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Post by SceneMod on Jun 17, 2010 12:17:46 GMT -5
"Of course, of course," Shi're says soothingly, "But for the duration of your visit, certainly you would like the opportunity to earn some funds of your own?"
Clipper's confusion prompts a few more murmurs, and a few more bids, but they only increase Cannonball's bid by seventy-five thousand. Then Vy'lien levels a cool look on the pirate as he flashes his number.
"One point five. Million"
Even Shi're is staring at the well-dressed robot now. The madam rests a hand on Clipper's shoulder. No amount of drink or words is likely to calm the girl's confusion now.
Maybe the girl will start to cry. That should be good for another hundred thousand or so, yes?
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Post by Clipper on Jun 29, 2010 13:21:41 GMT -5
"I... I s-suppose?" Clipper replies shakily, but her gaze, though not as sharply focussed as before, is still darting from Miss to everyone watching her, and there's just something nagging at her about their expressions that she doesn't like. Something doesn't seem quite--
One... point... five... That's.... That's three times the current unimaginable bid!
Even Miss looks surprised, and there is no way that even the highest of high fashion could be worth that much, Clipper is certain. It couldn't be. It's just not possible. Not for just clothes, clothes that don't even have any precious gems or fancy rare metals or fabrics or anything. And a line of clothing really isn't "a collectible."
But the robot wearing them could be.
The glass slips from Clipper's hand as she feels Miss's hand settle upon her shoulder. Restraining her. "....no...."
Miss Elita hasn't come to see her. Miss Elita would never just abandon her like that without at least stopping by to check on her. And it's been a wee, and Holi hasn't come. How could she have been so stupid?! Holi would never, ever, ever leave her on her own in a strange place after a big explosion and all that for a whole week without coming to check on her! EVER!
"...you lied to me..." she whispers, frightened. The way they're looking at her... Clipper starts to tremble as she finally registers the sick hunger.
"No! Let go of me! Let GO!" she screams, batting that hand away as she tries to back away. If she can make it to an exit...
The clothing, though, does exactly as Miss had planned, and Clipper loses her balance as she tries to flight the stiff, unweildy fabrocs and restrictive garments. She tumbles to the floor of the stage in a sprawled heap, and, despite her flailing, cannot seem to shove herself back up to her feet to attempt her mad flight to freedom. When Bleaks familiar looking legs fill her vision, Clipper begins to sob, desperately wishing that Holi were there to help her.
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Post by Cannonball on Jun 30, 2010 19:32:07 GMT -5
Cannonball adjusts his collar a bit, looking cool and smug.
...ah, bollocks. The girl's trying to escape, but falls over. Whether she's caught on finally or not, Cannonball will not let this opportunity slip away.
His number goes up once more. Very well, Vy'lien. You wanna play hardball? Cannonball can play hardball. "Three million."
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 30, 2010 21:51:20 GMT -5
Shi're lets Clipper have her little outburst, watching with some amusement as the girl trips over her too-tall shoes and lands in a crying heap. A few of the gentlemen in the crowd frown in disapproval, but that's because she is no long shown to best advantage.
"Are you quite done? Get her back up Bleak," she orders, nodding to the auctioneer to continue.
The blackbird- rather gently actually- pulls the girl back up to her feet. He keeps a hand on Clipper's arm, tight but not bruising.
Vy'lien's eyes widen ever so slightly at Canonball's bid, and indeed everyone in the room is staring at the pirate as if he's suddenly sprouted another head. Vy'lien's lips quirk and he bows the pirate before turning on his heel and striding out.
The auctioneer counts it down and then bangs his gavel on the podium. "Sold for three million."
Bleak starts to try and guide Clipper of the stage and back into one of the private rooms as Shi're beckons to Cannonball that he should follow the madam to her office.
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Post by Clipper on Jun 30, 2010 23:31:13 GMT -5
If Clipper had had any doubts at all before, Miss's lack of refutation dispells those quite thoroughly. Like a sledgehammer to a plate glass window, actually. As Bleak pulls her upright again, and keeps that firm hold upon her arm to prevent her from making another attempt to run for it, her sobs pick up in pace and volume.
She doesn't intend to go without a fight, though, hobbled or not. She didn't roll over and take it when the Destrons tried to kill her and Holi, and she isn't about to just roll over and take it as someone else tries to take what belongs to Holi now.
"No! Nonono--" Clipper is just winding up to throw a spectacular temper tantrum, fists flying, kicking, flailing, all around knock-down-drag-out, when she she feels the sharp prick in the arm Bleak suddenly clamps one wing around. Sudden numb heat spreads out from that point siftly. Not so much heat, but almost a burning sensation, and it hits her shoulder between one vent and the next. A moment later, and it's starting to flood up into her processor, and down into her fuel pump... and then it spreads even faster, stealing most of her motor controls as the burning hits each servo motor.
Bleak catches her neatly as she begins to sag in his grasp, her processor moving sluggishly, but not offline, and her motor controls heavy and unresponsive, though her sensory nets are still all quite functional. She doesn't even manage to get that kick in on Miss as he sweeps her past the smirking woman, the syringe he'd concealed in his hand already neatly tucked away as Bleak carries Clipper backstage.
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Post by Cannonball on Jul 1, 2010 19:06:30 GMT -5
Cannonball puts on his best smelt-eating grin as Vy'lien strides out. This is a big pain in his wallet, but if he plays his cards right, and with Swindle's assistance, it should be worth it in the end.
After taking a moment to savor the victory, Cannonball begins to ascend the stairs, following Shi're back to where-ever her office might be.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 2, 2010 19:06:17 GMT -5
Clipper gets placed in a room very much like the one she has been occupying for the past week. Bleak places her gently on the bed and then seats himself in a chair next to a side table. He idly begins to play solitaire. No knowing exactly how long it will take before the gentleman comes to carry off his prize.
Funds are exchanged, but only after Cannonball signs a contract agreeing that no disfiguring harm will come to the girl, and that should he tire of her, Shi're is to be given first right of refusal for buying her back.
There's also a nice little section of legalize which essentially translates to "No Refunds."
OOC: Posing of Cannonball and Clipper with permission. I believe those two are now going to skip over to another thread.
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