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 Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 12:40 pm
Wow, cool. Such slavery. Much sad. Very torture. Wynnie swung her legs back and forth as she sat upon her bed, humming a little tune to herself as she looked down at her collar. 'Its like I'm a little puppy,' she thought to herself with a small smile adorning her pale, heart-shaped lips. She didn't seem too fazed or angry like some others would, in fact she was curious about this whole thing. Like, did you just buy people? Was that even legal? And she swore to God almighty she saw not people but literally fantasy creatures while she was guided to her room. However, she saw humans, too, and a couple being checked out as she was settled down in her room, her new life. She wondered what her mother was doing. There probably wasn't a big thing over her going on, anyway. Her mom wouldn't really care. Hell, she was twenty-three, not sixteen, it wasn't like her mom wouldn't suspect she wanted to start her own life and leave behind the leech known as her mother behind. "Boring, boring, boring.." she whispered to herself, getting up to pace around the room. When was someone going to at least talk to her? When was she allowed to do something? She'd cook, clean, whatever, she just didn't wanna circle her room forever. She couldn't stand staying in one place. How long was she going to be here? Was she allowed to talk to other slaves? See them? She thought she was going to be placed in some sort of cage, not a room nicer than her actual freaking house.
She stopped in front of a mirror and sat down in the chair in front of it, observing herself. There was a selection of clothing she could choose since her former attire was too revealing since she just got out of work, so she had to choose something decent. There were pretty dresses and jeans and shirts she'd never be able to afford. But she merely picked an extremely baggy cream sweater and a pair of light-washed denim high waisted shorts. She had to tuck the sweater in front to make sure it didn't cover her legs, to show that indeed she was wearing shorts. The sweater slid off both shoulders and was a v-neck, her neck, shoulders, and a small amount of her chest were exposed, her pale skin noticeable. It wasn't like she was particularly pale, her skin merely seemed to glow, not in that bronze way tan woman would glow, but her skin gave her a more doll-like appearance, along with her large eyes clad with heavy, dark eyelashes, her heart-shaped lips and extremely long dark, wavy hair that reached her bum. The girls over at work always loved to braid it and tease it, seeing how much it could take, but Talwyn was glad it could finally have a break. She observed herself more, taking time to notice her small hands and feet and figure. She never noticed the tiny details of herself. She'd seen herself in a mirror many times. Only with heavy, dark eye makeup and red lipstick; not always red, crazy colors, sometimes purple, black, hell, she'd even had green lipstick once. She noticed a few freckles on her nose and her rosy cheeks, deciding she liked her natural self better. She'd never really noticed herself without her crazy, heavy makeup. Her hair was up in a bun, bangs out in a fringe that made her look a little less tired and youthful but her figure said otherwise. She was short too, she realized, standing at 5'4; not a very intimidating height, but looks were deceiving, especially in Talwyn's case.
She noticed she had slight bags under her eyes due to lack of sleep; Talwyn was never a person who liked to sleep at night, she usually preferred morning naps after she got to watch the sun rise. Well, she thought to herself, might as well do something interesting. Wait. But there was nothing really interesting to do.. oh.
▆ »» ❋ emotion calm
▆ »» ❋ location in her room
▆ »» ❋ company n/a
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 7:56 am
THE ONLY ONES WHO HAVE SEEN THE END OF WAR ARE THE DEADOnlyXXXXXXthe DeadXXXXXXHave seenXXXXXXThe End
OnlyXXXXXXthe DeadXXXXXXHave seenXXXXXXThe End
OnlyXXXXXXthe DeadXXXXXXHave seenXXXXXXThe EndXXXXXXXXXXRIKU KUROSAWAXXXXXXXXXXNINJA|With: Brother & company---Guard---female slave | Going to view slave | Talking & walking
OOC: Boop :3 
Riku's sandals slapped the side walk as got out of the vehicle. The sun was in his face and he turned and all but glowered at Kyo, his younger brother who had insisted on tagging along for god knows what reason. His disapproval of it was clear in the deep frown he wore which seemed almost permanent. "Hey, I'm curious alright? I've never really seen a slave be bought before." His grinning brother explained, as he climbed out of their transportation. They actually didn't really use vehicles, but Riku had insisted they at least act like normal people and travel by car to the establishment. No one really needed to know they were ninja. If they found out, good for them, but he wasn't really trying to draw attention to himself for no reason. not if he could help it. They had somewhat disagreed about the proper attire to wear for this type of business. In the end they just went with the usual kimono and wooden sandals, nothing too eye catching about that, other than the fact that they were Asian and that wasn't a big deal. Besides, he would not put a suit and tie on for this sort of thing, it seemed ridiculous and there likely was no one in that building worthy of seeing him in a suit.
A slight sigh dragged out of him. "Just shut up and let me do the talking, since this is my errand, not yours." Kyo held his hands up. "Alright, alright, have it your way." Riku turned away and headed for the building, arms crossed. "Maybe if you are quiet I can forget periodically that you are here." Kyo laughed, though any other person would have been offended.
Inside they looked around. "Pretty fancy place isn't it. It's....uh....not what I would expect. Isn't it a bit nice for a slave...store?" Fancy was right, was this odd, Riku didn't think so. Not really. This place was the best of the best from what he had heard--for their establishment to look like this wasn't exactly surprising.
The went to the front desk and checked in. They gave Riku a form, which annoyed him because he had to take the time to fill it out, then once it was reviewed a bellboy came to fetch him. But not before being asked if he had weapons on his person, he and his brother exchanged a look, and he and Kyo both ended up emptying their 'pockets' so to speak. They were armed but it was nothing compared to what they normally carried.
He told Kyo to stay behind and wait for him to come back.
The bellboy led him around, and told him a bit about the building, at least...what he knew. And then Riku was handed over to a guard, who was perhaps intimidating enough to keep a slave in line, but didn't faze him. The guard eyeballed him a bit, probably making assumptions about him inside his mind, but Riku didn't much care for the little survey he was given as he looked around the halls and its many doors...wondering if they all were occupied. The guard did cough up a bit of info about who Riku was being brought to meet, so for that he was useful. The girl sounded pretty ordinary, he wondered if he'd be satisfied with her, if not he supposed he could whip her into shape. Hopefully he'd have the patience to do so.
After a while they stopped. The guard indicated that this was her room. Coming before the door he stopped and knocked twice while Riku stood passively behind him. "Comin' in." The guard called out, a type of warning, instead of just bulldozing inside and giving the girl a heart attack. Slowly he opened the door, and there was nothing more for Riku to do than to step inside. Once he was, the guard slowly closed the door behind him.
Riku looked at the girl, and at first didn't say much of anything, he was busy examining her. So this was her, Miss....., whatever her name is. It seemed he had already forgotten. He took a step, sandals sinking into the pulse carpeting. "What's your name Miss?" he said as he started to circle her, as if trying to figure out if she fit the role. Though one would think he was looking at a purebred dog or even a horse.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:29 am
Groaning, she flopped on her bed. There was literally nothing to do. She really hoped one of the guards would come in to give her breakfast or lunch or something so she could actually have a nice conversation. They were usually busy and only stayed for a small conversation, a simple 'hi, how was your day' and 'good, how was yours' but even a little human interaction pleased Talwyn. Hearing footsteps near her door, she bolted upwards, eyes hopeful, but they passed her door. "Are you kidding me?" she sighed in disappointment, crossing her arms and kicking her feet back and forth, banging against the bed. Eventually it hurt her legs and the noise was annoying so she stopped before she drove herself insane. It was a week since she came here, did it really take that long for someone to at least look at her? She bet everyone else was already taken to their new homes, and it made her anxious thinking about it further. She had a habit of overthinking things and panicking, but you couldn't really blame her since she had no-one panic over her except for herself. Her dad used to care until she got older and more angsty, reaching the teen years.
Another pair of footsteps, this time it felt like they were walking towards her room and she bounced lightly on her bed, violet-blue eyes wide as she held her breath. "Comin' in," she heard as the door creaked open and she smiled a little grin at the guard before her eyes trailed to the unfamiliar man that just entered. The first thing she noted was that he was tall- however, she wasn't fazed by that because most everyone was taller than her, especially men. She remembered a six foot seven man that came at work and the girls insisted to take a picture with him. She examined him as he examined her, a curious look in her large eyes. He had an interesting hair color, blueish-purpleish.. oh dear god hopefully he wasn't one of those fantasy creatures. She then noticed his eyes, green, and his skin was on the paler side, like hers, and he was dressed in a kimono and was wearing wooden shoes.. sandal thingies. He began to circle her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, making her shift slightly and pulled up her sweater to cover her shoulders, but it slid off to one side instead of both.
Well, he called her miss, that seemed polite enough. "Talwyn, a lot of people call me Tal but I prefer Wynnie." she replied, a little on the cautious side. She spoke to him more casually, like she was talking to an acquaintance instead of a potential master, but she was new to all this, so she didn't quite know how to react. "And your name is?" she arched a dark, sculpted eyebrow at him, tilting her head as she looked up at the man, her legs slightly swishing back and forth to create some sort of movement. She seemed restless, which she was, itching to move, but she didn't think this was the right time to stand up and walk around.
▆ »» ❋ emotion curious, excited
▆ »» ❋ location in her room
▆ »» ❋ company riku
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 6:54 pm
THE ONLY ONES WHO HAVE SEEN THE END OF WAR ARE THE DEADOnlyXXXXXXthe DeadXXXXXXHave seenXXXXXXThe End
OnlyXXXXXXthe DeadXXXXXXHave seenXXXXXXThe End
OnlyXXXXXXthe DeadXXXXXXHave seenXXXXXXThe EndXXXXXXXXXXRIKU KUROSAWAXXXXXXXXXXNINJA|With: female slave | Viewing slave | Talking & walking in a circle around her
OOC: ^___^
"Talwyn, huh?" What kind of name was that? Nevermind, it did not matter, though it reminded him of some kind of country bumpkin or something.
Well she didn't look that delicate maybe he could work with her. Hearing her speak to him he stopped his circling to stand directly in front of her. "Riku Kurosawa." He stated. "I plan to purchase you if you don't prove to be useless." He looked her up and down some more. "Please do state your good points--your capabilities. I would like to hear them so I can judge you on your level of usefulness." Yes, perhaps it sounded absolutely absurd that he had said such a thing but he had been serious. He needed to know if she was useful. He did not much like pathetic people. He had seen quite a few of them, like the women who worked in his house tending to the house chores. They got flustered over the littlest things and tripped frequently. He could not be bothered.
He needed someone a bit more tolerable then the people who worked for him thus far. That way he wouldn't have to deal with such clumsiness.
She seemed fairly well behaved by the looks of it, so maybe she wouldn't be too much of a bother to deal with. He liked women who listened to him and did not argue. They were the best to have around.
He circled her a bit more, taking in her frame. She didn't seem to have 'bird bones.' Maybe he could get away with teahcing her a few useful tricks if he had to. If she would let him.
"I can be a critic. I will admit it to you know. If you are sensitive you'd have to suck it up a bit with me. I don't take well to tears." At least not at first. He didn't tend to comfort strangers, it was when he knew someone for a little while that he was more approachable and considerate to them. But she wouldn't know that. He would likely seem like an a** to her at first, but that was fine by him. He was used to being the target of other people's criticism. Even back in the village people talked about him as if through the grape vine, saying he was too hard on his young pupils. He had to be, they would never learn if he wasn't. His family were the most important members of the clan so they shouldn't doubt him. He had years of skill under his belt.
He expected this female not to take well to him either. They never quite did this early on.
As he looked at her he tried to examine her, read her. Such a youthful face she had. Much about her reminded him of an ordinary girl. She did not seem like the kind of person you would find here. She looked like someone may have picked her up from some poor village, put her in a vehicle and shipped her off to this shop. She stood out, her personalty seemed a bit more pleasant than what he had expected either. She wasn't like the more experienced slave 'veterans' who had a deep rooted distrust for potential masters, because they knew what kind of masters existed in this world. No, this one seemed a bit more on the innocent side, like she had yet to see the ugly side of life. Part of him wondered if she even knew what this kind of life was like. Had she had a master before? She looked 'untouched' to him, like she hadn't been struck or scolded...yet.
"How did someone like you end up in a place like this? Have you been here long?" He asked, without thinking it through. He hadn't know he was going to say that aloud believe it or not, it had simply come out of his mouth. He was quite curious.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 3:48 pm
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It was...well, quite honestly, she had no idea how she'd gotten here. Looking around, Linnea bit her lip. The room was nice, elegant, but she had no idea what was going on. The last thing she remembered was being in the hospital and agreeing to some...some deal. Selling herself, not like a prostitute, but a...a slave, the woman had said. Her debts would all be paid and she would go live with someone. After that, the young woman wasn't really sure had happened. Thomas had taken over, angry that she'd done it, but she hadn't had much other choice. No job, no home, no family except Thomas. She could never be lonely with him, at least. He was her rock and while she didn't know what happened when he was in control, she knew he kept her safe and wouldn't let her be hurt anymore. But when he was the dominant one...she knew she was in danger and worried he'd be hurt, that they would be separated somehow...there were so many fears that ran across her mind as he took control and kept her away from the life she'd had to choose.
What had happened?
Well, the woman had taken her to a friend of her's, an older man who wanted a pretty girl around. Nothing too awful, nothing lecherous, but Thomas hadn't wanted his sister to have to suffer at all. He was determined she not remember being a slave, being a thing to other people, anymore. They had both had enough of that. Two years passed with that man, before he grew tired of 'her' bad habits and sold her, like a dog he didn't want to care for anymore. And so on, and so forth. In the end, Linn had lost seven years of her life, bits and pieces in her mind when he let her take control, but the memories of being an object to people were lost to her, her brother shouldering the weight of slavery. He was the protector, the shield, and he felt like he'd failed her. There were already too many terrible memories in her mind and he was determined there wouldn't be any more.
That was unfortunate for the man in the shop who had come in to look at the slave. He couldn't figure out why a human girl had a chain and looked at her skeptically. She certainly wasn't sitting like a lady at all and her profile was...confusing. Full of contradictions that made no sense at all. She was looking at him disdainfully, as if judging him. So he came over and grabbed onto her arm, jerking her up. And then - "Get the hell off my sister!" the girl snarled, jerking back. If he could have, Thomas would have burned him up. As it was, all he could do was a brief flare that caused the man's sleeve to catch fire. He ran out, screaming and complaining, and Thomas smirked. It was all in a day's work.
The next day, someone had decided to come in and buy the girl without even looking at her. So a guard had come to get her, while Linnea chewed on her lower lip and felt sick to her stomach, not even knowing what was going on. The walk felt like it was taking forever and she fidgeted a bit, wishing she could ask the guard who was buying her. She had barely stepped into the lobby, however, when the man found out the price and decided it was too high. Heaving a sigh when she realized that meant she was going back to her room - partly relieved, truth be told - the young woman began to head back to the elevator with the guard. She heard a voice, however, a little girl's voice, and she raised her head in confusion. What was a little girl doing here?
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 9:22 pm
 ~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~ ~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~ℳood: Curious ℒocation: Hôtel des Esclaves Øutfit: Butterflies, Flowers, and Bunnies, Oh My!"How pretty!" Feng Mei-Lin blinked up at the large building she stood in front of in awe, hugging her stuffed bunny to her chest. People came and went from the place, most of them ignoring her presence; one or two stopped and stared at her, no doubt wondering why a little girl would be in a place like this. Some might have even been looking at her in a sort of... predatory way, but didn't dare try anything near this establishment.
The little red-head was innocently oblivious to all the speculation. She was certain she would find her mother in this place! Skipping up the rest of the way to the front door, the little girl pulled open the door all by herself and walked inside. Once inside, she stopped and stared yet again, blinking bright blue eyes at the new scenery.
A clearing of a throat drew her attention forward, and Mei-Lin blinked at the nice lady that was sitting behind a desk. "May I help you, Miss?" the nice lady asked in a friendly voice, offering her a smile. The little red-head returned the smile, revealing a gap where she had lost a tooth, and she walked up to the desk. "Is my mommy here?" she asked boldly.
The nice lady blinked as if she hadn't been expecting that sort of question. "I don't know, sweetie," she said a little hesitantly, "What is your mommy's name?" Mei-Lin blinked slightly before answering honestly, "Mommy..." She looked around at her surroundings again, and then asked before the nice lady could ask anymore questions, "What is this place?"
The lady blinked again, as if not expecting that sort of question either, before answering, "It's a... Well, it's a slave shop..." Mei-Lin tilted her head to the side slightly, blinking again as she asked, "What's a slave?" There was a brief pause as the lady carefully considered her words, "Sometimes people buy other people to... help them with something." The little girl's eyes brightened at this explanation, and she asked eagerly, "Would a slave help me find my mommy?!"
"I suppose one might, if it is possible..." was the reply, which caused Mei-Lin to jump up and down and shout excitedly, "Yay! I want a slave! I want a slave!" The nice lady then helped her fill out paperwork, patiently listening to the little girl prattle on and on. Finally, they were able to come up with a list of slaves.
"Now, let's get someone to take you up..." the nice lady said, looking around the lobby until she spotted a guard leading a slave back toward the elevators. "Hey!" she called out, running over to intercept before they got to the elevator, "I need you to take this little girl up to see these slaves!" She shoved the list of slaves she had come up with into the man's hands while he protested. "But I have to take this slave back to her rooms..." he started to say, but was interrupted by the nice lady, "It's on the way, and you know it! You're the closest guard around, and there is no way I'm letting her go up by herself!"
The nice lady turned and waved Mei-Lin over while the guard grumbled something under his breath, and the little girl reluctantly came over and took the man's hand, hugging her bunny with her free arm while they were lead to the elevator. The little red-head peered curiously around the man at the slave on his other side while they waited for the elevator. "Hi!" she said cheerfully, "My name is Mei-Lin! What's yours?"
Mei-Lin pulled free from the guard's grasp and went to stand in front of the young lady, blinking up at her. "You're pretty!" she exclaimed, then looked at the man towering behind her and said, "And you're... very big!" The guard seemed to look confused, but the little girl ignored him while she continued to stare at the duo. She had never seen a man so tall; he was bigger than her brother, Jin! And she reeeally liked the lady's eyes...
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:07 pm
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When the little girl introduced herself to her, Linnea was about to return the favor when she suddenly addressed Thomas. The twins' eyes widened and they exchanged a glance - no one could see her brother except her, she had learned that very early on, and not to mention him to anyone unless she wanted them to think she was insane. Pausing in surprise, the young woman looked down at the girl in shock, wondering what she was. Human? Then again, she assumed anything that looked human was human - a bad habit, since she was hardly used to the idea that there were so many other creatures parading around as humans, after all.
Not yet, anyway.
Running a hand through her hair, she crouched down and gave the girl a smile. "Thank you, Mei-Lin. I think you're very pretty too," she said with a smile. "My name is Linnea. And that's my brother, Thomas. He's like...an imaginary friend." It was hard to offer any sort of explanation, with the guard watching them with sharp eyes behind his glasses. After all...her brother was a secret, she thought. Standing behind his sister, the young man gave the little girl a wave, an amused grin on his face. What a little girl would want with someone like them, neither could imagine. After all, they were dangerous and weren't even likely to be sold to someone so young.
What was a little girl doing in a place like this, anyway?
Curiosity made her ask, arms on her knees. "What are you doing here, Mei-Lin? Are you looking for someone?" Linnea asked. It was the only thing she could think of, since the girl looked too young to want an actual slave like the other people here. She ignored the guard's dirty looks, showing absolutely no hostility towards the little girl. Mei-Lin was hardly a danger, after all, and it was ludacris to think that the young woman would hurt her. Instead she was relaxed, although she kept the man who had wanted to buy her in the corner of her eye. He looked like he was complaining and she was worried he'd become aggressive and come over to try to grab at her. That wouldn't go well and Thomas was keeping himself between the man and his sister.
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