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mememaker ([info]mememaker) wrote in [info]memebells,
@ 2012-01-19 00:20:00

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Entry tags:[rated] nc17, [rated] pg, [rated] pg-13, [rated] pg13, [rated] r, [type] choices, [type] confession, [type] dark, [type] dreams, [type] hate, [type] horror, [type] love, [type] memories, [type] secrets, [type] serious, [type] shipping, [type] trust, [warning] possible triggers

IT'S A TERRIBLE LIFE
“The important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle.”

Sometimes, we don't all get what we want, no matter how much we struggle.

- Post as your character.
- Others respond after going to RNG and rolling 1-10.
- ???
- Profit!

1. scorned;
→ something you did was found out. You murdered someone, stole, lied, maybe you're involved in a relationship you should have never been in. Whatever the case is, you're disowned and outcast for it. Replier can be the one who hates you or wrapped up in the mess with you.
2. addiction;
→ you tried to resist for oh-so-long, but you just can't anymore. Welcome to the world of addiction. Maybe it's drugs, alcohol, sex, or something else entirely, but it's dragging you down. Replier can be attempting to confront you or on the downward spiral too.
3. cursed;
→ you've been cursed forever with bad luck. You can never make it big, you're always injuring yourself accidentally, or losing important things. Basically, whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. Replier can be attempting to help or wrapped up in he bad luck as well.
4. abandoned;
→ you were running from something bad. Cops, an enemy, maybe just an angry attack dog, but you were left behind by the person you thought had your back. Replier can be leaving you or trapped right along with you.
5. injured;
→ by your own hand, accident, or maybe an epic fight, you have been injured badly and need time to heal. Replier can be taking care of you or injured as well.
6. sick;
→ Poisoned, down with the flu, whatever, you're not feeling at the top of your game. Replier can be a caregiver or in the same boat.
7. apathy;
→ you just don't care anymore. You don't want anything, just go through the motions every day if you can even convince yourself to do that. There's nothing magical about life, no light anywhere. Replier can be attempting to help or feeling much the same as you.
8. running;
→ You robbed a bank, shot someone, or whatever you can think of that would get you on the road and running forever. You can never go back. Replier can be pursuing you or running along with you.
9. slave;
→ captured and sold unwillingly into it or you just lost a bet, you are now someone else's absolute and utter slave. You can never go back to how you were, not with how utterly broken you are. Replier can be a purchaser or in a similar situation.
10. random;
→ you want to do your own scene or combine something? Do it here!

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Let's see how this goes...
[info]topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-19 12:39 pm UTC (link)

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Re: Let's see how this goes...
[info]raggedy
2012-01-19 01:04 pm UTC (link)
[Rolled a nine. Is that alright with you? If not I'm up for giving the RNG another shot.]

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[info]topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-19 01:41 pm UTC (link)
[That's totally fine with me! :) ]

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[info]raggedy
2012-01-19 02:10 pm UTC (link)
He couldn't really remember much of his past anymore which was somewhat unfortunate since he was sure he used to be proud of what he did. Who he was. Now there was nothing. After a year or so of living as someone's pet, it'd just been easier to just try and forget it all. As far as he was concerned, being the last of his kind was what'd gotten him into this mess in the first place. So as much as it hurt, he'd made himself forget. It was easier this way.

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[info]topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-19 02:53 pm UTC (link)
Clopin, unfortunately, was trapped in the same situation. Some time ago, the Parisian gypsies had been discovered, and he had been sold into slavery. He had no way of finding out what had happened to his people, and after over a year, he doubted he ever would. Nothing killed a gypsy's spirit like being owned and trapped.

Yet, even with no hope, Clopin was often obstinate, leading to plenty of whippings. He had earned such a whipping already that day from mocking their master whilst performing (at the master's order, of course).

He staggered into the slave quarters, sitting down on the ground and peeling off his tunic. His back was a mess, new lash marks crisscrossing old, and he was chuckling softly despite the obvious pain he was in.

"Le maître really needs to get a sense of humor."

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[info]raggedy
2012-01-19 05:48 pm UTC (link)
"I don't really think a sense of humor would help. If anything it'd make him more likely to find a different way to punish you than a beating or two.", the Doctor sighed, already digging out a few bandages he'd hidden underneath his cot for just such an occasion. While it was true Clopin ended up bringing them on himself, it didn't mean he had to suffer through it entirely. The Doctor was numb to his own predicament, but that didn't mean he could just ignore the others around him.

A quick glance at the other's back was enough to make him cringe, as he took a seat beside the young man, shaking his head with a sigh. This was going to take a bit of time to heal, but knowing his 'sense of humor' the young man wouldn't get in enough before he crossed their Master's path again. "You can't keep doing this, you know...if these get infected even a change of bandages won't be able to help. And I doubt they'd bother bringing in a doctor for our sake."

He hesitated a moment before he forced himself up again, grabbing a pitcher of water and a basin to try and clean up at least a little of the blood staining his skin. "For what it's worth, I thought it was funny...", he murmured as he settled behind the other tapping his shoulder gently. "Sit still, I'll try to be quick, alright?"

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[info]topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-19 06:27 pm UTC (link)
"Well, at least he'd be more creative. The same old punishment gets boring!" And apparently, it also gets ineffective. As usual, Clopin was joking about their master's cruelty, though it would take a little time before he joked about it to his face again.

He glanced back at his companion, giving a gap-toothed smile. It didn't quite reach his eyes--it got harder and harder to fake smiles as time went on--but there was sincere gratitude there. "Bah, I lived on the streets of Paris for years. Infection can't do much to me anymore." He shrugged, then immediately regretted it and winced at the stinging pain that ran through his back. "Someone has to poke some fun at him, though I regret you have to deal with the aftermath."

He couldn't stop a small hiss when the water touched his raw flesh, spitting out a soft curse in French, but then he forced himself to relax. He didn't like showing pain. While over the year he'd come to trust his friend dearly, he still tried to keep a brave face on. He didn't want the Doctor to feel like he was broken too. "Merci, mon ami. At least someone appreciates me." Another self-deprecating grin. "My, my, sitting still longer than a minute? Quite a tall order, but for you, mon cher, I'll try."

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[info]raggedy
2012-01-19 06:59 pm UTC (link)
"For you maybe. He never seems to get tired of it." He frowned, unable to really see the humor in the predicament. Sure the other could try, but there were just some things you couldn't make light of. "At least not yet....and I'd hate to see whatever alternative he'd come up with. I think the man's better off without a sense of humor or creativity for our sake."

He didn't return the smile, knowing it was simply for show. None of them truly smiled anymore, it was nothing more than a waste of energy really. He couldn't help but give the other a concerned glance when he brushed off the matter of infection, shaking his head with a soft sigh. "You may say that now, but I don't think being sick will really work in your favor.", he frowned. Sure there was a chance the other would recover, but no doubt their Master wouldn't be lenient at all just because the other was bedridden. That would be too kind of him. And their master was anything but a kind man. "I'll check later and see if I can find a salve or two they don't miss."

He flinched a little at the soft hiss, biting back an apology as he forced himself to work through the other's pain. The longer he hesitated, the worse off he'd be. He sighed softly as he dipped the cloth again, brushing it lightly over the wounds. "You know I always do.", he chuckled softly as he finished up, grabbing the bandages gently. The sound was hollow, but the statement at least was sincere. "I think you can manage. I'm almost done anyways."

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[info]topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-19 07:47 pm UTC (link)
"Hmm, oui, he does seem to take a certain amount of joy in the whole thing." Which disturbed Clopin. What would happen if he stopped provoking the master one day? Who would catch the fury of the man's sadism? The question kept him acting out. At least this way, he knew who would get hurt. "Perhaps you have a point, but still, it wouldn't kill him to smile once in a while. The man acts like he's always at a funeral."

That gave him pause. His expression flickered, his eyes glancing back. "Don't try it, mon ami. He's in a mood, and he'll be keeping an eye on us." That was one thing he couldn't stand. He hated it when his friend got whipped. He could deal with getting whipped himself, but he hated the Doctor being punished... especially for his sake.

Clopin did his best to bite back any more sounds. He just bit his tongue, giving the Doctor a nod. "Merci, mon cher." It was sincere thanks, both for his support and his continued help with his wounds. He didn't know what he would have done if his friend weren't with him, but he probably would have died a while.

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[info]raggedy
2012-01-19 08:03 pm UTC (link)
"He does smile. Only when he's being cruel, of course...what would you expect from a man like him?", he asked softly, keeping his tone hushed since they'd gotten in trouble the last time for 'slandering' the man. "You wouldn't want to see it anyways. It's less of a smile, more of a baring of teeth really. Still gives me nightmares if I think too much on it."

He frowned at the other's warning, but forced himself to nod along anyways. The other knew how to read their Master the best, it'd be more than foolish to not trust him. Besides, the last slave caught stealing did end up missing a hand. The Doctor wasn't quite sure he could grow a new one and he wasn't really all too keen on trying. "He's always in a mood.", he murmured as he finished up with the bandages, ruffling the other's hair gently when he was set. "I wonder what's brought it on this time. He's used to your jokes, it couldn't be that alone."

He shrugged at the thanks, handing the other a spare tunic from the cupboard. Probably the last one he'd had that wasn't torn to shreds from the whip. "You always watch out for me...it's the least that I can do.", he shrugged, unable to help but feel a bit awkward. He never really knew what to say when the other thanked him. It'd been far too long since he'd heard those words. "Just please, go a little easy on yourself until those close up, alright?" He didn't want to lose the only friend he had here.

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[info]topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-19 08:40 pm UTC (link)
Clopin gave the Doctor a small, fond smile. Perhaps he couldn't really make sincerely happy smiles anymore, but fondness? Affection? He was more than capable of that. "Perhaps business isn't quite as booming as he's used to. Can't help but feel that it's only deserved."

The man nodded in thanks, putting on the tunic carefully--maybe if he asked really nicely, one of the female slaves would sew some of the tears in his other clothes--and then flashing another gap-toothed grin, just a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "I'll do my best, mon ami, but I have a nasty habit of getting into trouble." As if that needed saying.

He pulled himself up, his movements a little stiff, and then sat on the edge of his cot, picking up his lute from its foot. That was one thing he was glad for. His use as a slave often lay more in his ability to play music and perform than in his ability to do simple grunt work. In order to keep one's slave good at music, one has to allow the slave to keep his instrument so he can practice and stay sharp.

He started tuning the instrument, plucking the strings and humming softly. "You're tense, my friend. Sit with me and relax. The work is over for the day."

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[info]raggedy
2012-01-19 09:23 pm UTC (link)
"I agree. Though you know we'll have to hear about it sooner or later. I think I prefer the silence over listening to that mess. Then again, I've never been a fan of slave traders to begin with." He shrugged, cleaning up the mess of blood soaked rags and red tinged water while the other spoke. He was able to return the smile however, a little too fond of the other to act coldly with him. He could often keep himself closed off from the others here, but this young man was different. He really couldn't figure out why though.

"That's an understatement if I've ever heard one. Luckily you have me to keep you from getting a little too deep though.", he chuckled softly, watching as the other pulled himself to his feet. It was almost too painful to watch really, but he wanted to make sure the other didn't fall. It wasn't really his place to dote on the other man, but every now and then he allowed himself that. It almost made him feel like himself again to have someone to worry over.

"I am relaxed...sort of.", he frowned, joining the other anyways. "I'm not used to this yet....sitting around I mean. I don't really need as much sleep as you do so it's harder for me to just settle." He used to wander the slave quarters to busy himself, but since their Master was in a mood tonight, there was no way he'd be allowed to roam in the middle of the night. With the man's short temper it'd more than likely be seen as an escape attempt or something of the sort. He forced himself to smile as he looked to the other, even if it only made him slightly more anxious. "For you though, I'll try."

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[info]topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-19 10:08 pm UTC (link)
"Bah, neither have I. Maybe we'll be lucky and he'll only rant about it to other traders." Clopin had a way of weaseling past people's defenses and making them get close. Perhaps that was why. Or maybe there was another reason.

"Lucky me. And lucky you, for having someone keep your life exciting." Clopin could deal with doting. He knew it helped his friend to have someone else to worry about, and he didn't mind playing the role. He flashed another fond smile, nudging the Time Lord gently with his shoulder. "Good on you. Sitting around wasn't much of a hobby of mine either, but it's not as if we can climb onto the roof and walk around town, now can we?"

The lute was tuned. He started playing with no particular song in mind, but it sounds beautiful anyway. Sad but soothing, like a mother singing her child to sleep. "When we gypsies were trapped in one place for a while, we usually passed the time with music and stories."

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[info]raggedy
2012-01-19 10:50 pm UTC (link)
"That's a rather big maybe with the way our luck's been lately. I'm sort of keeping my fingers crossed though since I'm pretty sure that's eventually going to change. I'm sort of hoping it'd be on something a bit better than an unwanted conversation or two." He forced himself to simply stop thinking about that for now, instead focusing on their conversation. He could always sort himself out later.

"I know, right? And here I thought being trapped here would make my life extremely dull. Maybe you're that streak of good luck in my case....which in turn is terrible as it's bad luck for you.", he shrugged as he ran his fingers through his hair, unable to help but smile a bit at the nudge. "I really wish we could do that. I think I'd give anything to be able to see something other than the walls of the estate, don't you?"

The music was a bit sobering, the soft notes seeming to make his chest ache just a bit. "What kind of stories?", he asked softly, his fingers tapping lightly against his leg. "I used to know a lot myself, but I hardly think I can remember any anymore..."

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[info]topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-19 11:53 pm UTC (link)
"Oui. I'd give anything to just run on the roofs of Paris again, or even just to see them. These walls and the grounds are all boring and severe, just like the people. No place for the likes of us." He likes it when his friend smiles. He makes a point of trying to get at least a couple out of him every day, even if they're only tiny brief ones.

He kept playing, closing his eyes briefly and leaning back against the wall, shifting so he wasn't putting pressure on his lashes. "Many different kinds. Personal ones, historical ones, cultural ones... we traveled so much that we found many along the way." He opened one eye, looking at the other man carefully. "That's a pity. Stories are wonderful things." Then he closed that eye again. "But I'm happy to fill your head with more, if you like."

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[info]raggedy
2012-01-20 01:08 am UTC (link)
"I think they're supposed to be. I mean you're right, they do match his personality quite a bit.", he sighed as he played a little with his sleeve, not wanting to really dwell on the subject of the outside world for too long. He'd been free to roam once, to see the world as he pleased. Now he only caught it in glimpses when their Master felt the need to boast about owning an 'exotic species' of sorts. "I agree though...we don't belong here."

He watched as the other shifted, sparing just a glance to make sure he hadn't been in too much pain. His friend had suffered enough for one night, he'd just have to make sure he didn't get in trouble from now until at least the morning. Though with the young man that was often easier said than done. "You must miss it a lot then...especially if it came with all those stories.", he sighed softly, his expression somewhat lost. He forced himself to hide it once more when the other looked his way, biting anxiously on his lower lip. "Would you? I'd love to hear some.."

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[info]topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-20 01:47 am UTC (link)
"Hmmm." If this had been a year ago, he would have added in an optimistic note about how they would surely find a way to escape. He didn't. He looked up at his friend, not needing to see his expression to know that he was lost. Everyone was lost in this place. "I'd be happy to, mon cher."

A happy story. He'd tell a happy story. "Have you ever heard a gypsy folktale?"

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[info]raggedy
2012-01-20 02:57 am UTC (link)
He'd allowed himself to settle as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the other while he played. He rarely had the chance to listen when the young man was forced to and even then the songs and music he'd always been told to play was nothing like the ones he knew when it was just them. Sure the notes were almost melancholic, but still they were still beautiful. The pain the song brought forth was bittersweet, a feeling he wanted to hold onto instead of the general numbness that often came with their daily work and chores around the estate. He snapped back to attention when he realized the other spoke, nodding a bit belatedly with a grateful smile on his lips.

"I don't believe I have.", he sighed softly, his attention on the other instead of scattered all over as it so often was.

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[info]topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-20 03:40 am UTC (link)
Another smile. Clopin smiled at his friend before looking down at his lute, continuing to pluck the strings. He loathed playing for their master--he was always treated like some kind of trained animal--but he liked playing for himself and the other slave. This was music that came from the heart.

"Non-gypsies rarely do." His fingers started to dance across the instrument. As he flicked through his mental store of stories, he got more absorbed in the soft music. Finally, he picked one that wasn't meant to be a morality tale. The morality tales were always rather horrifying.

"A long time ago in a forgotten kingdom, there were three peasant brothers. Two were wise, but the youngest was a fool. They were poor and their mother, ailing, couldn't do the things she used to. The brothers had to support their family, but their village was small and had no work for them to do, so slowly but surely, they were succumbing to poverty and hunger.

"The king of the land had a daughter ripe for marriage, but he was a superstitious man and he didn't trust any traditional methods of picking a suitor. The king decided on a plan to find his daughter's future husband, and then he declared that there would be a feast. Every man of the land and beyond was welcome, rich or poor, able or crippled, royal or simple."

He began slowly, his eyes getting distant, as if he were actually there. Listening to him, one could believe that he was speaking from personal experience. He spoke as a natural story-teller, someone who's spent his whole life telling stories to help others escape the evils of the present.

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[info]raggedy
2012-01-20 10:35 am UTC (link)
He nodded at the other's statement, figuring that it was more than likely the truth. Sure his friend had stories to share, but so often those had been saved for his family. Most outsiders probably either wouldn't find any merit in them or not listen at all. Still, it made him feel a little better that he was willing to share, even if he didn't know whether the Time Lord would care for it at all.

He gave the other his full attention as he spoke, unable to really help getting a little invested in the story and the way his voice rose and fell with the notes he played. The music only seemed to add depth to the story, nothing more than an echo beside the other's words. He settled into the story a bit slowly, letting the other lay out the scenes without question. No doubt he'd have a few questions if he chose to think about it, but he couldn't bring himself to at the moment. He just wanted to forget where they were, even if it was only for a story.

He smiled softly as he watched his friend, shifting a little to sit upright.

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[info]topsyturvygypsy
2012-01-20 02:37 pm UTC (link)
It'd be easy to poke holes in the story. After all, it was a folk tale. Nonetheless, Clopin talked like it was real, his fingers continuing to dance on the strings.

"The wise brothers went to the feast. The fool wished to go as well, but they said, 'Our mother is ailing and you're just a fool. You'll just embarrass us at the feast, so you are more use here.' So reluctantly, the fool remained home, tending to their mother. At the feast, the king gave a grand announcement: that his daughter was in a room on the second story of the castle tower. Whosoever could jump up from the ground and kiss her would be her husband. Surely, a man who was able to complete this impossible task would only be able to do so with the blessing of God, and was meant for the princess.

"At first, only noblemen tried to kiss the princess, but all of them failed. The wise brothers returned to their home and spread the news. The next dayTh king announced that peasants may attempt to kiss the princess. The wise brothers decided to go and try, but when the fool tried to come, they said, 'Our mother is ailing and you're just a fool. You'll just embarrass us at the castle, so you are more use here.' Reluctantly, the fool stayed.

"After the wise brothers had left, his mother asked him to go out and fetch water. He went out, dragging his feet and looking as if a rain cloud were following him. When he came to the stream in which he usually got water, a bush by the shore rustled. 'Fool,' it said, 'you come here every day with a smile on your face, but today, I see no smile.' A faerie woman rose from the bush, for it was she who was speaking. 'To see that smile again, I will give you a wish.'

"'All I wish is for a silver suit of armor, a grand steed, and a cudgel.' The faerie gave him what he asked for, along with a small sum of money. The fool dressed himself in armor and rode his horse down the way to the castle. Along the path, he overtook his wise brothers. To keep them from recognizing him, he brought down his cudgel on their heads, knocking them out, and gave each five ducats."

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