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The Slave Auction Meme

â§ Leave a comment with the character's name, fandom, and whether your character will be playing the part of 'slave' or 'master', plus preferences for scenarios if you have any.
â§ Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
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Warning: Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.

SLAVES

1. The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect. Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master. Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2. The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times. You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different. In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3. The Pet - You're a pleasure slave. A bed warmer. A decorative piece of artwork. You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4. The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5. The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains. Too bad you seem to get caught after a while. Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent. Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6. The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one. Why? Well that's up to you. Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7. The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has. Something rare and valuable. Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1. The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you. Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2. The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them? Or maybe it isn't so nice. Did you even want a slave in the first place? Well you're stuck with one now.

3. The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect. Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4. The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5. The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6. The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side. It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7. The Undercover - You're not actually a Master. You're at the auction for an entirely different reason. Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone. Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.

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"Who asked you."

Yuri's plenty punk and does not need anyone's clearance on what he wears. He can like nice stuff. Not like Morrison's serious about getting fucking Gucci. He misses that jacket, though. Even if it was third-or fourth hand it was perfect for sulking. Wearing just a t-shirt feel like going outside without armor.

Trying to take his mind off that, Yuri goes for his stand-by - attitude. Slumping down in his seat, he glares at the umbrella.

"Also what moron designed a super-soldier that's scared of the sun?"

"No one. I just like sharing my thoughts and opinions."

Jack smiles.

"I am not scared of the sun. My skin burns easily. You can't have all these exaggerated predatory characteristics without a few pitfalls. I don't know. I never met the design team. A lot of them have passed on."

It has been less then twenty-four hours since Yuri was forced into this car. He is not excited about returning. Even if the situation has improved - A nicer prison is still a prison.

"Whatever," he grumbles. Back to the comfort of Russian.

He spends the rest of the ride staring out the window. Trying to figure out where he is, what sort of place he's ended up in.

Jack lets the boy stare out the window, taking in the details of the neighborhood and the surrounding city. It is nice...lots of public parks, statues, shopping centers, banks...it is clearly upscale in every sense of the word.

The car pulled around at last to the front of a fairly fancy shopping center. Everything was white and marble with fountains and lights and elegant background music.

Jack slid out of the car and opened his umbrella in a smooth motion.

"Well, here we are."

Yuri finds himself watching the people more then the building. Gaze dragged to the slaves. There's no mistaking them. Trailing behind their 'masters,' most with eyes down. Some of them are on leashes. That is so fucked.

And everyone's just - walking around like it's normal. He feels bile rising up in his throat.

Stuffing hands into his pockets, Yuri strides next to Morrison. Refusing to fall one step back. It feels like everyone is staring. Not something Yuri handles well normally, let alone in this creepy situation. He glares right back at anyone he catches. Which probably just increases the dirty looks.

If they're expecting him to act like those poor, broken bastards they can rot.

A lot of those stares are directed at Jack.

He stands out in a crowd.

The vampire is tall, broad and very distinctly colored...and he draws attention to that fact with the color scheme of his clothes. He puts a hand on Yuri's shoulder and guides him, making sure the boy stays at his side, not falling behind.

"Don't worry. They're looking at me. They always do. I hated it when I was your age. It made my skin crawl....but then I learned to work with it."

He guides the boy, occasionally nodding to people who catch his eye, he smiles and looks genuinely happy and pleasant. It is the face Yuri had seen the day before at the slavers' den. Jack is smiling, pleasant-a flash of fangs a twinkle of red in his eyes. It is a show. Yuri is a performer, he'll most likely understand.

Yuri does not want to be touched. Or for them to be bonding over strangers staring. Tension thrums through him like a wire. Hair prickling up and down his arms. However, he does understand a performance. So while Yuri doesn't let Morrison pull him any closer, he accepts the hand. As a temporary defense.

He shoves away as soon as they're in the first store. Glaring intently at whatever display is closest.

"Take your time. Look around. Let me know if you need any help or have any questions. I am something of a clothes horse myself."

It was true.

While he preferred the familiar comfort of his red leather jacket, he actually had quite a collection of clothes for every occasion. Jack gives Yuri some space, keeping an eye on him from a respectable distance.

Yeah, right, like Yuri's going to ask for help. He snorts and begins pawing through a rack. Nerves too jangled about the culture shock to worry about shoving through thousands of dollars of clothes. Then one jacket catches his breath.

Holy shit that's awesome.

For a few minutes he forgets everything else. Finding more things to pick up, jeans, some shirts. It's a little like the dancing. Not as ethereal, more... normal. He even stops scowling.

Until he gets to a dressing room. There a woman blocks his path, smiling blandly.

"Those won't fit your master. His sizes are this way - "

"What - No! They're for me!"

The woman just stares at Yuri like he's some kind of bug. Yuri bristles, voice rising.

"I said I'm trying them on!"

Jack zips in from his short distance away, clearly waiting in the wings to run damage control. He is at Yuri's side in the blink of an eye, hand on Yuri's shoulder. He beams, flashing his fangs and looking positively pleasant.

"We are shopping for Yuri today. He can try on whatever he wants."

He gave the boy's shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"And if he finds something he likes, we are taking it home. A young man has to look fine about town."

It takes all of Yuri's will not to jump. Morrison's so quiet, where did he come from? Although it's very satisfying to watch all the color drain from the snotty woman's face.

"Of - course - Sir - "

This is addressed to Morrison and not Yuri, but that's better. Yuri shoulders past her. Registering she hasn't got an earring, so this is probably extra humiliating, right? Letting a slave get his way?

Good.

He comes out in the jacket and a pair of dark-washed jeans. The tigers floating through space should look ridiculous. Somehow, though, they suit Yuri. The red setting off his pale hair and eyes. He isn't really conscious of how the color links to Morrison's appearance. However, it doesn't hurt. Another level of Don't fuck with this.

Yuri keeps his hands shoved in the pockets. Resisting the urge to look at the price, take it off, because once again - Dracula can afford it.

And it's too cool to just leave here.

"Where are the shoes?"

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Jack raised his eyebrows and he smiled broadly, fangs glisteningnin the artificial light of the store.

"I like it. It suits you, Yuri. We match. Yes, that is definitely coming home."

The vampire gestured to his left.

"Well, their shoes are over here but I think you should seriously consider stopping elsewhere for something of a motorcycle boot or something in snakeskin."

Yuri doesn't know about matching. But he's starting to get there's another language to this whole nightmare. Better to learn it fast.

"...Fine."

Nothing in here seems worth his time anyway. And Yuri doesn't like the way the attendant's looking at him. Like he's something gross on a shoe. He glares straight at her as everything gets checked out. (Notices his clothes are even better then hers.)

After a few more places, his nerves are frayed to almost nothing. The jacket has helped. Made him look more like someone worth listening to, even though people keep deferring to Morrison. It's awful.

There's one more goal, though, and Yuri's determined to last until then.

"Where's the dance place?"

(OOC: Sorry this took forever, this holiday week was a lot busier than I thought it would be.)

Yuri is holding up remarkably well.

Jack finds it admirable.

They've got a few bags of clothes, so Yuri has an excellent start to his collection. His nerves are starting to fray, though...and Jack knows it is getting to be time for both of them to get going. Yuri needs to get out of the public eye and Jack has to do the same...he is begining to realize just how much in need of an actual blood draw he is...but he is an adult and he can wait.

They have one more stop to make.

"The next stop."

Jacks smiles.

He doesn't plan on breaking a promise anytime soon.

It is a bit of a drive. Probably an extra twenty minutes or so out of their way, but that is enough time to be off his feet to allow Jack a little time to recoup. He's looking a little winded, all things considered, even though they haven't done much.

They get there, though...and it is a far cry from a hole in the wall. It is actually behind a theater, filled with all manner of equipment and costumes for varying levels of dance from hobbyist to professional.

Jack gives and impressed whistle. He wasn't sure what to expect...but this was incredible.

Yuri's head feels like it's going to pound apart. But there's a familiar lift when he spots the theater. He bolts through the doors before Morrison catches up. Breathing in the smells of fabric and resin. He belongs here.

A clerk bustles up, tucking her grey hair into a bun. Yuri tenses. The momentary peace draining away. Time for another argument - Except she addresses him, instead of Morrison. After all, it's clear who the dancer is.

Yuri's already trying on shoes whenever Morrison gets over bring impressed. Yakov would have insisted on the plain ones, but now... Now he isn't here. And Yuri's eyes keep drifting to the other options. White, red, black...

"Hey. How many can I get?"

Jack looked at all the options. He wasn't surprised by how many options for...well...everything there were. He smiled softly, enjoying seeing the boy in his element. This was clearly where his passion was.

"Well...how many do you need?"

It was an honest question.

Jack was clearly not a dancer, but he nodded greetings to the sales associate who was helping Yuri with his shoes.

Yuri weighs that. He's used to just cutting out most wants, not letting them get far enough to bleed into need. He can get by with one pair. However, he goes through them fast...

He points at the black. "Let me try those."

The associate clucks her tongue. "Pointe shoes? Have you had that training?" She turns to Morrison with a frown. "I know it's pretty, but your boy could seriously hurt himself if - "

"Watch me," Yuri snaps. Swiping them up himself and rolling up his new jeans. It's not the best way to fit shoes but he's so tired of being talked about. Like an object or a child. And this is only after a few hours. How can anyone put up with this?!

He tugs at the ribbons, whipping the laces around his ankles

Jack trusts Yuri to know what he's doing.

The vampire stops her by holding his hand up.

"He has. He knows what he's looking for. I trust Yuri to know what he can and can't manage."

The boy is obviously going to need at least three pairs...the pointe shoes his is so triumphantly strapping up are coming home...and some other shoes and an extra pair if anything happened to those.

He smiled a little.

"I see those are coming home with us. And at least two other pairs-one for your main work and a back up pair."

He didn't stop him from lacing up those shoes.

He was on the boy's side, obviously, and he wanted them all to know it. That said...he didn't say anything about the snap or the manic lacing up of those ribbons.

"Need one of those balance bar things for your room?"

"It's called a barre," Yuri grumbles because obviously.

Somehow, this is the part he's having trouble believing. He's used to wearing his shoes to pieces. Stretching out their lifetime as long as possible, even when his feet ached. Patching the holes. Mending ribbons. Wrapping them until they were more tape then shoe. His grandpa had so little extra, and his mother - His stomach crumbles up as the high laugh screeches through his head.

"Watch," he growls. Flexing, stretching, sinking down to elongate his foot. Making sure the fit is right. Normally this wouldn't be an issue. It IS rare for a guy to know pointe. But he is so. Done. Ready for some kind of show.

Satisfied, he rises up... and up... finally holding himself high en pointe. He keeps steady for one breath - two - before sinking back down. Eyes sparking.

"Two pairs of these, with a wider box, two leather, and yeah, I want a barre."

The attendant nods. Eyes wide.

Jack nods.

"Right."

He watches Yuri stretches his feet...he can tell the boy is feeling it out...making sure everything is right. Yuri is a hothead, to be sure, but he's not an idiot. He's not going to risk crippling himself to prove a point. Jack believes the dancer knows what he is doing.

Jack can't help but smile at that, despite being tired. His fangs poke over the corners of his mouth.

He's losing steam.

He can clearly feel it now but he can keep up a good front.

He nods to each item Yuri lists.

It takes a couple more fittings to find the right pairs. Once she gets over her disbelief, the woman is much more accommodating. Even has some information on classes.

Yuri's head is pounding by the end. But it's a success. Between the new shoes (four pairs - not hand-me-downs, not repaired, new ones) and the jacket he feels more like himself then he has in days. Like a person. As they settle into the car, there's a wary glance at Morrison.

"Hey - Shit, you look awful."

Jack takes the liberty of signing Yuri up for a class. Once to start with. He just wants him to stay in practice on a regular basis. It is one of the more advanced ones, of course, since he has already demonstrated some advanced techniques.

Jack can see the difference in his charge when they get back to the car. He's happy to have been able to do it...but he is also grateful to be back in the car so he can sigh and lean back. He had forgotten how much a whole day of shopping could take out of him.

"Yeah? Its nothing to worry about. Nothing a blood draw when we get home won't fix."

There's a rock in Jack's stomach, suddenly.
He's used to his life by now, obviously, but the problem with picking up new assistants so often is that it is always new to them and they get reminded immediately that they are not the same and that as much as you dress him up and as kind and generous as he is...at the end of the day, Jack is a blood sucking monster bred for war.

And that's just the way things are and he's had decades to get used to it, so it is business as usual.

"Being around so many people for so long takes a lot out of me, you know?"

He says it with a smile. It is the truth.

Even so, Yuri doesn't like the pinched expression on Morrison's face. It reminds him of how his grandpa looked. Skin losing color. The coughs that shook his body until he couldn't breathe.

Obviously this isn't the same. Morrison's not even human. But the tug is still there. Not from the pointe shoes, or the nice clothes, but from knowing how much it hurt. Being sick, or close enough. Your own body dragging you down.

"Why? Trying not to eat them too?"

...Which does not mean Yuri's letting things get warm and fuzzy. It's still scary. His pulse hammering in his wrists.

Jack pinches the bridge of his nose and rubs it.

"It can. Not today. Not yet. It takes way more than sensory overload to trigger that...but it happens."

No beating around the bush. It was what he was.

Jack can hear Yuri's pulse increase.

"You're safe, kid. Don't worry."

He doesn't mention that he can tell they boy's pulse has increased.

"Tch."

Yuri turns away. Not sure what his own emotions are doing right now. He wasn't asking for comfort. Here it is anyway and it's weird. Especially settling in with that reminder of his grandfather.

He doesn't speak again until they're nearly at Morrison's (Yuri won't call it home. It isn't home, and he isn't safe no matter what Morrison says.)

"...If you need to eat... It's... okay, I guess. But not because you bought me stuff, got it?"

He wants that clear. Because otherwise it feels like a connection to the things the slavers said would happen. That Yuri would be decorated and used.

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Sorry this took forever, I was out of town this weekend

No worries at all!

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8 Million Years Later...

No worries TIS THE SEASON XD

RIGHT?

*hands hot chocolate* *with Kahlua*

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hands hot chocolate with Kahlua