[jiho doesn't have a fascination with any of those things, death and war most notably. he is comfortable with them, in a way that should make him uncomfortable. he walks into the museum and sees a statue that makes him think of a mission in greece. he sees a painting that reminds him of one he watched turned to ash, because the artist's god didn't look like the arsonist's god. he sees the bones of creatures long gone, and the bones of those recently gone, hunted to extinction. the red in monet's flowers looks like the splattering of blood.
this building houses so much beauty. but most of it is lost on him.
it's been a year since he lost his brother. a year since it was "suggested" that he take some time off, which was a piss-poor attempt at sounding concerned and caring when he was really just being told that no one trusted him with a gun in his hand anymore. the bastards probably expected him to pick one up and turn it on himself, but jiho is a lot more stubborn than any of the shadowy higher-ups had given him credit for.
unfortunately, the electric company is pretty stubborn too, especially when it comes to their bill being paid on time. and jiho's severance pay is wearing a little thin, which has forced a man who has never known a normal life to maybe seek one out.
not a life, a job. that's all it is. he almost doesn't even acknowledge the man speaking to him - being a people person was thankfully not one of the qualifications, or jiho would never have passed the first round of interviews. but something about the nervous certainty in his voice makes jiho look up and-
huh. this museum actually does have something beautiful in it after all.
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Date: 2019-02-13 11:39 pm (UTC)this building houses so much beauty. but most of it is lost on him.
it's been a year since he lost his brother. a year since it was "suggested" that he take some time off, which was a piss-poor attempt at sounding concerned and caring when he was really just being told that no one trusted him with a gun in his hand anymore. the bastards probably expected him to pick one up and turn it on himself, but jiho is a lot more stubborn than any of the shadowy higher-ups had given him credit for.
unfortunately, the electric company is pretty stubborn too, especially when it comes to their bill being paid on time. and jiho's severance pay is wearing a little thin, which has forced a man who has never known a normal life to maybe seek one out.
not a life, a job. that's all it is. he almost doesn't even acknowledge the man speaking to him - being a people person was thankfully not one of the qualifications, or jiho would never have passed the first round of interviews. but something about the nervous certainty in his voice makes jiho look up and-
huh. this museum actually does have something beautiful in it after all.
jiho finishes tying his boot before standing up.]
I'm the new head of security.
[all five and a half feet of him.]