Post by Lark on Jun 7, 2007 17:48:17 GMT -5
The Inspiration
[glow=red,6,000]"I want five hundred."
"You aren't getting five dollars. That's final."
"You are making a mistake! This is genuine here! This will make a fine addition to your cages."
"It's a female. I don't buy females. I didn't come to you because you breed them, I came for a good boxer."
"What if I drop it down to four hundred? Rethink that decision? Buying her will get you plenty of males in the future. Just pair her up with your best one..."
"Scotch, I ain't buying her. She's only a kid and to have any successful pregnancy I'd have to wait five years. Besides, pregnancy lasts nine months and that is nine months I could have spent training another."
Scotch licked his paw and ran it across one of his long ears. He sighed, straightened his red tie, and hopped over on two feet to Brutus. The rabbit looked up at the bear. Brutus, a three hundred pound black bear, rolled his eyes at the rabbit.
"Come on ole Brute! I need the money! After one of my males faltered in the rink, I've got to get some cash!"
The rabbit crawled onto his knees and pleaded with the bear.
"Scotch, get lost. I've got business with Kipper."
The bear pushed the rabbit aside with his large paw and ambled off. Suddenly, the rabbit growled and threw himself at a chain-link door. He grabbed onto the cage and glared inside.
"Why do you have to be a freaking girl? WHY?" he shouted.
Scotch was a business man, or rabbit, to me more specific. He was tan with flecks of brown and he always wore a tie and occasionally a hat with specially designed holes for his ears. He had the typical large dark eyes and face full of whiskers. Though he appeared cute and cuddly, he was quite the villain at times.
"What am I going to do with you anyway?"
A figure emerged from the back of the enclosure. A pale hand reached out and touched the gate. The rabbit frowned as the face of a fifteen-year-old human came into view.
"You ever going to be useful? I'd let you go, but I'd get into a lot of trouble with the law. They keep saying releasing you guys only leads to rebellions."
The girl had orange-ish blonde hair and light eyes. She had been caged most of her life and it was evident by the color lacked in her skin. She was shy, but she put her hand through the chain link and patted the rabbit gently on the head.
"Trying to suck up, are you?"
The rabbit pulled his head out from under the hand and then gave a little nip to one of her fingers. The girl squealed and drew back her hand. She held it against her with a hurt expression.
"You don't pet the rabbit. Never pet me. I'm not a pet," Scotch snapped and then spit at the ground.
The rabbit walked away from the cage. The girl crawled to the gate and rested against it, looking out at the dirt road and small house up the hill, where Scotch lived. She couldn't see the rabbit, but she could hear him talking to another human. The girl had never seen the other humans up close before. She was the outcome of a breeding done by Scotch's grandfather. Her mother was good in shows, her father was a good fighter. Everyone expected a tough little boy, but when her mom delivered, she'd been a girl.
"Master," the girl choked on the word.
Living in her cell-like enclosure with brick walls separating her from the other humans, she hardly spoke to herself or anyone. She had no education, no friends, no family, and hardly any thoughts. There was nothing to think about when all you knew was the cage you lived in.
"What do you want?" the bunny demanded, coming into view.
"Food."
The rabbit tilted his head to an angle and turned back his ears slightly.
"I'll refill your water and give you a slice of bread."
The girl smiled. It wasn't much, but the offer from Scotch was his way of being kind. [/glow]
This was the original piece, written by Lark in 2007, that inspired the whole idea of the Humans Roleplay. It shows the speech between the first two characters in bartering over a human girl. It's a prime example.
[glow=red,6,000]"I want five hundred."
"You aren't getting five dollars. That's final."
"You are making a mistake! This is genuine here! This will make a fine addition to your cages."
"It's a female. I don't buy females. I didn't come to you because you breed them, I came for a good boxer."
"What if I drop it down to four hundred? Rethink that decision? Buying her will get you plenty of males in the future. Just pair her up with your best one..."
"Scotch, I ain't buying her. She's only a kid and to have any successful pregnancy I'd have to wait five years. Besides, pregnancy lasts nine months and that is nine months I could have spent training another."
Scotch licked his paw and ran it across one of his long ears. He sighed, straightened his red tie, and hopped over on two feet to Brutus. The rabbit looked up at the bear. Brutus, a three hundred pound black bear, rolled his eyes at the rabbit.
"Come on ole Brute! I need the money! After one of my males faltered in the rink, I've got to get some cash!"
The rabbit crawled onto his knees and pleaded with the bear.
"Scotch, get lost. I've got business with Kipper."
The bear pushed the rabbit aside with his large paw and ambled off. Suddenly, the rabbit growled and threw himself at a chain-link door. He grabbed onto the cage and glared inside.
"Why do you have to be a freaking girl? WHY?" he shouted.
Scotch was a business man, or rabbit, to me more specific. He was tan with flecks of brown and he always wore a tie and occasionally a hat with specially designed holes for his ears. He had the typical large dark eyes and face full of whiskers. Though he appeared cute and cuddly, he was quite the villain at times.
"What am I going to do with you anyway?"
A figure emerged from the back of the enclosure. A pale hand reached out and touched the gate. The rabbit frowned as the face of a fifteen-year-old human came into view.
"You ever going to be useful? I'd let you go, but I'd get into a lot of trouble with the law. They keep saying releasing you guys only leads to rebellions."
The girl had orange-ish blonde hair and light eyes. She had been caged most of her life and it was evident by the color lacked in her skin. She was shy, but she put her hand through the chain link and patted the rabbit gently on the head.
"Trying to suck up, are you?"
The rabbit pulled his head out from under the hand and then gave a little nip to one of her fingers. The girl squealed and drew back her hand. She held it against her with a hurt expression.
"You don't pet the rabbit. Never pet me. I'm not a pet," Scotch snapped and then spit at the ground.
The rabbit walked away from the cage. The girl crawled to the gate and rested against it, looking out at the dirt road and small house up the hill, where Scotch lived. She couldn't see the rabbit, but she could hear him talking to another human. The girl had never seen the other humans up close before. She was the outcome of a breeding done by Scotch's grandfather. Her mother was good in shows, her father was a good fighter. Everyone expected a tough little boy, but when her mom delivered, she'd been a girl.
"Master," the girl choked on the word.
Living in her cell-like enclosure with brick walls separating her from the other humans, she hardly spoke to herself or anyone. She had no education, no friends, no family, and hardly any thoughts. There was nothing to think about when all you knew was the cage you lived in.
"What do you want?" the bunny demanded, coming into view.
"Food."
The rabbit tilted his head to an angle and turned back his ears slightly.
"I'll refill your water and give you a slice of bread."
The girl smiled. It wasn't much, but the offer from Scotch was his way of being kind. [/glow]