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jackson, his all, his opposite, his companion.

   it’s 1am and minho is asleep. it was hard to get that way- to a restful state of mind. he always has trouble sleeping at night for fear of leaving jackson by his lonesome. no one on the island was easy to trust, no one held his heart in his hand like the boy did.

   ‘im straight’ minho says day in and day out as he peppers kisses all over jackson’s hands, ‘i dont like men’ he mumbles as he holds him close to protect him from the chill nipping his nose, ‘i need you’. it’s whispered on quiet nights when the moon is out and the stars are their only light, into his ear and the younger one smiles a signature soft smile. fox’s heart flutters and he swears it’s just because jackson is so cute, he’s like family

                                ( but he’s not, he’s his only hope and dream and he’s his life )

   he doesn’t have much life. he’s on the ground under some tree with his arms crossed over his chest, hoping his torn up jacket is enough to keep him warm and free of bugs. to his right is jackson perched to keep watch until about 3am, but he’s a few meters away. the two never stayed side by side at night for fear of attracting something. whatever it was they didn’t know, but it seemed kind of like a smart idea. camp was probably a few blocks away, and they were heading out for fresh water during the upcoming day so that’s why they’re away from the safety of their own ‘home’.

   minho didn’t dream, he hardly did. there was nothing to end.

                                                                   -- -- {  bang.  }

   he shoots up. a gunshot. he’d heard it, right? a gunshot. a... gunsho- jackson, where was he. “jackson.” minho whispers. it’s silent besides the rustling of leaves. someone’s there-- so being smart fox ducks and hides until the noise ends, having gotten quieter each passing second. though there was silence left behind. a constant “jackson, jackson..” “jackson, answer me” “jackson-”

   silence. he knew, he knew- you didn’t have to tell minho that his companion was dead. but nothing could stop the slow walk up to his body, the way he gingerly crouched and grabbed at his shirt, as he leaned down to listen for a hint of life. no, nothing could stop that; but the entire earth shifted and halted. sound, wind, his own heartbeat as he knew it ceased.

   minho doesn’t look pretty when he cries. his cheeks turn red and his eyes puff up. his tears fall wherever, the soil is drenched and jackson’s clothes are spotted. this is the sound of insanity. it comes in sobs and short breaths. there’s shaking and cursing. he harshly pulls at the fabric covering his chest, he cries softly then

                                          [ L O U D L Y ] all at [ O N C E ]                                                           his    world    is  C R A S H I N G    F A L L I N G      D O W N         to a . N E W . beginning..         where jackson doesn’t..                     exist.

#mwxjackson #sp.fox #:C

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   if minho knew anything, it was how to run.

   of course anyone could put one foot in front of the other but minho knew how to run. being the agile person he was the branches and logs cluttering his vision were mere small obstacles that he could duck under and vault over. chocolate brown eyes were alert now, watching for the woman disappearing through the brush, and flickering between the tree limbs around him.

   the scrapes of the branches left red streaks up his arms but the prize he’d receive was so worth the pain. for one a kill would give him brownie points with the dipshit who ran this island- maybe he’d get some more food (cake sounded good). and two, it’d make his reputation into something better than ‘the boy who climbs trees and trips over leaves’. three... fox was tired of wandering around hopelessly. the island was so b o r i n g.

   the scene this played out to be could probably fit into a movie, he figured, it had enough action in it. the big bad scary (dumb) wolf trailing the deer-- until the deer spoke up in a loud, clear, voice that rang out into the silent forest. castor, she screamed. castor? shit.

   minho just had to choose the prey with a herd or a partner. footsteps becoming lighter and further apart, he slowed slightly to assess his situation, deciding quickly to... further pursue his dinner (figuratively speaking). once that problem was out of the way he bolted, sprinting through the brush and ending up catching his foot on something, tucking his head to roll to prevent too much shock on his body, ending up on his feet crouched in a very small clearing.

   not alone. not... even just the two of them. fox’s eyes slowly flickered up, head following, his heart sinking upon first glance at his face. this must be castor. this boy with the fire in his eyes, the strength in his hands and the form of a king. haha.. shit.

   “i’m- i’m uhm-” mumbles fell from pink lips as his gaze fell and the boy stumbled backwards, landing on his butt. “please don’t kill me- please- i didn’t mean- i have no weapons, i’m hardly- please don’t kill me--” pitiful but necessary. despite his tall and fit build fox looked pathetic, big doe eyes staring down at brown dirt coating white shoes.

▹run.

     most would think the sign of life would bode well for most, but not to arthur. it was never a good thing, bringing new life into the world, the memories of their brothers and sisters dying at their hands as the days passed. but he couldn’t do it. the word was foreign for him, the concept all the more so. to deny his sister, his raison d’être, would be a feat he could never accomplish. and with that he replied with a nod, turning his back and counting back from ten as he heard his sister’s footsteps slowly disappear. 

     four…..three……two………one! “ready or not, here i come!” he shouted, unsure as to whether or not she was even within earshot. he had slowly made his way through the woods, the path he led the one where traces of footprints had been carved into the earth. there were large gaps where the footprints lay, assuming she had gone from rock to rock or branch to branch in order to not be detected (she was smarter than that, of course) so easily. 

     he had just started humming, checking the trees to see if she had climbed any, a smile threatening to form, when he heard her scream. castor and pollux. the project’s perfect little lab rats, their creations that brought tears to their eyes and smiles on their faces. the names the twins had tried to forget.

     quickly enhancing his senses, extrasensory perception aiding him to locate his sister and teleporting to her side at the bat of an eye. her figure limped towards him, holding her in his arms as he noticed the blooming crimson on her thighs. dozens of questions coursed his mind, his lips failing at trying to synchronise as he held her closer, moving to pick her up and put her down on a nearby rock. what happened? who did this? where is he? what is he? why did you have to suggest this game? “are you alright?”

      the sight of blood made his face turn pale, the fear that had been lying asleep deep within his bones creeping up as he tried to quickly patch her up. he couldn’t lose her–she was his everything and if she dies, he would soon follow.

     depending on how she would fare after this, the person responsible will feel the wrath of an angered soldier that has won thousands of wars.

#mwxcastor #mwxpollux #run.

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   Then if there is something to know about him,    Mr.Choi Minho, it would be that he’s quite.. uh,    dumb.    He’s smart to get to high ground, but    forgets about shadows and scents and such.    Dark brown eyes dart to his shadow, once it’s    spoken of..       he doesn’t find it pretty, though.                                  “  oh.  “    A dumbfounded sound it is, a quiet little thing    from pink lips in response to a smart remark.    Fox finds his eyes drawn to her, just as her    gaze is drawn upwards, so they meet for the    first time and.. he looks like a hungry kitten, all    -   ( r o u n d ) eyes and { r u f f l e d } hair   -    but her reply catches him off guard and all he    can do for a moment is shift his weight.    “     I can’t catch an’ kill a deer . . .                            . . if you want to see me try . .                   I suggest you grab some popcorn . . ”   

— dσє α dєєя。

      If there’s something you should know about        Arielle, it’s that she’s more observant than       she seems. Though it may seem like her       head is in the clouds, her feet are always       rooted firmly to the ground.        “You cast a  pretty little                                         shadow, my friend.”         But he is not her friend, and his shadow is        menacing. The kind that’d scare children        but she is a child no longer and he does         not scare her. (at least, not yet.)        “Ａ                               Ｗ Ｅ Ａ Ｐ Ｏ Ｎ ？”        she repeats, her tone inquisitive. She could        have any weapon she wanted appear in her        possession, yet she refrains from doing so        and simply smiles, glancing up at him for        the first time since having spoke to him.                                                       I have y o u. ”

#mwxjinx #doe a deer. #[ ;w; ]

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quiet as it stalks, the only indication of its arrival is the pair of red eyes that bore down upon you. a shiver. now there are two — split down the middle and re-emerged as two. identical 008 in the same part of the body, walking in different directions, slowly circling you.

find a frightened fox here.find the explanations here.

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     minho couldn’t sleep. maybe he’d determined that at 11pm or 2am, but eventually he figured it best to stand and travel. sitting in one spot never brought him good news- or good people. packing up his belongings (consisting of only a bottle of water and a blanket) he set off. usually the forest was quiet at night- surprisingly it was now, as well. the moonlight peeked through and between the leaves, creating shadows and silent dances along the dirt floor. starlight used to be a fairytale; minho lived in the city and good luck trying to spot stars amongst human construction. but now he could see them. he just liked to look at them, when he could. but all pleasant thoughts aside..

            insomnia explained: sentinels.             the reason for the wandering thoughts and nervous chitter of his teeth: most certainly.

     no way in hell could he survive something if it was sent to kill. he’d deducted that not only could he not survive, but other people might not as well. so many people he’d run into had such useless abilities against the ones with fucking.. fire breathing or some shit. if the same companions were being sent all around, the strong will stand and the weak will fall. arcade of course reminded him that frequently.                        “Kill or be killed, only the strong will survive.”

     fox was frightened. not often was he this; nor had his hands ever shook so badly. in the dark, he couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of him.

     quiet as it stalks, the only indication of its arrival is the pair of red eyes that bore down upon you. a shiver. now there are two — split down the middle and re-emerged as two. identical 008 in the same part of the body, walking in different directions, slowly circling you.

     no, no, no no no. stepping backwards, fox panicked. no, it wasn’t there- but he squinted and it was. a big, metal, wolf in all its glory stood before him.. until he recognized another set of manufactured red eyes glowing amid the trees. there were two of them and one of him. frantically minho shifted through all the appearances he’d seen within the past five days, settling on a girl’s and bolting between the gap in the circle of the two industrial beasts once deemed (relatively) safe. he knew running would only set them off- he heard the thumps of their paws on the damp ground behind him. he couldn’t scream for help, so hoping to catch attention he fired the last bullet from his stolen handgun, discarding it to the side after the crack resonated through the forest. if no one came to his aide, god help him, he’d climb a tree and hope they couldn’t as well.

#MW: Sentinels #MW: Open #[ sOBS this is long but you can reply with a shorter thing omg #save the bb. #feel free to respond!! do whatever youd like #also fuck u arcade ur gonna make minho bb cry ]

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▹run.

     he probably should've been perched on the branch, but fox wasn't exactly prepared for his plan. fox was a smart man. (not). the original plan was to wait out the forest and see if he could find a deer or some sort of an animal. were bears on this island? surely not..

     but.. again, perched would have supplied ample room for movement and silence while he did move. instead the man had one leg along the branch, the other crossed over the first, ankles touching if not for his shoes in the way. it was sort of comfortable, and minho preferred comfort over readiness. the handgun picked off a dead woman could be used for defense or offense-- considering he hadn’t died yet offense was the way to go. perhaps life for himself meant death for another.

     now fox wasn’t the kind of man to shoot and kill someone just to run away. this island was fucking boring sometimes, moreso than his office back at home. and that was an accomplishment; paperwork won the trophy for describing the word ‘boring’. but as he sat in the tree, the plan twisted and turned to a tired mind. many different versions of the same idea came about, but agreeing with himself on one was a difficult feat.

     finally he had no time to come to a decision. he acted; he sat up silently, shifted his weight, balanced, and shot. one shot to the leg. fox had no chance to determine who it was he shot. leaping down from the tree with a bag swinging over one shoulder and a thump to the ground, fox shot once more at the brush just to assure the girl would run. once she took off, the chase began and the game was on. minho ran close behind.

#mwxpollux #mwxcastor #run.

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     frozen in place, tense as a spring, and stance defensive minho refused to move. he’d come across this man and felt instantly uneasy. something with his aura put him into a cold sweat, quite a contrast to the faint dampness in the air around them. only two seconds pass before the two meet gazes and the air lifts. his uneasiness dissipates with the humidity. he feels fine and straightens himself up slowly, shoulders relaxing, making his form appear less spooked.

     it’s a good idea. it is good for you. of course. your body needs it. he didn’t need to be told twice. there was no voice but his mind registered everything just as given. one step forward, two steps forward, eventually he came within touching distance and he wished so dearly to do just that. how could he fear such a beautiful prince? perfect features and such a welcoming aura, he thought, he must’ve misread it before.

     such a gullible, gullible doe eyed boy.

     fox had not spoken one syllable, he hadn’t found the need to. not one sound left his throat because all he was required to do was nod. a slow nod, perhaps he felt reverent in his presence. reverent on the outside but something inside remained unsettled. yes, yes, please continue- give him the option to complete anything for his new-found beauty. give it to him, he needs it. tell him.

     and morph he did. eyes, nose, lips- he mimicked the one in front of him. perfectly. he didn’t gain rest from looking like someone so beauteous; his stomach settled only because he’d complied. like a puppydog he complied and he would do it many times again. captivated and deceived minho held this boy’s gaze strong and unwavering. the world stopped, the world was this prince. thoughts slipped by, he didn’t care for those, he had no need for them. perhaps he would snap out of such a haze, but wouldn’t dare to disobey.

mirror, mirror :･ fx • dg

     [ ☆ ]—his good ideas were rarely good for the others around him.

it wasn’t everyday that he met a skilled metamorph, and the proverbial lightbulb burned bright atop his head at all the possibilities the male could provide. the hunts were getting quite monotonous, and just having everyone think it was natural to die upon his order was getting repetitive. convenient, yes; fun, no. and he had no idea how long he could last if he was going to get bored out of his wits when he barely had any to spare.

“you should morph into me.” his voice carried a gentle command, his features holding a studied calm from years of training with his charms. it is good for you, he sent, your body needs it, he suggested. he could feel the other’s moods aligning to his wants with each passing second, and it wasn’t long until he had the other wrapped around his dainty finger. 

he had a long list of people who wanted him dead, mostly those who snapped out from his desirous hold, and it would be convenient to have a body double take the blows as he toyed with their responses from afar. he could even use him to confuse the guards,  perhaps have him sit in one some of the tests they still held up to this moment. they would find out that it wasn’t, eventually, but the little slip could buy him some time for himself, at least.

maybe he could finally take a long bath in peace.

“are you ready?” he asked, his ebony hues peering into the other’s own as he ran a gentle finger against his cheek. in a few, the fox would want nothing but to obey his every whim, his body thinking it was for the best to do so. it was the advantage of pheromones–the effect was biological and not mental, and it made the body believe that obedience was needed for survival. and it would all fall into place once he voiced out his command.  “morph.” 

#mwxdisglair #mirror mirror.

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       It was during moments like these that she        was able to really understand what it meant        to be hungry, to be starving. Knew why her        dear old daddy had always told her to finish        everything on her plate before having desert.        What she would give,  even for a few bread        crusts. It’s funny how you appreciate things        more when you can’t have them. Ironic.                 “Is that– do you hear deer? ”

       Her tone inquisitive, but she knows from        its gait. It’s not a stupid bunny rabbit this        time, not a god damn bird, but a deer.       “ don’t make any sudden movements——-”

   Minho used to climb trees as a child, he quite    liked the idea of being high up where no one    could see him, but he could see all a r o u n d.    Now this tactic was life saving, except there    was this girl making herself comfortable right    below his perching spot.   How inconvenient.    She hadn’t seen him yet though,                         that’s what he thought,                                                  until she spoke.    Round eyes glance up, his stance tenses.    With a steady voice and soft movements, he    sits himself up while replying..         carefully.        “How did you know I was up here..--?”                  “Have you got a weapon?”

— dσє α dєєя。

#mwxjinx #[ i dont have fancy icons #but i have icons #and i love this kind of rp #hello!!! ] #doe a deer.

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     "No.." the male’s eyes squinted faintly, just enough to look slightly confused and taken aback. Where did the boy get that idea from? Of course it was cute when people got this confused; everyone had different reactions and questions for him. “No, but it’s nice to know your name is Jackson. I like to put names to faces.” his head tilts with a little bit of a now cocky smile. Of course he was talking about his newly acquired, cute little face. Fox watched closely when Jackson stood, careful of his every movement, making sure no weapons came into view. No sign showed of the boy’s mutation either (which kind of scared Minho in the teensiest bit).

                                            Fight or flight... fight or flight.

     Fight, his mind said- fight and stay and get a better shot at arriving home safely. One person would win, and while it wasn’t likely to be him-- he needed to try. There were too many things back at home to be left unattended. Flight because Minho had a very low chance of killing multiple people.. Minho had never been the type to hurt any animal at all. A fly? Probably. But anything that had a mind and actually lived longer than a week? No, of course not. Interupting his deep thoughts, Jackson spoke up again-- but this time his tone had changed significantly. Fox raised an eyebrow. “No, actually. The damn forest is crowded and I’m used to walking on pavement. I am actually sorry I woke you up; I didn’t mean to trip over your face.” He stuck out his right hand. Whatever Jackson was looking for; he’d find. Minho was an identical copy.

tripping. jackson x fox

Well, shit, his doppelganger was neither a mirror, nor a clone that listened to his every command. The extra movements that Jackson-2 had made, made that part very clear. Not only that, but he spoke of ‘I haven’t seen that one yet.’ and 'you’re funny’. If this was a real doppelganger, he would know I am funny. Jackson-2 inquired that he 'hadn’t seen that one yet’, meaning his reaction that Jackson-1 made. When he let that spook through his mind, he gasped and got pale. “Do you mean there are more Jacksons than just you and me?” Jackson squeaked. He definitely didn’t like the thought of that, one extra Jackson was more than enough, hell, even just himself was already too much to handle for most people. If he himself was the good Jackson and the one before him was evil-Jackson, how many more different types of Jacksons were there out there? The thought alone of meeting more Jacksons made him shiver.

He kicked off his blanket and like the more menacing looking Jackson, he got up on his feet, taking a quick glance around. There were no other people on first glance, so maybe this double was operating alone. But think, Jackson, think. The only habitants of this island are mutants just like you. Do you think maybe this Jackson is just another one of them? I should be on guard, we don’t know what this guy’s deal is. Don’t trust anyone untill they’ve proven themself they can be trusted. “What’s your deal anyway, can’t you see where you’re walking? It’s kind of rude to step on sleeping people?” He tsk’d the other Jackson, eyeing him from head to toes once more, checking for any differences. “Stick out your right hand for me.”

#mwxjackson #tripping.

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A sharp pain to the side of the neck, an electric pulse sent through the transmitter before an audible sigh is heard through the speakers. The screen isn’t utilized this time, just the speakers scattered throughout the arena.

There’s a pause before he speaks.

“As much as I appreciate the formation of alliances, the activity has been quite dull. It seems as if all of you have forgotten the objective of this arena, such docile activity and loyalty is plainly speaking — boring.

“Hence, in order to remind you all, I have decided to send in a few companions. I would recommend playing nice, but I doubt they could comprehend such a command.

“Kill or be killed, only the strong will survive.”

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#[ yes!!! #but i cant enter minho unless he has a buddy #he's too weak to fight off something like this #so if you wanna be his buddy hmu ;u; ] #mw.

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     Minho never ran into too many people. Perhaps there was one person a day, maybe two on his off days. Miles and miles of forests and buildings made for lots of adventures and plenty of hours spent exploring. Minho hadn’t had the opportunity to kill anyone yet-- a least not an opportunity he took. Plenty of people on the island were friendly, plenty came right up to him and offered an alliance. Sure, he had injured people, given them bumps and bruises... That was the only sick fun he ever had. And compared to other people running about, that was just a little teensy bit of a game. The tall man was never the type to initiate a fight-- he hadn’t a weapon nor an offensive type of mutation.

     So when he’s bathing, he doesn’t let his guard down. He’s mostly naked... but he doesn’t let his guard down. He only stands up to get in the water, sitting down in it. But as he’s going to sit down, there’s a sound he’s not heard in a while. Or maybe, ever. He’s not used to people screaming.

     “Shush! Godddammit someone’s going to hear you and come over here--” Minho exclaims after he’s fallen over, slipped on the sand and rocks and hit his rear against the ground. The water splashed around him, startling all sorts of fish and creating a little mud bath around him. He was startled! Who the hell screamed when they saw someone? The smart thing to do was to run if they were scared, why didn’t people understand that?? “Fuck you- shut up- get back in the trees in case you caught someone’s attention-” he rushed to get up, snatching his belongings and marching out of the water, to the boy, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him into the brush. That is, if he’d let him touch him.

     Minho honestly had no modesty except for his boxers.

minhyuk x minho

#mwxminhyuk #[ you're fine!!! #you're perfect this is perfect #thank you for replying<3 #if you can think up a name #you can put it whenever! ]

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All wide eyes and parted lips, the replica stayed crouching while the man in front of him appeared to freak the fuck out-- likely, in this situation. Many things ran through his mind in those brief seconds; Minho first tried to register whether this was a fight or flight situation. The boy didn’t look very threatening with his mussed hair.. that was for sure. But then, Minho had no way of knowing what his mutation might be. That was a problem; there was no way to figure out what his ability was until he used it. A second thought was that he could probably kill this kid. No weapons were visible and he was sleeping under that damn bright orange blanket (something he’d ditched a long while ago). Nothing else visible looked dangerous, all there seemed to be was a man, a blanket, and a backpack. With a quick glance down and around him, Minho relaxed his shoulders.

     But then the guy.. raised an arm and... waved at him? It looked like something out of a movie. Minho looked back, then forward once more, checking to make sure the waving was actually for him. Once the thought clicked and he realized why it looked like it was from a movie, his lips parted and he laughed. It sounded just like it would sound out of the other man’s mouth, though low and more of a chuckle. Fox stood, sticks crackling under his shoes, waving back, forgetting what he was about to do. “You’re funny,” he claims, taking a step back, though he’s not retreating, “I haven’t seen that one yet.” Maybe he looks menacing from this angle, since the other is still close to the ground. Minho wouldn’t want to look fearful- he’s attempting to have the upper hand here, he might get a kill. One kill, but a kill nonetheless and some brownie points with Arcade. Arcade could give him a weapon and dammit he needed a weapon. Killing this boy would be difficult without a weapon, but he could do it somehow. Getting his hands dirty wasn’t an option, blood didn’t look good on him. Maybe a blunt object..? Fox’s eyes were scrutinizing and had a bit of a dark look to them, looking down at the boy. But you know, he did feel sorry for waking him.. This situation couldn’t have been nice to greet first thing in the morning.

tripping. jackson x fox

Sometimes sleeping had these nice touches to it, you know, dreams and stuff, happy times, but tonight, it just couldn’t grant him that satisfaction. It wasn’t that he was having a nightmare, but he didn’t quite sleep well either. He had roughly awakened about three times that night, suddenly feeling anxious that someone or something might have an eye out for him and lure on him from somewhere out there in the dark. These worries had been absolutely ridiculus of course, he had traveled far away into the woods and out of the civilized areas, assuming that those places would all be filled with other mutants, stronger mutants. Mutants that could perhaps end him with a blink of an eye, or even worse, set him on fire. Yeah, no thank you! He didn’t want to try being a human bbq just yet. So here, far away from any signs of civilization, Jackson had called it a day, spreading out a small shelter for himself. And with shelter he meant the (fucking) orange blanket he got in his survival kit (’who the hell thought it would be a good fucking idea to give survivalists an orange blanket.) scattered with some leafs he found everywhere he would look, to camouflage the ridiculous color. His head would stick out, he knew, but he had placed his sleeping place in such a way that his head would be somewhat hiding behind a tree from one side. Once he was done with the entire thing, he had used his backpack as an uncomfortable pillow and tried to catch some sleep. It was about 45 minutes after sunrise when Jackson was roughly awakened with something quite agressively shoving his side, followed by a faint ‘thump’ and breathing. Jackson grumbled, not quite realizing that this would be thought of by most people as a dangerous situation. Untill a few seconds later, he did, snapping open his eyes en gasping as he sat up straight, scrambling away from the person, he figured, that had awakened him. Scratch that, not just any person, he himself was staring directly at him, quite tense and scared by the look on his face, I mean, my face, I mean– “Oh my god!” Jackson breathed out, eyeing the doppelganger from head to toes. “Oh my god!” He muttered again, eyes widening, mouth slightly ajar. This must be God’s interference itself, this was it, this was the punishment he got from always swearing. A double was sent down to earth to kill him. This was it, the end. But could it just be…? Without really thinking about how stupid of an idea it was to check it out, he raised one hand and slowly waved it, checking if the other of him would actually mimic the gesture.

#mwxjackson #tripping.

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tripping. jackson x fox

     It's a breezy kind of day, so Minho's walking around with ruffled hair and a loose light green t-shirt on. He's not thinking about anything in particular, just placing one foot in front of the other and traveling. There's not a place in his mind for where he wants to go, he hasn't got a destination. One time in school he read that Jeju island was over 700 square miles, so he figured the likelihood of running into someone on a one-way journey was pretty low. Nevertheless the man tried to stay within the trees, ducking under limbs and stepping over roots. People living in the forests on Jeju should be feared-- in his opinion. Minho himself liked to stick to the run down buildings, finding the thought of civilization welcoming and almost calming. Going out and living amongst the wildlife  wasn’t something he’d like-- he used to live in the damn city, afterall.       He’d left at sunrise and would stop once he hit another town or city. Everything in between would be gathering fruit, avoiding people, and wishing he had a weapon. Unfortunately that didn’t include being stealthy, because he tripped a lot. It came with the forest, he said, I’m not used to walking on this terrain. And today he managed to trip over a sleeping person. Minho didn’t realize at first what it was he had disturbed, so he just grumbled and picked himself up, dusting off his knees and palms. However when there was a noise....                        he froze. And looked back. And there was a person. A now awake person.      In a panic, Minho became Fox, he snapped into survival mode and quickly became what the other person was, he mimicked his appearance- his hair, his eyes, his nose-- all belonged to Minho now with that five second look over. All he could do was watch, a deer frozen in headlights, crouched in front of this other person. Once the male would register what was going on after being disturbed from his sleep Minho hoped he’s chosen the better choice-- not to run.

#mwxjackson #[ i hope this is okay!!! #message me if you want anything changed #reply whenever ;u; #the title is like. he tripped. and jackson is tripping bc he's seeing himself. #wow. ] #tripping.

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open.

     Minho, like supposedly everyone else, wants to feel clean. He wants to wash the dirt from his knees (he fell a few times while running) and the sticks from his hair (he ran into a... few trees). He’s visited a few buildings and none of them seemed to have running water, so he’s wandered away from his preferred city life and into the forest to find precious water. The salt water of the ocean was a no-go, for one the salt would sting his eyes and make him cough, and for two he’d die. The technology attached to him would kill him if he tried to leave the island’s perimeter. So here he is, trudging through the brush in search of something clean in this wilderness. Minho curses the bugs he encounters, swatting them away with one hand while the other pushes leaves out of the way.      Finally he encounters a clearing and he can hear running water on the opposite side. It’s been about an hour, but he’s finally found a place and he can’t see anyone around with a quick glance. Minho figures it’s about time he be a bit more cautious, choosing to walk around the clearing, staying mostly hidden amongst the bushes and foliage. He doesn’t mind this little journey as much, because he’s actually sure of where hes going. When he travels, he doesn’t think too much, favoring the silence around him and the fact that he’s alone, not being hunted or shot at by someone.      Once Minho makes it to the river he really has no problem with taking off his shirt, dumping it beside him. Modesty isn’t something he really grew up with. Although upon second thought, dying naked wouldn’t be a good way to go.. Minho shook his head, kneeling by the water to wash his hands and run them through his hair. Of course the male attempted to make as little noise as possible, staying close to the ground so as not to attract any passerby’s attention. Eventually his pants, shoes, and socks came off as well, legs sprawled out in the water as he scrubbed at his knees, wincing at the sting that his cuts gave.              No doubt though, he was still wearing his boxers.

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