Spontaneity [[Tag Lucas]]

[ELLISANDE MORGAINE CHEL'KIRITH]

I can't say that I'm not lost and found
I can't say that I don't love the light and the dark
I can't that I don't know that I am alive
And all of what I feel I could show you tonight

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Ellie shifted to get as comfortable as she could in the back of the slaver's wagon. There is only so comfortable one can get on hard, slightly warped wood unfortunately and she has reached that threshold hours ago. Now her lower body had fallen asleep and the pins and needles tingle was making her shift about uncomfortably trying to dispel it. Her ankle still twinged each time she tried to use it, the bruising was still evident around the rags wrapped around her ankles. She’d wrenched it two days ago in an attempt at escape. Damn gopher holes anyways. she shifted again and her shackles rattled loud enough to wake the remaining occupant of the wagon with her. They had been at the auctions since mid-morning and it was now past noon she was sure.

The other girl was named Lydia and she was destined for the 'other' slave trade. She was a pretty, delicate thing all blond curls and skin that looked like fresh cream. It made Ellie sick to think of the sort of life she led, and not by choice. It seemed better to some. How could it not? The food was better, you were kept clean. There was one drawback, and to Ellie it was one she could never justify. Ever. Just the thought of it turned her stomach and she almost let the poor girl see that.

She turned and looked towards the back of the wagon. The canvas flap was just enough askew that she could see out into the market. She wasn't entirely sure where they were except that it was in Carthonia. She could tell that by the language she heard outside the wagon. Honestly she could say that was a benefit. She had learned how to speak the language. Couldn't read or write it too well, but speak it she could do. Unfortunately that only told her a very general idea of where she was. She also caught a few other tongues, but mainly it was Carthonian. Ellie wasn't stupid by any means. If it was found out she was Niendran she could end up in a very bad predicament indeed.

Finally after what seemed an age of squirming around trying to dispel the numb tingling in her lower extremities the flap on the back of the wagon was taossed open roughly and seh blinked at the sudden invasion of bright light from the marketplce beyond. She was about right at the time, the sun was hot and past it’s zenith. She let out a gasp as the trader took advantage of her moment of disorientation to grab onto her chain and roughly pull her out of the wagon. Unprepared for it, she landed on her hurt ankle and yelped unceremoniously at the rough treatment. Something that earned a sadistic chuckle from the man. “Wouldn’t hurt if you hadn’t run from us, bitch.”

Ellie gave him a rather unamused expression and rolled her eyes. Not the best thing to do as it earned her a bit more rough handling on the way to the auction house. The place was pretty non-descript. It wasn’t as though what went on was illegal, but it was still kept low-key for the most part. The man roughly tugged her over to the waiting handler who would take her around to the cage as she was the next to be presented. She made sure to keep her head down and even exaggerated her limp which would make her less desirable. Anything to screw the current assholes who had her out of some money.

The man gave her a look of disgust as she was thrown roughly into one of the holding cages. They were mostly empty as the auctions were winding down for the day and apart from two young males and a middle-aged woman she was just about it. Good. Maybe if she played her cards right…then again who was she kidding? She shook her head and settled back against the bars. Why did she keep trying to get her hopes up? It wasn’t as if she was ever going to really get out of where she was stuck. Yet in the same sense she just couldn’t give in and accept it all either. She let out a long sigh and pulled her rags closer to her body, loathing how filthy she felt even though it was necessary. Didn’t mean she had to like it.

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Heads up: Lucas
Words: 740
Lyrics: "Say it Right" by Nelly Furtado
Thoughts: Just gettin' started! ^.^

[lucas david scertan]

Lucas walked around enjoying an apple he had stolen from a stall as he passed it. Lucas was always stealing food from stalls like that. It wasn't so much that he couldn't pat it was simply that he didn't want to. He was lazy like that. Lucas smiled at some ladies as he passed making them giggle and blush looking away. Lucas turned to watch them walking away when he backed into a guard. Lucas turned and looked at him, giving him an innocent smiled. "Lost sir?" asked the guard/ "No, not at all just enjoying the lovely view." Lucas said bowing to the guard as he backed away from him "Well keep your eyes towards the sky's, scum." said one of the other guards. "Absolution!" Lucas said as he turned and pulled a purse of money which he had lifted from one of the guards. He smirked and added it to the other two bags he had swiped that day.

Lucas decided to check out the less popular markets and headed for the slave trades. Lucas never bought slaves but he liked to go and see the animals they had. Lucas tried to never get involved with slavers. They were rude people and Lucas did not care for them. He walked by the animals and enjoyed seeing all the strange ones. He spent a lot of time near a cage of small birds enjoying their songs. Lucas turned to realize he was near the human slaves for sale. wonderful. He walked over to a small girl in a cage and sighed crouching down to get a good look at her. "you look bored." he said simply. "Can't blame you. I think I'd go bat rat crazy in here. Probably gnaw my arm off or something crazy like that." he said nodding, trying to make conversation.

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[ELLISANDE MORGAINE CHEL'KIRITH]

I can't say that I'm not lost and found
I can't say that I don't love the light and the dark
I can't that I don't know that I am alive
And all of what I feel I could show you tonight

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She arched a brow as the man crouched down, waiting to see what his intent might be. His words drew a barely concealed snort from her and the barest hint of a smirk. After a moment she looked up at him, deciding to take a chance as his words had amused her. It was of the same sarcastic humor she held herself. "Bored? With such luxury accommodations and quality entertainment? Surely you jest good sir." Responding in such a manner was risky, but from the way he held himself he didn't seem like one in the slave trade. There was always the off chance she was wrong, but even if he was, perhaps he'd be a more entertaining Master than most. "Even if I was I doubt Brute Ugly and his buddy Box-of-Rocks over there would let me. Bad for profit and all." She gave a sage nod and glanced in the direction of the two guards.

She shifted a bit in the cage to get more of the pins and needles feeling of numbness out of her lower extremities. Going from the wooden floor to the ground was not a change for the better, at least in the wagon she was able to stretch out. It wasn't as hot in there either, she noted with further unamusement. She knew she wasn't much to look at currently, being rather filthy to cover her normally pale skin, her hair was pulled back in a messy knot and the clothes she had on were little more than rags. Such was her purposeful choice to keep most Masters at bay. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around then and rested her chin on her knees. It wasn't uncommon for someone to want a closer look at one of the slaves, but if he lingered too long he'd earn the attention of the guards and that could have repercussions.

Normally she would act more meek, but something about this man brought out her more snarky, sarcastic side. Perhaps it was that he had offered banter first, or maybe it was just his aura, she couldn't really be sure. Glancing over at the guards she weighed going out on a limb. Being sold again was not her desire and maybe, just maybe, a little help could get her actually free. She felt the pessimism wash over her at that. she had tried so many times just to fail and this would not only fail it would bring another down with her. If the man did help her and they were caught she could never live with it if he were hurt or worse, sold into slavery as well, a fate worse than death to the once vibrant young woman.

"Unless you're buying or having a 'White-Knight' complex you should move along. The staff around here aren't too keen on social hour. I plan to lodge a complaint with Administration.” This time she gave a full smirk, but it was tinged with the pessimism that choked her more often than not now.

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Heads up: Lucas
Words: 511
Lyrics: "Say it Right" by Nelly Furtado
Thoughts: Sorry for the delay. Work kept eating my brain! x.x