Preseason Character
Na-Bi Hwang
Active
- Origin
- Passenger
- Age
- 21
- Occupation
- Pop Idol
- Played by
- Aphilistine ð’‰
- Approved
- Oct 29, 2026
Description
Na-Bi looks like she's being held together by twigs and post-it notes a large majority of the time, a shaky neurotic ball of haywire nerves and anxiety with a persistent stutter. It’s almost like she’s perpetually hyper-caffeinated yet also running on a week without sleep simultaneously. She's a young South Korean woman standing at 5 '0 with shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and a fairly average frame albeit with a fitness level that's probably higher than standard.
A member of a KPOP group that was staying on the vessel as part of an international tour. They were set to play two shows aboard the ship over the span of a few weeks before getting off in Baton Rouge to fly back to Seoul. Only one of these shows was able to occur before things went south. Their agency's managers and members slowly whittled in numbers, leaving only the trio at the end of those couple of weeks. Na-Bi is handling things horribly. Others aboard would have seen her around doing her best to hide behind her fellow members of the band in a cold sweat with a haunted, despairing look that she does a bad job at hiding behind wavering smiles.
Looking for
Tone
Hooks
Anything goes
Songstress of the Zenith
Na-Bi more often than not can't sleep well at night and opts to wander out on the decks in the late hours of the night. She enjoys finding a spot where sleeping passengers won't be disturbed and sings out to the waves by her lonesome. Sometimes it's existing songs she enjoys, sometimes its lyrics she's made herself, but either way there are certainly some passengers that will have heard her without her realizing. It's one of the only ways she can manage to really feel like herself amidst the chaos and panic of the current times.
Anything goes
The Songstress Returns
After some time, the voice some may have heard aboard the Zenith has appeared again on the college campus. Day and night, those passing the canteen/dining hall may just hear Na-Bi singing away to herself and the empty air. And maybe those who opt to linger and listen? Sometimes she stands at a window on the second floor, sometimes she simply finds a nice spot in the middle of the seating area. But either way, her voice fills the otherwise lonely hall and echoes across the building for anyone in passing to hear.
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9/27/2010
[Written in Korean]
It's been a while. I have no real excuse other than saying it's been so hectic that I haven't been able to bring myself to write my thoughts down. Maybe it's because they scare me. No, I know it's because they scare me. Part of me wants to think if I just ignore it and let it stay trapped inside, it can't hurt me. I know that's wrong. And I know it's not good for me. We're living on a college campus near a town named Brandenburg. I have a room. It's very pink and cute but I get sad when I think about who it might have once belonged to. I've been taking good care to clean things, hoping it would be nice to whoever that was. It's odd, I know. But I guess I'm just desperate for those small bits of normalcy. I think Somi misses the ship, but as bad as things are, it's nice to feel my feet on the ground again. It's nice to be able to enjoy nature again. It's pretty much the one thing that hasn't changed at all still.
It took a while but I did it. I left the campus. It wasn't far, but it was something. It feels stupid to feel proud of myself for that. I've done nothing, really. I still vomit every time I get home after seeing one of those things or the aftermath of someone putting one down. It's a wonder I can even hold it in that long. I can't keep my appetite for anything these days. Somi and Asami are going to kill me if they find out how little I've been eating.
It was just to a neighborhood. I couldn't stand being in those homes. The photos on the wall, in the albums. Where were those families? Why did it have to come to this?
I've been gathering food for the kitchen. It's all I feel I can do that's useful. Maybe eventually I'll get brave enough to venture out and meet whatever spirits claim the forests here. But for now I'm sticking to the campus. Leaving one time was enough for me for now.
September 10th, 2010
[Written in Korean]
We stopped at the port and people went to look for help and supplies while the crew tended to the ship. A group of soldiers appeared from the other side of the barrier blocking the city from the port. When I saw them, there was a brief moment where I was excited. Then they told us everything. I just can't understand it. Why would they do this to everyone? Is it really so bad that not even the military can do anything to stop this except resort to such awful things?
The bombs. I can't stop thinking about the bombs either now. How can I? We were right by the city when they started. I don't know what to think anymore. My life isn't my own anymore, none of this is right. Did Mr. Kwon and the others from the agency make it anywhere safe? I'll never know.
I just can't think straight, I can't decide what I want to believe or what I should believe. I can't do anything. I want to go home. The last time I saw it was months ago before the tour started. It was the last time I saw my parents too. The last time I ever will have probably. Everyone is arguing over what comes next but I can't make any of it out, I can't listen to them I can't understand the words. Everything feels fake no matter what I try to tell myself. It's all too much. It gets worse and worse before I can even process the last horrible thing.
The best I can do is keep quiet. For everyone's sake. Now would be the worst time to be worrying anyone when there's so much more that's more important to think about and keep track of. The best I can do is to at least try to smile. To at least keep singing out on the deck at night.
Some part of me wants to believe somehow my family can hear my voice on the wind and that they know I'm still here. That they'd hear me and come help me. That they'd come help me and then I can see them again. I know that's not how it works, I know no one can hear me. But for just a moment when I look over the railing I swear if I focus hard enough on my voice, I can picture the smiles they'd always find on their faces listening to me present some new song to them. No matter how plain or repetitive or bad it was, they were so happy to see me stand up in front of them. They'd turn the TV off, they'd sit down. And they'd have that look on their faces the whole time while listening.
It's something so cruel yet so sweet at the same time. And I know if I tried to explain it to anyone else, they'd just laugh or give me that look like I'm insane.
I laid in bed for three hours yesterday night and couldn't find any sleep. If that keeps up I'm not sure what I'll do. I feel bad enough as is, I've been struggling with it enough as is. How can everything always manage to get worse and worse and worse? Why did we even book shows on a cruise liner? Is there profit here? Did anyone even enjoy the show?
I need to stop. I need fresh air. I'm stopping writing and going out to get fresh air. I just need some fresh air right now.
September 8th, 2010
[Written in Korean]
I woke Somi and Asami up last night. All I remember is being startled awake. I don't recall the dream if there was one. I was so sweaty and all I could feel was my heart pounding and I couldn't bring myself to blink.
Every creak of the ship and sound of the water brushing against it was so clear, piercing through my heartbeat. Each time my ears caught one, I got this sensation. The best thing I can compare it to is if you were trapped inside of a soda can and it slowly began being compressed in on itself. It was like our suite was eating me alive.
Every day that passes, the ship somehow feels smaller and smaller. I wish it would stop doing that.
I don't want to be eaten alive. The people near the port in Memphis, I can't get the image out of my head. They were far away and it was blurry but that just makes me imagine the empty gaps in so much more detail. I'm shivering again now, Mom would probably be embarrassed of how shaky my handwriting must look right now.
I hope I don't keep sleepwalking too much, but it's probably not going to stop. One of these days I'm going to get myself hurt because of it I bet.
I don't remember it but they said I had screamed. Apparently they woke up and I had stood, walked over some distance and had both hands pressed against the wall. I'm surprised I even managed to get back to sleep, but I'm glad I could.
Whatever we'll find when we dock in Baton Rouge, it's not going to be a way home, is it?
September 2nd, 2010
[Written in Korean]
Someone said I should try this. They said it'll help me. I don't know, I'm worried they're tired of me.
It's not the first time, I've been recommended this before. For some reason I could never bring myself to do it, now I don't know what else there is I could try. It gives me something to do for a little bit at least, doesn't it?
I don't even know where I could begin. That's the thing. I'm supposed to write down what I'm thinking and feeling but I can't tell. I'm just so confused and scared. None of this seems real. When I think about it my body freezes and I feel like I'm so far away from myself. How am I supposed to write that feeling down? I don't even know what it is. I feel like I'm losing my mind. It's always hard to breathe. It's hard to do anything. I want to speak to others but when chances come I can't move. What am I supposed to do? What's going to happen next? I have a feeling it's only going to get worse.