Pyromaniac

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CHANYEOL 17:12                      16th

Chanyeol cannot remember a time where he had seen or experienced anything. He can only feel the darkness, only see the images, he conjured for himself to enjoy. He felt disabled. He had fallen asleep in the midst of his walk and now he lays immobile, and not aware of his surroundings.

He wouldn't know if he was in danger or safely hidden. All he can know is that he wanted to experience life once again. He didn't understand why he had to be in deep slumber for the solar eclipse to actually work. He mentally rolled his eyes before thinking about what he could be doing.

He thought about his hobbies, art and music. His art kept him sane and his music, insane. His art symbolised everything he wanted to be. He used colors as if they were his powers. He used a lot of warm tones. Like reds and oranges.

He had a collection of paintings about fires and anything connected to heat. He remembered how calming the stroke of the brush was. How much he loved mixing and experimenting with colors. He remembered how his best friend had taught him that. His favorite thing to draw was always dragons. He was obsessed with them. He loved the feeling of riding one. Although he never understood why, he could fly, he didn't need to ride a dragon. Nevertheless he missed him. He missed all of his brothers and everything they taught him.

His paintings always having something to do with an emotion, the fire collection deals with anger, it deals with the traditional meaning of the color too in different cultures. Some involve the chinese cultural meaning, Red is associated with fire, south, and summer. Other painting have the korean association of red being yin energy, which represents masculine energy, the sun and the life force. And many other cultures like indian culture associating it with energy and creativity.

His favorite painting he had done was his interpretation of the old Chinese folklore of the Nian, a man-eating beast of ancient China who used to feed on human flesh. the creature abhorred loud noises and the color red, the people made home decorations and clothing to protect themselves from the Nian.

He portrayed the Nian beast as a dragon. Although he wasn't chinese, his Royal was and so he used his favorite animal to portray the chinese folklore beast. He felt as the painting connected him to secondest eldest Royal.

This is all in his head, he can't even experience real anger. His frustrations are envisioned, not acted out by his physical body. His emotions are in his head, not his body. He sat on the ground. Around him, his half finished paintings with colors swirling on them waiting to be admired. A single tear left his left eye. He felt pain in his heart. He glanced at his guitar at the corner of his room. He reached for it and rested it on top of his legs and strummed a few chords.

On the outside he couldn't sense anything, so when someone arrives, he didn't realize. The person was a girl with long brown hair, a white blouse and a soft rose cardigan. Her jeans were ripped and her shoes dirtied from the forest's floor.

The girl wore a necklace with a diamond shaped ruby. It was very peculiar. It didn't look like something that can be bought. As the girl emerged from the dense forest, she looked very distraught. She couldn't find him, for the life of god, she can't find the boy. It's like he fell off the face of the earth. The Nonagon said that he would be in Arizona in his APT and sleeping just like some of the other members. But she checked his home and he wasn't there. She looked around his house and was able to find a clue as to where he would be. He seemed to like taking a lot of picture of sceneries and then recreating them on a canvas.

The most recent pictures dated a day old so she thought maybe he went back. She already had to pick his lock so she could get in now, she has to go find him in a forest? Maybe she wasn't cut out for this job. As she made her way out, she checked her watch to make sure she isn't too late, 17:05. She pondered what would happen once she finds him, does she have enough time to find him on the time that the Nonagon said she would? They are a day early before the meeting at the cafe. But does that mean they'll be able to get there on time? Was there really going to be a battle and she has to fight? She was decent at hand to hand combat but she didn't think that would be of any help, if they can throw fireballs at her.

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