sold // [elegant]
Aug 17, 2013 1:53:45 GMT -5
Post by wimdy on Aug 17, 2013 1:53:45 GMT -5
Working the market is never an easy thing for an Avox. It’s difficult to work a system that changes on the edge of a dime and you suddenly find yourself out of style. One moment, the most desirable ones are those that look fierce and intimidating. The next, it’s those who are doll-like and meek that sell like hotcakes. The cycle had already chewed me up and spit me out and now, at nineteen, I’m practically worthless. Those who sell us know this. They know that I’m not a desirable object by this point. Last week, two other Avoxes had to share their meals with me so I wouldn’t starve on the one plate they had given me every other day. I’m thinner now than I ever have been in my life and it’s not a lean look, but one of a skeleton who has been covered in melted wax drip by drip until the bones are just barely concealed beneath sensitive flesh. A pallor has overtaken my face, giving me a china-doll look. If I’m dropped, I just might shatter.
The billowy shirt I’m wearing hardly hides my thin frame from the buyers as they browse through us. We’re on display, standing perfectly still as men and women and children search our faces for that thing that makes us desirable. Chins are prodded up for closer inspection and hands are checked for evidence of work and stomachs are pinched to judge fat. A few Avoxes are deemed worthy of purchase and led away by expensively-dressed rainbows masquerading as people among the rows. Those left behind are appraised with raised eyebrows and down-turned lips. We’re not wanted, not worthy of the prices that are marked along our numbers. I’m passed again, the fifth time within the matter of a few hours. The owners of our mill of Avoxes is staring me down like I’m the lowest vermin the world has ever spat back out to plague the streets of the living. When I can’t bring in the money desired, that’s all I am to them. It doesn’t matter that I used to sell less than a minute after being released back into the market. I’m useless for them now when no one wants the frail-boned creature who doesn’t look up from his shoes and has dead eyes.
The sun ducks down below the horizon seemingly all at once and the lights within the market come on in flickering flashes of white until we’re all illuminated again. It’s getting late, though. We’ll be closed soon enough and given meager meals in our rooms away from any and all interaction with the outside world. I can see that our owner is clearly upset as he counts up the day’s fortune. Only two had gone today. Only two faces had been removed from our picture of solitude and that wasn’t enough to keep things running smoothly. The other Avoxes all stand silent in their lines as straggling customers nitpick at their details. My eyes are so focused to my left where a woman is talking about how she can alter the eyes of a girl when my vision is suddenly blocked off. I don’t dare look up at the face of the chest I was staring at, choosing to let my eyes drop to the floor. His shoes are expensive. They shine without a single trace of fault in them. The bottoms of his pants are impeccable and from what I can see it looks tailored to fit him perfectly. He has money, if his appearance is anything to go by. There’s a quiet order to look up uttered from above my head and I let my head tip up slowly. Again, he commands me to look up. I tilt my chin slightly farther, but he rephrases. “Look at me.”
My breathing softens as I turn my face just a little to my right to look at him. I still have my chin tilted a fraction higher than I normally would in order to look at him. His jaw is firm and tense looking and his brow is drawn into a heavy furrow. Slowly, I let my eyes travel up to his. What I find there surprises me. For a man who is so imposing in presence and intimidating in how he holds himself, his eyes are soft. The dark brown has a tenderness to it I didn’t expect to find in the eyes of a being purchasing an Avox for their own benefit. He stares back only for a moment before gesturing for my owner to come over. It’s only after he looks away that I let my eyes drop back down to my feet. In a matter of moments, I have been sold again.
The drive back to his residence is quiet. I sit silently in my seat beside my new master, hands folded primly in my lap and my eyes cast down at my entwined fingers. The man introduces himself as Mr. Otari, a politician in the Capitol. Already, I can feel my stomach writhing. What use am I going to be to this man? He speaks softly to me that he believes I’ll like my new home. I’ll have a room of my own there, one that I can go to anytime I please. Some of the other Avoxes in the household live on the lower floors along with the other staff. My room is adjoined to another by a door. I’ll grow used to cross that threshold, he says. Confusion wraps around my thoughts, but I don’t dare make it apparent in anyway. I nod mutely and keep my eyes fixed upon my hands. The car lapses into silence after that, leaving us to finish the journey with only the rumble of the engine purring through the air.
The walls of his compound loom above us as we pass, circling the house completely. I let my eyes fix on them for only a moment before I get caught up in taking in every detail of this place I am to live in. The building is only one level. It's strange, in my eyes. Every place I have worked has been towering windows and endless brick or stone. I lower my head again and follow Mr. Otari inside, carefully trying to memorize the linear pathway we travel through. The boards chirp quietly like birds as I walk no matter how silently I try to move. The room we enter is small, but it's more than I've ever had for myself. It’s sparsely decorated, with only a faded maple dresser, an age-worn mirror, and a small bedroll. Even with so little, it’s more than I’m used to. Most Avoxes all sleep together in a basement room upon damp concrete. I turn slowly to look at the cream colored wall and pad over to lay my hand on it. Mine?
”You can do anything you want in here,” Mr. Otari says, his voice coming out in a low, soothing murmur. I spin on my heels to face him, bobbing my head in understanding and keeping it lowered. ”Just don’t pee on the floor. I don’t want to deal with an incident like that ever again.” The traces of humor and disgust in his voice cause my head to snap up, my brows pushed together quizzically as he lets out a laugh and waves me forward. I find myself blushing at my own sudden reaction and look back down as I shuffle towards him. It’s only a moment before he’s addressing me again, telling me to look back up at him. I do so without thought, like a perfect servant is trained. It’s second nature. ”You are here for a reason. That reason is right on the other side of this door. Come on.” I follow wordlessly after him as he turns the knob and steps through into a much bigger room. My eyes flicker up to see the walls and glance towards the window, but when they meet another pair of eyes below color-doused bangs, I drop them immediately. Again, I can feel myself turning pink. I don’t dare remove my eyes from the floor again, not even as Mr. Otari addresses the other occupant of the room and dread rolls through me with every syllable he utters.
“Sin, this is your new Avox. What would you like to call him?”