What you own

Raziel: I rolled my eyes like she had and stepped back. "Not a very attractive bunch they have hear." I mumbled to myself. It was a lie sort of... They all looked... healthy-ish.

Name: Carmella Drake
Age: 17
Buyer (Family is.)
Appearence: layered Neon green hair to her waist, large black eyes, pale skin, an innocent though emotionless looking face, tear drop tattoos under one eye, very thick and long eyelashes, a prostetic arm, medium height and very thin.
Note: A tech-head who got her arm ripped off in one of her dad's factories, pretends to be daddy's little girl. No one knows her true agenda's.

Name: Nickoli
Age: 18
Pet
Powers: Carrie style powers- making things move and messing with people's organs. If he knows hiw it works and can picture it in his head, he can do whatever to it. He has crazy seizures because of this though.
Appearence: Slightly upturned large lizard like eyes, olive toned skin, shaggy over grown hair that comes over his eyes and just to his shoulders, very tall and lean although pretty skinny, as though he'd been starved a bit.

Billi: "Sorry. They dont give us alot of food." I told him, moving away.

Raziel: i laughed, a rich noise. "I didn't say you were all thin." (I think I'mma add a new buyer as well.)

(Nickoli has dirty blonde hair btw. I forgot to wrote that and it was gonna bother me for a minute. Where can I come in?"

Billi: "We also have a lack of hair cuts and clothing styles here." I pointed out. "So are you gonna buy one of us, or just keep staring us down?" I asked him. My voice with a steel edge.

Name: Devany Chance
Age: 20
Buyer
Appearence: Tall, modelesque, bright purple eyes, thick, dark eyelashes, long aubergine hair, tanned, long limbs, has the enegry of a cat about her.
Personality: She is dangerous and sly, quick and cunning
Other: She doesn't work... She just makes money. She has had numerous slaves before and has a reputation about the lab. She carries a sliver whip in a pouch on her hip.

Raziel: "Y'know, staring could be quite fun." I shrugged, having fun while the girl got annoyed. I looked up to see a purple haired woman walk into the lab, a short white dress contrasting with her tan skin.

Nickoli: I quietly watch from my cage everything that's going on. If I don't talk, I won't be chosen. At least here, I know what is waiting for me. I croutch further back into the shadows and wait for the voices to go away.

Carmella: "Hm? Daddy? Are you sure I can't have one? Positive? I really do want one?" I smile as he changes his mind and hangs up the phone. I press a button in my watch and start looking around. "Hmm..." Who to pick?

Devany: I looked into one of the cages with a skinny looking boy. He looked like he was stable, almost a good choice. "Say something, please." I said, using my best behavior here.

Billi: "Whatever." I grumbled, scooting back in my cage. I hugged my knees to my chest.
"Ahh, i see you have found 13. Good choice. Strong, but very independent. If you are going to take her, i would find someway to work on her additude." A man in a lab coat started explain to the guy who was looking at my cage. It angered me that they talked about me like i wasnt even here. Sometimes i wish this cage didnt keep my powers at bay and i could attack them.

Nickoli: I bite my tongue and decide to stare at her blankly. I'm stupid, I think. I don't even understand what you're saying, and if I could I'd just drool all over myself to begin with. You. Don't. Want. Me. But I can't shove thoughts into someone's mind. Instead, I cock my head and look as confused as possible, hoping it works.

Raziel: I nodded and handed over a bit of money. He handed me they key to her cage. I was honestly surpirsed I wasn't here with my power... Being invincible was normally something to watch. They pulled her to her feet and handed her to me. I took her hand, gently enough as to give her some security, and asked her her name in a soft voice.

Dev: "Stop the act, boy." I sad, more acid. "I've seen many a slave act stupid and you don't make the cut for best actor of the year."

Billi: I yanked my hand away from him. Tense, and ready to run if an opertunity showed itself. "Billi." My eyes darted around the room to the exits. A guard stood at each.

Nickoli: I look at her and bite my cheek again. "Well then, you'd know I'd make a bad pet," I say quietly.

Devany: i gave him a small smile of white teeth. "No, I never said I was looking for an actor. Or a pet." i said, spitting the word. I hated that... Slave didn't bother me, but pet... It seemed to much like torturing. I didn't want to torture.

Billi: I started towards the door, only to be intersepted and brought back to the guy who bought me. "Let me go!"

Raziel: i laughed a little and then pulled out a leash. "i can use it if needs be." I warned her.

Nickoli: "Well then, what do you want?" I ask frankly, emotionlessly. My eyes don't stray from hers as I wait, still hoping that she'll leave.

Devany: "I need someone to help me around the house." I explained like he was slow.

Nickoli: "I'm not a house main. I'm not a butler. I'm not a chef. If you have kids you want me to watch, I'll kill them like it's nothing. If you make me be polite, I'll set your house on fire and laugh while it burns." Suddenly, I see a familiar shadow and sink back further into my cage. The doctor.

Devany: "I can make you do whatever I want." I smiled and let the doctor stand in front of the cage.

Billi: I groaned softly and glared at him. "Fine. lets just get out of here." I assumed he knew the rules. I had to be returned my night fall, no exeptions. Not that i wanted to come back here.

Doctor: "Ah, Ms.Chance. Hiw lovely to see you back here again." I shake her hand and then look at the cage, frowning a bit. "You were looking at number 38, ma'm?" He retracts further into his cage at the sound of his number.

Dev: I smiled and nodded politely. "He seems like a good choice for some housework and brunt labor. Is he strong?" I asked, hoping that he wasn't strong enough to make me do anything drastic.

Doctor: "He is in the middle. He is able to do some heavy liftig, but not much for too long. He is a good one, 38, but dysfunctional." I lean down and whisper,"He is prone to unpredictable seizures."