Charlotte

Charlotte ' Charlie' Rose ♥ Human ♥ Slave ♥ Unclaimed ♥ Virgin ♥ Youngest of Eight, only daughter ♥ Orphan ♥ 19 ♥ 5'0 ♥ 99 lbs

[holopuns]

[melisica]

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wrenpak:

“The Sound of Music,” she echoes, a quiet murmur under her breath. She never knew it had a title. Stories were a rare treat, whispered through the darkness when she was left at the altar overnight. She likes this one. Very fitting. And she might like that this girl had her brood of brothers, that they took care of each other. Community is invaluable. “Father taught me about the vices of men.” She blinks, struggling to remember what they were. But she can only recall the lilt of his voice, the way it echoed against the walls in his fervor. “I don’t remember, though. I never faced them. What was it like? I imagine it made things difficult.”

“The vices of men?” The way she said father was strange, too, and it made her wonder if this girl had grown up as some part of a cult or something. “It was... it wasn’t easy. We were really poor, and what money they made went to those vices. So I.. I worked a lot. They made sure I was always safe, though.” Or most of them did. Shifting a little, doing her best to ignore the press of her scars along the inside of the back of the shirt, Charlie chewed on her lip and turned her gaze back to her companion. “Can we-... can we talk about something else? Can we... can we talk about you?”

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fxckelijah:

“No.” He’d answered the question in the same flat tone reserved for everyone and anyone. There were enough exceptions to count on a single hand but he’d never name them, well aware of how weaknesses were most commonly used to manipulate one way or another. He’d always preferred his emotions buried, where they belonged, instead of on display like the rest of the fool. “And stop asking.” Reminded, as if patience was wearing paper thin by the second and everyone knew, it wasn’t like he’d possessed much to begin with.

“Oh.” Face falling a little bit, Charlie chewed on her lip, paper folded in her hand curled into a fist around it. “I just...” Lips pursing as she took a little breath to swallow back the ball in her throat, the small slave moved for the door to his office, planning on heading back to her cell before the free hour was over. “Have you tried any of the food I froze at Mister Hayes? I hope you liked it. I-....” Faltering a bit, she took a deep breath and offered the tall man a soft, resigned, yet genuine smile. “I just wait and... and hope for a chance to say hello to him myself.”

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agameofkings:

Standing on the bank, the man was painted as the god he once was against the backdrop of water and sunset. The siholette of physique complimenting skin decorated with muscle and scar tissues, standing out like untold stories. Here and there, some easier to dechiper than others. Reaching hand down, he’d take a flat stone, turning it over in callloused hands before the commentary came. The dialogue wasn’t polished, or poised for anyone in particular, instead an observation. Truthfully, if it weren’t for solid senses, he wouldn’t have even known anyone were standing there. “Most people don’t come out this far, what’s your excuse?”

Coming back from one of her rare rentals, it’d been a day running errands for a Mistress, and dusk had fallen as she’d made her way back, dragging her feet in an effort to put off another sleepless night alone in the cavae with just her thoughts and her nightmares. For the first time, she passed the beach on her way back, and her steps paused there to calculate the risk of stopping to get close enough to the water to look. Even if she wouldn’t get even near close enough for the water to touch her. It wasn’t until she’d approached that she’d realised someone was there, her quick retreat stopped dead as she heard herself addressed. Swallowing hard, stomach jumping into her throat, she turned around and tried to speak clearly, but her voice was barely more than a whisper. “I-... I haven’t seen the water yet.”

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wrenpak:

She closes her eyes to hear the words better, knuckles curled against her lips, then pressing briefly to her temple. She knows siblings, she remembers something about siblings. But sisters, she thinks, not brothers. A sister. One who wasn’t allowed. But she sighs, and shakes her head, opening her eyes to peer at the girl as she finishes speaking. “No, no, it doesn’t matter anyway.” Surely it’s not lost to her forever. And she can indulge a curiosity of a different kind for now, a more aimless, vicarious one. “You were close. Did you sing with them? I heard a story once about siblings who sang together with their nanny.“

Watching the other girl, Charlie wasn’t sure what she was doing, other than listening, obviously. Doesn’t matter? Blinking as she did her best not to be a little offended, Charlie was almost taken aback when another question was turned her way. It was starting almost to feel like an interview. “Sing? What... Do you-... do you mean The Sound of Music? No-.. no that’s not like.. a usual thing for people. I mean most people, I guess. We just took care of each other, or did our best. They had a lot of... um... vices.”

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underyourskinx:

“Master?” Parroted the word as if it needed something extra to be fully understood, a rare innocence seemed to radiate from stony features. “I didn’t know they offered degrees in hand puppetry, where have you been all my life, Charlie?” Standard issue fabric that coated chest was grabbed, held like he was pained at the thought of maybe he distance. Grin followed happily behind features as larger frame found bike in the grass beside her. His hand held up in comparison to her smaller one. “Listen, when I make these puppets my bitch, I fully expect to be handed your title…official ceremony and all.”

She liked him. He had a good sense of humor that put her quickly at ease and she always looked forward to his company, shifting a little so he could sit comfortably at her side. “Honestly? Living in a ghetto in Detroit.” Smiling at him as she moved her hand over to better study the size difference in their hands. His made hers look like the hands of a child. “Be handed my title?” Hand moving to her chest as she gave a playful gasp of indignation. “Please, that would never happen and you know it.” Smirking at him, she sighed and let her head fall over onto his shoulder. “Nah, you can have the title. An official ceremony sounds like fun. I’ll make you a trophy out of grass cuttings the next time they do it.” 

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gatekeepxrs:

“It’s just a band aid to hide the truth, some prefer honesty. Transparency helps keep reality in check.” Hand reaches up and tapped her finger to temple, demonstrating the so called hold everyone should have demanded over the dangers of their own mind. She’d seen many make a home of this hell, and for all the wrong reasons. After all, lies were in some cases, the best form of self defense. Her head shook however at the opinion on manners. “Respect is to be earned, not given freely. I hardly think some of these animals deserve their title, let alone respect that’s been bought and paid for.” Shrugged, well aware that dues bought more than just renting rights around here, they stroked egos.

“I prefer honesty. I find that’s usually the best way to go.” Lying was hard and Charlie had never been good at it. Too nervous to really ever get it right. Unless of course, it was to help someone else, for that was what always seemed to be what gave her the most motivation. Nodding her head, she understood that, and agreed, but also knew it could be hazardous to her health. “Being rude could get me in trouble, and I’m Human, so trouble could mean the end of me. It’s a safety precaution... and.. well, habit, if I’m honest.”

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wrenpak:

That concept is a bit harder to grasp. Her own mothers were a constant presence, flittering about her like hummingbirds as she attended to her duties - she even remembers some of their faces still. Hema would be disappointed. “He was tall,” she answers, holding her hand up to study the lines of her palm in the sunlight. “This isn’t working. Tell me about your brothers. I wasn’t allowed to have siblings.”

Wasn’t allowed to have siblings? As if it was her decision? Was someone keeping her parents from having more? This wasn’t working for what? So many questions ran through Charlie’s head, but it was obvious this girl wasn’t wanting to talk about herself and she wasn’t rude enough to push it. “Well... They’re all much older, the one closest in age to me is still seven years older than I am. There’s seven of them, the oldest is well into his thirties.” Though she kept it to herself that he was the one who had probably told her to Evergreen Parish. “We were all mostly really close, we lived in a two bedroom flat in Detroit. Um... I don’t know what else to say..”

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wrenpak:

She considers the concept, measures it against her own life, trying to imagine what might have been had she never met Father. She was lost when he died, so she can only assume she would have been lost never having known him at all. “Brothers.” Multiple, and unfamiliar. And the thought that strikes her is a delightful one. “Was your mother a loose woman?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. I didn’t really know her, either. I maybe met her twice my entire life and she... She was a mess. My brothers raised me. A brood of orphans.” Giving a chuckle with no humour behind it, Charlie gave a little sigh and look back towards the other. “What about you? What was your father like?”

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“I-... I’m so sorry...it- it was an accident.”

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wrenpak:

There’s a frown on Wren’s face as she sits cross-legged in the grass, a distant sort of focus in her attempts to search through her thoughts. She remembers Father, with that loud, gravelly voice, telling her… something. Important. Something lost now, she thinks, or something yet to come. But that’s not possible, not anymore. She’s stuck. Her thoughts are stuck. And her attention shifts toward the nearest person, hoping they could jolt her free. “Will you tell me something about your father?”

Looking over as words brought her out of her day dream, Charlie glanced over at the girl at her side and shook her head with a small shrug. “I mean, I would, but I never met him. I don’t even know a thing about him, most of my brothers don’t even know theirs, either. I’m sorry.”

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The magical sitar falls from the roof and says: “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn… is just to love and be loved in return.”

[lestateur]

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abdultroy:

“so…” he begins, boots carry him. down through the cavae. “this place again,”it reeked, not of the usual stink of death and decay he was used to but… it was just too dank and dark for him. ironic as it was, he much preferred something a little more— not quite certain what it was, but it wasn’t this. perhaps he could do some changes around here, but it wasn’t really his concern despite being on the council. the founders knew what they were doing, had since the beginning so abdul was more than happy to just sit back and let others do most of the work  ; until something came across he didn’t like, it was settled for now. “anyone got any recommendations?  I’m feeling kind of generous today.”

Hearing his words from where she sat on her cot, Charlie slowly slid off of it and came toward the bars, tiny hands wrapping around them as she leaned out to peer at the gentleman who spoke. Did he mean for the cavae? Was he offering to listen, maybe to change something? Was this her chance to finally take steps toward improving the cavae for the others. “I do...” Her voice was small, nervous and unsure of the smarts of speaking out, but the idea of helping all of them was too much for her too keep quiet. “I-... I have some suggestions, Sir.” Sticking a small, pale and freckled arm as far through the bars she could, Charlie gave a little wave so he’d see which cell she was speaking from. 

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gatekeepxrs:

“Guest would be the nicer way to say slave, import, whatever term you prefer really.” They were property no matter how you dressed up the phrase or the person. While she might have indulged in the seemingly archaic notion, that didn’t mean she wasn’t aware of the sacrifice itself. Lack of sympathy aside, she’d take the small hand offered to her. “Now tell me Charlie, what in God’s name possesses you to mind your manners in a place like this?”

“That’s true. I guess it just sounds funny. Would probably easier to get used to than.. you know... slave.” Prisoner would even have been more apt, a thing she’d come to realize that she may have always been. Coming to this place had forced her to realize a lot about herself. The question turned toward her forced a small chuckle past her lips as she shook her head with a little shrug. “Because... Why shouldn’t I? Not only would being rude be dangerous here, but... Everyone deserves respect.”