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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 4:06 pm
❝ Even though I’m crawling on the ground tonight
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTomorrow I’m going up to the sky
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXEven if the wind is wild I’m goin’ up! ❞
 ๑۩ﺴ ﺴ۩๑๑۩۞۩๑๑۩ﺴ ﺴ۩๑
Mari appeared in front of the Pallas Manor with a cloud of golden dust, her eyes blinking their way from gold back to their original blue so that she could look at the Manor through her glasses. "So cute~!" she purred as she made her way inside, brushing snow from her hair and shedding a fluffy cotton coat that was clearly too heavy for the warmth that surrounded the Pallas Manor. Maybe I should do something like this with my house! she thought to herself as she looked around at the interior of the pleasant looking mansion. Mari made her way towards Mistress Athena Pallas' office and was let in before she even had to knock on the door. Mari was as polite as usual as she spoke to the mistress, telling her what exactly she was looking for after she handed some papers to the mistress to make sure Mari met all the requirements of becoming a mistress. Once the papers were all looked over and the mistress knew what Mari wanted, a few folders were given to her.
Mari was ready to sit down and take her time to look at each folder and read of the profile of each slave but paused as soon as she opened the first folder to a picture of a pretty looking girl with horns and lilac eyes. "How pretty, she said to herself. Smiling, she told the mistress this was the slave she wanted and a guard was summoned to lead Mari towards the ex[/]-forest guardian's room. As they walked, Mari took her time to look around the mansion. It really was nice but she still preferred her own home.
Once they arrived at the slave’s room, Mari took a moment to brush dust off her checkered skirt as the guard unlocked the door to the slave… No, to Fleur’s room. The guard opened the door and Mari couldn’t help but feel a little rude for intruding on Fleur in such a manner. The guard motioned for Mari to go into the room and she did so.
“You’re name is Fleur, right?” Mari asked in a sweet tone, curious voice. “It must be strange to have a stranger intruding on you like this. I apologize but I’m hoping you would like to come with me,” Mari said as she stepped over to the bed so that she could sit down beside Fleur. ”My name is Mari but you can call me whatever you like as long as it isn’t something foul. I hope you’ll let me be your new mistress.”
Mari smiled at the other girl. “Before I drag you along with me though, I have a quick question; do you like to travel? I do. In fact, I travel all the time. I still have parts of the world to see but it gets boring and lonely going around the world all by myself. I was hoping you would like to come with me and we could travel together! How does that sound to you, Fleur? Wanna see the world together?”
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 4:24 pm
 Violet Shianna Sakura ┏━━━━ﺴ۩ ℂ ۩ﺴ━━━━┓ Violet the sound of the door knob turning made Violet turn to the door. As some young lady about the same height as here opened her door and addressed her. She has just entered this slave shop not too long ago. Maybe a few hours or less. Violet moved off of the bed and stood. Her tail swaying from off the bed to rest just above the floor but curling as to not let it drag. "Yes." She replied. Her eyes looking over the woman before her. Moving her head slightly to the side to accommodation for her blind eye.
Vi bowed her head to the woman, giving her slight respect. She looked up and into her eyes."I assume you have come here to buy me or see if I am fit to be your little toy." She said in a playful way. Her eyes sparkling with delight at the thought of both things. The fun that she could have with this uptight young woman would be wonderful. Just the thought of it made her grin with delight.┗━━━━๑۩ ۞ ۩๑━━━━┛ ஐOut Of Caramel: Ugh. So out of practice.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 4:45 pm
 
It wasn't everyday that Caelum left his mountain abode in favor of visiting human dwellings. Okay, scratch that, he often left to visit the many different high-class restaurants all over the world, especially when he himself did not feel like cooking - which was always. The Djinn loved to eat, although he did not need to do so in order to live, but he hated to have to cook his own meals. The work was so tedious! That and there was the fact that a meal prepared by one trained to do it, one who did it every day was bound to be better than one the Djinn could be bothered to make - even if the Djinn was so much older than them. Every time he went out though, he had to convert some of his gold and old money into the new stuff that the humans used. He hated it! There were so many different styles, and all of them were worth different amounts! Switching between them was very tedious, as was selling his gold. Not only did he not like to do it, but he always had to be careful about how much he sold, seeing as humans seemed to get suspicious if he sold too much at once. It was all rather annoying, which was why he wanted to find a live-in cook so that he wouldn't have to be bothered with all that, except when groceries had to be fetched he supposed. It was surprisingly hard to find a live-in chef who was willing to live in Caelum's majestic home. At least he considered it majestic, especially compared to the houses most humans lived in now-a-days anyways. Living all alone though meant that the dust had piled up, and although it didn't usually bother him - he made sure to keep the important rooms clean - he sometimes felt that it should be gotten rid of and the whole house better taken care of - he just couldn't be bothered to do it himself. Someone that would amuse him would be good too, after all, he did like company. Maybe he could even find someone who would be in awe of and adore him? Or was that pushing it too much? He supposed he would have to see.
With these goals in mind for the companion he was about to buy, and a bag of gold that was sure to cover for them, Caelum strode through the barrier the surrounded the mansion, grimacing in distaste at it, and walked up to the door. He met the stoic, knowing gaze of the butler at the door with a superior smirk of his own and allowed the man to lead him to the office of the woman who ran the place - a miss Athena Pallas. After a brief discussion over what slaves that they currently had might meet his needs, he thanked the woman politely for her aid and headed off with a guard by his side to show him around, and a list of potential matches in his hands.
After visiting several different showrooms, the Djinn was a bit annoyed. None of the slaves he had seen thus far had managed to spark his interest at all, even if they matched his needs. Staring down at the list and trying to decide where next to go, he noticed that the list was slightly dwindling. As he stared down at the paper, a voice on the wind caught his attention. It was coming from elsewhere in the house, and would not normally have reached the ears of people where Caelum was - he was certain that the guard who stood beside him could not hear it - but the air that moved softly through the house brought it to him, faded as it was. Something in the voice piqued the Djinn's curiosity, he couldn't quite be sure what though. Turning to the guard who stood beside him, he threw out a few quick questions about where such a character as the voice had belonged to might be kept. After learning that, in all likely-hood, the voice's owner was currently in the basement, the Djinn pursed his lips. He hated being underground, and would rather not go there if possible. Turning his attention back to the list, he decided to visit a couple more rooms before hunting down the owner of the voice. He would leave going to the basement as a last resort - he was determined to leave this place with at least a cook.
After a couple more 'interviews' with potentials, Caelum arrived at the next door on his list. Deciding that this would be the last room he visited before going to the basement, he allowed the guard to unlock it and strode in confidently. Fixing his eyes on the dark-haired girl who was in the room, Caelum observed her silently while the guard closed the door behind them and stood in front of it. The girl wasn't perhaps the most beautiful by human standards, and there wasn't really anything particularly striking about her - kind of a common appearance for a human - but she certainly wasn't horrible to look at. A minor gem for his collection then he supposed. Turning his attention to the collar she wore, he quickly checked to see what it was made out of - leather, which was perfect - before making sure that the colors did not contain purple (the last thing he needed was someone thinking that he should be taking care of them, it was the other way around). Satisfied that it did not, he ignored exactly what the colors were and instead focused on the charms. On her collar hung a broom, but not a pan. Although Caelum hadn't initially intended on getting two slaves, he realized that it might not be possible to find one to his liking who could both clean and cook. And perhaps having two would be best - then the one that would be cooking could spend more time on that.
"What gem have I found here?" he pondered aloud, storm-gray eyes still focused on the girl, "From what I understand of the tags your wear, you can clean, but I see no pan hanging from your collar. Tell me little human gem, can you cook? And well? I will not eat that which is bland or dull." he paused, but barely long enough to give time for the girl to give him a yes or no answer - should she choose to answer - before he continued. "That one charm tells me you are educated, but it does not tell me how much. How well read are you? Do you know any riddles? Games? Tricks? How about creatures you humans usually consider to be myths? How familiar are you with their stories? And how respectful of their difficult natures? Can you take a joke?" all these question were important to the Djinn. He needed someone he could 'play' with as much as he needed someone to provide him with services - hence why all the others had failed his interview - it would still be boring at home if he didn't have something to occupy his time. "Do not dally with your answers little gem, they are not hard questions."
Although he had a good feeling about this time, if this one wasn't going to work out, the less time he spent in her room, the better.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 5:39 pm
Δngelia Ɉay Ͼonners ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
"I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree."
┗━━━━━━━━━┛  ┏━━━━━━━━━┓"A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast."┗━━━━━━━━━┛
Angelia mentally frowned at these thoughts before returning her attention to the girls in front of her. A smile was just about to form when Rose mentioned her family. Though it was asked in innocence, it still hit Angelia hard. She had avoided all thoughts of her dear sisters since the incident, and now this sweet girl was suggesting that she should be able to live with them. Morbid thoughts danced through her mind. The last moments that she saw them they were dashing away from the stream. Their elegant faces were etched with fear, but through their eyes shown determination. It was too late to set up any type of barrier, the traders were already at their doorstep, so to speak. The last time she ever saw them was when they were swallowed by their oaks. And that was that.
Shaking her head, she brought herself back from the memory, begging her eyes not to mist. Angelia forced herself to smile. Whoever said it would make you feel better was deranged. Taking a deep breath she watched as little Marie asked her father a beautiful question. Suddenly the two girls were all over the place pleading for her sake. The impossible task they set before themselves brought tears to her eyes. Her smile wavered, but she refused to let her tears fall. One tear could mean an waterfall, and she didn't want to break down in front of these strangers, least of all the twins. She would feel terrible if she let them know how tired she was of this place. They were still living life without a care and Angelia did not want to ruin that for them.
As soon as she trusted herself to speak without her voice cracking she looked down at the girls and said, "Now, that is a hard question to answer, so don't be too hard on your father if he decides against it." She paused to swallow passed the boulder lodged in her throat, "Plus, I'm sure there are better, more qualified, nannies out there besides me." The corners of her smile quivered downward, trying to pull her down, but her smile was far from broken. You are strong, and you will not cry, she told herself sternly.
She stood up straighter, her shoulders back, and she held her chin high. "Sir," She said addressing the father, "It would be an honor to watch over the little ones for you." Angelia, with her temporary courage, smiled an open mouthed smile. A real smile. The only one she could have mustered with this courage. Looking down at the girls, she gave them a smaller smile, hoping everything would turn out the way they wanted it too.
┏━━━━━━━━━┓"A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of ribbons in her hair."┗━━━━━━━━━┛  ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 6:02 pm
X
 Fleur stretched her arms high above her head, a tiny, near chirp leaving her lips as she stretched as far as her body would allow her to. While she didn't find beds the best way to sleep, she appricated what effort went into the accomidations. After all, they could have just tossed her in some dirty cage and left her there until someone came to poke, prod and buy her. That was provided they ever game.
That flickering thought brought a small frown to her face. What would she do if no one came to get her? She wasn't terribly sure what she'd do. Fleur had this strange feeling, that after that first week, she'd probably start taking it out on the staff. That would certainly end terribly for her. She had heard about the basement rooms, but hadn't been shown them, she hadn't been here long enough to actually earn a punishment.
For once, she was actually on good behavior.
With a long, almost dramatic sigh she let herself go limp in the plush warm covers. Maybe she could get used to this-- the bed that is. Being cooped up all day? Ha, that certainly wasn't about to last a week unless she found herself something to entertain herself, and quick.
But, with no access to any of her powers in the walls of the this room, and the mansion, she was sorta' ******** on that end. Maybe she could convince someone to make an exception? Fleur smiled a little to herself, even snorted a little at her own joke.
'Ha! Like that'd ever happen '
With little else to do, the guardian slid to curl herself up in the blankets, perhaps a nap would be best. Maybe she could even dream of a way getting out of here, and outside-- even if she has to sit on a 2 foot long leash, she needed that sun and wind just like the grass.
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”Hrmmmmm...?”
The drowsy utterence left the girl just as Mari came in the door. Slowly, the slightly dazed woman raised herself up to sit, before sleepy lilac eyes drifted towards the door. The girl who stood there looked young, cute too. Fleur's head tilted some as she continued to exam her, barely catching that Mari had asked if she was in fact, Fleur. Without a word, Fleur remained still and quiet as Mari made her way over to the bed to sit beside her. It was then, that Fleur's head canted ever so slightly to the side.
She waited, and listened patiently to Mari, and all of her questions. She found the girl rather, interesting. She couldn't tell if she was simply eccentric, or naïve. Once more, she reached to scratch at the very base of one of her horns, practically humming as she did so before she let her hand fall into the intricate bedding. It seemed, by the silence, that Mari was now done speaking.
That made it Fleur's turn, right?
“ Well, guess I should start with the first part of all.. this. Yeah, I'm Fleur, I guess you can call me whatever ya' want if ya' take me own. I'd be yours right..?”
Her head tilted a little more, this time her eyes going towards the guard.
“ Also, I get to decide who I go home with? Didn't realize this whole, thing, worked like that. Oh well--”
She paused, long enough to straighten herself up, and look back at Mari. The girl's sunny personality was pretty persuading, in fact... Fleur leaned in just a tiny bit, just close enough to catch the edge of Mari's scent.
She kinda smelled like sunshine too.
“ Ta' be honest with ya' ma'am, I love travelin'. Seein' new s**t is pretty facinatin' if you ask me. I especially like traveling with others, you're right, it gets real lonely and borin' if you're all by your lonesome. Sights are still pretty, but it ain't the same if you got no body to show 'em, aye?”
Fleur offered her a slight smile,a wide yawn leaving her lips as she shifted to stretch. As she moved, her charms chimed gently against her chain collar, only for the sound to be muffled when she threw herself onto her stomach beside the blood.
“ So whatcha' think ma'am? Is little ol' Fleur up to standard?”
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 6:37 pm
  ┌x↑x↓x▏xxxxxxx The ones that loved me as i did them ... My mind now corrupted By my own mental reality I am trapped But really I Am happy with the decision i had made...
Jackie watched the Anubis girl approach her, but only part of the way. She asked about him, and as normal, she happily agreed. "Well... He is a nice guy when his hair is blonde. He is generous, fun loving, doesnt know his family is dead, which is where you come in. You have the two choices of wife or daughter. He isn't a hitter, so you dont have to worry about abuse from him. He is kind-hearted and if there was anything you needed he would somehow get it for you. He picked me up from the streets when I was little, since I didnt have a family or home since they abandoned me, and gave me everything. A home, a job, free food. You don't have to worry about any trouble from him. Now, his other side, is shown when he is in harms way. His hair turns black, and so do his irises. He is a vicious man, who has nothing to fear. He doesn't play around, and if anyone tries to do harm to anybody he likes, they will die a painful death. He wont bother you if you dont try to harm him. That is key."
She spoke, and while she did Yasumita had watched a new slave girl be dragged into the shop, and taken to a room. Excited, he went back to Mistress Pallas, and spoke about the new girl, finding out she was a vampire. This peaked his interests, and he could feel his other side ripping to get out and investigate. Feeling confident, he had payed thirty-thousand for the girl, and bowed to the dear Mistress. With that he went on his way to the loud sounds of the girl, which were growing with each footstep. When he got to the room, he could feel the presence behind the door. He thrusted it open and entered, spotting the girl. And as he did, the wish temporarily wore off, and the real Yasumita pulled his way out. The blonde hair turned black, and his irises followed suit and he looked at the girl. "Why hello my dear. It seems that today, isn't your lucky day. I purchased you to be my pet. And I dont really care whether you like it or not, because I already paid for you. Do you have anything to say before I remove you from this home and place you into mine?"
He grinned, and saw aggression in the girl's eyes. He placed his hand on the head of his cane, and looked into her eyes. He wasnt worried about the girl attacking him at all. Yasumita looked around the room, and back at her, and shrugged his shoulders in boredom. "What happened to that fiesty girl just a minute ago? Seems she has disappeared and left a husk of a body behind. I take it you're a vampire, but aren't vampires supposed to be feared? It's just pitiful." He sighed, unsatisfied. He was only playing a game though, to see what kind of fight she could actually put up if any at all. Against him that is. He walked right up to the girl, standing a bit above her, bearing a look of boredom to the girl, while sensing hunger in the girl. 'Come on, make my day.' 
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 6:39 pm
   ▐ Russel watched with trained eyes as the woman in front of her tried to reign in any flooding emotions. What had happened to her, besides being forced into a cage obviously, to make her so sad and morose? Had she lost her family? Her children? The mere thought sent a chill into his blood and a steel band around his heart. He had an abundance of sympathy to anyone who lost their children. When she spoke so honestly and earnestly to him he looked deep into her eyes and found no lies or half-truths. Satisfied he gestured to a jailer who had been eyeing the small family warily-as if they could steal a slave!-and spoke in what his children called his "no funny business voice." "I would like to purchase this young woman here. Now what is your asking price?"▐ ❀ ✿ Both girls jumped, clapped and shouted happily hugging their father before running back to the cage with happy eager faces. "Did ya hear that?! You get to come home with us-ummm...." Marie besides her made a frustrated noise before smacking her forehead. "We never asked her name! Miss, what's your name? Mine is Marie, and my sister is Rosemary but she likes to be called Rose or Rosie and our Papa is Papa unless he's around other people then he's called Captain Russel Morgans but we still call him Papa." the little girl said matter-of-factly. ❀ ✿
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 7:34 pm
❝xxx Y O U ' R Exxx A N xxxA L I E Nxxx Y O U R xxxT O U C Hxxx S O xxxF O R E I G Nxxx❞
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Well this was definitely strange. Evelaril hadn't been expecting anything like this when she ventured out her home to check out the "special shop" she'd read about online. Standing outside the manor, opalescent eyes behind large sunglasses stared at the beautiful place. Was this really the place? Was this really the right place? It seemed too lovely to be what it said it was. Walking forward into the mansion, the light change shocked her a bit, so she kept her glasses on; artificial light didn't really agree with her since she was barely around or in it. Lowering them briefly when a butler interacted with her, she managed to get out why she was there, and was shown to an office. Yeah, now Eve was quite sure this apparent "slave shop" was unlike any she'd visited before.
A few moments were spent talking to the Mistress of the Mansion before being directed to a slave room. Walking down the corridor, Evelaril's eyes behind her sunglasses looked around at everything she passed. This place was so elegant, but so sterile. Too used to being around her plants and living in nature, manors like this one felt intimidating to her, and almost prison-like. Oh, the irony of that thought.
A guard was waiting by the door when Eve arrived and watching him open it, the dimmer light of the room allowed her luminescent markings in her hair and on her face to stand out. Unless the slave she'd been sent to was used to seeing odd and strange people, Eve knew her physical appearance might have been strange. Facial features more like a pixie, with elongated canines like a carnivorous animal, it was her hair that stood out the most with it's natural hues of magenta and purple. Now in the slightly dimmer room, Eve slid her glasses off and placed them atop her head, her eyes that were a mix of purples, blues and lilac that looked like some kind of rare opal stared at the fair haired male. Nostrils dilated a little as she sniffed the air; being alien, she could just smell the difference between humans, and other races. And thankfully the information about this male had been correct; he was Elf. But... He smelt, weird.
Raising an eyebrow to the male that had been in thought, she stood by the door, not stupid enough to get within attacking range. "You elf, yes? As clear as her voice was - satiny and feminine - her terrible English shone as brightly as the sun outside. "What name? I Evelaril. Or Eve, if easier." Feeling pretty stupid that she'd neglected to ask what the Elf's name was, it just didn't cross her train of thought. Having very little contact with society meant that social interaction was pretty much non-existent unless she was dealing with the people that came to collect or buy her plants. Even then it was limited speech, and always to the point.
Although she was in a long blue dress, and she was quite tall for a female - standing at 5' 9" nicely - there was a distinct air of dominance around the alien. Eve stood tall and proud, right hand resting on her hip as she waited for any questions or accusing statements from the Elf. Sure he looked human enough to worry her, but the fact that he clearly wasn't was good enough for her. Evelaril just didn't like humans full stop. Or females; they made her too territorial and aggressive when around them for long periods of time. And to be frank, since Eve wanted a slave only to make her house less empty and to maybe help her with her home business, having a female was just... Well, it was more likely that she'd burn all her plants to the ground before buying a female to live with.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 7:51 pm
Look, listen to my voice
If you're making the choice
Tell me all the girls and the boys...  Zephyr was still thinking, churning some different escape plots around when the door opened. He scowled at the guard, not bothering to dispose of his cigarette, then tilted his head when the strange woman came in behind him. She was definitely not of this earth, that was for sure, and in more ways than one, but Zephyr was not going to go falling head over heels over someone who likely intended to buy him as property. He turned, facing her, noticing with no little irritation that, unlike the previous potential buyer, she was taller than him by a few inches. Elves were naturally short, and Zephyr was a little taller than most, but even then he hated it when he had to look up to meet someone's eyes.
Putting his reservations aside, he raised an eyebrow at her broken English, blowing a stream of smoke from his cigarette off to the side. Definitely an alien, he figured. And she didn't even know English. One would think that of all things that aliens had that humans didn't, a universal translator would be up there somewhere. But nope. It felt like the English classes that Zephyr had to take when he joined the Agency, only the other way around.
After the awkward silence, he spoke, raising the corners of his mouth in a snarky grin. "No, I'm a bloody cow. Moo." As he spoke, his accent showed through, containing the strange pronunciations of South African with a small dash of Japanese. After his moment of sarcasm, he sighed and extinguished his cigarette before tossing it in a waste bin. "Yes, I'm an elf. The name is Zephyr Rohds. Agent Zephyr Rohds. What the bloody hell do you want?" He knew what she wanted, and he knew he was likely to anger her with his bad attitude, but then again, he didn't care. In fact, he hopedhe drove her away. He needed more time to plan his escape, and if he changed location, he would have to start all over. Either scream or rejoice
Let's make that noise
Either move or we will all be destroyed.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 8:06 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►► Ivy Clarrisa Black XXXX▌ϛlave ƒor Life▐ ”If you don't stand for something you'll fall for anything.” ...Letting out a short huff she looked back down to her foot with an “Oh,” and hobbled to the foot of the bed where she sat and lifted her foot off the ground. The cut seemed like it was beginning to clot, though it was still not quite done dripping the crimson liquid. Looking at the dress in her hand she pursed her lips as though thinking on what she could do with it. Sad to see it go she closed her eyes as she gave the first tear, the sound of ripping fabric filled the room as she was now left with a long piece of fabric that she used to wrap her foot. Satisfied with the job she tied it off on the top of her foot, leaving a small cute bow near her toes as she admired the work. Letting go of her foot she looked around the room. It really was creepy, and odd. Did the owner really walk into a store and ask for twenty of the same exact items? Or however many rooms there were in this place. Turning around she placed her knees onto the bed as well, her rear end up in the air as she crawled up the furniture to the pillows. Or at least she started to do so, then the door opened and she stopped, expecting that the guard had come back for her after getting a closer look at the room. “I told you I would cl-” Using one hand to brush the hair over her other shoulder so she could turn to look at the two that entered she found herself looking at what was most likely a guard, and a person who was most likely not.
Realizing exactly what position she was in on the bed Ivy turned quickly to plop down on her bum, the mattress bouncing her a short moment as her hands came to her side to brace her. The scarlet dress moved with her, keeping her covered and depicting her normal frame. Ivy had never been starved so she was not stick and bones. She was quite the definition of normal really. Her chest was average, and her hips did not jut out too far to add any exotic curves. Her hair hung long down her back, bangs cut short to frame her face which held ordinary features. A normal nose and mouth, lead the eyes to typically find her own, which were probably the most interesting thing about her. It was not the color that most found peculiar, though that is what they usually remarked on, it was the light in them, the playfulness that brought people in. Evidence that she was not a broken slave, at times her eyes held a child like wonder to them. Ivy knew she was not much of a looker, not when one compared her human self to that of the succubus or vampire varieties of slaves that she had met over the years. Her humanness made her weak in the eyes of some masters, when really it only proved that she was strong.
Watching him watching her, Ivy quirked a brow when he finally spoke. There was no introduction, he just jumped right in. It seemed as though he might actually be in a rush, hoping to get his answers and get on out in case she was not actually what he was looking for. Well maybe he wouldn't be what she was looking for, this was a two way street after all...well not really, but she liked to think so. As he asked about food her stomach reminded her that she was hungry with a low growl that would at least go unnoticed by human ears. “Uh, well-” Was all she could get in before he went on with more questions. Tilting her head to the left she listened, wondering what it was he wanted to hear. While he spoke of her charms, her right hand rose to feel them between her fingers. After showering she had not really tried to look at them that much as her mind had been preoccupied with other things. “Is that what they mean?” She asked a question of her own before deciding to follow suit with more questions just as he had. “By cooking do you mean mac and cheese or filet mignon?” Ivy had never really been taught to cook, but had picked up some things through her years as a slave.
One family used her mostly as a nanny and so kid food she could do. Pasta was easy, and so were peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, or turkey...she could do both. Other then that though, she had limited knowledge of recipes to draw from, something probably quite evident in her previous question back to him so she moved on. Her education had also come from a lot of what the children of her late masters had learned. Only one master actually helped her along in her education. The years she had spent with him had been the best, in fact they were the years where she felt that escaping slavery could actually happen. In his passing though Ivy found herself just a commodity once more as his greedy ex-wife who had never officially been divorced and their children took all that they could from his assets. Anything that could be rid of for money, including Ivy herself, was sold for the profit it would bring in. “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?” Almost as serious as if the Hatter were asking himself in that moment. “I really would like to know. I have read that book a few times and could never make out the answer, I haven't the slightest idea.” Hoping to kill two birds with one stone on that one as she addressed no only the part of riddles but also that she had at least read some of the classics.
A small smile stretched her lips. “I love all sorts of games.” Ivy assured him, letting her hands fall into her lap, her tone giving away the rather excited nature at the idea of such things. There were too many to name, and only a few that truly bored her. In fact at times she could get a bit competitive when it came to games. His next question perplexed her though a bit, humans considered every creature to be a myth, though she had met many different races since she had been a young child. “Stories? I could not possibly be familiar with all their stories. I only know the stories of those whom I have met, after all even humans will each have different stories won't they? I find nothing wrong with their natures either. After all they will be who they are. My acceptance or disapproval will not change that.” His questions were getting stranger, and she was running out of answers for him. Had she done well? For the moment she was unsure. It felt like she had just taken a quiz and now was waiting for the score.
”Yet each man kills the thing he loves, by each let
this be heard, some do it with a bitter lock, some with
a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, the
brave man with a sword.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 9:20 pm
❝xxx Y O U ' R Exxx A N xxxA L I E Nxxx Y O U R xxxT O U C Hxxx S O xxxF O R E I G Nxxx❞
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The cigarette wasn't helping her mood thanks to her more sensitive sense of smell, but she wasn't against people and their habits - each to their own. Although if she did consider taking him home, he wouldn't be smoking in the house. Crossing her arms over her chest, eyes narrowed dangerously at the male, he finally introduced himself. An Agent? To be fair, the Alien had no care whatsoever that he was some kind of law person, at least she had his name. "Zephyr..." It wasn't easy for her to say his name, the 'Z' sounding more like a hiss as she rolled the name off her tongue, but at least it was speakable. Taken aback at his rude question, she stepped forward, fangs bared, a slight intimidating hiss coming from her. Shutting her mouth after a second, she clearly rethought her actions and straightened herself out.
"To ask question." Trying so hard not to lose her temper, Evelaril's actions were utterly innocent. "I have.. Big home. Large. But empty." Frowning as she tried to voice what she was thinking, this was pretty damn tricky. "Sick of living alone. Looking for house mate. Person to make house less... Empty." Trying to get the point across that he wasn't to be a sex slave, or a maid, or anything like that, she pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment, annoyed with herself that she couldn't talk well even though she knew what she wanted to bloody well say.
"Trying to say. You come live with me, no be in slave shop. No be slave." Swearing under her breath in her native tongue, Eve looked quite frustrated. "Don't need slave. Need house mate. Help me with business maybe. Make sense?" Shrugging, Eve gave up for now, trying to get her point across. "Can't speak well. Sorry. Can understand, just tongue no like different language." Again, she shrugged, but this one was more relaxed since she really didn't give a damn if she couldn't talk well.
Admitting that seemed to calm her down a bit, and her expression softened. "Like to come live with me? Get out shop? Not treated like slave?" Hoping to extend some kind of peace offering to the man by assuring him that she just wanted to share her home with someone cause she was bored and the house was so quiet, Eve hoped that at the same time, his hostile nature would fall away. She had no desire to seduce the male, it just wasn't in her nature.
|| ooc;; Awww look, she tries so hard <3 bless her~ ||
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❝xxxI T ' Sxxx S U P E R N A T U R A L xxx,xxx E X T R A T E R R E S T R I A L xxx❞ #e40091 - Eve talking #702963 - Eve thinking Eve's clothing
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 9:46 pm
Look, listen to my voice
If you're making the choice
Tell me all the girls and the boys... Zephyr returned her hiss with one of his own, lifting his lips to reveal razor sharp teeth that could rend muscle and bone with little to no effort. His hiss was more from the back of the throat, like a cats;, and indeed, with his pointed ears and sharp teeth, he almost resembled one. However, his response was just that: a response. When she straightened, so did he. While he didn't mind a fight, he knew better than starting one here, in the shop.
He listened to her, almost pitying her inability to speak. Evidently where she came from, English was not a language that was commonplace. Still, that did not make him sympathetic, and he did not believe her words. "No, I'll still be a slave." He made a gesture of rubbing his thumb over his other fingers. "The money you give to these people purchases me. In this house, I am not a person. I am property. And in your house I will be property. I will always be property until I die...unless I escape." And indeed, Zephyr had plans to escape...if she didn't buy him. If she did, he didn't know what he would do. The Agency will have given up on him by now. If he was moved even further from them, his chances reduced to nil. He would still try to escape, but he wasn't going to hold his breath, so to speak.
He considered adding that the Agency would come after him, but that would be a blatant lie. Plus, by this point, he was beginning to realize that, unlike the woman before, she was not backing down. Even with her noble...intentions, he saw that look in her multicolored eyes. Determination, mixed with a dash of greed. She wanted him more than what she let on, more than what she realized. He saw no lust, thankfully, but he knew that deep down, there was no possible way she was leaving this mansion without him. He narrowed his eyes at her, raising his upper lip again to expose his canines. "If you intend to purchase me, madam, you damn well be bloody ready to keep track of me, or else you'll find yourself alone again." Either scream or rejoice
Let's make that noise
Either move or we will all be destroyed.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 10:41 pm
 The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird Just as soon as she had been thrown into the room, someone was already looking at her. The girl immediately backed away as a change came over the man that had entered. His hair and eyes changed colors and she found herself staring at an almost demonic figure. It didn't make her falter one bit though and the girl watched him angrily as he spoke. "Well that was fast idiot, i can already tell you that you won't live a day after taking me, I will kill you and I'll escape." She growled, her fangs growing and flashing dangerously in the low light, like pieces of hard ivory or pearl. Her eyes narrowed almost to slits when she heard him calling her his pet and Aceline tensed angrily, taking a step forward. "Why you b*****d, how DARE you call me that!" She hissed through her teeth and took another aggressive step forward but froze, her eyes wide when he spoke his next sentence. At first it seemed like she hadn't even noticed him or his words, but then slowly her entire body tensed up, her eyes changing to one of a killer, cold, hard and devoid of emotion. "How dare you tell me I am pitiful and weak, you just provoked me and you sure as hell be prepared, I'll give you a reason to fear me!" She watched as he moved closer to her in an almost cocky way, showing his arrogance. This was the kind of person who was used to getting everything and having everything done his way, well she sure wasn't going to obey him. At first she stood stock still but with one blur of motion the girl attacked, aiming to claw at his eyes with her grown, sharpened nails. She still didn't have her full strength and speed, both from hunger and the spell on this building, but even in this weakened state she was a match for any strong and well rested man or being. Aceline didn't even think about how strong or what species this man was, she just saw him as a threat and an annoying and prideful one at that and she absolutely hated those kind of people which just fueled her anger even more towards this man. Aceline had been attacked, held down, knocked out and taken to this place only to be held captive in a room she didn't even like the colors of and she was taking out all her frustration on him. "You better take back your money because I'll die before I ever let you take me as a pet!" She said angrily, using her leg to execute a roundhouse kick in case he dodged her claws. It's like the sun's gone down, sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves, with the one who never grieves
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 10:52 pm
~~Leo Hawthorne~~ --------The heart of a lion, trapped in the body of a housecat...-------- Sitting on the bed in the corner of a small room in the shop was a young neko boy. The room itself was nothing spectacular--a bed, a bathroom, and that was about it. Though it was certainly better than a cage or jail cell like other shops had. The boy certainly wouldn't complain. The room was small, but at least he could pace around a little. He lay back, his hands folded behind his head and his legs crossed, as he nibbled on the butt of a half-smoked cigarette. The cigarette sat between the two piercings on his bottom lip, a small ring and a small stud, both silver. From under his blonde locks, one of his earlobes could be seen, also heavily pierced. The young man wore his hood low, almost covering his eyes, which were closed.
His black leather collar was buckled on tightly. It certainly didn't choke him, but it certainly became uncomfortable. The leather itself was coloured, apparently marks of his personailty. From a ring near the buckle were small charms, notation of his uses. Near the charms was a small tag dangling from the ring with his name engraved on the front. Leo. Short for Leonardo, his full name. He didn't really care for his full name, though. It was far too formal and proper. The neko was much more partial to his nickname, and not just because it was shorter. Leo liked to think of himself as strong-willed, resilient, and lion-hearted. That alone made the shorter version of his name rather fitting, or so he thought.
Unfortunately, despite his lion's spirit, he had the misfortune of having an unfitting body. He was slender and effeminate in stature. His many piercings were an attempt at making himself look more intimidating, but it ultimately hadn't worked. It wasn't all bad--even with his body, Leo was a bit of a powerhouse when it came to a fight. It gave him an element of surprise of sorts. But it wasn't really enough for the neko. The way he saw it, he was a lion trapped in the body of a housecat.
Through his mind ran several different thoughts. Some of the past, some of the present. He thought briefly about the man he once called his father. The b*****d. Debt was no reason to abandon family. Then he thought of his current situation. At least the worst part about right now was the boredom. There was nothing to pass the time except sleep, meditation, and maybe a little bit of shadow boxing, though the size of the room limited Leo to throwing a few punches here and there, and that got old really quickly. How long had he been here, anyway? Leo couldn't remember. Minutes became hours, hours bled into days, and days into weeks. Maybe it had already been a month or two. There was really no way of knowing. All he knew was that he wanted out, and he wanted out now. Of course, the neko wouldn't just go with anyone. He wanted a challenge. Resistance was Leo's specialty. He liked to break his masters before they broke him. That led to repeated visits back into the shop, but as long as his stays were brief, the boy didn't mind. It was worth it to see the looks on their faces--especially the ones who wanted some sort of lackey, or even a trophy. What the young man really wanted, though, was someone who could really challenge his will, using any means necessary. There was one weakness that would prove difficult to overcome for the boy--he was easily seduced. Being the way he was, he had a massive weak spot for charming boys and pretty girls. Especially the ones who used it to their advantage. Fortunately, Leo hadn't run into many of those yet, and the ones he had met still couldn't handle him. Moving his foot back and forth at a quick rhythm, he waited for someone to come and take him away from this place. Maybe it would be sooner rather than later. Current mood: Bored
Current Thoughts: When am I ever gonna get out of here?
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