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Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

The following morning Alex woke up and sat up. Stretching his arms over his head and twisting at his waist he stopped and waited. Nope, he was good. A little sore for sure but his dizziness was gone and he felt good. Standing up he went into the spare room and showered since he didn't want to do that in the same room as her. Dressing in a black long sleeve turtle neck, another pair of black cargo pants, black leather combat boots and then he was headed to the basement. Sasha, after he let her outside for her morning potty, was in the basement with him. Grabbing a duffel bag he began to load two pistols. One with a silencer and one without. His next weapon was a compound bow and some rather nasty razor edge arrow heads. Packing about fifty arrows he grabbed a torso quiver and loaded the arrows. He then zipped the bag and grabbed two short swords that he'd hand made. The blades were thick and heavy for cutting through bone and not sustaining too much damage. Scalpel sharp as they were sharpened in the old fashioned manner with ocean smooth stones and lubricants. Testing the sharpness of the blades as he removed some hair from his arm he nodded and sheathed them in their custom hard plastic sheaths. Carrying all of this to his Hummer he loaded the weapons into the back seat then went back to the basement and grabbed a heavy duty vest and attached some forearm armor to the rig so that he'd be a little more protected against bites. He wasn't worried about a mask simply since if those teeth got to his face, game was over anyways. Setting the armor rig on the coffee table he went and made himself a light breakfast and instead of drinking coffee, he made himself some jasmine tea. He needed to go to the grocery store and raid the canned foods, as well as test out his theories on the walkers. His hummer was the safest vehicle simply because the thing was a tank with wheels. Custom made to be armored up and bullet proof. He took the thing through a brick wall once so a few zombies wasn't going to be an issue. Looking up as he saw the good old nurse coming down he finished his eggs and motioned to a plate for her. Stay here or tag along is your choice. Tagging along you won't leave the vehicle. I don't need you getting in my way. I need to get to the canned foods and I have some tests I need to do. If you want to find this special person of yours, I can help you get there. Once you do, you're on your own.
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

Slightly fuzzy from the medicine and her first real night's sleep in weeks, Hannah simply followed along with Alexander's suggestion, the comfort of following directions worming its way past the barriers she normally put up. After she sat down, Hannah put her forearms on the table and rested her head in her hands, eyes shutting again. She hadn't seen the bulky looking armor he'd left on the coffee table and only peripherally noticed that he was dressed like a SWAT officer. Leaving one hand holding her heavy head up, Hannah picked up the fork and pushed it under the eggs he'd made, shoving them around put not lifting them to her mouth. You should wait another day, she cautioned, but the sincerity, the drive in her voice that had so far been present was missing. She pushed the eggs around some more then let the fork fall onto the plate with a clatter and sat back in the chair. Hannah rubbed her eyes then really opened them and looked over at Alexander. Take the dog with you, was all she said before standing up, leaving the food on the table, and gave the coffee table and its armor one long look before going into Alexander's room and retrieving her Keds. Shoes in her hand, Hannah went to what was considered her room and found the toothbrush she'd used yesterday. It was someone else's, and that was gross, but after seeing what she had sharing a stranger's toothbrush didn't quite have the same ick factor as before. What was she going to do? Alexander had a plan, had this house or bunker or whatever it was, had supplies and was getting more. He was clearly used to taking charge and making decisions and if he wasn't crazy then he was genuinely unafraid of the walkers and what might happen out there. Oh, and he had a dog. If there was beer and porn it was pretty much any man's fantasy.
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

Hannah had been productive while Alexander was gone. The house, at least the parts where she'd been so far, had been picked up of anything that was out of place, dust had been wiped off where it had accumulated in the multiple weeks he was absent, and there was a smell of cleaning products in the air. She'd also cleaned up her nursing shoes and though they were still stained, they were drying neatly upside down, insoles beside them, on top of some paper towels just inside the garage by the door that led into the house. If Alexander thought it was gratitude for sheltering her, he was wrong. Hannah cleaned to keep herself busy and to keep from wondering what she was going to do if Alexander didn't come back. Or what in the Hell she was going to do when he did. Peculiar didn't begin to describe the situation. As she stepped out of the bathroom clad in a towel with another wrapped around her head, having run out of things to clean and stuff to organize and distracting herself with a shower, Hannah froze when she caught sight of the clothing that was on her bed. Startled eyes scanned the room and she relaxed to realize he wasn't in the room with her. Had he peeked in the bathroom? No, she'd shut the door. She was sure of it and wouldn't she have heard it open? Aware of how vulnerable she would be if Alexander wanted to push the issue, Hannah added a new worry to her list. He hadn't shown any signs of wanting anything but that didn't mean much in a world where help was no longer three digits on a phone away. The clothes were a nice gesture though, speaking of regard and civility. Hannah put them away with the used ones that were already there, but did select a new pair of panties instead of the clean and laundered but previously worn ones she'd chosen the day before. It was just better to have your own panties and not a strangers. When Alexander returned from the basement, he found Hannah sitting at the dining table. Her head turned to look his way when she heard him and if she didn't smile neither did she frown. There was a look of almost relief in her eyes, at seeing another human in what promised to be a lonely world. It wasn't love, just recognition that there were still people alive. Hey, Hannah said. Thank you for the clothes. You have an eye for people's sizes. How, uh, was it out there? Did you see any other survivors?
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

Alex came out of the basement and looked up as she spoke. Nodding to her thanks for the clothing he headed for the couch and started making small notes on a note book, writing down what he'd learned, what weapons would be best and how much ammo he had for those weapons. Listening to her questions he shook his head. No survivors. Just learned what I need to when killing the walkers. Sound and scent are their weapons. Sight isn't. They are blind. However they can sense even a drop of fresh blood from a pretty good distance. A bullet anywhere but the head will not take them down. Arrows work too, as long as you aim for the brain. When they hear a loud noise, they flock to the area of the noise. Traveling in massive packs. So that's a good bit of knowledge if I need to draw them away from one place and into another. The whole time he spoke and wrote things down his tone was just like hers had been when she was asking him how he was feeling and about his internals. It was professional and clinical. He'd killed before. A lot by the sound of it. Looking up at her he walked over to her and set a nine millimeter Glock on the table with a threaded barrel for a suppressor. Ever fired a gun before? He asked as he looked at her. If you haven't, then you need practice. A nine isn't a lot of kick and it's a decent magazine size. I have an indoor firing range down stairs. It's sound proof so don't worry about luring walkers.
Thread: Eat Someone Else {PatientOne & AnnaBeth Belle}

I don't think that's right, Hannah said after he talked about the walker's senses. They could see us in the hospital. We had to hang sheets over the windows in the door to the south wing because if they saw us moving through them they'd frenzy. Fortunately the doors were extremely heavy, being mandated so for fire safety and security, and the windows had been wire reinforced. Too bad there had already been people inside who were infected but not yet known to be infected. But they are attracted to sound and blood. I know that for sure. When he sat the gun down on the table, Hannah looked at it with reluctant distaste. She'd seen what guns did to people and with very, very few exceptions, such as the officer who'd shot the person also laying beside them in the ER bleeding from a lacerated carotid, there wasn't any excuse for shooting someone. Bullets didn't care and took down the good and the young and even babies as quickly as they did gang bangers and robbers. They were dangerous and Hannah wished they were outlawed. No, I haven't, she answered and looked away from it, uncomfortable with it being on the table. I don't like guns.
Thread: I'm a Fox not a Dog! Pet play, possibly dark.

Sign me up. I like this even though it pushs my boundaries a bit in how I treat other people's character. Expanding boundaries never hurt anyone right? We can pm if you what to plot out some things.
Thread: Minecraft Part 2 the Minecraftening (Survival server up)

TLDR To get whitelisted on our Minecraft network, Join the World Unbent Forums and post your username . After Dim, Myobi, Oniya, Night or myself add you to the whitelist, you can join the server at mc.worldunbent.com You'll be taken to the lobby, where you can find paths to various islands that go places. You can find a short list of general commands here , like moving between servers quickly if you don't want to wander around Myobi's giant tree. Currently, as described in the network page , we have A new mostly vanilla survival server A plot-based creative server kind of like having your own mini private server in an area A communal creative server Currently, I have plans for hosting three additional servers A modpack server using Chisels and Bits, once there is a 1.11 pack for it probably a few months A plugin-driven survival server, if there is demand for it. McMMO and other goodies. A gamesevent server that automates things like Skyblock, etc. Again depending on demand. This was some time coming. Myobi and I both ended up with some other priorities for a time, so this languished. Additionally, Minecraft went through three versions in the past year, which made keeping things updated a bit annoying. Still, that is now done and this is now live and up to date once more. Enjoy.
Thread: Minecraft Part 2 the Minecraftening (Survival server up)

Ah cool! About a week ago I was wondering if anyone would be interested in the idea of a blue moon mine craft server and now here it is! Definitely going to give this a look see.
Thread: Minecraft Part 2 the Minecraftening (Survival server up)

Welcome aboard!
Thread: D,Gray-Man!

I share your love for DGM! And though I'm looking for RPs of it too, I can't help you. Except for with this, a free bump from a fellow fan.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Carnegie Casting was the agency to get involved with if you were an up and coming star in New York City in 1955. Whether you wanted to be seen on Broadway, Radio City Music Hall, or 30 Rockefeller Plaza, the agents at Carnegie Casting would make sure that you were the name on people's lips. On the top floor of the offices at Carnegie, Miles Sterling, president of the company looked out over the Manhattan skyline, sipping a glass of whiskey. A cigarette hung from his other hand, its smoke curling up around the ceiling. He wore a 3 piece suit, and wore it well. Woman wanted to know him and be around him. Men wanted to be him. The world, as it were, was his oyster. But, as Miles watched the sky become dark across the horizon, the oranges and reds of the sunset falling into purples and blues, another day setting on his empire, he knew that he was not in control of his destiny. Sitting behind him, watching him, was his secretary. And it was she, Miles knew, who was in control.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Miles stiffened at Virginia's words and a shiver of pleasure went down his back as he knew he had to obey. He bent down slightly and extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray. Smoke bellowed from it for a moment as it was smothered and a flare of light seemed to come from both it and the horizon as the last bit of sun and fire dipped below the horizon and was put out by his hand. He turned towards Virginia, his hand slightly shaking with anticipation. The ice in the glass clinked slightly and he tried to hide it, not wanting sound to disturb her enjoyment. I'm still deciding what to do with Felix, he said, as he moved slowly to her side. Felix was the Vice President of Programming at NBC and he was sporting a fresh black eye after one of Carnegie's actresses slapped him. I've put Connie in Betty Ford, of course. She has always had a problem with uppers and this was a good excuse as any to finally get her admitted. But Felix will want more than that. He was inches from Virginia now and he revelled in the smell of her perfume, always subtly, but always present. His head lowered and his chin touched his upper chest as his confidence left him in the presence of this amazing woman. I have come, ma'am, as you called.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

So that's what it was, a personnel decision. When required to, as he'd done during the war, Miles could make split second decisions and invariably got them right. If given time and a chance though, he preferred to think out his other ones and their long term implications. VPs came and went, but so did actresses. Overall a VP had a slightly longer shelf life than an actress, but the actress had her darling fans who showed their appreciation by buying anything she touched. Money, as her father had often said, made the monkey dance. Having worked closely with Miles for years Virginia knew what to do. She could run the company in his absence but that wasn't how she preferred her power. Miles would figure out the right course of action and take care of it. Yes, you have and that makes me so very, very happy, darling. Virginia put a fingernail just under Miles' chin and lifted it up so he would look her in the eyes. You look so handsome today. I've been wanting to tell you all day but it wasn't the right time. Letting go of his chin, Virginia reached down and took the glass from Miles' hand and took a sip of his whiskey. A thick red print of her lips was left around the rim of the glass that she sat on the desk beside them. Slowly, watching Miles' face, Virginia unbuttoned her blouse, starting at the top and stopping just before it disappeared into her skirt. Taking his hand, she slid it inside, sighing at the feel of his hand on her skin and then drawing it under the cup of her bra and atop her right breast. Mmm, your hands are so warm, baby. Directing them, directing his touch, Virginia fondled herself with Miles' hand and then let it lay still, nipple poking hard into his masculine palm. Undo my bra and kiss them, she whispered. Uh uh, Virginia corrected when he started to remove the hand from her breast. Just your left hand.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Miles was already breathing hard as Virginia took control of him. He had been strong all day, and had made so many important decisions. Now, he needed to give back the control that Virginia had allowed him to use all day. Now, he needed to be supplicant. I'm glad my hands are warm enough for you, ma'am, he said as he reached his left hand over her shoulder and down her back until he found the fasteners. There were three holding them together and, if he had been allowed to use both hands or even just his right, this would have been no issue. Miles' left hand, however, was not dominant, nor had it been as strong since he had taken a wound in the shoulder during the war. But Virginia never did things without a reason. And Miles knew she must want to show that he can even be strong when he was weak. He fumbled with the fasteners once, twice, but on the third, he got a hold and undid her bra. He moved quickly now, having wasted precious time and bent in front of her, pushing the bra up and over her left breast. His lips, still wet from the taste of whiskey, surrounded Virginia's nipple and he kissed it tenderly, then passionately, and then took it fully in his mouth and suckled on it devotedly. His right hand, still covering her other breast, began to knead it slightly. He looked up at his Mistress, looking for her approval.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Yes, she whispered, drawing out the sound as Miles' lips found her nipple. The cool of the whiskey evaporating mingled with the air on her wet nipple when he removed his mouth and brought it to an even tighter point. Its twin echoed the response, though much warmer and covered by Miles' hand as his squeezing brought a different, heavier response to the base of her stomach. For a moment her eyes fluttered shut, so good was Miles at his task, and when they came back she looked down to see him looking up at her. Adoring her. Obeying her. Good man, Virginia said and stroked Miles cheek with the back of her hand. You're making me very happy with you. Making me glad that when everyone else is gone, when you're done being so strong and so firm and in charge that I, and only me, can tell you what to do. That I can possess you. Now her hand slid towards the back of Miles' head and she pulled his face tighter into her breast. Her grip was firm, not vicious and she subtly directed the movement of his tongue and lips and once his teeth. That brought a sweet hiss from Virginia and a flush to her neck as she pulled him back. Pushing on his chest, she made enough room to stand in front of him and deftly refastened her bra and did up her blouse. The only hint he'd suckled was the dampness on her nipple inside the bra and between her legs. Fix your hair, she commanded then walked to the door of his office and opened it. Voice different now, chirpier, she asked so that his junior secretary could also hear. Will there be anything else tonight, Mr. Stirling? Candy and I will be heading home if not, sir.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Miles stood up swiftly at her command, a groan escaping from his lips as he was denied all too soon the pleasure of serving Virginia. His hand entered the the inner breast pocket of his suit and pulled out a small, black comb. Quickly, with a few quick swipes, he returned his hair to its proper place. Miles got a haircut every Thursday morning, the same cut each and every time. It knew how to obey his commands as well as he knew how to obey hers at this point. He tried to control his breathing. He wanted more. He wanted Virginia to-- No, he said to himself, forcing his hands to steady and his comb to go back into his pocket. He smoothed his suit by habit and let out a single shudder more. If Virginia wanted to stop, he would be able to do so for her. No, I think I can finish up here alone, Virginia, he said, his first few words quivering before he regained his commanding tone. But I'll need you both here early tomorrow. The Jonesboro triplets will be coming in and I want to impress them. We can't have Saxonby pick them up. Saxonby Associates was their chief casting rival and their foray into Hollywood casting had started to pull a significant amount of business away from Carnegie.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Yes, Mr. Sterling. Candy and I will come in by 8, before banks opened and much earlier than most of the talent woke up. I will make sure that everything is just so for the three Jonesboro girls, Virginia stated. Oh, and Mr. Sterling? she said in a mock-admonishing tone, turning back towards him. Please don't try to do any job that's not mine to take care of. Let me handle it. You remember what happened list time you tried to use my typewriter. To Candy it sounded like Virginia was being a little sassy with her boss about his being unable to use the modern Type B IBM electric typewriter. What she was really doing was forbidding Miles from taking care of himself, from masturbating, without her permission. See you in the morning, sir. Sleep well. Smiling sweetly, she left his office and closed the door. The next morning, before 800, she was in Mr. Sterling's office, arranging his day. Virginia was sitting in his chair behind his enormously broad and heavy desk. His calendar was open in front of her and several lesser important peoples' were also open but off to the side. She referenced them and made notations in pencil, denying some and allowing others to make it onto Miles'. Both office doors were open so she could hear and see when Candy came in. The younger woman was never late but neither was she often early. How Candy avoided the disaster of a missed subway car or a run in her stockings that necessitated a change was a mystery. Finished, she reversed the pencil and used the eraser end to spin the dial on the phone. Yes, this is Mr. Sterling's secretary. Please ring me in his office when he enters the building. And ring my desk when the Jonesboro clients show up unless it's before Mr. Sterling arrives then ring me at his desk. Please repeat my instructions, she said and waited, nodding as the person on the other end confirmed. Thank you. Triplets. Redheads. Cuter than a bug each one of them and with grossly over-inflated opinions of their worth. They'd be fools not to sign with Carnegie but women were often fools. Not her, not Virginia Byrum. She'd always known precisely how to get along in this world and it wasn't by fawning coquettishly over men. The way to get ahead was to take control behind the scenes and be a cool, formidable assistant in public. Virginia had no title, no personal office, no real power except that when she spoke it was with Mr. Sterling's authority and my didn't they jump to get things done then? Smiling, she sat back in his chair, behind his desk, in his seat of power and enjoyed the day before it began. Poor Miles. She'd have to be extra nice to him today.
Thread: You're Not the Boss of Me (AnnaBeth Belle & Whisper Twice)

Miles met Candy on the way into the office at almost precisely eight o'clock and accompanied her up to his office. They parted ways at her desk and he walked into his office to find Virginia sitting in his desk as she was most mornings. He shut the door behind him and moved to her side, without hesitation. He knelt down next to her and kissed her hand which dangled at the side of the office chair. I have refrained from what you have forbade, ma'am, he whispered as he knelt, his calves bearing the brunt of his weight. It was hard after your wonderful gifts to me last night, but I did what you asked as I always strive to do. He smiled up at her. Tell me how I should run the company today, ma'am.