" have a good day " : octavian do
HAVE A GOOD DAY × OCTAVIAN DO
is it really today?
birthNAME : Do, Imgiyo.
NICKNAMEs :
NICKNAMEs :
Octavian - the friends he likes to keep. Because what kind of people wouldn't even let him have the name he wants?
Giyo - his parents, relatives, who cling to his childhood name in a feeble attempt to remind him of how he used to be
Do - the manager of the restaurant he works for. Says that the single syllable saves him a lot of his extremely precious time
GENDER : male
AGE : 21
ethnicity : South Korean, but has ingested enough Western culture to pass off as ONe
OCCUPATION : student, but works part-time in order to fund his expensive Steam purchases
FACE CLAIMS
CHANWOO, iKon
do kyungsoo, exo
do kyungsoo, exo
Appearance : although tall and broad-shouldered, most eyes pass over octavian as if he was not a man to watch out for. he once tried to dye his hair blonde like John of Lorien Legacies, but was dragged by the scruff of his neck by his mother back to the hair spa. he has a small scar on his face that he refuses to explain about, since he acquired it from trying to learn how to swordfight by himself. if he wears an ill-fitting shirt on the tight side, one can spot his beer gut, if one can get beer guts from Monster energy drinks and doritos.
#ootd : do imgiyo wears unironed (but clean) tshirts to school, and plain faded jeans. he wears beat up old converse for Le Street Cred. he has a silver watch that he wears to humor the father that bought it for him on his last birthday. sometimes, there is bright orange cheetos powder on the tips of his fingers, or around his mouth.
measurements : 180 cm, kg.
today is tomorrow.
PLOTLINE : THE CLASSMATE
PERSONA : the white boy, if white boys could be asian. the culture that he knows is that of the amercians, and is unfamiliar with the entertainment of most south koreans. an outsider, who marvels in the splendor of western tv shows and gaming. while the rest of the country is tuned in on MAMA, he is isolated with his phone, passing between subreddits. while the world dances to DOPE and Bang Bang Bang, he sings along to Fall Out Boy. his idea of fanservice is that dude leaking jennifer lawrence's nudes.besides his interest in anime, you will not find a whiff of the usual asian interests on him, as if he were a foreigner in his own land. but foreigners would find the south asian life exotic and strange: he sees it as oddly colorful, and perhaps too produced.
PERSONALITY TRAITS :
PERSONA : the white boy, if white boys could be asian. the culture that he knows is that of the amercians, and is unfamiliar with the entertainment of most south koreans. an outsider, who marvels in the splendor of western tv shows and gaming. while the rest of the country is tuned in on MAMA, he is isolated with his phone, passing between subreddits. while the world dances to DOPE and Bang Bang Bang, he sings along to Fall Out Boy. his idea of fanservice is that dude leaking jennifer lawrence's nudes.besides his interest in anime, you will not find a whiff of the usual asian interests on him, as if he were a foreigner in his own land. but foreigners would find the south asian life exotic and strange: he sees it as oddly colorful, and perhaps too produced.
PERSONALITY TRAITS :
A LOVE FOR WONDERFUL THINGS // it was wonderful things that distracted octavian from the seemingly bleak world he had for a life. he was amazed by one thingit was one amazing thing that lead him to another, and another, and another, until all he knew were wonderful things, and it had become a world only he, and a population several seas away, could apppreciate.
A HATRED FOR MANIPULATION // growing up, he had been a slave to the guilt trips and second-meaning lectures of his mother. when he identified it for what it was, he pinned all his psychological dysfunctions on it. if he had the patience and passion for it, he'd form SAMM: Sons Against Manipulative Mothers, but the best he can do is assist victims of this emotional torture, and give them a future free of subconcious ills.
AN APPRECIATION FOR BEAUTY // years of looking at pastel tumblr art and Oscar-winning cinematography has given him an eye for aesthetics. the quality of his lay-outs makes him a greater outlier than he already was.
A BOYCOTT ON CUTENESS // there are times that while he fixes his hair in the mirror, he finds himself checking himself out. given the right amount of hair product, sleep, confidence, and lighting, he thinks he can pass off as a pretty attractive guy. girls usually don't notice it at first, for he's too shut in to be focused on, but when they do, they don't forget.
AN AFFLICTION OF HIPOCRISY // in his attempts to save others, he must use the weapon he is fighting to eradicate. his ways of telling how this person should get through this and get past that borderline manipulation, using tactics that are so well hidden it would have put his mother to shame. although no one is concious of his mind games, not even him.
A TENDENCY FOR DISHONESTY // as a lad, his parents gave him a set of strict rules and restrictions that he has to comply to always. any infraction is met with a corresponding punishment, the severity of the penalties often being two degrees higher than the crime deserves. this has lead to octavian to become a lying machine, capable of thinking up of alibis on the spot, and still come off as believable. until now, even when there isn't a paternal figure waiting to spank his bottom with a ruler, he lies about the existence of faults on his side.
AN EVER-ATTACHED FEELING OF INSECURITY // with a far more attractive older brother and two more socially-active bestfriends, octavian cannot help but feel a little inadequate. how could he not? when he stands next to them, he can hardly get any attention, for there are others beside him who can do a much better job
A TASTE FOR PEACE // one of his few remaining unidentified psychological defects, this was the product of trying to be as good a kid as possible to his well-meaning parents. he would rather roll with the punch than go against it, even if the black eye would have stood for something he was fighting for
AN ACCEPTANCE OF LONELINESS // not necessarily a leper, but gets a considerable amount of me time. this is just fine with him, for he can still interact with people second-hand: forums and threads and comments under YouTube videos.
AN ABILITY TO QUARANTINE SADNESS // not all his me time had been dedicated to the search and appreaciation for the human thoughts and creations. some of them were spent on his bed, staring at the ceiling, dreading the apparent meaninglessness of life. however, one would not detect it during the day, for he was too busy being spotaneous and strange to arouse the suspicions of anyone around him.
A SELECTIVE DETTACHMENT FROM REALITY // feeling nothing but alienation during unified celebrations of the Glory of KPop, Octavian was given the choice to learn how to love their idols, or learn to love is isolation. in the end, the latter proved to be easier, and it became a skill that, he realized sadly, he utilized often.
A HATRED FOR MANIPULATION // growing up, he had been a slave to the guilt trips and second-meaning lectures of his mother. when he identified it for what it was, he pinned all his psychological dysfunctions on it. if he had the patience and passion for it, he'd form SAMM: Sons Against Manipulative Mothers, but the best he can do is assist victims of this emotional torture, and give them a future free of subconcious ills.
AN APPRECIATION FOR BEAUTY // years of looking at pastel tumblr art and Oscar-winning cinematography has given him an eye for aesthetics. the quality of his lay-outs makes him a greater outlier than he already was.
A BOYCOTT ON CUTENESS // there are times that while he fixes his hair in the mirror, he finds himself checking himself out. given the right amount of hair product, sleep, confidence, and lighting, he thinks he can pass off as a pretty attractive guy. girls usually don't notice it at first, for he's too shut in to be focused on, but when they do, they don't forget.
AN AFFLICTION OF HIPOCRISY // in his attempts to save others, he must use the weapon he is fighting to eradicate. his ways of telling how this person should get through this and get past that borderline manipulation, using tactics that are so well hidden it would have put his mother to shame. although no one is concious of his mind games, not even him.
A TENDENCY FOR DISHONESTY // as a lad, his parents gave him a set of strict rules and restrictions that he has to comply to always. any infraction is met with a corresponding punishment, the severity of the penalties often being two degrees higher than the crime deserves. this has lead to octavian to become a lying machine, capable of thinking up of alibis on the spot, and still come off as believable. until now, even when there isn't a paternal figure waiting to spank his bottom with a ruler, he lies about the existence of faults on his side.
AN EVER-ATTACHED FEELING OF INSECURITY // with a far more attractive older brother and two more socially-active bestfriends, octavian cannot help but feel a little inadequate. how could he not? when he stands next to them, he can hardly get any attention, for there are others beside him who can do a much better job
A TASTE FOR PEACE // one of his few remaining unidentified psychological defects, this was the product of trying to be as good a kid as possible to his well-meaning parents. he would rather roll with the punch than go against it, even if the black eye would have stood for something he was fighting for
AN ACCEPTANCE OF LONELINESS // not necessarily a leper, but gets a considerable amount of me time. this is just fine with him, for he can still interact with people second-hand: forums and threads and comments under YouTube videos.
AN ABILITY TO QUARANTINE SADNESS // not all his me time had been dedicated to the search and appreaciation for the human thoughts and creations. some of them were spent on his bed, staring at the ceiling, dreading the apparent meaninglessness of life. however, one would not detect it during the day, for he was too busy being spotaneous and strange to arouse the suspicions of anyone around him.
A SELECTIVE DETTACHMENT FROM REALITY // feeling nothing but alienation during unified celebrations of the Glory of KPop, Octavian was given the choice to learn how to love their idols, or learn to love is isolation. in the end, the latter proved to be easier, and it became a skill that, he realized sadly, he utilized often.
BACKstory :
it was a stranger from across the street that gave him his first taste of freedom. his parents has been your stereotypical asian authority figures for most of his life, and he was sill years away from his scheduled teenage rebellion. unable to have some time to break free from the programing of dull daily life, he was unable to discover and like korean pop culture on his own. instead, the neighbor across the street gave him his first real taste of the outside of world. she gave him a book, the first of a series. it had a boy with a lightning bolt on the cover, and in Trajan: Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief.
it was a stranger who was never real that gave him his second he spent a lot of nights searching all the corners of the internet for more percy jackson, and in this hunt for ambrosia, he found treasure that was even better. all these wonderful places, all these strange, terrifying things, all waiting to be discovered. he had strayed away from his love for the Greek gods and found new interests: time lords and Wardens of the Norths, blue sneakered hedgehogs and heroes with a key for a weapon and Goofy and Donald as allies.
it was a stranger from some part of the world he never took the time to figure out that gave him his third he had long been aware of reddit by then, and had explored and subscribed to many subreddits. however, there awas something about askreddit that he clung to, and he would often visit it first before anything else. he was scrolling through questions, searching for a single thread to occupy himself with. that day, he was sort of content with his life, and held no grduges. so he did not know for what reason that he chose this question out of the hundreds that showed potential to be far more interesting, creepy, arousing, or contraversial: how did you find out that you were in a bad place, and why?. and there, he found them. hundreds of stories, featuring boyfriends and sisters and bestfriends and grandparents and teachers and employers, that were all just versions of the same truth: you don't know you're under emotional manipulation until someone comes in and slaps you in the face with it.
CURRENT EVENTS
: Octavian is currently trying, and miserably failing, to balance three tv shows, two games, five books and one GPA. he tries to give some priority to the GPA, but alas, the alure of temporary self-satisfaction is stronger than academic excellence. he tries to work a part time job, but finds himself shamefully scrolling down his dashboard during work hours. the subject he likes the most is Homeroom, since it's the one you can open up your laptop for entertainment purposes. He follows this wholeheartedly, and packs the best shows to watch. sometimes, a flock of clasmate would crowd his area, curious to what set of white abomanations he's watching this time. he feels some happiness in that, and a bit of acceptance. suffering from a too-early case of existentialism, he spends a bit more time interacting with human beings, but usually with the ones who catch his drift, and don't expect too much from him after class. he suffers from light crushes now and then, but is already reassured by the fact that he wont find his wife in that run-down old school, so he does not feel bothered to entertain any of them.
it was a stranger from across the street that gave him his first taste of freedom. his parents has been your stereotypical asian authority figures for most of his life, and he was sill years away from his scheduled teenage rebellion. unable to have some time to break free from the programing of dull daily life, he was unable to discover and like korean pop culture on his own. instead, the neighbor across the street gave him his first real taste of the outside of world. she gave him a book, the first of a series. it had a boy with a lightning bolt on the cover, and in Trajan: Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief.
it was a stranger who was never real that gave him his second he spent a lot of nights searching all the corners of the internet for more percy jackson, and in this hunt for ambrosia, he found treasure that was even better. all these wonderful places, all these strange, terrifying things, all waiting to be discovered. he had strayed away from his love for the Greek gods and found new interests: time lords and Wardens of the Norths, blue sneakered hedgehogs and heroes with a key for a weapon and Goofy and Donald as allies.
it was a stranger from some part of the world he never took the time to figure out that gave him his third he had long been aware of reddit by then, and had explored and subscribed to many subreddits. however, there awas something about askreddit that he clung to, and he would often visit it first before anything else. he was scrolling through questions, searching for a single thread to occupy himself with. that day, he was sort of content with his life, and held no grduges. so he did not know for what reason that he chose this question out of the hundreds that showed potential to be far more interesting, creepy, arousing, or contraversial: how did you find out that you were in a bad place, and why?. and there, he found them. hundreds of stories, featuring boyfriends and sisters and bestfriends and grandparents and teachers and employers, that were all just versions of the same truth: you don't know you're under emotional manipulation until someone comes in and slaps you in the face with it.
CURRENT EVENTS
: Octavian is currently trying, and miserably failing, to balance three tv shows, two games, five books and one GPA. he tries to give some priority to the GPA, but alas, the alure of temporary self-satisfaction is stronger than academic excellence. he tries to work a part time job, but finds himself shamefully scrolling down his dashboard during work hours. the subject he likes the most is Homeroom, since it's the one you can open up your laptop for entertainment purposes. He follows this wholeheartedly, and packs the best shows to watch. sometimes, a flock of clasmate would crowd his area, curious to what set of white abomanations he's watching this time. he feels some happiness in that, and a bit of acceptance. suffering from a too-early case of existentialism, he spends a bit more time interacting with human beings, but usually with the ones who catch his drift, and don't expect too much from him after class. he suffers from light crushes now and then, but is already reassured by the fact that he wont find his wife in that run-down old school, so he does not feel bothered to entertain any of them.
in the future : there's going to be a time that he wont have to feel isolated again. there's going to be a time that he'll love a girl that will love him back, but it wont definitely be in college. there's going to be a time when he's finally free of the university walls, surrounded by a bigger sea of bigger fish. there's going to be a time that he'll find happiness not just from the security of his laptop screen, but through his own eyes. there's going to be a time that he wont have to hide behind a username in fear of saying something wrong.
TRIVIA : he writes stories. stories he keeps to himself. he does have friends, and keeps a nice, happy-go-lucky facade around them. he uses a lot of hand gestures when he talks, and has a voice two volumes higher than it the topic allows. he suffers from a small case of misogyny due to the years of influence of other misogynistic straight white men who run reddit. he has read a lot of books, and watched a lot of movies, and listens to a lot of artistss, and basically lives his life in his room. he adopted his nickname, octavian, from the augur of the romans in the Heroes of Olympus series. he was a minor antagonist, and since octavian knew he was a terrible person already, he hoped that adopting the secondary baddies' name would make him do secondary sins.
tomorrow is yesterday.
MAIN RELATIONSHIPS
the catalyst :"woooooah, what movie is that?" he looked away from his laptop screen and at the girl's face. he didn't really expect to have to speak to anyone then: earphones are the ultimate go-away-inators. she was bent down, one hand holding her hair away from his face (fortunately) and her shirt to her s (unfortunately). she babled a little bit about liking the cinematography, and really appreciating directors who use camera angles and such to improve their story telling. she seemed to be getting comfortable with their one-sided conversation, seeing that she sat down on the grass next to him without invitation. she looked so at ease with this topic, yet at the same time so forced, as if she was dying to talk about this for ages, but was unable to find someone who understood. her monologue was long, but not self-aware, as if she thought of her own responses as his. he just stared at her, one earphone still in. she was saying something about modern black and white films when she took notice. "Oh, sorry, i didn't realize you didn't want to be disturbed," she stood, brushing off the blades of grass stuck to her jeans. "i'll just talk to you later when you're less preoccupied. see you in class!" octavian looked back at the screen, unfamiliar with abrupt entrances and exits, but also unfamiliar with sharing understanding.
the family member: he didn't normally take the train, but he was in a hurry. his mother, however paranoid she may be, had convinced him long ago that the trains were not the most hygienic place on earth. 'A mask wont protect you,' she said, wiping disinfectant on his hands immediately after they disembarked. 'the whole place is covered with microogranisms that are gonna dig through your skin and eat your intestines!' Although age had given him some rationality over the years, he still had this unsensibly childish fear that he'll wake up next morning drilled through like swiss cheese. he was happily keeping to himself when he felt a heaviness on his shoulder. someone had fallen asleep on him, and it looked like he wouldn't wake up for sometime. the person's jacket was wet, and he could still see some water droplets trapped in between the strands of his hair. 'Gangnam station,' annnounced the metallic conductor over the speaker. His stop. But he looked over to the snoring dude beside him, figuring that he was probably going to miss his stop too, and decided it would be some sort of company.
the best friend : he waved from across the street, leaning percariously through his bedroom window, signaling that he was finally done with his chores. the girl gave him two thumbs up, and disappered from her own window. when he got down, she was sitting on the pavement, picking at the rainbow-y mess of teh gasoline at the sidewalk with a stick. "we're leaving," she said as soon as he sat down next to her. "what? you can't go. you're my only friend," he said sadly. "maybe i can tell your parents that you still me need to tutor you at math." she didn't reply, and it made him uncomfortable. they just sat there in melancholy, her picking at her puddle of colors, and him folding his hands on top of each other, like how his parents said he should when adults are talking.
the co-worker: he vowed never to stand still on corners again. but it wasn't his fault, was it? no, it wasn't. how could he possibly have known that it'd end up that horrific?
he didn't stand there with the intent of being some bull good samaritan, but god decides to get him in the mess of things again and sends a merry victim on his way. he was running, too quickly for it not to be an emergency, when he came to a screeching halt in front of octavian. "excuse me," she said, not even out of breath, but prespiration making her hair stick to her face like some ed up adhesive, "where is Pyongyan road?". octavian didn't know himself, not being one who had to go to pyongyan road in this life, but the urgency in the woman's voice made him panic, and rang all the Flight alarms in his brain. "Uh, uhm, it's this way," he said, poiting to the crossroads directly in front of him. the girl muttered a rushed thank you, and took off speeding again. he turned his back immediately, hoping that the guilt of possibly giving that distraught woman more problems than she could have would be left at that stoplight.
the stranger : "is this seat taken?" octavian asked the boy. without even looking, he shook his head no. but even with the affirmation, octavian sat down on the seat reluctantly. leaving the salon, he thought his hair looked nice. attractive, even. but sitting to this punk that looked way too ing cool for school, with his ripped jeans and cigarette, octavian just felt like a dork. a kid playing dress up. this dude, he was the real badass. no one was going to mess with him, not with those eyebugs. and aren't supposed to be a liability? how come the dude still looked like ing adonis? he suddenly forgot how to sit, and was not quite sure if he usually crossed his legs, or spread them wide. he shifted positions, all too aware of this and his not being aware of him. it was fifteen minutes of utter awkwardness until a bus rolled around, and he got on it without even knowing where it'd go.
OTHER RELATIONSHIPS :
the brother : Jiyong Do. Kim Jongin. 25. Octavian didn't usually have to see his brother, but when he did, it was hell. his mother claimed that it was he who took care of him when he was a baby, but seeing as most of the things she said in that condescending voice of hers was a lie, he took it with a grain of salt. during Family Days was it the worst, when the girls would all suddenly remember his name, and after two minutes of pretend-casual talk, they'd ask about his oh-so-hot and oh-so-handsome brother. and he'd love to lie, but he couldn't, because lying about his perfect brother seemed like lying to god himself. he'd pretend to be all flattered when some girls would be ballsy enough to ask him to introduce them to him, be all humble and kind as he always was. "one day, i'll catch you," octavian said, smiling. they were waving to the girls who just had the privelege of having the Jiyong experience. "one day, you're gonna be mean, or an , or lie, and i'm gonna catch you at it." his brother laughed this nice, round laugh that made octavian grit his teeth. "you've been telling me that for years, little brother. if you're not gonna do it, i will!"
the daisy: Jaeyin Park. Yoo Jeong Yeon. 22. the administration had posted the results of the finals a few hours ago, and Octavian thought that only he would let reason come before excitement: squishing throught the entire student for a few seconds glance at his scores was certainly no match to having all the time in the world after class. but as he hissed disapprovingly at his History results, he felt a presence beside him, followed by a elegant scent, it scents could be elegant. then a voice, calm and timid, like his will never be. "Too many Parks in the world, don't you think?" she said, more of a statement rather than a question. because how could he? the list was already out in front of them, and perhaps there 15 other Parks other than her, but even with so many, he knew which park it was. and even among them, she got strikingly high scores. he agreed, and mumbled a reply that was meant to be incomprehensible, and she chuckled, before leaving him and the board.
friend: Junhoe Oh. Lee Minho. 26. a small vibration calls octavian's attention in the middle of his show. finally, he thought, as he pulled out his phone. a little red circle with a one inside it confirms his hopes, and he opens reddit to check his inbox. a messaage waits for him, sent by calilicious. it meant practically nothing, just a stupid comeback to some stupid thread they found on reddit. yet he liked him, because he was funny without being misogynistic or racist or ableist. he did not reply: that would be gay. still, he found himself grinning about it long after he opened the message.
the brother : Jiyong Do. Kim Jongin. 25. Octavian didn't usually have to see his brother, but when he did, it was hell. his mother claimed that it was he who took care of him when he was a baby, but seeing as most of the things she said in that condescending voice of hers was a lie, he took it with a grain of salt. during Family Days was it the worst, when the girls would all suddenly remember his name, and after two minutes of pretend-casual talk, they'd ask about his oh-so-hot and oh-so-handsome brother. and he'd love to lie, but he couldn't, because lying about his perfect brother seemed like lying to god himself. he'd pretend to be all flattered when some girls would be ballsy enough to ask him to introduce them to him, be all humble and kind as he always was. "one day, i'll catch you," octavian said, smiling. they were waving to the girls who just had the privelege of having the Jiyong experience. "one day, you're gonna be mean, or an , or lie, and i'm gonna catch you at it." his brother laughed this nice, round laugh that made octavian grit his teeth. "you've been telling me that for years, little brother. if you're not gonna do it, i will!"
the daisy: Jaeyin Park. Yoo Jeong Yeon. 22. the administration had posted the results of the finals a few hours ago, and Octavian thought that only he would let reason come before excitement: squishing throught the entire student for a few seconds glance at his scores was certainly no match to having all the time in the world after class. but as he hissed disapprovingly at his History results, he felt a presence beside him, followed by a elegant scent, it scents could be elegant. then a voice, calm and timid, like his will never be. "Too many Parks in the world, don't you think?" she said, more of a statement rather than a question. because how could he? the list was already out in front of them, and perhaps there 15 other Parks other than her, but even with so many, he knew which park it was. and even among them, she got strikingly high scores. he agreed, and mumbled a reply that was meant to be incomprehensible, and she chuckled, before leaving him and the board.
friend: Junhoe Oh. Lee Minho. 26. a small vibration calls octavian's attention in the middle of his show. finally, he thought, as he pulled out his phone. a little red circle with a one inside it confirms his hopes, and he opens reddit to check his inbox. a messaage waits for him, sent by calilicious. it meant practically nothing, just a stupid comeback to some stupid thread they found on reddit. yet he liked him, because he was funny without being misogynistic or racist or ableist. he did not reply: that would be gay. still, he found himself grinning about it long after he opened the message.
yesterday is today.
Describe what a normal wednesday is for you:
octavian finally gets up on the eighth time he snoozed his alarm, and begins to perform his programming: he takes a bath, scrubs his armpits particularly. he puts on his best shirts, well-ignoring ones he has not worn since he bough them. he leaves the apartment and passes his favorite diner. he grabs some breakfast, no matter how late it gets him. and that was good, because the line was perpetually long. he eats breakfast on the go, and plops in his seat just in time for the professor to hobble (or strut, depending on which class it was) in class. it followed a sad eight hours of alternating between complete alertness and death-like trances. during breaks, he'd turn to his laptop or phone to pass the time. it could Game of Thrones, or a new anime. either way, if ever he was bored, he would not be bored for long. he eats lunch with the same group of people who have subconciously agreed that they were each other's lunch buddies, and would disperse the soon as they walked out the cafeteria food. he'd brush his teeth, try to pay attention inn class, and go back home with a passion that can only be beat by hitler's wanting to eradicate the jews. he gets home, walks past the mess he only avoided for so long because there was no one there to hassle him about it. he does his homework while eating dinner (which would explain the gravy stains on his submissions) and would return to his version of the Cave of Solitude: a bedroom every bit like what you'd expect from a college kid living on his home. There, he drowns himself with cat gifs and tumblr memes until his analog clock hits 2:30, and decides that he wouldn't want to be awake after the next thirty minutes. he falls asleep, continuing to disregard that at 21, he was partly friendless, and completely girlfriend-less.
Describe what a normal saturday is for you :
unlike on saturdays, the first notion of an alarm unfurls his eyes with no hesitation. his body was sending him all the signs that he should make up for all the time meant for sleeping that he lost for his personal interests. however, he completely disregards them, and does said personal interests anyway. saturdays were meant for binging on everything he loves: pizza, doujinshi and Final Fantasy games. there were no meals today: there were only a series of pizza delivery guys at the door. the walk from his bed to his door was his only form of excercise for his legs. but his hands get a full-on workout: every finger has a role to play in gaming. and when mother libido wants some attention, his entire right hand does a team effort to fulfill his worldly desires. he goes to sleep earlier, at around twelve PM, thinking that he needs to look fresh and sane when he has to go out and do perform human interaction. he sleeps, his head slightly pounding for not consuming a single vegetable for the past twenty-four hours.
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU HAD TO RELIVE A PERFECT DAY OVER AND OVER AGAIN&nor bsp;:
maybe he would, and maybe he wont. he's never had a prefect day before, and is far too pessimistic to try of thinking of one up. what were they even supposed to be? it is a day that the bus arrives on time, and his toothpaste doesnt fall off his toothbrush, a highly plasusible series of perfect events that somehow never happened before because the statisics simply wont allow it? or was it a day of blissful uncharacteristic things: getting reddit gold on every comment, and finding Jaeyin on his bed, waiting for his return? either one sounded nice, but the universe has decided long ago that it would reserve all impossible bangings for others who deserved it.
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU HAD TO RELIVE AN IMPERFECT DAY OVER AND OVER AGAIN :
truthfully, he already looked at his life as a an imperfect day relived over and over. there was always a routine in life, yes, but it seemed to him like his life was only made of them. he'd accept it, whole-heartedly, for at least in this time around, he'd be prepared. his inabiliity to be a normal, functional member of society was a truth he had accepted long ago, and the only agony he feels now is having to go through the first phase of them: the cringing.
WHAT IS ONe thing you want to change about your life right now :
his inability to socialize. he'd like to know how to build bridges with poeple that don't rely on comic books references and book analyses for a foundation. he'd like to know how to be like them, two-dimensionally happy, but still happy. he wished that maybe he shouldn't have had only one friend in his childhood, and maybe he would have learned the laws of the jungle.
what is the worst way to end a day :
he's sobbing. hard. he's been like this for over an hour now, curled up like a ball pushed aside to the wall. everything had gone to , and even the pixelated beauty of skyrim can't distract him from this. loser. LOSER. LOOOOOOOSERRR!!! he could still hear them taunting, confirming his every quiet suspicion ever since he managed to get pass the fourth wall. he was afraid to open his eyes, to see his phone flooded with so much hate and anger and disapproval, but he couldn't close them either: he coudl still see their faces, contorted in that same, ugly way. smiles, almost, but worse. worse than the ones they forced you to wear on picture day, or the one you forced yourself to wear when you're sad but they shouldn't see. they were far more like silent cackles of the devil, emitting nothing but sadism and an odd kind of curiosity, as if he were a dying dog. there was no sanctuary now: they found all of his secret holes, filled them with gasoline and set fire to them.
WHAT IS YOUR favorite day of the week? favorite time of the day? :
7 AM. Any weekday. Inside the bathroom of apartment 10J, facing the shower. Octavian gives himself 3 minutes to simply stand under the spray of water coming from the shower head. if asked if he particularly enjoyed this activity, he wouldn't really say yes. but with water running down his, surrounded by nothing but white noise, he surrenders himself to his thoughts. have a moment of self-reflection that he wont be making use of the rest of the day. think up of new philosophies and theories and over-analyze every little thing he ever did that he'd never let anyone in on. it was easy, and hard, if that made sense.
do you know what a bootstrap paradox is :
no
the day is done.
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ALIAS: shelivesfortragedies
comments: top notch idea. and i ing love you for posting it. i haven't had the drive to write for a while now, and you gave me so much motivation i stayed up until 1:30. on a weekday. with a context on the horizon. so thank you and you at the same time.
QUESTIONS: when are you gonna post it?
scene suggestions: idk i'm just here to have fun lol
password: check the cheatsheet.
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if white boys could be asian, they'd be octavian do. a tall, well-fed boy 21 years of age, he knows every nook and crany of Western internet. an avid fanatic of all things wonderful, he was a living embodiment of the jack of all trades: capable of doing anything well, but not well enough to be the person to run to when they needed help with something. the only thing he was known for was his hidden charm and hidden supply of torrented movies and music. he'd let you copy an album if you asked for it, and maybe even give you some suggestions on good tv shows if requested. but he wasn't a too friendly guy, or at least in his mind he was. perhaps it was his fear of his make-believe deficiences that made him push other people away, but nonetheless he most often alone. and he was happy about it.
if white boys could be asian, they'd be octavian do. a tall, well-fed boy 21 years of age, he knows every nook and crany of Western internet. an avid fanatic of all things wonderful, he was a living embodiment of the jack of all trades: capable of doing anything well, but not well enough to be the person to run to when they needed help with something. the only thing he was known for was his hidden charm and hidden supply of torrented movies and music. he'd let you copy an album if you asked for it, and maybe even give you some suggestions on good tv shows if requested. but he wasn't a too friendly guy, or at least in his mind he was. perhaps it was his fear of his make-believe deficiences that made him push other people away, but nonetheless he most often alone. and he was happy about it.
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