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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:02 am
((LOL well Alec is just a made up char, no one controls him, but the other two are characters, Mirume and Kyle so now it's up to you guys I guess *shrugs* you're the master, be the master. Anywho I have to go, going to the movies!))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:12 am
Fat Wombat ((LOL well Alec is just a made up char, no one controls him, but the other two are characters, Mirume and Kyle so now it's up to you guys I guess *shrugs* you're the master, be the master. Anywho I have to go, going to the movies!)) ((kk, c ya))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:45 am
After a few moments Tunei got up and went over to the barred window looking out. He watched the people milling about in the square buying goods and services and wished someone would come buy him, he'd rather work for someone then sit in chains rotting away. Of course, he'd rather be free then work someone unwillingly, but such is life.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 2:40 pm
Markus handed the leashes of the slaves to Nathen. Then nathen stopped and went up to Mirume and un-hooked the collar and took off the shakles. Nathen took the papers from his dad and took out Mirume's papers, he handed them to her. "Mirume you are free, you have your life back, dont let anybody take that from you" Nathen and Markus started walking once again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 2:48 pm
Tunei saw them out by the corner and saw what Markus had done for Mirume and sighed. He'd never get that kind of luck in a million years. "Take care of yourself" he whispered and slumped down in the corner feeling even more down than before.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:03 am
((Gah, after forever and a half, im posting as Elena))
The dark haired girl wandered the market, searching for the slave section; she hadnt been to this place since she was a small child, but her mother and she had been bought and taken away from this smaller version of Hell. A quick point fo the finger from a man, and she found the slaves, looking at all of them, clothes barely fitting their frames, cuts and bruises present, and most spirits broken or hurt.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 7:06 am
((O wow I dident know if you were going 2 come back, l0l))
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 8:15 am
Tunei turned to watch as another buyer entered. He leaned against the wall watching. He gave a small smile and wave as she passed by his cell, but otherwise didn't bother to move from the window. The fresh air coming in was better then the stink within.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 8:17 am
Danny hurried over to the woman who'd just entered "Good afternoon M'lady, I'm Danny if you have any questions about a purchase feel free to call me over." He gave a half-bow to her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:15 pm
((*sarcastic laugh* oh, you're a riot, Kouga))
Elena bowed her head to Danny, and began to look through the cages. She spotted a boy that had waved to her when she came through, and went ot his cagte, kneelign down to his level. "What your name?" she asked him in a soft and gentle tone.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:20 pm
He nodded "Tunei ma'am." He smiled warmly and went over to the bars extending a hand to her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:27 pm
Elena smiled and took up his hand, shaking it. "I'm Elena," she said, "and how old are you, Tunei?".
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:36 pm
"Fifteen ma'am." He grasped her hand firmly.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:53 pm
"Fifteen, huh?" Elena said, "and how did you end up here?".
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:07 pm
He frowned "Just got caught and put back in here I suppose." He seemed right out mad about being where he was; he crossed his arms in front of his chest. He took a deep breat putting his anger back in check. "I can read and write and am good with domestic chores if that's the sort of slave you're looking for."
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