Of Slaves and Royals

[Sweet_Wyvern]

"Never?" Rachel asked softly, looking up before going back to cutting the meat. "Well, I'm sure you'll like it. It is very similar to a hamburger," she informed him.

[lycrawaterz14]

He perked up, and smiled. "I do enjoy hamburgers…"

[kingcobra2018]

Alec

Alec stayed in place. "I should inform you that her father will most likely send everyone in here to jail except her." He wiggled his way up. "And if we don't get there soon I will go crazy." He tried to be as strong as possible. "Shut up. For the last time." The man was getting frustrated. "Remember when I said no. Well no. I need to make sure Isabeth stays safe so I'm telling you to let us go." Alec was dead serious. "If I could I would kill you now. But unfortunately I can't. So I'll make you close to dead" This guy finally snapped. He beat Alec with the whip to where there where many cut on his face and arm. His shirt even ripped with cuts along there also. There was a super deep one on his leg. "Let us out." He said. "You don't ever stop do you?" The man chuckled while saying what he did. "No." Alec replied.

[MidoriRai]

Can I still join? If so, here's the character info.

Name: Inaseiko (pick a nickname if you want)

Age: 9

Appearance: Deep, serious purple-black eyes which are slanted like a feline's, long black hair with natural purple highlights, pale alabaster skin, pointed ears and a small, petite body.

Class: Slave

History: Found wandering around on her own when she was 4, the first person she met was a greedy slave-owner who saw the potential for a large amount of money to be made from Inaseiko as a slave. Roughly handling her, it is unknown what he did to train her, but the end result was a quiet shadow of a girl who refuses to speak. The slave-owner ended up keeping Inaseiko till his death, which results in her being sold at the slave markets.

Personality: She refuses to speak, and has not spoken a single word or made a single sound since her owner conditioned her. She does her tasks in a silent, efficient manner and shows no emotion, seemingly shattered emotionally. In actuality, she is not as broken as she seems and may be able to heal under a caring master, although they will find quite a challenge in her,

Other: She may be a elf or fae from her pointed ears, but she has only fragments of memory from before her enslavement. She may not talk, but she writes and draws by the light of a stolen candle at night, although no-one knows.

 

[Starphyre77]

Ella listened to Tybalt and Rachel, and as she placed silverware and a glass next to each of the plates, she thought about some of the meals she’d been given when she was with her former masters.

 

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Despite her best efforts, Isabeth had to admit the reality of this situation, and actually listening to what was being said, she once again found herself wanting Alec to stop arguing with these men. She tried to say as much, but unfortunately her mumbling wasn’t noticed over the whip man’s words, and next thing she knew her mind was supplying her with all too vivid images of what she was hearing. Struggling against the ropes once again, she tried to yell at both the man and Alec to stop, but then she froze with a small squeak of fear when she suddenly felt a hand on the side of her head. Hearing a shushing noise, she didn’t resist as the hand almost gently forced her to lower her head to the floor again.

 

((I’m kind of playing this by ear now, so whenever you’re ready for them to arrive works for me. ))

 

[lycrawaterz14]

Everyone jerked to a stop in the van, and the sack was removed. Isabeth was led out first, and they were much nicer with her. Alec was roughly pushed behind her, and one of the guys opened the door. "Wow, six minutes to spare." Kinlea replied, unamused. "Bring Isabeth in here. I told you to be nice, but I'm sure you weren't." They brought the two slave into what looked like a living room. Kinlea walked in with two cups of tea out into the room where they both were. "Hello Isabeth. Sorry the idiots treated you..." The slave caught her eye and she glared. "I thought I would only be expecting two. My apologies." She glared at the men.

 

(Accepted!)

Edited December 3, 2013 by lycrawaterz14

[Sweet_Wyvern]

Rachel took a slab of the meat and put it on a plate, scooping vegetables onto it as well and then holding the plate out to Tybalt. "Here you are sir," she said kindly.

[MidoriRai]

(Thank you! And can someone give me a recap?)

 

He was dead. Gone. No more. That mean her personal hell was over. Inaseiko felt... curiously empty. No joy. No relief. Just... a blank acceptance. Why? She knew most people would feel something, but it had been so long. So long since she'd been able to feel. Maybe it was because she'd be sold again soon? Perhaps she'd get a worse owner, not that she thought there'd be much worse. Would she submit to a nightmare of torture, of cruelty, just like that? For the first time in years, dark purple eyes flickered with emotion. Not likely.

 

Brutish, strong looking guards came to take her away to the slave auctions. They held heavy manacles and a collar for her to put on. She didn't resist.

 

Fight here? No, no chance.

 

The chains weighed down her small frame, almost a fifth of her body weight, but she didn't complain. She wouldn't complain. Small, bare feet stumbled along the rough ground, battered and bruised but not faltering.

 

The moon, so beautiful. So full. I wish... I were as complete... as pure as that.

 

The men tugged her along roughly, almost dragging her across the gravel. Dark silver blood started dripping, staining stones and grass, painting them pearl. Her body smacked against a bench, pain blossoming in her side and she heard a faint crack. Yet still, no sound passed pale lips, not a whimper, not a cry, not the barest hint of a whisper touched the cool night air.

 

The sky, so vast, so many stars... I think we are like stars, merely one in the infinite sky, yet different.

 

Rough hands shoved a tiny body into a cold,metal cage. The slamming of the door echoes through the vast storehouse, the clicking of the lock so ominous in the silence. Heavy footsteps slowly fade away, leaving the silence of night hanging, almost tangible, around the cages.

 

So long since I've seen it. The sky. The night. Outside. It's been too long.

 

Ebony locks spilled like ink on paper onto the cold, clean floor of the cage. Shadowed eyes gazes at her pale, slender fingers, silvered from her blood. She felt... something. She felt... a strange, foreign feeling. She felt lifted. The memory of a breeze wove through her hair.

 

Is this... happy? Is this... hope? Is this... is this what feeling feels like?

 

(Sorry. My style of writing is kinda different from everyone else's. Hope it isn't too confusing)

[kingcobra2018]

((Love your style. Gray could own her if you'd like? Totts seemed to kinda leave. Can't reply by the way.))

[lycrawaterz14]

"Thank you." He smiled and sat at the end of the table, getting up to get him a fork and knife. "Have you two had meatloaf before?"

[Sweet_Wyvern]

Rachel glanced at Ella and then Tybalt, but since Ella seemed to think they would get some too, she hesitantly served some on plates for herself and her friend. Albeit, smaller portions. "I've only tasted it, to make sure it is alright. Other masters do not allow their slaves to eat with them, let alone the same food... Sir," she murmured.

[lycrawaterz14]

"Oh… well that seems wasteful. I can't eat all this." he blinked at all the leftovers. "What did you eat before? You two are too young for neonatal diet…" Tybalt seemed confused. He was new to all of this slave owning stuff. He had had slaves steal from the cabinets and some starve unless he made them eat.

[MidoriRai]

(Sure. I don't mind who owns Inaseiko, so long as they can give me a recap on their personality and description)

 

A tiny, frail-looking body sits wrapped in shadows, still and silent, not a single muscle moving. Ebony locks tumble from her head to the floor, blending in with the dark of night. Purple eyes, so dark and deep they look black, stare solidly ahead; unseeing, unfeeling, as if their owner were not on this world. She sat, like a pale porcelain doll, beautiful, fragile, so easily broken, the illusion of being stone broken only with slender fingers moving, twitching ever so slightly.

 

I wish... I want... I want to write. I want to... record this night. So beautiful, so serene. Truly inspirational.

 

Fingers gently trace patterns on the floor, words flowing one after another, invisible but to her eyes. An unheard melody weaves itself around the slender figure, now bathed in moonlight peaking from the high windows. Silver light shines on silver blood, the glimmer catching her eyes. A spark lights up dark orbs for a mere second and her lips curl ever so slightly upwards. Her first smile since her enslavement.

 

I want to remember this. I don't want to forget. Please, I want this night, this brief emotion to be immortalised. I like... feeling.

 

The same pale fingers dance purposely across the floor, this time leaving elegant flowing trails behind, liquid silver drying in the cool night air. The pain of her bleeding fingertips does not reach her as her written melody sings in her head, a lyrical song of vast indigo sky, infinite brilliant diamonds imbedded in it, of cool night's wind caressing her limbs and soaring to the skies with a freedom she could only dream of, of soft glowing moonbeams weaving themselves in her tresses as the lunar light embraces her in its purity; a symphony of night.

 

This is my heart. This is my spirit. This is my soul. This is what I want... this feeling, these emotions. It's familiar. I know it. It's called... it's called... it's called... Freedom.

 

(Hope you don't mind me developing her character and feelings)

[Sweet_Wyvern]

Rachel swallowed quietly as she looked at him, setting her food down at the table. So far, he didn't object. Did he really not know? "If we were lucky, scraps. Often we had food of our own but it would never be like this. Stews with whatever the royals didn't need or had gone bad and didn't want."

[lycrawaterz14]

"I had a puppy I used to feed all of that stuff too. That's not people food." He snorted. "El...? You okay?"

[Sweet_Wyvern]

(So, I had a dream about this Rp. It started off normal but ended with Rachel, Ella and Madi singing the song 'Royals'. I woke up laughing)

[lycrawaterz14]

(That's hilarious... That's like the theme song for this. Congrats on NaNoWriMo!)

[kingcobra2018]

(Gray is based off an anime character. From farytail. He's different though he's a bit more sarcastic and loving. He has black hair and I forget the eye color but I think they were gray)

 

Gray

He walked to the slave store. A beautiful girl. "How much for that one?" He asked. "5000 bucks." The man said. "Why that much?" He asked "not just because of her beauty but she doesn't speak." The man chuckled. "Well we're gonna need to fix that. I'll give you 50. No one who works here deserves that much." He told the man. "Here's the key." The workman tossed the keys and Gray opened the lock and door. "Come with me" he waved his hand to the girl.

 

Alec

There was a blood trail following him and he collapsed on the ground. The blood soaked the ground.

[Sweet_Wyvern]

(Thanks! It was my first year)

[Starphyre77]

When Rachel dished her a plate, Ella gave her an appreciative smile. However, she then started thinking about Tybalt’s questions, and became lost in thought until Tybalt said her name. With a small shake of her head, she said, “Oh, forgive me Sir, I’m fine. I was jus-“ Don’t say thinking! “We were given oatmeal for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, and typically a stew of some sort for supper. Although, there were a couple times when there was some meat about to go bad, so it was given to us. Ka-the cook made it into meatloaf because she said it was the best way to spread it out.” She had noticed that Rachel seemed a little uncertain about whether or not they were supposed to eat with Tybalt, and to be honest she was apprehensive as well, but he had seemed to indicate with the noodles that they were. Still, could she have misinterpreted…? Figuring that it was too late to undo the potential mistake, they’d just have to wait until he gave them permission to eat to find out.

 

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When the bag was removed from her head, Isabeth blinked to help her eyes readjust to the light, and then she saw Alec. Realizing how bad his injuries were, she felt another surge of anger, indignation, and…still not quite ready to call it concern. However, as she was brought out of the van, the terror came back to the forefront, and as they walked to the house, she wished they had also removed the tape so she could call for help. Unfortunately, the tape wasn’t taken off until they had gotten inside. She was about to making demands of these men, but was silenced by her curiosity when she heard her name said. The voice wasn’t what she would have expected to hear, and when they were led to the room, she was surprised by person who belonged to the voice.

 

She can’t be much older than me, she thought, and wondering who this girl was and why she was doing this she started to feel angry again as she thought, What? Is she just mad I didn’t invite her to my party?! When Alec dropped to the floor, Isabeth glanced to him in alarm, and though she wanted to see if he was okay, she instead turned her gaze back to the girl and said, “Yes well, since your men decided to grab my slave as well, and then proceeded to abuse him without my say, then they should also tend to his wounds…properly.” Her voice held more bravado than she actually felt, and then trying to add haughtiness into her tone, she added, “Really, their actions were highly uncouth.”

 

((Once again, I’m sorry to post and run, but I really don’t feel well this evening, and have to go to bed soon. ))

 

[kingcobra2018]

((It's alright))

[lycrawaterz14]

"You're right. I'll pay for that. Treat his wounds like they're your own. It'll be good practice." She growled. "I'm sorry if I caused any ill will. Those are daddy's goons. I'm Kinlea. We'll be knowing each other very well. I see you have met Tybalt. He was my fiancé until... Less than twelve hours ago." She shrugged. "You're my replacement."

Edited December 5, 2013 by lycrawaterz14

[chicbecause]

((Recap??))

[MidoriRai]

(Finally read through all 89 pages of this role play! Hey kingcobra2018, you wanna make our characters meet up with the others? It would be quite amusing to see Maddi and Sam's or Tybalt, Zella and Rachel's response to the silent, unemotional Inaseiko. It's okay if you don't want to)

 

As darkened night slowly fades with the pink flush of dawn, heavy footsteps can once again be heard echoing through the building, striding purposely along till they stop in front of a cage wedged in the corner. A tiny body occupies the cell, dark eyes staring unnervingly at the man. He shivers at the blank emptiness of those purple orbs, the hairs on his neck prickling at the creepy sight. Shaking his head to clear him of his wariness, he examines her with a critical eye, exclaiming in anger as he saw her wounds.

 

"She was not to be damaged!" The shout was directed at his companion who'd followed him in.

 

"But it doesn't matter!" The shorter man bristled at the accusation, protests bursting out. "Almost all the slaves at the auction are damaged-"

 

"You idiot!" snarls the first. "She would fetch a much better price at the slave shops! She's got the looks and is young enough to be mouldable."

 

The other man felt heat flushing his face, his embarrassment clear. "Well whatever," he snaps. "Just get her into the van."

 

Throughout the whole dialogue, Inaseiko's eyes never wavered from the taller man, her body never so much as twitching at the discussion of her value. A clang announced the opening of the door, callous hands dragging her out. Greedy eyes stared at her lustfully, and the shorter man bent down to whisper in her ear.

 

"You'd better behave sweet thing or you'll regret." His harsh breath rasped next to her ear, his grip tightening on her arm. He got no reply. Purple locks were abruptly seized and yanked back, her eyes forced to meet his. "Answer me when I talk to you!"

 

The taller man intervened before anything else happened. "Calm down idiot! She was Baikeko's slave remember? The one that never talks?"

 

Rough fingers reluctantly loosened their grip on her hair. "Oh yeah. That one. Inasekka or something, right?"

 

"It was Inaseiko, moron."

 

Her tiny body impacted with the van's boot, the door slamming, a reminisce of last night. She listened to the continuous bickering of the men and wondered if that was normal human interaction.

 

Strange. They sound strange. Weren't Royals supposed to be happy and full of emotions? The conversation between the two sounded... strange. Sharp. Is that what happy is?

 

The van's door opened and again, she was forced out. Another cage. Another barrier. Soon there'd be another master. But it was different. This cage was different. Made purely of reinforced glass, it let in light. Sunlight. Warmth. Brightness. All something she barely remembered, never experienced in her enslavement. Curious eyes, lustful eyes, calculating eyes all stared up at her, yet deep eyes never met theirs.

 

So beautiful. It's... warm. It that the word? Warm. Yes, it's warm. And bright. Dazzling. Brilliant. But it's soft too. It glows.

 

Curious hands move tentatively into the sunlight. The radiant beams shone on her skin, brightening it. Pale lips part ever so slightly as the warmth of the light sent shivers of delight down her back. It was similar to candlelight, yet more natural, less yellow-red and more glowy white. It was beautiful. Indescribable. Her attention riveted on the new sensation, she barely acknowledged the black haired male asking for her.

 

But she did notice. She heard herself being described, detached nothingness showing in her eyes. Yet a spark of alarm passed through her when she heard of his intension of making her talk. No, she wouldn't. She'd obey all his orders as she'd obeyed his but for that one. She wouldn't talk. Even he had given up on that. No, no matter what he may do, she'd keep this last bit of her. She had to.

 

(Sorry, my muse sort of ran away with me here. I'll try and keep future posts shorter)

[chicbecause]

"Yeah..." Maddi said. Her enthusiasm gone. "Hey, I was thinking... Do you think we could get my memory back, my real one?" She asked. "It's just that; I don't have any clue who I am, or was or anything. Everything I know about myself is what I've made up, none of it is actually... me, I guess."

 

((Idk where you guys are with Ella or anyone.))