Re: Holding Pens: Jackson
Isaiah listened, truly interested by the little story. His lips perusing slightly as he took noticed of settled gestures and twitches of the other. When he's tale ended, the master let the boy's jaw go. "You have not learned lesson fully. You still lack the ability to follow one simple order fully." Isaiah accused, noticing the others eyes dropping. It wasn't right for a slave to stare a master into the eyes and that had been the point. Isaiah expected this order to be follow ; no matter what.
"You are disappointing. Not right for proper sale. Damaged and disobedient." His voice was cold and his expression hard. "When master gives you order you are to follow without thought. You will need work." Looking away from Jackson, he looked to the handler. "I vill not pay more than 550." This was ridiculous and Isaiah was going to fix the problem. In his mind, he had nothing better to do with his time.