Oh, romance. Summer... Summer romance. For Cheundong Kim, it's a wonderfully simple idea. Sweep a girl off her feet, and leave when summer ends. But he isn't in school any more, and might be in for a shocker.

Ta-da! Insta-Plot. Just add Character Twist.

Name: Cheundong Kim (Korean, by the way)
Age: 21
Personality: Social, friendly, and extremely smooth. At least, he likes to think so. He's a bit of a player, but not nauseatingly so. Rather, he's just not used to being commited to anything.
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Pounding bass, insane beat, mind-melting treble. It pulsated through the headphones that hung around his neck. For a few moments Cheundong was completely still, loosing himself in the pulsating sound that filled his hearing. Suddenly he reached for the notebook lying beside him, holding the pen poised in the air. His mind tumbled with words, mixing languages and stories in a chaotic swirl. Then the pen hit the paper, and it all organized itself before his very eyes, finding order and rhythm on the page. The flow was steady and strong, and only when it had run dry did Cheundong actually read through his work. A few alterations were made, just to keep things simple, and then Cheundon stretched out, breathing a sigh of relief.

Around him summer was beginning, with all the green and warmth that went with the season. Even in Toronto the summer was perfect, not as hot as Seoul, but not as cold as some other Canadian cities. The sky was clear, allowing the sun to warm the earth even as a gentle breeze cooled it. In his white t-shirt and purple skinnies Cheundong was dressed well, his blue Chuck Taylors lying a few feet away. He wiggled his bare toes in the grass, enjoying the sensation immensely.

So he had the track he planned on laying out at the recording studio, and  perfect day. Now if only the perfect girl would stop by. Smiling at the thought Cheundong began to speak the words he had just written, the rap finding an almost lyrical sound with his deep, throaty voice.

OOC: My dad took my computer. Ill replyeth nao. (I see u leik my made up word :-U)

Alyssa strolled down the park, looking down at her phone. She twisted a finger through her long brown french-braid texting her friends as usually. She mentally shuddered at her mother yelling at her clearly "Alyssa you need to get out the house! Some fresh air will serve you good." She frowned. It was warm, sunny, and pretty, oh and and bugs are here She thought. Last thing she wanted was some weird boy bugging her, like the last one. 

She made a turn and to her surprise a bunch a people were her. The sun was beating down on her, causing Alyssa to sweat. She felt her skin wet. Eww She thought. She went to sit in the shade hoping nobody was there. She just sat on the bench not caring to look. Alyssa picked up her neck and look to the side. A boy. A boy? A BOY?!? She went crazy at the thought. "All I ask for is one summer. Just one." She hissed quietly.  

And along came The Girl. Pretty, slender, fair... just like the girls back home. There was something a bit... off. She didn't seem at all happy to see him. Most girls took a look and immediately began to make conversation. He discreetly checked himself out, just to make sure he looked as good as he had this morning. Yup, still bad boy gorgeous. And those legs... Mmm.

Still wanting to be something of a gentleman Cheundong closed his eyes, falling into the beat that struck out through his headphones. Again he looked at the words sitting in his lap, reading them over silently. At her silent exclamation, however, Cheundong found he could no longer keep to himself. Despite the years he'd spent in country studying, there was still a definite accent to his powerful voice. "Ah, miss. I just wrote something, and I'd like your opinion on how it sounds. It's mostly in Korean, but I am hoping that the feel of it is enough to go on. Would you let me read it for you?"

ooc:// Hurgh, I cannot describe how amazingly my character's Person of Inspiration raps, so just watch this video. Since the picture I used is of this man, just imagine that it's Cheungong, and that this is what Alyssa is hearing. <.<'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vClRrR7S-qQ

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Ignoring the girl's apparent disdain, thinly veiled by her polite exterior, Cheundong gave a little bow. "Well, since you've graced me with the honor of your attention..." He set the headphones between them, cranking the volume up so that the backbeat was clearly audible. With that he jumped in, loosing himself in the rhythm and flow of his words. His mouth formed the vowels of his native tongue with a song-like easy, his deep voice shaking up what would have otherwise just been words on paper put to a beat. He closed his eyes, adding all the right emphasis to the right words. For those three and a half minutes the girl sitting beside him didn't exist. Just him and the words, pulsing with a heat generated by nothing other than his own imagination. And it was good.

ooc:// whoo

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Checking his reflection in the mirror, Cheundong smirked. He'd be putting out his new sound tonight, and what premier it would be. Of course, that meant bringing himself out in the style his music represented; time to dress for home. Men's fashion in South Korea tended to be a bit more flashy, perhaps even wha passed for effeminate here in the Western hemisphere. For tonight he wore a pair of black skinny jeans, the fabric interwoven with threads of shining silver, red, and pink, giving the black an iridescent shimmer that would have looked garish on anyone not born into it. He coupled it with a tight-fitting grey shirt, forming to the muscles rippling across his midriff, and his favorite base-white jacket, decorated with pink, purple, and red embroidered Dulce and Gabbana insignias.

Two diamond studs twinkled from his ears, with three extra studs on the left, and a cartilage piercing in the shape of a star and a tiny speck of amethyst glittering from his trigus. His favorite silver chain hung from his neck, a gift from a friend back home. Finishing it off with his favorite purple Chucks, spiking up his jet black hair and just the right amount of lining on his dark, almond-shaped eyes, Cheundong whipped out his phone. Checking the number he still had from this morning, he dialed and waited until he heard the phone pick up.

"Uh, hey, Alyssa? This is Cheundong, the guy from the park this morning. If you want, I'm performing at Club Se7en in about an hour, and your name is on the VIP list, just in case."