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Thread: Gift that keeps on giving. (OBSCENE and Rainbows)

He nodded as Midas spoke about him not finding him, having better things to do and such. He seemed a bit offended as he said slave of pet would work as well. He didn't like the sound of that. He scoffed as he was told he'd have to loose his pride. There was no way he was going to do that. he would try to obey this fool, but he wouldn't loose his pride, at least he'd try not to. He looked at him a bit akwardly as he said he'd be lenient with him. He was pretty sure that'd it take him a while to get used to these odd customs. And he didn't really want to even try. He was a bit confused as he said he did something for him even though it made him look weak. He would ask about that later. He was a bit shocked to find out about the guy that had slapped him while on the plane, but as he explained he understood a bit better. He still thought it to be a bit servere, but if that was how things were done he couldn't really do much about it. As soon as he paused Alex couldn't help but ask Why would you do something to make yourself look weak when you could just kill me and be done with it? He asked, confused as to why he had done such a thing still. He nodded as Midas said he didn't give Sari much trouble. The main reason he didn't give him trouble was because he was the only one remotly nice to him as well as the only one who had told him what the hell was going on. But something he said caught his attention. Wait... are you talking about my temper or his? and if his, does that mean he was from America? He asked, He wasn't sure if the king had just worded the sentance oddly. He just stood there as he talked about his bindings and then got something out of the drawer. His hands automatically went to the collar as it was placed around his neck, he didn't know whether to freak out about it or not. He was kind of drained of emotions, having gone through so many today. He was kind of getting numb to everything by now. He listened to the commands on how to act though his hands being pulled closer to his chest was not very comfortable. He just sighed as he was asked if he'd behave. I'll try, I can promise anything if someone else slaps me though. He said, face emotionless again. Sorry that took so long.
Thread: Gift that keeps on giving. (OBSCENE and Rainbows)

I'm talking about Sari. He's half American. One of the women in the paace was raped by an American soldier. Generally he would have been banned from the palace, but his circumstances are... special. He went with me to America for a few years to set up an oil deal. He blinked at the next question, Well, my mother went t a lot of trouble to find the perfect gift, I couldn't just let you die without even having a chance to play with you. He said, messing up Alex's hair again. Besides, I'm not a fool, you're in an unfamiliar place under strange circumstances, that considered, you've actually done fairly well so far. It's to be expected that you wouldn't know any better yet. The guards, and most of the guests, wouldn't take that into consideration. He pulled him along, out the door and down the hall. They won't hit you, if they lay a hand on my possessions, they could very well lose that hand. His return was announced and as he made his way through the parting crowd he paused to talk with a few people. A lot of the guests got very close to Alex, but none touched him. A few asked him things he wouldn't be able to understand, and left in a huff at a lack of response. Midas made his way to the large tables laden with food. He gave Alex a bit of slack, making it easier for him to move his hands. Go ahead and fix yourself a plate, you can't eat it now, but I'll have it sent to my room for when we're done here. You look like you haven't had food or sleep in a while.
Thread: Gift that keeps on giving. (OBSCENE and Rainbows)

Alex listened as he gave answers as to his questions. He still didn't really think that was a really good reason save him, but whatever. What's done is done. He was a bit surprised at how Sari had come to be here, but wasn't too surprised that an american soldier had done that. He had heard on many occasions that soldiers had done horrid things like that just becasue they had the ability to. He flinched a bit as he ruffled his hair again, just because it was kind of shaggy didn't mean he should touch it every chance he got. He looked at him oddly, as he said he had done well so far it was almost as if he had said congratulations to him. He kind of liked the idea that if someone touched him they might loose a hand. That would definitly keep them in line. Alex felt a bit akward that his arival was announced and the fact that they walked straight through the crowd only made it worse, esecially with how close people got. After a while he kind of got used to it and wondered what would hapen if he just bumped into one of them. He just stared at the people oddly as they tried to speak to them. He couldn't help but think it to be at least a bit funny that they got angry that he didn't understand. O-ok. He said, fixing himself a plate and then setting it off to the side. He wasn't really sure what to do with it. That's because I havn't slept or eaten in quite a while. He said, standing at his side, not really doing much else.
Thread: Gift that keeps on giving. (OBSCENE and Rainbows)

A servant quickly hurried away with the plate, and Midas led Alex up to the throne, taking a seat. Kneel, to my left. He said, motioning to a spot on the floor as the party seemed to be winding down. We'll be out of here soon and you can get some dinner and rest. He said as he straightened out his new servant's hair. The soft blond hair felt nice against his fingers, and the light petting was enough to settle some of the looks he'd been getting, as if he were being congratulated on putting the American in his place. From the debt your parents wracked up, your entire life of servitude wouldn't be enough to cover it, but unfourtunately that's all you have to give. He stretched, You're going to be here a while, you may as well get comfortable, right?
Thread: Gift that keeps on giving. (OBSCENE and Rainbows)

Alex followed him, though he hesitated for a moment before kneeling down where he was told. He sighed, enjoying the thought of finally being able to eat. He glared at the people looking upon them like it was good the the american was finally in his place. He wasn't really enjoying it. He sighed as Midas soon spoke of his parent's debt. He just looked up at him as he said he might as well get comfortable. Sure... He said, obviously depressed by now. That and his legs were falling asleep which was quite uncomfortable. He shifted, obviously trying to get comfortable again. So how long is this going to last, Sir? He sked, looking up at Midas. And then that reminded him, he didn't know what he was really supposed to call him. He figured 'sir' orsomething along those lines would work.
Thread: Gift that keeps on giving. (OBSCENE and Rainbows)

He meant Alex would be in the palace a while, not specifically there. n.n He noticed Alex shifting, and rather suddenly looped an arm around his waist, pulling the American into his lap. Is that better? He asked, tugging the bindings tight again so he couldn't resist. Just relax, it's better than the floor right? We're stuck here until our guests have left, and you're stuck in the palace until either you die, or I free you. Cheer up, I'll take good care of you.
Thread: Gift that keeps on giving. (OBSCENE and Rainbows)

Haha That's what I thought Alex yelped as he was suddenly pulled into the other man's lap. He just looked over at him a bit shocked still. He didn't know why he had pulled him into his lap like that, but he had to admit it was better than the floor. He looked off to the side as he asked if that was better. T-thanks... He mumbled, looking up to him for a moment. I'm not sure I can relax. He said. The fact that he was apperently a 'pet', in another man's lap, and being looked at by quite a few people, it was pretty hard to relax.
Thread: Forevermore.

The times when we were our happiest plague my mind and sink me further into the abyss of lonliness. Of desolation and heartbreak. With the troubles that have come between the two of us, I find myself almost wishing I did not love you I do though. I love you so much and, no matter the pains I will be put through, I probably always will. We are distant - you're so close and yet, I can't touch you. Or feel you. Kiss or hug you. I lay in my bed and wish that I could long for your touch, or just the simple pleasure of falling asleep in your arms like I used to. I bathed in the feeling of safety that your arms provided and, with content, fell asleep listening to the beat of your heart. You are my comfort. My heart and soul. I pray that we come through this and that we'll be happy, like we were. Reality is cruel and loves to interfere, but I have hope as you haven't left my side completely though we live in silence, we are still connected. That connection I treasure and yet, I miss you more than I can say. You're beautiful eyes as they looked lovingly down into my own, or the soft smile that would cross your lips as I shyly murmured, I love you. The feeling of your fingers in my hair. The timbre of your laugh. Laying entwined, either clothed or not so close, it felt almost as if we were one person. I love you. I belong to you. I have faith in you. You're the one I want to fall asleep with, wake up with, and do everything in between with. I want to spend my life with you if I get to, it will be bliss. Forevermore. -Anjeru Early morning ramblings and thoughts came out like this. 3
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Cuddles I 3 you, Cheri. I am sure that all will turn out fine.
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Hehe. -cuddles- I 3 you too! -
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Its quiet again!!!! .
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sniff would I lose my man card if I said that a few tears came reading this? wipes eye vigorously with right hand
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Omg! Being a night-owl sucks right now. I'm sooooo bored! D
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right? jeez
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I'm always awake when people sleep. And. Half the time I'm sleeping when people are awake.
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It does indeed. No one is ever online when I feel most talkative . Then again thanks to my timezone most people clock out at about 8 or 10 PM so...I dunno it sucks being a...evening..bird? too?
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You're up so late that you're up even when I wake up again... o.o
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Zalvek said You're up so late that you're up even when I wake up again... o.o Click to expand... does she ask who a lot?
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Zalvek said You're up so late that you're up even when I wake up again... o.o Click to expand... Yep. I'm not even tired. Roar.
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on that note, good morning gaise!
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I am the night. No wait, that's not right...
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I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the cavity in the mouth of crime! I AM DARKWIING DUCK!
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lol, win
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Mirran said lol, win Click to expand... I did? What did I win?
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fucking um... sleep? I have no idea... I cannot fall asleep tonight...
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Mirran Just watch your little chica dance. She is hypnotic. o.0
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Almost... no cigar T.T
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Good, I don't smoke.
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.... -puts away cuban-
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Gasp! Did you smuggle Elian Gonzales back out of Cuba? I got so sick of the media coverage on him. Please put him back before anyone finds out.
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-dances- Canada has no trade embargo with Cuba. However, I imagine that fairly soon neither will America, which I am looking forward to.
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Why would America drop its trade Embargo against Cuba? I really don't keep up with current events like I should.
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Lyra said Why would America drop its trade Embargo against Cuba? I really don't keep up with current events like I should. Click to expand... lol, Obama has mentioned forgoing it. The thing is, there's no reason to have a trade embargo on Cuba, there hasn't been for a very long time... it's just been a silly convention that no one has ever changed, like the little clock on you VCR that always blinks 12pm. You'd never think how often you'd look at your VCR to know the time, but once it's set you realize how useful it is to have.
Thread: Another Job, Another Case

I held the phone's receive to my ear, dragging the cradle with me as I headed over to a filing cabinet. Sergeant Karrin Murphy, my employer, was on the phone with me, and her voice rang through my ear. Harry, I'm sure you can keep the end of the world from happening while I'm gone? I couldn't help but chuckle. The last time Karrin had gone on vacation, a bunch of necromancers had strolled into town, tried to invoke the apocalypse and gain supreme power over all things in life and death. Needless to say, no one wanted that again. Sure thing, Murph. Just go have fun in the sun, okay? We exchanged pleasantries, and I hung up. What I hadn't told Murphy was that I was going to be investigating a new cult in town this week. Some vampire-worshipers or something. Anne Rice freaks, maybe. I hated that kind of crap. How people of the supernatural could mess with humans. It was just wrong. My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure it at your own risk. The one thing that you should probably know about me is that I'm a wizard. Yes, wizard. Magic, staff, oogey-boogey. You got it. I've got an ad in the Yellow Pages under 'wizards'. I'm the only entry there, but it still looks very stylish. I looked out my office window into the Chicago streets in their nocturnal state, lights all a-flashing. My reflection peered back at me I don't have mirrors beyond a small shaving one. Too many things can come through them. So whenever I do see myself, it surprises me a little. I had a tall figure, like basketball player. Six and a half feet. My face was composed mostly of hard lines, like I'd gotten handed off to some two-bit apprentice when someone was sculpting my face. I had a rough beard, not by design but because I hadn't shaved in a couple of days. Dark hair framed my face, also the result of apathy. For some reason, I just continued to stare out the window. Maybe I was just reflecting. It wasn't a good month. Too many casualties in the war between the Red Court and the White Council. In my opinion, one wizard was too much-but I'm not one to talk. I was the one who had started that war. Or at least, that's probably how history'll remember it.
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

Dead cities at night had a certain quality about them. Sometimes, he even forgot where the graves ended and the tenements began. Oh, sure, there was the lack of crosses, but dead bodies? At this time of night, you came across quite a few of them. Usually in the back of some truck, sprawled on top of rotting food and old magazines. Gravity spread the blood then, or sometimes, sometimes, there??d be a victim that was still alive, still bleeding out their heart??s own blood and clutching weakly at the cavity that used to house a kidney or intestines. Graverobber was usually kind enough to wave. Very few were polite enough to wave back. Tonight, though, was silent. Heavy silence, that pushed on his ear drums and made him whistle to chase it away. Even the, it was too quiet. This wasn??t death. Death tended to fade into the background, static to the patrols, the constant announcements and the sound of his own heart underneath a scarred chest. This was? something else. He hadn??t really heard the screaming. Screaming was something else to tune out. People screamed all the time maybe their noses were falling off after one too many rhinoplasties, maybe someone didn??t pay them after they??d been on their knees for the last half hour. Or, maybe, he thought as he heard the tune echoing off old, high walls, they??d forgotten to pay a little too long. The dealer sank down to a crouching position, movements slow as to not alert the predator down the alley to his right. Down here it smelled of fear and shit, most people losing their bowels right at death, another thing GeneCo had failed to make designer. He didn??t generally get this smell in the graveyards, but Graverobber wasn??t picky. A sensible man might have run, but he??d been doing this long enough that all he saw was the easy profits. He owed no money, and maybe Repo-man -- because that??s who the man strolling off with the latex suit and grisly package was, no mistaking it ?? would have professional courtesy. And maybe he??d sampled just a drop of his own merchandise. Pure, liquid courage that was, injected straight into the body without having to go through all the pipes like alcohol. Unlike the scalpel sluts he sold Zydrate to, he had the sense to wait, counting up in his mind to twenty before rushing to the body. Graverobber kept his feet wide apart so he wouldn??t slip in the blood. Ah. Spinal. She was dead, then. Whistling jauntily to himself, he set to work checking pockets and the body for metals and money. He had a few empty vials, his work night being cut short by a nasty tangle that involved a few too many GeneCo cops. Hmm. Two more vials, in fact. Repo would probably have at least one more victim. Still humming, Graverobber pocketed the vial and set to following the Repo-man. Whoever said Zydrate gave people good ideas?
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

Medication reminder. Medication reminder. Nathan's head snapped up from where he was busily packaging the removed GeneCo part, and he wrapped a bit of plastic around the rest of the brain stem, setting it aside before lifting his communications watch close to his face his gloves were covered in slivers of flesh and flecks of brain matter. Humans really made for ugly messes. Half-kneeling in the thick, congealing puddle of blood, the watch automatically dialed for Shiloh, Precious, did you take your medication? he asked, his voice difficult to hear over the sound of the television. I'm taking it now, dad - are you actually watching television? No sweetheart, my patient is he's just resting now. Nathan said, and reached out to switch off the television, leaving the room empty of noise, save for the sound of his own voice, I'll be home soon. He rose to his feet then the front of his uniform was streaked with gore and the legs were covered in a thick layer of blood - he wiped the flat of his blade across the leg to remove some of the blood, and resheathed it like some horrifying, modern day samurai. He stepped out of the house then, and he'd only just stepped out of the door when he froze in place he stared straight ahead for a long moment before very slowly turning his head the masked face was pointed directly at the Graverobber, an expressionless, bloodied thing that stood in contrast to the smiling, laid back petty thief. The Repo Man said nothing he didn't even nod his head in return, but simply stared for an uncomfortably long moment before turning his head back towards the street, and continuing on his way. He found himself wondering if he'd had an audience for that previous kill - but no, he'd seen that particular vagrant around before. Nathan made a point of staying away from most people, but from what he'd gathered, the man was a vulture - possibly one of the dealers that littered the streets. Chances were, he was going in to take what was left. And Nathan wasn't going to stop him. He had one more stop to make that night.
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

By the time he got home, the sun was nearly above the horizon, casting a red glow over the entire city and reflecting orange off of the slick, reflective vinyl. His last assignment had turned out to be a runner, and Nathan had chased him for five blocks before he'd managed to back him into an alleyway to finish the job the guy had fought back, and eventually he had been subdued. With the Repo Man, this had consisted of stabbing the man multiple times normally Nathan didn't do it so messily, but he'd admittedly been a little frustrated at that point. It was purely due to seventeen years of practised aim that he had left the required liver intact instead of slashing it to ribbons by mistake, and for a long moment after he was done, he took a seat on an overturned milk crate in the alleyway, and simply sat there to try and collect himself again, ignoring the slowly cooling body beside him. Some days, he wasn't quite sure who he was anymore, and it was only punctuated by the exhaustion he was feeling. So he had dragged himself home just before the sun rose, tossed the organs into the freezer, and sprayed down his uniform until all of the gore had drained away, and the smell of blood was finally gone. He showered, he went upstairs, and for a few blissful minutes, he watched Shilo sleep like a little angel. And then he collapsed onto the couch, not even possessed of enough energy to bother getting to his room, and after five solid, undisturbed hours of sleep, he woke up with a stiff neck to remind him of why he should muster up the strength to get to his room next time he was getting too old for this. He appeared in Shilo's room for a second time with his hair sticking out at bizarre angles, and she looked up from her book, and did a double-take. Dad, she said, her eyebrows high, You look - terrible. Nathan blinked sleepily, I had a late night. he said simply, trying to clear the cobwebs. People on the radio were talking about the Repo Man again. Shilo said, her eyes pinned to his hair, watching as though she feared it would burst into flame at any moment - she wasn't used to seeing him unkempt, he was usually precise and well-maintained. It's all hype. There is no Repo Man. But people keep reporting bodies. And this - 'Repo Man' myth is just a method to explain it away. There's never any proof, Shi. Nathan said, and Shilo pulled a face that indicated she had no argument left she just nodded her head, and Nathan gently ran a hand against her face, Come on, you should have some breakfast. They moved down the staircase together, and for the first time that week, Nathan felt a spike of joy - just to be having breakfast with his daughter. However, he froze for an instant at the bottom of the staircase, feeling his stomach drop when he saw an envelope sitting below the mail slot - roughly the size of a reposession file. What's that? Just some patient files. Nathan said, picking up the folder and trying desperately not to look grim it felt thick - there was more than one order inside. Aren't you going to look at them? It's not urgent, sweetheart. Come on, breakfast.