Roleplaying

Maria noticed his reaction, and she saw exactly what had caused it, but she felt no need to distance herself from what Clayton saw as a threat. It could have been his own fear that made her feel more brave and confident, but she wasn't really certain about that. She looked back at him, interested, and even a little sad. She didn't like to see anyone cower away from anything, especially when it was clear that they did so from years and years of abuse and fear.

She nudged him with her elbow and said very softly, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Clayton turned his head toward Maria and nodded slowly. If she could face Greyson like that and just laugh about it later, he trusted she could take anyone else. He didn't want to speak or doing anything at all but wait in line when there was a watcher so close by. Maria did not seem to care where she spoke about her escape plan. He looked at her, silently praying she didn't say anything about it. When he got to the counter he was faced with the same women from before. But this time it was even more awful because Clayton was sure she hadn't bathed today, or the day before. Maybe a human wouldn't have noticed, but Clayton was a werewolf, which meant he had a better sense of smell. Even when not in a wolf form. He took the plastic bowl of oatmeal quickly and started to walk to the tables. "I'll try to hold a seat for you." He said. The key word there was 'try'. The truth was if someone wanted to sit in the seat Clayton wouldn't have the ability to say much about it.

Maria smiled sweetly at him and turned to the woman at the counter, giving off her information without hesitation or a hitch.

"Maria, 17743," she said, not bothering to pay any attention to the woman or even give her a glance.

She was casually distracted by the noise and bustle around her. She was already beginning to recognize a few faces in the crowd. When she turned back to grab her food, she shot the woman a dry look and said in a low, innocent voice,

"You'd think people around here didn't bath. What animals."

Then she turned and walked off to find Clayton, giving her a smile over her shoulders, pretending nothing had been said at all.

Just moments after Clayton sat down someone else took the seat beside him. His first thought was that it was Maria, but it was pretty easy to tell it wasn't. Clayton looked over to his side then very quickly looked down at his bowl with a horrified expression on his face.

The person was the worse possable person to sit beside him. It was Tike, one of the watchers. There was no way that Clayton could ever ask him to leave. He looked around the mess hall quickly, searching for any different place but was unable to find one. At least from where he was.

Orca sat down at a table. He picked one that didn't already have a watcher there. He had to try to find a place that needed someone with his job there. There was no point in having a whole table full of watchers.

The fact that they were spread out made it very hard for them to interact. Therefore Orca did not know any of them every well. He also did not know any non-watcher since they avoided him almost as much as Greyson himself.

He did not speak to anyone at the table and the moment he sat down a few of the slaves stopped speaking. Of course, not all of them did and the table was still quite loud.

As Maria walked towards Clayton she spotted Orca, her eyes flickering in amusement and curiosity, but she continued towards her friend. She saw, far before she got there, that one of the watchers Clayton had talked about was sitting beside him. However, she was not deterred.

She stepped up to the table across from Clayton and said, "Hello there, gentlemen. I don't suppose there's a seat here that's open?"

She smiled winningly at them, her lips parting slightly to reveal her white teeth. Maria was no longer the giggling girl with deep passions and escape plans - she transformed into her first seen self, full of charm and subtle grace.

Tike raised his eyes to look at Maria but did not actually lift his head. His eyes were half closed and had a look of both annoyance and bordum.

"Well do you see any seats that have no person in them?" He said, then he looked around the table. "No, there isn't."

Clayton looked down into his bowl. With his spoon he pushed the oat meal around but did not eat it dispite his hunger. The most logical thing to do was to get up and find a different place. However it was be extreamely disrespectful to get up and leave purely because Tike was there.

Plus the there were not as many seats in the mess hall as they were slaves and there were quite a few people that had to just sit on the floor. A quick sweep of the place told him that the numbers of open chairs were dwendling. If they had not been stopped by Greyson this most likely wouldn't have happened.

Maria smiled at Tike in a soft manner, then said, "Thank you, regardless. I'll be on my way, then."

She turned and walked away in a confident manner like she knew exactly what table she was headed for. In reality, she really wasn't sure, but Maria never did anything halfheartedly if she could manage to. She spotted, much to her amusement, a seat across from Orca that every other slave seemed to be avoiding, and that was the one she decided to sit in.

She walked up and cleared her throat softly to catch his attention.

"Would you mind at all if I chose to sit here?" she asked, chin lowered until she was looking at him through her bangs.

Orca looked up from his meal, slightly suprised that someone was actually speaking to him willingly. It was Maria, of course. She most likely hasn't figured out how it works around here, that was why she was speaking to him.

Clayton really should have told her about what Orca's job was, but that wasn't his problem anymore. He had managed to get the responsablity to inform Maria off of him and onto Clayton.

"I do not care." He said. "No one is sitting there."

Though he didn't show it, Orca was pleased that Maria sat nearby. She was new and wasn't raised like everyone else here. That meant she was way more likely to cause problems. That was the main reason Greyson took her.

Maria smiled at him, swinging her legs over the chair and settling in. She placed her food atop the table and began arranging it into a specific setting, as if she had done it hundreds of times before. She began picking at her food, glancing up to look at Orca in curiosity.

"You're quite indifferent, it seems. I would almost imagine that you would get along with the other slaves if you weren't favored by the master," she said softly.

Inwardly she was burning with a fire that was starving for answers. Though she wasn't a particular fan of him, she wanted to know all she could about Orca. knowing that the more she knew the easier her escape would be.

It was strange to have someone speak to him the way Maria was. He was almost unsure what to say. He never had a normal conversation with anyone. Usually he was questioning another slave or listening to orders from Greyson.

"It isn't just that, though it doesn't help." He said. "People view me as a threat because of my job. I have to make sure everyone is doing that they are meant to do. Though there are paid workers here, it does make it much cheaper to have slaves do it rather than humans." He explained. He didn't know why he choose to speak to her, maybe it was because she didn't seem scared of him. He should be conserned about that, but for some reason he wasn't.

Maria nodded thoughtfully. This, she understood well. From the perspective of someone who was in the ways of business or had enough money to run an estate like Greyson's, she could almost respect the choice of saving money through having slaves. Though she hated it and disagreed with slavery, she had to admit that the human world seemed to know what it wanted and was doing.

"How rude of them," she said bluntly before popping her loaded utensil in her mouth. "Your job is the threat, not you. Anyone smart enough to know the difference between a job and a person should know that the two are most often separate things and should treat them as such. Clayton may stab me with a needle, as is his job, but I'm not going to flinch every time he gets near me because I know he himself won't injure me. At least not purposely."

She let a bit of passion creep into her voice. At times she forgot what did and did not irk her, or what was and was not a pet peeve, and that was one of those times. People had often used her jobs to define her, but that was far from being acceptable or true.

Orca huffed, clearly this girl had no idea how it worked here. Your job defines you and puts you into a group. Usually people with the same job interacted while avoiding those who had different jobs. It was not on purpose, it just happened that way. Unfortonatly for Orca, watchers had to be spred out, that meant that Orca did not talk to others often.

"The way it works here is different from how it works outside of this place." Orca said. He had been out and about many times and belived he had a good understanding of the world outside of their borders.

"When you pick a job you get placed into that group of people who also do that job. You are also judged by others by how that group acts as a whole. If you pick a job that turns out to be highly disliked you can't back out of it. You get one job, if you mess up that is it."

Maria shrugged in an almost careless sort of manner and said, "So you chose to be a watcher sort. You have to act rude and play mean to instill fear and importance in the eyes of the other slaves."

She looked up at him with her dark eyes that were boiling over with soulful thoughts and deeper, darker things. What was truly on her mind was a mystery, and had she even tried to express herself she would get stuck on the first word, unable to articulate the innerworkings of her immediate imaginings.

"That doesn't mean you're evil or incapable of being friendly."

She moved her eyes back to her food, the strong, odd aura about her dissipating to make way for her next, casually said words of, "Of course, how would I know? Hmm, this food is rather better than I thought it would be."

Maria clearly did not know how watchers were trained. They did not get much of a chance to be a normal and friendly person. They were picked out of a litter and removed the moment they no longer need milk. It is unsure on how Greyson picks. It could be just the biggest one or maybe he just likes the colors of one. The to be watcher is never even seen by anyone until there first day on the job.

"That would be true for others, but it is not like I had much say in which job I took." He said. After he said it he realised that it sounded kind of like he was complaining about his work.

The facility has walls lined with cells, each consisting of three concrete walls, a bare floor, a low ceiling and a wall of clear acryilic which faces the aisle and doubles as a door.

Presently, it's morning and the pound as just opened up for the day.

The world is such that is condones slavery-- of gifteds, werewolves, vampires and the like. The slave trade is a booming industry, making millionaires within months. Everyone has their own reasons for owning the creatures, some require extra help around the house, others see it as a way to display their wealth, and still others buy them just for the pleasure of breaking them.

As with all things, some people grow tired of their slaves. Now, selling them would take time and energy that some either don't have or are unwilling to waste it on a slave. That is where the 'pound' comes in. They take the discarded slaves, no questions asked and sell them for cheap.

The roleplay was made.

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS PLOT WAS NOT MADE UP BY ME!

This roleplay as copied straight from another roleplay from a website called MaraPets. The person who made this roleplay is called Rainkit. Do not give me credit for this, as I did not think of it.

Also please note that I do not in anyway think that slavery is okay in real life!

You may join as a human, gifted, werewolf or vampire.

Humans are never slaves.

Please keep the number of humans and slaves around even, without both of them the roleplay doesn't work.

Don't make slaves with extreamly dangerous powers, they would have been killed, not sold as slaves.

The point of the roleplay is not to stay in the pound, humans should come in and buy slaves then take them home. It is the person who is controling the human's responsabilty to create a setting. For example a farmhouse, or a big expensive house.

Don't make masters who treat their slave's as equals, its over used and quite frankly, really boring.

You can make a slave who was born into slavery or has never spend a day of their lives as slaves, just make up a good reason why they were never caught.

 

A quick note on slave breeding. First off don't roleplay anyone doing the deed please!

Second, for werewolves they will give birth to a litter rather than a single child. This is because they cannot change from human to wolf while pregnate or they'll kill their children. Since full moon forces a change, they got to stay as a wolf 100% of the time while pregnate. The litter will be born as pups and will stay as pups until about a month or so until they can shift to their human form.