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Choon-Hee Song

Catch the world in a moment. WIP

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a character in “Oeuvre”, as played by Espenwald

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Choon-Hee Song



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Nationality
South Korean

Hometown
Busan, South Korea

Major
Photography

Age
21

Gender
Female

Sexuality
She has no room for romance, but all the room for cuddling cats.

Hair Color
Black

Eye Color
Brown

Height
5’9”

Weight
120 lbs

Appearance
The first thing you notice is her legs. The last thing you notice is her unique expression; soft with a vague sense of admiration. Wispy charcoal hair frames her face and russet eyes glimmer deeply. Her rose petal lips whisper to be kissed, but have never gained the satisfaction due to their uninterested owner. A beige complexion fills in the lines between her short forehead, angled cheekbones, and sharp jawline. Long slender limps completes her doe-like visage, granting her many eager looks – which are never returned, unless through the comfort of a camera lens.




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Personality


Likes
  • Wadding in the ocean
  • Long walks
  • Rain, rain clouds
  • Clutter
  • Stillness
  • Blank notebooks
  • Disposable cameras

Dislikes
  • Violent media
  • Impromptu plans
  • Buzzing insects
  • Crowded rooms
  • Arrogance
  • Cinnamon rolls


History

So begins...

Choon-Hee Song's Story

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Character Portrait: Choon-Hee Song Character Portrait: Vinh Troung
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Music Major | #C88141 | Residence Sarrhail
They did pair him up with another Asian! How could they? Well actually it was very simple. Out of the five people Vinh could be paired up, two were Asian which gave him a forty percent chance of being stuck with an Asian and given the chance between something desired with greater odds and something undesirable with lesser odds God loved giving him the undesirable option. It wasn't like he was repulsed by the idea but rather that he'd basically been paired up with Asians his entire school life even when they had nothing in common. At the very least this person was from Korea so he supposed that he could learn a thing or two about her country.

Dragging his rolling suitcase around, Vinh tried to find his room but instead saw some people in the living room. Should he forgo finding his partner and just talk? He looked at phone before frowning and shaking his head. He wouldn't know what to talk to them about and these sorts of things were better done in groups anyway. He found his room and knocked on the door a few times (perhaps hoping that Choon-Hee was already in there) before unlocking and finding a near-empty room. It seemed that she hadn't arrived yet so he had free pick of both bed and closet. Did he want to be by the door or closer to the walls? Did he want the right side of the closet or the left? He didn't particularly like being by the door as it meant more disturbance when coming in and out of the room (as well as his mother's old tales about feng sui), but it also meant easier sneak outs (not that he would be doing much of that in college).

"You know what? Screw Mom. I'll sleep by the door if I want to!"
he exclaimed as he tossed his backpack onto the bed.

He took to unpacking his knick-knacks, laptop, posters, and decorations but gave none of that love to his clothes which remained inside of his suitcase. Vinh wanted his side of the room littered with posters of various video game characters and musical figures. His desk would be equally littered with paraphernalia, but have enough space for his cardboard box which housed most of his equipment. Even though the school provided its own studio he loved his equipment to bits and the last thing he wanted was for his mother to rifle through his drawers while he was off in ENSBA.

The setting changes from residence-sarrhail to Paris, France

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Character Portrait: Adeline Baudin Character Portrait: Cyrille Bellerose Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Choon-Hee Song Character Portrait: Cècile Couture Character Portrait: Vinh Troung Character Portrait: Wyatt Erguiza Character Portrait: Erza Hart
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The setting changes from paris-france to Résidence Sarrhail

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Character Portrait: Adeline Baudin Character Portrait: Cyrille Bellerose Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Choon-Hee Song Character Portrait: Cècile Couture Character Portrait: Vinh Troung Character Portrait: Wyatt Erguiza Character Portrait: Erza Hart
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Female Day: Belle
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Dialogue | #BDA0CB
Thought | #87CEFA



Heels clacked loudly against the concrete of sidewalks, not in the least bit rushed as Belle made her way into the wrong direction. Oblivious, although having lived in the country, and the city itself, for her entire life, the street signs and sounds of cars whirring by still managed to get her turned around. As dizzying as all the noise was, she wasn't the least bit disoriented and happily clacked her heels against the crack in the side walk, feeling that there was something stuck on the left heel. When she was satisfied that whatever it was had been removed, she continued her way onwards into the unknown.

It took another hour of walking, a stop off at a coffee shop, three thrift shops, and two boutiques, before Belle finally decided that if she took any longer reaching her destination that it would be nightfall before she reached it. While she wasn't at all concerned about being a lady walking the streets of France at night since she could easily handle herself if need be, she was more focused on the issue of not getting to greet her roommates. Surely, the foreigners would be exhausted from their long day. It was just a pity that they would probably be too tired for her to show them around the town (as if she knew where she'd take them anyway).

Hailing a cab, Belle pushed in her large suitcase, the kind that looked as if it could contain at least two bodies if she were the, er, sociopathic type. She hauled it into the cab with ease, stretching out her arms to give them a rest after spending the day wandering around aimlessly. The cabby was happy to take her to her destination, even going as far as shaking his head and denying her money when she they arrived. While Belle was flattered, she still tossed the owed amount in the man's direction, thanking him for the courtesy, and dragging her suitcase along with her towards the building.

This, she thought, gazing up at the building in question, the place she would be staying for as long as requested, the place where, hopefully, her dreams would be realized, This is the place.

When Miss Belle arrives, she arrives in style.

The door did not simply open. There were no polite knocks, no creaks of the hinges when she turned the knob. Rather, Belle purposely, quietly, subtly turned the knob so the door would open just enough, and when she was sure she wouldn't knock it off its hinges, she kicked it straight it. There wasn't a single sign of hesitation as it crashed against the inside wall (thankfully, only leaving the slightest of marks, as this was a practiced initiation and a perfected one at that). Seeing the people inside, her eyes glistened with glee at the very prospect of getting to meet new people. Not just people- Artists!

Oblivious to any current conversations being held, Belle did what she did best and claimed the attention of those in the vicinity, her voice loud, bright, and booming as she greeted the others. "Bonjour, mes gâteaux sucrés! Miss Belle has arrived to the floor. I'm excited to meet you all, especially the newcomers." And by that, she meant the foreigners, of course.

Belle circled the room, swiftly and excitedly shifting from one person to another to shake each hand, taking one of the other's in two of her own. She grabbed them each by the shoulder, greeting them with a kiss to each cheek, finally settling back to the door when she was finished to carefully shut it and grab her bag. With her suitcase in hand, she gave them each a curt wave, smiling ear to ear. "I'll be back in two clicks of these heels to collect names."

Truth told, Belle did just as promised. She found her room, dropped of her suitcase, heels, and scarf, and paraded back into the main room, opening her arms out wide. "I'm so late! Mes excuses! I want to meet each and every one of you by name- Oh!" She paused, scanning the room to see if she could guess the answer to her next question. When she couldn't, she curtly clapped her hands together. "Which one's my lucky partner? Don't be shy, we have to meet right away!"

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As the plane approached its destination to the city of love, a young Korean woman plastered her face against the window next to her. A soft smile crept to her rosy lips as the decent beneath the clouds revealed more of the beautiful scenery. The sky was blue, the clouds were stretched like pulled cotton, and the city below was sprawled out in entrancing geometric shapes. What a day to start a new adventure.

After moving at a snail’s pace through customs and retrieving her luggage, Choon-Hee Song exited the airport with a spring in her step - overwhelmed with excitement to embrace her new home. The hustle and bustle of Paris reminded her of home in Busan, South Korea, just without the salty air from the sea port. People and cars rushed past, unaware of the curious young woman watching them with growing amazement. She had never been outside of her own country, never been exposed to a different culture in such an intense manner, and to think she was blessed with the opportunity to finish her studies in one of the most famous cities in the world! Her exhilaration could not be contained.

Seeming to forget that she was due to arrive to the student apartments, Choon-Hee clutched her powder blue sunhat to her head and hurried off to explore the wondrous new city. Shop after shop lined the enchanting cobblestone streets enticing her with beautiful handmade bobbles and trinkets. Her large rolling luggage clacked against the cobblestone loudly earning confused looks from the locals, which the young woman did not appear to notice. Absorbed in her own amazement, she wandered about the streets taking in all of the intricacies of the ornate architecture and the vibrant culture surrounding her. Only the smell of freshly baked bread from a nearby bakery snapped her out of her trance, as she became aware of her monstrous hunger.

After purchasing a scrumptious chocolate covered pastry from the bakery, Choon-Hee seated herself at a small table outside to admire more of her surroundings. The multicolored boutiques across the street humming with people, the sweet sound of fluent French buzzing in the air, and the chocolaty goodness of the pastry combined into a serene sense of happiness. She must capture this moment. Digging through her backpack, she gently retrieved her beloved Nikon camera, secured it around her neck, and then proceeded to snap photos of the street and the people walking down it.

Suddenly Choon-Hee’s attention turned from the whole of the street to a singular figure. A woman cut through the crowd, striding confidently in heels, dragging a large luggage in tow. The scene’s aesthetic resonated within the photographer – she must act quickly before the moment was gone forever. Like a lioness readying to pounce, Choon-Hee lowered herself to get a better angle. Her brow furrowed in concentration. There, perfect! Her camera snapped multiple times, capturing the scene in a pristine manner.

As the woman became only a blot in the distance, the photographer triumphantly straightened herself and proceeded to investigate her prize. The soft smile returned as she flipped through her recent photos, pride swelling within her especially when viewing the newest snapshots of the mysterious woman.

Choon-Hee’s musings over her handiwork were cut short after the atmosphere began to turn from a bright blue to a soft sleepy orange. Looking up into the sky, the young woman started in realization that night was approaching and she had no idea where she was in relevance to where she needed to be. She fished her phone out of her backpack as she returned to her seat by the bakery and typed in the name of the apartments where she would be staying. The phone reported back that it would take around fifteen minutes by car to arrive at Résidence Sarrhail, prompting a frown from the student. While Choon-Hee would never pass up the opportunity to take a walk during a sunset, she was beginning to feel the exhaustion from the long flight creep up on her. She quickly hailed down a cab, relieved when she was able to rest her aching legs for a little while.

Once she arrived at the apartment building, Choon-Hee paid the driver with euros and a polite “Merci” before he waved goodbye and proceeded to his next customer. The young woman then began to make her way up to door 301, excited but also somewhat nervous to meet her new roommates. She wondered how it would be like to live with nine other artists – like living in an intense bubble of creativity. When she arrived at the door, she searched again in her bag for her key, noting that a number of voices could be heard from within. As usual, her lollygagging caused her to be late, but at least she had gotten some good shots during the day. The door opened with a click of the key and she dragged her luggage over the threshold and then quietly shut the door.

Many of her new roommates were gathered on the main floor introducing themselves to each other. Before introducing herself, Choon-Hee took a second to scan each new face. A light-haired man stood looking into the empty fridge, a short blue-haired woman was investigating the kitchen, a tall ginger-haired man was curiously leaning backwards under the microwave (was he smoking?), a dark haired woman was standing in the doorway addressing someone, and – wait, what? The young photographer’s face flushed slightly as she recognized the woman in the living room; she was the confident woman Choon-Hee had photographed while in the city! Frozen in the doorway, Choon-Hee came to the realization that not only was the confident woman even more radiant up close, she also was her roommate. She had photographed her roommate.

Her blush deepened in her embarrassment and she sheepishly sneaked away towards her room, hopping that she was not noticed – although improbable with so much luggage weighing her down. Entering her room, she parked her luggage near the empty bed, laid her backpack down, and then sighed both from left over embarrassment as well as exhaustion. Next time she has luggage, sight-seeing will not be an option. She turned around and caught sight of a dark headed boy unpacking various videogame related posters and figurines. Assuming he was her partner, Choon-Hee took a small step closer and gave a small bow along with a smile. “Bonjour, you must be Vinh. I’m Choon-Hee Song. It’s nice to finally meet you!”

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Character Portrait: Adeline Baudin Character Portrait: Cyrille Bellerose Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Choon-Hee Song Character Portrait: Erza Hart Character Portrait: Adrian Voss
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▌ LOCATION: RESIDENCE SARRHAIL ; KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM
▌DIALOUGE: #D2242C
▌THOUGHTS: #DBB3A1

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        There were many things Adrian had been prepared for, but the almost comical personalities of the apartment attendees was not one of them. Watching from the safe environment that was the kitchen he let the scene before him roll out wondering when it would be appropriate to insert himself into the conversation.

        The girl with blonde hair was peculiar, for it wasn’t very often that someone would introduce themselves with the knowledge of not only theirs but the other person’s name as well. As she rose from an exaggerated bow she commented on the fact that she hadn’t decided which bed should be hers.

        Adrian rolled his eyes in a way that said more than he ever could. Adeline was a character, and if he hadn’t the foresight to look up the other members of the house hold he would have incorrectly assumed her to be a thespian.

        Slowly Adrian was beginning to realize that he would be better off in his own room waiting for his room mate than interrupting a ‘declaration of friendship.’ But as he was about to do that a voice called out to him asking him the very same question.

        “Would you like to be friends too?” he stopped in his tracks and looked at the person in question. It was a bit awkward for someone to ask if they could ‘be friends’ for Adrian thought it to be a natural occurrence rather than a forced one, but despite that fact he couldn’t help but smile and nod in acceptance.

        “Um, bonjour Je m'appelle Adrian, enchanté,” he walked toward the pair and reached out his hand in hand shake. He realized there that Erza despite appearing male had smaller hands than he anticipated, and upon further notice had a higher pitched voice than the average male. “That’s fine with me, and I do believe shopping is in order.”

        However as Adrian was to ask what room they were in a woman with a pretty shade of red (blonde?) hair came flying in and took the apartment by storm. But as quickly as she came she left and Adrian could only pale when he realized which room she stormed into.

        Having read about his partner he knew they would be a bit eccentric, but what he was presented with was something more than that. “Which one's my lucky partner? Don't be shy, we have to meet right away!” Adrian didn’t want to speak up, but knew it was rude to ignore her request and as such introduced himself the same way he did when meeting Erza and Adeline.

        “Do you need help unpacking Miss Belle?” he completely ignored the fact hat he too also had to shove his clothing into a closet, but he didn’t have very many things so he thought why not procrastinate. “We were going to head out to the store afterwards, would you care to join us?”

        The sound of the vent turning on however caught his attention to a woman with blue haired trying to do the same thing he had a few minutes earlier, and a man smoking underneath the stove fan. These people were hardly what Adrian thought his college life would bring, but it just as welcome as anything else he encountered.

        “If you must smoke, please step outside to do so.” Adrian didn’t hate smoking nor was he against the act, but the smell would stick to anything it could and never go away. He had learned that from years of living with a daily smoker, “And we’re about to head out for groceries, or if any of you would rather we could dine at a restaurant,” he directed his first statement more at the female, but let the question be open ended so anyone could answer.

        A girl with short black hair walked into the apartment and blushed when she caught sight of Belle and quickly turned toward the last remaining room. He quirked an eyebrow up but decided her behavior was nothing unusual. “So, what room have you two claimed?”

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Character Portrait: Adeline Baudin Character Portrait: Cyrille Bellerose Character Portrait: Sterling Santos Character Portrait: Basile Roux Character Portrait: Choon-Hee Song Character Portrait: Cècile Couture Character Portrait: Vinh Troung Character Portrait: Wyatt Erguiza Character Portrait: Erza Hart Character Portrait: Adrian Voss
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#EE105A ✿ Kaori Miyazono ✿ #0076A4



"I would love to, Adeline, I really would."

A bright smile crossed Adeline's face as she heard those words, and she was glad she'd made the decision to ask. She watched Erza walk out into the hall and followed her out, silently eavesdropping as she asked the blonde boy downstairs if he also wanted to be friends. This Erza character was pretty awesome so far.

Adeline listened quietly as the two conversed, observing their words and everything else in the room: the blue-haired woman who had come down to search the refridgerator, the ginger male who was smoking near her. She didn't react very dramatically when the door crashed open, though her curiosity perked up. Slowly she scooted to where she could see the pretty woman who had entered.

The woman introduced herself as Miss Belle, and Adeline made the assumption that she meant Cyrille Bellerose. She called out to the group asking who her partner was and the blonde male - Adrian, as she'd learned his name was - claimed the position. The two seemed like complete opposites in Adeline's eyes.

Adrian offered to help Belle with her immense luggage, and then invited her and the others in the room to join them on their quest for groceries, which Adeline thought would be more fun with more people. The more the merrier, right?

"Maybe we could have the whole dormitory join our shopping adventure~"

Adeline spoke, directing it towards no one in particular, and continued watching the events below. A black-haired girl walked in and Adeline noticed her walking into Vinh's room. She still had to say hi to him, since she hadn't earlier. Her attention was directed back to Adrian when he asked her and Erza which room was theirs.

"Ours is the middle one! It satisfies my aesthetic~"

Her views on silly things like aesthetic made life more interesting for Adeline, despite how simply random they were. "So, do you guys think we'd all be okay going grocery shopping at night? My sisters say all the creepy people go roam around after dark." Adeline laughed playfully at her own comment.

Adeline pulled away from the railing and went back into her room, searching through her bag and pulling out her purse before hopping back out into the hall, closing the door behind her. "So, who all wants to come along?"

Hopping over to the room left of hers and Erza's, Adeline knocked lightly on their slightly open door before poking her head in. "We're all going grocery shopping, if you'd like to come along!" She waved to them and went back over to Erza. Grabbing her wrist, she gently pulled her new roommate with her down the stairs to where everyone else was, letting go at the bottom and skipping over to Vinh's room and also poking her head in. "Hey Vinh, Bella Ragazza, the great moi was wondering if you two would like to accompany us on our grocery shopping trip~"

Adeline sent a wink and a double-guns finger motion towards them and popped back out of their room, leaving them to their decision, and walking back to the group. "They'll come if they want to~ Anyways, we should go before dark."

Bella Ragazza: Pretty Girl | Italian | In reference to Choon-Hee Song



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Music Major | #C88141 | Residence Sarrhail

"Quoi de neuf?"

The question (really more of a statement) was short, instinctive, and informal. It was so informal in fact that he wondered if the girl learned it in any of her French classes (Korea had those right?). Vinh supposed that "bonjour" would have been the more appropriate response as they didn't know each other very well but considering that they were roommates they might as well get to know each other. He wasn't much for formalities and unless she was a language fiend he hoped that she wouldn't mind either. Plus there was also the fact that he was busy breaking out the personality ware.

In this case, personality-ware referred to things that would make him jump out as "gamer-EDM-guy" because it was simply easier to have someone else start a conversation about something someone saw than have Vinh do all the work. From what it seemed, she had her own fair share of interests (although she'd yet to hang them up on her wall) so he could at least ask now that she'd already initiated the conversation. He popped out the bottom of the cardboard box once he finished unpacking and slid it under his bed before turning over to face his new roommate and talk to her in full.

"You're a photography major right?" he asked, holding out his hand to shake, "I think I met a few of you on the way here."

That was partially a lie as he only met one of them, but there were probably tons floating around campus.

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Choon-Hee's nervousness dissipated in response to Vincent's colloquial greeting. Formalities always felt strange to her - there is a certain forced awkwardness about them, especially when speaking in a foreign tongue. Vincent’s casual reply felt more natural and fluid, just like the French the young photographer had dreamed of hearing firsthand. While she had been successful in the multiple French classes she had taken at home, speaking and understanding French in a classroom was extremely different from interacting with a native speaker. Her mind spun with ways on how to properly respond to his question.

Like a whirlwind, the emotions of the day's adventure came flooding back. Uncertainty on the flight, amazement walking around the city, inspiration from the photogenic surroundings and its inhabitants; everything was so new and exciting. "Surreal," Choon-Hee mused in response, a noticeable accent woven in the word, "I can't believe I'm actually in Paris." The young photographer beamed at her roommate, a wide smile plastered to her face in her joy. She waited patiently while Vincent finished unpacking, and then stared uncertainly at his outstretched hand. Remembering that it was a western custom to shake hands, she tentatively took his hand and shook it.

"You're a photography major right? I think I met a few of you on the way here."

A smile returned to the young woman’s lips. "Yes, I am a photography major! That is cool that you met some more photographers on the way here. I can’t wait to meet them when classes start." She gently let go of his hand and then proceeded to unpack her duffle bag in search of her laptop. Once she had located it, she then began to hook up her camera in order to save the day’s work. Looking back at Vincent she began to wonder how they would begin to create their final project. "You're a music major correct? What type of music do you work with the most?”

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