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 Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 2:55 pm
Jason was still in the back of the room, watching everything that went on in the room. He didn't mind being ignored, and he was actually about to go to sleep, but he knew better. He stayed awake, and he watched and listened to the people that were talking in the room. He also continued to play with the links of the chain that was hooked to his collar.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 3:01 pm
fire is hot Jason was still in the back of the room, watching everything that went on in the room. He didn't mind being ignored, and he was actually about to go to sleep, but he knew better. He stayed awake, and he watched and listened to the people that were talking in the room. He also continued to play with the links of the chain that was hooked to his collar. Rose walked up to him and looked him over "hello there boy" she said
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 3:04 pm
Kohana continued to look at all the masters passing her by not even glancing at her. She would look up them look down again. She was weaker than she thought she could ever be. "I have to leave this dreadful place." She said coughing. "I'll die here if I don't." She said. She looked up and her eyesight became blurry. She kept her head up for a little longer until she fainted.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 3:16 pm
Sei shook his head slightly, the drugs were wearing off but he was still chained to the wall by his wrist,ankels, and collar. He was unable to move and it was starting to drive him nuts. And to add to all that his bloodlust was comeing back
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 3:45 pm
Sei started to twitch, he could not controle his lust though, the whole world turned red and his ears plugged up, he started to drool and twitch all the worse
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:02 pm
Silver hair like the thread that spiders wove. His eyes glanced around, beautiful green eyes that could only mean that his father cheated since both his fathers and his so called mothers eyes were blue. It was sort of ironic. He had long elegant fingers with well trimmed nails. He wore the type of black you'd find on a tuxedo- not the type one of those modern ravers would wear on their pants, shining like plastic in the club lights at the Addictive Epicurean. Vince was raised in wealth, right in the middle of it with imported french coffee and italian handmade pianos. It entertained him, the thought that so many humans could act like animals. So disgusting.
Vince passed a bit too close to a cage and out an arm flung, clawing at him as if he were the one that put the poor unfortunate soul there. With his quick reactions he dodged the little attack and glared at the animal in the cage. However, he had some humor and simply smiled. Don't feed the animals. Looking around he narrowed his eyes, searching through all of the animalistic men and whore-like women, a certain type of slave that he'd have no problem playing with and keeping himself entertained.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:07 pm
The young girl boredly turned her attention to a man who had just entered the room. He reminded her of her father. The sort of man who would ship his daughter off as collateral for a few pounds of god-knows-what. Yumi's large blue eyes settled on the man, rolling up and down his physique. She tried to ignore the bulky chain around her neck, in hopes that she would feel more like a person, and less like a showpiece. A two-bit showpiece, at that.
The effort was fruitless. She simply lowered her gaze to her scuffed loafers, pretending he wasn't there. That she wasn't there.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:15 pm
Vince turned his gaze to a young girl. She looked as if she had no will to fight- no will to keep going. He walked over, stopping only to stand next to her, not looking at her, since his eyes were closed. He stood there for a few moments before his hand lifted, coming up to a few strands of silver hair that were falling over his shoulder.
"Do you believe in angels?" He asked. It wasn't a 'pick-up-line' like the girl from before thought. It was a question. Vince himself didn't believe in angels- never for once thought of believing and wouldn't believe until he saw one himself. He saw alot of death but never saw a miracle.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:15 pm
A tall, young man calmly paced throughout the show room, his short, shining black boots making the faintest noise on the hard wood floor. He peered around at each slave threw clean, small-rimmed glasses that made the young man look much more older than he already was, making his pale pink eyes look larger when underneath the lenses. He was mumbling to himself quietly, trying to find a slave that suited him best.
'You have to stop doing that, you know.' This voice sounded hoarse, as if just waking up. Sure enough, a small yawn was heard throughout the echo of his head.
"Quiet, you." Aisuru spoke in almost a whisper, trying to hush the voice without anyone else hearing himself. A slightly deep, annoyed voice.
'I'm just saying, Ai. People are going to start thinking you're crazy if you keep this up. You've lived your whole life without anyone knowing, it's just a matter of time until someone finds out.' The voice sounded annoyed yet amused at 'himself', and you could almost see the smug smile on his face.
"Of course they will if you keep talking to me in public, Suru. I've told you before, they might not be able to hear you, but they can still hear me." He mumbled as if it was the most obvious thing in the word.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:19 pm
Lawrence Roy Bloodwing Vince turned his gaze to a young girl. She looked as if she had no will to fight- no will to keep going. He walked over, stopping only to stand next to her, not looking at her, since his eyes were closed. He stood there for a few moments before his hand lifted, coming up to a few strands of silver hair that were falling over his shoulder.
"Do you believe in angels?" He asked. It wasn't a 'pick-up-line' like the girl from before thought. It was a question. Vince himself didn't believe in angels- never for once thought of believing and wouldn't believe until he saw one himself. He saw alot of death but never saw a miracle.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:22 pm
"Then perhaps you're better off dead." Vince said, harsh words coming from his lips no matter how soft his tone was. He looked down at her- actually looking at her for once. The world won't wait for such people. A smirk appeared on his lips and he turned his head to the newer master who entered. With a raise of his hand he called.
"This one will suit you, sir."
With that he walked off, searching for some form of life that really wanted to continue living.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:23 pm
Erin looked around the show room. He had been put back in his usual set of chains that anchored all of his legs to the floor, along with cuffing his wrists together. His tail was really the only thing that he could move. The guards decided to add a few more chains to burden the foxtaur slave, crossing them over his waist; his 'taur half's back; his upper half's chest and back; and another chain on his collar, acting as a crude leash.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:23 pm
Sei started to shake his head back and forth, he needed blood and he needed it badly, he couldn't stand it anylonger
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:23 pm
A soft yawn forced it's way through the young man's lips, it would probably be more entertaining to sleep all day rather than sit there and watch the regular ammount of guards and customers pass by. He boredly picked at his nails, tapping his foot to his own rythmn. He wished that the guards would let them out of the cramped cages every once in awhile, at least so they could find other means of entertainment. Sitting for days on end inside of a single cell with hardly any other contact other than those who ordered you around or wanted to purchace you.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:27 pm
Yumi's head snapped in the direction of the man who had spoken those cruel words to her, her lips parted as if she were going to say something, a look of horror in her glassy eyes. She blinked a few times, swallowing hard. She said nothing in return. No clever quip came to mind. Logic and science is what will save us all, not some supernatural being. That was always her fathers standpoint on religion. And phsycadellic awareness, which Yumi had studied quite a bit as well.
Her self-esteem went plumbetting as the man walked off, speaking to another seemingly important master. Yumi had always been praised for her looks as well as her intellegence. She hated being insulted this way.
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