F. Treial
F. is 21 years old.
He is the Turntable Artist of dead+ly.
F. is also known as "daemon".
F. was last seen in Ankara before heading off on adventure.
F. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.
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| Game: Popmundo |
| Points: 2800 |
| Days Active: 590 days |
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“If you want to kill me, sneaking up like this is a good idea.” I say coldly, one foot on the edge, the other hanging into nothingness.
He’s leaning against the window, chin in his palm, as if he's looking at something interesting.
“I’ll be done in about a year. Then I can start taking care of you. Properly.”
He has self-inserted himself into my life, and for some reason, keeps popping up more than occasionally. Can’t say that I dislike it, dislike him, but I’d rather do this music stuff alone. It's more of a 'relaxing' personal hobby, a lifestyle, that also happens to be making money.
He lies down and knocks my foot off the ledge. His warm neck on my lap, a contrast against the cold building, sends a shiver through me. A reminder that coming out here in nothing but an unbuttoned shirt and wide linen pants that are barely hanging on was not the brightest idea.
“Perhaps you’re here to take over.” I tell him, my tone serious as I hold on, his right shoulder's completely over the edge.
“Take a look at yourself. You're paler and thinner, to put it mildly,” he says. “You’re sick.
At this rate I wouldn’t have to try. So.. what’s bothering you?”
I look down at his brown eyes staring back at me. As I’m about to put my unfinished cigarette on my mouth, he takes it out of my fingers for himself.
“I’ll drop you.”
“I’ll fall for you.”
Posted 5/7/2025, 4:00 AM
All characters in Popmundo are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
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