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Moshy didn't jump or flinch as another person was brough into the store, due to the fact that the element of surprise had little no no affect on her anymore. After two years of living on the streets and fending for yourself you learn to let nothing surprise you. She turned her whole body and looked him from head to toe without blinking. She eyes his clothed and wondered where he bought it, oblivious to the fact that he was a god, and knew that she could get herself one with her ten-finger discount if she wished. The large black cloak that she wore was beginning to get old, boring and worn. 'What's he smiling like that for? He looks like an idiot standing there doing nothing.' She turned her body quickly away, blinking along with the swish of her large cloak against the ground. Again, she lifted her hands and covered yet another pathetic cough as the ghost man came over to him. "What's his name. Does he have a profile by chance that I can over look." Her questions just sounded like regular sentences, and her high pitched melodic voice hid the roughness of her illness, although you could still hear the slight rasp as she spoke, but it was hardly audible.

Moshy grabbed the pad in her small, pail dirty hands. she didn't get much of a chance to make herself look pretty before she came to the shop. She wasn't near the river that morning, so she didn't get the chance to stop if she planned on getting to the shop before closing hours. Looking down and scanning the sheet, she stopped halfway down and looked at the man standing next to her out of the corner of her eye. For some reason he made her feel uneasy, so she took a step to the side, further away from him and pulled her eyes back to the pad in her hand. Yet, her eyes flickered to her side as the man came back to her side and exhaled, almost like a sigh. "It seems there's no one else here. So I don't think I've got much of a choice." She said as she handed the pad back to Sai and dug in her cloak pocket, pulling a few large, neat wads of cash from her pocket. "Two years of work. He'd better be worth it." She waited for the papers to be signed and held the money by her side.

[[Should I make a thread for us? Since Moshy is homeless, should I just title it 'The Streets' Or something?]]

Moshy blinked slowly once as her ear turned in her new slave's direction. Her eyes flickered back to the man standing next to her and scanned over his clothes again. For once, she would actually have enough money to actually buy some clothes, rather than stealing them thanks to the deal he was making her. But that would have to wait. They had a long way to go until they got 'home' which was nothing but an abandoned shack out past the borders of town. 'Loyalty. One of the things I was looking for. He might be the best decision I've made in a while.' She thought to herself as her nose picked up the slave's scent. She had just fed, but he smelled...different and unique, making her thirst return earlier than it should have. "I've more uses for him than loyalty in mind. But that helps." She said as she grabbed the pen and pad in her small hands and signed. Her signature was small yet very neat, and almost impossible to read, which guaranteed that no one would be forging her signature. Not like it mattered though, no town had any records on her. She never applied to large jobs, just did small jobs that locals were too lazy to do themselves. Handing the pen and pad back to the man she handed him three of the large rolls that she had in her pocket, and tucked the rest back into her pocket.

[[I'm going to be posting for Amanda. She's with me and this is the only working comp that we have.]]

Moshy turned back to her new slave and looked at the key that she had clutched in her hand. She didn't want to unlock him herself, so she handed the key to him instead and looked up at him. "My name is Moshy. Not Ma'am, Mistress, or Master." She told him as she turned and headed silently to the door. She stopped just in front of it and unbuttoned the thick black cloak and transferred the money to her dress pocket, allowing the cloak to fall from her shoulders. She didn't see a hook to leave it anywhere so she tossed it onto a random empty cage. Her dress stopped just about mid-thigh, making it easy for her to move around and run in the empty streets at night. This was when she became alive. Turning back towards her slave she looked up into his eyes with her own blacks and blinked. "My home isn't as appealing to most as it is to me. But you'll get used to it." She said, almost in a whisper as she placed a hand on the door, waiting for her slave.
[[Posty in 'The Streets' for your next post if you wish.]]