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] Date Posted: 13:00:28 01/25/07 Thu In reply to: Seth 's message, ".Blip." on 02:39:05 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. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous 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 ] |