Alexandria Parker
Alex walked quickly down the hall, the only type of shoe she was given clicking on the ground. The old master liked heels for whatever reason though she despised them as they were always so uncomfortable, then again, so was her position. She had only just gotten out of the slave quarters to see why she was called when she was again dismissed for a later time. She ran a hand through her red hair tiredly.
As she entered her dormitory, she looked to her bed. It was made as was one of the requirements for their room. She wanted to change into something perhaps better, but didn't know what she had that was better. She looked into one of the mirrors and ran a finger under the eye liner she wore around the house.
What would this new life be like with a new master? Would he be nicer? Call her to come to him? She wasn't sure if she wanted that, only if he liked her for real possibly. Alex walked to the window, seeing the wonderful view that the slaves had of nothing but trees.
Perhaps she would be needed to serve or do something for someone later, or maybe she would eventually be let go. Smiling at the thought, she kicked off the heels and laid down. She wondered what it would be like after what felt like ten years. More than half her life was dedicated to serving others or being used, it would be difficult to do anything for anyone with as little education as she had.
Standing, she reached for one of the few books she was allowed to have and opened it, trying to read the larger words without too much difficulty.
Caleb Jackson
Caleb looked around, his head still on the pillow and only one eye open. He groaned. It was early to him and he had nothing to do but perhaps draw up that idea that came to him in the middle of the night. That's what he would do, that sounded like a good idea. Rolling out of bed, he nearly fell on the floor in his sudden disinterest in moving.
Sighing loudly, he stood and threw some clothing on before grabbing his planning book and pencil, taking it down with him as he began to draw a poor rough sketch that only he could ever really understand or interpret. Thank goodness he was such a terrible drawer that only he could understand.
Leaning back, Caleb looked at the drawing and frowned. It really was terrible, but at least he could work on it later. He wondered briefly when the new master would come down, it would definitely be interesting, that's for sure. Things have been awkward around him even though he hasn't changed except for his title. In reality if one really observed the behavior he probably had changed in his confidence levels or even his nervousness as he realized he was a target for many people now that potentially hated him. These thoughts only came from Caleb as he thought of how the man from a different perspective than most have.
A new slave was to arrive that day if he remembered correctly causing Caleb to wonder who he was, what his past was, whether he would be good enough to talk to about anything Caleb was interested in. Perhaps he was like the others, or maybe he was a new soul with new things to offer which is definitely what Caleb wanted.