Roleplaying

Greyson didn't bother to say anything to Owen once he had what he came here for. He took hold of the leash and made a beeline for the exit. The place stank, did they even bother to at least dig a hole were they could realive themselves? Because it didn't smell like it. They first thing he would have this new slave do would have to be taking a shower and getting clean clothing.

Half was down the hallway he glanced backward just to make sure Orca had followed, though he had little doubt that he wouldn't. The werewolf was behind Maria, his eyes watchful, as if he expected her to attack at any moment, dispite her restraints.

"Orca, get her buckled up in the back, since she can't do it all tied up like that." Greyson said once they had stepped outside and into the parking lot.

Orca felt much more confortable once they had left the pound and away from the gazes of the caged slaves. He guessed they didn't see other slaves often that weren't going to be sold to the pound. What did they expect him to do? He had just as much power as they did, just because he was walking free didn't change that.

Orca's body stiffened and his back straightened when he heard his name.

"Yes master." He said. He had said those two words so often and it now always came out in the excact same tone. Alike from a recording. He opened the back door and gestured Maria to sit down.

"Sit down." He said.

For a moment Maria hesitated, gave the other slave an odd, cold look, then slowly began to lower herself into the car. She moved carefully, sitting first, then pulling her legs in. Her eyes darted up to stare at the sky as she did so and closed gently when fresh air finally reached her lungs. Then she settled back into the seat and looked down at her hands that she placed flat against her thighs. One, with hesitating fingers, crept up slowly to her face and pushed her hair aside before flashing back down to its place on her legs.

Orca quickly took the seatbelt and pulled it across Maria's body and clicked it into place. He then closed the door and walked around the car to get into his seat. Since Orca was one of Greyson's more favored slaves, he was allowed to sit in the front rather than in the back with Maria. Which he was pretty thankful for. If humans thought the pound reeked, just imagin what a werewolf smelt. It was one of those times Orca wished he didn't have that ability. Maria was far from smelling like roses.

He opened the door, sat down and buckled up. He then glanced over at Greyson. The front seat did was the disadvanage of being closer to his master. He was fearful of him, and rightfully so. Greyson wasn't the kind of person you could turn your back on, even if you weren't a slave.

Once both slaves were in their seats, Greyson turned the key and the car came to life. He pulled out of the parking lot and did not speak until they were on the main road. At a red light he looked back at Maria.

"I don't now where you came from, but it is highly unlikely it will be alike from where you're going." He said. "Once you're back up to health you'll be assigned a job based off of your skills. If you have none, then you'll be taught." He said. A few seconds after he finished the light turned green and he looked back at the road.

"This will be the only time you'll be allowed to ask me questions, once we arrive you are on your own, so use it wisely." He said, not looking back.

Maria stiffened slightly and stared hard at her fingers. She stole a glance at the other werewolf as she began to search her mind for questions. There was one that was always at the top of her mind, and she thought it would be a waste not to ask.

"Should I fail to meet your expectations, my master, or disobey orders, what consequences would I face?"

Her quiet voice seemed to somehow resonate within the car despite its softness, and though her words were formal the tone in which they were spoken had an underlaying quality to it, something shadowed and deep, dusted with an unusual sense of confidence.

"It depends on what you failed to do and how often you do not obey orders. Beatings are the most common, or you'll not be allowed to eat for a set amount of days. When you do well you are given more privileges and when you are not they are removed from you." Greyson explained as he drove, he did not look back at Maria. "If you contenue to disobey you'll be put into the group that will be sent out for auction." He said. Selling slaves, clearly, was were most of his money came in from. Many slaves were raised up and trained to be sold, while others were sold at a discount because they wouldn't listen even after punishment after punishment.

Maria didn't react much to his words but continued to stare at her hands in a blank fashion. Her eyes moved slowly to the window and stared at the scenery, trying to recall the last time she had seen the way the world worked on the outside.

"What kind of people are the disobedient slaves auctioned to?" she asked in the same tone.

She began to imagine all different kinds of people who would want a slave that didn't listen well, and very few good sorts came to mind. She was a survivalist, and she wasn't a fan of trying to live in a particularly bad environment, especially if it wasn't as good as the one she had previously come from. That being said, she would want to try her best to stay in the house of her new master if her life there proved to have a better outlook than anywhere else.

Greyson laughed softly at Maria's question.

"I don't know or care, its just whoever bids the highest." He answered. But his answer wasn't true, he knew the kinds of people who wanted a slave who wouldn't listen. He himself had bought slaves before simply because they didn't do as they were told. It was a challenge, something different. 

Sometimes he would get a slave who didn't go along with his peers, but it was never too hard to get them back in line. It had just become too easy and rather boring. Getting 'wild' slaves was like entertainment for both him and many others.

Dispite what he had said before to Maria, he didn't acutally sell slaves that were disobedient. Greyson liked beating the pride and individuality out of them and making a perfect slave. But telling Maria that he does could make her scared.

Maria nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing in thought. Her emotions weren't visible on her face, far from it, but had someone been able to open up her chest and look inside they would have been greeted with an explosion of feelings and fragmented sentences bouncing around inside her ribcage where she imagined her soul must reside.

How many other slaves? Kind of house? Kind of people? Wealthy? Many parties, or nearly none? Recluse, or extrovert?, she questioned silently, things she would never ask aloud.

Maria liked to go into situations without any expectations or preconceived notions. It spoiled the whole point of going places, of doing new things, of being truly shocked when something surprised her. To her this was almost like an experiment of life.

She shrank back farther into the seat and lowered her chin to her chest, waiting patiently to see what her new life would look like.

Since Maria didn't ask anymore questions, Greyson did not speak to her again. The car ride was silent apart from the sounds outside until they pulled into the drive way. It was clear that Greyson had quite a lot of money. The drive down to his house took a few mintues. Outside there were various structures and people going about their work.

There was another car parked in front of Greyson's house and when he noticed it anger quickly grew on his expresion. He parked the car and looked at Orca and said,

"Show her to the showerhouse, get her clean clothing and a chip." He then unbuckled, left the car and stormed over to the people waiting at the mystery car.

"Yes master." Orca said as soon as Greyson had finished the orders. He looked a little worried as he watched his master leave. He got out of the car, rather rushed. He opened Maria's door, unbuckled her and removed the restrains on her arms so that she could actually do things again. Orca found it rather awkward to have to help her.

"Come on, we'll get the chip first." He said. He looked over at the second car. "Hurry up." He added. He squeezed his hand into a fist, then released over and over again just as he had done before when they were at the pound.

Maria watched everything with dull, unamused eyes. She viewed the reactions and emotions around her as if seeing everything from an aloof, third person point of view, like nothing had anything to do with her. In fact, that was what she believed, that she had no place in any of the events taking place except to follow the current orders.

She noted the movement in Orca's hands, wondering, without really caring, what had stirred such unrest in both the master and the staff.

"Chip...?" she asked softly, glancing up at the eyes of the slave, staring into them with a deep intensity that broke after her gaze drifted back to the ground.

Maria nodded slowly, looking around to admire the lack of electric wires and chain fences. It was a brilliant way to keep the slaves in, she had to admit, and it even seemed to impress her slightly. Out of the corner of her lashes she registered his hand movement and began to make her own judgements as to what kind of person he was.

This is part of the fun, she thought silently, turning back to the other slave.

"I will accept the chip, then," she said to him in a not-quite superior tone, one that almost suggested equality, and adding, "Lead me on."

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.