Shackled and Chained (A slave/master RP) {Accepting}

[MangeoSmoothie]

Jackson

Jackson couldn’t believe this was happening to him again. He didn’t even know what he’d done to piss this last master off, but judging by the armed guards dragging him into this slave shop, he assumed it must have been big. He considered anything that he could have done wrong in the past forty-eight hours. He’d forgotten to clean underneath the stove, but he didn’t think anyone had noticed that. Besides, that barely merited a beating. He’d pulled his punches against the fourteen year old vampire he’d been told to fight, but again, that wasn’t truly a heinous crime. He’d still won the fight and brought his master a hefty sum of money because of it.

That meant there could only be one reason that he was being sent back to a shop: he’d slept with his master’s son the night after his fight. Jackson struggled to face one of the men pulling him into the store, which was surprisingly luxurious-looking. ”Listen, if this is about Calvin, I can explain. You see, I’m what you bastards call a slave. That means I’m supposed to do as I’m told. And I thought, hell, let’s try to do that for a change. So when your boss’s son came out and told me that he wanted to take full advantage of my rainbow charm, what choice did I have?” He received no response. ”I mean, the fact that I was on top was a bit of a shock, but you know, I was just doing as I was told.”

The armed guards apparently lacked a sense of humor, as they opened the door to a room that had his name on it and tossed him in. He hit the ground, hard. ”That was rude!” he shouted at them, pulling himself to his feet. He surveyed the room. It was actually rather nice. Unlike most stores, this one had at least furnished him with a proper bed. That was something. Upon further inspection, he noticed that the door was completely see-through. Well, that would discourage any sort of messing around.

Behind him, there was another door. This one was solid and apparently made of wood. Jackson pulled it open. There were other slaves in a larger room. It seemed that this is where they were expected to socialize. And, judging by the classily-dressed people in the room who were notably not wearing collars, this was also where they were meant to be examined by potential masters.

Jackson, who was neither in the mood to socialize nor particularly fond of the idea of being fondled by masters within his first five minutes here, sat down on a hardwood chair and waited. He knew these types of places. If he was needed, he was sure that whoever needed him could find him.

{O}ut {o}f {C}ucumbers: The shop is now open for business. Feel free to do all of your posting and other such role-playing related activities.

[SayuriAkage]

Mangekyo-User85

~ Miramoto Manor ~

"We're here, mistress."

"Lovely, Deceit. Wait by the carriage until I come out."

"Pick a nice one, yeah?"

The blond that stepped out of the carriage gave her footman a smile, then retrieved her umbrella from within. Though it was day, she quickly opened her umbrella to shield herself from the sun; she was never fond of being out in the day, but alas, duty calls for it. As she walked, her partially translucent cowl and dress flowed behind her, giving her a mystifying aura. The fact that she seemed to glide over the ground didn't help either. Those who passed by on the street immediately knew that she wasn't human, and her dress was fancy enough for the upper class, if not nobility. Her direction towards the slave shop further supported that. The familiar tinkle of a bell sounded as she passed through the doors of the slave shop.

"Madam Arda?"

Today, she was looking to add a slave to the manor; preferably a flexible one who could help out those already there. Someone strong to help Deceit, someone gentle to help Jasmine, someone impeccably clean to help D'metri, and someone who can cook to help Puck. She knew she was asking for a bit much, so she didn't let her hopes get up too high.

"Madam?"

When she did not hear a response, she stepped into the hallway that led to the rooms of the slaves. She knew that the madam allowed her guests to come and go as they please, save for the exotics section. She knew she'd have to pay that section a visit today, but it wouldn't hurt to browse...

With that, she knocked gently on one of the doors, then pushed it open slowly, as to not startle its inhabitant.

[Moon Soulhart]

My room || no one || lonely, scared, exhausted || Outfit

tab How humiliating. She would be fine just following, mostly without a thought of running off, knowing that this whole area was bugging with these hunters for slaves. Yet, she still was on an animal snatcher, a long, strong pole with a tight, thick wire around her neck. The red wolf was escorted in as such, the men keeping their distance but able to strongly guide the large creature, right into a room.

tab By the time she was released and on her feet, she already seemed exhausted. Moons ears twitched as her crimson eyes trailed around. It looked like a room, an indoor room, in a house. She backed into a wall, noting that there were no windows, no way of escape. She knew she was here to be a slave, but the feeling of being indoors made her think she was going to be killed, skinned, what have you. There were voices too, but she paid them no mind, simply curling up in a corner with a sigh.
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tab In another room made of concrete, mostly closed up and with no furniture, sat a somewhat young looking girl. Her long red hair - about knee length - was a mess, hands and ankles in light concrete shackles, all which to prevent her from burning anything. But that didnt mean she never tried. For the last two weeks she had been trying daily, save for the last day or two, saving her energy for when, and if, she was ever released from the room. Some said she was insane, just a pyromaniac, but Kyouko was a fierce, wild animal, a special animal.

tab Letting out a sigh, golden eyes, usually so bright and full of life, now dull. She tried standing on her own, but failed, so used the wall for aid. This plain old room was driving her crazing, being locked up, watching people look at her with disgust and ignore her, or interest only to buy another, better slave. Being concrete, any bare skin was scraped as Kyo slid up the wall to get to her feet. Yes, there were few chain links on her cuffs, but it still seemed difficult for the small girl to walk to the door. When she did, she peeked out the very small window, unable to see very far. So she leaned forward against it, hands keeping her body from touching it, head gently resting against the door. She looked as if so beaten, mentally, that she was now weak and obedient, but that would never happen.
[ooc || HaiHai everyone~! ]

My concrete hell-hole || no one || pissed, bored, hungry || Outfit

[MangeoSmoothie]

SayuriAkage

Jackson

Jackson groaned at the soft knock that sounded on his door. He'd just been about to fall asleep. Why did he need to have a visitor now? The human/fae hybrid pulled himself out of his chair. He hadn't realized he'd been exhausted until sitting down and nearly nodding off.

"Come in," Jackson invited groggily, not surprised that the door was already opening. He checked himself in the mirror and almost gasped at what he saw. He'd forgotten that his clothes were covered in blood. Even worse, he had no idea how much was his own and how much was the result of his last fight.

The slave searched for a change of clothes as the knocker stepped into his room. He hoped that they'd given him one. "Just a second," he told the one standing behind him. He leaned over his bed and located a white tee-shirt and a pair of black slacks. Not really caring if whomever was behind him saw his scars, the hybrid peeled off his shirt, which was really just a bloody rag.

Jackson turned as he put the white shirt on, gingerly avoiding his freshest wounds. What he saw made him gasp, and he instantly regretted taking off his shirt in front of such a beautiful creature. A gorgeous night elf stood in his room, watching intently. "I'll have you know," Jackson said, reaching for humor to ease the tension, "that I don't even like women and I think you're gorgeous."

[SayuriAkage]

~ Sayuri ~

She could hear the shuffling of the shop opening up outside of her room; it begins again. The countless people going in and out, males and females alike, here to see the exotic daughter of Eris. Some weren't even interested in buying; they just wanted to see the thing. Those were easily disappointed, though; the manager has her collar set on "Medium", which sends a consistent current flowing through her, disallowing her from shifting. If only the collar was off for a second; she'd be able to break out of this hell that she had been in for so long.

She remember when she arrived here a week ago; she was being transported by a heavily armored carriage, and thus didn't know where they were going. She had spent most of her life in the forest, spending time playing pranks on the local villagers and visitors. Then the hunters started showing up. They started hunting her kind one by one, and though shapeshifters were usually solitary creatures, it's hard not to notice her peers disappearing from the forest. After she was caught, she had only known the inside of the lab, and the countless torture devices used to probe her being while she was locked in one particular form or another. How terrible those memories are, and how recent. When they had arrived at the doors of the carriage opened, she had to squint; it had been years since she had seen natural sunlight. For a moment, the fresh air rushed in, and she could breathe. The thoughts of the forest from so long ago came rushing back into her, and she lunged to get out of the carriage. Too bad her collar were attached by chains to the interior of the carriage, nearly choking her to death when she was yanked back. Reality hit her, and she realized as her handlers exchanged money with the shop manager that she was only being moved from one hell to the next. Crushed, she followed the woman silently to her new prison.

As she sat there on the floor, she let herself fall into despair again. She should have hoped in the first place. Once snatched from the forest, once fixed with a collar, her freedom would forever be beyond her reach. She curled up into a ball on the floor of her barren room; no objects of any sort were allowed in, for fear that she would consume them. Even guests were asked to stay at least five feet from her.

She wasn't even sure if she wanted to be taken away; perhaps, that would just lead to her next hell. If she had her way, she would have changed her appearance to something more grotesque, something less attractive to potential customers. At least here, she was somewhat left alone; nothing to hurt her, as long as she didn't act out. Her collar, however, prevented her from changing at all, and she was left with the image of a girl that the scientists had shown her. "You know what to do," they said. Without a word, she obediently shifted, and has been in that form since that day.

[Haven-Sanctuary-16]

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Silence echoed through the boys room. His world forever plunged into darkness only a few months ago. He didn't care, wouldn't have cared if he'd been killed that night. Now he just sat in his room, knees to his chest as he sat in a corner with his arms wrapped around his knees. It wasn't that he was scared or feeling insecure, he just never felt right in sitting on the bed unless he was being used. That was all the bed had ever been to him. A place to be used by his masters. He'd never slept in one since before he became a slave. Even now, months after being brought here, he could not bring himself to sleep in the bed. The corner on the floor felt right, it was where he had spent the last four years and quite a few times even before that. His head down to show his submission to any who saw him.

He didn't speak much, didn't try and make friends with other slaves when he was given the chance. He never even left his room unless instructed otherwise by the owner. Some slave had tried to draw him out before but they gave up when he didn't even budge. Being an exotic slave had one advantage, he wasn't put in with all the other slaves and was bothered less often. He was currently humming a soft tune, maybe slightly off key, but obvious it was a lullaby. He had no idea where he knew it from, many of his memories just blurred together and his memories of childhood with his mother were too far back, he was too young to remember anything distinctly. The lullaby was something that kept away the silence. It bothered him because he could no longer see. Silence had meant anger and punishment, pain that he'd take without uttering a single sound just as he was instructed to. He didn't care about it, he just hated the silence.

He let himself fall sideways, laying on his side, still curled up with his back to the wall. He figured that maybe taking a short nap wouldn't hurt anything. If someone wanted to see him, they'd wake him and he'd stand for them to poke and prod at, examine in close detail and then make their decision. The incubus was used to it, the inspection as if he was cattle. To the rich, he was and he never once complained or cried. Not after the first time when he first became a slave and his master had threatened to have his vocal cords removed. His first year had been the cause for his current personality, his current disposition.




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♪♫Company: No one ♫♪

[SayuriAkage]

Mangekyo-User85

~ Miramoto Manor ~

Upon entering the room, she raised her brows at the sight before her; a fairly human figure, clad in tattered and bloody clothing. Madam Arda isn't know for mistreating her wares, so she was curious as to why one would arrive in such a state. At least he has the decency to realize the state that he's in and change...

As the shirt came off, her eyes traced the scars on his back. Oh, dear. Either his previous master was cruel or he likes to act out quite a bit. She did not rule out that it could also have been from several masters ago.

Once he turned back around to compliment her, she chuckled quietly to herself. Leaning lightly on her umbrella, she gave him a smile.

"Well, aren't you quite the charmer."

She raised her head slightly and tapped her chin with two fingers, signalling for him to lift his head and show her his collar. Usually, she judged a slave by talking to them for a length, for she often didn't trust the labeling that others give them. However, it never hurts to take a glance.

[MangeoSmoothie]

SayuriAkage

Jackson

Jackson frowned as the woman gestured for him to lift his chin, but he was not surprised. While it had been a while since he'd been on the market, it hadn't been long enough for him to forget the importance of the collar. It made sense, from a business standpoint. Most owners weren't going to waste their time talking to an already broken slave if they were cruel bastards who got off on the pain of others. Labeling slaves expedited the process. Still, Jackson wasn't particularly fond of his collar, even if it was accurate.

"Now, before I do this," Jackson started, lifting his chin slowly, "I must ask that you keep this in mind: labels are such silly things. You won't know me just by a few bands of color or a charm that lets you know I can cook, fight, or love." Before he even spoke, however, the boy knew his fate was all but sealed. He was violent. He was disobedient. He was a repeat on the market. Sure, there was much more to him than that, but those were the important things. Prospective owners weren't really going to care that he was intelligent and good with children.

"Surprise," Jackson said with a fake grin, showing off his collar. He was, without a doubt, far from a model citizen. In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised if the woman turned and walked out right now.

[SayuriAkage]

SayuriAkage

Mangekyo-User85

~ Miramoto Manor ~

Interesting...

He had given her a little disclaimer. There's something to be said about that; he was charismatic. He could help D'metri greet the guests; the vampire always seemed to cold, and his blood red eyes didn't help either. Still, the fact that he gave the disclaimer meant that he had something he wasn't proud of. What was it? Disobedience? Violence? He seemed prone to neither. Whatever it was, she gave him a soft but teasing smile.

"My dear, you've just told me that you don't like women, so you're really telling me that you can only cook and fight, no?"

The moment he lifted his chin, she was caught off guard. Really? Both the black and the red glared out from underneath his neck, along with a tint of purple. That would explain his wretched state before he changed his clothing. What he said was true; it seemed that he was able to cook, fight, and love, though not necessarily women. However, if he was forced to, she was sure he would.

Recovering from her surprise, she stepped further into the room and let the door close behind her. As he said, labels could be silly things. She couldn't really see this boy acting disobediently or violently, unless his master didn't have a sense of humor. At least, she could talk to him; she always gave people the benefit of the doubt. Also, his cooking and fighting skills could help Puck in the kitchen and Deceit in the stables.

"A surprise indeed. Now, tell me a bit about yourself. Where did you learn to cook? Where did you train to fight?"

[MangeoSmoothie]

Adam

The angel took a deep breath. There were few things he liked fewer than slave stores. There was no such thing as a "good shop." Sure, there were shops that treated their slaves well enough or made sure that they didn't starve, but there truly was no "good shop." Adam had spent enough time in them, both as a ware and as a customer, to know that there were only "better shops."

Adam stalked into the one in front of him, wingtips brushing the tiled floor. The tiles were cold to his feathered appendages, but he did not bother to pull his wings closer to him. The store was immaculate. This, it seemed, was one of the better stores. Luckily, it was clean enough and pleasant enough that it did nothing to trigger the unpleasant memories of his time in slavers' hovels.

A vampire woman greeted him at the door. "You must be Mr. Ciardha, yes? We've been waiting for you. You have an appointment in the exotics section, don't you?" Practically dragging the angel, Madam Arda led him to a locked door at the back of the shop. Talking to herself, she pulled out a keyring and slipped the first key into the lock. The door clicked open as she turned it. "Now, I know you're looking for an unbroken boy, correct? Unfortunately, we only have one exotic boy ready for sale. Of course, you're welcome to look at him, but I doubt he's what you're looking for. He came to us broken as the Peace Accords of '94." She opened the door to a room with an unused bed and a boy huddled in the corner.

This was certainly not the type of boy Adam was looking for. Still, he was intrigued by the fact that the slave was sleeping not on his bed, but on the cold floor. He nodded to Madam Arda, who scurried out and shut the door behind her. "Excuse me," Adam started, "if you're awake, I'm Adam. Pleasure to meet you."

Haven-Sanctuary-16

[Chidorigan]

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As he stepped onto the curb in front of the shop, Lucien pulled on a pair of thin, white gloves. This area was so dirty and disgusting. He didn't want to have to touch any of it. Even the air seemed substandard. With a brisk yet haughty walk, the man entered the establishment. It was a relief to see that the inside at least appeared better than the area outside. This would do, at least for the short time that he needed to be there.

His shoes clicked across the floor as he walked, taking in the area carefully. It had been a while since he'd last been in a slave shop. His previous slave had managed to amuse him for years but had been sold for growing impertinent. Time for a new one. He needed a cute pet occupy his time, something to distract him.

His eyes glanced into one room only for his nose to scrunch up. Such a filthy creature in there. It would not do. Perhaps he'd go into the room that had several slaves on display, ones that seemed to be socializing. If only there were something there to keep them from climbing all over. They seemed rather anxious to move around. Instead of entering he decided to watch from outside for a time, observing calmly the slaves inside.

●Location Hallway of the slave shop
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[Haven-Sanctuary-16]

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Not even five minutes and he heard the door open. He was a bit surprised but not entirely. Many liked exotic slaves and being one of the few here, it wasn't all that surprising that someone had been shown to his room. He kept his eyes shut a few minutes later until he heard the door shut and the potential master speak. He seemed polite, strange to him, saying excuse me and introducing himself in a polite manner. Even said if you're awake as if he'd leave Arun alone if he was asleep. He slowly sat up before standing taking a few steps away from the wall but keeping his head down until he was told otherwise. He wasn't sure if he should speak or not, deciding to at least say his name and hope the master didn't just lash out at him. He wasn't given any instructions and just had to go off of his own instincts.

"Arun, sir. The pleasure is mine." He didn't even tense his muscles in anticipation of being punished for speaking without permission. If he got hit, he got hit. There wasn't anything this master could do that he hadn't already been exposed to. He just figured that if he was being shown, then this master wanted someone like Arun, either that or he just wanted an exotic boy and Arun was all available. He wasn't sure what other exotic slaves there currently was and how many of them there were.




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♪♫Company: Adam ♫♪

Mangekyo-User85

[SayuriAkage]

~ Sayuri ~

One... Two... Three...

Three people had passed by her door. She was somewhat surprised; she hadn't gotten past one in her count of how many guests would pass by until someone came in. It seemed like none of the three guests that passed had any interest in a daughter of Eris, and for that, she was thankful. She couldn't stand the jeering and inspection that she had to go through to fit someone else's standards.

Picking herself up off the floor, she put herself in a kneeling position on the ground, preparing to close her eyes and meditate. As curious as she is to the appearance of the three guests that passed her door without a second thought, she could not move more than two feet from the place where she was secured to the wall. Besides, what did their appearance matter anyways? She was going to stay here forever, right? She hoped so.

Maybe today is just an off-day; like one of those "weekends" that the scientists talked about and came every seven days.

[Shadow_Romeo]

xx⊱⊱┇ Shinji Kageyama
xxxxxxxxxxxThe legend× The Corsic ×The Slave×
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. . .A life filled, with horror A past filled with blood...

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Shinj sits in the back on his cage his back against he bars and his eyes on the door, watching as people pass through the halls. Barely anyone came into the exotic room, mostly because they could get the same quality slave for half the price just outside the door. The only people who did come here were generally the ones who wanted to impress others or who already have what they wanted in mind and were just scanning to see if the shop had one in stock.

'How many days have I been here' he asked himself as his gaze moves to one of the few small windows in the room, noting that it was now filled with light unlike the last time that his gaze had met it. '547 days' he thought to himself, he had been keeping track in his head since day one. He knew it would be awhile, even if he was considered exotic he was still a use product, and in all respects damaged goods. People generally like to train their slaves personally so they knew how to do everything right without any old habits getting the way, much like his former master was when he bought Shinji all those years ago.