Role Play Here

Tyler: He took her to her room 

Rose; laughs silently. If I didn't want to get you out of the Gosh-Forsaken Cage I would never have offered.  Though I'm guessing from your reaction that you will allow me to lead you to a new, hopefully permanent home?

Kate; looks at Jack her expression carefully blank as she watched him.  She wondered why he'd chosen her but she could tell he wasn't all nice and rainbows.  Her tail slowly moved to the side as she thought of a way out of the captivity.  She hated the closed in spaces, she wanted to be free.  Her sharp gaze raked Jack's figures, again wondering why he'd chosen her out of all the nekos.

Nicholas:

He kept the uncaring and casual yet determined and cold-hearted personality, but on the inside, he was bursting with happiness. "Y-yeah... That's fine with me." He glanced at the ground, then back at Rose, then back at the ground. 

Corvina:

She looked inside of her room. "Is... Is this my room?" she asked quietly, her voice quieter than ever. "Wow! I've never had my own room before." She smiled a little bit, her eyes twinkling with wonder. "This is amazing, truly amazing... Th-thank you so much!" 

Rose; smiles and opens the cage, stepping back giving him space to walk out. My house isn't actually all that far from here, Right on the edge of the forest actually.  It's only a little bit of a walk but if you don't want to walk I'm sure I could arrange something. She trails off slightly unsure now.

Nicholas:

He hesitated for a minute, then walked out of the cage. He stretched for a second, his tail swishing from side to side. "I'm fine with walking," he said, letting his arms drop at his sides. "in fact, walking would be great. I'm sick of being in closed spaces."

Rose: Tries to hold back her smile I'm glad, I prefer walking. She moves away from the cages before breathing a sigh of relief and looking at Nicholas I haven't even told you my name.  It's Rose...or Rosy if you prefer.  Just don't call me by my whole name, only my parents do that. she looks at him hoping he'll tell her his name not quite sure what she would do if he didn't but curious all the same.

 The rest of my slaves: Weeping in the corner.

Tyler: "Why thank you may rest now excuse me..'' He left.

Neytiri at March 27, 2012 at 5:06 PM

Ninat:: As she expected. She didn't even really know any recipes. It'd been such a long time since she'd even made a meal. She wanted to talk back, but held her tongue. Ninat sighed heavily as he left, and walked to the door. She carefully turned the door knob and made her way to the kitchen. 'What to make...What to make...' she thought to herself. Soon she figured it out, and quickly began making it. It didn't take long to make, and it was ready soon enough. The busy girl quickly brought the food to his room and knocked on his door and waited for an answer.

Nicholas:

"Rose? Like the flower?" He raised an eyebrow. Sure, it was a pretty name, but he was never fond of people named after flowers or plants. "Oh. My name is... ... Nicholas. Nicholas Michaellis. But you probably shouldn't care." He followed Rose, watching the ground as he walked. "None of my past owners cared about my name. They usually just called me 'Slave' or 'Pet' or... ..." He stopped talking, realizing he was saying too much. "Nevermind." 

Corvina:

She sat down on her bed, still amazed. Everything was so great, she almost felt spoiled. 

Maine: "Come in!" He answered. He poured half of it out and gave it to Ninat

Rose; laughs slightly.  It rose like the sound of bells and lingered like a sweet song. She nodded. Yea I guess it would be like the flower. she listens to him growing angry by the time he had finished. That's just wrong.  Nobody should have rights to do that.  I can assure you I will refer to you as Nicholas.  Or something more formal if you prefer.

Nicholas:

"Nicholas is fine," he said quietly, watching the ground as they walked. He blinked a few times. "Well, technically, people do have rights to call me things like that. Once you pull me out of that cage, you officially own me until you either kill me, sell me, or give me away." He had tried to keep the tone of his voice neutral, but he finished his words with a bitter sound, as if they were curse words. He then calmed down a little. "I suppose that means you're my owner, then." He stopped walking and looked at the ground. "I apologize. I should be speaking to you in a more... Respective tone. Should- May I call you Mistress?" It was as if somebody has pushed a magical button. He immediately went into being-an-obedient-slave mode. 

Rose; her lip curls in disgust. No I want you to call me Rose or Rosy. Her voice is firm with command though she softens it as soon as she notices. I don't want to be your owner, I'd rather be your aquintance or friend would be more preferable. she looks sadly to the sky. I don't even want to be in this business, and yet I am.  All because of my parents. I can assure you my household is different then whereever else you has been.

Nicholas:

He almost let out a sigh of relief. "Well, then, Rose, I'll be forever grateful to you." He continued to walk. "All of my other owners... ... They were different from you. Perhaps it's because you're kinder. All of my past owners only cared about power, money, and themselves. They thought of me and other slaves as objects, animals... I'm not used to people like you. It's been a while since I had an owner who told me to call them by their real name, or cared about my own name." 

Rose; grimaces That's horrible.  Though you do not owe me gratitude, in fact it should be the oppisite.  I'm grateful that I found you.  As for your other owners they can crawl in a ditch for all I care, Nobody should be able to treat anybody like that and get away with it. 

Nicholas:

He side-glanced at her. "You think that's horrible? I haven't even got to the worst parts of being a slave." He let out a small, nervous laugh, before shuddering as he remembered a few memories he never wanted to experience again. The two then reached Rose's house, and he looked at it, admiring how it wasn't a cage.

Tyler: He walked in "Good morning.'' He sat on the bed

Maine: "No problem..Want to go to the park?"

Maine: "No problem..Want to go to the park?"