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Post by sheismypain on May 7, 2009 20:20:34 GMT -5
it's just a jump to the left;;and then a step to the right with your hands on your hips;;you bring you knees in tight It was hell all over again. Well 'Card did allow her to dance, even if it was for one more night. She hadn't sold from the night before, seemed no one wanted the girl that got one good punch in before getting sucked dry. Sliding up to the pool, the fiery Neko skimmed her finger over the cold metal bar, her eyes watching the crowd.
Wearing almost nothing, as it seemed all dancers did, but the black, ripped fishnets; black, leather mini skirt, and of course the black corset with the red insert along the side. The corset was in tube-top fashion and only shoved her ample chest farther out, making her look like a bigger whore. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders while her ears were pinned back against her head in anger. The crowd was full of people, but of course, that was every other night she was on the stage being an item. It had to be the place, over filling with vamps and other inhuman monsters.
Upon hearing the drone of the regular music, Nina raised her pale arms over her head and became to wiggle her ass in the men's face, while swaying her hips and body to the music. Allowing it to run her, Nina made her way back to the cold metal pole and swung around it. The routine was engraved into her mind, while the songs were all the same. It was the same in every club. Locking her legs around the pole, she let go with her hands and freely swung around, ignoring the feelings of sex and lust. That was all men wanted, sex. There was no suck thing as love anymore, only lust. Lust of a body, not a mind.
As the song changed to more a ercotic beat, the pounding of the beat, the sexy female voice. The club needed more of this, if she wanted money atleast, and she intended to use the music to the best she could. Done sliding and swinging around the pole, Nina crawled her way to a man at the end of the runway. Throwing her back, exposing her neck and swinging her hair, Nina allowed the music to run her, eat away her anger and pain.
Running her hands down the man's body, shoulders to lap, pulling away just as her fingertips grazed his member. Giving a seductive smile, she moved to the next man, dancing around him, her hips always within touching distance, always pulling away just before he would touch her. Watching the others dance in the crowd, Nina didn't dare stop, she could feel bills being pushed into her skirt and cleavage. She knew the money would go to 'Card, but maybe she could avoid the sex with him. He always did creep her out.
Feeding on the sexual desires she could read in everyone's aura, Nina decided to play it close to the gun that night. Jumping down from the runway, Nina danced her way through the crowd, skirting tables and people, but came to dance on the lap of a handsome, if not ancient, vampire. She ran her hands up his legs, while she whispered sweet-nothings in his ear. Spinning around, Nina continued her lap dance, feeling bills being shoved down the back of her skirt. She kept dancing.
but it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Time Warp - Rocky Horror Pictureshow Should be doing: Nothing Notes: None |
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Post by akemi on May 7, 2009 21:30:55 GMT -5
Jeremy entered Cyanide with several gorgeous women at his heels. Illusions, to be sure, but no one else would know that. The women were there for one thing, to dance and show off. they began imediately as he instructed, teasing the boys and showing off their near naked bodies. They were wearing only bikinis but that barely covered anything itself. Eight women here, four on the right, four on the left. Each wearing different colors and designs. Jeremy knew how to dress his women. As a model, he knew how to make people look good. One of the women looked like his favorite and she had dark skin and hair and wore a brown bikini. She stayed close to Jeremy, a shy look on her face. Another one looked more like a whore than anything. These girls had diferent personalities to appeal to different men. Jeremy couldn't find a better looking woman in the club.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Moulin Rouge!" he said loudly as if he owned the place or something. Typical Jeremy, always one to make a scene. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a plain black shirt underneath. Usually his shirts had words on them, but he had chosen this one to wear for the club. He was also wearing skinny jeans and a belt buckle with a star on it. He didn't dress to impress today, instead he wanted the attention to be on his girls. Of course, he was still demanding attention. Jeremy couldn't seem to go very long without getting one look or compliment. People were glancing at him and he talked to a few of them, watching his illusions dance away from grabbing hands. They couldn't be touched since they were not real. They had no body and very little mind. He created their mind, but they spoke on their own. Their words were not usually his, though he could control them.
"Aren't my girls pretty, my friends?" he asked. The women giggled, one of them teasing a nearby man. Jeremy's eyes fell on the Neko girl ahead. She was dancing as well, getting money and being quite sexy for a woman. Of course, she didn't have any effect on him. He wasn't into girls, really. He could spare a bit of money on her, though. "But look at this pretty one," he said moving toward her. His girls stayed put, dancing among creatures they had never before seen. Jeremy usually always attracted the attention of women, seeing as he was a man, though he sometimes did find a few guys looking his way as well. Jeremy was always saying he could turn a straight guy gay if he really worked at it, and as far as anyone else knew, he could.
The music moved through him and he resisted the urge to start dancing. "Oh, how interesting. You can touch her," he said, fake amazement in his voice as he reached out as if to run his hand over her back but pulling away before they touched. To a lot of girls, the teasing would have been torment. Jeremy was in no way trying to seduce the woman, but rather to put the attention on her and away from his girls. If this little Neko demanded attention like he did, he would be in awe. There was no explination for Jeremy's actions. Not many people really understood the young man. He aws very girly in the way he moved around here. Quick and graceful, almost scary. His girls slowly began to back away and out of the club, only to vanish outside. He had made his enterance, now he wanted to meet new people.
"What's your name?" he asked the woman. She was older than him, it seemed, though he wasn't sure if she was really older than him. Jeremy had been living a long time, after all. His blue eyes were bright and excited, wanting to talk and dance and have fun. He saw money sticking out of random places on the girl as she danced on people. He stuffed some in her clothing, careful not to touch any places he didn't want his fingers on. Seeing what she was doing he figured she was a whore. Maybe not, but that's what it looked like to him. He didn't want to know where her body had been and who it had been on.
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Post by sheismypain on May 12, 2009 18:47:16 GMT -5
this endless mercy mile;;we're crawling side by side with hell freezing over in our eyes Nina had seen the girls come in, their scent wrong, but the men seemed to enjoy their company. Nina ignored it to the te best of her ability, dancing with the cold metal pole again. She could feel the attention being drawn away from her, but knew that shortly it would be back. It always came back, people needed something they can touch, something they can fuck. Nina was that.
Feeling the guy's hand hover just above her back, Nina held her breath, almost scared. She loved to be pet, it was the cat thing, but she didn 't want to be touched at this moment. She was making money, and she was loosing herself, even in a large crowd of men were shoving money into strange places in her lack of an outfit.
Hearing the man call the attention back to her, Nina tried to ignore his attention, much rather have nothing to do with him. Feeling the money being shoved into the back of her corset, Nina slowly turned to face the man. Almost tempted by nature to rub against him. A small tiger lily tattooed into her left shoulder, just below her collar bone marked her as a slave. She dared not try to remove the tattoo, scared to bleed out, even if she could heal faster than others.
Still tempted to run her hands over his body or rub against him, Nina lazily winked at him before answering his question. "Antonina Cruiz, but call me Nina babe." Offering him a shy smile, Nina went back to her dancing, but stopped shortly afterwards, feeling a need for a drink.
Pulling the money out of her dancer dress, Nina hopped off the runway, walking straight to the bar, ignoring the slaps to her ass and demanding of lapdances. She would get to them when she got to them, until then, a drink. Slapping money on the table, Nina offered the man a smile and he gave her a warm beer. She had expected as much. Slaves didn't get much, but she could atleast get something to drink.
gods kneel before our crimes - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Wings of a Butterfly - HIM Should be doing: Nothing Notes: Sorry for taking so long, homework is a slow killer. |
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Post by akemi on May 12, 2009 19:10:34 GMT -5
Jeremy had no temptation to be with a woman such as her. Women didn't appeal to him and that was almost obvious. He figured she was having problems keeping from giving him attention, but his mind was elsewhere. He conversed with others, loving to be the center of attention. The little pole dancer had the same need but for different reasons. Her body was for sale, it seemed. How bothersome. Much like his dear friend Deliah. He could never get used to what she did. He despised her job. If Nina was only a stripper he wouldn't mind what she did. Showing off was something he loved to do. It was a wonder he wasn't up on the stage dancing on the pole himself. A whore, though, was something he wasn't going to accept. He almost felt bad for the little Neko. He wondered if this was all she did for money. Or did she have other side jobs as well?
"Nina, then," he said excitedly, his bright eyes moving over her, watching her move. He was amused by her dancing. It wasn't that he couldn't dance, he had lived long enough to learn plenty of things about dancing. She seemed a little graceful in her own little way. She stopped, though, and he wondered if she was done for the night. Dancing was such a work-out. It kept him slender, though he worked out as well to keep his body from getting nasty. He was glad he was a vampire and his beauty would never vanish. He had a long life of beauty ahead of him. The way he watched the little dancer was almost stalker like, but with a playful look as well. He meant no harm, of course, though he was pulling a bit of energy from the people around him, feeding from them. Clubs were so full of energy. It pleased him to no end.
He followed her now as she went to get a drink. He ordered one for himself, handing over the money and taking a sip while thinking about the lap dances the men were demanding as she came up here. "Do you like your job, Nina?" he asked, his eyes on the crowd. "They seem to enjoy you," he added. He wondered if they enjoyed her because of the dancing or because of the sex. There was really no way to know unless he asked them but he had no intention of asking such questions. It wasn't that it wasn't like him to ask such things, he just didn't really care. Straight boys like fucking girls. Jeremy liked fucking boys. Especially pretty boys.
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Post by sheismypain on May 18, 2009 17:53:03 GMT -5
if it's going to be this way, here i come to save the day! and while i'm at it throw a hand gernade Nina snickered at the man asking if she loved her her job, it was a strange question, one that she did not intend to answer. One, she hated her job, but if Incardney heard that he would put her in a whorehouse and have her get fucked every which way, or take her as his own. The nightmares of a being a slave in this town. Had to be carefully what people wanted and who they told.
Nina watched the man from the corner of her eye as she took a sip of her warm beer. His aura lacked the lust everyone else's did, while he seemed to draw the attention towards him self as much as he gave her. But that attention was faltering when it came to he. She wasn't being paid or momentary freedom for play favourites. "They enjoy my body, my mind is the only thing that keeps me in their control. Or atleast selling my body for a moment of freedom from the cages. Better here, then there."
Nina took another sip of her beer, wondering if she should crawl her way to one of the men's laps or call it night and hope that nothing will happen to her beyond having her money taken. Glancing at the bartender that was watching her incase she stole something or some other idiotic move. She wasn't stupid, yes in slavery, but not stupid enough to cause herself pain.
Glancing back to the stranger, Nina found herself wonder who he was, but buisness was starting to call her back again. The voices were getting louder and she didn't want to test her healing powers while she was getting enough food and such to live. "Well the wolves are calling for their sheep. I best be getting back, Sir." Batting an eyelash, Nina headed back towards the pole she claimed at her own and tried to ignore the hands on her. But since talking to the strange man, Nina felt a greater need to wash herself than before, to get their dirty hands off her body.
on everything good around here to stay - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: Hand Gernade - Hedley Should be doing: Nothing Notes: None |
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Post by akemi on May 19, 2009 0:18:31 GMT -5
No answer. That was fine, Jeremy didn't mind. He heard the small noise from her mouth and he smiled a bit. "If you don't like it, leave," he said, shrugging as if it wasn't a bit deal. Jeremy wondered what she would think of coming with him. He was looking for a slave anyway. Well, kinda. They had to be perfect. Looking at her he had to admit she was kinda cute. Not his type exactly, but cute nonetheless. A good dancer which was a plus in his eyes. She wouldn't have to worry about him raping her either. He wouldn't do that to her. Had she been a really hot guy, maybe. Jeremy was frowning now, thinking about what he would have for her. Perhaps she had an owner already. He looked around. "Who owns you?" he asked, still looking. Did someone just leave their slave here to make money? Such a silly thing to do with a slave.
He kept his distance from her but he wanted to stroke her arm with his fingers. There was something about touching people that made him feel a little better about being around a person. He wouldn't touch her, though, having not knowing where she was and what STDs she might have and such. Not that he could get anything by just touching her, but that wasn't the point. It also had something to do with how many people around here who had already touched her. He assumed they had all had their own little turn with her. Which was disgusting. Jeremy was never one to sleep around. It just wasn't worth it. Well, he loved sex. He just didn't like how a lot of people looked. He was looking for perfection. Perfection like Jess. Women didn't even come close in his eyes. If you didn't have a dick you weren't really perfect. He still took women sometimes, though. Just for the fun.
"You could do better than selling your body, yea?" he said as she moved to go back to what she was doing. When was she going to be done? He loved to watch her, though, so he pulled up a chair to watch. He could feel the energy around the room and he took some of it, feeding off of the people in the room.
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Post by sheismypain on May 25, 2009 21:18:31 GMT -5
don't you know about the new fashion honey? all you need are looks and a whole lotta money Nina smiled as she winded through the crowd, hearing the man ask who her master was. Snickering, she called over her shoulder softly, "The slave trade, love." Smiling as she made her way to the pole, Nina began with a big show of swirling around the pole, her ankles crossed as she held onto the bar with her lower legs and knees.
Hands and hair streaming behind her, Nina lost herself into the music, feeling more money being shoved into her outfit. She seriously wanted to rub against that man again, but she wouldn't go near him until she properly cleaned. Which would be never, shame he was kinda nice.
Hearing him say that she should quit only many Nina laugh more. Her soft, almost musical, laught lit up the area around her. More hoots and hollars surronded her. Quit? What would she do? Cut off her slave tattoo and hope she doesn't die from bleeding out? Looking over at the man, Nina stalked over, her hands hovering above his sholders. Whiping her hand around, she could hear the sighs as she gave the stranger a distant lapdance. She whispered softly, hoping only he could hear her, "To quit is to die. I don't have an option. Sir.
it's the next phase, new wave, dance craze, anways it's still rock and roll to me - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: It's Still Rock and Roll to Me - Billy Joel Should be doing: Nothing Notes: Sorry took so long to answer! |
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Post by akemi on May 25, 2009 21:53:43 GMT -5
The slave trade. She was masterless. Interesting. Such a good dancer, too. Something he could show off. What if he could take her? The option was there, right? He would have to ask at the right time. He couldn't stand what she was doing. Just like he couldn't stand how his friend Deliah worked. A whore. Doing such things was repulsive, disgusting. Sure, Jeremy liked sex. He just didn't like for people to have sex with everyone they came across. How many lovers had Jeremy had? Well that was no ones business but his own. Truthfully, he had slept with two women and two men. Four lovers. Which was a lot, in his eyes. One of those boys was Jess, though, and he had no intention of sleeping with anyone but him for a very long while. He was a great lover anyway. Of course, Jeremy would brag about such things to anyone that would listen. He didn't care if people knew he was into boys.
Watching her dance he could feel a bit of longing for her pretty body. Not much, though, only enough to keep him around. He couldn't understand what she was feeling. Jeremy would never be a slave. There was no chance. A lot of Neko's didn't know that their kind were being sold into slavery. This poor Neko was experiencing slavery, though she had no master. His eyes fell on the tattoo again. She would be a slave unless that was gone. Too bad that had to be her marking and not a collar. Not that he was going to release her or anything. It was always fun to hunt down an escaped slave, though. But for her there was no escaping. No fun in a chase. She was a marked slave and everyone would know where she belonged, really. Why hadn't she been bought in the auction? Was she faulty? He didn't know, but he wanted to find out. After all, no one wanted a faulty slave.
Now she was dancing before him and it was quite sexy he had to admit. He pushed away all his thoughts of not wanting to touch her and reached out, pulling her into his lap and whispering in her ear. "What if I give you an option?" he whispered, wondering what her answer would be. If she would come with him he would have to find someone to allow him to have her. He would buy her if that's what needed to be done. Either way, he wanted the Neko. Jeremy was a good owner, not too abusive. Well, not abusive at all. He loved how the woman danced. She was pretty, in her own little way. Perhaps not the perfection Jeremy was looking for, but pretty. If she didn't want to be with him, that was fine too. He didn't mind, either way he would be happy. He didn't need her to be happy.
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Post by sheismypain on May 26, 2009 20:46:51 GMT -5
heaven knows what a girl can do heaven knows what you've got to prove Nina was shocked to say the least about being pulled into his lap, but complied as she should. Not to say she didn't give a little meow as she was pulled down. She was sitting sidewats in his lap, her eyes large at what he was offering. A chance of freedom? No, couldn't be. Had to be slavery, but for him it might have just work..
Thinking it over quickly, Nina knew he wouldn't wait long to hear her answer, but he may not also want to find out her past history of fighting. She could play dancer for a bit longer, maybe go home with him. But a purchase must happen, must be allowed to function. A change of property for an exchange of money. Not that she was worth much.
Nina gave a short curt bob of her head, her eyes plastered back. Terrified. Slowly getting up, she walkedtowards a door, pulling and counting the money she got. Though she was glad to be out of the reeking bar, she didn't know what to expect from Jeremy, let alone who ever else was in is house. Which may be a few other slaves, she never did well with compention. Standing at the door, Nina could smell Incardney's stench, but ignored it as she waited for the stranger to come, and allowance into the office to drop off her small sum of money.
i think i'm paranoid and complicated;;i think i'm paranoid manipluate it - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Song: I Think I'm Paranoid - Garbage Should be doing: Nothing Notes: None. |
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Post by akemi on May 26, 2009 21:19:33 GMT -5
His eyes were playful as she looked at him. He knew she was thinking this over. What would her answer be, he wondered. There wasn't going to be freedom for this little kitten. No, that wasn't the plan. Jeremy supported slavery. Nina was a slave for a reason and he wasn't going to ruin that. She would be his first slave, though, if she said yes. Unlike most, he didn't want to surround himself with the slaves. He prefered female slaves to male slaves, though, seeing as he was less likely to attack a female and rape her where she stood. He had a weakness for pretty boys, even Jess would know that. But he wasn't a cheater. If Nina was a fighter, so be it. Jeremy could handle anything. He was a strange man. He was old, too. He had seen just about anything. He wasn't as old as most of the vampires out there but he did have a few years behind him.
He loved the sight of the terror in her eyes. How silly that she should feel that way. But that movement of her head? Was that a yes? He watched her get up and he stood, following her and watching her count the money she had. Was she done here? Hopefully so. As much as he loved her dancing he didn't think he could stay here much longer with all these men going after her. Women didn't deserve to be treated like whores. But, she did this to herself. Jeremy stood behind Nina but didn't follow when she walked through the door. Who was in there? He peeked in after but moved away as to not seem like he was getting any ideas. The last thing he wanted was to get in trouble here. Not that he couldn't get himself out of it. He leaned against a wall and wondered if he was supposed to go after her. He shrugged, thinking that if she wanted him in there she could ask for him to follow. If not, oh well. He could wait.
(Sorry it's so short ._.)
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Post by sheismypain on May 27, 2009 11:17:01 GMT -5
life can be so cruel, don't it astound you? so when nothing seems too certain or safe Nina as glad to be done for the night, even it meant she wouldn't be free any longer. Seems strange to think that dancer and being rubbed in every wrong way was freedom. But given her other option, sitting pretty on 'Card's lap or sitting in a cage three sizes too small made her nights dancing so much more fun, that little bit more freedom.
Nodding towards the door, Nina meking spoke. "Incardney is in there, he sells the slaves. You can buy me from him, shouldn't take long. I have to..." Nina's voice cracked. And how she hated it. She didn't want to seem broken and spiritless to her new owner. Well, maybe broken. But when it came to 'Card, a healthy dose of fear is what the doctor ordered, and she couldn't say she had to give up her money, and gather her few possecions.
Chewing on her lip, Nina watched Jeremy to see what he will do next. He could change his mind and just walk out, and leave her with Incardney, as that would also be a joy. But something told her otherwise. His aura held a small amount of lust, but it wans;t of her body, she doubted that. Rubbing a hand on her right ear, Nina froze. Almost terrifed to have the stranger walk out. She didn't even know his name!
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Post by akemi on May 27, 2009 18:59:48 GMT -5
Jeremy didn't fear Incardnay. He understood fear and he quite enjoyed it when others feared him though he knew the loved him and wanted him. That was obvious. The way they watched him..like they were going to pounce on him at any moment. Jealous would fill their eyes because he was so beautiful. Yes, this was how Jeremy thought. He could afford to think such things though, seeing as he was quite a pretty boy. He was a model. Beauty was his strength. He could make just about anything look good. Yup, the famous Jeremy. Ok, maybe not so famous. People may not know who he was unless they payed enough attention but his beauty was hard to miss. Even as a human the boy had been handsome but the change had increased it. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be without his beauty. Or to be a nasty slave who didn't have a say in what she or he did or said. Too bad for them. Of course, he didn't feel so bad.
Jeremy made his presence known to Incardnay pretty quickly. Not in an annoying fashion, but more in a business type way. He wanted this little dancer and he intended to have her. He could hear the difference in the slaves voice and he smiled a bit at it. Silly child. Was she afraid? Perhaps she had a good reason to be. jeremy had never really had anything to do with this Incardnay fellow and this would probably not be the first time he came across him. No, Jeremy had nothing against the man. Why would he? This man had never proven to be a threat to Jeremy and even if he was, why would Jeremy care? It was like rivals in the modeling business. you had to be the better man. You had to be the one who stepped up and acted like nothing phased you and that you could do better. Jeremy had learned this many years ago when he first started getting into modeling. but, you also had to back everything up. If you were going to act as though you could be better, you had better be the best.
Jeremy wasn't going to leave. That would be such a cruel thing to do to the little Neko. Fun, but cruel. Jeremy wasn't that mean. Sure, he loved to scare a person or two, specifically the pretty little angel Krystin, but he wasn't really a cruel man. So, he still had the want to make Nina his own personal slave. She would be better off with him, though he wouldn't tolerate disobedience. He wasn't afraid to get aggressive, though he was quite sure he was less abusive than other slave owners. Jeremy had a bit of confidence about him and was willing to pay for this cat. So, he made it known when he walked through and let Incardnay know he was there. "I want to buy Nina," he said simply, a smile playing in his eyes. Oh, what fun.
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Post by sheismypain on May 27, 2009 20:27:57 GMT -5
if you're looking for something life-like hit a sardine nightclub Nina watched Incardney look up and take a long look at Jeremy. A smile crept onto his lips, always glad for a sale. Nina shivered as she braced her arms behind her, eyes downcast. Incardney took in the whole scene, even the pretty boy that was there. And softly he spoke, "You wish to purchase our little dancer? We will need to discuss that further. Antonina, leave the money here. And try not to break too many noses on your way out."
Always the compliant slave, Nina dropped the small sum of money on the table and turned away, looking at Jeremy for a moment before walking out of the room, out of sight all together. Wandering down to the cages that held all the slaves, Nina walked with her head high, not willing to allow the other slaves know her fate. They always thought she was unsellable. But here she was about to be sold, and about to enter another house, enter another lie.
Gathering up her meager belongings, and slowly changed into a more normal outfit. Pulling on a black tank top that revealed a small amount of cleavage and a pair of tight fitting, dark wash jeans. Bare foot, Nina gave the clothing she wore earlier to a guard, and walked up towards the bar. Pulling her hair up into a loose bun, sticking a pair of thick chopsticks that hide the butterfly knife. Heading to Incardney's room, she heard only the word sold as she waited for Jeremy, her new owner, to take claim. Most likely a collar, to show that wasn't any slave, but his.
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Post by akemi on May 27, 2009 21:27:59 GMT -5
Jeremy watched just as closely as Incardnay did. He wasn't going to miss a thing. He simply nodded his head when the man asked about him buying the Neko. Yup, that's what he had said, wasn't it? But Jeremy wasn't going to get an attitude just yet. He couldn't ruin this before it had even began. He had a habit of being extremely blunt. It had gotten him into trouble before and he was sure it would again. He lost a lot that way but that didn't matter. Jeremy gained things just as quickly as he lost them He wasn't afraid to take a few risks as long as he ended up feeling happy in the end. So what if he didn't get Nina? At least he had tried and that alone was enough to put a smile on his face. He wondered if Jess would approve of the little Neko. Surely he would. But maybe he wouldn't. Who knew? But if Nina was having some naughty thoughts and dangerous plans, Jess would know.
He wanted to discuss things a bit more and Jeremy frowned. What was there to say? He had money to spend on the cat. He was willing to let her live in his home. He was a Physic vampire. What more could Incardnay want to say to him? But he was dismissing Nina and Jeremy narrowed his eyes. He had better not get fucked. He wasn't going to set money on the table unless he was sure he was getting Nina. He wouldn't be cheated. Jeremy could feel the energy outside the door and it got his blood pumping. He still felt the need to dance and get out in the middle of it all. Jeremy loved to be seen, obviously. Anyone who knew him would have told you the same. His slaves would be seen quite a bit as well. He wasn't buying Nina for her looks, though, more for the dancing she was able to do. She demanded attention and he loved that. She was cute, but not up to his standards. He wasn't afraid to tell her that, either.
"What is there to say?" he asked, crossing his arms behind his back and swaying a bit. Such a girly boy he was. He watched Nina leave and he turned his eyes back on Incardnay, wondering where the woman would be going for now. She would be back, surely. Didn't she want to leave with him? It was better than being here, or at least that's how he saw it. "My name's Jeremy," he said clearly, though he didn't think it really mattered what he was called. He could have been named Dick for all Incardnay knew, and who would care? Plenty of people called people Dick. What did a name matter, anyway? His name wasn't going to change the way this was going, was it? No, a name was a name. Just something used to address people instead of having to call him "you" all the time.
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Post by sheismypain on May 28, 2009 9:42:48 GMT -5
the only way out;;is to give in when the only way out is to give in Incardney pressed his fingers together, resting his elbows on the desk infront of him. Watcind Nina walk out in her typical swaying fashion, Incardney knew why anyone would want to buy her, and it was definatly not for her mind, if anything, for her body. Hence the reason Incardney had her dancing at the club, it brought it good buisness, but better buisness was on the table.
Hearing Jeremy speak, Incardney could pick up a sense of distaste from his tone. A bluntness that wanted out. Watching the man sway, a slightly femine feature, while stating his name, Incardney leaned back in his chair. "All sales are final, unless fatal damage is done to another slave. She has...a thing for beating up other slaves. A bit of an attention whore, but I'm sure that won't be a problem. Incardney watched to gauge his reaction, always watching. If the man had an issue with the fighting, then sales price would drop, she wasn't worth much anyhow.
Sastisfied with the given reaction, Incardney waved a hand, as though to dismiss any thoughts forming into words. "Five hundred. Final sale price" Leaning forward, Incardney pulled a piece of paper towards him, a simple contract. Stupid really, but it kept the buisness afloat, saving them from suing and other pointless tasks. Quickly filling it out with his scripted writing, awaiting for the one word from Jeremy. Sold.
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