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Post by lazarus on Apr 12, 2009 11:48:53 GMT -5
Lazarus stretched as far as he could, easing out the strain on his muscles. He had been sitting in the same place for well over three hours now and his body was protesting badly. Letting out a slight hiss as the pins and needles shot up his arms and legs after the first movement for ages Laz kept stretching untill the chains bounding his handcuffs to his feet wouldn't let him any more. He was locked in a room with other slaves,the door guarded and bolted and yet they still felt the need to chain him to the point of incapacitation, just fucking brilliant.
There was a dim light coming into the room so he could see all the other slaves around him, each with a mixture of fear and anger visible in their facial features. He wasn't surprised at this, it wasn't as if being a slave was a great occupation, definitely not one of the most sought after jobs. Although he had heard of those that had been deliberately sold off into the trade, getting their kicks from the lifestyle. Not something he himself could understand but meh who could judge. Trying to move so he could crack the annoying kink in his back Lazarus moved back into his old position of knees bent up against his chest and hands resting just behind his back, the most comfortable he could be in this situation. He then looked around the room properly, taking in all the other faces. Nearly all of them where highly attractive, no doubting what they where being sold for. Then their where the strong ones, the fighters and bodyguards and then the weaker looking specimens such as himself, no doubt the bleeders of the group.
He had been in this room lots over the past few years and it didn't really bother him all that much anymore. Sure he was scared, wondering what his next master or mistress was going to be like. Brutal, or kind? Pfft as if. he had never once met a kind master, who would buy another being to be nice to it? The kind of person that would be able to trade money for a persons well-being, they where also the most sadistic ones. You can often tell how badly fucked up your going to get by the amount paid for you. If they don't offer much, there not all too bothered with you or have other slaves to balance the torture between. On the other hand if they are willing to pay top dollar that you can be sure they want every penny bled back out of the 'investment'.
His dark eyes landed on those of one of the female slaves, no doubt a human. She was terrified and he could tell, seeing her shivering slightly in the dim light. He smiled at her weakly, not surprised when she didn't crack one back. She had obviously been in the slave trade through at least one master, only that could bring such terror. You only had to look around at to see the newcomers, the ones that have yet to have their spirit knocked out of them. They had a anger that was visible, a belief still that they could get out of this mess, kill anyone that tried to cause them physical harm. Which they could try, but it wouldn't get them very far, just a lot of severe punishment until they wised up and shook in the dark in worry of who their next master would be. Lazarus wished he could say he had once been like that, but he could never remember being particularly defiant, but to his defence he had been born into the lifestyle. He has always known not to cause a stir, but he was beginning to think of ways now.
Closing his eyes Lazarus concentrated on his arm, twisting his face from the effort. He had been practising all he could in in any time he got alone, trying to change without the aid of the moon. So far he had been unsuccessful, but the slight tingles of hair growing slowly out of the arm he was focusing on encouraged him not give up. He was getting there slowly but surely, and if he managed a change he could run away, his ticket out of the chains and pain. With a sigh he gave up for the day, breathing deeply for a moment as if he had just ran a marathon, after all it did take a lot out of him. But he considered trying again, for something to do as he was so bored, almost wishing that they would be carted off to be sold, at least that meant he would get out of this dam room. Who knew how long they would be stuck like this and he wasn't prepared to sit in silence, he completely hated awkward silences. "Hey. My names Laz, hows things?" he asked the person nearest to him, aware that his voice was a shock in the eerie silence. It wasn't the best way to start a conversation, or the best place to start one but he had to do something before he went insane. |
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Post by sheismypain on Apr 18, 2009 12:54:00 GMT -5
avalanche is sullen and too thin she staves herself to ride herself of sin
and the kick is so devine when she sees bones beneath her skin Nina turned to look to the guy beside her, he lacked the reek of fear, and aura was clean of more serious injuries and fear. He was not new to this gig, but nether was she. She has gone around the ring a couple times, she has seen the bad with the hell. But it seemed that more than half the room was filled with newcomers, or people on their second round. She could smell the fear and everywhere she looked she could see auras with streaks of anger and fear. It was the same old story, same old lie. They always get told before the final sale is that this will be the last house, last time they will be locked up in this room, always lying. No one seemed to tell the truth anymore.
Twisting her shoulders this way and that, Nina was almost grateful for the slightly rubbery bones. Shifting her arms a little bit more, she was hoping that she would at least get her arms in front of her, be a little more comfortable, but so far all she has gotten was more discomfort and some nasty looks for accidentally knocking into people. As if she could see behind her. Tucking her legs under her, she looked around, her eyes had long ago adjusted to the lack of light, just many bodies. The beautiful, the strong, the breeders and the blood banks.
Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, Nina had the biggest desire for a bath in the longest time, a bath and some decent food. Flopping onto her side, she could feel the pain vibrate through her body, as only a concrete floor could do. But seemingly, the two broken bones from her last master wasn't going to heal any faster than a regular Joe, she needed some decent food and some sleep, but here, that wasn't going to happen.
Hearing a voice from beside her, Nina looked up to the man, his aura was clean. Quite clearly he wasn't going insane, perhaps that is why people signed up for this, insanity. Herself? Born into like her mother, too bad her mother got pregnant, and the master wasn't going to have his wife find out about the crazy slave sex he was having. Typical male.
Turning her attention back to the man beside her, Nina let her eyes wander over him, as not to check him out, but to see what he was, what he might be capable of, and just for a change in sight. "Nina, and things are going as well as being in this system can get." Shifting her way back up to sitting with much difficultly, she offered him a warm smile, as best as someone could do.
It was clear she wasn't able to fight him, not while his aura was shifting from human-ish to a wolf. How she hated lycans. Filthy dogs, but perhaps he might be able to help her... "What crashed you back here? I'm pretty sure this isn't your first pass around the block." She watched his face, trying to ignore the pressing feelings of fear, anger and pain. 'Probably ate the master' She grimly thought.and she says:
hey baby can ou bleed like me?
c'mon baby can you bleed like me - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Bleed Like Me - Garbage Should be doing: Homework... Notes: None |
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Post by lazarus on Apr 28, 2009 17:08:45 GMT -5
Turning so he had a better look at the woman beside him Lazarus looked down at her curiously, why she had lay on the floor he had no idea. Surely she couldn't be trying to sleep, he himself found it impossible in the cramped and awkward conditions. The woman still had an awe of defiance about her and he couldn't figure out if it was because this was her first time in the auction or if she was just tough. As she replied to his question however it became obvious, she was a tough nut all right. But he was glad, thankful that there was somebody with enough spirit to actually hold a conversation with. As she moved to get up with some difficulty Lazarus shifted to try and help her up before reconsidering, realising both that he was little help bound up and it would probably end badly. Situations like this really wound people up, making the smallest things appear way out of proportion. So as innocent as his gesture might be it could be taken as an advance or even an attack. But maybe he just thought far too much about these things.
As she cracked a warm smile, the slight strain in it reasonable under the circumstances he smiled back. It was nice to see some form of happiness for once, however forced it was and it made him feel better, even for a second. "Good" he stated finally, realising how awkward conversation was going to be for the first time. They were stuck waiting for whatever hell in a dark and gloomily silent room full of depressed slaves and here he was trying to make small talk. "Er.. I mean glad your feeling fine. This waiting is driving me insane, typical we get no comforts even when waiting for the next master or mistress huh?"
Lazarus groaned inwardly at his conversation skills, mind running through things to say. All the things he could think of where to make light of the situation or try to derive some humour, but he had no idea if that would cause any offence to her. He had no idea about her past, what she had been through throughout the years. So he decided to keep to safe topics, pleased she continued the conversation. He could sense a slight bitterness in her tone of voice but ignored it instead smirking slightly at her phrasing, looking down at his knees as he played with the cuffs around his wrists. How had he managed to end up in this place this time? He couldn't say it was very interesting, not like he had been caught escaping or anything. He felt bored himself as he answered, "nothing really. Was just replaced by a newer and less damaged model. How about you?" looking back at her he smiled softly, running through possible reasons himself.
She was a neko from what he could figure out, his lycan senses judging her sent from others that he had met. Her body type and appearance allso suggested Neko and so he guessed she was mainly bought for sexual reasons, as she was no doubt attractive. So maybe she had been sold because her master or mistress got a newer model too, or maybe it was because of that defiant streak he could sense. Whatever reason he was intrigued.
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Post by sheismypain on Apr 28, 2009 21:18:18 GMT -5
if you want to get out alive;;run for your life this is my last time she said;;as she faded away Nina stiffled a laugh at his attempts for small talk. Sure they got comforts, free bedding, free housing, all for the cost of insanity and discomfort. Hell, she might even go around another time just so she doesn't have to worry about being beaten any more. It was slight comforting he was willing to continue what he started, most just give up after the first couple of attempts, and those rock themselves to sleep mutterings. She had to get out of here..
Looking over to him, she decided to continue on with the failure of small talk. "[color-red]We get plenty of stuff here, just smell it! Now women pay up the ass for toilet water, and here we are, swimming in it.[/color]" Nina thought about giving his shoulder a nudge, as she would with a friend, but started to second guess everything, instead going for a wink, grateful for something other than the silence and crying. " As for the sanity, it's a small price to pay." This was low as low got, she was making small talk with a lycan, go figure. Shifting around a bit better to see him even more, she had to admit he was good looking, even if he did smell of wet dog. Herself probably didn't smell much better, how can anyone? That bath with scented bubbles and bath salts to clean out every pore of her body, now that would be heaven. Twitching her one cat ear, it became clear which inhuman species she was. Ah, the reasoning behind getting herself back here.. Now did she tell him about killing off the other slaves in the household, or because she refused to put out, as often is the case. Better, newer, un-damages, broken model, that was what all masters wanted. Herself, she would act passive around her master, but hardly kept that act around around everyone else. So she went with the one not many people guessed. " I was a dancer at Cynide, until Incardney saw me dance, and figured I was worth a thrill. Next thing I know I'm in an auction. But seems once the masters find out what I used to do, and want to do, I end up here. I'm thinking this is close to round three, or four.' She was spilling her story out to a guy she bearly knew, se didn't even know his full name, as Laz could not be it. ' Fuck sakes, I need that self-control back..' Chewing her bottom lip gently, she wondered if she had said too much, as she clearly had, or just filled in the blanks as he wanted her to. Never trust a dog.. [/font][/size] it's hard to imagine;;but one day you'll end up like me - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Get Out Alive - Three Days Grace Should be doing: Nadda Notes: None |
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Post by lazarus on Apr 29, 2009 17:05:04 GMT -5
Lazarus gave a lopsided grin at her comment, letting out a slight laugh. That was true enough but hardly something he considered a comfort. "Ahh you see I must be just thinking in the negatives, forgetting about the perks of this place. For instance the wonders this posture is doing to my back, no need for a masseuse or chiropractor. Like our own personal spa" he said jokingly rolling his shoulders the best the chains would allow the emphasise his point. The lopsided grin remained on his features until he turned away, looking back down at his knees as it fell slightly, finding it hard despite trying to find much to grin about in the situation. The smile grew again at her next words "Sanity, cant say I even know what that is any more.Lost that a long time ago...If I even had it" he added as an afterthought, after all he had been enslaved his entire life, who knew what emotional trauma that had caused. "Besides" he shrugged jokingly "Sanity is overrated, far more fun having a few cogs loose in the head".
Lazarus could feel the stares and looks from the people huddled around, the shock that they were able to hold such a casual conversation almost an insult to the other slaves. He supposed it made them appear to not care about their fate, or even be scared and so outcasts from the group. But truth be told he was scared at what his potential master or mistress would be like, but god he preferred it to sitting here in this warehouse. In the dark and cramped conditions, dirt clinging to him as his muscles cramped from not being able to move. He would prefer being in the ownership of a master, at least then he was allowed some movement.
When he was shipped off for auction for what seemed like the hundredth time he remembered the dread and anger that filled him with, hating the whole system with every core of his soul. But he had been replaced by a newer model, something he was oddly offended by. Resting his head on his knees he looked at her curiously as she told her short tale, taking in her expressions as she spoke. A dancer, he could believe that as she definitely had the figure for it, and the grace as he was certain that she was a Neko. But it being round three or four, now that surprised him. She had been through quite a few masters and yet still remained fiery and strong willed, that was a rarity amongst slaves. He was impressed to say the least, all the more intrigued too, wondering if she had an easy ride with less brutal masters or if she just had a spirit to large to break, or at least not without a lot of effort.
It was a touchy subject though, how abusive masters where and so he didn't go near asking. It was the same with asking other slaves about their lives before being enslaved, just unnecessary trauma and upset. "I see" Lazarus said softly, speaking his thoughts more than anything "Bet its strange being on the stage for such a different reason then... Cant say I even know what the club is like when the slave auction isn't on" staring at his knees he was silent for a moment, thinking about life without the chains before turning back to her "If I were to take a guess I would say this is round seven for me, maybe eight.... The whole thing gets rather old after a while, everythings the same" he attempted a joke to make light of everything but the bitterness in his voice was clear. |
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Post by sheismypain on May 1, 2009 15:37:43 GMT -5
another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd and as you step back in the line a mob jumps to their feet Nina smile when Laz laughed. It was a joyful sound, something that hardly, if ever, reached this room, or the souls of the people in that room. Thankfully there was no guards or their chat would have been done long ago. But the looks of others suggested that they were breaking some unwritten rule. Rules are meant to be broken.
Nodding as Laz spoke, Nina understood his pain. Although it was never spoken, she could tell he was born into slavery as she was. It never nade life easy, knowing that you will never see the world beyond what your master allows, but atleast she didn't have to face the pain of loosing everything she once owned. "The club isn't pretty, I'd have to say I prefer the auctions than when I was dancing. Less groping, less horny men and a hell of a lot more clothes."
Listening to explain how many times he had been in the ring, it honestly shocked her. She thought no slave would make it past four maybe five times, but eight or nine? It was insane he was in one piece still. Sucking in a deep breath, she could taste his bitterness, let alone see it in his aura and hear in his voice. "The voices and names change, but the story is always the same." Dropping her gaze to her knees, a tear slide down her cheek, trying hard to keep her voice level. "I used to want to be a guy. All you had to worry about is hard labour, until I saw one get beaten to death. Just because he didn't put out enough." Nine hung her head far, her chin resting on her breast plate. It was in shame for breaking down in front of this stranger and also because that man she saw beaten was the closest thing to a friend. She hated life, but she fought hard to allow herself to keep something alive. If it was her last inch of her, so be it.
now dance, fucker, dance, man, he never had a chance - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: You're Gonna Go far, Kid - Offspring Should be doing: Nada Notes: Nada |
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