Vee Sonnen

RP Blog for Vee Sonnen, a Mistress of Scarlet Island.

[bloodofselena-deactivated201509]

Selena stood up from the bench she was sat on, discarding the book she was reading and making her way to the cells. She needed entertainment, whether it was a slave or whether it was meeting another master. After living for 3000 years, she became quite used to boredom, but she still hated it. Walking through the cells, someone caught her eye and she turned her attention, looking for the source of her distraction.

“Hello?”

[veesonnen-blog]

Vee was loitering among the cages. She couldn’t look more uncomfortable. She still didn’t know what, exactly, she was supposed to do. She knew some of what she wanted, but did she just take it? Was that really the way things happened here? She was jolted out of her reverie by the voice. “Hello. Don’t mind me. Just... Trying to figure out what the fuck I’m doing here.” She sighed and started to walk away.

[salem-richards-blog]

Salem was reading, her usual pastime. You know how there are some people who read because they don’t want to be disturbed by the world and its inhabitants because they have a whole other one going on in their hands and in their mind? She wasn’t one of them. She read for research. She was a scholar in effect. Her whole vampire existence (short as it may have been) had been spent reading on her kind and others while her sire taught her what she needed to know. Due to that, she was pretty capable as younglings went. She walked along the path and felt herself being jostled. Her steely blues shot up and followed the passerby, “Were you trying to get my attention or are you just that ignorant?” 

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Vee hadn’t even really noticed the other person on the path, she was so lost in thought. The island was still a strange place. She’d been considering... countless things when she bumped into the stranger.

A vampire. A powerful one, too. “Ignorant,” she admitted, “But now that I have your attention...” She struggled with how to put it. “I think I may have gotten more than I bargained for when I came to Scarlet. You look like you know what you’re doing. Help.”

[garethmaddox-blog]

Masseur [ OPEN ]

Lebensquelle was a fine establishment, and Gareth was pleased to have landed this job. He had worked as a masseur before, and been told many times that his hands were magic. He’d become licensed to do it, actually, in the United States of America’s New York City, actually, and again in Italy and Spain. He’d made a study of it, in fact. He also knew a deal of ancient and modern beauty techniques, and could perform a bikini or eyebrow wax with the best of them.

Today was his first day, and he’d arrived early to climb all over the elegantly-appointed building, familiarizing himself with where everything was. Now, he was waiting in the front for his first customer, or potential customer. He was willing to do happy endings, for some extra money.

It was an overcast day, with clouds hanging low on the horizon. Standing fiddling with the sleeves of his hundred-years-outmoded seaman’s jacket, he wondered who would come.

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A spa was normal enough, Vee supposed. And the pampering might do her good. It might help her relax and adjust to this place. Why not? She stepped into Lebansquelle and tried to hide her disappointment that a male was currently working it. “Are any of the female staff available?” She asked.

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Poor Prey, You Must Be Tired {Vee+Georgia}

[lupinegeorgia]

“Captivating, right.” Georgia’s outlook on the situation began to change at the Mistress’s responses to her own. She still couldn’t tell what to make of the rental or the woman behind it, but she hadn’t reacted too badly so far, so she didn’t bother to tone it down.

“Everything? Hm, I was born March first in Eugene, Oregon at— No, I don’t remember the hospital or the room number, sorry. We’ll have to leave out a few details, I hope that’s not too disappointing.”

Reaching the door that led out of the cells, she finally turned her head back around to look at Vee, having realized she didn’t know what species she was. She could rule out vampire and werewolf, but wasn’t sure between the other two.

“What are you?”

She wasn’t even sure if she’d be able to figure it out from there even if she knew, as the Masters had always led the way to their respective manors. But Vee could take over at this point, anyway.

[veesonnen-blog]

Vee gave a small smile. Yes, this one had fire. On a whim, she said, “Why not skip to the part where you try to kill yourself?” Just to see how Georgia would react. She doubted she’d get an answer, but it was worth asking, just in case. She stepped in front of the wolf, leading the way down to the cottage she had rented. It wasn’t hugely fancy, but it had a torture room, a kitchen, and a bedroom, and that seemed to be all you needed on Scarlet Island. It wouldn’t be too long a walk, either, which was nice. “Let’s keep some of the mystery alive.” She took the girl’s arm firmly, just in case she tried to run. “Besides, I’m boring. You’re the captivating one.”

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Poor Prey, You Must Be Tired {Vee+Georgia}

[lupinegeorgia]

“Sure, you do,” she agreed in her own terms as she stood up, staggering forward to leave the cell. “But you haven’t met me, so it’s not like I could’ve done anything to make you feel the need to take me out yet, whatever your reasoning is.” Once in a while, people rented her because she intrigued them, but most of the time, it was because they felt… disrespected.

“So what is it? Am I just that captivating now?” Or had they met before and Georgia couldn’t recall it? It didn’t matter, but she was curious.

Once out of the cage, she practically led the way to the exit. She knew how this went. Now that she’d taken her time and adjusted to the fact that she was being rented by someone she was sure she’d never seen, with no idea what the time would entail, she was ready to get it over with.

[veesonnen-blog]

Was that what Vee was supposed to do? Find someone she didn’t like, make a reason they had offended her, and then enslave and rape them? She supposed it would make her feel less guilty about the whole thing, but it struck her as very... childish. Even for her, being on this island. If something happened, if someone attacked her, maybe Vee’d feel differently, but she liked to think she could handle a few insults. Then again, the thought of punishing someone for the smallest of tasks was arousing. But she wouldn’t go so far as to seek someone out just to hurt them over a comment.  She kept making those lines in her head, those tiny ways she was different than other Masters, so she wouldn’t have to face what she was doing.

Was she really going to do this? Really?

She followed Georgia, simply because the girl knew the cages better than her. “Yes,” she said, belatedly, in a dry tone to cover her nerves, “I find you captivating. Tell me your life story, Georgia. I want to know everything.” She had found some things out about the wolf. Georgia had been through many owners, only one lasting for a significant time, and that ownership had ended with Georgia attempting suicide. She’d had many foster kid cases with about the same story. There was more to it. There was always more to it, but it was unlikely to be anything she hadn’t worked with before. Only this time, she was increasing her case’s suffering, not advocating for an end to it.

[veesonnen-blog]

Poor Prey, You Must Be Tired {Vee+Georgia}

[lupinegeorgia]

Georgia wasn’t sure how to feel about returning to the cell after the few days of freedom to roam wherever she needed. Freedom wasn’t the right word for it, she’d been forced to fight for her captors against her killers, stuck between a rock and a hard place. But it was still a breath of fresh air from being locked up all day.

She was glad to finally have a chance to rest, though, with no worries of hunters attacking her, traps catching her, or Masters forcing her to keep killing without a moment to spare. Between her last rental, the full moon, and the battle, she hadn’t had much time to herself in weeks.

The key clicked in the lock, startling her from her restful state — not quite asleep, not quite awake. She glanced over to her cell mates, hoping it was one of them that the woman was there for. But she felt the set of eyes on her, and slowly turned her head to meet them, confirming her apprehension.

“I haven’t even said a fucking thing to piss you off yet.” Well, maybe now she had, but that would be a bit too sensitive, even for a Master or Mistress. “It’s a little preemptive to be taking me out already.”

The brunette sat up slowly, observing the witch and wondering just how much time she could take to leave the cell.

[veesonnen-blog]

Vee raised an eyebrow. There was some life in the girl. She liked that. She’d seen it in some of the children she worked with. It usually meant they were smart and strong enough to survive. But as a Mistress, she doubted that was the correct reaction, so she didn’t chuckle or smirk, instead keeping that blank stare. The feeling faded much too quickly. Vee was here to break the wolf, kill that defiance. What was she doing here? She didn’t belong in this life. But it was a bit late for morality and misgivings now. If she didn’t  take Georgia, the wolf would likely be punished. She held onto that thought. “I think I get to choose when I take you out.” She held out a hand. “Are you coming on your own, or do I have to force you?” She could. Her magic was powerful enough.

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Poor Prey, You Must Be Tired {Vee+Georgia}

She stepped into the dark cells. There was something rotten about them, but then, the same could be said about her. Vee was painfully aware that this would be the first slave on the island she’d rent. The first, but not the last. Her beloved would have been appalled. The most Vee could manage were a few threads of disgust and hunger. Lust. A girl, to do with whatever she wanted. To hurt.

She’d heard about Georgia. Her story sounded all too familiar to the foster child in Vee. In another life, she’d have been fighting for this child. But Marjorie was dead, and Vee... Didn’t care. Didn’t feel anything much. Not anymore. Maybe, just maybe, this wolf would change that. If not, the pup would be punished and sent back to the cells in a week. She’d feel something punishing Georgia at least. She turned the key she’d been given and stared into the cage. The girl was pathetic. “Up.” Her voice held nothing at all. “You’re coming with me. Now.”

[veesonnen-blog]

Hey there, welcome again! I don't have much in mind but if you'd like to plot I'm down!

I’d love to! Thanks for messaging!Georgia reminds Vee of a younger Vee. They have a lot in common-- being passed about and treated as too strange to love. I imagine they might do well enough together. Vee has social work experience, which could come in handy for helping the wolf.

Vee is very new to the Master/slave lifestyle, so with her, Georgia could expect more freedom and more leeway-- assuming both of our characters don’t decide to snap at the same time.

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