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[aubrace]

Her eyes followed the customers. She shifted in her seat to look more presentable -- she leaned on one hand to form a deep s-curve with her hips and shoulders, folded her red-violet wings nicely behind her, flicked her hair over her shoulder. She didn't want to be a slave, a pet, a servant, anything. But being bought meant that she had a better chance of getting away from all of it. Thomas would never let her out of the box she was in and he would never let her fly. But these people may just give her some freedom.

She didn't smile, just watched the pair with curiosity, like an animal watching potential owners pass by. She was a pet right now. She was a doll behind a glass pane, untouchable unless she was paid for. She wanted them to pay for her.

[Sahlaris]

Sar peered curiously around the room, truly surprised to find the woman and men who were apparently the captive slaves to be in such clean conditions. When he thought of slave houses, he mind was plagued with moaning, starving animals of creatures chained to damp corners of basements. But this - this was almost nice. The 'merchandise' as his father kept referring to them as, were good in health and dress nicely - a healthy flushness to their cheek and a spark of curiosity to all their eyes, all except one.
That particular one drew Sar's eye subconsciously; the woman - no, the slave was scanning a book. Slaves knew how to read? All his father's slaves had been illiterate beings, maybe now that Sar thought about it, his father had done that purposely, little chance of challenging him that way. The woman had long, glossy raven black hair with matched her enormous ebony wings. She had her back facing him and was resting on one foot, not at all interested in us.
Sar looked towards his father and the sales man, who were conversing lightly about particular slaves and Sar coughed softly.
"Father, may we meet with them - outside their... containers?" He didn't know what else to call the little clear boxes they were confined in.
He let his fiery eyes flicker over to the sales man, knowing fully well that he was the one he should be asking.
"Well, could we see that one." He pointed to the girl, purposely not giving an explanation to why he was interested in that particular slave, that wasn't their business. His money, well his father's money, was all they needed to worry about.

[Maruhi]

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Maruhi stopped her glaring long enough to listen to the voices talking. There was Rebecca, then Thomas. Listen closely now, how many were there? Two, by the sound of the footsteps. At least one was a male. The other one she couldn't be a hundred percent sure of.

Maruhi could not see them. Her cage was situated in a corner, and could not be seen until walked down the right aisle. Only Thomas with his near-psychic ability seemed to be able to see her sooner. Or maybe he is psychic...damn elf boy. So unlike most slaves, that sat up and began to try to make themselves notice, Maruhi didn't bother. She would if they came close enough to see her, but otherwise it wasn't worth the bother.

Like a caged tiger, she began pacing in her cage. Are they the ones I've been waiting for? She hoped fervently, though she fought to keep her face neutral. It wouldn't do if she took on a pleading face- she was not a stray cat to be picked up. "Though I am showcased like a doll to play with." She mumbled, not without disgust. Everyone wanted out of here, for one reason or the next. But as far as Maruhi knew, she was the only one that kept getting brought back.

[Rock Blackspire]

Rock sat in his clear cell calmly and stable on the outside, but on the inside he was a whirlwind of thoughts and ideas about how to get free. He stood up and took off the shirt that was given to him, his back covered in scars and his chest has a brand thats almost unnoticable anymore, it felt like days since he had eaten, but some how his body still maintained the perfectly sculpted muscular form....... He stood at the entrance to his..Cage and watched......

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

Thomas allowed his pale eyes to sweep over the younger male customer. “I’m sorry sir, but we do not allow them from their boxes until they are bought, for protection purposes.’’ He owed slightly. “I can however, offer you this.” with a fluid, graceful movement, Thomas offered the men the book in his arms; it contained snapshots and information on each individual slave, updated on a regular basis.

“Yo!” Sphynx stood in her case and slapped a palm against the glass; the sharp smacking head brought around Thomas’s gaze. “You mind getting me out of his piece of cow?” she indicated the black leather mini skirt, thigh high black boots and matching leather corset. In all honesty, she didn’t mind the MATERIAL, so much as the way it was cut. Sphynx had never been a fan of exposing her flesh to the world, choosing rather to keep her body hidden in lab coats and military uniforms.

[Maruhi]

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Rebecca waited long enough to make sure that Thomas had everything under control. Okay, that was a lie. She knew that he'd have everything under control- he was beyond an expert at this. The fact of the matter is that sometimes, she just liked to look at him. Besides, it was only fair. She was beautiful- her mate should be too.

With a final glance at the customers, Rebecca daintly picked up her skirt and made her way downstairs, glancing in at the second floor to make sure that everything was in order. As she entered the ground floor, she dismissed the slave without a glance. He immediately disappeared silently behind the door.

Rebecca's attention was drawn to the tall pale man looking over some of the costumes. Tailored clothing, obviously custom-made. Haughty expression. Stiff posture. New guy who would rather be anywhere but here but can't resist what he must have. Rebecca smiled at her little game of guess the customer.

"Good morning sir. I pray I didn't keep you too long? May I help you?" Again, the broad smile was in place, her mind calculating just how much they could charge this guy. Perhaps he'd buy two?

[Sahlaris]

[[ ooc: I apologize, but I have to get off for the night. I have early morning classes tomorrow. I'll be on tomorrow though! ]]

[Rock Blackspire]

Rock began to pace back and forth slowly, He was hungry, he wanted food, he wanted his clothing back, he knew it wouldn't happen but he wanted it. He came back to the door and knocked hard, but slowly, about every minute. He began to get angry that he hadn't eaten in a few days. "when do we get fed in this place!?" He had only been there for a day.

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

It was with averted eyes that Hawx Mennanon entered the Nightsong Slave Shop. Everything from his head to his toes screamed strict; his military uniform with it’s highly shinned brigadier general rank was crisp, his shoes highly shined, posture ramrod straight. It was the smile that blasted all assumptions of him being an uptight a** hole to pieces. It was warm, enchanting to see. “Well hell Ma’am” he said, eyeing Rabecca warily; he couldn’t quite make out if she was a slave or an owner, but by the look in her eyes…the demanding fierceness in her posture…she had to be an owner.

[Obsidian_Light213]

Alaya let out another scoff as she heard them talk, becoming interested in her. How she knew that they were interested in her when they had yet to speak a name and with her back to the men was by the fact that she could feel the eyes of one of them upon her back. The spoke so openly, it was like they thought they could hear a thing that they said. The glass was unbreakable not soundproof.

Alaya could barely contain herself, letting her eyes roll to the ceiling before going back to her book. She spread her wings out further around her, hiding her body from the men. She was interested in being judged like and animal in a contest, but soon she would have no choice but to behave, for she was on the last page of her book. Tragic thing that truly was. With a short sigh, Alaya folded her wings closer to her back and turned swiftly, yet eloquently on her heel to face the men. The sudden motion caused her hair to fan out about her body before it settled perfectly around her face and on her body.

Bright amber eyes that could easily pass for the gemstone themselves were revealed along with a heart shaped face with pale pink lips. Her eyes immediately went to Thomas as she snapped the book closed with the same hand that she had held it with. Her eyes didn’t wander to the men in the company of a Thomas, but simply remained, emotionless upon him, as if the other two weren’t even there. “Master Thomas, may I have another book? I seemed to have finished this one already.” She said, seemingly sincere, then a small sneer settled of her lips. “Of course you are so busy kissing the a** of every person that walks in here; you haven’t the time in world, now don’t you?” She said rather acidly, pushing her hip out to the side once more. Her amber eyes flicked over to the two other men for a moment, hoping to see that they had been deterred by her words, before they returned to Thomas.

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

Thomas turned an impatient glare on Rock. “You’ll get fed when we wish to feed you. Now HUSH that loud mouth of your’s before I hush it for you.” The cruel look in his eyes said it all; this was not a man to be crossed. He conveyed that to the slaves, and rarely in front of customers. Only when a slave was crossing lines did he dare show how forcefully he maintained his control over the merchandise. "You get fed three times a day, now DONT open your mouth again, unless spoken to."

[Phantom Thief 42211]

Saito was walking around town things had really been looking up for him, his parents were gone he had a mansion. but the one thing he was missing was, somthing sexy to stare at. Saito pulled up his pants making sure no oone could see that he was wearing hot-pink panties under his regular cloths. he walked into the slave store he had a full wallet and he was ready to buy. he walked up to the lady who seemed to be an owner and asked rather exictedly "excuse me miss where is the um merchandise?" Saito stood and awaited her answer.

[Rock Blackspire]

Rock was no stranger to the way he was being spoken to, yet he got angered by it. He was curious though to see what exactly would be his punishment. He turned his body more and leaned against the glass with his arms above his head. Then give me something to do! He said with a demanding tone, and at the same time he Slammed his fist against the wall, every muscle flexed almost to try to intimidate the man.

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

“Alaya…speak to me like that again…” Thomas crossed the room, a thin silver chain unfurling from around his wrist and dangling to the ground, “and I will not hesitate to lash you. You’ve got it good here. If you’d rather I treat you how MOST men treat their slaves for sale…I will. Tempt me again, I dare you.” His eyes darkened as he glared into the woman’s cage. When Rock thudded his fist on the cage, Thomas's shoulders tensed. "I am warning you all NOW. This insanity and rebellion WILL stop.

[aubrace]

Cypress watched with a sinking heart as the other winged girl drew the customer's attention. She sighed, her eyes dropping. Perhaps she would never leave this place. Her wings ached for the air, even her legs begged for more walking space that she couldn't have. She drew her legs up a bit closer, loosing the alluring posture and reaching a more frightened, innocent position. She wanted out, and it was obvious. For the first time in a long time, she had to hold back tears in front of the customers.

And the others -- did they really want to stay here forever? Or perhaps they were smart, acting out. Many people bought slaves for the enjoyment of breaking them. Cypress didn't think she could act that, though. And Thomas was clearly angry -- a rare sight in front of buyers. She didn't dare try his patience.