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Post by #C-084B "Kitty" on Jan 24, 2011 20:05:11 GMT -8
Athena was with her parents today, so Kitty got a mild reprieve from her charge's constant need for attention. That hardly meant she had the day off, however; she was immediately sent to the White Plaza to pick up a few sundry items for the MacLeans while they spent the day with their little girl, probably in the artificial forest.
Kyrie had been worried about giving the New Child money with no supervision, but Leon had insisted. The master of the house had made it clear that every last argent was to be accounted for, and any loss of money or frivolous purchase found would be taken out of her hide. Kitty had nodded dutifully and accepted the small sum and shopping list.
She always liked coming to the Plaza, especially by herself. Since her masters were out of the house, she could linger more than she usually could to look at something nice she wouldn't mind having but knew she never could attain. With shopping bags weighting down one hand, she glanced in the window of a nearby shop. The display was filled with beautiful dresses, and she smiled to see them. It'd be nice to wear one of them, someday.
Ah well. Maybe someday; not now. She was getting hungry, but had been told not to spend any money on herself...and due to her masters' strict attitude, she knew they would punish her if even one argent was missing to buy a small snack. They'd take her bed. They'd take her cranes. They'd take her doll.
The bells on her headband jingled softly as she clutched the ragged doll to her. The doll was essentially her only friend, as she couldn't really consider Athena or her family friends. They weren't the sort of people who considered New Children equals. To them, she was a slave, something less than human.
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Post by PC182B-Akira on Jan 25, 2011 0:14:39 GMT -8
The plaza. This place was usually where he worked. His master made him keep his collar high on his shirt so that his number was not seen, not that it would really matter anyways would it? Most people automatically guessed that he was a New Child anyways, just by the way he looked. genetic perfection in the eyes of most. His hair was always silky smooth, his eyes always inviting, and his smile.... oh his smile was grand indeed.
The thought ran through his head about why he would even stick around. It wasn't like his Master treated him with any type of kindness. Nor would he look for him if he just vanished, would he? He shook his head, and smiled to an older man that approached. The very thought of going out with this person disgusted him, but he didn't bother letting it show. After all, he needed to be a host. He needed to be friendly, kind, and yet he needed to be lustful, sexy. He hated his job, and most pitied him. But he hated them for it. He hated their pity. He hated those looks that he got on the street.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as the older gentleman approached him, and then walked away. After all, he couldn't afford the price that this boy demanded. He wouldn't ever accept less than what his Master had set. In his mind he was worth much more than that, but apparently not to his selfish and greedy master.
He wandered around the Plaza, going to a shop to buy himself something to eat. Most of the vendors knew what he did for a living, and as long as his total was the set number that his master had set for him in the beginning of the day, he didn't care what the boy spent his money on. He munched on a chocolate bar as he made his way back out to the center area of the plaza.
He noticed a girl wandering around. She seemed a little lost to him, and he decided it was better to help her than go try and get a date with some rich perv. "Umm. Miss, can I help you?" He supposed he may look a little intimidating, dressed to the nines, his wallet stuffed with cash, and his silver jewelry making him seem a lot richer than he was. And the fact that his number was covered meant fair game.
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Post by #C-084B "Kitty" on Jan 25, 2011 20:08:34 GMT -8
The plaza was always full of activity, buyers and sellers and the ubiquitous hosts lurking around to attract clients. Kitty had never seen the point of them, sexless as she was; she never paid them any more than cursory attention. And now one was coming towards her.
He didn't look like he was going to rob her. She had a trusting nature, usually, but the dire threats that she faced if even one argent was missing from her trip made her especially wary. He looked rich, and she wondered how much of that was just for show. New Children didn't get that rich. They weren't allowed.
Oh yes, she could tell he was a New Child. Like knew like. More perfect than humanity, and ever treated like something less. Funny, but it was only now beginning to bother her. For so long she'd known and accepted, even liked, her place as babysitter and house-servant, but sometimes in the dead of night she felt like there was something more to life, something beyond, maybe up on the forbidden Surface, that would prove her life had meaning.
"Um..." she said, stalling for time. "No, not really, thank you, sir," she said, trying to curtsy to him. Unfortunately, she wasn't wearing a skirt, but Girls Didn't Bow, and that was the rule they followed in the MacLean household. She tucked the ragged doll under her arm. "Just window shopping." |
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Post by PC182B-Akira on Jan 27, 2011 12:01:31 GMT -8
Ahh window shopping. That usually meant that there was something that she liked and wanted, but couldn't have because her Master's never allowed her to use their money. He smiled lightly. "I don't mean to frighten or offend you, but I work down here. Maybe I can help you find whatever it is that you're looking for? I'll even buy you whatever you want." So he would have to work even harder today, but it wasn't often that he saw a New Child out shopping by themselves.
Part of him wondered if the Child was lost, or separated from her Masters, but he knew they weren't around. "You don't look like you get spoiled much..." Well that as true wasn't it? She probably wasn't spoiled very often, and there had to be something that she would want, wasn't there? He would gladly buy her something. Anything to make himself feel good inside he supposed. So many years of being used without being useful. It was getting to him. He tilted his head to the side a bit as he waited for her answer.
((sorry muse is loooow today))
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