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"You offered the gun to me, and you snooped through my room. I deserve to know."

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Elise groaned.
"It's…a dog collar. Just lemme have it, Haven! I should start calling you Heathen. Not too different."

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Havenwood sighed. "Fine, take it. My hands are busy." He gestured his elbow to a belt loop.

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(oof I see what ya did there)
Elise looked at it, then to Havenwood's face, then back up again. She got up and trotted over to him. It was rather strange being this close to him for a benevolent reason; the only time she had been before was when she was shutting the door in his face.
She reached to the belt loop and slowly eased out the gun. Her fingers brushed his waist for a mere second, and she startled, drawing herself and the acquired gun back.

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(hahaha you did it well, my friend)

Havenwood ignored her further and continued chopping apart the ox's bones, which was extremely grueling work, but he found the marrow of ox bones good in soups.

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Glancing back at him from her settlement on the floor beneath the couch, Elise unscrewed the stock with her teeth, and out of the pewter, casing came tumbling a rusty, iron chain, large enough to fit around an average food-deprived human's neck. And that's what it was. This wasn't a dog collar, it was a human collar. It had been hers when she was sixteen - taken as a slave of sorts for one of the most powerful gang leaders in the City. She had won her way out by selling her body numerous times. She shuddered at the memory and stuffed it in her pocket, closing up the gun and throwing it behind her where it skid to the floor next to Houston's feet.

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(oh god, prostitution. hates thinking about it I hate it when writers use that as a dramatic background.)

Havenwood picked it back up and back into his belt loop it went. He continued chopping up bloodstained bone, occasionally wiping sweat off of his forehead.

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(I know I hate it too, but it's a real thing, especially in the streets of the city, people need to be more aware)

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(I am very aware of it, and it makes me feel sick and ashamed of the American stature. Being a per say, woman, I can't imagine having to sell my body like that, especially to sick men who think they 'require' it. I'm getting more and more pissed off with America every day, and I'm only 15 (I'm really mature for 15, if you couldn't tell)!)

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(idk really what to do)

(And I think we can solve that with a time skip.)

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(To when they're about to sleep)
Elise heard some scuffling about in Havenwood's room, but she tried to block it, laying her head on the rug in the main room. It wasn't very comfortable at all, but it was a step up from her home in the city - her city bed was made of two sheets of thin flannel laid out on the cement floor. The old chain was tucked safely into her pocket. She'd have to find something to sew it up with later lest it fall out in front of Havenwood - that'd be a lot of questions she didn't want to have to answer.
(Make it happen it'll be interesting…in the middle of the night maybe? I'll make it happen)

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(She'll need a drink so she comes to get water, turns the lights on, they wake up Havenwood and as she's about to leave the chain falls out and he'll ask about it and idk it's a way of churning up some convo)

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(ugh i don't want to bring up her past too much. I really don't want an elaboration)

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(but the ship remember the ship it's like he has to have a reason. we don't have to address the pros. much at all, we'll just say, 'and, well…I sold…something of mine. to get out. it's the thing that's holding this goddamn chain.' or something like that. plzzz)

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(nooo pleaaaasee i hate prostitution, even if it's implied. It makes me feel really uncomfortable.)

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(So do I! But think about it, people read this and if they see it's bad then they'll be more aware and spread the word! Things like this have had the same effect on me! It's real stuff, m. Just one little thing. Like, an 'oh' or whatever, but if you don't like it than havenwood shouldn't like it either and have the best response. Trust me.)

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(nhohhohoohhh i'll totally look at this RP differently if you keep it, could you please just do something else?)

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(we'll give her something different than pros. How about…hard labor that almost killed her? That's how she bought her way out? We still have to discuss it with havenwood though. The ship must happen.)

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(Hard labor in… like unpaid labor, like FACTORY work?)

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(no, like making guns nonstop unpaid. it was a 'specialty' job for the large gang leader I suppose? Basic is, the work was absolutely terrible, but she got out of being a frickin slave for the guy.)

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(like, my thing is I don't want any… consensual sex in this. If by slave you mean hard worker with no pay, fine. If you mean sex slave, no. I probably should start mentioning that I don't like pros backgrounds in Rps… cuz I get them a lot.)

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(okie dokie. It's unpaid hard gun labor. now, let's.)
Elise groaned softly and licked her lips, to test their chappiness. Very. Rolling over, she tiptoed her way to where the kitchen was and felt for a pitcher and glass - assuming that's what he used. But without a light, her search was to no avail. She felt her way back to the electric light bulb, and pulled the switch, shielding her eyes as a light came on, much too bright from the previous darkness.

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Havenwood stirred as the light shone through the crack in his door. "THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He bellowed.