Mirror, Mirror.
- Locked due to inactivity on Aug 4, '16 4:32pm
Thread Topic: Mirror, Mirror.
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(dammit Tae just go into the f---ing mirror already)
The pouting brunette looked to the door, and for a moment he felt guilty. The poor boy might get killed out there. But it was the way of life here, and he had better things to do than cry over a lost cause. Roscoe went to his kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes sleepily. He had woken up early to record himself, but found his ex-slave touching everything. It was the stupid little thing's third strike, and Roscoe didn't like it when they tried to get more freebies out of him. He set up his coffee machine- something the slave would have done for him- and sat at the table. Now, he'd have to find another. And that was always a hard task when you had to go searching like a dog for scraps. -
(He gonna go le proof)
Tae slowly walked over to the mirror, eyeing it suspiciously. He looked at his reflection. All Tae was wearing were a pair of black skinny jeans. His stomach was flat, his ribs showing off how much he didn't eat. Tae aimlessly ran his fingers along the golden trim of the mirror. He then felt as if the mirror had shocked him, and snatched his hand back. Curious, he touched the glass of the mirror to see if it would do the same. Tae felt as he was being sucked in, having no time to scream as he was pulled into the glass. He saw black and then felt a sharp pain in his back and saw daylight. Tae groaned and got up, running his fingers through his almost golden colored hair, looking around. Around him were booths, marketplaces and people scurrying around. "The hell...?" -
(but now he'll never get dat shower
oh well *shrugie*)
It took Roscoe a while to get fully ready. He thought the coffee wouldn't take long to get ready, but he had been sitting there for a good five minutes and there wasn't enough for a cup. Angry, hetripped over the chairstood up and stomped off to his room. Again, he found himself doing something he would have preferred to have the slave do- pick out clothing for the day. The brunette stood in front of the closet, his eyes spacey, as he gazed at all of the clothing choices. He wasn't very picky, but he found himself struggling to find the "right" shirt. That took him over half an hour to do- and then, if it couldn't have been bad enough, the stupid coffee machine wasn't one that stopped on its own. So it was overflowing when he came out, dressed. That mess took an extra thirty minutes to clean up, and then he had to make his own breakfast. By the time he had finally gotten settled down, it was noon time, the time he'd go out to find a new slave. He was pretty much fed up, but glad he'd get a chance to go looking. Hopefully, he'd find someone. He didn't want to deal for another hour on his own. -
(Who cares he smells like vanilla or at least I imagine he does)
Very confused, Tae walked up to someone who had rope tied around her wrists. "Excuse me do you-" A man standing behind the woman whipped her back, making her cry out in pain and continue walking. Tae stared at them as they left, horrified about what he had done. Tae started walking down the street and noticed something. Everyone walking either had ropes tied around their wrists, or they were wearing a gold bracelet. The ones with the ropes around their hands seemed fragile and unwell kept. The ones with the golden bracelets on one wrist on the other hand, looked well kept and tidy. -
(snorts)
Roscoe sat there in his chair, unwilling to stand. He had just relaxed, and he didn't want to get up. Alas, his house was too.. Quiet. So he stood, got his shoes on, and headed out without doing much further. He saw all of the others out there, all of them with their pets. One of his neighbors looked over, sneering. "Ah, Roscoe, the picky master. How'd you fair, doing everything this morning on your own?" He looked over at the man, shrugging.
"I didn't do well, I guess. Did someone pick him up?" Roscoe inquired with a slight head tilt.
"Mm, I did. Thanks, Roscoe." The other man turned, walking into his house without another word.
"..No problem," the brunette hissed under his breath. "Your third this week, and you're calling me picky.." Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he headed out towards one of the marketplaces, already stiff and feeling worn out. -
Tae walked down the street, asking many bypasses if they knew where they were. All of them ignored him and continued walking. Tae sighed and continued walking. He noticed some women with ropes around their wrists carrying what looked like a cart. They held up a small wooden box that had beautiful red and yellow carpet draped over it. Tae could only get a glimpse of who was sitting inside, but he saw that the man inside was wearing a gold bracelet on his right arm. Tae sighed and wondered if he was the only one not wearing rope or golden bracelets.
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Upon arriving at the marketplace, Roscoe noticed three things. One, more people were there than usual. Two, he didn't like people, and so this would be horrible. Three, there was someone strange running around. He decided three was the most important and slipped into the crowd to peer at him. He had a crown of blonde hair, and he looked distraught. No one was paying any mind to him, and with a slight smirk, he noticed that the boy didn't have the bracelet nor ropes. A newbie. "Oh, Roscoe, you've done it now." He pushed through the crowd, walking up to him. "You really should stop shouting, boy. Don't you know that the animals will hear you?"
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Tae jumped at the sound of a man's voice. He turned and found a man standing beside him. Tae noticed that the man wasn't wearing ropes around his hands. Tae shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry.." He said softly. Tae wasn't trying to whisper, his voice was just always quiet and soft. "What animals? I just wanna go home!"
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"It's a sort of metaphor. By animals, I meant all of the richer and stuck up masters around here.. All of the ones with gold bracelets that would take you when they already have a bunch of little slaves. It's quite irritating, and they come at the cry of someone such as you." Roscoe's eyes flickered up, and he could see some of the ones with gold bracelets looking over longingly. Feeling the need to stake his claim, he wrapped his arm around Tae's shoulders, sneering at them. He dropped it when he looked down at the boy in his hold. "Home? Oh, you poor thing.. You might never get to go home. In fact, I doubt anyone has. Why don't you come with me, and I'll explain the system to you?"
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Tae bit his bottom lip, greatly confused. "Well, that's a sick metaphor..M-masters? Tae watched as more men and women with gold bracelets crowded around, looking at Tae like he was fresh meat and they were the prey. Tae suddenly understood the nasty metaphor. Tae flinched at the man's touch, biting his lip harder. "Why? Why can't I go home?" He whined, pulling away from the man. "I-I'm not g-going anywhere w-with you!" Tears starting Rollin down Tae's face. He felt so small in the crowd of people.
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"Sick? No, it's quite fitting. They are animals.. Worse than I, even." He didn't respond to the second word, and rather looked down, wondering if he would catch on. He was surprised that it didn't take too long for the boy to get the small joke, and he was even more surprised that he had the nerve to flinch at him. "Like I said, I'd explain, if you'd just.. Hey! Calm down, would you? I won't hurt you, unless you keep that useless crying up." Roscoe's hand shot out, and he grabbed onto Tae's wrist, but it was rather gentle. "Don't cry, boy.. Look, my name is Roscoe. I don't really want to drag you with me, but it that's what it'll take, I won't hesitate to do so."
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