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 Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 11:01 pm
This is the estate of Mr. Cristiano De Luca located on the outskirts of the busy city on the quieter end. It is on it's own large plot of land with a tall fence that goes all the way around. The fence is only able to be opened from the inside to prevent strangers from getting in. A guard watches the booth up front too and grants permission to those that ask to enter. Accidents do happen though, and people sometimes get in, from crazed fans to outrageous paparazzi. The estate has only a select few living there as his profile states, because Cristiano prefers to have as little people as possible living with him. There is a garage around back as well as a pool. It is not his only home but it the one he frequently uses so it is like his permanent residence.
More pictures will be added and this description may be edited later on.
sittingroom
tv room
kitchen
diningroom
bathroom
closets
His bedroomGuest bedroom
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 2:00 pm
 Hear me
I'm cryin' out
I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down
Find me ⊁⊀Galan⊁⊀
Galan was supremely uncomfortable to say the least. He should have known it would be like this with Hôtel des Esclaves. He’s been given such a nice room, real clothes, and that horrid iron collar he’d had from his previous stay with slavers had been replaced by the light lice collar he now wore. They’d even tried to heal the scarring on his neck from his old collar so this one looked nice on him, but he’d still held some mistrust for them. It was natural after all. With all of the horrible things slavers had done to him in the past, he had expected at least one unpleasant thing. But instead of finding himself tucked into the floorboard of a car or thrown in the back of van in chains or a cage, he was sitting in the backseat of a nice car like a normal person. Sure there was still a slaver sitting next to him as a deterrence for him, but seeing as the man had been playing on his phone the whole time, they knew he wouldn’t be trouble.
Galan had no idea where he was going or what would be expected of him, all he’d been told was that it was a very high profile client for the Hotel, thus why he was actually being taken to them, not the other way around. That was a little intimidating, but it didn’t mean much to Galan, he wasn’t informed on who was and wasn’t popular or powerful at the moment. All that mattered in the end was what his owner wanted and how they treated him. Considering how nice the Hotel had been, he could only hope that this owner would be somewhat kind. Perhaps the owners of the hotel had some sort of conscious about who they sold their slaves off to, but he doubted that still, no one in the slave business was that kind.
Eventually the car pulled into a drive, stopping for a moment outside of a gate before being let in. Pulling up to the front of the house, the slaver beside him got out and waited for Galan to follow. Hurriedly straightening his clothes out, a simple white long sleeved shirt, black slacks, and soft black shoes. When he was sure he was relatively presentable, he followed behind the slaver dutifully though no leash was attached to him and he could run if he really wanted. I'm lost inside the crowd
It's getting loud
I need you to see
I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 3:42 pm
 XXXX ★ ϹRISTIANO DE LUCA---Actor ★STATUS: || IS AWAY... Rosetta the top servant and maid stood at the door awaiting the arrival of their newest slave a young chap named Galan. Mostly all the staff was standing right there at the door way, ready to greet them. The butler James, along with the valet, the gardener, the chef, and two other servants stood waiting. Then there were three other maids. There was chatter among the group as they stood around. More staff worked for this household but they came and went when they were needed. Sometimes Cristiano hired extra help, but it solely depended on what was going on in the estate. When it was merely just them he did not bother hiring extra help. Actually the fact that a new servant had been asked for and bought was a large surprise to the group. Most of them asked what had occurred to make Cris change his mind until his servant Rosetta set the record straight. “Mr. Luca knows nothing of this, because it was me who felt it was necessary. This is a large estate, and though we don’t have people living in every single room, nor is the house full of people, the rooms still get dusty and whatnot. It’s a large house to maintain with such a small staff.” One of the maids stepped forward, “This won’t make him mad will it, you deciding by yourself that a new servant is needed?” Her large blue eyes held worry. Rosetta crossed her plump arms over her bosom, “It is fine. Mr Luca won’t mind at all. I know how he is.” James the butler sighed loudly looking grouchy, “If you say so. I can only hope that you picked an efficient slave and not some useless person. Or worse: a clumsy, busty gal who is only good for ogling and--” “Okay James we get it.” Rosetta snapped, and then the woman’s head snapped toward the door, her dark hair which was turning gray was tied up in a bun. She angled herself toward the front door when a knock sounded and the bell was rung. So the slave has arrived. She said she would get it without as much as a glance toward the staff.
The short and plump woman walked to the door and opened it. Her eyes which held crow’s feet looked first at the young male slave and then at the man who had walked with him. She didn’t look very friendly, but her eyes gradually softened upon inspection, as if this male had already begun to pass her visual exam. He did not look like he was the type to be trouble, so far so good. She was fairly satisfied. The staff behind her looked on in curiosity. Rosetta took Galan by the shoulders and shooed the man away, “Thank you for your services, I will be taking him now.” She watched the man turn and return to his car before taking Galan inside and closing the door. Once this was done she released his shoulders and looked him over. He looked like he was in good condition, excellent. Unless he had sustained injury but it was expertly disguised. Though there were women in the household they were trusty worthy individuals, not that she felt women could not be trusted with Cristiano who has great self control. But Rosetta just was displeased with the idea of possibly picking a troublesome female who may not be as well behaved as the maids they have had thus far. It had happened before, a young gal had been released from her services because she had tirelessly pursued Cris sometimes entering his bedroom when he was away and waiting for him to come home. The last straw had been when Cris had returned to find her laying naked in his bed, waiting for him. She had reviewed the files of some of the women available for purchase and she had not liked what she had seen. They all seemed risky hiring. So picking a male slave seemed like a safe choice—it automatically banished some issues right off the bat. (Clearly, Rosetta does not know Cris’s sexual preferences).
“Well it is a pleasure to meet you; I am the head servant here. You may call me Rosetta, or simply Miss Rose.” She paused and took in his facial features a bit more. Hmm, he has quite the face, somewhat feminine in a sense. But he looked obedient: obedient and dainty, but capable. Rosetta wasn’t used to seeing men with such a structure—she’d only set eyes on manly men. Broad shoulder tall and handsome—goodness gracious she must not think about it too much or else she may swoon. A bit rosy in the cheeks she plunked one hand upon her rounded hip and spoke. “So you must be Galan. You aren't trouble are you? Because if you are.” She pointed at him threateningly to make her point, “Then out you go.” She cleared her throat dramatically and continued. "Mr. Luca is due to arrive later on, and then you shall meet him. For now you are welcome to get comfortable until his return." Her gray eyes looked him over plainly, "Any questions?"MDaylus ((OOC: I shall make it prettier later. c: ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 4:36 pm
Sariyanna It's perfectly fine. This is about as pretty as I can manage.
I'm cryin' out
I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down
Find me ⊁⊀Galan⊁⊀
Fae/Human Hybrid ~ Mute ~ The Perfect Slave
To say that Galan was surprised by the woman at the door was an understatement. He’d heard something about an actor being his new owner. Of course he should’ve known better than to think that such an important man would come to the door to get him. Seeing what he could only assume to be other servants behind the woman, he bowed his head quickly, remembering his training. It didn’t matter who they were, he was a slave and he needed to respect them. Glancing at the slaver as he left, he felt hands on his shoulders and let himself be pulled into building. Hands clasped in front of him, he kept his head bowed slightly, letting those present look over him. It was all a process he knew well by now. Looking up shyly, when the woman began to speak, he glanced around at the others assembled quickly, unsure if it was allowed or not. They all seemed relatively nice, none of them showed any obvious signs of being cruel or mean, but then again there was no telling really. The kindest looking person could be heartless when alone.
Returning his gaze to the maid, he listened to her closely, absorbing as much information as he could now. Learning quickly was key to avoiding punishment, he knew that. Shaking his head quickly when asked if he was trouble, he looked honestly alarmed at the accusation. If this place was nice, he didn’t even want to think about something that may get him sent away. Nodding slightly at the news about the actual master of the house, he could only hope that he would be liked enough to be allowed to stay. When asked if he had any questions, he realized that these people didn’t know about his disability. Looking down quickly, he fidgeted. They might as well find out now, that way they might not be so angry at him later. Looking to the woman again, he touched his throat and then his lips before shaking his head, trying to show that he couldn’t speak. It was horrible, to think that he’d probably be sent back so soon, that all of these people had gathered for nothing, but he didn’t want to be beat for hiding something from his new owner or his workers. I'm lost inside the crowd
It's getting loud
I need you to see
I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 8:29 pm
XXXX★ ϹRISTIANO DE LUCA---Actor ★STATUS: || IS AWAY...He would be no trouble. Rosetta could see it in his eyes. His initial reaction to her query had told her everything she needed to know. So she had not been wrong in selecting him…. so far. But he seemed timid; hopefully this lifestyle would not be too much for him. The weak tended to fall victim to the bustle of this lifestyle, which at times could be eventful even to a mere servant of the estate. Errands were especially a challenge when people found out who your employer was. Then they flocked about you hoping to get any and all details you were willing to give up. It was stressful and Rosetta had found that she sometimes had to ease the nerves of the other servants who went with her to fetch dry cleaning and groceries for the house, because fans and paparazzi could be that overbearing. Expectantly she looked over Galan awaiting some kind of reply, when he gave none but instead gestured her eyebrow raised up expectantly. “What? What are you doing?” She asked impatiently, she had no time to play charades. “Cat got your tongue?” The butler James walked up casually and leaned over close to her. “Well it seems you have screwed up after all Rose, this one doesn’t speak.” Her head whipped around and looked at him. “What!” That very head swung back around and she glared at Galan. “You do not speak?” The gravity of the situation weighed down heavily on her and she walked to a nearby chair and sat down. “Oh lord…. what do we have on our hands?” She buried her face in her hands in an act of uncertainty and quietly thought. James in the meantime looked with great scrutiny upon Galan as well as the other staff members. But at this time the chef had tiptoed away to return to the kitchen and valet had gone as well as did the gardener who vanished outside to inspect the roses no doubt.
Now what would she do? If she expresses a need to have him returned it would take a day or so for this slave to be cast out of the house. That slave industry wasn’t always as sharp they could be fairly slow when it came to drop offs depending on who you are, and it could be tricky returning slaves as well. They were that disorganized at times. Which meant they could be stuck with this voiceless boy for longer than they would like. And Mr. Luca would be coming back later! That made the woman shoot up out of her chair. With a look of scorn she walked toward the boy and grabbed him by the arm, “So they made a fool of me and Mr. Luca by sending us a voiceless boy? Well there will be consequences for that.”
The butler intervened, “Though he does not speak he could still be of use. Extra help is extra help.” He fixed the woman with a stare, “That is what you wanted isn’t it, a spare set of hands? Which I’m sure he possesses.” “That doesn’t matter if I have to play charades with him just to know if he understands. How am I supposed to deal with someone who cannot speak and tell me things? This estate is enough work as it is. I don’t need him adding to it.” Rosetta gave the boy’s arm a vicious yank and she began to drag him away from the butler and toward the stairs. She had made a grave mistake; she should have asked them if there was something wrong with this boy. She should have made sure he wasn’t handicapped; she had trusted the system far too much. Dragging him down the upstairs hall with her, forcibly, Rosetta looked over her shoulder and scanned the various guest rooms. Eventually she randomly opened a door and pulled him inside, entered, then closed the door behind them. After a moment of listening outside for passing servants she angled her sharp eyes on Galan. “Here’s the deal. You are far too much trouble to maintain so I am sending you back. Don’t try to fight it because it won’t do you any good. For now you are staying in here, and don’t you dare come out because Mr. Luca cannot see you. He cannot know you are here.” Because Cristiano cannot know she made a mistake. If this boy decides not to listen there will be consequences.
MDaylus ((OOC: Yeah perhaps you're right. c: ))
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 9:07 pm
Hear me
I'm cryin' out
I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down
Find me ⊁⊀Galan⊁⊀
Fae/Human Hybrid ~ Mute ~ The Perfect Slave
Galan didn’t know what to do when the woman clearly didn’t understand him. Looking to the butler when he moved closer, he heard his words and instantly knew that his disability was the breaking point. It always was. Nodding his head at the woman’s question, he lowered his eyes, preparing to be hit, to be yelled at, to be blamed for everything. It was always the same. His lack of voice always made other people hate him, treat him as less than human, and he supposed he was. He was just a weak slave that was good for nothing more than a passing fancy for one person or another. Feeling the butler, as well as those remaining, all looking over him in a new light, he shifted uncomfortably, curling in on himself a little.
Not even looking up when the woman stood again, he didn’t so much as flinch as his arm was grabbed in a grip that was far too tight to be comfortable. The woman had seemed so nice, in control and perhaps a bit of a perfectionist, sure, but she’d seemed nice. But she wasn’t He should’ve known better than to be fooled. That thought brought tears to his eyes. He’d hoped to find a nice master, a nice place to stay and to work for…..there was no such luck it seemed.
He was shocked when the butler tried to intervene in some way, saying that he could still work. Looking up through his lashes at the man, he couldn’t believe that someone was defending him. Giving him a thankful look, he knew it would be no use, Rosetta was far too angry to listen to him. Following the pull of his arm, he kept pace with the woman without any resistance, eyes falling to the ground as he let a few tears fall. Entering the room as she pulled him in, he kept his head lowered, arms limp at his sides in a show of submission. Trying to stop the tears, he waited for her to strike him, to beat him for not being what she wanted, for causing problems, even though he’d only been there for a few minutes. Listening to her, he nodded his head slightly at her words. He wouldn’t leave, wouldn’t cause any problems for her, it wasn’t like he could make much noise to draw attention anyway. In looking down, he saw a small cut on Rosetta’s hand. Despite her being so harsh to him, for getting rid of him, he slowly touched her hand before running a thumb over the cut, the injury fading. Though his collar was meant to keep powers from working, the Hotel had let him keep his as they weren’t destructive. So, perhaps as an apology, he healed her hand. Slowly moving away, he found a corner to sit down in, not wanting to mess the room up in some way, not wanting to be more trouble than he was worth. Giving a weak smile, he pulled his knees close, arms wrapping around them to take as little space as possible and hid his face in that position, still crying, silent as always.
I'm lost inside the crowd
It's getting loud
I need you to see
I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 11:54 am
XXXX★ ϹRISTIANO DE LUCA---Actor ★|X| |X|STATUS: || IS AWAY...No complaints, no rebellious behavior. Good. The fiery of the maid’s aged eyes mellowed out and she looked at him with a sense of intrigue. It was like he had redeemed himself a bit with that calm reaction. He could not speak, but at least he was obedient like she had initially thought. For a second, just a second she felt like he may not be too troublesome. But she still found his lack of speech a problem. Mr. Luca was a patient man, but they had never had to deal with something like this before. She would hate for her employer to have to work extra hard just to make some such of connection with this voiceless slave. Her body jumped a fraction when Galan touched her hand. Rosetta did snatch her hand back but at that point he had already retreated and wandered off to the far side of the room and sat down. Her gray eyes looked him over suspiciously. She turned to go but when she reached for the doorknob she noticed that the slight cut on her hand was healing itself. And then it was gone. Wide eyed she lifted her hand and looked at it. Then she reached for the doorknob again, but then the thought of Galan touching her hand brought her gaze snapping right back to him. He was curled up in a ball sitting on the floor. Rosetta stared long and hard at him, torn between breaching the topic and just leaving the room. In the end she left the room without saying a word. But she knew. She knew it had been him. Rosetta stood out in the hall looking at a loss. That was not an ordinary slave.
Her mind busy the small, slightly plump woman strolled down the hallway and descended the stairs. James was watering some flowers on a table in the hallway and she strolled up to him briskly. “Well it would seem that we do not have an ordinary slave on our hands.” She announced to him, causing him to turn around abruptly. She held up her hand as though a piece of evidence—though the injury was long gone. “He heals injuries.” No amount of surprise registered on the butler’s face. “Rose the world is larger than you may think. We share this world with extraordinary creatures.” “But— “ “But he looks like a human, yes. It is not always that obvious differentiating us from them. He may very well be part human.” The butler paused and said thoughtfully, “If he heals…he could be part angel or even part fae… They always seem to have abilities of a healing nature.” Rosetta’s eyes stared at a spot on the wall in shock, where a painting hung, an angel or a fairy? She raised her hand up to her face again, to look at the spot where the cut had been. That cut had been caused from one of the maids dropping a vase upstairs… She had stopped to help pick up the pieces. Did… Did Mr. Luca know about such things?
The maid shook her head as to rid herself of the thoughts; James had known of such things but had never spoken a word about his knowledge. Was this casual news to him? Slipping back into the commanding presence they were familiar with she walked about and checked up on all the staff, trying not to think of Galan. She should make that phone call to inform the shop she wanted to make a return, but she found that she put off doing that little errand. Antsy at the thought of Mr. Luca’s return she constantly looked to the clock. Galan had arrived around three pm and it was almost four now. She had to keep busy and…think of a plan.
Time flew and to Rosetta’s pleasure Galan did not wander from that room. She felt tempted to check on him, but avoided going back into that guest room. She wasn’t scared of him…. she just couldn’t process what had happened…
Plenty of the other servants seemed worried about him, especially the other maids. No surprises there. They probably thought he was an adorable little thing. Rosetta sighed; she had just told one of the maids to bring some dinner up to Galan…and…a pencil and some paper (to help with figuring out what else he needs). It was better than nothing. She had been angrier earlier but now was eerily calm about the whole thing—though she still felt he can’t stay here. And that Mr. Luca shouldn’t know she bought a slave, yet alone a mute one. Putting down her damp cloth she sat down in the living room and put her feet up for a moment. Looking over her shoulder out the window she noticed that it was darkening outside. If Mr. Luca decided to come back home late tonight it wouldn’t surprise her. This happened often.
----On a busy road city
--- The time now? 11: 46 pm (several hours later)
The sound of swerving tires echoed in his ears. Paul’s eyes darted to his rearview mirror; he went sailing through an intersection without stopping at the red light. “Are you out of you goddamn mind! You could have caused an accident!” Rick shouted at him who seemed far more focused on the road ahead. His eyes constantly went back to his mirrors checking their pursuers. “You see the mob tailing us? I can’t slow down!” He passed three cars on the left side of the road and then swerved back in front of them when the way was clear. Rick’s hands were busy gripping onto the dashboard as if for support, but more because it gave himself peace of mind. He was wearing a seat belt. But it did practically nothing for his state of mind. Behind the dark vehicle were three cars, going at high speed. There were people leaning out of them with their cameras ready. A fan was riding on the back of a motorcycle trying to get closer to the one of their car’s windows. “These people are crazy. Why can’t they just try and talk to Cris like rational people?” Paul was muttering to himself, his hands gripping the wheel hard. He shifted his eyes over at Rick who looked spitefully at him whenever he wasn’t gritting his teeth when the car swung around a corner. “Perhaps you scare them away Rick, so they don’t want to get too close.” Rick unclamped his jaw to utter a reply, “Tell me how speeding after us is a better idea. In a way risking an assault from me is a more pleasant idea.” Sweat was running down his forehead and strands of jet-black hair were sticking to his skin.
The two of them continued to argue back and forth which likely wasn’t the best idea, because Paul’s attention should have been on the road. In the back of the car Cris and his companion were sliding back and forth across the backseat. Cynthia Clearwater, who looked glorious in a white chiffon gown that dipped low in the front showing off her full breasts. The gown’s material shimmered like tiny crystals laid on its surface. Her white blonde hair was gathered high on her head in a crown of curls. The car swerved this way and that and the force constantly made her go tumbling in Cris’s direction. They collided just about every time Paul took a sharp turn. They had attended a large party together and things had gotten out of control when it had come time to take their leave. It had been like the paparazzi had been waiting for them to leave. Cindy had arrived at the party with him and he had decided to take her home as well. But their being seen together roused a lot of reactions. However the moment Paul had driven through those gates vehicles had been lined up on a street, the windows rolled down. And when their car had went rolling down the street the vehicles had followed. Along the treacherous route to get home they had lost probably seven cars but now three remained, along with a teenage fan riding behind a male on a motorcycle. Paul had jammed his foot down on the accelerator so quickly they didn’t even have time to put their seat belts on. Cindy collided into the hard wall of his chest as Paul swerved the car through traffic, as the car jerked the other way his hand shot out to gather her close to him. He held onto his door to prevent himself from moving too much but his shoulder did knock into the door on his side whenever the car reeled to the right. He grimaced, “I apologize for my chauffeur. He tends to drive like we are in an action movie on nights like these.” She giggled and shook her head her eyes twinkled. “Not at all, I’m actually enjoying the excitement. I get chased but not in this fashion.”Cris smiled at her, and gripped her hard when she started to go sliding backwards down the seat again, which drew a gasp from her. It was probably because they were together that it was this bad. It…. heightened the excitement of the paparazzi and they probably wondered what they were doing together. Not that it was a sin to attend parties with a married woman. His golden eyes looked through the windows and he could see flashes, they were trying to take photos of them but they likely wouldn’t get much. “Paul!” He called out, “How much longer until we get to the Clearwater residence?” Paul looked at him through his rear view mirror, “About five minutes.”
MDaylus ((OOC: Tee hee, went a bit overboard with that one. c: ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 1:12 pm
Sariyanna Well it was entertaining to read. ^^
I'm cryin' out
I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down
Find me ⊁⊀Galan⊁⊀
Fae/Human Hybrid ~ Mute ~ The Perfect Slave
Galan knew that his touch probably wouldn’t have made Rosetta happy, the way she snatched her hand away was proof enough. But what he had done was all he could offer as an apology for the trouble he’d caused her, even if she still hated him. He heard her stop at the door and wondered if she wanted to yell at him some more, want punish him for healing the cut when he wasn’t asked. But then she was gone, and he was left alone. Staying in the corner for a long time, he didn’t so much as twitch, let alone to try and leave or draw attention. Eventually he calmed and resigned himself to being sent back again. And even though the Hotel had been nice to him, he was sure they’d punish him for ruining a transaction with such a famous client.
When he’d reached that point, he began to move around, not to look at anything, but to clean the room. Although it was already mostly clean, he guessed that one of the maids had been in the process of cleaning it when they were called down to greet him. Finding the cleaning supplies, he scrubbed the room down from ceiling to floor. He got into every nook, every corner, and when he was done there wasn’t a single speck of dust or smudge. He even redid the bed so that there were no wrinkles and it was completely even. After he did all of that, he carefully placed the cleaning supplies by the door, all neatly arranged before slowly going back to his corner, knowing that there was nothing else he could do.
He was sitting there, curled up when the maid finally came in. Looking up to her nervously, he offered a small smile when she didn’t seem angry with him. “Hello sweetie….I’ve brought you dinner.” She said softly. Sitting up a little, Galan watched her set the small tray of food near him. Seeing it, he offered up a beautiful smile in thanks before cautiously moving over to the food and starting to eat. Looking up at her when she didn’t leave, he paused. Perhaps he wasn’t allowed to eat. The maid smiled at him and slowly sat on the ground near him, pulling out the paper and pencil. “Can you write?” she asked softly. Galan looked nervously at the offered materials. Thinking for a moment, he finally motioned with his thumb and forefinger. ‘A little.’ The maid sighed at that before setting the paper and pencil before him. “Why don’t you write down everything you know how to.” She suggested. Nodding, Galan slowly began to write. His handwriting was that of a child’s really, with steady block letters, a little bigger than normal handwriting. Some of the words were misspelled, but he ended up with about thirty words dealing with chores and other such things, and then another ten words for his basic needs. Staring at the list, he finally nodded and gave it back to the maid. She motioned for him to eat as she looked over the list.
The maid sighed as she saw what there was to work with. Seeing as he was still eating, she decided to work with him a bit, teaching him to write a few more words that might be useful here if Rosetta decided to keep him, which seemed to be a slim chance now. When Galan was finished eating, she took the paper and the tray and stood, finally noticing the room and how clean it was. Surprised by what she saw, she looked to Galan before smiling at him. She’d been the one cleaning in here earlier. With a soft goodbye, she left Galan in his little corner and went to tell Rosetta what she’d seen.
I'm lost inside the crowd
It's getting loud
I need you to see
I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 10:59 am
XXXX★ ϹRISTIANO DE LUCA---Actor ★|X| |X|STATUS: || IS AWAY...Rosetta was looking at her watch impatiently when the female maid returned to her. Without even looking at her she asked if he had accepted the dinner and how was he when she came in. The maid said he was doing well, he was quiet, obedient, a bit to himself. Rosette nodded her head and went about listing some things that needed to be done; she wanted the maid to help out in the kitchen. Everyone in the household had sat down together to eat dinner--with the exception of Cristiano who had yet to return. "Please help with cleaning up in there," Rosetta advised the female, but then her head snapped around when the female just stood there looking at her uncertainly. The plump woman turned away from the cleaning supplies she had been about to put away and looked at her. "Is there anything else?" She asked a bit testily. The female twiddled her thumbs under that gaze, "Well I was talking with him and he seemed like a sweet heart, I don't think he could possibly do any harm." She unfolded the paper he had written on and showed it to Rose. "Look, he wrote these down. I helped him and see, he can work. He can do all of this." Rosetta was not sold so the maid went on. "You won't believe what I saw when I first came in. The room was absolutely spotless. I had been working in there earlier and I didn't finish.....He finished the cleaning without even being told." Rosetta lifted her brows a fraction, "Did he? Hmm......" She crossed her thick arms and looked at the two maids who were walking by, taking out the garbage. Rosetta said nothing after this so the maid was encouraged to go on. "He seems like he has accepted your decision, but....I don't know... Are you sure we cannot use someone like him? He listens quite well, even if he doesn't speak. Maybe....we should ask Mr. Luca about this?" She suggested timidly, and that made Rosetta snap. She grabbed the maid by the arms and gave her a shake. "Mr. Luca cannot know about this I already told you people!"
In the background a door opened and Rosetta turned around guilty letting the female go. They stood side by side as they saw Rick Cris's bodyguard come toward them. "My god, never getting in the car with them, never again!" Rose managed to pull herself together and stepped forward. "Rick," she said as a means of greeting, "Where's Paul and Mr. Luca?" Rick whose dark hair was spiked up in all angles like he had been yanking on it, turned and looked over his shoulder. "Cris is behind me, Paul's parking the car, he'll be in in a bit...that crazy...b*****d. He needs to stop driving like we are in a daredevil movie before he crashes and kills everyone in the car and himself." He took a breath as if to settle what could only be rampaging nerves; Rose could only predict that it had been a heart stopping ride home. It was somehow ironic that Rick protected people for a living, but was horrified by bad driving. She could also assume that since he was inside he planned on staying for a bit before heading back out again. "Yeah," he clarified, "I'm going to stick around. I haven't had dinner in some time so I hope you left some for me. I'll call a buddy to drive me home." This was obviously because he refused to have Paul do it.
Rick strolled away toward the kitchen and soon after Rose caught sight of Cris near the doorway, Paul strutted inside seconds afterwards. She approached. "Mr. Luca it is good to have you home," she stood on tip toe to give him a motherly kiss on the cheek but then paused when she noticed a few leaves in his hair. "What in the world, did you run into a tree?" He smiled at her but shook his head. "No, Paul pulled away from the curb when my door was still open. We brushed up against a few trees and and the leaves got inside." Cris reached up and pulled a few leaves from the side of his golden hair, Rosetta got the last one. He asked if everything was going well and she replied with the usual. He said that this was good and looked about to wander off speaking of fatigue. Rosetta bit her lip, her first show of weakness and followed him reluctantly. "How was Mrs. Clearwater?" "Good, she had a nice time. Aside from the pursuit it was a lovely evening." That was good, honestly Rosetta was quite fond of Cynthia Clearwater, she was one of the few actresses who wasn't snooty and pretentious. A decent girl indeed. If only she wasn't married......
Cris stopped abruptly and she walked right into his back and bounced off. He turned and looking a bit quizzical asked her if something is wrong. "Oh no, nothing at all. The mind is just busy is all. I am always thinking of my duties." Galan was part of her duties as well. The woman's gray eyes focused on the back of Cris's head as he turned around and surveyed the condition of the home. Should she tell him? Mr. Luca was such a darling, had always been even when he was a boy. Despite the situation with his parents. Of course he had a period where he had seemed jaded and cynical but it seemed to have passed because he was fairly pleasant nowadays. Therefore he likely wouldn't be mad, and yet....she was hesitant to speak of Galan. This was due to the fact that Cris was not at all a slave person. He bought people's services but did not buy people. There was a difference--he actually acted as though he wanted nothing at all to do with the slave industry. For her to have done such a thing without consulting him first.....
"Rosetta?" She blinked, he was looking at her....again. "Actually there is something I've been meaning to speak with you about. Now Mr. Luca I know we've had this talk before," she surged on like she was afraid he'd interrupt her. But Cris showed no sign of doing such a thing, he simply looked at her, as if silently pondering what had brought about this response. "I felt extra help was needed. I know you want a small amount of people here and I honor that, but I felt one more body would do us some good. So.....I went out and searched for a slave to do extra work." She fell silent, her eyes looking upon the floor as she broke it to him. It was ludicrous that she couldn't face him, but she couldn't. As painful as it was to admit she made a mistake she told Cris about how Galan does not speak. However she did mention the comments the maid from earlier had said. Cris was an attentive listener, not saying a word until she was done.
"So you were agonizing over this? Well...it makes sense. I thought you were acting peculiar.." He took his coat off and was about to lay it down on the couch. But a maid came and took it from him. "I don't know why you worried, you know I don't believe in yelling at my staff when they make a mistake. I've forgiven you time and time again for matters that were a tad bit more serious than this......So....what have you done with him?" Dutifully she showed him.
Upstairs she brought him to the outside of the room she had closed Galan up in. "I put him up here so that he was out of the way--I was trying to think of what I should do with him." She reached for the door and opened it up. Cris stepped inside, and the entire time his golden eyes were upon the male whom was seated in the corner of the room. Rosetta looked from Cris to the slave and added, "His name is Galan. He has healing abilities and James says he is likely half angel or maybe half fae." Cris stared at Galan as if he hadn't heard. So this who was sent to them. In a way he was surprised Rosetta had dealt with him this way; usually she was much more....humane. Perhaps it was the panic that had caused her to act in a crueler fashion. The blonde took a few steps toward the male slave, slowly, his face held a small smile. And in that smile seemed to be an apology. "Galan is it? Well then it is nice to meet you. You will have to forgive Rosetta. She is not at all used to dealing with special individuals so she may have panicked a bit. He came to a stop a few inches from where Galan was stationed, "It took me a little while to come back and meet you. I apologize for that as well. I'm Cristiano De Luca, though most just address me as Cris." Galan may not speak but this was perfectly okay to Cris--even though Rosetta had acted like it may be a problem.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 10:33 pm
Hear me
I'm cryin' out
I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down
Find me ⊁⊀Galan⊁⊀
Galan was just starting to doze, head resting against the wall, and faintly wishing he could have some sort of blanket. The clothes he had on, though good quality, weren’t very warm. Of course there was a bed in front of him, but he refused to do anything that would require anyone to clean up after him, not when he wasn’t useful in the slightest. His slow descent into sleep was stopped by the commotion downstairs. He could barely hear it, but he was sensitive enough to noise that he was roused all the same. Listening to it absently, he could only guess that the master of the house was back. He wondered what he looked like, how he acted. Maybe he was actually a nice man. None of his workers seemed injured or oppressed, perhaps this would’ve been a nice house to live and work in. But he knew that was all useless pondering. He was to be sent back as soon as possible, Rosetta had made sure that was clear. He was just lucky that he wasn’t completely forgotten until then.
Not even perking up as he heard footsteps, two sets as best as he could tell, he just assumed the master was taking someone to bed with him, or perhaps the help were going to bed. It wasn’t until stopped outside of the door that he began to pay close attention. He wasn’t supposed to be seen by anyone. What if it wasn’t the help and the master or a friend of his came in and found him. He didn’t want to get into trouble. Looking around, he tried to find someplace that would work as a hiding place, he thought to head for the closet, but the door opened before he could move. Freezing when he saw the person in the doorway, he hunched up slightly. The man was handsome, almost unbelievably so compared to his past owners. And he was so tall, it seemed like he filled the doorway. Glancing at Rosetta, he knew that he couldn’t get in trouble for showing himself now, but he didn’t know what this man would do.
Not moving an inch, barely even seeming to breath as the man approached, he watched him, seeing the small smile, but not trusting it. Hearing his words, Galan instantly lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly. He was used to such treatment. In fact, aside from her instant change in mood, her treatment was almost kind compared to some. Not looking up until the man stopped before him, he slowly looked up through his lashes, not sure what would happen to him now. Seeing that he was still remaining gentle, he offered a small, nervous smile at his introduction. After a second’s thought, he carefully moved so he was sitting on his heels and he bowed his head, an obvious gesture of submission to the man.
I'm lost inside the crowd
It's getting loud
I need you to see
I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 11:59 am
XXXX★ ϹRISTIANO DE LUCA---Actor ★|X| |X|STATUS: || PRESENTThe distrust hovered overhead like a mist, thick like humidity and for a few minutes Cris wondered exactly how harsh Rosetta had been with the slave before he had arrived. Which was why he looked over his shoulder at her and the woman lowered her head in embarrassment. The show of submission he received from Galan took him aback, but it was insulting in a sense: did he look like he wanted to be bowed down to? Perhaps his profession made it seem like this is what would please him--but it wasn't. The display of docility almost made him sigh. It was good that Galan was well behaved, but he did not want to be treated as if he were the type to crack a whip if he were to not get his way. As a means to prevent himself from looking too daunting Cris slowly brought himself down on to his knees sinking down to the floor. Rosetta gasped in the back ground, but he ignored her. Cristiano folded his hands together over his thighs and sat on his legs in front of Galan. "Okay," he began somewhat at a loss as to what to say, therefore some extra time was needed to gather his thoughts. He tried again, "You don't have anything to be afraid of, I don't physically strike the people in my household for mistakes. Discipline isn't quite my thing." He paused and after angling a sharp glance at his maid he looked at Galan, making direct eye contact. Those golden irises looked beyond the youthful male who in a sense did not at all look like he was fit for the work he was in. "I can't make you believe me--you probably won't anyway. At least not right now. But for now I just want you to relax and just keep doing what you've been doing: which is listening carefully to the orders you are given. So far you are doing a good job." Cris never allowed his gaze to leave the male; he looked right at him the entire time as if the eye contact would help get his point across. After Rosetta told him of what she had done he had made a decision, and that decision had not changed since he was walked into this room. "Contrary to what you may believe, I have no intention of returning you."
"Mr. Luca!" Cris held his hand up to silence her. "Rosetta please allow me to finish." He replaced his hand back down in his lap. In the background Rosetta was not only having a fit that her employer was sitting on the carpet ruining his slacks but that he was willing to keep a handicapped slave. Her employer was sitting on the carpet in front of a slave, putting himself on the same level as that person. And he wanted to keep the slave. "Mr. Luca we cannot deal with--" "I don't see how this is a problem. He can still work--he has two legs and two arms. He also has ears to listen to orders so he can be told of his duties." As if that solved the problem the blonde male rose to his feet, and gave the legs of his pants one swipe to remove any lint that may have clung. His eyes wandered from Galan to Rosetta. “Rose please find Galan a more suitable bedroom, you just tossed him in here but I doubt this room meets his satisfaction. “ He looked back at Galan and gave a quick smile. “You won’t be confined to your room so please do not feel pressured to hide yourself away. Rose will put you to work and we will see how well you do. Later on I may reward you with income.” Cris gave one last survey of the slave and turned away; he strolled over to the petulant Rosetta and nodded to her. “I leave the rest to you. As for me,” He rolled his shoulders loosening up the stiffness. He paused for a few minutes. “I think I’ll take a bath and unwind a bit. It was havoc out there and I’m a bit tired.” Rosetta asked if he wanted someone to run his bath for him, Cris declined. For some reason he wished to run his own bath—or maybe he just didn’t want anyone rushing over to do something so simple, which he could do himself. Cris made his exit and his maid looked at Galan.
If Rosetta was angry she had looked like the villain just now she didn’t show it. She stared at Galan for a long time, and then gestured with her hand for him to get up. “C’mon I’ll find you a better bedroom, somewhat closer to where most of the staff is.” Expectantly she went out into the hallway and waited for him to come out. This room was a spare but apparently Cris felt Galan’s room should be considered a bit more closely before you just tossed him somewhere. Rose wasn’t sure why she had tried to argue with Cris, he was usually like this. She should have known he wouldn’t accept her reason for wanting to be rid of Galan. The woman could only hope that the decision to keep him wouldn’t lead to other issues.
MDaylus ((OOC: I get sort of burned out writing multiple lengthy replies so I've been a bit slow lately. Sorry. D: ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 9:42 pm
Sariyanna ((That's fine, I understand. And I hope to give you more to work on in the next few posts.))
I'm cryin' out
I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down
Find me ⊁⊀Galan⊁⊀
Galan was shocked to say the least when Cris lowered himself to his level. He’d never had a master or mistress do that. Usually they enjoyed his obedience, and even if they didn’t want him in such a position, they’d order him to stand and instruct him on how they would prefer that he show his obedience. Wide eyes flashing to Cris’ face, he saw no anger and no hint of a threat, just patience. He didn’t look too long though and lowered his eyes once more. Listening to him, he gave a small nod, though he would always expect a hit. His whole life it was what he’d learned to expect. Even the kindest masters always raised a hand against him when they grew angry. Hearing Cris pause for a moment, he shyly looked up and found the other’s eyes locking with his. He shied away slightly at that, but didn’t break the gaze at it seemed to be what Cris wanted. His praise, however small it was brought a small smile to Galan’s lips Praise was what he lived for, what made his life worth it.
His decision to keep him had Galan staring at him in amazement however. Why would this man decide to keep him? He was broken. Rosetta’s instant reaction had him bowing his head again, unwilling to look up and see either of them. Clearly Rosetta was not happy with the decision, and Galan knew that no matter what he did or what Cris said, she would not approve of him, and of all the people, right now he was most scared of her, even with the master right in front of him. Slowly looking up through his lashes at Cris when he rose, he blushed at the smile and looked down again, not feeling like he deserved the kindness when he was clearly still a burden to someone. The mention of income had him looking up again though, clearly confused. He wasn’t really sure what that was. He’d never been given money, a slave wasn’t paid after all, wasn’t even allowed to own anything, not really at least. Watching the master leave, he let his mind run over what had just happened as he spoke with Rosetta. He’d gone from being kept locked up in preparation of being sent back, to being kept and told he wouldn’t be hurt and even receive an income? To say he was reeling would be an understatement.
Attention snapping back to Rosetta when she spoke, he jumped to obey her, hurrying to leave the room and follow her. Keeping his head down and following a step behind her, he tried to figure out what he could do to prove himself to her so she wasn’t upset with him at least. If she was to be in charge of him, then having her approval was essential. But no tasks had been given to him, so he couldn’t even properly plan. So would she prefer speed, or precision? Would she appreciate him going above and beyond what was asked, or would she want him to only do as told?
I'm lost inside the crowd
It's getting loud
I need you to see
I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me
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Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 9:03 pm
XXXX★ ϹRISTIANO DE LUCA---Actor ★|X| |X|STATUS: || PRESENTThe small smile had been an improvement in Cris's eyes, so it did give the blonde satisfaction and it showed in the little bit of twinkle in his gold eyes and the way his mouth had curved ever so slightly into a smile when he had spoken to Galan. Rosetta hadn't complained, though he was sure she had wanted to. Still so long as she didn't verbalize her complaints it was harmless. Galan seemed.... withdrawn.... perhaps vulnerable. He would likely have to talk to Rose again later about going easy on the poor fellow. As the tall male made his way across the hall and passed by the long stairwell he could hear chattering going on downstairs, the house staff was probably getting together right now and having dinner. They did that quite a bit, almost like how a family would. Even Cris himself would sit at the head of the table and join them. Sometimes he wouldn't if he was fatigued, ill or not present in the house in general (due to work) but most days he managed to make it. Though his chauffeur and bodyguard didn't live in the house with them, they often stayed for dinner as well; so Rosetta as well as the others seemed to always expect them. Thus extra food was usually always made.
Cris ventured to his room and kicked off his shoes; he walked across his room and entered his private bathroom. He turned on the hot water and allowed the tub to fill. Afterwards he roamed to the far side of the bathroom and looked out the window at the dark sky as he listened to the water running. Now he allowed himself to think. It was true that he saw no problem in keeping Galan, he hadn’t been lying when he had said it was okay to keep the young male. His not being able to speak would be a bit of an issue, and it was something they would have to work around. He seemed fairly capable so the blonde haired male was hoping that his estimation of Galan hadn’t been incorrect. Cris was fairly sure he had been able to properly judge capabilities before. He was just as efficient when judging character. Remembering his bath he glanced over his shoulder to check the tub water height, no, it still had a pretty long way to go. He went back to surveying the stretch of land outside. For what seemed like miles a person could spot lush lawn, no crazed fans or paparazzi in sight. The tabloids may speak of his being with Mrs. Clearwater real soon but this was a small matter to the actor.
He never allowed the tabloids to get to him. Besides much of what they wrote was... Two golden eyes roamed over to a magazine lying on the floor. It showed him walking with a young female, his hand on of her lower back. The title of the tabloid was something to get the people raving, talking about ‘could this possibly be mistress number thirteen?’
They were absolutely ridiculous. That was why it was easy for the 27 year old not to take them seriously. When he was younger and highly flirtatious he used to read those articles and laugh. Now they seemed to annoy him or he scarcely paid them any heed at all. Remembering his bath yet again he turned and went to check, it was satisfactory so he turned the water off and began to strip.
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Rosetta grumbled under her breath to herself. Yes, she was still thinking about what she had done wrong and Mr. Luca’s reaction. She was still quite concerned. It wasn’t at all Galan’s fault and she was trying not to blame him, but she felt somewhat humiliated. A person cannot help but look for a person to blame while under such mortification. This was why she repeatedly looked over her shoulder at Galan; not only was she checking to make sure he hadn’t gotten lost but she was also glaring at him as well. Taking him to the well-populated portion of the mansion where most of the staff stayed she knocked on a door and when it was clear it was an empty room she entered.
The short and plump woman looked around with her hands on her hips, inspecting the place. It had smooth wooden flooring, a simple bed dressed in white sheets (which could be changed) along with a computer space and chair, plasma TV, and was lit softly with small circular light bulbs that sat cozily within the ceiling etc. It was a well-furnished room and then she turned her gaze upon the supposed fae (since she still was unsure what he was). This would be good for him. He didn’t need a room that was too fancy. Actually many of the rooms were decorated much differently and particular none of them looked the same. Some had carpet others had wood with small rugs, large beds, medium beds, you get the picture.
The woman raised an eyebrow and gestured around the room. “I take it that this is to your liking? You are a quiet little thing so I doubt you can complain about the style of this room.” Of course he couldn’t complain or object… he had no voice.
MDaylus ((OOC: I've been having trouble keeping up but I'm going to try to continue to reply because this pairing actually seems interesting. I think I may have had a major brain fart but I'm going to see if I can continue. c: If you want to--not to mention I need to remain active in this guild D: ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 8:28 pm
Sariyanna ((I'm glad you decided to try and keep this one. I was a little disappointed when it seemed to die.))
I'm cryin' out
I'm ready now
Turn my world upside down
Find me ⊁⊀Galan⊁⊀
Galan kept right on Rosetta’s heels as she walked. He could feel her annoyance and anger practically radiating around her. It made him wish he could continue to hide in some corner somewhere, and made him honestly consider staying a little farther away, but he knew that whatever anger she was dealing with, she would probably unleash on him should he back off and risk losing sight of her, or her thinking he’d wandered off. After the first time he’d caught a glare directed at him, he blushed darkly and looked down, watching her feet instead. So the encounter with the master of the house had only increased her hatred of him. He knew there would be a dark side to all of this.
Pausing outside the door of the room as Rosetta entered, he let her do whatever inspection she felt appropriate, not even looking up. For all he knew she was gathering a sheet or something to hand him so he could sleep on the floor somewhere….if he was lucky. When she spoke though, he finally raised his eyes, first to make sure she was talking to him, and then to glance around the room. The sight of it made Galan’s eyes nearly pop out of his head as he released something that sounded like a strangled gasp. Slowly taking a step inside, he covered his mouth with his fingers. He would be allowed to stay here? And it didn’t look like there were other occupants, so this was his room, his alone? This was too much really, and he wished he could express that to her, see if there was some unused little corner he could sleep in and not cause any problems, but he didn’t know how to make her understand that. And he doubted that she wanted much more to do with him anyway, so such a sentiment would probably only anger her more.
Looking around as he tried to figure out what to do to thank her, he finally just fell to his knees, bowing his head again. Of course this was supposed to be for masters, but he felt like she was just as much his owner as it seemed that Mr. Luca wouldn’t have much to do with him. Just staying on his knees, hand on his knees and head bowed low, he waited for her reaction or her orders, or whatever may come after this.
I'm lost inside the crowd
It's getting loud
I need you to see
I'm screaming for you to please
Hear me
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 11:09 pm
XXXX★ ϹRISTIANO DE LUCA---Actor ★|X| |X|STATUS: || PRESENT
Time: 12:00 pm | Day: Sunday | Month: August Rosetta lifted an eyebrow at his reaction, on his knees head down, she supposed that meant he was grateful for his new room. Good. "Alright," she waved her hand. "Up you go, enough of this submissive behavior I'm not going to strike you down." For now, but with the way he behaves it doesn't look like she will ever find a reason to hit him other than for him being a bit slow or whatever. Rosetta looked up on the clock on the wall. "Well it's fairly late, so I will give you one task to do, and then you are free to go to bed," she paused for a bit and thought, "Well technically it is two tasks, though I count them as one and the same." She eyed Galan long and hard, before spinning on her heels. "Follow me."
Downstairs there was alot of bustle, one could hear the voice of Paul, Rick and numerous other members of the household, coming from the kitchen and dining area. It was likely the sounds of a late dinner that was coming to a close. Rosetta passed through the dinning area to get to the kitchen, and both she and Galan could clearly view the flooded room. With plates being taken to and fro, emptied, and others with scraps there was a group of people in the dining room. The kitchen held only a few chefs who were cleaning up. Some of the mansion's staff members said goodnight to Rosetta, and Galan and to the others in the dining area before heading upstairs to go to bed. The entire house seemed to be winding down. Those who were left in the dining area continued to conversed among themselves.
"These people would be up till the crack of dawn if they could," she commented with a sigh and moved over to a young female servant. "Did you leave some dinner aside for Mr. Luca?" She queried and rested a hand upon her hip. she looked like she expected the servant to have forgotten. "Ah no I didn't forget Rose. She called to a chef and he came over and gave her a covered platter. She also took a hold of a bottle of Dom Pérignon champagne, and handed that out to her as well as a wine glass. "These are for Mr. Luca," she said with a blush and gave both to Rose. Rosetta eyed her carefully as she took it, and then turned away, "Thank you."
Leading Galan away from the dining room she took him away from the noise--fully expecting him to follow her and not fall behind. They were at the bottom of the stairs when she finally stopped walking, and turned to face him. "Well I suppose you will do fine here," She admitted and brushed her aging hair back from her forehead. She looked to him, "It seems Mr. Luca is pleased with you...already." She changed topics. "Consider this your first real assignment." She held the platter like tray out to him, and carefully placed the Dom Pérignon bottle and wine glass on it as well, then placed it in his hands.
"I want you to go to Mr. Luca right now. Place the food tray down on a table in his room and leave it there. Afterwards you are to pour him a glass of champagne and give it to him, he is likely still in the bath, so you will have to go into the bathroom and give it to him. He will be expecting you so don't be shy about it. He often likes to have a little alcohol while soaking--it helps him unwind." She seemed to speak slowly, as if to make sure there was no way in the world Galan could mess it up, and possibly confuse her instructions. "You're job isn't over after that though, once you leave him you are to remain in his room and when he comes out serve him his meal like a good servant. Pour him more champagne if it is necessary. He will be the one to dismiss you, and then you are free to return to your room." It was like a routine for this to happen nearly every night. If Cris was out, and wasn't likely to come back the person did not have to do this task. It was switched depending on the sex of the person too.. Rose sure as hell did not want a woman walking in on Mr. Luca soaking in the tub with a glass of champagne. Mostly the females were required to stay outside his room until he was decent, and then go in. Galan was male so she had no worries about him.
She gestured to the stairs and told him to 'get to it.'
MDaylus ((OOC: ^.^ I kinda want to change Rose's voice color but I also don't wanna change it lol. ))
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