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 Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 8:23 am
This roleplay is between San_Katt and Shieru Fantomuhaivu if you are not one of us, you may not post. You may, however, read along.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 7:43 pm
 ►Angela Lynn Cordain◄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Angela walked towards the college dorm that would serve as her home for as long as her new employer's would require. Angela was working a personal assistant, or as some would say: a servant. She was hired by a wealthy couple to accompany their daughter to college, "so she would'nt feel alone" as they put it. The reason mattered little, the money was good and the work would be fairly easy. Angela walked past the crowds of happy and exited co-eds and she couldn't help but notice the large number of beautifull girls that were on campus. "I suppose it won't be too bad here." She said, under her breath. As she neared the dorm room she was informed would be theirs, Angela began thinking of how her life turned out like this: working as a personal aid, when she completed high school with such high honors as she did. Angela could have gone to any college she wanted, but here she was, working what some would call, a menial job. Angela reached into her pocket, and retrieved her room key, and unlocked the door. As she entered the room, Angela couldn't help but be a little exited for her new living arangements: the place was beautifull, much better than any place she had lived before, which to be honest, was not much of a compliment. Angela walked into the room and sat down on the couch in what she thought was a living room, and began to wait for her new roommate. "I suppose it would be rude to choose which bed I wanted before she got here, she is my boss afterall. She siad to the wall in front of her, a slight hint of saddness in her soft voice. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ((I changed the picture in my posts, the old one stopped working, same model though.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:12 pm
arтeмιѕ caѕey ѕcrιvenOutfit  Move in day at NYU was just as crazy and dramatic as the students that attended it. People were yelling from windows, carrying too many boxes, some of which seemed to be overflowing with useless items. Then you had the parents who were weeping and trying to help their child move into the dorm at the same, overall, an utter mess. Luckily, for Artemis Scriven, the daughter of two of the world’s most famous fashion designers and manufacturers, moving into the dorms included none of the drama of parents, or even the many trips to and from a car, well, at least for her. She had many a servant to help her with that, but they would be arriving somewhat later, since they were stuck in traffic.
Arty, as she preferred to be called, made her way through the dorms, passing beautiful young women as she went, licking her lips and trying to figure out which one she would make her own this coming year. She was a junior, with a major in Comparative Literature with minors in Gender and Sexuality Studies, and Creative Writing. This year would be like all the rest, except for one thing, she would have a roommate, all because her parents believed she had no friends, and while they were correct, it gave them no right to hire someone to be her friend, which she told them so. Besides, she did not need friends, she had her writing, her music, and herself, what else did she need?
As she passed one particular room, she heard a familiar song and began to sing along, even as she moved past the room towards her own. She carried the beat with her hand and head, while she sang along to the song that continued to play in her head.
“I tried pushing evolution
as the obvious conclusion of the start.
But it was for my own amusement
saying love was an illusion of a hopeless heart.
Of all of the things that she's ever said,
she goes and says something that knocks me dead…”
She continued to sing as she entered her dorm room, not even realizing until she finished singing that she was not alone in the room. Snapping out of her trance, Arty looked at the female in front of her, giving her a once over, before rolling her eyes.
“Listen; call me Arty or Art, never Artemis. Just because you work for my parents, means nothing to me, to me, you are just another person, who I happen to be dorm mates with, instead of having a dorm to myself. Honestly, I dislike this entire idea, but we are stuck now, so I will get over it.
“I am a Comparative Literature major, so I read and write a lot. As you just heard, I also like to sing. My musical abilities also extend to the piano. Despite my nickname, I am not artistic in that sense. I will be honest with you, I am lesbian, and I smoke, if you have a problem with either, request a dorm transfer now, and we will work it out with my parents later.
“I have influence everywhere because of my parents, which means you have influence if I say you have influence, stay on my good side, and you get to keep it,” Arty rambled, finally pausing to take a breath. It was insane, how much she could talk when she wanted too. She was glad she had strong lungs from the years of voice lessons her parents had forced her to take, it allowed her to make long speeches, or rambles, without having to pause for breath multiple times. "яσмєσ αη∂ נυℓιєт ωαѕ α ѕтσяу σƒ α ѕєνєηтєєη уєαя σℓ∂ вσу αη∂ α ƒσυятєєη уєαя σℓ∂ gιяℓ,
ωнσ мαηαgє∂ тσ кιℓℓ ƒσυя ρєσρℓє, αη∂ тнємѕєℓνєѕ, ƒσя α тσтαℓ σƒ ѕιχ ∂єα∂;
αℓℓ ƒσя α тнιηg тнєу тнσυgнт ωαѕ ℓσνє."
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:59 pm
►Angela Lynn Cordain◄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Angela Watched as her new roommate entered the room, singing, and seemed to not notice Angela just feet away from her. When She had finished singing Artemis looked over at Angela and appeared to be examining her, with a look of dismission afterwards. Angela listened intently to Artemis' speech about herself, and the conditions surrounding their situation. When Artemis finished speaking, Angela knew what to say, but paused momentarily, as she had learned to do in other jobs of this type so she wouldn't accedently interupt her master. "Good day ma'am. My name Is Angela Lynn cordain, However you may call me anything you wish. She said, standing up and bowing her head in respect. "I thank you for being direct with me, So I will be honest with you. To me, you are just a job, I have been paid to accompany you in whatever manner you see fit, as a result we may become friends, or I will be your silent servant, it is entirely up to you and I will not attempt to sway your descision. As for your sexual orientaion and habits, they are not up for comment by myself, I am, after all, just your servant, But if you require a response I will say that I am bisexual, and am not a smoker, but i do not have any problems with our situation, as I said, this is simply a job. Angela raised her head after completing her own speech, but did not look Artemis directly in the eyes, as she had, in the past, learned that most people in a position to hire a servant did not enjoy haveing a confident looking one. Angela now stood before her master to await judgement, her hands behind her back and her feet together. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:15 pm
arтeмιѕ caѕey ѕcrιvenOutfit Arty watched and listened to her new, dorm mate, who seemed keener on being a servant than Arty wanted. It hurt, seeing how, for a lack of a better word, broken, Angela seemed. She was a college student; she was supposed to be having fun, not serving a fellow student. It seemed so, wrong, how people could hire a twenty-year-old girl and use her until she broke, before sending her off to someone else. Arty knew she would not allow her parents to do that, that this would be Angela’s last job as a servant, because someone so young should not be so broken.
As Angela finished speaking, Arty approached her, used a gentle finger to lift the other girl’s face, so that Angela was looking into her eyes. There was a soft smile on Arty’s face as she planned just what she was going to say.
“They broke you. Whoever hired you last, broke you. I can see it in your eyes and I can hear it in your voice. No one our age should be broken like this, no matter what they have been through, no one should be broken the way you are. I want to change that. Since you seem so adamant that I am just another job, then I will treat you as my servant, but not the way others have. To me, you will become a challenge, a broken object in need of repair, and I will fix you.
“However, when I fix you, you will have a choice, leave me and go out into the world, or stay with me, not as a servant, but as a good friend. You may think me crazy, that you do not need fixing, but you do, because you should be having fun during your college years, not spending them as a servant to someone your own age,” Arty paused for a moment, allowing everything to sink in, before she continued, “You need to have your own opinions, about everything, even me. If I have to, I will order you to give your honest opinion whenever I ask it of you. I love hearing the opinions of others, especially of me, because it makes me realize what I need to change. I have also decided that we will do Quid Pro Quo, meaning you ask a question of me and I will give an honest answer, and I do the same with you. We will do this whenever I feel like it, and in time, whenever you feel like it. Your name, to me, will be Angel, because you look like one, and I want you to be able to fly on your own like one.
“Now that that is out of the way, I suppose we might as well pick which bed we want. I will take the one on the right and you can have the one on the left. I will see you in a bit when my things arrive, and remember, if you have any questions, any at all, just ask,” Arty finished as she smiled just a bit wider at Angel, before stuffing her hands into the pockets of her jeans and made her way over towards the separate room. Both bedrooms, if one could call them that, housed simply a bed, desk, and dresser, along with a small closet. It would be enough for Arty, as it had been the last two years, because, unlike other rich students, she traveled lightly. The only reason she had her things dropped off, was because she owned a motorcycle, not a car, and thus could not take anything with her, besides what resided in her messenger bag. Thus, she began unpacking her messenger bag, which was mostly her laptop, because honestly, the thing was huge and the bag was small, so once she put everything related to it inside, she barely had room for anything else. Not that she minded this, she had other bags to use for when she traveled around campus, and it was just easier to carry the messenger bag that she did, because it actually fit inside one of the pouches on her motorcycle. "яσмєσ αη∂ נυℓιєт ωαѕ α ѕтσяу σƒ α ѕєνєηтєєη уєαя σℓ∂ вσу αη∂ α ƒσυятєєη уєαя σℓ∂ gιяℓ,
ωнσ мαηαgє∂ тσ кιℓℓ ƒσυя ρєσρℓє, αη∂ тнємѕєℓνєѕ, ƒσя α тσтαℓ σƒ ѕιχ ∂єα∂;
αℓℓ ƒσя α тнιηg тнєу тнσυgнт ωαѕ ℓσνє."
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:20 pm
►Angela Lynn Cordain◄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄As usual, Angela had listened to every word spoken by her master as a trained dog would his. But listening and believing were two different things, Angela did not believe she was in need of repair. To her, the bruises and scars that adorned her flesh were not signs of breakage, but of training and stern punishment for the mistakes she made in life. whether or not she believed it however was of no consequence at the moment as never in her life has one of her masters touched her with any form of kindness, and the warmth of Artemis' touch upon her face was the first pleasure she had in a long while. For a short time after Artemis had left the room, Angela simply reflected upon what was said and had come to a conclusion: to simply react the way she would have on any other job. "Thank you for the kind words mistress Arty, but whether I am broken or not is not for me to decide, I simply am. I will obey your orders however, no matter what they may be, from giving you my opinion, to playing this "Quid Pro Quo" with you, I am at your service. " With the speaking out of the way, Angela carried her luggage to the unclaimed bedroom, and began to unpack, which only took minuets. Angela had very few possessions, all of which fit into one medium sized duffel bag, both because of her organized style, and the small number of things she had in it: four changes of clothes, all of which were nearly identical to the last, her only other pair of shoes, and a framed picture, the only one Angela had of her mother, which she set on the desk. After her clothes had been put away, Angela returned to the living room and sat on the couch in the same spot she had been in before Artemis entered the room. It was her that she would await her master's next command, the only thing she ever really did. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 11:53 pm
arтeмιѕ caѕey ѕcrιvenOutfit As Arty began to unpack, she heard footsteps near her room, but did not stop to turn around until she heard Angel start to speak. These words hurt worse than the ones before, and it made Arty wonder what kind of life Angel must have led to break so quickly. Well, she supposed that maybe, the life of a servant had always been Angel’s life, or at least most of it, and that her brokenness was a learned habit and not something just a single person did. However, she knew that she would have to fix Angel, because while she could not fix everyone, and she did not really believe in a God, she knew fate had brought them together, and that fixing Angel was the reason why.
After she finished unpacking her computer, she returned to the living room, turned towards the couch, and found Angel sitting there, her obedient servant. ‘How strange, a cat, such as I, deciding to invest my time in, well, a hurt puppy,’ Arty thought as she fiddled with her collar. What many people did not know about Arty was the fact that she was a Therian but also a furry. Something about animal spirits and dressing as her animal spirit made Arty feel at one with nature, and with her. Most who knew found it strange, but it was true for Arty and that is what matters the most.
Arty’s phone buzzed and she rolled her eyes, reading the text from her parents, almost tempted to throw her phone across the room. They wanted to know how Angel was, and how Arty liked her, and if they had made any plans yet, and blah, blah, blah. Arty wanted to call them up and scream at them, scream at them for going against her wishes, scream at them for being idiots, and scream at them for thinking that hiring someone to be her friend would automatically make them friends. Okay, so the last two were the same reason, but she did not care, she was angry. However, another text, and a quick rap on the door, sent Arty to the door, holding a hand up to stop Angel, just in case.
Arty opened the door, said a few words with the man outside, before she moved out of the way and allowed the man to bring the cart he was rolling into the dorm. She smiled at him slightly, before pointing in the direction of her room, where the man set off to, leaving the cart outside the door of the room, while he removed one bag or box at a time. It was obvious that the man was actually organizing and putting the things away, instead of just leaving them in the room for Arty to handle later. "яσмєσ αη∂ נυℓιєт ωαѕ α ѕтσяу σƒ α ѕєνєηтєєη уєαя σℓ∂ вσу αη∂ α ƒσυятєєη уєαя σℓ∂ gιяℓ,
ωнσ мαηαgє∂ тσ кιℓℓ ƒσυя ρєσρℓє, αη∂ тнємѕєℓνєѕ, ƒσя α тσтαℓ σƒ ѕιχ ∂єα∂;
αℓℓ ƒσя α тнιηg тнєу тнσυgнт ωαѕ ℓσνє."
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 12:28 am
►Angela Lynn Cordain◄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Angela watched as Artemis entered the room and looked in her direction. The look on Artemis' face when she looked towards Angela was one of apparent confusion, as if she didn't entirely understand what it was she was looking at. The confusion quickly changed into what then appeared as frustration after she received a text message on her phone. Angela was thinking of speaking up when there was a knock at there door and instinctively Angela began to move towards the sound, that is until she was stopped by the quick motion by Artemis that she sit back down. Angela watched in silence as the man carted what she assumed was the remainder of Artemis' belongings into the dorm, and noticing that he had the situation under control, Angela decided to stay near her master. After a few minuets of watching the man move boxes into Artemis' room, Angela decided to speak up. "Will you require any assistance arranging your belongings Mistress Arty" She said, standing at the ready, bowing her head until she heard a response. Her question was asked, not out of legitimate reason, but out of habit. After the long years she spent in the homes of those much more fortunate than herself, Angela learned that it was better to inquire about what was to be expected of her than to be yelled at when she failed to know. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 9:27 am
arтeмιѕ caѕey ѕcrιvenOutfit As Arty watched the man transfer box and bag into her room, she noticed Angel’s presence next to her, though said nothing, knowing that the young woman was simply doing what she knew in her mind, and likely, her soul, to do. When Angel spoke about helping arrange her things, a small sigh escaped Arty’s lips. She turned her gaze towards Angel, a small smile on her face and shook her head ‘no’. “No, he should remember where everything goes, and if he does not, I am sure I can handle it, but thank you for asking. However, I will make sure that, if it is anything I cannot handle to ask for your assistance,” she added the last part, more for Angel’s sake than her own, because honestly, she did not want Angel feeling like Arty did not want her there or something. Well, at first she had not wanted her, but after seeing how ingrained the way of the servant was in her brain, Arty knew she had to help her learn to have fun again.
“I believe it is time for some Quid Pro Quo, come sit with me on the couch,” Arty instructed no menace or anger in her voice, only caring, and a slight hint of boredom. She took a seat on the couch, cross-legged, with her back against one armrest, and patted the seat in front of her. She doubted that Angel would actually ask her meaningful questions, if she asked questions at all, but she needed to know some things, just so she knew how many years of learned behavior she had get through. Of course, the fact that Angel would likely tell her whatever she wanted to know, because of those learned behaviors was both a pro and a con, but she would learn to deal with it, and hopefully get through to the real person that, she hoped, still existed beneath the years of training.
Arty had seen what strictness and punishment could do to people, she watched her parents punish servants for things she had done, blaming them for allowing her to do them. As a child, she never received punishment, but watching the servants’ punishments were enough for her, because, even though her parents never meant for her to see them, she watched them. She would then go up to the servants and try to apologize, but they would apologize to her instead, and it hurt her even more, because they had no right to be apologizing, except, they knew she had watched, and they were apologizing for her seeing them that way. She had only come to realize this fact over the last few years, having taken time to reflect on all those times she had cried as her parents punished the servants, and while her own mother did not know her cry, the servants did, they could hear it in a crowded room without trying because they had raised her. She was not saying that her own parents were not good parents, but she sometimes wished that they were around more during her childhood. "яσмєσ αη∂ נυℓιєт ωαѕ α ѕтσяу σƒ α ѕєνєηтєєη уєαя σℓ∂ вσу αη∂ α ƒσυятєєη уєαя σℓ∂ gιяℓ,
ωнσ мαηαgє∂ тσ кιℓℓ ƒσυя ρєσρℓє, αη∂ тнємѕєℓνєѕ, ƒσя α тσтαℓ σƒ ѕιχ ∂єα∂;
αℓℓ ƒσя α тнιηg тнєу тнσυgнт ωαѕ ℓσνє."
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:46 pm
►Angela Lynn Cordain◄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄Angela heard the sigh from Artemis and by force of habit began to prepare herself for the worst. To her surprise however, Artemis only smiled and responded "no." "Yes mistress Arty, should you have need of me, I am but a call away." She said, still standing in her best servile stance. Artemis once again mentioned this "Quid Pro Quo" a thing with which Angela was completely ignorant of. "Yes, Mistress Arty." She said, sitting in the exact spot that Artemis had indicated. Angela sat in her most proper and ladylike manor, as she had been trained to do all her life, to await Artemis' question. As Angela waited, her mind drew back to her childhood, a time in her life when her mother was still alive. Even in her early years, Angela was being taught to serve others, but she was rebellious to the Idea. Needless to say, The first master she had after her mothers death quickly made her obedient, not the easiest change for a child to make. These memories were brought on by Artemis' kindness, as all her life, Angela had received very little, and it made her hopeful that maybe one day, she could have the life that she dreamed she would growing up. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 3:43 pm
arтeмιѕ caѕey ѕcrιvenOutfit Arty watched Angel take a seat, not bothering to tell the other female that she had meant for them to be facing each other, because honestly, she doubt the message would come across nicely. Arty thought for a moment, debating in her head what question she wished to ask first, whether she wanted to delve straight into Angel’s history or try and pull back a few of the layers of servitude to get to the real person inside. Arty decided it might be best to start with a simple question that would do both. “What was your mom like? My mother told me you lost your mom at a young age, so I guess I am asking what you remember of her,” she said, making sure that she did not ask a second question while trying to clarify the actual question. Arty had a habit of doing that, asking a question then asking another to try to clarify it, and while sometimes it worked, other times it just confused people more, including Arty.
The real reason Arty asked the question she did was that she hoped that; maybe, Angel would be able to explain to her what having a real mom was like. Arty loved her mother, yes, but she was simply a woman in her life that had given birth to her, but had not raised her. Multiple people had raised her, passed from nurse to nanny after nanny, until eventually; the servants simply took turns caring for her, because her parents were tired of hiring nannies that “did nothing.” In truth, the servants did a better job than all of the nannies had combined, because most of them had children of their own and knew how to handle a rambunctious child.
A small sigh escaped Arty lips, almost silent over the sound of the man who was still moving things into her room. She loved the servants who had raised her, and while most of them, had died or fired over time, she remained in contact with those that remained alive, and in contact with most of the families of those that had died. This reminded her that she had not contacted Liam, the family butler, in some time, and she mentally wrote a note that she needed to do so. "яσмєσ αη∂ נυℓιєт ωαѕ α ѕтσяу σƒ α ѕєνєηтєєη уєαя σℓ∂ вσу αη∂ α ƒσυятєєη уєαя σℓ∂ gιяℓ,
ωнσ мαηαgє∂ тσ кιℓℓ ƒσυя ρєσρℓє, αη∂ тнємѕєℓνєѕ, ƒσя α тσтαℓ σƒ ѕιχ ∂єα∂;
αℓℓ ƒσя α тнιηg тнєу тнσυgнт ωαѕ ℓσνє."
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 1:11 pm
►Angela Lynn Cordain◄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Angela was brought back from the thoughts of her past by the sound of Artemis' voice. "mom", the word shot through her body like a bullet, with the shock only slightly visible in Angela's usualy near emotionless face. She breathed in a few times to prepare for the explenation she was about to give. "I lost my mother three weeks before my seventh birthday. It may sound young, but my mother was an amazingly kind woman and I remember her well. She was a live-in maid for a very wealthy family, and for as long as I can remember, I would help her with her chores. Working with my mother was fun, I loved her very much, and she did her best to protect me from the owners of the mansion that we worked in, that is untill that last day." Angela paused momentarily and hung her head, hiding her face from her misstress as the tears came. She continued, her voice soft and sorrowfull: "We were walking back home from the park one day, and as we crossed a road, niether of us noticed the car that had lost control. Mother was able to push me out of the way, But she didn't even make it to the hospital before she was dead." Angela's face was turning nearly as red as the hair that framed it, but she refused to cry. "I appologize Misstress Arty, it is inappropriate of me to behave as such in front of you." Angela was begining to regain her composure, and remembered the rules of the game that Artemis had explained to her. "I suppose it's my question now. I've rememer you mentioning that you would fix me, but if I may ask, how exactly do you intend to do that?"▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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