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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] The Kyong-Park Mansion
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Viola [@Altered Tundra] and Sierra Jameson [@Dirty Pretty Lies][hr][/center]

Joo stared. He had left the school and came here into the house, only to find it completely empty. It seems as though his uncle was currently trying to find as many bars as he could in the span of 24 hours. That's what the note said anyways. He calmly dropped his bag in his room and flopped unto his bed. That was ten minutes ago. He hasn't done anything since, bright eyes unblinkingly staring at the white, wooden ceiling. Thoughts raced in his head as he played the scene over and over again. [color=851acc]'[i]It could've been better. It[/i] should've [i]been better. What the fuck went wrong?[/i]'[/color] Every detail, from the prank in the closet to the fist landing solidly on his face to the screaming, angry form of Sierra. Everything had gone so fast, so sudden that he couldn't do anything. He sat up and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and sighing.

He really wished that Sierra could've been better about it. She had gotten better since he had befriended her, a little nicer, a little more reserved. He thought she had enough control to not go ape shit. But no. She had to go ahead and throw that punch. [color=851acc]"Damn it Si, why'd you have to do that?"[/color] He groaned, standing up and reaching for his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, stopping at the smiling face of his best friend. It was a picture shot on the beach, the sun setting in the background, making her glow in the photo. He sighed once more. He had to say something to her, to apologise.

He tried to call her but it seemed as though she wasn't picking up. Instead, he left a message. He started off with a nervous, shaking sigh [color=851acc]"Sierra? It's Joo. I'm sorry Si. I'm so sorry. I-I want to apologise in person, please hear me out. Can you meet me in the park near my house, 10 o'clock? I want to say something. Hopefully I see you there Si."[/color] He ended the voice message. He wasn't even sure what to say, it was a just a flow of words that escaped from his mouth. He ran a hand through his hair, thinking that he was a god damn mess. [color=851acc]'[i]One down, one more to go.[/i]'[/color]

[center][color=851acc][b]To:[/b] ViVi
Hey Vi, sorry about that. I wanna make it up to you somehow, I'll take you to the movies in the weekend. I'll be at school tomorrow so I'll be sure to do something special for you too.[/color][/center]