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 Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 5:24 pm
Malak and her family, consisting of her parents, two older sisters, and her younger brother, live in a typical suburban house with just enough room for all of them and their stuff. It's covered in Middle Eastern knickknacks and other things.
Residents:
Abdul Ali Ahmad (57) [Father]
Hiba Mohammad Ahmad (54) [Mother]
Fadwa Abdul Ahmad (24) [Eldest sister]
Ghazal Abdul Ahmad (21) [Older sister]
Malak Abdul Ahamd (19) [R.C.]
Mohammad Abdul Ahmad (16) [Younger brother]
Fuzzy (13) [Orange short-haired tabby, neutered]
Ziggy (10) [Black-and-white short-haired, neutered]
Flower (8 months) [Brindle long-haired, intact]
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 1:35 pm
[Enter Malak from Quirky's Clothing.]
Bearing the gifts of masquerade masks, Malak handed them out to her parents and three siblings before they all went to their respective rooms and changed into their outfits. Malak really loved her dress and mask, it all look amazing. Though she wasn't the type to dress up, if it involved causing a little bit of fun with a few simple magic spells, it was well worth it, even the eyeliner and eye-shadow.
Once they were all dressed and once the cats' food and water bowls were filled, the family of six piled into their purple minivan and drove to the party.
[Exit Ahmad family to Kuro Shiro Manor.]
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 9:28 pm
[Enter Malak from Kuro Shiro Manor.
So much blood, so much death, so much pain. Malak was exhausted after helping everyone she and her family could at the manor. They had a body count of a dozen, but it felt like a hundred. The witch never thought she'd see people she knew, people she laughed and joked with, dead on the floor, A splinter of wood straight through one eye, a shard of glass wedged in the throat of another. Everyone who died was above the age of twenty-five, Malak liked to think she saved most of the younger guests from death with her little game, but that was selfish and egotistical of her. Her neighbors were dead and the psychopath responsible for it was running free.
Then she remembered Silver. The young sorcerer always amused her with his lack of magical abilities, couldn't cast a child's spell without failing miserably. He was funny to watch, funny to manipulate just like anybody else. But now he wasn't funny. Now he was a pitiful wreck. Mr. Sanchez's body among the dead wheeled off to the morgue with Silver and Mrs. Sanchez trailing behind. Malak always had dreams about Silver mastering his magical skills, but now when she tried to divine the future, all the happy times she saw for the sorcerer were replaced with depression and violence. His father had been his shield up until now, protecting him from the darkness of the magical world. Little Kuro Shiro was a safe haven for a weak sorcerer like Silver. And now the young sorcerer who could not perform the simplest of spells was exposed to that dark world. His mother couldn't protect him, Malak could see it already. Mrs. Sanchez would be gone before her husband was in the ground. Looks like I got no other choice. The witch looked at herself in her vanity mirror: Exhausted, dirty, and angry. She would protect Silver, accept the offer his parents kept asking of her through her parents. Malak never planned to accept it, but plans changed. "Do you think I'm a good person, Flower?" she asked her purring kitten, expecting nothing except her happy purrs. What did a brain-damaged cat know about pain and sadness? She probably couldn't remember experiencing it. Though that didn't stop the witch from cuddling with her kitten as she turned off her bedroom lights and went to bed dreading the day that would follow.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 9:24 am
Malak gasped as she opened her eyes, suddenly remembering her task for the day. Throwing off her covers and disturbing Flower from her deep sleep, the witch quickly went through her morning "getting ready" ritual before galloping down the stairs. Her body ached all over, but it mattered very little. She had plans today.
Grabbing her parents and explaining the situation, Malak could see they were happy that she finally changed her mind about the hot-button issue they had been arguing over for years. You won't be happy when you know I won't keep my end of this absurd deal, she thought as she signed the contract they had made with the late Mr. Sanchez and his widow. Zooming out the door with a copy of the contract in hand, Malak rushed over to the Sanchez Manor before it was too late to stop it from happening.
[Exit Malak to Silver's house.]
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