After the FLESH [Auction]

[razorblade]

the colour of her eyes were the colour of insanity

crushed beneath her wave;;like a ship i could not reach her shores

Razor nodded when Kayen suggested they speak there, as Kayen now held no office. Lowering his voice so just Kayen could hear him, and not the rest of the crowd. "I heard of the theft, and understand why you want this particular female, but you must realize I have a business to run as much as you once did, and using me to go over Incardnay will not help your situation anymore. I will not have my business become a circus over one female neko. They are beautiful, and this has a payment due to you, and that payment will be paid. Now, I suggest a business offer in a sense, we have one more female neko that has not been shown yet. I ask you sit with me until this second neko is shown, you can then take this one here for an agreeable price, or walk away with the other one, for the betting is."

Edward turned as her heard what Asad had said, it would go over well. Knowing that 'Card was fuming, and was not overly happy about being bossed around, but not everyone can be entirely happy. Talking to 'Card through the mind-link Razor invoked many years ago, he spoke "Drain this one more, and show the crowd what we think of slaves misbehaving, and bring out the fiery neko, she will need to drained more than the others, I don't need her killing someone.

Looking back to Kayen, Razor started back towards his padded seat, taking more energy from the crowd, feeling Incardnay's anger. Knowing Incardnay, he is going to drain some slave that could have fetched a good price. Razor kept his face calm and empty as a plan come into mind, he needed the support of the Seven Sins for the next part...

we're all just dancers on the devil's dance floor

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[kristopher]

How can I brace myself for razor blades on whips

When everything with meaning is shattered, broken, screaming
And I'm lost inside this darkness and I fear I won't survive

Kris had heard what the other slave had said. That was one thing that you wouldn't want to say. Kris was stuck keeping his mouth shut. He was emotionless, because of the psychic vampire. They had sated all of the slaves. The one thing that he hated about being a slave, when they hold auctions, they sated them all.

Whether you were violent or not. They had also taken his knife away. They didn't want him doing anything rash, but its not like he could. He had saw a little bit of trouble, towards the back. It wasn't normal for a auction. But what had happened. No one knows, well at least he didn't he had been stuck in a cage for the past few days.

He knew not to act out, especially in front of many creatures that were at least twice as strong as him. Although he knew tai kwon do, he wasn't as strong as them. He looked at the crown below. Many people, different colors and species. They had called almost anyone that they could here. And he was being sold as just a human, nothing else mattered, but that was lying. He could be very strong, compared to the rest of his kind. But that didn't matter.

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Kayen listened to Edward and then he nodded his head slowly. He followed Edward and sat down with him, making sure he grabbed Renee by the arm and pulled her with them. He was not going to let her get away at all. Kayen pulled a seat next to Edward and sat down, crossing his ankles to get comfortable and then he spoke just loud enough for him to hear. "Very well... I shall see what you want me to but I doubt anything could be more appealing than this little kleptomaniac..."

Kayen chuckled slightly and looked at Renee with a sneer, purposely baring his fangs towards her to scare her. He glanced around the room slowly as he waited for whatever or whoever it was Edward wanted him to see. He lifted his hand as a waitress passed with a tray of drinks and helped himself to a glass of blood wine, taking a sip from it as he waited.

[sheismypain]

there is no reconciliations that will put me inmy place

And there is no time like the present to drink thse draining seconds

Nina made an entrance. While she was slightly sedated, 'Card hadn't really
gotten to her, so here she was with a fist full of rage and she was swining. Dragged in wearing nothing but a filthy black tank top that was ripped in unruly places and a pair of jeans that were just holding together. Arm held tight by the man that brought her in, she whipped her other arm around and smiled when she heard a crunched and her fist connecting with something solid and fleshy.

While enjoying her victory, she become void of movement and emotion. Empty. She had heard the crowd gasp when she swung, but hadn't expected Razor to be the crowd, then he didn't step in often. Slumping on the stage, her feline ears twitched, sensing the human beside her, his destiny reeked of a blood bank, the blind neko, how she felt his pain. She could she auras as well, but better read emotions than tell you what colour they were, but he was better sighted than most.

Trailing her eyes over the crowd, she came to notice many lycans, a couple physic vamps and the blood suckers. Ah, to be a blood bank nowadays. It had to be a curse not to be turned yet, she healed quickly, which slowed the turning process, or maybe she just didn't know what it tookto be turned, not that she wanted to find out anytime soon.

Looking up to the rapist beside her, Nina watched 'Card, hating how he reeked of anger and rage, she felt a tiny bit sorry for who it was aimed at, but ignored it quickly, looking for exits, weaker spots and any means of weapons. She had her butterfly knives tucked into her ruly hair, but wasn't about to pull a knife here, you might as well toss a kitten into a pond you know has crocs in it. Turning her eyes backto the crowd, she watched for her fate. Once more around the block, going to end up here on the stage again after that.

but seldom do these words ring true when i'm constantly failing you

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[daimon]

Daimon was brilliantly late. He smiled lightly as he walked past the bouncers.
"thats sin... Don't speak to him or look at him... It will be the last angel you see.... "
The bouncer warned the other. "Your darkest hour is coming soon." Daimon smiled as he passed them looking to the fatter of the two guards.

He was light, pure and innocent looking as people who knew him avoided him. Those who didnt were pushed out of his way by those who did. He smiled moving into the place looking at the auction. The blind slave boy... what sad child. He mused to himself the suffering of others making him slightly more alive. He felt the lust in the room... The hate... The pain... It brought a smile to his lips.

He leaned against the wall, his body lean and limber and covered quite well by his crimson coat. His wing was completely concealed. He looked kind, and purer then anyone there. Most who didn't know him questioned if he was here to stop the auction... "Thats sin... He leads the 7 sins... They... They... support the Lycans... and slave business." A man whispered to a younger women who seemed to be slightly slutty.

Daimon stretched his hand out toward one of the people.
*another person who is about to die. How I feel their souls ache for the return of their creator... but so many will find hell fire, especially those here.* The thought mused through his mind. "Excuse me, sir... Are their any lovely female slaves at this auction... or men for sale that can fight..." He muttered.

[triscartwright]

Tris's mind was buzzing. She watched her surroundings intently, yet nervously. She kept her head held up and her eyes straight forewards. Her hope was that if someone saw her as strong and rebellious, she wouldn't be bought. 'After all...', she thought, 'Who wants a disobedient slave?' She was almost surprised at how easily the word came to her. 'Slave'. She wasn't a waitress anymore. She was a slave. Her freedom would be taken, her life wouldn't be hers. But she could still have her passion, her spark. That she wouldn't give up.

The room was more empty than she`d expected, but that was just fine by her. The fewer buyers there were, the better chance she`d have of being passed over. She glanced over the room of potential masters and grinned. Half these people, in her mind, didn`t look like even look as if they could break her spirit. Sure, they looked capable of injuring her, but brinnging her down? No way.

Even if one of them bought her, if she played her cards right, she owuld be sent back. And if she was returned enough, she would be done in the slavery buisness, right? Okay, maybe not. But in her mind it was worth a shot if it got her her freedom.

She resigned to sitting back and watching the slaves file out one by one in the care of someone new. Hopefully, her turn wouldn't come anytime soon. She pushed a stray strand of her dark hair off her face and continued to watch intently with her piercing blue eyes and sighed.

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OoC;; I have an ad up in wanted, I'm looking for a master who will try really hard to break Tris.

[emiko]

Layla was only curious, that being the reason she was here. Oh, and that Kyle wanted to check out the little sluts who were becoming slaves. She was holding him tight against her chest, as usual, his button eyes peering at certain people. Her own eyes held the same sadness they always did, but there was a hint of excitement behind that as she entered the club. The people around her would have noticed a slight feel of depression kicking in, but she wasn't looking to cause pain here. She just wanted to see who was up for sale today. If she were to buy a slave, it would be male. Kyle would want a female, but she knew it was her choice. "Looks like they were having a few problems with the Neko," Kyle said, a forced sadness in his voice.

Anyone who could see auras would see the black swirling around the rabbit Despair carried. They might not have known why, and maybe it was strange to see a stuffed animal with an aura, but it was there. Her hair was up the same way she usually kept it, two pony tails up at the top of her head. She was wearing black pants and a low cut black shirt that didn't cover her stomach fully. The young girl caught sight of Daimon, the man who took her as one of the sins. Kyle hated the man, but Layla knew she was better off working for him. She walked towards him now, not afraid of him like some were. Her wing was folded behind her back, though not hidden from the people around her.

"Get away from him. He's worthless. He thinks he's better than anyone he comes across," Kyle growled. He continued to rant to her as she stood beside Daimon. Her eyes fell on the slaves that were currently up for sale. Kyle noticed her interest toward the human before them. "Want one, love?" he asked her. "I want a boy," she said. Daimon might have thought she was speaking to him, but she was in fact speaking to her bunny. Perhaps the man beside her knew that. She didn't know. Her hand lifted away from Kyle, but the left arm stayed around him. She pointed to the nameless human on stage, knowing they would see her. "I want him," she said quietly to Incardnay. Kyle was silent as he stared at the human.

[kara]

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me

Cass couldn't cry here, not now. Even though that was what she desperately wanted to do.

This auction, this crowd. The pressure, the ownership. The whole thing. This was exactly what she was trying to make dissappear, and now she was stuck in the middle of it all. She almost wished that she had been the one the physic vampires had chosen to feed off of. Of course she had been sated; but not quite enough. Anything was better than this extreme despair.

All the anger was gone now. First the cages, then the strong men behind her, holding her in place. It was a nightmare you couldn't escape. She knew she wasn't about to wake up and say, "It's was all a dream!" This was reality.

Reality...she still couldn't believe this. The slavery had gotten worse and worse. Everyone was equal. Yes, everyone might have different strengths and weaknesses...

Who was she kidding? Everyone wasn't equal. It had been that way for a while.

Her silver eyes stung with the promise of tears now. All these people looked like they could tear her to shreds, even the most kind-looking ones. But she wouldn't fail all the other slaves. Even if she was one herself...she wouldn't give up just yet. This thought wasn't very comforting at the moment, though. Not in this situation. But it was something to hold onto. It was hope.

Looking around, she finally pressed the image of Cyanide into her memory. If she ever got out of this, this place would be the first to go down. She swore it. Somehow, she'd stop this madness. But that thought wasn't very comforting either, or even the slightest convincing as she noted the physic vampire/vampire carefully. He seemed ruthless and uncaring. He was announcing the slaves that were up on the stage now, like items on a shopping channel.

Too soon, she would be up there as well.

I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out

[daimon]

Daimon smiled.
He nodded at the girl whom he thought was speaking to her.
"Excuse me miss. " He bowed his head.
"How about that white angel slave?" He could feel her precense... Daimon was renowned among the angels... He was the fallen angel that had created all sin... Worse then lucifer himself.

Daimon stretched his arm out in front of his chest, his body loose and limber.
He smiled. "A angel.... I sense.... How lovely... How I enjoy breaking angels..." he mused sweetly. He looked toward another slave, a innocent girl... Or so she looked innocent.
Daimons hair fell in front of his eyes casting a horrific shadow... His eyes turning crimson.
"How I long... for another soul to break... another soul to condem... another soul to reap." he smiled.

Slowly he walked toward the slave, pushing past security.
"Card... Sir, Im sure you have heard of me, I am daimon... May I make a inside deal with you... I would prefer either the white angel or the innocent slave girl... You dont need to auction them... I will pay 2,000 for either of them.. the one you recomend." he smiled his hair shadowing his eyes now.

"Im sure you know the Sins truly help the lycans... and Im sure your business appreciates ours." He smiled. "You are of course interested in keeping your business partner happy arent you?" His voice was soft and gentle yet held a eerie calmness in it. The lycans normally paid the Sins 10% for their work... And bloody service. "Lets cut a inside deal... either slave is fine with me... I wonder... which would be more fun to break." he mused.

Daimon had a deadily look about him, his eyes crimson now instead of blue.
It was a look that craved blood. He wanted blood.
"Card, will you accept my proposal."
He was willing to go to 3000... Though he really wanted to avoid doing so.
He considered that card would more then likely cut him this deal considering what
The sins had done for the slave industry.

[alaya]

Alaya stood with her head up. This was the forth auction she had been to in the past year, a new record if she said so herself. Not like anyone liked to handle her but is was also humorous. She bet that those overseeing the auction were tiered of her by now. She looked around and watched the other be sold to new masters. Some had no idea what was about to happen to them while others were trying to take it. She noticed that that person standing next to her was a human around twenty or so. Her name was Tris if she was correct. Not like it mattered but it seemed like she wasn't used to this type of thing.

She really shouldn't even bother talking with the other slaves, even if they were bought by the same person, she wouldn't last for very long. She yawned and fixed her hair even though the her hands were bound. She might as well look alright for the auction.

Alaya looked back at the girl next to her. "Don't worry too much about the auction. Really it all depends on the master and then it all comes down to the people you are with" She whispered. It wasn't much but it was always good to say something. She sometimes someone helped her through her first auction, yet after the third and even the tenth it didn't matter. She started to wonder if she would be sold or when her turn would be. She was bored out of her mind waiting.

[aerithderren]

Aerith hummed to herself as she stood among the slaves. Nobody held her, she was unchained and nobody kept a watchful eye on her. They knew that slavery was what her life had come to, and that she wouldn't run away from that. She loped gracefully through the people all huddled together. She stopped for a moment to tighten the pink ribbon holding her hair into a ponytail. She then readjusted the yellow flower that sat atop her ear. With a smile she resumed her humming.

Her old master had died, and now she was to be sold. In all honesty, she would miss the man. He was kind, and he had favoured her. But she had to move on. She had gone to the slavers herself, and told them that she needed a new master. She had regretted it momentarily, but realized she just would have been taken captive anyways. And her actions had gained her a freedom. She wasn't watched with the same wariness as some of the others.

They had put a collar on her, marking her as an item up for bid, so that she wouldn't be mistaken as a customer. She watched the slaves being sold off, and master's purchasing the others. It was only a matter of time before she was sold.

[xoCharm]

OOC;; No more slaves may enter for this week.

He'd been ordered to "show the crowd what we do with disobedient slaves", but in all honesty Incardnay was too irritated with his boss to listen to a forsaken word, or thought for that matter, was said.

"Two-thousand you say for either? Well hell, make it three-thousand and you can take both the useless bitches home." It was obvious his annoyance with that scum of a vampire was nipping at him, and these stage lights didn't help. Nor did the energy the slaves projected: terror and uncertainty. He wanted off the stage and was damn near willing to throw all of them to the crowd just so he could relax. Sadly though, his greed for money remained predominant.

"Him huh?" 'Cards gaze traveled over towards the human situated near Taylor, awaiting patiently. Kneeling down so he was eye level with the young girl, he cast her a devilish grin, "Hmm, how 'bout two-hundred and fifty then?"

Three more slaves waited off to the side. "Jesus christ." he mumbled irritably. The way things were shaping out he'd have to toss them back into their cages until the next auction. Which wasn't too bad really considering they were free food until then.
Asad shifted slightly beside him, the one that had hissed. Glancing over towards the neko, an eyebrow quirked while a slight smirk tugged at his lips. "Looks like no one's gonna buy you, kid. Hope you're ready for what I got for ya'." he whispered towards him. Aye, if indeed no takers staked a claim on him, the neko boy was all his.

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He entered the vampire infested area after hear a loud racket. What exactly was going on yet another slave auction. No matter how the names differ it was still all the same. After all these years, the one thing that hasn't changed is slavery. Whether it was for war, blackmail, or the big one sex. It has remained alive and strong, the only thing that was different was Lycans aren't the slaves for those god forsaken vampires. This could be why he was so kind to his slaves, he was one himself.

Well since he was here, he'd might as well liberate one or two from this rather...Can't say disgusting. Because of how nice this place was. More in the lines of ridiculous. A few people stared at him when he entered, instead of his usual growl or roar, he silently walks pass them. It wasn't a time to be starting a fight. He wanted to save and in a course of saving there shouldn't be blood shed. At least not alot.

He looks to the stage, very attractive young women were up there. He wanted to help them all, but he didn't have enough maybe only enough for two. If anything the white angel and the guy over there(kris). They both will have their uses.
I want the angel and the guy over there."

[xoCharm]

Alright well this is obvious we're getting tired of it lol. So far I have down

Kris to Layla
Cassia and Tris to Daimon

Nina open
Alaya open
Aerith open

I know Hiro wants Kris too, so whoever pays highest gets him. Just list the prices, don't bother roleplaying it out anymore, need to get this thread/event out of the way.

[emiko]

Go ahead and give Kris to Hiro ^.^