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[Shireling]

Peter didn't either. "Not Isabella, just Isabel?" He said obtusely. It was evident he wasn't exactly the small-talk sort. But after a few seconds, his expression softened.


"I'm Peter Yablonski." He sipped coffee and looked out the window. "Its a nice place you guys have got here. Like the fuckin' Mariot compared to where I've been hanging out the past few days." He sipped coffee and looked out the window as he talked with a stoic look plastered on his face.


@Soylent

 

[Soylent]

ISABEL WOLFE

Location: Ithaca College Breezeway. Mentions:

@Shireling
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Isabel grinned slightly at his comment on her name, liking his blunt and hardened disposition. Alright, old man.


She dared to ask. "Where have you been hanging out the past few days?" He was right, it was a luxury to be able to live so comfortably. They were probably some of the only survivors that really had a stable place to stay. She sipped her coffee, looking at him expectantly.

 

[McMajestic]

Harlow looked at her wolf man quizzically as he mentioned something foreign to her ears. A shower? "What is that?" she asked, sitting back down and waiting expectantly for an answer with wide eyes that stared into his with the desire to learn. What was a shower? What did it do? Did it work as some sort of cleaning agent? Was it perhaps some type of soap? Her curiosity refused to let her move from her spot as she began to come up with her answer choices, wondering if she was even close.

Although as she questioned such a word that held no identity to her, her eyes began to wander. She looked over her wolf, finding small scars on his body and definition to his muscles. His bare chest was on display and it seemed he was wearing nothing but a towel. She felt that low heat within her once more. She'd seen her brothers in only towels multiple times and yet they had never elicited such a reaction. She wondered what made Roman different, she wondered what this strange heat was, and why he was giving it to her.


She made a mental note to ask him about it later. He had thrived in a world she had never even been able to imagine, so she was sure he would know quite a bit that she wouldn't. Perhaps he could be her teacher, her mentor. Wolves were wise creatures after all; they always held the knowledge of their world close, and she was curious to learn what her wolf knew.

Location: Breezeway

Status: Confused


Tags: @Soylent

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[Shireling]

"In a boat, in Queens." He said flatly.


"New York City was a shithole before, but now? Eh. I guess it's about the same." He chuckled to himself and straightened his tie unconsciously with his free hand. His demeanor was one of comfort, but subdued alertness. He seemed to feel confident that these people weren't a threat to him, but ready to defend himself either way.


"So, did you used to go to school here?" Peter asked.

 

[Soylent]

FIRST LT. ROMAN WOLFE

Location:Ithaca College Showers Mentions:

@McMajestic
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Roman looked quizzically at the girl, completely amazed. Her simple questions about a shower raised his own complicated ones. Where did she grow up? Who had raised her? Where did she learn her morals, her opinions on gender and social norms? Harlow was a mystery. The more he learned about her, the more questions he had.


He rose, pulling the towel a little tighter around his waist, and took her hand. "I'll show you," he said nonchalantly, although his mind was buzzing with questions. Roman pulled her out of the breezeway, down the stairwell, and to another dorm building, a separate one from where the two twins and the officer were staying. They entered and he led her down the hall, right to one of the showers. Roman flicked on the lights in the large bathroom, illuminating five different shower stalls.


"This is a shower," he explained, motioning to the tile walls, the two knobs, the shower head, and the drain. "We use it to clean ourselves." Are you sure you've never seen one? He searched her eyes for any sign of recognition.

The Breezeway

The Barrier

This is what the fence looks like, but with metal poles and wooden posts. and taller.

ISABEL WOLFE

Location: Ithaca College Mentions:

@Shireling
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Isabel shook her head. "No, I used to go to the NYU School of Medicine. I was studying premed."


"Which brings your hand to my attention," she added, staring at the bandaged hand, "What happened?"

 

[McMajestic]

Harlow allowed him to lead her away. She was always following and so doing so didn't bother her one bit. In fact, it comforted her in a way, to be able to move with someone slightly in front of her, guiding her to a fixed location, taking her where she needed to go. She preferred it to having to be on her own, to having to lead. She had never been taught to do such a thing. She stood in his shadow, but she didn't mind. Shadows shielded her from the harsh rays of the sun, they kept her cool on hot days. And he held her hand, managing to keep the familiar warmth coursing through her veins even without her being completely submerged against his scent and body.

As he pointed out the showers to her she stared at them in awe, her head tilting to the side as she walked towards a stall but never stepped inside one. There was a mixture of porcelain tile and chrome and only managed to intrigue her and she looked towards Roman, even more intrigued than before. "How does it work? What does it do to clean you?" she asked him, slightly excited by the thought of not having to wash herself in a lake. This was much more intimate and seemed quite a bit cleaner.


She gently ran her fingers across the smooth tile and a smile crept across her face. She giggled at the thought of such a luxurious way to clean herself, but then a thought came to mind as she looked around and she walked up to Roman feeling wary and excited as her smile dropped. "How do you get hot water? There's no place to start a fire."

Location: Ithaca college showers

Status: Intrigued


Tags: @Soylent

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[Soylent]

FIRST LT. ROMAN WOLFE

Location:Ithaca College Showers Mentions:

@McMajestic
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Roman watched in awe as Harlow examined the shower for the first time. It was so intriguing to watch her discover this old invention, and he stared as if he was witnessing a baby bird learning to fly.


"Water comes out of there," he said, pointing to the shower head, "See these little holes? Water comes out of each one." He glanced back at her, becoming excited himself. Roman felt honored to be teaching her, even if it was something so simple like a shower. "When the water pours down on you, you use soap and hair cleaning supplies to wash yourself."


Roman smiled kindly at the girl when she grew worried. He climbed into the shower, his body nearly taking up the small space of it, and rested his fingers on the knob. "No need to start a fire. This piece right here is how you turn it on. When you twist it to the left, the shower gets hot." His voice echoed in the small compartment, and his hand mimicked what he was explaining in the air. "It starts on the right, and it's cold water. When you twist it past this red mark, it'll begin to get warm. But don't turn it all the way, because then it'll burn." Roman tried to explain how it worked as best he could, but he found it much harder to than he expected it to be.


"Does that make sense?" He leaned his forearm against the tile wall, gazing back at her.

The Breezeway

The Barrier

This is what the fence looks like, but with metal poles and wooden posts. and taller.

 

[Shireling]

"Oh that." Peter made an effort to hide his hand. "Some wacko old man in Seneca Falls stabbed me in the hand. It's fine. He didn't hit an artery or anything."


He seemed somewhat defensive. The last thing he needed was some med student prodding his hand like he was some kind of test specimen.


@Soylent

 

[McMajestic]

Harlow listened closely, her nose scrunching up in confusion as she squeezed in next to him, resting her hand on the knob but not turning it. "How is that possible? I'm confused," she admitted, slightly pressed up against him in the small space. She left her hand on the knob and then slowly began to turn it just past the red. The water turned on and poured down on the both of them, freezing at first which caused Harlow to yelp and push herself closer to Roman, but then it began to heat up, and she smiled at the soothing feeling of the warm water against her flesh, although her clothes did well to keep her from truly feeling the weight of it all. She glanced over at Roman, at this wolf man whom she trusted so much in so little time. He was teaching her things she never thought possible. She did trust him. Completely.

She turned back to the water, tilting her chin up and sticking out her tongue to catch the warm shower water against it for a moment, laughing at the feeling of automated heat before grabbing the hem of her shirt and peeling the soaked fabric off her skin revealing a plan cotton undergarment that looked mysteriously store-bought for her supposed life in the wilderness. Her mother made all their clothes- at least, that's what Harlow had always been told. She spun around under the automatic rain in a moment of bliss before sliding her jeans down her legs. They were harder to pull off but she didn't mind. She chucked them out of the shower before looking up at Roman, leaning against him under the water. "This is so nice," she whispered, closing her eyes and letting the water pour down against her face. She felt no embarrassment standing there in only her undergarments next to this man. She'd grown up around eight other men. Privacy was never something very important to them. Some things were shielded but most were not.


"Hair soap. There's cleaning supplies specifically for hair? How does that work?" she asked, looking up at him with a tender excitement in her eyes. "Do you have to do something special to it? I've always used a crunched up formula of berries and sap. Mother always made it for us. It did everything. I didn't know there was such a thing as soap specifically for hair." The pitch in her voice lightened with excitement and she smiled up at him, alive with the thoughts of something new and unheard of just inside of her wolf's mind.

Location: Ithaca college showers

Status: Excited


Tags: @Soylent

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[Honourable Louse]

“It’s just me. Looking to stock up, like I said.” Almost as soon as it left her mouth she realized her mistake in admitting she was alone. Ryan, as she now knew to call him, was certain acting friendly, but it was going to take more than pointing the gun away and taking off that strange mask for her to trust him.


Especially the way his friend was behaving. Jamison, was it? She eyed him warily as she pushed herself to a sitting position, noting how he held back and nervously reached for his gun. Paranoia wasn’t uncommon these days, to be sure, but she felt these two were taking it a little far.


“I’m… from around here. The city.” Better, this time, she’d remembered to keep it vague. Don’t tell the men with guns you’re from a pricey neighborhood. Although she supposed that bit of survival knowledge was a little outdated now, it didn’t hurt to be careful. Especially since they still hadn’t let her off the floor, or at least they hadn’t explicitly said she could get up now, and after their earlier display she wasn’t going to try their restraint.


“I really can’t stay, though.” She just wanted to get away from this pair as soon as she could. She’d find supplies somewhere else, and get back to looking for- wait, Ryan had mentioned a base, somewhere the military was holding out. In Ithaca, had he said? It was a bit of a walk, but if it was true…


“Hey, that base you were talking about,” she changed subjects suddenly, not really caring if they found it odd, “do you think they might’ve brought other survivors there? Like a… an evacuation?”


@LoneSniper87 @KingHalliwell

 

[DeadnotSleeping]

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Charles William Faulkner


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The man had to stop numerous times, more than once to hide; it took quite an effort to move quietly, and he was starting to get dizzy already. Sometimes he would have sworn that he heard gunshots, or something very similar, but by the time his head cleared up, the sound ebbed away in the dead silence of the city. He wasn’t sure that it was real or only the creation of his imagination – he was hoping for human interaction so much…


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He had to stop again, in a deserted playground. He should have eaten. But he didn’t have enough reserves now, and he thought that the water would be enough. Maybe that was the problem. Or the heat, which poured down at New York without mercy.


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Chie had to lean on a rusty swing set, keeping an eye on his environment the best he could. He reached back for one water pouch, but his movement was cut short when he registered what is he seeing in the dust, not too far away.


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It was his daughter’s favourite doll…


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…no. No way it was really hers, but by the time he realized this, he was already kneeling next to the toy. It was a princess doll, dressed in silver and blue, but the clothes in tatters, and the toy was stained with blood…


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The man swallowed, and carefully put down the toy, covering it with thick dust.


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This was not his daughter’s doll, he should have been sure of that. After all, in last year, this was the most popular children’s animation movie, and the princess was surely the favourite of millions of children.


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Chie’s hand was still shaking. A little girl lost a toy. And he knew too damned well how might that happened.


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The doll lost her little lady…


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God damn it.


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The man sat there for a little while, covering his face instinctively. Not like anyone would have seen him cry… not even the monsters. He was quiet, after all… He needed a long time to calm down again; he swallowed back the crying with much difficulty, and slowly stood up, taking the water after all.


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He needs company. Before he irrevocably goes mad…


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[Soylent]

FIRST LT. ROMAN WOLFE

Location:Ithaca College Showers Mentions:

@McMajestic
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Roman's eyes widened as she jumped in the small compartment with him, unable to avoid the way their bodies brushed together. He towered over her, looking over the tops of her shoulders as she played with the knob, beginning to explain the process of the water being heated and sent through pipes when cold water sprayed onto his scalp. His cry bounced against the tiles and his shoulders fell back against the cold wall of the shower as Harlow jumped into him, goosebumps erupting on his skin.


He was about to tell her to shut it off, that people took showers naked, when she peeled her wet shirt off of her torso. Roman couldn't help but roam her exposed skin as she turned away from him. She was beautiful. Her skin was a lovely pale color, and the water droplets only made it sparkle. He watched the way her shoulder blades looked like angel's wings as she moved her arms, the curve of her back strong and enticing. And her neck, the immaculate arch of it, yearned to be marked by his teeth. Roman clenched his jaw and grabbed the top of his towel, which was growing extremely heavy as the water saturated it. Control yourself, Wolfe.


The inevitable happened when she lost her pants, revealing her long, slim legs. Fuck. The towel threatened to fall down his body under its weight, and Roman clenched it up, his other hand over his lower area, trying to hide his- No. She was coming closer, practically leaning on him, and Roman pressed his back into the searing-cold tile, his eyes desperate. He suddenly felt suffocated in the small shower, and cursed the architects for designing it to be so compact. The warm water didn't help. It stimulated every inch of him, magnifying every single touch they shared. It ran over his hairline, between his eyes, over his lips. It tickled his neck, pattered on his chest, descended into the lower area of his figure.


If she knew how she was affecting him, his body, she'd never trust him again. This was wrong.


"Shampoo," he stammered, thanking God for her undergarments, "We use Shampoo and Conditioner." He stared down at this girl, this smiling girl who was almost 9 years younger than him, and groaned internally. She truly was a sight to behold. "I prefer cold showers," he stuttered, moving his hand past her, his forearm brushing against her bare shoulder as he turned the water colder.


Roman then pushed her towards the shower head and out of its range so he could rinse in the icy stream without giving her a cold.

The Breezeway

The Barrier

This is what the fence looks like, but with metal poles and wooden posts. and taller.

ISABEL WOLFE

Location: Ithaca College Mentions:

@Shireling
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Isabel laughed at his sudden coldness, and took a sip from her coffee. "Don't worry, it looks like you patched it up pretty well. I'm just intrigued about the survivors in Seneca Falls."


This was the first time hearing about more survivors in the area. "What were they like? Why did one of them stab you? Do you think we could become allies or something?"


Isabel ran questions off to the man, unable to hide her intrigue.

 

[r e i]

Rena Frost - Location: Ithaca College. 4 hours from NYC - Mentions:

@Soylent @Shireling

no slide no slide no slide no slide no slide


Rena grins and nods at Isabel. She sure will try harder, this girl is something else. She grabbed her stuff and Luna did so as well and followed the girl to a room where they could see the breezeway and smiled "It's perfect." She breathed out and sat on the bed and lay down. She was listening to Isabel but she was so tired that she immeditly fell asleep. She was sure that Luna will fill her in later on what was said as she fell asleep.


~ T I M E ~ S K I P ~


Rena woke up and yawns as she sees that someone covered her with a blanket and smiled. It must have been Luna who probably didn't sleep all night. She sighs as she walks towards the door and opens it looking left and right slowly stepping out into the hallway. She looked outside when she found a window and saw a breezeway. Rena shrugs thinking her sister would be there and walks to the breezeway. She walked into what look to be a outside the breezeway room. She sees Isabel and a guy. She yawns again messing up her hair while saying "Hey Hottie, and hey dude I don't know. Is that coffee?"


She rushed forward grabbing a cup and pouring herself some coffee drinking it immediately and moaning at the taste. "I haven't had coffee for 5 months. " She kept drinking the coffee and remembers something that she needed to do and smirks to Isabel. "How about this one Isabel, You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall… is in love with me." She was smirking the whole time saying the pickup line. She knew that there was no way she could have heard that one. She was going to win this one

no slide no slide

 

[Shireling]

"Well, I docked on the canalway and went to loot the town, thinking it was empty." Peter began. "An older man was at the convenience store. I went to pay for some supplies and he stabbed me, I swear I didn't threaten him."


Peter seemed more surprised than anything else that they would try to attack him.


"I ran back to the dock and they had burned my boat. I heard a couple of them shouting at me, calling me a foreigner and saying I wasn't welcome. Which was fine by me. I wasn't there to stay anyways. One thing I can say, they're certainly hostile."


He finished his coffee and tossed the cup into a nearby waste bin.


"I don't think they're keen to move though. I can only wonder how they've survived this long, except by shooting everyone that comes into town."


He seemed to relax a little more with the threat of medical treatment abated.


Then another person burst in. He had never seen her before, and merely averted her case and said nothing.


@Soylent @P r i n c e

 

[Elephantom]

Pete Macon


"Ah, Mr. Louis. I see you're having a firearm deficiency, greater than most American citizens. Let me do the honours of providing you with a proper form of self-defence. It's the least I can do for the courtesy you've provided to me."


He said with a subtly fancy tone, before bowing in the most slightest. He then, struggled with his backpack, before pulling it off, and gently laying it down into the ground, although not much effort were needed, he still found it to be quite the chore. Thirty years passed, and his loathsome attitude towards backpacks still hadn't dissipated, although he was making progress, miniscule progress. Microscopic progress. Something that had little relevance to actual progress.


He opened the backpack, before shuffling its contents in an attempt to find his revolver. Safe to say, he often found himself unable to keep his personal belongings organized. Nevertheless, he found the weaponry he a was looking for, before proceeding to undo the opening he had done to the knapsack. He grunted in utter annoyance, before effortlessly pulling up the backpack, and slinging it over his individual shoulders. From the look of his eyes, one could easily guess that he was fervently trying to escape from the hands of backpacks all over the world.


He forced the revolver onto Louis' chest, before looking over at the supposed direction from where the gunshot came from, analysing the surrounding environment with an intensely loose vigour. Apparently, he had absolutely little to no interest in scoping the lands, however, it still looked cool. Like he was doing a really good job. He didn't really possess of a keen eye either.


"Well, Mr. Louis. We better not waste all these precious, precious time delving in matters totally useless to our current objective. Washington wasn't deterred by the Delaware, Louis. And we too, will not, and never, get deterred by the long road to the devilish skyscraper. May whatever God you worship be with us. Lead the way, Louis!"


He loudly stated, before mumbling some other incoherent sentences, which was probably about the elimination of stairs, or something similar.


@Surantum

 

[DeadnotSleeping]

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Louis Colberton


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Laughter tickled Louis’ throat at the continued display of absolute politeness and cordial helpfulness. It was so unrealistic in the midst of the world’s end; so endlessly ridiculous and somehow still warm. It felt wonderful.


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And then came the gift which confused and elevated him at the same time, the revolver.


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It was almost incomprehensible. Giving a firearm to someone else in the end of the world; a gesture of trust and friendship, and Louis smiled. No matter how he hated firearms, he grabbed the weapon thrusted to his chest, taking the offered weapon cautiously. He knew enough about it to check if the safety is on, and he carefully turned the barrel towards the ground.


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“I may summon your justified wrath, Mr. Pete, but I am, for my deepest dismay, utterly useless with a firearm; no matter how dignified a weapon is this, in my hand, a headless axe would mean more. I am deeply ashamed, but I better admit it; I might be able to shoot a wide barn, but not a small head…”


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His attention wandered as he realized he is seeing flashes truthfully, and bowed for a moment, with an apologetic smile.


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“And forgive me, but I think these lights are a message; they demand some of my attention. Let me try and decipher them” he said, with an elegant gesture of his free hand.


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He didn’t have any difficulties, in fact, even if he first caught the end of the message. He smiled.


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<p>


“I respectfully have to correct your assessment, Mr. Pete. At least one soul here shows intelligence. This is Morse. Same as I’ve used before for my own signals. And they are in trouble. I suggest we take up the roles of the saviours. They said they are trapped; the exits are blocked, and the place is swarmed with switchers. And, as deeply I agree with your woes about the stairs, I’m afraid they are right at the top. Which means the stairs are indeed conspiring against us, surviving humans.”


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He took the weapon on his palms, carefully, and handed it back, like he was offering it on a silver tray.


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<p>


“Mr. Pete, while I’m eternally grateful for your kind gift, I insist you take it back. While I am honoured by your thoughtfulness and cordiality, I won’t risk harming you unintentionally. Firearms tend to only obey to those who are trained to use them. Evidently, my good sir, you are one of the rightful masters; I am, however, sadly not. I would rather take up a sword to fight, so I would only harm those who deserve it. May I suggest coming up with a suitable plan while we valiantly fight with the distance?”


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Louis was thinking deeply, while leading the other as quietly as possible towards their aim.


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“I propose to create some kind of distraction so we could lure away the monsters swarming the castle of our distressed kin. Maybe resounding some car alarms…”


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@Elephantom


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[McMajestic]

Harlow noticed the way he pushed her back and frowned slightly. Of course, something had felt... off with him before he had managed to get her completely away. "But I really want a warm shower," she told him with a slight pout to her lip. It wasn't intentional but then again she was completely unaware of what his reaction to her body meant. She'd never experienced physical attraction before and she'd never seen anybody else experiencing it either. She was so innocent to the true cruelties and desires of the world. "I always had to have cold baths in the lakes." She frowned slightly. He had pushed her so far away. Was it something she did? Was her ignorance annoying him?

"Are you okay?" she asked, taking a step forward. The cold water stung her skin and she flinched but reached out a hand to rest against his face. She noticed one of his hands was positioned rather low and he seemed horribly flustered. "What happened?" Her finger tips brushed against his hair as she looked up at him, disliking the cold water but knowing he wanted it. She wouldn't deny him. Ever. This was what he wanted and so she would try not to complain even as she shivered under the cold liquid that dripped down her body, soaking her hair and sticking it to the sides of her face and neck, slightly blocking her vision as it halfway covered her left eye.


"Did I hurt you?" She supposed that could have been it. Maybe when she had moved against him she had moved too quickly. She was well aware that was a sensitive sport for men. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Roman, I didn't mean to," she whispered, hanging her head in shame , staring down at the tile floor and squeezing her eyes shut. I deserve to be punished. I made him uncomfortable- I hurt him. Harlow couldn't even look up. All she could see was his feet and at this point she was glad for that. She didn't want to have to face him- especially if once again she had caused him pain.

Location: Ithaca campus showers

Status: Guilty but clean


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[PsychoticOne]

Location: Albany, NY

• Riley

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  So it looks like Tristan will be attempting to distract the girl. At least that's what Riley thinks he'll do. For now, Riley should just look around the parking lot for a usable car. At the same time, he should be keeping track of Tristan. The girl could have 'friends' around. Hopefully Riley won't have to ditch Tristan. He honestly doesn't even want to. After all, they did something pretty badass together.
  
  
  While Tristan was gonna have a 'little talk' with the girl, Riley would sneak from car to car. Tristan's injury might trick the girl to giving him sympathy. Cars with the windows open, Riley would loot. It was too risky to be smashing glass when a possible dangerous person is right in front of your partner.
  
  
  Out of all the supplies Riley has looted, he's only taken a small amount of them. The people he and Tristan killed didn't really have guns or ammo. The food and water were nice, but Riley couldn't carry all the weight. Everything else they had were junk. However, the pharmacy had some good shit. Hopefully these cars has some things that Riley could fine useful.
  
  
  

@Lonelytaco

 

[Soylent]

FIRST LT. ROMAN WOLFE

Location:Ithaca College Showers Mentions:

@McMajestic
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The icy water rid Roman of his animalistic and innate human feeling, leaving him ashamed and concerned about Harlow's feelings. Goosebumps erected, lining his flesh. As she pressed her hand to his cheek, he noticed that the touch didn't stimulate his senses the same way, and he was relieved. Roman shook his head, the water splashing as it hit his twisting cranium, and denied her questions. "I'm okay," he said, the cold water bringing a slight tremble to his voice, "Nothing happened."


Even though Roman no longer felt as he did in the warm water, he still had the capability and common sense to admire her beauty. Even when her hair was soaked, it still kept a luscious characteristic to it. He liked the way it clung to her skin, suctioning to her cheeks and long neck. She was beautiful, and Roman found himself staring in utter innocence.


"No, you didn't hurt me," he chuckled softly, the shower magnifying the fondness in his voice, "You didn't hurt me at all." Roman used the hand that wasn't securing his towel and placed a forefinger under her chin, raising it so he could see her face. "Don't be sorry," he told her gently, "Nothing happened."


With that, Roman removed his hand from her chin and wrapped his arm around her neck loosely, pulling her into an embrace. Only their chests touched, but it still warmed the Lieutenant under the water.


"See, bunny? Nothing."

The Breezeway

The Barrier

This is what the fence looks like, but with metal poles and wooden posts. and taller.

ISABEL WOLFE

Location: Ithaca College Mentions:

@Shireling @P r i n c e
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"Huh." Isabel shrugged, instantly turned off by the fact that the other survivors had treated Peter so violently. Perhaps she'd warn Roman to stay away from them. They sounded like dangerous lunatics, and Isabel had no taste for that. She'd make sure that they didn't somehow make their way up to Ithaca, too.


When Rena entered the Breezeway, Isabel gave her a warm greeting. "Morning! Yeah, there's coffee right over there."


Isabel looked at Peter, about to introduce them when the girl pulled out a pickup line. The Wolfe sibling smirked at the line, raising one eyebrow. "Alright, that one was okay. I've heard better," she joked, before motioning to Peter.


"This is Peter Yaponski. Yupenski? Yablonski. A fine name." Isabel toyed around with his name, trying to slightly annoy the man, before motioning to Rena. "And Peter, this is Rena Frost. Her sister Luna should be around here somewhere."

 

[Shireling]

"I don't know my own damn name, I'm just some retarded Pollack." Peter quipped in a dead-pan voice that may or may not have conveyed humor.


He studied Rena momentarily. Another young woman, of somewhat murky ethnic origin to Peter. She was either hitting on Isabel or that was the way young girls talked nowadays. He didn't really know. He crossed his arms and uttered a simple, guttural, "Morning."


@Soylent @P r i n c e

 

[McMajestic]

Harlow looked her wolf man over cautiously, resting her hands on his chest and letting them slide down over his rib cage, pressing on it gently as if to see if it would cause him any sort of discomfort, and then her eyes locked on the soaked towel. "Tell me what happened. I... I feel so stupid. Would a girl who grew up in the city know? Of course she would." Harlow closed her eyes, pressing the side of her face to his chest. "She would know how a shower works, wouldn't she? Don't say nothing happened, my wolf," she whispered, leaning heavily against him until almost all of her body weight was his to hold up. Her arm reached out and made the water hot once more, hating the cool shivers that were tingling all over her skin.

She moved away from Roman a bit, grabbing for a bottle on the meager shelving. Shampoo. She cupped her hand, letting the gooey liquid pour out onto it. Some of it drooled from her hand and her nose scrunched up in disgust. This didn't look like something she'd want in her hair, but Roman had said shampoo was a hair cleaner. She looked up at him, at the water droplets that dripped from his hair, his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, his chin, down his chest, soaking him. There was that heat again. Harlow listened for his answer as she reached up and let the shampoo drop into his hair, beginning to lather it in for him. She had to see for herself on somebody else if this was truly a product worth using.


As she rubbed it into his hair it began to bubble and foam, and she stared in awe at the white suds that covered his dark hair, before taking a handful of it into her own hands and breathing in its scent. It smelt like coconut and something pristine. She wiggled her nose as the soapy foam pressed against her face, leaving a great deal of it against the bottom half of her face. She looked up at Roman, not completely aware of it, and waited for an answer.

Location: Ithaca campus showers

Status: Clean and turned on


Tags: @Soylent

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[Soylent]

FIRST LT. ROMAN WOLFE

Location:Ithaca College Showers Mentions:

@McMajestic
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Roman couldn't believe her. He couldn't believe himself. He was in a state of denial, a state of panic - because every time she spoke, every time she talked to him in her innocent voice, he found her undeniably attractive. And as much as he hated himself for it, he loved the way he melted in her hands. The hands that trailed their way down the wet skin of his abdominals, the curious hands that touched his cheek and barely brushed against his bottom lip. The way she asked about his carnal feelings so innocently left him breathless. If only he could show her. Roman wanted to push her against the cold wall of the shower and imbibe her. He wanted to growl against her lips ravenously, like the wolf she thought he was. He wanted to claw at the pale skin of her back and leave his red scratch marks all over her sharp shoulder blades. Most of all, Roman wanted to take away her innocence.


But all he could do was watch the girl, and he breathed both a sigh of relief and frustration as she moved away. He watched her with intrigue; he watched her with appetite. Roman didn't realize the water had been turned warm again until the shampoo had been rubbed into his hair, his eyelids lowering over his dark orbs. He didn't realize that it had happened until it was too late.


He had moved forward in silence to wipe the excess foam off of her face, unaware of his state until they were pressed together in the tight confines of the shower.

The Breezeway

The Barrier

This is what the fence looks like, but with metal poles and wooden posts. and taller.

 

[McMajestic]

Harlow felt him move against her, felt the heat between them grow far greater than the steam of the shower, and in that instant she wanted to be closer, but she wasn't sure how. There was no more air between them and so she settled for pressing herself against him as a bunny pressed itself into its burrow, before she felt something odd. It was the slightest obstruction that seemed to become more and more noticeable, but rather than backing away from fear or beginning to panic, Harlow wrapped her arms around Roman's neck, forcing him to stay against her. It was happening again- whatever had caused him to push her away before. At least, she thought so. She wasn't afraid of it, of whatever was happening, because she trusted Roman, her wolf man, but she was curious.

One arm slung around his neck tightly and the other moved to his towel, grabbing the part that was knotted together to hold it up. "Roman, my wolf, tell me what's wrong. I can see it in those dark eyes. They lighten when you're... scared? Are you scared? Is this what it is? Tell me. Don't leave me feeling so stupid," she pleaded, her eyes dark with worry for her wolf as her fingers tightened against the towel so that way he could not move her hand away- so he could not move her away. She would never try to violate him, to make him uncomfortable, to do something he didn't appreciate, but in the same token she did not want to left in the dark. She was ignorant but that was no reason to keep her out. She wanted to learn- was desperate to do so, even.


She couldn't be quite sure but she thought it might have something to do with her. Maybe her touch? Maybe she should let him go? But he didn't look like he was in pain, he just looked to be feeling some sort of discomfort, and she needed to know what it was. If it took holding him there until he told her then she would do it. She needed to know now so whatever she was doing wrong she wouldn't do later.

Location: Ithaca campus showers

Status: Determined/Desperate


Tags: @Soylent

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[LoneSniper87]

(Sorry for the late response @Honourable Louse, and i gave the wrong name he is Logan derp.) Logan motions for Sarah to stand, "i haven't heard from the base in awhile, but that could be just my radio. And i swear i will not hurt you unless you attack us with intent to kill, ok? Im with the U.S. military, that is below my standards to attack you unprovoked or try to loot you." He takes the R5 sling off his shoulder and drops it at his feet, them kicking it out of reach of both of them. "Sarah im not a bandit. Im a survivor like you. About 4 months ago i lost my brother at an encampment in Manhattan to Switchers, i lost my father when i was 17, my brother would've turned 29 last week."


Logan trys to not break down in front of her, his face calm but eyes are pained with retelling his story. "I have both of thier dogtags in my pocket to remember them. I could've killed you, looted your corpse, i could've done a lot of things to you. But i'm choosing to help as many as i can, for my brother and myself. I would usually walk away from situations like these, but im done walking. I'm standing up for once." He stops talking. Logan puts his hand in a pocket, tossing her the dog tags. "Ryan Walker, my brother, Elias Walker, my father. Both died in the line if service helping others, i dont intend on dying being a self-centered bastard." @Honourable Louse @KingHalliwell

 

[Soylent]

FIRST LT. ROMAN WOLFE

Location:Ithaca College Showers Mentions:

@McMajestic
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Roman had been about to jump out of the shower. He had readied himself, tightened his grip around the fabric that covered him, when her long limbs trapped him. Everything changed when she pulled their bodies even tighter against each other, his soaked towel and pelvic bone pressing against hers. Roman's eyelids fluttered quickly, his lips parted in arousal, his chest became labored with his breathing, and as she held the towel up for him, he released it.


A deep groan was stifled and transformed into a guttural growl as Roman used his body to press Harlow's against the wall of the shower, fitting one of his legs between her thighs. He braced his hands on the tile just above her head, the towel being held up between their connected hips, his muscular torso looming over her lean one. His neck arched to avoid the shower head, and he gazed down at her with lustful eyes.


No, nothing was wrong. Yes, he was afraid. Roman was afraid that he'd frighten the girl, that she'd run off. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to describe what he was feeling. The one thing Roman was sure of was his self control, his respect for consent. It seemed that Harlow still wanted him to be close despite what she felt. He decided to test the waters, ready to pull back if she asked.


"Tell me, Harlow," he said softly, a slight tremor in his voice, "How does this feel?" Roman lowered his lips to the length of her neck and sucked on the pale flesh, the muscles in his back bulging and straining due to the position of his hands on the wall above them.

The Breezeway

The Barrier

This is what the fence looks like, but with metal poles and wooden posts. and taller.