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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 8:04 pm
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▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬█ ▌Sierra Night ▌█ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬
"I'm your slave..."
She gaged at the thought and swallowed back some vomit and bile. Despite the nausia that came with his comment, she showed no outward anger, though there was plenty on the inside. Instead, she tried to play it cool by waving it off. "No thanks. I don't go for gay-holes." Her combination of gay and a*****e.
"I have no feelings for you other than discust and hatred. I was just a curious kitty, that's all," she shrugged with her hands up just below her shoulders, leaving her nose to bleed down over her lips and to her chin. She quickly pinched it and wiped away some of the blood with the back of her other hand. All it really did was smear most of it. Her lips curled inward so she could lick them clean. "Now are you going to answer the questions?" Maybe if he used some sort of device to keep this form, she could steal it, hide it, or destroy it. Then he'd be stuck inside and couldn't go out in public and would have to send her out.
"..not your friend, and not your lover."
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 8:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:48 pm
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▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬█ ▌Sierra Night ▌█ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬
"I'm your slave..."
Sierra thought she misheard him, but the second she rethought about it, her eyebrow twitched violently and her jaw clenched shut. She felt ready to punch him in the face, but decided against it while he was facing her. He'd probably catch it with his speed. "For your information, I look NOTHING like a man! My breasts may not be giant melons or silicone implants the size of human heads like some women, but they're real, proportionate, and my face is very feminine! Say otherwise again and I'm gonna hit you where it hurts most!" She held up her fist as if to make herself look intimidating, not that her hight made her so or that he was much faster and stronger than she was. Sierra was much shorter than he was and therefore, probably resembled a small dog barking at everything bigger than it.
That b*****d! He was really pissing her off. And his reply to her big question of how he looked like a human? He may have just "said because I'm that good." It gave her little to no information. Was it an ability? Was it technology? And why be a human anyway? They weren't that great. They lie, steal, kill, and hurt. They believed what wasn't theirs, they should have, and if anyone was different, they shouldn't exist. As for Casper, she deemed him as more of an a*****e. "Hmph! What is it you wanted to show me, anyway?"
"..not your friend, and not your lover."
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 10:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 12:07 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 12:05 pm
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♚ ℭaspian Levi ♔【 The Leviathan Master 】
❝ Is this all you can do?❞ ❝ How boring.❞
♠ Caspian tilted his head in fake innocence as Sierra blew a fuse. A smile stay on his face as she continued to yell. The yells echoing off walls, the ceiling, floor, and even the water in the pool itself. Even so it didn't make it too much louder. Just loud enough to make it impossible to ignore it. "I might've saved you," he pointed out bluntly even though he no longer hid his amusement. Of course 'might've' had been a keyword. Then again, why would he bother to get rid of such a source of amusement? On another thought, there were many reasons, but that was nothing to worry about now.
"Want to go shopping later? We've got plenty of time," he commented as he tossed the two large towels over at her. They landed on the smooth tiles in front of the pissed off woman. He didn't want to know how she was like when she was on pms. It would be almost pleasant if she was having it now and would calm down a little later on. Of course, he knew he was probably being too hopeful. After all, a slave that would be daring enough to ruin their master's/mistress's homes could easily be this temperamental. Not that he was helping the fact by provoking her. ♠
❝... Your destiny will now be shaped by my hands.❞ ❝ Resisting is futile.❞
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 2:22 pm
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▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬█ ▌Sierra Night ▌█ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬
"I'm your slave..."
Might have!? Might have saved her!? Ooh, he was just asking for it! She pulled herself up out of the pool and pulled off her turtleneck sweater, leaving only a wet tank-top on underneath. She wrapped herself in the towel and gave him her worst glares, willing knives to suddenly appear and stab him to death. "Did I ever say I wasn't going?" He had better let her pick the clothes. She didn't want to guess what he'd probably pick out for her. Probably something perverted or ridiculously ugly.
'I'll have to pick out stuff that will embarrass him to buy, like bras, panties, pads, and... and tampons.' She didn't know how to use tampons, but hey, whatever publicly humiliated him. But speaking of bras...
She hugged the towel to herself to warm her up and to help her clothes and hair dry. Now Sierra had to go shopping in wet clothes and wet hair. If only Casper was a little closer to the pool so she could push him in and see how he likes it. "Why not go now? It's not like a hair dryer will dry my clothes by then! What the hell was the point of getting me wet, anyway!"
"..not your friend, and not your lover."
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 9:40 pm
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♚ ℭaspian Levi ♔【 The Leviathan Master 】
❝ Is this all you can do?❞ ❝ How boring.❞
♠ "To see that cute pissed off face of your's~" He answered with a smile. Pulling open a drawer he pulled out a gray baggy sweatshirt in his own size. Yes, this may shock her to the point of death, but he was somewhat modern in a few ways. "Here," he said tossing it over. It would probably be pretty big on her since it was his size and he was a man. "We're going now, but you might as well not get sick from the cold," he commented a bit off-handedly before gesturing at her to follow him. Women and shopping, he'll never understand them. For some reason they seemed to have some sort of affinity with shopping. Then again there were those that really disliked it.
Caspian walked out of the room, stepped over a rubber wall and headed through his house to get to the front doors. He had left his SUV out there in the front after all. A SUV plus a ticked off Sierra equaled either the silent treatment (highly unlikely) or being messed with. That's really all that came to mind when he put himself and Sierra in a small moving space. The Leviathan had to admit it was fun to annoy her. And it was so easy too! It was like playing a harp's strings or something. Her emotions were a bit too taunt, so they always produced begrudging and negative notes. Glancing back to make sure she had followed, ignoring if she tripped over the wall again, Caspian opened the front door to let her walk to the dark blue SUV first. ♠
❝... Your destiny will now be shaped by my hands.❞ ❝ Resisting is futile.❞
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 7:55 pm
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▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬█ ▌Sierra Night ▌█ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬
"I'm your slave..."
Her cheeks turned pink. "SH-SHUT UP!" She almost yelled at him that she wasn't cute just for the sake of arguing, but that would be counter-productive on her part. Sierra just wasn't used to those kinds of comments or response If only she had the galls to murder him in his sleep very painfully... She grabbed the sweatshirt in a jerky motion, tense with anger. "If I do get sick it's your fault, you b*****d!"
Sierra pulled it on over her wet tank-top, not bothering to remove the wet shirt once inside the large sweatshirt. Grey was such a boring color and very unappealing. The thing was way to big on her. If she wanted, Sierra could have pulled her knees into the sweatshirt and her arms. Maybe even her head could fit inside it like some soft-shelled, grey turtle. She kept her hands hidden in the sleeves, only a few fingers popping out to pull the rest of the sweatshirt down to her butt.
With the desperately need for dry clothes that weren't his, she followed, carefully stepping over the wall this time. It was chilly out now and the sweatshirt wasn't all that warm. Aside from her earlier outburst after getting wet, she stayed silent untill she stood next to the SUV. "So... what store are we going to? Wallmart? Or maybe that place people donate old clothes to?"
"..not your friend, and not your lover."
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 11:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 11:16 am
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▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬█ ▌Sierra Night ▌█ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬
"I'm your slave..."
Sierra gave Caspian an annoyed look for not opening the door for her. Then again, she was glad he didn't as she would see him as being more annoying with the niceties. She opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat of the car. "High end clothes? Why the hell would I want to wear a fancy dress? Besides, you don't seem like the party type, much less social butterfly."
The slave racked her brain for someplace she might like. Slaves usually didn't often go shopping for themselves. It was the master who chose the clothes, like her first master. There was rarely anything in that wardrobe but dresses, long skirts, and blouses, none of which Sierra liked, but she supposed they were better than some of the other things she was forced to wear from other masters. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud sneeze. DAMN HIM FOR GETTING HER WET!
"WALL ART AND A MALL, MORON!" There! Now he'd have to go to two places for supplies and clothes.
"..not your friend, and not your lover."
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 1:20 pm
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♚ ℭaspian Levi ♔【 The Leviathan Master 】
❝ Is this all you can do?❞ ❝ How boring.❞
♠ He started to roll the car around and out of his half circle of a drive way wondering how Sierra could even be considered a woman with her lack of desire towards high end clothes. It wasn't just that, he had pretty much offered to get her anything if he offered the best. "Which is why I'm a wasp," he joked at her social butterfly comment without much regard. After all he remembered an old expression that went 'fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee'. Maybe that was reversed, but it was an old memory and it wasn't easy remembering everything right when he needed it. If he had some time he could usually answer any question regarding his past or some past event. Stopping the car at where his driveway met the road, Caspian opened the driver's compartment where various items like sunscreen, a small towel, paper, pencils, pens, and even where a tissue box was.
Of course she chooses a mall.. but wall art? He never has even heard of that before. So obviously she could have to give him directions or they could waste time as he used the GPS. "Where's Wall Art?" he asked with his hands on the wheel, casually leaning back as they just sat there in the SUV. Wall Art Wall Art... has he ever heard of that before? Well either way, he felt like going to the mall wouldn't turn out in his favor. ♠
❝... Your destiny will now be shaped by my hands.❞ ❝ Resisting is futile.❞
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 11:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 2:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 12:33 am
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▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬█ ▌Sierra Night ▌█ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬
"I'm your slave..."
Sierra hopped out of the car, slamming the door as hard as she could, hoping it would dent or something. She followed after him when the car stopped shaking. After his condition for shopping, she quirked a brow. "Weren't you going to anyway?" Follow her, she meant. "And what do you mean "public nuisance!?"
'I'm not a public nuisance! I'm a master's nuisance!'
Her legs worked faster, to get ahead of him. "Fine, do whatever," she muttered, dropping the conversation. Her attitude and actions were like a large dog, trying to take control of the leash and lead it's owner.
Wallmart was cooler inside than the breezy weather outside, making the girl shiver involuntarily upon first entering through the automatic doors. It was his fault she was freezing. Should he ever go to a party or social gathering of any sort, she was definitely going to push him into a pool or something. There was a buzz of chatter in the store, kid-y rides and money-eating machines near wall by the entrance; missing children's posters on the other. She grabbed a cart and pushed it in front of her, head low as if embarrassed to be near Caspian. After a sudden stop, Sierra turned her body so she could look him in the eye with a serious expression. "I...," she began. "I don't know where anything is in this store."
"..not your friend, and not your lover."
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