[RP] Slave Market

Name: Amelia Pond
Age: 18
Personality: Quiet, shy, sly.

Name: Eiress Dolon
Age: Twenty years old
Personality: Aggressive, sharp, and straight forward.

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Name: Isolde Hastings
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: shy, reserved, submissive

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Amelia moves around in her cage, with the chains clanking a bit. She's been here for a while now and wasn't completely sure what was going to happen. Where was she? What was going to happen? Darting her eyes around the room she looked and looked for possible ways to escape, she didn't find any. Seeing all the men look at her each day disgusted her cause, she knew what they were looking for. Sighing a bit she sat back against her cage, wondering when she would get out of here. Her long black hair falling down over her face, as she put her knees to her chest setting her chin on them, staring at the others with her hazil eyes, lost in though.

Name: Irina
Age: 17
Personality: Stubborn, Brave, Witty

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Screams and yelling could be heard as Irina was wrestled back into her cage and locked down securely, but she wasn't the one screaming. One of the 'handlers' had some makeshift knife buried in his shoulder, and it was bleeding profusely. "Damn you, you wretched whore!" he screamed, pulling the knife out of his shoulder and walking away, ranting that they should have killed her a long time ago. Irina smiled and sighed in content, sitting on the hard stone floor.

To the corner of the room, shackled inside one of many steel cages sat a feminine figure. This figure sat in the middle of her cage straight-facing the caged door since day one. Starting with the first day she had kept the same spot in silence and stillness. Many mistaken her as just a display, until this day that particular slave had finally made her first movement. Rising from countless months of the sitting position, she broke away from the cobwebs that latched to her thickly snow white curls. Like the first time walking her joints popped into place stretching them out by walking over to the cell's door. Her chains dragged behind her as she approached the front of the cage. This doll like female was known as Eiress, but no one cared for names unless one was important. A slave was nothing but a mere toy for those who wanted them. Eiress pressed a single finger against the hard cold steel. She let her finger trailed along leaving a clean line. Observing what dust clung to the tip she eyed it closely. What particles floated among these rooms, she found it fascinating by there ways of slumber. They blanketed almost the whole room, only places where no one has touched. There was always so much to explore, but she was limited in this cage. What Eiress had developed by now was an imagination, and a very good one at that. At times she'd close her eyes and wildly it took her to places no other has been. People called this being crazy, but she simply called it entertainment. Her fingers curled around the steel while she let her thoughts rush in. For months she had sat thoughtless and it brought her a great refresh having to fill her mind with new ones. In the mean time, silence was at peace with her unlike other misfortunate slaves. Still unowed her neck had the pleasure of keeping bare as well as her wrist. Eiress might as well be thankful but there was so much she yearned to observe outside the wall. Clenching her thin white dress had been a shock to her that it still lived up to it's name in as being pure. When a woman wore white she was pure just as Eiress had still been, a virgin, for now. It would hard to keep it that way and this too she was thankful for. Through out the other cages her eyes wondered now, but she only took short glimpses from those who were trapped inside. What were their stories? Who did they survive? Then again God was the only one she could think of that knew their time well. But was there such a god when he could be help all come at peace. Disposing this thought she'd never bring his name to thought again unless other wise. Now a new thought had come to mind, when would be her time?

Isolde sat in her cage, listening to the other slaves’ movements, some demanded to be freed and fought against the guards, and other cried and begged. It seemed that there were many different ways that they tried to cope with the situation they had found themselves in. Isolde however, just sat there in silence, her back was leant against the bars of her cage, and her long blonde hair pulled forward over her shoulder. She stroked it slowly, she knew what it was to be a slave, and she had been born one and knew the cruelty of masters.

She shifted slightly, the chains around her ankles jingled lightly, the cuffs cutting tightly into her soft skin, and she winced lightly and paused. She had never before been forced to wear shackles, her previous master had ruled his slaves with fear, even to talk to running would see your life ended. Isolde knew her life was worthless; she was just a tool to be used.

Sighing she reached out and rearranged her black and white dress; it was short and showed off her long legs, their pale skin was now marked with dirt. She brushed off the dust that had settled on her black sleeves and reached down to rub her ankles lightly, doing her best to soothe the red welts.

Amelia noticed all the other girls moving. She wondered if any of them would talk, she heard the door open and saw a male walk in, she sat quiet and watched, as she saw one female be picked and taken. She was glad that she wasn't it. She knew that if she were taken it'd be her third one and she didn't want to leave. Having food and staying locked up would of been better then being torture and punished if taught wrong. But, what was she kidding she'd have a better life if she got picked by some rich guy and taken away. Moving some she noticed the owner leave and leaned across to the other side of her cage moving herself. Her back leaned against the cage not really looking at the others as she dared to start speaking while it was free. " Hello.. is anyone alive?" She asked softly and lowly wondering if anyone would respond or if they were to scared. Shutting her eyes she simply listened for any kind of sound, also listening for people to come in.

Viktor walked into the slave market with the intent of getting a new batch of slaves due to his previous slaves dying of an ill sickness, the ill sickness being the Venom that he passed into the course of their veins in which he didn't care because they died and weren't able to handle his venom. Yes the fact that he had done this was illegal but he cared little for the rules placed in this city, back in his time he was nearly the most powerful thing to exist human wise but now he has to follow the rules of a young vampire leader who was barely even half is age. Releasing a soft sigh he looked around with his hands sitting warmly in his pockets he looked around at the slaves with little interest of getting any male slaved but wanted female ones simply because he can ask then to do things like cook, clean, and keep the others contained and in their place. Wearing an all black suit with a white undershirt he had black shoes showing exactly how high he was just from the way he dressed and held himself. Scanning his blue eyes through the female cages he watched all of them closely to see which ones he might want to purchase and to see which ones looked willing to do what he asked. His former slaves couldn't so he'd need new ones to keep up his home while he was away so any that he could see that could handle that he would take into his home and treat them with the most respect he could offer them.

Irina looked at the young looking vampire scanning the cages, and she raised an eyebrow at his fancy attire. Rich, obviously.... she thought to herself, and winced when she saw the sign hanging above her cage, knowing that it wasn't exactly the most attractive description of herself. But, she watched carefully to see if he would look her way...

Viktor looked around the room then noticed a very ill looking slave who seemed to be eyeing him back which seemed most interesting due to the fact that she seemed almost fearless while looking at him, walking towards her cage he looked directly into the darkness of her cage. Irina was her name or so it seemed from the title of her cage but not feeling like doing any of the introduction he just skipped over it and bought the girl just by signaling the man then caged door opened up, then stepped back and looked towards the other woman with a slight bit of interest towards them. Looking at them quickly he gestured to the man once more to open the cage to the two other woman but this was just if they wanted to come. If they.didn't wish to be his or not, he wasn't the type to force anything upon anyone. Human, nor Vampire but looking back at Irina then back towards the two cages he awaited to see whether or not the two would come or stay in this filthy place and continued to be mistreated by the workers, other slaves, or other rude masters.

Noctis approached the entrance of the market, he shook his head at the sight but continued walking anyway. The gate doors of the large market held two large men standing before them, they stood as guards, big and tough-looking and they would spot an escaping slave and kill them on sight.. They had probably taken and used multiple slaves before. If unrecognizable it was very hard for the average person to get past these two.. And although somewhat new to openly classifying himself as a Vampire, Noctis was becoming a very known, very dangerous creature among supernatural beings as a whole. Normally he wouldn't even be the type to take in slaves, he had heard most of his peers when referring to slaves and how useful they were. When taken in by a master they would follow any order given without question most of the time, but that never compelled the man to seek one out for himself. Not until a close friend of his had told him the potential of one well trained, Noctis commonly got into fights he could not finish due to blood-loss and multiple opponents, but if he had a continuous stream of blood from one of those human hearts. He could very well do whatever he pleased without worry of recourse...

He walked into the market, his eyes scanned the room in mere moments, his enhanced vision picked up most of the descriptions of the opening line-up of slaves. Most looked to worthless for purchase.. His eyes might have moved to quickly, he'd have to pick apart the descriptions on each cage to find his intended one. He already knew.. He'd come for a girl, and he definitely wanted a virgin or at least a calm one.

Isolde shivered as she heard footsteps heading down the hall, more buyer's it seemed. She sighed and lowered her face, she had always been taught to never look a master in the face unless requested. Her blonde locks fell to cover her face as she waited for them to pass. Her back was still to the front of the cage and she knew it was unlikely that she would be chosen. Though some found her pretty to look at she wasnt really all that good at domestic tasks such as cooking an cleaining, and most masters wanted a slave that was able to perform all tasks, not just one that was easy on the eye.

She could hear cage doors being opened yet she did not move, she had spent her life as a slave and knew that to make any move that was not a direct order from her master could result in many painful punishments. She say still, her back was straigh and her shoulders back, her head still lowered.

Irina stood up quickly, dusting off her skimpy, torn dress, and quickly followed her new master without question. She wondered what sort of fate awaited her with this man, and she was determined to find out. Irina just took one glance at him and knew he wasn't like most masters. He looked...classier.

Eiress had moved from the cell's door taking a corner of her cage. Head titled back, her eyes observed the webs spun by spiders how had come and gone. Interested by it's silk like form she couldn't resist than extend his finger tips. As she felt it's texture there was an interruptance by a familiar sound of a door opening. Her back had been turned to the male who had entered the room. Her ears twitched at the sound of his foot breaking her concentration fully. While some reached out and other hide Eiress stood head still tilted up toward her distraction. All that had gone through a mind of slave was whether they should be afraid. Most where, but could one at least see how extraordinary it was to have something differ from themselves. Eiress found all things interesting especially these creature whom roamed this state. Though, it couldn't be helped to wonder what else lived among the world. such things as big foot and the loch ness monster, were they really too? Lowering her hand from the web she brush any access webbing from her fingers and pulled what had still latched to her hair. If she walked around like this it would have been an embarrassment for any master or mistress. Grooming her self had nothing to do with the fact that a slave would be picked, but the fact that she'd liked to investigate what had visited her. To the webs in her hair and the dirt that speckled her skin she had brushed them away feeling anew. Lastly she had pulled all white locks to the first of her where it hung lower than her torso. Curling it's ends she began brushing her fingers through it. Her only brush, but it helped to keep hair from tangling which happened a lot of the time do to it's thickness. From her hair she plucked a single feather in wonder how it took it's place. The feather rose to her attention, finding what she was looking for all along. In the grooming progress she had found something more intriguing than a spiders web. This is why she had been cleaning herself in the first place. Between two fingers she held it up viewing it's white frills that sprung from both sides. How long had it been there? Finding it rather pretty she pushed it between the stoning of the wall where she had kept other treasures. One treasure how ever would always stay with her. remembering them she touched her earlobes where the white pearl staid. Do to her look and thick locks they hadn't seen she was wearing earning, so they weren't taken away from her like they had her bow and arrows. Missing them her shoulder slumber forward pressing her forehead against the wall. Little light was shown that day and every once and a while some peeked through the windows of the room. It shown today and was at it's brightest. casting down upon her face warmed her thoughts for her. It made her feel a little better about the situation, but she'd realized that a male was still roaming around. Eiress how completely forgot about this male and the suns light did a good job in keeping her from turning around. Even as more had entered she still continued with her eyes shut in the bit of sun ray that shone for her. Perhaps it was a good day unlike many dreadful ones.

Viktor looked at the other two cage door open up then watched as the other two hadn't moved an inch assuming he would personally have to call there names then he would do so then, shaking his head slowly he released a small sigh but he bought them so he planned on keeping them and to bring them with him. "Isolde, Eiress come. You've been placed under new ownership." With those words they should know well enough to follow their new master, he didn't expect them to follow instantly to his side but to follow him nonetheless regardless as to what they had to say about the matter. Watching the dirty men in this place Viktor felt like a God amongst ants being around these people but releasing a small huff he walked towards the door and awaited his slaves to follow after him or stay in this disgusting hold that seemed to be their home if they didn't want to follow him. He planned in giving them a better life, money, more power then the average human, new clothing, a secure home to live in and do as they please. "Come.." His final words before looking away from them and towards the door behind him, awaiting them to follow after him.

Isolde was surprised to hear the man’s voice speaking her name. She stood instantly, knowing the punishments that could arise did she not follow orders.

She stepped to the door of the cage as a guard came forth to unshackle her ankles, his hands ran over her legs and she flinched, knowing there was no real need for such contact but also knowing better then to react to such treatment. As he moved away she relaxed slightly and moved towards the doorway of the building. She could see the new master standing there waiting for his new purchases and she shivered slightly. Her back was still straight yet her eyes focussed on the ground, she really wasn’t even sure what the master looked like other than that he was quite well dressed.

She paused for a moment before him, she didn’t speak as she watched him move off, she followed behind him, her steps quiet as she moved, unsure of where she was even headed to.

Noctis was walking slowly he needed to watch for sudden movements, he was not one to hastily make a choice.. He needed to spot an oddity among many, the ones different were always either trouble or the best choice. He stopped at the cageof Eiress.. Aggressive?.. Odd for a slave definitely, somehow he hadn't noticed it when his eyes first glazed over the room.. Perhaps his eyes were not as trained when fixed on multiple things. "Tch.." He let out an annoyed sound followed by a light sigh and looked at the girl, her eyes were not in his direction but to the exact opposite.. He assumed it was normal for a slave to not look at their masters and merely respond when purchased but she seemed to be in a completely different world. He was as well.. Trying to determine her reasoning but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak he heard the voice of another.. Another thing he had missed? And not just mere words but a full body he hadn't counted, Viktor stood out among these men and in comparison to himself the man was in an entirely different class.. He knew him all to well to believe such a thing himself, Noctis smirked, he had heard of the slaves potential from this very man and who better to spot here and now? He approached him slowly, extending his hand for a shake, it was a formal greeting upon men he needn't do anything more for an intro, and he wanted that girl.. "Eiress..." He spoke, a minor pause after he said her name. "Let me have her instead?" He asked his former.

With her lids shut, the female's cheeks warmed by light. The sun had been so kind to her that she was able to experience many moods it gave to her along the way. In an open flied of fine cut grass she stood with her arms apart ready to hug the sun in whole, that was until her name was a called. Mistaken that the sun had called her name out she smiled slightly at sound of it ringing his ears. A passing cloud blankets the sun stealing her light and it was then she had realized it was only her imagination. confused as to who had called her name she turned fully to her cells door that was wide open. The cells men under locked her form her chains and pushed her out the cage. Stumbling forward she bumped into the male that must have come in right after. With out lifting her gaze she quickly bowed in apology. Eiress rubbed at her naked wrists as she trotted over to the door where she was sure it was him that called out her name. Before exited with the other two her eyes happened to look back to the cage she had been enclosed. Some how it didn't feel so refresh as she thought and with things all her treasure back in that wall a little smile appeared. Turning forward her expression turn blunt, straight forward, and seeking her master out once more. There wouldn't be must observing until he brought him back to his place. Until then all she observed what the back of his neck. Standing little parts away from the girls she eyed the front door where her world wanted her. Hearing her name again now just confused her. Was the world calling out to her too? No, her ears shift to the man she had bumped into when forced out of her cage. Eiress dared to eye them nor did her attention turn to either when they discussed their business.

Viktor looked at Noctis with a small smile towards the man who had changed his life, putting out his hand as well he placed a firm grip on the hand shake before releasing then looking towards his three newly bought slaves. "Step outside you three. I will be there in a couple of minutes but until then get to know each other, and Eiress? You'll be in charge until Mines and his talk is over, okay?" Viktor said in a calming voice so that she wouldn't feel threatened or anything of that matter but he did need them to become close with one another so encase of his absence then he wouldn't have to worry about them trying to kill each other or arguing over power between the three but also he wanted to create a sisterly bond between the three. A bond strong enough that eventually he wouldn't be able to break and with that he looked at Eiress once more with a friendly smile then pushed her gently towards the other two. "Go ahead." He whispered to her then looked towards Noctis once more, the two shared nearly everything but ten years, the only thing to separate the two in power. Viktor held an two inch height advantage over Noctis but Viktor didn't hold that over him most of the time. "Feeling at home?" Viktor asked while glancing at the three to make sure they were doing what he asked to but to make sure Eiress was doing what he asked of her.

Irina walked a ways away and made sure to stay near Eiress, so she wouldn't have to face punishment. "He doesn't appear to bad," she said simply to the other girls, watching her master speak with another man. "He atleast trusts us to stand a ways away, that says something..." Irina sighed and played with her brown hair, wanting him to hurry up. She was in need of a bath.

Isolde heard the master’s command and she moved to do as he wished. As she stepped outside she blinked as the harsh light blinded her, she had not been one of the lucky slaves with a window to her cell and because of this had spent much of her time in the dark. She was surprised at the intensity of the sun and she lifted her face, enjoying its warmth on her skin. She stepped to one side so as not to be standing in front of the doors and again lowered her eyes. Noticing some dust on her dress she brushed it off before bending to rub at her ankles, if nothing else she was relieved to finally have the shackles removed.

The other girls exited and they stood together, she heard one speak and she spoke, her voice soft in a hope that she would not be heard by the men inside,

”A slave that runs from their master is only running into the arms of death.”

She stood back up again but did not look at the girls she stood with.

"I was bought before, but promptly stabbed my master near death," she smirked at the memories. "As expected, i was brought back here, I am actually surprised I was bought, given my awful temper. But....he appears to be different than the rest..." Irina watched him carefully, wondering what the two men could possibly be talking about. Sometimes death is better than bondage... Irina thought to herself, but shook the depressing thoughts from her mind.

Eiress stumbled in a step when being pushed off to speak with the others. It was impossible for the particular female to speak among herself. However she did go over to the two and kept her lips clamped shut. Beside the two made her a little antsy when ever her gaze was over come by passing people and days light whispering for her to come near. Clenching the buttons of her white dress the young girl stared past the two other girls setting her sites on the busy world outside. They were all so free and lively through out each day. Eiress had never seen this which is why it had taken attention too right away. While the to talked or not, a sense of awe over came a beating heart this day. Behind her clenched hand she could feel a single pulse one around the other. Calm toward a display of a day work had done, that single beat pulled her to the clear glass window. Oddly as she looks leaning forward with her nose practically pressed against the window her eyes followed the human's feet moving vastly along sidewalks. As she stared her breath fogged the window which made workers eager to push her from the window but it was most likely the other masters who kept them from laying a hand on her.