Breaking Point - A TV Lover's Worst Nightmare

[Randomly Gone Insane]

Unofficially on any maps known to man is a city, known simply as Silver City. It's an off the grid copy cat of Las Vegas, located in the northern parts of America. Like Las Vegas, it's dubbed as the city of sin. However, unlike Las Vegas, it's a city built for crime. Anything and everything illegal can be found with the right street in Silver City. Drugs, weapons, organs, prostitutes, and of course, slaves. If you want it, it can be found in Silver City. All you need is the right location, a dealer, and money. So what are ya standing around for? Come on down to Silver City! Your chances of getting shanked like a mother ******** are only 99.9% guaranteed! Just mind your wallet. Muggers don't like your blood on their money.

 

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One of Silver City's most profitable markets is the slave trade. While the drugs and guns with hot busty men and women is nice, these things can be found anywhere if you know the right people. Silver City just makes it so you don't need to sneak around like the criminal scum bag you are. Slave trade though, that's rarely found outside of Silver City. The risk is high, and the punishments are great. If you want a slave, you need to know the right people, and that takes luck.
Unlike the outside world, Silver City doesn't hide this market away from unwanted eyes. Entire buildings are made and dedicated to housing slaves that are on the market, auctions are held on a weekly basis, and entire businesses are dedicated to the trade.
Men and women every day are taken from their lives, picked like ripe fruit and transported to Silver City to cycle through the slave trade. Every new slave is specially marked with a unique tattoo, placed on their right shoulder. This shows to all that they are, and always will be, a slave. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. Should a slave escape, their chances of getting away are small. The "cops" of Silver City are always on the look out for run away slaves, checking the shoulders constantly of suspected escapees. And if a run away should get out of Silver City, the nearest city is hundreds of miles away and tattoo removers are paid off and corrupted to turn in anyone they find seeking to remove this mark.

 

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The Rules

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1.) This is a role play between Randomly Gone Insane and Zahzi. If you are not one these two people, do not post for any reason.
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2.) There will no be killing of another person's character without their full permission.

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The Plot

Our story revolves around one young master known as Alan Carper. Aside from his colorful past, there isn't much to say about the young Alan. He has enough wealth to last generations so he has no business running in the true city of sin. With no family around, the young man spends his days finding new ways to entertain himself, despite how annoying or cruel his antics may be.
And while on the hunt for new entertainment, Alan picks up a new slave, Abagail Smith. She's young and fresh to the slave trade and to the city. And she isn't too thrilled about any of it.
So how is Alan going to handle Abagail? How's Abagail going to adjust to her new life style?
Is somebody going to get shanked!?  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

The Master
Played by Zahzi

Name: Alan Carper
Age: 22.
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 173Lbs.
History: A child of Silver City, Alan lived in the city of crime and sin his whole life with his two parents. His father was a powerful drug lord, and rumored user, while his mother's career is best described as slave pimp. They owned a large estate located outside of the city, mostly seeking space.
They did not, however, let their home disconnect their son from the city and it's system. Alan was taken to the city often, and raised to be prepared for it as his day would come to make his mark on it.
One evening when Alan was just a boy, his parents were shot down in an alley way after they had just watched a movie by a hired hit man to take down the two successful business leaders.
Rather than turning into a handsome man, armed with an eight pack, black tights, a creepy personality and a s**t load of money and taking the title of Batman, Alan did what any other child would do when they suddenly became rich.
He started having the best ******** time of his life (after mourning for his parents, which was kind of easy to do when he suddenly had an unbelievable amount of money).
Personality: Energetic and open to new ideas. Also a little perverse..
Likes: Entertainment; Noise; Plans working out perfectly.
Dislikes: Dullness; Silence; Things not going his way.
Extra(s): With his family's main trade being Slavery, many of the people on his family's land are indeed slaves, yet he refers to them all as 'Workers'.  

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The Slave
Played by Randomly Gone Insane

Name: Abagail Smith
Age: 18
Height: 5 '3''
Weight: 110 lbs.
History: Abagail was born and raised in Seattle, Washington, the child of a lawyer and doctor who were both very busy. Growing up, Abagail saw her parents very little, despite their best efforts to make 'family time' with their only child. Because of the lack of time spent together, Abagail grew up being rather distant and cold with her parents. She saw her friends more in one day of private school than she did her parents in a whole month. And because of conflicting schedules, appearances with each other were rare.
When Abagail was just days away from graduating school, she was kidnapped by Silver City slavers. They had stalked her, and grabbed her when she was home. Seeing how she had a small social life and no life with her parents, she was an easy target - unnoticed until it was too late.
Personality: Timid and innocent, and a bit ignorant, for the most part. However, she's quick to anger and when she's angry, she's violent. the only thing that beats her violent anger is her pride.
Likes: Going out, Music, Reading, Games
Dislikes: Alone time, Nonsense, Silence, Obnoxious noises, Her new 'job'
Extra(s): Being a 'fresh' slave, Abagail has been told multiple expectations and rumors from other slaves and slavers. Hearing what's in store, Abagail is scared but also ready for a fight, as she does not plan to give in so easily.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

The evenings of Silver City were certainly a magical time. There's just something about all the multicolored lights shining together at once into the night sky that casted off artificial beauty.
It also seemed to have an affect on people's minds, as the chance of a crime happening were up 110%. And those were normal nights too. And unfortunately (fortunate if you're a mugger or murderer or rapist), tonight wasn't an ordinary night. Tonight was a slave auction night, one of the most favorite and lively nights of Silver City.

The auction was just minutes away from starting, and the theater was buzzing with activity. Spectators and slave owners/sellers were taking their seats, wanting good spots for tonight's show and tell. Hopeful and curious buyers were browsing in the back, off stage, at tonight's stock to see what was available tonight so if their interest was met, they had even more drive to waste money on the purchase. Guards stood by every slave, who were chained together in a line by their ankles and wrists, making sure neither they or potential buyers did anything stupid. For added humiliation, to tone down any kind of fights the slaves may have, all the slaves were stripped to the bare minimum. The embarrassment of being in one's underwear kept the slaves in line, and gave buyers just enough eye candy to push them more into a purchase.

Abagail's head was down, her eyes burning holes into the ground, her face flushed red. The humiliation technique worked well on making her embarrassed, but it also fed her anger. With every touch, look, and 'examination' from browsing buyers she growled, snarled, and bit one guy's hand and sent him off bleeding. Sure, the guard punched her in the back of her head so hard so almost blacked out, but it was well worth getting rid rid of the creep, watching him run off like a woman while he cried about his bleeding hand. And to think, this only showing off.. She thought bitterly. The 'fun', as all the free people were putting it, hadn't even started, and she was already in Hell.  

[Zahzi]

As Abagail continued with her thought, a man made his way around the slaves, looking down at them as he went past them.
His hands were in his coat pocket as he examined each one as he passed them.
He then suddenly stopped by one, raising an eyebrow.
Abagail.
"Well, aren't you the violent one." he chuckled, bending down be at eye level with her. The comment came due to the drops of blood directly in front of her.
"Sure, this life may seem bad NOW, but at least you don't have to worry about others." he added as he continued to look at her.

He never laid a hand on her, as they were still in his pockets, yet his smile alone told his story quite well. He was a regular to these sort of things.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

As footsteps approached, Abagail kept her head down. There was no need to draw more attention to herself, and she was perfectly happy letting this guy browse as long as she wasn't touched again. She wasn't sure she could control her mouth much longer.

To her displease, the footsteps stopped right in front of her. She gave a smirk, seeing each foot stopped in front of two drops of blood almost perfectly. She didn't know why, but this was somehow amusing, one of those things that can't be explained. When the commented on her violence, Abagail couldn't help but glance up. He found it amusing..? She thought he would have been humored, not alarmed at her threat of biting.

"...What the Hell are you talking about?" She asked, looking up more to stare at him with a confused expression.  

[Zahzi]

The man just gave a closed-eyed smile and chuckled.
"You'll find out soon enough." he replied standing back up, now looking down at her.

He then looked up at the wall behind her, looking at the clock.
"Ah, looks like it's almost time~" he chimed, leaving her where she was.  

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Go ahead... Reach out and touch me... DO IT. Abagail thought as she glared burning holes into the man's head. She didn't care if the next punch did knock her out. She wanted to bite this creep so bad she was painfully clenching down her teeth, just imagining his flesh being trapped and bleeding in her hand. She was betting he'd squeal like a girl and run off like a baby too, and go meet up with the other guy where they could cry together like the pathetic bastards they were.

She batted her eyes, almost not hearing his comment of the time. She looked over her shoulder, only to have a large hand push her face back forward.

"Eyes front, woman." The guard growled, grabbing a hold of Abagail's neck roughly to hold it in place.
He then looked at the man, staring at him briefly before he looked towards the buyers as a whole. "Everyone get the ******** out. Show's about to start and we don't need you idiots back here ******** things up. Take your seats and wait for your stock to show up."  

[Zahzi]

As instructed, the man made his way out and sat down in his seat, waiting for the 'show' to begin.

As he leaned back in his chair, his fingers linked together as he grinned.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

After a few minutes, as Alan had promised, the auction began. to the right side of the stage, a man stood behind a podium, acting as auctioneer.

Somewhere between being chained with the others and getting on stage, the set up was altered slightly. While they 'freed' from the others, another set of chains was placed between the shackles on their ankles and wrists, lowering the chance of them attacking. For added humiliation, and as another safety precaution, a metal collar was also placed on the necks of the slaves, with two rope leashes tied on the left and right side. This allowed handlers to lead the stock around without risk of being charged at. It was virtually impossible to make a move without being stopped in some manner.

One by one, the slaves were brought out and displayed. As the slaves were brought onto the stage, the auctioneer would briefly cover the subject's age, height, weight, name, backround, and sexual history , or lack there of. After covering the need-to-know, the bids would begin. And just like any other livestock show or auctioning, the bids would start low and race high until one person remained. The winner would get their slave, who were herded back stage to handlers who then lead them to whatever transportation vehicle was waiting to pick them up, depending on how the owner worked.

Thanks to her feisty behavior backstage, Abagail had been put out onto stage as the last slave to sell. And despite the new 'safety precautions' put on, she still fought tooth and nail against the handlers, who had to literally drag her across the stage as she resisted their pulls. She growled the whole way, glaring daggers in the lead man as she desperately and futilely reached for the rope he used to pull her.

"And our last girl today is one Abagail Smith." The auctioneer went on, as if there was no problem on stage as he read the info card he had in his hands. "She's an eight teen year old virgin high schooler, standing at a low stance of five feet three inches, and weighing in at a light amount of a hundred ten pounds. She's the child of a lawyer and doctor, so if luck serves well, she's got a pretty good brain on her. She's a feisty little chick, but she's weak. So don't let her behavior fool you." He finished with a heavy sigh.

"The bid starts at five hundred dollars. Do I have any takers?" He started, looking out into the crowd, where a few people were already holding up their cards.
"I hear a seven hundred! Can I get an eight hundred?"  

[Zahzi]

Alan raised his sign almost immediately, giving a smirk.
"Eight-Thousand." he called out, still leaning in his chair.
All the other slaves up until Abagail were just dull as usual, for him.