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N o i r Wafflesaurus Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 6:19 am
 The Uncommon Slave Quarters
Upon leaving the front lobby with the bellboy as a guide, you will be taken over to a pair of doors to your left. The doors have signs above them stating where they go, the first door showing it leads to the ground floor and up to the third floor only, the next door saying it leads to the fourth floor up to the sixth. Depending on where the slave or slaves of your choice reside, you will be lead down either door only to be greeted by a guard waiting to take you to the first room on your list - if you have a list that is.
You are allowed to sit in the luxury rooms with the slave and talk, get to know them and see if they are right for you. You are not allowed to be intimate in these rooms, and under no circumstance must you let a slave out on it's own. A slave must only leave the room if it being purchased by you, or if a guard is escorting it to the basement rooms to be held in isolation for bad behaviour.
Contents of the Lower West Block:
- Angels
- Demons
- Mermaids/Mermen
- Half-Breeds
- Elves - all kinds
- more may be added here -
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 3:33 pm
![User Image]() Adam Osterson ☽The sound of voices through the walls would have been only a soft hum to human ears, something easily ignored, and perhaps even soothing. To Adam, the sound was irritating, a constant dialogue always playing. He could just put in his ear plugs, but he didn't want anything in his ears, especially after he had just cleaned them. Sighing, he stood up and walked over to the small table placed in the room. He hadn't sketched in a few days, and all this agitation needed to come out somehow since he wasn't allowed to use his drums. You'd think they wouldn't let him keep such things, but apparently they weren't as bad as people were led to believe slave traders were. Well, he couldn't leave his own room, and for some reason the window only opened so much. It was like living in prison, minus the yard time, and Bubba. Adam smirked at the thought.
He sat on the floor, grabbing the pencil off the desk and began letting the lead flow onto the paper as it saw fit. Drawing didn't require a whole lot of thought, and Adam was thankful for that. He had never really had a long attention span, finding noises, movement, or even his own thoughts far more interesting than what was already going on. The paper felt a bit rough under the side of his hand, smoothing out at as he rubbed his index finger across to blend the shading. There was nothing new to draw, having been trapped in this room with no one to talk to and the only thing coming or going from the room was food. No matter what they fed him, it all felt like the same thing. When was the last time he had been giving a slab of bloody meat?
Finished with his drawing, an abstract smoky piece, Adam kept his legs folded Indian style and laid on his back. His collar was a bit itchy, but he hadn't been allowed to complain. It was a bit feminine as well, pink and green, with little charms on it. He had been told that the rowdier ones were given leather collars. He was kind of glad they hadn't put a bell on him, or taken away his chain necklace. It was true that he transformed into a big furry beast, but he didn't want anyone to treat him like a dog. If they had taken his chain, he would have torn the whole building apart looking for it, possibly killing others in his wake. He shook his head. Killing another would be something Adam could never bring himself to do. Animals were one thing, a meal for the beast, but humanoid creatures were too familiar. ☾ ![User Image]()
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