Heaven

Bride To Slavery

That is fine. You can do whatever with him you'd like.

Just to let you know I may not be on too much today, going to have a busy morning.

It's my birthday today, so yeah, busy morning. :)

A Thousand Years [Heaven & SirensCall]

Klaus' phone vibrated and he opened the message from Cassie, reading over it and chucking humorously. He knew exactly what to get, then. Glancing over at Damon he shrugged. "I guess do what we always do, survive. Fight. Kill. The basic stuff." He said with his signature smirk. "Let's just hope you're little witch toy doesn't lose control, that's what we should be worrying about." Klaus said, all trace of joking gone from his voice. "And yes, I get along fantastically with Cassie, what's the issue in that?" He asked, almost threateningly before he remembered he told Cassie he'd be on his best behavior. It wasn't long before they were at the tuxedo store. It didn't take Klaus long to pick out a simple and elegant black and white tuxedo. He paid for the evening wear and took it to the car for safe keeping, where he waited for Damon to finish up.

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Anya ordered herself a Greek salad with a water with lemon. She was trying to maintain her figure by staying on this diet, and she was sticking to it. Some would say she really didn't need to, but she felt like she did. When their food was brought out, she ate quietly as Caroline and Cassie spoke about Klaus, Elena chiming in every once in awhile, Anya kept going back to earlier where Elena threatened her, she didn't sound like she was joking about it either, but deep down Anya knew Damon wouldn't go back to her, not after all he has said about her in the past and how she treated him before.

Up for an action-packed RP? (:

@iSuspect

Awesome, we could do The Vampire Diaries, I just haven't watched this new season yet.

Bride To Slavery

Charlotte glanced up and looked at him upon his request. She took the glass and took a small sip of the wine, it felt amazing as it traveled down her throat and to her stomach, she felt dehydrated, so she wanted to chug the entire glass and another and another, but she had to force herself to stop from doing so, but the thought still lingered in her mind. She could smell the food as it was being brought in, her stomach rumbled as it was set on the table in front of them. She prepared her plate and ate rather quickly, savoring the taste of the meats and the vegetables and bread as it settled in her stomach like it should. She didn't really care how foolish she appeared, she was just glad to finally eat something other then stale bread and week old cheese, which kept her sick often.

When she was finished, she patted her mouth and finished the rest of her wine. "Thank you, sir." She said, remembering to not look away or look down, he didn't want her to and she wanted to, needed to, please him. He seemed harmless enough.

Bride To Slavery

Charlotte watched as Lord Ewing was risked away by the man named Karol, leaving her alone with her new master. She was expecting a slap to the face, being belittled, or him rushing her to his bedroom to try her out and have his way with her, but instead he spoke to hear, his voice gentle and non-threatening. He introduced himself as Alwyn, but didn't refer himself as her master, which was odd, they usually did. She gasped softly as he grabbed her arm and led her down a long hallway. It was beautiful, they always were, but she never really got the chance to stop and admire the beauty of her previous homes, nod doubt this one would be different.

He told two maids standing at the end of the decorated hallway to get her cleaned up and changed, was she going to get to actually wear something not dirty or torn, or old? The two maids did exactly as instructed. About an hour later, Charlotte was bathed, her brunette hair in natural curls, and changed into a lavender gown that reached the floor, the corset top hugging her, which at the waist flowed out, a new pair of white shoes occupied her feet.

She was then being led to a dining room, where a place for her was set up, her new master, or whatever he was, sitting at the end. Charlotte took her place at the table and kept her gaze down, her previous homes she wasn't allowed to look her master in the eye, so it was what she was trained to do.

Bride To Slavery

Haha yeah I was going to look for another one and I'm done. (:

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Cleaning. Cooking. Pleasure. That's all Charlotte seemed to be good for, ever since she was fifteen. Her parents had died from natural causes, some kind of sickness, so she was fair game. Had had been bounced around to three different homes, being the home owner's personal slave. She had a nice room and food in her stomach, so she couldn't complain about that, though it wasn't free. At only fifteen years old, she had her virginity taken from her and was beaten if she disobeyed. Which she did at first, but now she knew better then to test the limits with her masters. Now, she was being sold to a new home. A new master.

Charlotte packed what little clothing she had, which wasn't much and it's what she made herself. Three dresses, torn and dirty, and she had one nice dress, this given to her by a chambermaid from her second home. She usually wore it when she was placed to a new home, to make herself presentable. It was a pastel blue color, ruffles at the edge and sleeves, a elegant v-cut in the front. She slipped into white slippers and brushed her dark brunette hair back, tying it in place with a blue ribbon.

She hadn't ate in two days, so she lost a small amount of weight, she had dark circles under her eyes from not being able to sleep well. She sighed softly as her current mast, Lord Ewing, pulled her by the arm and threw her into the horse drawn carriage. He told the horseman the destination, and off they went. Charlotte looked outside at the trees as they passed by, and soon enough they were in a different village and approaching a black castle, it was beautiful, not shabby like the previous.

Lord Ewing got out when they stopped and dragged Charlotte to the door. He had to be there to collect his coins and drop her off. He used the knocker to knock on the door and waited for a response. A older man answered and led the two in. "Master Alywn will be with you shortly." He said and went to fetch his master.

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Awesome! He's handsome. o_o

I'll get to a starter post shortly! :-)

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Would you like to begin- or should I?

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My character. (-:



NAME::

Charlotte Rousse.

AGE::

Twenty-Two