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 Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 3:52 pm
✖ ✖ ✖___яɑчиє || Lιℓιτɦ || Ӄιиgsℓєч___✖ ✖ ✖
   One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
...Let the bodies hit the floor _______εmotιon;; HappyHappyHappy!
__________theme musιc ;; Bodies - Drowning Pool
_____________mџ tħougħts ;; "I'm leaving?"
________________αctιons ;; Itching to leave the cage
___________________Aя3a ;; The Marketplace
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Knees curled up into her chest, Rayne didn't like the way the slaver was talking about her. It was... Creepy. Feeling an urge to leap at him and rip out that babbling tongue of his, the thought left as she looked up and saw this man looking at her for a moment. Hiding her face back in her arms around her knees, she heard silence and then the new man spoke up. Eyes shooting up to the man, her tail began to sway. He... He wanted her? Uncurling a bit, she looked to her very tall and creepy seller briefly before beginning to make her way to the cage. The slaver raised an eyebrow, a grin forming on his lips. He was quite sure that he could rip this man off, and decided to test it. "Well sir, with her being a first time slave and all, and being as dangerous as she is, her price is a quarter of a mil; $250,000. I am open for negotiations though sir." The man purposely had the price that high to see the mans reaction. He did it to everyone, he judged them by how they reacted to his prices. He priced Rayne anywhere between 250k right up to 500k depending on how rich the person looked, and this guy had gold trailing right up him!
It took Rayne a little while to figure out that the slaver was actually talking about her price. So... He did want her! Moving slowly on all fours, she slinked up to the cage near where the man with the shinies were and knelt on the ground, hands on the bars, a grin of pure delight on her face. She was going to leave, oh joy! Giving a happy mew, she also knew the sellers dirty tricks, and tried to give the man a look that said 'don't fall for it' while trying to look her innocent self, and not letting the slaver catch on. She was cunning she was, just like a cat. But mad, terribly mad. She was like a cat woman version of the Mad Hatter, with a slight thirst for blood mixed in as well. Regardless, she began to purr happily, rubbing her cheek against the bars of her cage. Her tail was swaying lazily behind her and her toes wiggled; she was the image of pure joy right now.
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Skin against skin
Blood and bone
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in
Now you're here
Driven by hate
Consumed by fear
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 8:52 pm
 ๑ Șąɨұʉʀɨ ๑
"I am warm in your summer,me upon
And cool in my winter,
But, you've trapped me upon the land,
So that I've lost control..."
Saiyuri looked to Westley in a bit of confusion. he was offering her clothing? She was his purchase. She'd been given only one garment when she'd been put in the cage, yet he would buy her more? It could wait, though, couldn't it? he had children waiting at home for his return. She liked children. she really did. She loved them. She had wanted human children of her own, like her sister had gotten. there had been a few. Half of her, and half of her sister, but her sister's children had made them practically extinct. they lived in hiding now. Poor little mermaids and mermen, hiding too, from their own mother.
"Clothing can be handled later, can it not? You're children will miss you, won't they? As you miss them?' She smiled warmly, and stayed close to him, not willing to be thrown back into a cage. No. She'd go with him, and tend his children as he had asked.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 9:47 pm
 N I X I E• L Y N • M O N R O E
xxxRain, Rain don’t go away
xxRain, Rain I hope you stay
xxYou make my friends think what they have lost
xxYou make my friends happy for the one wish they made
Rain, Rain don’t stop falling
So they can feel something one last time
Rain, Rain I hope you kill the one who put pain in-
my friends of shame
Rain, Rain stop my friends from falling
Rain, Rain.I hoping it’ll put my friends pain in-
someone else vase before its to late
Rain, Rain help them out so they will be amazed
for there is no pain
{A young looking girl walked through the doors of the market. A new face among the crowd since she had been to scared to come into here before. Her long blond hair was spiraled down her back as she closed her umbrella and smoothed her skirt. The girl, about 5'3 or so, walked through looking at the different people. She was rather hoping that perhaps she'd find a male to bring home so maybe she'd learn not to be so shy.
This girl happened to be named Nixie though most people called her by her middle name; Lyn. A young amawarashi that would be a perfect canadate to be a slave but wasn't since she could just turn into water. So instead now she thought she might try and find someone to talk to."Perhaps it would be easier if I just went home" She wondered out loud since she was so used to being alone. Lyn basicly raised herself and was currently living alone. But her shoes stopped clicking near a red haired boy's cage. It seemed that there was a girl also in the cage. She turned towards them, sadly though Lyn was rather inept at talking to boys. "H-hello.." }
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 12:57 am
| Westley Anderson |  Westley was only slightly surprised at her sudden mood change and the warm smile she deposited as she spoke of his children. It was true, he did miss his children while he was away. It was especially hard while he was still in the army and everyday had to leave his two daughters at the camp and know that that may have been his last time with them. So he smiled back letting his eyes shine in delight as every time he spoke of his children. "Yes, I'm sure my children do miss me. And I most assuredly miss my twins. Come along, Ms. Saiyuri." He reached out and offered her a hand. "I wouldn't want you getting lost in all these crowds" with his smile still on his face.
If you ask me if about war
I will tell you about sacrifice
If you ask about violence
I will tell you about love
If you ask why I left
I will ask you why stay.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 11:32 am
 
Dollface looked down at the floor, looking at the girl who approached them's feet. His multicolored eyes then trailed up her legs till they reached her face. He blinked a few times in surprise, not expecting anyone to notice them yet. Cecelia opened her own eyes and looked up at the girl, perking up slightly, but gripping Papa Doll's arm nervously. Dollface grinned, shifting his wings slightly. "Hello hello hello there, little lady." He greeted her, noticing how shy she was. He wondered if he would use this to his advantage. 'I'll just use this for ammo when I need it.'
Dollface looked down at Cece, then said. "Say hi to the nice lady." Reluctantly, Cece waved her hand reluctantly, then greeted shyly "H-hi..." Dollface gave a satisfied nod, then looked back to the potential master. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dollface, and this is Cecelia. What, pray tell, is your name?"
 
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 6:57 pm
 MѦ₮RɨЖ It doesn’t matter where I come from. I go though forests, towns, and cities, looking for one thing. Matrix had remained on the cage floor, sitting cross-legged with his hands on his lap. He was still fuming about being captured and forced into this current predicament and needed to figure out a way out of it. He noticed out of the corner of his right eye that a small wooden plate of food had been placed inside of his cage. Taking a deep breath Matrix reached over to the plate and brought it in front of him. Sighing slightly as he felt the staleness of the bread on the plate he started to eat. He was hungry after all and he needed his strength to hold out if he was ever going to actually get out of this place. It was only short time… shorter than what Matrix would have like to finish what was on the plate, but at least he had something somewhat nutritious.
Matrix placed the plate back where he had grabbed it from and returned to the position that he had been sitting in earlier. He unfolded his legs and stretched them. Keeping them completely still was worse mistake he could ever make since it would cause his legs to cramp when he needed them. Once he finished stretching and refolded his legs and sighed. There was literally nothing to actually do in the cage to keep himself occupied. He would have loved something to do at this point, he really didn’t even have enough room in the cage to do push-ups, sit-ups and chin-ups off the bars of the cage. He knew it wouldn’t matter for a small amount of time, but if he was in the cage for an extended period of time he could start to loss muscle mass and he needed to keep that, needed to stay strong, stay away from the weak kid he had been.
Matrix had just closed his eyes to concentrate on a way to get out of this place as his scar across his left eye started to throb in pain. He opened the eye almost right away and noticed that the vision in the eye was fading slightly. It had been happening for the past couple of years but he hoped that it would pass, it seems not. The damage done nine years ago was starting to catch up and the vision of his eye was going. It leaving slowly but noticeable and he wished that he hadn’t been so stubborn and replaced the eye before getting captured. Now he was stuck here with a slowly failing eye, something that would make it that much harder to escape. Trying to ignore the pain from the scar he took a deep breath but the scar just exploded in pain and he was forced to cover his left eye as he clenched his teeth. What felt like hours to Matrix was only mere seconds to everyone else the blazing pain subsided. Moving backwards Matrix leaned against the back of his cage taking deep breaths. He needed to figure a way out of here and soon. My sole purpose, to hunt slavers. Kill to defend others. Is it revenge, I think not, but lets find out…
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:37 pm
  The lycan stopped in his tracks as the plea from the young girl rang in his ears. His lips twitched in an attempt to smirk or even grin, but nothing was shown other than the slight movement that faded not even a second later. Blue eyes once again returned to the girl, studying her for a long moment before he moved a bit closer to the cage again, crouching down once more as his elbows went onto his knees. It was obvious he was pleased, for he had came back to her. Perhaps he could break her in after all... "Don't leave you? Why not? You didn't seem very interested in becoming my pet." The words were said in a teasing way, as if he were trying to get under her skin again to test her. If she snapped, he would get up and go to leave again. If she called him back the second time, then it was obvious she was wanting him to buy her.
"Tell me, girlie, what's your name?" One hand went up, long fingers wrapping around one of the bars as his body leaned in a bit closer to the cage. Dakota's gaze never left her, almost trying to see if she were lying as she spoke. Really, Dakota was quite the manipulator and whatnot, so he knew how to twist his words to make the lie become a truth - if there was a lie, that is.  [] Sorry about the delay. I've had a horrible week, but hopefully things will look up starting tomorrow. >_< Also, sorry... it's short. x.x; []
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 10:18 pm
 
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xHelp me find who I used to be... Anistasia Whyte ... And save me from what I have become Anistasia looked at him, feeling relief when he turned back. She looked away from him, twisting and stretching the hem of her dress. She didn't want to give in but didn't want to stay in the cage either. Anistasia kept her eyes low, sinking away from him. The girl wasn't sure what exactly to say. Anistasia wasn't very interested in being a pet. She didn't want to belong to anyone. Eventually she might let him in but Anistasia had learned that everyone would hurt her in the end. Anistasia looked up as the question was asked. She would have told that nickname that she'd being given on the battlefield but the look on the master's face told the girl that it shouldn't be an option. With the small amount of space between them Anistasia was quickly overwhelmed and opened her mouth to answer. "Anistasia... N-No. Cerberus," she stuttered, biting her lip. She didn't want him to know her name but he would have been able to get it by asking a guard who'd brought her in. Staring downwards, Anistasia continued her habit if playing with the hem of her dress.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 11:18 am
๑ Șąɨұʉʀɨ ๑
"I am warm in your summer,me upon
And cool in my winter,
But, you've trapped me upon the land,
So that I've lost control..."
With the confirmation of Westley missing his children, Saiyuri gave a soft smile. It wasn't as if it were a bad thing. It would just make them get home sooner. When he offered his hand, she looked at it, studying it, before she actually took it. She laid her hand in his, realizing how much warmer his was, then hers. She was the sea, she was supposed to be cold. He would also feel something like a slight tremor as he held her hand. She was the sea. She always moved. She couldn't calm herself enough to be completely still. She smiled, and with a nod, followed him quickly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 11:22 am
The lycan could almost bask in the scent of her uneasiness. Was she scared? Perhaps. But no matter what any other feelings she had - he could tell she was growing uncomfortable. The icy gaze that bore into her was relentless - just piercing her skin as if he were trying to read more than just her reactions and facial expressions. If one didn't know any better, they could say that Dakota was trying to capture her soul or something! But no... the lycan was not that talented. He knew she was uncomfortable, and he knew that he could get beneath her skin easily now. She'd called him back once - no doubt she would do it again if he played the right cards. But for now, the girl was behaving... well, at least behaving in the way he wanted her to. Already, she was showing her weakness to him. It was almost an open invitation, was it not?
"Hmm.. you don't look like a three-headed hellhound to me, girlie." The words were said in a humorous tone, as if he were not taking her attempt at another name seriously. Perhaps she really was called Cerberus somewhere - but not with him. No, she would not get the privilege of being called such a creative name. Even though he did not know what her shapeshifting form was, he likely would still not be convinced of calling her that name if he did. "Cerberus - a three-headed hound that guards the gates of Hades." Blue eyes glanced behind him at the door that was the exit to the market; but they instantly returned back to her. "This is a Hell, girlie. I don't see you guarding this one." It was a bit rude of him to make such jokes at the name, but then again... what did he care? She was nothing to him, and never would be - even if he did buy her. If her feelings were hurt, or if she felt offended, he really couldn't give a s**t less.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 11:58 am
   liver Carmine - Is there anyone out there who is listening to anything? -
- Is there anyone out there who can take my hand? -
The poor girl was startled by the way his matter shifted and Oliver swallowed his laughter and smiled sheepishly, trying his best to solidify. Humans and non-humans alike didn't like it when his form altered, so he tended to simply remain invisible so they wouldn't have to deal with it and become solid when he needed to contact people. However, with this collar on, he didn't have much of a choice. He could shift in and out, but only to certain points. Already, he could tell his restrictions would not allow him to shift fully invisible. Thankfully, he could solidify one hundred percent, so he hoped it wouldn't prove to be an issue later...especially if this adorable Angel and her siblings wanted to touch him.
"Yes, the seventeen hundreds, miss. I've been around a bit too long for my liking." The blonde spoke honestly with a slightly tired-sounding sigh. Really...life had been so boring lately that he'd taken to sleeping long periods of time. He didn't require sleep, but it was something to do. He hoped his fate of becoming a slave would spark some interest in this dull long life.
Angel's guardian...or brother?...came up to the side of the cage and commented on the strangeness of Oliver and the other slaves. The ghost chuckled a little and leaked more mist as he glanced over to where the youngest girl and the younger boy were standing. A vampire and an alien? If they were all bought together, at least it would be fun. The older man seemed to know his race as well and Oliver turned attention towards him with a warm smile, taking Angel's compliments in stride. He really wasn't pretty; he never thought he was.
"Pleasure to meet you, sir." The ghost's voice glided out smoothly and he bowed in a gentlemanly manner. "My name is Oliver Carmine. May I be so bold as to ask yours?" Something about this man spoke of authority and wisdom and Oliver felt the need to respect him not only as a potential master but as a higher being. He could sense waves of power emanating from his form. Was he some sort of god? No...if he was a deity, his power would have had Oliver on his knees involuntarily by now. What was he? The blonde's deep green eyes studied the man, trying to figure it out.
o.o.c. Omg, I'm so sorry for the delay on this post. e - e
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 12:57 pm
| Westley Anderson | Once Westley took her hand he immediately noticed how cold her hand felt and felt the slight tremors that went through her. He wondered how she could be so cold while the marketplace felt so hot, but he thought that maybe it had something to do with the cage. Her slaver looked like the type of man that would keep his slave cages cold. "Are you cold, Ms. Saiyuri? Would you like to borrow my jacket?" They were still walking through the market but the crowds were scarce here so that he could use the hand not holding onto the woman's to through it over her shoulders like a relief blanket. "I had no idea it could be so cold in that cage of yours." He didn't like the way slave markets were kept, hell he could say he didn't like slave markets at all! Once they were finally out the front gates of the market, Westley led them towards his small silver car; not exactly a sports car while also not a piece of junk as well, he called it decent. He originally bought a powder blue minivan (at the girls request) but decided that he needed an extra car for when the girls weren't with him (which wasn't as often as it sounds). He only released the woman's hand when he went on the other side of the car to open the door for her. "Your chariot awaits, m'lady." he joked slightly hoping to lessen the friction between them.
If you ask me if about war
I will tell you about sacrifice
If you ask about violence
I will tell you about love
If you ask why I left
I will ask you why stay.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 5:24 pm
N I X I E• L Y N • M O N R O E
xxxRain, Rain don’t go away
xxRain, Rain I hope you stay
xxYou make my friends think what they have lost
xxYou make my friends happy for the one wish they made
Rain, Rain don’t stop falling
So they can feel something one last time
Rain, Rain I hope you kill the one who put pain in-
my friends of shame
Rain, Rain stop my friends from falling
Rain, Rain.I hoping it’ll put my friends pain in-
someone else vase before its to late
Rain, Rain help them out so they will be amazed
for there is no pain
{Nixie moved to where she could look at them better. Pushing her blond, almost white bangs out of her eyes she smiled a bit at them as they introduced herself. When asked for her name it almost felt natural. He was also a creature of nature that she could tell so it made it a bit better. "My name? It's Nixie... t-though most call me Lyn." She explained; trying hard not to slip on her words. She waved at the little girl as well. The small cloud that had been fallowing her around since she had walked in disperced for now. "If I can ask, you a fairy right? Scottish somehow and she is your friend? Must be nice."}
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 5:37 pm
 E T N A• B A L A Q U A xxYour own personal jesus
xxSomeone whos there
xxSomeone to hear your prayers
xxSomeone who cares
xxYour own personal jesus
xx[/colorxxSomeone to hear your prayers
Feeling unknown
And youre all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
Ill make you a believer
Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know Im a forgiver
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