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 Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 3:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 3:52 pm
Name:Kari Age:17 Bio: She was taken from her family and sold to a slave trade whe she would be sold to someone. Appearance: 
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 3:59 pm
Name: Lucky
Age: 24 years old
Bio: He's been trying to play with the big boys for a good while now. He's never had to show this much commitment before, but it's his kind of game: big risk, high reward. Human trafficking was never going to be fun, Lucky knew as much, but there were some deep pockets involved. What he didn't realize was that they would throw a girl at him as a 'welcome to the family' gift.
Appearance: 
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 4:04 pm
do you wanna start or should I?)
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 4:18 pm
Manny's lips parted, releasing a pregnant yawn. A jerk to the right, than to the left, caused the tension in his neck to snap. Shoulders pulled back created similar noise; it's been a rough day. "Hey, yous." The bark accompanied with his hand outstretched to the manager. "Yeah, you."
This was Lucky's handler.
"Don't ya go lookin' at me like that, aight? Now make chop chop, get the present out fer my boy," ebony eyebrows came together. The words were followed with hand gestures that were every bit as loud as he was. "What cha standing there for?"
A crisp, "Yes sir!" came out of the frantic grunt. Some innocent kid, some idiot's cousin or something Manny surmised. He checked out his dark hair in the mirror. An occasional nudge here or there to place those messy locks in place - this was what the gel was for. His foot tapped.
No one was watching, he checked. Bay eyes appraised his own appearance. All in all, not bad Manny thought to himself. Sure, there was a bit of pudge here and there, but it wasn't a deal breaker or so he reasoned. A sigh left him, scratching the back of his neck he wondered how Lucky would react to the gift.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 4:39 pm
(Um I'm not that literate)
It was dark. Kari had no idea where she was. She was scared and she felt sick to her stomach. She shook vigorously. What was going to happen to her? Where was she? Why did they take her? The thoughts went through her head.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 4:52 pm
I went a bit overboard, huh? Don't worry about it though. I've been RPing for nine years~ and I have way too much time on my hands with break.
"Talk about a p***k," the kid grumbled to himself. Technically, Manny was his boss - the kind of boss that worked the front end of the business and left him to his own devices in inventory. Although, when s**t like this came up. Well, Manny was all up in his face. "b*****d," he spat.
Searching for number 396, he weaved about the holding cells with relative ease. The boy grew a tolerance for the smell. . . and noise. "Alright, get your a** up," a dull growl with an edge of annoyance hissed. "Hands behind your back. Walk towards me, turn."
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:21 pm
Kari was scared so she listened and did exactly what she was supposed to do. Kari kept herself from crying. She didn't want to give her kidnappers the pleasure of seeing her cry. She shivered but tried to hide it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:35 pm
The boy took out cable ties, interlocking them on her wrist. Enough give was left to make it easy on his boss to release her from the bonds with scissors or whatever was at hand. "Don't move," he slid out the key for the cell. "Look, don't make this any harder on yourself." The words were as soft as a whisper.
"Behave and it won't be so bad. Deal?" There was a hesitation to release her. Fear made them unstable. Unstable product made for lost time which in turn, made more trouble for him.
A burst of air exhaled from his nostrils. This was the part he loathed, transporting them from their holdings to the dealer. "Don't make any trouble," the plea was partially sincere and mostly exasperated with past experience. The key twirled; the bars shifted. He made to grasp her wrist, coax her to his boss.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:49 pm
Kari filinched but listened to him. She didn't want him to hurt her or anything. She took a deep breath trying to calm down. She followed him without struggling.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 6:07 pm
This was the family business. A lull of silence on his end, the boy felt relief. In a few moments, his part ended. "Go to him and do whatever he says, okay?" Anxiety kept nagging at him. It was rarely this easy without some sedatives. s**t like that made it real easy. Too bad that s**t was mad expensive.
"That it?" Manny tilted his chin at the product.
"Yeah, go easy." The boy nudged her forward.
"Clean this place up, smells like s**t." A smile of incredibility graced Manny's lips. He rubbed his goatee, grabbing her by the ties. Manny was none too gentle, but he knew not to mark her up. It had been awhile since he had been in the locker. The Portuguese opened the door for her, "Get in."
She looked a few years younger than his own daughters. He tried not to think about it; "Yiz hungry?" His gaze remained steady on the driver's back head.
"To Lucentio's."
His hand ran through his dark hair. "Well, kid? Are ya a mute err sumtin?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 6:14 pm
Kari followed him with her head down. She wasn't sure what to say. "Um no...and no thank you." she said. She felt sick to her stomach.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 6:37 pm
It came as a surprise, she could speak - not only that; she had manners. "Yer welcome." The words were difficult to find, they were only merchandise. At the end of the day, they were just numbers to him. Manny lacked experience with them, he was only the head of sales.
The garage door opened then closed. Silence hung in the air. "This here is yer stop," Manny slid out of the car, holding the door for her. Smoothly bringing out his cell, he marked Lucky up.
"We're here. Come on down." Curtly, the sales representative shut the mobile phone. A glance issued at her before his attention shifted to the blonde that popped out from the flat.
"Hey, ma-" the amiable grin fell of his lips at the sight of the girl. Lucky's eyebrows came together, perplexed. Lips parted; tips curling downwards in a frown.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:04 pm
the girl looked down at her feet. She looked up at the guy at the door but then looked down again. She didn't want to look at him the wrong way.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 7:13 am
"Yiz wanted in?" Arms spread far out. Shoulders bunched up. Manny shrugged with a bittersweet smile, "You're in, Lucky. Good luck my friend." A heavy hand patted his shoulder.
"You're going to need it in this business," a smooth mechanical sound was created as Manny disappeared into the vehicle. A single tinted window lowered to allow a wave good bye as the garage door began to close. They sped away.
Which left him stuck with a girl, Lucky brought his palm to his brow. An attempt was made to wipe off the expression clean off. Disbelief mingled with anger. The hand left to his side created a fist. His gaze remained on her. He shook his head. This wasn't possible, this was ********; the man's thoughts hounded him relentlessly, what now?
"Get inside," lips pressed into a straight line. He could make this work, Lucentio argued otherwise. There was no other option. This was a test, surely. They wanted a monster, he'd comply.
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