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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 3:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 4:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 4:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 5:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 5:47 pm
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†Edger Hamish† Demon born and raised "There ain't no grave that can hold my body down, when I hear that trumpet sound, imma rise ten feet outta the ground." •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·• Edger bowed to Anemone for her complimenting of his style of furnishings. Edger looked at the stairs of the house, which were slim but very sturdy, for design. He then went to the kitchen. He had a balcony area which was boosted into the air outside by pillars, it held a small snow globe like room with a Piano having, shanghai like symbols, knifed into it. He looked at the clock as it point to almost dawn. The sunset echoed through the windows and he nodded to the clouds in the sky. Walking to the kitchen he prepared food, even if not eaten for now, for later. The kitchen had an architectural type of taste to the modern like housing of the rest of the home. The fires on the stove talked to him as in a matter of seconds the smell of fried rice, danced with the oxygen. He had removed his jacket earlier, revealing a more then average type of male build for fit. He wore a tight black long sleeved shirt. He then looked up at Anemone, he hadn't really paid much attention to her till now, then showed a clawed like scar on his left cheek. The scar almost glowed, In a way.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 8:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:19 pm
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Ʌ ɴ ε ɱ σ ɴ έ _☩ β ҽ ʃ ʗ ʀ σ ʂ ʂ ___________________ • ________________
⋙⋙ She sighed at his nod, not really liking the silence. She like to hold a decent conversation, to learn new things. And she could already tell that he would not make this easy for her. She watched as moved the fire with his hands and she watched like a child at a circus. It was interesting to her. She didn't meet many extraordinary people in her long life time. Just humans. Boring, mortal humans. He slammed on the pan handle and she jumped, covering her mouth. He caught the rice into bowls and she giggled lightly, clapping her hands softly, applauding him for the nice show. He then gave her a glass and directed her to the refrigerator. She nodded, taking the glass and walking to the fridge. She would have like liquor but getting wasted on her first night wouldn't have looked nice. She poured herself a glass of iced tea before joining him at the table.
She sat herself quietly and placed the glass next to her bowl. It smelled delicious and she was starving. The slave shop wasn't too good on keeping their merchandise properly fed . She looked down at the bowl, watching the steam raise from the rice and waiting for her master to take his first bite. It would be ride to eat first, even if she was famished. Soon, she was impatience grew too strong and she looked up at him. "What is your name?" She asked. This was a question that he couldn't just nod to or point. She could have asked him about the scar, but she like this place so far. She didn't want to be sent back yet, or killed. ⋘⋘
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 9:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:40 pm
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†Edger Hamish† Demon born and raised "There ain't no grave that can hold my body down, when I hear that trumpet sound, imma rise ten feet outta the ground." •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·• Edger shook his head slightly snapping back into reality, when the clinking of the silver-ware stopped. Edger heard her call him Master and it made him, uneasy. Since she didn't seem to be anyone to anger him he walked over to her with his sleeves rolled up and started to help her. "You can call me Edger or Hamish, or Ed if you choose, you won't be the only one cleaning this house, so your not alone." He mentioned to her giving his usual face, a little more eased though. It was just a blank stare now. He looked at her his aura slightly more welcoming than it use to be.
Edger's long sleeved outfit was laced with red lining. The home of them both laid by a seaside, in which the ocean was reflecting moonlight into the window by the kitchen dining table. The male had looked at his reflection in the clean plates and other dishes. He slid a finger down his scar, the memory of when he got it, ran through his mind. He shook himself out, not thinking it was such a big deal.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:52 pm
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Ʌ ɴ ε ɱ σ ɴ έ _☩ β ҽ ʃ ʗ ʀ σ ʂ ʂ ___________________ • ________________
⋙⋙ Anemone was a bit taken back by her master's sudden movement to the sink, and even more at his readiness to help with such a tedious task as washing dishes. He spoke, both his voice and facial expression a bit more friendly than before, but not by much. He offered her choices of what to call him and informed her how she would not be doing the house work by herself. All she did was simply shake her head and say; "I think I will keep with Master Edgar. It suits you. And don't worry about the household chores. I'm capable of keeping up with my duties in a timely fashion." She spoke in a dull voice. It was what she was trained to do, after all. If he didn't let her do what she was programmed to do then, well, she would be close to useless.
She watched as he lifted a finger to his scar, his grim expression returning. She let her eyes fall back to the dished before her, her gaze burying itself deep into the mounds of bubbles that formed from the sweet scented soap. "Does it hurt?" She finally spoke. "Your scar, I mean..." It was blunt and forward, a move she normally didn't make. As she asked the question, her hands stayed busy, her eyes never leaving them as she placed the clean dish under the water to be rinsed and then into the drying rack for her to dry and put away later. She was a bit scared of what his reaction may be, but she was sure that it couldn't be anything that she hadn't survived before. "You may ask me anything you wish, too." She offered in an attempt to redeem herself from such a rude question ⋘⋘
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 11:06 pm
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†Edger Hamish† Demon born and raised "There ain't no grave that can hold my body down, when I hear that trumpet sound, imma rise ten feet outta the ground." •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·• Edger shook his head at her question. "The memories, yes, but the pain from it has faded." He said to her hearing her response to the situation. "Since, you have given me permission, I shall save that for another time." His face went to normal and he walked upstairs with her bags moving them to her room. He then shifted through the wall of her room, entering the bathroom as he removed his shirt sitting on the edge of the very large tub.
A mirror that sat on the wall exposed his war torn back. Some bite marks, scratches, even claw mark. He sighed looking at the multiple surfaced window. The things he saw outside couldn't see him from it. Edger washed his face in the sink and took off clothing, standing in the stream of a steam shower, just carefully cleaning himself. His emotions slid into a warm mellow like way, as he sat in the steam of the bathroom.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 3:44 pm
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