How to Forget a War (Dystopian-Monster Stuff?) (Closed Again)

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(Just kind of bumping this up? We can begin once more people come on and when @ImNotCrazyImAFangirl and @ShadeStar post their characters)

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Ronan loved his music. His mind was elsewhere when he played a slow tune on his violin, the red soul of a man floating from his chest. The man was talking quickly, confessing what he had did. That was something that tended to happen, it was difficult to lie around a Sunai. The man eventually slumped over, and red ball of light eventually seeped into Ronan’s skin. He shivered at the feeling of pleasure when it sunk into him. He stopped playing, looking around the man’s apartment. The North Sector was so much nicer than the South Sector. He wandered over to a picture frame, the man smiling with his daughter. The daughter he had raped and killed just hours before.
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Faye really loved her music. The sound of a loud rock tune blasted through a pair of earbuds as she flipped through a magazine. She was lounged out on her bed the small remote to a shock collar resting on her stomach. She wasn’t fond of the fact that she had her own Malchai slave, but her father had insisted it. Besides, she really didn’t enjoy having the one she got. Unlike some of the others, the one she had received tended to be quite rude, but she supposed she could understand why. If she had a shock collar around her neck, she would be pissed often as well.

(It’s all good, it’s slow for me too)

(Sure, she can! And not at the moment? He could just be in the room with her or something, she doesn’t like using the Malchai for things)

Faye’s eyes shifted from the magazine to the Malchai on her floor. She had to admit, he intimidated her at times. Hell, he was at least three feet taller than her. She tugged off her headphones, letting them fall onto her stomach as well. “You know there’s a chair right there, right?” She spoke up, watching the Malchai, who’s name she could never remember.

Faye huffed as she sat up, leaning against her elbows. “You can sit it in,” she said slowly, like she was talking with a child. The Malchai could have been a child, she had no idea how old he was.
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Ronan slipped out the back door as another cross formed on his lower collar bone. His violin was in its case that he carried in his hand. He walked at a brisk pace, head lowered. It was later at night, and he couldn’t be questioned lurking around that late with an instrument. People got suspicious.

(One of your characters could run into Ronan?)

Faye’s eyes narrowed slightly at the Malchai before she sighed sharply and looked back at her magazine. He never spoke much to her, and she was worried about getting close to him, fearing that he may slice her throat open with his claws or fangs. Just like her mother. her fingers found the iron chain around her neck, something that all humans worn to prove that they were human. She knew the monsters couldn’t stand it, she heard it burned their skin. It reminded her of old fairytails about men who could turn into wolves, but silver burnt them. That’s what it reminded her of.