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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 7:06 pm
Trists mansion not much to it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 7:34 pm
    Light to Dark....Light to Dark...Line, Line, Line, Line. Tree, Tree, Tree... her eyes scanned the area as apparently she was in the back of a frickin car...or well...something moving. She had no idea what she was on but she didn't really want to pay much attention. Her blonde hair, now a little tangled and messy, hung over her eyes as she now had to deal with someone who expected her...or well him to do every whim. She says him is because she had to disguise herself to get away from the people who murdered her parents. Apprently they are after her because she sees them often looking for her, but instead of long hair and beautiful blue eyes....she now has the short, boy hairstyle and her eyes looked tired, angry, and now a little unsure on what is going on. She can only see that whoever had gotten her is apprently a rich person in a big mansion. She then feels the moving vehicle coming to a halt, as now it seemed to be that she is now at hell. Then she hears something opening and a man pull her up. her hands were tied in the rope since she was known to escape. She grumbled as her feet kind of dragged on the ground as she had a good look at the house.
Well crap, the house seemed nice to live in...with a garden...porch.... Now it made her a little homesick. She then got a smack on the top her head: "Now boy, your going to do what the customer wants you to do...if we get any complaints we will have no choice but to 'humanely' kill you."
"What a nice ******** comment." She chuckles sarcastically, getting beat up after her snarky comment. She then was forced up and sat down on the porch along with a small letter that has the information about her. They then ran the doorbell and left awaited 'his' presence to make sure the slave was to his liking. 'In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will hate you for it. Why bother?'
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 7:51 pm
(Sorry if my post are short)  Trist fidgeted his finger though his house was big and he was rich he had nothing interesting to do luckily his new slave was being transported to his house. He yawned he was a little sleepy so he walked up to the one of the many restrooms he threw water at his face wetting his whiter hair he rubbed his eye they where red but it was his natural color eye. He heard someone knock he dried his hair and walked toward the door. He opened it and saw a guard with a slave he smiled and motion the guard to put the slave inside. " Leave...." said Trist he squinted his eye trying to see if it was a girl or a guy he couldn't tell he sigh " Put the slave in the living room"
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:18 pm
Trist looked at the slave he was still wondering if it was a guy or a girl he paid the guard before he left. He looked at the girl she was staring at him he would admit that he wasn't the best looking at guy most people called him hitler even if he didn't look like him at all he planned on playing a small joke on her. He took a deep breath and tried to remember what hitler sound likes " Hey attention I'm Adolf Hitler" smiled Trist mimicking exactly how he sounded like but he laughed " I'm kidding of course I'm Trist and do yourself a favor don't get on my bad side" smiled Trist using his own voice. He waited for her response.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:31 pm
But the man's voice popped in her ears and he had the nerve to mimic someone she DID not want to hear. Her eye widens a little as her head turns sharply toward the man, with her eyes slanted down...but she lighten up a little since he seemed to be joking. "Your nothing like Adolf..I seen a lot of worse s**t that should top him off." She says in a very low tone as he seemed to introduce himself as Trist...and something about not getting on his bad side: "Same with me. But I have a different name:.....Connor." Her arms was still across her chest, and her back...aching a little was now leaning against some soft pillows. She now was trying to see what the guy was going to do...
She can only hope that he knew her 'charms': Cooking, Fighting, Reading, Writing, Singing, Playing Piano, 'Escape Artist', and a Virgin. She now looked almost cautious when she thought of that one last charm: Virgin. If this guy was doing something 'wrong', she will not hesitate to kill him and that WAS a fact. 'And to think this guy may have a few maids and butlers.....wait....am I alone? Oh s**t.' She had her head look back and forth, left and right to see nobody besides the man in front...or Trist...She'll call him Tristian instead. But now she can only wait for her 'services' to him. 'In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will hate you for it. Why bother?'
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:43 pm
Trist saw that she couldn't take joke he frowned but stayed calm not wanting to kill her or him he still wasn't sure it confused him. He heard Connor say not to get in her bad side too he couldn't help it but he couldn't help it but smiled. " Sure you can start tommorrow all you have to do are chores" said Trist smiling at Connor " Also I'm confused are you a guy or girl" asked Trist. He wondered if Connor was going to hit him for asking that question.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:53 pm
She raises a brow as that all she had to do were chores....that was it? No foot-rubbing, no pleasure-pleasing, no anything?! Just chores. She let out a surprised look but it was like she almost couldn't believe it. Just chores then...but guessing the size of this mansion...she might be doing chores a long time. She then closes her eyes as she imagined the chores: Cooking, Cleaning, Gardening, Bedding, Feeding Stock...Animals, etc. She then opens her eyes as she got asked that same question:
"Are you a Guy or a Girl?"
She couldn't help but laugh: "I'm not saying, I think it'll be more fun if you figure it out yourself. It's easy...you just have to find a way." She then yawns as she then looks over at the kitchen which wasn't far: "Dinner: What you feel like eating?" 'In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will hate you for it. Why bother?'
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:10 pm
Bloody-Star97 Trist looked at her wondered what she was thinking. He shrugged not actually caring for it he yawned he was still sleepy. He heard her say that he should find out himself he closed his eyes and smiled he already found out which gender by the way she talks. " Your a girl" smiled Trist " Oh I don't know whatever you want"
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:26 pm
She brought out the Eggs, Chicken, Potatoes, Medium-sized Onions, Carrots and parsley for the Egg Soup. While the Salad was Apples, Green peas, mayonnaise, greens (lettuce), and of course the eggs. She made the soup first, using chicken broth while cutting up and making the ingredients golden brown. When she was done with the soup, she was able to focus on the salad by chopping apples and the hard-boiled eggs to small bits to add to the salad.
She doesn't understand why all of the sudden she felt like being Ms. Nice person, but so far Trist never really gave her a reason to be mad or angry. First impression really make the mark, 'cause the last masters she had made terrible impressions and she was pissed off. She now hoped the aroma of the egg soup consume the house so the guy would be hungry as hell. And of course she gets the bottle of apple cidar to pour it on a glass so he had something to drink. She was not ready to be all the way open so she sets up everything; Soup in a bowl with the Apple Salad w/eggs in a small bown with the cidar on the glass cup.
She then rings the bell that seemed to attract her attention as she guessed it was used to call for dinner as she sat at the bar area waiting for him to come.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:43 pm
Trist started to fidget with his hands he got bored really easy so he stopped and stood back up he yawned and stretched a little. He started to walk around the mansion he looked at room that he nevered opened it was his parents room even though they where mean with him he still felt sad remembering that they died he wiped away a tear that can from his eye. He heard a small ring he walked to the kitchen and saw Connor their with finished food. He smiled at her when he saw the food it smell tasty. " Thanks for making the food when your done you could pick out whichever room you want to sleep in" said Trist
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:00 pm
Trist continued to eat the food and waved at her when she left he liked her she was nice to have company. When he finished eating he put the dishes away and went up to his bedroom not checking where she went he just hope she wasn't in her parents room. He started to toss and turn in his sleep he was having a nightmare. He remembering looking at his dead family he stayed quiet when he just slept. -NEXT DAY- Trist woke up and just rested not really wanting to get off of his bed. He was planning on checking on his slave later but he just layed their doing nothing but thinking.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:23 pm
Trist heard someone move from and walk towards the kitchen he smiled and stood up and put on his pants but didn't put on a shirt competely forgoting that Connor was living her too. He smell the food and wondered how it got their but didn't care because he was starving. He ate all the food and put it in the dishes he saw that they where piling up. He started to wash all the dishes and when he finished he walked towards the living room. He was still really sleepy so he sat on the couch and didn't even notice that Connor was their or else he would have put on a shirt.
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