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 Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 1:20 pm
The Lady of the House
 Kitsuyo-dono
Character name: Kitsuyo Sakurai
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Personality: Kitsuyo is a blunt person, and she wont sugar coat anything for anyone. She's always been a tomboy growing up, she's never been very elegant at anything, and overall, she's pretty offensive. In addition, Kitsuyo is a pretty violent person. She's taken martial arts since she's been young, and likes to spar when she can. However, Kitsuyo isn't a stranger to emotion; when she's happy she'll laugh, when she's sad she'll cry.
History: When her parents passed away in an alcohol related car accident, Kitsuyo was sent to her grandparent's house. It was a huge change in life style, her parents were lower middle class money wise, but her grandparents owned that nice mansion in Jeidin Estates! Kitsuyo was only ten or eleven when her parents died, but her grandparents were very good guardians in their place. Despite the lurking melancholic aura over the three of them, Kitsuyo grew up to be a very strong young woman. She's very independent and proud. It goes against all her morals to get help from a slave�but since her last grandparent passed away recently she doesn't have a choice but have someone cook for her.
Specialty: Winning fights. Physical or otherwise.
Extras: Kitsuyo received her grandparents' house and fortune in their will. In relation to martial arts, Kitsuyo fights with twin sai.
The Lady's b***h(s)
Character name: Hiro Kioyo
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Personality: Hiro is a very fun and loveable character. He agrees with people easily, and gets along with others very well. Hiro can switch from serious to fun-loving at any moment, which is a true accomplisment for someone of his standards. He is loyal and a good man who seems to like everyone. Sometimes, stubborn.
History: Hiro had been born in a small, nuclear family. He always loved his mother and father, and even his sister. But, once the women dominated over men, the family was seperated, leaving Hiro and his father, slaves. He had lost his father early on, but he had been accostomed to making friends out of the male slaves around him. He seemed to forget the recent loss after a few good years.
Specialty: Hiro is basically an all-around type of slave. He can pretty much do anything at any given time.
Extras: Hiro at one point in his life had been trained for sword fights and sparing. He is also somewhat trained with firearms.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 1:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 5:01 pm
The manor was so quiet that morning...it was always quiet. The soft scuffing of Kitsuyo's slippers were the only noise echoing thoughout the house as she left her ungodly mess of a room. It was lonely, and it was sad. Kitsuyo never said anything about it, that would suggest insanity. Kitsuyo poured herself some milk and added some cereal. She crunched on it slowly. God, life was dull. Her grandparents were some of the greatest people in the world. Her grandmother was a proud woman, as was her mother they both taught her to have pride in everything she had done.
There was no reason to regret--even mistakes all it meant was that you were growing faster. Those words sounded good back when she was a little kid, but now, as an official "adult" the saying seemed to loose more and more meaning. That saying was coming back as she stirred her cold breakfast. She remembered when Grandma used to make her a huge breakfast of pancakes/waffles, sauage, eggs, muffins, and orange/apple juice. Grandma would always say that she was too skinny and she needed meat on her bones. It made it so much more delicious that all the food was actually made by her grandparents (mostly Grandpa). They really did care for her, and she really cared for them. It broke her heart when they died, she almost cried at their funeral.
It really would be nice to have a male to cook and clean for her... No, she didn't need one! She shook her head in quickly, no she didn't need one of...them. Kitsuyo let out a small sigh and sumped her breakfast. She needed to go to work at the bar...
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:31 pm
¤:[What's the worst that I could S A Y?
Things are better if I stay]
Kitsuyo's bright red sportscar sped through her long drive way within seconds. A self-rightous grin spread across her face as she slid into the garage cleanly. She loved being in danger--or feeling that sense of danger and ultimately coming out unharmed. It made her feel powerful. It made her feel strong. It made her feel like Kitsuyo. She put her car into park and skid off her driving sunglasses while turning her head towards her new slave.
"Soo... This is the house... it's pretty big, but you'll get the hang of it--you will be cleaning all of it for me." She explained, stepping out of the car and walking into the house. She motioned for him to follow. "Don't touch my room, though. If I see you going through it, I'll kill you personally."
She dropped her keys in the bowl near the door, and motioned toward the stairs. "My room is the farthest on the right, you can take any of the rooms, I don't really care. Oh, and if I happen to have... visitors, I'm going to assume that you'll shut your ears and stay away, got me?" ¤:[So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight]:¤
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:41 pm
Hiro gazes inside and outside of Kitsuyo's car. It amazes him. He had never been in a car ever since he was thrown into slavery like the rest of his male comerades. He sighs though, figuring he is still not allowed to speak until she appoints him too.
As soon as Hiro steps out of Kitsuyo's car, he gasps at her large estate. 'Glory!' He thinks, as he listens to Kitsuyo explain. He makes a face when she speaks of him cleaning--all the time. Hiro simply nods his head as Kitsuyo tells him the consequence for going near her room. It frightens him, a bit.
He sighs once again, at least Hiro is given the choice of a room. Hiro nods, and says, bluntly, "Yes, master." As he obeys Kitsuyo's rules and restrictions.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:46 pm
¤:[What's the worst that I could S A Y?
Things are better if I stay]
"Smart boy." Kitsuyo gave him a forced grin for a half second before it melted to a more popular frown. She slid off her shoes at the door, and told Hiro to do the same. She took a seat at her living room and rested her feet against the coffee table. His silence was bugging her. "So... name's Hiro, eh? What are you good at?" ¤:[So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight]:¤
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:53 pm
Hiro too has a weak grin as he copies Kitsuyo, by removing his own shoes at the door. Hiro follows after Kitsuyo and stands as she places her feet against the coffee table. Once she breaks the silence, he responds, "Yes. My name is Hiro. I am good at everything, really!" He explains, his weak smile still planted on his face.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 4:00 pm
¤:[What's the worst that I could S A Y?
Things are better if I stay]
"Haha, pretty conceited thing to say. Even, I, Kitsuyo, queen of the universe, am not good at everything." She responded in a sarcastic tone, rolling her eyes. She fished her pockets for a moment as she commented that her new slave should wipe the smile off his face unless he wanted her to break it. She pulled out a few twenty dollar bills and counted them. Eighty dollars... that should be fine.
The pale haired young adult sighed softly. "I'm already bored. I should have gotten a dog instead. Let's go do something. Got any ideas? I've got some money." ¤:[So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight]:¤
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 4:05 pm
"...You truly make me laugh." Hiro says, he too, being sarcastic. After recieving his threatening comment to remove his grin; It disapears. "Yes, master." He says, bluntly.
Hiro perks a bit at the word 'dog'. "Hmm..." He starts to say, "...For fun I always used to go out to the cinema..." He says, bringing back some memories. "And... I could be a dog too, see?" He asks Kitsuyo, getting down on his hands and knees, periodically barking.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 4:12 pm
¤:[What's the worst that I could S A Y?
Things are better if I stay]
Kitsuyo watched Hiro's display with a twitching eye. "Let's not talk about this ever again... I was thinking more towards the beach..." By thinking, she had already decided. She ran upstairs to fetch a bathing suit and other beach time items.
"I'll get you a suit when we get there." She said curtly, dragging him into the car.
((Ignore the current weather. XPP It's summer time here.)) ¤:[So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight]:¤
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 4:15 pm
Hiro sighs as he stands up. "Yes, master." He says, as he watches her run upstairs. He explores the room a bit, until Kitsuyo drags him to the car. He simply sighs, thinkg he may get a good suit, maybe things will look up for him? Probably not. He may get a holey, or a half-decent looking one.
(( XD I was about to say. ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 4:19 pm
¤:[What's the worst that I could S A Y?
Things are better if I stay]
((I'm going to post on the beach thread)) ¤:[So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight]:¤
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 4:19 pm
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:32 pm
¤:[What's the worst that I could S A Y?
Things are better if I stay]:¤
((Soooo sorry for the delay! Have a longer post! Haha.))
"Shut your filthy mouth, slave!!" Kitsuyo snapped, turning her head to face him for a moment before swirving to avoid a car. "Don't you dare try to negotiate with me. You're far too idiotic to know anything."
Kitsuyo continued on her way toward her home at record speeds. She was told by her parents that she seemed to become akin to a racecar driver when she was angry and behind a wheel--fully equip with skills to match. She pulled smoothly into the driveway and shifted the gear to Park. Still mumbling to herself, she opened the door and unsteadily stood on her own. The adreniline of her anger seemed to numb the pain. "Get out of the car." She ordered sharply.
Entering her house, she could feel the spongey bandage on her foot with every step she took. It was bound to need stiches or some other horrible medical procedure. Kitsuyo didn't want to admit it to herself. She couldn't stand doctors...
"The first part of your punishment:" Kitsuyo began confidently, despite her pain, "Wipe up all the blood that is left on the floor. Even on the carpets. They had better be spotless."
Kitsuyo threw her keys into the bowl near the door and headed into her room. "The second part would be:" She fished through her closet and found a french maid outfit. It was implied that no one would speak of why she had such a thing in her closet, "wearing this maid costume at all times."
Biting into her mouth to keep from screaming in pain, she waved Hiro to leave. "This will only be the beginning." She warned through clenched teeth. ¤:[So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight]:¤
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:46 pm
(( That's okay! ))
Hiro is taken back as soon as his mistress hollers at him. It was either the terrible foot pain, or she was most likely infuriated with the boy. He remains quiet from that point on, acting as if his mouth was glued together. Hiro has finally learned that, he has no control at all over what is happening. Bondage has swept over his world, and taken him captive. As Kitsuyo insults him, he sighs, merely biting his tongue and remaining quiet, for the entire car ride. He steps out of the car when ordered to, and follows Kitsuyo inside; desperately dreaming of bolting from his mistress.
As soon as Kitsuyo begins to speak of his punishment, he nods. Cleaning the bloodied floors should not be too difficult for him. Except on the carpets, that would be a challenge. The second part of his punishment stuns him. He swallows hard, as he takes the uniform and marches to the bathroom, her words ringing in his ears. This will only be the begining.' He growls, as he tightens his dress. 'Shut your filthy mouth, slave!!' Hiro took offense to that. Yet, he begins to clean the floors, using the cleaning supplies found in the slave's closet. "Why does she constantly call me her slave...? I have a name..." He says to himself, as he mops the blood away from the floors. Later, he will move on to the carpet.
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