A New Partnership (~AT~ + BraveEarth)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Zealously Jaded on 19-09-2010, 20:45:19</h2>
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				Title: <strong>A New Partnership (~AT~ + BraveEarth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 20:45:19</strong>
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				Vienne Southward.<br><br>(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs43/f/2009/107/a/5/a5c8449a689ac3d00e57a4817199184d.jpg)<br><br>Her heels clicked on the cobbled streets as she made the short journey from her parents home to the house they had given her whenever she was at home. Being the only girl (and youngest) in a family of 7 brothers she was usually spoilt, especially since the family line was protected by the progeny of her siblings<br><br>In her hands was a large parcel, it was a vase she had been trying to buy for the past 2 years, unluckily the vendor would only barter with a man so she sent her brother to get it for her. At the age of 19 she had resigned herself to a spinster’s life, she decided that she was too much work for a man, she had her own money, her own opinions and she would not act like the soft housewife, or a preening cat, constantly needing reassurance and attention. No this was not her, she was her own person she would enjoy her life.<br><br>Opening the door to her house she walked inside, moving up the stairs to her office, running a hand through her red hair she opened the door. There was something amiss, the room was out of place, not that anyone would know paper was strewn over the desk. Frowning she looked round the room, “What is going on?” She whispered to herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Partnership (~AT~ + BraveEarth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BraveEarth</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 21:18:18</strong>
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				Abraham froze at the sound of heels that echoed through the home, his head snapped back to the thick oak door that was behind him, its brass handle missing as he had stole it earlier knowing the price one could get for brass these days.&nbsp; He had entered the home an hour before, seeing that the last of the family members had left. He had quickly combed through the house trying to find anything looking remotely of value out in the open. It was during this he saw the safe. It was a large iron safe notched with golden leaves around the handle, a beautiful mahogany edging around the corners which wear decorated with small designs of angels in the material. The ivory handle called to him as he new he had to crack the safe, knowing that the fortunes inside would have to match the beauty of it's container. <br><br>But here he was now 30 minutes over his own rule and now had to deal with the owners of the house... he didn't notice he was holding his breath as he quickly slipped his factory shoes off hiding them in the shadows between the safe's sides. He crept quietly trying to find a point at which he could carefully get downstairs and sneak through the door. He thought of the windows but his fear of heights quickly shot down the idea... instead he made his way to what he hoped was the master bedroom hoping that, that his body was big enough for the dumb waiter, he wasn't the largest 19 year old but some of these Lordships didn't eat much and thus didn't have a large dumbwaiter.<br><br>He grabbed one of the house's knives that he knicked from his bag just in case he had to defend himself, hoping that the person would think him dangerous to actually attack them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Partnership (~AT~ + BraveEarth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 02:52:55</strong>
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				“Hello?” She called out, moving further into her office. “Is there someone here?” She frowned as she put the vase down totally defenceless. She moved into the small area where her safe was, someone had given a good crack at opening it, in fact they were nearly there, she was impressed.&nbsp; “Hello…who tried to open my safe?” She smiled calling out. “I’m not angry I swear.” She smiled.<br><br>Moving through the room she found herself in her bedroom, there was a change in the air. “You’re in here aren’t you?” She smiled slightly. “Come out please, I promise I won’t try and hurt you. I just want to talk.” She ran her fingers through her hair, “I’m unarmed I want to ask how you nearly got my safe open…no one’s ever done that before.” She called out hoping that the person wasn’t going to just come out and beat the hell out of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Partnership (~AT~ + BraveEarth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BraveEarth</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 04:16:02</strong>
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				Trust wasn't something that was in Abraham's current vocabulary, having realized the dumbwaiter too small he was hiding up the mattress, his heartbeat in his ear. It was a woman and he couldn't hear other people but visions of an earlier encounter had taught him to never trust the home owner when caught...<br><br>He had been fourteen at the time still seasoned in the art of knicking items from stores, this was before Babbage's Machines had become so widespread and properly sewn shirt were rare. The industry hadn't gotten their complex algorithms to make uniform clean stitching in mass production. He had learned to knick a few items here and there and eventually store owners had become wise, having hire great hulking men to watch over their stores. Abraham had despised them in his youth but without them he wouldn't have discovered the relative easier way of stealing directly from owners... however his second home, a large manor of a well known doctor, he encountered a bit of trouble. It hadn't occurred to him yet to set a time limit so he wouldn't get caught yet. And he had hid in the man's closet when he came home, the man having noticed a few things missing called for him as the girl currently did. However when Abraham came out hands held high hoping the man would keep him promise his cheek quickly met with the handle of the Doctor's cane, causing him to be thrown to his knees from the blow. The man beat Abraham till blue and then had him thrown out his door step yelling that he hoped he was trampled by a passing carriage.<br><br>Now that Abraham found himself in the exact situation he was cautious as the gods, knowing that the girl would just have to look underneath his pathetic hiding spot to catch him. As his mind scrambled for some plan of escape an idea sparked... it's lonely appearance made it seem bright and clever as he quickly acted without thinking. He slid his bag of stolen valuables against the wall opposite to where he gathered her to be, and then he quickly slid himself out fromt he bed dirtying his factory clothes as he would attempt to make a run for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Partnership (~AT~ + BraveEarth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 22:07:26</strong>
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				She turned the light on, looking round the room, holding her hands up she looked over at him. “Hey… I promise I won’t hurt you.” She smiled softly she unfastened her jacket putting it over the bed. She frowned looking round the room trying to see where this person had gone, she realised he must be under the bed. <br><br>There was some shuffling biting her lip she saw a man no a boy crawling out from under her bed. She moved in front of the door. “Hello.” She smiled softly at him. “Are you alright?” She smiled softly offering him her hand. “I’m Vienne. How are you?” She bit her lip wondering if he would bolt past her. “Look if you want to go you can keep the things you took, it’s just…I just want to talk.” She smiled.<br><br>“I’m going to head downstairs to the kitchen and make myself something to eat. You can join me if you’d like, or you can go.” She ran a hand through her hair, she smiled slightly. Slowly she headed out of the room hoping that he would understand accept her offer of dinner. Heading into the kitchen she started to heat up the soup she made earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Partnership (~AT~ + BraveEarth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BraveEarth</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 07:13:18</strong>
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				Abraham looked at the girl as he quickly realized that she had him trapped... and had seen his face... thankfully he didn't have his factory mark on this set of clothes, he had carefully cut off the emblem sewed the cloth back well enough so it wasn't noticeable for shape. However she could clearly see his pale face, complete with crooked nose small lips and blue eyes. His brown cap hid his hair carefully and his eyebrows he had used homemade dye to give an impression of a lighter colour than the reality. <br><br>She didn't look very frightening or really give off any air of intimidation... but still he was hesitant having no loot to hold ransom and him being small enough that she could feasibly take him down if he tried to run for the streets.&nbsp; When she was cordial with him, even offering her hand to him it was stunning... frightfully so... her patient forgiving nature was something that he really couldn't understand. He was sure that she was going to pounce on him if he tried to actually leave.... Hell who offered their stuff to be stolen for the currency of conversation? He gently picked up his sack his eyes on her the entire time.<br><br>Her offer was something that he pondered... she could be stalling him for her husband or father to get back and then he would be good as jailed. ID number officially marked and no chance of having a unbiased look at him for the rest of his life. Although she might report him anyway only keeping true to her promise if he stayed... After internal debate for several minutes he finally decided to creep down to the kitchen, carefully peaking around the corner half expecting her to have a knife ready to lunge at him... or seeing that half her silver was missing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Partnership (~AT~ + BraveEarth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 20:40:30</strong>
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				She walked round the kitchen pouring two bowls of soup and two slices of bread; she poured herself something to drink before sitting down. Her back to the door she knew it was dangerous but he didn’t see like he was going to hurt her. He was scared and confused; she wanted to help him she wanted to know how he almost cracked her safe and how he knew where it was. Getting into her office was a feet unto itself without the added job of the safe. <br><br>The door opened slowly behind her, she reached her hand to the back of the chair beside her, and she slowly pulled it open. “All I have in my hand is a spoon…” She whispered softly “Please eat.” She smiled softly looking back over her shoulder. “Please.” She kept her voice calm and quiet knowing that if she raised it he was more likely to run away.&nbsp; “I have not called the police if you are worried, and there is no man in the house save yourself.” She smiled at him softly; she turned back round lifting the spoon to her mouth.<br><br>Vienna had unfastened her hair letting it fall over her shoulders in dark red curls, she hoped he wasn’t going to stab her in the back and hurt her. “I have chocolate cake if you finish your soup.” She bit her lip wondering if he was going to join her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Partnership (~AT~ + BraveEarth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BraveEarth</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 04:43:38</strong>
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				There wasn't any lie to her words as he looked down at the spoon his eyes going to the soup. She was tempting him with the one things that would work with him... and he could see meat in the soup... probably actual butchers meat... he licked his lips unconsciously.&nbsp; But he didn't eat till he saw her begin eating, she was so calm that it had him on edge. He ate quickly his hunger getting the better of him as he looked at her let her hair down...<br><br>She had beautiful hair red like blood slipping down her shoulders reminding him of the local miracle Mary statue that they had exposed a few days ago. When she offered him sweets he was hesitant he hadn't had sweets in years the factories didn't hand over such things, and they provided most of his meals. "Abraham" he said as he looked at her telling her his name... "that's my name" he said
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Partnership (~AT~ + BraveEarth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 04:58:01</strong>
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				She smiled as he started to eat, the he seemed to be enjoying the soup. He told her his name, she looked at him. “It’s a nice name.” She ran her fingers through her hair softly. “Would you like a job?” She smiled. “I can offer you £300 a month…clothes, food and if you need it, somewhere to stay.” Biting her lip she looked at him.<br><br>Standing up she headed to a tin, grabbing two plates and the last knife in the draw. Lifting the cake out, it had butter icing filling. She cut him a generous slice, placing it in front of him. “You got into my office…and nearly my safe, I’d like you to work for me.” She sat back down finishing her soup.
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				Post by: <strong>BraveEarth</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 01:12:42</strong>
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				Such an offer while eating nearly cause Abraham to let the broth sliding down his throat go down his wind pipe. He wouldn't be just another number anymore... with such money he would have wealth beyond his wildest dreams. He wouldn't be another factory rat, hell he would be able to afford things like meat and pattern. Hand made items.. a house... a dowry for a wife. He looked at her a moment she was well to do but he didn't think that she was that well. Maybe she was someone who was government where money was no option..<br><br>"Y-Yes of course" he said once he was done his ambition getting the better of him as he trusted her words to be true. "The safe wasn't that hard... it was just tedious... I was at it for an hour..." he said looking at the cake... he didn't eat much sweets due to lack of exposure.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 19:18:22</strong>
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				She smiled softly at him; she could see the joy in his eyes at the idea of the having money and being able to have a happy and full life. She bit her lip looking over at him. “Good…I’ll get you sorted with a room and tomorrow some new clothes and we’ll get a contract set up.” Smiling softly she ran her fingers through her hair. <br><br>“You nearly did it, I’m surprised really…it’s meant to be impossible.” She smiled warmly at him. “So...” She stood up pouring some wine. “How old are you?” She bit her lip slightly. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” She blushed slightly her fingers running through her hair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Partnership (~AT~ + BraveEarth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BraveEarth</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 06:43:45</strong>
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				Abraham listened to her level the scales as she listed all the things she would get done,speaking as if such things would take time and only that. Of course clothing seemed simple... unless she was going to have them be tailored to him. But to have it done by tomorrow seemed unrealistic for that. As for a room he wondered where he would sleep in the house. Perhaps the manor had its own quarters from servants which made the most sense. But which the excess amount of money he was earning he wondered.<br><br>"Nothing is impossible to crack, I mean sometimes you need certain tools... but that wasn't an impossible safe. Did you pay to have it made impossible? It was beautiful..." he said referencing the trim on the safe... although its beauty made him drawn to it. He listened to her questions about him finding them reasonable to answer. "I'm nineteen years old... I work in te factories they basically pay for me to barely live so I became a thief to gain money... this isn't the first time I was caught..." he began recanting the tale from when he was younger.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 03:44:46</strong>
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				She smiled at him as he thought about her offer he seemed to be receptive to it, running her fingers through her hair she smiled slightly. She could get him some clothes; one of her brothers was the same size and had some pieces left here so clothes for the moment weren’t a problem. Tomorrow she’d take him to the tailor, and set him up a bank account. <br><br>She smiled as he said it was beautiful but not impossible she smiled, “It’s meant to be impossible but then again it’s empty.” She smiled. “The safe is just for show the real one is hidden.” She winked. “The only thing I ask is that you don’t spend any money that I give you for 2 years, after 2 years you can choose to stay with me or you can leave, but I’ll be happy knowing that you can support yourself.” She smiled warmly at him. <br><br>He seemed to have finished his cake she smiled, “Why don’t I show you to your room, you can have a bath get changed and we can chat unless you’re tired then maybe an early night.” She smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair.
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