Calyxxx
Supertramp
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- Apr 7, 2005
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OOC:
I know it's been done, I'd like to give a try to this particular SRP, though. Thanks for any interest.
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The platform was surrounded by people. Men and women both, crowded around, talking to each other and fanning themselves. The hot July sun beating down, drying the earth enough so that dust was kicked into the air with every step of a foot. The situation looked normal enough, until you took a second glance. Then you could notice something...something quite obvious now that it was noticed.
She stepped onto the platform, eyes downcast, ankles and wrists shackled. Her pale, creamy skin shining brilliantly in the sun. The man who had led her onto the stage pushed a finger under her chin to raise her head.
"Keep your head up, girl." he snarled at her and moved to the podium at the front corner of the platform.
Her eyes scanned the crowd quickly before she let them fall again. So many people, some of them staring, others not caring. They had seen it all day, naked men and woman, shackled all the same, prodded onto the stage to be mulled over before someone decided they were worthy to be purchased, or not. A slave auction was quite similar to most other conventional auctions.
Her hair fell down over her shoulders, and spilled down to brush her hips. The darkness of it was quite a contrast to her pale skin, and complimented her deep grey eyes perfectly.
Strangely, she was not nervous. She thought she would, but like the times before, she found herself to be quite calm. Born into this strange world some 19 years ago, she was quickly sold at the young age of 5 to a trainer. A man who had not bothered to give her a name, but taught her the proper ways to act when she grew up and became the property of a true Master. The trainer however, was forced to sell half of his slaves after racking up a substantial gambling debt. So again, she was sold, brought to the auctions. This time to a trainer who called her four, as she was the fourth slave he had bought that day.
Now, here she was again, a fully trained slave, waiting in the hot sun as she was told to turn around, kneel, bend, and walk. The bidding started soon enough, and finally ended. A chain was attached to the shackles binding her wrists together and she was led off the stage, down to the holding area to be claimed by her new Master.
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OOC:
The role of a Master has been filled, I'll leave it up to him as to whether he'd like more slaves or not. Feel free to read along and pm with comments!
I know it's been done, I'd like to give a try to this particular SRP, though. Thanks for any interest.
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The platform was surrounded by people. Men and women both, crowded around, talking to each other and fanning themselves. The hot July sun beating down, drying the earth enough so that dust was kicked into the air with every step of a foot. The situation looked normal enough, until you took a second glance. Then you could notice something...something quite obvious now that it was noticed.
She stepped onto the platform, eyes downcast, ankles and wrists shackled. Her pale, creamy skin shining brilliantly in the sun. The man who had led her onto the stage pushed a finger under her chin to raise her head.
"Keep your head up, girl." he snarled at her and moved to the podium at the front corner of the platform.
Her eyes scanned the crowd quickly before she let them fall again. So many people, some of them staring, others not caring. They had seen it all day, naked men and woman, shackled all the same, prodded onto the stage to be mulled over before someone decided they were worthy to be purchased, or not. A slave auction was quite similar to most other conventional auctions.
Her hair fell down over her shoulders, and spilled down to brush her hips. The darkness of it was quite a contrast to her pale skin, and complimented her deep grey eyes perfectly.
Strangely, she was not nervous. She thought she would, but like the times before, she found herself to be quite calm. Born into this strange world some 19 years ago, she was quickly sold at the young age of 5 to a trainer. A man who had not bothered to give her a name, but taught her the proper ways to act when she grew up and became the property of a true Master. The trainer however, was forced to sell half of his slaves after racking up a substantial gambling debt. So again, she was sold, brought to the auctions. This time to a trainer who called her four, as she was the fourth slave he had bought that day.
Now, here she was again, a fully trained slave, waiting in the hot sun as she was told to turn around, kneel, bend, and walk. The bidding started soon enough, and finally ended. A chain was attached to the shackles binding her wrists together and she was led off the stage, down to the holding area to be claimed by her new Master.
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OOC:
The role of a Master has been filled, I'll leave it up to him as to whether he'd like more slaves or not. Feel free to read along and pm with comments!
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