Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: T-Virus and ShortSighted Roleplay

Mandy had finally watched as everyone left. She was hanging around near the warehouse trying to figure out what to do after realising she was on an island. It had been hours and she was more than completely drenched. Her tears mingled with the rain droplets as she stood there, pacing up and down. She watched as James finally made his made his way to the limo. Was he finally go to leave her and let her go home? That was impossible. He wouldn't let that happen. And she knew it as soon as he told her to get in. Mandy was like a wild horse needing to be broken. Shaking her head she glared at him, hoping that he would back off if she got too stubborn. You don't own me. I'm not your slave. I'm not doing what you want, or going whether ever you want. She growled. It didn't take long before she started to move towards the limo. She was soaking wet and cold and she knew that she couldn't stay out much longer. She was also getting muddy the more she walked around. Sighing she gave in, hoping to have a better plan at his house. I'll come... She finally mumbled, feeling like she was admitting defeat.
Thread: T-Virus and ShortSighted Roleplay

James smiled as she agreed. Good girl. He said letting her get in and closing the door behind her. He shuffled to the other end of the limo and got a towel out from under the seat. He passed it to her and grabbed a hoodie and skirt from under the seat as well. Here, you can get changed into these and dry yourself off with this before you catch a cold. You can put your clothes and underwear next to the heater there, he pointed just a little in front of her and sat back in his comfortable leather seat. The limo was warm and inviting. Someone could live in this car if they really wanted too, it offered everything for a person except a bathroom. He looked at her dripping wet face and could see she wasn't going to get changed in front of him. Look, no offence, but I know what you look like naked anyway, it isn't something new to me. He turned his head and pointed to the tinted glass. See that? He picked up a remote from the bar and pressed a button. Ben, I am raising the glass, take us home please. After a few seconds, there was a strong voice that came through the speaker. Yes sir. As he said those words, James pressed another button, and a solid black sheet of glass came in front of the tinted window, covering it completely. Now my driver can't see you. Nor can anyone else except me. So carry on as you wish. Oh, and do you have any allergic reactions to food? He said with an interesting tone. I don't want to feed you something that you are allergic to, or anything you don't like? He asked kindly.
Thread: T-Virus and ShortSighted Roleplay

I'm not changing into that horrible skirt. I'd rather wear these clothes. Looking at the hoodie though, that seemed rather warm and she felt like she could cover herself with that. The jeans would stay on though. She wasn't going to be found in a slutty skirt. I'm not a slut and I won't be found wearing revealing clothes like that. She told James as if she was the one in charge before slowly starting to change out of her wet hoodie and tshirt, into the dry one. She tried to think of the allergies she had and food she really disliked. Well I have an allergy to nothing. And I don't like tomatos or carrots. She stated. Other than that I eat anything. And I better not be treated like a slave, because if you think I'll be that to you then you're wrong and you've wasted your money.
Thread: T-Virus and ShortSighted Roleplay

James laughed and turned to look out the window, sighing he scratched his head and watched the trees pass by at speed, not watching her change her top. Listening to her he nodded at not having any allergic reactions she knew off he didn't have any either so there were no restrictions in what they could eat. James was a very good cook. He had picked up the talent from his mother, as she was a incredible house wife to the whole family. Everyone respected her and held her in high regard. She wasn't never involved in the crime circle, as she didn't want to know anything about it, but at the same time, she knew every single detail that was happening. James's mother was still alive and doing well, teaching at a cookery school. It wasn't well paid, but with her dead husbands fortune left to her as well, she didn't need a well paid job she just wanted to do something that she enjoyed. Looking back at her, James smiled warmly. The fact of the matter is, I have bought you, and I do own you, but not in the way you might think. It is more of a loose term really. You are free to do as you like in my house, you do have to ask if you want to leave, but it should be fine, and I will know where you are going, so even if you do try to go to anyone else, then I will know. But just think, who are the police going to believe? Me or you? James turned away again and flicked his golden hair to the side of his face. Even though James was involved in the crime circle, he was a very attractive young man his chest was well build and pronounced. His shoulders strong and built big, his stomach flat but strong. James has beautiful, deep blue eyes that any girl would die to look into.
Thread: T-Virus and ShortSighted Roleplay

Mandy kept shaking her head. They'll believe me. I know they will. My parents will have reported me missing. She snapped at him. And I will find a way off of this island and home. You don't own me, I don't care how much you paid for me, I'm not some object that can just be sold and I won't do anything you want. I know you'll think that'll change, but it wont. I won't do anything. Looking away, she finished dressing wondering if he would be true to his word, that she would be able to do what she wanted. She watched James for a minute, noting that he wasn't bad looking. She kicked herself mentally for that thought. He was evil, she wasn't to think of him like that, ever. Just never. It wasn't a good thing. This man had bought her for a million, as if it was nothing as if she was nothing. That was awful and just wrong. She wasn't going to listen to whatever he had to say, she wasn't owned, she refused to be owned like a piece of his property. I'm not your property. Mandy repeated. I refuse to be.
Thread: T-Virus and ShortSighted Roleplay

James looked back at her and sighed. Consider yourself lucky that you weren't bought by the others. You do realise that if you had, you would have been raped by a number of people? He said looking calmly at her with a sympathetic look in his eye. James looked down and ran his fingers through his hair and looked out of the window opposite of him. I know this isn't exactly the most ideal outcome you had thought you could be in, but it is the best thing that could have happened to you today. Looking back at her, his eyes glistening blue in the breaking sunlight that was starting to shine through. Though, you have to understand your position here. No matter how much you decide to think you are free, you are not. I bought you. I could be a lot harsher than I am being. I am being very kind to you, but you don't want to see the other side of me. I don't have a reputation for nothing. James was still calm and content. The limo was warm and cosy the gentle hum of the engine lingered in the air of the limo. James decided to turn on the TV and passed the remote to his new slave. Knock yourself out, unless you have questions you want to ask me. He said turning to look out the window again.
Thread: T-Virus and ShortSighted Roleplay

You'll probably rape me at one point or another, but just so you know, if you try I won't go down without a fight. She growled again. I don't care what your reputation is either. I'm not scared of you. I will fight you. Amanda took the TV control from James and started to flick through the TV channels, trying to find some information about where she was or about her disappearance, but there seemed to be nothing right now on the TV and in the end Mandy just stuck to the News, hoping something would come up eventually. She doubted it though. So, what are you planning on using me for then? She finally asked quietly, deciding to try and get information out of James, hoping to get an insight to his plans.
Thread: T-Virus and ShortSighted Roleplay

James laughed and turned back. I don't rape people, thank you. He chuckled and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, offering Mandy one as well. As he listened to her question, he twisted the cap on the bottle and drank some of the ice cold water. Sighing gently as he removed the bottle from his lips and looked to the side of him. He thought about the question and didn't keep her waiting. You will be my maid. You will clean the house and keep everything in order. You won't be cooking, because I cook. You will be wearing a maids outfit, if you make a fuss about it, you will ware nothing. James sat back more into the sofa, relaxing and not acting like he was bothered at just spending one million pounds, just like that, but he would get his moneys worth, one was or another. The car stopped at the shore, where a large boat was waiting for them. The limo drove onto the boat into a rather large cabin underneath where the car parked up. The driver got out and walked around the side of the limo and opened the door. He bowed a little as James got out and smiled warmly. He was about 50 years old and looked like a gentle older man. James nodded and thanked him and told him to go enjoy himself and get some sleep. James seemed to be a very kind person to the people he cared about. Looking back into the car, he offered a hand to her to help her out of the car. Come on. It is going to be a long journey, so I will show you to your room.
Thread: T-Virus and ShortSighted Roleplay

I'll wear what I want. Mandy snapped. These clothes. She told him firmly as she got herself out the car and noticed they were on a ship. She knew at that point that she'd been out longer than she'd thought. She'd been transported to the island and now she was been transported somewhere else. And I will not be your maid. I'm not yours. When will you get that? I will not do what you want! This was a ship, Mandy could easily get lost or hide to get away from James. She decided to see her room and hoped that he wouldn't be staying with her or that she'd be tied up. He was pretty stupid, she thought, to let a new slave take control. She was also surprised at the fact that he wasn't like the others, expecting sex and getting punished. To her it was a good thing though, if he wouldn't punish her or do anything, maybe she could get away easily or she could attempt as many times as she wanted without consequences.
Thread: ZOMBIEPOCALYPSE!

Cole was sitting leaned against the wall of a small apartment on the edge of a small city, he watched as a man he had picked up earlier that day slept. This man was the very thing Cole hated, he had been rich and his money was built on the pain and abuse of normal people. Cole dropped the cigarette he was holding and crushed it out before picking up his pistol, he checked the chamber and made sure the clip was full, he cocked the gun and walked over to his sleeping companion. Now, the gun aimed at the mans head he quickly thought over what he was about to do, money was useless in this world, however there was a jeep outside filled with guns and ammunition and this man had the keys. Arch had his mind made up, he tightened his grip and pulled the trigger. The quick thunk of the gun firing followed by the almost musical clink of the empty shell hitting the cold wooden floor relaxed him. Less baggage to lug around now, he smiled to himself. He reached into the man's pocket and took the keys out, slipping them into the right side pocket of his leather coat. He turned and picked up his rifle, slinging it over his shoulder before moving towards the door of the room. The wet sound of his boots in the pool of blood on the wood floor was all there was to be heard. He paused, a hand on the doorknob, his mouth formed the silent words of a farewell to the dead man on the floor. A few minutes later he was out on the street in the lightening day, keys in his hand, pistol in its holster. Cole slid in behind the wheel and started the jeep, pulling away and driving towards the rising sun. On to the next city then, he glanced towards the passenger seat, in it sat his likeness, one of the pro's of his little problem.
Thread: ZOMBIEPOCALYPSE!

Cole conversed with himself over his previous actions, but about two miles out of the city was wrenched out of his conversation by a loud bang. He ignored it for a moment but the Jeep suddenly lurched to one side, he tapped the brake pedal repeatedly until he came to a stop. He threw the door open and got out, he spotted the problem immediately, the front right hand tire had blown out. Fuck me , he muttered. That's what happens when you don't check over the vehicle , the voice came from the same image of himself he spoke to in the car. Oh go fuck yourself! , he kicked a rock at the apparition and it vanished. Grumbling he went to the back to get the spare and the tools, Typical of me to get stranded in zombie country, he said as he pulled open the rear door. He found himself thinking how handy it would be to find another person to travel with, but someone he wouldn't want to gun down after ten seconds of conversation. He carried the jack and tire-iron around and dropped them to the ground before going back to try and unfasten the spare wheel.
Thread: ZOMBIEPOCALYPSE!

Come on, lets get out of here, the tire's changed and the jeeps fine, we checked it over Hush , Cole hissed, completely at ease talking to himself, We can go in a minute, I just want to let off a round or two, there's something in the distance over there, I'm guessing its an old one, two slow to be fresh . Sure enough when his rifle scope was pointed at the figure in the distance it was as hethey expected. Yeh thats an old one , they agreed. He slid one round into the rifle's chamber and dropping to one knee, he steadied himself as much as possible in that position. Prone would have made it easier, but why waste energy on a target of entertainment. Slowly he brought the sight to rest on the creatures head. A slow and deliberate count to three before he squeezed the trigger, and at the moment with the sun high in the sky all that was to be heard was the loud sharp crack of the gunpowder igniting. Cole took pleasure in that sound, and even more from seeing the target drop. Very nice shot if I do say so myself , his more critical side said. Of bloody course, now shut up before you make the others think their invited to speak. He got to his feet and walked to the drivers door, all the equipment back in the trunk, he hopped into the jeep and turned the key. The engine struggled a bit, but caught and roared. Cole sighed and pulled away slowly, he wasn't really sure where he was headed, just on to another city, and with no map, he might be a while. Though this time he hoped he'd find someone he could stand.
Thread: ZOMBIEPOCALYPSE!

A good few miles down the road Cole happened across a deserted military base, he turned into the courtyard out of curiosity and shut of the engine. He grabbed his rifle from the other seat and checked to make sure his pistol was strapped into its holster. Once he had all he felt he needed he threw open the door and climbed out of the jeep. Hello?! , he roared, and got back only an echo. Cole shrugged and decided to take a look around, more weapons and ammo would come in handy and what better a place to find them. Most bases he came across were cleaned out, but this one seemed to have been left in a dire state. There were charred and mangled corpses everywhere, he calmly drew his pistol and left his rifle over his shoulder. Cole moved silently about the base until he came to the armory, so far it had been uneventful and he was happy about that. He looked around, someone had been here before him and recently at that. He could tell because of the pre-packed food wrappers all over the ground and the fact that some of the weapons had be taken from a case that looked like it was opened with a crowbar. He moved faster now, grabbing only what he would need, a carbine and a large metal case of ammunition for his rifle and the carbine. He left these things by the door as he began rigging all the explosives together and hooking them up to a timer which he set to five minutes and activated. With that he grabbed the stuff by the door, packed it into the jeep and took off down the road again.
Thread: ZOMBIEPOCALYPSE!

... You know, I can remember the first time I saw one of those poor former humans. I was working, then. Not that I really needed to. I had money. Old money. Real money, I guess you could say. If you were takin to liberties you could say it was family money. Heh. Almost sounds like a joke now. Ung. Christ that hurts... But yeah, I never really needed money, or rather I never needed more money. Or whatever. I worked to break up the monotony of life. Odd jobs here and there sometimes. Working for less than I was really worth, considering my skills. Not that I minded, I was content to get less attention than I could draw unto myself. But oh, yes, that night. I was workin at a twenty-four hour pharmacy then, just before the shit really hit the pool. Er, fan. Fuck... Morphine, anyone? Jesus. Yeah, so. Someone just left the window when... well, someone pressed up against it. Didn't see her at first, but when I came around the corner she started scratching at the window. I'll never forget it. Had this look like she just saw a free all you can eat buffet. It was disturbing, even for me. Next thing I know, an SUV went plowing into her. Craziest thing. Like a freak accident or somethin. But I never forgot that dead stare as she scrabbled to get through that thick window. Yeah. Fucked up night. ...
Thread: ZOMBIEPOCALYPSE!

A slow casual pace carried the new comer into the outskirts of the city. Even though the area looked clear, Xavier knew better than to relax. Something like that could bring an end to him pretty quickly. He learned that during his first few days out of prison. In fact he learned that even inside that steel cage. Hell? No, this was his heaven. Granted it wasn't perfect but to have once been a prisoner on death row, there was little else god could throw at you. He got to breathe another breath of fresh air, see the beautiful sun, and had a chance to see his children once more. Creatures who would like nothing more than to eat and kill him roamed the land. This wasn't that much different from being out in the courtyard or lunch room with other prisoners. Actually this was better in some regards since he didn't have to wonder if someone was going to attack or kill him. Out here, they all wanted you dead in some way or form. So he'd more than welcome this lifestyle, at least for now. The only downside, like on any battlefield, was finding a safe place to rest. They seemed to be able to get anywhere and that was annoying in itself. But he needed to find something to eat first and knew he had to get creative with things. Grocery stories wouldn't last forever. This is what brought him to a near by school, most wouldn't think of such a place. The mall or other places were first in people's minds, so he knew the odds were on his side. So he lifted the strap to his shotgun and places it over his head so it hung diagonally along his back. Now he didn't have to worry about it swinging or being count on something. He tightened his grip on his machete and began to jog across the grounds towards the front doors. After testing the handle, he was glad to know it was opened which made him wonder if school was open when it was abandoned. This could mean trouble for Xavier, but he wasn't expecting a easy run in the first place. With his weapon at the ready, he made his way into the school building and keeping himself on guard. He needed to find something to eat and maybe catch a nap on the roof.
Thread: ZOMBIEPOCALYPSE!

A few minutes down the road there was a dull roar from behind him and the abandoned base was engulfed in a bright flash of light. He smiled to himself, work well done as usual, soon he would reach his destination and from there he would work towards trying to link up with some kind of group. Traveling alone lost its charm a long time ago and he was not putting up with it for much longer. He glanced at the fuel gauge, which seemed to be dropping way to quickly, he had even noticed it had dropped while he was out of the jeep. He assumed it was a leak, but he would still make it far enough to find a substitute or at least somewhere to hole up and make repairs. Cole knew there was at least two cans of fuel in the back seats. He became aware of a strange sound, after a few moments he realized the radio had been on the whole time, he must have not noticed the quiet static. Though know there were faint voices coming through the static, A broadcast? How and who would be sending out a radio broadcast. Due to the jeep being worn down by its previous owner the radio was failing, but before it gave out, he made out one thing...D.C. He know had a definite destination, and up ahead he saw an old truck stop, there would be maps there and everything he needed to make his repairs. Cole pulled the jeep in around the back and shut off the engine. Time to get back to work.
Thread: ZOMBIEPOCALYPSE!

Cole cleared the truck stop of any of those creatures then slid under the jeep to take a look at the leak, he cursed loudly, the tank was old and rusted. Musta hit a damn rock, he pushed himself out and stood up, no quick fixes here. He had however spotted a truck round back, Bigger the better, he chuckled to himself. It was stopped beside the pumps, which he assumed were dry, though upon trying them, there was enough to fill the trucks tank. He cast a glance at the trailer, A tanker eh?, it had a highly flammable warning on the side, so he climbed up to find out what exactly it was carrying. He opened a hatch and the tangy stench of gasoline struck him, Perfect. He jumped down and began moving the important things from the Jeep over to the truck. There was a map in the cab and the keys he had found near a pool of blood inside the stop's diner. So he grabbed a flare gun and decided to see if there was anyone else nearby, hell even a few zombies were good company now. He fired a bright red flare up before climbing back into the cab and laying out the map, tracing the fastest route and the least likely to be jammed with abandoned cars, not that this beast would be slowed by them. He flicked on the trucks radio and grabbed the mic, hit the talk button and spoke, My name is Cole, if there is anyone out there will you please respond, I have a tanker almost three quarters full around the back of Mick's Truck Stop, radio in if you care to join me, I'll be leaving before nightfall. He stuck the mic back and left the radio on just in case someone had heard.
Thread: The Dom Futa

Tom was walking round with his boyfriend where nobody could recognise him