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Post by Emily Adair Swann on Apr 8, 2010 19:31:54 GMT -5
Emily Adair Swann sighed as she watched another Master pass by her cage, after several moments of his eyes raking over her entirely. Naturally, she'd hissed at them. It was the obvious instinct and the one that sent them away. Well, really, did they actually expect her to not react when they staring at her like a piece of meat? As if her attitude wasn't enough, many people were simply turned away the moment they saw her fangs. While it wasn't a very uncommon sight anymore, vampires were still usually in Master positions. Most have climbed their way up by killing previous Masters. Any normal human, for instance, would keep their steps far from a vampires. They were strong, after all, and the markings on her cage's sign didn't improve her situation much. The age alone would turn away many prospective buyers, especially the fact that she was 'considered' a vampire Master. Naturally, her expensive price was rather imposing. All in all, it was taking her a very long time to be sold again. Sometimes humans were so lucky.
Her life was not exactly one you could consider a fairytale, far from it, in fact. In the beggining, Emily was a mere human. Bought and sold along with her family. Until a particular Master, none too pleased with Emily, decided to off them and turn her into one of the living dead. How nice of him. Then, to make matter worse, he'd left her to fend for herself, as a newborn vampire. She had been lucky, if you could call it that, that another vampire Master had come across her and bought her. While he wasn't what normal people could consider nice, he was the kindest man she'd ever had the oppurtunity to come across. He had been a very strict man and expected much out of his slaves, due to his reputation. He'd beat her often in order to get his point across. And trust her, he had a ton of points. However, one of these appereances was one of power. He allowed her to train; she'd gained the title of a Master vampire. While her manipulation and creation of water hardly came in handy under these circumstances, her affinty for emotions did. While she wasn't a very powerful empath, she could sense, only by touch, what a Master's mood may be. Naturally, this came in handy for a slave.
Her current situation was not exactly one she was pleased to be in, either. The Cages were, naturally, kept quiet cool. They obviously didn't want their slaves feeling too comfortable in the surroundings. They had to show off who's boss at all times. Not to mention their obvious taste in clothing, that never made things better, especially in the rather cool climate of the silver cage she was trapped in. The thin white dress clung to her body like a second skin, cut short at both the bottom and the top. Seeing as the girl wouldn't be sold so easily, they went to different measures to make the girl more appeasing to a Master's eye. The only thing she could be happy for was the largeness of the Cage. She had enough room to manuever herself to the back corner of the cage.
Emily's back was pressed firmly against the silver bars, making sure that none of her skin connected with hard metal. She allowed her dark hair to pool over her shoulders and cover, as best she could, her upper half from those raking eyes. She had been trapped in place for about three months now, and despite her immortality, this was starting to feel a really long time. She brought her knees up against her chest, feeling the thin material of the dress move with her legs. She hugged her legs firmly with her arms and allowed her head to rest upon the soft cool skin of her arm. Her bare feet pressed firmly against the cement ground, thankful that at least the ground wasn't made of that horrible silver. Her cage was made of silver, naturally, to weaken her. They didn't want to take any chances that the vampire slave may come to attack one of their customers, or even one of the guards who passed her by. No casualties were allowed.
Emily heard the footsteps approach the area her cage was trapped in. Slowly, she lifted her head and gazed through half lidded eyes. The person had yet to arrive, though she was sure that it would be here in no time at all. Hearing them come ever closer, she allowed a hiss to sound from deep within her throat, before the person even arrived before her cage. A warning; she'd had more than enough people look over her today. Now, she just wanted it to end, she wanted the Cages to close, and she wanted all of these customers out. Rest, that's all she asked for, and a few, wonderful, seconds of peace and being alone. Naturally, this was too much for ask for. She heaved a light groan before lowering her head back against her knees. There was no real purpose to defying the inevitable. The Master would come, look over her, and soon the Master would be gone. Just like all the others. She was tired of being in this zoo. Knowing the Master arrived, she lifted her head, though not enough to lift her eyes and meet his gaze, and simply flashed her fangs, hoping the person was human and she was sending him away, before he even had a moment to look over her. However, the smell wasn't human; it was vampire. Wasn't she just lucky? This one wasn't going to go away.
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Post by Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow on Apr 8, 2010 22:08:21 GMT -5
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia? Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Tristian hadn't planned on getting a slave today, especially in his work clothes. In fact, he didn’t want a slave at all, but for some reason, he found himself standing near the slaves’ area. He sighed, looking down the lane; a lot of them seemed not his type, wanting to cause him pain. It was a good thing he was a vampire, because otherwise he’d be in a lot of pain right now. He walked slowly down the lane, and had his eyebrows furrowed. Fortunately for him, he was in his Jack Sparrow outfit, and so no one recognized him as the famous actor…yet.
Tristian saw one slave and stopped, his eyes just staring at her face. He heard his growling, her trying to scare him off, and it pained him to hear that. Not because it was directed towards him, but because it could mean something had happened to her before hand. It was near the end of the day and he didn’t like seeing the slave in the outfits like this; her outfit was by far the worst. He motioned a guard over and whispered to him, saying he wanted to go in and see her.
Tristian followed the man in and walked in the cage, not even bothering with trying to avoid the silver. He smiled a little bit at her. “Hey there.” He blinked at her, wondering what she was going to do. Currently, his voice sounded like a Pirate’s, with that kind of accent. “Mind ye tell a good fellow yer name?” Of course, he was playing around, always in the humorous attitude. “Me name’s Kahuna. Ye know, like the drink.” He laughed.
Tristian still didn’t know what he was doing there, but stayed where he was anyways. He heard the guards whispering that he was crazy to be in the cage with them, but he felt there’d maybe be a better communication. He’d just have to wait and see…
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Post by Emily Adair Swann on Apr 8, 2010 23:56:43 GMT -5
Emily Adair Swann glared at the floor. She would not allow her eyes to lift to meet his face. She was hoping her mere listlessness would send him walking down the aisle to find himself another pretty little slave. She was not interested; she just wanted to lay down and rest, ignore the idea that she's a slave and a slave that's forced to live forever to. Wow, she just knew how to put her hand in the lucky card draw. Hah. To think, if that horrible man hadn't turned her, she'd be dead now, of old age at the very least. She wouldn't have to worry about this whole being a slave thing.
Emily heard the man whispering to the guard; though she blocked out the coversation her vampire ears attempted to pick up. She had no interest in this man and would rather he just leave her. However, she wasn't lucky enough for that and soon enough she heard the steel doors being jerked open. Instinctively, she tried to press her back further against the wall, feeling the hot sting of the steel, though it had yet to touch any of her skin. It was not an often occurance at an interested man would have a guard open her cage, especially since she was a vampire. She was almost surprised the guard even wanted to risk it. Of course, she did have a few extra protective measures. Her wrists were secured with steel handcuffs, along with her ankles. No chances were considered too much. Though, she didn't feel the burn of the steel against her skin in those areas anymore; she'd long gotten used to that.
She blinked several times when she heard him speak, sure she hadn't just heard him correctly. Sure, she knew he was a vampire and he could have lived a very long time, but it was rare to find one who still fully embraced the time he was born. She had to be hearing things, because the man sounded like a pirate. Great, now she was going to be insane for the rest of her immortal unlife. Blinking again, she abonished the thought that she was insane, because surely, she couldn't make herself hear that accent more than once. Of course, she groaned when she heard the question, after piecing apart the accent. Her name. They always wanted a name, as if they were even going to use it. Likely, they'd forget it within the next few hours. She didn't even know why they bothered. She was actually surprised she even remembered her name after all these years. She rolled her eyes and very slowly she lifted her head.
"You aren't going to use it anyway.
[/b]" She replied with a shake of her head. There was no use and she still hoped that giving him as little information as possible was somehow going to get him away from her. Thanks, but she had no interest in being bought just yet. She was still getting over her last Master, the so called nice one. Really, she was actually considered a bit lucky having had him. Of course, they didn't really know what he was like. How his rules were. How living with him century after century was. He wasn't that great. He wasn't some person to worship. He was no one. Though, the Master that changed her...she shuddered as a multitude of images entered her brain and she quickly shook them away. There was no point in that. She could think about him after she got rid of this internested man who was only going to abuse her - until he got tired of her, or killed her. He was a vampire, after all, she was sure he could handle it. That's when her eyes finally noticed him, causing her to snort at his appereance. Yeah, she hadn't been hearing things. He was apparantly stuck back...well centuries ago. She wasn't exactly sure when the whole piracy lost it's time, but it had been a long time ago. Yet, there he stood, wearing the full pirate get up. Hah. This was great. The man interested in her was a stupid pirate. She shook her head, as if the simple motion could turn back the clock and change this man. And he obviously thought he was funny, for his next words caused him to laugh, which only caused her to roll her eyes in response. No, she didn't even know about the drink. Hello, vampire. And one that had been stuck the last few centuries with the same Master. Like he was going to drink anything called....well she'd already forgotten. He was going to be gone soon anyway...she hoped. Pirates were not nice, she heard about them. There was no happy go lucky ending if she ended up with him. She had to act...well she was sure he would love a rebellious slave...any sort of slave. Great, she was stuck. " You must not have heard, but the pirate fashion...it ran out a few centuries ago, sorry to break it to you.[/b]" She informed him with a slight nod of her head. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] -------------------I'm rocking;; Read the pretty description, I don't use pictures, not when I can use words. How many did you say?;; Do I have to? Credits Rolling;;This template was made by KaliAnne@ CAUTION TO THE WIND. Steal and I'll send pacman after you. The lyrics are Situations by Escape the fate. Thanks to Sarabi of Caution for the pictures!
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Post by Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow on Apr 9, 2010 1:12:29 GMT -5
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia? Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Tristian blinked in surprise at the first words out of the woman’s mouth. Then, he smiled, revealing his teeth. “Tough one, are ye? Well, then. Carry on.” He studied her, wondering where to go from here, tell her the truth or wait until he made it to the car with her?
Ha. How very much like Tristian to go in without a plan. He didn’t even WANT a slave…maybe she could help him stop the slavery. Who knew? He’d just have to see. He leaned back on his feet and stood up, staggering a little bit as his character would have done. “You do realize, don’t ye, that ye should have some manners when speaking to the Captain of the ship, don’t ye?”
Despite the circumstances, Tristian was having fun, and he laughed like a pirate at what the woman said. “Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, A Pirate’s Life for me.” He sang off key and swung his arm around as if he had some beer in his hand. He glanced around. “Yo, Matie! How much is Ye young one ‘ere? She’d fit right into the family….if I were to have one.” The last part was said in wonderment and then stood up. “I’m going to find out sooner or later, ye hear? So, mind telling me yer name?”
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Post by Emily Adair Swann on Apr 9, 2010 13:58:55 GMT -5
Emily Adair Swann raised a single eyebrow when she heard his words, totally ignoring the fangs he showed her. He was actually wrong...in most senses. While, she had her rebellious streaks every now and then, after so many years of slavery and having people slam obiediance into her head since birth, well she wasn't that rebellious. She was mostly submissive; she had only a little leftover fire. But he didn't need to know that; he should come to think she's really rebellious. That, she felt, was her only hope of getting rid of the pirate man. She didn't want to be bought, even with as boring and annoying as these Cages were, not at the moment. She was just fine huddling against the bars of the cage. Was it really too much to ask for, a little peace and quiet? Being looked at all day was not something she enjoyed. However, it wasn't like she had any words to protest. She knew her place in this world; she had been a slave since birth. It's all she knew.
"I guess you'll have to find out.
[/b]" She hissed, trying her best to appear stronger than she actually was. Emily may not enjoy her title in this world as much as the next person, but that didn't mean she was about to go and start a revolution on it. Actually, she was neither for, nor against this whole slavery business, though she supposed she belonged exactly where she was. She couldn't imagine doing things freely, making her own scheduale, doing things without being told to do them. That had been a part of her life since she learned how to walk and talk. It came as natually as not breathing. In a way, she was actually afraid to leave the slave title behind her, she didn't feel she could survive without it. Naturally, this could be because of all the Masters who decided to tell her this a million times in order to earn her full obediance. Whatever the case, Emily learned her title in this world and was even afraid to abandon it, obviously they had done their job well. Not that she was going to tell this man this, not when she still had any chance of chasing him away. Emily wanted him gone, now. He was obviously insane, still stuck back in the days when he was turned. She didn't like him one bit. She hissed again, moving her body closer to the steel. Slowly, she pulled herself up, to where she was standing, her hands would have pressed themselves against the steel bars would her handcuffs allowed such a motion, instead her hands were placed before her, as she glared at the man. This was not turning out to be a good day at all. She asked for some peace and quiet and what does she get, a man who thinks he's the captain of some pirate ship! As if he could demand any manners from her...though he could be looking for a rebellious slave. Some liked to break them, and she was not going to allow herself to think about that. No, he wanted a good, peaceful slave. This Master was going to tire of her rebellious attitude and just leave. Of course, this only ever happened with lucky people. " You aren't a pirate, or the captain of some ship...the pirate days are over.[/b]" She told him, though instead of sounding as strong as she liked, some of that fear leaked into her voice. Her body flinched instinctively from his laugh and following tune, afraid he was going to yell at her, or worse. So much for her good old rebellious act. She mentally scolded herself, before bringing her attention back to glaring at the pirate who wouldn't leave, and the one who obviously had too much to drink recently, judging by his arm going about. This was not happening, this man was going to leave her alone and she was going to get some peace and quiet....hah, if only she lived in that sort of peaceful world. Her bubble was burst the moment he inquired about her price...her only hope now was her expenisive price tag. Surely, he wouldn't want to spend so much on her. He would leave, just like everyone else. Oh, she just wanted this pirate man to stop wanting to buy her. " She's $90, 000, sir,[/b]" The guard responded, coming along the aisle. Emily raised her eyes to peer into the pirate's. She didn't want to answer him, was still hoping that her rebellious attitiude was going to send him away, but she was more afraid of what the pirate may do if she didn't listen, if he did buy her. It was an ever going battle in her head and she just wanted it to stop. She wanted everything to stop. She didn't want to be bought, especially by some weird pirate who was likely going to beat her the moment they got to his...she had no idea, maybe he had a pirate ship for a house. She groaned at the idea, shaking her head as if that motion was enough to deny anything and bring anything back to normal. Whatever normal was. She took a deep breath, knowing it was just best to give him the name and get it over with. " You don't need to know my name.[/b]" She hissed. Well great, just bring on the anger... [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] -------------------I'm rocking;; Read the pretty description, I don't use pictures, not when I can use words. How many did you say?;; Do I have to? Credits Rolling;;This template was made by KaliAnne@ CAUTION TO THE WIND. Steal and I'll send pacman after you. The lyrics are Situations by Escape the fate. Thanks to Sarabi of Caution for the pictures!
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Post by Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow on Apr 9, 2010 20:40:19 GMT -5
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia? Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Tristian actually liked this woman; she seemed to have fire in her. However, he didn't like that when buying a slave, and so he was torn. She was good-looking, really. He shook his head, getting that thought out of his mind. "Right then. I guess I'll just have to see later, eh?"
Tristian looked over at the guard and fumbled in his pocket, and got the money. "How about three shillings and ye don't need to know my name?" He used a quote that was for his character and turned to the woman. "Looks like we're stuck with each other, Miss...Yes, well, best be off."
While waiting for the chains to be off, his eyes checked to make sure there wasn't any real damage on the woman. After that, he looked at her. "So, tell me, are you going to make this easy or difficult?"
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Post by Emily Adair Swann on Apr 10, 2010 0:20:28 GMT -5
Emily Adair Swann was not happy. He was making this difficult. He wasn't going to be scared of her and she was still going to be bought. This was just not her day. The last thing she wanted was to be bought by some insane pirate Master. The world, apparantly, just wanted to see her suffer. Well, thanks, that's just what she needed for that plan to unfold. Still, she had to give herself some points, she was able to keep glaring at him. It was something. Too bad he didn't know she wasn't actually filled with fire; or she hadn't been for a few centuries now. Not that he was about to know that just yet. Actually, this was the most fire she'd been able to show for some time now. Her last Master permitted none of it. How he was still considered a decent Master...he shouldn't be. With a sigh, she managed a curt nod directed toward his question. If he bought her...God, this could not be happening to her.
"Guess you will.
[/b]" She growled. This Master had to be the most annoying person on this planet, she noted when he spoke next. She gritted her teeth, trying her best not to throw an insult at those words. Those words that made no sense, like the rest of him. That sort of money went of stock ages ago....however, she soon grinned at this. Maybe that meant he only carried that old stuff and wouldn't be able to actually purchase her. Maybe this would turn out to be a decent day, after all. That is...until her eyes caught sight of the money. The real money, the sort they used to today. She groaned at the sight. That was just her luck. Why'd she have to be forced to be bought by this insane pirate? Hadn't she been through enough already? Not that she should complain too much...he had been considered decent. She could have had much worse than her previous Master....hah, fate seemed to love a few laughs. Throwing an insane Master her way and all. " You are so annoying....[/b]" She shook her head, obviously frusterated. " If you're trying to make me miserable, you're being sucessful.[/b]" The moment he turned to face her, she wanted to pounce on him and tear every last strand of his hair out....wow, he really was bringing out the best in her. Instead, she only managed another sigh and slight shake of her head at his words. Well, now she was in for it. There was no escape now...unless she wanted to kill him, of course, and really, that just wasn't something she planned on doing any time soon. She lowered her head, showing she was none too pleased with this arrangment. However, she did know her place, even if she was making this hard for him to know. She wasn't going to fight all that much longer. Besides, if she were to be totally honest with herself, a part of her didn't really mind being a slave. It's what kept her safe...in some twisted way. Emily had been a slave since birth; her parents had been slaves. It couldn't be all that bad; not when you were raised in it. She almost feared freedom, actually. " Great, I'm stuck with a pirate wannabe.[/b]" She grumbled. The guard took his time removing the chains. Now that they were coming off, she could feel the sting of the silver. The instant her wrists were free, she crossed her arms about her chest, pushing her hair away from her face first. Now that she didn't need it's cover, with her arms free and all. Emily raised her eyebrows at his next question. While it would be better off for her in the long run to make this all the more easier, she was going to do her best to make it difficult...until he took the fight from her, anyway. Not that it took much. She really didn't have much fight in her in the first place. He didn't know that yet. She raised her head and glared at him. Yeah, she was going to try and make this as difficult as she could. He was going to return her in the next few seconds. If luck decided to be on her side tonight....yeah, right. " Difficult.[/b]" She spat. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] -------------------I'm rocking;; Read the pretty description, I don't use pictures, not when I can use words. How many did you say?;; Do I have to? Credits Rolling;;This template was made by KaliAnne@ CAUTION TO THE WIND. Steal and I'll send pacman after you. The lyrics are Situations by Escape the fate. Thanks to Sarabi of Caution for the pictures!
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Post by Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow on Apr 10, 2010 0:41:41 GMT -5
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia? Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Tristian knew it was going to be difficult, but he wouldn't be deterred. She had no idea what it was like to live by yourself when you had autophobia. He shook his head, his long black piraty hair shaking after it. He laughed like a pirate and pulled her closer to him by her hand. "Either way works for me, Miss. Let us be off."
Tristian stopped before leaving, looking at the guard. He tipped his head at him and said, "Good sailings with ye." He turned back to the woman, a toothy smile towards him, revealing he had some "gold teeth" currently in his mouth. "Ready to climb aboard the Black Pearl?"
Tristian lifted her up then and threw her over his shoulder, linking his arm over her knees and walking out, careful but drunk-like. "Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirate's life for me." Then, some people screamed. "There he is!" He looked behind him, made a face, and ran with her in tow. "They're after me Black Pearl!"
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Post by Emily Adair Swann on Apr 10, 2010 1:57:12 GMT -5
Emily Adair Swann was trying her very best to ignore her 'pirate' Master. Instead, she directed her attention to the wall, which she decided, was far more interesting than the pirate wannabe who rightfully owned her now. Just brilliant. Her eyes widened when he touched her - a million images being shoved into her head at the contact. She mentally cursed and tried to rip her hand away, only to be brought closer to the annoying pirate. She was not okay with touching, especially if the touching was made by a man. Not since her sister. Not since her slavery to that Master. Not since...everything happened. She snapped her eyes back at him, a glare.
"Don't touch me.
[/b]" She growled. Great. This was just great. She ignored the Master's words toward the guard, and blinked in sheer disgust the moment his grin revealed those horrible golden teeth. Well, she did hope he didn't expect her to kiss him...that was not happening. Disgusting. Who liked gold teeth anyway? She wrinkled her nose in response. She rolled her eyes, still trying to block him out of her mind. She had no idea what he was talking about....the Black Pearl...whatever that was. Being a slave for so many centuries really put her behind on the media track...actually she didn't even remember watching any television. Not that she cared. She was quite used to this life, she was not interested in him. Emily yelped in sheer surprise the moment she was put over his shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut - trying desperatly to ignore what was happening, to avoid those images that demanded their full concentration. She did not like being carried, she did not like this man, she did not like her current situation. She wanted everything to end...and she wanted it all to end now. This very instant. She popped her eyes open as if that demand were going to met that very moment...and blinked, annoyed and frustered. Nope, she was still there and she was still being carried by some man, and yes, the images in her head were still there. God, she couldn't escape her past no matter how hard she tried. She grunted the moment she heard the screams pierce the day and her overly sensitive vampire's ears. His words made no sense, like usual. But she could feel it...he knew why those people screamed. See, in this position, there was contact, and being an empath in training, she could feel the bare emotions, just a hint really. She had no idea who the screaming people were and she was getting rather annoyed with his Black Pearl fascination and she wanted everything to go back to normal. God, she felt the fire slowly slip away, now that she just wanted it all to stop. Now that she was sick and tired of the images being rammed in her head. " What are you going on about?[/b]" She hissed. " Can't you please just be normal for a change?[/b]" [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] -------------------I'm rocking;; Read the pretty description, I don't use pictures, not when I can use words. How many did you say?;; Do I have to? Credits Rolling;;This template was made by KaliAnne@ CAUTION TO THE WIND. Steal and I'll send pacman after you. The lyrics are Situations by Escape the fate. Thanks to Sarabi of Caution for the pictures!
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Post by Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow on Apr 10, 2010 12:03:38 GMT -5
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia? Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Tristian kept on running from his fans, looking behind him from time to time. Finally, he saw his black limousine waiting for him. He grinned again and jumped in, her in tow. He set her down gently on the seat, as the doors locked. He only grinned. "I already did touch ye, missy."
Then, as the driver started driving off, Tristian smiled at him. "Sure, love, just let me get back in me time." He shifted up towards the front as the divider went up so he could change into normal clothes. While he did that, he knew the picture of the movie would probably be on the back of the divider. He still had to talk to his driver about that.
Finally, he was in normal clothes and he was his normal self. He let the divider go down as he shapeshifted into his normal shape as well. "How's this for normal?" He sat down across from her and shifted. "Sorry about that. A lot of people are big fans of me, and I couldn't go as myself. My first name's Tristian. Kahuna's my middle. Are you sure you don't want to give me a name?"
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Post by Emily Adair Swann on Apr 10, 2010 15:24:49 GMT -5
Emily Adair Swann glared at the chasing people, trying her very best to look ferocious. Hah. They kept on coming anyway. Until all of that came to a sudden hault when she was put into a vehicle. She blinked, before shifting herself into a more comfortable position. It was only then that the annoying pirate even made any measure to show he'd heard her. Her only response to that was to hiss at him, her eyes glaring. She crossed her arms and leaned her back against the seat. She was not happy. Not like it mattered much; she had no power here, no control. Not when she was only a slave, obviously. She allowed herself to wonder how on earth this pirate vampire never got forced into slavery; he seemed like a lost cause, not a man in high standing.
"Jerk.
[/b]" She muttered. Emily didn't know if he heard her or if he was even paying attention to her, for a few moments later he spoke. She simply rolled her eyes, making it obvious she had no interest in hearing his annoying voice. He seemed to have taken the hint and in no time she was left alone in the back. She wrinkled her nose when she heard various noises coming from the front, sounded too much like a shifting of clothing. Well, if he thought he was going to do anything like that, he had another thing coming to him. Hah. She sounded tougher than she actually was; knowing if a forceful situation ever did occur, she would be no fight. The images would get to her first and from then, she'd be lost in the past. That monster who rapped her sister and almost her too had never been forgotten, nor have the times of abuse by other Masters. Happily Never After. Great. She barely took note of the picture showing the pirate and what she assumed to be his little friends in huge poster form. The moment she heard the divider that seperated them go down, she stubbornly turned her head away, making it as obvious as possible that she was NOT interested in him. In any sort of way. She would not communicate with him....hah, unless he hurt her. God, she was so weak. Acting tough was just that...an act. A really stupid act that she couldn't even make look real. She didn't look tough, she didn't look stubborn, she looked more scared than anything. The only things that made her act look even a little convincing were her words. No, Emily Adair Swann lost most of her fire way back when she was human, watching her sister. Even as a vampire, a much stronger being, she'd barely fought. Her family had seen it. No one else did, no one knew who she was after that event took over her life. She couldn't even stop the man when he did that to the both of them. His words were the thing that chased away the images, and so she clung to them, allowing them to bring her back to reality. She shook her head, clearing her mind in order to concentrate...even if the last thing she wanted was to listen to him. However, she noticed a change. He no longer sounded like a pirate and she wondered if, now, she'd somehow lost herself to insanity. It was then that he seated himself across from her, and only then that she looked up. Her eyes traveled along his....not piratey body. She blinked in surprise. Naturally, not only did he not look like a pirate any longer...but she could never say he looked bad either...she shook her head. She was not going to allow herself to think like that. Not in a thousand, million years. This was the man who annoyed her, after all. Playing pirate...the immaturity of it, really. It was obvious he had no respect for slaves....hah, not that he should, actually. Emily pushed aside those thoughts and concentrated, instead, on what the man was saying. He still didn't make a ton of sense. Why people would be his fans....well that was beyond her. He didn't appear to be anything special, besides the part that he could shapeshift and he was a vampire. She decided not to contemplate that any further at the current moment and instead listened to his name. Well, at the very least, he wasn't joking like an annoying bafoon when he said his name...and this time he actually used his name. Her fight disappeared almost entirely the moment he asked her. Really, there was no use in keeping her name from him. They were already leaving the Cages, it was obvious he was going to keep her. He'd only punish her if she didn't, and that was something she did not want. Still, she didn't see why she should give him her name. Not when he didn't need it. Well, great, she just had to be in a stubborn mood. Fine, punishment it was...stupid her. This is why she managed to get herself into trouble all the time, it was rather annoying. " It doesn't really matter, does it? Just call me slave, like you will anyway.[/b]" She snapped. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] -------------------I'm rocking;; Read the pretty description, I don't use pictures, not when I can use words. How many did you say?;; Do I have to? Credits Rolling;;This template was made by KaliAnne@ CAUTION TO THE WIND. Steal and I'll send pacman after you. The lyrics are Situations by Escape the fate. Thanks to Sarabi of Caution for the pictures!
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Post by Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow on Apr 10, 2010 18:23:22 GMT -5
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia? Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Tristian sighed, hearing the woman call him a jerk. He really didn't mean to be, but he always acted like his character when in their gimmick. It was something he had grown accustomed to doing. "I'm sorry." He told her quietly. He stared at her for a couple seconds before turning and looking out the window as they started driving again from the stoplight.
Tristian knew it wasn't going to be easy and he didn't know what to do about it. The poor girl was in a silver cage, for crying out loud. "Are you alright? I hate that they made the cages silver..." His chocolate eyes looked sad and he shook his head to appear normal again.
Tristian smiled and said, "Surely your parents didn't name you Slave. I guess I'll have to take a guess. Sarah? Is your name Sarah?"
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Post by Emily Adair Swann on Apr 11, 2010 22:10:45 GMT -5
Emily Adair Swann shook her head at his apology, making it very clear that she wasn't about to settle for that. Not that it really mattered; he was her Master and it wasn't likely he actually cared. When they got to his house, or whatever it was about to be, he'd beat her until she cried submission. Seeing as she was being far too stubborn for her own good that day, it may take some time. Well, she wasn't going to allow herself to ponder that at the moment. That was going to be the last of her worries. Now she was going with a new Master and a new set of rules. She'd been through enough of that and stubbornly wished they were all the same. It would make things so much easier, because being sold to a totally different person was not a fun experience, well, at least not for the slave. She knew a few Masters who came to enjoy themselves. Well, good for them. She gazed at the window as they passed the surroundings.
"Yeah, sure you are.
[/b]" She muttered. " No one told you to act like a jerk; you did that all on your own.[/b]" It was actually odd now...this man speaking like a normal person. After all, only a moment ago he'd been in full piratey get up and talking like an insane nut case, now here was talking like a normal vampire being. Hah. Her eyes narrowed the moment she heard those words fall from his posion lips. Yeah, like he really cared about how she was doing. She squeezed her eyes shut, leaning her back further against the seat. Okay, Emily was by no means really rebellious. Her sign back there...if he'd cared to look at it, described her as submissive. This behavior, so to speak, was really out of the ordinary for the young woman....hah, young woman...well, physically she appeared young. Time spent in that silver cage and being gawked at all day kind of made her grouchy, and God, who wouldn't have that same effect? That place was not the best sort of area. The guards were rather...rude. She didn't like them one bit. In most cases, she actually preffered being a slave to a free person...yeah, not exactly sane, but who cared? " It's not like you actually care...I'm sure.[/b]" She said softly, the fire slowly leaking it's way out of her system. " Yeah, well...I'm used to it.[/b]" Emily rolled her eyes in response to his words. Yeah, obviously her parents didn't name her slave...why slaves even named their children made no sense to her. It's not like it really mattered in the grand scheme of things. The only people to use them were family and those nice little metal signs above the cages...obvious proof that this man didn't even glance at it. Actually, she couldn't even recall the last time anyone had called her by her name...save for a kinder guard coming upon her cage one day. However, the silly attempt at him guessing her name almost made her snicker. How he even came up with Sarah for her was beyond her. What a simple name...one that really didn't belong to her. No, she was not exactly simple. Simple slaves were easy; they hated or they loved slavery, there was no grey for simple. She was not like everyone else; she was a slave. Well, it was rather interesting to let him continue on, but she knew she wasn't about to win in this matter. Still... " Maybe they should have.[/b]" She replied. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] -------------------I'm rocking;; Read the pretty description, I don't use pictures, not when I can use words. How many did you say?;; Do I have to? Credits Rolling;;This template was made by KaliAnne@ CAUTION TO THE WIND. Steal and I'll send pacman after you. The lyrics are Situations by Escape the fate. Thanks to Sarabi of Caution for the pictures!
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Post by Tristian "Mad Hatter" Sparrow on Apr 12, 2010 0:14:46 GMT -5
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on Utopia? Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Tristian felt a side of his lip twitch slightly. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, wondering how to explain why he had been a bit of a jerk towards her. It wasn't like he could help it really. It was why he was deemed the Mad Hatter. "Look, It's a really long story, and I'll explain it more later, but I can't help that...it's part of my character."
Tristian would explain everything later as they went on. "Your name must not be Sarah then...How about Amelia?" He wasn't about to be deterred, and he frowned again. "Okay, for now, I'll call you 'Doll.' Since there's no other name to use."
Tristian held his hand out. "May I see your hand? I hope you weren't hurt too badly." Worry creased his features as he leaned closer to her.
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Post by Emily Adair Swann on Apr 12, 2010 2:33:59 GMT -5
Emily Adair Swann rolled her eyes at his explantion, turning her gaze away from him. She settled her eyes on the scenery outside the window...not that it was much to look at. Just a bunch of cars streaming past, buildings, and houses. None of the wildlife she would have preffered over the overpopulated cities. Well, that's what she got for being an immortal slave; she got to both see and experiece the world's changes. Whether she liked it or not. Her mind drifted back toward the unusual Master she somehow inherited with his pocketfull of cash. He apparantly disliked being called a jerk; she didn't need to touch him or feel any of his emotions to know that. See, she'd become an empath in the first place simply because she was good at reading people, even before she learned this power. That slight twitch of his lip had not gone unnoticed in her eyes, she just didn't care. As far as she was concerned, he shouldn't have acted like one in the first place. Naturally, she had no say in the matter. She was just a slave, after all.
"Yeah, while I'm sure you have a bucket load of reasons you act like a jerk...I'm sure none of them are all that interesting. All jerks have their reasons, I'm sure. I'm not interested in your stories, sorry.
[/b]" She informed him, keeping her body turned and her eyes staring out the window. Emily snorted, hearing him continue with name guessing game. Obviously, she was not an "Amelia" while the name was not simple, she still didn't see how it suited her. That name reminded her of strength..she'd known an Amelia once. She'd been rather brave...until the guards had beaten her to death. She'd been a panther shifter, they'd been friends, for a time. None of that mattered now...that was back when she'd been in a human. She hadn't stepped foot in the slave market since becoming a vampire; well not until very recently. She'd been kept with the same Master for so many centuries, she was surprised she hadn't lost track. She forced her mind back to the present, before she could allow it to travel any further. The last thing she needed was another imagery of her past. Her body shuddered against her will at the thought. Sometimes being an immortal was not something she wished to endure. She would have much rather been with her human family, rather than watching them being murdered. Of course...that had been her punishment, since the man hadn't been able to finish his job with her, before her mother stepped in. " Not Amelia.[/b]" She muttered. The man, obviously, gave up. While she didn't like the nickname he'd placed on her, she decided it sounded much better than what most Masters came up with. Of course, 'doll' could stand for so many other things...things she didn't even want to consider. No, she finally decided, she did not want to be called that either. This man...Tristian, she remembered, was making things difficult. She momentarily wondered why he gave her his name, it wasn't like she was going to use it, even if he gave her permission to. No, years of someone forcing something into your head did not just go away. After centuries of training, she had become a very good submissive slave...she wasn't one to enjoy pain and torture, after all. Torn now, she didn't know what to tell her new Master. She didn't want to give him her name... and she didn't know why he wouldn't just settle on calling her 'slave' like most people would have. It's what she was; she barely had any problems being called it. It was far better than most of the names her creator had used...sometimes she hated having such good memory. She blamed it on the immortality. Her creator, naturally, didn't even stick around for long. Right after turning her, he'd left her on the streets to rot. Until that other Master found her and brought her home with him. " You don't give up, do you?[/b]" She growled. " Emily.[/b]" She sighed. " Emily Adair Swann...it doesn't matter...I don't see why you just don't call me slave...everyone else did.[/b]" Emily turned her head, narrowing her eyes at the offered hand. The man's request was...odd. She had no idea why he wanted her hand, and she couldn't think of any reasons as to how it could be used as a punishment. His next words provided a hint that he may be checking for any damage. Without much hesitation, she let her hand fall into his. The moment her skin touched his, she felt the worry beneath, surprising her. Naturally, she had no idea why the man, her new Master, would be worried. Unless he was worried about his product being damaged before he got home, worried that he purchased damaged goods. Being a vampire, she healed much faster than a human, but a red mark lined her wrist where the silver handcuffs had been placed. She didn't feel it, of course, and she barely even knew of it's existance. This man was surly odd, never having a Master quite like him made the whole situation one she'd never experienced. She wasn't sure if she was too comfortable with that idea. She liked to stay within the protective shell of the world she knew, without anything new. Not that she could. " Why are you worried?[/b]" She asked. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] -------------------I'm rocking;; Read the pretty description, I don't use pictures, not when I can use words. How many did you say?;; 920 Credits Rolling;;This template was made by KaliAnne@ CAUTION TO THE WIND. Steal and I'll send pacman after you. The lyrics are Situations by Escape the fate. Thanks to Sarabi of Caution for the pictures!
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