Pain and Suffering (A Romance and Action Rp) *Accepting!*

[Nithera]

((when can we start? if you still need for males, i can make a few.XD only...they cant be chosen ones, seth is already one.))

[Moved </3 D:]

( Well....We probably still need males, but we can start now! )

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(Aisling can only morph objects, not herself. Like she can morph wood or metal.)

[Moved </3 D:]

( Ah, M'kay. Accepted then. Let's start! )

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(O.O you start first because I do not know how to )

[Moved </3 D:]

( Okay. Also! Everyone will start off at the Slave market. M'kay? Then they'll be bought, in groups, and sold off to farms/plantations. )

James sighed, trying hard to keep up with his father as they weaved in and out of the crowd. It was market day, of course, as it was almost every day, besides Sunday, but today it was the Slave Market, which was at the middle of the market square. His father had planned on buying 3 to 6 different slaves from Frescia, and had decided to drag his son along to learn how to pick out the best people. It made James sick, to think that men would crowd around the plateform while children, and young adults around his age were hauled up onto the wooden stage, and had people survay them like a livestock, or cattle. He frowned, stumbling into a heavy set man in front of him. The now angered slave buyer turned, yelled choice words in James' face, and eagerly faced the large wooden slave stage as the Slave Market began, forgetting the incedint as quickly as it had started at the thought of being able to buy and see the slaves. His father reached out, snatched his wrist, and hauled him through the crowd forceably until they were standing in the front row.

( Fail. D: )


Kendra whimpered softly, her large green eyes wide as she heard the booming, loud talking voice of the Slave Trader. This was her third day of sitting in the hut like celler, much like a prision, next to the Slave stage. Today, it was her, and a lot of other slaves day to be sold off, and sent to work for the rest of their lives. She prayed that she would be sold off to someone nice, unlike some of the stories she had heard. One of the most feared things that could happen to a child like her from Frescia, is to be sold off to one of the labs that had just been developed, where she would be dissected, to see if she had any powers. It would be terrifyingly agonizing, and she loathed the people of Dubonna even more at the thoughts.

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~Aisling~

She stood in a line with other people next to her. She was scared but she did not show it, she held her head high and got ready for her fate. Her hands were tied behind her back also so there was no way to really escape.

[ᴄᴀʀʀᴏᴛᴄᴀᴋᴇ.]

(Thanks! And I'll make a guy in a bit.)

Cristina hugged herself, huddling in a corner of her 'home'. She gave a little chuckle under her breath. This was no where near like a home! She shivered, remebering her house back on Frescia. Ah... Her warm bed, and her little dog always ar her feet. Begging for scraps. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, waiting for whatever was gonna happen next. Getting auctioned off to some random person. It was pretty much the worst thing. Well, one of them. She pulled out a pouch, eyes flickering inside to check on her only weapon. Good. It was still there. She then took in everyone around her. All of the slaves. Would she be bought with them? Inside, she hoped she would be with at least one.

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~Joe~
Joe looked up to the crowd of people.She hoped she would be sold to a nice family.With other slaves so she wan't alone.She hated being alone.She wished she could just run away back to her mom and dad.She sat down and began humming a song her mom sang to her.Soon she would be taken away,maybe far away,to a home,hopefully with other slaves or nice children.But she knew that there probably wouldn't be nice children. Usally the children were like there parents.Cruel.[

[ᴄᴀʀʀᴏᴛᴄᴀᴋᴇ.]

"Huh?" Cristina mumbled, looking up from the small pouch. She slipped the pouch into her pocket, then half-crawled half-walked over to a quiet huming. She came quietly, trying not to disturb the girl, who looked at least half a year older than her. Taller. More adult looking. "Er, hi?" Cristina whispered gently. "What are you humming?" She kept her voice low, and her eyes landed on another girl. She gave a small, shy wave over to her, then looked back to the humming girl. She smiled gently, shivering again from the cold.