fire in my soul

"A new mystery rolled into town..."

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eduardoxvaldes:

Rafael looked at the girl and raised a brow, replying in equally soft tones, “Oh were you under the understanding that we came from people inclined to be equalitarian? I recall enough of the history. At least here I am not shoved to the lowest strata because of where my people originally come from or because I speak Spanish better than English. The world has always been divided into leaders and followers for rarely as thorough a reason as they provide here. Usually it is something ridiculous like the color of skin or the fact that I have a cock and you are to be considered less because you do not. Ridiculous nonsense.” Eduardo shrugged expressively. “Perhaps this place is equally arbitrary and only pretends to be otherwise. I do not know yet. But it is worth a chance, no? To have leaders who were meant to lead because it is something in them that drives them in this manner and not merely because they possess blue eyes and white skin.”

"Whether or not the people we came from were egalitarians is besides the point.” She argued, tone not holding the amusement that it tended to, yet too soft and gentle to come across as rude - almost informative. “History also had a repeatedly clear presence of people trying to fight to remove systematic barriers, of wanting the opposite of what our leaders deemed as okay. You can’t justify this kind of divide just because it doesn’t come with some of the negatives that things in the past did. The fact still stands that there’s an unjust here and an entire world just beyond the walls capable of being built on much better grounds.” Her eyes flashed, examining the space around them, being sure that no one else was nearby enough to listen in before she shook her head, lifting her glass to her lips and taking a swig of the liquid. “This place has no thorough reason let alone a logical one.”

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sloanbryant:

“Thank god - don’t know what I’d do without couches for sitting. How comfy are we talking? There’s a lot of factors that should be considered in that answer. And are you a risk taker?”

“The couches? ...depends on the room you’re in, but, I think they tend to be pretty comfortable. -Especially compared to what most of us are used to outside these walls.” Her lips quirked upwards deviously, eyes seeming to brighten with mischief. “Sweetheart, you’re talking to one of - if not the biggest risk taker in this here establishment.”

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eduardoxvaldes:

“Tsk… you are a brat.” Eduardo replied with a huff of air. He lounged against the wall and considered the small female again. “Are you content here? Or are you wishing you could be elsewhere?”

“So, I am.” She admitted without a hint of shame, knowing full and well that nine times out of ten she was a shit. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a little more specific, sweetheart. Here as in this windowsill?” She questioned, a hand lifting to gesture to the space around them. “Here are in this building, this city, this world?”

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eduardoxvaldes:

“To forge something new? A society. Relationships. A social network upon which we can build something beyond our separate families.” He replied softly. At least that was why he was here. He wasn’t sure of the others.

“A society and social network where some random group of people decide who happens to be more deserving of a suite complete with all the accommodations while others are only worthy of sharing a bunk and having to obey orders like servants?” She inquired, voice soft, brows raised in curiousity. On a normal basis, she wouldn’t bother speak on such topics - but it had been brought up and she figured with the music coming from the speakers overhead, the mics wouldn’t be able to pick up on their conversation. 

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camxronthompson:

Sweetheart; that’s bullshit and I think we both know it. - I mean, don’t get me wrong, some people practically need them in order to survive and I cherish those too pure souls, but others? We do just fine holding up our own confidence. Cameron chuckled and shrugged his shoulders casually as he looked at the other brunette, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for her to respond to his question. Because I believe that at least ninety percent of the dominants here only desire compliments if they’re coming past the lips of some sweet submissive, not a fellow dominant sounding like they’re trying to appease you for some unknown reason. Cameron hummed and nodded. “Well, honestly, compliments from anyone is always awesome, whether they’re from dominants or submissives. Compliments are compliments. Do you care where they come from?”  

Fair enough. When she didn’t push the subject, honestly, Cameron had been a little shocked. He had expected her to continue question it but when she didn’t, it felt nice. Cameron shrugged his shoulders and laughed as he saw her eyes drift to the punching bag, while her lips curled upwards and then a laugh fell off her lips soon after. What about me makes you think that I haven’t struck one of these before? “I don’t know. Have you?” 

"Well, don’t me wrong, it’s not like if someone were to give me a compliment that I’d tell them to stop talking and get away from me, but...” There was a moment of hesitance, her words drifting as her eyes did the same, as if her mind was spinning and she was trying to collect the proper thoughts to put into words. “It’s like someone offering you a dip in their pool while your standing at the edge of a beach.” She finally spoke, her pale orbs lifting back to his face and brows quirking upwards at the same moment her shoulders lifted with a shrug, gaze questioning. “What’s the point?” 

There was a smile upon her lips but features seemed to knit together, as if irritated. “Sweetheart, I’m starting to think I should be offended.” Cleo jested, a hand lifting to settle upon her hip as she leaned against the punching bag. “I may not be trying to murder it like you, but you don’t have a body like this by just taking a leisurely walk on the treadmill for a few minutes everyday.”

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josiexbrien:

No need to apologize, sweetheart; this place can be a bit of a maze at first. The girl’s cheeks turned a bright pink and she nodded, tucking some more of her hair behind her ear while looking at the dark-haired woman in front of her. “Yeah, it - it definitely seems like it can be,” she spoke and nodded her head along to the words coming from her own lips, letting his tongue slide quickly across her lips as she looked around the place, at all the people talking amongst themselves and doing whatever they wanted. Hell, she could have sworn she had seen two people full-on make out in the back of the room. I’m Cleo and I will happily be your guide. “Really? Oh, thank you. That’s sweet of you. I’m Josephine. Nice to meet you, Cleo. Pretty name, by the way.”

The smile upon her lips only tugged further upwards when she noted the blush taking up residence upon the young girl’s cheeks, a welcome sight for the dominant, though for the other’s sake, she decided not to comment upon it. “I’ve actually sketched up a little map for someone before; if you’d be interested, I could always make you one as well. Make life a little easier on you in the future perhaps.” It seemed everyone struggled with the building at first, especially the submissives who had such tight restrictions on where they were and weren't allowed to go,, the realization causing her to make a mental note that she should perhaps sketch up a handful of maps and keep them for future situations such as this one. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Josephine. -And your name is beautiful as well; a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

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rileyxblake:

Realizing how annoyed she sounded, Riley felt bad. It had just been a long day and she’d already cleaned this room, only to be ordered to come back and change the sheets again right at the end of her shift. “No, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to sound so irritated,” She let out a small sigh, leaning over to start stripping the bed. “Yeah, they do tend to do that.” Rile nodded, glancing from Cleo’s arm to the beds and realized she’d assumed something that wasn’t the reason for Cleo needing the new sheets. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you were…Yeah, sorry,” She pressed her lips together and went back to work, removing all the dirty sheets and setting them on the floor fo the time being. “What did you paint?”

Truthfully, she felt bad; not that the incident had happened as accidents simply did happen, but bad that she couldn’t take care of it on her own and rather had to have someone who had surely had a much longer day than herself take care of it. “It’s really alright.” She reassured the blonde, voice warm. The dominant moved quickly to step forward and help to remove the sheets from one side of the bed, not wanting Riley to do any of the work - let alone all of it. “I don’t doubt that you have to see and deal with plenty an awful mess and people throughout your day. -Besides, it takes quite a lot to offend me.” She released the sheets once they were free, allowing Riley to gather them and inspecting to make sure her mattress hadn’t been damaged by the paint. “Unfortunately nothing yet.” She mused, pale eyes flickering up to the blonde’s own. “I went to shift something and lost a little bit of control, didn’t expect it to knock the paint onto the bed in the process, but I suppose that’s what I get for setting up an art studio so close to my bed.”

[after-the-fallgossip-blog]

Opinions on each of the dominants; Bailee, Cameron, Claire, Cleo, Eduardo and Maxwell?

I don’t really have all day to answer a question like this, sweetie, so I’m going to shorten it to something a little more digestible.

I think it’s pretty clear on how I feel about Maxwell. Cameron I have a very big weakness for, but that is just between you and I. Bailee is just the cutest little thing, I see her doing great things here. Eduardo too. We’re very lucky to have someone around here like him, because in my experience, men like that are very rare. Claire I feel like needs to find someone that can help balance all that she’s got going on. And finally Cleo.. I love Cleo. She’s just a little ball of mischievous fun.  Does that answer your question?

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xcarrythispicture:

“Who the fuck do I gotta blow ‘round here to get room service to the submissive bunks?”

“Unfortunately, I fear that would be a mute point as the people who would be sent in are other submissives.” 

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rileyxblake:

“You want me to change your sheets again?” Riley looked at them, hand on her hip as she stood in their room and let out a small sigh. “I just did them this morning. What could you have possibly of done between then and…Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

The words paired with clear annoyance didn’t trouble Cleo in the least, though she did admittedly feel a bit bad that the girl might think otherwise, she knew that she wasn’t that type of person. “You don’t have to clean it, sweetheart. If you’ve got the sheets then I promise I can handle it but unfortunately they refused to just let me request fresh ones and insisted on sending someone up.” She informed her, a smile of amusement upon her lips, though her source of entertainment was herself rather than the blonde standing in front of her. “And it’s not exactly what you think.” The dominant turned to the side, arm lifting to reveal the paint that had left it’s mark upon her skin and clothing. 

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caseyxdarling:

Casey walked out of the orientation office with a perplexed look on her face. The small welcome book was held firmly against her chest, almost as a comfort, as she looked down the hallway for what could be called her new home. Everyone looked like they had somewhere to be, or someone they eeded to talk to, while the blonde had no idea what she was supposed to do now. Peeling back the book from her chest she looked down at it with a mixture of doubt and annoyance. “Did I really just sign up to be part of an experiment that just sits around all day and watches people fuck? Because really? Like that’s not creepy at all…” she finally said, sighing loudly.

Though she was in her own thoughts, she wasn’t lost enough that the words passed her by, instead seeming to drift right to her and causing her lips to curl fully upwards, pencil stilling on the sketchpad as laughter rolled from her lips. Her tongue darted out to wetten her lips and she turned her face to the side from her spot, settled on the windowsill, allowing her to place her attention upon the female responsible for her amusement. “Something like that.” She mused, pale eyes taking the time to rake in her appearance. It seemed that the past few days had allowed for a small influx of newcomers, but Cleo was far from complaining. “I don’t know how much they are or aren’t watching but it’s like they requested a bunch of people for a live, never-ending spank bank.” 

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josiexbrien:

Josephine had just arrived at Griffin Tower, and was honestly quite nervous. But excited. It had to be better than where she was before, after-all. As she walked down the hallway, she carrying a small bag on her back, her hand wrapped around the strap to keep it from falling down her shoulder constantly. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she moved around slowly, knowing that there were certain areas that she wasn’t allowed to move into, because it was places where only dominants and switches were allowed. Biting her bottom lip, Josephine adjusted her t-shirt, which had small holes in them and she could feel people looking at her, whispering as she walked down the hallway. The dark-haired girl was supposed to meet someone by the REC room, someone who would show her where to go and where she was allowed to move, but it seemed like she had been abandoned and left fending on her own. That’s when she saw someone approach her. “Excuse me – I’m sorry, I seem to be lost, and, would you possibly be able to help me? I’m looking for the dorms.”

As was near always the case, Cleo didn’t necessarily know where it was that she was going nor what it was that she was going to do once she got there; the raven-haired female was simply roaming the halls, knowing that at some point, things would work themselves out to create a situation or encounter for her. Such was the case right now, as a gentle voice entered the air, drifting her way. Pale eyes shifted, moving to lock in on the new face, lips immediately inching upwards with the hint of a smile. A new face was always a welcome sight for the dominant, but a pretty one was even better, something that kept her in good spirits as it seemed to be all she came across within the walls of Griffin Tower - whether that spoke to her own appreciation of people or simply a specialty in the towers selection, she still wasn’t entirely sure. “No need to apologize, sweetheart; this place can be a bit of a maze at first.” Lips had curled further as she began to speak, a warm smile taking home upon her features. “I’m Cleo and I will happily be your guide.” 

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eduardoxvaldes:

Eduardo glanced over, not really pleased to be dismissed by the girl. “I do not believe myself to be dramatic. It all worries me but it is supposed to have a purpose. What is the purpose of this? It seems … frivolous, no?”

"I didn’t call you dramatic, sweetheart. It was your words that were dramatic. Please do tell me, though - since you’re so troubled by this; what exactly is the purpose of the rest of this? Event forgotten. Who exactly is this place benefiting and how?”

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eduardoxvaldes:

Eduardo laughed, “It was something my Abuela would say. It always sounded good to me.” He shrugged lightly. “Are you calling my Abuela bullshit? Tsk tsk.”

“Oh, I’m not calling your abuela bullshit, sweetheart.” Her hands lifted, flat and open, as if in surrender - but just seconds later her lips were curling upwards deviously, hands dropping back down. “I’m calling her words bullshit.”

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larkmarshall:

Lark’s mood instantly lightened as she caught the brunette’s movements, and there was nothing to stop her from beaming ear to ear. The smile dropped when she realized that the stranger thought she was laughing “No! It was great!” She rushed the words out, hoping that the beautiful woman wouldn’t be discouraged from trying again. Dark eyes watched her shift back and she almost reached out to grab her. “I promise. Sometimes I just giggle when I’m happy, it’s an annoying habit really.” Lark already knew that she was pushing her luck, so she wouldn’t dare insist that the woman try again. “Well if you ever consider it, you definitely have the body and the form.”

Cleo noted the tone, the gentle but quick apology, hints of near concern moving in around it’s edges; it was one she recognized and immediately, her features softened, her voice seeming to as well. “Your passionate about it, aren’t ya’?” She questioned, brows raising for a brief moment. It wasn’t a hard thing to recognize considering Cleo herself had a passion that she had encouraged others towards before, trying to nip away at the doubt that most people felt when they started doing just about anything for the first time. Her lips curled further upwards, the dimple of her right cheek easing inwards. “Mm...I gotta admit that I don’t mind hearing that or...” Her hand lifted, gesturing down the girl’s frame as her eyes flickered there, shamelessly noting her stunning physique. “Seeing that; so you may just be able to tempt me into it. -I am, after all, a sucker for a smile and a polite request - especially when it’s paired with a pretty face.”