Posts tagged uee castor
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The feeling of nostalgia began to creep again, her brows meeting slightly as she looked through the documents. It was uncomfortable, it was like that feeling she got the first day of ballet class. A nightmare brought to life. It was the reason why she burned everything she gotten from her mother, she didn’t want to feel as incompetent as she did before. There was one thing though that she decided to keep, not knowing why, she just decided to toss that memento over to the shelf when they took most of her things out after coming back from a mission a few years ago. It was a random grab from the box, but among all the things in that box, she just felt that the bracelet was harmless. Her eyes then turned to Claire who was obviously distracted by something from the other side of the room. Amused by how it seemed to affect the other woman, Yoojin swung her head side to side, rolling her eyes as she slid the folder on her table, leaning forward, joining her hands and waiting for her to snap out of it.
“Still with me, Claire?” She began, looking over to the shelf to which Claire was fixated on only to realize that it was actually the bracelet she was staring at. “That’s probably one of my playmates’s… I found it in my stuff, took it as a reminder. I did have a childhood too, you know?” She almost laughed at how ridiculous it must be coming from her. She didn’t have to prove anything to anybody, as far as everyone knows, it’s what she is now that they all needed to know. No more, no less. But this Park Bom… she was really something else, as much as Yoojin wanted to shrug off the feeling that they’ve probably met before, she just couldn’t. And with thoughts of that bracelet bombarding her mind, she’s almost close to asking directly if the young woman knew her from anywhere.
Now, that’s the dilemma, Yoojin’s memory has always been good. Above all things, it’s her memory she’s proud of. If she have met Claire before, she swore she would have remembered… She didn’t, but she had this feeling that they did… and… Ugh, she groaned to herself in frustration. Keeping her poker face on, she looked back at Claire, looking for any sign of information, a squint or a longing look in her eyes maybe, something that Yoojin will never show in return. “What’s your name?” A little girl, hair in a neat bun, asked as she approached. “Gi-Yoojin. Kim Yoojin.” She replied as she struggled to tie her ballet slipper’s laces. The other girl swatted her hand gently and took matters upon her own hands, “Let me help you with that… My name’s…”
And before the memory came in clarity, she had lost it. “So tell me, Claire… what do you remember about your childhood?” It wouldn’t surprising at this point if the leader asked questions, especially random seeming ones. She’d always been known to have some kind of twisted psychological explanation for the littlest things, probably brought on by her fascination with human behavior and the unconscious. Sometimes, she appreciated the way people talked about her without her consent, she took advantage of it most of the time. It was easier to get information with misconceptions.
‘Hey…you know what. I think we should just sneak out.”Sneak out? No, we can’t. That’s not allowed!’ ‘Oh come oon…we both don’t like it here, and Mrs. … won’t notice. Come!’ She could see how the two girls grabbed each other hands, sparkling eyes, a mischievous smile on their faces, while they run through over the wooden floor, out of the studio…
“Still with me Claire? ‘Bommie??’ Slowly she shook her head, her eyes still fixed on the bracelet, her heart beating one heartbeat to fast. “One of my playmate’s…I did have a childhood too, you know.” Nodding she listened to her words, slowly turning her head back to Yoojin. Back to reality. She blinked a few times, before leaning back in her chair again, tilting her head to the side, causing strains of her hair fall into her face. “What I remember from my childhood? Well….-shrugs- I would say the normal things, you know. Friends, fun times…stuff. A live pretty different from now. But…I choose to not remember them most of the time. What is the use of those memories? There is no place for them in my life now. The past is the past, I drew a line back then.” she spoke casual, fighting the sudden urge to look at the bracelet again. ‘But I guess I can’t stop those memories from coming back, huh.’ she added in her head, meeting Yoojins eyes. Again this weird, familiar feeling went through her body, causing her to look away. “But…If I am allowed to ask, why do you want to know what I remember about my past?” she knits her brows. “Isn’t it better to not remember anything being in this kind of job. You know… being emotionless and not caring?” She looks back straight into her eyes, holding eye contact this time.
Claire was slightly irritated by the question about her past. Why did Yoojin wanted to know? What’s the use? The important things where in her file anyway. But it was not just the question that confused her, it was more realizing how she felt about this question. She suddenly had this weird feeling, that she really could tell Yoojin everything. That she could finally drown and relive her memories, instead of pushing them away. Tough she was her Boss, they never really talked a lot. It was always…formal, but still, Claire couldn’t shake this feeling of trusting her. Or was it Bom who made her way back to the surface? ‘I never trust people. It’s not good. They will only give you opportunities to make you vulnerable.’ That was her rule. That’s the way she lived. She hardly trusted anyone, and if she did, this person had to fight for it. But with Yoojin, it was different. She knew that she could trust her. She knew that she could talk with her about her childhood. About her memories. Her father.
However she didn’t. Claire didn’t. Her face remained straight, only slightly curious, watching the woman on the other side of the desk carefully. She just nodded, looking back at Claire and for a while none of them spoke. Waiting, the redhead crossed her legs, while rearranging her necklace. Yoojin was her boss, therefore there was no need for her to actually answer Claire’s question. In fact, she could even scold her for asking, but she didn’t and she had this feeling that Yoojin actually wanted to answer, she could tell it in her eyes. They changed…at least that’s what Claire thought. It was only for a tiny second, but she was sure, that they changed and…she didn’t know why, but it made her happy.
’ ”…’cause I want you to smile more.” ‘
She thought to herself, gazing over the documents in hand. Bottom lip held lightly by her teeth, head canted and resting over her hands in utter boredom and perturbed attitude.She was on top of everything, but this certain woman right here, there was just something about her that Kim Yoojin can’t figure out. Claire Roose. Bom. Ah, yes… Park Bom! She tapped her fingers upon her desk, eyes staring blankly at Bom’s profile. She took a deep breath through her nostrils and exhaled, her eyes averting to the door. She would be arriving any moment to report about today’s shipment. She set her papers aside, pinching her thumb and forefinger over the bridge of her nose, brows knitting together as flashes of her childhood memories suddenly came. The images lingered on within her mind until a pure migraine saturated her clearest thoughts.
Yoojin remembered this girl. She was a friend… from long ago. A friend who she was starting to remember quite vaguely, but the memories were there nevertheless. It had been a long day, meetings with investors, clients and prospective hits. Her schedule was as full as always and she didn’t really mind so much. It was better a busy day than one filled with absolutely nothing to do — she could spend those with Sofie, but she’s too engrossed in school right now. Lately her mind had been scattered, elsewhere and because of that certain things had come to pass. She hated how these circumstances were throwing her off course, killing her buzz. She needed to refocus, shake everything off and get her head back in the game. “Have a seat…” She didn’t stand up, nor did she bother looking at her as the delivery papers were carried into the room by the subject of her frustration, Park Bom, her eyes began to convey nonchalance and boredom. “Were the M4A1 Carbines and SIG SG 550 set out safely from the Jeju Port? Our client is expecting that no later than next week…”
She was always good at keeping her ground, acting like nothing bothered her. This got her away with a lot of things, observing people, collecting behavioral data and things of the same nature. As her eyes scanned the papers before her, occasionally she would take a glimpse of the other female, trying to recollect from her torn up memories what exactly it was Bom played in her life. Kim Yoojin didn’t remember much from before, especially childhood memories. Imagine having to live as Kim Yoojin, leader in training and Gianne Sinclair, debutante in training. That doesn’t exactly leave much room for playtime and child’s play… or did it?
Tip Tap, her black Louboutins made silent noises on the cold, polished floor while she slid the door to the building open, walking inside. The clock on her cellphone which rest in her hand, showed that she was exact on time. Bom, or should we say Claire, lifted her sunglasses off her nose, putting them safely in her bag. In her black heels, skin tight black jeans and a white blouse she looked like one of the typical business women you see on the streets of Seoul everyday. Like everyone else she would probably come back from her lunch break, go to her desk, with her own computer. Greeting her co workers with a smile, making some jokes and turn the computer on to continue working on a paper. But Claire Roose wasn’t the typical business woman. Although she was heading into her office building, she would not go to her own personal desk after a lunch break, talk with her co workers and continue to work on her paper. In fact, Claire just came home from a mission, had some papers about a secret weapon shipment securely in her bag and would later probably head to the gym for a few work out sessions.
With a familiar noise the elevator doors in front of her opened. She nodded at the two people who went outside, knowing that she saw them a few times before at the office, but couldn’t remember their names. Bored she entered it alone,turning to the mirror as the door closed again, looking at herself. Her eyes were almost as dark as the night, and her lips full. Her normally straight hair was slightly curled today, which made her knit her brows. She hasn’t worn her hair curly for years now. The last time probably was long before her eleventh birthday. “I like your hair curly, you should wear it like that more often!” she could hear the light, childish voice of the girl, like she would stand right next to her, her laughter, lovely and carefree. ‘I know that you always liked it like that the most … we would often wear the same hairstyle, remember?!’ She almost smiled at herself, answering a girl from a far away memory. ‘Stop it. You’re Claire. Not Bom.’ she reminded herself again and turned away, walking out of the elevator.
Back with her straight, almost annoyed looking face she elegantly walked through the corridor to the desired door. Carefully she knocked on the door, before slowly sliding it open, walking in. Her boss, leader, however you want to call it was sitting at her desk like usual. She didn’t even cared to look up at who’s coming, because she knew exactly that Claire would walk through this door with the desired papers. The red head bowed nevertheless before walking to the desk and sitting down as she was told, after handing the women the papers. She went by the name of Yoojin and was probably the same age as Claire. She was a surely beautiful woman but with lost eyes. Claire can remember the first time she met her. The moment their eyes met, she suddenly felt this very familiar warm feeling that she couldn’t really place. However she was certain that she never met someone with the name of Yoojin and normally she was good in remembering faces and names, which means that if she couldn’t place her face to a familiar name, Claire probably never met this person before. Therefore she didn’t gave her weird feeling any second thought and just decided to ignore it. However, she couldn’t stop those old memories from flashing before her eyes recently.
“Were the M4A1 Carbines and SIG SG 550 set out safely from the Jeju Port? Our client is expecting that no later than next week…” Her voice brought Claire back to the present and she nodded, looking at her Boss. “Yes, everything went as planed. There was no suspicious thing or person there and the ship left according to plan. I actually just talked with the captain again and he assured me that the ship would get there in time. But I insisted that he should text me once in a while of the ships present and inform me if anything should or even could delay the arrival.” She answered confident, watching Yoojin nodding, while being still occupied by the papers. Waiting for her next orders Claire leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and looking around. Not even interested her eyes roam over the interior of the clean and neatly furnished office. Despite having this certain aura of seriousness and business, she actually managed to give the room a nice and almost warm atmosphere. She was looking at Yoojins shelves, when something caught her eye. It was a little shiny thing on one of them, almost hidden behind a little statue. Unconsciously she straighten her back again, knitting her brows while looking at the little shiny thing hearing those girly voices again.
“Forever and ever, okay!”