Kinda wanna soap
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Thread Topic: Kinda wanna soap
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That's fine ^.^
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f--- I just found too many cute boys
uhhh
Wanna help me settle on one? owo -
YES
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I know I could have found cuter but I'm too lazy
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I almost couldn't choose
Gah
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lol alright, thanks
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Name: Elliot Finley Sherwood
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Shy, quiet, though rebellious despite his weak state
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Name: Ariel Brohan
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Age: Unknown
Looks:
Personality: Ariel is impatient and needy. He is overconfident and cocky, often mocking others for their selflessness. He is quite selfish. However, he can be quite compassionate and protective. He is fierce, rebellious and forceful. He takes what he wants and gets it. Ariel believes he is all that. He doesn't fear much, but he does fear getting tortured by his higher-ups, as he has been before, and has scars adorning his body. He is quite obsessive as well.
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hoooooly s--- i would LOVE to be owned by that hottie
aaaaaaaaaaanyway
shall I start? :3 -
Samesamesame
And sure -
Elliot squirmed uncomfortably in the auction man's grasp. He had only just turned 18, but the sellers were anxious to see how well he would sell for. The younger they were, the easier they were to sell. 18 was the youngest age that they could sell. Having grown up knowing this day would come didn't help ease his worry. He watched as another slave- a female- was being brought back from the stage. It was his turn now. A shiver ran down his spine as he heard the announcer standing there, saying that an 'unusual human' would be up next. Elliot knew that his purple hair was dye, a prank done by some angels whom were his caretakers, but his eyes were natural. A dull gray, the color of clouds on a rainy day. Gray eyes were rare. That made him special in the auction house. Or, at least, that's what they said. As he was pulled in front of the curtains and tossed onto the stage with his hands bound behind his back, he wasn't sure what to expect.
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Of the many amused angels in the audience, Ariel considered himself to be the most important. Called a "whiny brat" and "needy little boy" by his superiors, Ariel believed they were just jealous. His mouth spread into a wide smile as the next human was thrown onto the stage. The purple haired boy was cute, he thought. But was he worth his time? The boys in his custody were blessed, to be toyed with by an angel should be an honor, not demeaning. He had no idea why they didn't adore him more. He practically spoiled them, but they insisted he had bad intentions. Of course, this was because he did. He went through boys like a growing child went through clothes.
The angel's taste was very selective, also. He considered them a "refined palate". He scanned the boy on the stage to see if the boy met such criteria. Ariel had a front row seat, of course, he couldn't settle for much less. Especially at an event as important as this! Ariel smirked a little, the boy's purple hair and gray eyes. Quite amusing. He just might bid, he decided, depending on the price~ -
Elliot blinked at the sudden light, his eyes widening as he realized there were a lot of angels there. He knew that none of them knew who would be on the stage, but he still felt sick knowing so many would treat his race like this. Gulping, he looked to his feet, his fear clearly showing. The announcer continued droning on about how special Elliot was; a true virgin, submissive, and so on. The gray eyed boy paid him no attention. He only looked up once his starting price was announced. His eyes focused on the crowd, looking for anyone who might be gentle with him. He knew that all angels were misleading, but he could hope.
"We start at one thousand," the guy boasted, his eyes looking across the crowd. "This is probably easy money for a lot of you, so let's not be shy about it. Do I have any takers?"
"One thousand and one hundred," one woman said from the back of the room. Another rose the price to one thousand and five hundred. Others were still quiet, trying to think about whether or not Elliot would be worth their pocket money. -
The angel sighed quietly. He knew he had the resources and the money, despite his low ranking. He did have many worth while connections, so it wasn't hard for Ariel to get decent sums of money. Bored sounding, the angel chimed out, "Two thousand." Not that it was a high sum of money for him. He had once paid fifty thousand for one of his toys, especially since he was so passionate about that particular one. However, he later on pledged never to pay so much. The boy happened to be a bore, and he had been tortured by his higher ups, due to the fact he was unable to pay debt. He could feel the scars on his chest burning from his peer angels' idea of a fun Friday night.
And, for a moment, he was in that memory. The air smelling of fire, his clothes completely off. He was in a back of an abandoned warehouse, where many bright eyes glared at him through the dimming light. They lit matches, enjoying his screams as they burned the hair off of his skin. They would take knives, drills and pliers, seeing which spurred the most reaction out of the angel. They chanted deameaning words, laughing as they peeled off his skin, tore off limb after limb. And every time he would regenerate. There was no end.
The angel's cheeks were a bright pink by the time he had returned back to reality. It was the most terrible, most scarring memory he had. The idea that angels were pure and fair, the idea that they were all innocent goody two shoes, that had been extinguished long ago. After an eternity dealing with one another, they were free to unleash their anger, frustration and anxieties. They were free to have what they had always wanted: a choice. And it was clear that it was a mistake to have much a powerful tool in their hands, using their free will to hurt and persecute other's. But Ariel was no different.
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