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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:46 am
Riley Christopher Halse
Master
I know I'm hot
But thank you for noticing. As soon as Altair agreed and held out his arm, Riley nodded and moved forward. He knew he'd have to be quick, for there was no more time to waste. They would track Altair to this spot, and do as much as they could to stop him from leaving. But Riley was having none of that; this man was with him, and was now under his protection... Who ever was giving chase would soon be thrown off.
Riley raised the pocket knife to his arm, not hesitating at all as he slid the sharp blade along his skin just beside the scar. Of course, blood seeped out from the wound, in which Riley seemed to have no reaction to. The smell was burning his nostrils, and he wanted to just have a little taste... but he was able to restrain himself. It was simple to do after so long. The knife was flipped shut and shoved into his pocket, and Riley instantly went to work. His index finger slid into the wound quickly, trying to find the spot where the small device was and.. ah, there it was! Instantly, he scooped it out and held onto it with that hand some, but was also holding onto Altair's bleeding arm.
Riley brought his own free arm up, wrist going to his mouth as he opened it and bit down upon his skin -- fangs sinking in. His own blood began to come from the wound from his fangs, and he quickly pulled his arm away and brought it down to the wound on Altair's arm... pressing his bleeding wrist to it. It would seem like a strange thing to do, but there was a purpose to it. Soon enough, the wound in Altair's arm began to close up until there was nothing left but the scar from when the device was planted in his skin.
The vampire pulled his wrist back, bringing it back to his mouth to lick over his bleeding wound. Soon enough, that wound was closed as well. He let his arm fall, tongue licking at his lips to get the small bit of blood off. Let's just hope the other man wasn't queasy! Heh. Riley held the device up in his fingers, studying it for a long moment. "Mind if we throw them off track?" He smirked, glancing over to a few cars nearby. Oh, yes... plant the bug on a car that was soon to leave, and watch the pursuers chase after the false victim. Me? Conceited? Never.
Okay, maybe just a little.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 12:30 pm
 By God's holy trousers...He flinched for a moment, biting his lip and gritting his teeth. The cut wasn't deep, but the blade was cold as it dug into his skin. He took a deep breath, knowing that the sight of blood didn't bother him quite as much as the biting pain. He was a bit relieved when Riley withdrew the blade, letting out a short sigh for himself. But he wasn't going to disillusion himself into thinking that it was over. Now the other male had to go rooting around in the cut he'd made and dig out the bullet. Which sounded like even more than having his arm get cut open. He braced a bit when Riley's hands returned to his arm, but kept relatively calm in order to keep from jerking away from the other man's grasp and end up only adding to his own pain.
He hissed a bit more prominently when Riley started to dig his finger in, very much unused to the feeling of someone's finger rooting around his tendons. He sighed a breath of relief he didn't know he'd been holding when the man withdrew the little metal bullet, flexing his hand carefully. The sting was still there, but no movement had been impeded, meaning Riley had managed to avoid upsetting any nerves, which he was thankful for. But when he glanced up at Riley, away from his own hand, he was a bit confused as to what exactly the other man was doing.
But rather than question his methods, he simply watched as he proceeded. He wasn't sure what bleeding himself was supposed to do until Riley pressed their two wounds together. The blood stung a bit, but it faded quickly as the scar healed. He stared down in amazement at his now healed arm, looking up at Riley as the other man examined the bullet. "Please, feel free. Anything to keep them off our tails.You seem to have a bright idea," he said, looking over at the car that Riley seemed to have his eye on. Forgive me, on account of me bein' so bleedin' high and so bloody mighty.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 12:39 pm
Riley Christopher Halse
Master
I know I'm hot
But thank you for noticing. The vampire glanced around for a moment to take sight if anyone had approached them yet... but nothing. The poor cats were on their tails, but seemed to be... quite behind now. Riley gripped the bullet in his hand before making his way over to a car and dropping to his knees. His hand went beneath the bumped, fingers fumbling around for a moment before he found the right spot and planted the bug there, making sure it wouldn't fall off with too much movement. But once he was confident it would work, Riley raised himself back to his feet and made his way over to Altair once more. "Alright, let's go. I can tell they're not far behind... and that car will be leaving in a matter of minutes."
With that, he held his arms open for the other man to return to his chest in his hold... so they could continue traveling. The vampire would likely take them to his house, seeing as it was much safer... and closer than any other safe shelter. Sunrise would be here soon enough, and Riley could already feel the egging of his sleep coming. Me? Conceited? Never.
Okay, maybe just a little.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 1:01 pm
By God's holy trousers...He watched Riley work for a moment before glancing around. What Riley had said about someone drawing close was true; though how close he couldn't be sure. But he had that ominous inkling in the back of his mind that someone was coming. He stepped a bit closer to the other man, not wanting a repeat of the previous incident with the shooter. And even though he doubted such a thing would happen so far from the market, and from his safe house, he knew that being too careful would never be to his detriment. When Riley was finished, Altair glanced back at him, listening intently as the other man spoke.
When the man held his arms open, Altair couldn't help but pause for a moment. The man seemed to be wanting to give him a hug rather than spirit him away somewhere. But he knew that there was a difference underneath, and that acting like a child about it wouldn't make it any less awkward. He walked forward with a stiff breath, trying to keep the damn blush off his cheeks. He felt like a swooning woman; running back to the arms of a man. "Alright. Let's get going then. Don't want them to catch up with us, after all," he said, standing unsure with in range of the man's arms. The two times before Riley had just grabbed him. But now, agreeing to the mode of transportation, it felt distinctively different.Forgive me, on account of me bein' so bleedin' high and so bloody mighty.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 1:21 pm
Riley Christopher Halse
Master
I know I'm hot
But thank you for noticing. The smirk reappeared on his face as Altair was hesitant in going into his arms. He knew that before he had just grabbed the human and sprinted, but this time he was giving him the chance to come to the transportation himself. And once altair moved closer to Riley, he smirked and moved closer in return... finally just wrapping his arms around the man's waist and pulling their bodies close. Of course, it was a bit different than before when Riley held onto him... and that was obvious. Brown eyes stared down at Altair, studying his face for a long moment and it looked as if he were actually going to lean down and kiss the man... but that changed. Within seconds, Riley shifted and started sprinting again and taking Altair with him, held tightly against his chest.
It didn't take too long before they arrived in a neighborhood, stopping outside of a house. The house was one-story, not looking too small but not too big for a one level, either. The exterior was white panelling, and the yard looked pretty damn good from what could be told. Of course, seeing as he couldn't take care of his yard during the day, he'd had to hire people to do it for him. The neighbors might be pissy if he started mowing the lawn at 8pm, yeah?
He stopped moving, allowing Altair to regain his balance, but still in Riley's arms. He didn't want the other man falling over or anything, especially with his pain and all that. Besides, he was malnourished... which meant he would be weaker than usual. Riley would surely take care of that, though. He'll feed him plenty and make sure that Altair was feeling better in no time. Me? Conceited? Never.
Okay, maybe just a little. [] I'm gonna make the thread for his house. Do your next post in there. Also: could you post altair's profile in Riley's profile thread? He does kinda own him now... xD So it'll work like that, I guess. []
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 10:21 pm
•Ѵaleria Ѵaltriӽ - Ƚovely Ƚectobliӽ•  `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠The sleek black sports car rolled to a halt in the parking lot outside of the location she had been told of. The driver's side window rolled down to reveal the cold yet lovely features of Valeria, partially obscured by a pair of sunglasses. "So this is the place? she questioned aloud, turning off the engine with a push of a button and sliding out of her vehicle, the doors locking behind her. Almost instinctively the lectoblix reached for a cigarette and before she knew it the smoking cigarette was between her lips. A quick puff, an exhalation of smoke, and scowl. "Hmph. Doesn't look too special to me," Valeria concluded, taking another round of deep puffs from her cigarette before grinding it under the heel of her heeled boot. She walked towards the marketplace, entering through the doors and gazing about at the enormous stock of cages and humanoid creatures. "Let's see if I can't find a toy here," she murmured, a dark smile playing across her lips as she began to browse, gray eyes alert.
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 12:18 am
 xxx We've been dreaming, but who can deny that it's the best way of living: between the truth and the lies. The girl hadn't spoken since she arrived almost three months ago; and she'd barely even moved from the spot she first sat in. The cage was small and placed toward the front of the row, basically putting her up for view first off. The poor thing had never been a slave before -- but here she was, waiting to be purchased by some sadistic looney who wanted a new plaything. Really, she didn't even know that they still sold slaves! But then again, it should only be expected with how screwed up the world still is... But could you really blame one for hoping that things had improved over the years, and that people finally began to be kind and caring?
Kaysie kept her eyes closed, arms wrapped around herself in an attempt to stay warm by trapping her body heat. She'd remained in the corner of the cage since she arrived, and it wouldn't be surprising if her muscles were stiff and damaged. The guards never fed the slaves too much, but they made sure they didn't go completely underweight -- atleast for the females. They made more money off selling women than men, but that's probably because mostly men are the perverted dominants. So, really, Kaysie was just barely underweight. When she first arrived at the market, she hadn't eaten for a full week; afraid that they would give her poison and kill her. But after observing the others quietly, she realized that the food was okay to eat... and eventually just joined in on the meals. They weren't the tastiest meals, but it was food... and could you complain about food when your stomach was arguing with you about it?
A small jacket was around her arms, but it clearly wasn't big enough to keep her warm... seeing as her bare back was showing just above her pants -- maybe about two inches -- and part of her flat stomach was showing. There was a small wound just above her bellybutton; scabbed over. She'd ended up taking out her bellybutton ring due to the cold and the fact that it was growing infected from not being cleaned. The small piece of jewelry sat in her pocket, protected from being lost. All of the slaves were filthy, and she was no different. Her hair was filled with grease from not being washed, and she was dirty -- smelling bad, as well. But it wasn't her fault, just like it wasn't any other slaves fault for having bad hygeine - if the guards would just give them some damn time to wash up, it wouldn't be this bad!
A small sigh escaped her, eyes opening for a moment to give a glance up to the night sky, before closing once more. Her head leaned back, resting against the bars of her cage in which her back was leaned against as well. The poor girl wanted to give up; just die already. If frostbite didn't take her appendages, then she would sure just freeze to death eventually. "What did I do to deserve this..." Her voice was just a whisper as she spoke to herself. Had karma gotten to her? Had somebody wanted revenge for something she did to them? Kaysie used to be happy and giddy, but now she was quiet and closed-off. Could someone really blame her, though? 
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 6:39 pm
•Ѵaleria Ѵaltriӽ - Ƚovely Ƚectobliӽ• `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠As the lectoblix strolled down aisle after aisle, the main emotion that clouded her mind was dissapointment. Very few of the slaves kept here sparked her interest, and fewer had the attitude she was looking for. Something that wouldn't talk more than necesary, would obey commands, and would keep her company... that was what Valeria sought out. A scowl creased her features as she rounded another corner to begin her search on the next aisle. Then, a murmur met her sensitive ears, and drew her attention to a blonde girl sitting in a cage, her appearance forlorn. A faint smirk tugging a corner of her lips, Valeria approached the cage and folded her arms, eyes scanning over the girl within. She was rather pretty, she could give her that, and held a few charms and collars the lectoblix wouldn't mind having in a slave. After taking a moment to fully inspect the girl, Valeria cleared her throat, ready to address her. "The only thing you did to get in here was have bad luck, probably," the lectoblix answered the question the girl had asked herself. She leaned an elbow casually against the top of the cage. "What's your name, kid?" Valeria asked casually, inspecting her nails in a nonchalant manner. `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☠
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 7:57 pm
Araneshi ♪♫"Nan`e"xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx« «“There are 4 kinds of Homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy.”
ஆ Nan`e watched quietly as the activities within the market had began to pick up the pace. The slaves that had been looming around the market with her were quietly being approached and were most likely to be gone within the next hour or so. What a pity. The harpy girl had no need for any of these trivial humans to take her. It didn't matter to her.
Araneshi quietly laid down in her cage, bulbous wings sifting with rattles and shakes as she moved towards the grimy bottom. A soft sigh left her lips. How long was she to be bound here in this miserable place? It would only be a matter of time. She would keep telling herself that, but when a few months would go by, Nan`e could only wonder about why she hasn't been taken yet.
Large, plum colored eyes looked quietly onto people's feet as she waited laying down. Her wings tugged against the chains annoyingly but that didn't matter. At this point, she was more interested in the other master's feet than she was at her wings.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:11 pm
 Cold, murky eyes with a spark of fire glared at everything around her, be it living or not. Ana accused the world with her glare of her predicament, even though she knew she was the one at fault. She hadn't even left herself time to grieve, and now she was trapped in this place. She took no notice of those around her, not wishing nor aiming to be taken as a toy. She was royalty, damnit, and she would be treated as such.
Her legs folded under her, Ana slid her hands across her skirt, smoothing out invisible wrinkles. She held herself proudly, knowing - hoping - that someone would find her and free her before she was bought and sold like a piece of art at auction.Collar: Red
Charms: Crown, Ballet Shoe, Microphone, Paintbrush
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 7:11 am
xxx We've been dreaming, but who can deny that it's the best way of living: between the truth and the lies. Green eyes opened, head lowering some so she could look fully at the woman who stood in front of her. Did she dare comment something so... rude? Kaysie hadn't said anything to the woman, and she just butted her way into something that stabbed like a knife. Bad luck was something she'd never had before -- not until the robbery and kidnapping. Her parents still didn't know where she was, even after so long... and truthfully, neither did she. A slave market was all the girl could gather, but nothing more. People came and went, taking others with them sometimes. It was all she could gather after such a short time here.
The question made her eyes narrow just a bit, but she didn't refuse an answer. Kaysie opened her mouth, speaking in a raspy voice that surely hadn't been used in a while. "Kaysie.." A charm on her neck -- a microphone... She was quite the singer, indeed. But her voice had gone after two months of not using it, and in order to be able to show off her talents, she would need a lot of practice. In any attempt now, the poor girl would sound absolutely horrible and the charm would be taken from her neck until she could prove otherwise. Green eyes studied the woman still, almost unsure about what was going to happen. She'd had people approach her cage before, but none seemed to interested until now. If Kaysie was bought, where was she to go? She hadn't had a master before, so one could consider her a 'virgin slave.'
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 1:10 pm
 я ø s ą r і a
"Rosie" I've been waiting so long for these words to come out,
It's practically all I've been thinking about...⊹⊱╰☆╮⊰⊹
Light blue eyes gazed quietly from dark rimmed lids upon the marketplace from underneath a silvery cage. The small framed woman that inhabited the cage was definitely the oldest one in the entire marketplace at that point; a ripe age of 23. She was over the teen years but not yet into the adult years; stuck somewhere in the middle inside some kind of awkward aged purgatory.
Rosie couldn't care anything less about her odds of being 'bought'. All she wanted back was her guitar.
She had been sitting in that God awful cage for so long now, that it was almost suffocating to watch the people move past her everyday and not even be acknowledged. She never liked too much attention, but right now on the inners of her brain, she was crying for it. She wanted to go home. She wanted to go back to her boyfriend. To go back to the City. To her little apartment with her animals. To playing/begging on the street. To modeling. To taking pictures. Anything that didn't involve her being in this freaking caged.
Rosie lulled her head back on the cold bars and rolled her eyes as a woosh of air expelled from her lips.
"Of course, everything is always too good to be true...Why the hell haven't I learned that by now?!"
Rosie simply pondered that very notion for a while. Why did she always take the bait for everything? Was it because she had a good heart? Was it because she always wanted everything to be perfect? If there was one thing that she knew, Rosaria always wanted everything to go her way. If she got a chance to make everything perfect in the world, she would take that first opportunity to make the world right. If that means giving up a meal or two for a needy family, she wouldn't hesitate.
Many more people had it worse than her. But at this point, she might be the one that needs the help. So thank you for finding the words I couldn't find on my own,
Now I'm not alone... -----------------  -----------------  ----------------- 
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:44 pm
•Ѵaleria Ѵaltriӽ - Ƚovely Ƚectobliӽ• `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠Valeria frowned slightly at hearing the girl's voice, not at the name but at the general rasp to it. Surely she had been maltreated here, or had not spoken in some time... either way, it did sound quite unpleasant. Clearing her throat, the lectoblix turned her cold eyes upon the slaver. "Get this girl some water, would you? Sounds like she hasn't had anything to drink in weeks," she demanded of the slaver, who obliged at hearing the venom in her voice. While it was being fetched, Valeria turned oddly pitying eyes upon the girl Kaysie. "I take it he hasn't treated you well here," she observed, more making conversation than anything. "Wanna get out of here? I can get you out of this godforsaken place for a price." Valeria turned her eyes over the landscape of iron and concrete, despair and agony, sorrow and rage, and frowned heavily. Such a place was unbearable, and to be a prisoner here would be something she simply couldn't imagine having to bear through. The slaver returned with a shaking hand holding a glass of water. Narrowing her eyes at the man, she swiped the cup from his hand and crouched down, supporting herself against the bars of the cage with one hand and offering the cup filled with pristine water to the girl through the bars with another. "Go ahead, you must be parched." Odd that already she was caring to be kind to Kaysie when all she had from her was a name. Eh, it never hurt to gain some trust from the girl, especially if she would be going home with her. `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☠
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:53 pm
xxx We've been dreaming, but who can deny that it's the best way of living: between the truth and the lies. Kaysie was hesitant on taking the water from the lady, unsure of whether or not it would be a good idea to trust even such a small action. But then again, could anyone blame her? She'd been taken hostage and sold into a slave market within days of the robbery... She'd spoken to none of the others slaves since she arrived, and only spoke up to those who asked her questions. She'd found out what it was like to disobey someone already, even if it wasn't one of the people at this specific place. But after a long moment of hesitation, she reached a hand out to gently take the glass. Her hand was pale, the tips of her fingers turning blue from the cold. But she managed to take the cup in one hand, only to bring the other hand out and support it as well. She did not want to drop the glass and lose her only chance of hydration.
Upon taking the glass, Kaysie slowly put the object to her lips and took a deep gulp of the water. It felt amazing to have liquid once again flowing down her throat. She'd gotten water before from the guards, but not enough to keep her healthy and hydrated. It only took seconds before the water was finished off, and she gently handed the cup back to the lady. "Thank you." Already, the girl was beginning to sound better. It would be a miracle if she hadn't caught a cold or anything from being out in this freezing weather.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 6:05 pm
•Ѵaleria Ѵaltriӽ - Ƚovely Ƚectobliӽ• `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´ ☠Valeria offered a faint smile at the thanks she was given by the girl, nodding her head to Kaysie before she pushed the glass towards the slaver. "Some more, if you would." With the slaver quickly scurrying off to go refill the now-empty cup, Valeria squatted on her hams to get a better look at Kaysie, maintaining her balance perfectly even in her heeled boots, dark jeans still complimenting her every curve even as she was positioned in such a way. "The name's Valeria. Valeria Valtrix," she introduced herself, curling the fingers of one hand round one of the metal bars. A slight smile more similar to a smirk than anything appeared on her face. "If you wanna, I can get you out of here, make sure no sick b*****d tries to buy you. Sounds good, hmm?" For some reason, Valeria felt for Kaysie, fragile and cold in her cage, as once she had been impoverished and unfortunate enough to have to endure the cold. That was all before she had left her parents and made a life for herself. A life of crime, sure, but better than sleeping under a bridge, right? The slaver returned and gave the refilled glass to Valeria, who offered it to Kaysie. "Drink up. I'll talk to this guy about a price," she instructed the girl, standing up and folding her arms as she faced the slaver. "How much for this girl here?" she demanded, sounding irrate and impatient. `•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☠`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´☠
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