Forsaken: Chapter I - The Long Road Home

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire nods. "Yeah sure. I'll give you fifty percent of the rations. I'll have forty percent and Mr. Winter gets ten percent. Sound good?" she asks. She looks around his room. "You should think about fixing this place up, Riko. And don't call me 'Jonesy' " Claire says as she rolls her eyes. "So, we start tomorrow. Any ideas you wanna change? I don't want to change the plan tomorrow and wing it. We discuss it now. And I mean it. Don't change the plan randomly tomorrow. Ya hear?" she says.

[daxtinator396]

Dax looked happily down at her as she went about her task very nervously... virgin. He was no better really. One nervous time in his drunkenness at a party. A very drunk and slutty gril had grabbed him and dragged him off for a night of shameless debauchery and he easily complied but he remembered barely any of it in the morning... he sometimes got flashbacks of the night. Now though this was real and he could remember it. He would remember it. His length twitched lightly as she began to stroke it gingerly commenting on its size... a respectable 8 inches. He bit his lip in anticipation as she put her mouth to the tip of his length and swirled her tongue around the head,"Ahh... your doing fine Terri... Really great. Umm... this is kinda the first time that's counted..." He said blushing hard as she looked up at him.

[Grape Me]

Millie

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Carter moves around the counter so he's on the same side as Millie. He watches the direction she moves her fingers and makes a small nod. "I see..." he thinks for a moment, "well the gang and I here will probably wait until morning then head out. Not sure which direction yet but if it's North feel free to travel with us." He looked up and could see a slight look in Millie's eyes that maybe she didn't approve of it (possibly from the political ties). He gives a warm smile, "I'm not trying to recruit you or anything, just offering a helping hand."

Carter then looks over at the door labeled storage room, he lets out a sigh. "So you got any family? Loved ones?"

The sound of the other man shuffling around the room could be heard, probably setting out a bed roll to go to sleep or something.

Suraru

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They both shuffled on the floor for awhile, rolling around and struggling. Scarlet tried her best to overpower Suraru but it was no use, he was just too strong for her. He rolled back on top of her, his drunk musk almost making her gag. As she squirmed and resisted Suraru suddenly went in for the kiss. Her eyes widen with shock, making a slight muffled cry of displeasure from the experience. The muffled cry wasn't only from the kiss however, but Suraru squeezing her hand. The pain became so unbearable that she dropped the revolver to ease up the pleasure applied to her hand. Now although Scarlet tried to move and break the kiss, after a few seconds, she closed her eyes and kissed him back, moving her tongue along his. It seemed like she was actually... enjoying it. She blushed slightly and made a muffled moan from the arousal of the kiss.

Garian Jorell

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As Garian approached the caravan details became more clear. Although there was only the light from the torch, the area was lit up slightly from it, but only slightly. One of the guards walking had a shotgun while the other had some kind of rife. The Caravan trader pulling the mule had a holstered pistol. It would appear that the two guards were both men, pretty muscular wearing decent gear for protection. The Caravan guard was... a female? It looked that way, hard to tell but highly likely.

Garian kept on creeping stealthily closer to the caravan. Then, suddenly the caravan trader raised a fist and the whole convoy stopped. Garian quickly halted, crouching lower in the shadows. It was dead silent, not a sound. The caravan trader looked around, shining her flashlight around the darkness. The light was slowly making it's way to Garian! As it got closer and closer however, one of the guards began to get impatient. "Are we going or wha-"

"SHH," the caravan trader ordered, the voice did have a feminine tone to it. Then it was silent again. The light didn't move from the last spot it was on, extremely close to Garian. If he tried, he could probably reach out in touch it. It seems she probably heard something and was waiting. How will Garian proceed?

Cae

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Marry smiled warmly up at Cae. It would seem she didn't notice the android features, either from old age or eye sight, but Kyle did. He was staring at Cae hard with a look of anger. He was clearly pissed, but a small hint of sadness could be seen in his eyes. When Cae gave him a bit of a mocking look he grit his teeth, and was going to say something but he looked at his mother and then just sat back in his chair defeated.

"It's nice to meet you to Cae. Please come with me, I'll lead you to your room," said Marry. She slowly turned to make her way up the stairs, Cae in tow. As Cae made her first step on the staircase she looked back one more time at the lobby, Kyle sat there looking at her. His face wasn't of defeat and anger now however, no... he was giving that same smirk from before. He shot Cae a wink and then leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to go to sleep again.

Cae followed Marry up to the second floor of the motel and down a long corridor. During this walk Marry went on and on about the past of her little establishment, saying how she opened it at a younger age and has been running it ever since. It was a long history lesson. When the two of them got closer to the end of the hall, there came a room that read "212", same as the key. Marry turned and faced Cae, giving a gentle smile. "Well here we are deary. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Dax Sierra

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Terri continued to play with his member in her mouth. She licked the very tip and poked the hole with her tongue to try to get a reaction and at that point she slowly started to prod the tip by sucking on it then releasing it, giving it some time by letting him enjoy himself before she started to suck on it. Putting his cock back in her mouth she moved it a little further to the back of throat, running the tongue along the bottom. She pushed it slightly to the side to get used to the size. The moment was turning her on. She kept one hand stroking his cock and her other hand pinched her nipples, making them harder. She let out a muffled moan and blushed deeper, clearly enjoying herself. The shower glass began to fog.

Claire Jones

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Riko sat up on the bed, considering your offer. After a brief moment he gives a silent nod of approval, it seems he wasn't doing it for that pay but more for the thrill of taking out a raider camp. He looks around the room at your comment about cleaning it up as well as not calling you Jonesy, he lets out a short laugh.

He throws the file back, Claire catching it. "Well I have something in mind," he says looking down at his shotgun, "but it's risky." He began to work on the gun again but continued to talk. "You could go in as a decoy, and while you have them distracted, I rig the bikes to blow. I don't know and don't care how you get their attention but just give me enough time to blow them up. Then, when you hear the sound of a big explosion, we both try n' get this Lester fella'. All the raiders will be caught in the chaos of what just happened to be able to react effectively. Once the job is done, we meet back up at some place outside the camp. We can decide where when we scout out the area. Fair?"

Ziba Devorka

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Managing to hold the creature back, barley, Ziba makes a grab for the pipe. It come off with little resistance and with a quick and decisive move, Ziba goes for a headbutt in the creature tentacle mouth. The creature would have wrapped its tentacle lips around Ziba's face in this situation but from both the metal pipe stabbing into it's chest, and slight brainwashing from the psy powers, it's unable to do so.

The creature falls back and the pipe is out of Ziba's hand, sticking out of the upper body of the bloodsucker. It stayed there on it's knees for awhile, weakened. It seems that your power is starting to take effect on it. A small tissue on the bottom crouch area of the mutant starts to open, a growing semi-erect cock reveals itself.

The bloodsucker stands back up and throws the metal pipe out of it's chest, giving a slight grunt from the pain. It seems it's in an aroused state currently, unable to control it's actions.

Serena Slovei

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The three men circled Serena nice and slow, all but the one had their guns on her, the ring leader. It was clear they were hired by Division, that bounty on Serena's head must be pretty decent now from the fact that there are three mercs here, not just one.The all stopped, two of them behind Serena and one in front. The leader of this group (the guy in front) stepped forward a little closer to Serena.

"Listen toots, the guys and I can take you dead or alive. So I'll give you one chance, come quietly, and I promise not to hurt your pretty little face."

Both the mercs in the back laughed, they ran their eyes along Serena's body. It was clear that they liked it. All of them were well equipped and had decent gear. How would Serena proceed?

[SugarCookie]

Millie was glad the man instantly understood her gaze. She shook her head at the man's question. Her family was gone for all she knew. Mille lets out a yawn then starts to walk to a corner, and sits down in it if there was nothing more to say. She would actually be able to sleep knowing she was probably safe right now. The only thing she would have to worry about would be an attack like always, but she wouldn't be alone.
Of course if they were attacked, she would just run, but having them here would give her the opportunity to run in the first place. So yeah, tonight would be the first good night in a long time. Millie sits down in the corner and looks around for a bit. She is tired, so tired that she doesn't have to be comfortable to fall asleep right now. Assuming nothing happens like a surprise fight or whoever that was in the storage room does something, but her mind is wandering again. Time to sleep. Sleep, drift off and let the lower conscious play her horrifying images if it to isn't tired. Unlikely, probably a dreamless night because she can slip into a deeper sleep for once.

[That_One_Guy]

Garian knew he was in trouble the minute they stopped, but he had to act quickly and suddenly. He cocked his silenced pistol and aimed it at the two male guards, shooting them in quick succession before moving his aim towards the Female and shooting her in both her legs. He holstered his pistol and pulled out his rifle, in case there was anyone else, if any even showed movement to attack, he'll fire at them with a burst.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire sighs. "Well... If I were to be a decoy and get captured, I could end up in a jail cell. How would I get out and get Lester? What if I get killed before you even rig the bikes to explode? And what if... Fuck my life, I'm forced to sexually please these men? Didn't you think this through? And what if you get caught before the bikes explode? You'd most likely be dead, and I'd probably be sold to the highest bidder. Now, any other bright ideas?" she asks. She face palms. "God damn it, think this through more Riko!" she shouts. She stands up and walks around. "Come on, we've gotta think of a plan with little to no 'bad endings'. Ya understand?" Claire says.

[Suraru]

With the gun out of her hands, Suraru relaxes. He would totally bone the girl right now if it wasn't for a certain fact. He was still one drink away from having a real good time anyways. He let go of her hand, grabbed the pistol, then stood up and backed away from her. Wiping his mouth, he said in a drunken slur while pointing the pistol at her "Giveth mah won gewd reesen I ssshould, nawt tawtally blow ur brains owt."

[whatdontlookaatme]

Serena followed their gazes, smiling at the fact that they were checking her out. She entered a seductive pose, pushing her butt out and leaning over, revealing her large cleavage. "Now you wouldn't want to hurt a woman, would you? I'm sure I can pay you in much more ways than your contractors." She subtely took out her mutant attractant and sprayed it on her ass, a backup plan if things didn't go the way she wanted them to go. She then pocketed the bottle and walked up to one of the mercs, raising her leg up his and grinding her unrprotected sex against his crotch.

[napsii]

Cae smiled her brightest, her perfectly white teeth almost an oddity in the squalor of the Great Ruins.

As much as the android couldn't believe that Kyle was so childish, she also wondered where humans got it into their heads to exploit those around them so viciously. She had every intention of paying them, but certainly not with those kinds of favors. She rolled her eyes at the clerk -- but slightly unsettled by his wink -- before she followed Marry up the stairs, looking demure whenever the elderly woman was paying attention. The android had a sneaking feeling the clerk would be an issue, but she could sort that out in the morning when she could scratch together some payment. She nodded her head punctually as she followed Marry up the stairs, listening to her tale. The elderly woman's dull senses made Cae both flutter with sympathy but also sigh in relief. The woman was genuinely nice, but would she have seen her as the same if she realized that she was an android, human as she may have been? The possibility was unsettling, but she wouldn't aggravate the topic. It made the android feel good to listen to someone so even-tempered, even if their tale was a little dull at times. Humans, however, were very prolific: they could write entire stories out of the most skeletal of ideas and experiences. It always interested Cae to think of the experiences and memories that lay between the few cubic centimetres of a human's skull. The biography of even the scummiest raider or thief would have been quite a story. The android smiled again. Marry, in some ways, reminded her of the humans of the Pre-War world. Friendly, helpful, and empathetic.

Feeling both refreshed and exhausted by the history lesson, Cae was rubbing her eyes by the time they reached the room.

"No, I will be okay. Thank you very much, for everything!" she said with genuine appreciation, bobbing a curtsy toward the old woman as a gesture of respect. There were too few nice humans like this in the Great Ruins.

"I'll try my best to find something to pay you with in the morning. Sorry that I don't have much." she apologized. It would make her feel bad to not give such a nice old lady a fair deal as possible. Key in hand, she unlocked the door.

"I'll just hang out in my room for the rest of the night. Don't worry about me." she said. With that, she stepped inside.

"Good night!" she smiled, and clicked the door shut. Like a wise person would, she inserted the key again and locked it before turning around to lean back against the door. With a heavy sigh, she slunk down, looking across the room. What a week.

[Noosie]

Ziba's first reaction to the sight of the beast's obvious arousal is nausea, and a distinct urge to vomit. While this was admittedly the reaction she expected, the idea of being bred by such a degenerate creature brings a shiver of revulsion, regardless of the practicality of the act or the small bit of power she might gain from draining her partner. Unfortunately for Ziba, her body carries the instincts of a Siren regardless of her own opinions on the matter. These instincts have two immediate reactions to the Bloodsucker's growing shaft: bringing warmth and moisture to the most likely point of entry, and intensifying the psychic aura of lust despite the other hunter already having fallen under its sway.

Unfortunately for the Bloodsucker, Ziba has experience in ignoring the commands of her body and the predatory nature of a Croc. Two golden eyes flick over the monstrous mutation's new stance, seeking out a weakness to exploit. Two steps, with swaying hips courtesy of her Siren mother, and Ziba closes the distance between herself and her prey. Two clawed hands position themselves to either side of the scaled huntress's stomach, arms partially bent to provide some measure of flexibility in her defenses.

The threat most likely, and therefore most immediately important, is that of the creature rushing her again. For this, Ziba is ready. Having learned of this beast's durability in her earlier grapple, she prepares herself to preform a somewhat more complex maneuver than a simple throw. If the Sucker charges her, the cold-blooded survivor attempts to grab the thing by its neck, and get one of her legs around it. Leverage so achieved, it would most likely be a simple matter to twist the wretch's head and break its neck. The priority remained a quick finish to escape before other threats arrived.

[daxtinator396]

Dax looked down at Terri as she slowly began to tease his cock with gentle sucking tongue touches and he enjoyed it all... this was fantastic! He gave a surprised yelp as she stuck her tongue inside him and got a little dollop of pre for her reward to help her along as she got braver and braver with him until soon she was actively taking as much oh him as she could and stroking the rest as she played with herself. He smiled at that. She was enjoying this too... good that made it so much better.

[Grape Me]

Millie

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Carter gives a nod from her response. He can see through her eyes that she was drowsy, he smiled. "Well like I said, make your self at home." He points over to a slightly torn up bedroll in the corner that was away from the counter but close to the other man in the room. Neal (the other guy) was laying down on his roll, seemed to be sleeping. Carter then looks over back at the storage room and lets out another sigh, he seemed disturbed or upset about something, but he managed to keep a polite smile. He scratched the slight stubble along his chin and looked back at Millie who was making her way over to the corner. "If you need anything just ask one of us." He then turned and walked over to the storage room door. "I'll be in here for a bit so Neal is the guy to go to for anything. Goodnight." With that he turned toward the door and pulled the handle. As he entered, it was hard to make out, but it sounded like somebody was... weeping. Though... it was hard to make out, as the door quickly shut behind Carter and the station was left dead silent.

As Millie sat down on the bedroll she could feel the effect of how really tired she was. Even if this wasn't a comfy king sized mattress it was still better than most nights, or a cold dirty dumpster behind a gas station. The darkness filled the station, with the only light coming from the dim moon in the distance. She laid there for some time, drifting off into the better sleeps she has probably ever had.

(Millie is now asleep unless if she chooses to wake up or do one last thing).

Suraru

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As Suraru backed away, gun pointing in Scarlet's general direction, he wasn't paying attention to his surrounding environment. He backed into some low leveled coffee table of some kind and tripped backwards, hitting his ass hard on the wood smashing it into pieces. It wasn't serious, but it hurt like a bitch. During the fall, the gun flew out of his hand and skidded off into the side of the room between both her and him. She was a little hot and blushing slightly but as she understood what had happened she couldn't help but to laugh. It was a funny sight. Afterwards though she snapped back into action. Wiping her own mouth she made her way back to her feet and ran over to the revolver. She had the head start but if Suraru intercepted her now he could possibly stop her before she reached the gun.

Garian Jorell

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The moment was tense. Garian could feel his heart thumping heavily in his chest. He knew however he need to act, and fast. Garian cocked the back of the pistol. The Caravan Trader's eyes widened and she suddenly pulled out the pistol on her hip, she must have heard. Unfortunately for the two male guards, their senses weren't as acute. Garian fired the first shot at the guard with the rifle, the bullet passing straight through the head. At that moment the Caravan Trader shifted the torch onto Garian, it shinning right on him. The light slightly blinded him and even though he aimed at the next guard with the shotgun, it was hard to make it accurate. The shot went off, bullet leaving the barrel. The guard with the shotgun was too busy trying to make sense of the situation. He looked at his dead comrade, the bullet going into his right shoulder. He cried out in pain, reflexively pulling the trigger and the shotgun pellets flying into dead space. The Caravan Trader had time to react, she dropped the torch and ducked down behind something, Garian however would not see where. He didn't have the chance to fire the two other shots at her legs.

The moment became tense again. The only sound they could hear were the screams of the guard with the shotgun. He was rolling on the floor, clinching his wounded shoulder as a pool of blood began to form.

"Garian, Garian Jorell! I was wondering when your traitor ass would show up!" The feminine voice yelled across the road. Garian could not see her, but the voice came from a direction in front of him. The voice was... slightly familiar, hard to tell who though. She began to yell again. "Seems you're in a bit of a situation Garian! At this moment I bet you SA patrols are heading over to see what's going on! I'm sure they won't like what they find!" Garian knew her words were true. It might still be some time before they get here, but the sound of the shotgun and the man's cries would for sure lead them in the direction of where they were. "Now, if you don't want to die I suggest you listen! How about a deal?" The female voice became silent, waiting for his response. The night was filled with the continuous screams of the wounded man.

Cae

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Cae could hear Marry behind the door. "Goodnight Deary," she said in a gentle voice. The sound of muffled footsteps could be heard moving down the hall until finally it was silent. Indeed, it had been quite the week, and an exhausting one at that. As Cae let out a sigh she pushed herself up off the door and walked slowly into the hotel room. It was pretty run down. The room was plastered with a dark brown kind of wallpaper that was ripped and torn exposing bricks and building materials in a few places. The bed was just a simple mattress with a white pillow and blue sheets. It looked a little dusty but hey, better then most nights anywhere. There was a window in the side of the room that overlooked the main street bellow. The curtain was pulled over so only the light from the moon was barley illuminating the surroundings. The sound of drunks and party goers could be heard from the outside, quietened by the walls. There was a bathroom off to the side, no shower but a toilet and sink. There was no door separating the bathroom from the bedroom, just a frame of where one door should be. The white floor tiles where broken and shattered in a few places and the toilet plus sink were both unsanitary... probably shouldn't drink the water.

Cae can feel her legs go heavy as she feels like collapsing on the bed. What would Cae proceed doing?

Dax Sierra

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Terri gave a little giggle and looked up at Dax while sucking on his rod, her vibrant green eyes looking into his. The surprise yelp and pre cum were probably the reactions she wanted. She closed her eyes again and then continued to work with his cock. She licked up the pre with her tongue and let it move down her mouth. She picked up her speed slightly and now was able to move his cock near the back of her mouth. Though, being not used to this, she was not quite able to move it too far back without gagging. Though... as she moved faster she suddenly moved his cock to the back of her throat, moving it deep there for a few seconds before quickly moving back up to the head. She was trying to make Dax enjoy himself. Her hand pinching her nipples ran lower down to her legs, before rubbing her vaginal lips and playing with her clit. There was water from the shower so it was hard to tell, but she was already wet from the experience. She moan slightly while sucking on his rod a little faster, she could feel his cock pulse in her mouth as the cum began to flow.

Claire Jones

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"A job like this, we're going to need to take some risks," Riko says resting his shotgun on the side of his bed. He shifts a little uneasily trying to figure out another idea. Planning never really was Riko's... strong suit. Every once and awhile he brightens up, looking like he has an idea, but then he sinks back down in silence shacking his head as if it will never work. Then he snaps his fingers. "Alright how about this. A little less risky and if all goes well, maybe no bad endings. So we get one of the members of their gang while he's outside the camp, maybe on scout duty, riding his bike, whateves'. Then, we cause a distraction either by making noise of killing him or blowing up his bike. All the raiders in the camp will probably investigate. While this is going on, we go around, sneak in when nobody's looking, rig the bikes to blow, kill Lester, run like hell, and live happily ever after." He sat there smiling up at Claire like a little kid. "Ehhh, or we can just gun them down one by one. Claire you know me, I live in the moment." Both ideas were mediocre but could work. Claire did recall Mr. Winter's suggestion of taking the sewers bellow, they could easily get in from there with little resistance.

Ziba Devorka

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The bloodsucker seemed to hesitate, caught between its lust and its predator instincts. After a few seconds, Ziba having time to adjust for her next move, the bloodsucker let out a growl. It seem to recognize Ziba's hostile behavior. It came barreling forward again in another bloodthirsty charge, however, it seemed to go for more of a tackle rather then a kill. The bloodsucker went on its all fours to pick up some speed, moving to the left, jumping off a wall, and flying towards Ziba. This maneuver the bloodsucker was pulling off was unexpected. Luckily for ZIba, the form she was in allowed her to be flexible enough to adjust and meet the creatures attack. As it tried to wrap it's arms around her she caught the creatures neck tightly and wrapped a leg around it. The bloodsucker immediately struggled in her hold, it was difficult for Ziba to pull of the finishing move. The bloodsucker let out another cry and then opened its mouth to wrap the tentacles on her forearm. Ziba, seeing this, smashed the creatures face in with her free arm. The creature immediately went back, stunned by the blow, this was her chance. She lifted the bloodsucker up slightly and twisted its neck violently. CRACK!. The beast immediately stopped squirming. It just laid in her hold. Ziba threw the dead body off to this side, it was over.

After a few seconds to catch her breath a sudden flow of pain rushed into her arm. She looked down. The place where the bloodsucker had scratched her was starting to bleed, drops of blood hitting the floor.

Then... there was a sudden screech! Ziba looked up from her wound down the dark and dead metro hall. It was silent for a few seconds... then... another loud screech! It seemed to be the same kind that this bloodsucker had made. The sound of several footsteps became louder and louder, echoing through the tunnels. She only had a few seconds before whatever was coming would soon be here. Ziba looked off to the side. She could hide in the Maintenance Room or possibly run out of the metro... but... what did she want to do?

Serena Slovei

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Serena, entering the seductive pose made all the men gaze astonished. Her body was amazing. One of the men from the back made a wolf whistle, the other behind her bellowed a laugh. The one in the front tried to remain strong, making a best attempt to not look at the magnificent mounds presented. He managed to keep his eyes locked on hers, giving a grin. "Oh, and what exactly did you have in mind?" She then seductively approached the ring leader, swaying her hips side to side in a cat walk that made the men in the back drool with lust. She then raised her leg on him and began to rub his crouch area. He became red hot, caught off guard by this women's eagerness and confidence. He seemed to enjoy it however, as his rod started to harden underneath his pants. He warped his hands around her waist and smiled again. "Who am I kidding. The only reason I choose this job is to meet this Serena everyone's been talking about. Come on boys! Let's have some fun with this broad!" Both the men in the back made hearty cheers. The ring leaders appearance up close became more clear. He was tall, well built, scars defined much of his face. He had dark brown hair cut very short.

He threw his gun off to the side and used one hand to grab her right breast, the other staying on her waist. He leaned forward and kissed her, moving his tongue into her mouth. The hand on her breast fondled it, moving it around giving a squeeze every now and then. One of the men in the back came behind her, groping her ass and putting his other hand on her free breast. This new man pinched her nipples trying to get a reaction out of her.

[That_One_Guy]

Garian smiled as he shot the screaming guy to keep him silent and then started towards the woman, "They won't hear us, too far away, my dear." He told her with a laugh, "Tell me, do you like being a toy in this army? A play on a name that used to mean something? Salvation Army, yeah right." He walked closer, "But I will listen to your offer, and if I don't like it then I'll make a counter-offer. Sound good?" He asked, keeping a good distance away, but kept an eye out for her in case she decided to jump out all of a sudden. He didn't know where she jumped to, but he wondered who was a faster killer, a person put on guard duty to a carvan or a person who lead raids along the regions.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire looks down at Riko. "Hm. Combination of both. Get one of the guards outside, cause a distraction..." she pauses to sigh and then continues "Go in through the sewers below and take them out one by one. Or if they're distracted long enough, rig their bikes. Make a diversion to get them to go to their bikes and blow them all up. Either way they all die and their bikes go." she says. She stretches and then looks back at Riko. "First thing tomorrow. If you have any other plans tell me now." Claire says. She begins to walk towards the door and then stops. "And Riko. Try to go according to plan..."

[napsii]

Cae stretched her arms over her head, happy to have a quiet moment for once. Turning around, she slid the door's deadbolt into place.

The room could have been worse. The torn wallpaper, creaky floors, lethal-looking bathroom and cracked walls were something she had learned to put up with as a wanderer of the wasteland. Experimentally, she inhaled; the perceptive could judge for bugs and waste by the aroma. Through the usual must of a Post-War building, she sniffed an ancient air freshener struggling to defuse the smell of a broken waste pipe deep beneath the building. The android's nose crinkled. As long as she didn't take any deep breaths, it'd be tolerable. The rest of the room was unimpressive at worst, a welcome sight at best. Marry's generosity wouldn't be lost on her. The room wasn't in the hottest shape, but it felt like a million bucks after what had just happened. She shrugged her bag and her gun off of her shoulders, dropping them both on the nightstand next to the simple bed. The furniture was glazed with dust, and the android wondered if Kyle ever got off his butt to clean the place. Compulsively, she peeked through the curtains out the window. Below, the streets of Fairtown were as lively as ever. Countless humans were drowning their reality with alcohol, while on the other end of the city the privileged of the Great Ruins' locked themselves tightly inside their gated apartments, ever fearful of the muggers and desperate addicts that stalked the city's alleys. Morbidly, she wondered how many humans would end up face-down in a gutter tonight, wounded or dead. Ever fatigued by the knowledge that this would be the last night alive for some unfortunate humans, she sat down on the lip of the squeaky bed and kicked off her shoes and socks.

Valuing her footwear too much to have them eaten by bugs (as had happened with her previous shoes), she placed them on the nightstand and wiggled her toes. Relief from the stress of the day cascaded over her, and for a moment she considered falling back onto the bed then and there, but she felt grimy, and wanted to explore the bathroom. Grudgingly, she rose to her feet. Her power core was pressed to sustain her, now; she resolved to hit the hay as soon as possible. The carpet feeling bristly under her bare feet, she wandered to the bathroom and carefully stepped over the cracked tiles on her way to the mirror. It was foggy, but she managed to rub out a clear image of her face. Even for an android, she looked pale and dirty; her complexion shocked her. She sighed disapprovingly, fiddling with the sink. There was no chance on Earth she'd drink from it, but it would be nice to wash up. The plumbing groaned as she turned the knob and for a moment, she thought the water pipe was about to burst, but slowly and surely cool water began to trickle out. She waved a hand under it and then sniffed her soaked palm. The water wasn't off-color, and didn't smell bad. Finding it acceptable, she splashed some on her face and across her arms and hands, scraping off the dirt that had inevitably accumulated during the day. It wasn't as refreshing as a shower, but the sensation of the cool water over her synthetic skin was invigorating. Dripping but now somewhat clean, she turned off the water and walked back to the bedroom. If she could have fixed anything in this room, it would have been the bathroom. She had never liked dirty bathrooms.

She hummed to distract herself as she flipped open her bag and procured a small towel to dry herself off. As she toweled her hands dry, she admired the moonlight streaming in through the window. Frankly, it had been a long week, and she was glad it was over. Even if it was just for a few hours, sleep provided some refuge from the stresses of this world. Dried, she placed the towel away and set to work shaking out the bed sheets to dispel the dust. Reflecting on the week made her feel without purpose. Things had been bland and dangerous as usual as she had spent the entire week traveling and scavenging, at least until today. Idly, she pondered the man in the mask. He seemed to know so much about her. Then there was Steven, the boy who had beaten badly. After she worked out something with Marry, Cae resolved to make visiting the boy the first thing she did in the morning. She knew thoughts of the masked man would perturb her until she tracked him down, but she doubted she'd be able to find him unless he willed it or it was by chance. People like that... there was always more to them than met the eyes. Satisfied with her bedding arrangements, the android sat down on the edge of the bed and began unzipping her pants. As long as she didn't get splashed in mud, her clothes could go a few more days before they'd need a wash. Exhausted, she stripped off her leggings and folded them inside her bag. Her tight-fitting white panties and bra were some of the few articles she'd scavenged perfectly intact from the Great Ruins, ironically enough, and Cae had always appreciated their comfort.

Suddenly paranoid, she stood up to close the curtains further, permitting just a sliver of moonlight into the room. Content, she fell back onto the bed and sighed, reaching out to check that her gun was within arm's reach. The pillow felt lumpy, but it was soft. She traced a hand over her inner thigh, feeling sore.

I hope that kid is okay. The masked man, too... I'll have to find him. she thought, sinking into the mattress. The thin sheets suddenly felt very inviting, so she slid them up over her lower body. Her exhaustion was overwhelming now. It would be nice to just... sleep.

She slid the sheets higher, feeling herself start to doze off.

[Noosie]

Ziba lets out a small hiss of satisfaction as the misshapen bloodsucker's neck snaps, inordinately pleased with herself for having killed another hunter pathetic though her opponent may have been. Her celebratory mood is cut short when her latest injury becomes apparent. Figures that something reliant on consuming blood would have some form of venom to make sure its victims bled, but that doesn't make her situation any better. An open wound was bad enough, but leaving a trail of blood was practically an invitation to any other predators in the subway.

Practically on cue the cries of more bloodsuckers fill the tunnel. Cursing her ill fortune, Ziba casts another glance at her surroundings, weighing her options. The decision is easy as it is quick. The corpse, while it could provide food, would weigh her down, which she could not afford. The office, while it may have potential as a hiding place, is useless to her against creatures that can track her by the smell of her blood. That leaves the stairs back to the surface. By the time all of this registers as conscious thought Ziba is already at a dead run for the stairway, one hand applying pressure to her bite to prevent too much blood loss as her feet pound against the steps.

No way she could have fought those things in numbers, and even if she did seduce a few odds are one of them would've still been clear-minded enough to kill her. She'd learned the limits of her lust-inducing aura earlier in life, and it was not an experience she wished to repeat. On her way back up, the scaled huntress considers her situation; She was bleeding from a bite wound, which would probably need medical attention, and the only cloth on hand was her pack and the rags she was using for clothes. The pack was too important, and given that any doctor with access to even basic anti-biotics would be in human territory it would be for the best if she didn't attract more attention than she already would. That, along with her pursuers, meant she'd need to get to a town or find something to use as a bandage, and fast.

[SugarCookie]

You will probably, hopefully never know how wonderful it is to be in Millie's shoes right now. Resting her head on a bed roll, after months of traveling around, sleeping on the sides of roads, waking up with mutated gecko tearing apart your stuff, walking on a hurt leg for weeks after that, just to go through something similar as soon as it heals. Yes, sleeping on a proper bed roll felt really nice, and this time there isn't some random creature ready to hurt her leg again.
Millie let the sleep take her, which was easy considering how tired she was. She'd be able to have a nice long deep sleep because she feels safe, so deep that it'd be hard to wake her up. So deep that she won't have any horrible nightmares like she normally has in buildings like these. She might be asleep a while, at this point even a gunshot wouldn't wake her up right away, so if the entire store is murdered in her sleep, she would appear to be one of the dead, and wake up to a horrible smell. But that is unlikely, a gunshot would wake her enough to dream, and any physical contact would wake her up, so should would actually end up one of the dead.
Wait, she's thinking again when she should be sleeping. No one is going to die, she'll get a nice long twelve hour sleep, and she'll wake up with everyone she fell asleep with alive and completely alright. Yes, time to sleep... but why isn't she sleeping. She is thinking instead of sleeping, and here she thought she would fall asleep easily with her fatigue. All she has to do, is clear her mind, and let... her body... do....................................the.....................

[daxtinator396]

Dax blushed as she gave a cute giggle and her beautiful eyes stared up at him. She was so beautiful! How was this even happening... wow. He give a little groan of pleasure as she went back to fellating him with surprising skill for a first timer. Though he wouldn't know that. Not consciously at least. All he knew was that this was fantastic. Then suddenly she went deeper on his cock and he felt the tip hit the back of her throat and he gave another loud koan,"Ahh!" Another spurt of pre went into her mouth and he saw how turned she was,"I.. I can help with that." He manages to say blushing brightly.

[Grape Me]

Garian Jorell

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There was an eery silence that followed Garian's response. It would appear she was pondering what he just said. During so, Garian continued to scan his surroundings cautiously, can never be too careful. Suddenly, a light chuckle came from his left. Garian turned sharply to meet the women but all he would see is endless darkness. It seemed she was stalking him in circles, like a predator stalking a prey. "Ha! Don't make me laugh Garian. You're in no position to make 'counter offers'. I'm sure the SA boys are well on their way." This may be true... but it would take a decent amount of time for them to get there.

"Listen. You've caused me quite enough trouble all ready. My job is just to get this caravan to its destination. I'll give you two options. One: put the gun on the floor and back away niiiice and slooow. You leave well on your way and we pretend that this incident never happened. Or! Two: You could refuse, and I'll dust your dusty ass right here and now. Your choice." She did have an advantage here... she was concealed in the darkness while Garian was well in her sight, any sudden moves and she could easily take the kill shot. It seemed odd however... her offer. Why would she allow him to leave? Maybe there is something 'special' about this particular cargo with the caravan.

Suddenly! Without a chance to react, she jumped out of the shadows behind Garian and sent a powerful round house kick to the side of the face. Garian collapsed to the ground, his gun flying into the darkness. On the floor, Garian turned on his front side to see this women standing over him with a gun directly pointing at him.

Well, if it isn't Sally Two Knifes... Sally is a high ranking member in the SA who did most of the recon and 'special ops' missions. She has quite the reputation for being a cold hearted killer. She's know for her skill with the gun, and even more so with the blade. Looking up close, Garian could see her lucky knifes tucked away in her shorts. She was disguised as a caravan trader, obviously to conceal her identity. There must be something important with this caravan then... "Oooor I have a better option. You come with me back to base. I'm sure there are a lot of people that would LOVE to see you again," she said with a mischievous grin.

Sally Two Knifes:

Dax Sierra

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Terri gave one last deep throat before looking up at Dax shyly and stopping the oral sensation. She blushed and stood up, running her fingers along his body. As she did so, she took a step back and leaned up against the glass a little awkwardly with her legs spread slightly. She didn't know how to continue from here. She eyed Dax's length for a moment before looking up at him, then shyly looking at the tiled floor. She was eager, nervous, and curious of what Dax would do next.

Claire Jones

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"Nope, nothing else my lady!" he jokes with a smile and a bow of the head. He scratches the back of his neck and lays down when Claire is about to make her way out. "Ehh, I'll do my best. Just promise me the plan will fucking work. If ya don't have anything else ta' say Jonesy, then I need to catch some sleep so if you could fucking leave already..." His last comment may have come off as slightly rude but that's just how Riko can be sometimes. If Claire had nothing else she wanted to do or say for the night then best option would probably be going to bed.

Ziba Devorka

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Reaching the surface, Ziba was met with a cold breeze and the light of the moon. The surroundings were of ruins, run down cars, and buildings both small and large. Ziba looked down at the wound, it was still bleeding. Although it was doing so, she could probably reach some area of civilization before it became too serious. Although... in Cheyenne it may be difficult to reach a town outside the city very soon considering she is in the center. The nearest location in the city she could go would be Crowford, a Division citizen community that was barley holding up. There was also the Merc Corp building not too far. Though, both of these places may act hostile towards Ziba for her mutant appearance. A little outside the city would be the makeshift community of parkway, a shanty town built on a parking lot. More friendly folk live there but again... not sure how they will react to Ziba.

Ziba's ears perked up, the sound of growling and screeching can be heard in the tunnels behind. Most bloodsuckers stay underground, but with the trail of blood Ziba left behind, these hungry predators may be in for a tasty snack. It would be wise to act quickly.

Katherine "Cat" Drelken

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Katherine sat perched up high in a charcoal colored tree. Funny... considering her nickname. She twirled one of her many daggers between her fingers with precision and grace before holstering it. Her crossbow was strapped around a branch close by. What a nice moon tonight... Looking around from up here Katherine could see endless amounts of blackened trees, all dead from the war. This probably used to be a beautiful forest. Katherine made this tree her safe haven for the night, tying a rope that she had found this morning around her waist so she would use it for climbing up and down, as well as keep her safe should she fall from sleeping. Oh yes... this was where she had decided to sleep. Not necessarily the most cozy, but more safe then the ground.

She had been walking many miles, away from Fairtown. She had a bad reputation with some of the groups that reside in that area, and she saw that it would be best not to stay. Though... what should she do from here... she hadn't really thought that through. Katherine let out a light sigh before smiling to herself. She was remembering the past, all the people she teared up with her blades It was about time to sleep but Katherine couldn't help but to feel a little anxious, and she was far from tired. Katherine's thoughts were suddenly interrupted with the sound of her stomach... That's right! She had forgotten to eat anything since this morning. Maybe she could find something to eat in the area... but best to be careful, it is pretty dark.

[That_One_Guy]

Garian looked up, he remembered Sally from his time with the Army, he didn't see her much then, due to him always leading raids, but he heard of her and seen her work once when moving in the area, he was dazed for a short bit but when he regained his composure, he just smiled at her, "It's nice to see you too, Sally, I thought we were just going to talk?" He chuckled "The wagon is right there if you were planning anything else."

When he heard her suggestion for going back to the base, he shook his head, "Nah, I already did what I had to do and now I just want to see the cargo is all." He told her, "Scout's mission, you know?" And then something clicked in his head, he was wearing the bandana over his face, "How'd you know it was me, by the way?" As he asked this, he was already pulling out his hidden knives in a attempt to catch her off guard and maybe give himself a fighting chance.