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message 1: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) Start when you have a charrie!


message 2: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
((Hey Mandy, would you mind if I recycled Bridin's first post from Trans?))


message 3: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
Mandy wrote: "[Just] Kendall wrote: "((Hey Mandy, would you mind if I recycled Bridin's first post from Trans?))"

((No problem. I'm doing the same thing. =) ))"


((awssie))


message 4: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
~10 years ago- Plymouth, Mass.~

Bridin watched from the shadows as the men barged into her middle class home bearing guns and all softs of things that looked harmful. The five year old girl stayed silent as a mouse -- like her mama told her -- and stood still.

"You!" a scary voice yelled, erupting in hr ears like trumpets way off key. Bridin heard a loud noise and a scream, opening her eyes to catch a glimpse. She immediately closed them again as her mother fell to the ground, blood blossoming on her ivory chest.
Her father was a strong man, but they soon had him restrained. Bridin cried out that time. "Papa!" His dark chocolate eyes, as warm as his ebony skin, filled with liquid fire. Tears. "Papa!"

The men were annoyed at this girl's calls. Who was she? They shot the black man quickly and his body fell just short of his daughter's hiding place. His lifeless eyes -- once so bright and loving -- stared into her own.

When the scary-men found her they dusted her off, told her she was fine, and shipped her to her grandmother's house. Her mother's side no less. They had no reason to think she was anything but an unfortunate little white girl who'd been caught up in some trouble.

~Now- Plymouth, Mass.~

Fifteen-year-old Bridin McCatherty's bright eyes were, for once, dimmed. Her hands were roped together infront of her and her ankles were attached by two loosely tied circlets and a short connecting rope. Her skin, creamy and unblemished as silk, was the colour of milky coffee. She looked like a girl with no troubles but the fact that she spent a moment too long in the sun. Her hair was the colour of her mother;s, only a few shades darker and curly like her father's. Her rubious lips were delicate and strong at the same time: careful and serene, yet full of power and will. Despite orders and oppression, deceit and familial betrayal, Bridin, the half-breed, stood tall.

That day's slave auction had begun.


message 5: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) When Tristan, David, and Molly Thomas were young children, they had a rich life. They never thought about the difference of people. How they lived or were treated. They never thought about the people who worked on their plantations, how they were never payed and how they were beaten.

No, they were carefree children who grew up happily. They always had what they wanted. They always were 'free'. But they weren't. Inside they knew something was missing. Something wasn't right. They felt a need. A need to fight injustice.

---10 years later---

"We'll take that one." David, Tristan, and little Molly stared up their father, who was pointing at a young man as if he was a piece of dirty cloth. "He looks strong." He raised his hand.

"SOLD! For thirty dollars!" Came the booming voice of the auctioneer.

The young man was pushed roughly toward them and thrown into the wagon the Thomas family had brought to the slave auction that year. A girl about 15 stood forward to take his place. (Bridin)

Something about the girl intrigued 16 year old David Thomas.

"I think we should have her." He whispered to his brother and sister.

Molly, 14, raised her eyebrows. "Her!?"

"Yes."

His brother, 18 year old Tristan had a dubious expression. "She wouldn't last a day. She's too weak."

David surveyed her again. The girl stood strait and almost had a proud look on her face. "No. I think she is strong. I know she is strong." He told his father, who spluttered. "She is too small and weak!"

"No!" David protested. "Please Father, she is strong! I know it!"

Tristan and Molly gaped. What had gotten into their brother?

His father hesitated. "No. I'm not spending money on nothing."

David glared, his brown eyes fierce. "Then I'll buy her." He did have enough money from a Christmas present from forever ago. He raised his hand, which was replied with a, "SOLD! For eight dollars!" At how close he was standing to his father, it could have easily been mistaken as his father who had raised his hand. His father blustered. David ignored him.

She's worth more then that, David Thomas thought. He spun to his brother and sister. "Promise me! Promise me that you will never tell her that it was me who bought her. Never!"

Molly and Tristan nodded at the intensity of their brother's deep mellow voice. "Promise." They said in unison, their brown and green eyes wide.


message 6: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
Bridin didn't protest as she was lifted off the 'stage', though she really wanted to. She glanced around quickly before the man holding her arms could tell her not to.

Due to the ropes on her feet, Bridin couldn't do much more than drag the soles of her once-covered feet that were now covered in dust and small scrapes. She refused to look down, seem humble. That wasn't her. They came to a stop in front of the man who had bought her.
((well..not technically, since David made it seem like the father bought her. So they stopped in front of the father. :P))


message 7: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) David's father grunted. "Toss her in the wagon."

"Gently!' David added harshly in his father's ear. Mr. Thomas did not repeat the words, but instead glared at his son. "We are going home now." He said sternly. "Get in the carriage."

Molly was shocked at her older brother's actions.

Tristan shrugged and hopped in, helping his sister, Molly, into the carriage.


message 8: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) ((I'm having deja vu.))


message 9: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
((hey me too! *high fives*))

((sorry, this should be my last copied post. It just works...perfectly...))

The man shrugged, smirked, and then dropped Bridin in the wagon so her knees hit the wood with a crashing sound. He huffed when she didn't make a sound and turned on his heel, disappointed.

Bridin prayed a silent prayer and shifted so she was leaning against the side: not an easy feat when you were tied up.


message 10: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) ((this should be mine too. =) ))

David folded his arms. "I'll walk."

Molly looked disapproving. "Gentry do not walk."

"I do. Are you coming?" You used to.

Molly sighed and stepped out of the carriage, stumbling a little. Tristan followed. "Well then, we'll all walk together."

Mr. Thomas growled, but signaled the carriage on. "See you at dinner. Promptly. You will not be late." He ordered.

Molly nodded for them. "Yes sir." She said meekly.

The carriage bumbled away on the dusty road.

The auction was over.


message 11: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
Bridin could just see over the top of the wagon and her blue eyes glinted in both amusement and caution. What were they doing? Better yet; what were they thinking?


message 12: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) Molly didn't look at the slaves. If she did, she knew she would glare and scream at her brother for purchasing that...that creature.

Tristan walked silently.

David kept blinking intently, staring at the ground as he walked. One hand was on the wagon and tracing the grain of the wood absently.


message 13: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
She looked away from them, unnerved, and began working at the ropes on her hands, not making much more than eyes contact with the man in the wagon with her.


message 14: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) David was still caught up in his thoughts.


message 15: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
Bridin managed to get her hands untied and worked on her ankles.


message 16: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) David glanced at all the slaves, particulary Bridin. He saw her untying herself. His eyes went wide and he shook his head, giving her a look that said, bad bad bad idea.


message 17: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
She looked up to see one of the gentry boys watching her. Bridin's lips quirked in an amused smile when she read his expression.


message 18: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) David kept shaking his head. Molly saw him. "David. What are you shaking your head at?" David stopped and shrugged. "Trying to make my ears pop."


message 19: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
She sighed and stopped untying her ankles; it hadn't been working anyway. At least that's what Bridin told herself.


message 20: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) David tossed a surreptious nod in Bridin's direction in approval.


message 21: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
((My hotel has wi-fi!!!))

She told herself it was good enough to just have her hands free, right? Bridin hoped so.


message 22: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
((I know! ehehehe))


message 23: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) Molly turned onto the cobblestone walkway to the Thomas house. David didn't notice except when Tristan tapped him silently on the shoulder. "Oh yes. Coming." He started toward the house then stopped and turned to the driver of the huge cart with the slaves.

"Where are the slaves going?" He asked questioningly. He had never pried or asked questions about the slaves before.

Molly and Tristan raised their eyebrows.

((You want to be the driver?))


message 24: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
((shuwah))

"Well, son, where all yer family's slaves go," the rotund man said, spitting tobacco over the side.

((xP))


message 25: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) ((Haha.))

"Well, er, where do they go?" David asked, feeling sheepish for not knowing this. Was there a slave house or something?


message 26: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
"Why, the slave house, son," he shrugged. "Din't ya know it?"


message 27: by Mandy (last edited Sep 03, 2010 05:41PM) (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) "Just wondering if you did." David replied lamely, bristling slightly. "Wouldn't want you to drop them off at the bakers."

Molly drew in a sharp breath.


message 28: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (last edited Sep 03, 2010 05:50PM) (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
The man smirked, his plump cheeks red from too much sun. "Son, not to worry. I done done this many a time 'afore."


message 29: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) (*Sun. It's my Grammar Nazi half speaking.)

"Right." David turned and walked with his siblings into the house, intending to check on this slave house as soon as he could get away.


message 30: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
((oops. Haha. I didn't even notice that, thanks Mandy! :D))

The man continued on to the slave house out back and unloaded the two new slaves roughly, pulling them into the house and locking them up.


message 31: by Mandy (last edited Sep 03, 2010 05:49PM) (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) David glanced back as he went into the house with his siblings. He made eye contact with Bridin.


message 32: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
Bridin's blue eyes narrowed at him and looked away.


message 33: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) ((dang. gotta go. bbl.))

David turned and walked inside to his dinner.


message 34: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
((Oh, okay. Talk to you later.))

She rubbed absently at the new rope around her right wrist, the skin red beneath the tough fibres.


message 35: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) David ate his dinner in silence. His father seemed ready to explode. His mother was biting her lip. Molly was tapping her fingers against the table. Tristan was methodically ate his dinner like David.


message 36: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
Bridin got her hands out of the ropes after a while, trailing her fingertips over the chafed skin of her wrists idly as she sat and waited for something to do.


message 37: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) David broke the silence. "Can I be excused?"

"May you be excused?" His mother corrected automatically.

"May I be excused?"

"Yes." His father said tersly.

David got up and darted from the room outside. He began walking in the direction of the slave house.


message 38: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
She brushed the damp waves of her light brown hair out of her eyes and tucked the tendrils behind her ears. Bridin leaned against the wall.


message 39: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) David reached the door. He knocked. But then he noticed it was bolted and blocked from the outside. "Whoops." He began unbolting it.


message 40: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
((pineapple! It reminds me of Psych.))

Hearing the clatter, Bridin looked up at the door steeling herself for possible trouble.


message 41: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) David hoped he didn't wake anyone up. He slowly opened the door.


message 42: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
((haha That's hilarious!))

She hid her surprise behind a bored look, resting her hands on her knees. "Hello."


message 43: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) ((*sighs* Isn't it amazing?))

David, who was looking in the other direction, spun and stumbled. Righting himself, he said. "Oh. Hi."


message 44: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
((very much so))

Bridin didn't bother to hide her smirk. "Have a nice trip?"


message 45: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) ((Yeah...))

David recovered his cockiness. "Loveliest trip I've had this week. Loveliest sights too." He held her gaze. His eyes held a mixture of admiration and stubborness.


message 46: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
"You shouldn't say such things," she shot back.


message 47: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) "I just did."


message 48: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
Bridin didn't look away from him, thinking it would be weak of her to. Her blue eyes held a silent challenge.


message 49: by Mandy (new)

Mandy  Harmon (mandyharmon) David's brown ones twinkled slightly, accepting the challenge. He sat down crossed-legged on the hard ground. His posture one of cool calmness and defiance. "So, I hope you're comfortable here. Are you?" He asked pleasantly.


message 50: by Ky, Hay gurl hay~ (new)

Ky (poeticshark) | 1731 comments Mod
She held up her untied hands, red around the wrists. "Am now."


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