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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 7:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 4:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 6:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 11:16 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 4:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 4:35 pm
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Jane stepped off his ship and onto the street of the planet, his eyes looking up to the moons. Luna; the primary planet for slave drivers. Oh, how he despised being on this planet. And yet, he needed a new servant. A pet, if you will. Gravel crunched loudly under his feet as he walked down the street, people staring as he went by. After all, the fae king was not commonly seen off his planet: he was usually too busy to take excursions.
He moved with swift grace, all the while searching for a slave market. It didn't take long to find one; it never did. Moving in, he looked around. Everywhere he looked was a human in a cage, some already resigned, others asleep, others yet trying to escape. There was cursing sounding out in the air, some from haggling, some from the slaves. Typical. In his head, a chorus rang through of the thoughts, and he ignored them, knowing that it would be difficult to decide if he listened to them at all at this point.
The fae demanded precedence as he walked, his orange eyes shimmering with anticipation. One of these humans was perfect for him, though he knew not which one at this point. Several sales men came up to him, but he waved them away, not wanting to be bothered as he searched.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 5:59 pm
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Yumiko woke up in her cage as usual, sighing carefully as to not draw attention. She looked around, briefly taking a look at everybody who pasted by. None noticed her, as she was shaded in the dark. Yumiko had a sign on her cage, that read "Teenage Girl, $700." Nobody seemed interested and after a while a man came over and put up a sign that read "Teenage Girl, $500." Slowly people came to her cage and looked quietly, and then walked away. Most of them were men who were older than her, maybe teens too or in their 20s. There was also a couple of women, which frightened her.
Chiyako walked down the streets quietly as she walked up to several cages. She wanted to find one that looked miserable enough that should be brought to freedom. But which one..? I mean, they all looked miserable. She started asking some of the men (and some women) how long they've been a slave. None of them knew. So she decided to pick her two favorite, and flip a coin.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 6:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 6:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 6:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 8:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 9:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 3:50 pm
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єcho
Echo looked around, she awoken by the faint sounds of customer arriving. 'Another day, of endless agony.' Echo thought. Her movements silent, she looked around her eyes trailing the customers.
She felt empty she missed Master Vincent, she missed serving him. realizing how much she missed him she realized how pitiful she was how worthless she was. Here she was missing a master, shouldn't she be happy she wasn't serving anyone? But no matter how many times Echo looked at the situation she wasn't like others she didn't have anyone to live for so she just served.
Sighing, she shook her head the thoughts vanishing, 'I shouldn't think like this, I'm just a slave nothing more.' Echo thought. Looking up, she noticed a new sign was placed in front of her cage. It read: $300; Obedient, Loyal, Doesn't backtalk. 'What a horrible way to describe me.' Echo thought. 'They could just say: $300; Teenage Puppet. But no they put that.' Echo thought.
Tilting her head, she noticed two masters were talking to Yumiko and Carmenn. 'They might get out of this lonely prison cell, good for them.' Echo thought. Echo didn't care if she was bought or not, she would just end up at the same situation: bounded to serve.
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