deceitfulsinger
"Oh- Yun-Jin, I've been looking for you! I'm so happy to have found you..."
(honestly, have no clue whether this is for post-entity or pre-entity, but hEy take it as you will, I just had to drop something <33)
deceitfulsinger
At the question of if there was anything else that lingered on his mind while she was here, he took a moment to think, his right index finger lightly tapping at his chin. "No, nothing in particular, but I think that this week we should start getting together more often to discuss the details of the upcoming tour! That's always fun. We could give it a name, come up with a design... Make it unique and knock the competition straight out of the ballpark, if you will. What do you think? Unless you're busy, of course, because I'm certain there is already a lot on your plate as is."
(no worries omg, mine are starting to get really long too <33
it's so hard slipping into the mindset of a killer as twisted as Ji-Woon, I really hope I'm doing okay ??)
deceitfulsinger
@m-magnumopus (1/2) "Really? Oh, that's so exciting! It really was magical to stand on stage in front of such a large crowd. I couldn't tell you why, but that venue just sounded so different from the rest." It was true, Ji-Woon had said some questionable and odd things over time, but that was just growing to be part of his personality at this point. At least, that's what it seemed like to everyone else... Deep down, there was a real reason behind why he said such odd things, especially over the last few months. The sound of the screaming audience in that arena, the way they screamed his name... The echo was just PERFECT, and it made such a wonderful noise. Ji-Woon was always filled with such glee, more glee than it would bring any normal singer. It was far beyond the star factor that made him feel such a way, but because the human body was so unique in the noises it made... It was simply melodic. Most wound find such a thought to be absolutely twisted, but he only heard music within the gut-wrenching, sickening noises that were made when he would torture and mutilate each victim. Nobody knew he thought these things though, as he was very good at what he did. He was /so/ good at deceiving people with this facade, it was scary. "I can't wait for you to hear it. Please do give me your feedback as soon as possible so that I know what I need to tweak over time --- with your assistance, of course. Self-recording music is quite difficult, you know. That's what you're here for! A great friend, and an even better producer."
m-magnumopus
[2/2]
it hadn’t been on purpose at first. it was just... when she saw his name flash up on her scream, her thoughts had immediately drifted to the last time he performed there. there was a murder that same night, the body located not to far from the concert hall. a female. rather young, and a fan of ji-woon. yun-jin had retired early that night, thoroughly exhausted, and had suggested he do the same, but she knew that he had not. insisting that he was still too invigorated, that, as a matter of fact, he had suddenly gotten an idea for his latest song. he had said he would likely stay up to experiment. thinking nothing of it, yun-jin had simply chuckled and wished him luck and a good night. the song he ended up producing… it could well have been her imagination, but she could’ve sworn the screams of a girl were mixed in. she knew she was likely connecting dots that weren’t there, and did her best to dismiss such silly notions. but still, they ate at her, and she had found herself unable to pick up her phone and talk to ji-woon.
she cleared her mind, taking the cd with an easy, almost completely genuine smile. “you’ve always had a fantastic work ethic. i’m sorry there hasn’t been much to do, but i promise i’ll give this a listen as soon as possible and give you my input, if any at all. hearing you already so confident in this album is great to hear. i’m definitely looking forward to it.” she found herself more at ease as she spoke. this was the ji-woon she knew. confident, ambitious, talented. he wasn’t a murder. he couldn’t be. her imagination was simply running wild as a result of long nights without enough sleep. “well, while i’m still available, is there anything else on your mind?”
