Introduction
Introduction
In 2019 North America put a fortress around itself to protect it from the outside world. Everything within the fortress became controlled by technology such as day, night, warmth, and rain. Everyone in America was tagged so the government could monitor them at all times. America became perfect for a short time.
Shortly after the perfection in 2025. It took a while for anyone to start noticing, but once they did it wasnβt good. People were dropping like flies once they hit the age 26. They were born so healthy, lived like anyone else, but 27 was such a tragic number for all. The best thing in the world had someway reacted with humans differently than what they'd tested and hypothesized. Bodies piled on the streets. The population was spiraling to a stop, and the government had to think fast.
Scientist began working quickly to find a cure, within 2037 no matter how they tried they couldn't find anything to permanently reverse the early dying, but prolong it for two years. The prolonging cure was made into a pill named: Venus. The pill cost a half a million dollars, leaving the poor and middle classes to die, while the rich could live a tad bit longer, but with all the dying America's population was decreasing at an alarming rate.
The government began to allow polygamous weddings to help populate. Men were allowed to take up to seven wives and women up to two husbands.
Schools opened up to train the lower classes how to become the perfect spouse, these schools attracted the attention of the rich, they would go to purchase who they thought would be best for them, but not all went to school were the ones picked. Some makes and females would be kidnapped and sold at cheaper prices to the rich.
Plot
In the future in order to keep track in America tags all humans, but in result makes all within the fortress die at 27, unless you have taken Venus, you must be rich to buy it so most lower classes are taught how to be the perfect spouse to have the change to not die (more die then live.) By the way, education is somewhat rare for lower class, the only education is how to be the perfect spouse. In this there will be three rich families, who ever makes them will pick their name of their family and will get to pick who they want as their spouse, out of these rich families there can be more getting married (they would be siblings), so another role-player could be a different rich sibling in the same family. If there is one sibling in a rich family they can pick three-seven different wives/husbands (another female can have a wife and a husband can have a husband if thatβs what the role-player would like, which is illegal, but allowed).
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Looking from side to side I can tell he's collected all of us from different forms of life. There's a short girl with large green eyes dressed in a summer dress, a large boy with nothing but tags for clothes, and then there's me wearing nothing but lingerie. I feel naked and disgraced. I hate my job, the clothes I must wear, and I especially hate being seen this way. Mentally I know no one's looking at me, but inside I feel like all stares are on me hiding me. I cross my arms around my chest to try hiding my chest some, my legs automatically cross themselves and my face burns. I feel my whole body burning in fact, like a thousand fire ants biting at once. This feeling isn't new though, I'd came across it a few times at work, but this is much worse. This embarrassment is almost unbearable and the fear unrealistic.
"And," the man continues, "failure to be picked will have you sent off into the red light districts to gain me and my associates money." His grin is wicked and so unfair. "They'll be here to inspect you soon." The cries and weeps grow louder as my body begins to tremble. I don't know how to think correctly if I were to try to run I'd most likely be killed and if I'm chosen I'll be wed and if not it'll be nothing knew. Two large limos pull into this waste land. From each limo a large man with black glasses and a sharp suit on comes over to the large line and begins inspecting. Taking in a deep breath I stop my trembling, if this is a test on beauty I know I can pass, well at least I think. Sooner then I thought the men arrive at me, they both take off their glasses and begin touching me. One starts on my thighs while the other my waist, their hands both gloves but cold. The feel of their touch is awkward, but doable, nothing I'm not use to. The one at my thighs pulls out pen and paper and starts writing something down and once done he feels around my chest, face, and hair and gots more things down. "Out of line." He says to me placing a gentle hand on my right shoulder he pulls me kindly over to the limo, it is shocking how gentle he is being, the first kind thing that's happened so far in this trashy place. "You'll be perfect." He tells me with a smile. "The rich will be here soon and for sure you'll be one they pick." Pick? I thought this was the rich ones, but I guess my thought was wrong.
Donatello lied on his leather sofa with his head on it's arm rest. A vinyl of Tchaikovsky's sixth symphony filled the room. 55 rooms and he chose to use only 3. The closet, the bathroom, and his study. The other rooms were only touched by the maids for sanitation. He felt empty. He lived 8 years alone in the mansion. But 6 of those years had a purpose. Now it's just him using his intelligence to please others. There's no fun in that. He took a sip of whiskey and tried to be nostalgic. But every sweet memory left a bitter feel. Donatello released his rage by throwing his glass cup at the record player. That would be the fifteenth replacement. He took a drag from his cigarette, and wiggled his fingers through the smoke. He was aware that it was bringing him closer to death, but saw no wrong in it. His thoughts were interrupted by his butler's knocking.
"Master Suzuki, A man on the phone has another selection of spouses. If you are interested, he said to go to the usual location"
"Get, the chauffeur" Donatello stood up and walked over to the mirror. He re-adjusted his suit and slicked back his hair. I have nothing better to do.
The limo ride was short. Donatello handed his cigarette butt to the chauffeur and the moment he stepped out, he lit himself another. A man, who looked like a beggar compared to Donatello,escorted him to a room filled with other upper class citizens. Some he recognized, some he didn't. He took his usual place in the front. He was a powerful man, and many were afraid of him so they tried not to annoy him by sitting too close. He was about to take another drag, but then he heard a group of voices behind him.
"Isn't he that Suzuki man?"
"Yeah, I think so. I heard he killed his entire family to get his wealth"
"I heard it was his wife he killed"
"Really? I thought it was that he killed his partner to make the Venus pills"
"No, I heard he did that all but killed his dad, and ate him to hide the evidence"
That was all that Donatello could handle, before he stood up and walked toward the pesky group. "May I suggest something" He rhetorically asked with a curled grin, "Instead of believing every ridiculous word you hear, start using that little brain of yours. Either that or give it to a hamster, since that is the only animal compatible to your size"
"Now that's uncalled for! We ju-" Donatello blew a cloud of smoke right in the man's face. While the man was coughing, Donatello picked him up by his collar. "Never, think you are even the slightest bit worthy to talk back to me!" With a cold glare into his eyes he says loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, "Everyone in this room knows me. But who are you? Just another insignificant brat trying to find another pretty little spouse to fuck"
He dropped the man and walked back to his seat. One of the workers tried to apologize him for the trouble, but he excused him. This better be worth it.
She chuckled and looked over at the man who caused a little but of a scene. "So you're Suzuki." Turning in her chair to face him she smirked. She had liked the scene he caused and the way he had stood up for himself, "You're the reason most are still alive." She stated as she put a pink class of red wine to her lips and taking a small sip. "I've heard most of those things myself, but I never believed them." She was being a tad cocky, she was annoyed that he was getting attention for being himself, he was famous, but still she wanted to own the room. She could have done something to claim her attention back, which she would do later.
Turning back around she faced the front, but continued talking. "I find it odd that someone like," she paused for a few seconds to call more attention to herself,"you, would need help finding a spouse." Getting excited and turns back around to face him with wide eyes and voice growing louder to express her new mood, "You must have suitors lining up at your door waiting to marry you. I mean, you're one of the richest-" she cut herself off realizing how she was over reacting to this man, giving him to much praise he hadn't earned and would never deserve. "people in the world." She finished calmly and collected as if she had never been so caught up in the moment before.
With a small cough she flips her hair over her shoulder, showing how she felt like she was owning the room. "Now I beat you're wondering why I'm here." Synclaire figured he most likely hadn't cared, but still she wanted to talk about herself to pull more attention to herself. "I leave a lot, but people I know I don't like, but coming here I can pick one, sometimes buy as many people as I want, and they can never leave me." She bit her lower lip after finishing her last sentence, she knew it made her sound like she couldn't get anyone for herself, but that wasn't true. People that knew Synclaire didn't want her, she was rude and mean and controlling. She knew that, but she was beautiful and thought that was good enough to get someone, but she was wrong, but hand picking people was easier: you buy them and they can never leave you.
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"As you may or may not know, we have tracked down the area where they make the wretched Venus pills. Not where they sell them, but the classified area where they sell them. We would like to raid the factory, yet we don't have enough members. There are still many lower-class persons that we can recruit. We could then give them out to more people in the lower class. We still need to recruit more people. Now, let me repeat the rules of recruiting..."
The meeting went on for about an hour, discussing plans and weaker entry points. They had the number of new recruits they were looking for. After that, they all exited and went to their jobs. Sara-Lin was going to start a new job as a maid for the upper-class. She had to head to the employment area to find out who's house she would have to clean. She wasn't very excited about it.
When he noticed the girl hadn't stopped talking he took a glimpse of her. She looked vaguely familiar. Probably some brat who never has to lift one of her well-polished fingers. But what really made him interested was her attitude. There was something about her that was screaming for attention. He laughed quietly. How pathetic. Many people thought they were significant. That their society had something to depend on them. He however did. What if he stayed with Scott. There would be fifteen times as many piles of corpses lying on the streets. The research of the scientists would be behind by centuries. But what did this girl do, other than look pretty for her precious daddy. Pitiful. He blew a large cloud of smoke at her face, and with a bored look asked loud enough for everyone to hear." Who are you?".
At his questioned she glared at him with hatred. "Everyone in this room knows of me, I'm Synclaire Amy Lewis of the Lewis house hold. I don't care how important you are, but I'm very important-" before she could finish on the stage in the very front a person began to speak.
"Hello everyone, we have the greatest bunch of people for you guess to pick from today. We have the most attractive of the bunch of Lower Class people ever." With a sigh Synclaire got comfortable in her seat to listen. "When ready you all may come check out who you want, at the end you all may bid on the person of your liking, the highest bidder gets their choice." The announcer man smiled and most people got out of their seats to check out who they might like.
Synclaire jumped out of her seat and took off running to the stage, she loved to always look first. On all the Lower Class around their necks were pieces of paper that told their names, weight, health, age, and body measurements. Synclaire only liked the best of the best and find two she was already interested in, and she finally stopped at one male. "What's your name?" The boy took a moment to reply, but when he did he told her his name was Emery and she smiled. She liked the way he looked and wrote his babe down on the people she wanted to buy.
She she was done looking she went back to the seat she had been sitting at before and wondered if Suzuki had found anyone, she had just met the man, but he seemed to have very high expectations like herself and wondered if he had met anyone that came to his own.
From where she was she looked for him, maybe she could get a sense of who he wanted, she already knew someone like her he wouldn't choose: beautiful and confident. With a sigh she gave up and relaxed. Synclaire got bored easily and waiting for him to return was boring, all she wanted was someone to talk to until she got her new spouses.
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He never took the bids seriously. What he would do was first look examine them. He would stop every time he saw someone who looked interesting, then ask random questions to startle them. To most the spouses were items, little trophies to make them look good. The type of things that are best when silent. So allowing them to talk was unusual. He only saw two that were worth speaking to and all had nothing interesting to say. Then he walked to a little boy that looked about 17. He had a face not even a mother could love, and almost every facial feature of a pig. Donatello raised his eyebrows "Now how do they expect to sell you with a face like that?". The boy started to tighten his face to hold back the tears. But Donatello didn't like that, he looked at his tag and held his face up by his chin. "Well James?". He began to sniffle, which led to sobbing. Deep, deep, deep down in his heart, he knew it was cruel. "suck it up kid, not everyone's is going to try to spare your feelings". He looked over to see the other upper class stare at him uncomfortably. So he moved along and looked at the next boy's tags. "So, Emery. What do you think of what I said to little porky over there?"
He looked at the attractive man in front of him. He knew the smart thing was to agree, but he couldn't bring himself to it. He thought that probably hurt the boy greatly, Emery had trouble seeing people unhappy. "That was mighty rude of you, sir." He replied to the Upper class as he looked down at the mans shoes. He regretted what he said, but he had strong beliefs and liked standing up for them. "I'm sorry I don't agree with your statement." Emery's voice was weak, he had the fear of dying, a thought he didn't like to much. He raised his head to look at the man, Emery had seen his face before. "You're Mr. Suzuki." Emery said I'm awe. He had heard a lot about this man when he was with his mother, for his mother us to sell his magically medicine. So many people were still living because of this man, but Emery's mother had died because of it.
He managed as he started into the mans dark eyes. "My mother use to sell Venus at the hospital she worked at, she extended so many lives because of you." Emery gave the man a warm smile. "It's honestly an honor to meet you." Emery had honestly wanted to meet this man, he was a huge fan of science and history.
Emery's smile soon faded as he released how he was meeting one of his idols: dirty, shoeless, shirtless, and only wearing shorts that were far to inappropriate that came to his mid-thigh. His face caught flame as he began to think more of the situation and his eyes soon darted back to the ground, he could no longer look at a man of such stature dressed as, as the stripper he was. "I'm a huge fan of science." He told Mr. Suzuki without looking at him. Emery was highly embarrassed. He usually looked so much better when leaving home, he was a very classy person. This whole new situation for him, he'd only seen pregnant Upper Class women really before, and none could compare to this man. "I'm sure you hear that all the time though, Mr. Suzuki." As he talked he looked up at the man with a nervous smile and flipped his hair from his eyes so he could see this anazing man more clearly.
The reality of all that was happening still really hasn't hit Emery in the crowded room. It was loud and full of desperat people. It was warm, but at the same time cold from what was taking place.
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This wasn't right. People would be suspicious if he only bought a husband. A part of him felt like it would matter what people thought. He went to the end of the line where he saw a girl that looked interesting. It was obvious she didn't want to get picked. It was working too, every passed by her as quickly as possible. She'll be fun. Donatello stopped right in front of the girl. and smiled a devilish smile. "You don't need to look pretty, to get screwed?". He picked her head up by the chin and turned her face from side to side. In a mocking tone her asked the girl "Now why wouldn't a pretty thing like you not want to get picked" He looked at her tags. "Sara-lin? That's a nice name for a beggar."
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The chaos that had taken over the room was crazy. Emery quickly came to the side of Mr. Suzuki, "Are you ok?" He said in a rushed worried tone. Emery was surprised some random Lower Class would do something so stupid. 1.) The room was heavily guarded. 2.) If she gets caught she'll die. 3.) If it weren't for Mr. Suzuki most people in the world would be dead. He felt urged to run over to the girl and slap her back, violence is never the answer, but karma is. "It doesn't look like it hurt to bad." Emery had let out a small laugh to fill the uncomfortable moment. Being down over the man he smiled, "The red hand print should go away soon and it doesn't look like that kick left any damage." Walking around him Emery cuffed his arms under his and helped him to his feet.
Looking around the room it no long had the awkward strange feeling from the start, it was replaced with the hope and fear of others. From the conor of his right eye he could see the monstrous girl being caught. "Good." He said turning his attention back to Mr. Suzuki, "They caught the girl." At this point it was obvious she had been anti-Venus or something along those lines and most likely had planning something like this for weeks. This was the first bidding he'd been to, but he had heard stories about situations like this, usually the antis' were killed or imprisoned for strewing up trouble in what was suppose to be simple and happy. This was no longer so simple.
Most of the Upper Class had left, probably from the fear of being killed or injured from the rampage of Lower Class that wanted to escape or the Upper Class that was trying to reclaim there purchases. Emery had had a few bids on him today, and in the crowd he could see all of them leaving the scene, meaning he was now his idols. He was happy that the one he was going to live with he already knew about, if made him calm, but Emery had his father to worry about. With a sigh Emery pushes the thought of his father away, his father did need his help, but Emery couldn't depress himself with the thought of it, he didn't want to ruin him self being purchased with a bad mood.
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Donatello may be a genius, but he wasn't very strong. Emery helped him up, but anger was still boiling in him. Before he returned from the stage he went to Sara-lin. "If brains were made of gold, I would be far more rich" He got his cigarette and pressed it on her neck, leaving a burn. "You may know me. You may not either way. I am the reason people are still alive and breathing" His voice turned low and husky. almost as if he was whispering, " Don't assume, I enjoy that they are. You have no idea what I did to get here, and how much of a waste it is". He walked a few steps away and smiled and looked at Synclaire. He walked back to Sara-lin and whispered in her ear "Don't think you've fooled me".
When the the bidding began he sat in the chair bored. People screaming out names and numbers, it almost gave him a migraine. But he became lost in thought of what had just happened. It seemed almost like a dream, except that his stomach was still in pain. Not many people disagreed with the idea of Venus pills. Mostly because everyone was blinded by the idea of life and death. One was good, another bad. Which one was which? He smiled. Maybe they were meant to die young. He heard of the time where people lived to 100 years, not long ago. But if nature just decided to shorten the human's life-span. That would mean. I invented a cheat from death. But that wasn't as important as what Sara-lin might actually do. He looked around, a girl with that much moxie, would be a little more intelligent. The atmosphere changed completely, it felt as if something was going to pop out of nowhere.
He lost thought when the man shouted Emery's name. Donatello looked up with confusion. Something overcame him and he shouted, "3 million dollars". His eyes widened. He didn't even think about it. 3 million wasn't much to him, but why did he buy someone. What was wrong with him.
He watched Mr. Suzuki talk to the girl who'd kicked him, it was obvious it wasn't a friendly talk. Emery wanted to follow, but he knew that's be out of order. Soon guards came over to all the Lower Class and helped them straighten up the line. "The biddings will start soon." An announcer called over the intercom in an excited voice to help build good excitement. Looking out into the coward he could see the sparkles fly across the crowd as they waited for the biddings to begin.
"Who wants to start the bidding for Amy Coll!" And then the yelling wars began. He heard the yelling and the names and random numbers being called from the Upper Class trying to claim the prize they wanted. It was now nosier then it was when people were trying to escape.
"Now who wants the handsome Emery?" The crowd was in hysteria when his name was called. He could hear woman yelling from the range one thousand to possibly to five thousand, but then over all rang the three million out burst that came from Mr. Suzuki. For a moment it was like the whole room was in shock that the man had bought someone, something Emery knew he'd never done. "Sold, for three million!" The announcer said as a grown of sad women filled the silence and then the biddings and yelling started once again.
Emery was escorted by a man to the back stage behind a curtain. "You're new owner will come back here to get you at anytime." He was told and then the man left him to go back to the front part of the stage. Taking in a deep breath Emery sat down in a chair filled with happiness that he was bought. To him it was surprisingly quiet behind the curtain, it was more relaxing. With a smile glued to Emery's face he waited for Mr. Suzuki.
People poured in from every opening in the building, carrying weapons. The fake guards let her go and tackled the Upper Class. Sara-Lin saw the only man that stopped at her spot. The yelled out and tackled him. She flipped him over and put her foot on his chest.
"You really thought I was that dumb, to attack you in a room full of guards? You have always thought you were so tough. I could crush your windpipe and kill you right now. But I'm not," Sara-Lin motioned for a fake guard to come over. "Do whatever you'd like with him,"
Sara-Lin walked out of the building.
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Once outside, the chauffeur opened the limo door, and ashed his cigarette for him, then lit him a new one. He looked at Emery who was behind him, "Get in".
Sara-Lin calmly steered the van, following four others. Everyone in the van was dead silent. Most of them were in deep thought, others were staring out the window. Sara-Lin sighed. She knew that for her, that this would most likely be a one way trip for her. everyone else would probably get out. She was going to be the first one in, and distracting the guards. She had gotten the most dangerous and hardest job. To hold the thought that she might just die.
Emery nodded his head and sped up to catch up with Mr. Suzuki. Emery wasn't use to limos, for he'd never been in one because only the Upper Class had them. Walking faster he did as was instructed and sat down on the edge of the limo seat and then scooted farther within to give his new own space. Looking around the inside it was obviously large than a normal car. Most of the inside was black and shiny like the outside was. In front of Emery were bottles of different types of drinks in a chest of ice and a row of multi-colored glasses. This was honestly the first time he'd ever been in the car, well the first time he could remember. The seat was so soft and comfortable and Emery found himself relaxed on it. Pulling his legs up to his chest he crossed them to make his sitting way much more comfortable.
He was very thirsty and hungry, he hasn't eaten since yesterday morning and was kidnapped before he had the chance to get food and he's kidnappers weren't kind to giving him anything. He began eyeballing the bottles and cups that were taunting him with their liquidy goodness. Emery wasn't for sure if I'd be wrong for him to get it or not. This was he's owners limo most likely and he was now his owners, so didn't that entitle him to be allowed to have some too? His mouth was dry and stomach empty, so he did what he wanted. He glanced over at Mr. Suzuki and then reached for the bottled that was marked water. Pulling it from the ice he opened it and then took a blue glass, pouring the water into the glass he could feel his mouth wanting to water. Closing the bottle securely he put it back into the ice and drank the whole glass within seconds. Looking back over a Mr. Suzuki he frowned. "Sorry," he told him for 1). Getting it without asking and 2). Chugging the whole glass of water, which was rude, "I was very thirsty." Placing the glass back where he got it he realized that had all taken place before Mr. Suzuki had even entered to sit next to him. This was all so new to him and he didn't know how to react. He was use to thinking someone was better than him, but he was hoping he'd get over it with his new life, that he hoped would be go. Emery then gave off a sweet smile of happiness.
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Donatello walked out and took a moment to examine his mansion. The butlers opened his door, but gave Emery funny looks. "It's rather rude to stare at your masters ....spouse like that" Donatello smirked. He turned around to look at Emery. "Welcome to your new home." He gave his cigarette to a maid and continued, "There are 55 rooms total. 8 bathrooms. 31 bedrooms. A Kitchen. A dining room. A wardrobe room. 3 living room. The green house. The laboratory. The wine cellars. 5 blank rooms. the pill room. and my study which as also the library. Outside their is a garden, and a lake". He walked through the hall and snapped to summon a butler. "Tell the cook to make a special dinner for my spouse...Emery. And inform the staff they now have a second master." The butler nodded and scurried away. "Now you are allowed in every room you like, except my study. The master bedroom will be shown to you shortly. If you need any help simply press any of the blue buttons in each room. The green ones are for the police, and the red ones are for if you need pills" He led him to a large red, wooden door. "This is my study, you are never to go in here" He signaled the maid to come over for assistance. "This is Jane, she'll take you to the wardrobe to get onto more comfortable attire. After you may ask her to take you where ever you wish to go. Dinner will be at 6". Donatello opened the door and before we went in, he cleared his throat "Call me Doni". And with that he shut the doors. Plopping onto his couch with Vivaldi's four seasons playing. What now?
This building was huge and glorious. Emery hadn't been anywhere nice in years and found his new home to be amazing. He was being escorted by the maid to get something different to wear, and he loved the sound of that. He's outfit, well shorts, were not the best things to wear for such a long time and were way to revealing. "This way." The maid told Emery with a bow as she held a door open for him. Emery walked into one of the three bathrooms. "Wash off your face and hair and dry off with one of the yield over there," she said pointing, "and when you're done will get you new clothing." Emery shut the door and walked over to the sink. He turned both of the knobs, getting the right amount of both temperatures he rubbed it over his dirty face and hair, but those weren't the only places with dirt.
When Emery had finished hand bathing himself and dried off he returned to the maid, who lead him to another room with clothing.
"I'll take your measurements real fast and have an outfit picked out for you in no time." Jane had said with a warm out come.
"Is every room this big?" As he asked the girl had taken out a tape measurer and began to measure his legs, hips, torso, chest, and then his shoulders as she mumbled out the numbers.
"About so." She replied as she walked over to a section of collared shirts.
The girl, Jane, rummaged around the shirts pulling out one or two, holding them up to compare, then placing them back where she'd gotten them. "Ha!" She said pulling out a light blue collared shirt made out of light looking fabric. Emery knew a lot of things, but fashion wasn't one, he could dress and look nice and knew some types of fabrics, but it wasn't his best subject. "This would match your eyes so well." She told him without looking at him. Taking the shirt off the hanger she handed it to him and then started looking at some pants and shoes.
Emery took off the coat Doni had lent him and gently place it on a purple cushioned chair next to him. He then put the shirt on, it almost felt like wearing nothing against his skin due to the lightness of the shirt. It was nice, and even though he didn't know much about fashion he could tell it was expensive. "Here." The girl told him as she held out a pair of blue jeans and two black dress shoes with a pair of black ankle socks.
"When you're done just come out into the ha-"
"Do I really need the shoes?" Emery cut her off to say. "Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting, but shoes are pointless indoors."
"Um. Well, most people do, everyone here does." Jane replied kindly.
"A home isn't a home unless you feel relaxed enough to take off your shoes." He chuckled at what he said, but he meant it.
Jane bowed and quietly left the room shutting the door behind her. What Emery had told her he felt was true. He didn't like wearing shoes much, but wearing shoes in his old home would have been off for him and this was now his home. Emery pushed the thoughts of shoes away, set down the pants and shoes to the floor, and finally took off his uncomfortable shorts, leaving him wearing only his briefs and new shirt. Picking up the blue jeans he slid them on to his body, they were a perfect fit. They weren't to big and weren't to tight, they felt nice, but not as good as going panties. Bending over he regained the shoes in his hands and placed them back where Jane had gotten them. Before leaving he picked up Doni's coat, then left the room shutting the door behind him.
"You look much better now." He was told by the maid.
"Thank you," was his reply along with a smile of friendless.
"Where would you like to go now? You can go almost anywhere."
"Wherever Doni is." He told her enthusiastically and took off to the room where he'd seen him last.
"Wait," Jane said grabbing his arm, "this is usually his alone time. Anywhere else?"
With a chuckle Emery gently pulled away, "Wherever he is, is where I want to be."
Continuing his walk down the hall he'd been in he arrived to the room where he'd seen Doni. Knocking on the door twice he then opened it and went over to where Doni was. "Here's your coat back, thank you for letting me borrow it." He told Doni as he stood over him with his arm out with the coat.
When Doni had started falling Emery had done his best to catch him, but the force of the man was to great and the falling was to sudden for him. He landed on top of Doni. "Sorry." He told him as he was about to get up, but before he did Doni kissed him. Emery was shocked by the kiss, he'd never been kissed before, so this made it his first. Within a few seconds he found himself kissing him back. His lips were warm and soft. In honest Emery didn't want to stop kissing him, it gave him a warm and good feeling inside while they were doing it, but Doni had fallen asleep. With his arms he pushed himself up and sat on the couch and looked over at Doni, It's going to be amazing living here, he thought to himself as he stood up not knowing what to do. Finally deciding what to do he picked him up and walked with him out of the room. For a short time he wondered the halls trying to find Doni's room, until he found Jane cleaning something. "Jane, where's Doni's room?" He had asked and all she did was slightly bow and started walking down the left of the hall. Emery assumed he was suppose to follow her, which he did.
"Right here." She told him as she opened the door for him.
"Thank you." Was his reply as he walked into the room and she shut the door behind him.
Once entering he went start for the bed and laid him down. "You're kinda heavy." He said with a chuckle to the sleeping man. Gently pushing Doni over some Emery sat on the bed next to him and watched him sleep.
In the pit of Emery's stomach he felt bad, he had entered the one room he wasn't suppose to. It wasn't like he did it because he knew he wasn't suppose to, he just wanted to be with Doni, and even though he knew he would have gotten scolded for it he didn't care, he just wanted to be in the same room as him. Emery was a smart boy and knew if Doni hadn't had been drunk things most likely would have been more severe, but instead he was questioned and kissed. Emery had found it cute how Doni had fallen asleep so quickly, it was extremely cute to him. Even though he'd only known Doni for a short time he could see himself falling in love with him.
Sara-Lin turned to Meredith. "Get in the last van and wait for me," Meredith hung her head and headed for the van. Sara-Lin turned to the driver. "What should we do?' He shrugged. "I could take your job and your passengers while you take Meredith home," Sara-Lin stared at him and lowered her voice. "Yo know whoever does that job is going to be killed," He sighed. "we could just put fireworks or something in the front," Sara-Lin sighed. "FIne. But I am coming back as soon as I can. I'll get the passengers,"
Sara-Lin drove in silence. She looked in the rearview mirror, and watched Meredith stare back. "Why did you come? I told you to stay put," Meredith looked up and stared at the back of Sara-Lin's head. "Well I uh-" Suddenly, a loud shot rand through the van, and shrapnel flew everywhere, and Sara-Lin spotted a bullet hole in the side of the roof. "Holy crap! Get down on the floor now!"
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Didier D'Toussaint
I'm rich, not heartless.
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That pill is just a way of being afraid of death.
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"Living is boring, but watching the weak die is amusing"
Marisol Penn
I've lived seventeen years. I'm going to live seventeen more.
Damien Fletcher
I'd prefer to keep out of danger
Emery Chase Lee
"Without knowledge we're nothing, but sometimes body's over mind."
Tina Bon
A girl who chooses to live life casually, while the fear of death and reality is pushed aside for later thoughts. Tina would rather lay on her couch and sleep. -WIP
Synclaire Amy Lewis
"I'm 'Queen Bee', bow before me."
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Marisol Penn
I've lived seventeen years. I'm going to live seventeen more.
Emery Chase Lee
"Without knowledge we're nothing, but sometimes body's over mind."
Synclaire Amy Lewis
"I'm 'Queen Bee', bow before me."
Tina Bon
A girl who chooses to live life casually, while the fear of death and reality is pushed aside for later thoughts. Tina would rather lay on her couch and sleep. -WIP
Sara-Lin Paleson
That pill is just a way of being afraid of death.
Donatello Suzuki
"Living is boring, but watching the weak die is amusing"
Damien Fletcher
I'd prefer to keep out of danger
Didier D'Toussaint
I'm rich, not heartless.
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Marisol Penn
I've lived seventeen years. I'm going to live seventeen more.
Damien Fletcher
I'd prefer to keep out of danger
Synclaire Amy Lewis
"I'm 'Queen Bee', bow before me."
Donatello Suzuki
"Living is boring, but watching the weak die is amusing"
Didier D'Toussaint
I'm rich, not heartless.
Sara-Lin Paleson
That pill is just a way of being afraid of death.
Tina Bon
A girl who chooses to live life casually, while the fear of death and reality is pushed aside for later thoughts. Tina would rather lay on her couch and sleep. -WIP
Emery Chase Lee
"Without knowledge we're nothing, but sometimes body's over mind."
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I see the IC posts have already started, but this RP is labeled as "Open" in the forums, so I'm double-checking. :)