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 Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 4:41 pm
((I don't know what to post o_o ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 4:45 pm
((.. Have Neil come report if he's done the job or not.. that's the best I can think of at the moment.))
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 4:48 pm
((Eh. Well, I've got to go soon anyway but what about posting in the other roleplay?))
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 4:01 pm
((I'm getting to it >.< I can change my post here if you want.. it might help.))
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 4:34 pm
((No, I will get around to posting in here. It may just take me some time to think of something))
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 10:41 pm
Unknown to Violetta, that was exactly what Brandon planned to do. He would not leave her alone until he was sure she was completely healed, and maybe even a little while after that to make sure she didn't try to run away again. He didn't think she would but women were tricky creatures. You could never tell what one was thinking or planning.
He blinked when movement caught his attention. Looking down, he smiled and picked up the cat, gently stroking her back. He missed having animals around. Good animals. His previous masters had had animals before but usually fighting dogs that would tear a slave apart should the master feel like some entertainment. He shuddered at the thought, the screams of one particular slave seeping out of his memories to the forefront of his mind. But only for a moment before he pushed them back again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 10:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 3:10 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?Violetta stayed there, wondering if he was going to follow her around now. She wasn't going to attempt to run away again if that was what he was thinking. One of the kittens crawled out of the basket and began mewing when he didn't see his mother. She smiled before picking him up. Looking over at Brandon, she saw him shudder. Her eyes looked concerned as she got up and walked over to him. His life hadn't been easy.. she knew that much but asking him about wouldn't help either. For a moment she raised her hand, wondering if she should comfort him but then again not everyone wanted that. "I'm sorry." she said softly as she let her hand brush a loose strand of his hair away from his face. Perhaps she shouldn't have done that.. she didn't know. Biting her lip, she lowered her head as she winced, a sharp pain coming back, making her head hurt as she turned and walked back over to the bed. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 3:22 pm
Brandon blinked at the sound of a kitten's cry. Lifting his gaze from the mother cat, he looked over to the tiny creature that Violetta held before looking back to the animal in his grasp. She didn't seem overly worried about the fact that her kitten was mewing for her so he wouldn't be either.
At the sound of footsteps, he looked up again. He watched as Violetta crossed the room and stood before him. She looked worried. No, not worried. Concerned. She looked concerned though he wasn't sure why. There was nothing for her to be concerned about. She was safe here and had nothing to fear. That man wouldn't be coming back so what did she have to worry about?
At her apology, he frowned in confusion before feeling her brush away some hair from his face. Then she bit her lip and started to walk back towards the bed and he was left standing there, more confused than he could ever remember being. She was nothing like any of the other masters he'd had. She was like nothing and no one he'd ever met before.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 3:34 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?Sitting down on the bed for a moment, she then sighed as the kitten began to crawl along her bed, pouncing on the wrinkled sheets as well. He was so innocent, so full of life... Looking down at her dress, she decided to change into something that wasn't so big. Glancing over at her closet, she slowly got up, hoping that the pain would go away soon enough. "Would you mind leaving for a moment?" she asked Brandon, though she didn't look over at him as she opened the door that then revealed a bunch of dresses and coats among other things. Pulling out a simple red dress that came down to her feet, she draped it over a chair before closing the closet. Letting her hair down, she then pulled it over her shoulder. This one thankfully didn't have a corset.. they took forever to take off and put on. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 3:39 pm
Brandon's eyes locked on the tiny kitten as it crawled over the bed, pouncing on the sheet where it had become wrinkled. He didn't think anything as he watched the kitten, simply staring at it. However, when his mistress spoke, he blinked and hesitated. But when he saw her cross over to the closet, he realized what she intended and nodded. Setting down the cat on the ground, he glanced over at the dress Violetta had chosen before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
He stood out in the hallway, leaning against the wall opposite her door. Even though he may have given her some privacy, that didn't mean he was going to leave. Oh no. He wasn't going to let her run away again, if she was even dumb enough to try straight away. Though he couldn't understand why she would try since her father had promised to keep that man away. He pushed the thought from his mind. She wasn't going to run away, not again.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 3:56 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?She took her time undoing her corset, there was no point in tugging at it until she couldn't breath because of it. Sighing, she loosened it enough so that she could slip out of it. Who had come up with corset anyway? Shaking her head, she pulled on the maroon colored dress that had short sleeves. Thankfully these weren't puffy. The dress draped over her smoothly. Putting the other dress away, she then walked back over to the door that Brandon had closed.
Opening it, she was surprised to find him standing right across the door and rather alert. He wasn't going to let her run for it again was he. "Come on in." she told him as she then sat down in one of the chairs. Ebony had already jumped on the bed and now was carrying her kitten back to the basket despite the fact that the kitten didn't want to go. It reminded her of what Brandon had done earlier.... For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 4:07 pm
Brandon's head had lowered so his chin rested on his collar bone, his eyes closed. He hadn't gotten much rest the one time he did fall asleep, in no small part to the nightmares, and so his exhaustion was starting to catch up with him. But when the door opened, his head snapped back up, eyes open again. It took him a moment to register what his mistress had said but, when he had, he pushed himself away from the wall and followed her back inside.
He glanced over at the bed, half wondering if he could get away with laying on the foot and trying to sleep, but then pushed the thought away. It wasn't a good idea, even if he didn't get in trouble from her. It just wasn't. Shaking his head, he focused on the mother cat and kitten, watching the cat carrying her kit back over to the basket where the rest of the litter lay. He missed his own mother. Did he miss her as much as he missed him? What about his father? He couldn't forget the look on his father's face as Brandon had been taken away. And yet... he would never forget the expression but he was starting to forget the face itself and that in itself scared him.
((I have to go T.T ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 4:19 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?He was tired.. she could tell that much. It was going to be dark out soon enough anyway. Running her fingers through her loose hair, she then looked over at Brandon. His expression was sad.. It didn't surprise her though. He had lost everything that he owned and his family when he had become a slave. She didn't know a single person that went into the slave market willingly. How he had gotten there.. well she didn't know. Yawning after a moment, she blinked. Well, she was tired even though she hadn't realized it before. "You can go ahead and head down to your room if you want. After all the sun is already setting." she told him as she crossed her legs. She could only hope he wouldn't be guarding her door for the rest of the night and stay up just because of that. "Tomorrow will hopefully be better than today." she added as she slowly got up. The pain hadn't disappeared but it wasn't enough to not let her go to sleep. Walking over to the window, she pulled the curtains tight so that it kept the last of the sun's rays out of her room. Violetta then turned to face him, wondering what he would decide to do. For mine seems to have been destroyed. ((Aww.. =( ))
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 10:37 pm
Brandon could feel his mistress's eyes on him even as he stood there, longing for nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep, even if he had to lay on the floor. Oh what he wouldn't give for a good night's sleep. But he probably wouldn't get it that night either. The nightmares would come back, he just knew it. The nightmares would come back and he would lay awake in the darkness, watching the colors dance across his vision. It was a situation he was far too familiar with.
When Violetta spoke, he blinked and focused his eyes on her. At her words, he frowned. He had been assigned to her, to look after her and make sure she had everything she needed, and that she didn't run away again or didn't get into trouble, health-wise. How could he do that if he was downstairs?
As she got up and closed the curtains, the light was all but gone. He blinked, waiting for his eyes to adjust before shaking his head. He wasn't going anywhere unless she gave him a direct order. Leaning against the wall beside the door, he slid down so he was sitting on the floor. His knees were bent with his forearms resting on them. Nope. He wasn't going anywhere.
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