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Blood Written in Stone Captain
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 Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 9:35 pm
This is a continued roleplay from Barton town between my character and Ino's character
Please no one else post here
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 9:49 pm
 Zane Cody Ino SanadaAbout me Human
I'm 23 years old and 100% Bisexual
I want a slave with a collar that has pink and plum, hopefully not red, gray, or black since they do become a pain after awhile, but I'm not that picky. As long as they do what I want when I want, I'm happy with them. Cooking would be a plus too I suppose, but it's not a major thing they need. xxxxxxxxxxxBackground I am complicated. It is as simple as that. I may be slightly bi-polar, and everything I do always has an ulterior motive, if I really take the look to analyze what I've done for and to people. I have quite the temper too, so don't bother me early in the morning, or after something went as wrong as it could.The things that make me happy:
✓ Warm weather
✓ Sleeping in
✓ Causing people trouble
✓ Gaining money or popularity
✓ Violin
The things that make me hate:
✖ Having people cause me trouble
✖ Being woken up
✖ Sugar
✖ Taxes, or any other version of losing money
✖ Getting wet for no reason
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:03 pm
 Sophia Nell Kaldak "This Is War by 30 Seconds To Mars" Blood Written in StoneAbout me Dark Angel
I'm Nineteen years old and 100% Heterosexual
On me is Lime green, pink, and plum. Pan, whip, and heart xxxxxxxxxxxI was born into slavery and have really only had all abusive owners. For most of my life I was dragged around desserts until that owner died... and now I'm here. There's something about black wings that people don't like, so I've been switching shelters and shops for years. I am quite quiet and shy. With my past, I'm scared of having any open relationship with people. But don't get me wrong, I can be very curious which normally gets me into major trouble and I can be outragously stubborn if I don't agree with something or if I'm sticking up with what I believe in. The thing that make me happy:
✓ Naps
✓ Cooking
✓ Wind
✓ Flying
✓ Music/dancing
The things that make me hate:
✖ Chains
✖ Sexists
✖ Extremely hot weather
✖ Thunder
✖ Cleaning
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:09 pm
It was another long, lonely, and stuffy day at the slave shop. How she actually ended up here was beyond her, but it was fun playing with the guards, and other creatures that were locked up. Though, it was getting lonesome with everyone leaving, not that she talked to anyone on a regular basis. Stretching, her top rose slightly, giving a good view of her naval, before her arms fell back to her side in boredom. Mona was on her back, legs crossed in a somewhat revealing yet ladylike fashion, her head resting on her arms.
"I hope someone takes me out of this place soon! It'd be great t be with anyone so long as my living space was bigger!" Typical, cheeky Romona to raise her voice for the last part to be heard by a guard. Seriously, she was practically a full grown woman-technically Sylph, but the details weren't important- who was cramped in such a lame-in her taste-and small cage. Another slave and human were conversing, but the blonde didn't want to interrupt at the particular moment.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:10 pm
In the back right corner of her cage, Nell sat with her wings folded against her back and her knees pulled up against her chest, her arms hugging her legs tighter. This place was terrible compared to the last shop that was trying to sell her, but then she was there over a year so they sent here here, to the best shelter on earth. Or so says the owners. Her wings were still free but the collar they gave her reigned in her ability to fly, cause beleive me, she tried. The most she can do is stretch them out and move them up and down. Which was absolutely impossible in this cage.
Many masters walked through here, carrying out slaves, but she knew there wasn't a hope for her. Before her last shop she was in, she had been without an owner for four years. Since she was fifteen she'd been shipped all over the world, trying to be sold. It's always the black wings.. But it was okay with her. She'd rather be in a cage then with someone who beat her for a sport.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:11 pm
Stepping through the shop, Zane bore a bored expression, glancing a the collars as he walked by the cages, not seeing anything too appealing to his eye or wishes. But, if he honestly couldn't find one who had at least one requirement, then he would take another who could be trained well. Eventually, his "tour guide"-who was still on guard duty- passed by the cage of a small, frightened looking girl with black wings. "Black wings hm? Plum and pink on the collar, and can even cook. Perfect!"
Zane stopped his steps and turned to the girl. "I want this one, and this one only for the moment. Angel, you're coming with me whether you like it or not. Don't dawdle, and try not to shed your feathers all over the place." Instructing the girl, he had no intention of staying any longer than he needed. After all, he did have a life.
But nonetheless, he smiled to her like any gentleman would to a woman, before waiting for the guard to unlock her. Hopefully, her wings fit in his car, she wouldn't try to fly off, and feathers didn't litter his whole manor.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:12 pm
Wha- oof" Nell was yanked out of her cage by her collar by the guard who had clipped a leash on her. Someone was actually buying her. She knew her expression was in disbelief. But still, he didn't look like the kind, sweet hearted type, so she kept her chin against her chest, hands clasped and eyes down. "Yes sir." was the only thing she said. Least he was in luck for a few things. Her feathers never fell out unless brute force was used to do so, and then it was like bamboo splinters being shoved up your fingernails, or having a molar pulled out during torture. Both of which she almost had done to her, almost.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:13 pm
"Don't be rough with her. I need her in good health if she's going to do things." Rolling his eyes at the carelessness, he barely caught the disbelief of the girl's eyes, as she ducked her head down, meekly replying.
"Angel, keep you're head up and back straight. Hands clasped behind you please. You are a woman are you not? You'll get back problems and be thrown away from that slouching." Sighing at the dark winged girl, Zane took the leash from the guard, unhooking it from the collar. She'd follow unless she wanted to be dragged.
Next thing on the list was names. "My name Zane Cody. You can call me Zane or Master, I'm fine with either. And yours, Angel?" Another insincere and phony smile was sent her way, as it probably would make her feel a little better about herself.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:15 pm
"Yeah yeah, I'm back. No. There was no problem with the boy neko. Yeah. I know my way around, thank you." Terrance replied to the guard who assisted him and his sister earlier in buying Damien. Walking through the cages he sighed as he felt his blood boil from what Erik had done. That was the third slave he'd stolen from Terr. And it wasn't that Terrance treated his slaves like dirt, it was just that Erik offered a more promising belt. Since Erik was in this arranged marriage and all, and the girl that he'd married was sooo high maintenance, he picked up a few slaves on the way. And then Cassandra, his best friend, apparently she found Eriks charms better then Terrances compassion, she was probably on her knees soup washing down a huge tiled mansion right now instead of enjoying a pool and sun. Teach her a lesson...
"Why hello there." Terrance said, coming up on a beautiful Sylph. "Guard. This one will do," he said, waving his hand to flag the one from earlier down. The sandy blonde flashed a smile towards the blonde and didn't bother to read her name. Tags on cages were so tacky, the collars were too. Another thing he didn't bother to look at. He saw her eyes, thats all he needed.
"I'm Terrance Amos MacDuff, and you are?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:20 pm
She learned at a young age to read faces, and this one wasn't smiley. His grin was charming, but it seemed off. She'd also learned at a young age that to have a last name meant she was free, something she currently was not, so she left Kaldak off her introducement.
"I'm Sophia... most of my owners find that too civilised so they like to call me by my middle name, Nell." her voice was flat as she spoke, she wasn't being rude, she'd just rehersed this so many times that it got old saying it. Her hands swept behind her only to clasp again behind her back, over her wings. Her fingers gentally brushed the feathers down as she looked forward to get outside and stretch out her black wonders. Nell looked up, and straightened her shoulders back, feeling a few things pop, and then set her chin level to the ground. Standing straight did feel a whole lot better then standing as she was normally told. "Thank you Mr. Zane." she said with complete sincerity in her voice for getting her out of that... place
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:21 pm
The Sylph stopped checking her nails in boredom, glancing to the man in front of her cage. She yelped lightly at the sudden jerk of the collar, nearly making her fall prey to the hard-not to mention filthy-ground. Was this guy for real? He was in here before, and he came back? Weird! But hey, she was getting let out of a tiny, cramped, and uncomfortable cage! Who really cared?
"The name's Romona London sir! You can call me Mona though," Flashing a grin with a slight laugh, knowing it wasn't the way to treat a 'Master.' But, the worst he could do was send her back, right? The blonde patted down some hair, knowing it was probably a bird's nest from laying on it all the time, and flicked her collar's tags while doing so.
Hopefully, he actually cared for her skills and not her looks like the last pri-jerk, since kiddies may still be up. Well, whoever the guy was, he didn't have bad sense in clothes, but they were pretty much all neutrals with no colour really standing out. And with any luck, she would get to go shopping with him some time.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:22 pm
Handing over the wad of cash, and a little more then necsissary, Terrance took the leash that the guard had stuck on Romona's collar and walked out. Once he left the building and got her in his car he turned to look at her.
"I'm sorry for how he treated you." he said honestly. "He was like that to my sister's little friend too. Now, I'll remove this collar on one condition. You try and run away."
His emerald eyes bore down on her as he examined her hazel-pink orbs. She looked slightly guarded, but didn't act the same as a normal slave, which was what he liked. Though, he couldn't tell if she'd flee or stay...
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:27 pm
"Nell? Odd to have a middle name, but no last. And Mister makes seem old..." Frowning to himself, as he was a couple paces ahead of the girl, Zane folded his arms across his chest, deciding to drop the matter. As her thanks left her mouth, he nodded and told her what any would usually say. She may have been a slave but she was still a living being.
"You're welcome. Before we enter the car you may stretch your wings as much as you want. but I want them folded down whilst inside, and that includes the manor." He finally handed over the money for the "Angel" as he preferred to call her, getting out of the shop and into the sunlight. Another man had left with a girl, but he paid no attention.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:29 pm
Was this guy for real? He's actually remove the collar? That was the greatest news ever! It covered her tattoo and was slightly itchy, which meant she'd agree to whatever terms. Waving off his apology, she grinned. "I'll stay, but you can't put that thing back on me once, deal?"
What was she supposed to do? Obey like a good little girl and not get wiggle room? She wasn't always a slave, only for about three years, and she was fortunate to have the drunk or perverted one she could get drunk before slipping out. Only to really get caught later, but those details could remain quiet.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:30 pm
A sigh of relief escaped her lips as her new master said he'd allow her to stretch her wings. Thank goodness... though her thoughts were quiet.
When the sunlight touched her skin Nell made sure to check if there was anyone around her, five foot long wings had the same muscle strength as a kangaroo kick or baseball bat hit by a weight lifter. Stopping just short, and waiting for one man to walk by, Sophia unfolded her wings from her back and shook a little at the feeling, her feathers rustling. She ignored the eyes of wondering people as she stretched her arms above her head, went on her tiptoes and extended her wings horizontally. Stopping just short of two movements and looking up at her master. "I promise I won't fly away.. it's just... stretching them out at full length doesn't get all the kinks out. Plus this collar disables me to fly..." her voice was quiet since she hadn't really used it in so long. Lifting her black feathered wings above her head at full length, she pounded them down, actually lifting an inch or two off the ground. That's all she'd ever get though.
When she was done Sophia turned to Zane and smiled brightly at him, "Thank you," she said once again.
She stood five feet and seven inches off the ground with wings five foot even each. The roots of her wings came from the insides of her shoulder blades, and the curve of her wings acted like an elbow. So when she folded them against her back the ends of her feathers just barely brushed against her ankles and the curve, or the elbow, of her wings sat just at the top of her head. The right wing would fold flat against her back, and the left wing would then fold over her right wing, giving her almost a midnight black arch behind her head.
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