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The rattling of chains was heard around the room as he guards manhandled a young woman, a gypsy, through the room. She hand been tossed over one of the guard's shoulder, seeing how earlier she was refused to walk on her own. If she was going to loose her freedom she was going to make their lives as hard as possible. And that meant making them carry her.
The chains around her wrists clanked against each other with each sway of her body, caused by the steps the guard holding her was taking her. The clanking didn't really bother her, she was use to the sounds of her bracelets and coins making similar noises. What did bother her though was the fact that was about to be thrown into a cage, if the sight of all the others in cages was anything to go off of.
"Stupid slave trader," she huffed as she glared down at the floor, the only sight she could really see without actually having to put forth any effort.
"Of course it was my fault for trying to steal money from him..." she added as she tossed her head to move a loose piece of hair out of her face, only to have it fall back into it's previous place in front of her eyes.
"Eh, c'est la vie," she added chuckling a bit at the end. Then the guard jostled her, send his shoulder into her gut, causing the gypsy to grunt in pain.
"Hey! Keep quiet gypsy!" he yelled at her. Octavia rolled her eyes, but stayed quiet. She was already going to have marks from the shackles they put her in, she didn't really want anymore.
Soon enough, the guards came to a stop in front of a cage. Octavia couldn't see if anyone was already in the cage, or if she was about to become its first occupant. Either way, the guard opened the cage door and all but threw Octavia to the floor and kicked her into the cage. So much for keeping the marks to a minimum. After that, and before Octavia could say anything, the door was slammed shut and the guards had walked away.
Octavia stood up, seeing as the cage was big enough, her hands cuffed in front of her. She walked to the cage door, her skirts swirling around her bare feet, took a bar in each hand, and shook them. Silently praying that my some miracle the door was unlocked.
It wasn't.
Octavia sighed and rested her weight onto her right foot, letting her hip jut out to the side.
"Great. Just great,"

Not even 5 minutes into being in a cage, and it sounded like Octavia had already pissed off whatever was in the cell with her. At the sound of the sigh that came from behind her, Octavia jerked her head around to look over her shoulder, to find the source of the sound. Though Octavia had been taken by surprise by the another presence in the cage with her, she listened to was this girl had to say.
Looking back at the locked cage door, Octavia sighed herself.
"Had to give it a shot," she said as she leaned her back against the bars of the cage. She took in the young woman's appearance. She couldn't have been much older than Octavia herself. She obviously a neko, based off her tail and ears. And the chains. Why so much restraint on a neko? Octavia had no doubt that nekos could be dangerous if they wanted to be. She had come across many strange and wonderful creatures in her travels. Nekos were seen frequently, and all of them were calm, serene, gentle creatures. Why would this particular one need chains on almost every appendage? Clearly something was different about this one. But she had yet to show any hostility toward Octavia, there for Octavia would try not to show any hostility in return.
"My name is Octavia. I'm a human gypsy," she started, looking into the bright blue eyes of the neko. "May I inquire your name?" she asked. She tried to keep her voice soft and pleasant, for she was known to have a bit of an attitude to her voice. Back-talking to people seemed to hate your very existence tended to do that to many of the gypsy people.

Octavia looked from the half-neko and out of the bars of the cage as she talked, occasionally glancing back at her, just so Helen knew that she was listening.
"You don't need to apologize for my jumpiness," she said as she gave a chuckle, thinking about how she actually jumped at first. "It's the guards that need to apologize," she mumbled to herself. She glared out of the cage, as if the guards were there, but sadly she couldn't catch a glimpse of them.
She could feel the chains around her wrists digging into her skin. They would defiantly leave marks, if not scars on her. 'Oh well,' she thought as her eyes softened and she stared down at her wrists. 'Wouldn't be the first scars i've gotten, and most likely won't be the last,' she added with a sigh, looking up to the ceiling of their god awful cage.
Octavia listened as Helen went on about putting high prices on gypsys. The fact made her chuckle. "Thanks, I think," she said. She watched as Helen slid down to the floor, as carefully as possible. Octavia could only assume it was because of the restraints. Then she looked away. A question suddenly made itself known in the gypsy's mind.
"What is it like?" she asked. Her voice made it sound like she was hesitant to ask, like she knew she wasn't going to like the answer. Seeing as the question wasn't very specific, Octavia went on. "To have a 'master', I mean," she added, putting air quotes around the word 'master'. She flicked some of her white hair out of her face before she went on. "What is it like having someone control every aspect of your life? Telling you what to do all the time."At this point Octavia had joined Helen on the ground, her back sliding down the bars before she finally made it to the ground. Her skirt flaring out around her. "Is it as bad as I've heard?"