Hey Im Jordan — Roleplayer Guild

Featuring: Chae Yun-Seo
Location: Yun-Seo’s room and her doorway
Interacting With: Just a poor, lost, new staff member.

“All trainees, please proceed to the basement.”

Yun-Seo scoffed, rolling her eyes. What could they possibly want now?

“Please take your seats around the stage and wait to be called.”

Oh, so that’s what the call was for. Evaluation day; Yun-Seo had forgotten. With that being the case, the call wasn’t her problem — not that she had any intention of getting out of bed for anything short of spending time in one of the AS Entertainment recording booths. Yun-Seo had performed at evaluations before, and if the people running this school still needed to evaluate her, then they needed medical evaluations to check their sense of sight and hearing, and probably one to just make sure their heart was still pumping blood.

She was still in her pajamas, and she saw no reason to get out of bed until it was time for food. She, and the managers, knew where they stood. Yun-Seo would do what Yun-Seo wanted; there was nothing left for her to learn here, and she was a trainee still out of sheer stubbornness, both on her part and the part of the powers that be. Yun-Seo wanted her way, and she wouldn’t accept anything else. She saw no reason to; she’d worked over half of her life with the sole goal of leading her own group in mind. If AS Entertainment didn’t want to give it to her, then fine. She’d be a trainee forever. Fine, whatever. She was prepared for that fate — it was her choice. Truth was? She likely could have left AS Entertainment by now, and went elsewhere with her ample experience and gotten her way, but that would have been admitting defeat.

Yun-Seo didn’t like to lose.

So, as a direct result of Yun-Seo outright refusing to join any suggested group that was led by anyone less than herself, while simultaneously refusing to leave the company, Yun-Seo and the administration of AS Entertainment had reached an unspoken agreement of ‘you don’t bother us, and we won’t bother you.’ Yun-Seo participated when she felt like it. Yun-Seo practiced when she felt like it. Yun-Seo had her own room. Yun-Seo used the recording studio when she wanted.

Yun-Seo was somewhat of a spoiled brat.

There was a reason that while the other trainees (beneath her, the lot of them) were scrambling to get ready to perform for their ‘evaluations,’ Yun-Seo was sitting on the edge of her bed holding a Nintendo Switch, with the door locked. She had been horridly distracted by the sound of the intercom, and as her opponent scored on her for free because of it, Yun-Seo decided then and there that her next outing would include the purchase of a pair of headphones.

Now she was losing, bastards. If Nintendo allowed her to chat with her opponents, she might have raged a bit, but… they didn’t. She wasn’t about to install an app on her phone to talk to people she was playing Mario Tennis against. It didn’t matter anyway, she was going to sink the shot and —

Knock knock.

Yun-Seo’s eyes pulled away from screen just long enough for her to miss the shot, and the opponent closed the game, the match, and the tournament. Her mood shifted from somewhat frustrated with the sound of the intercom going off, to flat out furious with whoever was behind the knocking. How dare they cost her the match!? In one fluid motion, she (gently) slammed the Switch onto her memory foam mattress and leaped to her feet. “What!? What do you want?!” She snapped toward the door, wondering who it could have been that was daring to interrupt her while she was in her last sanctuary in this godforsaken building.

Yun-Seo tore open the door to stare down the staff member who’d knocked. “Yes? What could possibly be sooo important that you had to bother me? I’m in the middle of something very important.” She demanded, jabbing her index finger into the chest of the male who was standing there. Someone new, obviously. Why else would someone have the gall to interrupt her? Yun-Seo paused, waiting impatiently for a response from the person standing across from her. Rapidly tapping her foot on the ground, Yun-Seo let out a frustrated sigh, “well?”

Yun-Seo’s apparent frustration and anger seemed to affect the staff member, who took a step back after she jabbed him with her finger. Clearing his throat, he spoke in a voice that he tried to make confident. “Did you hear the loudspeaker? Trainees are to report to the Judgment Room to —”

“Yes, and? Get on with it.” Yun-Seo ordered, snapping her fingers in front of the man’s face to hurry him along. The staff member cleared his throat, and tried again. Under Yun-Seo’s imposing glare and the ever present sound of her tapping foot, his voice wavered some, losing some of the false confidence he’d given himself before.

“So that means that you should… head that way... or you might miss your evaluation? Shouldn’t you be ready? Why are you in your pajamas?”

“Is that all you came here to say? You must be new here. When my door is shut, don’t bother me. Don’t knock, don’t call, don’t text, don’t interrupt me.” If Yun-Seo had a blunt object, she would have struck this man. “Though it’s none of your business, I’m in my pajamas because I want to be. They are comfortable, it’s that simple. Are you just going to stand there, looking like someone just told you that your breath smells? It does, by the way.” Yun-Seo paused, crinkling her nose to put emphasis on the fact that the man’s breath stank. “I don’t need to be evaluated. I already know how good I am — and so do your bosses, for that matter. Don’t ever knock on my door again, do you understand?” The man nodded.

“Good. Now, you’ve got two choices: option one, you run off and find someone who cares, or you go and fetch me some breakfast. Either way? Go get a breath mint.”

Slam!

With the door slammed shut so hard it bounced back open just a crack, Yun-Seo returned to her bed, plopping down and picking up her Switch, muttering something about the state of the help in this place.
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