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5:02pm Sep 5 2011
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Ooh, blacks as slaves... is epicness for this. o_o Would you believe I didn't think of that? -hits self in head- Also, excuse my poor posting in our rps. I'm doing homework at the same time. And. Irish SUCKS.
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5:05pm Sep 5 2011
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Irish... What?
Irish...What? IRISH SUCKS?
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT HOMGHOMGHOMGHOMG.
I believe you have never watched the movie Leap Year.
I believe you have never seen your own home... Country then. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh maiiii. That was the first thing I thought of when I saw 'Racism' bolded on the first post. xD
So you wanna do that? :PPP
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5:06pm Sep 5 2011
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Lols, yes. xD And I mean Irish the language. It sucks to learn. Think french... but more annoying. xD We shall do enslavement and LOVE.
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5:10pm Sep 5 2011
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Nooooo, LOVE should be pink <333
Nah, you're right. Red is better.
LOVE <3
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Do it here? Or...?
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5:11pm Sep 5 2011
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Yus, here. ^_^ ... When I'm done my homework. ;~;
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5:13pm Sep 5 2011
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FIEN D|
I should do my homework...
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1:39pm Sep 6 2011
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Lololol. Bio. Shall be right with ya in a mo. Name~ Cassady Dylans Age~ 17 Gender~ Female Appearance~ Long, raven black hair reaches to just below her waist, and her side bangs often reflect a rather blueish tint. Her eyes are grassy green, and she has been nicknamed 'witch' by people who dislike her. This isn't helped much by the fact she's very pale, either. She stands at about five foot eight, a little above average for a girl, but not by much. As for clothes, they are, in a sense, very rich. If that works, then this is the dress she can be wearing. :3 If not, it shall be photobucket to the rescue! xD 
History~ A rich kids average history. o_o -shall make up random childhood events as we rp- Personality~ Unlike most other snobs around, she actually has some of this.
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7:01am Sep 10 2011
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[[Le bump, for ma madmoiselle CHerry. xD]]
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12:56pm Sep 10 2011
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Thank you! :)
I'll make my bio when I get to my house. I am being forced to go to the mall today. >.<
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3:48pm Sep 10 2011
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Trololol. The mall where I live. Sucks. xD
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6:55pm Sep 14 2011
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Bumpers for mah CHeese. :3
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7:17pm Sep 14 2011 (last edited on 7:20pm Sep 14 2011)
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Thank you <3 Alright. I'll make my bio but then I'm getting off. :( Name~
Derek Ashford (I just had to use the name, Derek <3) Age~
18 Gender~
Male Personality:
UGH DO I HAVE TO?
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12:15pm Sep 15 2011
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LOLS nu you dun. xD I didn't really. xD
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8:21pm Sep 15 2011
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Okayyy! <3 How did you want to start this? :)
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12:04pm Sep 16 2011
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Hurm. -headdesk- I shall think of something. >.> Maybe her parents get a new slave *coughDerekcough* and she comes home just as they're bringing him back. Or something. :U
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4:45pm Sep 16 2011
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[[Alright so we pretty much start with the parents buying the slave? *Cough Derek Cough* (LOL)
Can you make the first post? Unless you give me details on where the setting is where they sell slaves and such. D: ]]
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6:57pm Sep 16 2011
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[[GNAHGNAHGNAH. Hmph. 'Cos I luffers you, I shall make the first post. xD]] Annamarie and Dolan Dylans stood up immediately after their daughter left, quickly gathering their things and heading to the carriage awaiting them outside. After a few giggles from Anna to Dolan, about how 'surprised' their daughter would be, they got into the sleek, black, open-roofed carriage and headed for Main Street. Dolan got out out first, walking around to help Anna out, smiling at her as the muscular, strong Arabian Thoroughbreds pulled the wooden carriage away. They walked, arm in arm, a lady and her gentleman husband, to the nearest cage, with about ten, possibly twenty slaves. They were black iron cages, about ten feet long, and maybe four feet wide, with barely any height at all, only about six foot at the highest. The bars were thick and with thin spaces in between them, to cancel out any chance of escape for the people held captive within. Many were suffering from malnutrition, and although Anna knew they weren't really people so didn't deserve sympathy, she looked down at her rather curvacious figure, hidden well with the folds and cascades of her taffeta dress. She stood about a foot in front of the bars, peering in with her husband, who had his arm resting on the soft cream sash at her waist, her skirts billowing outwards. She smiled, before pointing to a young man who seemed the least unhealthy and undernourished. No, with a little hard work and discipline, he could become quite fit. ''We'll take him.'' She said. *coughDerekcough*
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6:08pm Sep 19 2011
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[[Omg. ;-;
Something is seriously wrong here. It didn't even say that you posted D:
Anyways, you don't mind first person right? xDDDDDD
And, are the cages just outside? Kind of like a yardsale O_O
Or is it inside a certain 'auction' type building? ]]
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6:17pm Sep 19 2011
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[[Trololol. CHerreh, if I minded first person, would I ever rp with ya? xD And yus. Smexy Derek is in a yard sale. :U]]
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6:34pm Sep 19 2011
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[[YESH. Yard sale it is xD
Yeah... That's so true xD ]]
I avoided eyes with every passerby that happened to look at me; hoping someone wouldn't find me reasonable enough to be taken. Me and my friend, Keon had hoped together that we wouldn't be separated. He was all I had and vice versa.
It was so unfair; how my race was treated.
Before I knew it, Keon was gone. With longing eyes I watched him be forcefully taken from the cage and too his new 'Master'.
I forced my emotions to stay inside, in a tight box in my brain so that I'd be able to mourn later on.
When Keon disappeared, I walked over to one of the thick black bars that seemed to make me feel out of place in this village. (Or city. Didn't know where our setting was. xD) Technically, I always felt out of place.
"We'll take him."
I heard a women say, and I looked at where I had heard the voice to see which unlucky slave was about to be bought next. It was then that I realized that I was that 'unlucky slave'.
With a disgusted ex
pression, the man selling me forcefully took me out of the cage just as Keon had been taken out.
My eyebrows furrowed as I looked longingly in the direction where I last saw him.
I was taken to the man and women that had chosen to buy me. I chose not to acknowledge them, seeing as I didn't know what type of Masters they were. Some hated eye contact but some found it disrespectful not to do so.
So I chose the latter, and finally looked up into their eyes confidently; waiting for what to do next.
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