The world was scorched for over a hundred years during the war with the aliens and finally they left. Unfortunately not much of humanity survived. Most did so by scattering to groups so small they werent noticed or moving into caves or remote islands. Those who chose to remain where they were died or survived through very hard times. It came as a shock when the aliens left and women became a source of money, to be used and sold by the wanderers to the tribes. After a hundred years human nature has taken over once more.
PostApocolypse (open the more the merrier)
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Jessie Carothers
age 19
ht 5'5
Wt 108lbs
eyes Green
hair Red
Jessie looked around again at the cavern covered with fungus wishing she had been born back when vegetables and meat were still common. Her family had been farming mushrooms as long as she could remember and trading them occassionally for plasma weapons or the conventional kind. She went back to her harvesting as she did every day for the past three weeks and began to daydream about living on the surface like the stories her grandmother had told her when she was young.
age 19
ht 5'5
Wt 108lbs
eyes Green
hair Red
Jessie looked around again at the cavern covered with fungus wishing she had been born back when vegetables and meat were still common. Her family had been farming mushrooms as long as she could remember and trading them occassionally for plasma weapons or the conventional kind. She went back to her harvesting as she did every day for the past three weeks and began to daydream about living on the surface like the stories her grandmother had told her when she was young.
PhoenixPrime01
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Joe:
The last female of The People had sent me on the hunt to bring new blood into the people.
The search had been going on for several weeks when, quite accidently, I stumbled on sign. Small human footprints on a patch of bare soil heading West toward the mountains about 4 hours walk away.
I began to follow the tracks, casting side to side when they were lost on hard or rocky ground as I continued forward located them again.
Now after almost half a day I'd located the mouth of a cavern in the side of a valley and set up a cold camp to watch. Snares were set for small game, I gathered tubers and berries and waited with the patience of a hunting predator.
OOC: I hope this begins along the way you wish. If not let me know please and I'll edit it.
The last female of The People had sent me on the hunt to bring new blood into the people.
The search had been going on for several weeks when, quite accidently, I stumbled on sign. Small human footprints on a patch of bare soil heading West toward the mountains about 4 hours walk away.
I began to follow the tracks, casting side to side when they were lost on hard or rocky ground as I continued forward located them again.
Now after almost half a day I'd located the mouth of a cavern in the side of a valley and set up a cold camp to watch. Snares were set for small game, I gathered tubers and berries and waited with the patience of a hunting predator.
OOC: I hope this begins along the way you wish. If not let me know please and I'll edit it.
(its everyones thread but yes thats pretty much what I had in mind)
Jessie
The day had worn on and night would come soon. I pick up the sacks of mushrooms and begin the 3 hour lope home to the foothills stopping occassionally to smell some of the flowers that had recently began springing up everywhere. For the most part just enjoying the one of the first opportunities Ive ever had to be frivolous and carefree.
Jessie
The day had worn on and night would come soon. I pick up the sacks of mushrooms and begin the 3 hour lope home to the foothills stopping occassionally to smell some of the flowers that had recently began springing up everywhere. For the most part just enjoying the one of the first opportunities Ive ever had to be frivolous and carefree.
PhoenixPrime01
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Joe:
A woman and a young one. I didn't even bother with the snares. I watched as she headed along the same path she'd taken to get here. Very careless.
I'd spied several good ambush points and had to scout each to be sure no one was in them waiting for me. Now I'd use on to capture her.
I ran ahead through the woods, cut over a hill by crawling over the crest on my belly so I wouldn't stand out and reached the nest of rock beside her trail at least 5 minutes before she could.
A very thin ultra strong line was tied to a bush trunk across the trail and I took the other end into the nest with me. My pack was shucked and I got out the restraints, collar and it's control and waited patiently for the quarry was coming. I could just barely hear the slap of the loping feet on the bare ground as she approached.
Through a small gap between to of the rocks I watched as she grew closer and closer and gripped the line's toggle tightly.
With a jerk I pulled it taut and leaned back to brace for her weight. Two more steps and she hit the line. The sack she was carrying flew as she put out her hands to catch herself as she fell.
The toggle was dropped and I sprang out and straddled her seconds after she hit the ground with an "Ummmph" as the breath was driven from her lungs.
Both arms were grabbed and the restraints closed on them behind her back. The collar was quickly lock around her neck. Then my hands ran over her body searching for her weaons.
OOC: Need to know what's hidden and where. He'll be very through in his search, front and back, hair too and under the clothing.
A woman and a young one. I didn't even bother with the snares. I watched as she headed along the same path she'd taken to get here. Very careless.
I'd spied several good ambush points and had to scout each to be sure no one was in them waiting for me. Now I'd use on to capture her.
I ran ahead through the woods, cut over a hill by crawling over the crest on my belly so I wouldn't stand out and reached the nest of rock beside her trail at least 5 minutes before she could.
A very thin ultra strong line was tied to a bush trunk across the trail and I took the other end into the nest with me. My pack was shucked and I got out the restraints, collar and it's control and waited patiently for the quarry was coming. I could just barely hear the slap of the loping feet on the bare ground as she approached.
Through a small gap between to of the rocks I watched as she grew closer and closer and gripped the line's toggle tightly.
With a jerk I pulled it taut and leaned back to brace for her weight. Two more steps and she hit the line. The sack she was carrying flew as she put out her hands to catch herself as she fell.
The toggle was dropped and I sprang out and straddled her seconds after she hit the ground with an "Ummmph" as the breath was driven from her lungs.
Both arms were grabbed and the restraints closed on them behind her back. The collar was quickly lock around her neck. Then my hands ran over her body searching for her weaons.
OOC: Need to know what's hidden and where. He'll be very through in his search, front and back, hair too and under the clothing.
poohlive
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"Benny, Benny. The wrench, Benny, the wrench."
He wiped the sweat from his face, not realizing a huge grease mark went over it. He shook his head once, then twice, looking up at the car engine. The rusted out parts didn't seem worth working on, but considering every other hunk of metal he had seen in the past several months had nothing more than tires and seats, he took it in leasure.
A wrench came in through the side. He moved to grab it, putting it up against the bottom, letting it rack some of the rust off so he could see better.
He closed his eyes, but it still stung as the red flakes drifted down. Dandruff, he laughed, using the back of his hand, which he pretened was clean, to get the rust out of his watering eyes.
"Benny, the towel."
A red towel came through. He grabbed it, wiping himself down. What a stupid thing to do.
"The carbeurator, it looks like it's impending on the oscillator. We've got quite a work out ahead of us, I need the scissors. This is an all night job."
He came out from the bottom of the car. An old Prelude, it would have said had the rust not taken the name off.
"We can do it."
A dog sat, wagging his little tail, looking up at him, the tongue lolling back and forth as he breathed. Fred didn't know much about dogs, but if that wasn't a smile, he would eat his hat.
"Eat it right up," he said, patting the dog on the head to go and get the scissors, "Benny, don't touch the car. It's in a very delicate part of the procedure. The oil could leak out at any moment."
Benny looked at him go over to his tiny tool box. A little red thing which he kept most all of his posessions in at the moment, nothing more than a few assorted tools he had found on the street, and a few pieces of jerky he gotten from a store in their last town.
A pair of scissors.
He went over to the car, trying to get the hood open. It didn't budge. He pushed, and heard something break off.
"Damnit," he pushed it up, hearing something squeak inside.
"The main hydraulics broke off, but that's only frivolties. We only need the main stuff."
He began scraping the rust off various parts of the car, "Ok, the intake manifold is holding, and looks like we've got a good phlux capacitor. I don't think any of the valves have been tampered with. Damn canadians, they are what turned this thing south. I would still be in my penthouse if it weren't for them."
Benny barked, as if to answer.
"Damn straight."
He nodded, looking it over once more.
"Yep, yep, yep," he nodded to the dog, who was still looking at the car, "We have ourselves a working automobile. Come on Benny, let's go cruise the strip. Pick us up some fine women."
Benny hopped into the passenger seat, jumping through the hole where the passenger door should have been. Fred got inside, turning the keys.
Nothing happened.
"Damn," he sat, hitting the steering wheel, "You touched it didn't you?"
The dog flattened his ears, "I knew it! I knew it. We need to go get oil. I told you not to touch it."
Benny got out of the car, a sad look on his face.
"That's right, you should apologize. All my work for nothing. Well, let's get going. I didn't like the color anyway."
He got out, picking up his tools which were now scattered about, and then began chewing on a piece of jerky. The dog whimpered at him. He thought about it, then lamented, throwing the little guy the last piece.
"Don't say I never did nothing nice to you. Come on, only a few more miles. I think it's this way."
He walked off to where the sun was setting, the dog following after him, his tail wagging back and forth.
He wiped the sweat from his face, not realizing a huge grease mark went over it. He shook his head once, then twice, looking up at the car engine. The rusted out parts didn't seem worth working on, but considering every other hunk of metal he had seen in the past several months had nothing more than tires and seats, he took it in leasure.
A wrench came in through the side. He moved to grab it, putting it up against the bottom, letting it rack some of the rust off so he could see better.
He closed his eyes, but it still stung as the red flakes drifted down. Dandruff, he laughed, using the back of his hand, which he pretened was clean, to get the rust out of his watering eyes.
"Benny, the towel."
A red towel came through. He grabbed it, wiping himself down. What a stupid thing to do.
"The carbeurator, it looks like it's impending on the oscillator. We've got quite a work out ahead of us, I need the scissors. This is an all night job."
He came out from the bottom of the car. An old Prelude, it would have said had the rust not taken the name off.
"We can do it."
A dog sat, wagging his little tail, looking up at him, the tongue lolling back and forth as he breathed. Fred didn't know much about dogs, but if that wasn't a smile, he would eat his hat.
"Eat it right up," he said, patting the dog on the head to go and get the scissors, "Benny, don't touch the car. It's in a very delicate part of the procedure. The oil could leak out at any moment."
Benny looked at him go over to his tiny tool box. A little red thing which he kept most all of his posessions in at the moment, nothing more than a few assorted tools he had found on the street, and a few pieces of jerky he gotten from a store in their last town.
A pair of scissors.
He went over to the car, trying to get the hood open. It didn't budge. He pushed, and heard something break off.
"Damnit," he pushed it up, hearing something squeak inside.
"The main hydraulics broke off, but that's only frivolties. We only need the main stuff."
He began scraping the rust off various parts of the car, "Ok, the intake manifold is holding, and looks like we've got a good phlux capacitor. I don't think any of the valves have been tampered with. Damn canadians, they are what turned this thing south. I would still be in my penthouse if it weren't for them."
Benny barked, as if to answer.
"Damn straight."
He nodded, looking it over once more.
"Yep, yep, yep," he nodded to the dog, who was still looking at the car, "We have ourselves a working automobile. Come on Benny, let's go cruise the strip. Pick us up some fine women."
Benny hopped into the passenger seat, jumping through the hole where the passenger door should have been. Fred got inside, turning the keys.
Nothing happened.
"Damn," he sat, hitting the steering wheel, "You touched it didn't you?"
The dog flattened his ears, "I knew it! I knew it. We need to go get oil. I told you not to touch it."
Benny got out of the car, a sad look on his face.
"That's right, you should apologize. All my work for nothing. Well, let's get going. I didn't like the color anyway."
He got out, picking up his tools which were now scattered about, and then began chewing on a piece of jerky. The dog whimpered at him. He thought about it, then lamented, throwing the little guy the last piece.
"Don't say I never did nothing nice to you. Come on, only a few more miles. I think it's this way."
He walked off to where the sun was setting, the dog following after him, his tail wagging back and forth.
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OOC:
Welcome to the aftermath pooh. *s*
Bet the overgrown frat boy isn't eating jerky. *L
Welcome to the aftermath pooh. *s*
Bet the overgrown frat boy isn't eating jerky. *L
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Ooc: you know me, I never miss a party.
Oh yeah, I mean, even after war and desolation, 7 Eleven will still be open 24/7, lol.
You don't want to know, I don't want to know. The dog likes it, he likes it... let's just all pretend it's jerky, ok?
Oh yeah, I mean, even after war and desolation, 7 Eleven will still be open 24/7, lol.
You don't want to know, I don't want to know. The dog likes it, he likes it... let's just all pretend it's jerky, ok?
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LMAO* Any meat can be jerked and some seems to have been while still ambulatory I think.
Heading for the sack. Have a good later today. *s*
Heading for the sack. Have a good later today. *s*
Jessie
She shudders under the mans weight shocked by the attack she is helpless to resist as his hands grope her body and take the knife she had in her boot. "you better let me go. My father is a fungus farmer. He has lots of friends theyll kill you...."
She shudders under the mans weight shocked by the attack she is helpless to resist as his hands grope her body and take the knife she had in her boot. "you better let me go. My father is a fungus farmer. He has lots of friends theyll kill you...."
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Joe:
I raise up a bit and roll you over so I can see you. I listen to your words and smile as my eyes rove over your face and then your body.
What I'd felt as I searched for weapons had fueled the lust that had been ignited by the capture of a young female.
My hands began to follow my eyes, this time not searching though, this time feeling the firm flesh, the shape and contours of your body and all of it's nooks and crannies as I speak softly in a deep voice, "He won't. Now you're captured and the collar around your neck can't be removed unless it's done at the village of The People. If it's tried it will blow your head off woman."
I reach into my belt pouch and produce a small rectanglar box with three buttons.
Holding it I continue, "This allows me to do the same thing if you're with a quarter mile of me. It also allows me to discipline you without touching you or marking you.
"A small demonstration woman."
I stand so you don't see what's done but suddenly your body convulses as an electic shock shoots from your neck to your head and down your body. The pain is so intense your not even able to make a sound just convulse and jerk.
However, it only lasts for a few seconds then begins to ease. The convulsions immediately stop but the twitches continue for a bit longer.
"Obey me always and you won't feel it again woman is that very clear to you.
"Disobey and each time it will be longer. Each time the pain will last more.
"You're now mine. You're now a captive and slave to me and to The People. You now live to obey and submit.
"Is that very clear to you woman or must I give you another demonstration of what will happen if you don't?" As I finish the 'thing' in my hand moves to catch your attention and draw from my eyes. The threat very obvious.
I raise up a bit and roll you over so I can see you. I listen to your words and smile as my eyes rove over your face and then your body.
What I'd felt as I searched for weapons had fueled the lust that had been ignited by the capture of a young female.
My hands began to follow my eyes, this time not searching though, this time feeling the firm flesh, the shape and contours of your body and all of it's nooks and crannies as I speak softly in a deep voice, "He won't. Now you're captured and the collar around your neck can't be removed unless it's done at the village of The People. If it's tried it will blow your head off woman."
I reach into my belt pouch and produce a small rectanglar box with three buttons.
Holding it I continue, "This allows me to do the same thing if you're with a quarter mile of me. It also allows me to discipline you without touching you or marking you.
"A small demonstration woman."
I stand so you don't see what's done but suddenly your body convulses as an electic shock shoots from your neck to your head and down your body. The pain is so intense your not even able to make a sound just convulse and jerk.
However, it only lasts for a few seconds then begins to ease. The convulsions immediately stop but the twitches continue for a bit longer.
"Obey me always and you won't feel it again woman is that very clear to you.
"Disobey and each time it will be longer. Each time the pain will last more.
"You're now mine. You're now a captive and slave to me and to The People. You now live to obey and submit.
"Is that very clear to you woman or must I give you another demonstration of what will happen if you don't?" As I finish the 'thing' in my hand moves to catch your attention and draw from my eyes. The threat very obvious.
Amy
She looks up at the man and the box in his hand. As he pushes the button her body spasms and her mind races in panic. The flow subsides and she begins to regain control of herself, her mind still reeling trying to find reality again. The confusion builds to anger as she regains herself and stares him in the eye with a sudden cold cruelty replacing her innocent ranting.
"You know when this thing comes off my neck I am going to put one on you and let a small child play with that box"
She simply lies there on the ground staring up at you. By the look in her eyes she is running ideas through her head. Apparently this isnt the first time she has been captured.
She looks up at the man and the box in his hand. As he pushes the button her body spasms and her mind races in panic. The flow subsides and she begins to regain control of herself, her mind still reeling trying to find reality again. The confusion builds to anger as she regains herself and stares him in the eye with a sudden cold cruelty replacing her innocent ranting.
"You know when this thing comes off my neck I am going to put one on you and let a small child play with that box"
She simply lies there on the ground staring up at you. By the look in her eyes she is running ideas through her head. Apparently this isnt the first time she has been captured.
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