Apples, Blood, and Other Red Objects.

[Chereé]

Chereé said on the kitchen table, her legs crossed daintily, her silk white dress clinging to her bosom and then flowing freely at the bottom. She had a knife, and she was peeling a lush red apple, as red as her deep ruby eyes. She'd always hated the skin, and had just a bit of skill with a knife due to her pirate days, so it didn't matter the much. Her long white hair, which faded into lavender at the ends, was untamed excluding a few random braids here and there.

There really wasn't much going on lately, the last action she was in was a week ago with a sadistic master, whom had just killed himself by flinging himself out the gates as Chereé stood by quietly. She wasn't entirely sure why he'd done it, he had claimed that the curse was a lie and he had to prove it to her so that they could go somewhere or something... outwardly she shrugged. It didn't matter; he was a wuss anyway.

She was listening to French opera music, and she quietly hummed along. It was just past ten in the evening, and the mansion was only alive with lurkers. Chereé could hear the crickets barely audible underneath her tunes, telling her it was a warm and humid night, although not a cloud in the starry sky.

Surprising, the knife in her hand slipped and went into her skin. "Oh, merde!" she cursed (meaning oh shit in french), the knife clattering to the tile floor along with the apple, which rolled, only half skinned, across the floor and away, while Chereé sat there, pouting over her small cut.

[Jester]

Jester tend to get bored really quick around this place. There is only a few things in this huge house that can keep him happy. But being bored right now, Jester just walked around. He did recall that one of the Masters in this home went nuts and ran out of the house and killing himself. While wondering around the halls of this prison, Jester heard some music. As he followed the music, it was clear that it was French and it became more clear that it was a French opera.

Even a crazy person like him can enjoy a good opera. There had to be kind of balance in his mental little mind. He could himself in the kitchen of the home and heard something drop. Walking it, Jester just saw a half peeled apple rolling to his feet. Picking the apple up from the floor, he looked around and saw a pretty little thing sitting at the kitchen table. It was pretty clear to him what she was doing.

Tossing the apple up in the air and letting it fall into his hands and kept doing the samething as he walked to the table. "My my my.... Such a waste. Dropping a food on the floor. Such a naughty little thing."

[Chereé]

"Oh, je suis désolé, monsieur," she apologized sympathetically, her hand on one of her cheeks as she tilted her head to the side sweetly, unable to hide the smile from her lips and the coy look in her ruby eyes. "I did not realize that I had dropped it. Would you like me to cut one for you?" she offered with her french accent unconsciously strong in her voice, flashing her pearly whites for a moment as him, and then looking away and biting her lip. "Or would you prefer something more delicious?" She giggled, dropping from the table and picking up the knife again, twirling it in her hands and smiling at him slyly.

She had heard about this man before; the one with the strange mask always on his face. She'd been warned not to mention it to him; but rumor was that he'd some his face to a lucky slave or two. There were different sides about what exactly he was hiding, but Chereé didn't really care about his face; she wondered if he had anything of value, perhaps a necklace or a ring... that was what she craved; she could care less about mysteries.

[Jester]

"To the point are we?" Keeping the apple in his hand, Jester threw it to the side in the trash can. Something more delicious? Oh the fun on what it could be her idea of delicisous. But seeing her twirling the knife as she picked it up made it clear to him that she knew how to use a knife. After all he does have his own custom knife. But even to him, he knew that she was aiming for something.

Placing his hands on the table, he leaned inforword a bit, using his arms to support him. His tiltied his head to the right a bit as he looked at the girl. Behind his mask his eyes went up and down on her body. Such pretty hair to match with her eyes and dress. Something told Jester that she used her looks to get what she wanted. "Well then, what's on the menu?" He'll play along for now and see how it goes.

[Chereé]

"Would you prefer me to make small talk, monsieur?" she questioned. "Why, that would be as boring as eating mere apple skin! It's the juiciness underneath that you crave, is it not?" she inquired, winking at him and giving a carefree laugh. She took the knife and lazily ran the blade along her collarbone, watching him.

"Oh, monsieur, it is a buffet, all you can eat," she told him, making her ruby eyes wide. "Anything in this kitchen," she named, opening her arms out before him so that her long silky white sleeves spread out like wings, twisting her leg to the side so that her thigh look even more desirable, "anything in this kitchen, for the mere price of...: One. Diamond. Necklace." She bit down on her plush lips to hid another smile, leaving a long pause for a moment. "Pick your choice, monsieur, and you pick good, now. What will it be? Apple? Knife? Table? ...Dress?" she offered, throwing back her head and laughing. "Monsieur would look very lovely in dress, that he would," she promised him with another wink, hoping he had a necklace for her.

[Jester]

He was right about a few things. She was aiming for something and used her looks to get it. To bad for her that Jester likes to play games like that too. She was using her body to get to Jester and he just smiled behind his white mask. A little girl trying to use her looks on Jester? That's not the easiest thing to do when it came to him. Other men might fall for it, but Jester knew better than to fall into his own kinda of game.

From a simple apple to a her dress. "Well I just don't know." Having his arms leave the table, Jester was standing up right. With his head snapping to the other side, he walked over to the girl. He got close to her, enough to see into her pretty little red eyes. "From the Apple to the dress. Oh what a Master to do?" His voice was soft and sounded sweet, his right hand ran up her dress. Only having his finger tips touch her dress. With the leather gloves, Jester couldn't really feel the dress, he could tell it was there. "I don't know my petit princesse. It all sound to good." Jester knew some French, after all, he did play games with others.

[Chereé]

Chereé threw her head back and laughed again; silly master, trying to act like he knows french. "Je t’attends à la prochaine… si tu continues à importuner ma petite, tu me trouveras et tu finiras par prendre un beignet sur le nez," she giggled in a chiding tone, sure that he would not know what it meant. "I thought you did not like to play games, monsieur; let us not handle just the apple skin," she whispered alluringly, flicking away his hand with the blade of the knife. "No necklace, no touch," she said, shrugging and putting a hand on her curved hips defiantly, the knife ready behind her back. She would not have him if she could not get her treasure.

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translation:
Just you wait…
if you continue to importune (touch) my petite,
you will find me and finish with your nose smashed.

[Jester]

Jester the grinned under his mask. A slave that was trying to be smart? He did back off a bit when she flicked his hand away with the knife. No necklace, no touching. Well if she wanted a necklace, she should have said so. With his back turned, Jester took a few steps forword. Counting under his breath until he was about ten feet away. Turning back around to face the little slave, Jester's right hand went into his long black coat. "Necklace? Lets see what I have."

And with one quick movement with his right hand, Jester's metal wire would be around her neck. From pulling the wire out, uncailing it, and having it whip around her neck was all in one quick flick of a wrist. "Well here it is!" With a pull, the wire around her neck would tighten and having his own bit of energy going on the wire, cutting it would be a hard task to do. "Now then... How do you like it?" His voice was like that of a mad man that enjoyed thing kind of thing. The wire would tighten more and more under she spoke.

[Chereé]

Chereé gave a gasping laugh, her hands instinctively pulling at the wire around her neck. "Very clever, monsieur," she said breathlessly, falling to her knees as she tried to get it off her neck, "but I'd said diamond, no? This is no way to treat a lady, monsieur, c' est une honte!" The last bit came out as a squeak and in vain she slashed at the wire with the kitchen knife, but it merely made that ear hurting sound and did nothing---it was metal, after all.

After a moment of thought she reached up, her face turning from skin tone to red from the lack of air, but she had overheard her old mates when she had been a sailor speaking of this; it was just a chain, there was so knot or circle. The noose will kill, but the whip will only coil. So she found the end of it and unspun it from around her neck, hurriedly standing up and gasping for breath, stepping one foot back in a ready stance, the knife extended out as her face turned back to its original shade. "You will not trick me again, monsieur," she told him gleefully, flipping her silky hair from her shoulders causally so that her ruby earrings sparkled. "I am not like other slaves," she smirked, her red eyes gleaming like the diamond she so desired.

[Jester]

Seeing that she got free from his metal wire was something. Not many broke free like that as they just gave into him. She was a much spirited one than his Puppy was. With a flick of his wrist, the wire came back into his hand, and Jester just gave out a small laugh as he put the wire away. He could see the knife was still in her hand and Jester thought it was just funny. With his left hand, Jester took out his custom knife that had a finger hole where the grip and the blade met.

"My my... A slave like yourself should know your place." Jester took small steps as he walked forword at her. His knife was spinning on his middle finger. He liked the spirit that she had, it only meant that Jester had to knock it down. "What if I said that I did have a Diamond? Would you still it form me? But then again if you want a diamond for your body.... Wouldn't that just make you a high price whore?"

[Chereé]

"Actually, I prefer the term 'hussy' myself," Chereé giggled, flashing him a movie star smile. "But it doesn't matter what you call me, does it, monsieur?" she whispered, her fingers trailing along her own body, clearly shaping her figure, taunting what was not his. "If you had a diamond, perhaps we could arrange something to benefit both you and I," she offered, giving him the hot once-over with her ruby eyes.

"You're a dirty man, and I should pay you two diamonds for someone like me; back in the day, men used to pay two chests full," she bragged, flipping her hair again and sniffing, "but I guess just at a glance you can't tell what I can do; I'm sure you'll pay more a second time, though," she said, smiling knowingly at him.

"It's sad that you have to now finger you petty knife for satisfaction," she mocked, indicating the hole on his weapon. "Childish boy," she cooed, tilting her head to the side a bit with a look of amusement in her wicked eyes.

[Jester]

"Childish? Oh that word won't suit me at all. Maybe a crazed boy would be a better suiting." With a quick step forword, he held his knife upside down, and he made sure to aim for her arm. But his right hand went in and would grab the arm that held the knife she hand. When his hand grabbed hold, he would then pull her, and use his left elbow to slam into her back. He could then pin her arm that held the knife down and his left elbow would be pushing into her back to hold her still.

His powers in this house did make him feel stronger and he moved much more faster than he did outside of this house. In someways, there was a up and a down side to everything. All the slaves he could want, but some of them had a mouth on them. Having powers that no human can do but being stuck in this house. When having her pinned, he would lower his head to her ear level. "Now then.... I could always force it." He smacked his lips under his mask once as he waited to hear her.

[Chereé]

"Well excuse me, I meant foolish boy," she laughed, but gritted her teeth a little. He was getting annoy; she just wanted the damned diamond, what the hell was his problem? She kicked her back leg up and hit his face, using that same power to flip around and twist her wrist out from his---although at the sacrifice of loosing the knife---her body flipping upside down and landing on her bottom on the other side. She made a small 'hmph'ing sound as she hit the bottom, the air slightly knocked out of her, but other then that she was alright. She quickly slid away on all fours and took refuge behind a wooden kitchen chair.

"Va te faire foutre!" she spat, sneering at him from behind the wood like an angry animal. "You cannot even deal like a civilized man, c' est une honte!"

She wished she had that knife back so that she could let him feel the pain of how disgraceful he was; then she would throw his wounded body out those gates and loot his room for all he was worth!... if she knew which room it was. No matter there! She was sure someone else knew---now... how could she get a hold of that knife? She bit her lip and considered, but it was too close to him. She spied a whole tray of steak knives on the counter just a couple feet off, and so she positioned herself to leap for them next time he was distraction; as soon the bloody bastard probably would be, her horse play had caused a rip in her expensive fragile silk material, and it ran right up to her thigh, exposing her to lingering eyes.

[Jester]

She was indeed a strong spirted one and he loved that. Nothing like a little fight to get the blood pumping all around. When she broke free and left the knife on the table. Jester picked it up and threw it out the window. It really didn't do much but he just felt like doing it. But when she tried to go for the steak knifes on the side, Jester quickly took out his metal wire and attached it to his custom knife.

A weapon that he rarly uses but seeing as this one is being a bad little girl, he needs to beat her down. Spinning the wire around over his head, Jester launched the wire that had the knife at the end and aimed for her knee to stop her from moving around.

[Chereé]

Chereé cried out as it struck her, the knife itself slinging back into the cabinets and leaving a big gash in her calf. It hurt like hell, but what was she to do? God damn it, she'd only dropped a freakin apple. "Bastard!" she shouted madly, glaring at him and gritting her teeth. "God damn mother fuckin bastard!"

She didn't like being cut; she'd hated it when she accidently cut her finger when skinning an apple. She tried to hold it, but knew better. She quickly stood up and lunged towards the knives, managing to get one and threw it like a dagger towards his chest; she usually had a good aim, but as furiously as the blade had spun around it was too much to the left of him, due to her currently bad leg. It was healing, thankfully, due to the curse, but she still hated him all the same.

Like hell even five diamonds would suffice now.