Waiting to be sold(Open)

[Solin]

Deep in the back of a store in Tatooine sat the young Felication, he was curled up holding onto his legs.
Solin slowly scratched a mark in the side of the cage, another mark of how many days he had been in this cage.

Every now and then people would pass by his cage and peer inside only to see his glowing feline eyes in the dark.
Eventually all of them passed, no one would want him anyways he wasn't a Twi'lek.

After hours the feeding man came by and threw a pile of slop into Solin's cage, he looked at it and reached forward slowly.
As he was reaching forward a prehensile tongue shot it's way across the isle and swiped up the vile meat or whatever it was.
Solin sniffled a little and curled back up into the corner.

He wanted so much to see his mother again, even though he knew she was gone forever.
After a moment several more people came by his cage and looked at him, after talking to the slave owner they looked back into the cage at him.
Solin hissed at the woman who was closer and she backed away.
The slave owner immediately pulled him from the cage and dragged him down into a basement.

Strapping him to a large rack the man pulled out a large metal pole and began beating him, a half hour or so later Solin's leg was broken and he was pulled back upstairs and thrown into his cage.
Coughing several times he curled back into the corner and started licking his wounds clean.

Daylight shone through a high up window and he waited for something to happen.

[massakre]

Siris walked into the store looking around for anything of interest when he noticed the cage. He approached.

[Zaine]

*Tap* *Tap* The light sound of footsteps filled the room. A young man, about the age of 17 walked through the door. He didn't have much for slaves [As in, he didn't need them], but he decided to look around anyway. He turned his head and noticed a young boy in a cage, bruised, scarred, and bloody. He turned and approached the small boy. His instrument was hung on his back. He got close and looked down at the young boy. His face looked a bit worried.

"Greetings..I am Okothi..." He noticed how much pain the boy must've been in. "Are you alright...?"

[Solin]

Solin watched the two look into his cage, he scooted back and pulled his legs tight into his chest.
When one looked inside at him he almost hissed at him as well but something kept him from doing so, weather it was the injuries or his lack of almost all his humanity from being in the cage for so long.


The shop owner walked up to the two.
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Greetings …Something I can help you with?"--he eyed them up and down. Appraising their clothing, and everything about the two.
The Bothan’s greedy eyes looked in the direction of another cage for a moment before looking back at the two.
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Peering out the bars at her he tilted his head to the side and observed her face, after all he would most likely be spending a lot of time working for her for now on.

Scooting forward slightly he tried to get a better look at her, his leg fell forward and landed on the bottom of the cage and he let out a yelp and pulled himself back into the corner of the cage embarrassed.

[Zaine]

Okothi looked at the young boy and then at the bothan slave-owner.

"How much for this boy?" He asked , pointing at Solin.

He crossed his arms. This boy was in a lot of pain...and Okothi wanted to help. He tried to keep the bothan thinking he was going to use him as a slave, though. He had his entire day planned out. He kept his eyes on the bothan, waiting for his answer.

[Solin]

Solin ducked into the farthest corner of his cage; he hoped that the man would buy someone else.
It wasn’t that Solin didn’t like the man it was because he was afraid, he had never been someone’s slave before, and he had almost never been out of his cage either.

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"This one? Perhaps madam would like to see a twillik... Or something else"--the Bothans greedy eyes looked in the direction of another cage
“But if you would like this one I guess…”
the bothan suggested an outrageous price to the man, his greedy smile across his face.

[Zaine]

Okothi was rich, so there wasn't much negotiating. "Done." He said, sternly. It took a few minutes of rummaging through his pockets to pull out the required money. The boy, the slave's hands were cuffed with...cuffs O.o Okothi smiled at the man, who seemed to look happy that Okothi had actually accepted the deal. He turned his head toward the young slave who had been scared and helpless. Okothi had a strong sympathy for children. He looked back at the dealer, his arms crossed.

[Solin]

Solin yelped as he was roughly pulled out of his cage, his leg was still in pain.
He was cuffed and moved about, his broken leg made it hard to move around.
When he was brought in front of the man he could feel his legs shaking.
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The rather plump man was happy to get Solin off his hands; the boy had been nothing but trouble for quite a while.
After shoving Solin toward the man he counted the credits and smiled that cheep grin of his.
“Come back soon.”

[Zaine]

Okothi smiled as he lifted the boy up and walked outside. He heaved the boy onto the back of his speeder and hopped on the front. He started the engine and began driving. The road was a bumpy one, but they managed to get to Okothi's home sooner or later.

[Solin. Post, then I'll make a new thread.]

[Solin]

Solin found himself getting picked up after a few moments, he held himself back from yelping in front of his new master.
As they went outside he shielded his eyes, he hadn’t been out of his rather dark and musky cage in so long.
He sat on the back of the speeder and found himself bumping along, it was rather irritating on his broken leg, but as he had learnt before it was a bad idea to complain about something even when it may matter.