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Post by BASNOIR, DARREN on Sept 23, 2012 20:35:25 GMT -5
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WORD COUNT: 360
TAGGED: Lucius
NOTES: Darren...don't worry it'll just get worse 
LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style]
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The smell that the sea breeze brought in helped to refresh the horrid smell of the docks. Far to many slaves were kept here for one to expect much more but that didn't stop the rich snobs from complaining about said smell. Each cage they passed a new comment was spit out. Every where you turned you could see it...the degradation, the tense air, the hopelessness, and even the resilience dying away in the remaining few slaves they clung tight to it.
Yet, deep within the docks there were a few slaves that still fought hard. They were kept together near the center of the docks because they were....special. These few slaves were some of the stronger shifters, being that they were rare pokemon or hard to get. Darren was among these shifters but he was different from them. Unlike those who bashed into the cages doors or spit vulgar comments back to the masters outside, Darren sat silently, watching everyone pass curiously and answering any questions asked of him. He was being polite and it sickened those around him.
He had already argued with those around him and although they seemed interested in continuing the argument, spitting in his direction and yelling out to him, Darren ignored their childish game, talking instead to the golem outside his cage ever so quietly.
But he paused his conversation as his eyes caught sight of someone approaching. Another customer lost? Maybe someone looking for a strong shifter? They would change their mind soon enough when they got closer and heard all the shifters around Darren. Darren himself had already had a few interested buyers due to his polite nature and type but his price was...quite high. To high for most anyway.
"Hello. Anything I can help you with?"
Darren sat up to the best of his ability and smiled lightly at the new comer. This would only take a few minutes. It always happened the same way. One or two questions, interest in purchasing, hear the price, go look elsewhere. Then Darren could get back to Rock the golem and the man could get on with his life.
But things wouldn't be so simple this time around...
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Post by AMON, LUCIUS on Sept 24, 2012 22:34:29 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/e86gch.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]`Lucius Amon[/style]The smell of the salt wafted up from the sea as the man took in a deep breath. The Docks were crowded like usual, with all the masters searching for slaves, or slaves being bought, or other slaves running errands for their masters. The place was busy and noisy, and just the way he liked it. He had a plan for today as well. This plan dealt with buying a slave. Unless he found one he liked right off the bat, he was going to search around until he came across the right one. Even. . . Even if, for the dreaded horror, he had to spend a lot of money.
So he searched several shops, and didn't find any that he liked. They were either too weak, too young, too old, too annoying, any of the like. No, Lucius wanted the perfect one. A strong, somewhat obedient but not completely -- he wanted to be able to fight or take out his rage on them at some point -- slave. He wound up searching from early morning until later in the day. And finally, he came to an area where the stronger, more expensive slaves, were kept. Most of the slaves here were shouting profane language, shooting dirty looks at the masters -- which Lucius at one point promptly told one of the males that he should have that look whipped off of him. Finally he came across one slave that seemed to be sitting and actually not fighting like all the rest. That immediately grabbed his attention. Was he broken then, or something else?
Calmly Lucius walked over towards that cage and heard the seller of this one say he was a Hydreigon Shifter. Oh? That was a pretty good one, but how was he like? He moved to the cage, and stared in at him. "Should you really be asking me that? I want a slave, and you're a potential one." he spoke with a flat voice.
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Post by BASNOIR, DARREN on Sept 24, 2012 22:51:42 GMT -5
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WORD COUNT: 374
TAGGED: Lucius
NOTES: Lucius is going to find his perfect slave today XD
LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style]
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Darren stared at the man for a while with a slightly surprised look. No one had ever been so...straight forward? That seemed like the proper term for it. He seemed young...not to much older then Darren himself. Still, Darren had to sell himself well. It had been far to long since he had been out of that cage and if this man was interested in him, he would do his best to impress this potential master...even if it meant he would be a slave for only a few days.
"Perhaps not but it caught your attention."
Darren smiled lightly, trying to tune out everything around him. This is all that mattered at the moment. He HAD to get out. He HAD to get away from all these other shifters. They were provoking him along each and every day and the moment he would snap at one, he would have a hell of a night and be brought in to be 'broken' again. He couldn't take that much longer. He already had had enough of those bastards and this was his ticket out.
"You're not the first to say that. But I'll answer any questions you ha---"
Darren stopped speaking as his attention was drawn away. Two shifters nearby had begun arguing again. It wasn't anything unusual but they always drew in the other shifters until a loud uproar began. But the uproar itself hadn't caught Darrens attention...it was what was said. The two shifters arguing...were they arguing about blood? Slaughter? Did they want to kill one another...how...beautiful.
Slowly, Darrens eyes seemed to be lost into the conversation, a smile creeping up on his lips as he listened on. He probably didn't look to pleasent within that moment...no...he looked to be his true self.
He had lost himself.
But he couldn't lose himself! He had to focus! Closing his eyes and frowning, Darren moved his hands to his ears and shook his head lightly. FOCUS! Taking a deep breath, his hands dropped away and his eyes moved back to Lucius.
"Pardon? Did you say something?"
He smiled as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't changed at all in those few precious moments...at least he could hope this man hadn't seen what had happened to him...but wasn't that to much to ask for?
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Post by AMON, LUCIUS on Oct 17, 2012 0:49:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/e86gch.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]`Lucius Amon[/style] The male's eyes scanned over the slave, studying him. He looked to be interesting. Was he an albino, he wondered? He had white hair and red eyes after all. Though with all the weird people, who knew. Hell, this could have been some other master's idea of a fetish, dying his hair white or something. Didn't explain the eyes though. Not that he cared, of course. He smirked a small bit.
"Oh very true, I'll admit that. Very well, you have my attention. Impress me." he spoke.
He listened to what he had started to say, but also overheard the fight, or whatever you wanted to call it. Angry shifters were angry. How pleasant. They obviously needed to be broken properly, whoever had tried, if anyone even had tried, had utterly failed. But, some like that, even him. He didn't want a completely broken slave, they were boring. He wanted something interesting that could hold his attention and give him a bit of. . . 'excitement'.
And then something even more curious caught his attention, as if some god had answered that thought. He caught sight of the slave's transformation. Rather intriguing, really. He saw the smile. It looked rather. . . psychotic. Just what Lucius was interested in. But then he seemed to get a hold of it, and that was no fun at all! He pouted a bit then decided to try and see what he could prod out of him.
His arms looped through the cage so he could lean in a bit sticking his head somewhat through the bars to stare at him. Oh he had noticed, and he wanted to know what exactly made this guy. . . 'tick'.
"You weren't listening? Oh dear. I assume you were listening to those slaves over there?" he asked conversationally, as if nothing was wrong. "They seem like they want a fight. Just look at how angry they are. They could spill blood, but the only care for them would be that the sellers would lose their money if one died."
A cruel smirk played across his lips.
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Post by BASNOIR, DARREN on Oct 17, 2012 20:02:49 GMT -5
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WORD COUNT: 344
TAGGED: Lucius
NOTES: Darren...don't worry it'll just get worse
LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style]
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[STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;]IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;]
Darren could help but smile at the man. So his attention grabbing politeness had worked. Perfect~ Now then next thing on the list was to impress the man and...and...how was he going to do that? It was growing increasingly harder and harder to focus in on this conversation with those arguing idiots over by the entrance being scolded by the store owner. Couldn't this day just go Darrens way for once?
"Well um...What would you...Like to know."
His smile became more nervous as he let his hands fall together, fingers intertwining as his thumbs began a frantic dance with one another. He could see it it the man's eyes. He HAD seen. He KNEW that Darren wasn't polite as he was letting off...but instead of turning away..oh god he was provoking him to do it again! What was wrong with this man?!?
"I...I apologize...I"
Darren swallowed hard as the man carried on, staring longingly at the man as if his words were what was holding him there. Fight. Blood. Blood. Blood
Darren closed his eyes and threw his head back, groaning as his self control started to slip away. Blood was so gross. So so very...Beautiful~
"Hehe...Not everyday someone shows interest."
Darren finally let his head fall and as he lifted his gaze, his eyes held a certain air of lust in them. Lust for destruction. For pain. For a red pathway to victory.
"How very touching of you to show interest in a psychopath."
His grin slowly grew and he turned his attention to the fighting slaves. So THAT is what had Darren in such a frenzy. Oh this would be fun~ This would be so much fun indeed~ But then he heard that voice. That ANNOYING voice. The shop owner had noticed Darrens change.
"Sir you should back away from him! He's dangerous! We'll have him brought down soon so don't worry!"
"I'd love to see you try!"
Darren growled at him, glaring with a challenge in his eyes. He could easily break everything in this store but the infernal cage would make it so hard to shift. If he could just get out...
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