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    Plot:
    Karmin is a slave girl (approx 20 years old). She has always been rather hard to control. Every master whips her. Every master shackles her so she doesn’t run away. Her current master makes her sleep with the animals so none get stolen by gypsies.
    The night she meets your gypsy boy, she thinks he’s just a plain thief. They fight and he overpowers her, taking a chicken as he leaves. The next day, he returns, dressed as a noble (he actually just stole the clothes and some money) and comes to buy her. He runs away with her to his gypsy gang, but keeps her as a slave. She constantly tries to run away, one time leading him on a merry chase, even though she doesn’t know that soldiers are looking for him.
    The soldiers are looking for him because he’s the gypsy king.
    From there we improvise.


    Karmin
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    IC- Karmin laid silently in her bed of stray in the stable. She felt the heavy weight of the metal shackle on her ankle, which her owner had put on her, and frowned. She hated this, even though it was all she had ever known. She wished she had known her parents or why they had chosen to put her into slavery.
    She looked at her scared arm. she had always hoped that they had done that, but she had had it for so long she couldn’t remember whether it had only been from a master or not. She sighed, staring at the moonlight coming in from the window. She noticed a shadow pass over it.

    [size=9pt]ooc: Stefan
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    ic: Like a shadow Stefan passed the window, peeking into the barn with ease and dropping into the rafters with only the slightest creak. He gauged the room with his good eye and proceeded to somersault down into the hay-strewn ground, searching for his prize. "There you are Clucky.", Stefan grinned and cracked his knuckled not even taking notice of the slave girl stationed behind him.[/size]

    Karmin gave a soft, low growl. She knew that he was talking to the chicken, strange as it seemed. But she couldn't let him. Her owner knew how many of each animal was there and she would be beaten severely for each animal missing.
    The next sound that came was her chain as she pounced to stop him.

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    ic: Stefan jumped at the sound of chains, narrowly missing the girl as he kicked and swung at the air. "Holy-!", he grabbed the chicken in a flash and waved with a small grin. "Well, if ya don't mind...I'll be leaving", he chuckled.[/size]

    "Not if I can help it," she growled, jumping again. But she was weighed down by the chain, which snapped taunt as shepulled to it's limit. She fell on her face

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    ic: Stefan gave a little sort of salute and did a flip back up into the rafters, "Ctacha later, darling.", he winked and made his way back out from where he'd entered.[/size]

    "You-!" karmin yelled but slapped her hand over her mouth. She couldn't yell, in fear that her master would wake. As he had now escaped, all she could do was fall asleep and wait for her owner to find out the events of that night.

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    IC- the next morning, karmin was woken by her master's angry bellows. He knew already about the missing chicken and Karmin could see the old horse whip in his grubby little hands. The fat bully... She often thought of him like that.

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    ic: Stefan leaned back on his usual stool at the local tavern and inn, sipping at his foaming mug. As he was unoccupied after a night of thieving and laughs, his mind trailed to the slave girl he'd stolen the chicken from. He tried to remember, picture her face.[/size]

    When her owner was done whipping her for her carelessness, Karmin still sat up from the ground. Although with a bloody back, she did up her dress with an air of not caring what the owner thought. He hated that attitude from her, and so he punched her once before storming back into the house, expecting his breakfast.

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    ic: Stefan looked around aimlessy till some of his gypsy friends showed up. They immediately began taunting about how stupid he looked or if he'd got another girlfriend or something of that sort and he always laughed and waved them off, thinking what he could do to acquire the girl...it couldn't be that hard after all.[/size]

    Karmin intentionally burnt her owner's eggs that morning, slamming it down on the table in front of him. She did the same with his juice and it spilt over his lap. He growled at her before sending her outside to look after the animals in the cool air. As soon as she left, he began to stuff his mouth, worse than a pig.

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    ic: Stefan leaned his slightly-heeled boots on the counter and stared at the ceiling waving at one of the other gypsies to come speak to him, "Hey pal, when's the next slave sale?", he gave a sort of befuddled look and answered, "Why, it's noon of today, sir.", He looked a bit surprised but nodded in thanks and waved him off, jumping onto his feet.[/size]

    Karmin promptly ignored her master the next time he called for her, saying to herself how she wished she could slit him from gut to gozzard. And then do the same to that chicken theif.
    Hiwever when she finally returned to the barn, she was not happy to see him holding the cuffs she had been sold to him with. She turned to dash, but he stepped on her ankle chain and tripped her. She grumbled, annoyed that it had happened like that twice within rhe same day. Although she squirmed, her owner, soon to be ex-owner it would seem, clamped the cuffs on her and hoisted her up.

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    ic: Stefan came out of a mansion with his gypsy pals a few minutes later dressed in merchant garments and with pockets full of money, he'd be winning this girl no matter what. They needed a slave, and he also loved the way she looked, but that was something he'd deal with later.[/size]

    Karmin was very roughly shoved out of the house as the man locked up behind him to leave for town. He muttered at her as they walked.
    "That was the last straw girlly. You have lost me enough animals. You might even be the little their here, eh?" he was sayingg to her but she simply ignored him. If she had a knife, she would have gutted him then and there. It would be the best possible chance to escape from him, but she didn't have any way at that moment.

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    ic: Stefan made his way toward the slave market which he strongly disapproved of but could do nothing about since he was a criminal himself and this was not yet considered crime in their city. He crossed his arms over his chest silently, waiting for the auctions to begin so he could get the slave girl.[/size]

    Garmin closed her eyes, trying not to think how bad her next owner could be. She had served almost all the worst ones she could imagine. These men had no dignity in her mind if they could sit in front of this auction and watch as some were sold, crying, off to the next man. But she knew that some could be nice, but often they didn't have enough to keep their slaves,so they were eventually sold yet again.
    She sighed as she and a couple others were marched in front of the crowd for the bidding. But she stuck her chin up and walked with as much dignity as she could. Just because these men didn't have any in her mind didn't mean she couldn't be proud of herself.

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    ic: After an hour or so of waiting many men and the occasional woman began to waltz into the square. Almost all of them were rich and even more of them were more than pleasantly plump and pleasantly might have been an overstatement. It was like a stampede of posh elephants kicking up dust as they raced into the court to get a good view of the girls.
    Speaking of which, Stefan stayed observant as the first line of girls stepped out they were auctioned off after just a few minutes, and then, he spotted her. They began. After a few seconds they reached Karmin and a man beside him began to bid, "300!", the man next to him glared down and he grinned, they fought back and forth more bidders falling out after a few minutes he had been driven by the lust to have her all morning and he wouldn't lose her to a fat man. "2000!" he called out and the man dropped his arms, Stefan stood triumphantly waiting for Karmin to come to him.    [/size]