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Post by ellianna nichole sanders on Jan 24, 2010 21:54:23 GMT -5
Ellie wasn't really sure where she was going. There wasn't really a plan. Her mother had just told her to get out of the house. Her mother... she didn't understand how Ellie was a slave. She thought that it was disgraceful. Not that Ellie had any control over the decision... Her mother was not one to listen to that though. She had been married to a strict man for eighteen years she thought her daughter would have been strong after that. But she wasn't... Ellianna Nichole was a failure in her mothers eyes. She wished that she could have done something to change it, but she was a slave, and amazingly it didn't really bother her.
Ellie was sitting against a wall, he forehead on her knees. She wasn't going to cry... Not in public anyway. She missed her older brother though. She wished that he hadn't died. He was the only one who had ever understood her. He was the one that had showed her how to be a child. Even though they had different mothers he had loved her without a doubt. But he was dead. Had been for years now... And she still missed him when her mother was like this.
Jayson had told her that he had convinced his mother to let her stay with him, he told her that the night he died. Ellie knew that he hadn't lied. It was that his mother hadn't been able to handle it. Ellie's only escape was Jayson's mother... until she had decided to kill herself. That left Ellie all alone, with only her strict military father and disappointed mother... The only thing that she had left of her older half sibling was a locket that he had given her... with the words "Love you Ellie. Be Strong and Live."
Ellie took her head out of the past. She didn't need to be there she was a strong eighteen year old. She wasn't allowed to grieve over a brother who died when she was 13. She had to be strong, if her mother even saw one sign of weakness from Ellie she could send her to live with her father. Which was something that Ellie knew that she could not endure.
So that's where Ellie was sitting on the street of Downtown Creighton, waiting to see who she would run into. There were a lot of people in this small town, and she only knew a few. Though that was probably going to change. She had only been here for a few months.
Ellie knew that she was way to friendly for her own good, one of these days she was going to run into a master who needed an outlet, and even though she had a master he would most likely use her. That wasn't a pleasant thought, but it was a reality in this town. Ellie then had the thought that maybe she shouldn't be sitting in Downtown Creighton at 8 PM... all alone. She wasn't safe here, who knew what kind of creeps could stumble upon her here. But she didn't know where to go... And she was way to lazy to move now that she was comfortable right where she was.
One of these days she was going to push her minimal luck too far and be in a terrible position. She just hoped that her luck was with her today.... If not then she would have to deal with it. But right now she was going to sit here and see what happens.
Maybe she would just meet a new friend. And that was always nice. She just prayed that she would be able to know she made the right choice... Which most of the time she did. And she wasn't going to waste an oppurtunity to meet someone awesome who could be her new best friend in this town... Or Enemy depending on the person.
Ellie groaned she was way to pessamistic for this. She was just going to stop thinking before she convinved herself that she was going to get killed tonight.
Word Count:700
Note: HOLY $hit!! didnt mean to make it that long...
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Post by miranda wood on Jan 24, 2010 22:19:35 GMT -5
Miranda slammed the door behind her leaving her mom standing there in shock, she was glaring and a look of hatred crossed her features how dare she talk to Miranda like that? telling her she needed to be less defiant towards her master, or in this case her mistress, whose idea was it to give her a mistress anyways? the only comfort twas that she hopefully she wouldnt take advantage of Miranda, in that way, she thought of her mistress the blond woman who had wrapped a collar around her neck and lead her about like a lap dog, she didn't know how to react, she heted being told to behave and to act like the lap dog her mistress wanted her to be.
she stormed down the streets and refused to look at what she was passing, she heard her boots clicking on the sidewalk and she listined to the steady beat, click click click, the noise repeated itself over and over until miranda felt it would drive her as crazy as this town, she didnt need to worry about fitting in, she'd leave if she could but she didnt know if she'd ever get the chance. her hand traveled up to the collar she still wore around her neck, it was a disgusting thing, reminding her that she no longer belonged to herself but to a woman she barly knew who'd bought her. she felt angry, so angry she wanted to cry, it made no sense why this town even existed but she would accept her new rold as slave, but not willingly, she'd fight it every step of the way, she'd make kayla or whatever her mistresses name was regret buying her and if she ever wanted anything from miranda her mistress would have to fight for it.
she kept walking until her fet began to ache, she looked up and saw her mistress and with an almost frightened expression she walked off quickly ignoring the pain in her feet and legs as she walked turning corner after corner walking street after street. she hid inside of a cafe ducking down as she purchesed a coffee and a sweet pastry. she sipped the coffee and munched on the pastry until she exited the cafe her mitress nowhere in site. thoughts sqirreled around in her head
she had so many questions she needed answered, what would happen if she kept trying to disobey her mistress? would she be punished? how bad would the punishment be? there was one question that meant the most to her to be answered though and that question was simply, "why did people accept this way of life?" it made no sense to her, why did slaves allow themselves to be used so, deminingly? who decided that slaves were slaves and why didn't the cops step in? she knew the answer to the cop question though, they allowed it to happen because they themselves were slaves or masters. Miranda had even heard a rumor that even the mayor had his own slaves. the entire thing gave Miranda a headache and she finally sat down next to another girl. the girl had brown hair and pretty eyes. miranda began to wonder if she was a slave or master, that was all she seemed to think about now a days, wether the people she spoke to and saw were slaves or masters. she sighed and smiled at the girl "hello im miranda" she said her smile was strained and she had a feeling the other girl would be able to tell.
she looked at the trash left over from her snack and tossed in into the nearby trashcan not wanting to liter. the girl hadnt replied and now miranda began to feel uncomfortable around her, however upon closer inspection she saw the girl looked, sad, she gave another strained smile "hey, its ok, i dont know what it is, but its ok" she said trying to comfort the other girl and knowing that she had failed badly. she dug into her pocket and found a bar of chocolate "want some chocolate? chocolate makes everything better" she said with a now sencire smile. she hated seeing someone cry
word count 708
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Post by ellianna nichole sanders on Jan 25, 2010 0:09:49 GMT -5
Ellie had felt like she was losing her composure. She felt her eyes burning, like the need to cry, and her face felt like it had felt. Even if she could have composed herself better her eyes would have been sad. There was no way to escape the fact that she was upset. Everyone she loved seemed to hate her, she always disappointed someone. She wished that she could just make everyone happy and be done with it. Sometimes she wondered if the world would be better off without her. The world had still turned when Jayson had died. It would still go if she was gone too... She always seemed to be disappointing someone.
But she knew that she didn't have the courage to kill herself. She thought of that as a strength though, in the midst of all her weaknesses. She also knew that maybe now she had someone who she could make proud of her. Her Master. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, she could do this slave thing right. She hoped so. She really wanted to be able to do something right.
Suddenly she was pulled from her thoughts. A girls voice. She blinked and looked up. She stared at the girl as her sluggish brain tried to make sense of the words. This girl was pretty that's for sure. She also had a collar which meant she was a slave. Numbly, Ellie wondered who this girls master was.
Ellie then understood the girls words. Chocolate. The candy that supposedly cured everything. Ellie shook her head, she knew that chocolate wasn't going to solve her problems. She uncurled from her ball and smiled at the girl. "I'm sorry about that, just having a bad day. I'm Ellie. My Master is Rayder. Nice to meet you." She said with a smile. Ellie's smile was real, she liked that she wasn't alone, but she could tell that Miranda's smile was a little strained. Maybe Ellie wasn't alone in having a bad night.
Ellie then pulled out her pack of Cigarettes. It was a nasty habit, but it helped her. She took one out and then took out her lighter. "I hope you don't mind? Do you want one?" She asked, not wanting to be impolite.
Word Count:391
Note: There we go a little smaller XD
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Post by miranda wood on Jan 25, 2010 0:23:21 GMT -5
Miranda looked at the girl happy to have some inteaction with her even if it was just to turn down her chocolate bar. she began to peel the wrapper from the bar and munch on it as the girl introduced herself. another slave, there seemed to be so many more slaves then masters though from what she could tell the masters/mistresses weren't complaining over having more then one. she smiled a little more sincerely "im Miranda, slave to Karla" she said politly, it was the first time shed admitted out loud that Karla was her mistress but what was the use denying it? as long as she wasn't broken she would hold her head high, as she said that she straightened her posture. though the other girl would probably take it for proudness.
she looked at the girl as she took out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to her "no, no thanks, i don't smoke and I'm not planning on it anytime soon" she said not meaning to sound rude. she simply disliked smoking and with her luck Karla probably smoked a pack a day, her mistresses words rung in her head "i don't care about your likes or dislikes you simply need to do what i say" she shook her head trying to rid herself of the memories of first meeting her mistress, it wasn't a very pleasant memory.
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Post by ellianna nichole sanders on Jan 25, 2010 19:21:09 GMT -5
Ellie didn't know who Karla was. She must have been one of the new masters... Well that was an assumption. She was a new slave so it could have been that she just didn't know who Karla was. She really didn't care much. Though Miranda sounded almost proud... She couldn't really tell why. Ellie was happy that Rayder was her master, but at the same time she wasn't proud to be a slave. It seemed a little odd to her. As a slave she accepted her fate, and thanked her lucky stars that her master was kinder then some Masters. Ellie wondered if Miranda's Master was kind and thats why she liked her so much. Still seemed a little weird to her though. The only slave she meet that seemed really proud of being her Master's slave was Alexa, and that was because she was in love with him...
Ellie shrugged when Miranda told her that she didn't smoke. "Don't worry about it. I know its a nasty habit, but it helps me relieve some of the stress that I always seem to be under." She told Miranda before lighting her cigarette. Some people wanted to drown their sorrows in candy bars, Ellie choose to use cigarettes to ease her stress.
"So are you new to town?" She asked. Not really sure why. She just really felt like distracting herself from the reality of her world, and this seemed like a good way to do that.
Word Count:259
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Post by miranda wood on Jan 25, 2010 19:34:40 GMT -5
Miranda looked at the other girl, and smiled slightly as she saw the look of confusion cross her face, she knew that Ellie had misunderstood and she sighed wanting to clear the misunderstanding up. "Karla must be new, i've never seen any of her other slaves, she keeps trying to break me, ya know make me submit and obey but" she smiled and stood up even straighter "she hasn't succeed" she said smiling she was overly proud she hadn't been broken, and it wasnt like Karla hadn't given any effort.
she remembered the time in the van and shook her head trying to rid her mind of the memory and the pain that came along with it. even as she sat her new undergarments felt uncomfortable and alien on her skin, she was so used to her usual wear and to suddenly change that felt just wrong. but she sighed deeply, she knew she had to give in with somethings, it wasn't worth being completely defiant and she wasn't willing to go commando, she shifted slightly trying to get more comfortable. "yeah I'm new to town but my mom lived here and for some strange reason she enjoyed living here" she said answering the girls earlier question, she wished her mom hadn't have lived here, if she had been as much of a stranger to this town as Miranda was then she would have stood up for her daughter instead of against her. she bit another piece of chocolate letting the piece melt on her tongue.
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Post by ellianna nichole sanders on Jan 25, 2010 20:17:50 GMT -5
Ellie wondered at Miranda. No matter what she said, Ellie was confused. She was one of those rebelling slaves that Alexa was talking about. "You hate your master don't you."She said more as a statement then as a question. She wondered if she should tell Miranda about Marcus. This was the exact kind of slave he would be looking for. But Ellie didn't have any reason to want the system taken down. She didn't really care either way. She wasn't happy to be a slave. But she was just fine picking up after her master like a common maid. She was lucky in that aspect, at least she didn't have to please him anywhere else....
Ellie just stared at Miranda. "So your a second generation Slave I'm guessing?" She asked her. It was an assumption. But she was allowed to assume things, it was how she really got to know people. She might be a slave but she wasn't really worried about offending anyone, other then her master that is... But she spoke what she thought most of the time. It wasn't like she was a docile little lamb. She had thoughts and she was allowed to express them. She wasn't just a piece of flesh. And since she wasn't in her masters presence she didn't have to act like she was lower then everybody in the room. Not that she did that, she was way to headstrong for that...
Word Count:256
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Post by miranda wood on Jan 25, 2010 20:32:21 GMT -5
Miranda looked at Ellie and shrugged "i'm not sure if its exactly hate, its more like a contest or a battle of will's she trys to break me and i try to resist, I'm actually interested to find out who will succeed" she said thinking about Ellie's question, did she hate Karla? no, more like she hated the whole slave master thing, that and being told what to do, she'd probably hate anyone who tried to order her around. she wouldnt let anyone tell her what to do for as long as she could but who knew who'd win in the end?
she smiled at Ellie "yep second generation, my mom was apparently the aster and my dad the slave" she said chuckling at the thought of her big strong dad overpowered by her fragile mother. "what about you? are you new to the system?" she asked wondering in the girl was a first generation or not, she looked at the chocolate and re-wrapped it placing it in her jacket pocket for later, who knew when she'd see her mistress next and the likely hood was after seeing Karla she'd need the antidepressant. she sighed and leaned back looking up at the sky as puffy white clouds raced by on the blue sky, this would be the perfect town to live in if it werent for the whole slave and master thing, but even as she thought that she couldnt help but remember the way her body felt the first time the two of them had met, her mind hated it but her body didn't always react the way it should.
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Post by ellianna nichole sanders on Jan 27, 2010 20:46:45 GMT -5
Ellie nodded a little. "Strong dislike." She announced with a smile. Miranda was obviously one for a challenge. She was almost challenging the very system itself. Well not really, more like she was having a battle of wills with her master. A part of Ellie hoped that Miranda would win, but she wasn't sure, Masters were Masters for a reason. Ellie was a slave because the town knew that she wouldn't have been able to boss anybody around. Sure she liked to have her own thoughts every now and then, but in reality it wasn't that big of a deal for her to just listen to someone else for a change.
Ellie nodded. Second generation, she had guessed right. "Nope, I'm a first generation. My mom didn't even know this town existed until she decided that she wanted to live here." Ellie said with a shrug. her mother truly had a talent for finding the weirdest places, out of all the towns she could have moved the two of them too, she choose this town, with its tradition in slave and master. Though it wasn't that big of a deal, since Ellie was the ideal slave. She would do anything to please her master, she was just lucky that she had a master who didn't ask for much. She knew that she would have to watch out though, there were people in this town who could take advantage of her submission.
Word Count: 252
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Post by miranda wood on Jan 30, 2010 16:56:57 GMT -5
miranda smiled at the girl "first gen? that must suck, though at least you and i have something in common, neithr of us knew what would happen in this town before we got here" she said smiling at her as the sun shone down on her face warming her. ellie was so pretty and sweet it was no wonder se was a slave, after all the masters she'd mt were asses so it only made sense that the sweet people were all slaves. "i'll be right back" she said and got up walking over to a nearby street cafe and ordering yet another coffee which she sipped after adding some cream and sugar.
she walked back over and smiled "what would i do without coffee?" she askd grinning, shed been drinking more and more coffee latly, she never seemed to ant to sleep and coffee coul definatly help her with that little problem, she took yet another sip letting the hot sugary drink slid through her lips and down her throat warming her from the inside out. it felt hot out, almost to hot but miranda couldnt stand frozen coffee or whatever it was called, it tasted gross and to diluted to be even considered real coffee and despite the number of teens drinking it, which was increasing, she would never try it again. she looked back at Ellie "so how long have you been a slave?" she asked wondering just how new the girl was.
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