Fighters Spirit

Dean Crawford - 34/Slave - Member of Blood and Rope RPG "Better to be a strong man with a weak point, than to be a weak man without a strong point."

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rosaliexthorpe:

Rosalie’s eyes closed when she felt herself being pulled back against firm muscles and a purr ––although drowned by the loud music–– escaped her throat the second she felt the stranger’s lips against her neck. A small smile tugged on her lips before her teeth pillowed against her bottom lip, already feeling herself getting lost in the sensation that this lack of distance brought. The blonde kept moving her hips to the rhythm of the music in an attempt to encourage him not to stop. She didn’t care that she had no clue who he was ––if anything, that only added to the thrill–– nor that they were in the middle of a dancing crowd, by no means concealed from their gazes. This is why she loved the Chateau, why she came here night after night … a place that encouraged sin, that strived because of it.

Dean felt a rumble . He wasn't sure if it was from a laugh, her talking or something else but there was no pushing him away. Heck she pulled him even more against her so there was no way that he would be stopping. Hands glided along her hips as he held her against him, grinding his growing erection against her. The club was quite different from what he was used to. Normally he would end up in a bar which then would lead to a fight outside. Could something like that happen in a place like this? Sure. Did he plan on having that happen tonight? Not when he has this blonde in front of him. The mistress that rented him was truly missing out.

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rosaliexthorpe:

Considering that Rosalie didn’t necessarily plan to bid on anyone, it came quite as a surprise to the blonde that she was actually about to leave with two people tonight. Or well … she assumed Lilith was out and about, causing some havoc probably before stumbling into her place at an ungodly hour. She just hoped she’d remember the key Rosalie had given her earlier and actually find her place once she was ready to pass out somewhere. She watched the crowd of people that slowly started to cease in numbers and emptied her glass of champagne with one last sip, having had quite a few glasses throughout the night and feeling a nice buzz at this point. Her dress was nuisance by now despite how beautiful it was and the shoes she was wearing were slowly starting to kill her. She turned her head to look at Dean, smiling brightly as more and more people left before brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. A laugh escaped her lips. “You really are not a fan of ties, are you?” she asked when she saw what he had done with it. “What do you think? Call it a night and get out of here?”

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The night had turned out much better than what Dean had expected it to be. He had heard stories from other slaves on how this event could turn out, how there is always someone lurking in the crowd that was there wanting a slave for horrible reasons. He seemed to have faired pretty well, he had two women that had bid on him and in the end he had been one by a pretty good one. Lowering his glass of whiskey from his lips his blue hues drofted along the woman that had won him; Rosalie. He was quite lucky, lucky in meeting her that night at the club and lucky that she had won him. He could say that his luck was turning but he'd be too optimistic, he was still a slave. At the laugh and mention of his tie a grin split his lips, his gaze falling to his chest where the tie had been before. "Hate those damned things, luckily someone was willing to take it off of my hands, well neck". At the mention of leaving his gaze drifted for a moment around the room as he downed the rest of his glass, the glass making a light clank as he set it upon the bar. The place was quickly vacating and he didn't see a reason why they should be staying any longer. "That sounds like a very good idea to me. Where shall we go, your place"? He extended a hand out towards her.

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Dean fiddled with the tie around his neck, how he heated these things. Always they felt like they were chocking him, no matter how loose they were worn. Which is why he never wore them but they insisted that he did. The stylist fussed over his look, especially the light bruising on his face as well as the slightly split lip. Things were healing well since his arrival but he still looked like he got into a fight. Letting out a sigh he glanced around before making his way over to the bar for a drink.

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xjadedx:

“Mom, I know my birthday’s not till October, but I really want a little brother or sister.” Jade nearly choked at the words, letting out a slight laugh. Glancing around at their surroundings, she gave a vague smile to the person nearby before returning to look at her kid. “That’s not exactly… I can’t really buy that for you, kiddo. Maybe think of something more – realistic,” she leaned in, kissing the top of her head before letting her run off to play a few feet away with one of her friends. “Kids say the craziest things,” she said, half to herself, half to the person that had to have overheard the conversation.

Leather boots brought Dean across the park, taking in a deep breath of air. Since arriving in this city he felt like he was never able to get out and enjoy some time for himself. Escaping the watchful eyes of the guards he crossed the garden and into the city, soon he found himself crossing the local park. He was walking past a mosther and daughter when he heard her outburst, he paused in his steps; smirking at the little girls request. At the mothers remark he found himself repsonding, "That they do, seems that you have quite some shoes to fill".

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keithxfrost:

Looks like they had replaced him already. Keith heard about a group of the guards beating on some new slave which was a surprise since usually he was at the center of those rumors but it made sense why they had just passed him by this time. He stopped when he saw the slave that was supposedly the one everyone was talking about. “That won’t be the last one,” he spoke, ignoring the throbbing in his shoulder that had come from a similar situation.

By the way the other slave before Dean spoke it seemed that he had experianced this before. Seems he wasn't the only one that the guards had taken an interest in. "Had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last one. They seemed to enjoy punching me but only stopped when I started to fight back". He lifted his gaze up, "Let me guess, you are another favorite of theirs"?

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socialitesara:

“Okay, so that’s it. My life is officially over.”

"What happened? Your car turn into a pumkin at midnight priness"?

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trainerfontaine:

Felix had installed a few workout tools in his office, a treadmill and punching bag for his convenience. He had just finished his last set on the punching bag when he heard a knock on his door, picking up his discarded jacket, he tugged it on haphazardly as he opened the door. “May I help you?” He asked in a neutral tone, features void of emotions as always

The expressions on Dean's face matched those of the man that he stood in front of. "I was told to "report" here". A guard had stopped him in the hall, telling him of where he was supposed to go today. After giving a punch to his stomach. "If not I'll gladly leave".

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artistroseism:

Annette had decided to go out tonight, something she hadn’t done in a long time, she had her hair down and slightly curled, she was wearing a red skater skirt to match the lingerie underneath and she had on a strapless black lace slightly cropped corset with her leather jacket on and high heeled ankle boots with spikes on the back. She was dancing with not just one person but a few people in the middle of the dance floor, it was more like a group dancing type of thing, she let the music move her as she rocked her hips to the beat and ran her fingers through her hair. 

She needed to forget about Gideon, forget about the shit of a life she’s had so she went out dancing and drinking, she downed the shot that one of the girls she had been dancing with handed to her and she was then lifted up onto the bar and she just started to dance, it was completely unlike her but she just need to be someone else tonight, someone that wasn’t sad or angry or broken.

"Another", Dean muttered to the bartender. The bartender gave him a look over before giving a nod of his head and moved away to make him his drink. He was lucky to have been able to sneak into this place, the bands on his wrist marking him as a slave didn't seem to deture anyone away from him. Already he had women at his side but he had no interest in them, all he wanted tonight was to have something to drink. In no time the bartender returned with his glass; rum and coke. He lifted the glass to his lips, ignoring the burn from his cut lip as he took a heavy drink. The music changed to another song and the music echoed throughtout the place, bodies brushing against his back as he sat at the bar. Trying to ignore them was close to impossible, especially when a couple climbed onto the bar he was at to continue dancing. A huff of hot air left him as he rescued his drink from almost being knocked over by the brunette that was now dancing right in front of him.

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rosaliexthorpe:

The Velvet was packed and while Rosalie usually enjoyed the more relaxed ambience at the Chateau she couldn’t deny that the feeling of bodies pressing against hers was quite thrilling. A thin layer of sweat covered her skin and her dress clung to her curves as she kept dancing to the deafening beat that was booming from the speakers. She could feel someone’s hands resting on her hips and closed her eyes before leaning her head back, exposing her neck in the most delicious way.

The pounding music from the speakers hurt Dean's ears. He didn't like being in places like this but it was better than the House. The woman that had brought him here had vanished in the crowd and he wasn't interested in finding where she went. Instead he wove his way through the crowd of dancing bodies towards the bar, he defiantly needed a drink. Though a flash of blonde hair caused him to turn his head, taking in the woman that was very much enjoying herself. Now that was an apportunity he didn't see to pass up. Leather boots brought him closer till his hands were on her hips, pulling her back tight against him and when that head dipped back exposing her neck his lips brushed against them; a smirk cracking his lips.

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cosettedumont:

Cosette didn’t like the dark. In fact, it terrified her, leaving her lively imagination to run wild as the faintest of sounds had her on edge. She still didn’t understand what she had done to offend the guards for them to lock her in here. All she knew was that she’d do anything to get out of here again. She bent her knees, pulling them close to her chest while she’d cover her ears and shut her eyes, humming a melody that slowly dissolved into a whimper as the darkness devoured her and left nothing more but a weeping bundle.

Dean didn't understand this place, didn't understand how a city could allow this. The last he knew savery was abolished years ago, but now it is back in a sicker way then before. And he was now apart of it. If it wouldn't have been for those few goons that jumped him he would be a free man. A huff of air left his lungs, making him wince slightly at the dull ache in his ribs. Since his arrival he seemed to peak the interest in the guards that controlled the place and had shown that interest by a quick cornering of him and raining punches along his body. His tongue trailed along his bottom lip to the split at the corner. His feet led him down the hall, a random hall in this place, not even sure where he was going; he just needed to keep his mind busy. A whimper and a soft tune caused him to pause. His head angled towards a door to his right, the curiousity drawing him to the door. Reaching out he grasped the handle, feeling the resistance from the lock. Damn place. "Hang on, I'll be back". He didn't wait for a response as he turned away, walking back up the hall to find something to open the door.

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nate-cohen:

Time seemed to stand still for Nathan in this place. He was still in shock over what had happened to him. His goddamned best friend betrayed him, and now he was a slave. A slave. He didn’t even think that was a thing anymore. Nathan hated this, he hated everything about this, but he needed to survive still. It was easy to fake a smile, even easier to pretend everything was alright. He would dip his head down and smile at any higher up looked at him, giving them respect as if he were lower than them. It made his gut twist. Be good, just be good. All of this was so tiring. Nathan made his way out of his living areas and walked around, trying to find something to get his mind off of everything. He wasn’t paying full attention until he walked right into someone. He jumped back and held his hands up, “Holy-…I am so sorry! Are you alright?”

This place was still a mystery to Dean and whatever way he went never seemed to get him to where he needed. Whenever he would find an exit to this place he would always find a guard standing there. Ever since he had arrived it seemed they had taken a liking to him, in a way where they would try to beat the living shit out of him. Dean was used to fighting, he used to do that a lot in his past time; in his life before this place. They had always been one on one fights, not four to five on one. He barely stood a change in those fights. He already bore the marks on his last run in with them. His cheek was purprle from the punch as well as his lower lip was split. Running a hand through his hair, he bore no attentiont to his surroundings as he made his way down the hall. When his shoulder did he lift his head, looking at the other frightened slave and when he spoke. "Just pg".

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fifixdixon:

Sofia had heard about the fight with one of the newest additions almost immediately. She’d been in her office at the time, and gladly volunteered to pay their new slave a visit. It surely couldn’t hurt to have a little one-on-one with him herself. Her stilettos clicked against the wood as she traversed the corridors to where he was being kept. When she arrived one guard was standing by, and she quickly dismissed him. She wasn’t a woman who required protection. 

“Not a good start, hm?” Sofia faced the slave, noticing the split in his lip as she surveyed him. 

Dean's gaze stayed locked on the form of the woman as she meade her way towards him. By the way that she held herself he knew two things. One, she was either a mistress or a employee of this hell hole. Two, things were about to get interesting. His gaze flickered from the woman to the gard that was being dismissed, now what could this woman have in mind? At her words he arched a brow, a slight shake of his head as he turned his head away. "And I thought that's how you are supposed to make introductions in this kind of place. Maybe I should kiss some ass next time."

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kylexhartley:

Kyle was justwalking around the halls, bored as all fuck. He had already finished his choresfor the day, no freaks had come wanting to get their kinks out andhe was pretty sure he wasn’t breaking any rules. So, yeah, boredom. He did not expect the staff to let him use a computer or wtv, but he just wanted something to distract hismind with. Turning aroung a corner made him wish to go back to nothing happening. One look at the wounded slavewas enough to make his mind go into ‘nope mode’, survival instinct kicking in andtelling him to get the fuck out of there. “That looks like a great work of theguards and I’m sure you are having a wonderful time here. But maybe I shouldjust…” Kyle stood there, gesticulating to the way he came from. He wasn’t sureif it was a worse idea to stay or to try to walk away in that situation.

At the words of the frightened slave Dean gave off a scoff, shaking his head lightly. "The guards, now I would like to see what they can do". His hand lifted and wiped away the trickle of blood that trailed down his chin. "Wonderful my ass, if I was having such a wonderful time than I wouldn't be in this place". He caught the hesitation and fear that the slave was showing. "I'm not going to hurt you if that is what you are worried about".