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Thread: The Winds of Change (Apocalyptic & Eva)

Stay inside, her father said to her before hurrying out of the tent to join the others in the fight. Before she could protest, he was out the tent and hurrying away to the fray. Esme was seething with rage of course, not having been allowed to go outside since the first raid. Her father made sure that the guards at the doors didn't let her step out no matter what she said, to the point where she gave up. And now, here they were with another fight and her father wasn't letting her out again when they needed all the able-bodied people they could get. It wasn't as though she didn't know how to hide away in the shadows and command the dogs from there even. There were things she could do without confronting the people head-on the way her father always did. The female was whining softly where she laid and Esme went over, lifting the covering so she could look at the pups. They were all there at least, all of them were safe from harm. Her mind went to the tied up man, the one who named himself Damon. Without thinking she jumped up to his feet and ran out of the tent. If anything went wrong then her father would blow his top, but if there was a chance to listen to him and still, in a way, help, then she was going to take that chance. Would you help us? She asked as she came up to him, eyes narrowed and not a hint of fear in them. There was a foot of space between them, enough for him to kick out and hurt her if he really wanted to, but she was too stubborn right now to care.
Thread: The Winds of Change (Apocalyptic & Eva)

Damon stood up as he looks at the woman, shaking his head when she had asked for his help. You sound pretty desperate if you're asking for my help. Damon smirked before breaking the rope that had tied his hands behind his back. Understand one thing, I was never your prisoner. Damon touched the womans cheek before running from the girl and heading to the outside of the village. It looked like he had ran free, leaving the villagers to fight their own battle. Damon heads around the village until he finds the leaders tent, he rips a hole in the back and runs inside to find his gear. It takes him a while to suit up, sliding his helmet on when the suit forms to his body. Damon grabs his weapons, sliding his assault rifle to his back and grabbing the arrows to his bow. Damon perches up near the Village and scopes out the battle. He can see the men due to the helmet, allowing him to see the heat coming from the soldiers. Damon needed to learn more about these villagers and he couldn't do that if they were all dead. While scoping out the battle, he can see one of the soldiers about to sneak up on the leader, Esme's father. Damon grabs an arrow off his back and pulls the bow back, he holds the string tight before letting it go. The arrow goes through the back of the head of the soldier, dropping him dead and his body falling against the leader.
Thread: The Winds of Change (Apocalyptic & Eva)

Esme was more than surprised when he broke the ropes, surprised because he didn't escape before when he could've done that and gotten away. And then he was touching her cheek, an action that seemed too gentle for a man like him and that made her cheeks turn a rosy shade of red. Her eyes went around the village to look for him afterword but he was gone by then and out of her range of vision. She was soon in her tent, looking at the hole that was made and muttering curses though she was still smiling a bit. He didn't kill her so that had to mean something, didn't it? Her father had been aiming at one of the other soldiers when he felt a weight on his back, turning around and moving so that the corpse fell to the ground where he just stood. The arrow that was sticking out of the soldier's head was one of the ones he had confiscated from the man that had been captured. The man came to the conclusion that either the captured soldier escaped or his daughter let him go, because nobody else would think of doing that. He would continue to fight whether being targeted by the once captured soldier or not. Deep down, he knew that his life was saved, because if he couldn't miss than neither would the super-soldier. He turned on the approaching solder, swinging his iron clad fist into the man's face.
Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free A soft, timid knock came at Willie's door. Celia was able to visit Willie once or twice a week during the day without his landlords getting to suspicious. It was under the guise of teaching him how to read, so he could get a better job. That was one thing Celia's parents had given her they'd kept her in school until sixth grade, so she was able to read at a passing level and she sometimes made a bit of extra money teaching others. She couldn't afford to come by his room too often. In a small town like this people talked, and if word ever got back to Henry he'd be furious. He might even kill her. Willie? It's me, she said softly. It's Celia. I uh...I've come for our lesson. Quietly she waited, head bent, trying to avoid the gaze of the landlord and his wife. They saw what her husband did to her, everyone did, but nobody ever said anything. Nobody ever offered her help or healing, nobody ever told Henry he oughtn't hit women. They just...let it be, because they were scared of him. Henry was a big man and could easily take on anyone who tried to tell him him how to treat his wife. That was what made his beating on her particularly savage. If other men couldn't stand up to Henry, how was little Celia supposed to hold her own? Are you decent? she asked after a few moments of silence from the other side of the door. She quietly hoped he wasn't. Celia had over the last few months found herself falling desperately in love with Willie. She wanted to spend every moment of every day with him and often found herself fantasizing of him while her husband took her in their bed. She didn't know Willie's true nature, that he was a crook and a vandal. All she knew was that he was kind to her and treated her like a queen. The first time they'd been together was the first time in a few years it hadn't hurt for Celia, the first time it hadn't been violent and vengeful but instead loving and sweet. Over time she came to realize that she'd do just about anything for her Willie...anything but leave Henry. She often quoted the til death do us part vows at him whenever he talked about her leaving Henry, and besides she was scared of him. If she ever left, she was convinced he'd hunt her down and kill her and there would be nothing Willie could do to stop him.
Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free Willie had been contemplating stealing some of the fine china his landlords kept inside of the house. He was sure he could get decent money for it, but the longer he mulled it over, the more ludicrous it seemed. They were the only people he didn't want to anger. They'd been gracious enough, even choosing to take him in despite rumors Eli was propagating that he'd been the reason for the general store's demise, even if those rumors did happen to be true. As he lay there with his gun, Willie's mind was alight with all of the possibilities. With a gun, e could step it up to the big time. He didn't have to stick to breaking into homes while their occupants weren't home. Hell, he could jack cars or even rob stores and banks at gunpoint. The opportunities seemed endless. Willie really did get a hard on for crime. The mere thought brought a smile to his face. Consequences were an afterthought. Willie was a lanky guy, standing around 6'2 with straggly dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. That day, he wore a button down flannel shirt and a pair of jeans. When he heard the knock at the door, he was startled out of his thoughts. He quickly tucked the gun into his waistband and sat up, proceeding to slip on his boots before heading out. He was the only one home at the moment. Willie made his way to the door and opened it, smiling when he saw his love at the door. I'm decent. Teach me that fancy book learnin', honey, he said, flashing her a smile as he stepped aside to let her in. Christ, what did he do to you this time? Willie narrowed his eyes at her face and shook his head. He could feel his face warming from anger, a crimson tint to it as he clenched his fists. Enough was enough. If she wasn't going to do something about the abuse, Willie had to. It was time to propose the plan to his girl. He just hoped she'd be up for it. C'mon. I got somethin' to show ya. Grabbing hold of Celia's hand, Willie walked her up to his room. He closed the door behind him and locked it, turning to face her as he let her hand go and brought his own to his waistband. Pulling out the Colt, he smirked and twirled it around his finger. Whaddya think? I say it's time to show that bastard Henry we mean business.
Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free Celia smiled when she saw Willie through the screen door. The petite auburn-haired woman could be considered pretty when she wasn't bruised up. Not stunning or gorgeous, or at least she didn't think so, but pretty enough to get a husband at least. The smile dropped quickly, however, when her cheeks burst into pain from the bruising. She turned her tawny eyes to the ground when he asked what Henry had done to her this time. I uh...I burnt his food, she said quietly before ducking inside and following him upstairs. I bet a little snugglin' would help me get better pretty quick, though, she suggested quietly right before they slipped into his room. She attempted another smile before coming in and sitting on his bed. So what is it you wanted to show--? Celia cut herself off short when Willie pulled out the Colt. Her eyes grew wide as he twirled the gun around his finger and suggested using it on her husband. Was he talking about what she thought he was? No, he couldn't...not Willie. He was such a sweet, gentle soul. Darlin' you don't mean...you don't mean to kill 'im, do ya? She stood and put her arms on his shoulders. Willie, you couldn't hurt a worm. Not even a worm. Sugar, don't tell me ya mean to put that black spot on your soul? Not for my sake. She couldn't deny to herself, however, that the thought was tempting. Til death do us part...well, this would certainly ensure they could part now. It was so, so very tempting to just let him do it.
Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free Celia was too damn sweet. He knew at the mere mention of offing that bastard Henry, she would relent. He had a way of charming her, though. Maybe if he properly explained himself, he could get through to her that it was the right thing to do. C'mere, darlin', he said, taking her hand in his own before walking her to the wall with the mirror. He let her stand in front of it and then proceeded to stand behind her, the gun still in his hand. It was unloaded. He left the bullets in his nightstand. He pressed the front of his body against her back, resting his chin on her shoulder so he could see the reflection in the mirror as well. He looked at her bruises and let out a sigh. Willie tucked the gun back into his waistband before bringing both hands to rest on his girl's hips. Now look at that pretty face all bruised up, Celia. Look at it. See what he done to you. This ain't even the worst of it. You give him more time, I wouldn't put it by him to kill ya. Do you wanna give him that chance? I mean, god forbid he found out about us. He'd off you and me both. Willie reached up and brushed the hair from Celia's neck before leaning in to pepper it with kisses, all the while looking at both their reflections in the mirror. Just lemme do this, love. Or I can even let you pull the trigger. I know you'd like it. Knowin' you gave him what he really deserved. Willie could actually feel himself getting a little aroused just talking about the act. Luckily the gun provided a little barrier between Celia's backside and his crotch, so she couldn't tell how excited the thought of killing her husband got him. Now hear me out. We wait 'til he's so drunk he passes out. I'll stake out the place from the outside. When you gimme the signal, I'll come in, we get it done and we make a clean escape before anyone wonders why he ain't showin' up to work the next mornin'. Whaddya think?
Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free Celia allowed her man to take her hand and tug her over to the mirror. It was gentle, the way he walked her over nothing like how Henry would have treated her. Her body thrilled just at the feeling of his body pressed against hers, and when Willie rested his chin on her shoulder she leaned her cheek against his, putting her hands over his on her hips. She winced at the bruises on her face. She hadn't looked at them since she'd cleaned up and they were now turning an ugly shade of green. He wouldn't kill me... But it didn't sound like she even believed herself. He...he's my husband. She didn't even bother protesting what Willie thought Henry would do if he ever found out about them she knew he'd kill them both. She opened her mouth to protest again, to try and throw out weak-at-best reasons why he wouldn't kill her, why they shouldn't kill him first, but then Willie's lips were on her neck. He was cheating. This wasn't fair. Celia's neck and ears were weak spots for her and he knew it! He knew he could get anything with a few well-placed kisses, and this was cheating. Her body began to awaken more as he kissed her neck and she started imagining a life without Henry. A life where she and Willie could be together properly and they could do whatever they wanted. A life she would never have...unless Henry was dead. But...where would we go? Celia hadn't relented yet, but it was clear she was about to. She hadn't explicitly said she agreed to Willie's plan, but she hadn't said no, either. All she was looking for now was reasons not to do it...or just things to think about before they did. Once they found 'im, and they found you'n'me lit up outta here, they'd know it was us. She turned and wrapped her arms around her lover's neck, pressing her body against his. I ain't got no car, not much money, neither. How would we live? Where'd we go?
Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free Willie let Celia do what she did much better rationalize. He thrived on impulse and even as he listened to his girl do her best to think logically, Willie was having none of it. Once he had something in his head, there was no changing his mind. Not even that pretty face was going to sway him. He wanted Henry dead and he knew deep down, she did, too. They had the rest of their lives to worry about consequences and living arrangements and the rest. Willie pulled back from Celia and walked over to his bed. He pulled the gun out of his pants and set it down on the nightstand. Listen to me, C. If I promise to take care of you, meanin' I make sure you got clothes and food and a roof over your head, would you go through with this? I'll take care of everything. I'll get us a car and I'll get us money. We'll just take to the open roads, C. He motioned towards the window. We got miles and miles of open road out there callin' our names. We don't have to settle down in one place. We can go wherever we want. Spend a night here, a night there. It'll just be me and you. The exuberance in Willie's voice told the story. He was legitimately excited about the prospect of hitting the road with his girl. What he didn't let her in on was the way he planned to acquire the cars and money that were going to make all of that traveling possible, but he was sure Celia's rational mind would be able to figure that out on her own. Her precious Willie had a mean streak, one that he'd soon let her in on. He just didn't want her to confuse his propensity for violence and crime for an ill-willed penchant for abusing her, because he would never hurt her the way Henry did. He loved her more than anything and it was that love that drove him to want to kill Henry and take her away from the town that would be a constant reminder of what he did.
Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free As Willie sat on the bed, Celia stepped closer and straddled his knees, draping her arms over his shoulders. Now what appealed to her more than getting away from her abusive husband was the prospect of adventure. Before she'd gotten pregnant she'd wanted so much to go on an adventure, to leave this tiny little nowhere town. Not that she had big dreams or wanted to be famous or anything...she just recognized that there was nothing here for her and had always wanted to get out. And we could get outta Oklahoma? she asked, excitement clear in her voice now. Go see all the big cities? New Orleans, Memphis, New York, Boston? She grinned and put her knees on the bed to straddle her lover fully and sat back in his lap. Just the two of us? The idea of getting rid of Henry was beginning to sound more appealing by the second. Celia smiled and kissed Willie's neck, thinking of all the adventures they could have together. She adjusted in his lap and got her skirt caught under her knees, and so pulled her skirt up to her thighs for better maneuverability. As she kissed his neck her fingers twirled idly in the hair at the nape of his neck. In the back of her mind she had an idea of how he'd get a car and money...but she ignored it for now. She was in a tough spot and surely God would forgive, right? Clothes and food and a roof, huh? she murmured as she settled into that calm sort of state Willie always managed to put her in, eyes closed, face buried against his neck. Henry always comes home and passes out drunk after work, she said quietly, not putting into words her consent to kill her husband, wakes up for dinner and maybe sex, then passes out again. A marchin' band could run through our house and he wouldn't wake up.
Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free Willie grinned as Celia straddled him. Boy, did he love her. He wanted to give her the world and that started with eliminated the biggest obstacle in her life. When she mentioned getting out of Oklahoma, he nodded. We can go wherever you want, baby. Just don't fall in love with any of those big cities. We're gonna be on the lam no matter where we are. A few days here, a few days there. That's at the most. When she kissed his neck, Willie let his head fall to one side to allow her easier access. He let out a groan and let his eyes fall closed just to properly savor the feeling of those velvety lips. Momentarily distracted, he seemed to snap out of it rather quickly when she alluded to the fact that she was alright with the plan and wanted to go through with it. Then I say we do it tonight. You go home and be home when he gets there. I'll take care of the rest. I'll scope out the place from a distance. When he gets in and passes out, you come out. Gimme a signal and I'll come in. We take care of business and we're outta there before anyone knows what we done. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can start our life together. And I like the thought of spending as much time as I can with you instead of just a couple times a week. Ya know? He grinned and leaned forward, kissing Celia's lips. He had to do everything in his power not to just take her right there on his bed as he'd grown accustomed to, but he knew if they were going to set the plan in action, they had to get moving sooner rather than later. While Celia was home, Willie was going to have to secure a car and get a little spending money for the road. They'd have to do plenty of traveling to be a step ahead when the authorities found Henry's body.
Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free Well...maybe we can save up enough to go somewhere we ain't gonna be noticed, Celia suggested as she planted more long, slow kisses on Willie's neck. Maybe like, Europe or something, huh? She smiled against his throat as he groaned. She wasn't sure what it was he'd said that made her want him so badly right now, but her body burned for him. Almost unnoticeably, with one hand she unhooked her garters from her stockings and moved her kisses down to his shoulder. God, she loved him! When he suggested she go home she pulled away and pouted, but understood. She couldn't be out all day and then come home just in time for her husband to beat her til one of them passed out. I know, Sugar, she said, doing up her garters again. Just hope he comes home soon, then, so we can be out even faster. Celia slid off of his lap and pulled her skirt down, panties and garter straps disappearing from view under a worn gingham dress. Pawing at her hair, she looked into the mirror to try and straighten herself out again. People in this town talked, and they talked far too much. Bending over, she kissed Willie's lips slowly, longingly, with a type of seduction one wouldn't think capable of such a sweet, innocent woman. It was almost unconscious, really, but until she'd met Willie Celia hadn't had a kiss like that in years.
Thread: Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

RE Young, Wild, and Free It was a bittersweet sight seeing Celia do up her garter, but Willie knew they'd have time for celebratory antics once the actual deed was done. Smiling against her lips, Willie kissed her back. It was the type of kiss that brought a feeling to his stomach he didn't recognize. There was a wanting in her kiss he wished he could've satisfied in that moment. Reluctantly pulling back, Willie stood. If she glanced down, Celia would easily see just what she did to him, his trousers tented prominently. He longed for a release, but he would have to wait. He took Cell's hand and walked her out of his room and down the stairs to the front door. Just remember to give me the signal. We'll be together soon, he said, giving her a farewell kiss before opening the door to let her out. I love you, Celia, he whispered before hurrying back to his room. He retrieved the gun, loaded it and tucked it away into his pants. He then proceeded to rummage through the house, finding jewelry in the miss's vanity. He also found a healthy stack of cash in the old man's dresser. They would make that last at least for the time being. Tucking it away in his pocket, he nearly forgot to pack. He made his way back to his room, collected all his clothing messily into the only suitcase he had and carried the overflowing case down and out of the house. He looked back at the place and gave it a solemn wave. So long, he muttered and made his way down the street on foot, looking to hotwire the first vehicle he came in contact with. He tried his luck with an older Model T Ford in the driveway of a residence a a mile and a half from Celia's place. No luck. Although he'd been given an impromptu lesson in wiring years ago, he was rusty, nervous and frustrated. To hell with it. They could use Henry's truck for the time being until they could find something better. That would have to do. They had money and soon they'd have a vehicle. Things were looking up. Willie found his way over to their residence after his failed attempt at stealing his first car. He ducked a hundred yards away out of view, but made sure he could see the front door from his vantage point.. Henry's truck wasn't in the driveway yet. They still had a little time to gain their bearings. Willie just wanted it to all be over. He wanted to be in the driver's seat of Henry's truck with Celia at his side and her hand in his lap. Just a matter of time.