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Thread: This Skin is Stained

Fucking cigarettes. Was this girl a chimney or was this just from the arrest? Daniel watched. In the back of his mind he added this to the list of shit he needed to break her of, though it wasn't nearly as prominent as some of the others. He just sighed for now, rolling his eyes, and tried to keep his gaze forward. He tried to not watch his once-friend's chest bounce in her top as she descended the steps in front of the station. He tried to not look at those curves - lord, those curves - but when he noticed her walking out in front of the car he did sit up a bit and look to her. She was going the opposite way of the passenger seat. She knocked on the window. He rolled it down. Even with her doing what she could to block her cleavage, there was only so much. Out of respect, and for his own self-control, Daniel made a point of looking Red in the eyes. Thankfully she wouldn't be looking at his crotch right now either it wasn't bad, but the thought of what she musta looked like from behind, bending over in his window, it did carry a certain threat of arousal with it. That was a thought to be dwelled on later. I hope you know I was being a dick in there on purpose, he said simply, calmly. I don't think you're easy. And I actually didn't intend to take you home to mess around, though, Daniel knew, he was human. The thought had of course crossed his mind. I wanted to get you somewhere where we could talk. Most people, if you tell them something like that they get all defensive, they put up a barrier. He glanced around a bit. She was Danica. She would always be Danica. Still, it felt awkward as shit to have her all skanked up and leaning into his vehicle right in front of a police station. If it wasn't obvious that this was the worst place in the world to transact a deal, someone might have been suspicious. I'll do the cooking. You've got a shower waiting for you. And I've got some stuff for you too, I think. She... He paused. Daniel's eyes drifted away from hers. Chewing on the inside of his mouth, he looked forward, She didn't bother to take everything when she left. I should still have some of Marie's clothes if you want, when we get there. A pause, and a smirk, You've got the curves that she don't, but eh...I don't know. You two are close enough, I think? Daniel shrugged. I'm a guy. Anyway, he smirked again, get your ass in.
Thread: This Skin is Stained

She was a size bigger, so her clothes should fit fine, though be a little baggy. Danica shrugged before she stood up straight and walked around the car and hopped into the passenger seat. She zipped off her boots and tossed them into the back. She hoped like hell that Marie had left a pair of sneakers behind or some fuzzy slippers. But at least she was getting a shower. Once they took off, she rolled the window down to get some fresh air, liking the way the wind felt in her hair. After the accident, it took her months to let anyone drive her and she still got tension in her back when she had to let someone else drive. But she was okay for now. She hoped it wasn't too long of a drive. And of course, like her old self, she couldn't be in a car without background music. Fidgeting with the radio, she found a rock station and let the noise fill the silence as she relaxed in the seat, seat belt firmly in place. She got a few looks from passing cars but she really didn't give a shit. She was more like herself in the daylight. It was just at night when she couldn't deal with the memories that she changed and needed some time with the darker side of herself taking over. The side that truly didn't give a fuck. So what are we having for breakfast? She asked quietly, looking out the window and thinking about how bright of a day it was. If it had been dismal, she probably would have bitched, but it was nice and sunny, even though she didn't have her shades. She didn't mind so much. It was nice to see the sun after all the darkness that kept creeping in. But before long she looked over at him again, trying to figure him out. She really just couldn't. As much as they had been friends that had drifted apart, she never had been able to solve the puzzle that made Daniel who he was.
Thread: This Skin is Stained

A good taste in music was always appreciated remembering hers, Daniel made no effort to stop her when Danica started playing with the radio. Maybe her reaching over almost instantly to hit up the buttons was just for the sake of something to listen to. Maybe her taking off her boots right off the bat was because they were uncomfortable. Maybe. But there was a comfort and trust there that he couldn't help but notice after so long apart, and on such terms. He knew nothing of her issues in cars since the incident, but he was aware that he'd been driving that day, and that this was the first time they'd been in one together since then. Without really needing to think about it, when they hit the first red light, when she finished searching the radio, before she could pull her hand away he gently reached out and took it, slipping his fingers over the back of her palm, hooking them around the front. And just, for those few seconds at the red light, holding. Whatever that meant. Lobster bisque, he replied simply. Daniel let go of her hand when the light changed. Looking back to the road, both hands on the wheel, his right foot pressed down on the gas gradually. Ten minutes wasn't a bad drive to and from work, not at all. This time of day though it'd be more like fifteen with the traffic. How do banana pancakes sound? With a little bit of powdered sugar. The bananas are still pretty fresh. And, hm... Scrambled eggs and ham to go with? Would such please the lady? Two right turns, then a jug handle. By the way, I moved a couple of months back. Same town though. It wasn't that much further now.
Thread: This Skin is Stained

Did you now? She asked cautiously, her hand tingling a little from his touch. It was unusual. But she chose to ignore it instead rather than bring it up with him about why he had touched her or if he had felt the odd tingling, too. She wasn't stupid, but it was just...well, wasn't something she expected. She contemplated his breakfast choices and hummed a little bit to the music before she decided what she wanted for breakfast. Pancakes sound good, but I don't eat bananas. Eggs sound good to me. Got any bacon back at your place? She looked hopeful for a minute to have greasy delicious bacon. Much as she barely ate enough to keep herself healthy, she did eat sometimes. So being actually excited to have two meals in a row was a big deal for her. Danica combed her fingers through her hair, getting the unruly strands to cooperate into a messy ponytail. That shower was looking better and better the longer she sat there in the car. However, soon enough his place came into view. It wasn't anything fancy, but at least it was something. Her place was a little nicer, but that's because she was given some of Rafe's things and she hadn't let any of her horrible life ruin them. She sat in the car a minute before she got out, not caring that she didn't have shoes on. She left her boots in the car until she decided to come back out and get them. Lead the way, mon capitan.
Thread: This Skin is Stained

It was an apartment complex. Tall building, brick face, a few open patches of grass and various flowerbeds. Nothing too spectacular it was what it was. After they left the car Daniel led her to his building at a leisurely walk. Danica was on his right at his left side he held the plastic bag of confiscated bottles he'd tossed behind his seat for the ride over. They would be something to talk about, later. For now, he glanced over to their right right before entering the building, catching where a few older gentlemen were sitting at a table outside playing cards. I think Mr.McGillis appreciates the view. I can hear his neck muscles creaking from here, with a smirk. He led her down the hallway. Passing by the elevator, Daniel always opted for the stairs. Guy's like eighty-four, I think. Anyway, I'm up on the eighth floor. His keys jingled in his palm as he sorted through them once they were on the right floor. Apartment 8-B was at the far end of the hall. A few months ago the lease at the other place ran out. I guess a little before that was when Marie made the decision that I wasn't 'it.' I couldn't afford the place on my own, so here I am. The keys jingled a little more. He found the right one as they reached the door. Unlocking and opening the door, he led her inside, closing it behind them. It was pretty well furnished, a wraparound couch to the right with a separate armchair, coffee table in the middle, flat screen over by the wall. Past the couch was a small balcony. To the left was the kitchen area, just big enough to fit a small table inside. And to the right of the kitchen was a hallway that led to the bathroom, closet, and bedroom. Make yourself at home. Daniel bent over to snatch up the orange and white fluffball that had come to greet his legs. There was a second cat curled up over on the seat of the armchair, though younger, a grayish tabby, still a kitten. He ruffled the orange one's fur up a bit before unceremoniously dumping him over the back of the couch, letting him plop onto a cushion. I'll be right back. He slipped into the bedroom for all of thirty seconds. Two or three of those were him setting the plastic bag on his dresser, and another two or three were him walking over to a cardboard box he'd half filled and stuffed to a corner of his closet. Her stuff. The other twentyish seconds were him just kinda looking at it. Shrugging, shaking his head, Daniel picked up the box and carried it into the bathroom. He was back out about a minute later. I put that stuff in the bathroom for you. There's some other things in there but it should be mostly clothes. You're welcome to whatever you want out of it. Though, as a man, he was gonna miss this visual show. At that thought, the corners of his lips couldn't decide if they would be smug or chagrin. Either felt awkwardly applicable. Anyway, I'm gonna go get started on food.
Thread: This Skin is Stained

She saw a few of the older men looking at her and she decided to humor them and give them a big smile and a wave as she followed behind Daniel. She saw a few of them blush and she couldn't help but shake her head. She listened to Daniel talk and just followed behind him quietly, not really feeling a thing about being so exposed. It wasn't like she had anything to cover herself up with and well, she didn't really give a fuck right now. It was early and she looked awful, but whatever. When he slipped past the elevator to the stairs, Danica shrugged and took the stairs easily. She went to the gym every day, so a few flights of stairs were nothing. Though, she did have to step carefully since she didn't have her shoes on. But then they were outside the door and she listened to him talk some more before she decided to say something. I had to sell our place, too...bought a little apartment in a good part of town. It's nice and affordable and no one bothers me, so it works... As Danica walked in, she wasn't sure what to think of it. Perhaps she had expected it to be more of a man cave and messy. But it was pretty clean and the two cats just added to the place. She would have expected some big hulking dog running at him in greeting than the adorable blob of fur that wrapped around his legs. When Daniel vanished into the hallway, she decided to go play with the cat who rubbed against her arms and face. The other cat- a little kitten- eventually got up and settled in her lap, purring against her belly. It was nice to be so easily welcomed. She stroked the cats' fur and relaxed with them on the couch, comfortable. And as she relaxed, she actually found herself drifting off into sleep on the couch until she heard Daniel come back into the room and she sat up quickly, disturbing the purr machines. All right...I'll go get changed and shower. Slipping the kitten off her lap, she walked into the bathroom and noticed the box of stuff. She rifled through it and found a pair of blue sweatpants and a big gray sweatshirt. There were a few t-shirts, a random green bra, some socks, and a pair of jeans. She was a bit thankful there wasn't underwear in there. That would have just been weird. Turning on the shower, she waited for the water to heat up and removed her clothes. She saw marks from her clothing on her skin and just shrugged. Nothing much she could do about it. Once the water was warm, she let her hair down and hopped in, moaning at the feel of the warm water against her skin. It felt really good.
Thread: This Skin is Stained

No. I'm not going to feed you now. Mow? I have to run out to the store. I'll feed you when I get back, alright? I'll only be gone for a few minutes. Merow? ...Meow again if you agree you're a stupid cat. The cat abandoned its cute little sit on the floor in front of him and its big glossy eyes, instead walking up to and twirling around Daniel's ankles a few times. This seemed to summon the other cat from the living room, the little gray tabby, whose purr announced her arrival far before she ever came into view. Then, once in view, she plopped on her butt much closer than the orange and white one had been, affectionately clawing at his right leg. Ugh. Not you too. You'll eat when I get back! He leaned down and pet both real quick, then made his way out the apartment door. It felt weird to leave Danica by herself, but she'd be preoccupied, and he'd only be gone like fifteen minutes at most. Probably quicker. It was a simple walk to a corner grocer across the street from one end of the apartment complex. They had the basics, which were enough. They had bacon. She'd said something about really craving some. And she'd had a rough night. This wasn't really all that out of the way, so Daniel thought nothing of it. His mind was more occupied with getting back before she finished so it wouldn't be weird. When he returned he started cooking up a list of things in the kitchen, careful as he moved about to not step on anything cute 'n fluffy. Scrambled eggs with just a little bit of cream cheese to make them extra fluffy and delicious, a pile of pancakes with sliced bananas for him, a pile without for her, both with powdered sugar sprinkled on, and in the oven was a package of bacon that would be cooked somewhere between soggy and crispy, that halfway point between each, as he didn't know which she liked. The goddamn smell permeated the apartment long before they'd ever be done. Sonofabitch. Oh. Cats. He started opening up two cans of cat food, which, while this was going on, only made their mewing and dancing about that much worse.
Thread: This Skin is Stained

Perfect timing, he replied. The food was pretty much done. As she sat down Daniel was upturning the open cans of wet cat food and forking them out onto a pair of saucers. As he bent over to set them on the floor the gray kitten left Danica in an instant and padded right over, joining the orange and white. Both took their seats, took to their plates, and except for the rhythmic purring, they both went immediately quiet. Daniel smirked. Standing, You remember Creamsicle, yeah? He's got a new friend now. I got her about a month ago at work. She still doesn't have a name yet though. The burners were already off. He turned the oven off and opened it up. She came from some flop house that was raided. He grabbed some potholders and moved the bacon to the stove, then reached down to close the oven. Poorly fed, a bit scruffy, no collar, no shots...usually we post a flier at work or something rather than overfill the shelters. Everything was cooked. It was another minute to divvy it all onto plates, with each one stacked pretty high. She was gonna eat she didn't get a choice. Smirking, Daniel turned to her as he set the plates on the table, eyeing her up and down. Now there's someone I remember. And, being a guy, he noticed instantly how the black wifebeater hugged her braless curves. That wasn't going to be constructive for a behaving libido. But as quickly as he glanced he glanced away, and just like that he forced it from his mind. Next came silverware, napkins, and because caffeine was probably a bad idea for either of them right now, two tall glasses of milk. Then he sat down across the table from her. And, then as he took his seat, nothing else to do but actually have breakfast together, Daniel felt awash with an overwhelming feeling of awkwardness. ...Now what? You're welcome to stay for awhile, if you want. He started to dig in, his fork going for the eggs first. I don't get the impression that either of us get a ton of visitors. Well, no, that wasn't the reason. But it was a good enough topic starter. His eyes had drifted down to the table. For some reason it felt weirder to look at her now than when she'd been all done up and overflowing before. The bed's pretty soft. Gotta be better than a wood bench, at least. He smirked a little.
Thread: Himeko & Lily

Ariadne could barely stay on her feet in her state. She was disoriented and clumsy. Her hands were chained behind her back. A cloth gag was tied around her mouth. She was blindfolded, her emerald eyes hidden. From what she could tell, all she wore was a short revealing dress. Her red hair hung in clean waves around her shoulders. She had just recently been washed. That had been an adventure all on its own, even if it was a woman, not a man, that had washed her. Apparently she couldn't be trusted to wash herself. The eighteen-year-old's life had been turned upside down yesterday. Yesterday had been her birthday, the day she was legally supposed to have freedom. Instead, she was sold into an auction house by her own father, who was hopelessly in debt by his drug use. She had been ushered out of the house by two burly men, with nothing but the clothes on her back. Now, even those had been taken away, replaced with clothes she wouldn't be caught dead in. The girl now was being ushered up some stairs. She could hear some excited chatter, and a few whistles. She was pretty, and looked a bit older than she was. She was trying to decide what she could do to release herself from the situation. She felt the hands on her arms leave her, giving her a bit of hope. Then, she heard a voice read off her biological details, and she began to process exactly what was going on. Ariadne Wilson, age eighteen, human, five foot six. Let's start off with the standard bid. Ariadne's heart leaped. Why would they have to say she was human? She anxiously shifted on her feet, trying to locate an exit. She didn't hear sound to the back, on her left. She tried to turn, only to feel a hand, possibly with some fur on it, on her arm, which stayed there to keep her in place. She could hear the auctioneer begin to point out bids on her. Who knew what would happen to her?
Thread: Himeko & Lily

Leanne had heard about a special auction going on today and wanted to see just what was so special about it. She had left her estate and had her driver take her to the slave auction house. She had many slaves, but they were used to keep her estate up and keep her fed. Her slaves knew not to run, they were her cattle, but she never killed them. She was six foot eight in her normal form, but at night she was much bigger. Her pointed ears showed in the sunlight well through her long silver hair, her crimson eyes wondered down the street as she waited for her limo to arrive at the auction house. She was able to walk in the sun unlike any other vampire, she wasn't a pure bred though which was why. The limo finally arrived and the driver got out and opened her door. Here you go madam, would you like me to accompany you? She asked as Leanne got out and looked at her, No dear, just wait out here for me. We will be leaving once I make my purchase. She replied in her soft and seductive voice. She made her way inside the auction house and heard the auctioneer yelling out Sold! as a slave had been sold. When she heard about the human that had been brought in she then knew this was the special slave that was mentioned. She would outbid everyone just so she could have the pretty little human, oh how this would be so much fun. She joined the crowed and heard the bids starting. Do I hear five thousand? Six thousand? Seven? Eight? The auctioneer called out as she kept upping her bid. The bottom feeders stopped at nine thousand and the higher ups stopped at thirty thousand, the royals stopped at forty-nine thousand, leaving her bid the highest at fifty thousand. Fifty thousand going once! Going twice! Sold to the vampire in the back! She yelled as the men took the girl off the stage and she then made her way back there to claim her prize.
Thread: Himeko & Lily

Ariadne was incredibly worried and confused as she heard the bids go by bit by bit. She had grown up not believing in fairytales, but she was almost positive that she felt claws on her arm. She tensed and bit down on the gag. She heard each bid. She wondered how people could pay this much for her. She heard the thousand go by. Then ten thousand. Twenty thousand. Thirty thousand. It seemed to drag on and on as the frightened girl awaited her fate. She had made her mind up that she would fight her master until her last breath. She had no thought on punishments she would receive for such actions, or on what possibly could buy her. She finally heard a loud sold! as someone outbid everyone at fifty thousand. She felt hands grab her, and she squirmed and protested through the gag as she was led off toward shower had bought her. She was sure she was stepping on feet, tails, something, as she was escorted through the crowd. She could see nothing. Soon, the men stopped. Your purchase, madam. Ariadne tensed. So, a female vampire had bought her? She didn't like the sound of that. Her idea of a vampire was that they couldn't go out in sunlight, they drank blood, etcetera. She hoped a vampire wouldn't spend fifty thousand dollars on a slave only to kill it. Would you like to keep her restrained? She's been a bit of a fighter. Ariadne was incredibly worried and confused as she heard the bids go by bit by bit. She had grown up not believing in fairytales, but she was almost positive that she felt claws on her arm. She tensed and bit down on the gag. She heard each bid. She wondered how people could pay this much for her. She heard the thousand go by. Then ten thousand. Twenty thousand. Thirty thousand. It seemed to drag on and on as the frightened girl awaited her fate. She had made her mind up that she would fight her master until her last breath. She had no thought on punishments she would receive for such actions, or on what possibly could buy her. She finally heard a loud sold! as someone outbid everyone at fifty thousand. She felt hands grab her, and she squirmed and protested through the gag as she was led off toward shower had bought her. She was sure she was stepping on feet, tails, something, as she was escorted through the crowd. She could see nothing. Soon, the men stopped. Your purchase, madam. Ariadne tensed. So, a female vampire had bought her? She didn't like the sound of that. Her idea of a vampire was that they couldn't go out in sunlight, they drank blood, etcetera. She hoped a vampire wouldn't spend fifty thousand dollars on a slave only to kill it. Would you like to keep her restrained? She's been a bit of a fighter.