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Be My Angel
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Barton Town
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Wed Dec 23, 2009 11:00 pm
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Eraxxx[ Nicole Von ]xxxYoshivk
A person is born with feelings of envy and hate.
If he gives way to them
They will lead him to violence and crime
And any sense of loyalty and good faith will be abandoned
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xxxE N V Y
Envy was suprised to see arms wrapped around her. She stuck in mid-attack and was about to retort to the angel's statement. Beutiful? But before she even got the chance, a wab of spit landed on her face. A look of hatred and disgust was evident on her features. "Why you!" she shouted and turned her head a bit to look at the angel. "You both will die for this..." she said, letting another swarm of butterflies out, each one attatching themselves to Stray as they flew around. A little bit of envy in his system won't do him harm, just a little to make him let go.
The woman turned back to the girl as she tried to insult Sloth...was that ugly comment to her? Mizuki should use that statement against pride. It will certainly push his buttons. "Why don't we take you to Gluttony. I'm sure you'll make a tastey treat for him. Even if he may not like me, I certainly would be glad to watch him drain your life!" she hissed out. "Sloth! Beat her around a bit till she falls unconscious."
Envy
Like the worm
Never runs but to the fairest fruit.
Like a cunning bloodhound
It singles out the fattest deer in the flock.
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The Second Coming of Man (NEED PEOPLE)
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Wed Dec 23, 2009 10:35 pm
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Isolfr rolled his eyes. The mutt was crying and for some reason, this caused a pain in his chest. Instead, of just yelling like he would usually do, he walked up t him and wrapped his arms around the poor things neck. It was an usual and foriegn thing to do. Though, he kinda felt insulted bout the flesh eating end life comment they gave. "Mu-...Akira," the boys named rolled off his tongue strangely, "stop...crying...," he made a face of discomfort at the last part he would say, "please?" Isolfr shook violently at that but if it would make the mutt stop, anything. And make the pain go away. What was it? Guilt? Sympathy? What is it?
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The Purple Line ~ A Yaoi RP [{ O/ A}]
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Wed Dec 23, 2009 10:07 pm
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J a n g . L e e . S e u k
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"This is the curse of having too much time to think about it"
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ xx██ ▌He is everywhere I go, everyone I see; winter's gone and I still can't sleep; summer's on the way at least that's what they say, but these clouds won't leave
xxx██ ▌Walk away, barely breathing as I'm lying on the floor take my heart as you're leaving, I don't need it anymore
xxx██ ▌Now spring has brought the rain, but I still see your face and I can not escape the past creeping up inside reminding me that I can never bring you back
xxx██ ▌Someone help me 'cause the memory convinced itself to tear me apart and it's gonna succeed before long; this is endless
xxx██ ▌This is the memory, this is the curse of having too much time to think about it, It's killing me, this is the last time, this is my forgiveness, this is endless
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 Joon was snapped out of his trance when he heard Aleksey's voice. The boy's eyes lit up as he saw the man. "Sure," he cried out happily before running up to him. He made sure to not be more than atleast 2 feet away from him. How old was this guy anyways? He rolled his eyes at his own questions. Those were irrelevent questions at this moment. Besides, he was about to be free. Did it matter? He should probably thank him. But, why the hell will he cost so much! If Joon was to leave him, he'll first have to pay him back all that money, right? "What did you guys talk about?" he asked, a little curious as to why it took a while.
You can hear the sound of thier footsteps as they made their way around the place. 'Wasn't the door back there?' he asked as it seemed they were heading towards the back of the building. As they passed more people, Joon was beginning to feel uneasy, and seeing some boys still in their cells, looking like they are going to die, scared, alone, and freezing to death, he felt guilty. His hand shot out to grab unto the shirt. Aleksey's coat was hanging from Joon's other arm. He would much rather wear the coat than this itchy sweetshirt anyday.
The boy then took the time to look at his savior once again. His hair was a dark as the night and his skin was pale. It was such a contrasting feature. Something that did captivate him from the start. Not to mention those icy blue eyes complimented his looks greaty. 'Aish, get it together Jang,' he mentally berated himself as he pouted. This was no time for admiration.
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♦~Cinderella Boy~♦ [a comedy RP] [OA]
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Wed Dec 23, 2009 9:54 pm
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✖ ☆ ✖N.❤than L.✖llaby - Speak to me...✖ ☆ ✖
k i s s . m e . . .✖☆✖a t . t h e . s t r o k e . o f . m i d n i g h t . e v e r y t h i n g . w i l l . c h a n g e . . .
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To say Nathan was ok with the situation will be a lie but he wasn't totally hating the guy. He had his reasons and...needs to be mooching women out of their house and home. "Dale, come on, just leave it ok," he pleaded for his friend to calm down. Nothing happened to him. Besides, the guy did have a point. He did still live here. But that would explain why he forgot his keys. He ain't used to coming back. The poor boy just smiled. But the look of happiness was completely replaced by suprised when he was picked up bridal style.
It took him about a few seconds to register what happen before Kaleb continued to talk. "W-what? W-wait-" he replied back, his girlish features turning bright red. It wasn't a faint blush, oh no. A faint blush would be if someone gave him a peck on the cheek or hugged him out of the blue but this was something way more...closer. He was being carried for crying out loud! He brought his hands closer to his chest and smiled nervously. What else can he do? Cry rape? But as his face inched closer, the girls face turned even redder and she let out this very weird sound, "Eeep!" Her hands instantly shot up to cover her eyes.
Nathan shook his head vigoursly. This was a very embarrassing and very unfamiliar situation. This man was a tease!! The boy still had his face covered, but decided to peek through his fingers. "Da~le," he moaned out. What he should've done was slap the dude in the face. But that was too late now. The boy had a thing about coming up with perfect solutions for a predicament after time has passed and then feels weird if he acted upon them at that moment.
Hey, this reminded him of a movie he once saw. Two guys and a girl were in a lobby and one was arguing with the other one. The one who stayed calm and collected grabbed the girl away from the guy and punched him before making his gateway with her. The only difference was that was a mafia movie. If life can be like a movie...Nathan would've been raped by now.
≡☆≡☆≡☆ ≡☆≡☆≡☆ ≡☆≡☆≡☆ ≡☆≡☆≡☆ w i l l . y o u . s t i l l . l o v e . m e . f o r . w h o . I . a m . . . ? ✖☆✖k i s s . m e . . .
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The Purple Line ~ A Yaoi RP [{ O/ A}]
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Wed Dec 23, 2009 9:19 pm
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J a n g . L e e . S e u k
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"This is the curse of having too much time to think about it"
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ xxx██ ▌He is everywhere I go, everyone I see; winter's gone and I still can't sleep; summer's on the way at least that's what they say, but these clouds won't leave
xxx██ ▌Walk away, barely breathing as I'm lying on the floor take my heart as you're leaving, I don't need it anymore
xxx██ ▌Now spring has brought the rain, but I still see your face and I can not escape the past creeping up inside reminding me that I can never bring you back
xxx██ ▌Someone help me 'cause the memory convinced itself to tear me apart and it's gonna succeed before long; this is endless
xxx██ ▌This is the memory, this is the curse of having too much time to think about it, It's killing me, this is the last time, this is my forgiveness, this is endless
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Joon was not entirely comfortable with this as he fidgeted outside the bronze doors. He had to wait for Aleksey now. The boy cringed at the thought of the old tart's hand on him again making him shiver in disgust. The way his face was turned from left to right like he was being admired one last time was just...He couldn't even think about it right now. But to be entirely frank, Joon thought he was going to die when the other man dragged him away. Hell, he knows the old fart said he was just going to get clothed an all but seriously, he's seen movies where they do that and the men rape the poor slave before completely giving him away. He just thanked whoever is upstiars that that did not happen today. He can just hear the old man shouting at him, "What kind of business do you think I'm running here!?"
The fart was a dirty old man with no heart but he seemed like the type to keep his word and all. But he didn't say he will not rape the boy...It was then that Joon ignored the rest of his thoughts and waited patiently for his owner. "Ugh...I feel like a dog," he groaned as his hand caressed his neck. The collar was removed but it was clear that it was wrapped around to tight. It definately left an imprint. He ran his hand over the marks and bruises. The bruises will clear but the rest will take time, probably even months. He sighed and shifted his feet as he grew anxious. Dressed in just a sweetshirt and some overalls, they were even nice enough to give him some very cheap footwear that seemed they were about to fall apart, Joon decided to just count the people that lingered about the area. 'One, two, three, four,...' he went out, his head moving along with the count.
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The Purple Line ~ A Yaoi RP [{ O/ A}]
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Wed Dec 23, 2009 9:07 pm
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The old man frowned at the sight of one mesely paper. Checks were acceptable but it was highly recommended they bring money. Maybe he should hold the boy for a few days longer for the man to bring in the big dough. But how will he ever get rid of them if he doesn't accept checks. The new shipment will be coming in tomorrow. He needs to get more cells vacant by that time. Even if the boy was new, his cell was still very much needed. Though, he'll have to get rid of the more older merchandise that have yet to be sold. And then there is that question of that returned one. He will be sold once and for all and no longer be accepted. "Aish, to he quite honest, I'm not very fond of checks. But, I'm a very trusting person." he said, grabbing the check and analyzing it before another smile appeared. "Just be warned, I don't like being swindled. And this will be more dangerous for you as well. Checks leave a trail," he continued but stopped to think. and I don't want clients getting the heat. Though, I'm sure you have done something like this before, so I don't have nothign to worry about. Except for the swindling. If I don't get my money, my men will hunt you down. They'll find you one way or another."
With that, the man insert the piece of paper inside his pocket. He was quite amused when the young boy decided to assure him that the slave will be treated better. What did he care? He already got the money. "Yes, I'm sure he will..." he muttered before quirking an eyebrow at the question that exited his mouth. Why? Why? A mischievious grin plastered on the old man's wrinkled features, "Isn't it obvious?" He answered a question with a question. Wasn't that a bit cliche? He admired this kid. He showed no sign of fear, no sign of anxiety or disgust just plain out straight to the point. Did he have business in the black market before? Anyways, he always does research on those who were invited by invitation. He might do a background check later.
He repositioned his glasses and scratched the back of his head before letting out a small and tired yawn. "Well, it was nice doing business with you. Your prize will be waiting for you outside my office," he said, motioning him to leave now, "Oh, and be sure to exit through the back. It'll take you through a few twist and turns before you managed to get back to the street but it's safer. The front is for customers enjoying the club upstairs." Yes, there is a club. It's not only a slave shop. They were guided through here. Without the invite, they would've just been lead upstairs to the party.
The old man just sat down in his comfy chair and lit up his cuban cigar who patiently waited for him on the arm rest.
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A man once said,x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
"The devil's trumpet bloomed violently" x x x x x x
"As if it were enraged"x x x x x x x x x x x x xx x x x x x x x x
How is this relevant? It's not. x x x x x x
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The Purple Line ~ A Yaoi RP [{ O/ A}]
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Wed Dec 23, 2009 11:44 am
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The old man smirked. Seated comfortably as his over expensive chair, he merely took out a cuban cigar and examined it. It was after all his place so he can do pretty much all he damn well pleases to do. Even keep the client waiting for his answer. "Do you know how hard it is to keep this place in a hush hush," the man asked in his raspy voice before chuckling. Shifting himself within his seat so that he can take a better look at the client, he grinned happily at the sight. A few teeth were obviously missing. "A young one!" he stated the obvious and clapped his hands once before leaving the cigar on the arm rest of the chair as he stood up.
For an 81 year old man, he had a good posture. He turned to two, obviously admiring how nicely the underwear fitted the slave boy but turned to the client soon after. "Luckily for you, these young men are sale for a low, low price," he paused for a moment to circle around his large desk. Why the bloody hell would he have such a thing?! It was just a nuisance. "Let's take a look here," he said, walking over to Joon and grabbing his chin, turning his face left from right. It seemed as if the mine was just coming up with the price on the spot. After examining his face, he opened the coat and let his eyes skim over the boys chest before letting go. "Hm." His wrinkled hands grabbed the tag and read the name before going towards his desk.
A wrinkled smile glued itself in the old man's features as he spoke, "380 thousand." It was a simple number. There was no hidden meanings or no room for deals. Besides, merchandise like him were not hard to come by. "Might I ask where you are from young man," he asked. While observing the boy, he also took a glance at the client. Good features, excellent toned skin, and finely thin hair. He must remember to send some of his men to that area. "Forget it. Caspian...Caspian, you bloody idiot come here!" he shouted.
A few seconds later, a man clad in a dark suit like the rest entered. The only difference was that he had a red tie and shades to make him stand out from the rest. "Take the boy and get rid of the collar around his neck and hand him some clothes," he ordered the man. "Ah, and here," he tossed the file at Caspian, who caught it gracefully, "Get rid of it." Caspian nodded and grabbed the boy, pulling him away from the client, dragging him to another room. "Now," he began, "shall we end this purchase?"
In other words...Pay up.
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A man once said,x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
"The devil's trumpet bloomed violently" x x x x x x
"As if it were enraged"x x x x x x x x x x x x xx x x x x x x x x
How is this relevant? It's not. x x x x x x
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♦~Cinderella Boy~♦ [a comedy RP] [OA]
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Wed Dec 23, 2009 10:42 am
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✖ ☆ ✖N.❤than L.✖llaby - Speak to me...✖ ☆ ✖
k i s s . m e . . .✖☆✖a t . t h e . s t r o k e . o f . m i d n i g h t . e v e r y t h i n g . w i l l . c h a n g e . . .
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Nathan panicked at the sound of his friend. He thought someone threw a grenade or something by how Dale was shouting. "What? Wha-Hey! Whoa," he said as his friend pulled him away from the older blonde. What was that about? First, he made the boy panic and now he was pulling him around the place?! Dale had issues.
"You were with an older woman!?" The boy asked, shocked out of his mind. Well, the guy was attractive but he had no idea he was a player. He was still trying to register all the details when his friend asked him a quesiton. Of course, he answered without really paying attention. "No, he didn't molest m-MOLEST! What! NO!" Nathan shouted. What on earth gave him that idea? Hell, it scared the boy just thinking about that. Damn. He hated shouting when he was in this form. Girls screaming wasn't a pleasant thing and that didn't change when it was him screaming. It was too high pitched and yet...soft.
"Dale, we were just talking. He locked himself outside his apartment and we just began to chat." he said, trying to defend Kaleb. Though, Dale knew him more than he did and the fact he immediatly accused him of molesting him, maybe he shouldn't. Aish, this is confusing, he thought to himself. It was then that Nathan yawned again. It was a big, long, and tiredsome yawn that caused his eyes to tear up. Nathan brought his soft and small pale hand to rub his eye. Today was a failed attempt to change back to a boy.
≡☆≡☆≡☆ ≡☆≡☆≡☆ ≡☆≡☆≡☆ ≡☆≡☆≡☆ w i l l . y o u . s t i l l . l o v e . m e . f o r . w h o . I . a m . . . ? ✖☆✖k i s s . m e . . .
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The Purple Line ~ Yaoi RP [OOC/Profiles/Bump]
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Wed Dec 23, 2009 9:08 am
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The Purple Line ~ A Yaoi RP [{ O/ A}]
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Wed Dec 23, 2009 8:55 am
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J a n g . L e e . S e u k
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"This is the curse of having too much time to think about it"
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀xxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ xx██ ▌He is everywhere I go, everyone I see; winter's gone and I still can't sleep; summer's on the way at least that's what they say, but these clouds won't leave
xxx██ ▌Walk away, barely breathing as I'm lying on the floor take my heart as you're leaving, I don't need it anymore
xxx██ ▌Now spring has brought the rain, but I still see your face and I can not escape the past creeping up inside reminding me that I can never bring you back
xxx██ ▌Someone help me 'cause the memory convinced itself to tear me apart and it's gonna succeed before long; this is endless
xxx██ ▌This is the memory, this is the curse of having too much time to think about it, It's killing me, this is the last time, this is my forgiveness, this is endless
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Joon had no intention of ever meeting the owner. But then again, he was to wait here while they made the transaction, right? What kind of person in their right mind own a business like this? And why didn't people see what was happening in here? Was this place underground or something? It wouldn't be hard to just runaway from the man after he was out but then, where would Joon go? He neither knew who he was besides his name or where he was from. Not to mention, he was only wearing the attire he was forced to wear and the man's coat. "Fine," Joon pouted, defeated.
Did it even matter if he saw the owner or not? He would be out of there in just a short while. Free from this disgusting place once and for all. Just the mere thought of it sent tingles of excitement and relief through his body. Though, he might be confusing that for quivering from the cold temperature. But it didn't matter now. The eyes and faces he saw now meant nothing after he stepped out of this cell, out of this place and into the light. Though, the only thing that worried him was what kind of work he will be doing. The thoughts flew right out of his mind the moment he felt fingers intertwine with his. "Safe?" The word flowed out of his mouth like it was something unusual, as if it was something he didn't know.
Joon didn't even get a chance to say anything more as he was dragged alonged. Apparently, he wasn't going to wait in the cell like he thought. However, as his bare feet made contact with the cold hard floor, he would have rather waited inside. He made a face of discomfort as tightened his hand around the other's. The boy couldn't help but drop his face and stare at the moving ground as they passed other buyers along the trip to the owner. This place, it made him someone else. The boy knew he wasn't this quite at all.
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