|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 6:54 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 7:04 pm
Always be smarter... "Not especially," Ran replied, remaining a few paces behind Troy but holding hish head high now, enjoying hish new freedom while he had it. It had been so long since s/he'd been able to actually cover some ground, tread a little dirt... so long since s/he'd actually been able to move. The house looked very pleasant from the outside. Ran looked over toward hish new master with a curious grin and asked, "Is there anything I should know about my master?" S/he grinned a lot. A lot a lot. Even when s/he got in trouble for it s/he grinned. It was just a reflex. Grinning, in hish opinion, was far different from smiling. Smiling was something that reached out to people like open arms. A grin was something independent and competitive, like a crocodile's broad, inviting expression toward its prey. Ran's prey didn't exist in reality. Ran's prey was hish own mind, something that still was a mystery, even to herm, and was likely to always remain so. Such was the way with minds. ...than those who own you.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 10:59 am
Troy looked at Ran gently "well what would you like to know about me Ran"he spoke. He opened the front door and walked in as he headed to the stairs. "you can come in now, i'm not going to hurt you at all" he said. He then took a few deep breaths fisting his hands while he did this. He waited patiently for Ran to answer the question.
He sat down on the steps looking at Ran tilting his head a bit wondering what to say next. he never had been in this kind of postion and it was really different to him. He bite his lip again pushing the pierceing up a bit as he pulled his ear phone's over his neck a bit. .
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 11:36 am
Always be smarter...Ran thought for a moment before voicing a thought that had been on hish mind ever since s/he had been purchased. "If I asked you a question about the basic modus opporandi of the government of any given state, or if I asked you if something was logically possible given the state of current events... would you know what I was talking about?" s/he asked, entering the house with a quick, light step up the steps and inside. Automatically, s/he removed the simple moccasin s/he had been allowed to wear in the marketplace; it was the custom were s/he was from never to wear shoes in the home. "Or if I asked you what Occam's Razor actually was? Or if I presented you with a basic time-and-distance equation? Would you understand it, my master?" Ran couldn't help but be brisk and blunt when s/he asked questions like this -- it was important to herm that s/he know the intellectual boundaries of the one whose income and disposition hish livelihood depended on. ... Than those who own you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 1:31 pm
Troy laughed a bit as he shock his head a bit as he stood up rubbing the back of his head. "here i thought you were going to asking me something else. but yes i would understand what you asked, and i would be able to answer them."he spoke out a bit as he took a deep breath.
He then turned around a bit heading up the stairs "equations are somethings that are applied everyday in the house, so feel free to use them. and if you believe that some of these other slaves in the house do not understand the equation write it out somewhere in the house so we all can solve it." he said smileing underneath his nose. He guickly moved his hair out of his eyes again the pulling them back a bit.
Once he was at the top of the stairs he stopped "come on then ran, i shall show you to your room and the rooms your will be able to enter."he said in a slightly amused voice. .
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 10:10 pm
Always be smarter..."I will do that, master." Ran grinned triumphantly, hish golden eyes shining with cynical mischief -- this might indeed prove to be a very interesting time in hish life -- and folloewed Troy up the stairs with a pleasant gait, wondering what other surprises hish new master might have in store for herm. Things were going wonderfully, much better than they had ever gone in hish life. True, s/he was still a slave, but it seemed that Troy had a more liberal view on slavery than most masters; not only had he fully accepted the fact that Ran was no ordinary mutant, but he also seemed to appreciate Ran's straight-forward, bluntly intelligent nature -- indeed, he seemed to encourage it. ...than those who own you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 10:51 am
Troy looked behind his shoulder and smiled gently as he headed down the hallway. He kept his hands in his pocket as he looked forward. "so do you have things that you would like in your room Ran" he asked gently as he turned the corner. Troy then stopped ad leaned against the wall.
He poited to the door behind him "this will be your room, i hope you like it and if you need somethings in it i will glady get what you need" he said. He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath pulling the hoody over his head .
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 5:48 pm
((Sorry it took so long! I didn't get a notification.... DX)) Always be smarter...Ran looked about the room curiously before responding to Troy's questions. "It's alright," s/he replied, "I'm not a very specific person. As long as it's clean and well-built..." s/he glanced upward at the ceiling illustratively, "I can sleep anywhere." The Hermat walked forward and sat down on the bed, smiling boyishly as the mattress recoiled and made herm bounce slightly. It had been a while, if ever, since s/he had had the pleasure of being able to sleep on a sheeted, blanketed mattress. Tonight s/he would sleep wonderfully. After a moment's silent, comfortable pause, Ran turned to face Troy again, hish golden eyes showing nothing but a down-to-earth business-like attitude. "And what are my duties to be in this place, master?" ...than those that own you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 6:01 pm
((its perfectly alright :3)) Troy looked up quickly as he heard the question as he nodded "well your duties are basically help the cooks when you can, clean the house the best you can, do what you want in your spare time and well if you need anything of me i will always be in my study" he said gently. he then rubbed the back of his head his blush hidden behind his hood. he then stood up straight looking around the room. "my study is around the corner the second door on the right. do you like this room? it took them a while to get the ceiling right" he said.
he then turned his around looking at ran over his shoulders 'you can start tomarrow morning, for today you have the day to yourself' he said. he then headed to his room as he hummed a bit.He turned his music on as he continued on his way. .
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 8:37 pm
sleeping is for dreaming ((its perfectly alright :3)) ((I've got to do schoolwork, so I'll catch you tomorrow. Is that okay?))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 8:41 pm
TX Sniper Chick sleeping is for dreaming ((its perfectly alright :3)) ((I've got to do schoolwork, so I'll catch you tomorrow. Is that okay?)) ((yep no problem at all))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 8:50 pm
sleeping is for dreaming TX Sniper Chick sleeping is for dreaming ((its perfectly alright :3)) ((I've got to do schoolwork, so I'll catch you tomorrow. Is that okay?)) ((yep no problem at all)) ((Thanks!))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 1:59 pm
Always be smarter...Once left to hish own devices, Ran saw no need to suppress hish natural personality. Hish controlled, practical smile suddenly brightened as if a light had been turned on, and, being very careful to make sure there would be no observers, s/he walked to the opposite side of the room from the bed, prepared hishelf, and took a running dive into the soft, comfortable mattress. The pillows flew off the bed and the blanket was tugged alarmingly out of its neat, tucked position, but as Ran rolled over to stare at the ceiling, the golden hair cascading over hish face could not hide the childish radiance all over hish features. It had been so long, way too long since s/he had been able to do that. Hish parents had been quiet people of a middle caste, and had made great efforts to hide the fact that their first child was neither boy nor girl. The convent school had been stiff and practical, and had viewed any accomodation of a Hindustani child as a responsibility bestowed upon them by G-d. Hish golden hair hadn't helped -- who in Hindustan had yellow hair? And yet even that good omen hadn't saved Ran from the headache of being disliked and avoided everywhere s/he was sent to live. In the secular boarding school... hadn't it been in Russia? Or Austria? Damned if s/he could remember it right... There had been nothing but strict, militant discipline. S/he had to wear a boy's uniform and put up with teasing from hish bulkier, brawnier classmates when the teachers weren't looking. The beds hadn't been very nice there either -- You never knew when you layed down whether your pillow would be stuffed with cotton or frog eggs. This was the first time s/he had actually been able to indulge in such blatant abuse of the furniture. And s/he was loving it. Rolling over onto hish stomach, s/he gathered the two pillows up off of the floor - count 'em, two! - and laid back again, clasping them to hish chest and staring up at the ceiling in a kind of happy, fluffy meditation. ... than those that own you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 2:08 pm
 Troy continued on as he tapped his fingers against his pockets as he looked at some of the pictures on his way. He stopped and pull the hood of his head as he brushed his hair to the side again from his eyes. He really need to get a hair cut but, he didn't have time for it, so he grabbed a booby pin and pinned the bangs to the side. He then turned his music slightly lower just in case someone was calling him.
he then head on his way walking into the study as he sat down rubbing his neck slightly. he pulled out his laptop and began to type keeing his gaze slightly at the window and the screen. he would once in a while get up and pace around the room thinking of what to write next. he would stop near the window , as he decide to open it letting some fresh air into the room. he felt the brezze gently against his skin.
He shut his eyes takeing in his surrounding wondering what the next few hours or the next few days would bring him. he then walked back to the laptop and continued to type pulling his earphones of his ear's letting them rest around his neck. .
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
