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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 3:41 pm
Drake Manor
Drake Manor is the estate which has been owned by the Drake family going back centuries. The house is large but not a mansion. It has three floors, and a full basment. Mostly housing the manor staff.
The First floor has a large stair case as you walk through the front door leading to the second level. To the left of the front door is the main parlor. Used for entertaing guests mostly.
To the right is the dinning hall. All the furniture is made of dark cherry and mahogany wood. there are many paintings around the hall of the Drake family.
Behind the stair case is the entrance to the basment and the sevent room.
The second floor has 12 bedrooms, 6 of which have on-suite bathrooms. In addition there are two bathrooms in the hall. The six rooms to the left of the stairs and six to the right.
There is a door at the top of the stairs that leads to the third level. That whole floor is Morgan's. No one is ever alowed to go there unless asked to. It is locked and only he and his house staff manager have a key.
The rooms on the second levle are all decorated in a theme color. One room for each of the six colors of the rainbow, with the exeption of two blue rooms. In addition there is a black room and white room a gray room and brown room. Morgan had the rooms redone when he took ownership of the place.
The House has a beautiful garden maze out back and a fountain pool close to the house.
It is an old house but it has been well looked after.
Master Morgan Gregory Drake extends his hospotality and hopes that you enjoy your stay.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 3:53 pm
House Hold Staff
Craig
Is the the house hold staff manager. Takes care of the everyday running of te Manor. In in charge od the other staff. Also acompanyies Morgan on trips to the slave show room. Is the only one other than Morgan with a key to Morgan's privet floor. He has worked for the Drake family since Morgan was a young boy. And has been like a father to him.
Day, Aubrey, Dean
These three are the kitchen staff. Cook the meals and serve them. They have a good sence of humor and like to fool around a lot. Ofter find them joking with Morgan when he visist the kitchens.
Kale
Is the grounds keeper. You rarely see him inside the Manor. He spends the majoraty of his time in the back gardens. Quiet and withdrawn. But very intelegent and will talk at length if you talk to him about the gardens.
Marla
Is the house keeper. She keeps all the second floor rooms spotless on a dayliy basis. Quite friendly when not cleaning but will not talk to others when working. In fact if you talk to her while she's working she becomes quite cold and annoyed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 4:19 pm
((Okay so I now have pictures of the house! And I'll just start off in the "show room" but I'll do it in here since it's just eaier for us. hehe. Off we go))
Morgan walked into the dimly lit show room. There were cages lining the all the walls on the main floor and the three walls of the second. Morgan looked around at the other Masters and Misstresses looking at the "merchandice". Morgan Shuddered. He hated how slaves were treated by those who bought them.
Many owners wanted slaves for hunting (to be hunted rather), to mame or troucher or even just sex. (well rape would be a better term for it) Morgan scowlled at every one who risked a glance his way as he made his way to the gards desk.
"I'm here about this letter I was sent." He set the letter on the desk.
The gard picked it up and read it quickly, eyes widening and then looked up with a sime, "Ah yes Master Morgan. It has been a while since you last were here. I'm sorry I did not recognise you at first."
"It's fine" he spoke monotone. "About the letter"
"Yes yes of course, sorry. The one the letter speaks of is right this way." The gard stood and Morgan followed him to the far cornner of the second floor. The gard spoke on the way. "When this one came in we thought of you imidiately. He's young, a neko I beleive. he's very quite, we've heard little out of him since he came in two weeks ago. Seems to be sefesiantly submisseve. And I believe he runs on your side of the street."
"Indeed."
"Ah here we are. Slave '2259' I'll give you a moment to inspect him"
Morgan looked down into the cage and wated for the gard to leave. The boy was young. Bruised a bit, but other wise seemed to be in good physical heath. But that would be yet determaned. Morgan hated seeing slave misstreated. He had never once laid a hand on his slaves. Mostly he got them to save them from other owners who would.
The last slave he had betrayed him and he had no choice but send him away. He had the right by law to kill the slave but he simply couldn't bring himself to do it. Morgan himself had been subject to abuse as a child from his crazy parents, who were now thankfully desised. But since that one slave he couldn't bring himself to have another one. Until that letter.
That letter about this slave in front of him now.
Morgan bent down to the young mans level, "Hello, my name is Morgan. What's yours?" Morgan waited for the slave to lift his head to look at him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 6:48 am
A young neko boy sat in a cage towards the back of the room. He had a few bruises from his last master, who had hit him and scarred him before he through Jason out of the house. His ears looked a little torn at the edges from the beatings he had, and his tail was also a little bruised. He sat in the back corner of his cage, not wanting to be anywhere near the door that the master's would come to. He sat there with his back against the steel bars and his legs pulled up to this chest. He had his arms wrapped around his legs and his forehead rested on his knees. He had been there for two weeks and hadn't said a word. He also hadn't eaten but only a little bit of what he was allowed. He heard footsteps and a two men talking just infront of his cage. Jason then heard one set of foot steps walk away from the cage, and he wondered who was there infront of his cage. Jason heard a voice and he realized that it was directed at him. He slowly lifted his head off of his knees and looked in the direction of the man. "J-Jason. . . ." The boy said in a soft and barely audible voice.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 3:16 pm
Morgan internally gasped at the sight of the young mans eyes. There were absolutly beautiful. He smiled at the young slave, "Hello Jason." Morgan put one hand slowly through the carge bars, "would you come forward for me? I promise I'm not going to hurt you." He spoke softly as to not scare him, and waited for Jason to come forward.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 7:07 am
Jason pulled is legs tighter to his body when the man reached his hand into the cage. He hesitated for a moment, not sure if the mand was lying or if he was actually nice. He unwrapped his arms from around his knees and he slowly crawled his way to where the hand was. He stopped on inches infront of it and looked down at it. He didn't want to move any closer, so he just sat there looking at the man again.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 3:51 pm
Morgan reached further into the cage and gently brushed Jason's cheek with the back of his hand, "See. It's okay." Morgan turned his hand so that he could lift the boy's face a little, "I told you I wouldn't hurt you. I'm a man of my word. You can always count on that." Morgan ran the pad of his tumb along Jason's cheek bone. "Beautiful" he whispered more to himself than anything.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 8:27 pm
Jason gasped when he felt the hand on his cheek. He was lost in thought and didn't see the hand move up to his face. He held perfectly still as Morgan rubbed his hand against his face. He looked into Morgan's eyes and saw kindness, but Jason's eyes showed a bit of fear and sadness. He hoped that the kindness in Morgan's eyes stayed there and never changed like all of his other master's. His ears flickered at the whispered word and he wondered if Morgan meant him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 7:33 am
Morgan saw that Jason was still afraid. His beautiful eyes gave that away. "You have nothing to fear for me Jason. I'm not like the others." He thought for a moment, he couldn't leave this boy here. God only knows who was next on the mailing list. No, he had to take him home. Morgan, his hand still caressing the young slaves face whispered to him, "How would you like to come and live with me Jason?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:25 pm
Jason not seeing another option in this nodded his head. He wanted out of the show room and into a house. He hated cages and he can't stand locked rooms. He got a small smile on his face since he was going to be getting out, and he started to feel a little comfortable with Morgan. He stayed where he was as Morgan got the gaurd to unlock his cage and so that Jason could crawl out of it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 5:08 am
"I'll be right back." Morgan stood and called te gard. "I'll take him." his tone had returned to it's cool monotone, but his eyes as they glanced back at Jason we still soft and caring.
"Exalent!" the gard opended the cage. "I'll send the bill to your house."
"That would be acceptable." The gard turned and left Morgan to take his new slave. Morgan looked down at Jason, "Come..." he extended a hand to him. "We have a bit of a ride home I'm afraid." He said smiling at the young man who would now be filling an empty place in his life.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 7:15 pm
Jason crawled out of the cage after it was opened and he stood once he was clear of the doorway. He then looked at Morgan's hand and looked a little confused. It took him a minute or so to figure out that Morgan wanted him to take his hand and walk with him. It took Jason so long to figure it out because he hadn't been offered someone's hand in quite a while.
He took Morgan's hand with a soft grip and he started to walk with Morgan to the doors. They walked outside and Jason took in a deep breath of fresh air. He smiled as he filled his lungs and he then looked at the carriage that Morgan had come in.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 8:49 pm
Morgan noted the soft grip Jason took on his hand and gave him a small reasuring squeez. "Okay, up you get." Morgan had opened the door to the carriage, and helped Jason inside shutting the door behind them.
Morgan knocked on the wall of the carriage and it began to move, heading for home. "So tell me about yourself Jason." he said with a gently voice.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 7:57 am
Jason stepped up into the carriage and he sat down on the seat next to Morgan. He soon felt the carriage moving and he looked at the window to see the show room disappearing.
Jason thought about Morgan's question and he tried to think of what he should say. "Ummm. . . . . I'm a neko." He said pointing to his ears. "I'm not very obedient. I was beaten out of pure sport." The little Jason said remembering that he still had bruises and such on his body.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:49 am
Morgan smirked at Jason's comment about not being obedient but that soon faded when the comment about him being beaten out of sport came up. Morgan frowned and looked out the window away from Jason.
"I asure you Jason. That will not happen in my house. Morgan turned back to Jason and pulled a smile back on. "Is that all I need to know? Or is there something else I should be awear of?"
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