1984

[Ticklish Girl]

OOC: This RP is very loosely based upon George Orwell’s novel 1984. It is open to anyone, and familiarity with the book is nice but not required. This doesn’t follow the plot of the novel (for example, I’ve changed the setting from London to New York City), but the basic structure of Orwell’s society is the same. The story takes place in a futuristic repressive regime ruled by a political organization known only as the Party. The titular head of the Party is Big Brother (who may only be a myth and not a flesh & blood man). Banners and posters everywhere remind the citizens that Big Brother is always watching. All communications are monitored and censorship is widely practiced. Hidden cameras and microphones spy on the citizens’ moves. People are also encouraged to inform on friends, family and co-workers. The Thought Police maintain order by searching out and punishing “thought criminals” – those who exhibit unorthodox thought or behavior. The most serious punishment for thoughtcrime is “vaporization” – execution, followed by a purge of any record of the thought criminal’s existence. The government controls every part of daily life, especially the sexual aspects. Possession of pornography is illegal. Marriages have to be approved by a committee, and if the couple shows any signs of physical attraction for each other, they are forbidden to marry. Procreation is carried out by artificial insemination, and so there is no “official” purpose for sex. Chastity is the ideal, and local Anti-Sex Leagues promote this ideal through propaganda. The government’s master plan is to destroy the human capacity for affection and lust, thereby creating the perfect citizen, incapable of loyalty to anything other than the Party.

As my story begins, the Party’s grip is weakening. Despite all their attempts to control the human sex drive, it has refused to die. Furthermore, the Thought Police have become corrupt. After years of watching the intimate moments of others, they have become addicted to the very behavior that they are sworn to destroy. They can be bribed to look the other way when it comes to sexual crimes. Sexual activity is still risky and furtive, however, because there is always the threat that the Party could crack down at any time. Meanwhile, a revolutionary underground movement has emerged. This group calls itself the Carnal Underground Movement (CUM). They have dedicated themselves to bringing down the regime, and they specialize in attacking the government’s anti-sex policies. They commit acts of vandalism and civil disobedience, ranging from small-scale deeds, such as drawing obscene graffiti on a wall, to more risky stunts, such as interfering with the broadcast of Big Brother’s speeches. Another favorite tactic is to seduce ordinary citizens and radicalize them by introducing them to sexual pleasure. Many neighborhood Anti-Sex Leagues and Thought Police Precincts have been infiltrated by members of CUM.

My character is Wendy Smith, 30 years old, 5’6”, 130 lbs, brown hair & eyes, 36-24-38. She has been a loyal Party member all her life, but she can’t escape the nagging suspicion that she is missing out on something. She is a virgin who believes in the anti-sex party line, but she still suffers from lustful thoughts. What she doesn’t know is that her neighborhood Anti-Sex League is infested with radicals, and one of these radicals has targeted her for seduction and recruitment into CUM.

I’m looking for a man to play Wendy’s seducer. Other than that, I don’t have a set list of characters in mind. People can create their own characters: Thought Police agents, civilians caught up in their own intrigues, members of CUM committing revolutionary acts, or even Party officials carrying on their own private affairs. Just give a name and a brief description of your character when you enter the story. Drop me an email if you have any questions. And down with Big Brother!

[Edited by Ticklish Girl on 01-09-2001 at 09:35 PM]

 

[Ticklish Girl]

IC: Wendy Smith

Anti-Sex League meetings were always tedious, but for some reason I was having an especially difficult time staying focused on today’s lecture. Most of the time I could go on autopilot and pretend to be engrossed, nodding in all the right places. The trick was to maintain a calm, placid expression, and to give no hint of boredom. You never knew who was watching you from the corner of an eye, making mental notes about you, preparing to tattle on you. Fidgeting in a seat, subtly peeking at a watch, or even looking at the wall instead of the speaker could be taken as a sign of insufficient commitment to the Party, and could result in arrest, interrogation and (if you were lucky) imprisonment. Even if there were no informants or undercover Thought Police agents in the group, there were always the good citizens who were eager to do their part to stamp out thoughtcrime. This knowledge made it difficult to trust anyone – except, of course, Big Brother.

Big Brother. How many times during these interminable meetings had I bit my tongue against the compulsion to leap to my feet and scream “DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER!!!” at the top of my lungs? What would these good people say or do if they knew how deeply I hated Big Brother? I had to stifle a smile at the very thought. They would probably tear me to pieces. There wouldn’t be anything left for the Thought Police to arrest. Such a train of thought was dangerous – I stopped it at once and forced myself to focus on the dry lecture.

After what felt like several hours, the meeting finally ended. I stood up slowly, stretched my tired limbs, and shook hands and made small talk with some of the other group members for a couple of minutes. I never wanted to be the first to leave, because that could be interpreted in a negative way. When the first small clusters of two and three people began to walk out, I drifted along with them.

The cool night air was invigorating after the stuffy community center. Free at last to peek at my watch, I noticed that it was only eight-thirty. I had three hours until curfew, and I didn’t feel like going home just yet. I walked the two blocks to the Victory Café and went inside, making my way to a small corner table. I was a regular here, and the waitress knew me by sight. Less than a minute after I sat down, she brought me my customary sweet roll and cup of tea.

As I sipped the tea and nibbled on the roll, I felt myself relax a little after my long day. I took my time over the snack, relishing the free time to think my private thoughts. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice that someone was standing next to me until I heard a cough. Startled, I looked up.

 

[sex-maniac69]

Ill play your seducer,If you dont mind.

 

[ManOSafety]

OOC: This looks interesting so I think I'll try.

Charles Jones, 33, 6', 185, dark brown hair and eyes. I live in the same neighborhood as Wendy so we often end up attending the same Anti-Sex League meetings. I know her to see her, but have never spoken with her. As a good member of the ASL, I also have not had lustful thoughts about her. Though I have found myself having lustful thoughts, but always with faceless women, a matter that is troubling to me and causes me much guilt.

IC: As the meeting breaks up, I slip out the door in the middle of a group. Glancing at my watch, I see that it is only 8:30 so I still have plenty of time to get home. As I head down the sidewalk, I pass the Victory Cafe, I glance through the windows, but keep heading towards my home. My hands are in my jacket pockets, my coat pulled close around me and my head is down as I walk along.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

OOC: I loved 1984 - it introduced a new word to the language "Orwellian." What a great idea.

I will be "Thor" - a colonel in the Thought Police. I command a full batallion of both men and women supposedly dedicated to stamping out prohibited behavior. In reality, my unit is corrupt - through and through. I have people in key spots; loyal to a fault - not to the state, but to me. When I was a mere Lieutenant I was assigned to the anti-sex squad. After watching citizens engage in sexual activity, I became addicted to sex. I have used my position for years to further my prurient interests. I have also accumulated a tidy fortune by accepting bribes from citizens to "look the other way." Many times I have taken the money and then engaged in sex with the women involved anyway. What are they going to do, complain to the Thought Police?"

Thor is 50ish, well built, eyes that are as blue and chilling as an iceberg, with silver hair. His uniform is impeccably tailored, with the epaulettes of rank gleaming on his shoulders.

IC: Sitting in my office, I idly watch (through the cameras that are everywhere) citizens going about their daily business.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Ill play your seducer,If you dont mind.

OOC: OK, I don't mind. Be sure to give a name and a description.

 

[sex-maniac69]

OOC: Of course.I just believe In getting permission first.


James King
just turned 30
black hair and coal grey eyes.
good build
pale


I was recruited by CUM to seduce and recruit Wendy Smith.She was a good looking woman so I considered it a privlege.She was by the table eating a sweet roll and drinking tea.I krept up behind her.I coughed...

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy

This sudden intrusion upon my quiet time annoyed me, but it also made me nervous. I wasn’t used to being approached by strangers. (Of course, nearly everyone was a stranger these days.) I maintained a calm expression as I studied the man’s face, while at the same time scanning the other diners at the café to see if any of them were watching us. There were only a few people dining, and nobody was looking my way. I relaxed, but only a little. There was still the matter of this man standing too close to me. I was pretty sure I didn’t know him. What did he want?

My hands shook a little, and the teacup rattled slightly as I set it back into the saucer. I could feel my spine stiffening, my manner becoming colder and more formal, and some far corner of my mind noted with detached amusement that I was automatically assuming the “fending off” posture that I had been taught in Anti-Sex League meetings. “Don’t sell it, and they won’t want to buy it,” was how Carol, the group leader, had put it. Apparently I had been paying attention after all.

“Yes, comrade?” I said. My voice was low and calm. “May I help you?”

 

[sex-maniac69]

James:

"Your wendy Smith,Right?," I asked.My mission was seduce her.Recruit her into the CUM.I extended my hand,"Im james,Im new here,"I said."I just moved here and have recently joined your organization,"I lied.'I was wondering if you could help me with a few things,like what all you do there,"I said..

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy

I didn’t take his hand, not because I didn’t want to be friendly, but because I suddenly felt unable to move. His words did nothing to allay my suspicions – quite the opposite, in fact. My brain began to work quickly, weighing possibilities. Less than an hour ago I had been thinking about screaming anti-Big Brother slogans in public – and now this stranger who knew my name suddenly appeared next to me, wanting to get close to me. It couldn’t be a coincidence. He had to be an undercover Thought Police agent, sent to flush me out. I had to be careful here, very careful.

I swallowed hard. My pulse began to pound in my throat. “Have a seat, comrade,” I said, gesturing toward the unoccupied chair across from me. “Then you can tell me exactly what you want.”

 

[sex-maniac69]

James:


I sat in the empty seat.She was quite lovely,an seemed really insecure about me sitting there.I looked around."Would you like another,"I asked gesturing to her sweet roll."On me, all of it,"I said."Actually, I would like to find someone to show me around town,and I heard your name mentioned at the last meeting,so I thought you wouldnt mind,"I said. I smiled..

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy

I shook my head at his offer to buy me another sweet roll. It took me a moment or two to process the rest of what he said, because he looked directly into my eyes as he spoke to me. His eyes were the color of charcoal, and they held mine effortlessly. Suddenly my face felt very warm. I had never realized it before, but most of the people of my acquaintance rarely, if ever, made direct eye contact. His smile was friendly and very charming. It almost made me forget my wariness. I felt something flutter in my stomach and quickly looked away. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me. Why was I so flustered all of a sudden?

I took a deep breath and forced myself to focus. James had said he wanted someone to show him around town. Maybe that was true, and maybe it wasn’t. He could still be an undercover agent sent to check me out for thoughtcrime – but now a new idea occurred to me. If I spent time with him, I could show him just how orthodox I could be. I could be a perfect model of behavior. If he was a Thought Police agent, then he’d have to report that I was beyond reproach. And if he was telling the truth about being new in town, then I stood to gain brownie points with the Party for being a good role model. The only thing I’d have to worry about was my strange susceptibility to his direct gaze, but I could control that using the techniques I had learned from the ASL. My heart began to pound once more, but this time it was with the excitement that confidence brings. I had it all figured out, and it felt good.

I looked back up at him and for the first time that night I smiled. “All right, James. I’ll be happy to show you around. And if you need to brush up on Party doctrine, I’ll be happy to help you with that too." A Party slogan popped into my brain just then, and I automatically recited it: “Comrades working together advance the cause.”

 

[intriguess]

Cynthia

Agent of CUM, my political job is hunting down physical depictions of the sexual act, from photos and video to the written word and old text books. I was recruited prior to my job and my identity remained safe mainly because I was still a virgin. The CUM doctor had even told me I had a very tough hymen and that's why I made such a perfect agent. I passed the spot checks for sexual activity. I had oral sex down to an art form and had mainly worked at introducing older women to discover their own sexuality.

Unfortunately I was getting close to the end of my career, for my safety and CUM's agents usually retired after 10 years.

I was turning 28 in a matter of days and CUM had arranged a marriage. I had no clue who he was, if he was another agent or if I was to gradually corrupt him. However being married meant I no longer had to worry about being checked for virginity as having children would certainly take care of that.

I was worried about my future husband, and glad the slimy and often too personal doctors wouldn't be touching me anymore.

Name: Cynthia Caldwell
Codename: Virgin
Age: not quite 28
Stats: 5'2", long dark hair, warm brown eyes, luscious figure, and heart of gold.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

.......pressing a button on my integrated display, I flipped through the reports for the last 24 hours. Dull, a few minor infractions, but nothing that would give me grist for my daily report. The senile old fart that commands the Though Police will be retired soon - forcibly, if necessary. I desperately want the job, but I must look very very good in the meantime....

 

[sex-maniac69]

James:


"thanks,"I said when she agreed.Perfect,I thought.I paid for her meal,how little it was,and said,"Shall we go,"I said...

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy

“Shall we go?” James said.

“All right,” I said. I stood up, shrugged into my coat, and let him lead the way to the door. I was very careful to leave about a foot of space between us. I didn’t want any physical contact with him, even accidental contact. I was determined to be a model of propriety.

Once outside, I checked my watch and saw that it was just nine o’clock. “Curfew’s at eleven-thirty,” I said. “I’ll just give you the grand tour of the general area. The rest we’ll do another time.” He nodded, and we began to walk down the street. As we strolled I pointed out certain local landmarks, careful all the while to keep some space between us. James was attentive but quiet, apparently content to let me talk for now. Before long, I realized that I was enjoying this. So much of my life involved sitting and listening to others: my boss, the Anti-Sex League speakers, Big Brother. No one ever listened to me. Now here was an opportunity to be the speaker – the authority – and I relished it.

After a few blocks we found ourselves on Sixth Avenue and Forty Sixth Street. “You know,” I said, “there’s a huge statue of Big Brother on Forty Second. It’s really quite impressive. We have enough time to walk over there and check it out if you’d like.” He nodded, and I turned and stepped off the curb.

“Hey, watch out!” yelled a strange voice. At that moment a blue blur shot past me – a bike messenger. He missed me by about six inches. I yelped and hopped back onto the sidewalk. Disoriented, I tried to turn around and bumped right into James. I gasped as my body brushed his, then gasped again as his hands came down on my shoulders to steady me.

We stood together, staring at each other for a very long moment, and his hands stayed on my shoulders. His touch felt good – so good that I could imagine slipping my arms around his waist to pull his warm, strong body closer to me. Thoughtcrime! screamed a voice in my mind. I knew I should tell him to back off, but somehow I couldn’t get my tongue to form the words. All I could do was stare into those charcoal-colored eyes.

 

[sex-maniac69]

James:

I caught her.She didnt try to relinquish contact.So I had to.It wasnt time yet.I would do it around curfew."Be careful," i told her and let go of her.It seemed she had enjoyed our contact.She was definantly CUM material...

 

[Minstrel]

Ignorance is Strength!

Name: Brian Perceval
Age: 39
Size: 6-1, 170
Brown hair, green eyes
Public occupation: Runs a liquor store
Secret occupation: Reports to Thought Police
Codename: Silence

It seems to me I really could become a more valuable member of the new society, if I really tried. Secretly, there is a hidden doubt about whether what I do is right, though the daily broadcasts ensure me about this. The Big Brother is always right and any doubt is dangerous and far from the truth. It might seem the power of the Big Brother is crumbling, but I assure you it is not!

I am very secure about what behavioral patterns will threaten (or even *might* threaten) our community: privacy, self-esteem, friendship and (what they call) "sexuality". This really seems to be something that - on the long run - will pose some minor threat to the way we participate in what the Big Brother has to share with us.

Yes! I have been together with a woman before. She was as much dedicated to the "The Party" as I was. Still I'm not sure (though I should be sure!) that this is the ultimate way men and women should meet. I mean... Well! Isn't there more to it?? And what are these dreams about that make me wake up in the middle of the night?

It's rarely the case that I'm thinking about all these things. Yet, there are dreams! Dreams about being close, being very close... I wish I could finally stop those dreams or make them come true!

I have to go back to work. The store won't run by itself and those thoughts will certainly vanish once I can concentrate on my work...

 

[ManOSafety]

Charles

As I continue on my way home, bundled against the chill of the night air, I pass the liquor store as its lights flicker off signaling its closing. Still further down the road, I pass the statue of Big Brother at Forty-second Street, almost home now.

 

[intriguess]

Cynthia

I made contact and was given the file on my future husband, a solid man. Loyal party member, and had requested a suitable wife be found. I scanned the file, his name was Charles Jones, 33 years old, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, dark brown hair and eyes. I spent the night pouring over the file, trying to get the information that wasn't contained in files.

I shivered, I wanted to meet him before the civil service. Did he even know the match had been arranged?

OOC ManOSafety hope you don't mind me snagging your character

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy

“Be careful,” James said, and removed his hands from my shoulders. I didn’t know if he was referring to the traffic or the strange feelings that had swept over me when he touched me. I supposed it didn’t much matter, because it was sound advice in either case.

With the gentle pressure gone from my shoulders I felt a little unsteady, as if I had drunk too much alcohol on an empty stomach. It took me a moment to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth. “Careful, yes,” I finally muttered, speaking more to myself than to him. “I must be more careful.” I took several deep breaths, forcing myself to appear calm. It didn’t take too much time or effort – after all, I’d had years of experience in hiding my emotions. It wasn’t a trick so much as a necessary survival skill.

When I was sure I had control of myself, I said, “Well, let’s go have a look at the statue, shall we?” He nodded and we set off once again down Sixth Avenue.

I resumed my narrative of the points of interest, speaking perhaps a bit more rapidly than necessary. I was trying to distract us both from the awkward scene that had happened back there. The fact that I wasn’t entirely sure what had happened only increased my desire to put the incident behind me. But no matter how quickly I spoke, I couldn’t forget the feel of his hands, or my longing to touch him. Nor could I forget the shame and fear that followed hard on the heels of that longing. I suspected that I would remember all those things for quite a while.

At last we reached Forty Second Street. Just across Sixth Avenue was the public space that had once been known as Bryant Park and was now called Revolution Park. The statue of Big Brother, thirty feet high and made of granite, stood in the center of the space, looking down at everyone who passed beneath him. The eyes of the statue seemed to follow your every move – and as if to underscore this point, the concrete base of the statue had the familiar message carved into it: BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING.

“It’s the biggest statue of Big Brother in the tri-state area,” I said in a hushed voice, as if the statue could hear me. “You really need to see it at a distance in order to appreciate it.” I fell silent, staring at the figure whose face I knew better than the faces of my parents (long dead, swept up during the Great Purges of the Sixties). As always I felt tiny, insignificant, beneath his indifferent gaze. I half-expected him to raise his stone foot and stomp on the passers-by as if they were so many ants. The thought made me shiver. What was wrong with me tonight?

I turned to James. “We should go,” I said. “It’s getting late.”

 

[sex-maniac69]

James:

"Yes we should,".I knew how mixed up she was inside and if I were to make my move if she would resist or not.No matter Im aware of how to get through that shield...

 

[Minstrel]

Closing the store for the night

We all know liquor is not going to protect you against what might befall you... And I see so many shadowy figures walk by my windows on a chilly night like this.

It's just rarely that people come in here to buy - or even ask about - some of these weak mixtures I'm allowed to sell. Oh, of course, The Party won't allow for stronger stuff! And to give you more peace of mind, the ongoing video transmissions are just what you need. But what is this nagging feeling about?

Another shade just went by the window... Did he/she hesitate for a moment before walking ahead? I'm just shaking my head to chase away any illusion. Time to close the store. Nothing to report.

Wait... A slip of paper pushed under the store entry door? I have to rip it into pieces. The Party only allows for official communication. No such things as hand-written notes on a small piece of paper. I must destroy it! Without reading it...

I can't!

Picking it up... and I put it into one of my pockets - unread. Shivering...

Turning the sign at the door to say "CLOSED", walk out and lock the door. About an hour before I reach my room now. And the paper slip is still unread.

Will watch some transmissions from the Big Brother to comfort me and make me feel secure.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy

We turned away from the statue and began to walk back the way we had come. After a couple of blocks I felt a little more relaxed, although I was still careful to keep some space between James and me.

I had to admit it: he intrigued me. He certainly could be considered good-looking, although one wasn’t supposed to notice such superficialities in this new post-Revolution world. Physical attraction was a bourgeois concept. The Party had eliminated it along with all the other bourgeois concepts and in doing so had succeeded in fostering perfect equality between the sexes. We weren’t supposed to see each other as men and women – instead, we were all comrades. That was the ideal, anyway. But sometimes the nagging question occurred to me: If we were all comrades, why was life so damned lonely?

I shook myself out of this reverie before it could lead to dangerous ideas and turned to James. “If you live nearby, I’d be happy to walk you to your door,” I said. That sounded like the comradely thing to do.

 

[sex-maniac69]

James;

"Why dont you come in for some coffee or something," I asked.Or something alright...