A popular rp among many many guilds, so I shall post it here. ^-^
(Sort version, for lazy peoples, you are in a slave market, it sucks, someone may come by and rescue you, or visa versa))

The rain hummers down onto the cold streets of the market. Large butch men call out their prices to passers by of slaves all trapped in cadges, tied and chained, bound and beaten.

It's cloudly, and almost late at night. The only bright thing about the gloomy streets is the small streetlights, shiing a small glimmring oval onto the grey pavement, sheltering small gangs of teens hurling abuse at the especially wierd and wonderfull.

Small cracks fill the air. Whipping noises. Another slave had broken the rules. A rebellious one. The other cowered in fear and watched. Seems there weren't that many customers on a day like today.