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Do you want to be claimed? What do you imagine claimed life to be like?

Of course! You have no idea how much I chafe down there in thecells. I want adventure in the great wide somewhere~ I want to walk in themorning light~

Plus, the idea that someone adores me that much wouldjust be so invigorating that I’d actually like to devote myself not just toenjoying their suite, but to making sure they are always happy. I don’t thinkthere’s any better present for someone than having my full devotion to theirwell-being and versa vice.

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How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day?

I like to try and firstmeditate to get myself into a more calm and reflective state, from there Iallow myself to try and think about positive memories, fun things I’d like todo, and if I can, I like to take a bath or shower. 

And if it’s been a really badday, I love having those intense, disgusting crying sessions that are all messand redness and whatnot and from then shower and wash everything away. Verycathartic.

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What's your best Karaoke song?

“There’r a few different soundtracks to musicals I like to sing along to, but I think some oldies ‘Video Killed the Radio Star’ or maybe something from Scissor Sisters! Their songs are really fun to sing along to!”

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If you could hook up with a celebrity, who would you pick?

I want Josh Hutcherson to sit on my face

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oh-marcus:

Marcus busied himself with tapping between the white wall and the cot, working on a poor rendition of Eye of The Tiger, when the cell door screeched and moved open. He looked at it warily, unsure whether that was a good or a very bad sign, before the block’s corridors were filled with equally confused inquiries and the guards’ firm demands. He sighed while getting on his feet and stepping outside his cell, looking around with a soft frown. He was happy to leave that hole, truth be told, but there was a part of him that worried about the reason behind that.

He found himself standing in line on a courtyard outside the block, crossing his arms over his chest while, name after name, the guards called them out. Marcus looked around himself, checking out the strangers who were on the same boat with him — destination: hell, probably. A man spoke to him by his side and he shifted his attention to him, taking in the sight of blond hair and light eyes. “Yeah, except I want to be here even less”, he grumbled.

The man’s suggestion had his brows rising on his forehead, doubtful, but interested. “I feel you”, Marcus said with a soft nod. “I swear I can’t even sleep ‘cause I’m not wasting enough energy during the day. If I don’t get something to do, I’m afraid I’m gonna go crazy on their asses, Jack Nicholson on The Shining style.” Marcus huffed out a chuckle at the thought. Then he wondered if there was any chance he could watch a movie in that place some time. Probably not. Heck, that was like the seventh circle of hell. And he was pissed to find out it wasn’t open bar after all.

Hm. Maybe it was different for other people here who looked like they’d been out of school for a while longer than Jonah had been himself. Not that high school hadn’t sucked, of course, but this place was at least honest about the bars on the windows and whatnot. 

“Well if you go anywhere close to Jack Nicholson, expect them to go Louise Fletcher versus Randle McMurphy on your ass. No one came out of that Cuckoos Nest looking pretty,” Jonah said. “But I feel you. It’s all pacing and garbage. I managed to get out to get some books and paper earlier so I can at least pass the time, but really, Orange is the New Black promised me prisoners didn’t even stay in cells all the time...”

‘I’m Jonah,” he said. “I’m in the... east-ish part of the pens, if you ever feel like doing the Cell Block Tango.”

Fall in Line

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Oh really how like a child. “Most of the one’s I’ve gotten to meet so far have been fine leveling with me on a first name basis,” Jonah said. “But, as you wish Sir,” he said, offering an exaggerated mock bow.

“No, but I think I could rock that summer time sadness tourist season thing if I were wearing like, salmon shorts and maybe... Hm. Something kinda kitchy or preppy in button up blue with white mixed in the patter. It’d look good but I usually don’t have a great sense of style outside of denim or sweaters,” Jonah said. He was still reluctant to get fully undressed, but waded a bit deeper. He could feel his legs break out in gooseflesh from the cold.

“Really, I was just expecting you to match me by taking them off,” he said. “So... thanks for that,” he said. He looked to him again, “On the count of three you wanna ditch ‘em?” he said, hitching his boxer briefs down a bit further, revealing more of his hips. “We can run straight in then.”

For Want of a...

As far as Tyrone was concerned, he owed the slave nothing. Whether or not he chose to give a name shouldn’t be any of their concern. Basic manners should provide a suitable replacement in order to go with the flow. “Haven’t you learned by now that Sir or Master is all you need to know?”

“Pacing yourself? While that’s wise it may not be fruitful as your freedom is limited. Make the most of it while it’s given.” Now he was inquiring about his shorts? Definitely an odd one, Tyrone mused. “Yes they do,” he finally replied to the question, as he slipped out of said shorts. “Is that your favorite color?”

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“The polite thing to do after recieving someone’s name is to introduces ones self,” Jonah said, mocking some sort of chastisement. He looked towards the water. People could just... swim off and escape, couldn’t they? He looked from the man to where his guard had been. Hm. He got rid of them.

“I’m so very used to being kept in a pen, I’m pacing myself,” Jonah said. He started unzipping his hooded sweater and tossed both it and the t-shirt he’d been wearing under it over to the shore. He kicked off his shorts and threw them as well. He hooked his thumbs into his boxer briefs.

He was... honestly still reluctant to let people see the scar on his back. So long as he didn’t really go in front of the man, he’d be fine. “Do those shorts come in salmon?” Jonah asked, nodding to the other. 

For Want of a...

Granting the opportunity to future explore the ocean front, Tyrone arched a brow, fascinated to see what the slave would do next. “It’s always cold at first.” He chuckled at the simple test carried out by the boy. It simply wouldn’t do in his books. “Exciting is stripping down and taking a dip, not tip-toeing from the shoreline. Live a little.” Tyrone’s encouragement came as he unbuttoned his shirt. Letting it flutter in the breeze and landing on the sand. His flip flops joined the discarded garment next as his challenge still hung in the air waiting a response from his company. 

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Fall in Line

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After around two weeks on the island and just a few times meeting people, something interesting was finally happening. The guards had come down to the cells and had - confirming a suspicion he had - overridden the need for manual finger print entry, and opened each door to the cell block.

People seemed nervous, or intrigued, and fell in line as orders were called out by a member of security to form up and follow the officers - how did they get away with calling themselves that here? - and proceeded into a sizable courtyard, where they were asked - told - to form a straight line. Another guard was calling out names. 

“It’s like a fire drill at school,” Jonah said to someone next to him. He didn’t see Valeryia anywhere though. He did hear some whispers that they were cleaning the cells, and some gossiping about possible security threats that made the guards bring them out of the pens. 

“You know, I spoke with the Head of Security about the amenities available here,” Jonah said, “Maybe she listened and we’re finally going to get some time out of the cells? I dunno about you but I really do need a bit more exercise than we were getting down there.” Mind you if they  asked him to drop and give them twenty, he might start grousing a bit...

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“The island’s been, well, not good to me, but it’s been such an interesting experience so far. And besides, this is letting me essentially have my own High School Musical 2 experience - Gotta Go My Own Way - sans the baseball scene. Honestly I can’t stand baseball. More of a volleyball kinda guy.”

Jonah rolled over in his cot, stretching like an indolent cat. “There is, yeah. I suckered Master Tyler into it before. That was nice,” he said. “I got to play a few classics and other stuff. If there’s ever a chance to do so, I’ll play you something, if you have anything in mind.”

In the Dark of the Night (James)

“And it’s good that you haven’t. They are without a doubt the lamest instrument sans the glockenspiel’s marching band models. It was definitely a Zooey Deschanel inspired mistake from my youth. Stupid movie…”

“Do I wanna be famous?” Jonah said, echoing back. “I… don’t know if it’s the fame so much as I wanna be adored,” he said. “But I dunno about CDs and shit. I don’t like, have any particular ability for writing lyrics. I could write new piano pieces, I guess. And I’m classically trained, so I could be a concert pianist, but… I dunno which direction to go in, that’s all.”

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Do you have any siblings?

“A lot! I have four brothers and two sisters! We’re all adopted, mind you, but we’re mostly all really close. ...and not just because we have to share bedrooms and bathrooms.”

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Share 5 ways to instantly win your heart.

“I’ll admit. I kinda just like being adored. So keeping my as a firm number one is always in you’re best interest - it also really satisfies my praise kink, haha. And what else... I’ll also admit to really liking gifts. Money was always short growing up, not in a poor way, but in a ‘big household not a lot of room for extra expenses’ so gifts go a long way to make me think you care. Oh, I feel like bringing me places would be nice. I like going on walks, swimming, spending time outdoors and junk.Two more, two more... Hm. I like displays of affection, but intimate and more... primal.Ah! Things that show you planned and worked to surprise me. I love surprises!”

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The butterfly collecting sounds interesting, how did you go about doing that? Did you keep them in jars or something?

“Well, I have a lotta brothers and sisters, and we used to catch fireflies and butterflies and stuff like that. Eventually I wanted to collect more. The process usually means they get pinned into glass window boxes. I couldn’t actually stomach doing it myself, but I got a lot of them as gifts over the years! My walls at home are covered in like, collages of butterflies inside window boxes.”

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Describe yourself in one word/sentence- what made you choose that?

“Oh, these are hard! Let’s see... I’ll try for one word I guess. Hm...  Oh! Oh! Echt.”