Slave - RP

We have begun.
Slaves, you are currently working on your assigned tasks.
Slave owners, you can be doing whatever the heck you want as long as you are in the general vicinity of the other players to maximize chances of interaction.

You guys can start first, I'll post later.

Remember: Try to keep this going for at least a month or so. I really hate it when I make RPs that only last a week or less.

Ottawa sighs, trudging outside. She drags a cheap broom with her. Leaves cover the porch, and she effortlessly pushes them away, and onto the front of the lawn. They form a pile on the thick grass. Once she's done, Ottawa sets down the broom against the door, rushes inside, and pulls a garbage back out of a cabinet. A few moments later, she fills it up with the leaves. When done, she makes her way to the back of the house, whipping the trash bag into the large dumpster. She makes a face, because the smell is so strong, then coughs a few times on her way back to the front of the house.

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Sighing, Ottawa climbs the front steps, snatching the broom into her left hand as she flips open the wooden door with her right. The door bangs closed, making a loud Thump. Ignoring this, Ottawa opens the supply closet, throwing the broom inside as she gets some cleaning spray and a few cloths. Time to clean the windows. She thinks to herself, as she makes her way back outside to the front, where the dirty, muddy glass windows await her.

Lorne really hated catering to Regina's every whim. Not that Regina was a bad person per say, but the job itself was tremendously tedious for no pay. All the time he had to be running back and forth, doing what his captors were too lazy to do. He stalked back up the staircase, maneuvering his way through the large house.

Ottawa trudges in-front of the first window. Muddy with dead bugs, it has quite the scent. Sometimes I wonder if they dirty things on purpose. She mutters to herself, collapsing on the floor in a cross-legged position. She squirts some of the cleaning spray onto the cloth, and dips it into water, too. She begins to wipe the windows. The dirt is hard, though. She begins to break out into a cold sweat, as she wipes it harder. This dirt won't come off! She whisper-yells to herself. Frustrated and annoyed, Ottawa stands up, dusts off her apron, and throws the cloth into the muddy water. "I GIVE UP! YOU PEOPLE ARE TOO MUCH! I'M HUNGRY AND DON'T HAVE ENERGY TO CLEAN BECAUSE OF IT, AND I DEMAND SOME FOOD BEFORE YOU EVEN GET ME TO LIFT THE WASHCLOTH UP AGAIN!"

Bran began pulling out weeds at about 5 in the morning. It was now almost lunch time. Despite it being almost seven hours since he started, he had gotten nearly nowhere. All that Bran had seen around him were weeds, weeds, and more weeds. Letting out a sigh, he started to pull faster. He was really getting sick of pulling weeds.
If there were a child in his group, there would be absolutely no problem and he wouldn't be the one pulling out the damned weeds a few times every week.

Lorne's face twisted into a scowl as he reached the top of the staircase. Technically speaking they weren't allowed to talk, but as of yet there were no rules as to what expression you can wear on your face. He used this to his advantage as he polished the window frame of Regina's room for what must have been the tenth time that week. He never thought what it would be like to not have to go through this miserable life, what it would be like to live the way his captors did. For Lorne, all that matters is that he was alive. Running off would guarantee his demise, by recapture or who knows what.

Frustrated, Ottawa kicked the red bucket of water over. Muddy water sloshed onto the ground, along with the wet rag. It created a stream, passing the doorway and falling on the long, thick green grass. Ottawa kicked the bucket away from her, and sat cross-legged on the ground, with her arms crossed. " Let them do whatever to me. They've already beat me enough." She says aloud, to herself.

Alice looked down. As she had to dust the whole dining room. She sighed she really hated being a slave. Alice frowned and got the duster. She started dusting the nicknacks that were all over the place. She liked them all, too bad she was who she was and couldn't touch their stuff or she would get it. Alice continued dusting the other shelf she was so tired but she couldn't just stop all her work.

Ruby opened her crusty eyes and hopped onto her feet. She had been awake all night watching the sheep, and dozed off for a while. Counting each and every one of the white, fluffy animals she found that none had strayed. Relieved, she led them back to the farm and closed the cage behind her. She combed through the horses' hair, milked the cows, and grabbed eggs from the chicken coop. I'll surely be whipped for being so late. Arms full of milk bottles and eggs, she carefully placed them in her basket and ran into the house, placing the basket on the kitchen counter.

Ottawa watched as the delicate stream dried out and left a damp mark in the place
On the cement where it used to flow.

Alice finally finished the dining room. It was dust free and clean. It was almost time for supper so she stepped into the kitchen to see the cook, Bob. He looked like he was almost done. She had completely forgot to set up the table in the dining room so she went in. No one was in the room yet to see that it wasnt prepared. She had exactly 2 minutes before they would come. Alice put a fresh table cloth on the table. Made sure it wasn't wrinkled. She then set up the plates with a napkin and a fork, spoon, butter knife. It looked nice. She put the candles on the table, she knew they all loved candles. She lit them up and then started to help Bob put the food down.

Aqua's hands were carrying a plastic basket filled with smelly piles of dirty laundry. She went up to the laundry room and dropped it on the floor. She sighed. Some of her view was covered by her bangs. She might be a slave, she might be mute, but she had to talk when she entertained, or sing when she had to. She took out the cleaning soap and rubbed it against a wet, muddy dress.
She opened the detergent powder and poured it. The water on the ridiculously big sink, which was really ugly, with white tiles and no decorations, unlike the rest of the house, turned white, thick and foamy. She dropped the muddy dress and dropped it. She scrubbed and scrubbed for hours of hard work. She was sweating and her hands were wrinkled and red all over.

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Catari was walking through the halls of the fancy house. She almost tripped over Ottawa's cleaning supplies. "Get out of my way!" She yelled. "Useless." She muttered under her breath, and continued to walk.

{Ottawa's outside.}

" What..Did you say?" Ottawa stood up, grabbing Catari by the arm. " Clean your pig of a house yourself if I'm so useless!"

"Excuse me? Have you got any idea of who I am? Get back to working, idiot Olarla!" (She doesn't know her name, so she's guessing it's Olarla.) Catari yelled, walking in her cherry red high heels.
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When Aqua though she had finished, she found out there was a second pile of clothes. Catari had an endless amount of clothes. Aqua's hands were really weak now, yet she continued. When she was done, she dried them with a hair dryer and ironed them. Then she folded them into neat piles and went down to Catari's room. She put the folded clothes where they belonged and went back down. It was going to be dinner time soon, and she had to entertain every dinner with a brand new idea. At least I get to keep the costumes. She thought.

" It's Ottawa, stupid!" She yelled. " And I'm not working until you feed me. Do whatever, but I'M NOT BUDGING!"

As bob rang the bell to eat. Alice was starving but she didn't have any food. She didn't have anymore tasks for today so she decided to go outside. Alice looked the sun was setting she smiled it was beautiful. She wished she could stay outside all the time but what is the point of that. She layed down on some grass as she looked. Everything was so peaceful.

Ruby walked past Ottawa and Catari, who were arguing about something. Distracted by the dispute, she accidentally slipped on the murky water from the bucket and fell backwards. Ruby sat up on the hard wood floor, covered in splinters and dripping with grimy slime. "I'm sorry..." she said worriedly. "Should I get another water bucket?" She tried to sound cheerful and casual and escape a beating.

Alice looked as the sky was getting dark. She just hoped she wouldn't have to work right now. It was so calm and nice. She sighed. "It's too good to be true isn't it. There is always something that goes wrong." she frowned.

She shook her head. Why are you so pessimistic. Now i'm not being true to myself aren't I? Why don't a just ask for some more work. Im so bored now. Alice stood up. She needed something to do. As she started walking she noticed ottawa and catari arguing. Then Ruby was on the floor. Explaining what happened. She didn't want to get into this mess so she carefully pathed her way through this whole mess.

Ruby managed to hop up on her feet and dust off the sharp pieces of wood piercing her pale skin. "Here, I'll go and get some more mop water." she said, grabbing the bucket and hauling it out of the room and into the field. She ran over to the well and tied the bucket to the string hanging from the top and turned the crank, lowering the bucket into the fresh, cool water.

"Well, then, Ottawa. I'll make sure you have it rough for the rest of the week. Luckily for you, it's eating time." Catari said. Her hair was in a high ponytail. Her ponytail went side to side as she went down the stairs. She wasn't in a good mood.
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Aqua headed to her tiny cabin (I suppose every slave has some sort of room/cabin.) and opened the door. She had no lights or hot water. She went to her bathroom and filled a large, plastic container with cold and entered. She gasped at the cold water. She used a bucket to pour water over her and scrubbed herself with a cheap soap and a cleaning sponge. After that, she dried herself with a few rags she knitted together as a towel and saw her costume laid out on the table. It wasn't really a costume. It was a long dress up to her ankles of a pale pink color which had no special decorations. She went and picked up a white flower from the garden and placed it in her hair.

Today she was going to play the guitar and sing. Aqua had a very powerful voice, but she doesn't use it unless she's forced to. She combed her hair with her fingers and walked barefoot through the wet grass up to the mansion. She walked in, cleaned her feet and walked over to the dining room. The family ate in a room when the slaves ate somewhere else.

Aqua gave a bow and everyone was looking at her. She sat down on a wooden stool. A little boy handed her a beautiful guitar, decorated with flowers, made by a true artist. She cleared her throat which she hadn't used in a while and ran her fingers through the guitar, making a sound. She started playing a gentle tune and humming.

Then she closed her eyes and batted her eyelashes as she started to sing. She played the right notes and sang the lyrics. She finished and stood up from the stool, gave a gentle bow and walked away. Two claps were heard. She changed back into her uniform and left. She went into the slave's eating room and she received her tiny ration of food.

Alexis looked at her list of chores to do. Make sure all the beds are made and put away things that are misplaced. Alexis went upstairs to look at the first rooms beds. She carefully made them and went off to the other room. No one was in here yet there was some cold tea and food. She made the bed and picked up the tea and food and exited the room.

Man these people sure don't know how to care for themselves. Without us slaves they would be worthless. I can imagine it now. She started laughing. It would be so funny without us slaves. House would be full of dirt, food lying everywhere, everything all dusty and gross, they wouldn't stand a chance.

Alice smiled. It was eating time she was so hungry after looking at the people's yummy food. She also wondered why was she born into slavery it was horrible. As she sat down she saw the food that was prepared for the today it looked delicious. Even though it is just a small portion it still looked great. As she started eating she could taste all the different things that were in their. Wait a minute! This Crap doesn't taste good at all. It taste horrible why was I so happy earlier now this? Oh man I sure do hate this food. Why did I even say it was good. Alice finished and started to her room. To wash her face.

Alexis was late for feeding time again. As she hurried down the stairs she tripped and fell right on her face. She wasn't usually clumsy but every once and a while she would fall. Alexis quickly got up and she felt fine. Just a little trip doesn't hurt anyone every once and a while. She then hurried to get her food. She was starving

Alice looked around she was in her bedroom. She went to the bathroom. She got a bucket of water and put some soap on her face and scrubbed it. She felt refreshed she didn't know what time it was but all she knew is that she was tired. Then she thought "I guess I could go to sleep but hopefully no one would notice. I'm not in the mood for a beating."

Alice quickly went under her covers and closed her eyes.

He was done. Bran was finally done. Picking up the few baskets full of weeds, he headed out towards the house to drop off the baskets. At least his owner was kind enough to deal with them.
After a quick look around Bran noticed a bunch of the female slaves up and about working on cleaning, feeding the animals, etc. They had the easy jobs, didn't they?
Taking a deep sigh, Bran sat down and leaned against one of the couple of trees that was in the yard.