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 Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 5:05 pm
She's got a huge backyard where she practices her fighting skills. Be prepared to fight her one on one at some point if you dare to take her on. Luxury can clearly be seen here. Working in a various places she's grown to liking her high life and kill beat anyone down who'll try and take that from her.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 8:02 pm
 +++Chase Miagi+++
Mood: Pissed
Location:Car
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▋▍ x D O N O T x ➸ Chase watches the cars as they go by, he really did not want to go to this b*****d's home, he liked it better in his cell where no one told him what to do. He could still taste the blood in his mouth from the guards hitting him because he struggled and faught on the way to the vehicle. Damn... ▋▍ x M A L U M IN U N U M V E X A T I O x ➸
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The Stories Never Told Crew
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 2:35 pm
In honesty, 'joy,' was the only possible thought Russell was able to produce among the various others that were not his own.
There were quite a number of reasons for this. For starters, he had just been purchased. That itself was never a fun process, as it took a lot out of his being (or what was left of it). Next, the guards were quite angry, malicious, and sadistic. This was displayed in a trifector manner (physically, verbally, mentally).
And the douche beside him kept running his ******** mind-trap. That definitely didn't help his already cluttered head...
Why did he even put up with this? Numbers, really. Even if one knew very possible thing there was to know (almost), he or she could be easily stopped by the physical masses, even for his physique.
And in this case, the masses were winning.
They were also loud. Very freaking loud...
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 2:48 pm
Atalia Rain O'Corters (edited it to get you two to post)
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 6:22 am
((I'm just waiting for other guy to post. >.> Posting in turns would help a lot.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 4:15 pm
((Ooc:So sorry for not responding.)) Chase sighs when they finally reach the property, not too thrilled about being purchased. The guards come to a stop at the front of the drive and get out of the car, yanking Chase out with them. He managed to elbow one in the rib, only to get kneed in the gut. They drag him to the door, kick him in the knees so he would fall to the floor, and knock. "Your lucky you little s**t, we were ready to off your a**." Chase spits out blood. "Seriously, I wish you would have." That earned him a kick to the back. "Shut up you pest." Chase hears movement as the other guard smacks the guy in the back of the head. "Cut it out you ******** moron, they aint gonna want 'im if you break 'im."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 6:19 am
((It's cool.))
...Russell didn't exactly like the other male forced to participate in this...endeavor.
But he didn't like violence any more. He knew that the guard was going to handle him in the same manner (that was common sense). He didn't exactly feel like taking it like a b***h (which the guard thought the other was going to do). Instead, he improvised.
Most proficiently.
The rope that bound his hands was slightly loose in one corner of the knot. A draft of wind at a 45° angle would loosen it up enough so that all he had to do was pull. With the added momentum of swinging his arms, and a half-right angle shot to the nose, the guard would be out cold with quite a broken nose.
And it was so. For he knew it to be.
The other guards were, as you might imagine, quite surprised. The young man had taken the knocked out guard's weapon (which was really a night-stick)...
"Please, do not handle us so roughly."
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 7:35 pm
Atalia Rain O'Corters (Don't worry)
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 8:44 pm
 +++Chase Miagi+++ I am feeling:Annoyed Location:Master's home ▋▍ xN O NXC O G I T A R E x ➸Cases wounds healed instantly and he stood, not too pleased about being here. He would rather be dead, and the guards were going to give him that if it weren't for the other two meddling. ▋▍ x D EX O B V L I S C E N T E S XM E x ➸
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:40 pm
Russell blinked. Quite a well-spoken woman, Atalia was. She was poised, confident, and mostly independent. Very honorable.
Him, on the other hand.
Chase seemed to be nothing more than a whining p***k. See, Russell could, how do you put, tune out the personal inflections he was bound to know of individuals who were quite unsavory. A few thoughts from the complaining man brought that distasteful result.
Russell wasn't too surprised.
He neared the other, disregarding the height difference (ha) to give him a chastising 'thock' on the head with the nightstick. Not austere, but like a parent flicking their child when they have done something wrong.
"Do not be rude; we are guests. More or less."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 5:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 6:28 pm
+++Chase Miagi+++ ▋▍ xN O NXC O G I T A R E x ➸ Chase sighs, his anger passing. The ears that once stood on edge at the top of his head disappear, his tail following suit. As soon as they were gone, one of his eyes changed to maroon. With a smirk he takes the stick from the other slave and lightly taps him on the head with it.
"It's not nice to hit others sir." When his wolf is out, he is a completely different person then when it is away. He turns to his new mistress and nods his head.
"I am Chase Miagi by the way." ▋▍ x D EX O B V L I S C E N T E S XM E x ➸
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 5:59 am
...Russell kept silent in response to the other's reply, nonchalant and observant. There really wasn't much more to say, if he wanted to keep a professional manner (which he didn't, but he subconsequentially did). In reality, he already thought that he had spoken too much for the day.
In fact, this was the most he had spoken in months. Already this was pestering the limited, opinionated portion of his mind, squeezing it down to the size of a dried, overused sponge. Nevertheless, he followed suit, trailing the hybrid indoors. At Chase's statement of his name, he quietly said, practically whispered a minimal "I am Russell" before resuming his silenced nature.
He didn't like to think of himself as this. He did honestly wish for the open, cheery sides of human inflections to display his emotions.
Though, he couldn't exactly think for himself in the first place, as there were others doing it for him. Every second.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 11:49 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:08 pm
+++Chase Miagi+++ ▋▍ xN O NXC O G I T A R E x ➸ Chase listened to the instructions she gave before following her into the home. Of course, he was not one that was too big on listening, but that was just because his wolf liked to be in control and rebel when not.
He urns to the other slave before looking around. He was not good at speaking with others due to his habit of not listening so he mostly kept to himself, making being social difficult. Besides, o would really want to have a conversation with a slave? ▋▍ x D EX O B V L I S C E N T E S XM E x ➸
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