nicolejung

Outside the window, the lights extinguish one by one. In the dark I became used to this before I even knew it. {Nicole Jung. Lost.}

She is a mystery.
Her mind is a locked door.
Her face is an empty slate.
Her voice is an icy, barren landscape.
Her heart is a sealed fortress.
Now let's see if you can figure out the rest.

 darkhorse

Will you fight? Will you get hurt again? In an endless ring of hurt, it's always a quiet war. {Infinite. Be Mine.}

Jung Yong-Joo 정용주. Alias Jung Nicole 정니콜. 
Born 9th October, 1991. 
Formerly of District 9. 

Back in the time when I actually had contact with my friends (?) in the district, people used to always say that I was lucky. The people who liked me said it as if I was some sort of overachieving, perfect role model. The people who didn’t... Essentially, I became the spoiled, unappreciative, extremely hatable brat of the district. 

I suppose I don’t blame them, though. It’s not like I ever bothered trying to correct their mistakes, anyway. 

My parents were the two richest people in the district, next to the mayor and his wife. Their parents were wealthy too, and sure enough, Rich Parents 2nd Generation ended up getting married and taking over the hospital that was run by Rich Parents 1st Generation. My parents were loved by the people - poor and well-off alike - and by some small miracle, the Peacekeepers as well, although I’m fairly sure the Peacekeepers were paid a thick sum of cash in return for liking us. 

Home studies and academics were both easy for me; I took to the medicines easily and held on to the top spot in the school for years. Again, my parents’ pasts made the subject of medicine something that was in my nature, passed down by blood. By my first reaping, my skills in healing were on par with my parents’, and I found myself experimenting with herbs in ways that I had never even thought of before. Creating combinations that would be engineered to delay effects... Poultices and concoctions that would bring a person back from the brink of death. 

Kim Myungsoo came into my life when I was thirteen, and was by far the biggest turn in my life up until then. Bloody, sick, and bruised... I found him in the middle of the woods just inside the fence surrounding the district. How he got past the boundary in the state that he was in, I still don’t know. On a whim, I nursed him back to health; the reasoning for that is beyond my memory. I really don’t know why I decided to help a poor, penniless teenager who couldn’t offer anything to us in return. Maybe it was because I could see a beautiful, handsome face beyond the dirt and blood that caked his features. 

I never regretted saving Myungsoo’s life, because only days after we practically brought him back from the dead, his little sister, Eunsoo, showed up at our doorstep, demanding for her oppa. And that was the story of how my parents ended up taking care of three children instead of one. Of course, Myungsoo moved out soon after he had gotten better, and started making a living off his skills brought back from District 4. Eunsoo stayed, and became something of a sister figure to me. 

After Myungsoo came, it seemed as if my school life became a lot more interesting. Heck, I think my entire life got more interesting. He was admired by the girls at school for his beauty and coldness, and even the Peacekeepers loved him for reasons that escape my comprehension. Still, I'm happy, because I had someone to spend my time with in those long boring teen years. Myungsoo was my best friend, my confidant, and my perfect second half. I loved him. I still do. 

But then I was selected at the reaping, and the luck that I supposedly had ran out. 

Because Kim Myungsoo of District 4 was selected too.

 dancerintheblack

I'll be waiting; I'll be there. At that place, I'll be there. This pain, these stinging tears... I can hold them all back. {Dalmation. E.R.}

[DESK OF NATIONAL DEFENSE]
[ANY UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE EXTERMINATION]
(OVERRIDE; *******)
[ACCESS GRANTED]
[WELCOME]
[INPUT?]
(SEARCH: ALL PROFILES)
[FIND?]
(ALL FILES; JUNG YONG-JOO / JUNG NICOLE)
{SEARCHING…}
[RESULTS; MISS JUNG YONG-JOO]
(OVERRIDE; ******)
(OPEN FILE; NJVOICECAST)
{SEARCHING…}
[FILE COMPLETE]

06.19. 22:29:40
[recording start]

My beautiful yeo-dongsaeng Eunsoo,
Tomorrow’s the day. First day of my first Games. I’m preparing.

[pause]
It’s been a long road, hasn’t it?
[pause]
The reaping, and then the ten, and then my interview....
[pause]
I hope this isn’t the only recording I’ll do.
I love you Eunsoo.
Wish me luck.
Bye.

 heartofice

Don't submit under them. Don't be like that and lift your head up. {BAP. Power.}

In the dead of the night, the table lamp on the desk in Nicole’s room clicked on, bathing the area around it with a warm, golden circle of light. Even outside the arena, her footsteps were silent and carefully placed as she set the remote down on the bedside table, walking over to the extended chair beside the desk. She pulled out the piece of paper that she had requested her Avox to bring to her earlier, settling herself down in the seat of the chair comfortably before picking up the golden fountain pen beside the sheet of paper.
Her hand had been unused to writing things with paper and pen, having been in three consecutive Hunger Games and having used high-end Capitol technology. It was a little shaky, but she had spent the past few weeks in a hospital bed, doing more practice with the pen than with the knife.

The pride of the noble 
Is constant self-giving.
The pride of the ignoble 
Is constant truth-denying. 
The Capitol is mighty. The Capitol is one.

 aceofspades

Wake me up from this tiring dream. I love you... And I need you. {B1A4. This Time Is Over.}

Kim Myungsoo. Protected  by and hostage of the Capitol. Formerly of District 4. ♦ Best friend. Confidant. Ally. The one worth more than her own life.

Bang Cheolyong. Gamekeeper. Formerly of District 10. ♦ Lover. Male counterpart. Perfect other half. The one who keeps her sane.

Kim Jonghyun. District 5. ♦ Ally. Friend . Companion. The one who fights by her side.