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emmanuelxreyes:

Emmanuel watched her patiently, expecting her to figure out her place soon enough. “I am not concerned about intidimation nor of your opinion. You have almost managed to follow instructions, but you are taking too long.” He waited until her shirt was off and wrapped a hand around her arm to tug her in the right direction. “Time to go.” With the contact he started a vision, making her unable to stand on two feet and feel as though she need to remain crawling. “Get moving.” he encouraged with a smirk. He took a leash from a nearby guard and attached it to her collar to add to her crawling.

She wasn’t sure what had happened, but all of a sudden, Fallon felt her legs giving out under her. It was like she wasn’t supposed to be standing like that. She knew that the thought was absurd, but she couldn’t shake it. She remained still in her new position on the floor, sitting on her knees with her hands on the ground in front of her. Fallon wasn’t sure what he had done, but she wasn’t going to just accept it. “What makes you think I’m going to go anywhere with you?”

New Toy? || Emmanuel & Fallon

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paintsplattered:

Marigold noticed the collar as soon as the other woman spoke, visibly relaxing as she realized that she wasn’t in the presence of an unfamiliar Mistress.  “You’re like me, then,” she offered with a bit of a warmer smile, glancing down at what she’d been working on at the compliment.  “I did, and thanks.  I can help you find your way, if you know where you’re looking to go?  I’m Marigold, or just Mari.”

“Oh, you meant.. yeah no, I’m like you.It’s nice to meet you Mari, I’m Fallon”  The girl returned her smile, to an extent. “Honestly I was heading to the dorms, but I’m just trying to get my bearings. Are you sure? I’d hate to tear you away from what you were doing.. ”

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Fallon was certainly a case of a slave trying to redefine herself from who they were before coming here. She didn’t want to label herself as an escort, as someone who had been through hell. She wanted instead to study and make a better name for herself. 

She had been spending quite a lot of time since she arrived focusing on studying, or reading, or trying to better herself. Even in her free time, she was often reading an older book or play. Today, she was taking notes on a play that she had found particularly interesting when the guard came by doing rounds. She had seen him quite a few times before, but he’d never actually spoken to her. She had heard from a few people to look for Marco, that he’d be able to get her what she needed. “Oh.. no, I haven’t found anything yet. But to be fair, I haven’t really been looking. You wouldn’t happen to know anywhere that’s looking, would you?”

Strings - Marco & Fallon

One of the things Marco enjoyed most about his job was simply figuring out who the slaves truly were. There was the version they presented, most of them seeing coming here as an opportunity to redefine themselves. Whatever vices they had were left in the ruins of whatever life they came from. It was misguided, a way for the slaves to turn a negative situation, into a positive. But Marco did his homework, he went above and beyond, looking at record beyond the files issued by administration on the newcomers. He’d go invisible so he could snoop around. He used his many slaves who owed him one thing or another to feed him with information. So, when a former escort and addict appeared on his radar, he couldn’t help but take note of it. What a big, juicy target for him to manipulate.  Marco had his clipboard in hand, taking role, making notes on it as to who was taking their hour of free time. It was all orchestrated, doing it a time when he knew the slave’s roommates were out enjoying their hour, or working. “You’re here huh? I thought you’d be working, or something,” he said as he peered into the cell, scribbling on the sheet attached to the clipboard. Marco had used a few slaves to put the word out for anyone “needing” a fix that he’d be the person to meet. He’d hoped by now, that news had gotten to the slave. “You do have a job, don’t you?” he asked, knowing full well she did.

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jodylinnel:

“No, it’s actually that one there,” Jody pointed to the building not too far from them, towards the right. He pointed towards the left, “My office is over in that building. You haven’t been to your dorm yet?” Jody asked with a look of concern. He could at least prepare her a little for that.

“Okay, that isn’t too bad.” Fallon looked between the buildings, repeating it to herself under her breath to help remember. “Oh, uh.. not yet. I know I probably should have but I barely have my bearings right now, you know?”

To Say The Least | Fallon & Jody

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emmanuelxreyes:

Emmanuel smirked at the girl’s reaction. “Clearly no one has explained your place here to you.” he mused, stepping into her cell and closer to where she sat. “You are a slave here, so you need to learn to take direction. Now, on your feet, and remove your shirt.” he instructed again. “If you do not learn from a second time, I will certainly enjoy taking what I want on my own.”

Fallon sighed, and placed a bookmark where she had left off. She shut the book and slid off her bed, looking over Emmanuel. He reminded her of some of the men she’d come across at work when she was home, which certainly helped when dealing with assholes. She made no movement to step closer to the man as she tugged at her shirt, just starting to lift it up. “I hope you’re not trying to come off as intimidating; you really don’t pull it off well you know.” She said, raising an eyebrow.

New Toy? || Emmanuel & Fallon

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God, she hated being called that. Slave. She bit her lip for a moment in an attempt to keep herself from saying something dumb, though her eyebrows arched in an expression that suggested defiance. “My name is Fallon.” She said, her tone giving away her feeling of hate. “Don’t think we’ve met.”

The Click of Stilettos | Open

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The whole of Fallon’s body was in pain. She couldn’t imagine how red her back was from being hit, but it had to be bad. Her body was still recovering from the wave of strikes she received, her body still trembling from the waves of shock that had hit her. She looked to the girl beside her, glancing quickly at the guard behind her. “It’ll be alright.” She reassured the girl. “Don’t pay him any mind, it’ll be over soon.”

Keeping her head down she did her best to avoid making any form of eye contact with anyone. She had been lucky so far and no one had touched her or bothered her but she knew her luck couldn’t last forever. Minah jolted as she felt a feather light touch run down her spine, the jolt of static hitting her as she bit her lip to keep from making any noise. She didn’t want to give whoever it was the satisfaction. 

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As the footsteps approached, Fallon tried to tell herself that whoever it was would overlook her. Her eyes had been closed, not wanting to look at what was going on around her. She opened then just as the woman got to her, and she couldn’t help but sigh. After a moment of watching the woman’s fingers warily, Fallon shifted her gaze to the other’s eyes. “Are you going to get it over with or what..?”

The Click of Stilettos | Open

Winter walked up to the naked body, ready to touch now that she knew the devastation her hands would create. She held her fingers up delicately, like she might wield any of her athames.

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Wanted Plot

I’m looking for someone to be Fallon’s drug dealer ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) It’s be much more fun than just saying she got her coke just like.. wherever. It’s pretty open ended, if you’d be interested just shoot me a message and we can figure out more from there~

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berserkermagnus:

Magnus smiled at the woman and chuckled.  “Yeah just a bit.  It can be really easy to get turned around if you aren’t careful.”  Noticing her collar, he nodded his head as he shifted the bags in his hands for a better grip.  “I’m headed that way myself if you just want to walk with me.  My name’s Magnus by the way.”

“Right, well I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually, then.” She returned his smile, taking a step closer. “Seriously? I’d really appreciate that.” She pointed to the bags he was carrying. “Do you need a hand with those or anything? It’d be no problem..”

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milesxlord:

“I mean, it’s not always that wonderful. If I’m allowed to be honest for fear of terrifying you. I’ve only been here a few months, and it’s not been hell for me, but it has been for a few of the slaves. Definitely have to make some friends, and develop some coping mechanisms, but you’ll learn… it’ll … put hair on your chest? That’s what Americans say, right?” The Brit offered, his accent obvious.

“What brings you here? Studies, I assume. Anything in particular?”

“You didn’t terrify me, not yet.” Fallon laughed. “Okay, well I think I’m at least making a dent into the friend thing, I mean, I wouldn’t have started talking to you if I wasn’t lost, right?” She raised an an eyebrow at him, not understanding what he said. “I don’t.. No, I’ve never heard anyone say that. Are you not from here?” 

“Oh, uh, yeah. I study theatre here. What about you?”

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wolfxstorm:

“This place is a mess the first time you arrive…” He said. “That direction, come I’ll guide you.. I had a room there once..” He confessed, guiding her toward the long corridor to the cells. “It was a long time ago, but there…” James looked at the guards trying to smile and not to scare her away. “I am James by the way… You know.. Don’t let them scare you too much. Some of the guards are just… nice… Some of them…” 

“I take it that it gets easier then. That’s... good at least.” Fallon smiled as she followed James. “Right. Uh, well thank you for helping me out, James. I’m Fallon. You said you used to have a room down here? So, what, you got lucky enough to get out? That must be nice.”

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If you had to describe yourself in only a few lines, what would you say?

“Uhhh... A little too fucked up for my own well being?”

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paintsplattered:

On nice days and when she had her free hour, Marigold liked spending it outside of the dorms, typically with her sketchpad open and some sort of artistic medium decorating the pages in front of her.  That particular afternoon had found her with pastels for their ease of use, taking her typical inspiration from nature rather than the dark soul of the Institute.

Hearing the woman’s voice nearby caught the slave’s attention, brow furrowing slightly as she tried to offer some sort of assistance.  Considering the residents on the island, she wouldn’t be surprised if she’d be punished for not speaking up if discovered.  “Were you lost, Miss?” she piped up, not yet noticing the collar around the female’s throat that matched her own.

“Oh, uh..” It took Fallon a second to find where the voice was coming from, but when she did, she took a few steps toward the girl. “I’m not a uh, not much of a ‘miss’.” It didn’t even occur to her what this other had meant by the word, it hadn’t quite hit her yet. “I am lost though, yeah. But I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually. Did.. you draw that? It looks really cool.”

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emmanuelxreyes:

Emmanuel strolled leisurely through the basement, looking into the cells as though window shopping for his next suit. He walked past a cell and noticed an unfamiliar face so naturally he had to stop and step closer. “What do we have here? It looks like the school has successfully found another pretty face for us to enjoy.” he teased, smirking at the blonde. “Come, let me see you. Get rid of that pesky shirt.”

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Fallon had been sitting on her bed doing a bit of reading. She didn’t pay any mind to the the footsteps that echoed around the basement, it was probably just someone returning to their cell. She didn’t look up until she heard a man’s voice. “...Excuse me?” She put her book down, raising her eyebrows. “No, no way in hell, sorry.”

New Toy? || Emmanuel & Fallon

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berserkermagnus:

Magnus wasn’t generally one to wander about the Institute during his free time, but he had needed to pick up some supplies and groceries before heading back to the dorms.  He had scheduled a delivery of the bulkier stuff, the essentials packed into a couple of bags that he could carry back to his room.  As he walked down the path toward the dorms, he came upon a new girl talking to herself.

“They do, ish, on the main path, but you’ve managed to wander a bit off of their.  Where you trying to get to darlin?  I can help get you pointed in the right direction.”  Magnus said as he walked up beside the girl.

“Shit, really?” Fallon asked, turning to the man. “They seriously built this place like a maze, didn’t they? Or am I seriously just an idiot?” Fallon let out a small laugh. “I’m just trying to find the dorm.”