(((Why thank you, though I'm getting a bit tired I'm off folks, talk to y'all later.))

As soon as Vincent saw Marrock he did one of those 'oh what a feeling' jumps before heading over towards him to great him. "MARROCK! long time no see, how ya been man?" he saw Marrock try to smile, which caused him to laugh. "nice to see your working on it, but it's still pretty scary, try adding some teeth in there, go on give it a shot."
Once he reached Marrock he patted his old friend on the back. "so what brings you back, ya get bored and decided to room up with me again?"
Vincent was getting all excepted again, "I found myself a high elf, you have to meet her, she a looker and has some pretty amazing gifts too."

Marrock couldn't help but widen his grin which ended up showing his teeth just as Vincent had said to do. Giving a mocking bow he said, "I try not to displease." Giving a light laugh he continued," I am doing well Vincent my friend. I have had some curious discoveries which I am sure would bore you to death." Marrock found a chair and sat down and looked at Vexous, "You know I can never be away from here long with out wondering what sort of fun you are having with out me. A high elf, hmm, I don't mind if she's pretty but you know I prefer to torture elves than keep them. I would though be interested in meeting her if she had such gifts. Do you think there is anything here that might spark my interest? Nothing too troublesome. I'd like something very odd if possible, a few plain humans for testing and perhaps one or two women for serving. Oh yes and before I forget, I have a gift for you. Thought it might bring in new slaves and buyers." Marrock pulled out the globe from his satchel, handed it to him and explained what it did.

((it seems this RP moves while I'm sleeping so I'm dropping out))

((@Vexous: an "oh what a feeling" jump XD. so funny
@darkninja0200: :( ))

((So what did I miss))

Since Vincent had seen the man whom she found to be called 'Maroock' enter, she felt no need to answer the string of question that he had given her. Deciding it best to take her leave at the moment, she paused to place a hand on Vincent's shoulder and softly said, "Just give call if you need me for something. I'm going to make sure that the were's new room is getting cleaned up."

She removed her hand from his shoulder and left quickly, giving Marrock space as she avoided coming into contact with him before slipping back out the door and making her way to the 'were room'. She was unsure, but she thought she spotted Adia wandering down the hall and decided nothing of it.

"What a mess." She sighed softly to herself as she entered the large room taking in the whole of it. As if on cue, the cleaners came in and began to set up their supplies as they quickly moved to disinfect and remove the evidence of the battle.

Another beastly growl made its way out of her throat as she answered Vincent's feeding threat. Glad his attention was pulled elsewhere she was able to settle back in her cage. She sat on her butt with her legs spread out in front of her with her hands in her lap. Her pose looked almost childish as she stared off to the ceiling. Her head was beginning to hurt again. "Damn headaches..." She mumbled.

Leon yawned as he opened his eyes and looked around the room. "The hell..? Oh right, it's just this place again.. Been sleep so long i forgot i have been here.." He looked around, "Any new people..?"

(sorry for the short post.)

Ella walked down the isle. Her hands behind her back and she was whistling. None of these slaves were working out for her. They were too...shy and hard to get. Though, still atempting to look, she kept glancing to the right and left, though came across a slave with white hair. She looked at his color. Orange,Green,Blue and, Pink were seen. He matched it almost exactly. She stopped and turns toward him, walking up only about five steps, atleast four feet away from him still. 'Are you really like what that color says?', she asked questionly. This man was pretty tall, and he had a handsome face to him. Most of the male slaves either looked like little girls or strange men. Only some were lucky to look normal.

He looked at the young girl,. "I wouldn't be wearing them if it was not true would i miss...? It doesn't matter really, i've been chained up too long to be chosen anyway." He gave her a small smile. "Thanks for the small talk young miss." He raised his eyebrow at a thought that crossed his mind, "Tell me, what song was it that you were whistling, it seems it got stuck inside my head.."

Alexia soon started to growl steadily the sound ringing through the entire room of cages. She hated that noone cared for her and that noone even looked at her. She started to wonder if she would even live to see the day that she was accepted or set free. She even started to daydream about that day but continued to growl angrily.

'Well, some collars here tell lies. I'd like to know, but so far you haven't shy'd off and become speechless. Which is a good sign.' She replied to his first sentance, though his second one surprised her just a bit. 'Well, just a tune I made up in my head as I went along. Nothing special.' Though she recalled him saying young miss a second ago, then gave him a little smirk of her's. 'How old would you guess me to be?'

"Ummm... Sixteen..? I wouldn't know actually, vague memories. Though seems kids your age seem to be developing faster than you used to." and chuckeld as he gave her a wink. "Sorry, my apologies, but i haven't laughed like that in the longest. What is your name by the way?" he said shaking his chains a bit just to ease his shoulders.

'Close enough.' She shrugged her shoulders. 'Eh, its fine. I haven't laughed for a long time either. Not many things iinterest me anymore. Ive seen so much, but it's all... so little.' She said with a straight face, though easing up when he asked for her name. 'Ella.... Yours is?' She said giving him only a half smile.

"My name..?" He said trying to remember but oddly enough couldn't. He looked to the right of his arm and saw the words tattooed under his sleeve, Leon Shayne Sisk. "Its, Leon Sisk.. I must have been asleep for a while that it impaired my thinking." He shook his head and looked at her again, "You don't seem that happy, why are you in a gloomy place like this Ella?"

'Your name has a good ring to it, Leon.' She said, saying it over in her head a few times. Though, her thoughts broke when hearing his voice and yet a new question. 'Well, Ive come to see if theres anyone here, willing to be around me and be-friend me. Most people consider me a freak and don't accept me, but I don't care too much on what they think about me. It dosen't matter anyway.' She said and shrugged. Though looked at him for a long second. 'How did you get caught? Can you remember?'

"Caught? No, no don't be silly, i volunteered." He smiled with happiness. "It's better than being outside. I am considered a freak as well.." he swayed his head side to side, "The foods good, the place is sanitary, no rats. And plus, i get all the sleep i want."

((So when I say ignored I mean I'm tired of it really))

"whats that faint sound.." he said looknig around and saw a girl growling chained to the wall. "Hey, what's wrong? It's pretty rude to growl when you not supposed to.."

"Will it matter I won't get killed that's been proven." Alexia said her voice full of anger but innocence. She didn't look at the man and didn't care what he did. She had hated how people would come in one day and leave the same day it just killed her because she had been here for ten years and was never given a thought.

"They won't kill you, but you will die of loneliness. i've seen it happen before, trust me." He said as he said, "Calm down, we can talk, it's alright."

Alexia turned her head completely away from the man the back of her hair was slightly tangled from the bars but she didn't bother with it. "You think I'm not lonely. Your the first person to talk to me without yelling or scolding or punishing me while people atleast talk to you. Like that little girl who came in and saw you, the new kid who as most everyone gets picked the day they are caught." She said her innocent voice full of venom at the same time.

Adia wandered further down the first halls he chose and found it ended in a wall. "No, this isn't right," she muttered to herself. Turning her head and peering down every available doorway, she saw no kitchen in sight. Her only option was to turn right, and she did. Again, she was met with a similar problem. "Crap," she thought. After several minutes, she swore she was peering down the hallway that lead to the kitchen. "This has to be it!" she thought excitedly. It was the viewing room again. With a soft whimper of frustration and surrender, she hung her head. "I had wanted to give them cake," she thought, pouting. She especially thought waking to a bit of cake would be nice for her Vaynel.
Discouraged, she crossed the room and found a seat near two chatting slaves: one with glorious white wings and the other with dazzlingly bright hair and red eyes.
She wanted to join the conversation, but was fearful of butting in. . . "Stop it. You must be brave now," she told herself. If she couldn't join a conversation while in her right mind, what could she do?
"I believe full heartedly that you can d-die from loneliness. This seems to. . . to be a rough place, huh?"

The beast woke exhausted and enraged. With what little strength he had left he slammed against the bars and roared. His legs wouldn't hold and he slide to the bottom of the cage. His eyes darted everywhere. He growled lightly letting anything near by know he would still fight. Of course he couldn't move but still a threat often was enough. He wanted more food. He had been teased by blood and fights but had not gotten a kill. He wanted more flesh.

Alexia again shrugged looking at the shy girl who had spoke up. 'I don't have to worry about that I have to worry about the punishments." She said her wings retracting so she was so intimidating.