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Thread: Bestfriends for ever.

This was probably the most the young girl had ever had in her body at once, and for a moment she would have to put a stop to all the pleasure. Emma, just let me get undressed. she told her friend as she stood up off the couch and got her friend to sit up. Slowly, she pulled up her top revealing her rather large breasts, then her bottom to reveal her little pink pussy completely. Mm, now it's your turn. she said as she leaned down and got on her knees infront of her friend. She peeked up her shorts, looking at her little slit. She then proceeded to pull down her shorts, barely even waiting for Emma to respond.
Thread: Bestfriends for ever.

How quickly things had changed. Next thing she knew, it was her turn. She was being pantsed. Sarah was infront of her. She finally let out that whimper. She was so wet and turned on from putting it off so long. She was ready for Sarah to make it all better.
Thread: Bestfriends for ever.

It wasn't long before Sarah leaned forward towards her friends little pink slit, she kissed it gently a few times before doing anything else. She used her fingers to spread the lips, and then connected her mouth and sucked away at her little clit. She didn't suck too hard, but enough for the girl to feel it of course. Her eyes looked up at her friend, curious of what she was thinking about having her best friend suck on her little pussy.
Thread: Line of Sight (Survivor00 & ohstefyelectric)

Senka could hear the bitterness in the foreign girl??s voice even as she replied. So the feeling was mutual, it seemed. But regardless of the words exchanged, it had felt good to feel at least some water on her dirtied and bruised skin. The heavy sound of approaching bootsteps did not draw her attention the way it had drawn the foreigner??s, knowing that as long as it was not accompanied by the roar of gunfire, or screams of an enemy attack, that there was no immediate threat to her. Lazily, she glanced over at the man ?? one just as ragged and tired looking as anyone else she knew. His eyes did not even fall upon her half-clothed form, or upon the foreign girl in the dress, and instead settled upon the strangely pristine cello case that rested upon the rubble against the far wall. Senka felt the soggy rag dropped back into her hand, and with a soft, wordless grunt, stood from the chair. She paid little attention to the exchange of dialogue between the girl and the fighter she knew briefly as Andrij, fully intending to leave the room and let the girl dig her own grave. She walked over and grabbed her shirt, sliding that on over her pale-skinned frame, and tossing her hooded jacket over her shoulder. A heavy thump followed by Andrij yowling and cursing in Slavic finally made her cock an eyebrow and turn her head slightly, and she saw Andrij comicly grabbing at the toe of his boot as the foreign girl clutched the cello case as though her life depended on it. His voice raked loudly against her ears and she finally turned to face them both, the air escaping from her lips in an annoyed sigh. ??Just drop it, Andrij. It is all she has.? Senka muttered as the scowling soldier hobbled out of the room. Finally after he was gone, she turned to look sharply at the girl sitting in a chair in the corner, the beginnings of a scowl curling her lips. She grabbed a chair and dragged it across the dusty room to rest in front of the woman. She straddled it backwards, her dark eyes meeting the foreigner??s, noting the two-toned discoloration with a fraction of interest before her gaze hardened again. ??Look.? She said in that heavily accented English of hers, ??You do not belong here. You know this.? Her voice was cold and purposeful. It seemed that she had been educated before...she understood the English language quite well. ??But do not think that you will be protected like you were back home. We do not give a shit about where you were from, or what you did.? A sharp report of something big exploding in the distance made her pause, and even she seemed to flutter against the sound. But her demeanor was only gone for a second, before she resumed. ??You are here , now. You go picking fights, nobody will protect you. Nobody will care.? Senka abruptly ended the conversation there, standing from the chair and grabbing her rifle from where it leaned against the wall. She locked eyes with the girl for one more moment before she walked out of the crumbling room, trying to see if she could scrounge up a meager bite of food.
Thread: Line of Sight (Survivor00 & ohstefyelectric)

She did not care what that other woman thought, no she did not care in the slightest. Consider her stubborn, but she didn't hear that sigh of annoyance or that scowl that now graced her dirty features, no, she was not focused on any of those things. She wanted to go home, no, she wanted her moment at the symphony back. She wanted the sound of violins to wrap around her and pick her up off the ground, she wanted the sound of harps and pianos and- She wanted the music back. The sound of the chair scraping across the ground, attention only being caught when the female gave her a hardened glare to stare into her eyes, something several people found difficult for obvious reasons. Arms still wrapped around the neck of the case, her hands settled quaintly just where the neck led to the rest of the body, her eyes blinked only once and it had only been when she'd turned her head away from facing the wall. How utterly. . How utterly incorrect. Yes, that is what this was, to Amadora this was all incorrect. What was even more incorrect, however, was how the brute was speaking toward her, and for quite some time, she found herself wanting to jam the heel of her foot against her toe too. However, that would be unconstitutional and a bit unreasonable, but obviously, everyone here was barbaric. Her nails dug just slightly against the case, the explosion in the distance enough to be startling to her, as she obviously wasn't a pro at gun fire and tanks and exploding things everywhere. Picking fights? Is that what she called it? Oh, she had picked a fight because she didn't want someone touching the only thing she had left, first of all without asking, but second of all, without any respect toward her in the matter. Because he had decided that, oh, since it's here and all, and she's probably not going to do anything, I can touch whatever I want. If no one gives a shit now , then how can you attempt to care later on? Leaning her cheek gently against her last remaining posession, her eyes closed softly because this could be another moment to cry, although she kept herself from it. She had already cried today, earlier when she was sitting on the floor in this crumbling school room by herself. And again, she found she was by herself, standing slowly again and propping the cello against the wall, her eyes moved around the room, squatting down in front of a bookshelf that was probably filled with stories, now only seeing two, both having seen better days just like this building had. Picking them up silently, her mannerisms were odd in going about this, looking over the two of them and fixing them to stand upright, and for their spines to be out and visible, setting them in the way that books should be. It wasn't a school room anymore, but that was beside the point, moving to the chairs that had been scattered around and away from the small table where they should be, Amadora went to quietly moving them back to their designated area. Order in destruction. ooc D that's about as close as her appearance will get considering the only thing missing is her eye color, but eh. listu
Thread: Line of Sight (Survivor00 & ohstefyelectric)

There was more than one instance where Amadora was sure that whatever Senka was saying in her native tongue toward her was nothing close to anything nice. Silently wondering if anything that had ever come from her lips was close to being 'nice', she damn sure hadn't heard anything, nothing comforting, nope. Not a word. Just brutal screams and raw, raspy tones. Always hollering. Well, whatever she had been called, Amadora mentally took note that she had kept herself in that very same position, unmoving to leave her there like her friend obviously had expected her to do. She was not going to leave her cello behind to let some worthless morons either destroy it or have a building crash down on it. No, Amadora was not going to let that happen. The sound of bullets striking would crowd her thoughts like gas to a small room, filling the air of her mind, the rattle and shake of the ground something that left her obviously close to feeling whatever food was in her system to lurch up. Fortunately, she managed to keep it in her system, doing as she was told, hands still holding onto the strap of her cello as though it were someone's child to be hidden there. It was a child, her own, if you were to think about it in such a way. Amadora's child, subject to warfare and gunshots, dying people and even her slightly dirt hands. Was it safe for her to remain sitting up in the way she was? She wasn't sure, although with the ground rattling the way it was, Amadora moved as carefully as she could, laying herself flat on her back and closing her eyes, obviously not trying to get any sleep judging by the unpeaceful way her eyes were closed. Close to resembling how they were just earlier actually, when the first sounds of pain and anguish had rang out in the air. With her eyes closed, it was only natural for Amadora's mind to begin using her opposite senses for the better. Little did the two of the snipers know that she was beginning to count the shots, despite the sound being uncomfortably unfamiliar, it was a habit to count things. They were like beats, shots, screams, and beats. Beats that if she wanted to, she could play on her cello, but she didn't want to sit up, she didn't want to open her eyes. She had already gotten her cello dirty, she might as well simply wait. The sound of something getting hit close, within the proximity that probably could have been her if she hadn't laid out on the floor, Amadora kept her pretty eyes closed, continuing to count shots. The walls shaking thanks to something larger than a bullet being launched toward the school building, of all the places in the world to be, she damn sure didn't want to be in this school when it came crumbling to the ground.listulistulistu
Thread: Line of Sight (Survivor00 & ohstefyelectric)

As soon as the last round had left the barrel of her rifle, Senka was already moving. She ducked back down behind the rapidly failing cover of the school wall, ejecting the spent magazine and catching it in her palm. She stuffed it back in her pocket for later use - magazines were hard to come by, easier to reload your own - and grabbed for a fresh one. She repeated the process of tapping it once to clear the dust, and slammed it into the receiver. The air was thick with dust and the stench of death and gunsmoke, and she grabbed the tattered scarf from around her neck and tugged it up over her nose and mouth. She lifted her eyes for a quick glance at Amadora's huddled, dust-covered form before she quickly turned her focus back to the war zone that had formed before her. With an almost mechanical precision, she struck down two men who were firing over a broken wall. The surviving tank shell continued bombarding the remains of the school with impunity, and the whole structure shuddered and shifted. Many of the surviving rebels were already retreating, scattering like roaches when the lights were turned on. Senka, and a few others seemed determined not to fall back until the school fell out from under them. A stream of bullets stitched the stone behind her, and there was the sudden wet slapping noise of a bullet hitting flesh. She felt the soft splatter of warm blood that was not her own against her face, and the thud of a limp weight hitting the floor. Instantly, she felt her blood rush cold in her veins. She knew what would await her if she turned to look, but she could not stop herself from doing so. Bojan was no longer at her side. He lay, motionless, on the floor, half of his face torn away. He'd died instantly, if that was a small mercy. It wasn't. Something...broke. She couldn't...couldn't place it. The two had never admitted feelings for the other, but he was the closest thing to a friend she had left. He had put up with her coldness, her insults, and let it all slide away. Never once had he complained. And now he had been ripped from her, just like her family, her home, had once been. He couldn't... The rifle dropped from her hands, hitting the debris-strewn roof with a clatter. He was dead. She could see that. Yet why couldn't she stop her hands from grabbing his jacket and shaking him? Get up... The words were choked, her eyes wide, trembling. You stupid...get up! Bojan's shattered head just rolled loosely on his shoulders. Blood soaked his clothes, and her hands. Get up! She screamed at him, feeling the hot wetness of tears rolling down her cheeks. Suddenly, she was 16 again, clutching the body of her father on that damned freeway, the screams of the dying and the all-too-familiar shriek of mortars melting together in her ears. She felt just as helpless now as she did then.
Thread: Line of Sight (Survivor00 & ohstefyelectric)

Even though she had been surrounded by death for the past what, twenty four hours? However, with such a thing being said, Amadora had been under a pile of rubble, surprisingly uninjured and not having to see how the majority of everyone else around her had died. She hadn't watched them die in front of her and she hadn't seen anyone get shot before. She'd only ever seen her goldfish die, and that wasn't the greatest experience for her as a child, though it was nothing like this, nothing like opening your eyes at the wrong time, looking to the side and watching a bullet tear through flesh, skull, and brain. It was at that point that she closed her eyes and turned her head, coughing only twice before a surge of vomit fell from her lips, steady coughing the rest of whatever it was her system could push up. It was sickening, she had never seen anything like that before and never expected to see it, especially not someone who had been living and breathing only a short, short while ago. However, even as Amadora's world slowed down and almost stopped, the sound of gunshots ringing out and even the sound of Senka moving toward her friend to bring him back from the dead never stopped. The world never stopped, it never once stopped. It should have. If she controlled the world, this wouldn't have happened. None of this would have- Shaking her head softly, she could feel the ground rumbling, sitting up and shifting back and away from her vomit, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes glanced up toward the sky. Heavy chest rising and falling, sitting here was not going to do anything, turning her head slowly to hear the second scream of Senka shouting out toward Bojan as though hollering at him would wake him up from this dream . He wasn't going to wake up. Amadora was quick to know that. He wasn't getting up, and if they didn't get up, as she soon realized, they would through the floor. With the ground shaking in the way it was, it seemed that the tank was bringing forth the end of the world as it decemated the school building and suspected that all the beings in it were dead and gone. Her legs shifting downward slightly, Amadora moved quickly, crawling carefully just in time for the floor where she had been laying to fall down toward the ground. Amadora was now crawling awkwardly with a cello case on her back, moving toward the other warm body count and shaking her arm gently, It's falling - Deciding she probably didn't have time for a complete sentence, Amadora reached out and gripped her hand hard, pulling her toward the only stable wall of the school left, another space of the floor crumbling in again. With her grip on her blood stained hand pulling her away from the dead body of her friend, sure it would be different if he was anywhere near alive, but he wasn't, as unfortunate as that was. However, Amadora knew she couldn't do it herself as far as surviving in this hellhole, dragging the other away from the dead body and turning her head when she watched Bojan's lifeless figure fall into the massive pit as well. listulistulistu
Thread: we sure are cute for a set of crazies [ stefy x alkaline ]

The waiting and waiting and waiting was absolutely atrocious for her, though not because there would be a supposedly new being to invade her personal space, the female was waiting for them to come back to haunt her in that disgusting way that they always did. Those disgusting voices that seemed to have no direct guidance to her actions, they caused her to be paranoid because she felt them to be the voices of those nurse, all of them. . Except for Dolores, for some reason, she couldn't get into Dolores' mind for shit, but really, who wanted to get into the mind of a woman who looked oddly like a man? Didn't think so. Scratching the side of her face with her perfectly squared off nails, they didn't want any risks here, having painted them clear because colors to some of the patients was absolutely deadly. The only time when she was allowed to wear nail polish was for the occasions at random when her parents decided to show their faces, when it generally wound up to them not even showing up. Fair weather parents. The sound of the locks on the door moving however, causing her eyes to blink lazily, hearing the nurse speak as though she was a part of the petting zoo, asking him to take a look inside to test out whether or not she would lash out at him. Apparently, this nurse hadn't caught word of an outburst from this very same female earlier, although if she was like the rest of the nurses and no doubt that she was, she would know soon after leaving him in with her. Her bed creeked softly when one of her legs shifted and her eyes landed on the male who was to be sleeping in the bed across from her own, he looked a little fearful, as though there was something wrong with either one of them. No, maybe that nurse who was smiling like it would kill her to frown was crazy, but from the aura he brought with him and let linger in the air, he wasn't crazy. Him peering over her however, caused Annaliese to frown just slightly, eyes following him every step of the way before blinking and setting her eyes on the ceiling, turning onto her back and sitting up quickly. Her legs exposed to the light frosted plastic windows that were covered with bars, she hadn't been asleep so there was no need to stretch. Her head turned slowly, almost as though daring him to still be staring down at her in such a way, and to see that he was, it made her wonder if he was much too familiar for his own good. You know. Dolores says there is someone who doesn't blink very often somewhere 'round here. Pausing for a moment, she moved to sit on her knees, coming to be eye level with him on the high bed, her eyes narrowed at the male who looked suspiciously like herself, Are you him? listu
Thread: we sure are cute for a set of crazies [ stefy x alkaline ]

Brian simply moved towards his bed rather silently as he watched the girl start to shuffle on the bed, turning to face him as he scratched and tugged on his earlobe just for a moment. He wasn't sure what to exactly think at the moment, but he was sure that the nurses were probably out there laughing their asses off. It had to just be another experiment they were running, testing him to make sure he wouldn't let his friend take the wheel. Fuckers... he muttered under his breath, glaring for a moment at the dark two-way mirror posted on the wall for observations. Quickly though, he shook his head again and just turned his eyes back to the girl as he heard her voice for the first time. Go away, go away, go away... It's just a test. Once the boy's eyes finally fell on the girl, he almost jumped back in surprise as he closed his eyes in surprise. What the hell... It was like looking into a mirror. Well... if he was a girl. Running his fingers over his forehead for a brief moment, he rubbed his forehead to try and figure out what exactly was going on. Fucking medication. They must have slipped some into his food. Or at least caught on to his trick. She'll be gone when I open my eyes... As if... Don't be so fucking naive. Now let me out so I can deal with this bitch. Who does she think she is talking to us like that? Shut up, you don't even know her... the boy suddenly muttered to himself before realizing that no one was actually there. As he started to clear out his mind though, he slowly began to open his eyes to look back at the girl once more. Why do you look like me... Who are you? he suddenly snapped, rather defensively at that as he backed up to take a seat on the chair behind him. Brian wore a simple white t-shirt, though unlike the girl, he also had a pair of loose black sweat pants hanging onto his waist. His fingers instantly began to tuck themselves into the pockets, tugging at the loose strands of thread inside of them as his eyes scanned over her. Why can't I remember you... he whispered to himself soon after, his eyes almost studying every inch of her body. It was as if the answer was right on the tip of his tongue, yet miles away at the same time. Fucking medication.