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 Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 12:59 am
The Second Floor.
To reach this floor, one must enter on the first floor and then move up the stairs to the left of the doorway. There are rows of large cages all across the room, sort of like walking through a vineyard. There is only one slave per cage, and there is a ten centimeter gap between each cage. But the slaves aren't shackled down and each cage has one large cushion for the slaves to enjoy and sleep on.
The only slaves on this floor are those with White Collars.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 3:18 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є Come. Get closer. I won't bite. +++++Kyousuke didn't pay much attention as he made his way upstairs. It wasn't like the stairs were all the important anyways. Whatever was on the second floor was what mattered. He looked around in almost careless observation. He wasn't sure where to look for what he wanted. Sure, they all had white collars, but... that was kind of what that particular floor specialized in.+++++Kyou tossed a glance over his shoulder back at Renn. Kyousuke was pretty much in a bad position. Renn had no tolerance -- nor did Kyousuke -- and Kyou knew nothing about the place he was even in. Neither of which helped each of them. ... They were both a bit screwed. +++++Gazing back to the many cages, Kyousuke spotted a slave that... definitely didn't look like he should be a slave. He trotted over the the cage, peering down at the child-like creature. It looked no older than maybe 8 years old. But, of course he wasn't that young, was he? He couldn't possibly. No one would be so harsh as to put a child into slavery. Much less slavery involving sex.+++++The Incubus leaned back up from his semi-crouched position, quirking an eyebrow at the 'youth.'
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 3:48 pm
{ l i s t e n }{ n o w : } × × s t a r t
Renn led the male upstairs and into the next opening. Only about half the cages held occupants; business was pretty slow at the moment. Of the slaves, most were women, so that narrowed things down, thankfully. He moved over to a blond who donned red and white tags. "Now this darling here is-" Renn dropped the sentence midway when the incubus suddenly moved away, something already having caught his eye. With a slight huff, the demon followed him.
"Ember?" The male stated in surprise. Inside the cage, the small form of the boy in question was perched in a curious position, his hands on his knees and his head tilted to the side. One pointed ear twitched a little at the sound of his name and his plush tail flicked out to the side. Renn had started talking again; "Ember is a . . . Special case. Cursed. He's twenty-one. Half elven, half white lion. Obedient in most cases, but easily distracted. We've not quite figured out how to reverse the curse yet, so if you're interested then that's something you're going to have to look into yourself." Renn paused for a few moments after speaking before reaching a hand in to pet the hybrid inside the cage lightly on the head. The creature huffed and crawled away on all fours, flopping down onto the pillow that was, in fact, roughly his size.
In a cage not too far from where they were standing, one particular slave stirred. The new smell that had entered onto the floor had perked his curiosity and he sat up, scooting to the front of his cage. Dark eyes looked over to where the new male was standing in front of Ember's cage. Everyone was always interested in such a curio, but none ever wanted him. But the boy, Dwaine, wasn't interested in Ember, whom was so familiar. He was interested in the stranger.
He'd never smelled anyone like that before . . . He looked human, but he kind of smelled like a demon. But not any demon that Dwaine knew. What was he?
Whatever he was, he smelled - a deep breath - delicious. Unconsciously the fledgling ran his teeth over his ever-present fangs. Frozen blood packs could only do so much; they didn't have the same nutrients as fresh blood. Nor did they taste as good.
((Just using the same post format, too lazy to separate their posts.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 4:10 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є Come. Get closer. I won't bite. +++++"I 'd look like a *****> A sudden glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye easily caught the Incubus' attention. He followed the direction his senses lead him to, ending up finding his gaze to settle on one particular cage. He practically blocked out most everything Renn said, not really bothering with that anymore. He found what he came to find.
+++++Kyousuke moved closer to the cage, but remained a foot or so away. He knelt down, staring his stunningly crimson eyes into the deep, dark purple he immediately noticed the slave had. Kyou's eyes softened somewhat for a split second before he smirked, the crooked smile almost resembling that one of the popular purple and pink striped cat.
+++++He peered back over to Renn, silently explaining his thoughts towards the slave. . . . He liked this one. He liked him before he even spotted a small shimmer of a fang. The vampiric notion was just a huge bonus.
+++++Kyou stood up yet again, but he kept his eyes on the magnificent creature locked up behind small bars. Casting a quick, small glance in Renn's general direction, he muttered, "This one." Kyousuke disliked the fact that he didn't know the vampire's name, but what else was he supposed to do? He didn't feel like bombarding either one of the two with questions. He was already positive; he didn't need many more answers than that. For now.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 4:44 pm
{ l i s t e n }{ n o w : } × × s t a r t
Something akin to a scowl flickered to life on Renn's face and he returned his lollipop to his mouth, giving it a hard chomp. The incubus was impossible to please, wasn't he? The slaves were always too young, or too female. True, only three slaves had been observed at this point, and the incubus hadn't really even so much as glanced at one of them, but Renn was getting to his last thread. There was something about the incubus that just . . . irked him to no end!
The demon was chewing on the hard candy that had broken off the stick as he moved over to the cage, grinding it between sharp fangs before swallowing so he could speak, though not before muttering a hushed "Finally," Then louder; "His name is Dwaine. He's nineteen, vampire, still just a fledgling. Two years, I believe? Hmm, let's see those tags . . . pleasure, torture, housework, pet, submissive," He ticked off as dark eyes scanned over the vampire's pale neck, a smirk painting his lips, "Potentially lethal. A good choice, but not a virgin. But whatever takes your fancy, I suppose~" He chimed. It was obvious from the way he spoke that Renn considered those who weren't virgin's to be damaged stock. At least for the most part.
He unhooked the loop of keys from the belt loop on his tight fitting black jeans and unlocked the cage door. He proceeded to then remove all shackles and bindings; he trusted Dwaine. With a snap of his fingers a leash had appeared in his hand and he quickly fastened it onto the white collar about the vampires neck before holding the leash out, though he did not relinquish his hold. "He's forty thousand. Payment plans can be arranged, but cheques in full are much preferred. You can afford him, right?" His smirk grew a bit, clearly mocking.
Dwaine had leaned forward when the stranger leaned in, eyes drooping half closed as he got a good deep breath of the older male's scent. Definitely some kind of Hellborne creature.
His eyes snapped right open when the stranger spoke though. He was buying him?! Panic flickered in his eyes and he shot backwards until he was about half way between where his shackle was bolted to the ground and the back of the cage. He was used to being treated like a slave, and knew perfectly well how to behave like one; but he'd never actually been bought before. The very notion of it had his stomach doing flip flops.
His top lip pulled back to reveal his fangs when Renn clasped on the lead, but he made no move to attack. When the demon tugged on the leash he didn't move at first, but eventually he did leave the cage obediently, albeit reluctantly. The vampire chewed on his bottom lip as his eyes darted between the two males, his fangs having slipped down against his bottom lip, much like very tiny tusks, so he wouldn't accidentally bite himself as he did so.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:34 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є +++++++++++Come here. Closer, love. You'll find that I'm not too bad. +++++Potential danger? ... That sounds fun. It was more or less at that moment that Dwaine started to look like a deer caught in the headlights. Damn! Here Kyousuke thought he was making good progress! [[/cough] Kind of.] Then again, he couldn't really blame Dwaine for panicking. If he didn't react in some way, then that'd probably cause Kyou more worry. . . . And no, Kyousuke did not just think that. ... Incubi do not worry, you silly.~ +++++Kyousuke looked back to Renn, automatically picking out the arrogant smirk the other wore. He responded with a semi-glaring smirk of his own. "Of course." Something about talking prices infront of the 'merchandise,' [as Kyousuke had called it earlier,] made the Incubus feel like a sleezy businessman. ... Well, he was a businessman, but not the normal kind. He didn't go around selling orange nail polish or some crap; he struck up deals and trades and bets with other companies that rivalled against his own. +++++Either way, that wasn't the point. The point was, Kyousuke pretty much felt bad for the fledgling. He was a slave and now he was being bought by some stranger. A stranger known as an Incubus. Which reminded him, he probably shouldn't tell the other which race he belonged to. Not yet; it was much, much, much too soon. +++++Kyousuke looked down at the leash being held out. He wasn't sure if it was being held out because Renn was signifying something, or if he was supposed to take it. It didn't look like Renn was letting up on it anytime soon, however. He lifted his eyes back to Renn. "Anything else?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:53 pm
{ l i s t e n }{ n o w : } × × s t a r t
Renn's smirk grew in response to the incubus' own, daring him to say something that would give the demon a reason to hurt him. "Good." The word was short, curt, but pleased. He tossed the lead up in the air lightly in a not so subtle hint that the incubus should take it. And with that he turned heel and started back off toward the stairs. "Just a few papers to sign downstairs and you'll be good to go." He tossed over his shoulder before beginning to descend back down the stairs.
Dwaine had flinched slightly at the toss of the leash, but no sound escaped him. His head was hung, eyes cast downward respectively. Gingerly the vampire took a hold of the lead himself, twisting it around his long fingers for a few moments. He was looking at it as if it were alien thing, but it wasn't the first time he'd had one clasped about his neck. He hesitated a moment before looking up so he was looking at the other male's lips, for that was his eye level and he felt a slight too intimidated to look right up at the demon's eyes. He twisted the leash a little more before hold it outward away from his body a little in a gesture for his new Master to take it.
((You can just reply on the first floor if you like.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 7:49 pm
Rayner In one cell across the room from where the incubus was studying, and apparently purchasing a vampiric slave, slept a young man on the soft cushion that each cell provided. He was a slener male wearing only a pair of jeans, a loose white button-up shirt, and a pair of trainers on his feet that the shop owner had provided when he was first brought in. His name was Rayner and he stood about five feet 11 inches and weighed in at about 155 lbs. He had a slim build, but was fairly toned. His brown hair was disheveled from his time in the cell and it stoo out ot awkward angles giving him the appearance of a fierce and wild person. Which truly wasn't that far off considering how he acted around many people. He had soft features with mint green eyes and light dusting of small freckles around the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a little sunken in and the angles of cheek bones more prominent from some slight malnourishment. Rayner had actually began to recover some since he arrived at the shop, but weeks of little food and water at his previous master's had left him bitterly week.
A quiet yawn escaped the sleeping boy's lips and he shifted his postion on the mat. His legs wich were previously curled up to his stomach now stretched out behind him with his left ankle crossed over his right calf. Rayner's arms then stretched out a little ways above his head and made sort of a soft cradle for his left cheek to rest on. In this new position, only the upper half of his body fit on the cushion and his legs lay on the chilly floor of his cell. Although his body would give a small shiver every now and then, Rayner didn't wake up once. One thing that he actually enjoyed in the shop was the blessed silence for the most part. Occasionally there was the rowdy slave that would cause an uproar, but the shopkeep usually put a stop to such problems swiftly. Rayner took a deep breath and and let it out slolwy before returning to a deep sleep in his cool cell.Kaliski
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 3:19 am
→ C . o . i . n . 2 . 0 . 9 ←
→ Why do I always ma l f u n c t i o n around you? ← 
From the back of the room came a very peculiar sound. A quiet sort of whirring. The occupant of the cage was a very peculiar young boy.
He had skin like the moon, and hair dark as the night sky. One eye like a storm, the other burning like the sun.
The boy was of an average height, and a lithe, slender build. His long legs were wrapped in black denim. On his feet were black canvas shoes. Jutting out above the waistband of his hipster jeans was metal. Metal pelvic bones. He wore a long-sleeved, U-necked dark navy shirt. The skin tight material stopped just below his ribcage, revealing an stretch of milky skin between it's base and the beginning of his jeans.
He was leaning against the bars of the back of his cage. One leg was stretched out before him, the other tugged up and bent at the knee. His head was resting back against the hard bars, but messy black locks still hung in his face. His palms were pressed down against the cement floor on either side of him, one completely flesh and bone, the other completely metal and wires. Eyelids fell shut, hiding those unique orbs from sight.
The whirring in question came from inside the boy, as it happens. From the mass of gears at the base of his metal spine where it met his metal hips. Small wires were protruding from the wall behind him. One slipped like an IV under the skin of his wrist, another was slid in the corner of his artificial eye, disappearing behind the closed lid. Another still joined into a small part at the base of his spine. The wires looked black, but in fact they were small tubes carrying the much-needed oil into his body. There was one wire, however; that was a true wire and carried electricity into his system. The end of his wire was pressed against the roof of his mouth as he rolled it over with his tongue like a straw or something of the like. His mouth and tongue tingled as the volts travelled through his body, but they were only very low voltage, and his body had been modified to withstand such treatment. It was the only way to keep him charged up without turning him off and plugging him into the proper system. The cons of being a cyborg, he supposed. Or at least, he would suppose, had he known any different.
This strange boy, or machine, whichever one preferred to call him, gave a soft murmur as he rolled his metal shoulder, working the fresh oil through. If one were able to see him from behind, along with jutting pieces of metal that made up the lower portion of his spine, they would see peeking above the waistband of his jeans a tattoo, about an inch and a half long. This tattoo was a bar code. This, along with the numbers above, were used to recognise him and pull his data up on the lab computers so modifications and updates could be made. The numbers read 380475209. But it was the last three digits that were uniquely his own. He was known as Cybernetic Organism Identification Number Two-Oh-Nine. C.O.I.N.209. Or Coin, as he was known everyone outside the lab.
Despite his metal implants and electronic programming, Coin was, for the most part, very much as human as he was before his 'death' and 'rebirth'. He still felt all the same things that he used to, along with a few extra things added in with the help of one little memory chip in the base of his neck. And right now, he was bored. Very bored, and tired, and... Lonely. It wasn't just that he was programmed to want to always be with his Master, though he was, he was just used to being surrounded by friends and family. He didn't know that of course, all memories of his past were all but obliterated, but he could feel it. Feel that it was unusual and unwanted for him to be so alone. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be doing what he was supposed to be doing; taking care of his Master! He didn't know who that was going to be, exactly. But all of his programming told him that was what he was supposed to be doing, so that's what he wanted to do.
Such were the advantages of purchasing a cyborg for a slave. Human enough to have a real relationship with (whatever kind of a relationship that may be), but machine enough to mould into the perfect human for you. Or the perfect non-human for you, if that's what took your fancy. All cyborgs were designed to be the same race the 'donor body' was, but a few implants and different memory chips and the illusion of another race could easily be created. And changed, when you tired of that one.
`cause people change
can`t you see my eyes
are they not the same after the lies?
i know i`m like a m a c h i n e
but i still have dreams
i know one day we will
sleep for days
come over, come over
☢☢
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