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West Coast Smoker

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Puget Sound, Washington is a part of West Coast Smoker.

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Basil Daedal [9] "I am the Head of the House, now, so shut up about my father."
Luca Goodwin [8] Former-heir, now slave
Caleb Jackson [4] "I know a lot, but things get a bit dicey when there are new factors and that is when I'll be slightly more careful."
Alexandria Parker [4] "Couldn't ever complain, treated horribly if I did, but things are different with a new boss, I hope."
Lillina Stephenson [2] "Don't mess with a girl when she has a gun tucked into her pants."
Silas Davison-Winn [1] The drugs just make me reset. (wip)
Joanna Prior [0] "I don't talk much, I don't like to."

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may brings with it dark stormclouds of pure steel wool that stick to the grey sky
like lint on a sweater. they hang around, close to puget sound and thicker in the
surrounding hills, threatening rain but bringing nothing but the smell of it with
them. a pod of orca swims just off the docks of the loneburough manor, dark
and shielded by a gossamer of mist from their blowholes they slide through the 
water like a part of it. the overcast skies mean very little to the residents of the
manor, seeing as the newest slave acquisition is arriving, which means for the 
slaves another mouth to feed and another life to watch tattered to pieces before
it's old enough to really live, and it means to the heir of the daedal house some-
thing quite different. it means the beginning of the process of freeing slaves and
maybe changing the world. that might be ambitious, but puget sound has been
known for its ability to make dreams come true, after all, and if nothing else the
orca are a good sign. 
the largest bull slips handily into the water as he follows the matriarch under, a
boat working its way up river as a very small patch of sun breaks through the 
looming grey stormclouds. this is the beginning of something quite different.
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luca goodwin;;
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the newest acquisition sets his bags at the foot of the lower bunk bed furthest
from the door and closest to the window. he has very little in his bags aside
from makeup and revealing clothing given to him by his last master. he regards
all that with something akin to disgust but takes it with him anyway because a
man in his situation cannot and will not let go of the few things he does have
to his name. not that it particularly matters, after all, he himself is little more
than property at this point and pretending to be anything else is next to
useless this far in. his haughtiness might remain, but luca will always be the
first to admit that his soul is broken; slavery is no place for a highborn man
and even less a place for him. but he has somehow managed to keep going
and that's what's brought him here, finally free of his mark as a bedslave and
perhaps just one step closer to being a freed man. one can only hope at least.
but hope is rather worthless, he has to remind himself, at least to men like him.
luca sits on the bed and waits in the empty room, awaiting orders or requests,
some direction. it's become his default at this point, waiting, patient.
silas davison-winn;;
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somehow, silas has found himself not only at loneburough manor but without
anything to fix or work on, which is a rare enough occurrence on its own, but
also with a full pack of cigarettes in his back pocket and a stash in his jacket
pocket. the only logical path from both those things is making his way down
the daedal property to the docks, at least in his mind, where he picks through
the rushes and cattails lining the edge of the dock to sit with his legs swinging
over the edge. as he lights a cigarette between his teeth he notes the pod of
orca not far offshore, and for a long moment his eyes catch on the rainbows
that their blowholes spatter when they give off mist every time they come up
for air. silas feels hunger gnaw at the corner of his stomach but ignores it; the
cigarette is more important, and beyond that, there's the weed in his pocket.
it's not exactly what he'd like to be doing, but si is more than aware that doing
coke at work is frowned upon in most places, even when it's legal. pot, on the
other hand, he can definitely write that off as just another way to get through
the day. at least he hopes so. the feeling of being sober is getting to him. and
anything to escape it is good in his books. holding the cigarette between his
teeth, silas pulls his glass pipe and stash out of his pocket and starts loading
a bowl, eyes still distantly on the orca, swimming through the reflections of
stormclouds on the sound.

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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.


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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.

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Lillina Stephenson


[center]Lillina walked down the street, to anybody who walked by she looked like a typical girl these days. With a dark colored hoodie on and headphones in her ears. But she was far from normal. If they paid attention to the back of her hoodie, they would see the mark of the freedom fighters on it. A light gray silhouette of a person in rags, breaking the chains that were around their wrists. She was a brave girl for wearing the symbol so freely, and she was proud of herself for being able to. She also carried a gun, another thing that made her not normal. She was listening to her favorite song of her favorite band. A song she thought suited the freedom fighters almost perfectly. Fall Apart by Icon for Hire, if she was alone and not on a semi-crowded street, she would have singing along with it. But inside she walked silently, her hands stuffed in her pockets.

She was walking to a meeting with the freedom fighters. After three months of silence they were ready to strike once again. Their target was a shipment of kidnapped slaves that had just arrived in the city, waiting to be sold. Their goal was to free them and give them their lives back. It was going to dangerous, it was going to be scary, and Lillina was stoked for it. If it meant giving freedom to the people who deserved it, then she would gladly give her life. Already in her four years as a freedom fighter, she had been shot three times and stabbed four. Her job was one of, if not the, most dangerous job there was in the group. No matter how safe a mission was for everyone else, Lillina would be in danger every time they struck.

She knew that in likelihood she wouldn't have a peaceful death, and though it did scare her a little bit, it was something she was ready for. Because death could come at any moment anyway, so why not go out changing the world?

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Basil’s first official day as Head of the House. Quite… exhilarating. He eyes slowly split open as he stirred from his sleep. It was a long, dark night. He had smoked a cigar and drank a glass of Stephenson cognac. Delicious. His brand new sheets were a little stiff and underused, but comfortable nonetheless.

When Basil was given the keys to the manor and offered his parents’ old room, he made damn well sure to replace everything in it. Carpet, wallpaper, mattress, furniture. Anything that reminded him of that man.

He was alone that night. In the city, he always had a bedpartner – be it cousin, or boyfriend or random bloke off the street. But in the manor? He had nobody. And ever since he broke up with his last fling… well, needless to say he needed some attention.

He picked himself up off the bed. He was naked. He always slept naked, never really caring for fancy pajamas or even boxers that kept his junk all tightened and enclosed. Also, it was easier for him to just go from bed to bath in mere moments.

Yes, his bath. Oh he loved his bath. Perhaps the one fine taste his parents ever had: an open-air eternity bath that led out to a wonderful view of the Sound. He lightly tip-toed his feet into the water – crystal clear and piping hot. Just how it should be.

Basil finally had time to wake up. As he scrubbed at himself between his cheeks, he remembered all the official business that awaited him for the day. Signing of documents. Presenting of arms. Addressing the slaves. The slaves! There’s a new one today. A 19 year old his father had ascertained for himself. Luckily, the asshole died before he could ruin another one. So Basil pondered: leave the boy alone or make an immediate advance? His pictures were quite charming, but perhaps he wasn’t as attractive in person?

Needless to say, he had to see him at once. With a ring of the bell, a slave timidly entered the bathroom. “Fetch me the new boy. Do not haste him, I will be here for awhile. Make sure he is fully settled and the overseer is done with him. When he is ready, have him come here – alone. That is all.” With that, Basil had a cracked smile. He quietly began taking his morning pills and glaring over the darkened Sound.

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Another morning woken alone in his own bed. Edmund hated ever waking up alone. Even back when he was a little boy, knowing nothing of the world outside their house, he always preferred to sleep in his mums bed. It was awfully depressing for someone like him, waking up alone. He remembered when he and Basil were younger together, it wasn't unusual for Draco to try and sneak into his room, crawl into bed with him so that he wouldn't have to be alone. Maybe it was separation anxiety, or maybe it was just that he was afraid of being alone, he didn't know and didn't particularly care. He just wanted to be around people, felt like he needed to be around people. Dragging himself out of bed, Draco rolled himself into the bathroom and eventually into the shower, where he stayed for at least a half hour before finally getting out and getting dressed.

And that was how he found himself heading up to Basil's room, hoping his friend would have some time for him. He didn't know where he stood with the other boy anymore, since his father died and he took over as the Heir. Things weren't the same anymore... at least not for Basil. Edmund was still the same guy he was before, but the other boy couldn't still be the same, what with everything happening... could he?

Well, that's what Draco planned to find out.

"Basil, love!" Edmund called everyone by petnames, love or dearest, darling or honey. It was fifty shades of nicknames for him, and most people that commonly associated themselves with him had grown used to it. This was just another one of the things that made Draco, Draco. That and the flamboyance that followed him everywhere, today proudly shown as a pair of tight black jeans that made it practically pointless to even be wearing pants, and an open white button down that showed his nicely tan chest and six pack. "I hope you don't mind me interrupting Bae, but I wanted to see if you were busy today or if you could spare a few moments for me." He pulled the puppy eyes and fluttered his eyelashes as he took a seat on the edge of his friends bath, not at all embarrassed around a naked Basil, though it did turn him on slightly. The eyelash fluttering and puppy eyes were a trick he learned long ago that had helped him get his way for years now.

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over the distant sound of the waves, luca hears the dorm's door open. he tries
not to flinch or let himself jump and turn fast so he looks startled, but he does
twitch the slightest bit against his will. he turns slowly, though, somehow, and
is relieved to find himself face to face with not one of the masters, but instead a
servant who looks good natured enough. the comfort is shortlived, though, due
to the words that fall from the boy's lips upon entering.
"mister daedal, our young master, has sent for you," he says, with a
confidence usually unknown to servants. to be fair, though, luca thinks, this boy
is speaking to a slave. sometimes luca has to remind himself that people won't
speak to him how he was raised to believe they will but he nods, dips his head
with respect and stands, straightening his clothing and strolling purposefully past
the boy with little more than a glance tossed his way. he knows where the
master's bedroom will be; in the best place in the house, which means top floor
and facing the sound here. luca has had enough masters to know that if he's
called this early in his stay he's being called for examination, and not likely any
sort of proper work, but he's still nervous, thinking of the different ways this
meeting could go. he almost wants to tell himself not to misbehave but he also
knows that's not really fair anymore. being haughty, and a little disobedient is
all luca really has anymore. this thought is the one that grows a stone heavy in
his stomach as he knocks on the master bedroom door.
"hello? daedal, you called for me?"

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Alex groaned softly as she heard the overseer call for her. Whatever he wanted, it probably wasn't going to be good. With a sigh, she stood. Her extremely short bottoms were rather uncomfortable, being like yoga pants but without the pant legs. She had a tank top on that moved a little too much for her comfort, but thanks to the bra, didn't reveal anything. She was sixteen and something close to a stupid prostitute with her education mixed in, the only difference, it wasn't her choice.

She walked to the kitchen where she was told to go. They wanted her to serve breakfast for some reason. Maybe it was that the old slave that usually did it had died and they didn't quite have a replacement yet, or maybe they just wanted her to do it from now on.

She grabbed the single dish that was there, only one person must be downstairs so far. She sighed inwardly as she picked it up, training from the previous master coming in use. It was interesting how he had actually taught her all the slave skills though she didn't necessarily use them all the time.

Walking out into the dining room, she saw Caleb at the table, drawing an incomprehensible drawing in his book. "There's fine," He says without looking up as he heard the clicking heels. She didn't really know what to say, so she just placed the plate down in front of him. "I'll take a glass of water," He says, still not looking up.

Alex wanted to sigh, but didn't and plastered on the fake smile that was so practiced, it was almost real. She went to the cart with a jug of water by the window and saw some orca swimming along. She smiled truly for a moment as she poured the water, cursing under her breath as the water overflowed and she missed the cup. It wasn't like her to do such a thing just because she got distracted.

She quickly poured the little bit of too much water back into the jug before going to put the glass of water in front of Caleb who had only watched, but not said anything about the spill. He didn't normally get mad about the small simple mistakes, didn't see reason and she was thankful for it though he was one to enjoy the slaves that served his every whim. He had never called for her thankfully.

"Just clean it up and wait for the others I suppose," He says with a shrug as he takes to eating whatever was on his plate. He hadn't quite realized what he was eating until he swallowed. The food was spectacular and he couldn't deny it. He smiled at the plate before resuming studying the book.

Alex, who had nodded, moved to go back to the cart, grabbing towels from the kitchen right before, and began to clean up the mess. She wondered why things were happening as they were. Wasn't the US said to have been a free place long ago? Or thought to be?

She was careful as she mopped up the rather annoying mess, it was not going to be an easy day if this was how it was going to go.

Only then did she remember the new slave again. He was supposed to have been a bedslave she heard... Someone who might understand what it was like to be treated as nothing but a body to be used. Was he close to her age or was he way older? Was perhaps another pretty face without a nice personality, or the other way around? There were so many questions that only time could answer properly.

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"Basil, love!" Basil giggled to himself at the familiar greeting. It was the greeting that Draco had offered Basil since they were kids. It reminded him of those nights they spent holding each other in Basil’s bed. As kids, it was to stay warm. As they grew up, it changed. For Basil, it became a refuge from the man who was the Devil.
" "I hope you don't mind me interrupting Bae, but I wanted to see if you were busy today or if you could spare a few moments for me."

”Only if you get rid of those dreadful clothes and join me in here,” Basil said with a feigned sheepish smile. He then waved his hands in a welcoming gesture and offered him a mimosa, freshly prepared by a slave.

"Hello? Daedal, you called for me?" Basil heard a… coy voice call out from the hall. Without hesitation, Basil said, ”Ah. Luca is it? Come in! Come in.” He moved his body to a better vantage point, suggestively opening his legs for both his advisor and his new slave.
”I wanted to know more about you. Get a look at you and see what kind of slave you are. Tell me. What do you think of my estate? And what about me? Do you like what you see?”

Basil splashed around in the pool for a bit of a silly effect. He was attempting a bit of a gamble. Not wanting to intimidate the new slave, he did, however, want to exude an air of familiarity. He was confident that the slave already had disdain for Basil, but he wasn't going to let that ruin his fun. He liked Luca, already. The smug, impatient expression. The timid demeanor. The ass. Basil was a pig, and he knew it, but he was a heartfelt pig whose loyalty is unmatched. He shot a smile over to his friend, Draco, hoping he would play along.

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Draco smirked at his friend at the offer to join him, something he had been half expecting and more so hoping for. Though he still pretended to act like he had to think about the over, pursing his lips and tapping his chin with his pointer finger as if in deep thought. "Well, I suppose if I have to..." He teased, winking at Basil before standing up again. He began stripping off his clothes in a slow, teasing manner, though it was a bit difficult considering he was only wearing a shirt- that wasn't even buttoned -and jeans without briefs underneath. I mean, with jeans tight as his, briefs wouldn't have even been possible to wear with them. So within a few minutes he was naked and climbing into the bathtub with Basil, something he hadn't done in quite awhile. Most recently, what with everything going on, Edmund had been busy working with the other Advisors and such, and he was sure Basil wouldn't have had any time for him anyways. So they hadn't really been able to see one another lately, at least not outside of meetings and actual work, which left little room for much of anything else.

He heard the knocking on the door just as he was settling into the tub, and gave Basil a surprised look. Though this shouldn't have been shocking, he was thinking as the new slave walked into the bathroom. His legs were stretched out in front of him, but unlike Bae, one was crossed over the other. It wasn't out of self-consciousness, obviously, since Draco was about the least self conscious person ever, but just because he was comfier this way. He listened with a smirk as Basil spoke, even as a twinge of jealously crawled it's way up his throat. This wasn't his place to say anything though, because Basil was not his and Edmund was determined to never make him so. There was no way he would mess up a relationship as good as the one he had with Basil, not for anything in the world. They just... worked out together, as friends.

"Oh Basil... Who doesn't like what they're seeing when it's you that is before them?" He teased seriously, eyeing the new slave but keeping his attention on man beside him, for now. A few moments later he fixed his gaze on the slave, one side of his lips pulled up in a cocky grin. "Tell me, Luca, have you ever been in a threesome before?"

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as soon as luca enters the room he lets his eyes settle haughtily on the naked
man in the bath, and he feels his heart and stomach sink in disappointment. he
knew, he knew that this was going to be just another bedslave role, maybe not
in name but definitely in practicality. it takes him somewhat by surprise there's
already another man in the bath with his master. he dips his head in faux respect
as the master speaks.
"i wanted to know more about you. get a look at you and see what kind of
slave you are. tell me. what do you think of my estate? and what about me?
do you like what you see?,"
the master says, and luca drops his eyes to
survey his master obediently, thinking for a long moment as he remains quiet.
his master is honestly not the worst looking man alive; more attractive than any
master luca has ever had, and he has a nice smile even if his intentions aren't
pure and maybe he isn't the best person or one luca would necessarily choose
to spend time with simply for the merit of his good looks but when he responds
he isn't lying. he dips his head again to reply to basil.
"i do. the manor isn't to my taste but it is, i am sure, to yours."
his voice remains steady, the voice of a highborn and not a slave, patronizing as
he then turns to look at edmund and shakes his head. he doesn't lie to him either.
"that isn't something i have experienced, no. your suggestion of such a thing
is in rather bad taste, don't you think? considering that is not my purpose. at
least,"
he turns to basil with a smirk, "i was told you were not purchasing me
as a bedslave."
his eyes remain hard and burning with the last bits of passion
and resistance he can muster this far into slavery.

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“Oh, Basil, who doesn’t like what they're seeing when its you that is before them?” Basil stiffened a bit as his pseudo-spouse, Draco, exposed his thirst as usual. But Basil was quite used to it. It’s true, the two had had more sex together as teenagers than with anyone else, and that’s quite a huge achievement. Regardless, they adored each other’s companionship with or without sex, anyway.
“I do. The manor isn’t to my taste but it is, I am sure, to yours,” Luca said with an of hubris. It was this hubris that made Basil pine all the more for this boy’s gaze.
”Ah, well actually I don’t like it either. It’s been in the family for several generations now, and my late mother did most of the décor. Gaudy and horrendous if you ask me. Perhaps you and Draco will help me redecorate in the coming months?” Basil softly giggled to himself, turning his eyes towards the ocean. After what seemed like a brief moment, he finally said, “And thank you for admitting some sort of attraction to me. I’m honestly blushing, even if your answer was so brief.”

“Tell me, Luca, have you ever been in a threesome before?” Draco asked. As the question dropped, it was like a screeching bomb jumping. Basil visibly cringed as Draco finished his question. As usual, Draco took the plunge.

“That isn’t something I have experienced, no. Your suggestion of such a thing is in rather bad taste, don’t you think? Considering that is not my purpose,” Luca’s response was near-succint. He turned to look at Basil with a heated glare. ”At least,” he said, ”I was told you were not purchasing me as a bedslave.”

”Kitty has claws, meow!” Basil laughingly replied, standing up. His manhood was fully exposed for open glory. ”Please ignore my exhibitionism and my wife’s frivolous question. He didn’t mean to offend nor treat you as a piece of meat. It’s a defense mechanism of his.” Basil pulled himself out of the bath and onto the bathroom floor, positioning himself intimately close to Lucas. ”And you are right! You are not a bedslave, and I will never keep a bedslave. You are my property, and I intend to treat my property with affection. You are not obliged to compromise yourself with impropriety. I apologize.”

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Caleb leans back in his seat looking at his barely touched food so far. He looked to the door, wondering where Basil and Edmund were. They were probably... Taking their time together though this was ridiculous.

"Alex, to see if Basil's coming down for breakfast. I'm getting bored by myself and need to discuss these plans," Caleb says though he doesn't quite realize that what he said hurt Alex. She was there, then again, in her position, she was nothing more than a piece of furniture, something to look pretty and do what they're told.

"Yes sir," Alex says putting the sopping wet rags onto the counter to take care of when she came back down. She prayed there wasn't anything going on upstairs. She knew what happened, didn't really think it was a good thing, but didn't speak up about other people's lives.

She moved to the door, going up the stairs quickly and as she came to the door of Basil's new room, knocked. "Master?" she asked using the required name by Basil's predecessor. There wasn't a response but she heard voices from down the hall at Basil's bathroom. Uh oh...

With a grand inward sigh, she walked to the door. She heard a new voice speaking. “That isn’t something I have experienced, no. Your suggestion of such a thing is in rather bad taste, don’t you think? Considering that is not my purpose. At least, I was told you were not purchasing me as a bedslave.” It had to be the newest addition to the slave group.

Then came Basil's voice. ”Kitty has some claws! Please ignore my exhibitionism and my wife’s frivolous question. He didn’t mean to offend nor treat you as a piece of meat. It’s a defense mechanism of his. And you are right! You are not a bedslave, and I will never keep a bedslave. You are my property, and I intend to treat my property with affection. You are not obliged to compromise yourself with impropriety. I apologize.” He sounded amused yet awkward at the same time. She shouldn't be listening in, if someone caught her...

She knocked softly, feeling rather uncomfortable about the situation though she couldn't not do this. "Eh, sir? Master Caleb is asking if you and master Edmund are coming down to have breakfast soon. I believe he has something to talk with you about some plans he holds for a design of some sort," She says not opening the door, unsure of the presentability of those inside.

Even from outside the door she could hear the large baths lapping against the sides. She had been in there plenty of times, knew it as well as her rooms and the masters rooms. It didn't mean she liked any of them.

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Jo Prior

Jo lay in bed, her eyes closed as she tried to concentrate on her breathing, her back turned to everyone else as always. She always slept facing the wall so people couldn't see her outlet. There was a faint cry of a bird outside of the window and she sat up, not turning from the wall that had paper stuck to it by tape, pins, and sticky tack. She sometimes would sit and draw the plants outside if she had time, these were what decorated the wall close to her pillow so others couldn't see the work.

She ran a hand through her short hair as she stood on her the ladder of her bunk and climbed down. She grabbed what a pair of overalls from one of her drawers and a t-shirt, slipping them on without feeling self conscious thanks to the empty room. There weren't many slaves left in the household, it was interesting. Her clothing of course was ratty and looked more patched up and ruined than anything. She didn't quite mind though so long as she was able to avoid the sun on her neck when she went to work.

Going into the kitchen, she looked at a few scraps that had come in that morning. They didn't look too appetizing and she really would rather get something from the gardens that could be spared. That way she didn't have to have whatever was considered leftovers.

She left the kitchen, going through a back door that was used by her everyday. She went towards the gardens, wondering if the buds she had planted the day before had sprouted quite yet. She stopped by one of the trees in the nearby orchard to grab a few apples and slip them into a bag she had at her waist. It would satisfy the hunger for the day, perhaps be too much even.

She was walking when she heard the splash. Looking out at the sound, she saw animals swimming past and a hunched form on the docks. She recognized Silas and smiled slightly before looking between him and the gardening she had to do. With a deep breath, she went towards the docks. If she was asked about it later, she was bringing him food.

As she approached, chewing a bite from the apple she looked out at the sound, ignoring the fact that he was smoking and apparently preparing some drug in a pipe. As much as she wasn't a fan of that stuff, she understood why people used it based on what she had been told it did.

She sat beside Silas, a foot away on the thin dock. She didn't drape her feet in the water for she didn't want the feeling of water on her at the moment. "You're up early,"She says softly as she reaches into her bag and sets an apple next to Silas as an offering to him.