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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 3:39 pm
Brandon watched his mistress sleep, not moving a muscle. He was used to staying still for hours on end. One of his masters used to take him hunting with him so he would have to stay still for hours. However, when she awoke, he kept his eyes slitted, watching her. But when she looked at him accusingly, he opened his eyes completely, confused. What had he done? He couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong. When she seemed about to speak, he waited expectantly, slightly surprised when she didn't say anything at all. As she got up, he lifted his head, watching her climb off the bed and disappear into her bathroom. He was surprised by the flash of guilt he felt. He wasn't sure what he'd done wrong but it must have been something. Sliding off the bed, he stretched his cramping muscles and headed for the door, deciding it would be better for her and himself if he gave her some space. Besides, she would come for him when she wanted him. Slipping quietly out the door, he made his way back to his room. Out of the corner of his eye, he was sure he saw someone watching him but, when he looked he again saw no one.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 3:56 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?Hearing him leave, she then slipped out of her dress after undoing the corset with some difficulty. She didn't bother locking the door since no one dared to come into her room anyway. Running her fingers through her hair, she was glad the cook had come up with a small invention in her bathroom to heat water that way she wouldn't have to wait forever. Pouring in some water from the basin into the little.. what had he called it? Heater.. or something like that. She lit a match and threw it into the opening below were their were logs.
A nice long bath would definitely benefit her, at least that's how she saw it. It took a while but eventually she filled the tub with steaming water. Getting out of the rest of her clothes, she left them next to the tub as she slowly got in. It had been a while since she had relaxed and now simply seemed like the perfect time. With her back to the door, she lay down mostly, her head the only thing above the water for now. She finally reached for the soap, not wanting the water to get cold by the time she was done. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 4:13 pm
"Hey! You! New guy!" Brandon stopped when he heard someone yelling at him. Turning, his eyes landed on a man about his height and age. The man had strawberry blond hair and blue-gray eyes. From his attire, he guessed the man was one of his master's other slaves. As the man walked up to him, Brandon took an involuntary step back. He wasn't in the habit of letting strangers too close to him, except for his mistress, an exception which still confused him. "Stay away from Violetta." Brandon raised an eyebrow, confused. Violetta? He didn't know any Violetta, unless that was his mistress' name in which case he couldn't. "She's mine." "Oh don't mind him, deary." Brandon turned his head slightly to look at the older woman that approached as well. Even though she seemed to be a slave too, she had a rounded body and a motherly look to her. "Ever since he hit his head, he's been convinced the Lady Violetta is going to one day wake up and fall for him, marry him and get him out of slavery." Brandon looked between the two, not entirely sure what to make of the situation.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 4:24 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?After making sure she was clean, she set the soap back in it's spot. Her hair was completely brushed back, her two different colored eyes looking into the water as she got out. The water was already starting to cool down and being in luke warm water wasn't what she wanted. Reached over, she grabbed a towel and then stepped out, drying herself off. Her hair was still damp afterward and a bit more wavy, almost curly. Grabbing her robe, she let the water drain out as she stepped out of the bathroom, all of her clothes were in her room except for the ones she had left next to the tub.
Running her fingers through her hair, she didn't take the time to scan her dark room as she kept the robe on her, and opening her closet. Her fingers slowly ran over all the different fabrics and colors before she stopped at one black lace dress. Smiling a bit, she pulled it out before setting it down on her head and turning to get everything else she needed as well. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 4:32 pm
"I'm not crazy!" "Neil, she doesn't even know your name!" "Yes, she does!" Brandon looked back and forth as the two argued. He was starting to understand what was going on but was still thoroughly confused. It seemed to him that the man, Neil, had some sort of brain damage and was convinced that Brandon's mistress, Violetta, would get him out of slavery. He immediately didn't like Neil, mostly because he didn't take well to being threatened or told what to do, especially not by another slave. Slowly backing away from the arguing pair, he backed around a corner before continuing on his way to his room.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 4:41 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?She got dressed and pulled her hair back, except for her bangs, into a loose bun. The dress went down to her feet, from the waist down it was a bit bigger, more layers than the last dress. It didn't cover her shoulders though, the small sleeves simply hung on her arms created out of black lace. Putting on a little hat that had lace going down in front of her eyes, she sighed before wondering why she was doing all of this in the first place. Hearing the arguing in the hall, she muttered a few things under her breath before going to see what it was all about. Seeing that it was two slaves, her eyes became icy once again.
"Enough." she told them in a low but firm tone as she looked at the two. "Don't you two have something to be doing?" she assumed that but it was most likely true. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 5:06 pm
The slaves stopped in their arguing when Violetta spoke. The woman bowed at the waist before straightening again. "Yes, Mistress," she said. "Come along Neil." "But-." "Now," she snapped under her breath, grabbing hold of his arm and dragging him away. Neil looked back at Violetta but didn't have the chance to say anything before he was dragged around a corner and she vanished from his sight.
In his room, Brandon lay on his bed, in the dark, with his eyes closed even though he knew he wouldn't sleep. He still felt incredibly bloated and wished for nothing more than the blissful emptiness of sleep.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 11:59 am
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?She watched as the strawberry head disappeared behind the corner, being pulled by the older looking woman. Sighing, she folding her hands in front of her before going down the steps, not knowing what to do now. It would be best if she didn't see Brandon for a few days.. but would she be able to do that was another question all together. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 2:49 pm
Violetta's father sighed deeply, setting down the report. Reports, contracts, reviews. All boring. Getting to his feet, he decided that he needed some fresh air. Besides, a walk would do him good. Leaving his office, he started making his way towards the stairs. When he reached them, he spotted his daughter not far ahead of him. "Where's that new slave of yours?" he asked, seeing her alone. He wasn't overly happy about that. He was her personal slave. That boy was meant to keep her company. "I hope he's not stuffing his face. The last thing we need is a fat, lazy slave."
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 2:33 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?She turned around to face her father. "I wanted to be alone." she told him before crossing her arms. "I can assure you that he's not doing that but I did make sure he had something to eat." Violetta narrowed her eyes slightly before turning her head to look down the stairs as she continued to walk down them. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 11:11 pm
Her father's eyes narrowed right back at her. He did not appreciate the way she talked to him. He didn't care if she got her heartbroken. Time had passed since then. If it had happened yesterday, he could understand but it wasn't. With that fact, she had no right to talk to him that way. And he told her so. Taking a deep breath, he added, "Besides, I don't know why you bother feeding him yourself. That's what the cook is for." He hired two cooks; one for himself and his family and one to cook meals for the slaves.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 10:57 am
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?Violetta bit the tip of her tongue. It would do no good to argue with him at the moment. "I thought it would be nice to have a meal with someone for once." she said, dropping her cold tone for now. "I'm going out to the garden if you need anything." she added before she slipped into the narrow hallway where Brandon's room was located further down. Biting her lip, she knew that she was being cruel in a way to the rest of her family and to the people around her, but she didn't know what else to do. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 11:35 pm
He knew it must have taken at least some self-control for her to hold back her temper the way she did. She got her temper from him. He nodded when she said she had wanted to have a meal with someone, holding back from pointing out that she was always welcome to have a meal with him. After all, she knew what time he ate and where -noon in his office or five-thirty in the dining room. It never changed. But, at least she was around people, if a slave could be considered such. She spent so much time alone. When she said she was going out to the garden, he simply nodded. Some fresh air would do her some good. He watched her go before turning towards the front door and making his way out. A walk around the block sounded perfect just then.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 2:00 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?She was glad he didn't say anything as she walked away. Stopping in front of Brandon's door for a moment, she sighed, biting her lip. One hand was already raised to knock on it but then she decided against it. Lowering her head, she put her hand back down and walked to the end of the hallway since the last door lead outside. Deciding to go to the barn, she didn't really care if her dress got ruined, it was only a really big piece of cloth, Violetta walked down a small path. The sky was slightly cloudy which she was thankful for, after all wearing all black and being in the sun wasn't her idea of fun. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 2:21 pm
Brandon kept his eyes closed even after he heard the sound of someone approaching his door. He was sure they would pass right by but was surprised when they stopped. Listening as the person stood there for a few moments, he wondered vaguely who it was and what they wanted but didn't think too hard on it. Even though he couldn't sleep, his mind still felt sluggish. The large meal he'd eaten probably didn't helped either. Anyway, if someone really wanted him, they could have burst into the room without knocking. That, or they would be back. Until then, he would continue to try and sleep.
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