Thread: Escape to the Cabin... AfrahkenGahdess - Myself

Well, Your Character name 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. Your Name 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. My opening post.. John Sinclair, Twenty-seven years to the day flashed a malicious look at the peers of twelve that decided that he was guilty of the charges that he was accused of. His anger flared, his face now matching the fiery red stands of hair that was trimmed to a high and tight since his capture, when the bitch of justice read the sentencing process was to be held three weeks from this day and he was remanded to the Cook County jail until said date. His emerald orbs burned the flesh of the Bailiff as he yanked Johns arm in a command and control fashion. The midday air was heavily scented by the saturating rain, the coolness of the air was a welcome to John as he was escorted from the courthouse to the transportation van of the DOC. The light chains that bounded his ankles, wrists clanked as he ducked and slide into van. Sliding across the vinyl seating, his glare shifted from the driver to the assistant driver, the cute small blonde-haired woman was obviously the best looking of the two transporting DOC officers. The trip started normally as they traveled down the planned route of travel, one that was always taken for it was the fastest and direct way to the jail, and however, what was unplanned was the road was closed due to the heavy rains. Cursing, the driver radioed the jail and informed them that the alternate route b had to be taken now and that the time of travel would be increased by twenty minutes. John watched as the view changed from a residential view to a denser wilderness type of terrain. Then it happened, the unplanned buck in the road, which caused the driver to jerk to the right, the heavy rains causing large puddles to form on the side of the road tested the driving skill of the driver, whom failed the test, as the van slide off the road. The van rolled down the embankment coming to a sudden stop as it met the sturdy trunk of an aging weeping willow. John shaken, slightly dizzy for a few moments regained his posture as he realized what had just happened, he instantly looked at the two offices, the fat male drivers head was bleeding profusely. The hot little blond was hanging down from her seat unconscious and suspended by her seatbelt. Taking a few moments to come to a plan of action, Johns instinct kicked in as he began kicking at the wire divider that separated him from them and his freedom. Several heavy kicks and the wire framing, damaged from the wreck gave way and provided him a means to reach the cuties keys that hung from her belt. Several moments later John was darting down a path that leads deeper into the dense wooded horizon. The overcastted day was becoming darker when he happened upon the small cabin. The scent of wet pine filled the damp, but warming air that indicated the storm was passing. His eyes darted side to side his gaze was falling over the structure of the cabin and the open ground around it. No one in sight his inner voice informed him. Still not trusting the first scan of the place, he slowly resumed the search, looking for anything that showed occupancy of the place. There! his inner voice beckoned for attention, his eyes moved to the right of the cabin and rested upon the small portion of the back end of a vehicle. He remained fixed in his position the nice spruce tree offered a great hiding place to watch the cabin. He intensified his search of the cabin, staring into the windows for any signs of movement. Shit! his inner voice clamored upon seeing nothing to ease the butterflies in his gut. He looked at the cabin once more, not for any movement, but for any signs of a hard line, smiling, for his search failed to see any. His mind shifted from that to the use of a cell phone, nah, the reception would be far too weak to make any calls of distress if such activity occurred. Slowly he made his way toward the cabin, approaching it from the backside, hoping that his knowledge of cabin designs was close to the normalcy of this cabin, he should be approaching the kitchen area. With the time of day, if occupied, said people would be either in the living area or dinning area eating, if they were people of common normalcy. He reached the backside of the cabin, his mind began playing images of past escapades of being a peeping tom of his victims, brought a sense of arousal to him. He enjoyed this type of cat and mouse foreplay before moving deeper into the desirable event. Several enthusiastic events occurred in his wake of several women, which was what he was charged with just a few hours ago, and now it seems that he was about to infringe upon another family. A smile formed upon his angular face as he inched his way up the cabins frame, peering inside the open curtain window, his gaze fell upon an empty kitchen. The smile grew in size. He searched all the line of sight vectors, his eyes squinting as they scan over a small pair of feet with pink socks resting upon the cushion of a comfortable looking couch. He shifted his gaze about the wall of the room that he could partially see, the side walls of the kitchen, noting anything that could be used as a weapon against him. So far so good, Just have to make sure they dont get to those knives. his mind noting the location of the knife set on the counter. Now moving away from the house, his eyes falls upon his next hiding location. The view he has now was looking at the front of the cabin where the very nice vehicle was parked. Well let the game begin. His mind whispered as the small rock smashed into the vehicle. The alarm went off as planned, now it was time to see how many mice he had to play with..