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Post by Abstynencja Adamczyk on Nov 8, 2011 22:46:54 GMT -5
Abstynencja liked the way Diana acted, if that was the right way to word it. He liked and admired the fact that she had set herself to go into the real world of slavery and had graciously accepted that she wasn’t going to. He wondered if any other slave would have taken advantage of his offer and just left without consideration as to why he was freeing them. He appreciated that even with her suspicions about him and her insecurities; she was still welcoming to the idea of being sort of like a roommate to him. It would be nice to have some company again. He hadn’t left Belial’s house feeling the best that he could have been.
He had offered to help carry her if she needed it, but she had seemed firm on doing it herself. She had stood up right after her demonstration when she had seemed confident enough to do it. He did remain close to her just in case she were to fall over or get too dizzy. It was only polite to do so. He had apologised that his new house had to be so far away from the trading rings and about how he didn’t have a car to make the trek home easier. He had never bothered to get a license or a car. They were stupid items people didn’t need to have to survive.
When they finally arrived at his house, he noticed how he left the lights in the front bedroom on. He had been preparing the guest room for whomever it would be that he came back with tonight. He hoped that she would enjoy her time with him. He would feel terrible if she were bored or irritated with him. Opening the black iron gates for her, he gestured her first. “Most of the house is rather empty still. Moving from a condo means you can only have so much in it.” he gave a slight smile to her, his eyes sparkling faintly. “I prepared the guest room for you, there are clothes inside and I hope they fit . . .” he trailed off, reaching for his key and unlocking the door.
Since it was dark out, she wouldn’t be able to see how large the house looked from the outside. She would be able to see the large grounds that surround the house, but that was about it so far. Turning on the light in the main hall, the room was illuminated and light reflected from the chandelier. The front entrance was vast and tall, with a slight domed ceiling to it. The chandelier was simple yet elegant and hung at a suitable height. The floors were clean and smooth, in a light tan shade. A staircase led upstairs and curved slightly. It had an antique pattern to it as it went up the staircase. There was a walkway to the left side of the staircase that led to the rest of the house and a room to the right that was a sitting room. The house was modelled off an old southern house with a slight Victorian twist to it. He preferred the antique style to modern mansions. “Would you like me to show you to your room or would you like to explore on your own?”
Abby gently took his jacket from her shoulders and opened a closet right beside the front door. Hanging the item up he turned to face her again. “I’ll assume you haven’t eaten in a while. Why don’t you go make yourself feel comfortable and I’ll make you something to eat. Anything you’d prefer?” He was a decent cook. It was a good thing he could eat it or else it would have gone to waste. At least there will always be someone to eat the food from now on.
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Post by Diana Rembrandt on Nov 9, 2011 10:42:11 GMT -5
It was a surreal feeling, to be free. Even though she had only been an official slave for a few weeks, she had always been under her father’s thumb. It was almost unreal to think that she could do anything, be anything that struck her fancy. She had spent her whole life having to ask for permission. The only thing her father gave her freedom with was her allowance. She could buy anything she wanted as long as it could be purchased online and delivered through the mail. But people would be surprised at the variety of goods available on the internet. When she turned fifteen she bought a Harley Davidson Sportster (OOC: the best motorcycle in the world) and it arrived in a truck on her birthday. Though she couldn’t ride it on the street, she loved riding around on the bike trails on the estate grounds.
Of course now she no longer had her beloved bike and was completely shocked to learn that Abby didn’t even own a car. She just couldn’t comprehend how someone could survive without a vehicle. Not that walking was bad, but it greatly increased the time it took to get anywhere. Not to mention, the relationship between an owner and his or her car was a scared thing. Poor Abby had never been able to experience the love of a car nor had he enjoyed the rush of speeding down the road at hundred plus miles per hour. She put it on her list of things to discuss with him later.
As they reached the house, Diana immediately noticed the sheer size of the grounds. She had to stifle the urge to jump up and down from excitement. The ground was a massive empty canvas and Diana the artist. This was going to be fun. She smiled a bit as he told her he prepared a room for her arrival. She was so happy to sleep in a bed again. “I’m sure I can find something to suffice for the time being…the good thing about being small is that I can cover just about everything with a t-shirt.” As Abby unlocked the door, she spun around and kneeled on the grass, summoning a small flowered wreath to appear. Before following him inside, she hung the wreath on the door. Diana had officially arrived. “Do you mind? The door seemed lonely.”
When she walked into the room, she froze. The entrance was breathtaking. Antridge was lavishly decorated but the décor was darker and sterile, less friendly. Even the walls of Abby’s home seemed to sing welcome. It was empty but it was beautiful. “I think I can manage. I will meet you in the dining room after I clean up? And I could eat just about anything right now,” she said the last part with a chuckle.
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Post by Abstynencja Adamczyk on Nov 9, 2011 21:38:35 GMT -5
He could tell that she was already happy. He noted the change of behaviour at the sight of the grounds. Obviously, she would have much fun sculpting the area to her heart’s content. Turning to see what she was talking about, he noticed the wreath of flowers in her hands. When had she created those? Nodding his head to her request, he couldn’t help but feel that his home would become warmer with her around. Maybe fate was in their favour today.
“Okay, there should be more than enough hot water.” smiling to her ease of adjusting to his home, he had to admit he quite enjoyed her company already. “Just follow the scent, you shouldn’t get lost.” it wouldn’t be hard for her to find her way around the house. The thing that Abstynencja liked about the place was that it was nearly impossible to get lost. All of the rooms were situated off the main hallways. Aside from certain rooms that were adjoined by a sitting room or other bedrooms, a hallway joined every room in the house. The front sitting room was the only part of the house similar to a basic floor plan. It connected to a courtyard and then to the groundskeeper area. He didn’t have any help around the house, he had yet to even hire servants, but maintenance hadn’t become a hassle yet.
As Abby walked down the corridor leading to the main portion of the house, he had to wonder if Diana would like her room. Of all the rooms in the house, hers was among the largest. There wasn’t just one master bedroom in the mansion, there were several. Her room had a large queen sized, four-poster bed with canopy above. There was a crème coloured bed set, which had been washed that day, which covered the bed and mattress. The floors were a nice, soft wood that complimented the faint tan, thick striped wallpaper. The wallpaper was subdued so that the difference in the stripes was only textural. A large, plush, vintage carpet covered most of the floor around her bed. There was a bedside table on either side of the bed and a decorative travel trunk in front. The room was spacious with wall-sconts to accent panelling along key walls. She would have a matching chester-drawer set and powder table located next to a decent sized walk-in closet. She even had her own master bath connected to her room with a spacious claw foot tub. However, he hadn’t chosen her room based on the furniture. He had chosen her room because it had a balcony that faced right out into the courtyard. He appreciated the room but had decided on another room for himself. Another reason he had chosen this room beforehand was because of its rather close vicinity to the main staircase. That way it would be easier for her to orient herself.
Turning the stove on in the large but old fashioned kitchen, he then turned to the waiter’s pantry for some spices and egg noodles. Placing the noodles to boil he started on something he liked to call pepper steak. Taking roast beef and seasoning it with spices, a bit of soy sauce and cooking it with mixed vegetables in a large frying pan, it would have a sweet yet slight sour taste with the egg noodles. The soy sauce was thin enough that it would just cover the egg noodles but not drown them with sauce. Setting the table for two, Abby wondered if she had found her room okay. It was the one with the lights already on. Taking the noodles, straining them and placing everything in separate containers for self-serve purposes, he sat down at a waiting area close by and started to read a magazine. He had no problems waiting for her to come downstairs.
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Post by Diana Rembrandt on Nov 10, 2011 20:19:13 GMT -5
“I’m sure I will be fine,” she said before starting up the grand staircase. As she walked, Diana continued to take in the grand splendor of the room. She also imagined how even lovelier it would look after she added bouquets of flowers on every flat available surface. Perhaps she could task Abby into purchasing more end tables and vases. Flowers would certainly add color to the mostly tan and white space.
It wasn’t difficult for her to locate her room. The door was partly opened and the light had been left on for her. She assumed Abby would do such things so it would be easier to notice. Once she pushed the door open enough to see the entire room she gasped. It was even more beautiful than she pictured. The bed was exquisite and the other furniture tasteful. But what really caught her attention were the French doors that lead to a private balcony. She spent a few moments admiring the glorious view of the grounds. It was mostly bare except for a small garden directly behind the house. But this was the way she liked it. There was plenty of room to explore her creativity.
After she had her fill of admiring the grounds, she went back inside to find the nearest shower. She was surprised to learn that her room led to her very own bathroom. Diana was thrilled to finally bathe and it didn’t take long for her to get out of her rags and into the hot water. When she had scrubbed herself clean, she reached for a towel that someone had laid out for her by the sink. She wrapped herself up and then headed back to the wardrobe to find something to wear. There wasn’t much in her size, but she did find a black t-shirt that reached to her knees and a pair of bright green shorts that fit just about right.
Once she was dressed, she headed back downstairs to find the dining room. The aroma of the food led the way and also reminded her how hungry she was. As she came upon the entrance to the room, she could see the food laid out on the table for them. “Thank you for cooking,” she said as she slipped into a chair on the other side of the table from him. “Are you ready to eat?”
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Post by Abstynencja Adamczyk on Nov 10, 2011 20:40:36 GMT -5
Abby had to wonder what things would be like now that Diana would be staying with him. He’d never lived with anyone before, let alone a female. He knew that women had certain tendencies with clothing, furniture, decorating and more, although not everyone of them had those tendencies. He wondered what Diana would lean towards while staying with him. He had to admit that they would need to get her some clothing that fit her and she liked, but he couldn’t think about anything else that she would need. Abstynencja had thought about buying flowers, soil, anything she may need to do her gardening, but based on what she’d shown him already, he didn’t think that she would require those items. Oh well, whatever she needed she could ask for and he would get it, within reason of course. He hadn’t been saving his last 391 years of earnings and past pensions for nothing. He was able to live very comfortably off the money.
As she came downstairs in a black t-shirt and bright green shorts, he noted that maybe shopping for clothing would be the first thing they did. Smiling to her, he nodded his head, placing the magazine off to the side. “You’re welcome and yes, thank you.” he reached forward, took the bowl with the egg noodles and filled his plate moderately. Placing it back on the table within her reach, he took a slice of bread and started to butter it, placing it on the side of his plate. He picked up a jug of water and poured himself a glass. “I didn’t know what you preferred drinking,” he had a jug of milk, water, and soda on the table. He taught teenagers, but that didn’t mean he knew everything about them. Taking the spoon to the pepper steak container, he placed the contents over his noodles and dipped his bread into the sauce on his plate.
Abstynencja was lost for words now. He felt that he should be talking, or that they should be talking, but he didn’t know what they could talk about. He didn’t want her to feel awkward around him, but he didn’t want her to think that he wasn’t sociable. “Umm, I’m sorry if I’m a little awkward. I’m a highschool teacher but I’ve never really spent this much time alone with anyone closer to your age.” Abby hoped that wouldn’t offend her. He didn’t think he had said anything offensive in the comment. He remembered that he had to watch what he was saying since he had accidentally offended Belial by careless wording.
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Post by Diana Rembrandt on Nov 11, 2011 0:43:48 GMT -5
Diana waited until Abby filled his plate before she started serving herself. Normally she ate lightly in public, but tonight she was so starved she didn’t care about manners. It had been weeks since she had eaten a decent meal and the noodles smelled delicious. She heaved her plate with as much as the plate would hold, and then began to devour it. A voice in her head said that Abby would be appalled at her table manners but the sound of her rumbling stomach drowned it out. When didn’t even look up from her plate until it was mostly empty. Diana took a long enough break to pour herself a glass of milk before finishing. “This is fine,” she managed to grumble out between bites.
Once the first helping was gone, Diana felt comfortable enough to eat the second more slowly. She took her time, and was even able to talk between bites. “You are talking to me much more than anyone I have ever shared dinner with. My father…well he preferred to yell. And when that happened I usually just ate alone in the kitchen.” Diana wasn’t sure why she was opening up to Abby, but she just felt good about being there. He didn’t seem to expect anything from her. It was a relief not to be in constant fear of disappointing someone. “You are doing fine, really. And the food is amazing.”
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Post by Abstynencja Adamczyk on Nov 11, 2011 12:08:30 GMT -5
Diana must have been hungrier than she expected. He didn’t judge the fervour with which she ate; he knew that slaves could be starved for all their traders could care. Food wasn’t something that merchandise required, just something to give them to sell. He knew that she had manners and that this was nothing to be worried about. It was instinct in a way. It had been placed in front of her and natural instinct would tell her to eat as much and as fast as she could before it could be taken away.
Listening to her story, he felt bad for her. He had never known his parents, they had died when he was too young to remember anything about them. “I’m sorry to hear that. I never knew my parents, they died when I was a newborn. But I know that life gets better.” Abstynencja didn’t know if he had said it correctly but he was trying to give her hope. Life can be horrible at times and you may not be happy but things always get better. At some point in your life, things get better.
Smiling to her, he said a quick thank you to her compliments. He had thought that things would be awkward between them. He was a naturally awkward person. However, it didn’t seem that way at all. Instead, she had said that he was doing fine. Abby had never heard his students say that. They only seemed to complain how he was what they called a ‘stiff’ and how he needed to ‘get laid’. Maybe it was because he had been ‘laid’ that he wasn’t such a stiff anymore. Who knew that his students would be right about that?
Looking at Diana closely, now that she had bathed, he noticed more about how she looked. She had a very refined aura around her. She seemed regal and elegant even in the black shirt and green shorts. Abby wondered what her usual attire looked like. She would have to get new clothes at some point. There was no way she could be walking around in large shirts and shorts while staying with him. He had freed her, and she was free to do as she wished. Oh, that reminded him. Digging into his pocket and pulling out the papers, he pushed them over to Diana. They were her ownership papers. “I thought it only fair to give these to you. Can’t claim I’ve freed you if I still own your slave status papers, now could I?” He smiled warmly to her. He wondered what she would do with them. They were hers to do with what she like, but why keep them, if found, someone could easily try to stake claim over her. However, he didn’t know how you go about destroying such papers properly.
“Also, we should go about getting you clothing that fits better. I’m not too much taller than you so for the time being, you may borrow any pants if you’d prefer until we go shopping.”
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Post by Diana Rembrandt on Nov 14, 2011 12:10:26 GMT -5
Diana wasn’t sure what to do with his comforting words. She was not very accustomed to comfort and even less so of talking about her feelings. Abby probably meant well by them but they really just caused her to feel self-conscious. She immediately shifted her sad expression into something more serene.
It was odd for her to be sitting at such an elegant table in what she would call “recreation” clothes. Even when sleeping, Diana used to wear a fancier garment than what she had on now. Not that she wasn’t grateful to have something clean to put on; it was just not what she was used to. In her father’s house there had been an unspoken protocol to look and act respectably, perfectly, at all times. It meant more time to get ready in the morning but she didn’t mind. She actually took pride in her propriety.
When Abby pushed the slave papers in front of her she wasn’t sure what to say. It was surreal almost seeing her current dread sitting right in front of her. He was actually telling the truth. “Thank you,” she said sincerely.
Diana was touched that he would offer his clothes but the idea of wearing pants in public was a bit horrifying. She much preferred dresses and skirts to jeans and a t-shirt. But there really wasn’t much choice. The idea of shopping with a man she didn’t know very well wasn’t too comforting either. But maybe he would be weary to trust her with money. “If it’s okay, I can go by myself…” she offered, “or buy stuff online. I used to do most of my purchases via the internet anyways.”
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Post by Abstynencja Adamczyk on Nov 17, 2011 17:34:09 GMT -5
Abby worried that he had said it wrong. He noted how her sad look immediately went to something calm or composed. He wasn’t sure which word would describe it better. Abstynencja noticed how she seemed to be in thought but he wasn’t sure. Finishing off the sauce on his plate with another buttered slice of bread, he used his napkin to dab at his lips, not wanting the soy sauce residue to stain the sides of his mouth.
He couldn’t hide the smile on his face as she stared down at the papers. He wondered how happy she would be to see them. Looking down to the water in his glass, he waited for her answer. Diana’s sincere thank you made him shift so his arms rested comfortably against the tabletop. “I’m not sure what to do with them. Or how to dispose of them properly. There should be a way to destroy them so no one can ever claim your freedom again. We’ll find out, don’t worry.” his smile was broad and warm on his face. He was happy that she was opening up to him a bit. Abby knew from experience that it was a hard thing to do, open up to people. For him, he had believed that it would lead to his death. Abby didn’t know Diana’s reason, but he hoped that she could one day be almost completely open with him. He knew she couldn’t ever be completely open with him since she was a teenager. Teenagers had a tendency to lie to authoritative and adult figures. It was part of being a teenager so the best he could hope for was almost completely.
Abby thought about it. Maybe she didn’t like to wear pants. She had been sitting in the trading rings in a dress that would have been beautiful and expensive if it hadn’t been ruined. He would have to allow her to get her own items. Would it be awkward if he went with her? It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her with his money. Not at all, in fact, his problem was that he didn’t know anything about her. He had no idea where she lived before being taken to the trading rings. Thus, he had to question if she would be able to find her way around Corpus Christi. He wouldn’t mind being an escort and showing her around. If he had a car, he could have easily hired someone to drive her and watch over her, not that he doubted her ability to protect herself from any potential danger.
He also didn’t know if she would feel comfortable going alone. Looking up from his thoughts, he continued to debate what the best course of action would be. At the mention of buying things online, he paused like a deer caught in front of headlights before smiling sheepishly to her. “Don’t judge me, I do know what internet is, I just, don’t know how to install it. I tried to use the directions that came with all the cords except it hadn’t mentioned what I am used to. At my last place, I used the telephone for my internet, but now, they mentioned something about Ethernet cords and wireless?” Abby had flustered himself and cleared his throat, smiling nervously to her. He hoped that she wouldn’t find him pathetic for this. He rambled occasionally when nervous. Not even his students had seen him like this; it was one of his moments of weakness.
“However, I have no problem allowing you to go by yourself. I would prefer to accompany you since, before I handed those papers to you, you were still considered a slave. Until those papers have been processed properly, some people may be wary about your being around town alone,” would his concern come across properly? He cared about what happened to Diana. He hadn’t known her long but he felt protective of her. She was only 18 and yet she was already a slave. What did that say about society? That someone who could have easily been a student of his could be taken from their homes and placed on sale for his pleasure?
“Not that I doubt your ability to defend yourself, I’m just a little worried about your wellbeing. I have a credit card you could use. Buy whatever you need, although I hope you will be smart enough to buy what you need instead of frivolous items. Although, you are female and many of my students had such items,” he trailed off, trying not to get into a situation here. Many female students of his had frivolous items that he didn’t understand their need for. Cellular phones, make-up, hair accessories, purses—okay, he could understand the need for a purse. It was similar to his school bag that carried his lectures for the day. However, he didn’t understand the need for so many. Why did they need to have one for every day of the year?
Shaking his head, he looked back at her, hoping she wouldn’t be put off with what he’d said. “Anyways. I would appreciate accompanying you for possible safety reasons until you are legally free by government rules, however, if it would make you uncomfortable, then you may go alone. I wouldn’t go into stores and make you uncomfortable. I’d just wait outside or something until you were done, if that helps.” Picking up his glass of water, he chugged it down before placing the glass nervously back on the table, a goofy smile on his face as he tried to look happy and concerned as well as trying not to look too embarrassed by his outburst of thinking aloud.
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