(but the ship remember the ship it's like he has to have a reason. we don't have to address the pros. much at all, we'll just say, 'and, well…I sold…something of mine. to get out. it's the thing that's holding this goddamn chain.' or something like that. plzzz)
(nooo pleaaaasee i hate prostitution, even if it's implied. It makes me feel really uncomfortable.)
(So do I! But think about it, people read this and if they see it's bad then they'll be more aware and spread the word! Things like this have had the same effect on me! It's real stuff, m. Just one little thing. Like, an 'oh' or whatever, but if you don't like it than havenwood shouldn't like it either and have the best response. Trust me.)
(nhohhohoohhh i'll totally look at this RP differently if you keep it, could you please just do something else?)
(we'll give her something different than pros. How about…hard labor that almost killed her? That's how she bought her way out? We still have to discuss it with havenwood though. The ship must happen.)
(Hard labor in… like unpaid labor, like FACTORY work?)
(no, like making guns nonstop unpaid. it was a 'specialty' job for the large gang leader I suppose? Basic is, the work was absolutely terrible, but she got out of being a frickin slave for the guy.)
(like, my thing is I don't want any… consensual sex in this. If by slave you mean hard worker with no pay, fine. If you mean sex slave, no. I probably should start mentioning that I don't like pros backgrounds in Rps… cuz I get them a lot.)
(okie dokie. It's unpaid hard gun labor. now, let's.)
Elise groaned softly and licked her lips, to test their chappiness. Very. Rolling over, she tiptoed her way to where the kitchen was and felt for a pitcher and glass - assuming that's what he used. But without a light, her search was to no avail. She felt her way back to the electric light bulb, and pulled the switch, shielding her eyes as a light came on, much too bright from the previous darkness.
Havenwood stirred as the light shone through the crack in his door. "THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He bellowed.
(M ya dead?)
(yea i died)
Havenwood stirred as the light shone through the crack in his door. "THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He bellowed.
Elise jumped at the bellow interrupting the silence of the night, and the horrid chain spilled out of her pocket with a shhhink onto the tiled floor. She jumped to pick it up, but not before Havenwood appeared in the doorway.
He looked rumpled and bedridden. His hair was tousled and he wore a loose t-shirt with too-low sweatpants. "The hell is that?" He nodded to the chain.
Elise gulped. "It's…a chain. As it appears to be." She hurried to put it in her pocket but Havenwood wasn't giving up.
He swooped and grabbed it. "A chain? For what?"
"Um…me." Silence.
"Explain," Havenwood grunted, breaking the silence.
"It's bad. Real bad." Elise looked up at Havenwood. He stared back.
"In the city, I was kidnapped as a slave of sorts for one of the biggest gang leaders there." A heavy, cracking sigh emitted from her chest. "I was only sixteen." Her body heaved at the memory and she sat - well, she kind of sank - to the floor. "I was forced to work every waking moment - most of the sleeping ones, too. I managed to get 'special' work making fancy guns for the leader. I worked so much of the 'special' post that I got out. But the 'special' post was just worse than my previous one." Havenwood could see, even though she was trying to hide it, that she was crying.
Havenwood sighed and kneeled next to her. "Come on, don't cry." He put a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it. "It's over now, and that's what matters, huh? Besides, all of that work wasn't for nothing."
"I said too much, didn't I? See, now I'm crying, like the asshole I am." She sank lower on her knees, if it was possible. "I deserved to do it."
(OOOOOOH THE SHIIIP I GOTTA MAKE A NAME. Helise? yes.)
Havenwood sighed. "Look, I didn't mean to be short with you. You were just being… nevermind, but come on…" He bit his tongue helplessly.
(OOOOOOH THE SHIIIP I GOTTA MAKE A NAME. Helise? yes.)
(YISSS)
"I'm sorry. I want to get rid of it, but I can't…and the things…it's just…" Elise heaved a sob, letting her body lean into Havenwood's.
(helise is yas)
"I…I know." He wrapped his arms around her… which felt about right, and let her lean into him.
Elise kept sobbing, and it didn't look like she was going to stop. "I need to sleep." She picked up the chain, stuffed it into her pocket, and got up weakly, thin legs shaking violently.
Havenwood stood quickly with her. "Get some water and maybe some more to eat."
"T-that's what I came here for," Elise replied as best one can when they're sobbing their heart out, reaching for a cup.
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