1x1 with Scottish Girl

[Shinnybear]

It's there, in the distance. A giant white house in an open field on the outskirts of the town. Two stories, a large barn, a large shed with tools...tools for what? Tools for harvesting. To clarify, this is the South. In the South are slaves, different from any of the inhabitants here. They are dark-skinned, and the plantation owners think that they are below them. They work all day, and if they misbehave, they get a punishment chosen by their master. They live in poorly made shacks, out near their fields. Every morning, they are to head to their job. Stable hand, harvester, planter, landscaping...every year, all year, in every season. In return, you're provided with food and water, enough to keep you alive. It is unfair, definitely unfair, but on plantations, it doesn't matter.

But, we aren't talking about all of them in general. We are talking about a great plantation under the name of Greenfield Plantation. This, around here, is a well-known name. Both known for its size and beauty, and then for the treatment to the many slaves here. Most are treated completely like dogs, but there are a select few that are picked out for the master's children. In this case, for the birthday of the master's favorite little girl. This year is her 17th birthday, and for her celebration, she is to get a slave for herself. The decision on punishments will be hers, the tasks will be given by her, and the responsibility of watching her slave will be hers. Also, the decision of who will be her slave is also hers.

Now, who will that be?



Boom. That's all Shinsei needs to say.

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[i]Nickname?:[/i]

[i]Gender?:[/i]

[i]Age?:[/i]

[i]Status?:[/i]

[i]Personality?:[/i]

[i]Any past things you'd like to share?:[/i]

[i]Anything else?:[/i]

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[Scottish Girl]

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Name?:
My actual name is Andrew Bell

Nickname?:
Each master has always called me Rollo, although I hate that name, other then that they call me boy.

Gender?:
I am male...obviously

Age?:
I am nineteen years old

Status?:
Unfortunately I am a slave, specifically I usually work in the stables.

Personality?:
Well, I must say that I am very stubborn, and I will most likely not do something I don't want to do. I am also very sarcastic, and although I try, my tongue always get's the better of me, and I often get punished because of my sarcastic remarks. I love animals, and I come from a long line of great horsemen, so I myself is a great horseman. I am the best in the country, and second best in the world.

However, just because I am good with horses does not mean I get treated any better, not at all. I may be stubborn, but I know when to back down and obey, especially when you are holding a whip! Since I have always been owned by cruel masters I am very flinchy, and I'd you raise your hand I am likely to think you are about to hit me. Could you blame me, I have lived with money hungry, rich and cruel men all my life.

I am very very very clumsy. I remember when I broke my masters 30,000 vase, boy was he angry! I still have the car on my right cheek from where he hit me that day. I love to laugh, although I do not get a lot of time to do that...intact, no time at all. I am dry handsome(if I say so myself), but my master does not let me date, because he thinks it will distract me from my work.

Any past things you'd like to share?:
Well, I was born in Scotland, so I have a very strong accent that most people can't understand very well. I am white, because my father was white and my mother black, although no one knows who my father is. I first belonged to a scientist who taught me how to read, write and do math, then I was sold to a race horse owner who made me race, and that is where I found fame. Of course I really hate racing, I prefer dressage, show jumping and cross country, but I don't have a choice in the matter.

Anything else?:
I don't think so

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[Shinnybear]

-X-

Name?:
Ashlyn Avery Greenfield
Nickname?:
"I have two. The popular one is Lyn, but I prefer Ash."
Gender?:
Female - "What do I look like?"
Age?:
17
Status?:
Eldest Daughter of 'Master' Greenfield
Personality?:
Ashlyn is a bit different than what people portray here as. She's often called spoiled, unforgiving, and vain, but those are just lies. She's more of a bookworm than anything else. She's fascinated with objects that she doesn't know about, and learning about them is sort of like a hobby of hers. Now, knowing that, you can come up with the conclusion that she is a smart individual, and that is indeed correct. She can answer things in either short answers or long, detailed answers, but, most of the time, she tries not to sound so witty about everything.
Now, turning in a different direction, she can be quite friendly. She forgives simple things easily, just because she knows it isn't worth chasing after. It is usually when it comes to the slaves around. She truly wishes the best for them, so she keeps most of their mistakes a secret from her father. If she can take the blame, she will gladly do so, because her punishments aren't as bad as theirs. It's all because her father is quite fond of her. There are so many times that she wishes to be alone, though. Ashlyn often tries to be outside as far away as she can possibly get. The farther you get, the calmer it seems, and the less you have to see. But, beware, she isn't a girl that simply wants to run away from things. She knows when to speak up and will for about anybody that seems innocent or she knows is innocent. Ashlyn has a sort of fire that she isn't afraid to make flare.

"Pretty simple, if I do say so myself. Call me fiery, call me protective, or call me a bookworm...all suit me. Call me spoiled, and if no one is around, you will certainly be in pain. I don't take that."
Any past things you'd like to share?:
Ashlyn was born and raised here in South Carolina. For as long as she can remember, she has had nothing to do but sit, watch slaves be beaten, and sit some more. Her mother died not too long ago. It was shortly after her baby brother was born. Currently, little Aidan is 4 years old. For these past four years, Aidan has been around her for the majority of his time. Ashlyn, of course, doesn't really mind. He's innocent and just likes to go outside and walk around, explore, play...normal kid things. Ashlyn often gets around to joining him in games of hide-and-seek, tag, and stuff like that. It's pretty fun to her, a good break. Besides, what happens can sometimes be the most hilarious thing.

"The only thing worth mentioning is my mother's death. I really can't remember too much before that that might interest you."
Anything else?:
"Done? Done. Okay, now Aidan wants to take me outside and go play hide-and-seek."

[Scottish Girl]

(Shall we start?)

[Shinnybear]

(( Yes, I do believe we shall. C: ))

[Scottish Girl]

Ashlyn's father walked up the large marble steps to his daughters bedroom, knocking softly on them. He opened the double doors and swelled in,"Morning darling," he said with a smile as he say down on the large bed, ignoring the slaves who were scrambling about, picking up the dirty clothes. He lay back,"Your mother is taking you shopping after lunch, but until then I have be fun job of finding how to keep you amused. And I thought we could go down to the races, I shave a new stallion, which I spent a fortune on, don't tell your mother. Anyway, he is bound to win, been racing for two years, never lost a race," he said with a small laugh, looking up at her. He stood up and clapped his hands together,"Come on, get changed, be downstairs in ten," he said and shooed the slaves out, shutting the double doors wih a wink.

He went down to the large hall, and watched as the chauffeur brought the car up to the steps, and waited patiently.

[Shinnybear]

Ashlyn lifted her head, looking towards her father from a book, the topic on birds. "Oh really now? Well, sounds like he will win." She gave a small smile, shaking her head after he left her room. Shopping never amused her, nor did horses running around a track. Okay, well, they did somewhat, but not for the sport. It's just the way they moved, always with some sort of grace. "Oh, almost got lost in thought there..." She quickly bounced up, the book shutting in her hands. She placed it on her dresser as if it were the world's most fragile and valuable jewel. Ashlyn began to look through a closet right next to the dresser, her hands gripping the dark wood doors as she looked quickly. The majority of what resided in the doors of the closet were just dresses, always changed for every season. Winter? Thick clothes were placed in there. Spring? Somewhat long sleeves. Summer? More like sundresses. Fall? Semi-thick. Always arranged perfectly.
Ashlyn hastily grasped a dress from it's place. It was a light blue, no sleeves, relatively short but not too short, and decorated with a pattern of flowers near the bottom. It really wasn't bad looking, but it wasn't high up on the list. In fact, none of the dresses she had were. They were either too much, or too little with faded colors, but she could only assume that is why she was going shopping this afternoon. She hurried, getting the dress on in a short time period since it was so thin. She put on flats, just for impression. They were the same blue that the dress was.
In a flash, she grabbed a ribbon scrap and put it in between the pages she had stopped on in her book, rushing down the stairs and outside. "Alright, done," Ashlyn smiled. "I can't wait to see that stallion of yours, father. He'll probably fly past the others in an instant."

[Scottish Girl]

Her father smiled,"You look lovely he said and opened he door for her. He slipped in after her, closing the door with a slight click and sitting back as the car rolled along. They arrived at the race track within ten minutes, and it was buzzing. He slipped out of the car and tapped the top of it slightl to indicate to the driver they were both out, and he drove away,"Come on," he said and led her brought the lage crowds of chatting people, into the quiet stables. He walked along till they reached a large brown mare, a very beautiful and strong one. The jockey who was dressed in Black and white led it out of the stall so they could have a closer view. He smiled and patted her on the neck,"Beauty, isn't she," he said with a grin. Suddenly every horse in the stable stated to act oddly. They all started to back off and struggle against their handlers as a large black stallion came trotting in, a jockey dressed in blue and white on top. Her fathers jockey bit her lip,"I thought it was just a rumor, Andrew Bell sir, but everyone calls him Rollo. Best horseman in the country, this made doesn't stand a chance," he said, shaking his head softly. He father stepped back at he black stallion went trotting past, it's large, heavy hooves making deep imprints in the floor. He father looked up at the jockey,"What's wrong with his arm?" he asked softly to his jockey,
"he broke it sir, last week. At least that is what I heard. But apparently his masters has got a fortune bet on this race, so he is making the boy ride," explained the jockey. Her father laughed,"So what is the problem? Surely you can best a boy with a broken arm, come on Darlig , let's go up to our box," he said to his daughter, leading her away.

[Shinnybear]

Ashlyn gave a quick smile to her father once he got in the car, her head almost immediately turning to stare out the window, to watch the ground roll away. Once they arrived, she got out as quickly as she possibly could, returning to her father's side to follow. She ignored the chatting around the track between everyone. WHen they stopped at a mare, she smiled, a bit more genuinely. She couldn't help but put a hand on the mare's muzzle, trying to look it in the eyes with a gentle expression. Horses always were appealing to her, true beauties with power and grace. Great things.
Ashlyn's attention was almost barely caught by the stallion approaching. It was only when she felt a jerk that she focused on the large horse. A midnight black, trotting gallantly in, probably trying to show off. If this horse had a personality, she bet it would be cocky, but she couldn't help but marvel at his dark coat. Ashlyn looked up at the jockey, listening to the conversation between him and her father. Andrew Bell? Master? Poor boy has a broken arm and is forced to ride...the things people do to the same beings... Ashlyn sighed out of nowhere, giving no hint to why. "Alright, father. Good luck!" Ashlyn grinned to her father's jockey, giving a wave goodbye as she followed him to their box. It was so crowded around here, and she could see other rich people sitting in boxes of their own. They seemed to be laughing, almost as if they were drunk. She caught on to some of their conversations, hearing the nickname Rollo once or twice. There might have been others saying it, but their sounds were drowned out for the time being. She could hardly hear her own thoughts. The people...they were just so loud and obnoxious. "Are you worried, father? Your stallion might have some competition." Ashlyn spoke, following him closely.

[Scottish Girl]

Her father smiled,"Nah, he may have a fancy title, but he is just a little boy," he said as they arrived at their private box. He sat down just as the horses lined up at he start line. Every key was listening to the man talkingg in the loud speaker that no one noticed Andrew leaning down and whispering something in he stallions ear. A hush went through the crowd just as he horn was blown, and immediately the crowd erupted again. The black stallion fell behind at start, but soon it caught up, and the mare and the stallion went the ought eh finish line neck and neck. Her fathers eyes widened,"I wonder who won, they will be looking at the picture," he said. The man on the loud speaker coughed."And the winner is,remarkably, Andrew Bell," he announced and he crowd erupted. Her father groaned,"Come on, we have to go down and congratulate the winners," he said, not sounding to pleased about it. He walked down through the crowd to he small courtyard beside the stable where he large stallions was standing. The jockey was dis mounting, rather u steady considering he only had one arm. A large, fat man and walking up, Rollo's master, and threw something towards him as he went to be horse. Andrew caught it neatly in his left hand and looked at it, smiling gratefully as he saw the word 'painkillers' on it.