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 Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 11:57 am
Front View:  Back View:  Artemisia's Bedroom:  Special Purpose Bedroom:  Slave Bedroom 1:  Slave Bedroom 2:  Slave Bedroom 3:  Slave Bedroom 4: 
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:38 pm
Artemisia sat in the empty house, and didn't say a word. She was afraid that the echo would cause her the many tears that she swore never to shed. She would recieve company soon enough though. Artemisia was determined to purchase slaves, purely for the sake of her current loneliness. Perhaps her sarcasm will get her through the brief time in which she searches for companions?
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 8:31 pm
 A transport truck stopped just outside Artemisia's house. The trailer was opened and a pile of boles spilled out onto the driveway, followed by a glass eye and a black bowler hat. The truck drove off, leaving the bones where they had been dumped. Suddenly the blones began to rattle, and reassemble themselves into a full skeleton. Finally, the skull was placed back on and the glass eye was resting in one of the eye sockets, it moved around as though the skeleton could see through it and control it. Jack dusted off his hat and placed it back on his skull. "Man, death was a smoother ride than that." Jack then walked over to the house, adjusted his collar, and knocked on the door.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 10:41 pm
"What is that rattling noise?" Artemisia said to herself. She looked around the floor to make sure none of the breakable stuff had fallen. She wasn't used to keeping a house to herself. Artemisia then came to a conclusion that a slave must have arrived. Probably the cause of the rattling, she thought. She smiled and ran down the stairs.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 5:50 am
Jack Tapped his foot as he waited patiently for some one to come and open the door. It was good that hehad finally been claimed, he had been sitting around in that market for quite a long time. Apparently sarcastic and perverted talking skeletons were not very popular in the slave market. When he herd someone approaching, hie made sure that his hat was straight and his glass eye was in place.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 9:02 pm
Artemisia dashed to the door and swung it open. In the door was a....... Skeleton? Her ears perked up, just now noticing that he apparently had no heart beat. She immediately examined his bones. Hmmm. He smells of bleach. That's a bit odd, she thought. She extended her hand to greet her new arrival.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 12:37 pm
Jack was suprised when a girl with cat ears suddenly came out and started to examine him. She seemed to notice early that he smelled like bleach. Of course he did, he would have smelled like rot otherwise and the bleach was to make him look more presentable in the market. Jack didn't know that this girl was hi new mistress, he thought she was the daughter or something.
"Hey there little miss, are your parents around?" he asked.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 8:30 pm
She grimaced. "My parents? I wasn't aware that I had any. But I think you're asking the wrong question anyways, Boney." Her ears perked up. "My name is Artemisia. I own this residence, and everyone in it. And you would be?" she kept a stern expression.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 8:37 pm
Jack was dumbfounded, this was his mistress? No hot chicks? No rick guys with hot chicks working for him? Perfect, just freaking perfect. Jack snapped out of it and looked at the girl. "Soprry 'bout that, but my name ain't Boney, girl. The name's Bonejangles, Jack Bonjangles." He tipped his hat to Artemisia and bowed.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 8:53 pm
She wondered how he talked without vocal chords. But she let that thought pass. "Alright, Mister Bonejangles. What can you do for me, house keeping wise? Because I have this big mansion here, and barely any time to do anything with it......" Her face went dismal.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 4:19 am
Jack could tell that she was confused as to how he was able to talk, he didn't know either to be honest. Jack simply put it on a list of things he called "the mysteries of un-life". Jack scratched his chin (a usless gesture since he couldn't feel it, it was simply a habit) in thought as he tried to come up with a means of making himself useful. "Well...I can sing...I'm a good shot.....I guess I can give house work a shot."
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 4:46 pm
"Hmmm. I suppose I could have you wash dishes.... Not much muscle required for that." She pushed her hair back, and gestured for Jack to come inside.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:06 am
"Not much muscle required for that." Jack mumbled as he followed her in. Just because he was a skeleton didn't mean he was weak.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 5:45 pm
Artemisia closed the door slowly. She didn't think they'd be along too well. But she kept her head held high. After all, she was the mistress. She had the authority. However, the thought of absolute rule sent a chill down her spine. "Do you eat at all?" she asked.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 6:06 pm
Jack stared at her for a moment, His glass eye looking straight at her. Was she serious? She had better be joking, and even then, those kind of jokes were just plain low. "Gotta have a stomach for that girl." Jack replied dryly.
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