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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 11:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 12:22 am
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Allen messed with his hair in the car as he hated how he had combed it now that he saw it in the mirror. He got out, the bottom of the left pant leg of his suit tear slightly, he growled in slight frustration at this. This was not his best day and he was in a bit of a bad mood, but it was that bad mood that finally spurred him to stop delaying this and find his slave. He adjusted his suit a bit, he wished he could have worn something more casual but he was just out of a meeting with the directors, his next stop was Africa in a few days. He closed the door and stared at the door to the shop, smiling softly at it he got around the car and walked in, looking around at the cages, it was a shame to see such cages for such beautiful women, but he knew that was how things worked around here. After a moment of scanning around, he began to survey the shop from cage to cage.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 2:14 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 2:38 am
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Ryu sat in his dirty, too-small cage, tossing a tennis ball against the wall his "home" was situated next to. After an hour or so of his monotonous game, he caught the ball and laid it by his side. He slid down the length of the cage and laid on his back, staring up at the same dull gray canopy of his prison cell. His large, deep blue eyes searched the cold metal for any signs of something new, something to break the truly sikening sameness that surrounded him. He'd been here for what seemed like years, though he knew only a mere few scant weeks had passed since he had been captured. He thought back on that day and grinned. He had taken out three of the guards before they had injected him with some type of sleep-inducing drug. They had stripped him of his clothes and cut his long, dark brown hair short; then they had garbed him in mere rags, already torn and used from their previous owner before stuffing him in this cage like an animal. He chuckled. "That's exactly what I am," he said out loud to himself in his deep voice that had once been gentle and kind, but had turned gruff over the past month, "Nothing more than an animal now." The strange thing was, even though he still craved to be free, he was okay with his fate, wanting only to be taken out of here.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 3:19 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 3:54 pm
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