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Thread: Dox and Breeze cont.

Dox could only smile at the soft hug she gave him, and that smile broadened until his ears drooped gently with pleasure at the sight of cloths. His cloths that she had made for him. It made him surprisingly extremely happy but then he caught sight of that sad look in her eyes. He hated to leave her in such a sad state, but he had to do what was necessary after all. Before they left, he gave her one final stroke upon her soft ears before leaving the sanctity of her room and Dox once more crawled into that cold spot inside of him and regained the demeanor that was proper for an animal. It was terribly depressing to leave the little kitten's company, but there was no other choice, and after they arrived at Ki's door Dox wanted nothing more than to hug her and kiss her cheek gently but he could not do so. She opened the door, and instead of finding Ki in her bed or behind the desk the sound of the shower could be heard, and carefully though as Dox could see grudgingly, breeze and left him at last. Dox suddenly found himself lost in thought as he looked around the room and silently moved towards her desk thinking about how warm Breeze felt against his body, and the feel of her hugging him. He realized suddenly that if he still knew how to cry he would be doing so now but the only feeling he could express was a look of such utter fatigue that it made his ears droop. He was so very tired of the games, of playing chest with his body and every day being reminded of just how much pain he could withstand and how long and hard he had been tortured to gain such abilities. His deep thoughts were probably the reason for not hearing her approach the bathroom door and instead hearing the knob turn and click before the door opened. His body was still slightly slouched from his own wariness, and ears drooped with fatigue when he heard her walking out, and found that he was currently fingering a delicate crystal glass due to the feel of it's cool surface and odd cut. She would see him straighten, the corded muscles along his body slowly straining and growing rigid and his ears rising before pasting back in the mannerism of a predator before he slowly turned to her and gave her the same disdainful look he had reserved just for her. Let her wonder at what had brought on such a moment of pure emotion for a while to come, she would never see that side of his affection.
Thread: Dox and Breeze cont.

Closing the door behind Dox, that was where Breeze stood for the longest time. Longer then she should have, and she knew it. But really, she couldn't help herself. Every moment of not knowing what that woman was doing to him was killing her. Finally she forced herself away from the door. She had promised Dox. To keep herself busy, she make him another set of clothes, and then the best food he had eaten in his entire life! She'd make his smile, and then maybe the could forget his scars. When Ki did finally step out of the shower, she was not at all suprised to see Dox their in her room. She was wrapped up tightly in a towel, another one in her hands, drying her hair as she slowly approached. Her additude was a little bit different. It was more mad today. She was still stewing about the situation, what exactly she was going to say. To be honest, she had yet to come up with anything at all that she really liked. She had nothing to use against this man. He had no weaknesses, physically or mentally, and their was no one besides himself she could toy with. Yes, it certainly wasn't a situation she liked, at all. Hello, Dox. You're looking quite nice today. she purred softly, rubbing one of her ears gently with the towel. I'm sure little Breeze is going to have dreams about that for the rest of her life, though. she said, motioning toward his body. I suppose I should get you something to wear...but it's useless. I have no need for you to wear clothing. She sighed, coming to a stop with several feet between them. Breeze will just have to suffer...It's about time she learned of the man's anatomy anyways. I think I've decided to make her a breeder. I'll have her with child by next month. Ki was smiling pleasantly at this thought. Of course, she did not know of any connection between Dox and Breeze, so if this got a rise out of him...well, she knew exactly what she was going to do. Of course, she didn't assume he would react at all. Why would he be interested in such a little kitten anyways?
Thread: Dox and Breeze cont.

Dox wanted to slap her for that, but he was not sure weather or not she was serious or just trying to needle him. His temper in this situation was his enemy, and he could show no concern for Breeze in the least but knew deep down that showing no affiliation would be the best course. If all else failed, he could always kill Ki, and anyone else necessary and then disappear with Breeze. He knew of a few places no slaver would dare go no matter how much anyone was willing to pay. With someone like Ki it was best to act out that cold part that he hated within himself, but was so necessary to his survival he maintained it out of that instinct. If need be, he'd shed blood for Breeze too but now was not the time for temper. Now was the time to act and think like the animal that he had become out of need. Two mistress's prior attempted to mate me for children to be raised for slaves. He murmured with a quiet undertone that hinted the hostility he showed to everyone. She tortured me for a long time for not getting hard for her. That statement might have been understood as an affiliation with Breeze, but he knew she had read his record and it was actually the answer to why that particular mistress was killed in the way she had been. It was a particularly gruesome death that stated entailed the woman being of extreme over weight thrown out of the second story window of her torture chamber, and subsequently not dying from the fall being killed by every piece of torture furniture she owned being tossed at her from the legs up until she was dead. My children will never be the product of rape get. He stated flatly, but unintentionally a streak of grief colored his words for the first time in front of her. But then I will never live to have any. He hadn't meant to show her that, but he couldn't take it away from her. As sadistic as she was, it was highly unlikely she would torture children to get his attention as that had been specifically banned by the slaver's association but even though that could be bribed out it had become distasteful and some slavers lost business if it was found out they acted in such ways. And although certain tortures were also banned, most of the slavers simply paid off the bribe to quiet it. But he had made a mistake in trying to protect breeze by leading her away. He showed her that there was something left of a soul in him, and that meant there was some kind of weakness somewhere but at least she knew not where.
Thread: Dox and Breeze cont.

Ki listened carefully to his words. It was the most he had said to her thus far. She raised one eyebrow, looking at him with a curious expression before she smiled again. Well, she was finally getting something out of him. You have absolutly no need to worry, Dox. I am not going to be using you for any sort of breeding. Though I'm sure your offspring would make wonderful slaves. And I bet a mix of dog and cat would be a hit in the market. Still, that is not my intention for you. Besides, I wouldn't want you hurting any of my girls. Breeze, I already have a fine specimen set up for her. I'm afraid you won't be under her care much longer. Ki sighed and simply shrugged the matter off, turning and slowly walking to her bed, taking a seat on the edge and discarding the towel she had been using to dry her hair. His voice had seemed to crack as he spoke of children of his own. Her eyes glistened with excitment. Maybe she could hurt him there. She knew the law well but she disobeyed rules all the time. She had the budget to do so. It was perfectly okay. Of course, she didn't know if it applied to all children, or just ones of his own flesh and blood. Oh well. She had plenty of time to find out. He was hers. She would just have to put up with the fact that he wasn't going to do anything she said until she could discover something besides giving him his freedom. Well, Dox... she began again, standing suddenly. I have a few jobs for you. Now, I didn't originally intend to have you doing and labor but for the time being I need something for you to do besides just sitting around. In the basement I have some things I want you to move for me. By some things she meant a lot of things, heavy things. This job would probably take him at least four hours, and she wasn't planning on giving him any help. I'll lead you to the basement, then. she said, already heading for the door and expecting him to follow.
Thread: It smells soooo bad...

My cat just took a shit in the next room and OMG. D It smells so horrible. listulistu
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Sounds like you need some cat litter and a fuckload of fabreeze 3 iza even though you hate me.
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So much for fucking odorless cat litter. And I don't hate you. You just irritate me. listulistu
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It really smells that bad? lol What did you feed him?
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Meow Mix? listulistu
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Hm..that doesn't usually cause an oder. Maybe it got a hold of something it wasn't supposed to eat, or it could be getting sick.
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She seems fine. She's outside playing right now. Maybe she killed a bird and ate it? listulistu
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That is a large possibility.
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-Sings offkey- SMELLY CAT! SMELLYCAT! WHAT ARE THEY FEEDING YOU!?!?!?
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Hmm I bet it doesn't smell as bad as puppy poop or dog dierria..Dx..have had that to many times in my room..so fucking smelly
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I'm so glad my dog never gets diarrhea. xx
Thread: Can you laugh at this ?

Connor Hawke, the Green Arrow or rather the second in the legacy, sat a top the small roof of the church that night. His eyes peering out into the darkness with his custom bow slung over his shoulder, his quiver fully loaded with his famous trick arrows. Not one to kill any opponent if he does not have to he developed a large variety of arrows that did different things. Some of them would explode into fireworks, others turned into boxing gloves like in the old cartoons, some were nets, and others well, others could be any number of things. He was watching over the streets of the city that he had come to love, Seattle. The city his father had protected and the city that he had chosen to protect. He sighed and stretched a little as he finally saw something worth his time. Street level crime, he had recently left the Justice league as the scale was too much for him. Watching a man get mugged Connor smiled and slid from the roof top of the church. As his feet glided across the roof he pulled his bow into his left hand and an arrow into his right. This arrow was a punch out arrow. Notching the arrow into the string he drew it back and fired. He watched as the end of the roof came abruptly and he dropped to the ground to spring towards the assailant. The arrow flew through the air at the man, with a loud pop as the glove extended from the enclosed tip of the arrow. When the mugger heard the pop he looked up, right into the bright red material of the boxing glove. Connor almost had to laugh, if he had a sign that said pow he would have held it up and laughed his own ass off. Walking the last ten or fifteen feet to the now unconscious mugger he chuckle. Serves you right. The victim, had already fled.
Thread: Can you laugh at this ?

Harlequin whistled idly to herself as she spun downwards on the line that was attached to the roof of a very nice jewelry store to the door, the dangling bells on her hat jingling softly in the breeze. She set foot on the steps leading up to the door and grinned, eyes glowing and wide with excitement. Her huge mallet rested on her shoulder, unreal in the way that her slender frame carried it so easily. With no regard to who or what might be around, she slams the hammer right through the glass, gripping the handle and swinging her body in, rolling on the head of the mallet to skip over the shattered window laying on the floor. The alarm screamed in protest, alerting police, fireman and easily audible to anyone within range, but her grin never faded. She only swayed lazily through the store, as if browsing, smashing the case open on anything she found particularly shiny and valuable. The jewels were stuffed into a simple brown bag attached at her hip by a thin belt. Her free hand balanced her weapon while the other snatched up what she could, and she was heading for the safe by the time police lights started flashing outside the building. She let out a soft giggle, the white paint covering the bottom half of her face creasing slightly. A black mask hid the rest of her features, and thick blonde hair was tucked up inside of a red and black jester's hat that matched her costume- so tight it seemed painted on, soft leather boots coming up to mid-calf, and a frilly white collar that stuck out over her shoulders, framing her chin. Oh, my. Harlequin purred, looking left to right, tapping her chin with a single finger. Police rushed in, guns raised, flashlights spotted on her, making her squint just slightly. One of them screamed at her to drop her weapon, and she only put a hand to her ear as if the alarm was a little too loud. Her fingers danced on the handle of her cartoonish mallet before she lifted it over her head, slamming it to the ground with such force the foundation seemed to shake- but nothing happened. As one of the police began to chuckle, thick purple smoke exploded, cloaking the room and bringing coughs and cries from the officers. Harlequin slid in between them, leaving her weapon behind, dented into the floor, while she danced into the street unseen, rushing into the next alley to climb and flip upwards onto the fire escape, bag of stolen goods now slung over her shoulder. Such a slender figure hid sleek muscles of a gymnast or, more appropriately, circus performer as she seemed to be. Once on the roof she turned to watch the police scatter into the road, confused and angry- and purple. As the smoke did have a tendency to stain clothes. She chuckled and flopped down in place, rifling through her bag to see what all she'd obtained.
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The screaming alarm and the sirens of the police cars kind of made Connor wonder why he was not there yet. Scaling a small ladder up the side of a building he saw the red and blue lights. Taking off across the roof tops he headed for the trouble. His bow already in hand when he reached the closest roof he could find. The purple gas had just begun to billow out of the building, and a young looking petite female had taken off away from the cops and the building. He smirked and pulled out one of his net arrows as he watched her scale a fire escape. He decided to get himself a little closer and make sure he didnt miss. Getting to where there was one building roof top between the two of them he notched his arrow. Leveling the bow he drew back and fired. The arrow flew straight. It was on its mark when the loud pop was again heard. This time a large net exploded towards the new villain he was after. After he had fired the arrow he ran towards her, he was half way to her when the net fired out. His eyes watched both the ground and to see if the net would do its job. He was fast, and he knew if she ran she wouldnt be able to get too far ahead of him.
Thread: Can you laugh at this ?

Harlequin jumped a little at the sound of the pop, turning in her seat to see the arrow flying at her. She spun and rolled onto her back and hands, stretching her body out into a cartwheel, flipping away from the net that exploded out of the arrow, eyes wide as the net enveloped her bag of goodies. Heeeey! She whined, spinning on her heel to see who it was that had attacked her. Now look what you did! She wailed, her accent making her voice squeak slightly. She placed her hand on her hips and hitched her weight to one side, glaring at the man without really realizing he was coming closer. She opened her mouth to talk again before her eyes went wide once more. Mista Jay's gonna come after you! She squealed, turning on her heel, scooping up the netted bag and leaping to the next rooftop, stumbling a bit before breaking into a run, at the next rooftop she found a pipe curving over the roof and stretching to the ground. She bent and grabbed it with one hand, body arching in the air as she flipped, sliding down the pipe to the ground and running into the back alley, where she found a dead end. Skidding to a stop, her body slumped slightly as she heaved a sigh. Of course. She pouted and stamped her foot, looking back to the person chasing her. These are for Mista Jay! You can't have them! From seemingly nowhere she pulled out a pie with a wick sticking out of the middle. I'm warnin' you! You better stay back!
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Growling as the net only got the bag he groaned as she took off in a run. He followed her on the rooftops and down the pipe. He landed as she skidded to a halt. Brushing off his clothes a little he looked at her from under that small band that covered his eyes. He smirked as she pulled out the pipe with the wick. Mista Jay, as you so call him wont be getting shit. He was a little perturbed at the fact that he had missed. He eyed the little woman ahead of him and drew three arrows, two nets and a glove. Though no one could tell what they were by looking at them. He smirked and notched them all at the same time. Well miss, I think I will go ahead and ignore your warning. He smirked and looked at her. The arrows had a purpose, each one of them. One was for the pipe, one net to distract her or catch her it didnt matter, and the glove to hopefully knock her out. He smirked and pulled the string back. The question really is what do these pretty little things do. He said with a smirk and let his fingers loosen off the taut string. Twang Said the bow as the three arrows volleyed towards her. The two nets exploding louder then the pop from the glove which was the middle arrow. He smirked and then knelt drawing a firework arrow in case he had missed.
Thread: Can you laugh at this ?

Harlequin threw the pie towards him just as his arrows burst, on hitting the pie in midair, a little explosion that sent banana cream filling and crust everywhere, while his other arrows hit dead on- her net ensnaring her body and trapping her arms to her sides, the punching glove smacking her in the forehead just as she opened her mouth to scream. She wobbled on her feet for a moment before swaying and falling backwards to the ground, head spinning as she fought to keep conscious. She gave a soft groan before passing out, murmuring something or other under her breath. Sorry for the shortness D Not much to do with an unconscious character xD
Thread: Can you laugh at this ?

Smiling as he took the firework arrow and placed it back in the quiver. He stood up tall putting the bow on his back before he walked up to the unconscious young woman. Picking up the netted bag of jewelry he smiled and tossed it towards the street knowing the cops would be combing the area. As for Harlequin, Connor had another small plan up his sleeve. With a smile he picked her up still in the net and unconscious and climbed back up the pipe they slid down on. Carefully he reached the roof top and started walking towards the apartment he used as a cover house. He sighed the walk was a long one from here, thirty minutes easy. This would teach him for not riding the motorcycle every night. As he carried her he smirked at the ideas running through his head about this young woman, bound now in his arms. The walk took a little over thirty minutes and Connor jumped through the open window that looked out onto the roof of his building. He had the pent house, part of the perk of being a super hero, a little added money. Getting inside her loosed the net and found a couple of his dress ties. Knowing the way to tie a knot he put her in a kitchen chair and bound her wrists behind her and her ankles to the chair. He sat down with a bottle of whiskey and watched her.
Thread: Can you laugh at this ?

Within a few minutes, a similar groan fell from her lips, and Harley Quinn woke to find herself slumped in the chair with her limbs bound, knees pressed together, head hanging forward. She could only see his feet at first, but as she sat up she glared at the man who'd foiled her robbery and been rather rude in the process. Her eyes narrowed as she tugged at her binds, struggling with a little growl. This ain't the big house. Who are you and why are you drinkin'? Ain't you got some more hero-duty tonight? She huffed, sitting up straight and proud as best she could, lifting her chin. The bells on the tips of her hat jingled incessantly as she writhed and wiggled in the chair- but the knots were just too perfect, and she had no way of reaching spare weapons and whatnot tucked into various places on her costume. You betta let me go! She hissed. Mista Jays gonna be so mad when he realizes I'm missing! But would he? She'd been in situations worse and less weird than this..and he'd never really come looking for her, had he? With that thought she quieted and slumped back in her seat, pouting and keeping her eyes off the Hero person in front of her. D I can't believe I misspelled her name xD -lame-
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He watched her and laughed as her bells rang. You know, youre too cute to be a psychopath, why are you so obsessed with this Mister J, fellow? He asked calmly sitting at the table watching her slump back. He smiled and held the bottle up to her. I am not drinking, and I am not the only one watching the sleepy Seattle streets, the whiskey was to coax you to talk. He smiled a little bit as he moved his chair closer. He looked at her painted face, down her slender neck, over the skin tight costume she wore all the way to her ankles. You dont really seem like the bad girl type, and Ive met my fair share of them. He said as he set the bottle on the table. But then again what member of the league hasnt dealt with every Villain in the universe. He smiled at her. I am the Green Arrow. He said introducing himself. And you cutie, who might you be? He said with a smile and a wink. He was always high spirited and being in his position he was given leeway with the law, or this would be kidnapping. He smiled and chuckled at the thought. Forewarning i'm playing the good guy, damn my principles.
Thread: Can you laugh at this ?

Harley debated clamming up at his professing the reason for the whiskey, pursing her lips and lifting her chin again. A little shiver raced up her spine when his gaze traveled down her body- it'd been a long time since someone had taken the time to look at her. Pearly white teeth worried at her lip and looked up at him, brow furrowed. If I don't seem so bad why you got me tied up? She pouted, looking down her nose at him indignantly. Green Arrow, huh? She sniffed, shrugging her shoulders slightly. Harley Quinn. Don't pretend like you ain't heard of me! Me and Mista Jay are quite infamous. She nodded in agreement with herself and rocked backwards in the chair, balancing on just the back legs, sighing softly. And I'm tellin' you, if you don't let me go..It's gonna be curtains. She grinned, tilting her head back as she let out a laugh. So let me outta this chair at least, I could use a drink myself.