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last online Nov 21, 2022 5:16:20 GMT
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Post by Julie Archer on Oct 17, 2022 4:33:31 GMT
Julie Archer [attr="class","topprz"]  Pepper the Dog Julie was staring at him blankly and nodding. She hadn't checked out, but she was talking to herself in her head evrerytime he paused to calculate something in his head. He is sharper than he looks. Julie thought. She curled her bottom lip on one corner of her mouth and blew air upward to blow the bangs out of her face. It was a tick she had when she got nervous. She also talked a lot when she got nervous.
Right now she was quiet. She listened to what he said and she couldn't help but let a small little smile creep onto her face every time he called her Boss. She couldn't tell if it was being said sarcastically, or actually, but it was cute. It reasurred her. She felt scared, but she didn't want to show it. Being scared to Julie wasn't a sign of weakness. Being scared kept you alive. It kept your reflexes on pins and needles always ready to act. Surviving in the apocalypse was like sitting on a twenty four hour aniexty attack. And every once in awhile you find a half way decent meal.
Julie's arms were crossed in front of her chest. "So just go along to get along?" She asked, though it was rhetorical. She already saw him nodding. "I suppose I can enjoy showers and free meals for'ins a little while." Julie took hold of her voucher and opened it seeing the coins inside. "Like chucky cheese tokens." She murmored. It was a depressing thought. She saw 6 year old her standing at the prize counter of a chucky cheese asking for food and the rat behind the counter telling her she didn't have enough tokens to eat.
Julie, who had a tendency to get lost in her thoughts and daydream; allowed her attention to snap back into the conversation when he asked her what side of the bed she wanted. She looked around and saw only one bed. Suddenly the sting in her cheeks was very real and very obvious. She turned beat red. "Noooooo, easy cowboy." She said iraising the back of her hand to her forehead in a dramatic oh my lord gesture. Her other hand was on her hip which was cocked to the side. Julie, for her barbie doll looks, had a thick curve to her around the hips and her body contoured with lean muscle and low body fat. Still Julie was no casonova.
Book smart, and forced to be street smart Julie was what you would call a woman who had ugly duck syndrome. They were not that attractive growing up, but became attractive as an adult. Julie had never really gained a ton of confidence in herself before the apocalypse. She was an EMT and a field medic. She was intellgent and brave and spent a lot of time working. Not much time dating. Her experience was rather..... Well, limited. Though now the implication was that they would share a bed? "It's all yours hoss." She said.
It was a bit goofy but it was all she could think of too say. Julie curled up on the ground on the other sidde of the room. Her heart was racing, her head was pounding and suddenly she felt very hot. It was annoying. She looked at William as he took off his shirt and sat on the bed. She looked away. Damn him. Damn him for looking like that. She thought stupidly. She took another look at him. And then forced herself to look away. She didn't even know him. That was crazy. I mean.... Stop it she told hereslf. It was maybe an hour or so before the ground got really cold. Julie hand't been able to sit still, get comfortable.
She had no doubt William was already asleep. She couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about scenarios. What was going to happen tomorrow? She pushed herself to her feet and walked through the dark tent over to the bed. She hoped he was asleep and she could slip in unnoticed. She didn't want to sleep on the cold ground anymore. She lifted the sheet and slid into the bed. It was so warm and her hand pressed against a firm hard stomach. She bit her lip, and when nothing moved she snuggled back closer to William's body taking in as much of the warmth from his skin as she could. LAIKA OF THQ |
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last online Nov 9, 2022 9:33:22 GMT
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Post by Olivia Cromer on Oct 18, 2022 3:38:32 GMT
[attr="class","box1"]Exactly six months ago the world had changed in a not so pleasant way. So much death and Bloodshed had happened in the first few months. Her own sister had been assumed lost to the dead as they had been trying to escape a large horde. So much chaos and they had lost sight of her in the sea of biting teeth.
That was a little over two months ago and exactly a week before they had been found by the soldiers that ran this stadium. It had taken some time to settle here but when you were given a clear list of the rules. Each person that came her was interviewed and given a job based on skills they had.
Olivia had been in charge of the animal husbandry and greenhouse projects. It was tireless work keeping the animal pens cleaned, maintained and getting crops started. Luckily for her she was a natural born green thumb and she kept her workers busy. All but one whom had not shown up for a single days assignment.
Truthfully she had assumed maybe he was reassigned until shockingly the man had walked into the job he had been a no show to. She did glance at him as he introduced himself and he didn't look much like a farmer or helper. The muscle on him seemed to be the likely reason he had been put in her charge.
Truthfully they needed someone cleaning pens, building sheds for the animals, tables and garden boxes. Not to mention someone to haul heavy bags of soil, feed and fertilizer from the supply sector. Olivia didn't say anything to him as her as she was busy pruning some plants.
These where not on the list of inventory as they were marijuana plants she had started growing with her own seed collection. It was a approved private program for possible medical use in the med tents. As the guy leaned on her table and pushed her work to the side she rolled her eyes at him.
This man was sure full of himself but that was okay. Maybe all the shit he was talking could make the plants prosper. A smirk came to her lips at the thought. As she turned and glanced the man over she saw the metal wristband that all occupants had placed on them. Starting to walk away the guy kept following.
The man kept talking along the way she she tried her best to tune him out. Making a beeline for the supply sector she flashed her arm band and the guard let them past. Picking up a bag of fertilizer she would turn to Roy. "Take this and all the shit you have spoken back to the greenhouse. I'm glad you finally managed to make it to your work station. Two weeks late is better than nothing."
Grabbing a bag of animal feed on each shoulder she would follow him. As they got back to their station she watched him drop the bag in some disgust. "Good effort. Next time put it on the table. Go grab the wheel barrow and start scooping out the animal pens. They don't clean themselves." There was a sweet smile on her lips as she glanced at him. "I'm Olivia, Most call me liv but you can call me boss."
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last online Nov 18, 2022 22:28:48 GMT
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Post by Roy Walker on Oct 19, 2022 5:08:57 GMT
![]() Roy was a little bit on his back foot. He could handle rejection. It didn't happen often, but it wasn't unheard of. He didn't, however know how to handle silence. It just hung between them until he filled it with something. "You know... I am a pretty big fan of plants myself. I got some. Not much. I stayed with this pot farmer awhile back and...." More silence. "You really like your work huh?"
Everyone here seemed focused on work. It was pretty annoying actually. Roy, the party guy, the life of the party... The part A of partay. He didn't fit into a worker society. He wanted to have fun and pretty much this was the most boring safe place ever. His smile faded a little as he looked at her. He was assigned a job once he got here. He'd be damned if he had remembered what it was though.
Looking around he shrugged his shoulders. He saw that she had a wheelbarrel full of stuff and she didn't look hefty enough to lift it so he did. Not knowing that he was actually showing up to a job and performing said job without complaining. That would have been unheard of. "Okay. Can you please say something? Wait.... You can talk right? Oh shit! Wait.... Do you speak english?" He saw the olive complexion to her skin and felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. She was mexican. "tengo un burro sexy!" He said with enthusiasm.
What he had said in spanish was i have a sexy donkey. He thought he had said something else was sexy, without being vulger or specific. Skirting right over the line of appropriate and headed hard into the land of obnxious. He was smiling, wiggling his eyebrows in a doofy non threatening, I'm here shooting my best shot kind of way. Exotic girls always thought Americans were muy sexio. "What is your name? I mean uh.... Tu nombero es ?"
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last online Nov 9, 2022 9:26:09 GMT
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Post by William Pope on Oct 20, 2022 2:58:48 GMT
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my soul to take [attr=class,punkimiddle] [attr=class,punkitopslide] [attr=class,punkimiddlecontent] [attr=class,punkiduopost] [attr=class,punkiduoinneropacity]The bed wasnt the worst in mean of comrfort and ranked somewhere between prison bunk and crack house matress. His gaze was on the blonde as she seemed to work things out in her mind. Watching the the blush in her cheeks and each smile as he called her boss. It amused him every time she seemed to love the word boss.
Though she seemed hesitant to crawl into a bed with him. It was cute and innocent but when she said it was all his. He would slip out of his jacket and the shirt was the next to go. Tossing them in a folding chair by the bed he would kick of his boots and slip under the blankets.
It was nice to stretch out on a large bed in a place that was secure. There was now sounds of growling to keep you awake. The stadium lights would dim and things were mostly quiet. Everyone had settled back in for the night. He would give one look to the girl curled up on the other side of the tent.
"Night boss." Closing his eyes he finally passed out in the coziness of the clean sheets. Soon he found himself in a very deep sleep. He didnt notice the warm body slide in next to him. Though as it snuggled back towards him her would shift.
A arm wrapped around the smaller form in the bed as he slept softly. He woke early though to the sound of bustling people outside the tent. Moving out of the bed he would move over to the little kitchen like area they had set up. Going through the cabinets he would find some powered eggs and some canned things.
Cooking up a small breakfast he would bring a plate over to julie. Gently he would touch her side. "Wake up boss.[/b Breakfast for a hard day of working in this internment camp.
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last online Nov 21, 2022 5:16:20 GMT
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Post by Julie Archer on Oct 20, 2022 4:13:13 GMT
Julie Archer [attr="class","topprz"] Pepper the Dog Julie's eyes cracked open to a handsome face leaning over her. For a moment she was still in that foggy dream state and for a moment she thought it was Lane, her brother. He was handsome as well, though more chiseled and square jawed. She loved her brother. She had been closer to him than anyone else in the world. Julie, who was still half asleep mumbled something. "No, Lane I don't want to get up." She rolled over and was annoyed to find sunlight spilling into her face from that angle.
She turned her head back and opened her eyes again. The last remnents of sleep drifting away from her tired mind. She recongized William now. She blushed a bit and sat up. Clearing her throat she had no real memory of what she had mumbled. It faded with the dream. Though William might suspect that Lane would be a husband or boyfriend, though she wore no ring on her finger and she didn't seem too broken up about some guy.
"You cook?" She asked abruptly. She didn't mean for it to come off sounding rude, as if a guy couldn't cook a good meal. It just surprised her is all. She was beaming. She didn't realize how hungry she was. "How many food token things did all this cost you?" She was worried that he had just spent his limited food ration on her. Not that it mattered. In that moment she decided that if he was ever low she would share hers with him. They were in this together after all. Boss or no boss she liked him. She couldn't tell you why though.
He was quiet at times and other times he was down right obnoxious. He was observant and patient and calm. All of the things she was not, but more than that he didn't seem rattled at all. Like he had seen all this before. No matter the situation the guy just kept his head and that was freaking amazing to her. So many times she had felt rattled to the core. She was perhaps a bit neurotic and high strung sometimes but she got stuff done! She never knew she wasn't in charge until she met William.
Up until now she was Julie Archer. She could walk talk and even wipe her own ass! But now, she was second guessing everything. She hadn't been responsible for someone she cared about in a long time and it made her nervous. But not William he seemed adaptable. "Have some." Julie hadn't seen William with his own plate and she wanted him to eat just as much. "Did anyone come in here?" She asked. As she shoveled a mouthful of eggs in. It was delicious. "Tell us what kind of work we're going to be doing?"
It wasn't long before she was finished with breakfast. She slipped out of bed and noticed some clothes neatly folded on a table. She must've missed those last night. She looked down at her own dirty clothes and shrugged. Taking a moment to look at William and see that he was busy, she quickly turned her back to him and pulled her shirt off. She got the new shirt on just as quickly as she could. Same with the pants. She wasn't trying to give him a show, but it felt great to get into some clean clothes. Even if they weren't exactly her style. In fact they were baggy. They seemed to be a double XL and she was drowning in them. LAIKA OF THQ |
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last online Nov 9, 2022 9:33:22 GMT
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Post by Olivia Cromer on Nov 9, 2022 9:28:16 GMT
[attr="class","box1"]This guy had to be horribly dense or really just that self absorbed. Did he even realize the world ended and what was left of humanity may very well be just this large stadium? Its like he lived with this care free air about him that may have been attractive but his ego polluted it.
When he finally grabbed the Wheel barrow she thought he was actually gonna get to work. Instead he said something that made her turn and quirk her head. A eyebrow raised as he attempted spanish. Not know that she was fluent after her schooling courses. Hearing him speak of the sexy donkey she would smile.
A light giggle escaped her lips as she walked past him shaking her head. He may be dumb but there were worse things you could be. "Mi nombre es Olivia, But you can call me Liv." She spoke as she moved to start scooping feed for animals. "You may wanna brush up on spanish with the sexy donkey you claimed to have"
Picking up a shovel she would give it to the man. "Take this and that wheel barrow. Scoop out the shit from the pens. dump it over in the manure pile." That was all she would say before grabbing a bucket of feed and heading to the pens to start getting the animals fed.
As The day went buy and it started to get later she would wipe the sweat from her brow. She had taken peeks at the man throughout the day to make sure he was doing a decent job. Though her final glance the noticed the man was shirtless. Staring for a few moments she would end up knocking a few potted plants down. The clay pots would shatter as she stepped back. Mumbling she would start to curse herself as she went to pick up the broken pot shards.
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last online Nov 18, 2022 22:28:48 GMT
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Nov 18, 2022 22:03:48 GMT
Post by Roy Walker on Nov 18, 2022 22:03:48 GMT
![]() Roy found himself working. Of all the stupid things he could be doing right now he was shoveling animal shit into a wheelbarrel. It smelled awful and he wondered why he had to be doing this. Surely there were less important people that could handle such an assignment.
Roy didn't think he was better than anyone. Well, maybe not much better than anyone, but he hated to get his hands dirty. Work just wasn't his style. Hell, he had never even killed one of the dead ones. Never had too. He usually was with people who did it for him. He was strong and agile. He carried equipment, sometimes he provided comic relief, but people generally wanted him around weather he helped out or not.
He was just charming enough that he never got called out on his shit until now. Roy took his shirt off and stuffed it in his back pocket. For once in his life he was doing an honest days work and he was already getting sweaty. Sweat glistened on his rippling muscles that were maintained more for his own vainity than from actual work.
"Is that good?" He asked wiping the sweat from his forehead. He had actually put in a hard days work. His hands ached and his knees and back screamed, but he thought it would be worth it if he got a smile from the cute little mosuey girl who thought she was in charge. Roy didn't think she was but she was ordering him around and a woman who bossed you around was kind of hot.
He didn't get rewarded with a smile. He barely got eye contact and he was beginning to feel ripped off. "Hey, so I don't know if you like do this for like fun or whatever, but how about I take you out on a date? Couple of beers? Bowling. I know a bowling alley not too far from here. Abandoned. probably not may cold bodies around... And if there are I'll keep you safe sweetie."
Roy bragged that he would keep her safe when he was actually absolutely clueless when it came to handling the cold bodies. He had a knife, but it had never been stained with blood. Walker or otherwise. "What do you say? The day is done, let me show you some nightlife excitement." He said as if the world hadn't ended and this was just a regular Tuesday.
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