this old house~
Muses: Kim Junsu (dark_xiah) and Cho Kyuhyun (kyunnii)
Status: Closed; on-going
Date / Time: 08/09, early evening
Rating: G
Type: Thread
Summary: It's been over sixty years since the end of the Korean War, and Junsu still remembers. Every year on this day, he goes to The Cenotaph to remember the fallen dead from the wars he's been in. Surprisingly, he isn't the only one to remember those who had fallen before.
In this modern age of computers, cellphones and social media, very few took the time to remember the past and the dead. Junsu remembered a time when there were barely any automobiles on the streets, let alone the fancy cars you see on the road today. Many families in his time still rode horses and carriages; automobiles were a luxury, only for the wealthy. But nowadays, teens expected to get a car when they were sixteen.
Junsu looked down at his watch and sighed. He'd just gotten off shift and had just enough time to make it to the memorial before rush hour set in. Taking his bicycle out of the rack at the hospital, he got on and made his way to The Cenotaph, in the heart of the city. He'd left his car behind that day, knowing it would be faster with his bicycle.
It wasn't long before he arrived at the monument. It was all but deserted, which he didn't mind at all. On his way there, he'd stopped at a florist shop and picked up a large bouquet of lily's. He stepped up to the stairs of the monument, setting down the bouquet and knelt in front of them, his hands clasped together in prayer.
Status: Closed; on-going
Date / Time: 08/09, early evening
Rating: G
Type: Thread
Summary: It's been over sixty years since the end of the Korean War, and Junsu still remembers. Every year on this day, he goes to The Cenotaph to remember the fallen dead from the wars he's been in. Surprisingly, he isn't the only one to remember those who had fallen before.
In this modern age of computers, cellphones and social media, very few took the time to remember the past and the dead. Junsu remembered a time when there were barely any automobiles on the streets, let alone the fancy cars you see on the road today. Many families in his time still rode horses and carriages; automobiles were a luxury, only for the wealthy. But nowadays, teens expected to get a car when they were sixteen.
Junsu looked down at his watch and sighed. He'd just gotten off shift and had just enough time to make it to the memorial before rush hour set in. Taking his bicycle out of the rack at the hospital, he got on and made his way to The Cenotaph, in the heart of the city. He'd left his car behind that day, knowing it would be faster with his bicycle.
It wasn't long before he arrived at the monument. It was all but deserted, which he didn't mind at all. On his way there, he'd stopped at a florist shop and picked up a large bouquet of lily's. He stepped up to the stairs of the monument, setting down the bouquet and knelt in front of them, his hands clasped together in prayer.