The Birth of A New World

[Jack_Shriker]

OOC: This is a sexual role playing thread based after the third world war the world has in part ended and everyone that is alive is struggling to live but yet there are the few that venture out and survive in the vast nothing ness that is now earth that is what most of the charcaters i want to be people who want to live and feel that they can have fun here cause thats what its here for*



Name : Jack Shriker
occupation before the end of the world: Police Officer / Bartender on weekends
looks: 6 foot 5 inches blnde sandy hair and deep blue eyes in good condition because of his cop traoining and really good with a gun

I sat there in my Tavern That i had just opened the Wordls end i called I figured it would be a wayward stop for the adventures and if they wished they could stay and live here didnt bother me and i sat and waited i sipped my drink and shot a can

 

[Jack_Shriker]

bump

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Neely MacRoth

Neely couldn't believe her luck. A bar. In the middle of Nowheresville. Hell, EVERYWHERE was Nowheresville these days.

But there was that saying... How'd it go again? Something like 'People go to church for the same reasons they go to a tavern: to stupefy themselves, to forget their misery, to imagine themselves, for a few minutes anyway, free and happy.' Yeah, that was it.

Who was she kidding? She hadn't seen another living soul in over two weeks. Maybe... Just maybe there was some truth in that quote by Bakunin. She hitched her backpack a little higher on her shoulder and pushed the door open.

Blowing in like a cool breeze on a hot summer day, Neely brushed a stray wisp of hair out of her eyes and took a look around. Well the joint wasn't exactly hopping, but there was someone here. One someone.

She walked over to him and held out her hand. "My name's Neely. Neely MacRoth. What's a gal got to do to get a drink around here?"

 

[Jack_Shriker]

well you already did one nice to meet you nelly names jack, jack shriker nice to meet you.*pouring her a glass of brandy* welcome to the end of the world saloon nice name huh. Not much going on round here now a days *eyeing her up * just alot of small raids happen round here every now and then.

 

[truthpurveyor]

Crank

I stepped out of the worthless car that had given out with a loud grinding noise and gathered my gear.

"Now where?" I asked out loud as had become my habit "Old Chicago is north of here but what's in between?"

Shouldering my pack I pulled my face wraps tight and began to walk for what looked like a building in the distance.

*Maybe I can scavenge a few cans of food from it* I thought to myself *Then take off after resting up*

Quickly I crossed the distance and then stepped up on the walkway to the building.

"What the hell?" I wondered as I loosened the kerchief and grabbed onto the door knob. "This place looks likes it's had people in it recently"

Pulling an ancient yet sharp knife from the sheath at my belt I opened the door and stepped quickly in and to the side.

"Any one here?" I called out and then stood gaping as I saw not one person but two and one a female to boot!

"You live here in the middle of nowhere?" I asked in wonder as I looked over what appeared to be a bar "I have things to trade for a couple of cans of grub and water?"

Putting the knife away, I lowered my pack to the floor still wary but no longer feeling a threat, then stretched and yawned.

"Another hot day in hell, huh?" I muttered as I worked out the kinks in my shoulders and arms.

OOC: Hope this works for ya? Crank, an ex-everything coming out of nowhere and headed right back there, to Crank survival is the name of the game and a meal is all he ever looks forward to. Living off the wasteland he never stops moving for long.

Not tall, but broad shouldered he weighs in at an even 240, black hair streaked with white his green eyes stand out against the dark tan he's aquired.

 

[Jack_Shriker]

Hey how you doing welcome to my bar names Jack Shriker good to see im getting some business and nah i dont need anything for my booze hell what could i do with money anyways. *tossing a glass of brandy down the bar to the man and the wiping the bar counter with my towel* So Nelly what brings you to this area must be me right smiles jokingly* ahh just kidding ya now really what you doing round here

 

[Justine]

Adele

After days out in the woods, bathing in lakes, hunting, and basically surviving, she was missing people.
That place seemed deserted, but the noise of a car captured her attention, and when she saw the man in it heading to a building, she decided to check things there.

Her ears thanked for the sound of human voices, and her eyes feasted on the party of three that she saw in there.

Feeling a bit shy, she walks to them, slowly, expecting to be noticed.
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OCC: Waiting for approval... Adele used to be a spoiled rich wife, who lost everything (including hubby). Got surprised with her own abilities to survive, and was starting to even like this new and free lifestyle. 5'6", 130lbs, light brown hair - shoulder lenght, blue eyes, mid 30s.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Bronwyn

The sun blazed viciously down on the unwelcoming landscape, the shapes of twisted metal and crumbling walls looming out of the ground. I shifted the weight of my pack to the other shoulder, raising my canteen to my lips. It was dry, as I expected, and I snarled at the unfairness of it all.

My white tank top revealed the marks of my trade. A scar ran the length of my upper arm, a painful reminder of who I was at all times. From some I accepted only money; others paid my way with mute hospitality. All they asked in return was a single bullet.

On some level, the war had never stopped. It was still humanity vs. itself. We had all been reduced to the animalistic nature of survival. For some, I made survival impossible. It was a living.

Remorse in the taking of a life was something, at least for me, which faded away at the first echo of shots. I didn’t kill for the twisted pleasure that some took; and it was only the “bad guys” I hunted. That is, if there were enough people left for “good” and “evil” to really make a difference.

Platinum blonde hair was plastered to the back of my neck as I saw his figure in the distance. I had come to know Crank so well by his shadow. Crouching behind the burnt skeleton of a car, I watched his moves carefully from a safe distance, fingering the gun tucked neatly into the small of my back. He was completely oblivious to the fact that he was my prey. And I, as a predator, crouched and waited.

It wasn’t money I was after this time. Crank was the man who had scavenged my family’s house, right before the beginning of the end. They had died, now he must as well. Eye for an eye.

Money couldn’t even begin to touch the satisfaction of pure, sweet revenge.

 

[truthpurveyor]

Crank

"I believe it used to be customary for the first drink to be on the house in the classier joints" I stated as I picked up the drink he neatly slid down to me. "Here's to your health"

Raising the glass I toss the bourbon back and compliment him "This is the real thing, I'm impressed at its quality"

Reaching into my pack on the seat beside me I pull out a container and open it, revealing a neat row of disks and look at the woman and owner seeing thier curiousity.

"Funny how a man with nothin going nowhere can find what was left after the "big one". After a while I started encoding these disks and cataloging the locations and what they hold, after I tucked the contents neatly away of course. All is for sale if the price is right, and I have a considerable inventory."

Shop talk done I close the case after verifying the disks were all present and in good shape, eying the woman at the bar who had yet to speak since I had come in.

"So what kind of establishment do you run, Jack? Besides excellent bourbon what else is on the menu?"

 

[Jack_Shriker]

ooc: adele sounds fine

well Crank i dont really run an establish ment this is my home and always will be all are welcome to stay ya just got to earn your keep. Hey Is that who i think it is . Adele long time no see you old Minx how you been. Hows life treating you? common say hi to your old friend Jack

 

[Justine]

Before my eyes get completely used to the place, I hear a somewhat familiar voice and look at the blond figure saying my name.

"Jack...? Jack S-h-r-i-k-e-r??" And after so long, I feel the pleasure of laughing with joy as I quickly move to his open arms.

I hardly see what the other two people there look like, but I sense the other man making a subtle, yet protective movement towards a case.

 

[Jack_Shriker]

how ya been Adele what ya been up too still see your hot as ever

 

[Justine]

One hand caressing Jack's hair, I still smile softly and feeling good to see a familiar face - "Just been wandering, Jack... surviving... but perhaps it is time to start living again?".

As if I had noticed them only now, I turn around to face the man and the woman who are also there, and wonder if there is anything going on.

 

[truthpurveyor]

Crank

Sitting there sipping my second drink I watched the couple getting reaquainted and was pulled back to a happier time of my own, before every day was a challenge for survival and each person you met was someone to use or be used by.

"Neely" seemed to be in a world of her own as well, having said little to me as she was introduced by Jack, her eyes looking me over with disapproval then turning away.

The air felt cool the lack of the intense sun a relief and I enjoyed the brief respite it as I sipped the drink, promising myself to stay overnite and then leave the following morning.

"Jack, thanks man" I acknowledged "I always settle my debts, but I'm not a settling down man, I found a cache of fuel not far from here and will give you it's location, if you can put me up for the night?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Bronwyn

I sat, waiting for Crank to return. When he failed to reappear momentarily, I slithered out of the knapsack, stashing it under what remained of the Chevy’s front seat.

Striding to the dilapidated building, I found the faint signs of inhabitance I had come to crave. Humans are social creatures, and I had gone for weeks without contact with another. Peeing cautiously into the gloom, I made out a cluster of shapes, two definitively female.

Crank didn’t know my face, as I had never been stupid or desperate enough to reveal my identity to him. Slinking into what had once been a happening nightclub, which was now only used because of the bar, I cleared my throat.

Four heads swiveled in my direction, and I paused before joining the lone man on a stool. Tapping the sand from my boots, I leaned against the counter.

“Name’s Bronwyn,” I remarked coolly, to no one in particular. Directing my eyes to the figure obviously acting as the bartender, I continued. “I fancy this is ‘bout the only place between here and the end of the earth that a girl could get a drink. Give me something with a ‘lil kick to it.”

 

[truthpurveyor]

Crank

I didn't recognize the face but knew the look and way she acted well as she sat at the stool on my right side.

"HUNTER!!!" it cried to me and I smiled thinking *So does the hunter become the hunted, we shall see*

"Crank, and I reccomend the bourbon" I said as an introduction, staring forward and keeping my face impassive, offering her my right hand as my right slid to the knife at my belt.

"So what do you think, Jack?" I asked as I tried to appear unconcerned "Does 500 gallons of high octane cover a room for the night and breakfast?"

 

[Jack_Shriker]

sure it'll be a gas a Crank and lady here ya go a double bourbon nice to meet ya Names Jack Jack Shriker owner of this here patronage

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Bronwyn

I stared at Crank until he blinked and looked away, his dark eyes exhilarating in their depths. Was the brief look of recognition on his face real or imagined?

“Bourbon it is…you’ve convinced me. I was never one good at making frivolous decisions.”

Retrieving my hand from his lingering grasp, I stared into the grimy mirror behind the bar. Only faint reflections of light shone threw the layers of dirt accumulated. I was thankful for this…a long day’s walk in the brutal summer weather didn’t do miracles for a girl’s looks.

Accepting the cool drink, I thanked Jack with a faint smile, letting my mind wander. At the mention of high octane, I turned my attention back to the conversation. Business like that went hand in hand with my own expertise. It was one of my areas of trading, and that which frequently got the best return rate. Even though we as humans had practically wiped our own race out, we insisted on continuing polluting the Earth as well to the bitter end.

“You deal in anything besides fuel, Crank?”

 

[truthpurveyor]

Crank

"Jack you'll have your location tomorrow, after breakfast, ok?" I confirmed feeling Bronwyn's hand withdraw from my own as I broke eye contact with her.

My own appearance was as grubby I realized as I caught her glance in the aging mirror and rubbed my whiskered jaw.

"Providing that a bath comes with the room?" I added, knowing water was in high demand and a valued resource.

Turning my attention to Bronwyn and her question I once again looked her over, watching her expression as I answered.

"Almost everything Miss, except for human lives and ice cream"

Seeing her eyes slightly narrow I acknowledged to myself she was a pro as I joked to lessen the last statement.

"One is too dangerous and the other you can never keep on hand"

 

[Justine]

I sit there, quietly, hearing the sounds, but not listening to anything in particular, as if I were surrounded by a bubble.
Take a deep breath, wear my best smile, stretch and look at the small group before directing my words to Jack:

"Well, it was a pleasure to see you again, but I must go now."

I kiss him lightly on the cheek, and wave to the others. "Be well"

OoC: Thank you all, but I think I am not ready, just yet, to carry on. See you around, and have fun!

 

[Fairytat]

OOC: wondering if I could join

Character--
name: Diane "Lady Lawless" Payton
height: 5'10
hair color: black (waist length)
eye color: silvery gray
occupation: gambler, thief, sometimes hooker

IC: She sashayed into the dilapatated bar with cat-like grace. She was beautiful and she knew it. Used it to her advantage to swindle cash, jewelry, whatever it took to keep her alive.

Eyeing the man behind the bar, ignoring the other patrons for now, Diane throatily called out, "Hey mister have a cool drink for a lady?"

 

[Jack_Shriker]

sure what will ya have?

 

[Fairytat]

Diane

"I'll have a whiskey neat if ya have it." Diane strolled closer to the bar then leaned against it. Her casual pose showed off her slender figure; small upturned breasts cosily ensconed in a tight dusty white t-shirt tucked into hip-hugging jeans.

When the bartender handed her the glass, she sipped the liquid slowly, relishing the taste of civilization. Or at least as close to it as one got out here in the middle of nowhere.

"Thanks, hon. This was exactly what the lady ordered." She winked at him before tossing back the remaining amber liquid in a single gulp.

"I'm Diane," she introduced herself to the room at large.

 

[truthpurveyor]

Crank

Raising my glass to her in a mute acknowledgemnt I noted the way she moved her body, and the bold way she looked at the bartender.

"Another trader" I told myself "And her assets are impressive"

Glancing sideways at Bronwyn I noted her sober look and wondered why she held back her reply, then shrugged.

"A cool customer" I warned myself "She thinks before she acts or speaks"

Speaking out so the growing number of people would hear me I asked "What does a person do here for entertainment?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Bronwyn

I looked at Crank wryly, wishing he hadn’t mentioned ice-cream. With no formal source of electricity, ice-cream was one of those little things you lacked appreciation for until you were denied it for months on end.

“I can understand the whole ice-cream, dilemma…but anyone still alive would be kidding themselves if they said they’d never practiced Darwinism.”

Downing what remained of the bourbon, I gritted my teeth, managing to keep the grimace off my face. Tipping my empty glass towards the new arrival, I leaned across Crank slightly to catch her eye in acknowledgement.

“Entertainment? Out here? Whatta joke. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather have one day of fun then a whole lifetime of this survival bullshit.”