Cabin in the woods (closed)

[zydrate]

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Well, Nicole Mason seemed to survive her first day at the small cabin for a much needed vacation. She was set to spend 2 weeks here away from the hustle and bustle of the city and away from her job as a nurse.

Nicole was anything but a 'damsel' in the woods as she stayed at the cabin by herself. She had grown up in a family of boys, her father and 4 older brothers, so she knew how to take care of herself. Besides, the cabin was well equipped with food and most modern necessities such as satellite and internet...so she wasn't really roughing it but she didn't bother getting online or watching TV either. She just needed to rest and forget her hectic work life, that it. Her personal life was more than lacking but she couldn't complain....right?

Yeah, right.

As she rested on the couch in the living area of the cabin, she had a book and a glass of wine as she settled down to relax for the evening.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Rodney watched the little cabin from behind the bole of a big oak, trying to decide whether or not to risk approaching. There was a car, so there was somebody there, but who and how many?
It had been two days, now, since he’d escaped from that county transport center, and he was hungry.

Yeah, he’d been a Boy Scout at one time in his life, but briefly, and he’d never liked the whole “roughing it in the woods” scene. He wasn’t cut out to be Ewell Gibbons, and sleeping on the ground with all the mosquitoes and other critters crawling about really sucked ass…

What he wanted was food, a real bed, and a place to hold up to formulate a plan. And this nice little bucolic piece of Americana looked like just the spot, for now. He’d have to move soon, of course; they were looking for him, and he needed to get farther away. But a few days here should see him set up for a longer haul, and that was all he needed.

He hoped the deputy he’d brained didn’t die, but if he did…oh, well. It was the price one paid for being stupid and naïve. Rodney was neither, and had no qualms about taking advantage of those who were. Where he grew up, that was how you survived.

Seeing no activity for a long time, and with darkness coming on, he decided it was safe enough to get closer and get some more in-depth information about the place and who was there. He crept forward until he was against the side of the cabin, then carefully inched over to where he could see into the window. The lamp was situated close to the glass, so he thought there was minimal risk in taking a good, long look.

It was a cozy little place, looked like two, maybe three rooms, all decorated with hunting-themed shit. He’d already made note of the small satellite dish mounted on the porch roof, so the flatscreen TV on the wall didn’t surprise him. A young, red-headed chick was sitting in a chair with her back towards the window, reading. There didn’t seem to be any jackets or fishing poles or other such things that might indicate a man in the house. That was good…

 

[zydrate]

Nicole had just finished her 2nd glass of wine and even though her book was interesting, it got boring after a while. Setting it down on the table, she stood and grabbed her glass. Perhaps one more glass was needed before she went to take a long hot bath before dinner.

Dinner, a pot roast, had been simmering in the crock pot all day and it was starting to make the cabin smell delicious. Usually when she made dinner like this, it would last her all week and that was fine with her since she was really into cooking anything too fancy.

As filled her glass, only half way, she could sense something amiss. It felt like someone was watching?

"No.." she whispered as she took a sip and walked toward the bathroom. It was just her paranoia about being alone. Although she was used to be spending a majority of her time alone, it didn't bother her but she was some place different so she was a little on edge...at least the wine would help some more.

She got her bath ready, the hot water was going to feel so good. The water was scented with vanilla and cherries as she stepped into it after undressing. She smiled as she felt the water engulf her body and she closed her eyes as she leaned back against the side and felt her body relax.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He watched for a long time through the window, waiting to see if anyone else showed up. It was full dark, now, so he felt safe enough staying by the house, though he was careful to stay out of the light shining through the window. He was half-convinced that a guy was going to show up: boyfriend, husband, somebody. But eventually he decided that the stupid twat was out here all by herself. Good luck for him; bad luck for her...

He moved around the house, looking for things he could use. Around back there was a small lean-to built against the house. He tried the door cautiously: unlocked. With trepidation he slowly eased it open. People who stayed in old cabins like this weren't here for maintenance, and the hinges were most likely rusty.

His luck held. They weren't well-oiled, but they didn't make much noise, either. With the door propped open he felt around the inside of the frame on both sides, looking for a switch; people who would put satellite in a place like this would most likely install a light in a storage shed, too--convenience, you know...

He was right, and with a flick he could see. In the dim glow of the 60-watt bulb he glanced over trimmers and pruners and some flower pots and such. There! A tool box. Just what the doctor ordered.

He opened the lid and rummaged through the screwdrivers, hammers, pliers, and wrenches until he found a utility knife, then cast about among the rest of the jumbled stuff until he found the other thing he wanted badly--a coil of rope. It was cotton, soft and limp with age, but it would do. It would do.

He turned off the light in case it was visible from the back windows, but left the door open---just because it didn't squeak when opening didn't mean it wouldn't when closing. Then he returned to his watching spot, just in time to see her close her book, get up, and move towards another part of the house.

(OOC: There's more. I'll post it in a little bit.)

 

[BurningMonkey]

First she headed for the little kitchen area and started to pour herself some more wine, but then she stopped and looked around, and his heart leaped into his mouth. Had he made some noise? Had something else spooked her? But after a moment she just picked up the glass and moved towards the bathroom. He relaxes somewhat, but the sudden flood of adrenalin left him a little shaky.

He crept around the other side of the house and peeked into the bathroom window; she was drawing a bath. Good! That would give him time to think of what to do next. He watched appreciatively as she got undressed, admiring her naked form before she stepped into the tub. Nice. Very nice...

As soon as her foot hit the water he raced back to the front of the house and gently tried the doorknob. Unlocked! Jesus, the stupid twat... He eased it open and stepped softly across the carpet, looking all over for her purse--first things first.

Spotting the bag, he took it down close to the floor and simply dumped its contents onto the carpet; the pile muffled whatever clinking sounds that would come from such things as keys and change. Ah! There it was: her cellphone. He slipped it into his pocket, bemused for a second by the little bullet vibrator that sat prominently among the other debris. A naughty stupid twat, evidently.

Moving silently to the little kitchen area, he quickly but silently opened one drawer after another until he found a knife. Perfect. He locked the front door, and the back, and settled into the armchair, the knife across his knees in prominent view, and waited.

(OOC: Okay, I'm done.)

 

[zydrate]

Taking longer in her bath than she had intended, Nicole stepped out of the now cooled off water and wrapped herself up in her favorite robe as she let her fall free from the bun she had put it in before. She was a bit tipsy but relaxed.

Yeah, this was what she wanted. She wanted to forget her troubles and relax.

During her bath, she had decided that after dinner, she would watch a movie and then afterward, perhaps have a little fun with her 'toys' she had brought.

In a pathetic way, that was the only way she had fun lately. After working 14-18 days sometimes in the E.R. didn't leave much time for dating or having a personal life. So Nicole made up for it in different ways.

Yeah, pathetic.

When was the last time she slept with someone? Too long, that was for sure.

Well, no need to think about that now. That was life and she was OK with it.

Right?

Shaking her head, she walked out of the bathroom and as she was looking down and tying the strap on her robe, she didn't see the man sitting in the chair when she first entered the room but as soon as she looked up, they made eye contact. It took more than a second to realize that she wasn't the only one there.

Fuck! There was someone in the cabin!! With a quick turn on her heel and as she suppressed a scream, Nicole bolted for the front door...only to find it locked!!! It was then she let out a cry of frustration and fear.

Fear? Her?

Fuck yes fear! There was someone there wearing an orange jumper!

 

[BurningMonkey]

He waited. Her first reaction was shock, as he had anticipated. Her second was to run to the door and try to escape; he had anticipated that, too. The doors were equipped with that type of deadbolt that was keyed from both sides instead of just a knob-lever on the inside, and the key was safely in his pocket.

He didn’t move from the chair as all this was happening, waiting patiently for her initial panic to subside. If he didn’t make any threatening movements, eventually reason would reassert itself. She would still be scared, but she would at least be able to think rationally.

“Jesus, sweetheart! Quit screaming, willya?” he said from the chair. “Nobody’s going to hear you, and you’re hurting my ears.”