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 Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:02 pm
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♪♪Silver Greene♪♪
♰♫♰♫♰♫♰♫ Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now Silver looked around nervously as the guards brought her into the shop. She wished hard that no one would be asleep, she didn't feel like getting sucked into a dream right away. She sighed when the door opened and she was still fine. She noted the many characters around her as she waited to be placed. She shifted her weight and cast her eyes down, not wanting to see if someone was about to fall asleep.I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:06 pm
 Siren looked over at the new slave being taken to her cage. She watches silently, and she is very hungry, almost smelling the blood that drifted through the girl's veins. Siren flips her crimson hair from her face futilely, because she couldn't reach up and brush back the persistent strands.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 6:07 pm
Zayle passed out meals according to preference, Yes he was not the nicest person but that didnt mean he wouldnt deprive someone of what they liked or needed to eat. A bored expression on his face he noticed someone new that was coming in the shop, To him those sometimes proves fun. Leaving the cart of food out of reach of anyone in a cage he traveled to the front of the shop to greet the slaver and his newest pet.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 6:10 pm
Jaden lied on his cot fast asleep. For a miserable place he seamed to be having the most relaxing time of his life here. He got some peace and quiet and alone time, making himself look uninteresting was working as well. He got chances to catch up on his sleep as well and for the past few hours that was just what he was doing. His head was blank right now which was just how he liked it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 11:45 pm
♰♫♰♫♰♫♰♫
♪♪Silver Greene♪♪
♰♫♰♫♰♫♰♫ Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now Silver felt the familiar pull of a dream. Her vision suddenly turned white, nothing but white. She felt her body stiffen. She looked around the dream, but there was nothing. She concentrated hard and managed to pull herself from the dream. She sighed and shook her head, seeing the culprit asleep on a cot. She was thankful he wasn't in a nightmare. She looked at the man that approached she and the man taking her in.The man coughed and looked at Zayle, "You got room for this freak show?"he asked and tugged her chain.Silver sighed and stumbled forward. She looked at Zayle curiously.I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 8:38 am
"I do" Zayle responded taking a quick examination of her. "What is she?" He asked not really seeing any kind of tell of what she was or what she could do. He took her chain and gave the slaver some money walking with her to the back to grab the proper collar.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 8:47 am
Jaden's dream was interrupted by someone else there, on her leave he immanently woke back up. His eyes dimly cracked open and he sat up slowly touching his feet to the floor and like a shock wave saw everything around him, like usual. He glanced over at Zayle with a new slave which was the one that was in his dream. "Hm...What a curiosity" He thought to himself never knowing of anyone who could do what she did.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 6:03 pm
♰♫♰♫♰♫♰♫
♪♪Silver Greene♪♪
♰♫♰♫♰♫♰♫ Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now The man looked her over with a grunt.
"She's human but blanks out a lot, says she gets sucked into people's dreams, but I think she's just making excuses for being lazy," he says following Zayle and Silver.She glances over her shoulder, sending an icy glare at the man.
"I am not lazy and it's not like I chose to be a dream catcher," she hissed at him in an annoyed tone.I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 8:44 pm
Siren held back a yawn. Her head is getting light, and she needs to stretch her arms; they ache so horribly. She is being rather behaved today, even a holder had commented. When they gave her a half of a packet of blood to keep her alive until dinner, she hadn't said a word, nor struck as if she were a coiled snake under threat. She growls occasionally when approached but remains otherwise civil.
Her shoulders begin to throb so she leans forward to put pressure on her legs, still stretched out in front of her and chained. She twists her wrists to attempt to accomodate them in their tightly bound shackles.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:53 am
"Shush" Zayle turned around telling her as she snapped an attitude. He did not tolerate that from slaves in the shop. Soon in the office he found the right collar and slapped it around her neck giving the slaver a small wad of cash. "Thats all you can go now" He told the man as he tossed her in a cage.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 5:34 pm
Escrito está. Tu nombre está ya listo, temblando en un papel.
Aquel que dice: Abel, Abel, Abel ... o yo, tú, él ...  Trevor had arrived at the shop in his car, and as he deceded from it, he took out a cane and closed the door at a slow pace. He hold the cane with one arm, brining it just in case his disease started to cause him trouble.
As he entered the shop, he would look down the hall and see diferent colored cages and as he looked deeper into the shop, the cages would seem to get more, secure. Let's hope there's a slave that I can use he thought. He needed someone who could be able to aid him magicaly with him and his house, and for that purpose, he had brought up a small artifact that could tell whether he would aproach to a magic-user or not. It was not that specific nor powerfull, but it would give Trevor an idea.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 6:14 pm
 ✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha Hiba Lockra ✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha personally did her best to avoid the drama of the shop. She leaned back, and looked out as various slaves caused trouble, boredwith it all already. The slave shop doors swung open and Teyha glanced over. At first she only spared the man a quick glance as he entered, but took a second look at his cane, an unusual accessory for someone so young. She stood and watched him hobble in, wincing at his every step.
"Hello." She called softly as he drew near her cage. "Are you alright?" She embraced her magic then, watching with a concerned expression, ready to catch him with her magic in case he lost his ballance and fell. ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ Anonymity is impossible ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 6:42 pm
Trevor Bolezni Brassens Escrito está. Tu nombre está ya listo, temblando en un papel.
Aquel que dice: Abel, Abel, Abel ... o yo, tú, él ... Trevor looked where the voice came from, feeling the reaction of the small artifact. "I am standing, so I'll asume I am, for the time being." he said as he approached the slave's cell slowly. "Sometimes I can do long walks on the city, hearing the new gossips and news; other times, I can only hope to keep on breathing..." he said. He was not really perturbed talking on his physical condition, one day it would take him away - just as anything else would to to anyone.
He looked at the slave and tilted his head a little. "By any chance, are you a magic user, or do you know of one nearby?" he asked as he rose an eyebrow.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 7:16 pm
Siren wakes up at the sound of voices. She must have dozed off, which was odd, she never found the mental peacefulness a mind needed to sleep. She notices one of the holders have unchained her legs. They were curled under her. She stretches them out and curls them back in just to get the feeling back into them. Her yellow eyes then look up to those speaking. She watches quietly, not in the mood to cause trouble.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 7:44 pm
✖ ✖ ✖ Teyha Hiba Lockra ✖ ✖ ✖ Slowly Teyha nodded to the man, but his explination only left her with more concern for his health. She watched him cautiously, feeling useless behind the thick bars of the cage. "Slaves with magical ability have a question mark charm on their Collar, to indentify their abilities." Teyha explained, and lifted her chin, gesturing to the fresh new charms that accompanied her collar. She smiled slightly, and nodded, to not seem rude. "Yes, I have magical abilities."
She gestured to the unconcious girl still passed out in her cell, the color returning to her face. "I'm a healer." She explained. "Or a white witch, if you'd prefer. Some people get paticular about the distinction." For just a moment she was quiet, unable to ignore his disease ravaged form for long. "Is your illness diagnosed?" She asked softly, "Do you have anyone to help you?"▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ Anonymity is impossible ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀
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