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] Date Posted: 02:39:05 01/25/07 Thu It was amazing what kind of things could happen when you went on drunken benders in the middle of the night... Buuuuuuuuuuuut, that really has nothing to do with the idea at hand. You see, if by any chance of luck the teenager had managed to be out, getting drunk, he likely would've returned to his parents' house to get bitched out for parking the car at such an odd angle... ...On the Porch... ...Across the Street. As it stood, though, he lagged into the slave's quarters, picking out a bottom bunk to toss his meager amount of belongings he was so lucky to have snuck into the Mansion, and just so slightly past the more... ratty slaves. A picture, which he stuck on the 'roof' of his bed, created by the bed above it. It stuck nicely between one of the pieces of plywood and the mattress. Of course, the other personal article was slipped neatly onto the bed as he shanked off his old slave clothing, (Which, un-surprisingly enough, was of a slightly different hue than those issued within the mansion proper,) and replaced it with the newer, albeit slightly more bland pants and shirt. The necklace previously placed on the bed, was grabbed up, and put around his neck, stuffed under the shirt to help hide from accusing eyes. The clothing was neatly primped until it looked at least halfway nice, and then he moved for the window. At just the right time, one could see their reflection in it, and what stared back at the teenager gazing into it was of no particular surprise. Six feet tall, maybe. One hundred and seventy-five pounds and looking quite thin. The brown hair framing an almost pointed jaw with just a bit of scruff showing as signs of the long trip. His eyes were blue, and they gazed absently at the mouth, which was small, and almost look pursed. They were chapped, also a result of the long trip. Skin was made to sit out in the sun so it would turn a crisp tan that was more pleasing to the eye, and made it blend into the clothing better. The teenager swept a bit of hair from in front of his eyes, then decided, once that bit had went right back into place, that after his alotted hour's rest, he'd probably do well to show up and get a hair cut, shave, and maybe some bread. At least, that's what he'd assumed would be the best idea. Being one of the smaller, less special slaves to be traded around, made him little more than a blip on the radar, which is just how he liked it. As a blip, he was able to mess up occasionally, and get sick, and not have all the spotlight put on him. The last time he'd been sick, he'd gotten a whole week to himself! He'd heard that some of the more eyed slaves were hardly given such a chance. The blip moved from the window, to sit on his bed, hands folded neatly in his lap, as he waited for his hour to end. Absent-mindedly, his eyes wandered to gaze out the window, and the twilight sky. Night was soon upon him. ((Before somebody goes nuts, it's just Benny coming up with something on the fly :P)) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Seth [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 13:00:28 01/25/07 Thu It had been just under two hours. Seth had gotten antsy, and honestly it couldn't have been such a great deal to wait those extra fifteen minutes before he got cleaned up. The haircut had gone neatly enough. Now, with the hair cut to just about an inch and a half above his eyes, and then pushed back to help give it that swept away look. Of course, it was so short that it just managed to make it all stick up, but neatly so. He'd been shaved, and given a small kit with a much too dull razor (So as not to be able to slice someone with it,) and a small can of cream which was much too rough on his skin. Though, he could live with it. Idly, he brushed a stray cut hair from his shoulder, and once again looked in the window. The reflection was even more easily seen in the night, as there was no active sunlight to destroy it completely. the stare into his own face was fleeting, as he had work to do. Luckily, he didn't need to leave the room, as the slave quarters happened to be first on his list. He first grabbed the brush and bucket provided, and had filled previously with water and a bit of soap. He went to the corner, away from the door, and began scrubbing and cleaning the walls. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Shale [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:22:27 01/27/07 Sat slinking into the slave quarters Shale glances at the stranger cleaning the walls. amusement glimmering within pools of mismatched emerald and saphire. a smirk slowly raising to his lips at the thought of someone actually working. silent foot steps bring him closer still the hunter having become very good at hidding his bulk and brilliant coloration. only the flickering shadow of his twitching whip cord evidence of his arrival. * you do your masters bidding? * a purr within the youths tone no master but the cruelest even worth his attention and obediance. never had he touched hand to scrubbing either.. the chore surely reserved for females and the like. a shake of his mightly crania showing the disgust he felt for the very notion. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Seth [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 02:44:11 01/29/07 Mon Seth didn't look back. He didn't really need to, actually. He was more at home with the cleaning being his center of focus, though he could spare just a bit for the other. After all, it certainly didn't sound like he was the man in charge. So, it was amoment before he spoke, as he was concentrating particularly hard on one little spot on the wall. As he dunked the brush into the water and re-lathered it, he spoke. "Yep. 's what I do." The voice came with a bit of a drawl... like a Texan who'd spent a month too long in England. Very easy on the ears, and easy to understand. Just... odd. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |