The sightless one... The weak one... Why am I so when the world turns a blind eye on what's important?
She sat straight in the carriage with her hand folded in her lap. Her face soft and staring blankly into the carriage space. Her tail remained by her side, sleek and unwavering. Her cat ears listened out even though she was basically a statue in the box. This was how her life was. The role of a princess. On the outside, she was to be the perfect and calm. The inside, she was nervous and raging. It would never surface in front of them though, those of her land. It would be another means to called weak. As she traveled through the areas with only her maid Eleanor as company, she wondered as to why they traveled to theses lands just to full fill the role of a bodyguard. They at this moment headed for Hotel des Esclaves just to get a slave for this role. Of all things really her parents decision was making her unease. Surely a guard could do this. They didn't have to make another watch over her. Eleanor could scare any assassins away.
“Princess Velia we will be arriving shortly.” Eleanor told. It meant to be on her best behavior and so forth.
Velia nodded calmly as she wished she wasn't there. Her parents could have done this themselves really and just sent the poor soul to deal with her and Eleanor. At that moment she wondered why they even allowed her out. She supposed she should be grateful for being allowed out of her home. The carriage slowed as they came to the hotel. She was to stay behind Eleanor and let her lead so that none would see the blind neko. Velia kept calm as she rose out and exited out of the carriage her white gown flowed out before her. The neko sighed at the dress. It would make her trip really. Then, everyone would learn of her blindness. Eleanor was off already. The way she walked and lead on—who was the real princess here.
They entered calmly hearing the greeting from the woman greet them and the process of paper work began. Velia took it and smiled at the braille and read on. Eleanor informed her of what was to be expected.Velia nodded before filling out the requirements of the bodyguard. She then read more and decided that she wanted a few things of her own dropping them in without letting Eleanor see. The cat carefully stood and eased her way towards the desk with Eleanor huffing and puffing about her getting up and trying to walking it over. Velia grimaced at her, “Oh right. Sorry, I forgot Eleanor.” A lie distracted her while she slipped the paper to the woman. Soon there was a list of slaves in her hands and she was off into a hall with Eleanor tugging her along. “Easy now we are heading into their quarters. I think I should handle this part. This way they will not try anything with you.” Eleanor said.
Velia shook her head, “They will think me not of a master and they will show disrespect first thing Eleanor.” Velia wasn't sure of her words, but she figured it would give Eleanor pause and come to the same conclusion. Velia kept her serene face as Eleanor nodded. She grinned inside before she was allowed to walk on by herself. There was a guard with her from the hotel who cared not for her lack of eye sight as long as she was safe. She was free for a while at least. The rooms came and went. She should have signed velvet or leather. She left that blank and that gave her so many slaves that were not going to be easy on her. Velia smiled thinking how fun it was going to be at her home if the slave was allowed to stay. Velia went on her fingers skimming over the list. She found the next door which on the list was Levial Euphoria, Velia shrugged. Her fingers knocked once before feeling for the door knob before turning it. Thankfully the guard was with her and helped her a bit entering. Velia entered stopping after closing the door. “ Hello.” Velia asked sounding like she was questioning more then anything.
Who are the sightless ones? The ones who follow without a word? The ones that judge within a moment?
YuukimuraSaito
Sorry for the wait.
Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 9:59 pm
we aren't all the same.... some of us truly don't care... some of us would love to see.. the true death.
....and some of us don't need ...to be read like a book ..to know the truths .we hide inside
As the sun rose, Watts, the butler, strode silently up the stairwell to his masters bedroom. Straightening a few pictures on the walls of the mansion, Watts took his precious time, knowing that it was going to be a struggle to wake Aries. Knocking on the door, he heard Aries groan and move slightly. Watts stepped inside and headed for the shutters. Opening them wide, Aries groaned a little more, pulling the cover over his head to block out the blinding light from the window. "Close the shutters!" Aries demanded, groaning loudly. "Master Aries, it is time to wake. You've got to get ready for the trip to town." the butler demanded back in return. "Ugh! Fine, I'm up." Sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Aries stretched slightly groaning in the process. Standing to his feet Aries watched as Watts made his way to the dresser and began picking an appropriate outfit for the young master to wear to town. "You do realize that I can choose my own attire right?" Aries asked, slightly sarcastic. "Yes sir, but you do realize that what you wear isn't appropriate for a master, correct?" Watts sarcastically replied, grinning slightly at Aries' stunned facial expression. "Oh, you are hilarious, Watts." Aries chuckled before walking to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, Aries ran a warm shower, stripping his night clothes down, stepped inside. 'Ah, perfection.' he thought to himself, closing his eyes and letting the water run over his young face.
Aries grabbed the shampoo and began washing his hair, rinsing and conditioning next. He quickly but thoroughly washed his body and rinsed himself off. Turning the water off, Aries stepped out of the shower onto the small green rug and grabbed his towel, drying himself completely. Aries tied the towel around his lower body and walked out into his bedroom. Watts had left his clothes sitting on the bed, and went to make his breakfast. 'Hopefully it'll be something besides eggs and bacon this morning.' He thought to himself, pulling on the black boxer briefs and blue jeans left on the bed. Next he pulled on his favorite blue long sleeve sweatshirt with the superman symbol and his black jacket. Pulling on his socks, Aries almost face planted directly into his bedpost, but that was the consequence of trying to put socks on while standing up. "That would not have been very fun." he mumbled under his breath, sitting on his bed. The shoes of choice were yellow and light red high tops. His favorite sneakers. "Gotta look good for picking out a new companion." he said confidentially.
After checking how he looked in the mirror, Aries walked downstairs and went into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast, Watts?" he asked, praying it was not bacon and eggs. "Well since you decided to take an our to get ready for the day, I will give you toast, eggs, and sausage." he replied greasing the skillet. "Alright, sounds good." Aries said, walking out onto the patio where his coffee was waiting. Sipping the hot coffee, Aries looked out into the garden pleased with the new renovations. He imported a brand new fountain from France to sit directly in the middle of the garden, surrounded by white, red, yellow, and pink roses. Roses were his favorite flower, seemed weird to most, but he absolutely loved them. His garden was full of them.
Watts came striding through the patio door hold Aries' breakfast. Sitting it in front of him he demanded that Aries quickly ate in order to get to town in time. Aries grubbed out, and brought the dishes back inside. "Alright, I'm ready to go Watts." He said, walking to the front door, Watts following quickly behind him. Watts opened the door, and Aries stepped outside, "Such a beautiful day," he began, "hopefully it will end well." he then said, walking to the limo. Sitting inside, Watts closed the front door, then his, and sat in the driver seat. Taking off Aries stared out of the window for what felt like three hours until they arrived in town. Watts opened Aries' door. Stepping out Aries walked to the door of the shop and went in to the front desk. The man sitting at the front desk pulled up a window on his screen and began asking questions.
"Name." "Aries. Aries Blackwell." "Race." "Human." "Age." "Nineteen." "Orientation." "Bisexual." "Looking for." "Someone loving, caring, sweet. Someone who wouldn't mind cuddling. A virgin. Innocent. Possibly rare." "Rarities on the second floor please. Thank you very much for checking in." "Thank you, sir. Have a nice day." "You do the same, sir."
Aries stepped out of the office and headed for the second floor. Upon arrival upstairs, Aries immediately was caught by a beautiful male sitting in his room. Walking over to the room, Aries' read his file. 'Lovely.' he thought to himself. "Hello there. What's your name?" he asked politely, watching the male in awe. He was absolutely gorgeous. "Might I say, you are incredibly gorgeous." he spoke, his words gentle and sweet. He practically purred whilst saying those words. 'I do believe I've found the one for me. An instant connection has been made. I don't even know him.' he thought, kneeling down.
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Aegirsdottir
Sorry it took so long, I hope this is sufficient. Haven't been around a computer.
What was this? A break to the monotony? An interruption to his sun bathing? That would be all good and well if the creature would actually take him home. Gideon turned bright, sunshine-through-honey eyes on the male speaking to him, a light, musical chirp singing from his throat in his curiosity and surprise. The lingering heat of the sun on his skin warmed the moody bird into flashing a little smile. It was tentative, a simple offer in greeting as his eyes searched him over, taking in everything from stature to color coordination. The male was colorful to say the least. The black jacket could easily be categorized as at least an attempt to dress as others did when they visited this wing. However, the blue superman hoodie did everything it possibly could to smash that image. And as if the hoodie didn't give enough of a casual air, the shoes simply brought a toothy grin to the phoenix's lips. High tops. They reminded him of a hot dog stand. Red and yellow. But the blond across the room started the courtship out in quite the positive way. What a compliment! And Gideon loved compliments.
These sweet murmured words seemed enough to draw the bird from the messy nest of bedding supplies that he'd had against the window with another, quiet chirp. Long legs swung around off the blankets to place feet on the floor. Even as he continued to analyze the male before him, a war was being waged in his head. What should he say? Should he act as he normally did or... Or maybe he could at least attempt to make a good impression! Cut the sass for once and just see what happened. Perhaps, but at the moment the only words that seemed to swirl about his head were the most lovely introduction he’d come across yet. So are your boxers Superman too? Or maybe the Green Lantern? By some force of the gods, Gideon was able to keep this quiet for the time being. Besides, somehow the image of this blonde in Green Lantern boxers was oddly sexy. That little innocent doe eyed gaze, pale skin, lithe figure, all interrupted by some green comic boxers. It brought another chirp from him, though this one was rather disciplinary. No. Bad. Not allowed.
The bird walked to the master like an owl would swoop in on his prey, silent and analytical, a charming little smile pasted on his face as he finally stopped a foot or so away. ”My name is Gideon.” The tip of his tongue hardly hit the roof of his mouth, allowing the softest break between vowel sounds but no sharp D to interrfupt the smooth word. Gi’eon. People only pronounced the D when they were angry with him… Which seemed rather often, though that wasn’t the point. At all.
The corners of his mouth gave a little upturn, turning a smirk to a smile. Act. Strawberry blonde hair fell slightly over his shoulder as his head cocked to the side in a very bird like manner, bright eyes staring down at the master that knelt. How odd. Should he kneel as well? No. Definitely not. ”And you may say whatever you like, honey, if you’re saying stuff like that.” That being said, Gideon turned on heel and walked back to his window, his initial appraisal of the man complete. There was sunshine to absorb and the sun only hit the window like that for a specific amount of time a day. While the pretty thing in his room seemed to have potential, the heat leech was not going to risk wasting time on hopeless endeavors.
Let it be said, loud and clear, that Gideon was no slave. No, the mere way he carried himself and moved about the room suggested more than that. He was not a slave, he was an owner of masters. He wouldn’t really ever say it outright but he wouldn’t be the last to admit he was a spoiled brat. Apollo had played quite the hand in that. Gideon was a creature to be doted on, created with and admired for beauty and power. He was a mooch and tended to bleed people dry before moving on to the next powerful figure that assumed they could reign him in. Gideon allowed it, if the benefits were good enough. A low coo left the bird as he sat back on his sun heated little spot and gazed still at Aries. ”You’re rather handsome yourself.” A roundabout compliment, meant simply for the purpose of attempting to be polite. The phoenix briefly wondered if the male even really knew what the charms about his neck meant. The fingers that reached up to scratch beneath the collar flicked those little charms, causing them to chime and clink together, an open attempt to draw attention to them in the most inconspicuous way possible. However, the fire bird’s relationship with the word ‘Subtlety’ was slim to none. So, while in his mind his finger had merely brushed the cool metals of his tags, it had probably looked quite different in reality.
His gaze trailed over the colorful master in the room, paying him compliments so sweetly. It was then that Gideon could not resist. ”So, if you don’t mind my asking… What superhero is on your boxers? More Superman? Or maybe Iron Man to match your shoes?”
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By the way, the only tattoo he has is the one on his shoulder. I don't like the one on his chest but I can't remove it. Nor can I draw to save my life so... Yeah
Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:44 am
Rin Flint But all I ever wanted to do was to fall in love. Just to be in love.
But my heart was racing. My mind was screaming, "You've got your whole life to do these things." But my legs were shaking. My hands were searching Always searching
Rin was dancing in her room. She had been given permission to open her window since the bars prevented her from escaping. She wanted to feel the wind as it blew through the window and naturally she wanted to dance to it. She swayed and dipped, truly graceful in her form and beautiful beyond all compare. Her black hair swirled around her in the wind and Rin closed her eyes. She felt like she was free again but then the sound of footsteps ruined her illusion. She opened her eyes and stopped dancing at once. No one was allowed to see her dance and she had sung in a very long time. Her collar didn't even list that she could sing which was just fine with her. She hadn't found a reason to sing in a long time and she was content with people not knowing about her ability. Holding her breath, Rin waited until the footsteps passed her door before she relaxed. Looking around the room she was provided, she suddnely felt dirty. With nothing else to do, Rin headed into her bathroom for a quick shower. She relaxed in the heat of the water and cleaned herself, wanting to look presentable in case anyone looked at her. It was so she had a better chance of getting out of this stupid room that she even wanted to look nice.
Once she was done sulking in the bath, Rin got out and dried herself off with a burst of wind. Her collar may have taken most of her powers, but she was still able to produce a little bit of wind. It was if she tried conjuring a storm that she failed. Rin dried her hair with some of her wind as well and then went to get dressed. She put on her blue dress, the one that matched her beloved umbrella. She put her wristlets on as well and then pulled on her fishnets and boots. Once she was dress, she sat on the floor with her legs folded underneath her. Her dress covered her legs entirely, making it seem like she was disappearing through the floor. Rin hummed her favorite song that her mother used to sing to her when she was young, closing her eyes and picturing the faces of her parents. It pained her to think of their loss, but she wouldn't have been able to save them. She had tried her hardest but she wasn't strong enough. Now, she was someone that no one wanted to fight. Rin opened her eyes and looked at her properly folded hands in her lap. She wanted to freak out and destroy the room, but she didn't want to be dragged down to the dungeons. She sighed and continued to look at her hands, waiting for anyone to come and look at her.
Aries gracefully swayed to the left a few inches, thoughts pondering in his mind of how this day would go. The slight movements of the bellowing curtains swaying in the breeze among the door to the patio, overlooking the garden. Today was the day. A day the young master dreaded. The day held nothing but sorrow, seeing poor souls sitting in small insufficient rooms, waiting to be chosen as a pet, or toy for better lack of words. It disgusted him, but nonetheless he needed a companion. Someone to join him for tonight's events. Watts, his butler, enter his room, surprised to see Aries already awake and ready for the day. "Young sir, you are awake?" Watts questioned, slightly confused. "Yes, I did not sleep well." Aries simply replied from the patio, staring off into the garden. "Is everything alright?" No. Indeed it was not, but he lied. "Yes, everything is fine." Aries soundlessly sighed, and stepped through the door. "Let's go."
The ride was a long one. Seemed to be longer than usual, but truly it was not. His thoughts were simply slowing time in his mind, making everything go so slow. He pondered over whom he was to choose. Over what they person was bound to be like. Sighing one last soundless sigh upon arrival, Aries opened his door, and stepped out into the bright sun. In the office there was a young lady sitting behind a computer. He long auburn hair swayed to her lower back, and bright blue eyes glancing from one screen to another. "Hello." Aries said, grabbing the young maiden's attention. "Oh! Hello there!" she surprisingly said, realizing she didn't even notice him walk in.
"Name, please?" "Aries. Aries Blackwell." "Age?" "Nineteen." "Date of birth?" "Eleven-oh-two, nineteen ninety three." "You'll be twenty this year, correct?" "Yes, ma'am." "Sexual orientation?" "Bisexual." The woman's eyebrows perked slightly, but she continued to key in various things. "Heritage?" "Scottish, Irish, and Germany. From Germany." "Thank you, give me just one moment." the woman said, typing quickly. "Slave gender preference?" "Female." "Orientation?" "Straight, pansexual, or bisexual." "Charms?" "Pearl, book, ballet shoes, violin, tree, and snowflake." "Material and colors?" "Velvet. Sea green, light blue, and brown." "Alright, the rarities in the upper west block, room three fifteen." "Thank you kindly."
Aries headed towards the upper west block, silently, gracefully stepping. Through the door held hundreds of rooms holding rare races. 'Room three fifteen.' He remembered, walking down various aisles until he came to a magnificent creature. A beautiful young maiden. "Absolutely stunning." Aries mumbled. The young lady sat in the floor in a blue dress, with a matching umbrella. Her glossy black hair swaying behind her as she hummed a rather lovely tune. As much as Aries wanted to sit and simply listen to her beautiful voice, he had to assess her. Kneeling in front of her, Aries spoke gently, purring slightly. "Hello, there." he said, sweetly. "What is your name, m'lady?" he then asked, tilting his head slightly to the side, trying to get a glimpse of her face, seeing if it was pure beauty to go along with her angelic voice.
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Crystal_Midnight18
Sorry it took so long, I hope this is sufficient. Been quite busy lately.
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At first he was concerned that she wouldn't respond but he did not have to wait long for his fears to abate. It had not been a big change since last he asked but it was enough for him to be concerned. When she responded, he smiled absently and found himself a bit amused to hear the emotions that were in her voice. She was awed, likely because he had given her the choice. It felt wrong to him otherwise... to simply agree he would take her. Of course the reality of their situation did not change but it set the stage for their future relations. He was above her, always would be as long as he had paid for her, but that did not mean he would put a distance between them. It would be... very uncomfortable to say the least. How could he live in a large house with one other person and they were hardly on speaking terms? Even if he was buying her he would like a friend. A companion that he could be comfortable with. Otherwise, what would be the point? Well, he would have someone to clean the house and cook, of course, and that would be a good thing... at least.
He lifted his head when she placed her hands on his shoulders from behind then straightened out the fabric. The touch surprised him but he ended up glancing at her over his shoulder with an amused smile on his lips."I cannot argue with that,"he responded back as she gave his shoulders another squeeze. So, when released, he turned around and watched her go. Well, that showed that she wasn't afraid to approach him, right? If he was looking for a sign, she had given just that! He had come to just the right person! They certainly knew how to pair people up... though he didn't believe in coincidences. The corners of his lips twitched some as if undecided on whether or not to pull into a broader smile or not. He shook his head back and forth.
He couldn't help but watch her scurry about the room with eager energy. Gathering all her little belongings and putting them in a suitcase she had rolled out. His eyes were curious as he watched, especially as she popped it open and pushed things inside. He didn't question where she had gotten everything though they were few. It was odd thinking he would take her to a place that had overwhelmed him. Well, actually, maybe not. No one had seen big like he had. No... wait, quite a few had but that was... beside the point. Those like him. Those like him and he had seen big so he was used to big. But, wearing the body of a human, it was a big more humbling to live in such a large house. A house built on more and more, renovated many times, by the previous owners. Only the most recent owner besides himself had not added onto it, instead focusing the wealth elsewhere. And good riddance. Who actually needed that much luxury? It was a bit excessive.
He blinked, snapping out of it when she clapped her hands. She had begun to speak to him so he hoped he hadn't missed anything. His smile that had disappeared during his musings reappeared in full - something he apparently didn't tire of. It was there quite often."Physical things hold little weight except for the security of having something you can see or hold onto. The rest is vanity."He gave her a wink."I think you have quite a bit. And if you think you do, then you have quite enough. Don't you think?"He enjoyed the smile she flashed towards him. Each time she did, the more she warmed up to him. She could do it all she wanted. Oh, and she knew how everything worked? That was even better. One less thing for him to worry about. In fact, if he had to worry about it himself, it may or may not take as long as if he had direction. Sometimes, if you wander around, you might bump into some walls but you are likely to find the doorway eventually. Lend it to chance. If you are likely, you'll find it with only minor bruising. He didn't think he had the luck to do so on the first try."I think... that would be very helpful, Eirawen. Thank you very much." He paused, though, when she spoke about how deplorable the business was. His face grew concerned, especially to see that new look on her face. His eyes searched her. They held concern, obvious concern, and a slightly solemn look that he had shown earlier. But, he took her hand and pressed it against his cheek - a surprisingly unexpected gesture. "When you frown, it invites darkness in. When you smile, not even the sun can outshine it."He pulled her hand from his cheek but kept their fingers clasped together. He said nothing else on what he had just said but rather turned his attention to the door."Yes, let us."
With her subtle directions, they made their way down the stairs - oh, following a guard, of course - to the desk where they would complete the transaction. He frowned deeply for a moment when he thought things over but his bright smile was revealed to them when he actually decided to do something about what they had come there for. He didn't need any help from Eirawen at this point but he did reveal himself to be a bit green when it came to these things. I mean really. But that wasn't a surprise at all. Instead, he pulled out a checkbook and was given a pen. The paperwork had been about as difficult as the first time but this time around he knew a bit better of what went there. he asked questions each time and glanced at Eirawen a few times as he bent over the desk. His brows were pulled together in concentration and his foot tapped lightly. The hard part was writing the check but he managed it. Plus the signing, of course. If was expected to pay with any other method, it would probably go worse. Well, there was a first for everything right?
Everything else after that went rather smoothly. There were no major problems and he finished with the look of a child who had been given a special award for good behavior and was about to show his parent just how wonderfully he had done. SO. They were ready to go now, weren't they? It only really hit him once he stopped on the curb and stared at the street for a long moment."Well..."he began slowly, clearing his throat after an awkward silence."First of all, I hope... ... Well, I think I can get home from here but..."He looked embarrassed, more so than before. His glee from before was mostly gone though not entirely."The problem is... I walked here."There. He said it. He scratched the back of his neck.
Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.
Aries watched as the elegant bird moved with its grace from its perch beneath the sun. His beauty showing incredibly and curiosity at its max. The Phoenix glared at Aries, looking him over, and acknowledging everything about him, taking it in little by little. By the expression shown on the males face, Aries assumed the male was a tad shocked at the attire he decided to wear, which came as no surprise to him. He was young, yes, and his attire showed just that, yet he was more mature than most would be at nineteen years old. Just because his outerwear made him look young, he saw no reason to judge him based on just that. Instead judge him by character, by his master and financial skills."Gideon." Aries repeated, "Such a lovely name, for a rather intriguing bird." Aries stood and stepped slightly to the left, and back to the right, beginning to pace himself slowly.
When the birds smirk turned to a smile, Aries grinned slightly, "So you like compliments, I see." he simply said, before turning his back to the bird, pondering over whether or not this was the right choice for him to make. "Master Aries." Watts interrupted his thoughts. "Yes?" he asked, cocking his head slightly to the left. "We must hurry if we want your new companion to be ready for tonight, it is already three o'clock." Watts said, glancing behind Aries at the bird. "He is lovely." he then added. "Alright, I'll be out to the car shortly, have it started and waiting out front." with that Watts nodded, and headed back towards the lobby. Aries slowly turned back to the male waiting in his room. "Listen, I need a companion for tonight's events, and was hoping you would like to join me." he stated hurriedly.
Hearing the birds compliment made Aries slightly blush, and soft pink covered his cheeks and the frame of his nose. "Thank you." He simply said, the blush slowly fading from his flustered face. Aries watched as the male gracefully headed back towards his perch to sunbathe. He saw the charms clink together but stubbornly disregarded the rather inconspicuous gesture the bird was trying to achieve. Aries was lost. Lost in thought, pondering over if this would benefit him, or if the firecracker sitting in front of him were the majorly wrong decision, that he almost missed the comment on his underwear being superhero. Aries' soft expression turned to a rather aggravated one.
Letting out a quiet sigh, Aries calmly placed his hands in his pockets. "I do not take kindly to those whom mock me. I am young. This sweatshirt is my favorite. These shoes, are my favorite. But little do you, and will you know I'm obviously more mature than you yourself, and I am definitely more mature than most my age. Just because I decide to keep my face looking young by dressing in childish attire, does not take away the fact that I am still mature. If you have any other type of nasty and ignorant comment based on my appearance, please, say it now, because once we get back to my estate, there will be hundreds of people waiting to see the new heir. That, is you. So, if I were you I would get it together, and put a pretty little smile on your face and keep your insecure comments to yourself." Aries spoke sternly. He was not always rude, unless absolutely necessary. With that he turned, and walked back to the office. "I will take the Phoenix in room five thirteen." he said. The man behind the computer nodded, "Excellent choice, sir. I will have him right out."
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Aegirsdottir
FINALLY! It is done.
Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:22 am
Rin Flint But all I ever wanted to do was to fall in love. Just to be in love.
But my heart was racing. My mind was screaming, "You've got your whole life to do these things." But my legs were shaking. My hands were searching Always searching
Rin was humming, still looking at her hands in her lap. She turned them over, looking at the lines in her palm before she heard a voice. Surprised, Rin looked up with a small gasp. A young looking male was kneeling before her and Rin had to fight the instinct to stand up and back away. She swallowed her emotions, her face a smooth face. She looked at the male with stunning blue eyes, their clarity something to behold. Rin was polite and respectful and as she looked at the man she almost forgot that he was something looking to purchase her. Rin put her arms out to the side, bowing as s sign of respect. "My name is Rin, sir." Rin's voice was melodic even when she was simply talking. Sitting up straight, she knew what was going to happen. Everyone that came her to purchase slaves always had to assess them and make sure that they were to their liking. Rin wasn't sure if she wanted to be purchased by this... was he a man or a boy? He looked so young that he could be in his early teen years, but Rin didn't want to guess at his age. She wondered why he was here for a slave. After all, everyone had a different reason and Rin liked hearing the stories although she prefered to avoid the cruel people that wanted a slave just for sex or to torture. Of course, it wasn't her decision who she got to go home with and honestly, anywhere would have been better than this place. She had grown to hate this room that she had become used to. She wanted to be outside again and to feel the wind blow through her hair. She wanted to breathe in the fresh air and have a sense of freedom that she could only get when her dreaded collar was taken off. Rin's cool blue eyes took in the male before her, looking at his clothes and the way he held himself. She noted the tilt of his head, like he wanted to look at her face but she had already lifted her head for him to view her. Rin sat with her back straight, waiting for the man before to say something or ask her to stand up and move around so he could look at her. She was used to being looked at like an object rather than a person.
I'll be that pin p***k of flame in the night, I'll be the warmth that makes your soul take flight..
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╔══════════════╗ ₮akeshi ₴ato ɢϵɴɗϵʀ ʙϵɴɗɪɴɢ ↭ șɒʟɒϻɒɴɗϵʀ I've got a fiery temper and a burning passion that knows no equal. ╚══════════════╝
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Takeshi yawned loudly, his thin arms reaching high into the air as he suddenly sat up in bed, stretching out from his long sleep in a rather vocal fashion. The sun had long since risen, but Takeshi had slept in quite late, awaking just barely before the noon hour. He raked a hand through his short crop of hair, blinking the sleep deposits from his eyes as he glanced around his rather bland room at the Hotel de Esclaves. It made him frown a bit when he remembered the circumstances of him being here, though all in all, he would rather be here than his friend, but really it was just so boring. There wasn't much for Takeshi to do but sleep, since he had none of his possessions with him, nor was he provided with any form of entertainment. There wasn't even a television for him to rot his brain with, no books to read, no utensils to cook with, no instruments to learn to play, nothing. This caused Takeshi to sigh very audibly, uncaring of his vocalizations since there was no one around to hear him. Takeshi's first night in the Hotel, he had attempted to use morse code to talk with whatever creature was in the rooms next to him, but had received no reply and so he had quickly given up hope of having a conversation with anyone but himself.
Takeshi rolled out of the bed, planting his feet firmly against the carpeted floor and gave one final stretch, a couple disks in his back popping to his great relief."Well, I suppose its about time I woke up, lets get this day started!"He sighed again and hoped that maybe someone would come along and purchase him already, he was nearing the point of going crazy, Takeshi had never gone so long without the company of his friends of family or the people of the village that was his home. One last audible sigh escaped his lips before he stood from the bed and shuffled his way into the private bathroom he was provided with. A nice hot shower always made Takeshi feel better. Since the collar about his neck made it impossible for him to use his natural powers of fire, the only solace Takeshi had was the blazing hot showers he took periodically throughout the day, it really was the only nice thing.
Takeshi took a long shower, after all, he wasn't paying for the water, so he used up all the hot water he could in one go, allowing the entirety of his room to fill with steam and condensation and warmth. Most others would have considered the sauna-like conditions of his room to be uncomfortable, but considering Takeshi was a Salamander, and thus a being of fire and heat, he thought it was quite comfortable, in fact it wasn't quite hot enough for his tastes, but it was better than nothing. Takeshi wrapped himself in a towel and moved from the bathroom and into the main room, flopping back onto the bed so he could enjoy the steam and heat while it lasted, though he knew without encouragement from his powers, the heat and steam would soon dissipate.
~Please let today be the day, I just don't think I'll last much longer in here..~
Okay, Sylvester thought to himself seated in the bleached hard wood floor of the very nice hotel room he'd been dumped in less than a half hour ago. Maybe...maybe trying to steal that limited edition bottle of perfume from the President's wife out of the White House wasn't where I went wrong.... No, at this point he was very sure it was the cat's fault. Mr. Kitty shouldn't had his tail in the walk way. If it hadn't been for the damned cat screaming, not a one soul in the place would have known he was there but no, kitty has to stick it to the dog. This is why the two species could never get along: Dogs can't do s**t with out a cat taddle-tailing on them.
He polished off the last swig in the little bottle of rum he'd plucked from the "hidden" and "locked" mini-bar in the room. Sorry but his sense of smell wasn't magic there for not stopped by the velveteen collar around his neck stopping him from taking his true form and bolting into the Shadowfell as if the realm itself wasn't enough to keep him far away from that mess as he wanted to be; Thank you whoever collared him. A "hidden" box of booze to a bored thief looking at a good long while in a cage would not stay "hidden" or "locked" for very long, particularly if the cleaning staff was a good basket of apples and stocked the writing desk properly. Paperclips were traitorous little heifers in the right hands though the same could be said of most office supplies.
That last swig pushing him into a cleanly determinable buzz, probably more. He couldn't tell so long as he was sitting but it was a good bet as he slipped the little plastic bottle on his last finger that didn't have a tiny little bottle on it. Two hand fulls of little bottles of varying liquor type, color, and one for each finger including thumbs, he wiggled his fingers and giggled about something immediately forgetting what was funny about being this bored. Who knew it would be this easy to entertain himself? Would it have killed there budget to put a television or radio in the rooms? Of course it would, this was punishment not vacation. Oh well, one more wiggle of his fingers and that giggle, easy amusement of a man that had drank one too many shots chased the good sense away. "Why...'s this so fu-hic-muzing?"
A loud bang on the door made him jump and shake his head, something he deeply wished he hadn't done cause it made his sinus do back flips and he suddenly couldn't tell if it was the room spinning or his sudden difficulty to remain sitting upright that caused the dizziness. When he came to with his bottle decorated hand pressed to his forehead, the bellboy that had escorted his new warden gave him a clearly frightened scowl. Poor kid, he was probably gonna get in trouble for this..."You won't say anything if I don't,"
The phrase came out a**-backwards but the sentiment was true. He found the nice looking lady behind the bellboy in the door way and he would have stabbed himself if he could see it or was sober enough to stop himself, but he still gave a goofy, limp wristed, drunk wave with one of the bottles falling off his middle finger. He couldn't tell you what was hypnotic about the flashing high lights on the plastic that captivated so, but he stared none the less at it as it rolled away from him. It stopped right at her shoes. He pointed and bobbed his finger, taking the hand with the motions before letting his arm drop, "Well shut the door..." He thought he was being cleverly sarcastic but considering his state, maybe it just failed and came off as more of the imagination of a drunk as he returned the venom of the "no leaving your room" policy, "It might escape."
She had heard of the hotel before, but had never actually visited it. Considering her philanthropy and charitable nature, Karika wasn't very keen on buying someone. But she had settled it in her own mind - it was a chance to give someone their freedom, as long as they'd stay with her for a while. That wasn't bad, was it, she thought as she headed up the steps to the lobby of the grand building. They would see new things, she'd get them whatever they wanted, even a job when they were done with her if they wanted her to. She'd reward them, so it was sort of like a job, she reasoned, heading over to the desk. Her body swayed to invisible music even as she walked and she met the girl at the desk with a cheerful smile. "Good evening!" Karika greeted her happily. The girl smiled back, returning her greeting, and handed her a clipboard with some papers on it. "Just fill this out, ma'am, and we'll do our best to serve you," the human female assured her. The demigoddess nodded before taking herself off to sit in a chair, draping herself gracefully in it as she read over the questions. Ooo, this was a bit difficult, and she was glad there was a paper to reference the collars and such by. Otherwise she wouldn't have had a clue, really, and that wouldn't have been good at all, she mused to herself.
It didn't take her very long, as she only skimmed over her long history, and put more thought into the sort of person she wanted than anything else. Humming a song from Italy she had learned decades ago, the female walked back over to the desk and returned the clipboard to the girl on the other side. "Thank you, ma'am. Now, just wait a moment and I'll see what we have for you," she said, entering in the data. Karika watched, a bit fascinated, as the printer spit out a few papers for her to look over. Slave profiles, she realized, taking them with a nod and skimming over them. One caught her eye and she smiled, her expression lighting up a bit. A bellboy came over to escort her to the elevator and she told him which wing she wanted to go to. He was very polite, nodding and pressing the button, obliging her small talk as they rode up. When they reached the floor, Karika thanked him and met the guard with a smile, as usual. "I'd like to see him," she told the large man, showing him the profile. He nodded, eyes hidden behind mirrored glasses she could have fixed her hair in, an earpiece tucked into and behind his ear as he turned and led her through the halls.
It was all very magnificent, she felt, looking around. At least it seemed like they were treated properly here, if not pampered. There had been other slave dens she had seen. Shuddering a bit at the memory, she was pleased to see how clean and organized everything was here, rather than the other places she had been. Perhaps she'd see if she could make a donation to this place as well, part of her appreciation? If not, that was their decision, but it never hurt to ask in her experience. Humming a bit to herself, the female sashayed after the man down the hall, pausing when he stopped in front of a door. He knocked rather loudly on it, as if anticipating problems, before opening it for her.
Thanking him, she stepped around him and blinked when she saw the shadowhound draped in a chair, completely drunk and babbling away backwards. Karika looked down at the bottle that stopped in front of her heels and giggled a bit in amusement. "It's all right, I'll call for someone when I'm ready," she told the guard, who was waiting to see if she wished to look at someone else instead. Once the man was gone, she laughed again and picked up the bottle, walking over and returning it to him. "Well, you are certainly much sillier than I anticipated. You do have pretty hair, though," she told him in amusement, dropping down into the other chair and peering at him. There was enjoyment in her eyes already, which were usually lit by happiness anyway. Her fingers tapped in rhythm to a sound only she could hear, enjoying the music. "My name is Karika, pleasure to meet you, Sylvester," she greeted him, a wide smile on her lips as she looked at him. "Although, I would have preferred you to be sober for an interview, I can't do much with this," the female added in dismay, shaking her head a bit. Oh, Dionysus, what a trick this was to play on a poor girl, she thought.
"And you are much lovlier a vision than I have anticipated to grace this establishment with patronage," Sylvester articulated correctly through no small feat of practice to his cohersive tongue. Whether he'd complimented her or insulted the establishment he couldn't quite pin point but at least it made some sense. He certainly wouldn't have expected to find a decent lady in these walls that sheltered the goings on of a business run on misery no matter how pleasant the box. He might as well have been in the ShadowFell with his tyrant master that had reared him. Sense would have to be enough if not common sense, he thought as he adjusted himself in the plush, antique want-to-be chair, gratefully accepting his bottle back. "I would prefer to face my impending confinement to boredom inebriated because upon your exit I fully intend to sink deeper into it while the opportunity is presented." Who in their right mind would want to be sober for subjugation? Maybe that's why they put stocked minibars in these rooms in the first place, to cater a means to deal with the mentality of it so long as they were able to access it. His luck would be that one of the bottles were drugged or poisoned...or now that the guard, bellboy, whatever had found that he got a hold on it, someone would be along soon to take the rest away and change the locks.
Rather than stuff his pretty slim finger back in the mouth of the little plastic bottle, he took off two more and start to try stacking them on the cafe style table like a mini pyramid of flashing highlights, "If I may Miss..." He looked up at the ceiling through his long violet bangs as if trying to recall something, having obviously forgotten what she'd said her name was, "...Karlita, Is the pleasure of the meeting to be shared or focused on you?" He had successfully set the third bottle on top of two when he insinuated that Karika was shopping for her next boyfriend and asking if she would be selfish in the act. He'd had girlfriends like that, not many but enough. He'd be doing his best for hours, them working against him the whole time and then yell at him because he started to complain about doing all the work. He really didn't want to be there again, battling for his own right to gratification but such was the nature of his station now. The comment itself might have been too subtle though. That buzzing haze made it hard to tell. If only he still had the ability to shut up, "I wouldn't mind the practice session but I do believe the establishment frowns on that." So much for subtly, he might actually find himself liking her a little bit if she found that amusing rather than outright slapping him for it. For moment though, if she let him, he would focus on keeping his trap shut and wait for a response while stacking his little bottles in a pyramid.
It was a relief that he was at least coherent to speak. Karika wondered if he was always so flowery in his speech or if it was the alcohol speaking. Getting comfortable in the chair, she raised her eyebrow when he said he intended on drinking more once she was gone. Well, at least he was honest, she had to give him that much. Shaking her head a bit, she listened to him and smothered a laugh when he asked his odd question. She wasn't sure at first what he meant, but when he added about a 'practice session' she broke into peals of laughter, her head tipping back a bit as she tried to catch her breath.
"Oh my...oh my," she managed weakly, shaking her head as the laughter trailed off into a few weak giggles instead. That was the most forward anyone had been with her in years and it was rather enjoyable. "No, no, the hotel does forbid it, although I'm not above a few 'practice sessions', as you put it," the woman said in amusement, looking back to him with a smile on her face. "My name is Karika, not Karlita, and no, I'm not here for a pleasure slave," she continued, resting her hands on her knees and folding them together as she went on. The fact that he thought as much was a source of much amusement to her, as she wouldn't object to anything of that nature if he wanted to. But she wasn't here to make him.
Laughing softly at the thought, the demigoddess looked at him. "You really do have such pretty hair," she murmured wistfully, finding it odd that he had a shade so similar to her own. "I've never encountered a shadowhound on earth before, so you'll have to teach me more about your species. If you go with me, that is," Karika added with a slight shrug. She had decided to leave it in his hands if he wanted to or not, otherwise he would be too much of a handful. She wanted someone willing, after all. "I travel quite a lot and lately I've grown bored doing it all by myself. So, I have a proposition for you," she told him with a smile.
She leaned forward a bit towards him, as if waiting for something. "I need a traveling companion, but I'd like someone willing. I'll buy you and then give you your freedom once we leave. If you'd be willing to travel with me for a little while and keep me company, then I'll provide whatever you want or need. And when you choose to leave, I'll make sure you're provided for," Karika told him honestly, a bit cheerfully as well.
I'll be that pin p***k of flame in the night, I'll be the warmth that makes your soul take flight..
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╔══════════════╗ ₮akeshi ₴ato ɢϵɴɗϵʀ ʙϵɴɗɪɴɢ ↭ șɒʟɒϻɒɴɗϵʀ I've got a fiery temper and a burning passion that knows no equal. ╚══════════════╝
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Takeshi wasn't left alone to enjoy the steamy wonder of his small room before the door to his cell opened and some form or other slipped inside. Takeshi could only assume that this was some sort of being that required his particular services or talents. It was odd how he had just been wishing that today would be the day someone would take him from here, it was romantic, in some sort of odd, twisted way. Takeshi didn't bother to move from the bed, smirking softly as he watched the figure meander through the maze and finally over towards the bed, not a hard task since every room was pretty well the exact same layout, sometimes mirrored depending on what side of the hall it fell on.
When Asa stepped forward close enough for Takeshi to discern the form through the steam, his head tilted to the side, a curious look causing him to quirk a slim fiery red brow. The figure did not seem to be all that well, Takeshi couldn't tell if this man was about to pass out or throw up and so Takeshi made a motion to stand from the bed and help Asa to the nearest chair or the side of the bed if that was the nearest seating arrangement in view. Of course, as this would happen, Asa would loose hold of his towel, exposing himself in all his glory to this complete stranger.
Under the circumstances, anyone else might have been more than a bit embarrassed by such an occurrence, and though a slight flush did rise at the tops of Takeshi's cheeks, a rather adorable thing to see considering for a moment his cheeks matched his hair, he otherwise said nothing of it and quickly grabbed the towel, securing it about his waist in a tighter fashion than before. He took a seat on the bed a moment later and glanced to Asa slowly and a bit sheepishly.
