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Thread: Reach out and take what you want (Sinner&Latapaine)

Alexander stepped out of his house locking the door behind him. He had moved out of his parents house as soon as he had turned 18 and had gotten the small house and now lived their alone. He was a senior in high school who looked forward to graduating but wished he had had more luck with women while he was in school. He wasn't bad looking and thought he was a nice enough guy but he had no luck with women, his constant striking out with women had started a plan forming in his mind that he hoped to put into practice soon. He slid into the seat of his car and drove to the school sighing as he started his day. Most of his classes were seniors only but a couple of them were shared with other grade levels as well.
Thread: Reach out and take what you want (Sinner&Latapaine)

Sugar Downhart is currently making her way to school. She shivers lightly as she walks along the side walk. Because she isn't really in the hurry to get to class, she decides to walk slow and let the cold air wake her up. She was also recovering from a hang over and the coffee she drank isn't really helping much. She thinks that going to school would only give her a bigger head-ache than she already has. She feels the cold breeze fluttering under her skirt, making her wish she worn something warmer since it's still the middle of winter. She only hopes that the day would end quickly.
Thread: Reach out and take what you want (Sinner&Latapaine)

Alexander noticed a girl walking down the side of the road slowing his car thinking she looked slightly familiar. As he drove past he realized why he recognized her, she was the target of some rumors and one of the classified goth girls in the school. He smiled as his plan shifted slightly in his mind, he had new ideas and she had become part of his plan. He pulled into the school parking lot and got out of his car looking down the road where he could see her walking. He scratched his chin as he tried to form how to put his plan into action. He stepped away from his car pulling out and lighting a cigarette he walked down the street towards her he stops and offers her one. your Downhart right?' he asked looking down at her standing at just over six feet.
Thread: Reach out and take what you want (Sinner&Latapaine)

Sugar wraps her arms over her chest as she continues to walk down the road, rubbing her hands against her upper arms in an attempt to keep herself somewhat warm. She really doesn't really like going to school today and still couldn't believe she forgot her jacket. After a little while, she soon sees a car driving by, causing her to feel even more cold air flowing over her appropriately dressed body. She only feels more frustrated and increases her speed as she walks. As she gets closer to the cool she soon sees an tall young man walking up to her and offering her one. She stops her movements and takes the cigarette, looking up to him since his taller frame is towering over her. Yes, I'm Downhart... Sugar Downhart... She replies as she takes the cigarette between her lips, waiting for him to light it for her. She had just recently started smoking, hoping to make herself look older when going out to clubs. She winces a little as her head throbs, really thinking about just skipping school.
Thread: Reach out and take what you want (Sinner&Latapaine)

Alex pulled a lighter from his pocket holding the flame to the cigarette for her thought so I'm Alexander Tyr we go to school together he said smiling down at her. He noticed her wince as he slipped the lighter back into his pocket. I recognize that look' he said chuckling gently' hangover right? He guessed hoping he was right and the rumors he heard were true, that she actually did have a hangover during school sometimes. He couldn't believe he was finally putting his plan into action the excitement from it was almost to much for him. if you want I know a miracle hangover remedy and have all the stuff sitting at my house for it he said trying to seem confident but really nervous at what she would say.
Thread: Reach out and take what you want (Sinner&Latapaine)

She watched as the young man pulled out a lighter and brought the flame in closer to her. She leans he head in closer, lightly sucking on the cigarette as it is lite. Once it has started burning, she pulls back and even coughs a little since she hasn't totally gotten used to inhaling the smoke. She listens to him introducing himself as she stood there, pulling the cigarette from her lips and breathing out the smoke. She listens to him ask if she had a hangover before hearing him telling her that he has a cure for it. Y...yeah... I have a hangover... She replies as she has a hard time keeping focus since the head-ache is really bothering her. Your miracle remedy does sound good right about now... Lead the way... She says as she bring the cigarette back to her lips, sucking gently once more and using her right hand to rub her head a bit.
Thread: Reach out and take what you want (Sinner&Latapaine)

He nodded noticing the cough he guessed she hadn't been smoking very long and smirked a little. He turned around and walked to his car unlocking the doors he opened hers for her holding it open until she got in before closing it and walking to the drivers side. He slid into the seat and turned on the car quickly hitting the power button on the radio to keep it off and stop it from blaring very loud music. long night of partying? he asked as he pulled out of the school parking lot and drove down the street heading towards his house. He looked over at her his eyes roaming over her body wondering why she was wearing a skirt during such a cold time of the year.
Thread: Family Trouble... (xMILENKOx & creamylips)

It had been another long day cruiseing the streets waiting for somene to commit a crime to fill the day of Kyle Peterson, a ex US Marine who left the millitary to be with his preganant wife Sarah. The sun was begining to set as Kyle drove his way home, on the dashboard of his cruiser was a old polaroid photo of him and his freind John Drake. John was Sarah's late husband and Kyle's best freind. As his eyes looked over the photo his mind began to wonder back to the day of John's death. Another hot night in Iraq, Kyle and his squad had been sent to a suspected insurgent bomb factory. A booby trapt doorway ended John's life while Kyle watched his body be torn apart by the explosion. Soon his day dreaming was halted as a car behind him honked its horn, he was sat at traffic lights and the light was green. Shakeing his head he drove of and continued his journey home. As he crusied down the long suburban road he soon came to his home, pulling his police cruiser onto the driveway he sighed as he noticed a red moter cycle parked on his drive way. Great... He muttered sarcastically realiseing his step daughters no good boyfreind was in the house. Stepping out the car Kyle stood around 6'3 with a strong build as to be expected of a millitary man. The 36 year old had a bald head and blue eyes and his face was clean shaven. He was dressed simply in his police uniform which consisted of a black shirt covered in police decoration, trousers and boots. A belt hung around his waist which had hand cuffs, a can of mace, a stun gun and a Glock 18 Pistol. Closing the car door behind him and locking it he walked over to the house and let himself in. Honey Iam home!.. He shouted as he entered the house and made his way straight to the kitchen where he opened the fridge and and grabbed a beer. He leaned against kitcehn counter as he casually drank his beer, his mind still thinking of John.
Thread: Family Trouble... (xMILENKOx & creamylips)

Welcome home! came the sweet voice of Sarah Peterson from the kitchen of the house. She stood infront of the stove, clad in casual clothing with a flowery apron over top. For a 35 year old woman, she was pretty thin, save for the evident swelling of her stomach. She turned her attention away from the cooking spaghetti and meatballs on the stove, to face her husband with a gentle smile. How was work? she asked curiously to the man who gave her her last name. But her name hadn't always been Peterson. No, it had been Drake at one point. She had gone with that name for years and years, even after the man who owned it passed away. It had taken a lot for her to give up that last name and take on a new one, but she had done it out of love. Though she still loved her deceased husband and always would, there was a new love in her life now. Sarah turned her attention back to the dinner she was cooking, gently stirring the spaghetti in the water and the tomato sauce in the other pot. She had cooked for four people, though she only lived with her husband and her daughter. The fourth person was of course her daughter's boyfriend. The two of them were always together, either here at her house, or over at his house, or God knows where else they would go. The smell of tomato sauce and meatballs filled the room, indicating that the food was almost ready. She reached up to open a cuppord, taking out a strainer. Could you hold this? she asked Kyle. The spaghetti had completly cooked and was now ready to be drained of the water.
Thread: The Swim Star: phtlc and selfi

Maria had been an avid swimmer since she was a child. Nothing made her happier than spending time in the water so naturally she joined a local swim team when she was in school as a youngster, even though she wasnt old enough. Her drive and competitiveness made her an exception so the rules were bent for her. As soon as she got to high school, she joined the swim team and was competing. The coach for her high school team was the same coach she had been working with in the local youth team so he already knew her and figured she would be the star. Some of the other girls on the team were jealous of her already because they felt that she received preferential treatment but the reality was that she had Olympic potential so any coach would be crazy not to groom her for competition. He allowed her to have keys to the school so she could come in early mornings and practice well before school. Her parents forbid going there alone at night and believed her when she said she never did. She did however like going there alone at night. The solitude, alone in the darkened pool area of the school. It was an enclosed pool area, with no windows, but there was a skylight. It was the beginning of a long weekend Thursday and Monday off and she was there on the Thursday night about to start some laps. She was walking up to the front steps of the school. She had told her parents she was going over to a friends house, and she might spend the night, which was partly true. I had been waiting for her. I had noticed this young girl when her family moved in next door to me and thought she looked ripe for the plucking. A bit young but that never really stopped me before. I always took the time to check out her budding youthful body when she walked past my house. I think she sensed it and was a bit uncomfortable but too bad. I liked what I saw. During the past few weeks I noticed her coming to the school late at night and had figured out what was going on. Having overheard her talking on her cell phone, this afternoon I heard her discuss that she was going to the pool and that her parents might not be expecting her home that night, but would never suspect she was there. I knew how to pick locks and made his way in. Waiting he heard her rattling her keys in the front door of the pool area, and kept hidden. No hurry. I could watch her swim from a position where she wouldnt see me. After she changed and went to the pool, I would slip into the girls change room and wait until she finished. It was now a matter of time
Thread: Deep sea Astronomy. (A sort of journal thing)

More like a place to rantwine about crap that I shouldn't really be mad about but am. Old pics
Thread: Deep sea Astronomy. (A sort of journal thing)

I just got braces, at 23. When I was getting them I thought how bad could they be. I have one tooth that's way up in the gum and the wire to it digs into my skin. Sooner or later it ended up making a cut. Now my skin is growing OVER the fucking braces. So I am now constantly ripping my brace off my mouth. -
Thread: Deep sea Astronomy. (A sort of journal thing)

Is this how love is supposed to feel? The day before I know I will see him I get a little off. My heart races and I cant think. I feel this compulsion to bake. I want to go to be as early as possible but cant because I am so excited. All I can think about is what we are going to do the next day. Which is never anything too exciting. Talk, play some magic, other things, eat dinner, watch a movie. Nothing big, yet all I can think about is this. How soft his lips are how strong his arms are around me. The way he smells, his grin when he knows hes right and I cant say anything to prove him wrong.
Thread: ~DarkRiffs~ and ~NaoChan~

Jorja licked her lips as she glanced around. She wasn't well dressed. The slavers rarely gave the slaves much covered up, so she had to steal a blanket to wrap around her shoulders. She slipped out the back and ran as fast as she could away from the place. It was late afternoon and most people were going home. So the crowds were thick. She wrapped the blanket securely around her shoulders as she shoved past people. She wanted as far away from that building as she could. She did not want to go back there. It was bad there. She wasn't really watching where she was going and she didn't even know where she was going to begin with. Just that she was moving. It was only when she bumped into a man that she stopped to look up at him in embarrassment. S-sorry... she whispered, looking away from him.
Thread: ~DarkRiffs~ and ~NaoChan~

Borus had been trying to negotiate a rather stubborn fellow down all morning on prices, and It had been going rather sourly.Look, these are worth half the price you're asking, even accounting for the fact the weather has been less than savoury he stated firmly.His mind had begun to block out the useless gibbering the merchant would spew in turn, It was giving him a headache.Quite to his surprise he felt a rather firm thump against his back, how rude of someone to run right into him.Turning around he was ready to let whomever it had been have an earful, at least before he got a good look at her.His pale blue eyes studied her dirty grubby form, taking in the tattered bits of clothing beneath the blanket.A slave, and he was loathe to punish a slave, It was bad manners to hit another persons property. Yet strangely, there was no master in sight to discipline the girl for what she had done, or at least no one had stepped forth to do so which was odd, folks in this city usually kept a very short leash on their slave stock.His mind contemplated for a moment before he came to the only logical conclusion, she was an escapee.Of course this presented the merchant with several very interesting options, return the slave to her owner and receive likely no thanks what so ever, or aid in her escape and see what branched from that.His thumb stroked across his stubbly chin before he smiled and placed his hand gently on her upper back, ushering her along and following suit.Please, think nothing of it he remarked, making sure they were out of earshot of anyone before he leaned down and whispered into her ear.I know you're fleeing.I could have turned you in on the spot but, that wouldn't have been fun.Instead I insist you come to my tent.He chuckled a little and continued You look rather hungry anyway and I'm sure I have something for you he offered.
Thread: ~DarkRiffs~ and ~NaoChan~

Jorja was sure she was done for when the man placed his hand on her back, but his words surprised her. She was a little hungry, but she knew better than to complain. She licked her lips as she watched him, hugging the blanket tighter around her shoulders. P-Please don't make me go back there, she whispered once they were in his tent. She moved so that she was on her knees, bowing low to the ground to show that she really was begging. I don't want to go back there. I'll do anything, she whispered, licking her lips again. She was hungry and she was dirty and she was tired of being both. She wanted a home to live in. But she didn't say anything like that. She hoped that his man was better than being in a small cage at the slave building.
Thread: ~DarkRiffs~ and ~NaoChan~

He chuckled a little as she knelt down, It was flattering, even though It was protocol.We shall see was all he said in response, closing the flap to his tent.The large tent was lavishly decorated, in rich autumn golds and reds, his furnishings tasteful and tact.Whomever he was he was rather well off for himself it seemed.His fingers nimbly undid the buttons of his coat and slid it off, tossing it aside before he rolled his sleeves up.He had a big build, toned and hearty, his face a tad rounded and warm, though his features were still rather handsome.He had a slight potbelly but not much to speak of, It added an aire of warmth to his otherwise bulky and ox-strong form.His hair was short cut and a tad messy, a dark dirty blonde colour with hints of auburn and chestnut, and wisps of black as well. Now come, eat....I insist he stated, ladling out a rather large bowl of the stew he had put on early in the morning before he set out on his business.He set the bowl down at his table and pulled the chair out, patting the seat softly before he sat down in the one across.It wasn't usual of him to offer such hospitality, but he found this desperate slave to be rather attractive, not to mention being desperate put him in a position to garner her loyalty and really see if she would, in fact do anything like she had said.
Thread: ~DarkRiffs~ and ~NaoChan~

Jorja looked up at him for a moment and licked her lips. She really had no choice but to trust him. And really, if he wanted her to go back, he would have dragged her skinny ass back to the slave building to get ride of her. She ran her hands through her dirty hair before moving to sit down on the chair he patted too. She glanced up at him for a moment. He wasn't particularly one of the hottest man ever, she had seen a lot better when the wealthy occasionally visited the slave trade, but he was a lot better than a majority of the guards. She picked up the spoon and started to eat the soup. It was really good. Thank you, sir, she whispered, nodding over at him. She hadn't realized just how hungry she really was until now.
Thread: ~DarkRiffs~ and ~NaoChan~

Sitting down across from her he gazed at her, staring quietly and studying her, taking in her features and nature.She was a little ruddy, but that was to be expected of a slave, perhaps a little older than the average age of beauty, but she was rather curvy, a very nice difference between girls and women.His hand moved to a small box and fetched a pipe out, filling it with tobacco as he spoke.While I am loathe to interfere with another persons business, slaves or servants I think It's only fair that...since you seem to be on the run, It's only fair I offer you a deal he remarked.Reaching over he grabbed a nearby candle, using it to light the bowl of his pipe, puffing away on the rich aromatic tobacco. He pondered for a while, puffing on his pipe before he spoke.I don't know what skills you have, what labours you can offer or really If you're a good lay he smirked a little and chuckled.But I'm willing to take a chance.You don't seem stupid enough to trade freedom for another cage, so I'll elaborate further.You will not be put in a cage, and you will not be whipped and flogged.All that's required is you fulfill a few requests now and then.Of course you can choose not to fulfill them but...I can't ensure you'd remain free very long he warned.Sitting back he set the pipe down and rested his elbows on the arms of the chair.Simply consider it, food, clothing and warmth....seems to me a fair trade...and all I require in turn is...fulfillment he finished.
Thread: ~DarkRiffs~ and ~NaoChan~

She bit her lip at what he was saying to her. She tilted her head to the side a little bit, considering it. Though it didn't take long before she was nodding her head at him. Yes, of course, she said. It couldn't be too bad if he wouldn't strike out at her or put her in a cage. As long as she listened to him, she really had nothing to worry about. I'll do whatever you ask, she whispered, licking her lips a little bit. SHe hoped she was good enough for him, in bed really. She wasn't trained to do anything but be good in bed. Everyone was different though and just because she thought she was good did not mean he thought the same. She continued eating her food.
Thread: ~DarkRiffs~ and ~NaoChan~

His lips split into a smile at her rather quick willingness, that was always a good sign.Borus set his pipe down and stood up, striding over to her and resting a hand on her shoulder.Very well then, however If you're to remain anywhere near me, you require a bath he remarked with a chuckle.Please, follow he instructed, stepping through a flap in the back of his tent that lead from the main part of the tent to a few back areas, with a washing tub and towels that had been set up.If she was to be his new consort and plaything, she was definitely not going to stink, nor wear tatty rags.It was his strongest opinion you were only as good as the company you kept, and if the company you kept was...sub par, well that simply reflected poorly on ones image and he wouldn't have any of that, period. While awaiting her to follow, he knelt down and lit the bed of coals beneath the large copper washtub, it ensured the tub was nice and heated and that it stayed so for the duration of his baths, not to mention it saved having to preheat the water and dump it into an ice cold tub.While the coals began to slowly warm the copper he began to fill the tub with a bucket, making sure it would be deep enough for a good washing, she was to be spotless and fresh smelling for him.
Thread: ~DarkRiffs~ and ~NaoChan~

Jorja was very thankful that she was going to get a bath. She hadn't had one in a few days. And the last 'bath' she had was only her dropped in a tub of cold water, splashed cold water onto her head, and then forced back into her cage. She followed him and watched curiously, her head tilting to the side a little bit as she watched him. That was neat. She was glad that she wouldn't be forced to take a cold bath. That was no pleasant. She was surprised she hadn't gotten sick from those baths. She ran her hand through her short grayish brown hair and looked up at him with her gray colored eyes. Thank you for letting me bath, she whispered, bowing down respectfully toward him.
Thread: ~DarkRiffs~ and ~NaoChan~

He smiled a little, setting the bucket down after filling the tub.Please...such things are essential, slave owners don't seem to understand a happy healthy person is much more fulfilling he stated.Dipping his finger into the water he tested it before he strode over and ushered her in with a chuckle, shrugging her rags off of her and hoisting her up and settling her in the heated water.He was a very caring individual, and although he was slightly taking advantage of her, she was still in his wardship.His hands were calloused but smooth as he began to soap her up.
Thread: ~DarkRiffs~ and ~NaoChan~

She yelped softly as he started to undress her and then pick her up. She was kind of afraid that the bottom of the tub would be hot,but it wasn't. She looked up at him as he started to wash him and smiled a little bit. It felt really good to be finally clean. She hadn't realized how uncomfortable she had been until now. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his hands washing her body. He would find that she would have very smooth skin. Though, her back was covered in light whip like scars.