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 Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2017 8:19 am
 Isis was i her cage when she heard people walking around the pet shop and hoped that they would release her from this cold cage finally. She had never had a master before and the thought of being locked up again made her start to silently cry, she didnt want that.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2017 6:57 pm
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☼Kitsune☼Owner:None☼ Location: Strange Building☼ Mood:Angry☼
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Voices... she could hear voices. She heard the chase, she could still feel pain from the explosion. But what had happened after? Ow her head and neck throbbed in pain. She fought for a few moments to come to, she blinked few times and looked around. Once her vision cleared she could see the bars that surrounded her and the rows of cells that held various beings in them. Her eyes flickered from blue to gold in her anger as she let out a snarl of rage.
She struggled to her feet, tripping over the material of the outfit. It was then she noticed she had her thieving gear taken from her. Someone had changed her while she was out, her face turned bright red in both embarrassment and utter fury. Where am I? She fumed to herself as she gave death glares to any who got close to her. Kit let her fury distract her from the headache she had. By now her ability had healed the wounds she had receive. " Someone better let me out of this accursed cell unless people want their throats ripped out" She growled in anger, her tails bristled up and flailing with her mood.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2017 6:54 pm
Isis rattled her cage and replied " Hello is someone there ?" . She was nervous and really wanted to be out of this smelly cage really bad . She pricked her ears around to listen to sounds of people coming and other things.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2017 8:46 pm
The noises, they won't stop, the dull roar of the crowd pierced Claire's ear's, surrounding her was seemingly millions of slaves, slavers and slave buyers, she crouched in a fetal position, in the corner of a cold steel cage, staring at the ground, rocking back in forth, She was terrified of crowds, every time she was put in front of more than one digit of people, she panicked and ran off, she couldn't handle the noises, questions, everything was too much, but she could always run away, run back home, back into her room and hide away from the scary world, but in this cage she couldn't run, she felt like a trapped animal, waiting to be torn apart by a vicious pack of wolves. She began to whimper and cry, wanting to be in the warm comforts of a home, "Happy thoughts happy thoughts happy thoughts" she mantra'd in a false attempt to calm herself down, as customers poked and prodded at her like she was some kind of pet dog, This was a nightmare to Claire, she would pinch herself, but she didn't want to know, in fact she didn't know what would be worse, This being a dream, or this hellish life, this life of agony and suffering, is real. She began to cry, but that didn't stop any potential customer's from touching her, grabbing her by the mouth to check if she was healthy, grabbing her, groping her, their voices were like nail on a chalkboard, grating and scratching into her ears, squeaking, screeching, piercing, after a while she blocked it out, it became white noise, but it didn't stop it from jabbing into her ears and tearing her eardrums into bloody pieces, why couldn't they just stop, the customers were torturing her, they made her want to crawl into a corner and turn fade out of reality, yet they all didn't care, they were all dressed in black tuxedo's and dresses, flaunting their money like it was apart of them, Claire wasn't rich enough to count as human to them, she was just a plaything, a toy meant to be used.
The whole day had been terrifying to her, she didn't even know if she was here for a day or a hour, they kept no clocks in the store, for all she knew, she could've been here for a year straight or a couple hours, but every second felt agonizingly long, each one longer than the last, She had met a nice man earlier, a Man named Jake, she thought he was nice, she thought wrongly, what started as a cute conversation ended with Jake forcing her to the ground, tying her up and tossing her into the van, like a garbageman shoving trash to be disposed, Earth was full of trash, trash food, trash people, but worst of all, trash souls, it seemed like the garbage was overflowing in the slave market, though the customer's wore rich and elegant clothing, had rich and elegant looks, they had poor and filthy souls, they weren't pretty to Claire, they were horrific and ugly monsters, taking what they want and spoiling what they couldn't take, she was surrounded by trash, she felt it piling up further and further, until it clogged her mouth, causing her to suffocate, she began to hyperventilate, she felt one of her panic attacks coming, her heart raced, trembling, shaking, she wanted to fly out of this horrific place, but she was trapped, she couldn't do anything but freak out, the customers began to look at her like she was trash, some left, with a disgusted look on their faces, other's laughed, taking delight in her suffering, the touchings got worst and worse, the noises beat like a drum, ripping a bloody hole in her ears, she began to breath faster and faster, wanted to fight or fly but she could do neither, she grabbed her head and let out a pained screech, silencing the market, like a animal with nowhere to run, all she could do is scream.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2017 10:47 am
 A sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom with deeply tinted windows pulled into the parking lot of the slave market, tires squealing against the pavement. Metal music could be heard blaring from the stereo system. The driver wouldn't slow down for anyone... an elegantly dressed man had to jump out of the way, narrowly avoiding being hit. He bellowed curses at the driver, who merely laughed and made an obscene gesture towards him. The car finally came to a stop inside one of the handicapped spaces. Of course, the owner of the vehicle was far from being handicapped... but he knew that nobody would dare to challenge him about it anyways.
The driver's side door of the car opened, and an impossibly handsome young man got out. He was tall and deathly pale, with long raven-black hair, and eyes the color of blood. The expression on his beautiful, androgynous face was the cold, confident grin of a killer... This was none other than Don Vittorio Sinamorata, one of the world's most feared and respected vampires. The modern-day equivalent of Dracula. The mere mention of his name was enough to make mortals and immortals alike tremble.
Vito had come to the slave market today looking for a new toy... a sweet plaything he could abuse... Once he got bored, of course, he'd throw it away and simply buy himself a new one. As he pulled the door open, his enhanced senses were nearly overwhelmed. There were hundreds of people in this market, slave and master alike. His sensitive ears picked up dozens of conversations, in many different languages at once. The air was heavy with the sweet scents of blood and fear. He licked his lips, feeling his cravings return to him. On his way here, he had picked up a hooker only to drink every ounce of blood in her body, then toss her exsanguinated carcass into a dumpster... He was lucky he had fed, otherwise he wouldn't be able to control his insatiable thirst.
Everywhere Vito looked, he saw people in miserable, delightful agony... He could see it in their pathetic mortal eyes, dozens of souls begging to be set free from this Hell that had become their lives. It amused him, to see so much suffering in one place. As he walked among the cages, he felt like a kid in a candy shop... Why limit himself to one, or two, or three for that matter? He wanted to buy the whole damn market.
Suddenly, the sound of a female scream reached Vito's ears... it was a beautiful sound, filled with so much agony and despair. Grinning, Vincent walked in the direction of the scream. And there he saw her - a beautiful pink-haired human girl sitting alone in her cage. He could see the pain and sadness in those beautiful blue eyes of hers. Oh, my poor baby... you think this is bad? Just you wait - you don't know what true pain is until you've met me. He began to laugh out loud at the thought...
Vito knelt down, reaching his ice-cold hand of the bar through Claire's cage. He grabbed her chin, digging his sharp nails lightly into her soft flesh, forcing her to look at him. His inhuman crimson eyes met hers and he grinned, showing her his razor-sharp fangs. His gaze fell to the vein in her neck, and he licked his lips. He could smell her blood from here... Even though she was a human, there was something rare about her - something about her blood that made it delicious and irresistible. "Buonasera... who do we have here?" he asked, gazing into her eyes once again?
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2017 8:01 pm
The Customer's quickly dispersed, the product was already bought, Vito just didn't pay for her yet. Claire's wails was shushed by Vito suddenly grabbing her, sweat began to pour out of her, his nails digging deep into her skin, the sting of pain permeated throughout Claire, Vito's crimson eye's were cold like ice, not a hint of warmth could be seen in them, at that moment, Claire knew that her life was only downhill from here, but her life would get better, surely there had to be some light at the end of the tunnel, she began to sweat, her anxiety picking up again causing her to shake, what should she say?!, she began to stutter, already failing at any chance of impressing him, not that it would lessen her future abuse, fear flew throughout her spine, the roar of the crowd was just background noise, the real horror was staring at her. "I-I'm Claire!" She stammered, nervously grinning, talking to others was not her strong suit, she found that people were alien and weird to her, but there was always phrases that worked, that got her through every tidbit of awkward small talk, but this was not a person, this was a monster. Vito's finger's dug too deep into Claire's skin, gold blood began to trail down Claire's head, it's smell was powerful, obfuscating any sense, any vampire's mouth would begin to water, "P-please stop master" she begged, she already knew her place, all she could do was hope that he had a shred of kindness inside him. "it hurts" she added.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2017 8:46 pm
((I'm still waiting on your reply in the Leon/Anne RP too... but it's all right, take your time!)) "It's nice to meet you, Claire..." said Vito, his voice soft and sinister, like the hiss of a venomous snake. "I am Don Vittorio Sinamorata - but please, just call me Vito." She'd no doubt recognize his name... he was well-known, even among humans. A shady billionaire rumored to be connected with organized crime, as well as the Illuminati - but they didn't even know the half of it. His pupils dilated upon seeing the blood trickling from where his nails had pierced her soft skin. He noticed that her blood wasn't crimson, but the color of gold... "It hurts, does it?" he asked "Well... your pain is my pleasure!" With this, being said, he withdrew his hand from her face, only to lick the blood from his fingers. He closed his eyes, moaning softly as he enjoyed the taste of her blood. "Damn, Claire... you are delicious!"
Vito pulled his checkbook from the pocket of his jacket and wrote out a check, using it to pay for Claire. He waited patiently for her to be released from her cage. "You belong to me now, Claire..." he said , grinning at her and rubbing his hands together.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 2:54 pm
Contrary to what Vito thought, Claire had no idea who he was, after all, Claire didn't even know the names of her neighbors, she could count on one hand how many friends she had, she simply just doesn't count, she moved to the back of the cage, shaking in fear, she stared at the ground, eye contact was not her specialty either, she looked into his eyes once, she never wanted to do that again. She looked at Vito, as if he was some kind of madman, not only was her master abusive, he was also insane, she cringed upon watching him moan at the taste of her blood, talking about how her pain pleased him, she wished someone else could be her master, anyone but this freak. She had known him for a couple seconds, and she was already scared of him, she reluctantly got out of the cage, she awkwardly smiled, with a look on her face that begged to be woken from this nightmare, the cage felt comfy all of a sudden, after all, she was just trading her cage for a bigger one, one where this freak would use her for his sick games, she wanted to go home, she began to hyperventilate again, her eyes shifting from place to place, she had no idea where she was, was she in the same country?, she wanted to go home, curl up on the bed and go to sleep, she had a dog named Odie, who had no one to feed him either, without her, no one would take care of the poor dog, "C-can I go home" she asked Vito, with the look of a lost child on her face.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 4:33 pm
"Yes, you can go home... to your new home." answered Vito with a grin. When she stepped out of the cage, he firmly took a hold of her hand in his own ice-cold hand. Without speaking, he led her towards the front door. Soon enough, they were outside... It was a cold, dreary night, the sky overcast with dark grey clouds. Rain drizzled steadily from overhead. Vito turned his head towards the sky, feeling the rain on his face. "I love this weather... how about you?" he asked, gently squeezing Claire's hand.
Soon enough, they had arrived at Vito's car - a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom with deeply tinted windows. He unlocked the passenger's side door, opening it for her. "Get in... and don't try anything cute or I'll make you ride in the trunk." he said coldly. He then got into the driver's seat himself. He got inside and started the engine, looking forward to going home so he could have some fun with his new 'toy'.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 6:30 pm
Claire made the mistake of getting her hopes up, she would see her home again, she knew that no matter what she would go through, there would be light at the end of the tunnel, their had to be, karma existed, she'd get the kindness she deserved, Vito was strong, but evil never triumphs good, Claire knew this, her imprisonment wouldn't last forever, she'd escape, he's bound to fall asleep eventually, his watchful eyes would shut, then she'd grab what she needs and run off. Vito's grip was cold, unloving and uncaring, the rain drizzled onto her head, Claire felt like she was being dragged to her death, she continued to breath heavily, sweat still pouring from her head, the world around her felt unfamiliar and dangerous, and this strange man was forcing her into a car, alarm bells were ringing in her head, everything told her to run, yet she felt frozen, only able to walk forward, she didn't know how to answer his question, "wuh-why?" she asked, her voice cracking, the rain was deary and black, as if the clouds were crying down on her, tears began to build up in her eyes, she couldn't tell the difference between rain and tears.
She nodded meekly, and got into the passenger seat, she never made eye contact with Vito, she didn't have the courage for it, she never made eye contact with anyone, so she did as she always did, stare at her own feet, she sat in a pile of her own tears, cold sweat and rain, shivering and hoping her life would get better, she wanted to go home, to someplace familiar, where she could be by herself, and not in the company of horrific creatures, but she felt a certain bitterness, if she had friends, she surely wouldn't be in this situation, no one liked Claire, she was the girl that sat in the back of the classroom, too shy to talk to anyone, when she graduated from high school, she became a modern hermit, living fair of in the wilderness, where it was cold, but it was a nice kind of cold, soft snow that felt like pillows, she spent most of her days in complete isolation, doing nothing but taking photos of wildlife, pictures were the only way she could relate to others, she didn't stutter when speaking to a photo. eventually the isolation got into her, she found herself talking to inanimate objects, naming them and calling them "friends", she once had a long conversation about life...with a bundle of rope, it ended with her crying and wondering why she even bothered living when there was no one to care about her, so she moved back into a crowded city, desperate for human contact, yet at the same time, scared of it, the very thing she seeks was the very thing she feared. She put on a false smile, "ah-I like snow" she half-muttered half-spoke, she had this feeling, where she hasn't talking in a while, and she wanted to hear her own voice, just to remember what having a friend was like, "euh-it's nice and fun to play in" she added awkwardly, staring outside, hoping he wouldn't make fun of her for it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 7:06 pm
Vito chuckled at Claire's words about playing in the snow. "I couldn't imagine what it must be like to find amusement in such simple things... almost like a child." he said coldly. He put his foot on the accelerator, peeling away from the slave market with breakneck speed. He drove like a maniac, flying through the streets of the city, running red lights and stop signs. The whole time, he handled the car with immaculate, superhuman precision - a blank expression on his face, as if this was nothing to him.
After driving in awkward silence for a while, Vincent began to speak. "Since you're going to be stuck with me for a while, you might as well know who I am..." he said softly. "In case you couldn't tell, I am an aristocrat of the darkness - a vampire. I was born in Florence during the 1400's... my father, Salvatore was and still is one of the most powerful vampires in the world. I came here to the United States during the 1870's, wanting to spread my family's influence around the world. Having power in the underworld wasn't enough, though... I wanted power over mortals as well - so I founded the Medusa company. We made typewriters back then, but nowadays we're making phones and other electronics. My name is feared and respected in the world of mortals and immortals alike." He glanced over at Claire, a grin on his face and a gleam in his cold blood-red eyes. "You know... someday I plan on returning to Italy and killing my father so I can take his throne... That way, I can truly have it all!"[/b[
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 6:50 pm
Claire clutched onto the seat belt, beginning to hyperventilate again, sweat poured down her head as she watched the car race across a red light, a hair-inch away from getting hit by a bus, an inch away from death, she slammed against the door, she suddenly smacked into the door, causing her to let out a yelp in pain, a dash of golden blood was smeared on her head, she couldn't take this anymore, a pair of kids were trying to cross the road, one of them leap out of the way, his life nearly ended by some psycho who doesn't know how to drive, she wondered how he even got a driver's license, she held her arms over her head, laying down and shielding herself, shivering and trembling like a scared little kid, her life was in the hands of a psycho, nearly dodging death at every intersection, "G-god please let me get through this day" she prayed, she was a atheist, but Vito's insane driving made her quickly rethink her faith, she prayed that Vito knew what he was doing. She barely listened to Vito when he spoke, something about murdering his father for power and being a vampire, "Seek mental help" she muttered quietly, trying not to be heard. She looked up to see him, but instead saw a truck driving straight towards them, She didn't scream, she only watched in horror as Vito switched lanes at the last second, yet again avoiding death by a hair's inch, the fear of a car crash became more scary than Vito himself, "F-For the love of god! She stammered, her voice cracking in fear and anger "Slow this car down please!, you'll kill us both!" she demanded
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2017 6:59 am
Isis was a strong cat and wanted someone to hurry up and claim her . The cage was cold and wreaked of male something . She was a new arrival and wanted to get out as quickly as she came.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 1:38 pm
( someone please freaking anwer my rp on here ..... i ******** bored here )
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2018 2:17 pm
(find someone and ask them yourself, that usually works)
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