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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 9:50 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 4:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 9:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 5:33 am
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Cyan shot up and stumbled backwards. The small pup had alarmed him, and the booming voice of the slave master was as bone chilling as nails on a chalkboard. He tossed a worried glance towards his new, well, "slave buddy".
Wait, they can choose more than one? That's not really that fair...
Cyan sighed in disgust. He didn't like to be someone's worker or plaything, whether the owner be human or otherwise. The iron bands around his wrists and ankles, and those of the man next to him, released. A guard of trade walked over, and held Cyan and the other man at gunpoint until the owner was announced. Cyan scanned the room for anyone remotely disgusting, and hoped that none of them were his owner.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 6:30 pm
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Cyan and the other man began walking slowly down the windowed hall, chains clinking and clanging about. He was in front of the other man, and shot a quick whisper backwards.
"I don't get it, that guy looked completely harmless... I though the people who bought us were supposed to be crooks or, like, wierdos..."The guard to Cyan's left jabbed him with his elbow.
"Shut 'yer yap, mutt. I don't wanna hear any talking," the guard slurred. Cyan shut up; he knew he couldn't fight, let alone take on three to four guards. He awaited for a response from the other man, but when the reached the transport docks, he assumed the other man didn't want to speak.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 6:56 pm
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Cyan glanced at the other man and nodded. He spoke softly, as note to agitate the maid by any means. "Yeah, I understand. No one likes getting beat up, ha. Anyways, um... I'm Cyan Howlett, or just Cyan's fine. I'd shake your hand, but uh..." Cyan lightly shook the rings he was bound to. He glanced around the kitchen. It was actually a very nice place, higher quality ad technology than his old house. In fact, the kitchen itself was larger than his old house. He gently kicked the cupboards in disgust. "Yeah.. so, well, you are?"
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