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voulez-vousatticus‌:

Atticus, as a general rule, tried to avoid guards at any and all costs.  He’s learned his lesson through trial and error and fear… and careful analysis of schedules.  That fear and unease kept him a lot more tidy than he had ever been in his entire life - that and his roommates took over most of the space and he valued his small corner of space and privacy, having hung up a spare sheet around the bottom bunk he had so that it felt like his own bunker or coffin.  Recent discovery, after his phone fell between the bed and the wall, caused him to find broken pieces of glass, and after fishing around under his bed for twenty minutes, the remains of an old gift were broken on the carpet.  

So he sought out its old owner, and thanked the school that they had the decency to write out a directory of where everyone lived.  Elevators weren’t for “his kind” though, as someone pointed out - he assumed that meant slave - so he heaved himself up the stairs until he found that weird, quiet man, and knocked on the door, with broken pieces in a plastic bag.

“Hello, Ale?  I hope…” he muttered, suddenly concerned that he remembered the wrong name.  “My name’s Atticus, I’m that sleeping guy you had to wake up in the lounge a couple times?  I had a question.” @alebolivarx

Ale kept a tight schedule.

He had not always been this way. When he was young, and foolish, he’d kept no schedule at all, gone wherever his feet and his curiosity carried him. Now, though, after centuries of rigid rules, it felt more natural to live by a carefully regimented plan, and so live by it he did. He ate alone in his suite, he performed his duties, and he kept to a strict regimen in the gym, and it was not terribly common for things to interrupt that schedule.

The knock at his door interrupted it. 

Eyebrows raised, he set down the plate he’d been carefully washing and padded over to answer it, barefoot and dressed in the drab, practical clothes that he tended towards when not dressed for work. His eyebrows only raised further when he saw who’d come knocking, and his lips twitched slightly as the young slave reminded him of his name, though Ale had not forgotten it. Strictly speaking, he wasn’t sure Atticus was supposed to be here unescorted, but--well, Ale was not on duty, and while he was a stickler for rules, he did not care quite enough to enforce them when he was not working.

“Yes, I remember you, mocoso,” he said lightly, a hint of amusement sparkling in his eyes. ��This is nice change, very awake. Much to see in the world with open eyes, no? What is your question?”

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android-devon‌:

“Yes,” she confirmed with him as she watched him taking another sip. She was pleased he had taken the drink. She did not intend to be wasteful but she had been concerned if she had not ordered something they might have asked her to leave, and that was not something she really wanted to do at this point. She was too interested in being around others. 

She watched his expression again she she told him what he was. And he seemed not to find her unusual at all in fact. Which she found to be a relief. Devon had not been sure what to anticipate. She still was certain there would be someone who would find her species to be an abomination or something of the sort. It had been told to her once by her creator some might think of her that way. 

“Well neither have I,” she laughed a small sound as she looked over at the other man. “I am not even sure there are anymore. Hopefully this has been an okay first meeting? A Coyote? I have not met of your kind before.” She grinned at him folding her arms one over the other. “I am assuming you must be older or perhaps well traveled if you have met most species.” 

Ale’s lips turned up very slightly when she laughed--not quite a full smile, but those were rare, in any case. She had a nice laugh though. It was not a sound that seemed false, or forced, like so many people tended to be. 

“You are one of a kind,” he said, still wearing that not-quite-smile. “Not a bad thing to be,” he assured, and then he did smile, shook his head. “No, no, not a coyote,” he corrected with a faint laugh, lifting a hand from the tea cup to wave it in a vague little gesture. “This is what people call me. Coyote.” The choice of words was deliberate, perhaps--it was not his name, not really, but it was what he was called, by more people than not. His real name was given only sparingly.

“I am a kitsune,” he said, and then held his hands up to the sides of his head in an approximation of ears, wiggled them slightly, said, “Fox. And I am both of those things, sí. I am nine hundred and fifty five years old. No--fifty six. I have been many places. But now I live here.”

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jordan-parker‌:

The man was quiet, almost stoic, and it really only added to Jordan’s curiosity about him. He was skilled, yes, but she wasn’t quite sure how strong he was, at least in comparison to her. Nevertheless, she kept the smile on her lips sweet and warm, her face brightening when he agreed. “Really? Oh yay, wonderful! Thank you, I was really hoping I’d find someone to help me practice, and you seem good.” she says, clapping her hands together a little, her words almost sickly sweet. Her hands come up to tighten her ponytail, flipping it lightly in a playful and almost ditzy way. 

Should she have been trying to deceive the other? Probably not. She didn’t know the man, after all. But people tended to underestimate her, and well, maybe she didn’t mind making a little game out of it for herself. “Maybe.” she says with a small shrug, eyes flickering over to the man walking away. “I don’t know though… you really seem to know what you’re doing.” She says, moving towards the centre of the mat, hands coming up, steadying her stance. 

“Go easy on me?”

Ale’s eyebrows rose minutely at her response, lips pursing with the barest hint of--well, annoyance was not quite the right word, but he was certainly not impressed.

Still, he’d agreed to fight, and so he stayed where he was, watching as she adjusted her hair, flipped it this way and that--a foolish choice, he thought, the long ponytail, entirely too easy to grab. “Hm,” was his only response when she commented on his skill. There was no need for him to brag. He knew his own capabilities, knew exactly how hard won they were. 

It was only at the request that he go easy that Ale’s eyebrows lifted further, and he shook his head. “No,” he said simply. “This is not how you learn.” And it was not his style, either. He had never been one to pull his punches and he would not start now. “You are ready, chiquita?”

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romyxrhodes‌:

Romy nodded as he spoke, letting him check her hands and sighed as he returned with a paddle. Fuck this was going to suck, it didn’t sound like he was planning on making any part of this pleasant and she was just thinking about how much more she’d like this whole situation if it hadn’t been for Sven and Colton when she was being struck across the face with the paddle. 

She gasped, seeing stars in front of her eyes as she blinked and felt something warm dripping down her face. Tears she realized when she was able to get her thought process back. She blinked a few times and a few more tears rolled down her face before she straightened herself up, squaring her shoulders as best she could and nodded to him. “Sorry, wasn’t quite ready for you yet. I’m good now.” she told him, putting on a brave face and ready for the next blow. 

Ale let the hand holding the paddle hand at his side, gave her a moment to collect herself after the first blow--a minor courtesy, and one that would not be extended again. The rest of the punishment would not provide breaks, but this--this first strike, the first real bite of pain--this one he could allow for a pause after, give her a chance to prepare for what was to come. Perhaps she would be able to conduct herself with dignity.

“Hm,” was all he said when she spoke again, seemed to steady herself. He gave a very slight tip of his head, adjusted his grip on the paddle and stepped around the suspended human, considered her briefly before raising the paddle and bringing it down hard on her rear--once, and then again, and again, in quick succession, his face blank and impassive.

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xletshaveakikix‌:

“Oh!  I’m supposed to learn about them, that’s why I’m here.  So feeling like a human should help with that, right?”  At least Kiki hoped as much.  The hopes, however, were unfounded as the angel would come out of the weekend’s experience none the wiser and only sore and confused.  But the hope still remained in the ever-positive idiot.

Though her brow did furrow at the question about her teleportation, head tilting slightly as she considered it.  “Oh no, it’s quite fun actually.  I’m just very bad at it.  You know it’s that thing where you are in one place and then POOF you’re in another!  I just usually wind up in the wrong place, it took me months to find the Institute.  Can you usually poof?”  The problem with her binding was that she couldn’t read Ale’s aura and therefore had no idea what he even was; so she just assumed he could do the same things she normally could.  A bad assumption, but one that was made nonetheless.

“Why do you hate it?”  That bit was confusing to her, but maybe in getting an answer she could learn even more.

The notion of dedicating any sort of time to learning about humans made him scoff, chains rattling again as he flapped a hand to wave the idea away. He was forgetting himself, just a little--the strangeness of the moment, and this girl, was enough to leave the normally tightly controlled guard just a little more free in his movements.

“Ay, what you would want to learn about them for?” he asked, his tone dismissive. “They are just like rest of us. Stupid and selfish, mostly, only they die faster. Sometimes they are not bad, but always they die faster.” 

His eyebrows raised as she attempted to explain what exactly she meant by ‘poofing’. Teleportation, he assumed, which--”No, I do not poof. I am kitsune. No poofing. No nothing today, which is why I hate. Magic is a part of me. And I want it back.” The last was said in a slightly raised voice, directed over his shoulder rather than at the girl before him, anger hurled at the people who had put him here, whether they were present or not.

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romyxrhodes‌:

Romy sighed as she looked around before she nodded, walking up to him and obediently raised her hands, still not thrilled about all this, but willing to take her punishment. She swallowed as she looked up, looking at the restraints her hands would be trapped in, and took a deep breath. “Okay, so, just so I know, Sven’s rules are that no one is supposed to touch her, but she told me that what we were doing was okay, and that pissed off her master who told you to hurt me as punishment, yeah?” she asked as she looked at the guard she’d never had a problem with before. “Just- just so I know, for the future?” 

“Hmm,” was Ale’s only response for a moment, gaze focused on his own hands as he locked her wrists into the cuffs. He gave the chain a little tug, checked the space around her wrists, where metal bit at fragile human skin, and then he turned his gaze back to her face, regarded her unflinchingly.

“Yes. This is it, as I understand.” He turned away from her, considered a rack of tools for a moment before selecting a paddle and returning to the bound human. “I think it would be wise you hear such rules from master, not slave,” he advised. “I will start now.” And that was all the warning he gave before he raised the paddle and cracked it across her face, strength carefully calculated to leave her face bruised and bloodied without doing any permanent damage.

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android-devon‌:

Devon watched him, she could sense there was still something hesitant as he came to settle down across from her. She watched as he sniffed the drink before taking a sip. That didn’t offend her at all, he was being cautious and she was a stranger. Why would it. 

“De nada,” she responded as she folded her arms one over the other and leaned forward a bit on the table. “I suppose you could call it an allergy. I can’t really have any food or drink.” She began as she watched to see what his reaction was going to be. The pause did not last very long before she continued. 

“I am an android so if I were to try it would most likely cause an issue with my internal operating system.” She explained as she shrugged her shoulders, watching once again to see how he would respond.  

“An allergy,” he repeated, and took another sip of tea in the pause that followed, let his gaze drift to a spot on the wall behind her as he mulled that over. It made sense, he supposed, in so much as it explained why she could not have the tea, though he was still left wondering why she had ordered it to begin with, and why she could not have any food or drink at all.

A matter of species, as likely as not, on an island like this, but he couldn’t think of any species that could not eat anything at all.

Thankfully, he did not need to labor over whether or not to prod further. No, she explained, and a hint of obvious curiosity lit in his eyes at the explanation, lips curling into the barest hint of a smile. “An android?” he repeated, and the hand that was not curled around the tea she’d offered twitched, as if he wished to reach out and touch her. He did, perhaps--he’d learned long ago that his powers over electricity gave him a certain, limited amount of technopathy, and now he was more likely to be found conversing with his microwave than with people. The concept of an android was fascinating, but he reigned in his curious hand as quickly as it had moved, tucked both hands around the cup instead. 

“I have never met an android before,” he told her, still smiling just a little. “I have met most things. It is nice, I think, to meet you. I am Coyote.”

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jonah-wright‌:

Jonah stands, his back straight and ridged as he nods a little when the other repeats his name. He ducks his chin slightly when Ale gives him a look over, feeling a little self conscious about himself for a moment. 

“Yes sir, I will.” He says quickly with a little bit of a faster nod. “I will.” He’d been raised on good manners, and so far they seemed to keep him faring fairly well in the cells, and luckily, with this man too. 

“Thank you.” He says quickly, tucking the textbook under one of his arms, ducking his head and walking quickly around the man and heading back to his cell. 

( FIN. )

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@kelseyraemcgovern:

“What does a gal have to do to get some help around here?” She wondered aloud. Kelsey had spent her first two days on the island much to herself getting settled into her room and unpacking her things but now she was starving and trying to find the damned blood bar she had heard about. “You there, can you tell me where I can find… what was it called… Exotic taste?”

Ale had been on the island for months now, but admittedly, he still new very little of the businesses that populated it. He kept to a routine, was all--he worked his shifts, he went to the gym, and he did little else outside of purchasing his groceries and going for his daily runs. 

It was one of those runs that he was heading back from when someone called out to him. He raised his eyebrows, turned to look at the person who’d spoken to him. “Exotic Tastes?” he repeated, and then scowled for a moment--because he did actually know where that was. He’d passed it, on occasion, when his morning run had taken him through town instead of to the beach or through the woods. He knew where it was, and his instinct, after all these years, was to obediently offer his assistance, but he didn’t particularly like that instinct.

“I could tell you this, yes,” he said finally, wiping sweat from his brow with his shirt before folding his arms over his chest. “Maybe you ask nicely, I will.”

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android-devon‌:

Devon noticed how he seemed very perplexed by the gesture. She shifted a bit in her seat as she laced her hands in front of her. “Well because I cannot actually drink it.” She explained as she peered up at him. “And I feel bad letting it go to waste so I figured I would offer it to someone who could.” 

Devon shifted a little at his line of questioning. She wondered if maybe he thought she was trying to poison him or something. “There is nothing wrong with it I just cannot have it.” Devon could not really have any food or beverage, it was a shame since she was curious.

She kind of envied every other species for that. Among other things, but being able to eat, from how it was portrayed and described to her seemed like a rather pleasurable experience.

Well, waste was something he understood, though the idea that she had purchased herself something she could not drink still puzzled him. Without fully realizing he was doing it, Ale pulled out the chair across from her, took a seat, his back straight and stiff as awkward hands took the cup. 

He gave the tea a little sniff--it smelled, unsurprisingly, like green tea--and then a hesitant sip. It certainly didn’t taste poisoned.

“Gracias,” he said, belatedly, gesturing at her with the cup in his hand. He was quiet for half a second, brow slightly furrowed, a question on the tip of his tongue--he was allowed to ask questions now, as strange as it felt to allow even the most minor curiosity. “Why you cannot have tea?” he asked finally.

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I bet Ale is insatiable in bed.

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romyxrhodes‌:

Romy nodded, walking to the kitchen and filling a glass up just enough for two gulps of water. She drank them quickly and then walked back, pulling her shirt off as she approached him. Slipping her shoes off she stooped to pull off her socks and then unbuttoned and unzipped her long shorts. “So, uh, where do you want to do this?” she tried to smile, anxious about the whole situation, but trying to put on a brave face. 

A nod towards the suite’s loft was the only response he gave her, gesturing her towards the stairs before following himself. He understood the school called it a play room, though under his ownership, it was unlikely to see much of anything that could be called ‘play’. Everything purely sexual had been stripped away already, packed into two boxes which were shoved into the corner.

Plenty of things still remained, however. Chains, and whips, and floggers--these, he had supposed, he had use of. And he had been right. A hand gripped the back of Romy’s neck, his grip firm but not necessarily unkind as he led her to a pair of restraints suspended from the ceiling. “Your hands,” he said simply, holding out his own to bind her.

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@android-devon:

Everything had become rather different since she was last up and running. It had been thirty-one years, things were bound to change of course. But how much. It was rather dramatic, she hummed to herself as she stayed seated at the coffee show watching people doing this or that on these very small little boxes with bright lights. It was rather overwhelming to see honestly. All these new faces, and things she did not know yet.

Devon sat alone tapping her pen against the table. A cup of tea sat beside her although Devon wasn’t able to drink it. She figured for appearances sake she ought to have one just in case. But she figured she had seen enough for today, and someone passed her she cleared her throat and straightened up a little. “Excuse me. Would you like this? I have not had any yet. It’s green tea.” She offered pushing it towards them.

Ale did not often venture into cafes or restaurants. He cooked his own meals, bland as they often were, and rarely drank anything besides water.

Tea, though, was one of the few things indulgences he allowed himself.

It was tea that he’d come looking for today, after a long shift in the cells, and yet, when a girl he’d never met offered him a cup, he cast a confused look first at her and then the cup.

“Green tea?” he repeated, leaning forward to peer into the cup as if checking for something--poison, maybe, he didn’t know, but centuries of paranoia had made him wary. “Ah--why would you give me this?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “You do not like it? There is something wrong with it?”

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What’s your favourite dessert food?

“I do not eat dessert. I like things with cinnamon, sometimes. Marzipan.”

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jonah-wright‌:

Jonah was practically holding his breath, not because he was scared of being hurt, no he hadn’t experienced that here yet, but he also didn’t like being on the bad side of authority. He was a good kid, he followed the rules, and he kept his head down, focusing on his studies. Well, apparently he needed to focus on his studies a little less, or at least, as long as he was walking around the cells. 

“No, I don’t.” He says, looking down with a little frown, feeling all too much like a child being scolded, and that was a feeling he did not enjoy at all. 

Eyes peek up when the man asks for his name, and he gives a little nod. “It’s uh, Jonah, sir, Jonah Wright.” His voice was a little more timid, not wanting to upset the man, trying to avoid any more chastising. 

“Jonah Wright,” he repeated, committing the name to memory with a little nod. He considered the boy a moment longer, gave him a last once over, gaze sticking on the book in his hands for a moment before lifting to meet his eye, expression not unlike a parent wordlessly chiding their child. 

“Be more careful, Jonah Wright,” he said after a moment. “You seem like a good boy. Good manners. Stick to that. Do not get yourself in trouble.”

A pause, and then he stepped out of his way, gave a little jerk of his head. “Go on.”

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What’s your favourite drink?

“Favorite? I do not know. I drink water, mostly. I like guava juice. Sometimes tea.”