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The roles have been updated ! I will be starting the roleplay soon. Our characters will be scripted until they actually snap out of character.
Our starting point will be chosen based on where you'd like to be.
Current starting point. (Please let me know how I should edit this to your character's liking before we post it in the official roleplay!)
This is where we will be starting and our characters will be "snapping" out of character.
Our starting point will be chosen based on where you'd like to be.
Current starting point. (Please let me know how I should edit this to your character's liking before we post it in the official roleplay!)
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We are in a scene of Love Over Flowers...
The classroom buzzed with whispers that cut sharper than knives. Kang Haeun sat rigid in her seat, her jaw clenched, eyes staring defiantly ahead. Around her, students exchanged glances, their murmurs swelling with malice. At the center of it all stood Yu-Jun, his face a mask of cold fury. The bruise on his cheek—a stark reminder of the punch Kang Haeun had delivered—seemed to glow under the harsh fluorescent lights.
The door slammed open with a bang that silenced the room.
Yu-Jun strode in, his steps deliberate, every inch of his posture screaming confrontation. His sharp voice sliced through the tension like a blade.
"So this is how it’s going to be, Kang Haeun?" Yu-Jun declared, his words laced with venom. "You’ve made this a war. And trust me, you’ve already lost."
A ripple of gasps spread through the room. Haeun stood, her chin lifting as her defiance flared like a flame against the wind. She didn’t respond, but the fire in her eyes was enough to stoke the brewing chaos.
Min-Ji, seated near the front, could take no more. Her chair scraped loudly against the floor as she rose, trembling with fury. Her face flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was impossible to tell.
"You’re disgusting," Min-Ji spat, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. She marched toward Haeun, her hand raised high. The slap cracked through the air like a thunderclap, the sharp sound reverberating in the stunned silence. Haeun’s face snapped to the side, but she refused to flinch, standing as steady as a mountain.
In the corner of the room, Aera Jung hovered near Kim Sohee, her face pale as her hand clutched her chest. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on her brow as she struggled to catch her breath. "Kim Sohee," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But Kim Sohee remained detached, scrolling through his phone with a look of detached boredom, his disinterest a shield against the unfolding chaos.
The door creaked open again, and Han Seungwoo stepped in, the commotion halting him mid-step. His eyes widened at the sight before him—Min-Ji’s hand still raised, Kang Haeun’s cheek red and raw, and the classroom engulfed in suffocating tension...
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This is where we will be starting and our characters will be "snapping" out of character.
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