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 Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 5:15 pm
 This is a place that the twins (cough Sen) bought and remodeled together (cough only Sen). It is obvious by the severe contrasts throughout the house, between modern/futuristic and traditional, that Sen and Ryou didn't entirely agree with the other's style; they came to a sort of agreement, claiming rooms to be their own to design in their own ways. Because it was never a place intended to be for slaves, the rooms for the slaves are (for the most part) spare rooms thrown into something barely livable, so that the twins didn't have to unhand the rooms for important guests or themselves.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 8:42 pm
CampfireFairy I was confused... expecting you to quote me in here!  Can you imagine no love, pride,
Deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you...
Even when I know you're wrong? Sen sighed, ignoring the questions which were shot her way. The girl would just have to wait and see, wouldn't she? In truth, Sen was more than excited to ship the little girl off on her brother... his reaction would be priceless! Of course, she wouldn't be there for too long. After all, she still needed to get a playmate for herself. As the car, a unique vehicle that didn't exactly use anything seemingly possible by the laws of reality, came to a stop in front of the mountainous abode Sen stepped out, letting out a lazy sigh.
She turned to the cage, yanking it out roughly and pulling wrapping paper out from the car. She began the process of blocking the inner view of the present, pausing only to voice a threat on the possible drawbacks of ripping the paper. After all, it wasn't like it was the slaves birthday, and even if it was it wouldn't really matter. "Just shut up and behave until Ryou gets to you." Sen growled, her tone dangerous as she taped the last piece of paper into place. Then hauling the cage inside she dumped it outside her brother's door, deciding to wait until he felt the need to leave rather than going in and causing a fuss. Instead she strode away; time to grab a toy of her own! Can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance
Five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had...
And me?
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 6:15 pm
(Ahhh, I see.) {My Name is...} ❝Meredith Axis❞    ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Inhale hate...
Hide your feelings... Meredith had dozed off during the trip, with nothing better to do than shy away from onlookers. When they had gotten into a vehicle she did not know, but she awoke upon her cage being yanked out of it. It thudded onto the ground and she started awake. She looked around groggily and blinked at the lady's house. It was beautiful, impossibly tall, and topped with magnifecent white stone walls and curved rooves. It took her breath away, but she stayed as stone faced as possible. "Just shut up and behave until Ryou gets to you."Ryou, huh? "I will," she promised. She gathered her legs into a criss cross position and made herself small for heat as the misstress wrapped colourful paper around her cage. The light was muffled and provided shelter from the mountaintop wind. The dragging commenced and she waited a long time for the cage to stop. When it finally did she had felt and heard the difference from outside. It was warmer, enough so she wouldn't have to burn the paper off her cage to get warm. and the wind didn't howl off the rocks. "And here I am," she whispered. It had been a long time since she'd left the slave shop. And it was the first time she felt genuinely anxious. Who was the misstress' brother, Ryou. Was he as intimidating as her. She heard the woman stride away and she cocked her head to the side. Please, I want to go back. She wanted so badly to cry out, but the only thing keeping her mouth shut was the image of her father. ...exhale fire...
...for the ones you love... ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 12:18 pm
AlfalfaSquirrel_Underabox Finally, his grand appearance...  Plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man He heard mumbling from behind his sliding door, and his irritation shot right up. An eyebrow twitching as he forced himself to remain focused on his book, Ryou ignored the obvious prank which his sister intended to pull. That was all it could be, right? Dropping a vat of acid over his head as soon as the door opened, or maybe he'd fall into a pit of venomous snakes... obnoxious little things like that seemed to be all Sen was good at. His golden eyes occasionally turned lazily up towards the door; Sen wasn't normally this patient, what the hell was going on? What was eating at him so badly that he couldn't keep his mind steady?
Shaking his dark locks about, Ryou tapped his fingers hesitantly on his mask, shifting it slightly so that it sat more comfortably on his head. The red coat of silk was quickly buttoned properly and he stood in a swift, fluid moment. He had heard his sister stalk away, but there was still breathing at the door... did she let those scary obsessive girls into the house again? No... the breathing wasn't ragged enough. He let out a sigh, well what was the worst that could happen? Sliding the door open he leaned lazily against it, glaring down on the box with cool indifference. The vibrant paper didn't amuse him anymore than the big Happy birthday brother dearest! Enjoy it to your heart's content! on top of the colorful box.
I'd likely enjoy an angry dragon more, if it's from her. he thought with irritation, thrusting his hand forward through the paper. He was surprised when it met nothing but air. He paused, pulling his hand slowly backwards from it's death-thrust and tearing the remaining paper off in the process. A girl? His face was blank, staring her for a moment before he opened his hand; a key- it had been taped to the paper. Looking up from the key to the girl he frowned, grumbled incoherently about Sen, dropped the key, and turned back into his room, slamming the sliding door shut.
"To hell with her; I'm fine with my paintings." he growled, knowing that he should have probably warned the girl of the various dangers around the castle. Oh well, she'd learn about Sen's pass-time the hard way. Who was too afraid to fly
So he never did land
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 1:14 pm
{My Name is...} ❝Meredith Axis❞ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Inhale hate...
Hide your feelings... From inside the box, the sound of something sliding open stopped Meredith's breath. She stared ahead of her, wishing she knew what she was facing. There was a silence that dragged on, making Meredith's nerve shake faster towards oblivion. Rrrip! Meredith started in shock when a pale hand, clecnched in a death grip beside her head. She stared at it with wide eyes that might have looked terrified if they weren't so dull. The hand withdrew after flexing in the air and suddenly the rest of the wrapping around her cage was torn away. Meredith was sure that it was Ryou she was staring at, with a mask on his head, dark hair, golden eyes like his sister's, and an irritated blank expression. He glanced at his hand and dropped whatever was in it. He turned and slammed the sliding door shut, and Meredith looked down at the key he'd left. "-hell with her; I'm fine with my paintings." It appeared that Ryou was not pleased with her. She frowned and stretched her hand out of the cage. With the key in her hand she crouched in her cage and stuck the key in the lock. Here's a good chance to kill myself for my sins, Meredith thought. "Are you Ryou," she said loudly to the master. She pushed open the iron door and stood in front of his. It looked like it was made of paper it was so fragile; she didn't dare knock. ...exhale fire...
...for the ones you love... ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 8:30 am
AlfalfaSquirrel_Underabox Plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man Ryou let out a sigh, listening to the reproachful sounds on the other side of the door. He chose to ignore it, flipping his book back to it's appropriate page. It was a rather interesting book- all about the paintings of the Shogun period. It really was amazing how they used nothing more than ink to create such insightful pieces of art...
The fox boy twitched again as a loud voice tore through the room. A loud CLAP rang out as he slammed his book shut. Again, he rose to his feet. Amber eyes flashing with irritation he stalked towards the door, his slightly disheveled hair accenting the paleness of his skin. Quickly the door flew open.
Ryou stood, leaning against the door-frame and glaring at the girl. For a moment he was silent, sparking eyes seeming to chill the room.
"And if I am?" he spoke, his voice harsh and indifferent- very haughty in tone. "What is my name to the likes of you?" he asked, crossing his arms and eloquently raising an eyebrow. Who was too afraid to fly
So he never did land
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 7:48 pm
{My Name is...} ❝Meredith Axis❞ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Inhale hate...
Hide your feelings... Meredith winced. Maybe she should have just stayed silent outside and waited until the master called for her. Even if she had been truly suicidal she'd prefer to know how she was going to be killed off. The door flapped open before Meredith could sputter an apology. I'm sorry. He leaned against the door frame with a stony glare stirring her insides. In a mental sense everything was covered in frost and goosebumps rose more promenently on her bare skin. "And if I am?" His tone. It was harsh and indifferent, and haughty. "What is my name to the likes of you?"Those words and that tone almost echoed her father exactly. She'd once heard the villagers calling him by his name and ignorantly tried it too. The punishment had been severe and brutal. It had given her child-like mind nightmares. Everey bad moment of her upbringing was imprinted in her, just ready to be confused with reality again. She froze, and her eyes dialated slightly. Her crimson irises seemed glow in a glazed way. Her past memories of the man who'd raised her were incredibly unstable. Her skin heated, and not only could you feel hot and sweaty near her, the air around her vibrated in heat waves visible to the naked eye. "I'll kill you," she stated in a hoarse, growling voice. Her fists clenched and she blinked blindly. She was having trouble seperating her master from her father, and her skin lit like it had on the night she killed him. "I killed you! Stop coming back!" She swung a blazing arm as she stepped froward blindly, trying to hit Ryou when she thought he was the man of her past. ...exhale fire...
...for the ones you love... ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:37 pm
burning_eyes BUMP burning_eyes
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 10:37 pm
It's been while, you still around?
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 1:34 pm
Paper Satellite It's been while, you still around? uhh... (quit the guild a while ago) Sorry D:
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 5:06 pm
MY rusty h a l o Paper Satellite It's been while, you still around? uhh... (quit the guild a while ago) Sorry D: Ohhh, that's why. Alright, thanks.
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