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Post by Drake on Jan 23, 2019 21:35:47 GMT -8
He would nod.
"That does seem rather shitty. I can't say I was ever that desperate for food, however, my 'mother' didn't think that she should have to waste her 'hard earned' money on a leech like me. So she fed me enough so that I wouldn't die. From the day I could walk the most common phrase I heard for every meal was, 'If you're hungry, go and earn your keep.' Oh, and I learned not to ask for more food or complain about being hungry. That was rewarded with 'punishment' the type of punishment varied depending on the day and how pissed she was at the world."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 23, 2019 23:05:04 GMT -8
"The docks were never short on jobs and many were more than willing to pay our care takers to crawl in tight spaces or do odd jobs no one else was bothered to try." she covered her mouth. "About three of us back then were crushed by a ship that decided to dock in the wrong spot. They were scraping the sea grime and peeling off barnacles. One I remember losing an arm after getting a machine unstuck, one morning he disappeared without a trace. I suspected he wasn't useful or wanted once in a while that would happen as all their belongings and any trace they made was simply gone. Dare not did we ask about them."
She shrugged. "Otherwise money came from adults wanting kids, if they never came back because they were bought for someone's fodder or because they went on to some living better or worse. We might see those same men or women coming back to buy more children and know the difference though."
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Post by Drake on Jan 24, 2019 13:11:10 GMT -8
"Well as I said before I'm a whore. Have been one ever since I was old enough to draw attention. The older and 'prettier' I got the more... responsibilities... I had in the manor. The more clients I saw and the more... specialized... the request I had to adhere too. By the time I turned 14 I already had as many regulars as some of the retired Ladies. I've had to do so many different sexual activities that I can't tell you one story that wouldn't make your skin crawl."
He would shudder, but the fact of the matter was he was numb to sex and sexual activities now.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 24, 2019 20:52:58 GMT -8
"14?" she took a moment. "You've been forced to whore yourself out since before your voice dropped?!" the shock on her face was absolutely apparent and in open view. What possible things has been done to him? What pain he might have endured? Or the people he had to deal with? "Alright I am not picky on my bed warmers after a drunken night, gods know I've slept with some ugly ones... But I got to choose that much regardless of what others thought. What I am trying to say is... Thats hands down the most fucked thing I can think of... Bravo and hats off to ya."
"I cant say that couldn't have been my fate, maybe I was lucky and others rated me as low on the attractive scale as you might have. Even if I wasnt blue-ish... Otherwise I made sure to become a "bad girl" making myself as unattractive as possible for adults I didn't like... Tantrums, screams, horribly singing, blood and bruising on myself and other children. Believe it or not most people liked the docile and obedient ones... They were easy to mold."
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Post by Drake on Jan 26, 2019 9:05:45 GMT -8
Drake shrugged. Bitch, told you.
"Well then congrats to you."
He would say, he may have 'won' but was it really a win?
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 26, 2019 9:28:15 GMT -8
She had been forced to make choices that no child should have to make. She had missed out on toys and loving anything or growing attached. But it was indeed all her choice. Abiding by just enough rules that she would slip under the radar or make it by just the skin of her teeth. She made those choices. However to say Drake just took it waiting for this letter from Leon as if that was finally his queue to change. No... She wouldn't say it was a win but she also would say nothing more of this. He was here and here he would find some manner of strength.
Now he was winning.
"Who knows why I never just rolled over and took what was coming to me... Maybe I've always felt my self worth was more than I or anyone would see. As of just being human gave me the right to be the person I wanted to be and no one could tell me any different."
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Post by Drake on Jan 26, 2019 9:33:32 GMT -8
"Yeah, well, fuck people. Who cares what they think. All that matters is what you think and what you can do with it."
Drake would say thinking of all the naysayers in his life.
"You decide what it is you want, and do whatever it takes to get it. You go on being you. Have higher value in yourself because no one else will give that to you."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 26, 2019 9:59:42 GMT -8
She chuckled a bit wondering where on the back of his morning cereal box he might have gotten all of that from.
But she just would match his enthusiasm. "Fuck yes, exactly!
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Post by Drake on Jan 26, 2019 11:46:16 GMT -8
Drake would snap out of his introspection at Avice's words.
"You're still bitch."
He would say, specifically without turning to face her. Last thing he needed was for someone to think he gave a fuck. Cause he didn't. No fucks. None. Not to give away. Nope.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 26, 2019 12:05:50 GMT -8
A throaty and coarse laugh fell from her lips faster than she could catch it. By the way it didn't sound harmonious or soft. Never ask this woman to sing for a laugh like this sounds like a fifty year old smoker gargled nails and chalk. Her usual tones were rough and her usual accent swung it all over her vocal cords but her singing voice and hearty laughter were nothing she would ever claim make birds sing or men swoon.
"Aaaaye that about sizes me up in one word for a bird to call." she chuckled gaining her composure a bit more. "If you got to be a bitch then be good at it. Make sure they make no doubts on what to call ya when they remember you."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Feb 14, 2019 18:47:40 GMT -8
Kentler was following them at this point, or standing near by just kind of... Trying to figure out what the fuck this conversation was about.
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Post by Drake on Feb 14, 2019 19:23:12 GMT -8
Drake would turn around to speak to Avice when he noticed the man near by.
"Hey, you, I'm looking for some guy named Kentler. Know where I can find him?"
He would say rather unceremoniously.
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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 14, 2019 19:53:15 GMT -8
Avice looked at Kentler and was tempted to see how long it takes... But she decided to leave a hint and get the ball going.
"This be Drake, claims to be of Raikotsu's blood he does."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Feb 16, 2019 15:17:11 GMT -8
Kentler's constantly active Seikatsugan would look between the two seeing no lie, and a morally dysfunctional aura from the boy. Which was new, but that only fed into the fact he was indeed of Sudeki descent. He also appeared to look just like Rai when he was that age, though a little more... Frail.
"As much as you seem to be the son of Raikotsu, I find it hard to believe he had the... Urge to sire offspring, let alone have one. Besides that, your aura is corrupt. Raikotsu had issues, but majority of the time he was pure. Your soul looks like it hasn't been pure before."
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Post by Drake on Feb 16, 2019 15:31:51 GMT -8
Drake would fold his arms and shrug.
"Where I grew up, being 'pure' meant something a whole lot different than what I assume your referring to."
Either that was neither here nor there. Drake would unfold his arms and reach into his pocket pulling out the note from Leon.
"Here."
He would say handing it to Kentler.
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