Kim In Suk
Oblivious to the conversations directed to and occurring around her, In Suk blissfully began taking apart what had originally been a crystal studded brooch, now broken almost in two. She guessed that somebody might have stepped on it, but then again, it didn't seem to be all that well made either. The silvery parts were just some cheaply painted metal and bits were flaking off. The crystals, she had thought at first, were likely plastic. She was pleasantly surprised to find them to be glass instead.
Prying the bits of glass out with the end of one of her hair pins, she set the metal aside in a small pile on the table. When she got back to the room, she'd melt it down and figure out what she wanted to do with it. There was a list of projects she had on the back burner that were in desperate need of more materials so she was sure that there was something that could be done. The glass, though, was the component which fascinated her the most. It just felt right to mold it into something right then.
She squished the bits together in her hands like putty, molding it into a sphere. There was enough to make a small, colorless marble. With her hairpin, she began shaping flower petals. The mechanical dragonfly in her air gently dug its legs into her scalp as it moved about, probably responding to sound that she could not hear.
Supremely content with how the night was turning out, In Suk responded by actually looking up, absently trying to figure out what had gotten its attention. Since coming to the Academy, lots of things got its attention so easily that she had taken to ignoring it most times.
It looked like the three other people there -two girls and a boy- were already well into a conversation. She blinked a little at their mouths opening and closing soundlessly.
People always looked so funny when they were talking. The thought made her giggle to herself.
Oblivious to the conversations directed to and occurring around her, In Suk blissfully began taking apart what had originally been a crystal studded brooch, now broken almost in two. She guessed that somebody might have stepped on it, but then again, it didn't seem to be all that well made either. The silvery parts were just some cheaply painted metal and bits were flaking off. The crystals, she had thought at first, were likely plastic. She was pleasantly surprised to find them to be glass instead.
Prying the bits of glass out with the end of one of her hair pins, she set the metal aside in a small pile on the table. When she got back to the room, she'd melt it down and figure out what she wanted to do with it. There was a list of projects she had on the back burner that were in desperate need of more materials so she was sure that there was something that could be done. The glass, though, was the component which fascinated her the most. It just felt right to mold it into something right then.
She squished the bits together in her hands like putty, molding it into a sphere. There was enough to make a small, colorless marble. With her hairpin, she began shaping flower petals. The mechanical dragonfly in her air gently dug its legs into her scalp as it moved about, probably responding to sound that she could not hear.
Supremely content with how the night was turning out, In Suk responded by actually looking up, absently trying to figure out what had gotten its attention. Since coming to the Academy, lots of things got its attention so easily that she had taken to ignoring it most times.
It looked like the three other people there -two girls and a boy- were already well into a conversation. She blinked a little at their mouths opening and closing soundlessly.
People always looked so funny when they were talking. The thought made her giggle to herself.
