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 Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 6:26 pm
 Alex Mar
People say life is too short. I just want to ask, compared to what?! Alex looked up at him and nods. “I don’t mind,” she said. To be perfectly honest, she hated the thought of killing someone. She was only six when she saw someone die for the first time, a walk through the park with her nanny watching carefully. A temporary body guard was watching over them and that’s when it happened. The would be killer was only three feet away from Alex when she was shot by the guard. For weeks she had nightmares, more accurately the memory replaying in her sleep. Alex glanced up at the Slave Master. “I have to go through him to buy you, right?” She asked uncertainly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 6:35 pm
~Sabre~ Sabre looked up at the man who ran the store. Frankly he didn't like the man, he tended to be rather...harsh to put things lightly. He looked back at Alex, she didn't seemed to be to thrilled to go near him. "If you wish to purchase me then yes Mistress you'll need too." He answered pausing for a moment before anding in the same gentle tone, "If you don't want to go near him, then you don't need too. No one is making you purchase me, but thank you for your consideration."
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 6:46 pm
Alex Mar
People say life is too short. I just want to ask, compared to what?! Alex nodded and smiled nervously. “I’ll be fine…” She only hoped she was right. She stood up and brushed the seat of her pants. “I’ll be right back,” Alex said and then turns towards the Slave Master. ‘You’ll be just fine. He wouldn’t stay open for long if he didn’t treat the costumers right…’ Taking a deep breath and forcing her ears to stay up, to some extent at least, she walked over to him. “Um, hello,” Alex said as she reached him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 3:54 pm
 LUCAS BENNETTa slave driver if ever I saw one
His comment apparently unheeded, Lucas allowed himself to relax the posture a notch, falling into his loose stance as easily as water into the gutter.
The warm smile still warming his features, he watched the brief exchange going on between the young cat-eared little girl and the slave. With any luck, there was something going on between the two: the slave, Sabre, he had always thought of as weak, so perhaps the quiet little kid would find him a decent match. Besides, with his sword skills and literacy-whatnot, Sabre -he hoped- has a pretty good price on his head. There had been some real luck in the shop lately with literate slaves, that Ophelie not last among them. Speaking of which, hadn't he just heard her voice? Probably not: he was so soft-spoken it was a wonder that he had even heard her name.
His thoughts wandered while the two in the corner spoke. The other customers were providing the place with a bustle that, he hoped, made it look better to those passing in the streets. He'd have to clean out the cages soon, and exercise the slaves out back: some people preferred to try the goods before handing over their hard-earned coinage, and the pretence of exercise was the best way to show them what they were purchasing.
A 'ruff' from near his feet told him that Crash, his multi-coloured old mutt, had spotted the money in Cat-Ears' purse. Ah, she'd finally made the choice. Turning his smile up a notch, Lucas looked down at the girl (What was she, sixteen? And buying her own slave?) who approached.
“Um, hello.”
Pretty young thing, wasn't she? He was used to the ears after decades of dealing with slaves of the kind, but seeing them on a customer was a little off-putting. Part of him had to be reigned in to keep from ordering her back to her cage.
"Hello, milady," he answered, his smile bright. "How might I be of service to yer?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 4:06 pm
Alex Mar
People say life is too short. I just want to ask, compared to what?! Alex eyed the dog for a moment before refocusing on the man in front of her. She could feel her ears going back and she forced them to straighten again. ‘Calm down. Just breathe.’ She thought. “Yes, um,” Alex begins and glances at Sabre. “How much would Sabre cost?” Was she supposed to use his name? Or just call him ‘that slave’? Alex’s tail twitched with her nervousness and she tried to keep from biting her lip.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 7:31 pm
Zyriga Angro:The Shopkeeper A pair of boots thump against the wood flooring shortly after the ringing of the bell attached to the doors. Zyr took a brief look around the shop and he smiled lightly seeing the functioning state of the shop.
It felt nice to see things the way they were since he saw the place in its trashed state when he first was getting the place together. He walked further in and he made his way into his office where he looked and saw a nice stack of paper.
"Well...new arrivals it seems to be..." He sighed softly placing his hands on his hips. The left arm was wrapped in bandages that had ancient writings on them, but still the fingers ended in pointed claws.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 8:47 pm
 ✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha Hiba Lockra ✖ ✖ ✖ Somehow Teyha managed to pull herself from the comforts of Zyr's car and slowly move inside once more. So much had been done in just the day that they had been away! Every speck of dust was gone from the counters, the floors almost seemed to shine. Each cage was cleaned thoroughly, and the slaves were occupying them once more. Everything was already bustling and alive, ready to start the day once more.
Silently she ducked her head and followed behind Zyr silently for a moment. There was still work to be done, if the pile of papers littering the shopkeepers desk were any indication of that. "I'd imagine they were dropped off with the people who were staying at other slaveshops, to ease a burden." Teyha said in a near whisper, moving to pick up a file or two. Her eyes glanced over the material before she set it back down once more, She walked to the corner of the office to shrug off her worn coat, hanging it on a on the wall. She didn't need it in the heat, and her shirts offered more than enough bulk to hide any hope of seeing her lithe frame. She even withdrew a small piece of cloth from her pocket, and used it to tie back her short curly hair, keeping it from falling into her eyes once more. "Alright Master!" She said with a someone forced bit of pep, "What should I do first?"▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ Anonymity is impossible ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 9:00 pm
Zyriga Angro:The ShopkeeperZyr heard Tey asking what it was that should be done first in the shop and he was looking around still getting his mind together and oriented on what he was going to need to worry about today himself. He sighed lightly and scratched his head before looking over his shoulder at his partner with a smile.
"I would say that the first thing we need to do is account for any and all staff that's been involved in the transport and care for the slaves here so far as well as the slaves that we have in the shop currently. That way we can make sure we have matching files for each one and see if the fellow employees have been doing alright so far. From there we'll see if there's anything we can provide for the slaves. Food or otherwise. I'm going to probably concentrate on the files first so I can get my office straight here. Check for transactions as well as anything else from any of our other employees okay?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 2:12 pm
LUCAS BENNETT
a slave driver if ever I saw one
Lucas stiffened as Zyriga Angro entered, a hard line cleaving the dark brows. The younger man had something about him that got on his goat... Although maybe Lucas just resented working with a man so young. The older man wasn't known for his amiable temperament, except around the customers. When Crash, sensing his master's distemper, growled at the young keeper, Lucas couldn't help but stifle a malicious grin. But he had a job to do: this was not the time to congratulate his friend on a job well done. Lucas had to start doing his own.
"Sabre, eh?" he cocked an eyebrow, as if surprised at her choice. 'He's a little out of your price range,' his expression seemed to say. "Well, I'd like to say he's yer average price, but he ain't the cheapest." For a moment, he pondered, letting her stew. As if the slave's price wasn't a fixed thing that had been decided before the slave had even hit the shop floor.
"I'll tell you what, little missy, I'll cut you a deal." the slave-master put on his most disarming smile and leaned over the counter --not enough to invade her space (such a delicate thing would not respond well to that), but just enough to suggest he was offering her what he said he was. He was used to this: the younger ones generally trusted him, and with her face, she seemed like she would believe him. There was always a first time, though, and he was ready for that too. This had been his job for his whole life, so there was nothing she could pull that would surprise him. Short of turning into a purple llama, of course.
"Sabre's got a pretty hefty price on his head, but I think," he looked around the shop again, pretending to watch out for his boss. "I think I can cut him down to twenty gold pieces. How does that sound?"
((OOC: I'm assuming this is a history-based slave role-play XD. If not, imagine he's said five hundred dollars or something XD))
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 8:01 pm
Alex Mar
People say life is too short. I just want to ask, compared to what?! Alex couldn’t help but stiffen slightly as the dog at the Slave Master’s feet growled. It wasn’t that she was afraid, just weary of the animal. She hasn’t met a canine that liked her just like birds or smaller animals don’t seem to like her either. Alex’s ears perk up slightly, refocusing on the man. She began to doubt herself a little when he gave her a look; a look that said to her, You’re-Not-Out-Of-The-Clear-Yet. And then he said the magic words that made it all click in her head. I’ll cut you a deal, words she heard her father say all too many times when he had to do business over the phone when he was actually there. A little business lie, he called it. ‘Fine, I’ll play along then,’ she thought as he leaned forward. Ever so slightly Alex leaned forward as well, almost un-noticeably. As he glanced around her ears when back slightly, glancing as well, just to really sell it. She nodded as he named his price. “That sounds fair,” Alex said and then thought, ‘I think…’ As she got out the money he asked for, a picture fell out. In the faded and bent picture were a much younger version of Alex and a human man, holding her and smiling at the camera. Alex noticed from a young age she never looked much like her father.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 10:33 am
Alaric Hyperion Flint I may be a cruel and heartless b*****d, but I'm damn good at it! Alaric stepped into the bustling shop. Hmm busier than usuall he commented to himself as he browsed the shop. He sighed as he continued to look, not being able to find a slave that fit what he wanted. "Everything's been cleared, this is annoying!" he growled. "No one here fits what I want...perhaps I just skipped someone" he sighed and began to walk through again. He had not even looked through the entire shop before he growled again, "I dont have all day to do this!!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 12:03 am
✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha Hiba Lockra ✖ ✖ ✖ Even if it was only Teyha's second day in the shop, she knew better than to interrupt a sale. She had yet to see, much less get to know the slaver, but he seemed likable enough. He smiled kindly at the neko master looking for a slave, leaning across the counter some to offer her a special sale. 'He seems nice' she concluded after a moment, before picking up the clipboard Zyr had told her to get, and she began her work, a smile on her face. She made a quick inventory, checking the items up front.
She began with the slaves themselves, inspecting each cage carefully to check the food and water. It all seemed in place, and she scribbled down some notes carefully, listing small things the slaves might need for their comforts. Thicker blankets maybe, for more comfortable nights of rest. She had not known Zyr long, but something about him suggested to her that he would not mind spending the few extra gold to make existence more comfortable in the shop."You're the shopkeepers slave?" Came a soft voice, and Teyha turned, spotting a young brunette smiling at her from inside the cage. "Yeah." Teyha responded softly, offering the other slave a slight smile. "I'm Teyha Lockra." She said, and shuffled the clipboard for a moment, before freeing a hand to extend.The girl chuckled softly, sitting up on the cot, "Then you should do your job." She told Teyha softly, nodding to the blond pacing up and down the cages, murmuring to himself. Somehow Teyha had managed to look him right over, and she saw him, she couldn't help but to blink."Thanks." She told the other girl quickly, and hurried over to the man. "Excuse me." She said quietly, reaching over to tap his shoulder, before she thought better of it, and waited for a moment, before adding in the same tiny voice, "Can I help you, sir?"Ophelie watched quietly, before sighing and shaking her head slightly. How in the world did the timid girl expect to work in this shop, of all places, if she couldn't even get a customers attention?▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ Anonymity is impossible ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 10:06 am
Alaric Hyperion Flint I may be a cruel and heartless b*****d, but I'm damn good at it! Alaric turned at the small voice, wondering if he had maybe stepped on something. He was slightly shocked that such a small person worked here, "Well yes, I am looking for a specific type of slave but you do not seem to have the type I am looking for." he said , anger still evident in his voice. "I was wondering when someone would help me, I am not a very patient person."he growled out to her. Looking around he noticed the shop keeper was busy and sighed, "I suppose you could try to help me. I am looking for someone who is obedient but also someone who I could spar with,and I dont want a weak slave who hangs on everyword I say. It would be nice if they had some sort of backbone unlike you." He half growled out as his annoyance grew. He never much cared for meek people and didnt believe they deserved any manners. He considered them weak and tried to avoid conversing with them as often as possible.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 10:40 am
✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha Hiba Lockra ✖ ✖ ✖ 'I should have let the handler take care of this one.' Teyha thought idly as the man spoke, his tone betraying an arrogant manner about him that the little witch found immediately irritating. She stared at him for a moment while he was talking, his smug attitude rubbing her the wrong way, but she struggled to keep a pleasant smile on her face. 'A strong-willed violet collar?' She thought to herself, flipping idly through the pages.
It didn't seem that there were many violets in the shop at all, much less those who would both obey and speak up for themselves. 'Doesn't this man know that simply possessing a violet band means that they will not argue with the master? He's asking for an oxymoron.' Still she shuffled, and pulled out one or two folders that could interest the man.
"Marie, Ophelie, Skara..." She read, not bothering to raise her voice above her usual half whisper. They were the only ones that even remotely resembled his desires. She handed the folders out fore each, feigning another smile. "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" She asked. She didn't really see any point to trying to prove herself to this master. If he wanted to judge her by her body language and tone, that was his business. It was not as if arguing would do her any good... Or rather, it's not as if she wanted him to think she was worthy of his respect.▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ Anonymity is impossible ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀
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