Roleplaying

"You don't accept or deny anything." He said coldly. "Learn that quickly, because your master will not hesitate to beat you for it." He warned before he set off down the path. He looked back to make sure she was following before he continued to speak.

"This place is pretty big, but over time you'll learn it. Plus once you have a set job, you will only have to stay around that area." He explained.

They past many other slaves as they walked down the path. Most of them were werewolves, but every so often there would be a gifted thrown into the mix. A few of them stole quick glances at the pair, but none of them came up to them or said anything. The people who didn't show interest in them just went on with their work.

Maria sniffed and watched every slave she passed with a steady gaze. She was already making a mental map of everything she saw and noting the people around her. There wasn't a moment where her mind wasn't working and cataloguing her surroundings, one of the things that had allowed her to survive for so long, and she was determined to live through the next period of her life that involved this new master.

"What are you to me, besides a fellow slave and werewolf?" she asked, tilting her head slightly and looking at the back of his head through her eyelashes. "You're obviously favored, I see, by the master."

 

Orca smiled softly and allowed a small laugh to excape from his mouth.

"Some could call it favoritism. My job is to help keep to the peace and make sure no one is planing anything, like excapes. I am not the only one, of course. You can think of us as the police force I guess." He explained.

Orca turned off of the main road. They walked down it for about a minute before they got to their destination. It was a good sized building with off white siding and two wide windows on the left and right side of the door.

Inside there was a wide open room. Half of the room was full of those hard plastic chairs that schools use for the cafeteria. The other half was ocupied by a large desk and an area that looked like a cheap farmacy. Most of the shelfs were locked up however.

There was a rather skinny werewolf with messy brown hair rushing at the desk, trying to pick up papers that he had dropped.

"Out of all the people asigned here, I end up with the ditz." Orca mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Clayton had been carrying a rather large pile of papers when he tripped and fell on his shoelace, causing all the papers to scatter all over both the desk and the floor. To make matters worse, when he reached up on the desk to pull himself up, he managed to pull on the wire of the desk lamp.  Which promptly fell off and landed square on his head. 

Once he recovered and returned the lamp back to its place. He was looking down, collecting the papers when he heard the door open.

"Um, you came at a bad time, I ah," He started to say, he then looked up and saw who it was. "Oh.." He mumbled.

First he got all his papers out of order, next a lamp divebombed him, now he had Orca coming in here seeing all this mess. Orca had the ability to tell Greyson that he wasn't suited for this job. If he was removed from this task, he wouldn't be trained for anything else. You got one shot, that's it. If you fail you get send off to auction.

"What do you need?" He asked, with a very clearly forced nervous smile.

"She needs a chip." Orca said, nodding to the girl beside him.

"Alright." Clayton said quickly. He tried to walk into the back without stepping on the papers, while looking like he wasn't trying to not step on papers. It didn't work, it looked like he had spend a hour riding a horse for the first time and his legs were all screwed up from cramps.

Maria smiled pleasantly at this new anomoly with her hooded eyes and, as he tried his best to scramble to the back, she bent down to her knees elegantly and began to pick up papers with her fine fingers.

"Poor boy," she said gently, "if only you had someone to help you file these. You seem so anxious."

She looked back at Orca, a small stack of papers already gathered into her lap. "Why, I can't wait to meet the rest of the staff."

Her tone was underlayed with a microscopically thin sheen of sarcasm that she coated with another smile and tilted chin, giving off a look of innocence.

Clayton was a little panicked at the moment, which caused the simple task of locating the chips much harder than it should have been. Most of the items were locked up and he didn't have the key, nor did any other slaves that worked here. He only knew how to reconize illness, not acually cure it. He was far from a doctor, or even a nurse.

Once he had it all set up, he took in a deep breath and returned. He didn't like facing Orca, or others with his job. It made him nervous, he was afraid they were judging him.

Clayton looked�horrified when he saw Maria cleaning up the papers. He would have liked them to ignore them rather than draw more attention to his screw up.

"Y-you need to do that." He said. "I'll clean it up." Clayton then showed the injection and said, "I hope you don't have a fear of nettles." He said, smiling softly.

Maria looked at him, stood up, and placed the papers on the desk. She turned an autumn smile on him that didn't fully reach her eyes and laughed softly at his expression.

"Don't worry about the papers," she whispered. Then, in her full voice, she said, "You're just adorable. I suppose it's a good thing that I don't mind a shot or two. How do you want me for the chip insertion?"

She clasped her hands before her, planted firmly on the ground. She was far from being the type who would shy away from needles - she had gotten so many injections in her life that she practically didn't feel them anymore.

 

Clayton put on small smile and his cheeks got a little red at Maria's comment. He looked away from her and said,

"I can't say anyone's called me that before." Stupid, clumsy, annoying, those were the kinds of things people described him as, usually that was humans though. If his fellow slaves did to, it was behind his back.

He glanced over at Orca for a split second. He had not said a thing since he had told Clayton what he wanted. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. All he knew was that he would really rather like Orca to not be here in the first place.

"Just sit down at any chair." He said. "The chip may move over time," He explained "but that is totally normal." Clayton laughed studdenly. "Mine fell down all the way to the begining of my backbone!"

Maria gave a breathy laugh and moved over to a chair. As she sat she replied with,

"How interesting - I assume that if it moves it isn't relocated to the back of the neck?"

The werewolf crossed her legs in the manner of a lady and gently pulled her tangled hair over her shoulder and away from her neck, running her fingers through it out of habit, wondering if they would really be able to ever get it clean. She couldn't remember the last time she had bathed.

Maria was beginning to get a feel for how Orca was seen in the eyes of the other slaves, and she found herself falling deeply interested with the innerworkings of the property staff.

"Nope! It doesn't matter." Clayton said, then he paused and thought about it for a second. "Well, I guess if it moved really far it would be a problem. But! I never heard of that."

It took him a moment or so to get the needle in the correct place at Maria's neck. But he hadn't acually gone in yet. The needle was rather large compared to regular ones and it hurt much more. He was thankful that he was really little at the time he got his chip in, so he didn't remember it well.

"Alright, here goes." He said before he stuck the needle in, pushed the chip out and pulled out the needle. He did it quickly, it was only in for about a second. Clayton then took a small bit of cloth and used medical tape to stuck on over the injection site.

"There, all done."

Maria laughed and smiled at him over her shoulder. "I barely felt a thing - you must have very steady hands. I'm glad to know someone so reliable."

She stood and gingerly touched the cloth and medical tape before letting her hand float down to her side like a falling leaf and turning her gaze to the temporary guide. Orca hadn't said much of anything, and she began to wonder if he was always so stoic and wordless.

To him she said, after dropping the smile but keeping an amused expression in place, "The chip is in place - where to next?"

Clayton looked like he was going to say something, but Orca spoke over him.

"To get you cleaned up and some clean clothes." He said, he sounded a little bored. He had better things to do than show some newbie around. He really would have perfered if Greyson had made someone else do it, like usual.

"You should clean up those papers," Orca said coldly to Clayton. "Before someone steps on them."

The medic nodded very quickly and said, "Right, right, I'll get on that..." He then moved quickly away from Maria and Orca and back to the scattered papers.

Orca walked to the exit of the building and then looked back at Maria, checking if she was following.

Maria smiled beautifully at Clayton and waved good-bye with her fingers before turning to follow Orca to the door.

"I'll see you later," she said over her shoulder as she walked away, truly meang her words.

She liked Clayton - he seemed like the kind of person she would enjoy getting to know, and that made her sure that her time as a servant of Greyson's would be much more interesting than she had originally thought. She was starting to look forward to delving deeper into the people and life at the Great Property, as she was beginning to think of it. After all, she wasn't about to waste an opportunity of life.

"There will be soap, hair products and all that provided. Pick any set of clothing that doesn't have a paper stuck to it saying it's someone else's. Just throw away the ones you're wearing now." Orca instructed as they walked down the path. He looked up at the sky for a moment before he spoke again. "By the time you're done, it'll be time to go to bed almost. I'll show you to where you sleep. Tomorrow, hopefully, there will be someone else set to show you around since I have other things to do." He said the words rather harshly, like he was rather upset he had to guide her.

When they got to the showerhouse, Orca stopped a few steps away from the door. He turned so that Maria had a clear shot to the building and looked at her.

"I can't go in there, for obvious reasons." He said.

Maria had enjoyed walking around the grounds. Even with such a surly tour guide it had been an interesting experience, and she wasn't going to let his attitude ruffle her.

She looked sideways at Orca and tilted her head back, giving him a cold smile. "Why, of course."

She sauntered past him up to the door and entered without any hesitation. The interior of the showerhouse reminded her of an indoor pool or public restroom at the beach - tiled floors and tiled walls. The clothing was to the side, and from it there weren't many exciting choices. 

At least I'm no fashionista, Maria thought, pulling a small pile of clothing together and walking towards the showers. 

When she saw the shampoo and soaps she felt her heart hop, skip, and jump in joy at the prospect of finally being clean - nothing could be better.

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.

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.