Aojimori Warusā
URAKATA
SNOW WHITE
Spoinkalicious
Posts: 3 
Animal: Snowshoe Hare
Occupation: Slave
Played By: Aomaki
MP3 Theme: https://soundcloud.com/adhesivewombat/funky-sundays-original-mix
Weapon: Broom!
Bio: BIO
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Post by Aojimori Warusā on Dec 14, 2013 8:13:45 GMT -5
"This is the end."
"I've been forced into slavery and so have my parents. I've been separated from them and now I'm going to undergo the cruel treatments of slaves."
"Will I die here?.."
"I've been violated in every way imaginable."
"I don't know how to retain myself since I have honor no longer."
"Maybe I should kill myself, somehow?"
She closed her eyes as she laid down in tattered rags on her rope bed on the second level of beds up from the ground with two other Urakata men under her. One wept silently and the other made disturbing noises and growled when the guard passed by to inspect them in the cell they all had shared together. It was dark and wet, blood and water being the main sources of wetness in the cell.
In her dream, she found a knife and took it in hand, plunging it deep inside of her body. Crimson-shaded liquid emanated away from her wound, and then she found herself awake. She was being thrown off of the bed by a guard that was going to take her to the auctioneering market to see if anyone was willing to take her. She was tossed onto the ground and broke her nose. She twisted her ankle and bruised both of her knees and her elbows when she landed.
She didn't have time to mourn or lick her wounds as the guard took his boot and shoved it into her mouth. She was slammed backward into the wall as multiple teeth were disarranged and her gums and lips were damaged and now bleeding severely. She couldn't even make a noise because of being paralyzed by the sustained wounds.
Immediately a second guard threw his hand into her throat, causing her to cough up blood to the ground. His grip terrified her as her breath was being drained from her body and soul. The first guard threw cuffs on her hands as he twisted them with his grip to put them on her. Their breathing on her body was musty and smelled of alcohol and tobacco. Immediately the second guard threw a chained cuff on her neck and tied the chain from the cuff on her neck to her bracers on her wrists.
A fist came flying out of the shadows and slammed into her cheek. Her head went to her side and slammed against the wall just like her backside had. Stars and blurred vision afterward a deep sleep in perpetual blackness were all she had of her surroundings. She couldn't determine what was going on, but she did know that she was chained up on a long, flat and metallic surface behind her, suspended in the air. She heard loud, muffled voices from speaker systems elsewhere. She could see red lights and many white lights. The red lights were fixated on buyers and the white lights were fixated on herself and others seemingly tied to other metallic walls.
"No.. No more.. Please, kill me.."
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DANNY A. HAEVER
MASTER
DRUNKARD'S PATH
Posts: 3
Occupation: Artist & Heir
Played By: Symphony
Bio: BIO
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Post by DANNY A. HAEVER on Dec 20, 2013 8:31:54 GMT -5
The crowd was quiet, for a moment, looking, and then a voice from a row boomed up, loud and feminine and half-laughing. But oh, lord, that voice was angry, and the woman who stood up had the visage of someone pretty damn irritated, the stance of a fighter.
"The fuck is this shit, huh?"
She cocked a grin and jerked a hand to Aojimori, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses. Yeah. The auctioneer stared at her and furrowed his eyebrows--and before he could declare she had to leave, she kept on talkin'.
"She's half-damn-dead and you expect me to pay money for this shit? Whoever your guards are are pretty much useless, yeah? Shit. They've probably been rapin' her or somethin', and you want us to pay somethin' big?" The woman snorted. An eyebrow raised.
The crowd?
Well.
They were just quiet.
Best to stay out of it--let the woman who for once didn't smell of alcohol and smoke get her ass whupped. Fine. More for them in the end, right?
The woman pushed forward to a door, and pointed angrily, her gaze furious--"You let me in to see her." She demanded and when was the last time someone had gotten this angry about a slave? But then again, she doubted they'd get so upset--she knew the life of the hunted.
They were all chained up on the wall. It was gruesome and the woman gagged, her hand tugged over her mouth, her eyes twitched. Holy hell. "Goddamn..." She strode to the one who had been called Aojimori and looked quietly on, her throat jerked.
"Damn, girl. What did they do to you..."
Her tongue twitched along her lower lip. "Yeah. Okay. I'm gettin' you out of here, y'know?" Breathing quietly. "Danny. My name's Danny. And I'm gettin' you gone, yeah."
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Aojimori Warusā
URAKATA
SNOW WHITE
Spoinkalicious
Posts: 3
Animal: Snowshoe Hare
Occupation: Slave
Played By: Aomaki
MP3 Theme: https://soundcloud.com/adhesivewombat/funky-sundays-original-mix
Weapon: Broom!
Bio: BIO
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Post by Aojimori Warusā on Dec 20, 2013 22:05:57 GMT -5
"D-d-d.. D-Danny?"
Aojimori looked with a pale glance toward her saviour from her captors. This woman.. She has UNCHAINED me.. No longer am I connected to the cold and metallic wall, and no longer are cuffs wrapped around parts of my body that I wish they were not wrapped around. I am no longer being choked. The cuffs were thrown to the floor, away from Ao's body. I feel.. I feel something in my body that I think I really haven't felt in such a long time.. I still can't recall its name, nor can I tell myself it is good or not since it has been so long and yet I do not feel nostalgia for its reappearance in my life..
Aojimori fell to her knees in front of her saviour. This woman.. She is.. No, her name means naught, for right now she will remain my saviour and always may it be that. "You are...my saviour, oh one of courage.. I must ask why it is you have chosen to save me.. I have.. No honor.. I am not.. A legacy anymore.. I'm a whore.. Previously I wished I was dead.. You've brought me into the light.. I must ask, would you save me from entire ruin? Would you give me redemption?"
She reached weak and feeble arms out toward the hands of Danny. "I wish.. I wish to go with you.. Away from this place.. Please.. I'm sorry I beg as such.. I could not save myself, nor could I save my parents.. Word down the grapevine in this hellhole is that both of them were slaughtered for grand treason of some sort, and I swear.. I swear I felt their souls pass by into the Underworld.. I wish never to feel such presences again.. Death.. I do not wish for death! Death frightens me! It is my purest weakness!"
Aojimori looked up into Danny's eyes with a haggard look on herself. "Please.. I will.. Be.. Under you.. As yours forever.. Just not like this.. I.. I am too weak.. I fall into the grip of death.. Save me from it, please.." Her whispering voice weakly faded out as she closed her eyes and fell softly to the wooden ground in front of Danny. She had an aspiration, a hope that her saviour would take her away from this place so as to never return.
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DANNY A. HAEVER
MASTER
DRUNKARD'S PATH
Posts: 3
Occupation: Artist & Heir
Played By: Symphony
Bio: BIO
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Post by DANNY A. HAEVER on Dec 20, 2013 23:37:42 GMT -5
Her name was parroted back. Danny rubbed a hand on the bridge of her nose. Holy shit. Please, not some crazy one--she didn't need this.
"Yeah, Danny." She muttered, her head dipped down, her hands plunged into her pocket. Her glass eye stared ahead, the real eye tracked Aojimori's movement as she was unchained. "Damn. Those were on way too tight." But oh, shit?
Savior?!
Danny snorted, the drunk shook her head and held a hand out. "Oh, shit, girl, I'm not no savior, holy hell." A low laugh and she knelt down, examined the wrists, the ankles. Bindings. "Yeah, hell, too tight. Damn. They don't know how to take care of you guys, huh." Danny rolled up to balance on the balls of her feet, eye quiet on Aoijimori, her false pinkie twitching.
She was makin' a mistake.
They had a trail on her now, that Danny Haever had made a purchase. But she couldn't--!
She couldn't let this shit go...
"Yeah, shit, uh, I'll take you away, no problem, I was gonna buy somethin' anyways, y'know? But...I couldn't leave you, lookit you, you're a scrap." Redemption. Holy shit. Death?!
This woman...girl?
Woman.
Yeah.
She was...oh man, she didn't know who she was talkin to. "Calm down, damn, I don't need you 'under me'. I'm not no--I dunno, look, I'm not gonna be puttin the move on you, y'see, you're fine." Then she went down and Danny knelt, heaved Aojimori up into her arms, her gaze strong, set dead ahead. "We're gonna get the hell out. I gotta make sure she doesn't die--if she makes it," Danny griped to a guard--"I'll send you some yen. Holy shit."
The snickers of the guards were directed at Danny and she let her face flush in shame.
She deserved it. Some of it.
"We're gonna get you safe, promise." She muttered it, clutching her purchase to her body, her one eye twitching nervously.
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Aojimori Warusā
URAKATA
SNOW WHITE
Spoinkalicious
Posts: 3
Animal: Snowshoe Hare
Occupation: Slave
Played By: Aomaki
MP3 Theme: https://soundcloud.com/adhesivewombat/funky-sundays-original-mix
Weapon: Broom!
Bio: BIO
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Post by Aojimori Warusā on Dec 21, 2013 0:19:34 GMT -5
Outside of the auction house, being held by Danny, Aojimori slowly wakes from her sleep and enters a state of twilight sleep instead. From here she is able to use most senses, though dulled and dampened still. The bright light shining on her makes her squint; she has astigmatism from being in a dirty and dark cell for so long. "Light.. I adore it, though it sears me for some reason.. Further away the doors, no more smite for my flesh.. This is now heaven.. You've.. You've brought me to heaven.." She softly coughed up the words little by little, trying to tell Danny what she felt because it was a rush of emotion from some time she had literally psychologically disconnected herself from ever regaining feeling or emotion in order to stay alive in the harsh conditions before.
"Your.. Body, it is.. Just as pained as mine is.. I'm sorry for your wounds and for your losses.. I do not believe one should ever have to go through such trauma.. You've given me reason and hope as my saviour.. I hope.. I hope we can help each other.. I hope I will be able to repay you for your kindnesses.." She deeply inhales, though slowed. This was the first time she had been able to smell outside air.. She sensed so many different creatures around her.. Something inside of her fluttered. She finally felt nostalgia. "Where are we going, Danny?.." She questioned the definitely odd and heroic woman that came to her rescue in her utmost time of need. "I hope.. I hope we get out of.. Here.." She stopped speaking to conserve her own strength for what trip Danny had ahead for the two of them.
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