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Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

Kallie Davis was busy washing out that ungrateful prick's clothes at their campsite, using a bucket of water from the nearby well at the old farm. At nineteen years old, she was a picture of health. Having been a nurse before the Souls had invaded, she kept her body healthy. Standing at about 5'5 and weighing 115 pounds, she was toned and lithe. Though she was slightly muscular she was soft in all the right places, with full hips and ample chest. Long brownish red hair framed her heart shaped face, at the moment pulled back into a messy bun. Pale grey-blue eyes watched her surroundings as she worked, the sun warming her tanned skin through her worn white tanktop. A pistol rested at her side, within easy reach should she need to use it. Without thinking, she drew it when she heard his approach. An annoyed sigh left her lips as she saw him. You're damn lucky I don't shoot first and ask questions later, asshole.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

Shut it bitch. Be lucky I let you join me. If I hadn't you'd be dead. He tossed her something, the magazine to a pistol clattering to the ground in front of her. There...and it's getting harder and harder to get supplies. We're going to have move out soon. The parasites are spreading uptown and by this time two days from now they'll probably be right up on us. He set the backpack down gently and sorted through it. With the supplies we've got we could probably move for two weeks without stopping....the worst loss would be the well.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

She scowled at him, debating on shooting him in the foot. Don't take that tone with me. She slung the water out of the shirt she was washing, right onto him. Where will we go? Not much of anywhere left since the invasion. She slid the clip into her pocket of the khaki cargo shorts she wore.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

Same as always. Forward. He didn't care to much about the water, and he pulled a map out of the pack. Several locations were circled, and more than half of them slashed through. He pulled out a marker, and slashed another one. There were no other circles anywhere near it. I think it's time we headed out into the forest. It's the quickest way to get to the next safe location. The circles represented places he knew were safe from the invasion. We can go straight through there and make it to the next safe house....even a bitch can read a map I hope.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

Her eyes narrowed, malice darkening them. Well seems you can so I suppose a bitch can read a fuckin' map. She retorted, slinging the wet shirt into his face. From now on you can wash your own clothes, limp dick. I ain't your fuckin' bitch. She stalked off, pissed to the highest heavens.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

He rolled his eyes. Then you can cook your own god damned food. Out of the two of them, he was the better cook. He stood up as he hung up the shirt to dry, folding the map up and putting it away.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

Go fuck yourself. She hissed, drawing more water up from the well to wash off with. You'd be dead if not for me and you know it John.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

Yea and you'd be dead to Kallie. He said it flatly as he looked at her, glancing at the sky as he moved to a better position to scout from. They usually ate late, when the sky was dark so that the smoke was hidden in the sky. Some nights even that wasn't enough....and they ate raw or cold food.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

Kallie pulled her shirt over her head, keeping her back to him. She dipped a cloth in the water and wiped the sweat and grime from her body. I know I wouldn't be. She replied softly, looking at him from over her shoulder.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

He said nothing as he kept on lookout. He tried not to think about it, but sometimes all he could think about was how she looked. Not how she was a bitch. It wasn't all that surprising either. She was the only girl he was ever around. He frowned as he noticed something, being brought out of his thoughts as he raised the binoculars to his eyes. They were dusty and the glass was cracked, but they worked. He sighed and cursed to himself as he dropped to the ground, moving over to where Kallie was. Come on. We gotta go. The seekers are out in the field. They hadn't noticed them....not yet.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

Kallie felt her heart stop as he said those words. Quickly, she pulled her shirt on and grabbed her belongings. Where will we go? She asked quietly, helping remove anything tht would tip the Seekers off.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

He smoothed out the dirt over the tracks, holding his shoes in his hands as he started to walk along rocks and logs, anything but sand or grass as he looked around. Let's just get into the woods....we can plan where we go from there....if they saw us it'll be easier to get away from them. He finished packing everything up that could tip off that they'd been here, moving into the woods and pausing to make sure there weren't any seekers ahead of them, and then looking back at Kallie and nodding, gesturing for her to go on ahead.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

She walked ahead, using a limb to brush away her tracks and any he left. Her heart was in her throat but she managed to keep calm, mostly because he was with her. They quickly made it into the dense woods and she found a small clearing inside a thick patch of bushes. She crawled in and pulled him inside, thankful for the overhead coverage as the unmistakable sound of a helicopter cut through the quiet of the forest.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

He heard the helicopter but something was bugging him...he couldn't quite put his finger on it until he looked at her again...it was her shirt. She hadn't had time to grab the right one, and the current one was a bright neon color-easy to identify in the dense woods. He pulled her up against him, pressing her against the ground so that his body overshadowed hers as he pressed his hand over her mouth, waiting until the sound of the helicopter faded away, and even then he waited about five minutes before he let her up breathing out. He still wasn't relaxed, tense as he looked around for the white shirts that foretold the seekers.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

A small gasp left her as he pulled her into him and moved on top of her, hand over her mouth. If not for their current situation, she would have punched him. A bright blush krept to her cheeks as she realized she liked having his warm weight atop her. Finally, he moved off and she realized why he had done what he did. She jerked off the shirt and pulled on an army green tanktop, stuffing the yellow one into her pack. I'm sorry. She mouthed to him.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

He shook his head, mouthing out in return. It's fine. He tried to focus on something else, not wanting to look at or admit to her that he'd liked having her underneath him like that. Thinking about it just made it worse. They say there awkwardly for about ten minutes before he decided it was safe, or safe enough to talk anyway. The grove was really a good shelter, with trees hiding the clearing from sight up in the air. He stood up and looked around before he looked back down at Kallie. I'm going to go scout around....see what's around here. If you want to, you can plan where we go from here. The map's in the front pocket.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

She found herself blushing everytime she looked at him, her body heated. When he stood she nodded. I'll find the best place. Before he could leave she grabbed his hand. Be careful out there. I'll fire a shot should I need you.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

He bit his lip blushing slightly before he nodded. I will...and I'll be listening. He turned and left then, pulling out his pistol as he did. As he left all he could think of was how amazing it had felt to have her pressed underneath him.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

She watched as he left, sitting there for a moment before pulling the map out and looking it over. She looked at where he had circled, debating on the best place for them to go until something caught her eye. A small square of land set back behind the mountains. It was circled and wasn't too far to travel if they could somehow get a car. She drew a star by it and waited for John to return.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

He got back about an hour later, and he looked excited. You're never going to believe what I found. Because they hadn't known for sure how much water was in the well they hadn't bathed at all in the two weeks that they'd been staying in the farm. A lake! An actual lake! He'd pretty much forgotten what it felt like to be clean. He relaxed then and looked at her. Have you decided where we're going?
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

Kallie's eyes lit up at the prospect of a good bathing. She beamed. That's great! Holding up the map, she pointed to the starred area. Here. It's an old hunting camp that isn't used anymore. It's not even accsessible by vehicle. Though we will need a car to get there.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

He nodded at that. That'll do....we'll just need to get a hold of one of their cars. Hopefully it won't be to hard. He stood up then, holding out a hand for her to take. Come on...the lake's this way.
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

One slim eyebrow rose at his behavior. He was acting differently towards her. She took his hand, standing and brushing herself off before following him. Occasionally, their hands would brush, their hips too. Everytime it happened she blushed profusely. So how long do you think we'll have at the lake before we have to keep moving?
Thread: All That Remains... (Alexander May & MiseryChord)

He tried hard not to notice when their hands and hips brushed against one another. Probably a day or two....hopefully four or five days. Soon enough they got to the lake, and across from them a waterfall poured into the lake, a stream leading away from it and towards the ocean. It looked amazing and untouched from the invasion. Maybe they could stay here for a little while.
Thread: Lynes and Loneiy Bring You- "I Will Love You Forever"

Light. Blinding light. Darkness. She was soaring through the clouds at top speed. Reaching out her arms, she can feel the clouds. Looking up, there is nothing but sky. Looking down, there is nothing but sky. With a sigh, she smiled as her soul was at peace. Nothing could go wrong. But it did. The bright light evaporated around her like cotton candy on a hot day in a childs mouth. Darkness was swallowing her. She felt so heavy. So incredibly heavy. Gasping, she felt pain engulf her weighing her down. Flapping her arms, trying to keep in the air. Then, crashing down. Crashing, crashing. She screamed all the way down. Only she was falling in darkness. She gasped leaning up. She was in the middle of a house. Looking around, she was naked and alone. Rolling off the stone alter, she hit the ground and groaned. The floor was cold but it felt nice. Groaning, she rested her cheek against the floor. She waited. Wondering who she was, where she was, what the hell was happening. Last she could remember was blinding white light. People telling her to breath. It was hard to breathe when your lungs were filling up with some liquid. She was drowning in the middle of an ER. She sobbed with the unjustice of the feelings. Reaching out- THen she was flying. She was free from pain, sadness, anger. Standing up, she stumbled looking around. There were no mirrors in the room. It was beautiful. Looking down, she was dressed in a white nightgown. The neckline of her nightgown was down between her breasts. She looked around and ran to the door. She was not sure where she was going, but she was driven by instincts. Her fee knew where she was going. It began to rain hard on her, she was not aware she was stripped bare, washed, and clothed in a nightgown. It was soft and beautiful. But she was running down sidewalks, roads, barefoot. She stopped at a small house and bit her lip. It was raning harder. Raising her fist she knocked on teh door and panted. Elena Birches had been beautiful. Her hair was brown but streaked naturally with different colors. Her blue eyes looked at the door. Her skin was a porcelain. She stood at 5'8 and was curvy and beautiful. She swallowed and leaned to the door and began to knock knowing that whatever was inside, held the vast amounts of the answers to her questions. Hello? She said and looked up at the door and shivered. Stepping back, she looked down and away. Moving away, she looked around wondered where she was going to go. Tears rolled down her face and she chocked back a sob. Suddenly, she was incredibly hungry. So very hungry. She could hear everything, every little car horn, every animal. She shut her eyes and fell to her knees and gripped her head whimpering softly.
Thread: Life's Journey (The_Gladiator & darkangel76)

Nestled in Brandon's cloak and between his strong thighs as he continued to paddle onward and into the night, Rhonwhyn still felt a biting chill trying to settle deeply within her bones. She knew it was fear trying to take its hold, trying to consume and swallow her whole so that it could stand up and be the victor. But, she couldn't let it win. Not when she'd been assured that safety was within their grasp and so much had been done to ensure it all in the first place. Whoever this man was, he'd gone out of his way to aid her. Putting himself in harm's way, risking his life... The moment Brandon admitted his wounds and injuries, Rhonwhyn felt a pang of guilt wash over her. Though she still didn't understand what was going on or why... after all, why would Torth betray her, assuming the rumor was true? Why? She truly didn't understand how someone could do that to another, especially one who had taken vows to care for and protect that person, had gotten to know them. Rhonwhyn could feel her pale eyes prickling as tears began to well up within, threatening to spill over and stream along her cheeks. But she managed to blink them back, but only just. As she looked at Brandon, she gave him a warm smile, her hair blowing as the breezes moved and swirled over the water as he continued to paddle toward their destination. I... I can help you... a little, Rhonwhyn suggested almost timidly, her voice kind and sweet like a soft melody dancing on the wind as she whispered. Swallowing lightly, she hesitantly twisted where she sat, her hands coming about so that she could touch himin particular, his torso. Rhonwhyn's hands rested very gently against Brandon as she closed her eyes and began to mumbled words of ancient tongues. Briefly, her eyes opened and she glanced up toward the open skyno moon or stars to be seen given the cloud coverher voice rising just slightly. She was praying to Brigantia, her hands beginning to glow as an aura of soft white light emanated from them. It wasn't overly bright and they glowed, she shifted her body, the cloak she was now donning moving to cover the glow as it shone so that any onlookers would be unable to see it. Finally, Rhonwhyn's lips went still and she slowly let her hands drag away from Brandon. As she opened her eyes, she found herself looking back into his, her cheeks heating up causing her skin to tinge a pale shade of scarlet. It isn't much, Rhonwhyn admitted. But hopefully it has dulled the pain. She smiled a bit as she blushed, her hands reaching up to tug on the cloak wrapped about her slight body. She pulled it tightly, nestling deeply within so as to hide the heat she knew was residing within her cheeks. As Rhonwhyn looked at Brandon, she truly hoped she'd helped him in some small way. After all, she owed him her life. He'd saved her life, her honor. He'd helped her when no one else did or possibly could. So, it was the least she could do given the talents she'd acquired back at the temple. Given that, if this aided him, she'd be happy though she knew she'd still have to find a way to repay him for saving her... somehow.
Thread: Game Cravings

Gonna add that my fem-Snake MGS ideas is by FAR my biggest craving out of that list. Would REALLY love to do it, even if it's nothing more than fem-Snake getting forced banged time and time again.
Thread: Game Cravings

Added in a new plot that's for FF 12. Which is my biggest craving at the moment.
Thread: Game Cravings

bumping
Thread: Yuna's Repository! (FXM, FXF) (Last updated: 24/04/2013.)

Changelog 1.1 -- Added Plots Fandom and The Reliquary of The Lost. Both at 4 stars! 3
Thread: Grabbing The Bull By The Horns (Dom_Anthro x Loneiy)

Just another boring day in the office. And to make matters worse, the air conditioning somehow stopped working. So not only was it boring, it was stifling. Sitting next to her window, she shut her eyes wishing the windows would open more than a few tiny inches. Damn people that jumped out the window. Standing up in her cubicle, she checked her watch. Lunchtime. Turning to grab her purse and jacket, she walked to the elevator and pushed the down button. When the cool air hit her, Elena almost burst into tears of relief. She sighed feeling the beads of sweat on her forehead dissipate almost instantly. With a groan, leaning her head back against the cool brick of the building, she shut her eyes. When the feelings of nausea left, she began to walk down the street towards her favorite deli. Elena was a very beautiful woman. She stood about 5'6 and was curvy in all the right places. Her long brown hair reached below her shoulders as her blue eyes looked around. Today she wore a grey cotton blouse and a black and soft pink houndstooth style skirt. Her heels made a rhythmic noise as she walked down the street. Her purse was on one shoulder and her coat was held in one arm. Just another typical day.
Thread: Til death do us part (Kaliel and Setsuko)

It was spring and the birds were chirping everywhere. The college was busy with happy couples everywhere and Setsuko was the only one alone. She wandered down the hall and sighed, she walked into the class room and sat down next to her class mate and seemed a bit down. Everyone seemed to find love except her. She didn't like it, she felt very lonely ever since she arrived here. The class started and she payed attention and took down the notes. She studied literature and to pass this semester she had to write a 20 page story, she had writers block and had no idea what to write, when the class was over she walked out and sat on one of the chairs looking down a bit. Her blonde hair covering her green eyes, she wore her usual shirt and short skirt.
Thread: I know your secret

I would, but I don't do this to envision myself in these roles. Oh, well! Good luck bump for you!
Thread: I know your secret

I'll be around for the next few days so send me a message if you want to play.
Thread: I know your secret

Are you still hunting?
Thread: I know your secret

I'm be around if you'd like to play this weekend.
Thread: Bioshock Infinite Play-By-Post (and optional IM)

I would be willing to possibly play father Columbia.
Thread: Bioshock Infinite Play-By-Post (and optional IM)

I should probably have clarified that canons are not currently allowed in relation with plot development. Which will be confusing to even the initiated. Hence!
Thread: The Bite Magazine (Barbie x Loneiysong)

Roger was sitting on hand at the photo shoot. He leaned back, towards the back, waiting for the models to come in. The theme that he was trying to get with this month was classy summer. Kind of like Victorian, but modern. Something that the everyday woman could wear but the upper class. Roger was the senior in charge of wardrobe and was sending out his sketches for a good month now. The hair stylist, Francis, had been on board and returned Roger's own sketches with some accompanying sketches for the hair. Roger had no problem. Well he had one. Hayden. Hayden was the bane of Roger's existence here at The Bite Magazine. Hayden would never return his phone calls, give him non commital answers in the hall, Roger was about to loose it. When the first model came in, her hair and clothes looked fine. But the make up! Such a horrendous mess! Standing up, he stormed to the dressing room where Hayden was probably working on some poor girl wearing pastels and muted beautiful colors and slathering on some too bright, too bold colors. Roger had requested from the senior editor that maybe they could go with more nude treatments as far as make up and hair. The editor had given the go ahead. Has anyone seen HAYDEN!? Roger barked. The models were waiting for make up. Francis was there pulling hair into simple pony tails and buns and looked around. No, Roger, I have not seen her in a while. Roger threw up his hands and began to storm around looking for her. He was going to ask her very nicely to change, and then if she didn't go to the editor. But this was out of his hands now. Roger was a very handsome man. He stood 6'2 and his clothes were always perfect for the occasion. In leiu of the photo shoot today, he was wearing a simple sky blue button down shirt with white pants and brown loafers. His black hair was shaggy, but somehow looking neat. His blue eyes looked around the halls as he was in a frantic search for Hayden.