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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 4:43 pm
You are a very highly successful businessman. At age eighteen, you graduated from Yale and started your own company for the first time. By the time you got t your twenties, your companies are the top elite which made you the youngest and sexiest businessman in the eyes of women. Now you are twenty-four, with more money than you can imagine. People are starting to notice that all you ever do is work. People wonder how come for a man as young and attractive as you don't have a girl by your side, They do notice that you are not open to anyone, barely having friends as your first priority is work.
Your background is mysterious to everyone, all that is known is that you came from a rich family and broke away from them to prove that you can be independent and don't need your precious' parents money. That is all that is known to the workers, as you kept your family's whereabouts unknown (or maybe you just don't care).
Your 25th birthday came up, and your grandpa (who you barely have contact with) decided to throw a banquet for you. It wasn't the biggest surprise, though, as it happened after it was all over. You went home to see a giant gift box which is from your grandpa. Once you open the box, you realize it was a girl...a stranger! You soon find the card which your grandpa writes that the girl is his present and to enjoy her, for she is after all non-refundable since she had no place to go.
And because you want to please your grandfather (and prove your independence to him), you decided to keep the girl. Although as the days pass, you might get tempted to kick her out despite her past.
[This story is actually created by cutie_maddy111, however, I think I messed the roleplay up completely so it ended up stopping. I liked the story so much I wanted to do it again. So credit goes to cutie_maddy111 for the story]
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 4:44 pm
Rules-No cybering. If anything happens, we will just time skip -Romance encouraged but follow rule 1 -No text-talk, write like you would for school -Try to be semi-literate. All I ask is for at least a good two paragraphs (a paragraph usually has around 5-7 sentences) -I don't expect you to post every day...ok I sort of do. I would like a roleplayer who can post at least once every two days (I will love you if you can do once per day). If something happens that you can't post, PLEASE let me know! If you wanna quit this rp, let me know too so I can find a replacement! -Pm your profile titled "Files" and have a wine glass/cheese emoji in your profile -I would also like a roleplayer who can contribute to the story as well. I am pretty open to anything so just continue posting in the story. If it is something that involves my character heavily (instead of my character just reacting to what happens to your character), then let me know. -Follow all Gaia Tos rules, this RP is intended to be PG-13 -No god-modding -HAVE FUN!!! No seriously, isn't that what Roleplays are supposed to be?
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 4:45 pm
Profiles: This RP doesn't really require an in-depth profile. Just the basic name, age, personality, bio (Although you have it easy as 75% of it is done for you), and maybe other if you feel like there should be anything else. Otherwise, the appearances are anime only
Name: Tallulah Wakanda
Age: 19
Personality: She is to be explained as a quiet 'mute' person, and it's because she was sort of taught to be silent at the situation she was in. She is capable of expressing emotion, but from her background...showing emotions led to more disgust. She is sympathetic to people who feel small in a big world. She is not the type to deny anything unless it is life-threatening. Hard-working, she believes it will make a person better. When she talks, it is only one sentence or just one word...barely would she make a conversation. She is very protective and can be aggressive if someone she likes are threatened.
Bio: She was raised in homelessness, after running away from a terrible family situation with her father and mother refusing to care for her. When she was 10, she just grabbed a backpack and went on her way to live in the streets.....thinking a home will be provided for her once she got out...but it never happened. She did get to homeless shelters once in awhile, having hair cleaned and new clothes but it was not enough. Then suddenly in the middle of a day, a random man asked her if she wanted an 'extravagant' lifestyle. Thinking he meant just being a hooker, she only nodded as she was to be cleaned off, and then placed in a big box. That was what had happened...now her life is going for a turn with a man who needed a 'lady', according to the man who picked her up anyways
Other: She had always dreamed of cooking and owning a dog. Otherwise, she has no career aspirations.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2016 10:37 pm
 Name: Princeton Asher Gayle
Nicknames: Prince, Ash
Age: 24, going on 25
Bio: Young Master Gayle is how his family and their staff would introduce him as a child and only a few close people called him Princeton. Those in his parents' social circles knew he wasn't one to be gushed over, though they all squealed to each other about how they would adopt him in a heartbeat. Princeton wasn't one for the company of adults, much less those who only talked about money and status, but he didn't keep many friends of similar age around him. It wasn't surprising that his education came from tutors his father knew about and had contact with instead of just sending him to the best school in the nation. Princeton was to be groomed, in the eyes of his family, to be their successor, with whom they would teach their families' secrets in the business game. Princeton meanwhile, even at a young age found this form of education to be incredibly stifling, even though he had a talent for what they were teaching him. Through his teens and into his adulthood, Princeton was limited his contact with other people except for business transactions but he really didn't care, seeing as it wasn't even in his toolbox to be social, though he had proven to be good with the right people. It was at his 21st birthday that Princeton announced his first independent foray into the world, which his parents disagreed strongly with. They still needed him to take over for them and offered to help him graciously, but it all fell on deaf ears. Princeton knew the kind of life that he wanted and it wasn't going to be found in the shadow of those that shared his name.
Personality: Diligent, resourceful, tremendously focused with a hint of impatience. Once he has a plan in mind, he is determined to see it through to the end and will never give up on it. If plans fall short in any way or yield results that he didn't expect, he tends to get anxious and resolves to rectify the given situation no matter what. Often its not a good idea to get between him and his goals as you will be steamrolled over if you're lucky not to be ignored. Good luck getting any personal info from him, though if you are, don't expect to just up and leave his side. He may trust you, but its easily broken and he's not one to give a second chance.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 9:46 am
.:｡❦ ₮allulah ωakanda ❦.｡.: Lonliness and the feeling of being unwanted ☺°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☺
Darkness was all the girl could see, she could feel that she had been cleaned a day ago, with only a bottle of water and some boxed food which she was thankful for. Tallulah knew that sometimes she did not eat, and the darkness was normally cold, the opposite of what the box felt. She felt her clean hair, twirling it around as for the first time, it felt silky smooth and not tangled up with dirt and twigs. She then heard footsteps, she was kind of tired and wondered what it would feel like to be on a bed.
She was wearing what could be a basic white shirt with a knee-length skirt which made her unsure she was some sort of hooker. Despite being homeless, it didn't mean she was... 'educated'......and by educated, that would mean she could read like a 6th grader, and her math skills were of a 5th grader....basic to get through life but she struggled with it. Holding onto a letter which she hoped would explain things. The letter read,
Dear Ash,
Happy birthday, this is your surprise present, a slave! I know that you have been stressed recently from work so I thought that having a woman by your side would make it better. Don't you dare think about setting her free or returning her, she is non-refundable and has nowhere to go, please take good care of her.
From, Grandfather
While waiting, Tallulah touched the cage, a little cold but it was a comforting cold. She did wonder what she was going to do besides probably serving this person. She just hoped the requests/favors did not make her question whether it had consequences.
☻°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☻ is the most terrible poverty one can experience
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 11:02 am
ΡＲＩＮＣＥＴＯＮ ĜＡＹＬＥ
Outside the Gayle mansion the world poured with rain. Seemed everyone was staying in tonight. The only sign of life was the car that made its way up the parkway before pulling up to the ornate gate and driving through as they opened wide and closing slowly behind it. A Gothic style G emblazoned the black titanium bars and watched in the distance as two people carrying an umbrella stepped out to greet the car as it drove up and stopped. The side door of the car was opened and as the other guard held the umbrella for him, Princeton emerged and climbed up the staircase.
"Tell Father it's for no more than the weekend, no longer. Lennox needs me there by the time it gets signed. Any word from Jupiter yet?" The man not holding the umbrella held up his phone and spoke matter-of-factly.
"Jupiter's up six but they say they need a million more to make it work."
Princeton sighed and removed his hat as the door opened up and he led the men inside the house while one maid took his coat another took his hat. He fixed his hair and proceeded up the grand staircase. "Tell them 75 and make sure its Tamir."
"-Sir, there's something else," the assistant quickly added. Princeton turned back as he pointed to his phone. "There was a package from your Grandfather. Came in about an hour ago."
Princeton's eyes flashed their brilliant green as he was frozen for a brief moment. "My room, I'm guessing..." He quickly gathered himself and continued up the stairs. "Send a letter."
He had only seen his grandfather for the first time in over a decade the previous week, at an early celebration hosted by his grandparents in honor of his 25 birthday. Rumors of it being early due to travel plans had circulated though the elder H.W. Gayle made no mention of it, nor did his wife Judith. Of course Princeton made an appearance as did a few of his "closest friends" and a few family members and about a hundred other people that Princeton didn't know s**t about. Nevertheless he did his best to enjoy himself through talking with his grandparents and knowing his father was in the same room. H.W the second had made it clear a few months prior to then that he disagreed with his son's decision to go "galavanting around and grafitti his name on everything". Needless to say the two were not quite on speaking terms though his grandfather did attempt to intervene, somewhat successfully. None of it really mattered to Princeton as he was preoccupied on a deal with a prestigious real estate couple. Good people he thought and deserved the best price on the best place in St. Abel. Forgive him for not wanting to take a day off, his grandfather said, even though he and Princeton had what you would call a distant relationship.
Memories of his grandparents? Sure if you could call them that.
And suddenly he was throwing parties? Sending him things? It seemed odd, but as Princeton rounded the corner to his old room and opened the double sliding doors with his thumbprint. Sure enough in the middle of the room, the "Wing" as he remembered calling when he was younger, was a 6 foot white box with a big dark red bow. Princeton closed the doors and came over to investigate. Slipping his jacket off as well as his tie and rolling up his sleeves, he removed the ornate bow so the white sides fall off and the dim florescent lights poured in on the contents.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 11:55 am
.:｡❦ ₮allulah ωakanda ❦.｡.: Lonliness and the feeling of being unwanted ☺°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☺
Tallulah could suddenly hear the sounds of footsteps coming her way. She felt her heart beating a thousand times a second as she was slightly nervous on who it is, and why she was called to help this man. The footsteps came right next to her, and something fumbled on top to where the box no longer could stand and out was she in the open.. She blinked as the light came in so suddenly, having her to cover her eyes by instinct. After adjusting, she could see that it was a man with blonde hair and somewhat bushy eyebrows. He had green eyes which can pierce if they wanted to as she had to wait for his reaction. She stared at him with expressionless eyes as she stood up, trying to take in her surroundings.
"This is......weird." She whispered to herself, knowing the reaction this man would have. She then remembered her manners. Being alone, she was not used to talking...unless it was just one sentence or one word. "Ta....Ta....Tallulah." That was it, nothing else was needed. Her eyes remained droopy with a yawn emitting from her lips. She wiped the eyes after as now she had to wonder what he was going to do with her. She did remember the man known as 'grandpa' said she would be a slave.....by slave, she figured it meant she had to work to have shelter which she was ok with. She then stood up and wondered whether she should get situated or wait until he said something. "Tallulah....it's my name."
☻°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☻ is the most terrible poverty one can experience
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 1:08 pm
ΡＲＩＮＣＥＴＯＮ ĜＡＹＬＥ
Princeton wasn't expecting a live human to be in the box. Grandpa hadn't hinted that he was even sending anything. He put his hands on his hips and unconsciously bit his lip, something he did when examining something for the first time. First of all, she was young, at least younger than him. Her clothing was a mess but not half as bad as she looked, probably from lack of sleep and being in the dark. for so long. Exactly how long?
He wasn't too concerned with that at the moment so much as the moment in general. He looked her up and down and walked around to take her all in. People he had overheard had spoken of the slave trade, how it was an ancient tradition dating back to before civilization and now only for the most wealthy and tasteful of people. Suddenly he had one himself. It certainly wasn't as glamorous as he had envisioned in the past, though. He then noticed her holding onto an envelope. He glanced back up at her and smiled softly as he held out his hand to take it from her.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 1:32 pm
.:｡❦ ₮allulah ωakanda ❦.｡.: Lonliness and the feeling of being unwanted ☺°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☺
Tallulah could only follow him with her eyes and head as her survival instincts slowly kicked in, watching him and making sure he for some reason didn't do anything shady. He did not even say one word, well it could be out of surprise because of her being here. She then could see he had a hand out and pointed at the letter she was holding. She almost forgot about it, she blinked and handed the envelope to him. She hoped it will explain a few things. She did have questions as to why her? Maybe this was a rich person's way of cleaning the community by making 'trash' to their property...people turned into property? Either way, she was hoping what he needed done was just house cleaning and messy work that no rich person wants to do.
☻°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☻ is the most terrible poverty one can experience
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 3:18 pm
ΡＲＩＮＣＥＴＯＮ ĜＡＹＬＥ
Dear Ash,
Happy birthday, this is your surprise present, a slave! I know that you have been stressed recently from work so I thought that having a woman by your side would make it better. Don't you dare think about setting her free or returning her, she is non-refundable and has nowhere to go, please take good care of her.
From, Grandfather
Princeton glanced up at Tallulah again before sighing and folding the letter into his pocket. "So that's the old sod's idea of a gift," he said, not quite under his breath. Crossing the room and tossing the envelope away, Princeton made a quick calculation.
"Ok, uh.... never done this before... Princeton Gayle. Master Gayle will be fine." He spoke while he dialed a number on his phone, not looking at her once. "I'll send away for some new clothes for you, those must be old..." he muttered as he elected to text in light of a bad signal as a roaring thunderclap reminded him of such. Being used to the weather in these hills Princeton wasn't fazed by the flash at all.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 3:49 pm
.:｡❦ ₮allulah ωakanda ❦.｡.:  Lonliness and the feeling of being unwanted ☺°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☺
She raised an eyebrow at him as he introduced himself as 'Princeton Gayle'....that sounded familiar....where had she heard that name? "Princeton...Gayle.....Prince Gayle?" She asked as she then had a small snicker. "Prince Gayle." For some reason, she found it funny...a familiarity from reading children books came into mind. She did see him dialing something on his phone as she leaned forward to see who he was trying to call. She did hear mentions of clothes. "Clothes......nothing fancy is fine.....just...productive ones." She was trying to say only 'casual' clothes were fine; t-shirt, jeans, capris, tennie shoes...not 'rich people' wear. Besides, she always found the high heels very uncomfortable anyways. She did hear some roaring noises coming from the place and it did make her jump, not used to the weather as she then went into a fighting position, unsure whether it was gunshots or not...or just anything threatening. Once nothing happened, she went back to normal, rubbing the back of her head as her mind was trying to wrap up what's going on.
☻°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☻ is the most terrible poverty one can experience
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 4:56 pm
ΡＲＩＮＣＥＴＯＮ ĜＡＹＬＥ
Princeton looked over when he saw her jump at the thunder. Her nervous fidgeting afterwards was a bit cute and gave him a reason to grin, like the child of a customer. Admittedly he found her quick stance chance a little surprising. "Grew up in the line of fire, did you," he said to no one in particular as he texted back, sitting down at his desk. "Janice said she'll come by later with your things. Not until the rain lets up though."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 5:11 pm
.:｡❦ ₮allulah ωakanda ❦.｡.: Lonliness and the feeling of being unwanted ☺°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☺
When Tallulah got back to a normal posture, she did see that he had a small smile on his face which meant she did something he 'liked'? He then asked (maybe jokingly) that she grew up in the line of fire. "I grew up Homeless...." That was all that needed to be said to him, she didn't really want to go to details as to how she got homeless and how long she was homeless. Then he said that 'Janice' would come later to get her things, when the rain lets up. "I....don't have anything." She said hesitantly as being homeless did not permit on having any property. She never had any since she was ten...so it had been nine years living in slop and garbage. "What work....needs to be done?"
☻°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☻ is the most terrible poverty one can experience
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 6:25 pm
ΡＲＩＮＣＥＴＯＮ ĜＡＹＬＥ
"I know you don't, which is why she'll be here WITH your things." Princeton finished texting to Janice and spun around in his chair to face her. "Come here." He gestured her to stand in front of him looking her over one more time. "You must understand this isn't the best thing for me right now. I've got a place in Nova Ridge and I'm only here this weekend to clean out this room. Afterwards..."
Princeton trailed off briefly as his grandfather's letter came back to memory. She had nowhere to go. His hand hovered over his pocket as he glanced up at her, not meaning to linger too long. He knew what his father would say in a time like this and he knew it was rude to refuse a gift, even if it was from an estranged family member. Princeton sighed again and sat back. "What can you do?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 6:39 pm
.:｡❦ ₮allulah ωakanda ❦.｡.: Lonliness and the feeling of being unwanted ☺°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☺
Tallulah was still confused, she had NO THINGS! There was something wrong with the communication now...or was it just Tallulah not understanding what he meant? She was a little hesitant when he asked her to come over to him, that made her step back but then stepped forward, swallowing her saliva out of nervousness. She could only stare down at him as the man sat in the chair, looking up at her. And there was a little tinge of hopelessness when he said this was not his house...or well..it was, he was here for only the weekend to clean out a room before going back to his 'original' home in Nova Ridge. So she could only look away as now she was expecting to be kicked out and back to the streets. So much for having a different life....
Then she was asked what she could do.
That was when she had to figure out what her good qualities are, so in her head she was going through everything....she knew good quality from bad....she could run fast, very high stamina, hard-working(?), and animal-loving. But it wasn't good enough so she just shook her head. "I don't know...I run fast....high stamina....I try to be hard-working....I like animals.....nothing well worth it." She now knew it was time to leave so she did a bow. "Sorry....I have nothing to help you." She then turned to walk away to go out again, even though it was raining...she could handle it since rain for her was the only showers that would clean her up and make her....well..somewhat bearable to the crowd of judgemental people.
☻°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø☻ is the most terrible poverty one can experience
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