The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)
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				Title: <strong>The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 09:49:07</strong>
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				Even before the apocalyptic events that had changed the world, Hope Springs (http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6053/6263367426_b8e6ecd1a4_z.jpg) had been a tiny dried up town set in the middle of nowhere. The outbreak of nuclear war had done little to change this fact, or much of anything else for the town's citizens. The only real differences in their day to day lives were that they now had to live without electricity, didn't have to worry about people stopping by to ask for directions, and had to conserve their water as much as possible. Though even water conservation wasn't as difficult as it first seemed. Thanks to the water recycling tanks that Old Man Hicks had built before he finally died of, you guessed it, old age. <br><br>Thus far even raiders hadn't been a problem for Hope Springs, given that they had never once been hit by the savages. The idea of a raider attack was still feared of course, they'd all heard the stories, but it had become more of a 'boogie man' than a realistic fear. Given that the town only had a population of 26 people it was the general consensus that no raiders would be interested in such a small target. <br><br>Of course they still kept up a watch for raiders. This watch consisted of a single young man or woman posted on top of what was once the town's bright red general store, and now was it's fading pink meeting hall, with a pair of binoculars, and a hand operated air raid siren. <br><br><hr>Today this 'great responsibility' had been placed squarely on the shoulders of a lazy 19 year old named Richie. To say that Richie wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed wouldn't really be doing him justice. He wasn't particularly stupid, but nor was he outstandingly intelligent. This meant that while he wasn't quite bright enough to keep himself entertained with his thoughts he also wasn't dumb enough to simply sit there without a thought in his head. <br><br>And so, as the hours of his watch passed and the hot sun in the clear sky cooked the earth as it always did. Richie grew bored. Not even the appearance of of single woman on motorcycle, which Richie had utterly failed to notify the town of, was enough to break his boredom after it became apparent that the woman wasn't looking for a fight. Slowly his thoughts of boredom turned to thoughts of Maria Smith, one of the other members of the town who also happened to be near his age. Richie absentmindedly daydreamed of what would happen if 'big bad raiders' ever attacked.<br><br>In his mind's eye he could see the raiders pulling into town as all the other townsfolk trembled in fear, he saw himself rushing into the meeting hall and grabbing one of the town's few guns, he saw one raider pulling Maria away from her family, he saw himself line up the shot and kill the raider dead, he saw himself moving too fast for his enemies to react, taking shot after shot from behind cover until the savages finally fled.<br><br>Next he saw Maria rush over to him with gratitude, he saw himself take her in his arms and kiss her deeply, then he began to see all the things that he and his new lover would do behind closed doors...<br><br>As these thoughts passed through his mind Richie was so absorbed in them that he almost missed the large cloud of smoke gathering on the horizon. As he saw it he pulled his mind away from it's fantasy and reached for the binoculars, more curious than anything else. After a few seconds of fumbling with their zoom dial he was able to get his target in focus. And what he saw terrified him to his very core!<br><br>On the horizon, approaching very fast, were several vehicles. Precious seconds passed as Richie did his best to get a better view of the incoming vehicles.<br><br>"Oh fuck" he whispered to himself as he recognized them for what the were...Raiders.<br><br>As his mind put together exactly what this meant Richie didn't get up from his seat and make a mad dash to the guns in the meeting hall&nbsp; and he didn't suddenly become a hero who had been hidden behind the disguise of a simple boy from a small town. What he did do, was make water in his pants and several seconds later reach out a shaking hand, grab the crank of the air raid siren, and begin to work the device for all he was worth.<br><br><hr><br>A low, almost mournful wailing siren could be heard throughout Hope Springs. It was the town's air raid siren, and it meant only one thing...Raiders had come to Hope Springs<br><br><hr><br>The engine of Big Tim's Gran Torino roared beneath it's hood as he drove the car across the barren wastes in the direction of Hope Springs. As the wind whipped past his face and through his hair he couldn't help but smile. Life was good! He and his crew were moving in on a nice easy target that they'd managed to find just as they were running low on 'toys.' <br><br>Ricky, the expert scout that he was, had staked out the town without ever being noticed and had reported that they were defenseless and just ripe for the picking. If things went as smoothly as Tim expected them to he'd have to remember to congratulate Ricky on a damn fine job!<br><br>As the town slowly grew larger in Tim's field of view he reached over to the dashboard of his car and flicked on the radio that he had there. He'd made sure that every member of The Coyotes had some sort of radio equipment that could broadcast to each other so that it would be easy to always keep in contact and it was times like this that such forethought paid off. "Alright" he said into the radio's microphone "just like we talked earlier, I want us to hit them fast and hard. Don't take any shit from any of them but don't kill them all either...we want captives and we want survivors so that we can come back and hit this place up for supplies again some time." <br><br>With that said Tim flicked the mic off again and focused on driving, it wouldn't be more than a minute or two before they pulled into the town...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 11:12:05</strong>
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				"You heard the man boys. Any of you get <strong>too</strong> trigger happy, you'll be answering to my fists when this is done. Smash and grab. Not open slaughter. " He said into the Radio. <br><br>The massive armored bus was rolling along at the end of the line. It was a strategic choice. The bus's size and armor made it all but impervious to small arms fire. It's size allowed it to block off potential escape routes. Usually once the raiders were in the town, Dom parked the bus in such a way that it blocked off escape, and in a worst case scenario provided a heavily defendable position for the Coyotes to fall back to. <br><br>A few other Coyotes were in the bus with him, and he saw one in his rearview mirror tap the ashes from his cigarette on to the floor. Staring hard at him through the mirror, Dom said"So help me, if you don't sweep that shit up off my floor right now you'll be licking it up before you set foot in that town. "<br><br>The Raider shot Dom a defiant look for all of three tenths of a second before he remembered who he was dealing with, and sheepishly looked down. Then he rose shakily as the bus jostled along the terrain and went to find something to clean his mess, tiny though it may be. <br><br>With an indignant 'hmph', Dom fixed his attention on the road ahead. It was just about showtime, and he was ready to fight and fuck. The order in which these things happened would depend on how much resistance the locals put up. 
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				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 12:19:14</strong>
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				V looked up from some medical records when she heard the long, low whine of the air raid siren... ground raid siren... whatever. It meant that raiders were on the way to the town.<br><br>She knew that she didn't have much time before the raiders pulled into town, so she knelt down, opened her bottom desk drawer, and went to the very back of her files; pressed up against the back of the drawer was a pistol. V took it from the drawer, and pulled back the slide. She only had the one clip, so she would need a little more protection.<br><br>The doctor jogged out of her home and office (House 2) and across the street to the town meeting hall, where she figured that most of the townspeople would be gathering. She shouted to Richie over the noise of the siren, <strong>"Which direction are they coming from?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 12:30:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/nokia-n8/auto-assault-girl.jpg)<strong><br>Kriss (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)<br>Hiding behind rusty barrels,<br>at the back of the houses<br></strong><br><hr></div>Some days are not worth waking up. Unfortunately, you rarely know it before it is too late. And today was one of those for Kriss the She-Wolf. Not that she would have had much a choice to stay in her hammock as the Black Eagles' chief had ordered her to scout for new potential places to raid.<br><br>Following her instincts and relishing the wind in her black mane as she drove her old, patched-up, boosted Suzuki bike along the desert roads. She loved the feeling of the bike humming between her strong thighs as she sped away at high speed. Speed was exhilarating. She had boosted the engine in such a way that her bike was probably the fastest vehicle of the World, or at least of her world.<br><br>But suddenly, everything had begun to fall apart. Her engine began to overheat. A quick inspection showed that the radiator tank had been leaking and was now almost empty. Kriss had fixed the leak as best as she could and refilled the tank with water from her canteen but she knew it would not be enough to drive back to the Black Eagle's camp. She needed to find water in large quantities. In the middle of the desert, it was not going to be easy.<br><br>Unless... Yes, there seemed to be a faint bit of smoke in the shimmering distance. Probably a village. That meant there was water, if only her bike would allow her to go that far. Driving at low speed, she headed for the village.<br><br>As she slowly approached it, she realised it was very small indeed. She noticed the look-out on top of one the biggest buildings. Automatically, she checked that the bike chain wrapped around her waist would uncoil without jolt and the big knife hanging from her belt would unsheath easily. In a holster on the side of her bike was a crossbow, loaded and ready to fire in case of need. If all went well she would not need them. She always tried to avoid fighting when possible, preferring ruse and speed to force. But today, speed was not going to help her...<br><br>As she entered the village, she smiled at the young look-out guy and waved at him. It was not the day to bully around. She needed to fill her canteen, get a jerrycan of water and then she would zoom away. Maybe, if the villagers helped her, she would not report their location to the Black Eagles.<br><br>She parked her bike in the shadow of the main house, taking care to head it towards the main road so that she could run away immediately in case of need. She climbed down the bike, her boots creaking on the sizzling desert ground. She took her crossbow and walked toward the entrance on the main road.<br><br>That was when the siren tore the silence away. Kriss was used to hear that sound, but usually it meant that she, and her gang, were arriving. Today, it suddenly had an entirely different signification. As she looked down the main street, she saw the dust cloud that was signalling the approach of fast-moving vehicles.<br><br><strong>"Shit! And shit! And shit!"</strong> she cursed. There was little time to think. Staying here was out of question. If she drove far enough, the raider would not see her and would concentrate on the village. But when she tried to kick her bike on, the engine refused to start. She knew that insisting would only make it burn.<br><br>The noise coming from the raiders could now be heard, approaching fast. Kriss pushed the bike behind the house that was just next to the town hall. There were heaps of old tires there, which allowed her to hide the precious bike under. And then she hid herself a little farther, crouching behind a few rusty barrels. She uncoiled the bike chain from her waist, holding it in her right hand, and removed the security from her makeshift crossbow. About 20 bolts were in a sheath against her left thigh but she doubted she would have time to fire more than two or three. Still, they were deadly weapons that could pierce through a man's body when fired from close quarter, and could kill or maim someone 100 feet away.<br><br>However, her plan was to remain hidden unless discovered, and then to sell her life at the highest price. Falling alive in the raiders' hands was out of question. The raiders were rushing in the little village now. Kriss felt her heart beat slowing a little, now that the action was opened.
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				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 16:08:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)<br>On Dom's bus<br></strong><br><hr></div><br>The shrill mournful wail of the siren sent Sara's heart plumetting to the pits of her knotted stomach. The warning signal was a mere prelude to the sadistic symphony of bloody screams and utter fucking chaos that would follow. She had been here before - more times then she cared to remember. Only this time her place wasn't riding alongside her brother, but crammed in with the slaves occupying the communal area of Dom's bus. The petite khaki clad woman sat hunched, every muscle taut, as if able to think herself out of the attack. Her furrowed brow fell into her tightly cupped hand as the engines of the raider vehicle jolted forward.<br><br>The potent cocktail of cigarette smoke, booze and vinegary filth reached her nostrils long before she looked up to see a pissed off Coyote throwing a tattooed arm over her shoulder to reach into her jostled pile of notebooks and tightly rolled maps to lay claim to her latest work. She watched in curiosity and rising fury as the raider unceremoniously unfurled the delicate hand drawn map of the territories covered by the Coyotes over the past six months with his calloused sausage fingers. A breath shot into the back of her lungs as the map-thief hunched low and began shoveling smeared ash from the ground onto her work. <br><br>"<strong>No!</strong>" She blurted reflexively, half standing up to bash her head on the bus bunk and topple back on her ass.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 16:30:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)</div>Korryn had arrived in Hope Springs a little under a week before. Luckily for her, one of the families of the town had a spare cot they let her use. It was nice to be someone that felt some what familiar to her. Shortly after leaving her prior home, she'd quickly realized that trying to survive in the dusty wastes was not something she had been taught very well how to do. But she had packed well enough to make the two day trip from her starting point.<br><br>She had only just pulled on her clothes for the day; a deep, forest green, long sleeved shirt, and a denim jacket that had been made into a very by cutting off the sleeves. The vest was worn in many places, but it was hard to find clothes that weren't. Some jeans and some boots efficiently covered the rest of her body, and she was lacing her boots when she heard the low cry of the siren. It was a sound that made her blood suddenly turn cold.<br><br>Mr. Wilotson, the man of the house she was staying at suddenly rushed in with her wife. "Under the bed." He told her before he looked to Korryn. He grabbed her in a paniced matter, pushing her towards the single closet in the small house. He opened the door and pushed her in. "Stay low and stay quiet."<br><br>"B-but I have weap--" She started to say from her sitting spot in the closet. He simply put a finger to her lips. "They have weapons too. And if they see you with one, they'll kill you and take it, giving them only more weapons. Stay quiet." He said again before he shut the door, enclosing her in darkness, except for the few small holes in the door that allowed her to peer out.<br><br>Mr. Wilotson rushed around, trying to hide whatever items Korryn had left out. Any sign that a female lived there. Then he when around, opening draws and putting items out that had any sort of value. His plan was to let them take what they wanted and remain completely calm. There was no point in showing resistance, because that would only get you killed. He sat on the single cot, waiting.<br><br>The silence scared her more than the siren. It took her a moment to realize how hard she was breathing and that she was shaking. They could easily find her, and his wife. Could she really stay hide in here if they hurt the people who had let her stay with them? She covered her mouth, peering out one of the tiny holes in the door, and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 18:19:00</strong>
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				Maria had te same idea as V it had seemed, in heading into town to get to the main hall. She heard the woman call out to Richie. She opened her mouth to point out that the boy was rather useless and then stopped. She had been on the roof of her own home at the time patching a hole so she had seen as well. She pointed out the direction that the Raiders were coming from.<br><br>Maria jogged down the Town hall, her large rucksack on her back. She did not think the raiders would be too interested in what she had on her though. The pack had mostly books, and a few magazines she had managed to find. She also had some clothes, and a bag or two of trail mix. <br><br>She had never really had to deal with raiders before, she could just hope that not too many people were hurt and that the raiders would just take a few things and leave. So she waited with the few people that had gathered, hiding in the back of the group.
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				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 19:10:03</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)</div><br>The coyote shot Sara a look that told her instantly she about to get the holy shit slapped out of her. He might not be able to stand up to Dom, but he'd be damned if he was taking shit off some peice of ass who was ripe for the plucking as it is. Word had been circulating throughout the camp for days now. Everyone assumed her husband was dead, or otherwise not coming back and nobody was seeing any reason why she should keep eating their food and drinking their water without paying the fair price of rent. <br><br>A large rock in the road saved her. The Bus jumped sharply and sent the Coyote sprawling, his own cigarette ashes landing in his face and earning him raucous laughter from the other Raiders. The spectacle was enough to get Dom's attention and earn them a sharp rebuke "Hey! Save it for the fresh meat you morons! Focus, we're almost there. Fucking amateurs..."<br><br>Another indignant harumph. Though he did linger his gaze on Sara for a few more seconds. She was on the edge, and he breifly wondered if she really knew just how close she was to having some random Coyote snatch her by the hair and drag her off to their bunk for some quality time. Nobody in the camp beleived her husband was coming back. Well, nobody except her maybe. Dom figured the guy was dead, imprisoned, or had found himself a hotter piece of ass to settle down with. Either way, Dom wasn't betting on seeing the guy again in this lifetime. 
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				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 20:15:26</strong>
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				His eyes squinting against the wind and dust kicked up by speeding along on his motorcycle reminded Ricky for perhaps the seventh time since this morning, and maybe the five thousand, six hundred forty second time since he started riding it that he should really get some goggles or something. Still, so long as he wasn't going too fast, he was able to see most of what was going on.<br><br>He was speeding along ahead of the Coyote vehicle line, sticking to the normal "rules of engagement" that had developed over a series of raids. Ricky's job, lucky guy that he was, was to simply speed into town, pull out his weapon and shoot at anyone who had a weapon in their hands and give a quick report (if he could) about where the people with weapons were at. This time he was supposed to wound, not kill, although it made his job a bit harder since the townspeople were under no such restriction. He reached over to the radio to use the Morse code attachment to beep an acknowledgement of both Big Tim and Dom's radio orders. He wasn't really a massacre type anyways, preferring to save his bullets.<br><br>As the gang of vehicles rolled into town, he slid his bike around and pulled his AK out of it's holster, using his bike for cover while racking a bullet into the chamber and flicking the safety off. Some mocked him for the precautions, and he had nearly died once because of the precious seconds spent making his weapon unsafe, but he really didn't want it suddenly going off when he didn't want it to. Weapon ready, he stood and looked for a threat. Seeing one enterprising hero with a bolt action rifle, he aimed and let a four round burst go from his gun, and the man went down screaming and clutching his sudden;y bloody leg. Other Coyotes would be unloading by now, and he made sure that some of the townsfolk in the Meeting Hall kept their heads down by firing at them, a few bursts every time a head appeared and a couple of times into a doorway, until he had to reload, ducking behind his bike and switching magazines. <br><br>Reaching for the Radio, he broadcast "One guy down in the street, more in the old General Store. Want me to start searching the houses, or are we gonna crack open the store first?"
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				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 20:42:55</strong>
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				V squeezed off two rounds at the man who had arrived on the bike while she ran for cover inside the building with Maria. "This is not good," she muttered, peering out to survey the area, especially where the other woman had pointed out the direction from which the raiders were coming.<br><br>"This is really not good." She ducked her head back, not wanting to have it shot off by the raider who she'd tried to shoot. Her hands were shaking, almost badly enough to cause her to drop her gun. V wasn't prepared for something like this, no matter how much she liked to think she was. If they were anything like the raiders who she'd dealt with before, she didn't think this would be an enjoyable experience.
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				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 21:06:08</strong>
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				Warren quietly thought to himself as him and his gang headed towards Hope City, which was a nice town from what he had heard. He peered down at his radio as Tim messaged the plan of attack to them. <br><br>"Don't take any shit from any of them but don't kill them all either...we want captives and we want survivors so that we can come back and hit this place up for supplies again some time."<br><br>Warren nodded in agreeance as he turned his attention back to driving. From past raids, he learned that Dom usually parked his bus near the exits of towns, that way, it prevented anybody from escaping as well as serving a place for the raiders to fall back to. Warren would usually park his vehicle close to the armored bus because it provided good protection from enemy fire, which is important when you're operating on somebody. The town was growing in the distance and, just like the town, so was Warren's excitement. He had one hand on the wheel while he bit the nails on his other.<br><br>Warren watched as Dom's bus shook and jumped as he went over some rocks, sending a good amount of cigarette ashes everywhere. Warren let out a laugh while he was still biting his nails and shook his head. "Hey! Save it for the fresh meat you morons! Focus, we're almost there. Fucking amateurs..." Dom's voice came in over the radio. Warren couldn't help but laugh again, this time out loud, seeing as both of his hands were on the steering wheel. <br><br>After he had calmed down, he decided it would be best just to see what the others were going to do and act accordingly. The city was now about a mile away and they were closing in fast. Warren reached for his radio and spoke into it. <strong>"This is Keyes. I'm going to go ahead and standby when we get there."</strong> He said, fixating his gaze on the town. <strong>"I'll come around and fix up anyone who needs it, just let me know."</strong> He was about to put the radio down when he brought it back up again. <strong>"Oh, and a word to the wise."</strong> He smiled at the thought of what he was about to say. <strong>"Don't get killed."</strong> <br><br>He laughed as he put the radio down, making the joke a lot funnier than it actually was. He quickly turned serious as they were practically in town. A man sat behind a motorcycle and, as Warren parked his truck, saw the young man fire upon another raider who quickly fell, clutching his leg in pain. <em>"I thought I said don't get killed."</em> Warren thought to himself as he quickly jumped out of the truck and went into the back to grab his first aid kit. He slung the bag around his shoulder and loaded his pistol. <strong>"Well here we go again."</strong> Warren said before running towards the fallen raider, making sure to take cover whenever he needed to. <br><br>Warren peered his head around the edge of his ambulance and waited for the gang to go on the offensive. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 21:13:05</strong>
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				Maria offered V a small smile and lightly placed her hands on the other womans shacking ones. She gave one small quick squeeze, she once again opened her mouth to say something then paused. She took a deep breath and then smiled a thin, tight smile still a smile though. "It'll be fine." She said quietly. She peered out the window knowing that the peace would not last very long. The raiders would soon be in the building that was the small town hall.
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				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 21:20:52</strong>
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				"Keep the folks in the store pinned down. That's probably where most of 'em ran to. Save us the trouble of gathering 'em all in one place when we're done with the rest of the town. The rest of us will sweep the houses." he said into the radio, as he parked the bus at an angle to cut off the main road into and out of the town, limiting the options of those wanting to flee.&nbsp; If they wanted to try to rabbit in their own vehicles they'd have to head out the other way, or scatter on foot. <br><br>They finished cleaning up the mess they made in Dom's bus quickly, just as Dom killed the engine and opened the doors. Slinging that monster of an automatic shotgun over his shoulder he rose and headed outside. His knuckle knives were sheathed in thestraps that secured his armored vest into place "Party time boys! Don't kill anyone you don't have to. "<br><br>Dom didn't like to use his gun often, but when he did hot damn did it make a bold, and profound statement. At close to medium ranges, most forms of cover...thick wood, and even thinner barriers of metal and concrete were about as protective as tissue paper. That thing put big, smoking, gaping holes in just about everything it hit, and could empty it's 32-Round Drum magazine in about two or three seconds if he held the trigger down. He used the gun more for intimidation than for actual killing. Blast a few head-sized holes into buildings, and the people taking cover in those buildings were often quick to surrender. Hell, the thunderous roar of every round was almost enough by itself to do that. Anywhere they were in the town, every time that AA-12 fired a Coyote would know Dom was raising hell. <br><br>He fully expected some of the townsfolk to die. The ones who fought back with guns. But the ones who surrendered quickly wouldn't have to worry about anything worse than a beating, theft...and yeah. Alot of rape. Dom himself tended to respect the ones who died fighting a bit more, but hey. Everybody has their own preferences. As the three other Coyotes filed off, Dom pointed to a few houses along the road. "You, help Ricky keep the town hall covered. You two go house by house. And don't fuck around until we've got the town completely under control! You wet your dicks before the fighting is over, and i'll cut 'em off and feed 'em to Twitch!"<br><br>"Y-y-you called?" Came Twitch's voice from atop the bus. <br><br>"Shaddap Twitch. &nbsp;" he said without so much as a glance as he hefted his own gun into a firing position and jogged around toward the back of the Townhall to catch anybody trying to slip the noose before it completely closed around the town's proverbial neck. Twitch would make sure none of the slaves in Dom's bus tried to slip away in the chaos. He also served as a lookout. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 21:23:14</strong>
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				Most of the townsfolk had been caught with their proverbial pants down when the siren had gone off. Very few were really prepared for the possibility of a raider attack, those who were quicker to react managed to make it to the town meeting hall, while most others simply found themselves in their houses when The Coyotes pulled into town. <br><br>There were about twelve people in all who managed to make it to the town hall and they were all able to clearly see as the raider on a motorcycle took down Mr. Lauder with a burst of automatic fire. The further bursts directed into the meeting hall forced everyone to either hit the dirt or duck behind cover. As the sporadic fire continued those few with the will to act made their way to the building's gun closet and grabbed what few weapons the town had. <br><br>A revolver.<br>A hunting rifle.<br>Three police issue 9mm pistols<br>And an old spear gun were all that they had.<br><br>The weapons were passed out to those who would take them and then the Paul, the 41 year old organizer of the town watch and only person with any real combat experience, laid down their plan. "Alright" he said, just loud enough for those around him to hear "They taught us about stuff like this when I was in the Army. What we wanna do is hold out here. We focus on covering the doorway and the window and don't try to push out from here. We take potshots from behind cover and stay ready to defend this spot! If we're lucky they might just leave us be and focus on the other houses...if not well then we give um a hell of a fight! And maybe we make it through this!"<br><br>With that the would be defenders of the town took up positions within the town hall and prayed that they'd just be left alone.<br><br>As all this happened, Richie was still on top of the building and still working the siren. Gripped by a mad fear of what was to come he hadn't yet been able to process the idea that it was probably smart to duck out of sight. <br><br><hr><br>A few rounds pinged off Tim's car as he pulled into the town. Even over the roar of the gang's engines and the snapping crack of gunfire Tim could hear the town's air raid siren shouting out its low whine over and over. Even in the short amount of time he'd been exposed to it, the sound was getting on Tim's nerves. He quickly flicked the radio on and spoke "Dom, good work pinning the townsfolk in the meeting hall but I don't want these fuckers turning it into their own personal bunker. Grab some men and storm the building. Everyone else pick a house and start searching. Let's move!" As soon as he finished speaking Tim jumped out of his now parked car. <br><br>Once he was on the ground the first thing he did was pull the butt of his rifle up to his shoulder, take careful aim and let loose a single shot. <br><br><hr>On top of the roof of the town hall the front of Richie's shirt suddenly blossomed red with blood as a hole in his chest began to spill his life out of his body. A few seconds later the warbling cry of the siren suddenly stopped after the device itself took a round to it's housing. <br><br><hr><br><em>That's better</em> Tim thought to himself as he turned and made his way towards one of the town's houses. He trusted Dom to be able to handle a small town hall with a few defenders without needing direct supervision. And as such he swiftly kicked in the door to the house he'd picked and stepped inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 21:40:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)</div>"Right boss." Dom said with a nod when Tim's instructions came in. <br><br>He brought up his radio as he moved into position out back, looking at the window for the tell-tale signs of movement to indicate whether they were taking up defensive positions or had even put a scout to watch the back yet. Nothing. Nothing he could see anyway. "Ricky. Change in plans. We're taking the Hall now. Keep their attention up front, I got the back. Once you hear me start shooting, move in."<br><br>The guy he sent to help Ricky pin them down had an uzi.&nbsp; Between that and Ricky's assault rifle, Dom was confidant that would be enough to keep the attention of those inside. He started sprinting toward the back door, halfway there saw the first hint of movement passing the Window. He leveled the AA-12 and fired just slightly to the right of the window, deliberately missing the person taking cover under the window. Sure enough the explosive shotgun put a basketball-sized hole in the building. The explosion of splinters and glass was more than enough to make the young guy inside drop his handgun in a panic and curl up in a ball as if that would somehow protect him. <br><br>Another cacophonous blast practically took the door off it's hinge. A hard kick finished the job, as the Town Meeting Hall's back door caved in. Dom hammered the butte of his gun down over the head of the boy who'd utterly failed in his job to cover the back, knocking him for a loop but not outright killing him. He snatched up the fallen pistol and tucked it into his waistband before he began to advance quickly but with more caution than his initial charge toward the Hall's main room where he figured those inside were taking cover positions. <br><br>He was confident his explosive and very loud entry would throw the defenders up front into disarray, making it possible for Ricky and his backup to move in. Just to be sure he started blasting holes in the wall, deliberately aiming just high enough that unless there was anybody really tall standing up, none of the people in the Town Hall were likely to actually take a direct hit. But every blast from that gun put another hole in the wall, and sent another explosion of wood splinters, dust and plaster chunks flying into the main room where the defenders were gathered, adding to the chaos and intimidation factor. Forcing them into paralyzed moments of indecision as they tried to figure out if they should focus on the explosive monstrosity bearing down on them from behind, or the two men with fully automatic weapons moving in from the front. If all went according to plan by the time they made up their minds it would be too late. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 21:58:05</strong>
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				Maria was ducked behind a desk when the shooting started. A set of pale blue eyes and a mop of red hair poked out from behind the desk. She beng unarmed and having no way to help had ducked into the very back of the room. She looked up when the sound of the siren stopped, while she may not have been best friends with the boy she still was worried for Richie. She stood and slowly started to make her way to the back of the building she should be able to make her way up to the roof and check up on him. She only had to make it around back and call up to the roof.<br><br>The chunk of the wall being blasted away sent her diving to the floor though. She covered her head with her hands as it quickly sunk in that they were surrounded. She scrambled to her feet and slid over to hide in the corner of the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 22:11:48</strong>
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				As Ricky ducked down to reload, he heard a few shots whiz overhead, and one buried itself in his seat, which thankfully stopped the bullet. Dom's voice came over the radio, telling him to cover the town hall, and he did that, firing a few bursts at any movement in the windows. He figured that he would have a relatively easy job, since he never liked trying to storm a house and was just about to thank whoever it was that watched over this blasted wasteland when he heard Big Tim change the plan, and then Dom's orders about storming the house.<br><br>"Will do Dom, try not to kill us when we come in the front." He had seen Dom's shotgun in action, and knew that it could blow through a wooden wall with enough force to kill or wound anyone behind it.<br><br>He stood and emptied the second of his five magazines, keeping the defenders pinned while Dom moved to the rear of the house, then reloaded while Lilly kept the defenders down with her Uzi. He had just stood to fire again when he heard the telltale blasts of Dom's shotgun.<br><br>"Go to the door, I'll cover you." He told Lilly, scanning for any heads poking out of cover. He ignored her angry snarling about stabbing him for ordering her around, but she ran up anyways, and kept him covered when he ran up. He flipped his rifle around and didn't slow as he smashed the butt of the weapon into the door, slamming it open, before he ducked back outside, narrowly avoiding the guns that greeted him. Fortunately, Dom had gotten into the back with little trouble, and the terrified defenders were soon shocked by the loud blasts ripping holes in the wall behind them, and he and Lilly moved in. She shot one of the men dead, her Uzi ripping his chest apart, and he killed a man with a pistol, all the while shouting for the armed defenders to drop their weapons. Some did, and he ignored them. One man didn't and got a bullet in the gut for his troubles.<br><br>"Dom! We're in the front!" He shouted out in the sudden silence that had erupted in the front now that the guns weren't going off. Then, to the rest of the towns people, he said, in a voice that was only a little bit quieter "You lot move into the corner there and sit down. We just want your stuff, not your lives. Keep calm and you'll live. Lilly, can you search them? Bring them out one at a time and make sure they've got nothing valuable on them." He figured that most of the weapons were on the ground, but you could never be sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 22:17:13</strong>
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				Mr. Wilotson paced, and the steady thud of his boots combined with the sounds of gun shots set Korryn's nerves on edge. She shouldn't be hiding. She should be down there, shooting at these pillaging assholes and finding her way out of town. Her heart thudded, and made her breathing short and quick, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Quietly, she pushed her back further into the closet, hiding behind the hanging clothes. She pulled her legs in close to her chest. She jumped as every thunderous burst of Dom's shout gun. Maybe it was better she was up here. She her a muffled sniffle from under the bed, coming from Mr. Wilotson's wife. <br><br>It was then she realized the siren had stopped. Either whatshisface was dead on the roof, or he had shit his pants and ran. Although she didn't know him, she hoped it was the latter. He seemed like a fairly harmless boy. Through one of the holes in her door, she could see her bag full of weapons from under her cot. Her sunglasses were also in there. God damn it, why hadn't she grabbed that?! She ran a nervous hand through her hair, feeling tears of frustration threatening to sting her eyes.<br><br>It was then the door swang open with a creek. She hear Mr. Wilotson clear his throat, turning to look at the person who had enter.<br><br>Mr. Wilotson nodded to the figure, "Hello. I see you've found Hope Springs all right." He said in a casual manner. "I've all ready placed all of my valuables out for you. There's also a bag of weapons under the cot. Feel free to take whatever you please." There was a tenseness in his body, standing oddly close to the side of his bed.<br><br>That bastard! Just going to give away her weapons. Well, it least it was better than selling her out. She covered her mouth, looking out the tiny hole in the door. Please just let this person take what he wanted and leave. Please.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 22:26:40</strong>
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				Dom burst into the room from the back, the barrel of his gun still smoking as he swept it and observed that Lilly and Ricky seemed to have the situation in hand. He nodded approvingly, and brought up the Radio. "Town Hall Ground Floor secure Tim. Heading up top. "<br><br>He observed one man dead, and another with a gut wound that would probably kill him. Maybe they'd have their Doc come in and patch him up later if it wasn't too late. With a population this small, losing even a couple of men would be the difference between survival or collapse. Especially since at least a few of the women were gonna be coming with the gang. Losing women meant losing the ability to procreate. The town's longterm prospects were gonna be damn bleak if the Coyotes didn't leave enough healthy, able bodies behind in one piece. If they wanted this place still standing so they could hit it again in the future, it was important to minimize losses. "I left one alive by the back door. Took his weapon n' knocked 'im out, but get him in here anyway in case he wakes up and decides to make trouble. " <br><br>He left it to Ricky and Lilly to decide who would keep this room covered and who was dragging sleeping beauty back here as he turned and headed up the stairs to make sure there wasn't an armed squad of commandoes having a tea party up there or something. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 22:38:02</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)<br>On Dom's bus<br></strong><br><hr></div><br>Were it not for gravity and some generous g-force, Sara would have been sporting a fresh black eye with matching split lip. The pending violence in the map-thieving raider's harsh stare wasn't lost on her before he was toppled into a human ashtray. The lingering gaze from Dom was just as unsettling in its illegibility. Recoiling into her seat, she kept quiet as the raiders were swept out on a tide of testosterone fueled bravado. <br><br>Gunfire popped in the background and she shot a glance around the relatively empty bus. This was her cue. Whether or not her fellow slaves had any intent of following her, she was going to make a run for it. With purposeful silence Sara was on her feet, rummaging for supplies that would increase her dismal odds of survival in the dessert. Her heart pumped blood and adrenaline faster through her limbs then she could possibly make use of it, sending a frustrating tremble through her digits. She froze mid pace, transfixed at the sight of a small tool box buried under a leather jacket.<br><br>Swallowing a formidable know in her throat, she claimed the kit and made her way to the front of the parked vehicle.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey what's going on down there!? Where the fuck is Sara?" Came a more panicked then authoritative squeak from above. Twitch could not see where Sara went from his angle peering down from the opened sunroof, only that she was not where she was meant to be. He fixed his gaze instead on the slaves that <em>could</em> be seen. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 22:44:46</strong>
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				As Tim walked into the house he scanned the place with his eyes. There was a small central room, a kitchen, two bedrooms, a bathroom and the halls to connect them. Attracted to the sound of movement Tim quickly approached one of the two bed rooms and gently edged open the door. <br><br>He was greeted by a man who looked to be very close to having a panic attack.&nbsp; "Hello. I see you've found Hope Springs all right." <br><br><strong>"That I did"</strong> Tim responded a grin creeping across his face at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. This ,man was either a fool, a coward, or hiding someone very important to him. And Tim immediately decided that he'd find out just which one it was.<br><br>"I've all ready placed all of my valuables out for you. There's also a bag of weapons under the cot. Feel free to take whatever you please."<br><br><strong>"Well that's mighty kind of you"</strong> Tim said, his voice full of amusement. <strong>"I suppose you've gone and lubed yourself up too huh?....Just in case I decide to have my way with you?"</strong> As the words left his mouth Tim couldn't help but laugh. It was just so funny to him. <br><br>The man swallowed dryly as he opened his mouth to speak but Tim cut him off before words could even leave his mouth <strong>"Now"</strong> he said <strong>"You're either a fool, a coward, or hiding something.... I don't think you're a fool, all the fools are outside dying right now. And something tells me you're not too much of a coward. If you were you'd probably be hiding instead of standing here to meet me. So that leaves you as hiding something... and I wanna know what that something is"</strong> he said.<br><br>As he spoke Tim looked over the items that had been laid out and began grabbing anything that caught his eye. A pack of smokes, a some bottles of water, a pair of reading glasses. He then began to look through the bag that the man had mentioned. As he did he continued speaking <strong>"You've got until I finish looking though this here bag to tell me exactly what it is you're trying to hide, and where that something is. If you don't I'll turn this entire house upside down, find what or who you're hiding, and if its a person I'll make you watch as I kill them slowly....What's it gonna be friend?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 22:56:32</strong>
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				Korryn's heart was racing. She knew the man, whoever he was, wasn't going to bite at this. He didn't sound like he was easily thrown by the cooperative types. Because more often than not, they were either planning to stab you when you weren't looking, or hiding something.<br><br>Mr. Wilotson swallowed hard. He gave a pained glance towards the closet, before looking back to the man who had entered his house and was taking his things. "I'm hiding two people," He said honestly. He took in a deep breath, "One of them is my wife. She's older, like myself, and if you spare her, I'd gladly show you where I've hid a young woman. I'm sure she'd be of my interested to you and your men." He told him, straightening his back.<br><br>She let out a quiet, defeated sigh. She couldn't blame him. He had tried to protect her and she was basically a stranger to him. He couldn't risk his and his wives like for her. <em>Never trust anyone.</em> She was scared though. Her face was pale, and her blue eyes wide. She didn't want to go with this man. She didn't want to be passed around and, most likely, eventually killed. No. If this man was going to try and take her, she wasn't leaving without a fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 23:01:12</strong>
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				"Got it Dom." Ricky said to the man in charge of storming the house. "Lilly, can you manage these guys? I'm gonna drag the unconscious guy in here."<br><br>"What the fuck do you think?" She replied.<br><br>Ricky rolled his eyes and went to the back. "So that's a yes then." He said over his shoulder. "Be back in a second." He slung his AK over his shoulder as he left. The boy was easy enough to find, he was just coming around and was laying on the ground holding his head and groaning. Grabbing him under the armpits, he hauled the kid into the main room and dumped him by the corner where the rest of the people were cowering.<br><br>"See any you like Lil?" He asked the girl who had guarded them.<br><br>Lilly shrugged and pointed the barrel of her Uzi at a couple of young men. "Those two look like fun. Maybe cut em up a bit first and then tie them to the front of a car." She laughed at his discomfort, since he knew exactly what she meant by 'cut em up'. "See any you like sissy boy?"<br><br>Ricky pointed at a young woman with brown hair. "She doesn't look too bad. You're half dyke though, what do you think?"<br><br>"Fuck you Ricky."<br><br>"Maybe later. Go grab the Doc and get him to come over her and have a look at that guy." He indicated the man he had shot in the gut. It didn't look too bad since blood wasn't being sprayed around the room, but he would die if he wasn't helped soon.<br><br>Lilly nodded and left, leaving Ricky alone on the first floor and Dom upstairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 23:12:26</strong>
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				Mika was on the end of the buss, her eyes down to the floor as her hands were tied behind her back. She was kept naked ever since they captured her, it was rare for her to see clothing at all on her. She heard there was a town coming and her heart froze in fear, she knew that a new town meant new captives and she really didn’t want to have any new ones. Her body was drenched in sweat as she looked outside the window a town could be seen at the end, the raiders next target.<br><br>A new town meant an opportunity to escape, ever since she was captured she always tried to escape when a new town came into the raiders grasp. That was part of the reason why she was kept naked all the time, the other reason was simple, the raiders needed the clothing. It would be very rare for her to even see underwear on her body, she had forgotten what clothing felt like. Being naked was normal for Mika. She had C-cup breasts and her pussy was always kept shaven by the raiders, they treated her as nothing more than a fucking hole for them to enjoy.<br><br>The only good thing Mika had on her side was that she was an excellent cook, she knew how to make almost everything out of the things she found.&nbsp; That was one of the reasons they kept her alive, to serve as their cook. She hated her life, she wanted to die already however as gunfire started going on she had no choice but to lay down on the seat and hope none of them reached her. They were outside shooting and killing people. She began to cry as she curled up into a ball, she wanted to leave but her legs were also tied down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 23:13:29</strong>
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				Tim chuckled softly to himself <strong>"Smart choice my friend"</strong> Tim said as the man finished his little confession <strong>"For saving me the trouble of beating it out of you I think I might just let you and you're little wifey live."</strong> <br><br>Tim had seen the man's eyes dart to the closet when he had admitted to hiding people and it didn't take a genius to figure out that was where at least one of them was <strong>"Is it your wife? or the girl in the closet?"</strong> he asked<br><br>"The girl" the man replied.<br><br><strong>"Good"</strong> said Tim <strong>"Then grab your wife and go hide together in the bathroom I've got no further use for you, and if you're quiet enough you might just avoid running into any of my friends"</strong><br><br>The man nodded frantically as he reached down under the bed and helped his wife out before they both rushed through the doorway and into the bathroom<br><br><strong>"Alright" </strong> Tim said <strong>"We both know you're in there, and we both know you're not gonna win this fight, Now either you come out in the next ten seconds, or I come in"</strong><br><strong>"One..."</strong><br><strong>"Two..."</strong><br><strong>"Three..."</strong><br>As he counted Tim slowly and quietly made his way to the door<br><strong>"Four..."</strong><br><strong>"Five...."</strong><br>Before he even got to six he suddenly yanked the door open and shoved the barrel of his weapon inside the room, aiming right at Korryn's head, the muzzle a scant few inches from her skin "What ever you've got drop it now!" he shouted "Don't make me tell you again!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 23:14:55</strong>
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				Maria sat with her back against the wall and her legs pulled up against to her chest hugging her legs. She was joined in her spot soon enough by the rest of the group as a man and a woman headed them to the corner. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, though she would peek up from time to time from behind the red curtain that hid her face. Her chest tightened as they spoke about liking any of the group.<br><br>She looked up as the woman left and then dropped her gaze again. She was trying not to bring any attention to herself if she could help it. She did not want to be one that the raiders 'liked'. She felt a few tears roll down her pale cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 23:25:10</strong>
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				She heard the two rush out of the room and she sank back into the wall some. This was it. She was on her own now. She felt around quietly in the dark, finding only an old, heavy boot. It'd have to do. With each number he counted down, her heart drummed harder and harder. She heard him edge closer and closer, and finally yank the door open and stick his gun in. She must have jumped a foot off of the floor. She stared at the muzzle for a few moments, slowly setting down the boot.<br><br>"All right... All right..." She said softly. Slowly she stood, the sound of hangers and clothes moving audible as she pushed them out of her way. <em>You need a plan, Korryn. Don't be stupid about this. He has your weapons, and he will kill you.</em> Her brow furrowed. It had only been a few moments, but it felt like minutes in her head. She peaked out of the crack in the door, only one half of her face visible to the dark skinned man with his arm in the door. Still her mind was buzzing. Could she make a run for it? Or should she wait until she was outside. <br><br>She glanced to her bag of weapons, then back to him. "Find anything useful?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 23:53:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)</div> Noah had fallen asleep in the back of the bus after a very public threesome that was forced upon him by Chris and Matt. It wasn't the first time that the two of them had come up to him together and demanded him right then and there. Chris always talked about how much he loved Noah's 'pretty mouth'. Those two words paired together made the ginger sick. Of course most of the raiders in general just made him sick to his stomach. But no matter how disgusting he found them, Noah would still do anything he could to stay alive. If he had to swallow Chris' cum a thousand times and take Matt's cock up his ass the same amount of times he would. At least they usually left him alone afterwards. Falling asleep was his way with coping with the situation. It usually wasn't long lived though. Especially not when the roads they traveled were so damn bumpy. <br><br>When Dom's bus hit a rock in it's path, Noah was bounced awake. He heard a couple of the raiders laugh and peeked out to look at what was going on. Sara had fallen down on her ass and whatever raider was next to her was covered in ash now. Dom yelled next. Noah pulled his head back to himself, a little scared of Dom. He didn't move at all until the bus stopped, blocking the main road and all of the raiders filed out. Twitch was left to watch over them. Noah didn't need Twitch to watch him. He wasn't dumb enough to try and leave. Not like some of the other captives. If any of them tried getting away this time, he was going to stop them. In the time that Noah had been a captive, he had grown to care about the other captives. He'd rather let the raiders beat him around and rape him rather than catch one of the girls trying to escape and do even worse unspeakable things to her. <br><br>Some movement around further up the bus roused Noah out of his seat. He quickly made his way forward, his boots thunking on the floor of the bus. His steely blue eyes caught the naked Mika crying. The sounds of bullets flying through the air didn't scare him, so he kept moving forward, his eyes set on getting Sara to stop what she was doing before she did something massively stupid like try to get away and get herself killed. His slender arms coiled around her shoulders, his lips by her ear. "What the hell are you doing?" Noah whispered in a stern way. "You aren't going to get yourself killed, not today." With the strength in his body, Noah started to drag her back to the back of the bus with all of the other captives which all seemed to be restless now. Between the gunfire and Twitch screaming at them. <br><br>"She's right here, Twitch." Noah announced, his eyes burning a hole in Twitch's face. He hated that tweaker-looking motherfucker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 00:14:19</strong>
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				"Thanks," V said weakly to Maria, steadying her hands again and keeping the front door covered. However, when she heard shots being fired from the back, she immediately hit the floor.<br><br>When the raiders burst into the room, V stashed her pistol in the back of her waistband, and was hiding from the raiders keeping the townsfolk covered in the main room.<br><br><em>If I pull the gun, I may be able to shoot the guy keeping us pinned. I may be able to make a break for it. Get out of here. Or, failing that, at least I won't have to suffer like mom did.</em><br><br>The doc pulled the pistol, and started to aim at Ricky. If she was quick, she could put a few bullets in him and run. With her hands beginning to shake again, she made the split-second decision, and fired a shot at his leg. However, with her hands quaking as they were, the shot was wide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 00:21:59</strong>
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				Up on the roof now, Dom's gaze breifly moved to his bus. Twitch seemed more agitated than usual up on the roof and seemed to be shouting down into the bus. Before he could give the bus situation much more thought he heard a shot from downstairs. <br><br>Great. Didn't sound like a shot from either Ricky or Lilly's guns. Just great. He quickly leaned over the roof and looked down. He aimed his gun,&nbsp; ready to shoot anybody that tried to make a run for it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 00:28:21</strong>
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				Tim's eyes traveled up and down the girl's body and then to her eyes <strong>"As a matter of fact I just did"</strong> he said, his voice calm and somehow even more filled with menace than when it had been raised. Without a word of warning Tim's hand was suddenly holding a fistfull of Korryn's hair.<br><br>&nbsp;He used this grip to pull her out of the closet while his other hand went to work pulling both of the woman's hands behind her back. A moment after this a soft metallic click could be beard, followed closely by a second identical click. Korryn now had her hands cuffed behind her back.<br><br>The sight of Korryn bound and helpless was almost enough to make Tim forget himself and just take her then and there. But the sounds of deminishing gunfire brought him back. The fighting was almost done, and now was the time to tally up what they'd gotten.<br><br>"Come on then" he said to the girl as he grabbed the ruck sack of supplies with one hand and her hair with the other. <br><br>Once he had a firm grip he pulled the girl behind him,&nbsp; exited the building, and began to make his way towards the now pacified town hall.<br><br>As he walked towards the building he heard the gunshot, immediately he dropped the supply bag and leveled his M16 at the doorway, waiting to see who popped their head out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 00:34:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/nokia-n8/auto-assault-girl.jpg)</div><strong><br>Kriss (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)<br>Hiding behind rusty barrels,<br>at the back of the house #7<br></strong><hr></div>From behind the rusty barrels, Kriss tried to figure out what was happening by listening to the sounds. Her bike-chain was hanging loose from her right wrist, and she was holding her cross-bow with both hands while peering between the barrels.<br><br>Suddenly she saw a raider approaching the town hall from the back, holding a huge gun. She directed the aim of the crossbow at him. At this distance, it was a sure shot. She might kill him with nobody hearing anything in the midst of all the shooting. But then, it would be easy to find how he had died. In a few minutes the raiders would be looking for the crossbow marksman and would not leave the village until they had find her.<br><br>Kriss did not press the trigger but she kept her finger on it and the sights trained at the man as she shot directly into the wall, opening large holes, before rushing in. As he disappeared inside, she let out a deep sigh but did not let her attention relax. Her only hope was that they would not bother searching the pile of trash she was hiding in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 00:40:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>With Tim, outside <br>of the townhall</strong></div>"Ah!" She gasped softly as he grabbed her by her hair. Her jaw tightened, clenched to teeth together as he yanked her from the closet. Her jaw stayed tensed, not putting up any fight as he pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed her. If there was anything she was certain of was that this man scared her. No, he didn't look like the pillaging, plundering, and raping type, but she had a feeling he would be one of the more ruthless and cruel ones.<br><br>She let out another gasp as he exited to the room, all but dragging her behind him by her hair. She tried her best to turn herself around so she was walking straight ahead, her scalp all ready aching from where he had a hold of her. Despite the pain and the tight space she was in, her face remain neutral and seemingly uncaring, even if she was plotting and screaming on the inside.<br><br>When they got outside into the sunlight, she shut her eyes. She knew it was dangerous to go out without eye protection, and if there was one thing you needed when you were trying to survive were your eyes. But then again, there was a very likely chance she could die trying to get out of her current situation. She opened her eyes to a squint. The air was full of dust and the smell of gunfire. She glanced towards all of the vehicles, inwardly impressed at the amount they had. The only vehicle she had ever seen was the motorcycle that that one woman had came into town on.<br><br>The sound of the gunshot made her jump. If her heart could race any faster, she would probably just go into cardiac arrest. She watched Tim, unable to do anything else.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 00:44:25</strong>
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				Ricky was moving as soon as the girl had pulled her gun out, and thankfully the shot went wide. He was going as quick as he could towards the woman who had tried to shoot him, grabbing the gun and trying to rip it from her grasp, or at least aim it away from him. His other hand swung in and performed a hard slap across her face before grabbing her by the front of her shirt and dragging her out of the group, tossing her pistol into the pile of other captured weapons. His AK was slung around one shoulder and he used it to threaten any of the other captives who looked like they were going to cause trouble.<br><br>Roughly dropping the girl to the floor, he gave her a swift kick to the side and held her down with a booted foot between her shoulder blades. He fished out some handcuffs and dropped them on the girls back.<br><br>"You, Red," he said to Maria, "Get over here and cuff this bitch. MOVE!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 00:52:47</strong>
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				V squeaked in fear when Ricky approached, then let out a little high-pitched shriek when he slapped her and began to drag her across the floor after taking her gun. The booted kick elicited a groan of pain, and she curled up a little bit before he put his foot between her shoulder blades.<br><br>A few tears began to roll down her cheeks, realizing that she wouldn't be able to get out of this situation easily, if at all. The girl let out a quiet sob, wishing she was anywhere else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 00:59:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)<br>On Dom's bus<br></strong><br><hr></div><br>What the Hell <em>was</em> she doing?<br><br>Her scorning inner monologue echoed the question as she neared the front of the bus. There had been a harebrained scheme in the works. Hotwire the fortress-vehicle. Gun it. Pray that Twitch bails from his snitch perch. Somehow, she'd encounter her brother stranded in the wastes, and make away into the sunset with the bus and its human cargo in tow like the hero from some spaghetti western fable. <br><br>Before she could even take another breath the gaping shotgun exit wound sized holes in her plans crushed whatever fleeting madness had overcome her. Should she even manage the minor miracle or starting the bus, it wouldn't take much for the smaller vehicles in the raider fleet to catch up with the armored bohemoth - and when they did, there would have been quite the reckoning. She'd have gotten them all killed in prolonged and painful ways, their guard included. Her brother, if he ever returned, would likely be greeted by the same grizzly fate. <br><br>Her shoulders slumped in defeat just in time to be bound by Noah's wiry grasp. The tool kit fell from her hands, rattling against the ground as she was hauled backward. Before she knew it she was staring up the sunroof at Twitch, the feeling of Noah's heart beating against her back. <br><br>"<strong>Just needed to use the facilities</strong>." She explained through constrained breaths, feigning disbelief at their overreaction.<br><br>The explanation seemed sufficient. Twitch returned to the far more pressing duty of scouting, fumbling to return binoculars to his sunburned nose. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 01:10:04</strong>
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				Maria slowly moved out of her corner and over to V. She bit down on her lip as she picked up the handcuffs. She slid them around the other woman's wists and closed them. They were lose, not lose enough for the woman to slip out of but they would not hurt her from being to tight. She gave the romans hand a squeeze then stood back up&nbsp; and turned to retreat to get corner again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 01:22:00</strong>
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				Noah quickly pulled her down with him, her back still against his chest and his back now against the metal inside of the bus. He tried not to look at the naked mess of a girl that was tied up across from them, it was hard not to though. It was just one of those terrible things that you can't really pull your eyes away from because not only is it a sad sight, but it is also quite amusing to witness. Nobody in his underground dwelling spent their time crying, they spent their time trying to make their lives better by working to find more food and water, especially once Noah was in charge after his parents died. But instead of dwelling on the naked girl or his past, he turned his attention to Sara once again. <br><br>"I understand you miss them. Your husband. I'm sorry to say that I don't think he is coming back, Sara. And if we happen to run into him, the raiders will kill him in front of you just to upset you. Once you start to fight them, they are going to tie you up, kick the shit out of you and rape you until you no longer want to live and then they will shoot you like you were nothing. Is that what you want?" Noah's voice was shaky. Of all of the current captives, Sara was probably his favorite. At least she was productive and didn't spend her time weeping. "Because that is not what I want. One day when the time is right, all of us captives will fight and we will win and we will escape." The ginger made sure to say the last part extremely quietly so nobody else but he and her would hear it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 01:46:50</strong>
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				Steve had been laying low, in the back of the pack, in fact he wasn't really going anywhere. He had decided that on the ride in was the best time to try out his engine, and truthfully it would have made for an awe inspiring entrance. Though either he didn't connect something right, the fuel injector failed, or there just wasn't enough fuel to power it, whatever the reason his car had stopped outside of town. He had gotten his orders, but it didn't look like they were going to be doing him any good as he slowly opened the door to his car. He let out a small sigh as he small a small puff of smoke rise out of the back where the jet engine was. He took a few steps towards it before pausing, and looking at the town, wondering whether he should just leave it for now and head in or try and fix it. He was in his calmer mood as the sudden lost of the engine had dropped him out of being all gun ho for the raid.<br><br>Steve took a few steps closer to the engine and peered through his goggles and over the roof to the back of the engine to see if he could see what was wrong. He was slightly relieved and disappointed by what he saw, a critter or something, looked like it had decided that his engine was its new home and when he turned it on, well the thing got forcible evicted. Letting out a much larger sigh he quickly stepped towards the engine and removed the dead thing from the engine and looked it over, wondering whether it could be food. Finally deciding, after maybe a bite, that it was too far burnt and it tasted like fuel that it wasn't worth keeping and threw it out onto the ground. Once down he finally made his way back inside his car and removed his goggles and rummaged through his glove box for his mask. <br><br>While Steve was looking he heard the others yelling out of the radio and something about the general store, it all seemed so far away as he felt something hard and metallic. He looked out the window with a blank stare as he pulled the object out of the glove box and put it on the dash in front of him. His gaze shifted downwards to look at the worn mask, it showed the scars of fights and marks of near misses with death. He ran is fingers slowly over the markings before looking back up to the town that had become a battlefield. A small smile began to form on his face as he raised the mask up, and with his eyes closed, he donned his mask. His twisted smile and facial expressions hidden from the world as he slowly opened his eyes and looked out upon the world through the red tinted goggles of the mask.<br><br>"Lets have some fun!" he shouted out to himself as he twisted the key and the engine roared. He then flattened the gas petal to the floor and raced towards the town as fast as he could, choosing to come up behind Dom's bus, if things had gone bad it was the safest place to be. He may be crazy, but that doesn't mean he wants to have any new openings in his body. "Sorry I'm late!" he said excited into the radio system "hope I didn't miss anything too good!" After apologizing, or rather just making his entrance, he stepped out of his car and looked at the bus and wondered where to go. Though as he wondered he would head to the back of his car and take out his crossbow, chainsaw, and his trusty wrench, no sense going into a fight unprepared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 01:47:16</strong>
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				Mika was working on the ties behind her back as she cried, tears were only flowing through her cheeks but she wasn’t really that much sad. Over the time a person grew up to be a good liar, especially on a world like that. She kept on moving on the ropes, she was thankful that she was working on it ever since they tied her up, now it was about time for her to get loose. When the ropes came off she finally sat down and wiped away her tears. Moving her legs to her she untied herself from them with a smile on her face, “Like hell I will remain in this place”.<br><br>She was tired of being the weak one of the group, she was ready to make a change. Being daring only got her in trouble, she needed to be smart and careful on what she would do from now on. The other captives had a bit of clothing at least she would need to behave well for awhile in order for her to get stuff. <em>Calm down Mika, be smart and not daring and you will get out of this mess. Just take your time and behave make them think you will behave at least. Alone I cannot do it I need help from other captives, I need to be friendly with them at least. </em>.&nbsp; She looked at the man next to her and smirked to him, “Hi. Sorry about that if they heard me crying at least they would keep me on the back of their minds”.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 02:06:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)<br>On Dom's bus<br></strong><br><hr></div><br>Even though Noah spoke in hushed tones, Sara raised a finger to her lips, shooting a wary glance toward the bound girl. Of course she wanted more then Noah described. She also wanted more for the kid then his being used as a reluctant cum receptacle.&nbsp; Noah was perhaps the only soul swept up in this traveling hell hole she trusted. Her eyes welled with sympathy as she fought off a charmed smile, fearing it might give the appearance she wasn't taking the good kid seriously. It wasn't right to grin at his talk of noble rebellion. <br><br>"<strong>Hey. It's ok</strong>." She sighed, wanting to embrace him with gratitude but finding the presence of the girl inhibiting her to do so some how. It was a strangely common sight around the camps and it startled Sara as to just how unfazed it left her. Still the new slave's presence nulled any potential for a warm moment between she and Noah - well, almost. Even though her situation among the Coyotes was likely to get a whole lot worse before there was the slightest hope of it getting any better, Noah, despite his tinge of naivete, had reminded her all was not lost.<br><br>"<strong>Thanks, hero.</strong>" She snickered, reliving the way in which he'd seized her. At that, Sara expelled a sigh. The gunfire had begun to lull and that only meant one thing. <br><br>"<strong>They'll be back soon... oh.</strong>" Sara blinked at the unnamed slave as the ropes slumped from her wrists. She's have to keep that particular skill in mind. <br><br>Looking anywhere but the girl's nakedness, Sara palmed the back of her neck. "<strong>I'm not exactly in the position to criticize anyone's escape plans at the moment, but we're probably going to have to tie you back up. Can't have whoever left you like that thinking we trifled with their...work. It would be bad for you, bad for us. Noah...?</strong>" She asked looking to her fellow captive for his take on the situation.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 02:24:27</strong>
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				"Alright, good job. We got anymore Heroes in this group? Anyone else feel like trying to get themselves killed while their friends watch?" Ricky paused for a moment. "No? Good. All of you sit down and keep your hands on your head, and most importantly of all, DON"T FUCKING MOVE!"<br><br>He moved to the door way that led to the stairs and shouted up them, keeping an eye on the group of captives and on the girl who was laying on the floor with her hands cuffed. "Hey Dom, anything up there?" He waited for the other man's response and then moved back to the room.<br><br>"So, listen up, here's what is going to happen to you. Most of you will probably be left alone, maybe a little roughed up by still alive. Some of the wounds will be treated as well, we don't want to destroy your town, just rob it. In exchange for your lives, we are going to take whatever we want, and then leave you folks in peace, so long as nobody tries what this idiot did." He gestured to the body of the girl who had taken a shot at him. "Does everyone here understand that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 02:45:52</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Maria in the Town Hall</span><br><br>Maria let her hands rest on the top of her head and cast a glance at V. She hoped that the other woman would behave, just keep her head down and then Raiders would just leave her alone. She wanted to say something, to ask V to just do what she had been told so that she would not be hurt any more. She remained quiet though simply sitting there with her hands on the top of her head. <br><br>She just hoped that V would under stand. She was doing what she was told&nbsp; just so she could maybe walk out of here when everything was said and done. She watched the man, Ricky the woman had called him as he explained what would happen to them all. She looked away when he called V and idiot and said to not be like her.&nbsp; V in Maria's opinion had done something rather brave. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 02:48:12</strong>
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				The fact that nobody came running out of the town hall meant Lilly and/or Rick had gotten the situation back under control. He turned his attention back to the bus, but everything seemed peaceful now on that front. With that he walked toward the back of the building, his eyes sweeping the area. Then something caught his interest. He'd missed it on ground level, but from up here he could see what looked like the tail end of a motorcycle somebody had hastily tried to bury under a tire pile. He brought up the radio, continuing to scan the area as he spoke "Big Tim. Got what looks like a salvagable bike buried under the tires behind the Hall. No sign of who tried to hide it. Yet. Rick, assuming that pop I heard wasn't your brains gettin' sprayed across the wall ask the locals in there who that thing belongs to."<br><br>He spoke low so his voice wouldn't carry down. He did not think the Bike belonged to anyone in there. None of them really looked like the motorcycle type to him. But before he ordered a sweep of the alleyway he wanted to be sure. His eyes keyed in on a few places where an adult could reasonably hide. The trash pile stuck out a bit in that regard. Then he saw it. Boot prints in the dirt. Once he focused his eyes he traced them from the pile of trash to the pile of tires. He smirked a bit, then knelt to make himself a harder target and stabilize his aim.<br><br>"Think I got me a game of hide and seek in the trash pile out back gang." he said into the radio, before focusing his aim on the trash pile to cover whoever came to flush out it's occupant. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 02:51:50</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>-Edge of Town, Near Dom's Bus-</strong></span><br><br>Steve eventually got all of his gear together and walked out from behind the bus to look over the town. He could see Tim up the street little more then a few feet way from him, other then that the streets were pretty bare. "FUCK!" he shouted out as he kicked the dirt "you guys didn't save any fun for me" he said frustrated at the turn of events. "Hell I bet even you saw more action then me, you little fucker" he said turning to look up at Twitch. Though he didn't even wait for an answer as he began to walk further in the town and look around the buildings. "I am going to look around and see if I can stir up some fun, since there's not much fucking else to do" he said slightly down as he made his way further into town. <br><br>Steve was angry and frustrated, he had gotten all worked up for nothing, and that is not a good thing as he needs something to vent his anger on. Since most of the work seemed to be done he decided if there was anyone still hiding shooting generally either brought them out or killed them, either way worked for him. So he readied his crossbow, flipping a small switch, and set it to automatic mode and narrowed his sites on the first house, looking through the windows and doors to see if anyone was in there. He shot one bolt straight through and watched to see if anything moved, not seeing anything he moved forward towards the alley and looked down both of them, but he didn't see Kriss she was too well hidden, but didn't stop him from shooting a bolt straight down the alleyway towards piles of junk. Most likely it wouldn't hit her, as he was aiming pretty wildly and had no idea anyone was there, but the bolts pack quite a punch so they could go through a barrel or at least make it move. If she was lucky and didn't move or get too freaked he might just keep moving on, either way Steve was still looking down the alleyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 02:57:51</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky, in the town hall</strong><br><br>Ricky suddenly felt very foolish, remembering he had clipped his radio to his belt before leaving the bike. "Got it Dom." He replied quickly. Kneeling down in front of the woman he had dragged away from the group, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled so that she was looking at him while still laying on her stomach.<br><br>"Hey there Hero" He pronounced the word as though it left a bad taste in his mouth. "Got a question for you. Anyone in this town ride a motorbike?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 03:02:35</strong>
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				<strong>V, in the Town Hall</strong><br><br>The girl was trembling in his grip, a few more quiet sobs of pain wracking her as he pulled her hair. "No!... no, no one who lives here rides a bike, I swear!" Her reply was frantic; she was scared out of her wits, completely cowed into compliance. V doubted it would help at this point, but maybe if she was good, they wouldn't do as much to her before she died. Hell, maybe that grizzled old man's advice about her tattoo would come true, and she wouldn't die.<br><br>Then again, maybe that wouldn't be such a good thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 03:15:14</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky, Town Hall</strong><br><br>"That's odd, because my associate just saw a motorbike outside that doesn't belong to anyone in our gang." He said to her, not letting go of her hair. The position she was in gave him a nice view down her shirt. "Lying isn't exactly something that will help you now, you know. Whoever it is will be found, and you will be the one who tried to be a hero all over again." He leaned in close to her face. "You know what happens to heroes? They die. Usually it's quick but this time I think it will be a long drawn out process. So I'll ask you again is there anyone in town who has a bike?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 03:19:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Maria Town Hall</span><br><br>"Uh... Well... There was a person who road a bike into town before you all got here. They are not from town though, I don't know where they went. I did't hear the bike leave." Maria said quietly her eyes on the floor. She was red in the face, that teded to happe when she actually had to speak more then the few words she was comfortable with. She looked up finally, "Please leave her alone?" She did not want V to be hurt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 03:50:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Town Hall (end of post)<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Storming &amp; Securing Houses 1 &amp; 2; Bringing Prisoner; Staking A Claim<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Ricky<br><br>Giga parked near the bus. His vehicle was one of the slower ones, but that lack of speed came with it durability and all-terrain capability. The back and forth on the radio was the same old same old, and Giga did not even bother to respond to it. Maybe someone would take issue with it later, maybe not: Giga did not, in the moment, particularly give a fuck. He looked through the back of his HMMWV, looking at all the weapons that he would not be using because the orders were no killing. He looked at the grenade launcher, so empty and forlorn, and felt a deep pang of sadness that he had no ammunition for the thing. There was not even the thought that, next time, he could employ it to create explosions and carnage and run wild and free. He had warmer thoughts as looked over the rest of his weapons, feeling his heart flutter at the 7.62mm bullets that fed into the machine guns he kept. If Giga knew about the existence, or alleged existence, of God or something similar, he would no doubt give thanks every day that he had been blessed with weapons chambered for 7.62mm. <br><br>As it was, though, he selected his pistol and his ballistic shield. The pistol had decent stopping power with its .45ACP, but he could shoot someone and they could live and then doc could patch them up. And maybe they would get better, but who knew? Giga performed a quick brass check and general inspection, but the weapon was in working order. He had his bowie knife at his belt. There were so many more instruments of destruction that called out to him, reminding him of all the good times they had together in the past and entreating him to use them, so that this raid could be just as awesome and fun as the previous raids. But Giga just the door on them, leaving them secured in the up-armoured vehicle. Giga walked at a slow pace because he felt no special urgency, not because he was weighed down. The big raider was easily the biggest of the bunch, both in height and mass. He was jacked up as all fuck and it worked to his advantage as he wore heavy armour now: pieces from combat armour, riot gear, a bomb suit, and who knew what else. And the fucking ballistic shield. The thing was a back-breaker for a limp-dicked limp-wrist like Twitch, but Giga carried it around like Twitch carried the perpetual shame of being a perennial fuck-up. Which was to say that Giga was so accustomed to the weight that he was no longer really conscious of it and it was essentially a part of him.<br><br>While the rest of the raiders seemed to have the town hall taken care of - something that irked Giga, but such were the privileges of rank - he went off to search the houses. He entered the first across from the town hall, breaching the front door easily. He did a room by room sweep, encountering no resistance on the ground floor. The big guy broke discipline to pocket a couple cans of peaches - who knew if they would be good? They were still sealed. In any event, Giga tucked them into a pouch at his waist. He took the stairs up to the next floor, edging over a tripwire as he cleared them. There was an impact on the ballistic shield and then a jostling of metal - it looked like a spear gun or some kind of pneumatic weapon had discharged. The viewport on the shield was narrow, so Giga could not pinpoint where the object had come from.<br><br>"Come on out. I'm supposed to take you alive. This's just a smash and grab. Cooperate and no one's going in the dirt." The huge raider called out. <br><br>"Like fuck, you soulless piece of shit!" Came an angry voice, and a red-haired male stuck his head out to hurl something at Giga. Whatever it was, it bounced off and landed on the ground, harmless and inert. It appeared to be a frying pan. There was some grease on the cooking surface, suggesting that it had been in use as the raid had begun.<br><br>Giga advanced. He stormed into the room, and just found the one guy behind an overturned wooden desk. He had a wooden chairleg in both hands, the discarded pneumatic gun discarded beside him. Giga dwarfed the red-head, and holstered his pistol and let the ballistic shield fall to the ground. While he was no virtuoso of fisticuffs like Dom, Giga was good enough to take down one scrub villager. Seeing Giga disarm, the redhead made the mistake of rushing. He must have thought he would have a window of opportunity, and Giga's lip turned up into a sneer behind his mask. The big man shoved his shoulder forward, slamming his bulk into the oncoming red-head. This not only stopped the oncoming townie, but it knocked him back, hard. The townie hit the desk that he had taken refuge behind only moments before, and hit his head on the way down. It put him out for the count. Giga noted that the townie had a club foot, which probably explained why he had not made it to the town hall with the other townsfolk.<br><br>Unlike the others, Giga did not have cuffs or anything, so he had to improvise, and used a spare shirt to bind the townie's hands behind his back. Giga hauled the guy along, and picked up his shield on the way out. Down the stairs he hoisted the townie over his shoulder, stepping over the trip wire again. He would have to remember to mention to someone that the trap was there - probably Steve. Little gearhead knew all about that sort of shit. Giga dumped his current load down on the ground, secured and unconscious, before proceeding into the next house, drawing his pistol. He found, unfortunately, that there was no action to be had. He cleared the ground floor and the second floor, encountering no resistance. He did succeed in finding a concealed door that led to a basement and a still: home-made liquor was stored in sealed jugs off against the wall while more was distilled. The huge raider made a mental note so as to pass it along: they would have to haul it up and take it after things were secured. And keep Twitch the fuck away from it all; if he did not drop it, then he was liable to drink too much of it. Well more than the little fucker earned.<br><br>Giga worked his way up and out, trundling along to collect the unconscious red-head. Giga holstered his gun to carry the unconscious man unceremoniously into the town hall, winding his way into the area where they had all of the prisoners kept. The big raider dumped the prisoner alongside the rest of them, taking stock of who was there and what they looked like. He hoped that no one had laid a claim on anyone yet.<br><br>The enormous man's eye was caught by one of the females. A cute little red-headed slip of woman. He looked at her, saw the red flush of her face, and smiled behind the mask. "I want this one." Giga said, his voice deep and powerful, filled with a rolling, rich cadence that gave every word he spoke a disproportionate heaviness. The big man spoke more to himself than to Ricky or Lilly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 04:34:22</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Warren Keyes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near my ambulance, middle of town<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Fixed up a random raider and now head to house six to see what I can find.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Nobody<br><br><br>Warren noticed most of the raiders stormed the main hall and he figured they could handle themselves. Once the cost was clear, Warren ran to the raider that was laying in the street. As Warren approached the raider, he could hear the man groaning in pain. <strong>"Let's see what the damage is." </strong>He said, inspecting the wound. <strong>"Oh, come on. It's not that painful."</strong> He said, reaching into his bag for some tweezers and gauze. <strong>"This though...this might hurt a little."</strong> He wiped down the wound and looked at the man. <strong>"Deep breath."</strong><br><br>The tweezers plunged into the wound as Warren began digging around for the bullet. The raider breathed deeply through his teeth as he tried not to look at the wound. Warren quickly located it, pulled it out, and held it against the sunlight. <strong>"Not bad."</strong> He said with a grin, now sterilizing the wound and inspecting it again. Stitches were going to be needed so Warren quickly sew the wound shut and wrapped it in gauze. <br><br>Warren hurriedly tossed everything into his bag and stood up, leaving the wounding man to get up himself. <strong>"How's it feel?" </strong>The raider stood up and brushed himself off before applying pressure to it. "It's good but I'm going to head back." The raider said before picking up his rifle and walking off. Warren focused his attention back on the other houses and noticed a few of them being raided by his gang. He didn't notice anybody in the third left house, so he decided to go see if there was anything in it. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 07:49:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Tim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Just outside the Town Hall then inside the Town Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Meeting up with Giga and Ricky then giving some orders<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ricky, Gigia, Korryn, and Dom<br>Tim didn't pay Korryn's struggles much mind as he kept his eyes on the door to the town hall. In his mind he was slowly counting down from 10. Which was in his experience all the time needed for conflicts involving guns and small rooms to decide themselves. Once the ten seconds passed and there was no sign further gunfire Tim decided things had most likely been figured out. He calmly re-slung his rifle, picked the supply bag back up, and proceeded to half lead half drag Korryn into the town hall.<br><br>Along the way Tim's radio went off with Dom's voice "Big Tim. Got what looks like a salvagable bike buried under the tires behind the Hall. No sign of who tried to hide it. Yet. Rick, assuming that pop I heard wasn't your brains gettin' sprayed across the wall ask the locals in there who that thing belongs to." the young man said, followed a second or two later by "Think I got me a game of hide and seek in the trash pile out back gang."<br><br>Tim smiled widely at the news, a new vesicle was always a great find, at best it gave them extra striking power and at worse it was spare parts, which were valuable in and of themselves! <strong>"Great to hear"</strong> he said <strong>"Go ahead and check it out, once you've got the situation secured go ahead and start bringing the bike to the front of the town hall I want everyone to meet up there so we can start tallying up what we want to take and then get ready to saddle up and move out." </strong><br><br><br>Once inside the town hall he forcefully shoved Korryn towards the space where the other townsfolk were cowering. As he did so he made sure to stick out his foot just enough for the girl to trip over it, knowing that it would be damn hard for her to catch her balance without the use of her hands. <br><br><strong>"So"</strong> he said to both Ricky and Giga <strong>"What have we got so far? And is it ready to be moved outside?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 13:42:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/nokia-n8/auto-assault-girl.jpg)<br><strong>Kriss</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Back corner of house #7, close to #6<br>&nbsp; <strong>Summary:</strong> Jumping out of behind<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;the barrels to attack Steve<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tagged: </strong> Steve, Dom<br><hr></div>Kriss was patiently waiting, hidden behind some rusty barrels, all her senses focused. There had been more shooting, mostly coming from the Town Hall, but now things seemed to have quieted down. All the villagers were probably dead or subdued. Now the looting was going to start, she knew it from experience, although she usually was part of the looters.<br><br>The man she had already seen suddenly appeared on the roof of the hall. She squatted lower, peering through an interstice between two barrels as he scanned his surroundings. She stopped breathing. She saw him peer at the pile of tires where she had hidden her bike and then explore the garbage area that was piled up behind the house. Her heart missed a beat. He had seen something! Fear clenched her throat. She saw him talk in his radio and then crouch and aim his powerful gun in her general direction.<br><br>That was it! He had not yet seen her, or he would probably have shooted her already, but he had seen something and had called someone to investigate. What could she do now? Her mind was churning at high speed, considering her options. They were slight indeed. Shooting him was out of question. She would need to get a better line of sight on him and he would have killed her before she had even stabilised her aim. Surrendering was out of question. Being caught was worse than being killed. She could run away and might even avoid being shooted in the back if she ran in an unpredictable fashion but whereto? There was only desert around. Nowhere to hide, nothing to drink or eat.<br><br>No, there was only one thing to do: stand up and shoot at the man. This would ensure he would aim to kill her. This would be a quick death, the preferable of all possible outcomes. She was about to stand up when she heard a metallic impact a few yards behind her, very much like the impact of one of her own crossbow bolts. Someone was approaching down the alley, shooting at random. In a moment, he would attack her from behind.<br><br>And then a crazy plan emerged in her mind, an ultimate chance of escaping this mess. The moment the man appeared beyond the corner, Kriss would be right between him and the shooter on the roof. Surely, he would not risk to kill his friend... At least, Kriss was ready to bet on this and if she were wrong, she would just die quickly. If she could kill the newcomer quickly enough, she might be able to run between the house and steal whatever vehicle he had come with and escape.<br><br>Kriss slowly spun by 180°, staying crouched. She put down her crossbow and got ready to jump forward. Second later, a man wearing a metal mask passed the corner of the house. He was not more than two yards away. Kriss jumped from behind the barrels, yelling a high-pitched scream that she knew could freeze her opponents' blood in their veins. Before she even touched the ground, her bike-chain had swished through the air in a wide arc as she aimed to tear the crossbow from the man's hands. She rushed towards him, intending to shove him down and run like a panther up the alley, protected from the sharpshooter by the house.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC tactical note</div><div class="spoiler_body">Steve is coming down the alley between #7 and #6. Kriss is attacking him at the corner. She is either right in between Dom and Steve, or house #7 is preventing Dom from shooting her.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 17:57:39</strong>
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				"Shit." He muttered, unable to get a clear firing angle on her. His first shot when she broke cover had been a deliberate miss...she was pretty. Definitely a 'keeper' for the Raiders. But the price of missing on purpose was giving her the oppurtunity to reach a better position where he couldn't get a clean bead on her. And he wasn't entirely sure Steve could deal with her on his own long enough for Dom to run downstairs and take a better position. <br><br>He brought the radio up quick. "I lost my shot. Need a few more people out here. Looks like this one's got some real fight in her, and she's playing for keeps. By the time if I try to get down and find a better angle that means leaving Steve completely uncovered for a minute. " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 18:13:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Town Hall</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Just arrived in <br>the hall, observing.</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>(Briefly) Tim, Giga, <br>Maria, Ricky, V, <br>and Dom.</strong></div> It took a moment for her eyes to adjust once again from coming inside from the bright outside. At first, the room appeared to be nothing but dark with the shapes of figures in it. After a few moments though, she was able to see all of the other people who were captures, as well as the other few raiders. Her thoughts were cut off by Tim's shove, tripping as he kicked one of her legs from under her. She landed on her side next to the red head girl. Mariah or Mary or something. She knew she had lived in town. Her landing knocked the breath out of, a pain ripple from shoulder, to her chest, to her other shoulder. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a somewhat annoyed sighed once the pain passed enough for her to roll onto her back and then sit out.<br><br>Now she got a look look at everyone. First and foremost her eyes were drawn to the monstrous figure in the body suit. <em>Jesus fucking Christ!</em> She thought to herself, making a mental note to get into as little physical confrontations with that man as possible. Then she saw the girl, Lily. How had she managed to join the group and not end up handcuffed like she was? And lastly, Ricky. Didn't he seem like the soldier boy? Taking orders and getting the job done. Still, out of anyone she'd seen so far, Tim unsettled her the most.<br><br>She then looked over to the others who had been captured. She imagined the men would be most likely let go, unless female rambo wanted some toys to take with her. The cute redhead though, and the brunette handcuffed on her ground, well, they were in the same spot as her. For Korryn, gang members weren't anything new. She'd watched her father befriend them, drink with them, and then that led to him passing she and his mother around. Granted, none of those groups were ever as... diverse as this one appeared to be.<br><br>Then she heard Dom's voice over the other raider's radios. She tried not to smirk outwardly, moving her head to shake some of her mussed, blonde locks out of her face. <em>Go, girl.</em> She thought to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 18:57:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Noah<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Twitch, Mika, Dom</div> Noah shook his head and smiled. He couldn't blame Sara for not wanting to get near Mika. He personally didn't want to get near her either, but if it saved them from a severe beating, then he would do what he had to. The ginger pulled himself up, making sure he moved Sara out of the way before he did so. Before he moved anywhere, Noah pulled up his khaki pants which were a size too big. Maybe if he ate more he would still be able to fit the pants he was taken in. <br><br>"Sit up," Noah commanded, pulling Mika up so that she was on her knees in front of him. He snatched the ropes from the floor of Dom's bus and got behind the slender, naked girl. "If you try anything rash again, I personally will stop you." Noah said loud enough so that all of the other captives on the bus could hear him. "Whether we like it out not, we belong to them. And I'm gonna tell you the truth in this world you use what you have to stay alive." Noah started to tie the ropes as tight as he could, pretty much hog tying Mika so there was no way she could possibly get out of it. <br><br>"I've been here long enough to say that I care about every single one of you, but if any of you put yourselves in danger, you are also putting all of us in danger and that is something I will not tolerate. The next person that tries to escape when we reach the next town wont have time to worry about Dom or Twitch or Big Tim because I will knock you out and drag your ass back on this bus, do you understand?" Noah pushed Mika down back in her fetal position on the ground with his booted foot. "You need to start crying." He said to Mika before he went back to sit down next to Sara. Every captive was quiet, the only thing that could be heard was the soft sobs emitting from Mika. <br><br>"You know when I said that I didn't mean you, right?" Noah rested his head on Sara's shoulder, his skinny arm coiling into the crook of hers. "I'd still bring your skinny ass back on this bus, but not knock you out in the process." The ginger nudged an elbow gently into her ribs, smiling lovingly as he did so.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 19:35:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Enjoying a few last moments <br>before the raiders return.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Twith, Mika<br><hr></div><br>Sara observed Noah with a raised brow, lips pursed in surprise. The ginger kid had it in him to be stern when the moment called for it. It was as impressive as it was heartbreaking in equal measure - to see how a life of survival was molding the young man in to a character of pragmatic action... or inaction as the case may be. Passively taking it up every orifice one moment, single handedly diffusing a rebellion the next. She would have rather Mika have been treated more delicately, but she was in no position to criticize, especially after having non-verbally shrugged off the task of dealing with her to Noah. <br><br>"<strong>Oh-ho. Guess I should consider myself lucky</strong>." Sara mused as she settled back into her place. Her strained smile quickly faded as the sounds of Mika's sobbing filled the silence. Fighting off a wave of guilt, Sara turned her attentions to her book pile. This was generally where she stored scrap food left over from preparing Coyote meals, as it was the least likely place on the bus most raiders would disturb. She uncovered a small block wrapped in a white cloth and passed it toward Noah. "<strong>Cornbread. It's sweet. And you need it by the look of you.</strong>" She chided, gaze dropping to his ill-fitting clothes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 19:47:19</strong>
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				<strong>&nbsp; Location:</strong> Engaging Kriss<br><strong>&nbsp; Summary:</strong> Being attacked by Kriss, followed by a counter attack, and crazy!<br><strong>&nbsp; Tagged:</strong> Kriss, Dom<br><br>Steve had been waling down the alleyway randomly firing, when he finally heard Dom over the radio saying there was someone down the alleyway near where he had been firing. He paused for a second as he let this fact sink in and though his mask covered his face it showed in his eyes, the twisted idea he had. His smile grew wider as he thought about what was to come, and he readied his crossbow scanning the alleyway as he moved ready for some good times. He didn't have to wait long before he rounded the corner and Kriss came bursting out swinging her chain like a madwoman and letting out a mad shriek.<br><br>Her scream and sudden burst did surprise Steve, but it didn't make his blood run cold, instead it fired him up more. A normal man might have been frozen longer, or in his normal mood made him just move back and let her run by, but he had sunk so far down that all remained with his dark side. That side wanted a fight, wanted to break something, wanted to take something beautiful and break it for the sheer pleasure of it. He was no normal man and right now he was something that he was very rarely, serious, and that was generally a bad thing, for everyone. It meant he was going to win, even if he broke his own body, he wasn't going to back down and he was going to fight all out.<br><br>When he recovered from the initial shock her chain was already coming in an arc towards him and he had to react or he might lose the fight before it truly started. He let go of his crossbow with his left hand and with his other swung it in an arc to meet the chain. Once the chain met his weapon he would twist it around, he was trying to wrap the chain around his weapon. Once his weapon had gotten entangled he would quickly pull it down to his side hoping to accelerate he decedent towards him. If she let go of the chain he would just throw his weapon away taking her chain with it, as it was the best move he could make. His crossbow wouldn't help much in close quarters and he chain was more deadly at this range so it gave him a chance to throw away his weapon and disarm her.<br><br>If she didn't let go, actually either way, he twisted his body as he discarded his crossbow, even if the chain didn't wrap around it, to put his entire weight into his punch. If she was going to charge him he was going to use her own speed against her and throw a punch right at her chest, making it harder to dodge. Steve wasn't the strongest and wasn't the best fighter, but his quick body and mind, coupled with his intelligence made him a force to reckon with. As he threw his punch he let out a bellow of a roar, which could have been heard by everyone near a radio as he had turned on his radio in his mask. To those who had been with the gang long enough might remember his first and only true serious fist fight. It would have been a bloody, crazy, and disturbing fight. In the end Steve won against a better opponent but both him and his opponent were bloody and broken. The only thing that wouldn't have been broken would have been his twisted smile that only grew larger as he would look at the fallen opponent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 19:51:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Noah<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Eating Cornbread with Sara<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Mika, Twitch </div> "We should all consider ourselves lucky Sara. It takes a certain kind of person to live out in this world alone. We are just lucky we have one another and that the raiders that we belong to aren't much worse than what they are." Noah had encountered worse Raiders before. Killed them before. Watched some of his people die while these said raiders tried to take over. They were smaller groups than what the raider group that they were in now, but that just seemed to make them worse and more sadistic. <br><br>"Thank you," he said, taking the cornbread and breaking off a little piece and chewing it thoroughly as if to get all of the flavor out before he swallowed it. He broke off a bigger piece and put that in his mouth, chewing it the same way. Noah turned his gaze to Mika, who's sobbing was less crazed. He handed the cornbread over before picking up the small girl into his lap and feeding her a small amount of bread, then letting her back down to the floor of the bus. Noah offered some to the other captives, they only wanted just a tiny bit, not even enough to chew really, then he turned to Sara, breaking off a bigger piece for her. "I haven't had cornbread this good since my momma made it for me before she died. You are sweet and strong like her, you know that?" Noah nudged her again and laughed. He stopped once he heard Twitch on top of the bus. Soon the tweaker's head was poking in through the roof. <br><br>"What is all the commotion in here about?" Twitch's voice cut through the air, sending chills down Noah's spine. The slender, cracked out man pulled himself down through the hatch, landing perfectly on his feet, now looking down at Noah and Sara. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 21:15:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Held at gunpoint by Twitch<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Twith, Mika<br><hr></div><br>In many ways, Noah was more of a man then any of the Coyotes could ever claim to be. <br><br>She hoped she would live long enough to see who he would become. <br><br>Sara managed to force down the remainder of her cornbread before directing her wary gaze up toward Twitch. So much for savoring the last moments before the raiders returned. Beneath the grime and chemical dependency lurked a decent enough human being, but he was also a small man with a lot to prove. Mika recoiled further in on herself and with good reason. Something was wrong. There was a feral, shark-like look in Twitch's saucer eyes. And he was even more agitated then usual. Sara Had the impression that he had bitten off (snorted, swallows, or injected) more then he could chew. <br><br>His animal gaze shifted to Noah alone and it lingered long enough to give Sara pause to wonder. The tension became too much to bear.<br><br>"<strong>Loyd,</strong>"&nbsp; Sara cautioned lowly, summoning up Twitch's birth name. She spoke in the slow careful tones with which you'd adress a man perched on the edge of a building. "<strong>Everyone will be back soon and you know Dom doesn't like you on the bus...</strong>"<br><br>Normally the mere mention of Dom's name would be enough to send Twitch scrambling up to his post on the roof, but not today. In a flash a pistol was brandished in Sara's face, wavering within an inch from her temple where it trembled precariously. <br><br>"<strong>You shut up. Just shut the fuck up. <em>You</em> do NOT get to tell me what to do.</strong>" He commanded in a squeak strained with high emotion. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 21:42:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/nokia-n8/auto-assault-girl.jpg)<br><strong>Kriss</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Alley between houses #7 and #6<br>&nbsp; <strong>Summary:</strong> Jumping over Steve,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; trying to coil her chain around his throat<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tagged: </strong> Steve<br><hr></div>Kriss' experienced eyes saw everything like in slow motion: her opponent using his crossbow to parry her attack, her chain coiling itself around it a couple of times, getting entangled in the mechanism, its momentum just failing to push his arm against his chest. His mask was hiding his face, making his emotions difficult to assess, but from his body language it was clear he was not going to flee or let her pass by freely. He was even clenching his right first, probably to punch her.<br><br>Kriss was not sure what he was going to do with his crossbow, but as the chain was far from taut, she did not risk to have it yanked from her hand. Still, she was ready to drop it if it became necessary. She reacted with the swiftness of a panther. Her legs were strong, muscular as those of a runner. After her cunning, they were her strongest advantage. She suddenly crouched and jumped high in the air, doing a flip over the masked man whose fist was punching at the space her body had just occupied.<br><br>As she rotated in mid-air, her black mane brushed against his head. She was pivoting so as to land on her feet, either just behind him, or squarely on his back if he did not lunge as far forward as she had anticipated him to do. In all cases, she would be facing his back and ready to coil her chain around his throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 22:20:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<strong>Name:</strong> Noah<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Fight For Your Life<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Twitch, Mika </div> Twitch had gone off the deep end this time, and Noah did not have the want or the patience to deal with him tweaking out with his gun against Sara's temple. Between Mika crying and Twitch being an unimaginable twacked out douche bag, Noah was starting to get a little bit salty. All he and Sara wanted to do was have a nice time alone before the raiders came back and fucked it all up. But no. That's not how it worked out after the apocalypse. <br><br>"Twitch..." Noah's voice was calm. He was usually calm under pressure. "Twitch!" But not this time. His voice took on a tone that said 'look at me'. And that's exactly what Twitch did. His cracked out eyes moved over to Noah's steely blue ones. His eyes were filled with anger, fear and something else he couldn't pin down. Noah made sure that Twitch held his eyes on him, not on Sara. Good, that's exactly what the young redhead wanted. Noah pushed Sara out of the way of the gun, knocking her onto her side and quickly his leg shot up, kicking the gun out of Twitch's grasp and into his own hand. The pistol was disassembled in seconds and thrown to the ground on either side of Noah. <br><br>"You've got no gun, and you sure as hell can't take me on, what the hell are you going to do Twitch?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 22:41:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Behind Town Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Preparing to join fight<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Steve, Wolf Girl, <br>anyone else coming to the scene<br>&nbsp;of the action<br><hr></div><br>Even at a sprint, running back to the stairs, down them, then through the hall, out the back door, and across the terrain would leave Steve on his own for about half a minute. In a fight, half a minute is eternity. He scanned the area, and nodded. A solid awning about twelve or fifteen feet below him. He slung the shotgun strap over his shoulder, and vaulted over the edge of the roof. landing on the awning. It buckled a bit under his weight but he rolled forward, dropping another ten feet to the ground. Another roll to arrest the momentum brought him up in a crouch. In a few more moments he'd be able to back Steve up directly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 23:05:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Reassembling a gun. Shit!<br>Fuck! Gah!<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Twith, Mika<br><hr></div><br><em>Hrugh! </em>The air was pounded out of Sara's lung's as she hit the bus floor. She looked up through the tangled mass of her hair just in time to see Twitch deliver a resounding answer to Noah's question - with a tightly balled fist. Fueled by god knows whatever psychotic substance was pulsing through his veins, Twitch lunged for Noah with a strength infinitely greater then his own. Scrambling to her knees, Sara fumbled for the various gun parts with the same shaking hands she'd searched the bus for supplies moments earlier, parts falling in and out of her grasp as she clawed them toward her. <br><br>Her eyesight vibrated and blurred with adrenaline as she fumbled with the parts. Devon had shown her how to do this more times then she could count, but she'd always been paying half-attention, the better part or her mind off somewhere designing a more efficient water filtration system or something else that seemed far more important at the time. She could practically hear his droning lecture carrying on. <br><br><em>The barrel is inserted into the bottom of the slide, and the recoil spring and it's guide are attached to... to what?! Oh shit! Fuck me! C'mon, c'mon!</em><br><br>The pieces were coming together. Mika was crying again - this time louder then before, and it was drowning out her thoughts. Sara just needed a moment's more time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 23:43:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Noah</strong></div><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> When skinny bitches on crack attack<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Mika, Twitch</div> Noah struggled to keep the fighting in control. Twitch may have been a skinny guy, but that didn't mean that he was weak. Or whatever drug he was on was making him extremely strong. For a second while he was on top of Noah, their hands locked together so Twitch couldn't break free and start attacking, he actually looked like a wild animal. Like the kind not even the hillbilly petting zoo will take. <em>This fuck really needs to get off.</em> The ginger put all of his strength into his knee and pushed up on Twitch's stomach followed by his foot so he could flip him backwards. The crackheads back slammed on the floor of the bus and Noah pulled himself up again. Twitch snarled and pounced again, a punch aimed at Noah's face that missed by centimeters. Still he was knocked to the floor again. <br><br>"You know I feel like you are just trying to get me on my back, Twitch." Noah joked as his fist collided with the side of Twitch's face, disorienting the tweaker just for a few seconds so that he could roll on top of Twitch and send a powerful punch into the crackheads testicles. Well, if he had any that is. That punch was followed by a powerful knee into his stomach. It was starting to come apparent to Noah that no matter what he did, Twitch obviously wasn't feeling any pain at the moment he was on such a high. Noah could get seriously fucked up if someone didn't intervene. <br><br>"Sara!" Noah called out, feeling a fist connect with his chest that sent a searing pain throughout his whole body. Twitch pulled out a small knife and plunged it right under his collar bone. It was just a tiny piece of metal though. Nothing large enough to hit anything that would kill him, it just hurt like hell. "Fuck the gun, we can take him together!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 00:13:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Holding a gun. Shit!<br>Fuck! Gah!<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Twith, Mika<br><hr></div><br>The Damned magazine was jammed, sticking a few crooked inches out of the frame. Sara pounded against it with her palm to no avail, groaning her frustration through tightly gritted teeth. The sharp sound of her name pulled her from her futile task, and without a further moment's delay she followed through on her comrade's orders. Twitch had rolled atop Noah once more, and was fighting to bring his small blade to the ginger's throat.<br><br>Flipping the gun, Sara's white knocked grasp locked around the barrel around brought the butt down with a sickening thud against the back of the tweaker's skull. In doing so the magazine finally clicked in to place. There was an awful yelp, followed by Twitch's dead weight flopping on the floor along side Noah. <br><br>Sara trained the pistol on Twitch, holding it once again as Devon had show her - albeit a little more shaky this time 'round. The raider stared back with his wild, bloodthirsty sight, but remained still. <br><br>"<strong>You should go.</strong>" Sara said lowly, with quiet certainty. Though she never took her eyes from Twitch, it was clear enough her words were meant for Noah. "<strong>The fallout for this... you know it's going to be... well, you know.</strong>" She scoffed, a sad smile tugging at the edge of her lips. "<strong>I have to stay, in case Devon comes back. No sense the both of us have to pay for this. Run. You'll never get a better chance. Take my maps. Take whatever else you need. Don't tell me where you're going.</strong>" Her words carried the tone of a resolute order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 00:51:12</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Town Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Reporting to Big Tim, Creeping On Maria<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Big Tim, Maria<br><br>Giga kept his blue eyes on Maria, looking intently at the pale woman's face. The more he stared the more his fixation grew, and the more he wanted her for himself. There was a part of Giga that rather despised the misuse the others put their captives through; despised how they failed to appreciate the nice things that they had in the crapsack world that, once used up, they might never, ever have again. His chest rose and fell steadily, his breathing shallow and relaxed. His gaze was steady and unblinking, and even if he was not leering at her charms like a lust-driven savage there was no escaping that his staring was untoward. <br><br><strong>"Cleared the first two houses across from here. One of them had that guy with the lame foot,"</strong> Giga gestured with his free hand towards the unconscious red-haired male he had trussed up and drug in. He reached into the pouch on his belt that he had stashed the peaches in. "Stairs had a tripwire on them; need Steve to disarm that shit. Found a few of these in the house, too. Not sure if it's still good; Old World stuff. Fuck, might not be food." The huge raider said, holding up the sealed metal container of peaches in heavy syrup for Big Tim's inspection. For all Giga knew it was not food, though his instincts told him it was: he had never in his life seen a fruit-bearing tree for real, and not an image from before, of the Old World that had now passed into dust and legend. <br><br><strong>"Second house has a still below ground. Had some jugs with some home-brew in them ready to get hauled up. Looked like heavy stuff. I can get on it if you want."</strong> The enormous raider finished, concluding everything he had to report about his action in the small town. The man's blue eyes never left the little red-head as he spoke in his deep, low voice. His voice lacked the overt dangerous theatricality of his outward appearance, but it lacked the calm menace of the elder raider that led the gang. In contrast, there was just something that Giga lacked compared to Big Tim, or Ricky, or Dom. It was missing from his eyes, too. Whatever it was, it set Giga apart from them in a distinctive way that made him as overtly dangerous as any of them, just in his own peculiar way. He shared it, somewhat, with Steve, when Steve got hard and heavy and into the real shit with bullets and blood and the red, red ultra-violence. But even then it was not the same. It gripped Giga more fully than it ever did Steve, and for Giga, there was no renouncing it to the sanity of intelligence.<br><br>There was a pause, and Giga turned his gaze away from Maria to look to Big Tim. Even though Giga was a foot taller and so much heavier than the older raider, it was always Big Tim in Giga's mind, and really, that was where it mattered most. <strong>"I want the red haired girl, boss. For mine and mine alone."</strong> He said, with all due respect and deference to the older raider. Not that Giga was ever disrespectful to his leader, but now it was especially pronounced, as it always was when he made his incredibly infrequent direct requests. <strong>"Can I have her, please?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 01:21:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Maria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Town Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Watching Giga, Korryn and Big Tim. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korryn, Giga, Big Tim<br><br>Maria had only cast a quick glance to the giant man who had joined them, mostly because she wanted to see who it was that he had with him. She winced slightly when he spoke. She forced herself to think that he was talking about something else when spoke about wanting something. She guessed though by the way he looked at her that she was simply being childish in that hope. Even with that tiny false hope in her mind her stomach was still twisted into knots. There was just something about the man that set her on edge, more so then the other raiders she had met.<br><br>She turned when another man entered, happy to have a distraction from the big man. The way the new man carried himself made her think he was higher up on the food chain then the two men already in the room. He had Korryn with him, she noticed. Though she quickly joined Maria and V on the floor. She raised her hands for moment the intention of trying to break&nbsp; Korryn's fall there, then she remembered the order to keep her hands on her head. She did look to make sure the woman was alright though.<br><br>She could feel that the masked man's eyes were on her even when she looked away, the held gaze bringing a soft blush to her cheeks. When he finally took his eyes off of her she relaxed slightly. Though as he asked the other man, now with no doubt their leader to have her the blush darkened and spread. She also looked to him wondering what the mans responce to the request would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 03:27:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Being the 'hero'<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Mika, Twitch</div> Noah watched in terror as the small metal blade inched closer and closer to his neck. Luckily Sara came to the rescue and smashed the butt of the pistol on the back of Twitch's head. Noah was relieved to be out of harm's way but he knew it wasn't going to last long. They had attacked a raider, and no matter if Twitch had attacked first, they still had no right according to their laws to attack first. <br><br>"I'm not going to leave, Sara. You should know that by now." Noah's voice got quiet. He didn't want to die, and he knew that attacking a raider was a grave offense that could possibly end him up dead. For the longest time Noah thought that he was ready to die just because he watched so many people get killed because of him. Now he was really starting to realize that was not that case. However if it came down to Sara or him, he would take the blame. Sara had more to lose by dying and there was at least another person who cared about her in the world. As of right now the only people that wanted him around were Chris and Matt and they only wanted him around because he was the token gay redhead that could take a dick up his ass and in his mouth at the same time like a champ. <br><br>"They may kill me for this, but I'll be damned if I am going to die curled up in a ball tied up and naked on the floor. If they kill me at least I'll still know who I am. I won't let them take that away from me." Noah tried to calm himself down a little. He was getting worked up and that's not how he should be right now. He should be calm and collected like he usually was. "What should we do with him, Sara?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 04:13:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Holding a gun. Shit!<br>Fuck! Gah!<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Dom, Twith, Mika<br><hr></div><br>For the first time in recent memory, Sara didn't have any answers. Noah's refusal to leave was as frustrating as it was expected, but she couldn't make him take to the dessert any more then she could give Twitch an instant detox. Her grip shifted over the pistol as her jaw shifted in contemplation. These were the feeble cards she was dealt, and no matter how she played them in her mind, the outcome looked grim for everyone involved. One option seemed a little less dire then others. <br><br>"<strong>Take this.</strong>" Sara offered, handing over the gun. She believed it went without saying that it ought to remain trailed in Twitch. <br><br>She moved quickly, before doubt could settle in and paralyze her toward the front of the vehicle. Scanning list of channels taped to the dash of the bus, she tuned the bus' radio to Dom's personal channel. <br><br>"<strong>Dom?</strong>" The radio hissed and popped and she turned it off, fearing her voice might waver. She palmed the sweat pooling on her brow and took a short steadying breath. "<strong>Dom come in.</strong>"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 06:34:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Steve<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outback getting into an awesome fist fight with a ninja... yeah you heard me... a NINJA!!!!<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Holy crap Steve be fighting a ninja, scratch that a flipping ninja!<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Kriss<br><br>Steve was a little impressed when the woman was able to quickly crouch down in the middle of an attack and jump, dodging his fist. Steve wasn't a slow person by far and reacted according to the constant changing flow of events. As he had already tossed his crossbow aside by this point he couldn't use that to gain leverage and he needed to follow through with his punch to hope of moving out of range, either that of try and attack her back when she was in the air to prevent her from dodging.<br><br>He quickly settled on a plan as he moved through his punch and further, as his should met with the ground. He rolled away from her and where she was landing clearing his back and body from being to close to her. It was done a bit haphazardly but he also managed to pick up a part of the chain that had been connected to the crossbow. He rose up, facing her, with the chain in his hand and gave it a good hard tug either trying to pull her closer or have her let go of the weapon.<br><br>Once in this position he then did something she probably wasn't expecting, he talked to her, albeit in a strange and rather happily creepy voice. "How about I make you a deal" he said quickly his other hand rising up to press a button, so the radio was full active and all the raiders could hear as well. "You fight me in a fist fight, no weapons for either of use, and if you win you can take me hostage or run, which ever you like, and in exchange I make sure it is just you and me?" he said rather happily, his mask hiding his growing smile. "Think about it, I am giving you the best option you got, and you know it cause you can't out run all of use or our guns with no vehicle" he spoke in a weird mix of intelligent and calm thought, and creepily happy voice.<br><br>As he waited for a response he shouted into the radio "you hear that everyone if she agrees its our fight, no one, I mean NO ONE! interferes with this fight, especially you Dom!" Steve rarely asked for much, but when he did he meant what he said and it is generally not a good idea to mess with or piss off a mechanic. He didn't take him long to finish his little challenge as he said it quickly and was watching her movements to see if she got any closer from her position which was a big enough gap that she couldn't close instantly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 06:57:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Behind Town Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Standing down, <br>having a WTF moment toward his radio<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Steve, Kriss, Sara<br><hr></div><br>Actually before Steve even spoke Dom was already standing down. He had hit the ground running, his gun leveled and ready to end this with a single warning shot. Then he noticed the damndest thing: Steve was having the time of his life. Dom didn't need to be able to see through the mask to tell. He'd been fighting from the moment he could walk. It's how Iron Fists raised their young. He had developed a knack for reading body language. It was one of the things that made him so close to unbeatable in a close quarters fight. He could read muscle movements so well it was almost like precognitive ability in a fight. Helped him anticipate a person's next move. But it could reveal other things too. Subtle difference in how muscles tense when happy, or scared, or angry. He'd spent a lifetime learning these things. He could see the barely restained elation in the wiry psychopath. <br><br>Frankly, Dom was pretty sure the mechanic was gonna get his ass handed to him. This chick looked like a real fighter. And she was highly motivated to win. But Steve had the benefit of lunacy on his side. A real wild card, lunacy. It might give him an edge. Or it might blow up in his face. Such is the nature of lunacy. Once he made his similarly deranged offer to the a girl...an offer he seriously doubted Big Tim would honor if Steve lost...Dom just shrugged, and stood back to observe the fight passively. <br><br>Then the damndest thing happened. Someone spoke to him through his private channel. No...not someone. Sara. Dom had something of a 'What. The. Fuck." moment as he stared at his radio with a raised eyebrow. Then he brought it up and with a calmness belying his surprise he said "Yes, Sara? " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 07:33:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Ricky</strong> <br><strong>Location: Town Hall</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Talking to the Boss Man</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Big Tim, Giga, Korryn, Maria, V </strong><br><br>Ricky had stayed quiet as Giga showed up, merely gesturing to the prisoners and shrugging. In his opinion, Giga needed to have that vehicle of his looked at, there was no way it should be that slow unless something was broken on the inside. Oh well, his loss in the long run, and in any case, it wasn't Ricky's problem. Not yet, anyways.<br><br>Then the big man himself showed up, dragging a pretty blonde behind him and tossing her on the floor beside V and Maria.<br><br>"Well Boss, these two aren't too bad looking. Giga hasn't stopped staring at the Redhead since he walked in. The brunette tried to be a hero, and pulled a gun, so I figure an in-depth lesson on what happens to heroes is in order for her. The rest of them probably have something to offer." Ricky replied. "I've got no claim on any either of them, so I have no issue if Giga wants Red." He added in, a little sarcastically. It didn't really matter that Giga had just assumed nobody had taken the redhead, not to him at least. Besides, he didn't want to have his own personal slave, for a couple of reasons. The main one was that there was no room on his bike for someone who had good reason to want him dead to be riding along with him. And even though he trusted Dom, the guys who rode with him were another matter. <br><br>"Want us to start loading up the women then? They can be moved safely, the hero is cuffed and so is yours. The Redhead will be with Giga so she's probably fine going unbound for now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 07:36:03</strong>
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				<strong></strong>As Tim listened to Giga's report he calmly removed his sunglasses and cleaned them with his shirt. One of the many things he hated about the wasteland was just how dirty a pair of glasses could get in a very small space of time. He looked up once Giga mentioned having some confusion over something he'd found. <strong>"let me have a look at them"</strong> Tim said, interrupting Giga's report for a minute or so, as he reached out for one of the cans. <br><br>Once the big man gave him one it took him only a few seconds to recognize what it was <strong>"Peaches"</strong> he said with a grin before he realized that given Giga's age it was very possible that the man had never seen or even heard of peaches before. <strong>"They're a fru... Old world food. They used to grow on trees... They're not bad, and they're canned so they should probably still be useable."</strong><br><br>He then let Giga continue describing what had been found. Once he had finished telling Tim about the still and making his request Tim took the time to look over the redhead that Giga seemed so dead set on owning. <br><br>She was a very cute catch! And for the briefest of moments Tim considered denying Giga his trophy, simply because the girl would be greatly <em>appreciated</em> by all the members of the gang. But in the end there was something about Giga's voice and the desire it carried which convinced Tim that giving the redhead to Giga would be infinitely more useful both in making Giga even more loyal to him and in giving him a way to control the big man if push ever came to shove. <br><br><strong>"Alright"</strong> he said <strong>"But, I want you focused on the task at hand until we are out of here. Go grab whatever you can from the still you found and move it over to Dom's bus. I'll have Chris head over there and load them into the bus while you just carry them from the still"</strong><br><br>As soon as Tim finished relaying this order to Giga, Steve's psychotic voice, as opposed to his sane one, came in over the radio. &nbsp;"you hear that everyone if she agrees its our fight, no one, I mean NO ONE! interferes with this fight, especially you Dom!" &nbsp;Tim shook his head slowly as he put his glasses back on. He didn't object to Steve's request and was fairly confident that the mechanic could handle any fight he got himself into. <br><br>A few seconds of quick math and thought preceded Tim's next orders. First he spoke into the radio <strong>"Lets start wrapping this up, I want the rest of the houses cleared in 5 minutes"</strong>. Throughout the years Tim had learned that there were some towns that you stayed in for days because of all the loot they held and there were others where staying more than thirty minutes or so was just a waste of time and a risk of being forced to slaughter the whole population. Hope Springs definitely fell into the second category and he was ready to leave it in the dust.<br><br>After he turned off his radio Tim spoke to Ricky and Lilly, <strong>"Exactly right, take the ones we have tied up already and get them set to ride, we'll be taking them with us"</strong> he then pointed at&nbsp; Korryn <strong>"and put that one to ride in my car"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 07:57:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name:Ricky</strong> <br><strong>Location:Town Hall/vehicles</strong> <br><strong>Summary:Dragging captives out</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Korryn, V, Big Tim</strong><br><br>"Got it Boss." Ricky said. "Hey Lilly, can you grab the hero and stash her in the bus with the others?"<br><br>"Only if I get to grab some fun bits on the way." Lilly replied in a sing-song voice that was completely at odds with her appearance. That was her gleeful voice, the one she used when she was about to do something that usually resulted in tears.<br><br>"Let's not make her cry just yet, hey?"<br><br>"Ok, I'll keep it light."<br><br>Ricky turned his attention to the rest of the people. "Alright folks, like I said earlier, we're just gonna take some stuff and leave. You heard the Bossman too, we'll be gone in five minutes. Anyone who pokes their head out of here before then will get killed. Got it? Good." His rifle slung around his shoulder, he bent and pulled Korryn up by the arms, and holding on to one of her wrists to push her out in front of him. He fished his sunglasses out from where they were hanging on his pocket and put them on before going out. His free hand went up to Korryns forehead, to act like a visor and keep some of the light out of her eyes.<br><br>Lilly was doing much the same, although considerably rougher and was a lot more personal. Holding V close to her own body and taking a moment to grind herself up against the handcuffed woman and running her hands all across her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts and running her rough hands down her body to rub her slit through Vs clothing. Giving out a giggle, she pushed V out the door after Ricky had pushed his captive, and headed for the bus after Chris.<br><br>Ricky was pushing Korryn towards Big Tims vehicle, a little disappointed since it meant that he was claiming her for himself, at first anyways. Ah well, he would have fun with the Hero instead. <br><br>"Alright, in you go." Ricky muttered, opening the door and pushing Korryn inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 08:28:27</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Maria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Town Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Still Giga, and Big Tim panicing. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, and Big Tim<br><br>Maria watched the men as the peaches were examined. She took notice that the larger man apparently did not know much about the Old World, reading included. Giga, that was the large ones name. She was trying to learn the names as she could. So far she only had Giga, the big one Ricky the one who stormed the hall, and Lilly the female, there was a Dom though she had yet to see him, and the boss who's face she had no name to put to.<br><br>She blushed slightly when the leader looked her over and looked away quickly. She felt like a weight was on her chest. She knew it was wrong to hope to be left behind when she knew that others were going to be taken but she really could not help herself. She felt her stomach twist into knots when he agreed, looked like she would be going to. She gave a soft sigh, she was silent for a moment. It appeared that she was at a lose for words, though she did finally speak "Can I bring my bag?" She asked quietly not really directing the question to either of the remaining men.<br><br>It was not much but all she really cared about was in her bag abandoned in the corner by the door. She could feel the tears pool up in her eyes but kept her head down so her tears could not be seen just yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 08:50:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Townhall/House 2/Bus Area<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Creeping On Maria Some More; Being A Motherfucking Doozer<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, People At The Bus <br><br>Giga <em>almost</em> stopped to ask what a tree was, but then he remembered it was something that grew in the ground. It was kind of like a street lamp, except it was wood and alive and it just grew all over the fucking place wherever it fucking pleased. Sometimes they saw them as they drove around, but they were dead. Mostly in the long haul, since most trees had by now been hacked up for fuel during the cold times, to keep warming fires burning when the night got so cold it could kill a person just as sure as hot would. He nodded, and decided that it would probably be best to feed a piece of it to Twitch first and observe: if Twitch survived twenty-four hours then it was probably safe. And if it was not then, well, who gave a fuck? It was Twitch. <br><br>The big man nodded slowly when Big Tim granted his request. He took one long, sharp breath through his nostrils, tensing himself up as if for a charge. The man's cold blue eyes looked at her and it was hard to say what there was to see in them: it was not lust, not something as pedestrian as physical desire. But it was possessive and Giga had to hold himself back from leaping onto Maria right then and there. <br><br><strong>"Yes."</strong> Giga said to the small red-headed woman that now belonged to him and him alone. The obvious reason ran parallel to Big Tim's decision to grant Giga's own request: it gave Giga something to take away later if he needed to teach a lesson, or even if he was just wroth and decided to be cruel. Or maybe, right now, it was just to be sweet because Giga had his nice thing and wanted her to be happy. These were probably all true to one degree or another. <br><br>The raider turned on his heel and walked out of the town hall with a spring in his step that was somewhere between a schoolboy given a shiny new toy and . . . something else. In the Old World there were varying terms for it, but the general consensus was that men who displayed it were a danger and belonged behind fucking bars at least, but really deserved a bullet to the head to spare the state the expense of housing and feeding them. <br><br>Giga slung the heavy ballistic shield over his shoulders, securing it to his back. It gave him the appearance of a gigantic, humanoid tortoise. He knew what one of them was. He had seen one, once, somehow turned on its back. Giga had watched it struggle for several minutes before killing it and making soup out of its flesh, using the thing's own shell as a bowl. That had been some good eating. The big raider kept thoughts of happier times in mind as he worked his way down into the basement of the second house, gathering a couple of four litre jugs under his arms and working his way back up the stairs. They creaked under his weight, even more strained with the added weight of the home-brewed liquor, but they held up for that trip. Giga carried them to the bus, standing them upright so that Chris could load them up. The jugs were plastic and had a faded sticker with an image of a snow-covered mountain on the side of them, along with shapes that Giga knew to be letters but whose meaning was impenetrable to him: literacy was not something he had learned growing up. Reading was fundamental. No episodes of Sesame Street teaching him that 'S was Shank' for lil' Giga. <br><br>He made four more trips, hauling the jugs in the same manner. Though on the last trip there was only a single jug, as there was an uneven number, sadly. He made up for it by grabbing an armful of sealed mason jars containing what seemed like strips of jerky. It was a serendipitous find, as the jars were tucked out of the way, hidden from casual view and only chance had caused Giga to pick up on them. Everyone loved jerky. Giga was no exception. In their position there was just no being choosy. And Devon's woman could probably do something to take it to a whole new level of gastronomical delectability. At any rate, his job was done and it fell to Chris to get that stuff into Dom's bus.<br><br>Giga's heavy footfalls came tromping back into the town hall, and he made his way to the prisoners. He singled out Maria, holding his hand out and curling it back towards him, gesturing for the petite red-head to stand up and come to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 11:04:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/nokia-n8/auto-assault-girl.jpg)<br><strong>Kriss</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Alley between houses #7 and #6<br>&nbsp; <strong>Summary:</strong> Sprinting down the alley<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tagged: </strong> Steve, Dom,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; whoever is close to houses #6 and 7<br><hr></div>Kriss cursed as she landed in a crouch. That man was fast. He had dodged her chain in the only possible way, by throwing himself to the ground. As he quickly got back on his feet, she leaped backwards, always facing him, to get out of reach. She was about to turn heels and run when he began to speak, exposing his crazy offer. About the same time, Dom arrived in her field of sight.<br><br>As Steve spoke, Kriss was evaluating her chances. At close quarters, it was clear that she stood no chance. He was taller, heavier and stronger than her, and a mask was protecting his face. He was also probably much more skilled at fist fighting. She could probably hope to dodge his punches for a couple of minutes but eventually she would tire or make a mistake and that would be it. Her best survival skills were all linked to lightning speed and stealth. Moreover, even if she managed to win, she doubted the other raiders would stand to his word. No, her only chances, however low, were to escape him, find his vehicle and steal it. Hopefully, it was parked in the main street, behind the corner.<br><br>While those thoughts built in her mind, her face remained calm. Her eyes were hidden behind her black sun-glasses. She grinned and made a sign of the head that could be taken as an agreement.<br><br><strong>"OK, then..."</strong> she said, moving as if she were going to drop her chain. But suddenly, she yanked on it instead, hoping to tear it from Steve's grip. If it did not succeed, she would just drop her end of the chain.<br><br>And then she leaped backward again, spinning a half-turn in mid-air to face the opposite end of the alley and then sprinted with all the speed she was able to gather. She could not keep this speed for more than a few seconds, but those were vital seconds. Hopefully, the crossbow mechanism had been damaged by the chain and anyway it would take Steve some time to aim it at her. Dom too would have to find an angle where he could shoot her without risking to wound the other raider. This was giving her a couple of seconds... about the same as she needed to reach the corner and get out of sight. This was a bet, putting her sprinting speed against the reaction speed of her two opponents. A bet in which she was wagging her life. But still, it was what offered her the best chances. Freedom against death. That was not so bad...<br><br>As she approached the main street she saw her chances to escape sinking fast. There was no sign of any vehicle nearby except for a big armoured bus that was blocking one end of the street, next to the Town Meeting Hall. The energy she had thrown into her explosive acceleration was now failing her. Her lungs burned. Still, she kept running, preparing to dive down past the corner of the house, in the hope of dodging any missile targeted at her.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC note</div><div class="spoiler_body">@Steve: I let you decide whether she keeps her chain or not. Barehanded, she just stand no chance at all and will be downed at the first successful punch.<br>@Dom and Steve: I let it open whether she reaches the main street or not. Anyway, there is nowhere she can go next. She will probably attempt something rash in the hope of being killed in action and avoid herself the humiliation of being caught.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 14:58:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Radioing Dom<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Dom, Twitch, Mika<br><hr></div><br>Sara was taken aback by the response crackling in from the radio. First in the unsettling calm of Dom's tone, and second in his surprising ability to distinguish her voice. She expected a tirade - sharp, venomous orders to get off the channel and get her ass back in her seat. The scientist was mentally prepared to respond to such an assault - it was expected. When confronted with the mere mention of her name, she was left inwardly scrambling for words. There was something about his composure that threatened her own, but she did her damnedest to tame her quivering vocal chords into mirroring the stability she'd encountered on the other end of the radio, speaking as concisely as possible. <br><br>"<strong>There's been an incident. Twitch is on the bus, high out of his mind. We have his gun.</strong>" A chill shot down her spine as she choked out those last four words as levelly as possible. "<strong>We could give it back but odds are he'd take out every last one of us.</strong>" <br><br>She could only hope the genuine risk of losing a number of his slaves were deter Dom from barking orders to return Twitch's firearm. Sara shot a quick apologetic glace back at Noah, a preemptive measure in case this risky maneuver blew up in both their faces. <br><br>"Just give back the gun! You're going to get us all fucking killed!" A slave shrieked, wide eyes darting between Noah and Sara. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 15:55:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Town Hall, <br>Big Tim's car</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Being claimed, <br>being escorted to <br>Big Tim's car.</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Tim, Ricky, <br>Giga, Maria.</strong></div><br>She couldn't help but feel bad for Maria. She was such a tiny girl, and that was a very, very big man. Hopefully he was a gentle giant, but she seriously doubted it. At Tim's demand to put her into his car, her eyes widened briefly. She looked from Big Tim to Ricky, fighting the objection that wanted to leave her lips. What good would it do? It would just give her a pretty new bruise before she was man handled to Tim's car. Instead her face remained neutral, stoic as a stone sculpture.<br><br>She rose to her feet with Ricky's help. <em>Soldier boy, indeed.</em> She thought to herself. She walked at his pace as he led her out, a little surprised when he blocked her eyes from the sun for her. A small gesture, but none-the-less a somewhat kind one for a raider. With inward reluctance, she got into Tim's Gran Torino. She looked over at Ricky. For a moment, and only a moment, her eyes reflected the terror she was really feeling. After the moment of eye contact, she looked away without a word, sitting uncomfortably in her seat with her hands still cuffed behind her.<br><br>How was she going to get out of this? That was the main thought swimming around her head. There had to be a way. A thought popped into her head, but it was one that may not settle well on her conscious. She knew the exact location of a fully stocked and equipped bunker - that is if another gang hadn't over ran it yet. Even then, there were families that lived there. Would she really put them through what this town had just went through? She breathed in a deep breath, and slowly let it back out. <em>If you can't beat them... join them.</em> <br><br>"Never trust anyone." She muttered to herself, aiming her eyes to the floor to avoid the glare of the sun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 16:29:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:Ricky</strong> <br><strong>Location:Outside</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Radio Time</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Korryn, Big Tim</strong><br><br>Ricky didn't like that moment of eye contact. It reminded him of what he was before he decided to make his living by looting and killing his way across the wastes. Thankfully, the terrified eyes turned away quickly, and his memories left him alone.<br><br>"Just do as you're told and there won't be any problems." Ricky told her, quickly and quietly, before getting out his radio. "Boss, she's in your car. I'm going to do a quick check of the houses, there's something I want to try and find." Putting the radio back on his belt, he turned back to Korryn. "Don't try and escape. It really won't end well for you, and there's all sorts of things that can be done to make your life hell for the few months that you'll stay alive."<br><br>He rushed off to the house further down the street (house No. 4) and began a quick search. Luckily, it didn't take too long, since right there in the kitchen sat a pair of tinted goggles that he eagerly snatched up, along with a can of beans that whoever lived here was about to eat before the raiders came.Once again he felt the brief pang of his old life, but he pushed that away and left the house. It was getting close to Big Tim's five minute deadline, so he figured he should get back to his bike and get ready to leave.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 17:34:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Maria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Town Hall<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Getting ready to leave. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga.<br><br>Maria gave a small nod when the man agreed to let her have her bag. She slid from the corner of the room slowly to where her back laid against the wall. She grabbed the bag and then retreated back to the corner and held her bag to her chest letting her chin rest on the top of the bag.<br><br>She closed her eyes thinking about how what was in the bag was all that she had to her name now.&nbsp; Some clothes, and her books. The books were what was important to her, some did have missing pages, or pages were hard to read. She still loved them though. Reading was a gift that Ajax had given her that she never would regret.<br><br>She sat there her eyes fixed on the floor doing her very best to not cry. She knew it was well within reason for her to cry. She was about to have to go with a bunch of Raiders and likely die at their hands. She bit down on her lip feeling a few tears roll down her cheeks. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve as she heard the thump on the old wooden floor that told her that Giga was back.<br><br>She looked up and saw him wave her over and she stood slowly. She slid her bag onto her back and started to walk. She cast one glance back to the others from the town. She walked out into the bright sun and sighed softly. She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and bit down on her lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 17:56:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> To the Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Putting down <br>a slave revolt<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara, Noah, Twitch, Steve<br><hr></div><br>Again his relatively calm tone gave no hint of how incredulous the whole situation seemed to him. "On my way."<br><br>"Have fun Steven." He said casually to the two locked in mortal combat before him. He seemed hellbent on having his one on one, and Big Tim had no raised any objection to the idea, so he left them to it. He walked briskly, heading toward the bus and noting someone had already dropped off the spoils of war outside the bus...probably Giga judging from how quickly the heavy supplies made their way here. <br><br>He stepped into the bus and moved toward the back. He spent a good ten seconds or so simply taking in the scene before him. The signs of struggle. Twitch inside the bus. Never a good thing. An armed slave. Even less of a good thing. That one demanded swift attention, so with surprising quickness his long legs ate up the distance between them an in sudden burst of action he stripped the gun from Noah's grasp with one hand, and backhanded Noah across the face with the other. Some things are simply not tolerated afterall. An armed slave cheif amongst them.<br><br>Though it did not appear as if he put any particular effort into the blow, Noah would likely register this as one of the sharpest and most powerful blows he had ever been dealt in his life, unless he'd ever been hit by Giga. It wasn't a fist, otherwise it might have knocked him out on the spot. But even that simple backhanded slap was likely enough to split his lip open and stagger him, if not knock him down.&nbsp; <br><br>With the immediate danger ended, he once again took a few moments to simply...absorb the scene. Noah. Twitch. Sara. His gaze slid fully to each in turn. Perhaps this was his own fault in a way. In hindsight, leaving the tweaked out, high strung loser of the pack in charge of guarding the slaves seemed unwise. Apparently even THIS simple job was too much responsibility for Twitch. <br><br>Noah. Twitch. Sara. Again his gaze slid over each in turn. <br><br>It started with a smirk. Then a snicker. Then a chuckle. And soon he was laughing uproariously...although if Noah made any attempt to straighten up again it would earn him another rebuke in the form of a second thunderous backhand. Once he was done laughing, he slowly settled down, shaking his head and smirking. "Well...what to do about this. Chris is gonna be damn dissapointed when Tim hears about this. That mouth of yours probably won't be so pretty anymore. "<br><br>He glanced down at Twitch again and snickered. "Then again...it is just Twitch, afterall."<br>&nbsp;<br>OOC Note: The time he spent taking in the scene and laughing about it should be sufficient for Chris or someone else to arrive before him and see the gun in noah's hands before Dom disarmed him if you still want to abuse the redhead :)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 19:08:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/1Qbqn.jpg)<strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> To the Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Trying to calm down, <br>being dragged away by Lilly<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ricky, Lilly<br></strong><hr></div><br>The girl took in quick breaths as soon as Ricky let go of her hair and she went back to the floor, still scared out of her mind by the raiders; with good reason, as she would doubtless soon find out if Ricky's "in-depth lesson" involved what she thought it would. And then, Ricky told Lilly to cart her off to the bus.<br><br>She shivered with fear and apprehension when the heavily pierced raider sang out her intent, and V tried her absolute best to melt into the floorboards. Naturally, this didn't work. More quiet sobs wracked her body while she was manhandled to her feet, ground against, and groped by the raider.<br><br>The doc felt violated, with this girl who couldn't even be her age running her hands all over her body. Tears rolled down her face again, staining her cheeks with trails of moisture. V didn't even offer protest, and just hoped they would have their fun and leave her be. She shuddered in barely repressed terror at the raider's giggle, and fell into step towards the bus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 19:14:40</strong>
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				&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Alley between houses #7 and #6<br>&nbsp; <strong>Summary:</strong> Maybe ending the fight<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tagged: </strong> Steve Kriss<br><br>Steve wasn't going to loosen his grip on the chain till she had let go of it, he maybe crazy, but he isn't an idiot. So when she gave the chain a tug his grip remained fast and wouldn't let go of his end. He walked as she dropped the chain and he knew what was coming next and it caused a small sigh to escape from him, which was rare when he was in this mode. <em>They never agree</em>, he thought quickly to himself, <em>just when I get all fired up and think I have everything planned out this happens. I guess I could roll with this and let her run, but the others won't like it, if only she would have stayed, might have actually had a chance.</em><br><br>His muscles had relaxed a bit, and though she couldn't tell partly cause she had her back turn and mostly due to his mask, his smile was fading. Still holding his end of the chain he began to run after her, pick up the other end and getting his crossbow closer to his right, but made no move to free it from the chain. Steve was pretty fast himself and though most likely no enough to completely close he didn't need to, just get close enough which was possible for him. He thought about his plan and the turn of events as he acted, he was calming down as this fight was reaching its climax one way or another and it just wasn't exciting. <br><br><em>If she had just stayed and fought she might have been able to get away,</em> he thought letting out a mental sigh, <em>the others listen to my demands... well every now and then. All we had to do was make it a convincing looking fight I get my ass kicked and then she runs away, hell Dom was leaving. Though she couldn't have known that and I couldn't have told her that as then that would have ruined that plan as everyone would have heard it. But what she is doing now has no chance of success and is only going to get her killed, which might be better then capture by us, but a life is a life and though it might be painful she might survive and who knows... better to live know even with pain then die</em>. As he thought about it a hint of pain rose from his back, but he just pushed it down it wasn't the time or place.<br><br>He didn't linger on these thoughts as he moved though, as he was already in the perfect place to execute his new plan. He swung the chain around on his left side building up momentum, his crossbow still attached to the end. Once close enough and it had enough speed it let it go and allowed it to travel in an arc, getting as much speed and power as possibly before coming straight down on where she was, or heading. It was meant to be like a giant ball and chain and the weight and force of it would be nothing to laugh at. She would have just seen the light of the main street as she burst out as the object would either meet her in that instant or she would get lucky somehow. He was going for a one shot instant KO with this as it was the best thing he could think of in this case to do.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC note</div><div class="spoiler_body">@Kriss: It is up to you what happens, but just trying to give it a quick end if you want it.<br>@Everyone: Most likely no one would suspect or have any reason of him doing this as never once has any accepted the fist fight and he thought of this plan, so never once has it actually succeed, yet he keeps trying it.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 20:09:57</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Town Hall/Giga's HMMWV<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Leading Maria To Vehicle<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria<br><br>Giga waited until Maria reached him, and then he began to walk beside her, putting her before him whenever his width would only allow one of them to to through a doorway at a time. As they came out into the light of the oppressive sun, Giga slid an arm around Maria's slender shoulders, easily crossing the breadth of her back with a massive arm to let his hand rest on her far shoulder. Giga had such awfully big hands. A glove without fingers, made of leather or some reasonable facsimile thereof, to cover most of it, but his bare fingers were calloused and strong. The gigantic raider's grip was not tight - though Maria would likely find it so if she attempted to wrest herself free - but the solidity of his mass beside her was palpably overwhelming and nigh-impossible to ignore. Giga made sure to position himself between Maria and the town, such as it was, keeping her flanked on one side by him and the raiders' vehicles on the other. He walked matching her pace, although it was abominably slow for him given the difference in the length of their respective strides. Giga did not mind, though. It was just not a big deal.<br><br><strong>"Don't hide your tears."</strong> Giga said softly and quietly to her, his deep voice almost a soothing balm. As much as it could be, and as much as he was capable of such a thing, Giga tried. There was, however, a large gulf between what Giga was and the warm, loving wisdom of human kindness and empathy that instinctively gave comforting cadence to words that it was dubious that he would sound like anything except an other, born of the worst drags of the Old World and fashioned for the New World, playing at being a man. <br><br>He led her to his HMMWV, and opened the passenger side door for her. The interior of the vehicle was clean, and smelled faintly of pine and soap. Probably pine soap. At any rate, the interior was not an odorous den of unpleasantness and since the air conditioning still functioned, it could be rather pleasant when you were riding inside and did not have a future of slavery, abuse, and rape to look forward to filling your every waking thought. Giga did not, so it was really a nice ride, even if he would enjoy something heavier and having Steve take a look around was probably a little bit overdue. On the dash there was a bobblehead of a rotund man in an orange shirt and orange slacks. The oversized head showed rounded features, a bulbous nose, a large smile featuring several gold-painted teeth, and large sunglasses concealing the figure's eyes. Otherwise it was all business within the vehicle; guns and supplies were stowed in the back. A <em>lot</em> of guns. Giga had just about as many guns as the whole of Hope Springs. It was probably worth noting that he had machine guns, because really, a person did not need to be a good shot: they just needed to shoot a lot of bullets.<br><br><strong>"Get in."</strong> Giga urged Maria gently, applying some pressure to her back with his arm to nudge her forward a bit. Not enough to knock her down or put her off balance, but enough to be felt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 21:35:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Tim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Town Hall followed by the street and finally his ride<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Being threatening then prepping to leave <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korryn, Dom, Noah, Sara, &amp; Eventually Everyone<br><br>Once Ricky and Lilly left with their respective charges Tim took a moment to look over the remaining citizens of the town. <strong>"Don't think this is the end of things"</strong> he told them <strong>"We will be back, and we will be just as strong as we were today. If you're smart, you won't resist next time and there will be little or no bloodshed"</strong> With that the man turned around and walked out of the town hall.<br><br>As he walked towards his car, from behind his sunglasses, Tim took in the sight of the town's main street. He saw Lilly walking her captive towards Dom's bus where several large barrels, which he assumed to be the booze Giga had found, were stacked near the vehicle's entrance. Tim made a mental not to make sure that no one busted up any of the barrels. Even after they had been emptied of their liquor they'd be useful for carrying anything from go juice to hydro.&nbsp; He also saw Giga pushing his new plaything into his ride. And a slight grin spread across his face as he thought of just how far down the rabbit hole that poor girl had fallen. <br><br>As he closed the last bit of distance between himself and his ride he absentmindedly half sang, half whispered the words to an Old World song that he still remembered. He finished the part he cared to 'sing' just as he got into the seat of his car. <strong>"Gentle now The tender breeze, Blows....Whispers through.... My Gran Torino"</strong> <br><br>Now seated next to Korryn he took the time to have a much better look at the girl, his gaze moving slowly from her legs to her hips, then her breasts and finally her face. "What's your name girl?" he asked. Having decided to spend the remainder of the five minute deadline probing the girl's mind a bit.<br><br><hr><br>At Dom's bus, just as the gang's second in command was appraising the situation Chris clambered in with the first of several barrels of moonshine that he'd been told to get into the bus. As soon as he saw the scene he seemed unsure of how to proceed, given that there was a captive with a gun, and that in order to react quick enough to do anything he'd have to drop the moonshine. <br><br>Before he could effectively make his choice Dom handled the situation by bitch slapping the hell out of Noah, which brought a laugh from Chris. He then heard Dom's comments "Well...what to do about this. Chris is gonna be damn disappointing when Tim hears about this. That mouth of yours probably won't be so pretty anymore. "<br><br>As Chris carried the moonshine to a secure spot on the bus he shrugged and grunted "A few less teeth in the little shit's mouth is just a few less sharp things for me to worry about....but we do have to tell Big Tim, you wanna do that or you want it to be me?" &nbsp;he asked<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 21:50:17</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Warren<br><strong>Location:</strong> By House #6<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Entering House #6 to see what he can find, then leaving.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Steve, Kriss and anyone around<br><br>The town was finally beginning to quiet down. Warren had just come up to the house he wanted to check out. Before entering, he peered into the window but couldn't see anyone inside. He opened the door and stood still for a brief moment, listening for anything. Really, the only thing he could hear was shouting and talking in the distance. Scanning the house from left to right, he looked for anything that could be of use. He walked into the kitchen and opened each of the cupboards, looking for anything that wasn't rotten or spoiled, but to no avail. There was a refrigerator inside, but not surprisingly, it didn't work. <br><br>A few more minutes of searching through drawers, under couch cushions and underneath beds, and it was time to go. Shaking his head in disapproval, Warren stepped outside and squinted as he used his hand as an artificial hat. Over to his left he could see Dom's bus as well as some people going to and from it. Town Hall seemed to be the busiest place at the moment and it appeared that the gang was getting ready to leave. As he began making his way over to his vehicle, he noticed something unusual taking place in the alley between the house he was just in and its neighboring house. <br><br>There was a fight going on between Steve and a woman Warren hadn't seen before. More than likely, it was one of the residents of this town. Warren took cover and tried to stay hidden seeing as they looked as though they had been fighting for a while now. They were exceptionally good as they both continued to dodge attack after attack. The woman paused for a second as Steve said something to her, Warren trying to listen but unable to make out what he said. In that split second, the woman made an impressive jump and, faster than he'd ever seen anybody run. She was headed right for the Main Street. Behind her, Steve swung his chain in an attempt to stop the fleeing woman, more than likely. Warren watched to see if she would notice or not, staying hidden and making sure not to interfere the entire time.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 21:52:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Narcing out the Slaves<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara, Noah, Twitch, <br>Chris, Tim<br><hr></div><br>Dom might have just left it the slaps had Chris not shown up at that moment. "I'll do it. &nbsp;"<br><br>He brought the radio up. "Tim. Small situation at the bus. It's dealt with, but you'll still wanna know about it. Can you get over here? "<br><br>He looked the situation over and considered the likely sequence of events. For whatever it was worth, he's advise leniency. Afterall, this could have easily become a real ugly situation. They could have used the gun to shoot the lock off the weapons locker. Armed all the slaves, and ambushed the Coyotes when they were coming back all flush with the spoils of conquest, with their guard down. Instead they'd obediently waited for the masters to come home and presented themselves for punishment. That kind of proper submission to superior strength merited due consideration in Dom's eyes. <br><br>It's a might makes right world. The strong rule, as is their right. And the only respect the weak deserve is when they know their place and properly mind it, as these slaves had done. He'd advise Tim to go easy on Noah. Mind you, "easy" by Raider standards might not seem quite so easy from the Slaves perspective. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 22:30:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Tim's car</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Becoming properly <br>introduced with Tim... ish.</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Ricky, Tim</strong></div><br>She didn't look up at Ricky until he had turned to look away. He was right, she would be a good girl. But he was also wrong. She was not going to die. And if she did, in fact, need to, she was taking out a few of these fucks with her. She watched him walk away from a few moments before she looked back down, the sun starting to cause her eyes to sting. God, she wanted her fucking glasses back.<br><br>She glanced up a few moments later to see Tim approaching his car. Instantly her body grew a bit tense. Why her? Was all she could think. She remained quiet through his humming and singing, her eyes focused on the floor. Then when he seated himself, he could feel his eyes like lasers, moving over her body. She glanced up at him, the sparse, hot breeze tussling her all ready mussed hair. She didn't want to answer him. She didn't even want to talk to him. If this had been a regular guy, she probably would have spit in his face and told him to go fuck himself.<br><br>She made eye contact, forcing herself to sit up more. "Korryn." She said, not timidly as the others may have spoke to him.<br><br>She heard Dom's voice over the radio, which did perk her curiosity some. "I take it you're Tim??" Her voice had a cadence to it that was like fine satin and strong whiskey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 22:38:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Losing the will to fight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Dom, Twitch, Tim, Chris</div> <br>It all burned. His whole body. It started with his face and consumed all of him. The backhand slap given to him by Dom was enough to knock him into the side of the bus then slide down on his ass. Noah wouldn't get back up. There was no point. Dom had a gun and he didn't. Dom was also stronger than him so it was futile either way. <em>What have I got myself into now?</em> Noah cursed himself. <br><br>Noah turned his head to the side, looking at the interior of the bus. The movement was sluggish and he was dizzy. He could also feel the blood starting to drip down on his chin. He made no movement to clean it up. Noah was finally broken. There was too much going on in his mind. The death of his parents, the death of his colony, being captured and lastly the incident with Twitch. All of the memories of those incidents played through his mind like a slideshow in slow motion so he wouldn't miss all of the gory details. Tears stung his eyes. Half of it was the memories, the other half from the pain he was still feeling from the slap. He closed his steely blue eyes and tried to think about something else, anything else than Chris coming in an talking about him loosing his teeth. Anything but Dom hitting him again. Certainly anything other than what Big Tim was going to do to him. <br><br>It didn't work. He actually resulted to thinking about it more. Well, mostly the part involving how pissed off Tim was going to be. More than likely he was going to be tortured until he was either dead or not himself. That really got him thinking more. <em>Who the fuck am I?</em> Noah didn't know. None of them knew who he was. They knew him as the 'nice guy' who helped them all out and was willing to take the fall. Fuck them all. They only cared about themselves, why not just care about himself? When in a post-apocalyptic world either you learn to go with the flow or you die.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 22:57:00</strong>
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				Name: Maria<br>Location: Town Hall/Giga's HMMWV<br>Summary: Walking with Giga<br>Tagged: Giga<br><br>Maira's pace was rather normal for her, though he likely was going a bit slower than he normally did. She did not try to pull away from his hold on her. She looked up to him just once then turned to look at his large hand on her shoulder. She was reminded of when she was little and had held her had next to Ajax's hand and it would be so much bigger then her own. She did notice that the way they walked she really had no where to go even if she did get away, she was between him and the raider's vehicles there was likely some already pack and waiting. <br><br>She looked up to him though when he spoke and then gave a small nod. His voice was slightly soothing, though it missed the warmth. She looked away just as quickly as she had looked to him. "Sorry." She said quietly. She shifted a bit uncomfortably in his hold. She was a small young lady, she had always been aware of that being so close to such a huge man left her on edge though.<br><br>She stopped when he opened the door to his car, well it looked different then any car she had seen before but she did not know what else to call it. She hated to have to go with his man, she knew once she got in there was no going back. There had probably been no going back from the time Giga had laid his eyes on her actually, but getting in and driving off really made her feel like her fate was officially sealed.&nbsp; She climbed in at his gentle nudge sliding her bag onto her lap. For just one second she wondered if she could drive off but quickly shook that thought away.<br><br>She hugged her bag close, burying her face into it. A small sob shook her body as her long red hair fell about her face. Her knuckles turned white from her grip on the bag. She looked up though resting her chin on top of the bag after that one hard sob had cleared her system. The tears were still there though, rolling silently down her cheeks, she kept her pale blue eyes locked out the window though. Her hair sticking to her damp cheeks. Her grip din't relax at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 23:09:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Big Tim<br><strong>Location:</strong> His car<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Talking with Korryn, getting interrupted and discovering a mess<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korryn, Dom, Sara, Noah, Mika(Dum dadum dum <strong><span class="bbc_u">DUM</span></strong>)<br><br><br><strong>"Yep, that would be me" </strong> Tim responded to Korryn as he pushed his key into the car's ignition he was about to start the vehicle up but before he could he heard Dom's voice come over the radio. <br><br>"Tim. Small situation at the bus. It's dealt with, but you'll still wanna know about it. Can you get over here? "<br><br><br>He then flicked on his radio and responded to Dom <strong>"Alright, I'll be there in a second"</strong> he told Dom. He then looked back at Korryn <strong>"I've got a little question for you" </strong> he told the girl <strong>"and I want you to think long and hard on the answer while I'm gone because I expect you to have a good one by the time I get back..."</strong> He let the unspoken threat of what might happen if she didn't have a satisfactory answer sink in for a moment before continuing <strong>"I want to know just why I shouldn't kill you."</strong> As he asked the question he lowered his sunglasses so that he could look into Korryn's eyes <strong>"Now and days, everyone who lives does so because the have a purpose...a use... what do you think yours might be? What are you good at? Or is your only use what you have between your legs? Think about it and be ready when I get back."</strong> <br><br>With that said Tim got out of the car and slowly strolled over to Dom's bus, it had been a good day. They'd taken a nice town and, with the exception of Steve's little bit of ruckus, they were ready to head off and find a nice spot to enjoy the spoils of their conquest. Tim couldn't think of much that might spoil his good mood....Though in the back of his mind he was already running numbers and trying to decide if they had enough food to sustain their new numbers or if there would have to be <em>'cuts'.</em><br><br>He entered Dom's bus and got a look at both Twitch and Noah on the floor, one passed out and the other not too far from it. He then looked at his second in command <strong>"What's the issue?"</strong> asked <strong>"What happened to that?"</strong> as he asked the second question he pointed his finger at Twitch.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 23:16:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Trying to get back Noah<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Dom, Twitch, Mika, Tim, Chris<br><hr></div><br>As soon as Sara had gotten off the radio, she attempted in naive vain to retrieve the gun from Noah, forgetting that the kid had woken up and put on his hero pants that morning. She should have known the moment the weapon left her hands, it wasn't coming back. And so the evidence of their crimes remained squarely in his spindly digits until Dom so forcibly claimed it. Little other then shock registered at the impact of the backhand, and her confusion was only compounded by the second in command's cackling. After a few shaky breaths, Sara began to entertain a fledgling relief. <br><br><em>It was just Twitch. <br></em><br>That cautious optimism was shattered by Chris' arrival, and Big Tim's impending presence. He would not be so quick to laugh at what would be seen as a botched rebellion. This wasn't her fault, she continued to tell herself. And yet every crazy misstep Noah had made, from the moment he had disarmed Twitch, had been to protect her. <br><br>The kid was disappearing into himself. She could see the altruistic survivor sh'd come to reluctantly love being drawn deeper into apathetic defeat like water devoured by dry desert earth. As much as she wanted to reach out and drag him from his free fall, Sara could only stoop beside him, desperately searching for his eyes. Sara wasn't known for being overtly emotional. She kept her sentiments under lock and key, but the vault had cracked, delivering guilt and grief to her gaze in droves.&nbsp; <br><br>When Tim entered, Sara's jaw set with resolve as a stupid courage perceivably overcame her. She was breaths away from a most likely failed attempt to claim the blame for this clusterfuck of epic proportions.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 23:32:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Da Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Telling stories for fun and laughs<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara, Noah, Twitch, Tim...Mika?<br><hr></div><br>"Well, from what I can gather Twitch came down into the bus all tweaked out. Bright eyes over here knocked him on his ass and took his gun. &nbsp;" he said, nodding his head toward Noah. <br><br>"Then she called me on Twitch's radio. They all stayed put and waited for me. I was gonna let it go with a few smacks. Afterall...it's just Twitch. If he was dumb enough to let himself get rolled by an unarmed slave he deserves to lose his gun. They could have taken this chance to run...or arm themselves and ambush us when we got back. Instead they called me, and behaved themselves til I got here. Obviously there needs to be some disciplining here...don't want them thinking it's ever okay for them to carry a gun afterall...but frankly, i'm more annoyed with Twitch than them. Can't beleive he let a Slave get his gun. I didn't think even Twitch was that hopeless. Starting to think he ain't even worthy to ride on the roof of the bus anymore. &nbsp;"<br><br>He shrugged and looked over to Tim, and offered a suggestion "Give the kid a few lashes and call it a day? " <br><br>Then, half-joking he added "Hell. Maybe we should just give him Twitch's gear and let 'im ride Shotgun on the next Raid. Kid already proved he's tougher than this tweaked out runt. Not that that's a high bar to get over, but still..." he nudged Twitch's head with the tip of his foot when he said 'this weaked out runt'. <br><br>He chuckled at the thought, glancing back and forth between Noah and Twitch. He doubted Noah had the stomach for this life. Then again, he thought the same about Devon but he'd handled it well enough. To keep his woman safe. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 23:56:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's HMMWV<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Creeping on Maria<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria<br><br>When Maria got seated, Giga knelt down and watched her. He saw her sob her one hard sob, getting it out of her system, and waited for more. They did not come, but there were still tears, and he watched those trace their way down her cheeks. Her hair got in the way, and Giga used one of his large hands to gently sweep her red tresses away so that he could get a clear look at her pretty, fair-skinned face. There really was just something about red-heads that gave them such smooth, creamy skin. He brushed Maria's hair from her face, running the calloused pads of his fingers along the skin of her face as he did, tucking the petite young woman's hair behind her ear. When he did the side nearest to him he let his fingers trail down her neck, very slowly, and let them rest for a moment on her shoulder. He looked at her face, taking in her tears all the while, his touch confident and easy without the aid of direct perception.<br><br><strong>"This is bad for you."</strong> Giga said, acknowledging her situation. <strong>"It could be worse: you could be communal property. But it could be a lot better: we never could have come to your little place."</strong> The large raider said to the red-head, his voice lacking the particular empathy that other people had when they spoke to another human being. <strong>"But I own you now. That can change, though, and it won't be better for you: you can go into the communal pool of property, or we can just leave you somewhere. And we won't leave you in good condition. That's a long, hard way to die."</strong> Giga moved his hand down her shoulder, running his fingers along her upper arm, to her elbow, and then along her forearm. The man's fingertips broke contact about halfway along her arm, moving to her leg and tracing their path down to her knee, where his entire hand came to rest. The big man tilted his head just so. <br><br><strong>"But I want to keep you, little one. Just for me."</strong> He patted her knee, and rose up to his full height, looking off towards the bus. The radio chatter had been half-heard, but seeing Tim go in made it plain that something was going down. Giga probably ought to go and see what it was, but since the boss did not call for him, Giga was for the moment happy to let it go. He pulled the ballistic shield off his back and stored it in the back of his vehicle, then moved to rest his weight against the side of it beside the passenger side door, looking in on Maria. The titanic raider considered introducing her to Noah. It seemed like a 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 00:01:20</strong>
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				As Tim listened to the probably sequence of events his expression made several distinct transformations. First from a contented curiosity to annoyance, then to full on anger, and finally a vague look of disappointment. He slowly shook his head <strong>"And I was having such a nice day"</strong> he said, more to himself than anyone else <strong>"But now...</strong> as he said this he turned his attention to Noah, Mika, and Sara <strong>"Now you idiotic little mutts have gone and shit on the carpet. And I have to teach you, like the stupid dogs you are, exactly what happens when you shit on the carpet." </strong><br><br>A second later Dom gave his suggestion&nbsp; &nbsp;"Give the kid a few lashes and call it a day? "<br><br>Tim slowly shook his head in the negative as he turned to face Dom, his voice no longer angry, making it obvious that what ever fury he had was not directed at his second in command <strong>"Nope"</strong> he said <strong>"You're gonna make a good leader someday Dom, but if you're gonna lead people in this lifestyle you can't have half measures. It might just be Twitch who this happened to and Twitch is without a doubt the lowest of us. But he's <em>still</em> one of us. And what we have here, no matter how it came about and no matter what happened afterwards. Is that one of our slaves attacked one of us, and took a gun. And both of those things are crimes I cannot and will not allow to be committed. There's a line between us and them, and even the lowest of us and the highest of them are separated by it. If they, or we, forget that this whole thing will fall apart... Grab the three and bring um outside."</strong> <br><br>As soon as he finished giving his order Tim turned and walked outside. Waiting for his will to be done.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 00:32:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Maria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's HMMWV<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Getting creeped on by Giga<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga<br><br>Maria winced slightly when Giga reached for her, kneeling he was about even with her. She closed her eyes unable to stop the slight tremble that ran through her. She closed her eyes as he fixed her hair brushing it back out of her face. She felt his hand pause on her shoulder and turned to look at him. She&nbsp; bit down on her lip as he spoke to her, it was only a bit but his voice was some what calming as deep and slow as he spoke.<br><br>As knew that the situation she was in was a bad one with out him telling her. She had yet to think about how it could be worse though. Thinking about it he was right, being just his was better then belonging to all of the Raiders. Not that it made her feel any better, being property was still being property weather it be to a group or to a single man. She felt her face pale a bit as he spoke about being left to die somewhere alone in the waste lands.<br><br>She forced a small smile when he stood and nodded slightly, "Thanks." She said quietly. She did not know why but that felt right to say. Maybe because some part of her could read that was what he expected, for her to be grateful to him. She watched as the man from before went over to the bus, she had tried to ignore the radio but it felt like something was not right.<br><br>She leaned over a little bit trying to see what was going on over by the bus.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 00:52:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Da Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Telling stories for fun and laughs<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara, Noah, Twitch, Tim...Mika?<br><hr></div><br>Dom nodded, bending down and picking up Twitch's unconcious form and throwing him over his shoulders like a sack of...err...well he's never actually seen a potatoe so let's just say a sack of dead mice. "You two. Come on. "<br><br>Tim had a fair point. Twitch might be a fuckup, but he was a Coyote fuckup. He was a bit dismayed to here Tim say 'the three" of them. Dom had plans for Sara, and she'd lost alot of her luster if Tim was planning to let the entire camp gangbang her, or planned to mutilate her. <br><br>Once he got outside he did pause a moment to whisper to Tim. "I see your point. But are you sure you want to punish Sara too? From what I can tell all she did was snitch Noah out to me. If we punish her publicly, that just tells the rest of slaves to stay quiet when they see another one stepping out of line. Besides I was hoping to keep her for myself. I don't think Devon's coming back. If you really want her punished too, I can come up with something special just for her. &nbsp;"<br><br>A lightbulb seemed to click in over his head as he suddenly had an idea. An idea inspired by Tim's own advice. "In fact...you were right. No half-measures. Why not punish ALL of them EXCEPT for Sara? Noah gets the worst of course, but every single one of 'em who did NOT come snitch him out to us gets a few lashes of the whip at least. Or half-rations for a month. That'll teach them. The only one who doesn't get punished is the one who was first to come forward and rat out the troublemaker. What do you think? Use Noah as an example of what fighting back gets you, and Sara as an example of what obedience gets you. &nbsp;"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 01:10:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> New roles and revelations<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Dom, Sara, Twitch, Tim </div> <br><br>Noah's ability to tune out everyone else cracked once Tim started talking about Twitch being a Coyote no matter if he wasn't the most important player. It completely shattered once Big Tim got all Hitler on a bitch. That just made Noah mad. They were all people. Every single one of them. Noah, Sara, hell even Mika. Just because they thrived in this world by taking captives and claiming women like they were gods did not mean that they were. But of course Noah felt that way, he was about to pay for what he did to one of <em>them.</em> Noah shook his head and chuckled as quietly as he could. <em>Fuck them. Fuck them all.</em><br><br>Despite his internal hatred growing, the redhead obeyed Dom, following them outside of the bus. It was the first time he had seen the outside in a few days so immediately his eyes started to burn and hurt. He turned them down to his feet, not wanting to look at anything else besides his own two feet. The anger inside of him only blossoming inside of him the more he heard Dom talk. Guess the guy with the bus decided that he can start throwing people under it, even if it's all of the captives besides Sara. <br><br>"Your a lucky girl." Noah said sarcastically, biting into his bottom lip nervously. "You rat out the guy that saved you from the tweaker and you might actually get to keep your skin for it. Congrats." He only looked at her once the whole time he talked. Noah vowed that if he lived through this, that would be the last time he would ever look at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 01:13:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/nokia-n8/auto-assault-girl.jpg)<br><strong>Kriss</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Main street,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;between houses #7 and #6<br>&nbsp; <strong>Summary:</strong> Dazzled, crawling,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;her legs chained together<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tagged: </strong> Steve, Warren, everybody<br><hr></div>Kriss had almost reached the corner and was about to dive behind it when she felt something hard hit her lower legs and coil itself around them. He yelped from the pain and the surprise. Her momentum pushed her forward while her legs were brutally yanked backwards from under her. Desperately, she tried to absorb the violence of her fall with her hands but her own speed was now turning against her and she crashed loudly in the dust.<br><br>The impact made her face crash into the ground, dazzling her. Her legs were held together firmly, useless for now. The world was spinning around her. Her fingers were digging into the dirt while she tried to chase the cobwebs from her brains. She was vaguely realising that she had failed even to be killed. She had to do something, she had to roll over on her back to fight, but her body refused to obey, or so slowly.<br><br>All she managed to do was to crawl forward by a few inches, dragging herself on her forearms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 02:18:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> begging<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Dom, Twitch, Mika, Tim, Chris<br><hr></div><br>Before she could swallow up the guilt, Tim began speaking - or sentencing, rather, and even even she had the good sense not to interrupt the man when he spoke - even if she hated him beyond measure. She despised him even more so for funneling that draconian bullshit into Dom's skull, further contaminating whatever scrap of character the man could formerly claim. Dom had recognized, albeit in jest, the same strength that she had sen in Noah. That was <em>something</em>. Maybe she was merely confusing the lesser of two evils for good, but she clung to that scrap of hope while being lead outward.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Time had slowed to a miserable crawl. Nausea washed over her in torrents. Her eyes narrowed into slits to meet the blinding sun as she followed in a surreal stupor. Sara hadn't been outside since they last made camp, and the open air felt strangely foreign against her skin.&nbsp; <br><br>She had to keep her eyes trained on her boots while being labeled a snitch. <em>Fantastic</em>. She'd not be winning any slave pen popularity contests. Her sight was only sent jerking upward at the mention of Devon and Dom's intentions to claim his ownership of her. She was instantly transported to the final moments she spent alone with her brother, layging back on the hood of his truck under the dessert stars as they detoured from finalizing their escape plans to talk shit about the raiders. <br><br>"<em>You know... I reckon that Dom fellow, he ain't that bad - least not compared to the others. Maybe if he'd been lucky growin' up - like you and me - thing's 'd be different with 'em. Wouldn't be twisted up in the head like he is.</em>" <br><br>It was one of the last things she remembered Devon saying to her. She wished she could pluck every last word from the air and shove them down Dom's throat. Torn between feelings of betrayal and entirely uncomfortable gratitude her mind spun to make sense of Dom's motives. She couldn't for the life of her understand what he'd want in usurping Devon's claim. The puzzle hardly held a candle to the conundrum Noah threw next. Careful observers could see her heart break in real time, fracture by fracture.<br><br>She didn't understand. He'd been so eager to save her, so much so that she was made to question whether his spite was a ruse, a carefully crafted ruse to ensure she was spared. Or had the boy bought the lies told by Dom to protect the property he planned to acquire?&nbsp; <br><br><em><strong>We </strong>have his gun. <strong>We</strong> could give it back...</em> She never had any intention of skirting the blame. She wanted to shout it at the top of her lungs, but imagined it would only make it worse for everyone involved. What was she to do? What was she to say? Everything that came to mind would have only deepened their troubles. One renegade slave was a troublemaker. Two working together was a rebellion, and she was liable to get them both killed for that.<br><br>She'd examined every possible scenario and come up wanting for a solution. "<strong>I'm so sorry, Noah. I love you</strong>." She murmured lowly. Unable to keep her commitment to inaction, she buckled at the last moment, desperate gaze shifting between Tom and Dom. "<strong>Please, if there's anything I can do...</strong>"<br><br>It was a kind of humility she rarely lowered herself to, but if she lost Noah, then she'd truly be alone in the world.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 02:38:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Saving Sara's ass<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara, Noah, Twitch, Tim, Mika<br><hr></div><br>He grabbed her harshly by the cheeks, as you might grab an unruly child who'd spoken out of turn. There was nothing to be done for Noah. He was at least trying to salvage her, and nothing she had to say was going to make that any easier to accomplish. He gave her a hard stare and said simply "You can shut up while the grownups are speaking." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 02:45:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong> Tim<br><strong>Location</strong> Outside Dom's Bus<br><strong>Summary</strong> Being an evil man, explaining the definition of a word.... and practicing some simple math. <br><strong>Tagged</strong> Dom, Mika, Sara, Noah<br><br>Tim didn't have to wait long for Dom to get the captives out in-front of the bus. He let Dom give voice his thoughts and give his suggestion only interrupting once because the theatrical part of his personality couldn't resist the opportunity to heap even more anxiety onto the slaves. "In fact...you were right. No half-measures. Why not punish ALL of them EXCEPT for Sara? Dom had asked.<br><br>To which Tim responded <strong>I intend to punish ALL of them, and if my instincts are right it will be the worst for our little hero.</strong><br><br>Once they were gathered Tim had the three captives stand shoulder to shoulder with Noah at one end and Mika at the other. As he was about to explain the upcoming punishment Sara decided to pipe up. "Please, if there's anything I can do..." The desperation in the woman's voice brought a sinister smile to Tim's lips <strong>"as a matter of fact, there is something you can do. YOU can stand right there and SHUT UP!"</strong> Tim said, his voice going from calm to a near shout in the space of two words. <br><br><strong>All three of you need to be punished, Noah for attacking one of my men and taking his gun, and you other two for not stopping him....So...how do I punish three slaves without wasting an entire day? Well for starts I'm going to explain to you just what a hero is."</strong> His gaze traveled to Noah as he spoke, making it obvious that the words were directed at the young man more than anyone else. In his hand Tim held Twitch's gun. <strong>"A hero, is someone who gets other people killed."</strong> Tim's hands slowly worked the gun over, removing the clip so that only the single round in the chamber remained loaded into the weapon. <strong>"And you decided to play hero, you decided to force my hand, so now you decide who dies"</strong><br><br>With that Tim quickly grabbed Noah's shoulders, pulling him forward and then turning him to face both of the female captives. His hand moved to Noah's right wrist grabbing it and pulling it upwards. While his other hand forced the gun into the young man's hand <strong>"One bullet"</strong> he said <strong>"One shot, one life, you decide between the two of them. And you pull the trigger. You have ten seconds or I'll just kill them both"</strong><br><br>Tim knew that this punishment might seem a bit extreme to Dom, but he also knew the man wouldn't question him in front of the captives. He could always explain his thought process to Dom later. There wasn't too much food left and with the addition of their newest captives the gang's food supply might dwindle too low before they found a suitable place to 'resupply.'&nbsp; Killing one of the captives was a great way to knock out two birds with one stone. The food would take considerably longer to become and issue and Noah would be put through horrible trauma, which Tim was very curious to see happen. <br><br>Tim began to count down<br><strong>Ten</strong><br><strong>Nine</strong><br><strong>Eight</strong><br><strong>Seven</strong><br><strong>Six....</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 02:57:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Saving Sara's ass<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara, Noah, Twitch, Tim, Mika<br><hr></div><br>He did indeed think it was a bit extreme...not for the reasons one might expect though. He never considered an armed Slave a good idea, even under controlled circumstances like these. Especially when that Slave could pick from any of a dozen of his oppressors to try and put a bullet in before someone took him down. He stayed ready to stop Noah if he tried to put that one bullet in himself, Tim, or another Raider. <br>&nbsp;<br>Well this was dissapointing. He was pretty sure Noah was gonna pick Sara. Such a shame. He saw potential for her beyond just her use as a fuckhole, like the other girl. Ah well. Always another slave over the horizon. It might take a while but eventually he'd find someone just as useful. <br><br>But then again who knows? Maybe Mr. Pretty Mouth will surprise him and pick the other girl. This would serve a pretty intense example to all involved though, no doubt about that. He moved into position behind Noah so he could quickly attempt to subdue him if he tried to aim that gun anywhere but where he was supposed to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 03:06:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's HMMWV<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Chilling With Maria<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria<br><br>Giga did not believe that Maria was thankful, not really. He did not expect her gratitude - that was the expectation of a lesser raider. <br><br>It seemed that while the raid had been going down, something had transpired on Dom's bus. Something involving the slaves, and now there was to be punishment. That was never a good thing. Insubordination always put everyone on edge; the weak trust that the slaves knew their place was always tenuous and fragile, and the strain of something like this always pushed it towards the breaking point. Giga lowered himself down, legs bent and the weight resting on the balls of his feet. He looked over to Maria, and spoke softly: <strong>"You need to watch all of this, little one. It's very important."</strong> Then Giga turned his head back to the scene, wondering just what it was that the male red-haired slave would do with his one bullet. It was kind of exciting. He wondered if Dom would really be fast enough if Noah decided to turn the gun on one of the raiders. If Noah turned it on Big Tim, Giga wondered if Dom would really stop the small, fair-skinned slave, or if Dom would let it happen and finally take over their little group. So many permutations and possibilities as to what might transpire.<br><br><strong>"The male with the red hair and the gun is named Noah. I want to introduce you to him, if he makes it out of this alive. He is very kind. I want the two of you to be friends."</strong> The gigantic raider said as he waited for things to play out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 03:16:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> A hero's choice always has consequences<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Dom, Tim, Mika</div><br>Rigid. His whole body rigid the whole time. Noah could not loosen up for anything. Tim's voice in his ears sent such large chills down his spine he thought it might shatter to pieces. He wished it would so he didn't have stand between two of the girls he had been with the longest and choose which one he was going to have to kill. Sara was like a sister to him, but he wouldn't be in this situation right now if it wasn't for her. She was the one who made Twitch angry in the first place by going to the front of the bus and trying to hotwire it. Mika hadn't done anything but the usual crying routine. She was not to blame at all for the situation at all. Completely innocent. <br><br><em>This is all because of Sara, all because of her.</em> Noah pointed the gun at Sara. Right at her head. Right between her eyes. It would be a swift death. One she might not feel, but one he would remember until the day he died. It would haunt his dreams. He wouldn't be able to eat cornbread anymore without thinking about her corpse bleeding out into the desert with a bullet in its head. <em>It's a price I'm willing to pay.</em> His thoughts were centered on her, imagining her dead. It took him a couple of seconds to realize that he was running out of time. Down to four actually. <br><br>"Es tut mir leid, Sara." Noah said in a low tone, the seconds ticking away. Right at one the redhead quickly pulled the gun over in front of Mika and shot. It was a true shot, through and through her skull. A spray of thick, red blood splattered the area around her as her limp, dead body fell to the ground, the sand absorbing as much of her blood into it as it could. With shaking legs, Noah fell to the ground on his knees and heaved, throwing up what little food he had in his stomach. Sobs shook his body with the heaves. With what little energy he had left, Noah pushed the gun out of his hand and curled up into a fetal position next to his pile of bile. <em>Who am I?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 03:55:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Maria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's HMMWV<br><strong>Summary: </strong> Getting a rather interesting first look at what life with the Coyotes is going to be like.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga<br><br>Maria really did not want to watch what happened with the three slaves. She had not even remained with Ajax when he died, his friend had sat with him when the time came. She was simply, well tender was the word that Ajax had used when she tearfully told him she would not remain. In her own mind though she knew it was weakness. She did not think her being weak or not would matter to Giga though, he told her to watch and watch she did.<br><br>She covered her mouth when the young man took aim at one of the women. She did not know any of them but she still felt horrible for them all. She gave a quiet gasp when the man changed from one woman to the other and fired. She dropped her face into her hands trying to controll the sudden urge to vomit.<br><br>She shook her head slightly, she did not know if she could be friends with that man.&nbsp; Noah, that was what Giga called him. She looked back up to see that the young man had collapsed. She casted a conserened looked to Giga. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She opened her mouth speak but stopped taking a shacking breath, "Dose that happen a lot?'' She asked quetly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 04:19:44</strong>
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				&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> walking up on the tied up Kriss<br>&nbsp; <strong>Summary:</strong> Ending the fight, maybe...<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tagged: </strong> Kriss and everyone<br><br>As Steve felt the chain fall and wrap around her legs he let out another sigh, this just wasn't his day nothing was going according to plan. He began wrap up the chain as he walked towards her making sure that it was never loose, not giving her the chance to escape.<em> This </em>could all have been over sooner and all been so much better if she had only agreed, he thought to himself as he watched her struggle in vain to move forward. It didn't take him long to reach her and being standing behind her still holding the chain tightly and preventing her from moving.<br><br>Steve quickly placed his foot square on her back and pressed down, in an attempt to stop her movement for now. Letting out another side he would sit on her back putting his entire weight on her, if she could still move with all of it on her he would be thoroughly impressed. Once he had her pinned he would take the rest of the chain and attempt to effectively hog tie her and prevent any further movement. If she resisted she would soon either find the chain wrapping around her neck or if that didn't work a large metallic wrench come slamming down next to her head and him leaning in and whispering "enough! Don't make this any harder then it has to be and as the more you resist the more likely it is not that you will die, but worse so stop!" he would say quickly and calmly not in his crazy voice like before but in a steadier and more level tone.<br><br>Hopefully with this it would end the fight and he would finally be done and could see what was going on as he heard a shot echo out from the bus area. Things weren't going right and he didn't be out of the loop, made it hard to make the right decisions and harder to know if his plans for things were messing up. He just wanted this whole mess of a raid to be over with and worse yet he wasn't even in his dark mood anymore and just hated this whole mess.<br><br>Luckily for him she didn't put up any fight and he was able to tie her up and began to walk back to the bus area, with everything he brought with him, and more. He was carrying her, sort of like a prize as he would get closer to the area and finally get back on the radio. "What the hell is going on, I could hear something that sounded like a gunshot from out by the houses? I thought the raid was over? also on a different note I got us a new prize, I am bringing her over now" he said in a calm voice. It was clear from his speech style and his voice he wasn't his crazy self anymore, but also wasn't in a great mood either, something happened to mess it all up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 04:24:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Stunned and bloody<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Dom, Twitch, Mika, Tim, Chris<br><hr></div><br>The length of Sara's throat constricted at the strange stir of revulsion and arousal that came with Dom seizing her near painfully by the jaw - both of which were entirely transparent in her dark eyes throughout that short time they lingered face to face. There was no time to contemplate either feeling. She was far too overwhelmed with woe and tremor inducing rage - not over her own death, but of that of Noah's innocence. <br><br>Sara stood stiff as a board, eyes closed. It would make it easier for Noah. Easier for them both. That darkness sprawled on for an eternity, more then long enough for her to achieve a sorrowful peace with her demise. She wasn't meant for this new world. With Devon and Noah lost to her, there was nothing left to tether her to futile dreams of building a better tomorrow. Sara succumbed in spirit to the reality there was no saving the wastes from locusts like Dom and Tim. They would devour anything decent in their path and make it ugly - like poor Noah. <br><br>"<strong>It's ok.</strong>" She assured through a stutter, a fraction of a second before the deafening shot rang through her ears. A spattering of hot blood collided with the left side of her jacket, and the sickly scent of copper and sulfur stung at her nostrils, but she felt no pain. Noah falling to the ground has stirred a cloud of sand, and it cleared to reveal Mika's body, twisted, naked and unmoving. She wanted to scream - to release a powerful wail that would resonate within her bones, but she could not manage to for so much as a whisper. Her hollow gaze rolled to Noah and a deep, festering hatred rooted within her. Of all the horrifying bullshit she'd witnessed perpetrated by these psychopaths in the aim of maintaining 'order', this was by far the most unforgivable. She wanted to go to Noah - to comfort him, but she imagined he would find her touch as about comforting as having a cactus ground against his genitals. And so she stood transfixed, a silent witness.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 04:31:36</strong>
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				Tim looked down at Noah, a portion of him taking a bit of amusement from the boy's misery. <strong>"Next time you think of being a hero, remember this. And remember just what a hero is"</strong> He told Noah before calmly turning away from the boy. The lesson had been taught and he no longer felt the need to be interested in him. <strong>"Finish getting the bus packed up and get the slaves ready to move Dom"</strong> he said <strong>"Don't waste time on the mess...leave it for the ones we leave behind"</strong><br><br>With that Tim walked back to his car, a small bit of extra bounce in his step and the smile back on his face. Once he got to his car he sat down in the driver's seat and flicked on his radio. <strong>"Alright"</strong> he said into the radio <strong>"I want everyone to check in once they are ready to leave, and then I want out of this town. If you've got something going on, get it done quick and get ready to ride." </strong><br><br>After flicking off the radio Tim turned to Korryn <strong>"That question I asked you, let me hear your answer."</strong> he said to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 04:52:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Tim's car</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Searching her inner <br>self and <br>witnessing some fucked <br>up shit. Oh, and getting <br>her first glimpse <br>of dom.</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Tim, Dom, Noah, <br>Sara, Mika.</strong></div><br>His question - or rather his demand in the form of a question - made her stomach drop. Why shouldn't he kill her? Honestly, it would save her a lot of trouble, and him the extra mouth to feed. But, realistically, she knew she didn't want to die. She had been raped, and hurt before. But these guys... they were different. So what could she offer them? What could a 20 year old girl, who'd only been above ground for two days, possibly bring to this group of raiders that would at least redeem her a place as a fuck toy for a short period of time.<br><br>Her thoughts where cut off by the commotion now happening outside the bus. She saw Tim line up the slaves, and noticed a new figure with him. A taller, muscular man. Not nearly as muscle as meat-bags with that cute little red head, but musclely. It made had been an inappropriate thought for the time and place, but curiosity did cause her to wonder what he looked like up close. Not that she even wanted to meet him at all. Chances were he was no better than the rest of them. She watched though, her heart thudding some as the gun was forced into the skinny gingers hand. <em>What the hell is happening?</em> She wondered to herself. Then suddenly, the gun went off. Her eyes widened, watching as the mist of blood merged with the dust in the air. Her mouth went dry, and her eyes water some as she watched the agony that pale, scrawny boy was going through. And the other girl, who looked utterly terrified.<br><br>The only solution at the time she could think of was to look away. <em>Better get used to this.</em> She told herself. She went back to her thoughts, once again going back to her old Bunker. It was a government owned bunker. Stocked to last decades, and even the twenty years her family, some others, and the occasional gangs that came through, a dent was hardly made in the supplies. Well, perhaps there was a pretty big dent in the weapons, but there was plenty of food and water. And the people that were left in the bunker... well... they wouldn't be much to deal with.<br><br>Her thoughts were cut off by Tim getting into the car. She looked over at him, listening as he gave his final command. He flicked his radio off, and right on que he asked for her answer. She looked away for only a moment. "My father... he was pretty high up in the old world government," She started, looking over at him, "He had sole ownership of a government funded bunker. It was made to hold hundreds, but it's only ever held fifty at a time, max." She took another pause to see if he could catch where she was going with this.<br><br>"It's a ways south of here. I don't know if you had planned to make anymore stops, but we could eventually come back and stop by. There's food, water, weapons..." She looked at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "And if that isn't good enough for you, then, well... I guess my vagina will have to suffice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 05:06:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Loadng the Slaves back up for travel. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara, Noah<br><hr></div><br>Well that was a fortunate turn of events. Maybe Noah liked Sara more than he let on. Whatever his reason, Dom was glad he wouldn't have to wait to find another brainy slave girl waiting to be conquered. Leaving Twitch...who was slowly awakening and likely with no memory of the events prior to being knocked out considering the drug cocktail in his system when this all happened...Dom locked a powerful grip first on Sara's arm, then on Noah. <br><br>He pulled Noah firmly...but slowly...into an upright position. "Time to go Hero. Up and at 'em. Considering how miserable she was to be here, you did her a mercy. No more rapes. No more crying herself to sleep at night. She's free. Now come on."<br><br>Were the words some sort of clumsy attempt at compassion? More likely he simply didn't want to have to drag Noah's catatonic dead weight around and figured a few simple words might restore his senses at least enough to get him walking under his own power. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 05:10:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's HMMWV<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Chilling With Maria<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria<br><br>Giga was, in his own way, proud of Maria. He expected to have to force her to watch, maybe even prise her eyes open by force. But she watched almost all of it, turning away only at the end. It was a good show from the girl for her first time taking in the sight of the life and times of the Coyotes' raider party. It would probably not be the last time she would see someone get killed, but then, the future was a fickle, finicky thing that no one know and hold in their hands. Giga reached out and placed a hand on Maria's head. He gently stroked the red-headed girl's hair, smoothing out her tresses as he watched Big Tim walk away from the scene and order everyone to get ready to move on. <br><br><strong>"It doesn't happen often. Most of the time the slaves are well-behaved that it doesn't go this far."</strong> The big man said softly, looking at Maria with his blue eyes. Behind the mask he was smiling, but the mask only revealed the skull-like motif to the rest of the world. <strong>"But it's happened before, and if it has to, it'll happen again. This is the life you're in for now, little one. So be good, don't act out, and stick close to me."</strong> His touch lingered for a little longer as he worked his hand back to cup the back of her head and scruff of her neck, before slowly sliding off and away. Giga rose to his full height, and closed the passenger side door. He walked along in front of the HMMWV, and got in on the driver's side. The big man had the keys in the ignition, ready to start the beast up. He grasped the radio, and brought it to his mouth, flicking it on.<br><br><strong>"Giga to all points. Ready to embark."</strong> He said, then flicked the radio off, returning it to its nest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 05:42:09</strong>
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				Name: Maria<br>Location: Giga's HMMWV<br>Summary: In tears about to bury her troubles in a book.<br>Tagged: Giga<br><br>Maria was quiet as he touched her hair and the back of her neck. She did not flinch away from his touch this time though. She fixed her eyes on her feet until he moved away shutting the door with a light thud. <strong>"So be good, don't act out, and stick close to me." </strong> His words echoed about in her thoughts, as she sat there for what felt like forever until he rejoined her in the car. She could guess that it would be safest for her to stick to him. From what she saw he was by far the biggest of the Raiders. She set her bag down by her feet and reached inside pulling out the only of the books&nbsp; she had that was actually fully intact. A collection of stories from some Brothers, the Grimm brothers. Ajax had found it for her in a bunker, he had traded a great deal of his handy work for the book so Maria could have it on her birthday. That memory felt like it was a lifetime ago.<br><br>She glanced at him for just a second wondering if he ever took that skull mask off. It was to be honest rather scary looking. That was the point though more than likely. Add a scary mask to his size and the body armor and he probably seemed pretty intimidating when he rolled up on an enemy. She turned looking at his shield and weapons in the back seat, yeah he could probably make a grown man wet himself in fear if he was fully decked out. <br><br>She set the book in her lap and opened to her favorite story. She needed to get her mind away from all that had happened today. In her books she was safe, there was no bandits, no waste land, no fear of what would come next.&nbsp; She looked over to the bus once again glad that from this angle she could not see the poor dead girl's body. Holding the book motivated her to not cry any more, wetting the paper was one of the last things she wanted to do to the book.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 05:48:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Being hauled in by Dom<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Dom<br><hr></div><br>Sara stared past the cuff of her over sized army green jacket at the powerful first clamped about her wrist, feeling her pulse thump against the hard tightly curled fingers. She counted off the beats as she was tugged along, providing no resistance other then the occasional stumble from her uncooperative legs. Dom's 'condolences' cycled through her thoughts but they did little to rekindle the hope she'd so recently lay to rest. She was a newborn cynic. As they were moved back into the forgiving shade of the bus, she stole a fleeting glance at Noah, but still had no words for him. She hated herse'f for her silence. Even Dom, regardless of his reasons, had managed <em>something</em>. <br><br>Dust had settled against the blood on her jacket, forming a sanguine mud. Her raven hair was eaqually dusty and disheveled from being hauled about, falling across her deadpan features. The constant clamor of ideas whirring behind her gaze had stalled, replaced with a solemn, uncharacteristic stillness.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 07:38:32</strong>
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				Name: Ricky<br>Location: Leaving House No. 4/Motorcycle<br>Summary: Confused and getting ready to leave<br>Tagged: <br><br>Ricky had just finished finding a small canister of Gojuice and a bottle of Hydro when he heard the gunshot. Not particularly worried, since there was only one, he walked back to the group of vehicles in time to see one dead slave and two others, Sara and Noah, being dragged onto Dom's bus. Briefly, he wondered what had happened, but it had been dealt with and there was no sense digging in to the details yet, though he might ask Dom when they made camp later.<br><br>Reaching his motorcycle, a quick check revealed the only damage to be to the seat, so he took a second to switch his sunglasses for the goggles he had found and sat down on his bike.<br><br>"Ricky here, I'm ready to go when you give the word. Want me to try and find a good spot to camp?" He called out on the radio. He'd wait for a response before starting his bike up, he didn't want to mishear this, since it meant the difference between doing what his father... someone in his life had called "Polish Mine Detector", whatever a Pole was, and riding in the more or less safe group of Coyotes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 08:28:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Warren<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hiding near House #6<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Waiting until Steve finishes his quarrel with Kriss<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Steve, Kriss, and everyone else<br><br>The metal chain came down with quite a bit of force and completely knocked the woman to the ground. She had almost made it, but it seemed luck was on Steve's side. As Steve walked over to her, she struggled to get away, but to no avail. She was just taken by surprise and did not expect that. Warren watched as Steve put all of his weight on her, attempting to tie her up. Although Warren couldn't really make it out, he figured Steve said something along the lines of not 'making it any harder then it has to be'. He watched as Steve picked the woman up and walked off towards the other vehicles. <br><br>Waiting until Steve and the woman were a good distance away, Warren stood up and brushed himself off. <strong>"Well, that was...interesting."</strong> He said quietly to himself. It now seemed like the raid was over and that they'd probably be headed back to base, so Warren headed back to his truck. Tossing his bag into the back of his vehicle, he sat in the driver seat, door still open, just waiting for the next order. "I want everyone to check in once they are ready to leave, and then I want out of this town. If you've got something going on, get it done quick and get ready to ride." Warren waited for a second before responding. <strong>"Keyes here. Ready to roll." </strong><br><br>He put the radio down, shut the driver door, and started the ambulance, waiting for everyone to begin heading back to base. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 11:52:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/nokia-n8/auto-assault-girl.jpg)<br><strong>Kriss</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Main street,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;between houses #7 and #6<br>&nbsp; <strong>Summary:</strong> Hogtied<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tagged: </strong> Steve<br><hr></div>Kriss was about to roll over on her back when a hard boot crushed back down into the dirt. She growled and tried to push herself up, bracing on her hands, muscles bulging in her arms, but a moment later Steve's full weight landed on her back, pinning her completely, pushing the air out of her lungs, flattening her firm breasts against the ground. She tried to jerk, to buck, to twist her torso... to no avail. And her legs were still tightly entangled in the chain. And Steve was even pulling on it to force her to flex her legs.<br><br>Kiss' right hand slid along her side toward her knife in its belt sheath. This did not pass unseen from Steve who reacted by twisting her right arm up between her shoulder blades. His strength was much greater than hers and she could do nothing. Pulling on her black hair, he arched her body backward until she cringed in pain, and quickly wrapped the chain around her neck, forcing her to keep this strained position.<br><br>With Kriss struggling now to keep her breathing, he easily put her wrists together between her shoulder blades, contorting her arms in a painful lock, and chained them there, hooked to her neck.<br><br>Kriss, her mouth gaping, her face grimacing, was breathing in laboured hisses as she weakly struggled to free herself from her own chain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 14:10:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Life just isn't the same<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Mika, Dom, Tim</div> <br><br>He didn't remember walking to the bus. The last thing he could remember is the look on Sara and Mika's face right before he shot Mika. Whatever happened after that was being slowly processed through his mind at a dial up speed. It was a slow speed that he needed right now. Taking in all of events that just happened in the past couple of minutes would probably just push him further into his catatonia. That wasn't something he could afford right now. He was weak, crippled. All of the Coyotes that wanted a piece of him were going to come and get it now when he was so far into himself that he wouldn't do anything. <br><br>"She tried to escape." Noah blurted out, his blue eyes opening then squinting to adjust to the light. His eyes used to be bright blue, now they were just dull. No light left. "Had to shoot her." He said, hands in his hair with his knees pulled up to his chest. Noah started to rock back and forth. Memories were coming back and taking over his mind, making him relive killing Mika over and over like some fucked up Nazi torture device was planted in his brain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 18:16:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Loadng the Slaves back up for travel. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara, Noah<br><hr></div><br>"Of course you did." He said, in a tone that implied he'd have agreed with almost whatever Noah said at that particular moment. He guided Noah and Sara both back in with the other slaves, and sat them down on the couch. A rare treat for the slaves, normally made to sit on the floor...maybe floor cushions if he felt generous. Not that it was any real generosity on his part. More like he simply wanted to hurry up and get under way, so he wasn't angsting over the little things right now.<br><br>"Don't get blood on the upholstery." He said to Sara, before heading up front. <br><br>Okay. So he wasn't angsting over ALL the little things. Heh. <br><br>He got behind the wheel, fished out his keys, and a moment later the engined rumbled to life. He brought up the radio and broadcast to the other Coyotes. " Ready to roll. &nbsp;"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 05:45:55</strong>
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				&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> At his car<br>&nbsp; <strong>Summary:</strong> Ready to roll<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tagged: </strong> Kriss<br><br>Steve finally reached the other side of the bus and saw the mess on the ground and summarized what happened from what was left. He didn't see anyone left out, everyone was already in their cars or moving towards them, he just stood there a second, holding the struggling Kriss in his arms. Well he looked at it, he was forcing her to look at it as well, whether it was intentional or he had just forgot he was holding her was hard to tell. He turned off his radio and whispered "shit" under his breath, Kriss might have been the only person to hear it. The tone of his voice was calm and level, but it hinted at something more like something he was planning on just went up in smoke, that he was disappointed in a way, or maybe more in the scene he saw. Which might run against someones normal idea of a raider as someone who is used to this or takes pleasure in this. Whatever she or him didn't have long to linger on the scene as he had to get to his car so the rest could leave.<br><br>Steve noticed how much she was wriggling to be free and gave her a shake of sorts, more of a bounce in his arms as he tightened the chain, as his eyes met hers, even with the mask she could feel them. They were cold and distant, but though one couldn't see his face he wasn't in any mood to deal with any shit she was doing and without even using words was trying to intimidate her to stop. Whether it worked or not mattered not, but it would determine where she was sitting in his car. If she continued to struggle he would shove her in the back next to the engine, pushing her as close to it is possible and tightening the chains so she couldn't move away from it, but would be awake if he decided to use it. If she quieted down then she would sit in the other front seat in the car, the choice was hers, and it would be decided in that second, even if she quieted down after seeing the engine and being placed next to it, he would still shove her next to it.<br><br>Once in the car Steve would finally remove his mask and lightly rub the scar on his eye before setting the mask on the dash and let out a large and final sigh. If she was sitting in the front she would see his face and the worn, serious, and almost calculating expression on his face, otherwise he wouldn't turn around and she would only see his back. He searched his glove box and pulled out one of the few pieces of surviving music he had managed to find and put it into his player, one of the few secret items he had. Though before he started it he picked up the radio "Steve plus one here, ready to roll" he was speaking in his sane voice, and didn't let any of his inner thoughts echo like he had before. Once he finished radioing in and putting on the act he closed the channel, so he could hear, but no one could hear him, and started playing the music. Which was a classical piece, he needed something to calm him and think to and classical music works wonders.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry about the post, I rushed it a bit to not hold up you guys too long as Saturday is a busy day for me.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 23:54:42</strong>
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				A cold smile greeted Korryn's words about the bunker. As Tim calmly listened to her descirbe just what a find such a place would be. A part of his mind was already playing the odds, deciding if this was something truthful or just some ploy by the young woman to avoid the worst of what her new life held in store for her. <strong>"Alright, if this place does exist. And if you can lead us there then you may just have bought yourself a bit more time that that little ass of yours would have kept you around"</strong> He leaned in closer to her as he continued to speak,&nbsp;his left hand moving to her face and suddenly taking a firm grasp of it by her chin <strong> "But if it's a lie, you'll die so baddly that not even the animals will be interested in your corpse."</strong>. <br>&nbsp;<br>As he finished his sentence, the last of the gang raidoed in that they were ready to move out <strong>"Good, then lets get the hell outa here"</strong> he said into the radio <strong>'We've got a ways to cover before we make camp"</strong>. With that Tim started up his car, put it in gear, and pressed his foot down on the accelerator. <br>&nbsp;<br>His car cicked up a decent cloud of dust as it quickly sped out of town, with the rest of The Coyotes' vehicles following suit Hope Springs quickly faded in the distance.<br>&nbsp;<br><hr>&nbsp;<br>After several hours of riding The Coyotes' convoy arrived at what had once been a scenic rest stop overlooking a small lake surrounded by trees and wildlife. Now it was little more than a collection of three picnic tables&nbsp;and a dried out lake bed.&nbsp;Tim had already instructed the group that they'd be stopping here as soon as the area had come into view. He brought his car to a stop and killed the engine. The sun was already beginning to set and he knew everyone would be in the mood for some food, fucking, and everything inbetween.<br>&nbsp;<br>Before he got out of his car he reached over and took a hold of Korryn, man handling her so taht she was facing a way and he could easily get a hold of her cuffed hands. With a soft set of clicks her bonds were removed. <strong>"Don't be stupid, try to run and you won't get far."</strong>&nbsp; he said. <strong>I'm going to be setting up my tent, you can get out and stretch your legs. Once I'm done setting it up I expect you to find your way to me"</strong> He didn't bother adding any 'or else' style threats. He knew that part went without saying. <br>&nbsp;<br>With that he was out of his car and moving towards the trunk in order to gather his materals and make this new spot 'home' for the time that they'd be camped there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 00:45:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Tim's car, Camp site.</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Arriving at the camp <br>site and stuff.</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Tim, Ricky</strong></div>She felt somewhat relieved at first, like she could relax back into her seat. Then he grabbed a hold of her chin and it forced her to suck in a breath some. She only nodded as he pulled away, swallowing the lump in her throat. Luckily for her, she wasn't lying. Either way, she still was nervous he may just end up killing her anyways, for the fun of doing it. She did relax back into her seat, her arms starting to become uncomfortable from their position, but, it was better than having her brains blown out on the dusty ground.<br><br><hr><br>She looked around for a few brief moments when they finally pulled into the area they'd be staying. This was the furthest she'd ever been home. For some reason she thought it would look different than this. She was pulled from her thoughts by the feeling of Tim's hands. She turned her body as best she could, in an effort to help him do whatever it was he was doing. She was a little surprised when her wrists were freed. She rubbed them, looking over at him as he spoke. She nodded again, answering with a simple "All right."<br><br>She exited the door, her legs feeling a little like noodles. She walked over to where bits of a guard-rail still was, looking over at the dead, mangled, and sun-scorched trees. Where the lake once was was nothing but dried, crack clay. It made her wonder what this place used to look like. She'd heard of trees, and she'd seen pictures of them. When she was little she didn't understand the significance of them, but now she wished she could have seen what an alive one looked like up close. In the dried lake, her attention was drawn to movement. A few coyotes were wondering, probably looking for her. Part of her wanted to call out and have someone else come see this, but she was sure she'd be greeted with indifference.<br><br>She turned away, watching as the rest of the vehicles pulled in, and suddenly she was scared again. She'd only really met a handful of this group, and after what'd happened back in town, she was scared to see what everyone was like. The one, Ricky, seemed to be decent... Maybe not decent all the time, but decent enough. At least, for now, it seemed Tim was interested in keeping her to himself... or at least, she thought so. Who knew, really.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 01:52:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp Site<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Setting Up A Tent, Getting Food<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Maria<br><br>Giga was content to let Maria find solace and refuge in her book. It was better than the young red-head engaging in caterwauling and struggling and other misbehaving that ended with Giga having to slap her around and tying her up on the hood to teach her her place. So long as she was quiet and reading her book, well, then as far as Giga was concerned Maria was behaving herself and that was just fine and dandy. Giga took up his place in their little convoy, with Chris manning the turret atop his HMMWV. That was not the most comfortable place to be, but it paid to have someone on the M2 in case another band of raiders came upon them and wanted to start some shit. That did not happen often, and when it did it was more frequently that they would just warily pass each other by: there was too much blood and pain and not enough profit when two raider bands clashed. Sometimes it was necessary and Giga enjoyed fighting against people who could fight back decently for once. But the spoils were always lean, and seldom worth it in the end, considering what it took to put another raider band down.<br><br>The HMMWV had a sound system, and it played discs. Giga had one, a performance of Old World high class stuff. It was really rousing and moving stuff: classical pieces with lots of sound and lots of fury. But some of it was calm and soothing. It was a nice ride to the camp site. Giga said nothing unless prompted, simply driving the big vehicle.<br><br><hr>Once they arrived, Giga parked his HMMWV in a tactically prudent spot. The turret gun would be able to provide defense and coverage of their small camp, just in case. He heard Chris clamber down from the turret and go off to do his own thing. Giga killed the engine, and pocketed the keys, removing his seatbelt. <strong>"I'm going to set up my tent. You can walk around if you like, but don't go far."</strong> The large raider said, opening his door and stepping outside. He closed the door behind him, and then stretched himself out. None of the vehicles were really made for someone of his height or size, and it led to some discomfort after long periods of driving. It was easy enough to stretch out, and Giga was not one to complain about something as pedestrian as discomfort. He worked his way to the back of his vehicle, opening it up and drawing out the tent. It was compactly stowed and took up little space, which was rather nice. The raider then set about getting the thing set up, going through the motions with mechanical, perfunctory efficiency that came from deeply ingrained muscle memory. This was something that Giga had done so many times before that it was something he could do without thinking about it.<br><br>When he was done, Giga went back to his vehicle and pulled out a camping stove and a fuel cylinder, getting it set up and ready to go. He had a pot with some water on the boil in no time, and in short order added some potatoes to the water so that they would cook. He sat on the ground near his tent, keeping a close, intent eye on the cooking food. Unless he was called away or something else important happened, it would continue to consume all of his attention until the potatoes were done and ready to eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 01:52:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Fifty shades of fucked up<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Dom, the voices in Noah's head </div><br><em>Shock. I'm in shock.</em> Noah realized as he rocked back and forth on the couch next to Sara, his blue eyes devoid of life as they found a spot on the floor and locked in on it, having something to focus on while all of the little voices inside of his head rambled on and on about having to kill Mika because she was trying to run away. That's what one of the voices was saying anyways. Another one was going on about how Big Tim just didn't like the used up girl anymore and he wanted a fun way to kill her off so he had the gay boy kill her off. <em>No... That's not possible. Tim's not that cruel.</em> Noah's voice was cast over the other voices which were like his, just tweaked a little bit so they were all different than the others. All together they were a collective of him. Who he really was underneath all of the 'hero' bullshit that really wasn't getting him anywhere. None of the other captives seemed to respect him. Now they probably all thought that he was just as cracked out as Twitch. <br><br>"Bitch tried to kill Twitch." Noah admitted to himself as quietly as he could, realizing what explanation he was looking for. He found it. Though anyone else might find it a bit mad, Noah thought it was completely plausible. <em>I remember Twitch coming through the sunroof while Mika was untied. He pointed the gun at Sara. Being the feisty little hooker she was, she somehow kung-fued the gun out of Twitch's grip and was pointing Twitch's own gun at him. Sara then called Dom and then it all went downhill from there. Now bitch is dead.</em> Noah giggled to himself, his eyes finally breaking from the spot on the floor to look over at Sara, still giggling. <br><br>"Bitch tried to kill Twitch. You called Dom. I shot her." Noah nodded his head, a smile plastered to his face followed by a blush on his cheeks. "Where is Twitch? I miss him. It's like he's never here but then he's here and then he's not here." The redhead started rocking back and forth again. "Fucking bitch caused a conundrum!" He wailed, holding onto his head a tears started to fall down his cheeks again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 02:12:02</strong>
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				The drive was a boring one, fortunately. Ricky drove in silence, or in the pleasing sound of a half dozen engines all roaring around him. He knew some of the guys had music and working sound systems but on his bike, he'd need some headphones to even get a little bit of recognizable sound. He was on a flank, occasionally doing wide sweeps to check for trouble. He didn't expect much, and unless they were going to be ambushed, the dust cloud kicked up by another gang of vehicles would be the best warning he would get.<br><br><br>The campsite was a decent one, in defensive terms. Long line of sight and if shit got really bad, there was a conveniently flat lake bed to drive across. He pulled in a little after the rest of the gang, but he didn't have a tent to set up either. Most nights he simply pulled out a blanket and slept under the sky. If it was too cold, then he would usually ask Dom or Warren if he could sleep in their vehicle, but that was usually reserved for winter time. Or the wastelands equivalent, in this case.<br><br>Speaking of Dom, he figured that he should head over to the Bus and get V to teach her that promised lesson, but for some reason he hesitated. He could be a cruel man, he knew this for a fact, but that usually only happened during raids where his blood was up and he needed to make sure that the people weren't going to suddenly stop being docile little captives and start being an angry crowd. Now, sitting more or less calmly in a safe campsite? He'd rather just fuck her brains out instead of concocting some sort of elaborate torture-fuck. Still, he figured he could figure something out, and he did need to keep his promises. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 02:35:00</strong>
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				Name: Maria<br>Location: Camp Site<br>Summary: Wondering around, but not too far<br>Tagged: Giga, and Noah.<br><br>Maria was happy to sit there and simply and read as he drove. There were times when her hand would simply rest on the line she was at and listen to the music. She was glad for this moment, even if it was not too long of one. She knew this peace would not last, after all the large raider did not pick her out of a group to simply sit by him as he drove around.<br><br>---<br><br>After Giga left the car Maria climbed out as well. She put her book in her bag and lifted it onto her back. She watched as the raider wondered to the back of the car, the other that had been with them was already gone off to do his own thing. She gave a tiny nod, when he told her to not go to far. She watched for just a moment as Giga set the tent up before turning to walk off.<br><br>She found herself near the bus that the young man from before had been taken into. She could hear him wail something and stopped. Part of her wanted to check on him, though it did not feel like a good idea. She was a stranger and he would not really want to talk to her. Besides she had no idea what she could say to him that could make him feel better, <em>Sorry you had to shoot someone but the huge guy over there wants us to be friends so let's chill </em> just didn't sound right to her for some reason. Probably why she didn't speak up as she moved past the bus. Sometimes she was actually happy that she did not speak a lot, her people skills were off.<br>&nbsp;<br>She chose to simply wander around for just a little while, take in the camp. Maybe she would meet someone who she could chat with until Giga came looking for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 02:44:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Getting ready to leave the bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Making herself useful<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Dom, Maria<br><hr></div><br>She'd almost forgotten about the state of her jacket, distracted by the peculiar seating onto which she and Noah had been deposited. Her time on the bus had been brief, but even she knew the luxury of the couch was strictly out of bounds as far as slaves were concerned.&nbsp; Dom's order drew her sights downward to the remnants of Mika slowly seeping through her coat. Snarling, she shrugged off the soiled over-sized garment and balled it up soiled side in. <br><br>Tucker edged forward in his seat, veraciously eyeing Sara's seldom-exposed curves. The greedy-eyed enforcer hoped that if he looked hard enough through the worn once-white tank top, he might just get a free preview of what he planned on fucking senseless before one of the higher ups put a more official claim on dearly departed Devon's girl. Sara was oblivious to the looming danger, consumed instead with worry for Noah. It was eminently clear the boy was unraveling, and yet she felt helpless to stop it.&nbsp; The ride rolled on with silence between them that was only ruptured by mad ramblings once they had slowed to a stop.&nbsp; <br><br>What could she say? There was no consolation she could formulate that didn't prickled her thoughts like a bared insult. The situation was as gruesome as it was tragic and painting it in any other light did a disservice to Mika's memory and Noah's intelligence. All she could think to do was to offer him the same solace in which she lost herself when sorrow threatened to paralyze her: work.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"<strong>I'm going to go set up some solar stills, Noah. You should join me.</strong>" Sara whispered, attempting to achieve a sympathetic tone without patronizing the kid. <br><br>It was the same task Sara undertook whenever the convoy set up camp. Water being on the very top of her list of essentials. She found comfort in the small measure of normalcy to be found in routine, and she hoped to share that with her ginger hero. She had grabbed her pack and a shovel from the bus' supplies by the time one of the newly acquired slaves had wandered on to Dom's bus. She blinked at the girl's greeting, pursed her lips as if to say something, but settled on silence. She gave Noah a 'or just stay here' shrug, slung her shovel over her shoulder, and headed for the cracked mud mosaic of the once great lake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 03:17:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Saving Sara's <br>ass...for himself! Bam!<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara, Noah, <br>Maria, Veronica<br><hr></div><br>"Nuh uh. Go have a seat Sara. We got things to discuss. " Dom said, suddenly standing in her path. <br><br>"The rest of you, out. " It was normally this way. On the road, Dom's bus was the most efficient way to transport most of the bulks. When it came camp time, Dom's bus was his palace. His private little empire, and he kept it to himself, and a handful of slaves he kept around to service him. Whether that meant cleaning or fucking. Sara had been lucky the last few weeks since Devon dissapeared. Dom had been letting her stay and all that was expected of her was the cleaning and cooking. Judging from his tone today, her duties were about to expand. <br><br>The other slaves would have to either pitch themselves tents, find a Coyote to shack up with, or sleep in the dirt. He didn't particularly care. He looked over Maria, and breifly considered keeping her on board for the fucking. But he was pretty sure she'd been riding with Giga. Dom had no doubt in his mind if it ever came to a fight he could take Giga. Even kill 'im, like he'd done everyone else he'd challenged. What he did doubt was whether or not he could take Giga without sustaining potentially crippling injuries in the process. She was a pretty little red thing, but she wasn't worth that kind of workout. Not tonight. Besides, he really did want to have a chat with Sara, about her future in the coyotes. Heh. <br><br>"You. Take that with you. &nbsp;" 'You' being Maria, and 'that' being Noah. Noah seemed sufficiently broken that he figured it was best not to leave him wandering on his own. "Unless another Coyote comes for 'im, you're responsible for 'im til mornin'. " It was a rather arbitrary decision. Just meant to expedite the broken one's departure from the Presidential...well, Vice-Presidential Palace. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 03:28:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/1Qbqn.jpg)<strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> To the Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Being secured,<br>summarily freaking out<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Anyone<br></strong><hr></div><br>V felt her breathing pick up as she entered the bus and her pulse start to race again. She was completely terrified as she was forced onto the couch. The doc hardly moved throughout the whole ride, staring off into space and, even though she knew it was unhealthy, was willing to let the shock overcome her to take her out of the moment; she didn't even hear the gunshot outside when Noah made his choice.<br><br>She was snapped out of her painless reverie by the bus coming to a stop. V's eyes snapped out of their distant, glazed look, and she tried to move her hands again. Naturally, she was still handcuffed. As soon as she heard Dom's orders, she stood up and followed the other two out. As soon her feet touched the ground outside, however, she remembered Ricky's ominous warning about a lesson.<br><br>The doc wondered if trying to hide on the bus would've been a better idea than coming out here. V kept her mouth still shut, afraid to even utter a word without being asked for one in the Coyotes' camp; after all, the last time she had tried to do something she thought would get her out of the situation, it had only dug her in deeper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 03:44:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The camp<br><strong>Summary:</strong> The eye of the storm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Dom, Maria, Korryn </div><br>"I don't need anyone to watch me. I'm not an amputee with a pissing problem." Noah said as he made his way out of the bus, pulling the other redhead with him. "No offence to you though. You are the other redhead, which means we should stick together. So many brunettes around. Little shit heads if you ask me. Always scheming. Using the radios to get the others killed. It's like someone lit a fire of treacherous ambition under their asses while they were sleeping and they all decided to turn on one another till someone got shot. Till Mika got shot..." Noah rambled on and on then finally trailed off while they walked forward, he didn't know he had a hold on the girls wrist until his hand started to cramp up. <br><br>"Oh, sorry." An apologetic smile took over his face and he hugged her gently. "I don't mean to hurt, I promise." Sure, he might have been a little crazy and a lot broken at the moment, but he still didn't want to hurt anyone, especially not the girl that was going to have to take care of him until the morning. "I want to go to the lake." He said as he let her go, turning himself around quickly then walking towards where the lake used to be. <em>I am myself. I am myself. Who am I? I am myself.</em> The real Noah was breaking in and out repeatedly, finding his way to the surface just to be pulled back under by someone that wasn't him at all. Someone so fucked up it made him want to die. <br><br>"Gotta think. Can't keep this up. Killed her. Had to kill her. Big Tim made me..." A gasp. The truth was breaking through. Little by little. "Have to regain myself." Noah pulled his hands up to his head and ran his hands through his messy, ginger hair. "Even if it means..." His nails were digging into the back of his head, starting to draw blood. He was stopped quickly by the vision of a girl. A woman. Someone of the female variety. She was beautiful. Like a light in a dark room filled with noises you don't understand. "Hey!" Noah called out to her. "Who are you and why are you so bright?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 04:05:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Camp site.</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Completely <br>confused <br>by Noah, <br>as well as a little worried.</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Noah, Maria</strong></div><br>She noticed the pair walking towards her. The two red heads. The one Meat-bags had claimed for himself, and then the boy. The one who'd shot that girl. He didn't look like he was doing so good, and that became more and more apparent the closer he got. She was about to turn and look away; better not to get mixed up in this, when he called out to her. Or, at least, she thought it was her. She looked around to see if there wwas by some off chance a shiny being around, and there was none.<br><br>Her eyebrows drew together slightly. This kid... he needed some help. A lot of help. She took a few&nbsp; steps forward "Are you talking to me?" She asked at first. Slowly, she reached out a hand and put it on his shoulder. "I'm not bright... just... blonde." It was meant to come out as a joke. A bad one, but, a joke none-the-less. She smiled at him, placing both of her hands on his, trying to pry them gently away from his head. <br><br>"You're gonna hurt yourself, hun. Lets put these down." She said to him, as a mother who was trying to calm down her child who'd just scraped their knee would. She looked to Maria, and gave her a soft smile.<br><br>"We've met briefly," She said to her with a nod. She looked between the two of them. "I'm Korryn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 04:13:12</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Maria<br><strong>Location: </strong> The Bus, the lake bed<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Apparently babysitting<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Korryn<br><br>Maria stumbled after Noah as he prattled on about the brunettes. She was not sure what to do about him. He was falling apart and she could guess that he needed a friend. She did not know him at all though, just knew his name. She did not comment on his hold on her wrist, it was tight but she would rather him simply guide her to where he wanted to go then have to drag him where he didn't.<br><br>"It's okay." She said quietly as he pulled her into a hug, she offered a small smile. He had not really hurt her, she gave a nod and followed him down to the dry lake. She let him have his moment, when he looked like he was going to hurt himself the way his dug his nails into his scalp she went to stop but she was beat by Korryn. "Look, I am not really good at this sort of thing. I saw what happened, what you did. You can't let that be the end of you though." She offered Korryn a small smile as she tried to help with the situation.<br><br>&nbsp;She thought about seeing Korryn back in town, how the woman had been tossed to the floor right next to her and she had done nothing. "Maria, sorry about back in town. I really wanted to try to help you out and catch you but I was told to keep my hands on my head." She gave a slight sigh, the thought of this maybe being too far for Giga's taste briefly ran through her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 04:19:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> slowly coming to terms <br>with her new reality<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Dom, Maria<br><hr></div>Sara's head jerked back as her path was suddenly bared by a wall of man flesh. She flushed a brief treacherous scarlet before taking a safe step back. A snort of derision shot out her nostrils as Noah suddenly regained his shattered composure and departed without so much as a 'Good luck dealing with whatever the murdering Tyrant wants of you'. Even while acknowledging his trauma, she couldn't help but trail the redheads with a wholly stunned gaze from the bus as Noah's accusatory ramblings trailing off into quiet. <br><br>The largest of the convoy vehicles fell into a heavy silence, making her long breaths loud and uneven to her ears. Sara looked at Dom a long hard moment, shovel slung over her shoulder. Barring another miracle where she found herself with a gun in her hands, this was as close as she ever going to be to being armed in his presence, but it didn't take an individual with her intellect to predict the outcome of that match, gardening implements or no. She set the tool back in it's place, slipped her pack from her shoulders, and claimed an uneasy spot on the couch where he had deposited her. She didn't want to speak. She knew it would only bring more trouble, and yet words rattled out of her throat in bold defiance to her better senses. <br><br>"<strong>Look, I know this talk has been a long time coming, but if Devon's service - his loyalty meant <em>anything</em> to you, you won't cast me into the communals, barter me off for goods, or whatever else it is you have in mind...</strong>" She nervously rationalized.<br><br>It was clear enough in her tone that, despite his having mentioned wanting to claim her during the 'trial' for the trouble in which she and Noah had landed, Sara seemed oblivious to that being a genuine desire to any desired he might have to fuck let alone claim her. In fact, she'd dismissed his saying so as a mere sadistic taunt.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 04:41:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Discussing Sara's Future<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>"I have to be perfectly honest with you here Sara...nobody besides you gives a fuck about Devon. " he said rather bluntly as he turned his back on her...if ever there was to be a chance to strike him this was it!...and walked to the front of the bus, closing and locking the door as the last of the slaves exited. <br><br>Assuming she did not seize her moment to take the offensive he turned back and walked to stand before her as she sat on the couch, leaning back against the countertop. "Don't get me wrong. Nice guy. Probably too nice for this life. Good soldier though. Followed orders, carried his weight. While he was carrying his weight, that was enough to keep you nice and secure in his ride. But he ain't here anymore. And Tim's got a better shot at going to heaven when he dies, than there is of Devon walking back into this camp tonight. Or tomorrow night. Your husband's gone, and we're not really the sentimental-types. The other Coyotes are already salivating for a chance to ride you. Chris was commenting just the other day on what a pretty mouth you've got." <br><br>He very calmly, matter-of-factly laid out her situation for her. Though judging from her words she seemed to have a good sense of her precarious position already "Now chances are Tim would just throw you into the Communals. That'd make Chris's day. Him and a dozen other Coyotes. Or barter you off, like you said. But it doesn't have to go down that way. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 05:05:07</strong>
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				For the second time in a very long day, Sara was an uncharacteristically easy-read. When Dom spoke of Devon in casual, dismissive terms, she took on a rare edge of severity, her eyes lighting with anger. How <em>dare</em> this murdering, raping bastard speak even speak his name? Her jaw set, teeth sinking in to her bottom lip at the mention of her mouth and Chris' alleged notice of it. She'd seen enough of his exploits with Noah to know <em>exactly</em> the intentions that compliment held. <br><br>Emotions raged a fiery battle against logic, but the latter managed to withstand the fray. <br><br>"<strong>He's alive, and he's coming back for me.</strong>" She answered quietly, though it was apparent he'd begun to drive a wedge of doubt into that certainty. Conscious of her wavering tone, she straitened herself, and aimed at imbuing her words with more confidence. "<strong>And I'd like to be here, and relatively... whole when he does.</strong>" Sara could not think of a better euphemism for 'not-raped-to-pieces'. She waited in a quiet that suggested she was ready for Dom to get at whatever he was building towards.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 05:41:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Giving Sara a choice.<br>Am I not Merciful? Am I not enlightened? <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>"You could be right. Wouldn't give you particularly great odds on that, but hey...stranger things have happened right? &nbsp;" He chuckled. <br><br>"But in the meantime, you have a choice to make. That's right Sara. A Choice. " A slow smirk spread across his face. "you see...I ain't like Tim. Don't get me wrong. I respect the guy. You don't get to be his age living this kind of life without being good at what you do. But there are times when I think he's a bit too heavy-handed with the meat. Sometimes a lighter touch is called for."<br><br>He took a coupel of small steps that closed the distance between them, and curled a knuckle under her chin, tilting her gaze up at him as he whispered. "What do you think Sara? Would you apprecciate a lighter touch? " <br><br>He locked eyes with her, creating just a few moments of intimacy before that smug smirk returned and he eased back against the counter again. "Beating down a slave will cow them. Or break them, like your former friend out there. Noah, I beleive? that's well and fine if you don't care about their longevity...but I see a great many uses for you Sara. Long into the future. I can't have you broken. Not completely anyway. So you get what no other slave in this entire camp gets. A choice. &nbsp;"<br><br>He gestured to the front door and the exit to the bus. "You can...if you want...pick up that shovel and walk out those doors. Go join the slaves that think you betrayed them. The Coyotes who don't give a rat's ass whether or not Devon is coming back. Try to be useful enough to be allowed to keep your pants on one more night. Hope they don't pass you around like they did with Mika. Maybe it'll work. Maybe Chris has a prettier mouth to occupy his attention tonight. You walk out that door, and i'm done with you. You're just another body to me after that. &nbsp;"<br><br>He gave her a few moments of silence to mull over her odds outside this bus. Then he continued "Or...you open the top two buttons of your shirt. You slide off that couch onto your knees. You crawl over here to me, and open up my pants. You pull out my cock, look up into my eyes...and give it a single kiss. Then...then we'll continue to discuss your future prospects in this camp. "<br><br>Choice is a powerful thing. People take it for granted so often. 'I had no other choice.' But that's never true. Never. Dom knew there's always a choice, and forcing people to confront that fact could be a powerful manipulative tool indeed. Just because the choices are not often pleasant, doesn't mean they don't exist. If Sara did this, she'd never truly be able to look at herself and call herself a Victim. In her heart, she'd always know that whatever Dom did to her in the future she could have avoided it if she'd made a different choice right here, right now. If she'd chosen the door and taken her chances. That's the way Dom figured it at least. No matter hwo she protested or fiegned innocence this would forever make her an accomplice in everything that happened between them after this moment. <br><br>The specific instructions on what was required of her if she chose to stay were her first test in obedience. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 06:20:11</strong>
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				The first thing to go up was Tim's tent. He'd picked it for its stability and the general level of comfort that came with its moderate size. Once it was standing and the stakes were in the ground his awning came next. This he'd picked simply because it was the easiest one to put up that he'd found in the old sporting goods store he'd looted so many years ago. It took him less than two minutes to get it standing and weighted down so that even the strongest of breezes wouldn't blow it away.<br><br>After the 'buildings' were up he got out his folding tables and set them up just the way he liked, spreading his maps, notes, and figures over the central one. The table on the left played home to several books, each one opened to a specific page. And the right table held his plate and utensils as well as a chessboard, which he hadn't had opportunity to use against anyone but himself in some time. <br><br>Looking at it made him sigh softly and shake his head. So many things of the old world....the world <em>he remembered</em> were slowly being forgotten without hope of ever being learned again. He'd considered teaching someone in the group to play but had set the idea aside simply because he doubted any of the members would be interested in something that had to do with sitting down, <em>and</em> waiting your turn. As for the captives, well they never lasted long enough to make it worth the effort. <br><br>Forcing the nostalgic thoughts from his head Tim continued with the task at hand. Now that the tables were set up the only thing left was his chair and his bedding. The chair he set at a good angle where he could look out at the rest of the camp. And finally the bedding he placed inside his tent. Unrolling the inflatable mattress and placing his blanket and pillow on top of it. He also laid out a little surprise for the girl, next to his blankets. <br><br>Once he exited his tent Tim looked around, his eyes passing over each member of the group going about their normal routines for setting up camp. In a bit he'd have to see about getting a meal set up. He knew some of the group liked to cook their own food but he still insisted that food be made by someone, normally a captive, for the gang. But before he did that his bed needed to be made.<br><br>With a loud whistle, akin to the kind normally used to call dogs, Tim called out <strong>"Korryn, get your ass over here!"</strong><br><br>Once she arrived he nodded to the tent <strong>"There's an air mattress in there with a pump attached, use the pump to fill up the mattress, then set up my blanket and pillow, then change into what I've laid out for you and come back to me"</strong><br><br>With that he turned back to his table, looking over his calculations for the gang's current fuel range.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 06:40:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> failing<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div><br>Between his purposefully dehumanizing characterization of the slaves, and his apparent amusement in her present predicament, Sara's distaste for Dom was growing exponentially. Perhaps Dom was the lesser of two evils when compared to Tim, but at least their ruler and chief knew exactly who and what he was. Tim didn't harbor any delusions of grandeur or of... of...<br><br>Her thoughts came to a jarring halt the moment his coiled finger caught her by surprise. She looked up at him, eyes wide with surprise at the dull ache of desire his whispers stirred in her. She imagined in that moment, those fingers lightly following the curve of her jaw line, sliding down the length of her neck, tracing the edge of her collarbone. That bloody smirk dampened the fantasy and she inhaled for the first time in what she felt was an eternity. <br><br>Her wits were sharpened anew by the mention of choice, and she waited in unabashed anticipation for this supposed luxury. Her gaze followed his gesture to the door and lingered there as he explained the options it presented. While meant to manipulate her, his words did carry a measure of truth. She'd lost her only true ally in Noah, and wasn't going to be gaining any new friends among the slaves, old or new, after Mika. <br><br>It didn't' matter. She couldn't stay. Reflexively, and without thinking, she stood up and took her shovel. It felt impossibly heavy in her grasp, and she didn't make it a single step toward the door before setting it down again. A crushing realization had set int. Maybe Noah was right. Maybe she was shit. Maybe this was what she deserved - a suitable punishment for having made the mistake of reaching out to the man during the scuffle with Twitch. <br><br>She picked a place on the bus floor, stared hard at it. Her fingers moved to the top button of her shirt but she couldn't even bring herself to undo the one. Her fingers just hovered there, shaking uncooperatively before falling to her sides. She brought herself to look at him, but even that was some great feat.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 06:47:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Camp site.</strong> <br><strong>Summary: When Big Tim calls,<br>you better fucking go.</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Noah, Maria, Tim.</strong></div><br>She smiled softly at Maria, shaking her head slightly. "Don't worry, there's no hard feelings. You kept your hands right where they needed to be." Hearing her name yelled suddenly made her jump slightly. She looked over, then back at them. "Sorry... I've gotta go... Make sure he gets some air, ok?" She rushed away, going back over to Tim.<br><br>Once she was there, she looked at him to let him know she was all ears to whatever he had to ask (or demand) of her. She listened and nodded as he talked about the pump and the bed... then froze some when he mentioned a "surprise". She knew any surprise from this man, for her, was most likely not really for her. "Ok. Thank you." She said before she went inside.<br><br>Taking in a deep breath, she got to work filling the air mattress. She didn't even try looking for her surprise yet. She didn't want to know. Once the bed was nice and filled, she made his bed. Then, she turned her attention to the pink, lace, baby doll (http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/sexy-lingerie-photo-gallery-20.jpg?w=500&amp;h=618) that was laid out for her. She picked it up with some hesitation. Instantly she thought about the scars on her back. Those were definitely something she was self-conscious about, and even more so now. What if he didn't like them and decided to beat her over them? She supposed it would be another things to put in the book to thank her father for one day. The second thought she went to was where did this come from and who had worn it before her? She just grimaced, and stripped out of her old clothes and put on the piece he'd given her. She folded her clothes, setting them aside.<br><br>She swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly walked back out to see him. The first breeze that hit her, combined with her nerves, caused her nipples to stiffen beneath the sheer lace. "Does it look all right?" She asked him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 06:52:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Making the choice easier.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>She turned and practically bumped right into him. He'd stepped up silently behind her as she stood there with her back to him, trembling fingers undoing the first button. And when she turned and there he was. A chest hard as stone, smooth as marble. The shirt he'd been wearing moments ago now crumpled on the couch where she'd been moments ago. <br><br>Before she could gasp, before she could even blink his lips were on hers, and his arm was snaking around her waist like a python. Lithe and powerful, capable of crushing her with so little effort. Binding her in an embrace, holding her prisoner so she could not retreat from the hungry and passionate assault his mouth was initiating against hers. <br><br>The kiss ended as abruptly as it began. He took her breath with him as he backed up a few steps and resumed his previous posture. Braced back against the counter. The moonlight beamed through the windows at just the wrong angle, painting a pale silver across the small curves of every exquisitely defined muscle in his abdomen and chest. Dark eyes bored into her and waited with predatory patience. He knew she was his. He was just waiting now for the realization to fall upon her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 09:28:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Ricky<br><strong>Location: </strong>Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Finding V<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>V<br><br>His spot secured (bike parked, weapon cleaned and unloaded and blanket on the ground), Ricky wandered off towards the bus, where he saw most of the slaves and raiders getting off, though he was pretty sure that Dom stayed inside. He usually did unless something caused him to come out. That didn't really matter to him, he could find Dom later if he wanted. He was looking for V.<br><br>Spotting her brown hair standing alone as the crowd dispersed from the bus doors, he fished the key to her handcuffs from a pocket. "Hey there hero." He said as he got closer. "Let's talk." He grabbed her by the upper arm and started walking back to where his bike was parked. "So did you have a good long time to think about how stupid it is to be a hero?" He asked her on the way, but continuing to talk, making it clear he didn't expect an answer. "I mean, I learned a while ago. Heroes die, usually some epic death. You, on the other hand, will probably die alone and forgotten after being raped by a dozen raiders in some, oh deserted rest stop for example. And you didn't even make a difference."<br><br>They reached Ricky's campsite, looking exactly like he had left it. "So here's my plan for the night. I'm going to fuck you. You probably won't enjoy it. But I do have an offer for you. You do this willingly, without trying to hurt or kill me or anything like that, and I won't throw you to the communal pile after I'm done like a used cloth." He started to unlock her handcuffs, speaking as he did so. "I know Lilly will be disappointed, she's had an eye on you for a while, and some of the guys too, you're better looking than most of what they've seen in a while." The handcuffs were tucked into his pocket and he walked over to lean on the seat of his bike. <br><br>"So do we have an agreement?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 17:20:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/nokia-n8/auto-assault-girl.jpg)<br><strong>Kriss</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Steve's car<br>&nbsp; <strong>Summary:</strong> Helplessly and cruelly hogtied<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tagged: </strong> Steve<br><hr></div>With the chain even tighter than before, Kriss could hardly move at all. As she recovered from the shock, her main concern turned to prevent the severe hogtie to completely strangle her. She had to keep her body arched, which meant pulling on the muscles of her back as there was nothing else she could do to release the tension on her throat. Her mouth was open with her tongue slightly protruding. Her eyes were staring at nothing in particular, and indeed she could not see much through her tears. The posture was forcing her breasts to jut forward and threaten her shirt to explode under their pressure.<br><br>She did not see much of what had happened near the bus as Steve carried her to his car, nor did she react much. Unbeknownst to her, this won her the front position. She was stuffed in front of the passenger seat, on the greasy floor of the car. The crampedness of the space was allowing her to rest her knees and breasts on opposite supports, which removed from her spine muscles some of the burden of staying arched. At last she could breathe a little easier. Her breath was hissing and panting through her constricted throat.<br><br>She could feel the engine in her body as it roared to life, as well as every bump and turn of the desert road as Steve drove to some unknown destination. The desperate nature of her situation was slowly engulfing her as time passed. She had failed everything. Failed to escape, failed to warn her comrades and failed to die. Hers was the worst situation that could be imagined: helpless in the hands of cruel raiders of an enemy gang, with no way, yet, to put an end to her own life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 19:05:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div><br>For the first time since Devon had disappeared into the dunes, she was awoken from her numb grief and unrelenting anxiety. She felt <em>good</em>, perhaps not emotionally, but physically - exquisitely so. The guilt, loss, and fear that had settled into her chest was expelled in one blissful breath as their lips parted all too abruptly. A kind of quiet she had never experienced settled over the busy rabble of her thoughts. Sara had spent so long trapped within the perpetual motion of her own mind, she'd all but forgotten she had a body until it was suddenly pulsating - warm, creeping, agonizing. As soon as the soon as the consuming sensation had reached her every muscle, her ever pore, it was gone again, retreating into the cold empty space strategically placed between them.&nbsp; <br><br>When she looked at him, she wanted him. For far too long she'd denied that simple truth, and was made to wonder if Dom had been aware of it all along. She didn't think - Didn't carefully weigh out her options or consider the repercussions of her actions. In fact, she willed herself not to. There was only room for the need of that fleeting pleasure-as profound as a parched wandered in the wastes craved water. <br><br>Knowing her stubborn digits had long lost the battle against her buttons, she simply slid her shirt over her head, slowly allowing it to fall on the floor, leaving her entirely exposed from the waist up. Her pert breasts, just large enough to fill a man's palm, hardly merited more support then a tight undershirt, and since Sara spent the better part of her time buried underneath over sized clothing, she rarely bothered with more then that. Even in the darkness of the bus' shadows her milky flesh glowed.<br><br>She walked to him, unable to bring herself to move on her fours. This, of course, only made the task of kneeling before his substantially greater height all the more daunting. She required further incentive to find the courage. Gingerly she extended her hand so that the backs of her fingers rested against the stone flesh just beneath his navel before beginning a slow grazing descent to his pant-line. She drew a long breath, wavering on the spot before dropping to a knee, then the other, bringing her to unsettling eye-level with his crotch - close enough to feel his heat.&nbsp; She looked up, pupils dilating as if they could not get large enough to take him in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 19:48:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Puttin' <br>a bitch in check.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br><br>He'd known for a while that under that baggy military surpluss shirt she wore, there was a tight, taught, pert little body waiting to be explored. And though he was pleased to see it, her failure to follow instructions was noted. She had likely seen for herself how deadly those hands were. And now she felt for herself how rough they were in texture. Hard, calloused. But though the texture of the skin was harsh, the tough itself was light, warm, and gentle as he caressed her cheek. As he pushed his fingers back into her hair, and then slowly clenched his fist in the dark curls. The fist tightened, her hair pulling taut until the grip was beginning to grow a bit painful. <br><br>"You don't follow verbal instructions well Sara. We'll work on that. " His words weren't harsh or angry though. It was more the stern tone you might take with a slow child who simply needed extra attention. He pulled her up, slow enough to hurt for those first few seconds until her feet remembered how to work and pushed up to follow the silent command of his hand to rise. If she had trouble with verbal commands, he'd see how she was at keeping up with body language. <br><br>If she felt slighted at all by the harsh treatment of her hair, his lips denied her a chance to express it. Again he kissed her. Deeper and harder than last time, the fist that controlled her hair forcing her to arc up into him this time. This kiss ended quicker than the last though, allowing his mouth to move lower, even as free hand rose higher. Moving from her hip, up along her smooth belly until that perfect handful of breast was claimed. One hard nipple poking out from between his fingers. That was where his mouth was going now, the tip of his tongue darting out to give it a teasing flick. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 19:59:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp site<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Searching for himself<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Korryn, Maria, Tim</div><br>"All the light is fading." Noah mumbled once Korryn was gone. He didn't want her to leave, but she was Big Tim's and you did what he said or you ended up dead. Noah was very happy he hadn't been claimed by anyone, but that also meant that he was going to be one of the first on the chopping block once they had too many captives to feed. Right now, the redhead didn't care if he lived or died, either way he would still be lost to himself. <br><br>"Maria?" He turned to the other redhead, she looked a little worried. She was probably claimed and she didn't want to be too far away from whoever claimed her in case she got in trouble for doing so. Noah immediately felt bad and decided he could take care of himself. He may be a little bit off of his rocker, but if he sat still for a long enough time maybe he would be able to meditate the crazy away. "I don't need a babysitter. You seem a bit worried. I would go check in with whoever claimed you before someone else comes along and tries to get on you. Your a beautiful girl, so you should hurry up to where your more protected." Noah smiled a fake smile and patted her on the back lightly. The last thing he wanted right now was to be alone with his thoughts, but he also couldn't take anymore of this crazy PTSD that was tearing up his whole body. Of course it was going to take days, maybe <em>weeks</em> to get better, but he had to start at sometime. Right now was the perfect time since he was feeling more like himself. <br><br>His steel-blue eyes set on the closest picnic table to him which was the furthest away from the camp. Noah climbed on top of the table and sat cross-legged, his hands resting on his legs. Before going into his meditative state Noah looked around to make sure there was nobody around him. <em>Coast clear.</em> A high pitched voice told him before he closed his blue eyes and succumbed to the noisy dark room in his head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 21:15:25</strong>
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				Name: Maria<br>Location: Campsite<br>Summary: Sticking with Noah<br>Tagged: Noah<br><br><br>Maria felt badly as Korryn left, she hoped that the young woman would be alright. Her attention quickly went back to Noah though when he spoke. She gave him a small smile as he advised her to go back to Giga before trouble came to her. She followed him though, if a bit delayed it may not have been the most sane thing to do but she felt that it was the right thing. Leaving Noah alone felt wrong even if she simply was near by she would feel better.<br><br>"Giga, it was him that claimed me. I was just thinking that far to him and me are probably two different things considering his size. He actually spoke about wanting me to meet you so I think I will stick around for a bit. I'll leave you to your thoughts though, I will just read some." She said quietly stopping when she reached the table. She looked and saw that his eyes had been closed and set her bag down.<br><br>She pulled a book out of her bag, well half of a book. It was the first half of The Scarlett Letter. She sat on the ground near the table and started to read.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 22:58:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Having a better time then expected<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div><br>In a short stretch of time, Sara had several long held suspicions about her sexual inclinations confirmed with resounding certainty. Though inexperienced for a woman of her age, she was far form innocent, having been exposed to enough sexual depravity to make Ted Bundy blush. While rape remained as nauseating as the first time she'd witnessed it on the day of her abduction some two years ago, a ravaging had burrowed in to her fantasies. On those long, cold, lonely nights where Devon's tracking missions had left her alone in his tent, her hands inevitably began to wander, and her mind to turn to being taken. In muffled desperation, she'd blurry her face in her pillow and paw at herself in a feverish course to relief. More often then not she'd begin with staring up into Giga's mask as he filled every inch of her, crushing her beneath his titan mass. Inevitably, however, Dom would encroach on her fantasies, despite her efforts to keep him at bay. <br><br>The foggy caricature of her imagination held nothing in comparison to the very real man of flesh and blood and his expert maneuvering between tantalizingly gentle and satisfyingly harsh touch. It was one thing to indulge in looking at him, it was another to feel him, to take in his scent. Even in the midst of this surreal haze, she knew she'd come to respond to both as she did the sight of him. A pang of guilt struck her as she wondered what Devon or Noah would think of her now in her mindless surrender. That shame was heightened as he palmed her chest to her shuddering bliss, that teasing hot jolt to her chest acting as a hardware to her abdominals, forcing her hips to jut forward and grind against him. <br><br>She looked down at the impossible sight of her breast in his hand, features full and flush, brow tented. Her arms had snaked across his shoulders for support - the last think she'd have ever imagined seeking from him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 23:19:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite <br><strong>Summary:</strong> Meditating on a mothafuckin picnic table<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Twitch, Dom, Dad</div><br>Noah liked the fact that she stayed and she was able to keep quiet too. What he was about to do was going to take every ounce of his concentration that he had. He had a theory that if he dove deep enough into his own head that he might be able to make himself better, stopping all of the random outbursts of shit that just seemed to be streaming out of his mouth at the most inappropriate of times. He was lucky he didn't get slapped by Dom when he snapped about needing a babysitter. Right now it was a good idea to have someone around to watch him. Otherwise he might say something on accident and get himself dead or have raunchy hate sex with Twitch. While lucid and himself, Noah didn't know which one he would rather have happen. <br><br>"You are never going to get any better, you know that? The blood of the innocent doesn't just wash away, Noah." The redhead opened his eyes to look directly into his father's eyes. He was back underground, the dim lighting from the lamps on the walls making his father look a lot older than what he actually was. <br><br>"How do you know? We can't just go around comparing the weight of raider's blood against the innocent's and see which one hurts us more. I <em>had</em> to kill her, dad. You know I had to. It was either just her, or all three of us. Big Tim wouldn't let me live after I couldn't pull the trigger to kill Sara or Mika. He would have killed me right there or left me alive for a couple of hours to just see me completely unravel into myself then shoot me like an animal. I know the way of the raiders, dad. I've been in this group long enough to figure that out." Noah's eyes brightened a shade closer to what they were supposed to be. He had just learned something. "That's just it. Not caring about the weight of blood. Killing who stands in your way of living and taking what you want. Mika was in the way. I killed her. That doesn't make me a monster, that just takes away my status as a hero." Noah clapped his dad on the shoulder before giving him a hug. "Thank's dad." <br><br>Noah pulled himself back out of his head, right back into reality where he was sitting on a picnic table and Maria was reading and most of the captives were being 'taken care of'. For the first time in what felt like years Noah could breathe without losing himself. He knew who he was: a survivor. If he had to fuck Twitch a thousand times and take part in the next raid and slay a dozen innocents he would. Shit, he'd blow Big Tim if it got him a way into a raider position. <br><br>"I know who I am." Noah said with a beautiful smile on his face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 23:54:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Discovering <br>what a brazen hussy Sara is.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>Though he had long suspected Sara had something of a wild side aching to get out, even he was a bit surprised at how quickly she seemed ready to submit. He grinned at her, releasing her breast only so his mouth could close fully around her nipple. His tongue flicked at it, played with it, and 'lest she get to thinking him too gentle a lover his teeth bit into it. Not hard enough to draw blood, but he'd leave a mark behind that would linger a few minutes before it faded. <br><br>"You're enjoying this aren't you? What's wrong Sara? Hubby hasn't been taking care of business?" He said as he straightened a bit and looked upon the pleasure and pain contorting her face as he once again pulled her head back by her hair. There was something knowing, taunting in the tone of his voice. Something he'd suspected for a long time now. He was more perceptive than most people realized. He saw the way Sara and Devon often looked at each other and never once had he seen even a trace of the desire a husband and wife should have for each other. Love, concern, worry, affection...all those things he saw. But passion? Lust? Need? Never once. <br><br>His other hand pushed itself roughly down the front of her pants, his fingers pushing up inside her, testing to see just how eager her body really was for him right now. He found her wet, slick, and tighter than a married woman should be. Tighter than any woman he'd ever had before, with the possible exception of Mika when he'd first taken the girl's virginity before tossing her to the other raiders. But Mika had never been even half this wet and eager. <br><br>He withdrew glistening fingers, and raised them to his own lips. Before her eyes he made a grand and lewd display of licking one of them clean. Savoring her taste as he licked up one side, then the other. But rather than do the same to the next finger, he pushed it into her own mouth giving her a taste of the treat he'd just enjoyed. With fist in her hair and finer in her mouth he forced her back down onto her knees in front of him, releasing her at last and staring down silent but for the heavy and heated breathing that made his chest heave at a steady, rythmic pace. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 01:43:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Cooking, Collecting The Gingers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Noah<br><br>Giga watched his potatoes cook. He had a cover on his pot so that precious moisture would not escape. They could not afford it, given the scarcity of potable water in the world they lived in. When the potatoes were almost done, he went and got a few hunks of jerky from a jar on the back of his HMMWV, freeing them from a glass mason jar. He pulled up the lid and eased in the pieces of jerky into the boiling water. It was made from a deer, Giga thought. Maybe a cow. But probably a deer. This would sort of make a soup out of it. By the time the potatoes were done, they would have a nice, salty, smokey flavour to them from the jerky, and the jerky would be nice and soft. He would have liked to have Sara make some food but she had not emerged from the bus with everyone else, and as unobservant as Giga was, he could figure it out. With Dom out of sight, Giga just assumed that Sara was getting a hard cock in every hole on her soft, curvy body that Dom wished to abuse. It was sad about Devon - Giga was not really friends with the other raiders, none of them were friends, really, but Devon had been pretty good. Someone you could trust to practice good trigger discipline, keep their shit together when they made enemy contact, stay awake on watch, and all kinds of other little things that the raiders needed to do so that they all would not end up with cheeks parted for deepest, unlubricated rammings. <br><br>Giga had a pair of bowls, and a large metal serving spoon to go with the eating spoons in each bowl. He nudged the potatoes with the serving spoon, and they were good and done. The humongous raider turned off the feed of fuel to the stove, and the flame died as it was denied anything to burn. He left the pot where it was, not because he trusted the other raiders not to steal his food, but because they wanted to live more. Giga stood up and wandered on over to the table where Noah and Maria were sitting. The huge raider had no idea what Noah's issue was - his own first kill was so long ago and forgotten, and Giga had experienced less angst over it than either red-head experienced over breathing. <br><br><strong>"Noah, little one. Time to eat."</strong> Giga declared in his flat, deadpan tone. He looked at both of them, indicating that they were to follow him. <strong>"If someone else wanted you for something, they can take it up with me."</strong> Giga carried on, looking at Noah, in case the ginger boy tried to beg off by claiming another raider wanted the boy. Maybe Chris. But it did not matter, because unless it was Big Tim - Dom was out of this calculation by default; if Dom were unoccupied and a candidate for a claim on Noah in some way, Giga would reassess and care - then Giga just did not give a shit what the other raiders would want with Noah and they could just wait. Then the big guy wandered on back to his HMMWV and spot on the camp site. He sat down cross-legged, and set about filling the two eating bowls. The portions that Giga divvied up were generous both in the sense of how much food was served up and in comparison to every other raider, with the exception of perhaps how Dom fed his current favourite. It was probably more than either of the small red-heads could eat in one sitting, but Giga really had no idea. He had a portion for himself left in the pot that was a little bit more than all he had served up for the pair of red heads.<br><br>Giga removed his mask, undoing the straps that held it in place, and set it on the ground beside him. He started to eat with the big metal serving spoon, chewing thoroughly and staring at his food with dead blue eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 02:17:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's campfire<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Who knew the gentle giant could cook?<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria</div><br>The little redhead wasn't surprised to see Giga coming over. Maria was his and he probably wanted to start having his way with her the way that huge meat-heads with soft hearts did. What surprised him was when Giga rounded them both up to take them back to his camp. This confused Noah. A lot. Was it pity? And if it wasn't pity, then what the hell was it? All he wanted to do was know, but asking Giga would be rude and since Giga was probably the nicest of all of the raiders, Noah decided not to ask why the giant man wanted them both instead of just one of them. <br><br>"Thank you." Noah said with a smile as he took a spoonful of the hot soup. It burned his tongue a little, but was still very delicious compared to anything else he was going to get to eat around the camp. It also probably tasted a bit better because it was made by Giga. Noah had a gentle smile on his face the whole time he ate, letting out a small belch once he was all full. Only a bout a third of the soup was gone when he was done and he passed it back to the large man who was now without a mask. "Sorry I couldn't finish it all. It was delicious and all, I just can't eat much anymore." Noah made sure to make eye contact with Giga, the bright blue of his eyes clashing with the dead blue of Giga's in a way that soothed him. Next Noah looked over at Maria and smiled a very friendly smile. He very much liked the girl even though he just met her. He liked Korryn too, even though he only got to experience her light for a few moments before she was called away by Big Tim. <br><br>"Thank you for hanging around the basin with me, Maria. I don't much like being alone here. It's always nicer when you have someone to talk to. If you ever need someone to talk to you can always find me in the camp or on Dom's bus." Noah leaned in a little bit closer so that his lips were close to the other redhead's ear. "You are lucky you got claimed by Giga. He is leagues better than Chris or Dom or Big Tim. Make sure you treat him good, he's the best guy you'll get a chance with in this world." Noah pulled himself back so he was sitting straight up, cross-legged right next to Maria and diagonally from Giga, a small blush creeping its way from one cheek to the other against his pale skin. He was very happy to finally get away from the bus, Dom, Sara, and Twitch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 03:04:56</strong>
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				Name: Maria<br>Location: Campsite<br>Summary: Making a new friend, having some dinner<br>Tagged: Giga, Noah<br><br>Maria was happy to simply sit and reread the book again. She looked up when Noah had finally spoke and offered a small smile. He seemed a bit calmer now and that made her glad. She did not feel that it was her place to pry, if he had more to say then he would have said it. She was going to go back to her book but Giga approached offering dinner. She packed her book into her bag and walked with Noah back to Giga had set up their dinner.<br><br>She was glad to have Noah eat with them, maybe what he had said about sticking together had stuck for her. She also thought that this would be better for him, he had seemed rather stressed at the bus. She looked to Giga when he took off his mask, she had not seen him with it off before. To be completely honest he was not bad looking at all. <br><br>It was a nice surprised that Giga had made dinner for them. If someone had told her as she had sat scared out of her mind in the town hall that she would be sitting with Giga and Noah enjoying some soup she would have thought them to be crazy. She was not able to finish her soup either, she ate a little over half though. She gave a small nod when Noah explained that he had not been able to finish, "Same here, it is very good though. Thank you." She offered Giga a smile as well as Noah. <br><br>"Don't think anything of it. It was nice to walk with you, and I got to read some more so that was nice."&nbsp; She felt the blush creep across her cheeks as Noah spoke. Se gave only a small nod when he whispered to her. She was already starting to see that she was better off then some of the other captives. She turned to look at Giga then, "What should I call you?" Even Noah had called him by what she assumed to be his first name, she did not know if that was appropriate for her though.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 03:52:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Just tryin' a little tenderness<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div><br><em>Yes! Yes! Yes! </em> The thought tore through her mind with each hot breath that rushed out of her gaping mouth into Dom's ear as hard teeth and slick, pebbled tongue teased at her chest, the only sound her struggling lungs managed to produce was a chocked whimper. Her small academic-soft hands, arched like claws, sunk into his hair and rested against his scalp. For all her years buried within the pages of rare, salvaged old-world tomes, she was at a complete loss for words as to even begin to describe the awe she felt at that feeling - which attached itself immediately to distinct scent of his hair and abrasive touch. Her face fell into the crook of his neck and the damnest thing happened: she smiled, a soft clandestine smirk just beyond Dom's peripheral vision.<br><br>The gentle grin receded in an instant when she was pulled back into view and it was made apparent her dearest&nbsp; secret was hardly as safe as she had once believed. Sara looked upward with an altogether different nakedness in her eyes. An explanation felt in order, but before she could so much as begin to gather her thoughts, Dom was reaching down, <em>inside</em> her. A hand wrapped reflexive around his wrist, for whatever it was worth, and she folded forward, her twisted brow resting against his chest. Her physical virginity had been claimed a decade ago by a tree climbing accident, but pair of fingers merited still merited a strained yelp. The cry did little to alleviate or hide her dripping readiness. <br><br>A deep scarlet consumed her flesh as he made a grand display of sampler her taste. This humiliation paled in comparison of having the sweet, sticky evidence of her arousal violating her own mouth. She grimaced reflexively in protest, but the tick digit continued to hold her mouth hostage as she was returned to her knees. Breathing deep upon release, she hunched forward, palms impacting the bus floor with a dull clap. Through her fallen dark hair she viewed her crumpled shirt, then the door, her shaken mind concocting a not so subtle escape route between the two. <br><br>Something changed in her hapless plan when she chanced a glance upward. She fixated on his chest - not the pronounced contours of muscle that held her attentions previously, but the steady rise and fall of his breath. This changed matters. Her eyes narrowed with curiosity as she looked further up to find his gaze, and this wonder overtook her. While locked in her careful observation, she began to stand through a slow strained timidness, one unsteady foot then the other, bracing herself for heavy hands to push her back to her knees at any given moment. <br><br>Sara fixated on the curve of his mouth one long moment and swallowed hard, arching upward, stretching to the tips of her toes to deliver a slow, soft embrace, as gentle as it was laced with care. She tensed instinctively as she fell back on her heels, anticipating at best the lip-splitting backhand Noah to which Noah had been treated that evening.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 03:58:43</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Waiting For The Other Bar Of Soap To Drop?<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Noah<br><br>Giga looked on as Noah made eye contact. It was like there was no one home inside that head of his as he mechanically raised the spoon to his mouth, consumed, and chewed, only to finally swallow and repeat the motion again and again. When Noah said he was done, Giga nodded. He was not angry or anything, and he put Noah's bowl down near the little camping stove. Eventually it would go back into the pot and they could eat it the next morning for breakfast. Or maybe later if they got hungry again. Either way, there was not going to be any waste. Nobody wasted food in the world they lived in now, and the definition of food had been stretched to breaking point. He reacted the same way when Maria finished her food. He carried on eating a little longer, but did not finish what was left in the pot. He carefully combined everything back into the pot, covered it with its lid, and stowed it, along with the utensils, stove, and its fuel, back in the HMMWV. No point in leaving it out to attract vermin or scavenging animals. Though if something big enough came along it would not be that bad to get some fresh meat. It had been a long time since Giga had had any heart or liver, and he was sort of in the mood for it. There was that little craving in the back of his mind for organ meat. The big raider drew out a cleaning kit for firearms while he was there.<br><br>The large raider sat back down cross-legged in the same position relative to the two red-heads, and finally got around to addressing Maria's question. <strong>"Giga."</strong> He said simply. Although maybe other raiders wanted to be called different things - lord, master, president, king, emperor, SEXUAL GOD - Giga was fine with being called his name. It meant something, his name did. It referred to numbers. Giga was an amount of numbers, bigger than mega, but smaller than tera. But tera sounded dumb for a guy's name. It was fine for a girl. <br><br><strong>"Stay with us for the night, Noah."</strong> Giga said. It was not a question, but a dictum. If Noah refused, Giga was more than capable of enforcing his will, although he doubted that he would have to take steps to do so. But he was capable of doing it. More than capable. It would be nice if he did not have to, but the world they lived in made demands of raider and slave alike, and sometimes one had to do onerous things to secure what one desired. It was probably the best shelter that Noah could get - Giga's tent was nicer than whatever arrangements Chris could put together, and Giga lacked Chris's oral fixation. So Noah would not have to sleep with a dick in his mouth and the weird shit that Chris got up to. <strong>"You can read until it gets dark, if you want, little one. Share with Noah if he wants to read too."</strong> <br><br>He started to break his pistol down into its constituent parts for cleaning. Although he had not fired a shot, it had been deployed, so it was a habit drilled into him that he should clean his weaponry. The large raider went about the task thoroughly and mechanically, ensuring the weapon was clean, oiled, and all of its moving parts were in working order so that it would not jam or blow up in his hand when he really, absolutely, positively needed to put a bullet in the face of some bitch motherfucker who just kept steppin'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 04:05:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/1Qbqn.jpg)<strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside bus to Ricky's campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Going to Ricky's campsite,<br>being uncuffed and made an offer<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ricky<br></strong><hr></div><br>V cast her eyes about the campsite, looking for any way she could make a run. Oh, then she saw Ricky. Immediately she averted her eyes, hoping that he hadn't seen her; no such luck. "Hey there, hero. Let's talk." Her veins turned to ice. Oh, God no. This wasn't going to be good in the slightest. After the raider closed his grip around her arm, she let out a quiet little noise of discontent, before following him at his pace.<br><br>With each step towards Ricky's campsite and each word applauding the futility of her actions, her trepidation grew. <em>What would he do to her? Rape her, most likely. And after that? Same treatment, princess.</em> Then his offer reached her ears. For a moment, she thought she had found her way out: just one repulsive man, as opposed to a dozen of them. That sounded fair, right, all things considered?<br><br>Then, her rational mind kicked in, churning out other possibilities. <em>He's lying. He's going to toss you to the Coyotes regardless of your choice.</em> After she had rubbed her wrists a few times to make him aware of the fact that she had indeed been wearing them for several hours, V managed to force a few words out of her dry mouth. <strong>"How do I know you're going to keep your word? That you won't hand me over once I hand you my pride?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 04:40:34</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ricky<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Conversing<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> V<br><br>Ricky gave a small laugh. She was a clever one. "Good," he said "I was afraid you'd be a complete idiot. As for your own question, well you don't know. But you can make a guess." He held up one finger. "First and foremost, I keep my promises. Granted, you couldn't possibly know that, but there it is." He held up a second finger. "Second, I'm clean. Some of the others I'm not so sure about. If you are a good fuck and I enjoy myself, I don't want to run the risk of catching something that'll rot my balls. Third," a third finger came up" if you don't agree, then you will definitely be tossed in the communal pool, as opposed to the chance of avoiding that which I am offering you." <br><br>He folded his arms across his chest and looked at her from where he leaned on his bike. "So what do you think hero? Did I convince you? If you'd rather not do things my way, by all means say so. I'll still fuck you all I want tonight, you won't get out of that. But then, it's off to the pool with you. Otherwise, take your top off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 04:55:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/1Qbqn.jpg)<strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ricky's campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Conversing, then stripping<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ricky<br></strong><hr></div><br>The girl forced a snide remark about her medical skills back down her throat before it got her into trouble once he mentioned that he thought she may be an idiot, and instead remained in tense, comptemplative silence on her decision. <em>What have you got to lose? Pride. So? Who gives a fuck about pride? Do you want to let him have some of it and keep the rest for yourself, or have it all taken from you once the others get those filthy paws all over you?</em><br><br>V inhaled and exhaled a deep sigh, then muttered, <strong>"Let's get this over with."</strong> She slipped her black tank top over her head and tossed it aside. She was still wearing a bra, a plain flesh-tone affair without any frills or fanciness. Her caduceus tattoo was clearly visible now beside her cleavage, with the top of the staff and the entwined serpents showing above the undergarment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 05:40:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Giga </div><br>Noah nodded. Finally, a place for him to spend the night that didn't involve all of the other captives with their sleep farting and snoring that kept him up most nights. Of course it could be just as bad with Maria and Giga. The slender male shook his head. That was probably not logical for Maria. She was definitely a lady. Not much sleeping might happen though. Giga wanted Noah <em>and</em> Maria probably for some threesome fun. The thought made him a little uneasy. Though Noah was able to understand the beauty of a woman, he also knew that he was one hundred percent gay. But if Giga wanted him to play along in his rendition of a minajatwa, Noah would go with it and hopefully put on a good enough show. He really hoped that Maria knew what was going to happen later. She was such a darling girl, he didn't want there to be any surprises for her she wasn't ready for. <br><br>"I've never done anything with a girl before," Noah whispered. He was trying to keep it low enough so that Giga would not hear him. Any little thing could set off a raider and Noah sure as hell didn't want to set off the largest and strongest of all of them. So instead of say anything more Noah got into his meditating position again, resting his forearms on his thighs before pulling completely back into himself and drowning everything else out. Once inside of his own head, Noah started sorting out all of the voices that seemed to still be breaking through some. His father's voice was completely gone. That was a good thing. Thinking of his father would only break him further. Several other voices were gone too, but the strong, annoying ones were still there, nagging at him quietly in the background of the dark room. "Who are you?" They asked. Noah didn't have an answer. <br><br><div align="center">*****</div><br>A chill pulled Noah out of his meditation. He was starting to get a little bit cold, his nipples perky underneath his white cotton shirt. Being pierced they were always hard, but right now they were so hard they hurt. It had gotten quite a bit darker outside and the temp was starting to drop. Nights in the desert could get a little chilly especially for a one hundred and fifteen pound ginger with a tanning problem. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 06:54:50</strong>
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				Maria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary: </strong> Watching the menfolk.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Giga <br><br>Maria should have been happy to have the time to read again, in most cases she would have. Hell all the reading she had done today had been what kept her from having a break down more then likely. She could not read now though, not while her mind was racing with thoughts of what would happen when it got dark. She watched Noah for a bit as he sat and started meditating again, well that was what she thought the word was to describe what he was doing.<br><br>She watched Giga as well for a bit, she was seeing more and more that he was somewhat off. The way he did his tasks, the look to his eyes. Noah had said she was lucky though, that Giga was not too bad. Though he still had to be a bit bad to be with the raiders. As she watched him the thought crossed her mind that she had not told him her name, Noah had used it in front of him but she had not given herself a proper introduction. Though she did not think it would matter, and the nick name he had given her was not bad.<br><br>She did have her own concerns for what Giga had planned for the night. A small part of her, some naive little part that refused to see the dark side of the world thought that maybe nothing would happen. He was just inviting Noah so the young man had a safe place to sleep and sleeping was all any of them would do. That tiny part brought no relief to maria though. Her stomach was twisted in knots just like when she had first met Giga and he had expressed his interest in her.<br><br>She noticed Noah stop his meditating and that he appeared to be cold. She moved by his side and wound one of her arms around his shoulders. "Are you alright?" She asked quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 08:05:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Delighted to have <br>discovered what a brazen hussy Sara is.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>Well that was a fair bit more assertive than he would have expected from her. His head tilted to the side with a touch of curiosity. Barely five minutes ago there had been such contempt in her eyes when she looked at him. And look at 'er now...<br><br>A subtle grin curved the corners of his lips upward, and once again his hands caressed her cheek. Pushed back into her hair, and curled that deadly fist. He drew her back to him. Back up onto her tip toes so she could reach him. So their lips could dance and play together again. So his tongue could tease at her mouth and coax her own to come out and dance with it. <br><br>Half-lidded eyes locked on hers. Desire, ambition, purpose, lust...and that's just what could be seen through half-closed eyes. Tremble to imagine what might be revealed if they opened wide. Just as it seemed that she might see into his most intimate core if she could stare for just a few moments longer the fist in her hair roughly jerked her down. A hand on her shoulder pushed her harshly back to her knees, forcing her down on them abruptly and roughly enough to make them ache from the impact. <br><br>He gave her a few moments to savor that pain. Then the hand on her shoulder brushed the back of it's fingers gently across the smooth skin of her cheek. Almost as if it were a silent apology. Or just a sign of affection. Just because you spank a child, doesn't mean you want them to think you've stopped caring afterall. His deep, rich voice reached out to caress her ears as surely as his hand caressed her cheek when he whispered heatedly down to her "No more stalling Sara. You know what you need to do. &nbsp;"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 15:54:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> A setting sun raises anxiety<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Giga</div><br>"Yeah, I'm okay." Noah scooted further into her and put an arm around her too. "It's just getting a little chilly. I'm used to sleeping in Dom's bus so it's a little bit more protected from the weather than out here." Noah was happy to be off of Dom's bus though he did feel for Sara. He wished he hadn't been so harsh on her. She didn't deserve it, but he had to make it seem like he was mad at her so that she would look afraid. If he had never said those things to Sara there is no doubt she would have known that he was going to shoot Mika instead of her. Anyone should have known he would shoot Mika instead of Sara. Sara was like his sister, Mika was just a girl to Noah. There was only so much crying and whining he could take, even as the 'hero'. <br><br>"Are you okay, Maria?" Noah let go of her a little and turned his body to face her. He could see that she was a little uneasy. So either she was cold or she couldn't stop thinking about what they were going to do once the sun went down and Giga took them into his tent. Part of him wanted to explain it all to her, the other part of him just wanted to throw himself under the bus so for another night this innocent girl would remain innocent. That wasn't a smart idea though. It was always better to rip it off like a band-aid. Get the pain over with and you'll find it much easier every time you do it after that. <br><br>"Is this going to be your first time?" The asked the question in a whisper so that nobody else could hear. If it was her first time, Noah was going to show her the ropes even before nightfall so she could at least know the basics of what to do once Giga took his clothes off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 19:20:35</strong>
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				<strong>Big Tim</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> His Tent Area<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Plannin Shit (Like a Boss!), Making Notes (Like a Boss!), Eying Korryn, (Like a Boss!)<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Korryn<br><br>Then, she turned her attention to the pink, lace, baby doll that was laid out for her. She picked it up with some hesitation. Instantly she thought about the scars on her back. Those were definitely something she was self-conscious about, and even more so now. What if he didn't like them and decided to beat her over them? She supposed it would be another things to put in the book to thank her father for one day. The second thought she went to was where did this come from and who had worn it before her? She just grimaced, and stripped out of her old clothes and put on the piece he'd given her. She folded her clothes, setting them aside.<br><br>She swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly walked back out to see him. The first breeze that hit her, combined with her nerves, caused her nipples to stiffen beneath the sheer lace. "Does it look all right?" She asked him.<br><br>While Korryn was inside the tent attending to her tasks Tim had called Chris over and informed him that he was to make sure that something got cooked from the gang's supplies so any members who didn't cook would be able to get some food in them. He then sent the man on his way and began looking over the different notes and maps spread out around the middle table he had set up. <br><br>Tim was stil focused on his figures and records of the gang's supplies, a deep scowl of concentration on his face. It was obvious to anyone who looked that whatever numbers he was looking at weren't to his liking. He finished jotting a quick note just as Korryn walked back out of the tent. Her words pulling him from his planning as he turned to look at her.<br><br>Tim's eyes moved up and down Korryn's body <strong>"Very nice"</strong> he said. He didn't bother moving to inspect her work inside the tent. If she'd failed to do it properly he'd just whip her or preform some other suitable punishment for it when he noticed. After a moment more of enjoying the sight of her body he spoke to her again <strong>"Come here"</strong>he said as he motioned the girl over to him. His hand gravitating to the side of her hip as he guided her to a large map he'd set out in the middle of the center table. <strong>"Show me where this supposed bunker of yours is"</strong> he told her as gestured to the map. <br><br>He then took the time to get a good view of the woman's backside. The first thing he noticed were the marks and scars on her shoulders <em>Guess this one's been whipped before</em> he thought to himself. A second later his hand was on her shoulders, a finger slowly tracing one of the larger scars <strong>"Where are these from?"</strong> he asked his voice carrying tones of curiosity rather than actual anger or empathy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 19:28:10</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Campsite<br>Summary: Sitting with Noah, observing Giga.<br>Tagged: Noah, Giga<br><br>Maria offered him a smile, "I have a coat in my bag if you want it. It is not very heavy but is better than nothing." She offered. She lightly leaned into him when his arm slid back around her. She was glad to have the slight distraction of talking to him while Giga finished up with this weapon. She looked back to him his question making her laugh a little.<br><br>"I am alright all things considered. Just one of those times where my mind is coming up with every most horrible scenario, and there is a lot of bad things that could happen now." She explained, really it was like that a lot of the time. She would be quiet but then she would be thinking rather hard on something. She did blush a bit, she was a little embarrassed that her anxiousness had been so easy to see.<br><br>If anything her blush only darkened when Noah questioned her about her experience, "No, may as well be though. We were both young." She didn't really know how to say that the young man she had shared her first time with had been a one and done sort of guy without being mean. Maria was left unimpressed and really had not ever seen what the big deal about sex was after that. She looked back to Giga and then back to Noah. "Have you spent the night with Giga before?" She asked just as quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 20:02:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Confessions<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Chris, Matt, Giga</div><br>Noah waved his hand when Maria mentioned her coat, dismissing it. He didn't need a coat when soon they would all be getting hot and heavy in a tent together. Noah hoped that Maria's inexperience would not come to be something that would get them in trouble with Giga. Noah was not worried about his experienced. He had a male lover from the time he was sixteen to the time everyone got killed and he was taken in. After that he had Chris and Matt to keep him on top of his game so he had almost four years of experience under his belt in the sex department and never had he received a complaint. Almost no gag reflex really got the guys to like you. <br><br>"Me? No, never." Noah chuckled. "I was so surprised when he came over for both of us and not just you. I thought I would be sleeping on the picnic table tonight, not next to you <em>and</em> Giga." Noah's expression of disbelief was a little bit louder than what he meant it to be. Giga probably heard him, but he really didn't mind. He wasn't badmouthing the large guy. He was happy that one of the raiders finally came up to him with the intention of letting him sleep in their tent with him even if it was with someone else. Chris and Matt just used him and then sent him away no matter how sore or tired he was. <br><br>"Let's just make sure to give him a good time tonight, okay?" Noah winked at Maria as he hugged her closer, his thumbs rubbing against her soft skin. He was happy she was captured and not killed in the raid. Noah just knew that they were going to be good friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 23:28:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Outside Tim's tent</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Gettin' Eyed and <br>giving information</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Tim.</strong></div>She gave a soft smile when he voiced his approval. She moved over to him, the hand on her hip seeming to echo the discomfort she was feeling, being so... exposed in front of everyone. But, like everything else, she supposed she better get used to it. She nodded, picking up his pen. She looked over the map, bending over some to better read his markings and writing. She found hope springs, and moved south from there. She drew a circle around the general area of where to entrance was, giving about a ten mile radius.<br><br>She felt his eyes on her body, then his fingers on her skin, tracing the raised scars. She looked over her shoulder at my. "My father." She said simply, figuring he didn't need or really care to know much more than that. She stood up straight, turning to face him. She motioned to the mark she'd made on the map. "It's in that area. There's what appears to be a stone sort of landmass around it. When we see that, we'll know we're there." She looked to him, her eyes searching his for a moment. She looked back to the map, taking in a quiet breath. "As I said, there should be plenty of food, weapons, and water, maybe even some fuel if my father hasn't traded all of it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 01:06:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> En route to a gang bang<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div><br>She felt weightless, elevated - and not only because a generous portion if her weight was being carried by the tight fist buried in her hair.&nbsp; Her mouth was claimed in a harsh echo of the embrace she'd offered. Her tongue rolled and hips swayed responsively, like a novice dancer in the arms of a seasoned instructor whose lesson ended all too abruptly.<br><br>The ache in her knees, that would undoubtedly bruise, barely registered hen held against the sting of what she could only interpret as a rejection - or at the very least, a stern physical reminder as to her place (both literal and metaphoric) in Dom's proposed arrangement. There had been reason why she had always held Dom in contempt above all the others, and she could only hope that realization, despite her "stalling" would never dawn on him. There were <em>some</em> benefits in his being a waste-bred war machine, after all - the likelihood her peculiar logic was beyond him among them. <br><br>The soft curve of her cheek rested against the thigh of his pants throughout the moment she was offered. She had been foolish, and was consequentially grappling with her first taste of heartache, but the diminutive academic had never been one for dramatic displays. She had only those fleeting second to grieve what could have been, bury it, and move on. She smiled inwardly through the sense of loss, angling her head so that his touch traveling her cheek would reach her lips.<br><br>She could have savored the security there indefinitely, but his gravely reminder sobered her to the inevitability&nbsp; her inaction had to draw to an end. With gaze cast to the floor, she moved for her shirt in a maneuver that would undoubtedly decimate her life expectancy. There was more dignity to be had in resigning to the life of a communal cum dumpster then willingly debasing herself in pursuit of some juvenile fantasy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 01:24:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Waiting For The Miracle To Come<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Noah, Matt<br><br>Giga calmly re-assembled his cleaned weapon while the pair of redheads huddled close to one another and gossiped. He was okay with that, and paid scant attention to their back and forth. The man was more engrossed with proper weapon maintenance; he would be putting his life on the line sooner or later, and when that time came he had to rely on the weapons at his disposal. And so they needed to work and be in good condition. There was absolutely no one who would give a damn if Giga died. Nobody would mourn him or mark his passing. But even so, he did not wish to die any time in the immediate future. He worked the various moving parts of his gun, testing that he had done so appropriately. It worked appropriately, so Giga slid the magazine into place and chambered a round, and then slid the magazine out to top up the number of rounds in the magazine. He set the safety, and then holstered the weapon for now; Giga would take it out and stow it under his pillow while he slept.<br><br>The enormous raider did hear Noah's expression of disbelief, but he chose not to make an issue of it. There was no utility to it to Giga, so he could not muster the desire to expend the energy to take Noah to task over what amounted to nothing worthwhile. But he looked up suddenly, his cold, dead eyes flashing as his heavily muscular body went into motion. The big guy moved rather quickly for someone as massive and armoured as he was. Giga smoothly drew his Bowie knife from the sheathe at the base of his back, holding it in a reverse knife-fighting grip. The raider's lunge carried him to where Noah and Maria were huddled together, crossing the distance very quickly. But they were not his target: the steel glinted and whistled past the two, sinking into a scorpion that had crept up beside Noah. It was a medium-sized specimen, but excellently adapted to its environment: the scorpion's exoskeleton was the same colour as the dirt beneath the trio. Giga watched the scorpion twitch and on his blade, the tail flailing impotently in an attempt to stab something with the sharp stinger at the end, while its claws snapped down on nothing. He tilted his head slowly one way and then the other, and when the thing finally stopped moving, Giga pulled it off of his blade and tossed it out and away from the raiders' camp site. He then wiped his blade on his pants before sheathing the large, long blade.<br><br>Giga turned, and Matt was there. The other raider was leering at the pair of red-heads, openly drooling at the pair of them and sporting an obvious erection that he shamelessly stroked with one hand. "So that's where you got your skinny fucking rat-ass off to!" Matt said, voice grating and annoying as he came closer. He ignored Giga as he got closer, and giggled. In the Old World, this would draw a comparison with an animal called a hyena, but without the knowledge of the fauna of the world, the only thing that Matt could be was shrill and creepy. "Got plans for skinny fucking ass, ya little red-headed stepchild." Matt inched his way up to the pair. "Aw, what's this? You grow yourself a fucking sister? Betcha Chris'll think you're right awful purdy, betcha he will. Gonna f-" And that was as far as Matt got with that before Giga wrapped his hand around Matt's helmet, grabbing the face mask and using to wrench Matt up and throw him away from the two redheads.<br><br>Matt landed heavily on his back, the wind knocked out of him. Giga was on him in a second, and a brief line of silvery light the only indication that he had drawn his knife again. Matt was obscured, except for the soles of his feet, from Noah and Maria as Giga hunched over his fellow Coyote, blade to Matt's throat. Matt was disoriented and panicked, causing him to push against the sharp edge of Giga's knife and draw a thin line of blood. Matt gave a sound half between a gag and shriek, pulling back as far as Giga's hand on his face mask would allow.<br><br><strong>"Mine."</strong> Giga said slowly, and at least for Matt, there was all the more menace to the extensively clear deadpan of his enunciation for its lack of cadence or effort to actually include inflection associated with menace.<br><br>"Yeah, yeah. Fine, Giga. Yours. Yours." Matt said, coming short of begging Giga not to take his life. Giga gave Matt a shake, and Matt blubbered some more but it was incomprehensible syllables that were sound and submission, not actual human language. Satisfied, Giga got up. He stood over Matt, and violently jabbed a finger away from his site. Matt slide himself backwards, coming up into a squat, and then crab-walked a few steps away. For a second, it seemed like Matt was inching towards his 9mm . . . but then he got up and walked away at a brisk pace. Giga wiped his knife for a second time and stowed it. He watched Matt depart, and did not take those dead blue eyes off Matt's back until the other raider was out of sight. <br><br><strong>"Hnngh."</strong> Giga growled quietly. He flexed his hands outward, before allowing them to relax again. The thought of killing Matt in several different ways came to brief, glorious life in his mind, a series of grim, bloody fables with unhappy, bloody endings. But it was not to be, not today. Sadly. Matt was a stain, a pussing sore, and absolutely deserved to be laid to waste. But then . . . so was Giga. <br><br><strong>"Going to sleep. You should come into the tent."</strong> The raider declared, and then bent to collect his mask. He held it in his hand, contemplating putting it on again, but decided not to. There were nights where he slept with it on, but decided against it. He trundled into his tent, and proceeded to disrobe. The interior of Giga's tent was fairly spacious, as these things went; it was an army surplus thing. There were no personal effects decorating the interior, just a wide foam mattress on the ground, five pillows (without cases), and a pair of sleeping bags unzipped and laid on top of each other. He put his pistol on top of the largest pillow, and then his sheathed knife. The rest of his clothes he set in a neat pile beside the east side of the tent. His body armour pieces went into one pile, and his regular clothing in the other. Giga's nude body was a testament to his history of violence, the various scars a cipher for the damage he had suffered over the years. A lot of them were so old and faded, but others were new. His muscles were large and well developed, heavy and powerful in a way that - in the absence of Devon - no other raider was. Every part of Giga was an enormous, bulky slab of mass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 02:44:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> No takebacks!<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>He snatched her wrist as she went to reach for her shirt. "I gave you a choice Sara. A choice. Singular. And you made it. What's the old expression? No backsies. " He tilted his head and glanced at her ass. "Well, there will be backsies eventually. Just not that kind you're thinking of now. "<br><br>He pulled her roughly back to her feet, her wrist and the arm attached now a leash to yank her around as he saw fit. He turned and pressed her back against the counter he'd been leaning against, his own body becoming the barrier that held her in place. Barred her retreat. Her nipples were like hard pebbles pressing into his lower chest. He was only about half a foot shy of Giga in height. Indeed, other than Giga there had only ever been one person in his life that he had to tilt his head up a bit to look evenly in the eye. A person he was planning to meet again in due time. <br><br>He grabbed her cheeks roughly, as he'd done before when she spoke out of turn. He forced her gaze up to meet his. His eyes seemed to search and probe. To peel away her flesh so he could see deeper into her. Seek some greater understanding. Was her pride so precious to her, that she would throw herself to the tender mercies of men who would not hesitate to inflict real depravities upon her? Or did she simply not know? Was it courage? He could respect it, if it were courage. But it's only courage if she truly knows what's waiting for her out there. If she's laboring under the fantasy that gang rape is the worst of what she has to fear beyond the walls of this bus, she's not courageous...simply foolish and ignorant. <br><br>"Maybe Devon sheltered you a bit too well. Maybe even after all this time you truly havn't the slightest idea what's really waiting for you out there. Do you comprehend at all just how much Devon shielded you from? How much I have shielded you from since he's been gone? Perhaps I <strong>should</strong> let you walk out there and find out. Leave you to their mercies until you to call my name with tears in your eyes and beg me to make you mine. Assuming you can keep your tongue out of Tucker's trophy jar long enough to do so. Which would fade first, i wonder? Your pride...or your sanity? For such a smart woman Sara, it's amazing just how little you really know." He said, yanking her shirt out of her hands and tossing it away. He was still pinching her face, making it hard to reply if she had any choice words for him. <br><br>He shifted his body against hers a few times, causing her nipples to drag firmly across his skin as he brought his face closer to hers "What? I'm not what you imagined me to be? I've seen the glances. And it did not escape my notice that you called <em>me</em> when you were in trouble. Perhaps you had some fantasy notion in your head...that I was some noble hero who just needed a gentle touch and a warm caress to bring out my inner cuddly? No, Sara. I am a fucking force of nature who is going to ride roughshod across this goddamned planet! A strong storm slowly building into an unstoppable hurricane that will sweep aside everything in my way and reshape the land in my image. And you...you're going to help me do it. You're too useful to throw in with the rest of the meat. So you're mine now Sara. Unless you find the strength to kill me and find your own way. Your brain will make what I forge sustainable. And your body... " he curled that finger under her chin again...then stepped traced it down along her throat...down aong her chest, until his finger was poking between her breasts. " ...I'm sure we'll find uses for that too. "<br><br>He roughly pushed her onto the couch, her shirt still well out of reach. On the floor. Close to the small door that led to a small bedroom and bed. Small bedroom indeed. All it had was a bed, and a small dresser and cabinet mounted to the wall over the bed. And a mirror on the other side. He'd added that himself. He blocked the only way off the bus. But she was now free to speak. And though he had not explicitly told her she could speak freely, he had just admitted she was of value to him beyond just being a body full of fuckable orifices.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 04:15:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Witnessing Giga-hulk in action<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Matt, Giga</div><br>Noah was just in the middle of telling Maria how the two of them should synchronize the removal of their clothing before Giga swooped in out of nowhere with a knife and killed a scorpion that was about to make it's attack on the redheaded male. Giga's speed was enough to scare him and he found himself on his feet a foot or two away from the spot where he was just sitting, panting like a sick dog. Noah checked himself a minute later to make sure he didn't piss or shit himself. That was probably one of the scariest things that had happened to him the whole time he had been with the raiders. Thank god for Giga. Any of the other raiders wouldn't have noticed the scorpion or they would have let it get Noah and then laugh as he slowly died from the poison. <br><br>"Than-" Before Noah could get his 'thank you' out of his mouth, there Matt was, sporting an erection that he was now rubbing through the material of his pants. The 'hero' wasted no time moving back over to Maria and standing in front of her. If Matt got to them he would have to go through him to get to Maria. Poor girl had enough on her plate with being claimed earlier and now soon having to have sex with the giant of the group that she really didn't need Matt trying to get a piece of her either. But like the scorpion incident, Matt was quickly taken care of by Giga who didn't take too fondly of Matt trying to get to the redheads. Noah smiled and hugged Maria close again, petting the back of her head gently until the whole thing was over. Matt ran away and then Giga disappeared into the tent after saying that they should join him. <br><br>It was not the time to say anything, Noah knew that. Nothing he could say would calm his own nerves or Maria's nerves. Instead he turned to her and kissed her on the lips which calmed his own nerves some. It was a quick kiss, not longer than three seconds but it sure as hell meant something. A good luck kiss. That kiss helped him walked his way into the tent with Maria behind him. As Noah entered the spacious tent his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of Giga without clothes on. The man was bigger than a Greek Olympian which intimidated the small man since he was about a fourth of his size. <em>How am I going to take it from him and not break?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 04:16:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Tellin' it like it is, <br>or was. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div><br>The confusion in her gaze was rapidly replaced by a familiar contempt as her eyes darted from Dom to her seized wrist and back once more. Sara still maintained an impractical sense of fairness, and it was made abundantly clear by her furrowed brow and newly set jaw that the raider had slighted it. <br><br>With their bodies wedged impossibly close, the heat of his hard chest stung at the flesh that has been cooled by the exposure to the night air. She looked back, unflinchingly as her gaze was held hostage by his vice grip. There was no search, no longing lingering there now, only disappointment, anger, and an less perceptible edge of pity. Her sights flickered away, only for the briefest moment to the jacket now infused with Mika's blood. That shot still rang in her ears. Her recent near execution aside, she'd traveled with the raiders for the better part of two gruesome years. While by the grace of her brother's sacrifice, she had been protected from but not blind to the horrors from which she'd been spared. She'd walked toward that danger eyes wide open, and scared shitless. <br><br>While she'd managed to keep her terror shielded behind a veil of apathy, her humiliation was tougher to disguise as he ground against her, describing in agonizing detail the err in her judgement. She wasn't stupid enough to <em>believe </em>his character was salvageable. No, she had committed the far more reckless act of offering her the man a chance of proving her wrong, and hoping he'd succeed. In the wastes, there was no surer route to sorrow then hope.&nbsp; <br><br>It was all she could do to glower back, as irate with herself as she was him while enduring the profession of his plans and grandiose self-description. She wanted no part in his world, or specifically, how he'd go about conquering this alleged empire. Her light weight sunk to the couch with no resistance, knowing all too well how a physical confrontation would play out between them, and she was in no mood to offer up that satisfaction. Sara surveyed him from her slumped seat in the dark with deadpan introspection, hands resting idly at her sides. Her treacherous flesh ached for further touch, but her mind was apparently elsewhere.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a quiet. A cue she was permitted to speak. Given that what "choice" she had in her future had come and gone, she had little to say. Her head tilted to the side, and she sought out his eyes with a guarded stare. "<strong>You could have had more</strong>." She admitted fquietly, with an air of detachedness, alluding to her loyalties and, well, more. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 04:51:57</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Campsite, Giga's tent<br>Summary: Learning that there are far worse things then spending the night with a gentle giant.<br>Tagged: Noah, Giga.<br><br>Maria gave a slight squeal when Giga lunged with his knife scrambling back a bit. She looked to Noah when she saw the scorpion on the knife. She watched as Giga tossed the dead critter away. He had just saved Noah's life, and likely hers since a scorpion could sting more than once. She let out a sigh of relief, glad that she was not going to have to watch her new friend die on the first night of knowing him.<br><br>Anything she had planned on saying died in her throat though when a new man approached. The way the man spoke and the way Noah moved in front of her made her see rather quickly that the man was bad news. She made a mental note to avoid him, and the Chris that he mentioned. She set her hand on Noah's shoulder, it was nice of him to move to protect her but she did not think the man would be much trouble with Giga there. She was quickly shown to be right as Giga took care of the man.<br><br>She gave Noah a soft squeeze as he hugged her, his hand on her hair was soothing. The color that had drained away as Giga had deafened the red heads returned at the quick kiss. She took a deep breath and offered a weak smile then followed Noah into Giga's tent. <br><br>She too froze up at the sight of Giga naked. She placed a hand on each of Noah's shoulders and gave a soft squeeze. She leaned in and let her lips rest against his ear. "It'll be alright." She whispered. She smiled slightly and took a step to the side. She made eye contact with him and started to tug off her shirt giving him the time to match her actions. She had to admit that if they were to synchronize undressing she would feel better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 05:21:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> The Birth of a Conqueror <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br><br>Anger he would have enjoyed. Contempt he would have laughed at. Fear would have been had contempt for. But disappointment... that was...bothering him. For lack of a better way to describe it. Which was why he was still talking, instead of raping. Still blocking, instead of dragging. Here he had worked up a nice monologue and still she sat there as if someone had just shot her puppy. <br><br>"More? Look around Sara. This is it. Dirt and blood. There is no 'more'. The only way to get anything more is to claim the best peice of dirt out there...and be willing to pour a whole lot of blood into it. &nbsp;" Perhaps a more accurate metaphor than he realized. For blood...like manure...could go a long way to making dead land fertile for crops again. Though he probably didn't realize that. <br><br>"Might is the only true Right left. Hell, it was always the only true Right. And nobody will ever weild more might than me. Nobody." Those last words were spoken with a feirce determination. The determination of someone with something to prove. <br><br>His mind drifted off. Old memories. A woman the iron Fists had enslaved. She had been something of a nanny. In the old world she had been something called a history professor. She had told him many stories about the old world. Mostly about significant historical figures...especially the military leaders. Those were his favorites. Alexander, Cesar, Washington, Patraeus. And she told him alot about how the old world had been just before it died. "The weak are the reason the old world died. The old countries, the old politics. Petty backstabbers and greedy cowards. Smug moralists. Divided nations. Nobody with the will and strength to unify all the factions. Enough resources to populate whole new worlds pissed down the drain to appease the weakest and most useless masses with crippling entitlements that none of them even deserved, let alone earned. Even the greatest nations of the old world were crippled with weakness. Paralyzed with fear that their sniveling masses would unleash a terrible protest, and wave crudely crafted signs around if they brought their real military might to bare on their enemies. By the time they were willing to do what they should have done from the beginning it was too late. Cosmic fire claimed everything. The weak killed the old world. But strong will be the ones who give birth to a new world."<br><br>In a way it's like he wasn't even talking to her anymore. As if words that had been floating around in his subconscious for years were only just now making themselves as known to him as they were making themselves known to her. He had always known he wanted power, and control. But only now as he spoke those words for the first time was he himself coming to apprecciate the true scope of what he intended. " I will drag every tribe, every town, every clan of raiders kicking and screaming into the future. And they will hate me for it, as you hate me now. They will spit my name. But <strong>I</strong> will be the reason they have enough moisture in their mouths to waste it on spitting."<br><br>He looked down at her, as if just then remembering she was still in the room. Without another word he turned and walked back toward his bedroom...and closed the door behind him. He just left her there, topless and aching on his couch. Her shirt crumbled on the floor in front of his room. Free now to leave, if she still wanted to. Though nothing he'd said before about the risk of doing so had changed. <br><br>(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/SettingPics/WeaponsAndVehicles/Bus_02.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 20:32:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Knocking on the Devil's door<br>...with homework. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div>Dom was gone, and not a moment too soon. His words had reached her skeptic ears as those of a dangerously misinformed desert dweller with a highly debatable grasp on reality. There was more out there: decent men and women banding together, trying their damnedest to carve a life out the remnants of a once prosperous nation. It was no one's fault but his own if he was so consumed with shitting on their progress: stealing precious resources, raping and killing like a rabid dog, that he was blind to the alternatives out there. Like every raider, Dom was a taker. He couldn't understand what it was to build a damn thing. Sara seethed as she rocked to her feet, footfalls traveling heavily to her shirt. She'd put a week's supply of water on the odds he was raider born and raised. <br><br>His words cycled through her mind in an infuriating loop, becoming more laughable with every repetition. It was the weak that brought about an end to the old world? Sara scoffed at the notion as she claimed her shirt from the floor and pulled it over her head. Though the details of Doomsday were lost to rapidly deteriorating historic records, she was relatively certain it wasn't the weak who had built more then enough weaponry to destroy the world several times over before squaring off in a global-scale pissing match. Such was the inevitable fate of Empire<br><br>She was at the door when her swift, purposeful course came to an abrupt end, as surely as if she'd walked into an unseen wall barring her path. Not long before the bombs dropped there was a time where, after several pints, pub talk would turn to outlandish stories and moot hypotheticals. 'So... if you like were in a pub in 1920s Germany and there was like, young Hitler there, would you kill him before he'd committed any of his crimes?' And, undoubtedly, after several graphic stories about how badly the furhrer's body would be abused in the name of rerouting the course of history, some smug hipster would chime in with. 'Nah man, I'd talk to him. Try to change his mind.'<br><br>Sara was most reluctantly that smug hipster. Groaning, she brought her temple to rest against the threshold of the bus. If Dom wasn't just pushing about hot delusional air, if he actually intended to sweep across the wastes on a tide of blood and violence and she did nothing (even within the extremely limited scope of her powers) to curtail the damage, she'd never be able to forgive herself. Taking one last long glance out into the night, she returned to her bunk before her courage failed her. Her hands moved with decisive purpose through her book-pile. She sorted a stack that went from her waist, cradled in her arm, to being tucked under haer chin. Under her other arm, she slid a few choice maps. With her hands occupied as such, she had to knock at Dom's door with her hiking boot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 22:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Sponge Bath <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>"Come in. " came the words. And though it was a bit tricky it would be possibly to work the sliding door open with her hiking boots. He hadn't locked it. <br><br>He was seated on the edge of the bed, and he was quite naked. Naked and glistening. A small pot of water rested on the floor at his feet with a second beside it, and he was wiping his chest, neck, and shoulders with a wet cloth. His pants were neatly folded on the bed beside him. His profile faced her, which is the only thing that spared her from seeing everything right away. He arched a brow, not sure what was more unexpected. Sara coming to him, or bringing a stack of books with her. <br><br>He held his washcloth over the second pot and squeezed so tightly that even without ringing it, there could be little doubt he'd damn near squeezed it dry. Then he dipped the cloth into the first pot...presumably the one that held a small amount of clean water...and began to wash his side. "What, you're hoping to crush me to death? &nbsp;"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 23:10:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Getting literary<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div><br><em>Oh come on</em>. Sara lamented inwardly, upon having her eyes assaulted with a blood-boiling imagery of wet, rippling abdominals that would remain seared into her retina indefinitely. Fortunately her jaw was otherwise occupied by keeping the books in place , sparing it from gaping open. "<strong>Don't tempt me</strong>." The muffled response came reflexively, and she regretted it as quick as it had tumbled past her lips. She wasn't engaging in friendly debate with Steve or giving Noah a hard time. No. She was one misstep away from having more then a few teeth knocked loose.&nbsp; <br><br>She dropped the books just inside the door, steadying the teetering column by pressing it against a wall. The tightly rolled maps were propped up alongside it. While keeping her eyes occupied on the texts, she selected a sand-worn blue paper back from the top. <br><br>Thumbing the edge of the book, she chanced a glance in Dom's direction. She didn't know the full state of his literacy, but she'd come to glimpse enough in their travels together that it likely wasn't enough to guide him through more then a deciphering his way through faded food labels at market. This left him wholly reliant on the opinions and ideas of others with whom he spoke, and she dreaded to think what ideas had managed to reach him as such. <br><br>"<strong>Have you ever heard of The Mandate of Heaven?</strong>" She asked cautiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 23:27:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Getting literated upon<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>He smirked, but returned his focus to bathing himself. He heard once upon a time water had been so plentiful people would completely immerse themselves in it, and then just flush it all away. He could scarcely imagine it. Now nothing went to waste. This water would go into the bus radiator. "Sounds vaguely familiar. " He said, searching his memories. He seemed to recall the professor mentioning it when she was telling him about various Chinese warlords as a boy. But he couldn't claim to remember much about it, beyond that it came up in conversation "Superstitious mumbo jumbo about how the magic people in the sky give certain people the right to rule, or something like that. &nbsp;"<br><br>He scoffed. The right to rule came from his arms, his wits, and his will as far as Dom was concerned. Or maybe magic people in the ground. Though he was skeptical of that, being reasonably certain the magic people in the ground had their own concerns and couldn't be bothered with the species that nuked itself to near-extinction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 23:37:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong> Tim<br><strong>Location</strong> Outside his tent, then in his bed<br><strong>Summary</strong> Preparing to have his way with her<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Korryn<br><br>The answer to Tim's question about her scars was a but of a surprise but not really a shock, in truth he'd heard much worse and if that was all she'd had to endure at the hands she'd definitely gotten off lucky. The way the world was now did quite a number on some people in his experience. Especially those who had any kind of power before the bombs started falling. <br><br>His hand slowly traced its way down her back as he looked over her shoulder to watch where she was marking as the location of the bunker. <strong>"Good"</strong> he said after she explained how to spot out the area and what might lay inside the bunker.&nbsp; His hand now firmly on her ass and giving it a light squeeze <strong>"I don't want you speaking about this bunker to anyone else at all, do you understand?"</strong> he asked his tone belaying that it was very much an order and not a question. <br><br>He let his hand drift away from her rear and nodded at his tent "Come on then" he said "its time we got....better antiquated" He didn't bother pulling her by her hair, or her hand. He was content in the knowledge that she really didn't have any other choice but to obey. <br><br>As he entered his tent Tim began to remove his clothes. First his shirt, then his pants gave way to bare skin each moment revealing more of his body which, despite his advanced age by the standards of the wasteland, was firmly toned and muscled. The only portion of his body that could be considered flawed was the large scare running along his arm. As he removed the last article of his clothing Tim moved to his 'bed' laying down his back and looking over at Korryn. "Come here" he told her, motioning to a spot next to him on the mattress. His manhood already stirring slightly at the sight of her body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 00:04:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Realizing she's a dirty girl<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div>Sara dug deep within herself to unearth a desperately needed patience. "<strong>More like a philosophical concept - one that kept one of the world's greatest empires in check for over 3000 years.</strong>" She shrugged with a small measure of amusement, flipping through the Confucian text. It wasn't her cup of tea, either, quite frankly, but a manageable introduction to just and fair governance then, say, the battered american poli-sci textbook acting as the foundation of the the book column. They had been her fathers, all of them, but the last bore his name on the interior cover, along with a forgotten photo of he and his wife during their college years. <br><br>"<strong>I could read it to you - all of them. Some other time, when you aren't distracting.</strong>" She offered, trying to keep the hesitancy in her tone restrained. Her Freudian slip went mercifully unnoticed unnoticed. She nodded back toward the pile and gestured to it with the text in her fingers. "<strong>There's a little Socrates, Some Chomsky, Some Foucault... I think you'll enjoy that.</strong>" She chuckled, eyes flicking over the spines bearing the French writer's name. "<strong>I even threw in Animal Farm for kicks...</strong>" Her smiling explanation tapered off into a more distant expression of envy at the water. It had been four weeks since Devon had gone missing, and she hadn't had the luxury of a bath since. It showed most prominently along the right side of her head, where bloody bits of Mika remained. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 00:44:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Already knew <br>Sara was a dirty girl. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>Most of the words...names, he presumed...that she poke meant little to him. But other than fucking and fighting, there wasn't much in the way of entertainment to be found in the wastelands. So he didn't find the idea of having her read to him unappealing, even if it was nonsensible shit like this. Maybe he'd even make a point of refining his rude crudely literate abilities. He could make out simple words easily enough, but he'd never had many chances to flex his literary muscles. A problem he needed to correct before he returned to claim power over the Fists, he realized. "Tomorrow then."<br><br>He saw her gaze with longing at the water, and chuckled. She looked at the water almost with more lust than she had looked at him earlier. Frankly, he thought the faint flecks of blood on her face made her kind of sexy. Like warpaint. But nonetheless, he beckoned her to come and side beside him. Where she'd have a full and unblocked view of his manhood, incidently. "Come. The water's still warm. &nbsp;" Having spent the day in the large sotrage compartment of the bus...large enough to fit a small car inside...the water he'd used had been baked in the wasteland heat for most of the day, and was only gradually cooling in the pot at his feet. If she hesitated, he'd simply shrug and resume washing himself. <br><br>"Or don't."Something apparently had changed in him in the last few minutes. Perhaps it was the realization, as much a surprise to him and to her, of how far his ambitions truly stretched. The weight of things to come settling on him. Not necessarily a bad thing mind you. Quite the opposite in fact, now that he found himself rapidly growing comfortable with that weight. Still, it was quite an event to realize that you were going to one day conquer all that lay before you. But it put things in perspective. He needed Sara's brain more than her body, and forcing himself on her body might make her less inclined to grant him the fruits of her brain, consciously or subsconsciously. Minutes ago he'd been willing to disregard that risk for the sake of exercising his lust on her. Now...now he was thinking more like the Emperor he intended to be. Now it benefited him more to play at least a little nice. To keep dangling choices and options in front of her...and use those choices to coax her along a route of his choosing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 03:47:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Gettin killed with Kindness<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div>She drummed her fingers along her book, lips pursed as Dom returned to his bathing. This was perhaps the first and only show of kindness, let alone civility, she'd been shown over the past few weeks. It felt nothing short of foolish to decline the gesture, which seemed genuine enough. Something discernible had changed in his attitudes toward her, and while she couldn't quite put a name on it, she doubted much positive could come from spurning it. <br><br>Sara placed good faith on the man twice already that day. The first occasion had ended with his sparing her from potentially severe punishment at Big Tim's sadistic hand. The second had been far less rewarding. Best two of three? It was hardly the most logical approach, but it had been an awfully long day, and she was all too willing to put her intellectual conscience to rest.<br><br>Sara put the book back atop the pile with more care then necessary, slipping into her stalling habits despite herself. With the same painfully slow pace, she lowered herself where gestured, the bed dipping slightly under her added weight. With hands clasped in her lap, she kept a careful watch on the empty wall opposite her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 04:07:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Tim's tent</strong> <br><strong>Summary: And the fun begins</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Tim.</strong></div>His traveling hand caused her stomach to tense, her skin tightening into goose bumps as it went lower and lower. She sucked in a quiet breath whens he felt his hand queeze her ass. She looked over at him, nodding at his demand. Who would she tell really, anyway? She glanced at his tent as he started heading towards it, once again swallowing the lump in her throat. She followed him him stepping into the tent. She stayed by the door, only watching for the moment.<br><br>She was actually a bit surprised. Despite being scared shitless of the man, the he was revealing bit by bit looked years younger than his sun-weathered skin and salt and pepper hair. Her eyes wandered, traveling each muscle as they flexed and relaxed with each moment. A blush didn't spread over her cheeks as he pulled his pants off, but her eyes didn't linger on his exposed package. She took a step forward as he sat down, figuring he would want her to come sit beside him. He confirmed her thinking, and she moved a bit quicker to his side.<br><br>She sat beside him, her body turned slightly to face him. She thought back to the times she'd been in this similar situation. A raider who'd come to get some things from her father, and her father ordering her to give said raider a good time. Normally, it ended up with Korryn in a messy heap, crying and bleeding from several different places. At least thats how it was before she got used to it. After a while, you just become numb to everything.<br><br>Her fingers reached out, lightly brushing the tips of her fingers over the scar on his arm. She glanced up at him, drawing her fingers away. "Sorry," She said softly. She looked into his eyes again, "What happened to your arm? If you don't mind me asking."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 04:42:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ricky<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Stuff happening<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> V<br><br>Ricky's smile grew as V sighed at tugged her shirt off. She had made her choice, and he would keep his end of the bargain. He wouldn't have her riding around with him on his bike however, but he figured she would be safe enough on Dom's bus if he made sure some of the dumber guys who rode it knew that she was his.<br><br>He stepped closer, admiring the view afforded him, but stopped when he saw the partial tattoo. He wracked his mind for why that symbol seemed familiar, but couldn't remember quite where he had heard it from. He was quickly moving again, simply assuming that the tattoo was a gang mark of some kind. His hands traveled up her sides, fingers gently moving on her skin, until he reached her bra. He fumbled for a moment, and glared at her as if daring her to comment, but she was soon bare from the waist up. Of course, this gave him a full and closer view of her tattoo, and it was then he remembered why it had seemed familiar. <br><br>When he was growing up, one of the ad-hoc teachers assembled for the children was a former history professor named Cooper. Cooper had specialised in a place called Rome, and had filled the children's heads with stories of this once mighty Empire. But the man had also dabbled in many other bits of history, including mythology, and was a favorite for telling bedtime stories among the older children, and even to the adults around the campfire. One of the stories had been about a Greek whose name he forgot, but he did remember that the man carried a staff, just like this tattoo, and that the staff with the entwined serpents had become the modern symbol for doctors before the bombs fell.<br><br>His fingers stopped exploring, and he looked up at her. "Is that tattoo for real? Are you actually a doctor?" He asked, one hand still on her breast with the thumb over the tattoo. He wasn't sure where he would go with this information if it was true, or even how he would explain it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 04:51:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Killing Sara<br>with kindness. And hotness. Pure <br>Unmitigated hotness. Bam! <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>He brought the cloth up to the side of her face decorated with Mika, and began the slow process of wiping away the grime, sweat, and blood. He worked the cloth well, warm water gradually cooling as the bitter cold of night began to take the place of the blistering heat of day. Every so often he squeezed out the water from the cloth into the dirty water pot, and then dipped it into the clean water pot to resume. Soon Sara's face was so clean it probably made her that much more aware of the fact that the rest of her was not. He wiped gently around her throat and collar. Perhaps meant to suggest without words that he'd wash the rest of her too if she deigned to reveal more of her body. Of course he'd already seen, touched, and tasted half of it so didn't imagine she'd be too squeamish about the idea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:02:22</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Just Watching For Now<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Noah<br><br>Giga, nude, went to the bedding area, pulling back the uppermost sleeping bag and lay down. He lay on his side, re-arranging the pistol and knife beneath his large, personal pillow. The large raider propped himself up on his elbows and watched Noah and Maria as they began to disrobe. The man tilted his head to one side, examining them in a detached, clinical manner. His penis did not stir, showing no indication that he was aroused no matter how much pale ginger flesh was exposed in the dim interior of the tent. There was no artificial light to illuminate the interior of the tent, just whatever exterior light filtered in. Giga just looked at the pair, taking in the details of their revealed forms, showing no favouritism to either. Maria and Noah got equal eye-time from the large raider. When the two redheads were finished undressing, Giga would raise his right hand and slowly gesture for them to come join him where he lay, wanting one on either side of him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:25:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Gettin the best seat in the house<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div><em>Here we go again</em>. Sara's better judgement bemoaned before being tuned out entirely by the slick chill creeping across her skin. With sealed eyes, her head tilted responsively to the slow creeping path of the cloth, angling to expose the length of her neck which constricted at near every breath. This was, without a doubt, the most erotic experience of her life. Hell, she would be nothing short of astounded if ever another moment could match it in intimacy and pure unmitigated pleasure. When he'd finally reached the threshold of her shirt, she turned to survey him briefly with a hooded gaze, glistening features flush with a now familiar wash of rosy colour. <br><br>There was no stalling this time about. Sara pulled off her shit and reclined, resting her weight on her elbows so that she could lift her hips and draw down her cuffed khaki shorts, which slumped to the floor at the bottom of his bed. Blood pumped through the arteries along her through to a swift, heavy tempo, and her breath had grown long and low as she settled her firm alabaster backside back on his bed. Sara didn't linger there long before acting on impulse, maneuvering in front of Dom's lap so that her back was at his chest in a rare show of grace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:16:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Being <br>the best seat in the house. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>He hadn't expected anything quite that aggressive out of her. Perhaps she'd been more dissapointed than she let on back there. Perhaps she just wanted to hurry up and get to the good stuff before either one of them did or said something else to kill the mood. But the mood, he decided after a few moments of thought, was not anywhere near where it should be. No, not even close. <br><br>Of course, being in his lap it wasn't long at all before Sara noticed the sensation of something growing against her ass. Something hardening, thickening, lengthening. And as they both shifted to getter accomodate that growth, it finally became visible to her as he pulled her behind back into his abdomen enough for it to suddenly jut up into the air between her legs. <br><br>A monstrous thing. Something she'd perhaps expect to see between Giga's legs, but not her own. Indeed, if she arched her back a bit just now and looked down the length of her own body it would actually look as if that thick, pulsing monstrosity belonged to her, and not the man who's lap she had claimed. As if it were coming out from her own body. The lower-most portion of her lips rested along the top of the swollen shaft, grating against it ever so faintly with every shift, contortion, and movement of their bodies.&nbsp; And their bodies were most decidedly still moving, for he was hardly done bathing her. <br><br>One of her breasts had already been licked and sucked clean earlier of course, so the warm wet cloth graced the other with it's cleasing touch. His touch was calloused no longer. Now it was warm, wet, and soft. As if to better illustrate the contrast, his free hand moved to her other breast. squeezing it harshly even as the wash-hand caressed the other breast gently. <br><br>Both hands drifted lower then...the rough, sand-paper head floating lightly across her abdomen. Ghosting a trail for the washcloth to follow. Then the coarse hand moved to the inside of her thigh, and pulled her legs further apart, as the washcloth teasingly rubbed her pelvic area...the area where a child might rest someday. Maybe someday soon if this night continued to unfold the way it was right now. He raised the cloth just a few inches above her skin...and squeezed it with every ounce of his considerable strength. A warm trickle of water landed just below her navel, and gravity sent it cascading along her skin...between her netherlips where it seemed to pick up just a little extra heat before dribbling over the base of his cock. It was such a small amount of water really, but somehow it felt like a dam had broken and unleashed a deluge along his skin. He could only imagine how it felt for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:45:42</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's tent<br>Summary: Whipping up a Giga sandwitch between two slices of pale ginger.<br>Tagged: Noah, Giga<br><br>Maria set her clothes to the side in a neat little pile when she was finished undressing. The light that shone into the tent showed that she bore none of the tattoos or piercings that seemed to common now a days. The only things that broke the pale skin was the flash of red between her legs and the pink of her nipples, along with the freckles that ran down her spine, those were currently out of the sight of both men though. A dark blush had spread across her cheeks as she looked to Giga where he lay naked in the middle of his bed. She noticed that he did not seemed aroused by just seeing herself and Noah nude, he in face seemed to have little interest if one went by his clinical gaze. She moved to the bed taking the spot to Giga's right, in her place she laid on her side angling her body towards Giga. She propped herself on her left elbow and covered her breasts with her right arm. <br><br>The fingers of her right hand staightened almost on their own and lightly brushed Giga's side. She forced her eyes to not drift any lower than his chest. She traced one of the scars there with a light touch. This large man had been through a lot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 09:21:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong> Tim<br><strong>Location</strong> His bed<br><strong>Summary</strong> Watching for a reaction<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Korryn, Korryn's nipple<br><br>Tim watched her approach and never let his eyes drift from her as she lay next to him and asked about his scar.<strong> "An old friend of mine..."</strong> he said, his gaze now seeming to pass through Korryn as opposed to being focused on her. <strong>"...We got into a disagreement once and he took a shot at my neck with his knife, but he missed. So then I took my shot, and I didn't miss."</strong> Tim's tone betrayed that some aspect of the memory was at least tinged with fondness. Whether it was his old friend or the act of killing him that brought on this mood however, was entirely unclear by the man's words. <br><br>Tim calmly reached up and rested the palm of his hand against Korryn's cheek before moving it to her hair. He ran his hand through her hair and softly mused <strong>"We'll have to keep this clean, I like the look of it and don't want you catching lice"</strong> at the end of his statement Tim's hand was now firmly gripping a handful of Korryn's hair near the base of her head. <br><br>He wasn't holding it hard enough to really cause any pain as much as it was to simply rivet her attention on what he was saying <strong>"When you're told, you'll start with your mouth"</strong> he said to her <strong>"You've used it on a man before, yes?"</strong> as he asked the question he moved his other hand to Korryn's right breast gently squeezing it through the material of her top, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and pinching it softly. <br><br>His eyes were riveted on hers, seeming to be searching and probing for something. In truth he wanted to see how responsive she was to stimulation, to know if she had developed a habit of blocking encounters such as this one out of her mind or not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 16:22:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Tim's tent</strong> <br><strong>Summary: My minds tellin me no,<br>but my body,<br>my body's tellin'<br>me yes... </strong> <br><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Tim.</strong></div>She listened as Tim told his story, unaware of the half smile her lips had formed as he spoke. She wasn't smiling at the fact his friend had tried to kill him, but rather because she found it generally interesting. She was sure Tim had many interesting stories to tell. "You don't take me as the type of man that misses." She said, the other corner of her mouth turning into a smile as the other one had. She saw the hand coming to rest of her cheek, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes fixed on his.<br><br>She nodded at what he said about keeping her hair clean, then breathed in a slow, deep breath as the grip on her hair tightened. She wasn't in pain or uncomfortable, but she was definitely listening a little closer than she all ready was. <em>Fairly typical...</em> she thought to herself when she told him how she would start him off. "Yes." She told him with a slight undertone of confidence. She felt his other hand creeping up her body, coming to rest and lightly squeeze at one of her breasts.<br><br>Her eyes stayed on his, her chest rising and falling steadily, even as he pinched her nipple. Her body language remained the same, she didn't try to draw back. If anything, it appeared as thought she didn't mind his touch, or she just didn't care one way or another. However, her gaze became heavier, glazing over with either arousal or detachment.<br><br>Then she inched closer, a hand moving to his toned chest, letting her fingers play along the ripples of muscle. No, perhaps she wasn't detached. Her eyes never left his, the color of storms, looking into her burning gaze. "When would you like me to start?" Her tone was soft, but not hushed. She showed no signs of being nervous or anxious. Rather, her tone had a smokier, seductive ring to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 03:27:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Sandwich complete<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Giga</div><br>Noah took his sweet time getting undressed. He wanted to look sexy and seductive, the way Maria looked as she took off her clothes. It was quite hard for him not to look at her and be jealous. For a girl she had a perfect body, skinny yet a nice figure. Noah was just skinny and edgy, like a redheaded ex-punk who decided to keep in his piercings because they 'reminded him of a rough time in his life' or some bullshit like that. It wasn't the case for his body modifications, they were for courage. He did them himself with hollow needles that they had around in the underground. Once his parents were dead and he became a leader. The Rorschach tattoo on his back was a symbol of strength, both mental and physical. By now Noah figured that the piercings and the tattoo probably took away from the natural beauty of his pale skin and red hair, but he didn't care. If it kept some of the raiders off of his tight ass he'd be happy. <br><br>Once out of his khaki pants and white shirt, Noah watched as Maria settled in on Giga's right side. The way she immediately covered herself up and then gave in to touching his chiseled body surprised him and stopped him from joining in bed with them for a split second while fear shook his spine back into place. He didn't want Giga getting bored with him then kicking him out for the other raiders to get. If that happened Matt would surely find him and do things ten times worse to him than he was planning to before. <em>That won't happen.</em> The hero told himself, willing his whole body to move forward into the bed with the other redhead and Giga. <br><br>The 'Giga sandwich' was surprisingly very warm and comforting. Noah too propped himself up on his elbow but didn't touch Giga, not yet. He was too busy watching Maria tracing the scars on the man's chest to do anything besides observe, his blue eyes filling with hope. The hope of having a good friend in Maria and the hope of staying alive for another night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 04:17:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Feeling Up Redheads<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Noah<br><br>Giga did not find any fault with Noah's appearance. When his eyes fell upon the slender male's body, he showed no more or less pleasure than when he looked upon Maria's. There was little indication that Noah had to be concerned with Giga growing bored with him, or even Maria - though he did maybe seem bored, but it was the same look he had while they were eating and sitting around earlier. And when they both lay down to either side of him as wanted, Giga put an enormously muscled arm around each of the redheads, embracing both. As he did, his hand slowly stroked down the back of each of the captives. The man's large hands were rough and callused from all of the weapon-handling and miscellaneous labour he got stuck with due to his singular size and strength. Giga took his time as his huge tanned hand moved down their backs, but since his hands were so large and their backs so small it was over rather quickly, and his hands eventually came to rest on their sides, just beneath the bottom rib, on all that delightfully soft tissue. His embrace was not tight, rough, or uncomfortably restricting, but the likelihood of either ginger wriggling their way free was fairly slim unless they happened to be really, really good at wiggling.<br><br>The raider lay on his back, and turned his head. He brought his head close, and placed a kiss upon Noah's forehead, and then one on Maria's. Giga spared a moment, watching Maria's small fingers soft fingers traced over a scar. He did not tell her to stop or show any sign of displeasure. And then he looked back to Noah, and tilted his head. <strong>"You know me, you fear me."</strong> He said softly. The mountain of man moved his head forward and touched his lips to Noah's, initiating a soft kiss and using his arm to press the smaller male slightly closer to his much larger body. Giga's lips were soft; they were one of the few parts of him that were. He seemed content to kiss with lips alone for the moment; tongue might come later, but for now Giga did not deepen it. The hand that rested on Noah's side began to slowly, gently stroke the red-head's side in a predictable, elliptic pattern. The hand that rested on Maria's did the same, granting her a portion of Giga's attention though not so much as afforded to Noah. <br><br>As minutes passed, Giga's hands traveled to the hip of its respective red-head. They lingered there for a moment before moving to find the soft backsides of the pair, fondling and gently squeezing the pleasing flesh there. As he did so, Giga parted his lips, seeking to gain entry for his tongue into Noah's mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 05:01:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom('s bus)<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Considering herself seduced. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div><br>She wasn't ignorant of the mass of flesh pulsating at her back as they shifted and stretched together. Intimidation and affirmation squared off within her bounding chest, the latter just narrowly overcoming the former. She reveled in the effect her presence had on his body, even if it seemed a flaw in nature's design that she were meant not only to contain but to <em>withstand</em> him. The hands moving about her body like an estranged pair of brothers, synchronized in their passing movements but all together different in their intoxicating sensations, seemed to conspire to drive those fears from her mind and fill it only with desire. She lay back against his chest, sunken into dreamy complacency by the opiate of his touch, every pass of her aching chess another hit drawing her deeper.. Even so, she jolted as she felt him jut out beneath her, so precariously close. <br><br>As that final trail of warmed water cut its calculated course downward, her features contorted in ecstasy, and a first, faint feminine groan was drawn from her core. Years of silenced self pleasure had convinced her that she was wholly incapable of producing the nightly cries that filled the Coyote camp at night, and she was nothing short of shocked to feel the delicate whimper escape her. <br><br>With brazen curiosity she reached down, and with the small pads of her fingers, traced the throbbing contours of the hulking member protruding from beneath her. She moved with crawling purrpose, exploring smooth ridges and veins with a slow, delicate touch as if they were the subject of her latest venture in cartography. <br><br>Sara tried to restrain herself from moving against him, her abdomen muscles clenching desperately beneath his touch, but she yielded to the impulse to grind - to alleviate that ever growing pressure between her thighs. Her hips rocked, satisfying friction reaching all the right places as she rolled with crumbling inhibition, gripping a thigh to steady herself. The tacky sound of her wet sex sent a blush of embarrassment creeping down from her scalp to consume the whole of her face. Still she refrained from looking, but in the absence of sight only felt more acutely - to the brink of overwhelming her senses. Finally her touch reached the curve of the tip, caressed it in trembling circular passes, only the glide back to where she had begun to slick the tick base of his cock. Her hand traveled the same excruciatingly light and meandering course as before, bringing with it the warm juices of her own sex. Her head fell back against his chest, neck arching upward in hungry search of an embrace. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 05:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/1Qbqn.jpg)<strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ricky's campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Snarking off and regretting it<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ricky<br></strong><hr></div><br>V at least made a token effort to help Ricky to remove her bra, wanting to keep the garment intact for later use. She returned his glare, but didn't speak; she figured the look on her face would tell him everything he needed to know about her thoughts on the situation.<br><br>She kept up her rebellious look, and replied with an undercurrent of snark, <strong>"No, this tattoo's going to wash off as soon as I hop in water. Of course it's for real. I didn't exactly have a degree, but my dad did. He was a trauma surgeon before the bombs dropped, and he taught me the trade. That's what I was doing back in that little ass-end-of-nowhere town before you guys showed up; I was the town doc."</strong><br><br>Then, she realized what had tumbled out of her mouth before she got to the pertinent information. <em>Of course I have to start with the sarcasm. This guy and bad impulse decisions seem to go hand in hand.</em> V shifted somewhat uncomfortably, just waiting for the present ordeal to be over and finished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 06:21:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ricky<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Negotiating<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> V<br><br><br>It must have been surprising to V, but Ricky actually gave a small grin at her snarky answer, now that he didn't have to be intimidating and imposing to keep himself alive.<br><br>"No, I figured it was permanent, unless you've never washed since you got it." His hand left her breast and ran through some of her hair. "And you're not nearly greasy enough for that." He went quiet for a moment, simply standing in front of her, trying to figure out how to best use this new information. She was a doctor, more or less professionally trained. Warren was a good guy, but half the time it seemed as though he was consulting a mental notebook of what to do and what not to do. A new offer was forming in his mind. This new offer would give him less lustful pleasure, unfortunately for the smaller soldier, but would probably be better for him in the long run.<br><br>He took a step back and quickly stooped to grab her shirt. "I have a new offer for you." He said, extending the shirt towards her. "You become my personal doctor, patching up my bullet holes and cuts and such. In return," he stopped here, because he was fighting with his more primal urges to offer this," In return, I won't touch you without your permission, and I'll keep the others from using you like an old rag." <br><br>"Not that I trust you, having almost every reason to kill me in my sleep or to just not help me when I'm bleeding out. Almost every reason. The second I stop being alive, so does your protection. Lilly wouldn't mind having some fun with you, and Tucker and Matt just love to stick their dicks somewhere warm and wet. I'll be keeping my end of the bargain because I have this one great love, and that is living. Even knowing you'd be getting gang raped as I'm dying won't really bring me any sort of joy, since I'll be dead." <br><br>His long explanation finished, he looked right into her eyes and asked "So what do you think?" He wasn't sure how she would take this offer. Maybe she'd rather be his sex toy instead of prolonging his life, which is probably something Ricky would do, had their positions be reversed. He'd never want to help his captors, and this girl certainly had pride enough to spit in his offer just because it was defiance. Oddly enough, he respected that, never having liked the captives that immediately accepted their new position in life. A strange sort of admiration, but the stories he had heard growing up had made the weaker yet defiant side the hero, since stories about unexpected triumphs were better than the obvious thing happening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 08:28:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Discovering that<br>consentual sex has it's own peculiar <br>charms. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>He had raped more than a few women in his life. And made more than a few of them enjoy the act in spite of themselves. But not one of them had ever sought his lips that hungrily. Even Lilly...one of the those who consented, with enthusiasm...never looked for him that way. Sought him out that way. Craved for him that way. It made him pause a moment, apprecciating this strange new sensation of being wanted. <br><br>Oh, it was wasn't going to stop him from having fun with the next batch of slaves they picked up. But this was definitely a new and interesting experience. Maybe playing nice with Sara had other perks beyond just ensuring she offered him the very best of her mind's gifts. But he remembered how heated her breath became when he squeezed her earlier. When he pulled and twisted her hair. <br><br>Maybe not <em>too</em> nice. Heh.<br><br>Her lips found the embrace they sought, and it swept them up with a heat and hunger to rival her own as her fingers tickled and played with his cock. Her teasing grinds elicited a distinctly masculine growl. Another show of the effect she could have on a man. Of the power her sexuality gave her to influence even a man like Dominic. He tossed the sponge away, and suddenly spun her over onto her belly, taking his own place above her in a single fluid, simultaneous motion. Flat on her belly, his rough hands pinned her shoulders to the bed. And now she could feel that head...the smooth, bulbous, mushroom-like tip she had been playing her fingers against moments ago probing at the hot, wet entrance to her sex. With no hymen to protect her, and so much lust lubricating the passage for him the only thing the guarded her virginity now was the tight clench of muscles in her body. And tight though that clench was, it wasn't nearly tight enough judging from how smoothly that bulbous head forced her to stretch open in a way that made his intruding finger before seem positively benign. <br><br>He quickly brought one hand down to her hip, holding her flat down on the bed and stopping her from arching up...from taking more of himself into her than he was willing to give her right now. This was how he often took his women, and that made him pause. Afterall, most of those women were being taken by force. With little regard for how they felt about it afterwards. But he reminded himself that he needed Sara. Longterm. She mattered to his goals...just his goals. <br><br>Just his goals. He repeated it in his head a few times. She is just a means to an end. A valuable means to a valuable end. This is nothing more. <br><br>He told himself that a few more times, willing himself to ignore that breif flicker of sensation when he'd seen such naked and raw <em>wanting</em> in her eyes. <br><br>Her eyes! Of course! Her first time...surely she would apprecciate the luxury of looking into the eyes of the first man to claim her sexuality. He lowered himself and kissed the back of her neck. A slow, sensual caress of his lips made the journey to her ear. His grip on her eased, freeing her movement as he whispered. "Turn around Sara. I want to see you bite your lips, and widen your eyes as every inch of it sinks deeper and deeper inside you. I want to see the look on your face when you finally can't possibly accomodate another inch of me. I want to see the look in your eyes when you're completely and utterly mine. &nbsp;"<br><br>He shifted to the side so she could turn herself around more easily, the glistening head of his cock freeing itself from inside her with a faint, almost inaudible pop as the tight muscles inside her failed as futilely to keep him in as they'd failed to keep him out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 17:26:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong> Tim<br><strong>Location</strong> Still in bed!<br><strong>Summary</strong> Enjoying his guest<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Korryn<br><br>Tim was pleased that, as far as he could tell, she didn't simply <em>'glass over'</em> and go off into some part of her mind to escape the situation. In all honesty if she had he would have simply thrown her to the wolves...or rather coyotes...after this one stint in his bed. He didn't much enjoy the idea of sharing his bed with a hollow shell.<br><br>He continued to lightly tease her nipple for a few more seconds before finally moving his hand away. His other hand still remained firmly planted in her hair and with a slight tug he began to lead her head downwards to his groin <strong>"Go on then.</strong> he told her <strong>"Show me just how much you know of what you're doing."</strong><br><br>He then let go of her hair and slid the hand that had been gripping it down her back to rest on her ass. Cupping a single cheek firmly in his hand and massaging it gently. His eyes on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 17:29:10</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's Tent<br>Summary: <br>Tagged: Noah, Giga<br><br>Maria looked up when Noah took his spot on Giga's other side. She saw the look in his eyes and wanted to say something. She simply offered him a small smile though as Giga's arms slid around the two red heads. Her brain had simply stalled out, her hand continuing to lightly trace some of the scars he bore on its own. She took note of the fact that she was still running her hands over him when the light kiss touched her forehead.<br><br>Her hand paused still on his side she took notice that Giga was watching as she hand traced the scars. She took that up again, though she lightly touched one on his chest this time. It made her think, though this may not have been the time for such a thing. It was a wonder that he was alive having been wounded so many times. These days infection could kill as easily as a wound itself. She quickly shook away those thoughts away though, at this time she needed to not be lost in her thoughts.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched as Giga spoke to Noah then kissed the smaller man. She blushed softly and then stopped tracing the scars, instead she let her small hand rest on Giga's chest. She had never been around two men in this situation. While she had lived with Ajax there had been two men thatwere a couple, they were very reserved though and hardly ever even held hands in public. <br><br>She looked away from the men her gaze dropping. She felt Giga's hand go on the move again breaking the almost soothing pattern he had been tracing. His rough hand found a place to pause again quicker this time it seemed as he fondled her, and Noah's backside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 22:13:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Tim's bed, and her mouth.</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Showin' off her skills. </strong> <br><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Tim, Tim's pelvic area.</strong></div>She leaned in as he guided her downward. She moved her hair to one side, exposing her face so that he could see. She knew men liked to be able to see what was being done to them. Something her father let her know when she was about sixteen, along with various other things about when it came to blow jobs. He claimed that she was helping them provide for their camp - that the happier these gang members were, the better the trades would be. Korryn thought he was just trying to save his ass, really. But none the less, she supposed they were helping tips. Basically: Let them see your face, make eye contact, if you're doing it wrong they'll show you what they want (either by force or gently), and watch the fucking teeth.<br><br>She ran a hand across the inside of his thigh, letting her fingers move to the growing appendage between his legs. She felt a slight shiver go through her as his hand traveled down her back, caressing one cheek of her rear. She glanced up at him with a soft smile before she moved slowly to the floor in front of him, softly spreading his legs so she could nestle herself between them. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his member, lifting it as she leaned in, pressing her full lips against the underside of his shaft.<br><br>Her eyes were locked on his, remaining unchanging with each kiss. She pressed one last full kiss against the tip of his cock before her lips parted and she slowly and she began taking him into her mouth. The hand at the base of his cock moved slowly in time with her mouth, stroking the few inches she knew she wouldn't be able to take - at least not if she tried to one her own. At first, she didn't try to 'go all the way'. She figured it was easier to ease into it until he was thoroughly <em>ready.</em> <br><br>As her head bobbed steadily, her tongue played along his length; trailing lightly up and down, swirling around his head every so often. Once he was ready, she began taking him deeper into her throat, edging her way down more and more with each movement until she sure she had relaxed her throat enough to take anymore. Even then, the first time she felt him enter her throat, the muscles there did tighten as she gagged some. Her eyes, though watering, stayed on his. She only pulled away to take a breath, but her hand remained wrapped around him, slowly stroking and massaging, then moved to make room as she took his back into her mouth.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 22:52:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Discovering sex. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div>He been here before. His prowess was only slightly more blatant then her inexperience as she was maneuvered into a hold that told of his knowledge of her impulses. Sara wanted to lift, the grind, to writhe, and all that was denied by his heavy grasp in such a way that lead her to believe Dom knew what to expect of her flesh far more then she. There was something primal at play, she decided. Some evolutionary formula with treacherous chemistry in its arsenal had usurped her better senses and hijacked control. The inevitable pain of having him press inside her could not deter her from wanting press back into him, to feel what it what to be full. Muscles twitched and constricted against him as her fingers sank into the covers of his bed. <br><br>Despite the frustration of her immobility, she reveled in the pressure of being pinned, finding a sense of security in being turned on her belly. The transparent and telling expressions washing across her face would be hers and hers alone. Time slowed to an insufferable crawl as she lay there, helpless and waiting. His weight and warmth began to ease over her toward an end that was only made apparent by the caress of his voice. Sara let out a muted groan into the sheets at his agonizing withdrawal and the breath taking explicit detail of his command that had begun with the shudder-inducing mention of her name. <br><br>After a few long breaths, she complied, slowly turning until she came to rest on her back beneath him. Her gaze was hooded at first, fixated somewhere beneath his throat. By the time her eyes had made the journey to reach his there was no hiding the fear in them - not of him but the pain, and this transition from which there would be no returning. She was afraid, this woman who went about camp as if invulnerable (or at least oblivious) to its dangers, devising ways to draw water from soil and cooking energy from the sun, facing down venomous reptiles and serving up their flame roasted carcasses as hors d'oeuvres the next. It was ridiculous in her own mind that she felt herself capable of any task she set herself against, and yet <em>this</em> is where her courage faltered. <br><br>Rather then try to push and claw herself away, her arms looped under his, small hands splaying against his back, coaxing him to bring the comfort of his weight and warmth near.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:14:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Kissing the giant<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria</div><br>The whole thing was a little bit... odd to Noah. None of the other raiders had been this gentle with him. As soon as they got him naked they were on him or inside of him in record time. Giga was not like that and Noah respected him for that, but still feared him a little. Who wouldn't when he was such a large man with so many battle scars?<br><br>Noah reacted as soon as Giga's lips were on his. Noah kissed back, reveling in the feeling of such soft lips on his which were probably raw and dry from the air. With his free hand Noah held the side of Giga's face, his small hand barely covering the left side of the man's lower jaw. For a second he forgot about Maria, then cursed himself in doing so. The girl was probably in an awkward situation seeing the two of them kiss while she was on the other side of Giga. It wasn't until he opened a blue eye and winked at her that he felt a little bit better, also realizing that the same rubbing motions he was receiving, she was too. <br><br>A small gasp was pulled in by Noah when he felt his scrawny ass being grabbed by Giga's rough hand, opening his mouth and letting the larger man gain access was next, getting a little riled up by the feeling of Giga's tongue in his mouth. <em>Damn he's a good kisser.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 04:34:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Taking His Time - The Captives Aren't Going Anywhere<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maria, Noah<br><br>Giga's hand caressed and massaged the behinds of both redheads, squeezing and kneading the flesh there. He enjoyed the supple feel of their soft bodies, fingers venturing to explore their milky flesh in equal measure. Even though Noah was the recipient of his oral efforts, both were having their backsides felt up with equal vigour. Giga was not as vicious or rough in his handling of Noah as other raiders, but that was a peculiar quirk of Giga's: he did not like to wreck nice things. And in his estimation, Noah and Maria were very nice things. He wanted to keep them in pristine condition. Today had been the height of serendipity in finding as many attractive captives as they had; how many raids had gone by without any worthwhile slaves? Giga could not recall, but it was many. In his heart he knew this to be true. As Noah opened his mouth, permitting Giga the access he desired, the redhead was rewarded with a low groan of satisfaction from the enormous raider, and as they kissed more deeply Giga's member began to stir to tumescence. His hand left Noah's backside, moving over the thin hip of the redhead to find the smaller man's genitals. Giga's fingers teased at the flesh there, playing with Noah's sac and running the pad of his thumb along the underside of Noah's member. His tongue danced with Noah's, never overwhelming or choking the smaller male but definitely enforcing control. Giga was taking what he wanted, even if he was not doing so in a damaging, brutal way.<br><br>He broke the kiss and touched his forehead to Noah's, nostrils flaring as he took in a deep breath. <strong>"I am pleased with you."</strong> The big man said softly, lips millimeters away from Noah's. The lustful wantonness that other raiders inflicted upon Noah was there, in Giga, held back by the man's restraint and willpower, buried deeply beneath the unemotional deadpan he typically spoke in. But the hints were there. The way his cheek trembled and tensed just so under Noah's hand, a particular curl of the lips. Perhaps later Giga would let the gates fly open and give in to that side of himself, but for now he was subdued and gentle, wanting for the pair of them to be pleasured so that he could derive satisfaction from it. But perhaps Noah could take some comfort in the words Giga spoke and their promise that Noah would not be ejected into the night. No doubt the smaller male would be sore and leaking semen before the night was out, but he would be able to bask in the warm afterglow within the tent.<br><br>Giga turned his face away from Noah and turned his attention to Maria, finding her lips with his own. When he kissed her, he may have been a touch, just a touch, more eager than in his initial lip-lock with Noah, but if it was it was because Giga was more excited now after swapping saliva and twisting tongues with the slender male. The hand that ministered to Maria's body traveled upwards, moving from her buttock to her hip, flowing smoothly up her side and finally moving to her chest, displacing the woman's right arm to cup one of her breasts, softly kneading the supple mound as a thumb played with the pleasingly pink rise of her nipple. Giga groaned into Maria's mouth, feeling his body begin to warm and the steady flow of blood to his lower organ start as he worked Maria's mouth with his own. In due order, Giga's tongue sought to pass between Maria's lips, eager to taste more fully of the small red-headed woman. As the pair kissed he gave another low groan, deeper and longer than the one that preceded it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 06:25:43</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's tent<br>Summary: Kiss, kiss<br>Tagged: Giga, Noah<br><br>Maria gave a small smile to Noah when they briefly made eye contact. She was happy that he was here with her. Even though the tiny red head could not help her if Giga were to decide that he wanted to hurt her she felt safer with him being there. She slid her hand across Giga's chest resting it rest over his heart feeling it beat in his large chest. She kept her gaze down feeling almost like she was watching a private moment between the two men. <br><br>She saw that Giga's member had, was stirring and bit down on her lip. She looked up when Giga turned to her. She leaned lightly into his kiss. The kiss she have him was very sweet, much like Maria herself. She parted her lips for him and moved her arm. She let most of her arm rest on his chest now. The blush seemed like it was here to stay now, the red across her cheeks had not faded since she had undressed.<br><br>She closed her eyes as her hand drifted across his stomach, feeling the muscle there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 06:58:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Leading Sara <br>on a magical journey of self discovery<br>...discovery that she's a slut!! BAM!!!<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br><br>He lowered himself down on his elbows, smiling down at her. It wasn't a friendly smile. It wasn't a mean smile. It was a...sexy smile? Manly smile? It was intimate. The kind of smile that can't be shown anywhere or anytime except in those hot and breathless moments just before two bodies merge. One arm reached down, taking the base of his shaft in hand and guiding it back to her heated, wet slit. The head still glistened from it's breif entry into her before, and he took advantage of that heightened slickness to slowly run the tip of it up and down the length of her slit...pausing breifly everytime it reached her clit to grind it gently for just a second before sliding away. <br><br>"Hmmm...perhaps there is 'more' afterall... " He whispered, just as he pushed his way into her. Nice and slow, once again giving her a chance to savor that uniquely new sensation of feeling her body stretch and contort to accomodate the foreign invader. It was like a Raid! Her body the village. Her tightly clenched muscles the townsfolk, futilely trying to deter the war-bus plowing down main street. He paused when the head was fully encased within her, and brought his hand back up the length of her body. The back of his fingers...not quite as coarse in texture as his palms...floating along her skin. Pausing breifly to pinch one of her nipples, before moving to the back of her head and pulling her up into a kiss. A surprisingly tender kiss. Yes, he understood now what Sara needed...what it would take to sink his hooks deep inside her and make her thank him for it. More than just making her his, he understood now how to make her <em>want</em> to be his. To wake up every morning greatful to belong to him. So he drew that sensual and hungry kiss out, before letting her rest her head back and catch her breath before they went further. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 21:06:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria </div><br>Noah smiled and bit down on his bottom lip, happy to hear that Giga was pleased with him. His eyes watched as Giga's nostrils flared and he felt the cheek beneath his hand tense up a few times. It didn't take Noah long to know that the man was holding back, which was a good thing right now. Noah had never had sex with a man that was built like Giga. If the man were to no longer hold back, Noah would probably be sore for a long time. <br><br>The young 'hero' watched as Giga turned his face away from him and turned his attention towards Maria. It was quite cute to see the two of them kissing so gently. Noah would hate to see someone take advantage of Maria by kissing her full force and not holding back any for her sake. Giga wasn't like that though and that made Noah's insides loosen up a little bit so he could breathe better. From the time he entered the tent to the time Giga turned away from him he found it slightly harder to breathe, but now it came naturally as he observed Maria and Giga. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 22:39:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong><br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria<br><br>Giga continued to fondle Noah's genitals, his explorations taking on an edge of fervour and intensity that was low-key but showed signs of steadily rising. His breathing was growing deeper, more quick, and the increase in his pulse saw him grow harder below. Giga was incredibly well-endowed; he put Chris and Matt to shame before he became tumescent but his organ continued to grow to a size and girth that would be uncomfortable, likely even painful, no matter how gentle he was with either of the smaller captives. The raider penis pulsed against his abdomen, resting heavily against the hard-muscled front of him as he kissed Maria, fondling her breast. As sweet as her kiss was, and as much as he liked that sweetness, Giga also wanted to taste her lower lips, and he moved to disentangle himself from his current position so that he could place Maria on her back. Giga multi-tasked, taking one of Noah's hands and forcing it around his broad girth, though Noah's hand was insufficient to encircle the thickness of Giga's lower parts. The raider broke his kiss with Maria, working his lips down the milky pale skin of her body, passing down her neck, between her breasts, over her navel until he came to the patch of red between her legs, which he soon parted to allow himself access to the folds hidden there. Giga brought his lips to Maria's sex, and his large, warm, wet tongue was soon lapping at her flesh, seeking out her most intimate and sensitive areas. There would be much more for her to blush about now; perhaps her cheeks would bloom more crimson than the hair on her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 15:30:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/1Qbqn.jpg)<strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ricky's campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Snarking off and regretting it<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ricky<br></strong><hr></div><br>V, emboldened by his previous response, decided on a possibly dangerous course of action to respond, mostly unintimidated now. She spat on the ground in front of him (one of the most unladylike things she had ever done) and told him on no uncertain terms, <strong>"Go to hell. I wouldn't waste a single milligram of anesthetic or one centimeter of suture on you."</strong><br><br>She crossed her arms over her chest defiantly, not even reaching for the offered shirt. <strong>"I'd rather be a walking sex toy than help you ravage the badlands."</strong> Her eyes were still narrowed in a glare at him. She wasn't moving a muscle, waiting for Ricky's response. <em>I just hope this can be over soon. Maybe find a place to hide if I can slip away when they stop next.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 19:00:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Oh shit giant cock in the hand<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria</div><br>The large organ in Noah's hand was hot. It felt like it was going to burn through his skin and flesh and leave nothing but bones left for him to jerk the large man off with. After the initial shock of having such a large member in his hand was over Noah slowly started working his hand up and down the massive shaft of Giga's penis. It was by far the largest dick he had ever seen, let alone touched. The damn thing was downright scary, especially since he knew that was going to be inside of him later, tearing him from the inside out. Some part deep inside of him begged for it to be inside of him right now. It wasn't the kind of begging where he just wanted it over either. It was the kind of begging where he wanted the pain and pleasure to blend together in perfect harmony. He didn't let that part out of him though, he just kept it inside as he continued to masturbate Giga, all the while watching him and Maria. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 23:24:12</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's tent<br>Summary:<br>Tagged: Giga, Noah<br><br>Maria was knew that she should have know that Giga's member would be large, he was over all a very large man. She still could not help the fact that just about every thought running through her head was about how Giga would fit, or rather not fit well in either her or Noah.&nbsp; She looked up into Giga's blue eyes as he moved her onto her back his large frame blocking her view of Noah for a moment. She did blush darker as Giga had though as his lips tailed down her body. A small squeak passed her lips as he spread her legs, her voice dying in her throat as she felt Giga's hot breath followed quickly by his mouth on her sex. <br><br>Maria closed her eyes as Giga lapped at her sex, her hands rolling into fists at her sides. "Giga," his name fell from her lips as something between a moan and a whimper. She bit down on her lip softly a slight tremble shaking her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 00:26:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Maria<br><br>Giga's organ throbbed vigorously in Noah's hand, exuding not just heat but the pulse of his heartbeat through the blood-engorged organ. Like what was likely the majority of males in the world now, Giga's penis was uncircumcised, though that portion of skin was pushed back by the engorged head of his glans. The soft pink tip of his organ began to ooze pre-cum, adding a tacky slickness of the man's genitals as Noah's hand worked. The redhead's efforts elicited a few groans of pleasure from Giga, the noise of which could not be muted by the placement of his head between Maria's creamy thighs. The large man's hips bucked forward slightly, almost as if to fuck Noah's hand.<br><br>Through the display of arousal Giga continued to work to please Maria, working to elicit the nectar of her womanhood with his oral ministrations. His tongue traveled around her outer lips and worked its way within, parting her folds to taste her inner depths. He lay a hand on her pubic mound, his thumb grazing the hood of her clitoris, seeking to stimulate her small nub and evoke further noises from the small young woman. He was very eager in what he was doing, and evinced a sort of skill that came from practice - something perhaps unexpected of the enormous raider. But the noises that Maria made, the way her body trembled, did a great deal to excite Giga. He enjoyed the climax of his partners more than he did his own, truth be told, particularly when it came from his efforts. It made intercourse generally unsatisfying most of the time - the typical violent rape inflicted by the Coyotes generally did little to evoke pleasure in the victims.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 02:08:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ricky<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Negotiations have failed, time for the direct route.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> V<br><br>Ricky simply shrugged at her rather expected response. "Suit yourself. Just remember that I gave you this chance." He stepped forward and tossed the shirt he was holding into her face, and driving a fist into her stomach while she was temporarily distracted. That done, he grabbed her hair and forced her first to her knees, and then pushed her towards the ground, forcing her to either hold herself up with her hands or be slammed into the dirt.<br><br>Either way worked for Ricky. He grabbed the back of her neck and continued pushing, while the other grabbed at her pants, working at removing them. It was a bit of a challenge, having only the one hand but he managed. Her underwear, plain like her bra, was easier to do than her pants. Then his own pants were quickly pulled down and he thrust himself into her, pausing only to line himself up with the entrance. He was not a large man, and he had not checked others but he was in fact a bit above average for his size. Still, he hadn't had any complaints, though whether that was because they were slaves or he was just that good he did not know.<br><br>"So let's see how you like being a fuck toy then." He growled before he began thrusting. Slowly at first, but he quickly increased his pace, slamming his hips against her. A small part of his mind figured she would have a bruised ass in the morning but that didn't matter to him. Besides, Lilly would want to have a go and she would be much less gentle than he was.<br><br>After a few minutes of this, he felt his balls start to tingle and pulled out just as he came, spending his load on her asscheeks and back. He paused for a moment to wipe his cock off on her panties before standing over her. "So, I'm going to do something I don't do. I'm going to extend my offer. Whenever you get sick of being Lilly's plaything, or when you don't want Tucker sticking his cock down your throat anymore, then you come find me."<br><br>He turned to face where the rest of the raiders had been lounging. "Lilly! You still want a go with this one?" <br><br>"Of course! What took you so long?" Came the sing-song reply. Moments later, Lilly was there, hauling V up and pressing a knife right about where her kidneys would be. "You and me are gonna have a lot of fun! And So will Tucker and Matt!" She sang out, leading V away.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 03:03:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria</div><br>Noah was not surprised when Giga started to buck into his hand. Judging by the way he was having fun down in Maria's 'nether regions' and thrusting into Noah's grasp Giga was starting to let go a little bit. He would still probably never let go completely and thank god for that. If he did Noah might not be able to walk for the next day or two. Giga would probably have to carry Maria to his vehicle and Noah back to the bus where he would probably just sleep away the pain hopefully in peace. <br><br>When Giga moaned, Noah bit down on his bottom lip to keep any noise from coming out of his own mouth. Pleasing this man was probably the hottest thing he had done since having sex with man for the first time when he was sixteen and his father had just died. Noah didn't realize it right away, but his own member was hard and leaking precum, but he dared not touch it. If he did right now he would bust right away anyways. So instead he channeled all of his focus onto Giga's monster cock, putting a slight twist to his wrist as his hand movements and Giga's hips thrusts fell into sync.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 07:00:40</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's tent<br>Summary: The start of what promises to be a long night.<br>Tagged: Giga, Noah<br><br>Maria shuddered as Giga groaned against her sex, he was apparently liking what Noah was doing. She could see that Noah had an erection now as well. It seemed like they were all having a nice time so far, and seeing that Noah seemed relaxed made Maria feel better. Giga's hand felt oddly heavy as he set it on her she looked down to him a soft moan passing her lips as his rough thumb ran over her clit.<br><br>No man had ever done this to, for Maria. She had sex before yes but this was a whole different thing. She found her hand coming to rest on the top of Giga's head, soft pale fingers running through his thick dark hair. She gave a low throaty moan as Giga continued his work, her hips raising a bit to meet his probing tongue. The flush of her face touched her neck and chest as she became aware of the wetness of her arousal that Giga must have been able to taste.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 07:50:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Sex-Having<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Maria<br><br>Giga raised his head slightly, and turned to glance at Noah with desire-clouded eyes. The want and pleasure within them was unmistakable, but there was nothing of the cruelty of other raiders. His eyes seemed less like the vacant dead things they were earlier, and it was perhaps this distinction that had kept Giga with the Coyotes rather than becoming one of the Faceless. His free hand went to his mouth, and he sucked one of his fingers for a long moment, coating it liberally in his saliva. The hand went to Noah's bottom, and the wetted finger found its obvious destination between Noah's fair-skinned cheeks. Giga gently teased and probed at Noah's hole, easing as much as he could the entrance of his large finger into the small male. Some preparation was due, though Giga was not sure if he would have the patience to truly do it properly. But at least it was something; Giga did not want to kill Noah impaling the slave on his monstrous cock. <br><br><strong>"Use your mouth."</strong> The large raider demanded of Noah. Not harshly, not cruelly, but in a way that brooked no argument and must be obeyed. The pulsing throbs of his organ grew ever more urgent, although he was not yet at the height of excitement whose precipice Noah lingered upon. It was tempting to switch from his attention to Maria to Noah, but Giga wanted to finish the small woman first. <br><br>The raider lowered his mouth back to Maria's lower lips again, enjoying the taste of her arousal that was the reward of his efforts. His tongue greedily swept up the wetness between her thighs, leaving her sex slickened at least with his saliva as his tongue probed the depths of her sex. His thumb continued to work at her clit, circling and rubbing the little bud at the top of her red-haired womanhood. Her soft fingers working their way into his hair was a good sign. The other hand continued to finger-fuck Noah gently but unrelentingly, working his finger into the tight ass of the male red-head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 23:14:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Scared yet eager for more<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria </div><br>Noah's body tensed up when Giga raised his head. It was a reflex, not because he was scared that the man was going to do something terrible to him. The redheaded male caught on quickly as soon as Giga put one of his large fingers in his mouth to lube it up. Noah kept stroking with the gentle twist as a smile crept across his face. Once Giga's huge finger was inside of him Noah threw his head back and let out one moan with his eyes closed before he started to grind his hips instinctively onto the finger to loosen himself up a little more. It wasn't much longer after the finger was inside of him before he was commanded to use his mouth. Noah's mouth started to water as he lowered his whole body so he could place the thick head between his lips, his velvety tongue teasing the head while his hips still twisted into Giga's finger. <br><br>The boy wasted no time after first contact with Giga's monster to try and take more of it in his mouth. There was no way he was going to fit the whole thing in, but he was going to try to fit as much in his mouth as he could without accidentally using teeth. Having virtually no gag reflex was going to help a lot in this situation. On his first try going down he couldn't get down too far, maybe an inch or two plus below the head was in his mouth, his lips tightly around the large shaft while his tongue never left the skin of the other man's cock. Noah pulled his head up slowly, took a deep breath in through his nose and went down. This time he could feel the large, pulsing organ almost in his throat. Luckily thank's to Chris he had a lot of experience with giving prolonged blowjobs to a thick piece of meat, so his jaw hadn't started to hurt yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 04:33:12</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's tent.<br>Summary: <br>Tagged: Giga, Noah<br><br>Maria would never admit to it but she was somewhat glad that it was Noah pleasing Giga with his mouth rather than her. She watched as Giga's hand slid to Noah, a finger working into Noah. She bit down on her lip seeing the look in Giga's eyes when he turned back to her. He did have such lovely blue eyes, and without that emotionless look they were even more lovely. She let out the breath she had been holding, and gave Giga a small smile before his head vanished between her legs.<br><br>Maria gave a light gasp as Giga licked away the wetness of her arousal. She gave a loud moan, and yanked his hair. She had not meant to pull his hair, a wave of pleasure had just hit her and she jerked a bit. "Sorry" She whispered lightly running her fingers through his hair. Some where in the back of her mind she noted that Giga must have done this before to be able to pull such a powerfull reaction from her. She arched again another moan passing her lips as she orgasmed into Giga's mouth.<br><br>Maria had explained to Noah that her first time had been when she was young, the man boy had been young as well. It had been quick, he had a good time it had seemed though. Maria had been rather unimpressed and the taste it had left in her mouth had been a bad one. God if sex could be like this though, she could finally see what the big deal was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 00:04:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Sex-Having<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Maria<br><br>Giga did not stop as Maria yanked his hair. It was, in its own way, something that pleased Giga. The action indicated that Maria was enjoying what he was doing and losing some measure of control. So it was okay. They were alone, in his tent, and he could afford to let it slide somewhat. This was not an infraction worth punishing, or even something that Giga held to be an infraction. The woman orgasmed as he worked her sex with his mouth, and the taste of her was very pleasing to Giga. <br><br>Noah's efforts were pleasing as well, but Giga was not about to climax yet, despite the skill Noah evinced. With Maria having climaxed, Giga turned his attention to the male ginger. He worked a second finger up Noah's backside, working to loosen the ginger's hole up some for the main event. Giga threaded his fingers through Noah's hair and pulled the ginger back, pulling his dick free and maneuvering around into what was more or less a 69-position. As close the pair of them could manage given the disparity in their height. When Giga was in position he loosed his grip on Noah's hair and allowing him to resume blowing him. Giga continued to finger Noah's backside, but he grasped Noah's penis and angled it to his mouth. Giga was not anywhere near as good at administering fellatio as Noah was. Still, Giga sucked on the tip of Noah's cock, and then bobbed his head forward in a rhythm with the fingers penetrating Noah's rear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 21:54:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Insert cheesy gay porno music here<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria </div><br>It didn't seem like long before Maria had succumbed and had an orgasm due to Giga licking all over her parts. Noah wasn't paying much attention to any part of Giga that was connected to Maria, his complete attention was the huge slab of throbbing man meat that was starting to make his jaw feel like it was being pulled apart. No sooner had his jaw started to feel like that then his head was pulled off of Giga's cock by a large, rough hand belonging to the same man. The movement was a little bit confusing but the extra finger in his ass was extremely satisfying and make his own cock jump in anticipation, coaxing some more precum to ooze out. Between Giga and Noah, they were probably the best snake charmers in the camp. <br><br>It took Noah a second to come out of his dazed state and when he did he was a bit surprised that Giga was down there by his bits now. It was different having someone pleasing him. He was so used to just being used and then thrown out with an aching hardon. But with Giga, that was not the case and the warmth of the humongous man's mouth pulled a moan out of Noah that was instantly drowned out by the large, tasty cock in his mouth.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 00:39:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Throwing up the white flag<br>figuratively speaking <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div>That smile lingered with her, imprinted like the ethereal light that dances in your sights after glimpsing the sun. It remained. She mirrored it too, as best as one of her limited experience could manage in a moment of short-breathed anticipation. His strong seductive presence become one of conflicted desire in her contorted reflection, but the intimacy remained. The first of Dom's requests upon turning her over was met as he relentlessly teased her clit with grazing passes. Her sex was slicked to the extent that there was no relief to be found in that light touch, and her teeth sank into her lip in a vain effort to redirect focus from the intensity of that pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br><em>More.</em> The word reverberated in a feverish echo. If Dom's advances were a raid, and her body the battle ground, the townsfolk would have clamored to run up the white flag ages ago. There was a warm surrender in her hooded gaze as their lips parted. Slowly, the muscles along her back relaxed, until finally the tension in her legs yielded, allowing her thighs to ease further apart. Her soft hands slid over the stone contours of his shoulders, meeting behind his neck as she delivered for the second time upon one of his requests and held his gaze. <br><br>The continuation of the sexual conquest was a mere formality. She was already his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 04:54:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Dom's gettin' laid, alright? What? <br>You wanted something clever? Well TOUGH!<br>I am not here to amuse you! I have feelings! <br>I have a soul! I am a human being!<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>Dom teased his way into her depths. A faint thrust, and then he pulled back until nothing but the head remained inside. Another slow, smooth, excruciatingly slow thrust that moved just a bit deeper than before...then again he pulled back until her hungry lower lips were left with nothing but that smooth bulbous head to cling to so heatedly. And when this delicious game had seen her fed a full half of that thick glistening shaft his next thrust brought an end to the teasing game. His next thrust saw her full in ways she surely never imagined before today, as he pushed into her until he simply couldn't get any deeper inside. Until her tight little body just didn't seem to have anymore room for him. <br><br>And then it finally began in earnest. Games and teasing over. No metaphors or euphimisms. Sara was simply being fucked at long last. A thick and powerful cock pistoning back and forth inside her. He watched how she reacted between pleasured grunts and groans. Much like before taking note of how her body reacted. How hard she liked to be fucked. Whether she preferred his lips on hers, or her breasts while that strong shaft continued to pump away at her. He slowed down or sped up depending on just how her own heated moans and whimpers told him to. Letting her direct things in her own subtle way, perhaps without her even realizing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 06:02:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Sara's getting laid (and her <br>writer isn't having a breakdown over it:P)<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div>It hurt like a sonnovabitch. She'd couldn't hide it any more then she could deny it. That final thrust had her blurting his name in pained surprise through gritted teeth directly against his ear as the grasp about his neck tightened pulling her upward. The pain was fleeting, or upstaged by rising pleasure at the very least. Sara lowered, gradually settling back into passive relaxation. Her eyes where everywhere, taking in the strain and shift in Dom's working muscles that were all around her. Her sweeping gazes were interrupted only by the occasional whimper, where her eyes would dart to his and remain there until the hurt subsided. The revelation came upon her all at once - that there was a measure of responsiveness to his methods. She didn't want to test her luck, but it was near impossible to refrain from attempting to coax him into the occasional kiss with an arch of her neck, or invite him to graze his teeth against her chest with a slight arch of her spine and glimpse downward. <br><br>Just as she grappled with that reality she was struck with another, this one equally as improbable. She was having fun. The feeling was unfamiliar, having been kept far from her reach over the past two years. Laying back had lost its charm on this intrepid explorer. Sara wanted to participate. One leg hooked around Dom's back, followed by another. With minimal maneuvering she managed to link her ankles together, knotting herself into a most gratifying closeness. After a moment of savoring that sensation, a smirk that reached her eyes and betrayed the good time she'd begun to engage in overtook her lips. It carried with it a playful knowingness, and the faintest hint of a challenge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 06:17:34</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's Tent<br>Summary: Watching Noah and Giga<br>Tagged: Giga, Noah<br><br>Maria watched as Giga pulled away and moved to Noah again. She tilted her head to the side a bit as she watched the two men. Giga looked like he could crush Noah to death if he wanted to. So far though he had been so tender with them both, so very careful with the two smaller red heads. To be honest she had not expected something like this at all when Giga had claimed her. She had thought herself in for a hellish life at the hands of the large raider.<br><br>She was more happy for Noah than anything. The young man needed a night like this, she could feel it. The guy with the helmet from before, the way that Noah spoke of the other Raiders being worse made her think that just about everyone was rough with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 07:44:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Dom's still gettin' laid<br>And I took my meds, so i'm totally<br>chill about it now. :)<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>That smirk was definitely not something he'd expected. Well, well...Sara wants to play. Later on, he might think to himself how marvelously this was progressing along. Sara was repsonding with more enthusiasm and participation than he ever anticipated. At least this early. He was also enjoying this more than he expected himself. Lilly had been a willing sex partner before, but there was something twisted in Lilly. Oh she was a hot and wild fuck no doubt but there was something about her that was just broken. Or wrong. <br><br>Sara seemed to display a warmth and vibrance he'd never seen in a woman he was fucking before. she seemed to come to life in a way he had not seen in her since her arrival. Since he first saw her while helping Ricky scout their farm before the attack. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and moved to sit on his heels, while pulling her up with him so she sat straddling him now. <br><br>That hint of challenge in her eyes caused...for the breifest of moments...something dangerous to rise in his own gaze. Not anger or anything...but a feirce competitiveness that seemed to rise up in him in response to any challenge. A smile curled his lips, and his eyes brightened as the challenge was met and accepted. He gave her a breif teasing kiss and then leaned back, bracing himself on his arms and staring back at her as she sat there straddling him...impaled upon him. Returning her challenge and as he smirked and said "Alright Sara. Show me what you've got. " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 21:16:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Cumming, almost. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div>Sara's eyes widened and breath caught as suddenly the whole of her weight was driving the entirety of Dom's monster cock deep inside her. She remained still, palms splayed over his abs as she adjusted to the sensation of being held in place by the impossibly tight seal between them. Her thighs were just long enough to allow her knees to graze the covers. There would be no escape from her impalement without Dom's assistance. She caught a faint glimpse of herself in the dark in the wall mounted mirror. The figure lurking in her reflection was a foreign one of soft feminine curves, pale exposed flesh, and long loose raven hair. As curious as the sinuous lines of her arched form may have been, it did little to draw her attentions from the man sprawled beneath her. <br><br>She saw something self- satisfied in his recline, a certain smugness in his smirk. His cocky contentment irked her - or so she tried to convince herself. In reality it simply made her want to grind against him all the more, and she did. She moved slowly at first, shifting with every stroke until at last she stumbled upon an angle that caused her to double over and sink her fingers into his chest. She murmured a few breathless obscenities as her hips began to roll at a steadily increasing rhythm, being stroked in just the right way with every pass. Uncertainty as to whether of not she could process the pleasure while maintaining a firm hold on her sanity began to settle in, but her body was moving at it's own accord now, on it's on momentum.&nbsp; After a few minutes of unbridled riding, she she collapsed against his chest in a sweat-sliced mound of shaky limbs and tussled hair. Teeth and nails grazed his skin as she continued to buck toward a powerful impending release. <br><br>Fearful she'd be unable to keep her fevered pace, her hands sought out his and guided them toward the pink flesh of her backside. As she hovered on the brink of a body-seizing orgasm, she began to wonder if there was a proper etiquette or protocol when it came to the ebb and flow of fucking. At the very least she thought him entitled to a warning. "<strong>If we don't stop, I'll come.</strong>" She cautioned in a hurried, chocked whisper - teeth still at his chest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 21:30:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong> Tim<br><strong>Location</strong> His tent<br><strong>Summary</strong> Kicking things up a gear<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Korryn <br><br>Tim took in a sharp breath as Korryn began to work her mouth on him, he had no idea about her life but what ever her story was, she knew what she was doing when it came to a blow job! He could feel himself growing to full length in her mouth as she bobbed up and down on his dick.&nbsp; As this happened Tim's breathing took on a faster, harsher note and his eyes began to fill with a look of near primal desire. His hips slowly thrusting forward and back in time with Korryn's movements. <br><br>Tim let her continue with her task for several minutes as his desire grew and grew. Until finally his hand moved to the back of Korryn's neck. His fingers slowly wrapped around it as he used into gently pull the woman's head away from his groin. <strong>"On all fours"</strong> he told her as both if his hands now found their way to her hips, guiding her into just the position he wanted her. <br><br>As soon as she was as he wanted he quickly removed her bottoms with a single swift motion, leaving her backside fully exposed. Tim then moved behind her, his hands still on her hips as he positioned his cock at her entrance. Without a word of warning he gave a single firm thrust forward, driving himself fully into Korryn. The SMACK of his groin impacting with her ass fully audible in the tent. <br><br>He held himself deep inside her for a moment before beginning to rock back and forth inside her. In a short time he had established a firm quick pace, thrusting in and out of her. Each thrust just as hard and deep as the last. His hands firmly on her hips and guiding her to his pace. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 22:18:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Tim's tent</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Surprises, surprises. </strong> <br><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Tim.</strong></div>Her eyes stayed locked on his, fully taking in the animalistic desire that filled them while hers remained somewhat heavy with lust. At first, she expected the hand on the back of her neck to force her down, impaling her throat on the large appendage. Instead, he lifted her away, and she looked up at him, licking the slick mixture of saliva and precum from her lips as he ordered her on all fours. She gave a small nod, and lowered herself to all fours.<br><br>Her fingers curled into her palms some, feeling his callused hands find her hips, and soon tugging off the pathetic excuse for a thong from her body. If he had given himself even a second to take a look at her exposed sex, he would have seen that - whether or not she really wanted to - she'd become somewhat wet. Which was good news for her, because it seemed like he wasn't a man to take his time when he came to what he wanted.<br><br>Her lurked forward some at his sudden thrust, her eyes widening as her inner walls stretched to fit the intruder thrusting inside of her. "Ah!" She gasped softly, biting her bottom lip softly as she left her head lawl forward. She was by no means a virgin, but even so Tim was by far the largest man she'd ever experienced. She kept her breathing deep and steady, timing her movements with his so that was he thrusted forward, she was pressing back against him.<br><br>She doubted much would come of this; as far as her pleasure went. Normally these types of situations were about her. It was her job to make him happy, to bring him pleasure, even if it meant her comfort. Occasionally there would be a guy who would try to make the experience a little pleasant for her, but usually her nerves or lack of disinterest completely cancelled out any chance of feeling something pleasurable.<br><br>Then she felt a ripple go through her body, like a shock wave of electricity that made her moan aloud. It surprised her a little bit, causing her eyes to open and look at the ground beneath her. Her body arched into his, pressing back into his hips, trying to figure out just where that feeling came about. Another unexpected hiccup happened and she let out another moan, longer this time. "Holy shit..." She whispered out softly, though he'd probably be able to hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 22:50:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong> Tim<br><strong>Location</strong> His Tent<br><strong>Summary</strong> Enjoying Korryn's noises<br><strong>Tagged</strong> Korryn<br><br>Tim hadn't heard Korryn's whispered words, but he had heard her gasp for breath as he entered her as well as both moans that had escaped her lips as he began to fuck her. And he had very much enjoyed those noises. After a few more thrusts there was no mistaking it, some part of the girl was at least moderately enjoying the situation and her body was reacting accordingly. Confident that she'd be able to keep up with his pace Tim let go of her hips as he continued to pound in and out of Korryn. <br><br>His right hand slowly slipped around Korryn's hips and found her pubic mound, his fingers slowly traced their way along her skin until he found the spot he was looking for just above her pubic bone. Using his ring, middle, and forefinger Tim pushed firmly on this spot. Pressing his fingers into Korryn's skin and applying firm pressure to her. He knew from experience that this, in most women, helped to create pressure on their g-spot.<br><br>His left hand moved up her back and to her neck slowly wrapping his fingers around her throat as he continued to keep his fast firm pace of thrusting in and out of her. While he wasn't quite squeezing he was holding her throat firmly, something in him enjoying the power evident in being able to utterly do as he pleased with her. <br><br><br>After a few minutes of simply enjoying thrusting into her in this position Tim decided to change things up slightly. Moving as fluidly as possible he quickly closed his fingers tighter around Korryn's neck and give it a single squeeze he used it to guide her as he then leaned back and let himself rest on his haunches. Keeping himself inside her the entire time as she was now effectively on her knees and in a position to somewhat ride him. He then let go of her neck and firmly told her <strong>"Work your hips, ride me a bit"</strong> His hand moving from her neck to her left breast, squeezing it firmly through the flimsy material of her top. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jetblackmirror</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 23:24:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br><strong>Location: Tim's tent</strong> <br><strong>Summary: Really getting into it. </strong> <br><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Tim.</strong></div>Her body lurked again as his fingers found their way between her legs, nestling themselves between her folds as he fucked her. She gave a deeper, throatier moan, her fingers curling further into her palms. She seemed to neither notice, nor mind the hand on her throat. If anything, it only added to everything.<br><br>Her vision was quietly tunneling down into something more primal, forgetting about the fact that she may only be alive for a few more weeks, and completely letting herself become immersed in arousal, desire, and lust. And the need to survive didn't hurt, either. Her hips ground and pressed back into his pelvis, audible breaths leaving her lips each time he filled her completely. The minutes passed, and she was only slightly brought back to reality by his shifting, and bringing her upright.<br><br>She didn't need much instruction, all ready working her hips in slow circles as she settled down on his cock, enjoying the feel on his fingers on her more sensitive bits as well. She pressed her back close against his chest, the sensation of skin to skin contact making every feeling seem that much more vivid. Her eyes looked up at him from under thick lashes, her lips parted in the same "heavy-with-lust" manner of her eyes. It was then she decided to take something of a risk, leaned in some. Her lips found one half of his lower lip, her hips still rocking and rolling. Her tongue brushed against his lip before she used her teeth to lightly nip at it - not nearly enough to cause pain - before she let her head fall back into the curve of his neck.<br><br>She sped up her pace, back up to something that he had been doing before. She moaned again, her hands moving to grip his muscular thighs. She felt a tension building inside of her, and it urged her to grind herself against him harder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 00:52:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> And Boom <br>goes the Dynamite<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>He might have laughed, if his own heated and quickened breathing did not indicate he was rather close to climax himself. He fingers dug hard into her ass, and his hands were quite happy to help guide her through the feverish motions that her hips seemed to have taken to so naturally. Once he had a sense of how she wanted to move, it was a relatively simple matter to keep her moving that way. One hand scratched it's way up her bare back and pulled her hair to force her to look up into his face. Into his eyes. His lips hovered inches out of reach from her lips, but his tongue danced out to tease at them. Between heated breaths he spoke back to her "Yeah Sara...that's kind of the point."<br><br>He considered actually stopping. Torturing her. Tormenting her. Leaving her teetering on the razor's edge of climax. And he would do that. Just not tonight. He would do a great many things with her in the time to come, but tonight was her first time which accorded him a rare and powerful oppurtunity to make a resounding first impression on her. A chance to almost literally plant a little peice of himself inside her, and own her in a much more profound way than simply controlling her body. He locked eyes with her, his own eyes seeming to pass a silent command to hers not to close. To hold his gaze as long as she possibly could as she rode out the wave that was coming to crash into them both. The pressure was building inside him too. He could amost feel the white hot lava stirring inside him, preparing to shoot up the length of his shaft. <br><br>He waited until he saw that wave pass through her eyes, and let he let the wave pass through his own. A massive eruption ripping it's way up through him and shooting one hot jet of cum into her waiting womb after another. He flipped her over onto her back, and began to thrust hard and deep acting on an almost primal instinct now to plant his seed deep in her core. Even after the first few heavy bursts were spent, he continued to shoot a seemingly endless series of smaller jets into her. He had always produced a bit semen than most men, in terms of sheer volume. And if had been a few days since the last time he'd bothered to entertain himself with one of the slaves. The proof of that now overflowed out of Sara as he pressed a deep and ravishing kiss to her mouth, his hips continuing to thrust until every last drop he had to offer was deposited precisely where it belonged. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 02:42:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Sex-Having<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Maria<br><br>Giga continued to suck on Noah's cock. He could take the whole thing down to the base without difficulty, and he did so at a very rapid pace. His tongue whirled around the fleshy head of Noah's penis, licking at the sensitive flesh and most assuredly hitting the spots that were the most sensitive to stimulation. Guys knew what guys liked. Having a penis of your own made knowing parts to pay attention to while giving head a lot easier than pleasing a woman. And at the same time, Giga kept working his two thick fingers in and out of Noah's hole, penetrating the small male at a rapid pace. His fingers found Noah's prostate by feel, and the big man made sure to stimulate that special spot with his fingers while he was working Noah over. There was the hum oft he occasional groan as Giga sucked, adding that noise as stimulation to the red-head's blowjob experience. <br><br>For his part, he thrust his hips slightly and infrequently, but in the main he let Noah do most of the work when it came to his monstrous organ. Giga was not ready to climax just yet, and although Noah was very good at cock-sucking, Giga was much more adept at controlling himself. Although Giga had a deep magazine, he was not prepared to shoot off wildly and expend ammunition quickly. Later on, he would allow the pair of them to finish him with their mouths and anoint their faces with his seed, but not so early on in their union. His focus for now was to get Noah off, and it seemed like the ginger was fairly close.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 04:13:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Feeling good. <br>Trying to remain as such. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div>There was something about being made to look at him while at her most vulnerable that made her heart thunder in her chest. Her vast pupils darted between his&nbsp; - even as a primal groan rose up from her core and her features contorted in a pleasure unlike any she'd never known. Climaxes had come and gone by her own hands more times then she cared to imagine, but there were a mere distant memory of lackluster disappointment when held against the waves of pleasure that rocked her body over and over, causing the whole of her to seize in exquisite agony. Walls of muscle clenched against him, milking the seemingly never ending torrent of hot seed being pumped into her body. She was amazed at how much she wanted it, at how right it felt to have that burning warmth spreading inside her. Her arms coiled around the expanse of his back and her hips splayed open to better facilitate his deep penetration. <br><br>The slowing little thrusts of his hips were met with her own as she rolled to meet him. Her eyelids slid shut and open, growing heavy with the wave of euphoria washing over her, but always they opened to seek out his. An awareness of just how sore she had become began to settle in to her spent flesh, but the pain seemed a trivial, inconsequential nuisance when held against the profound peace that had claimed her. Contentment. There was another novel feeling. Even as she savored those rarest of pleasures, reality began to encroach on the heady fog of her bliss. Nothing good remained in the wastes. Any kind of happiness was fleeting - a promise of impending catastrophe - sure to be torn away and twisted into regret.&nbsp; <br><br>Sara fought against the encroaching forces of inevitable disappointment come to steal this pleasure from her, tucking her face into the crook of Dom's neck as if to seek refuge there. Her breath came slow and long against his throat as she savored the final moments of his weight pressing down against her. Her grasp remained loosely about his back, and her aching thighs lay listlessly against the bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DRoux</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 06:13:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/1Qbqn.jpg)<strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Ricky's campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Oh, fuck (literally and figuratively)<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ricky, Lilly<br></strong><hr></div><br>V brought her arms up to catch the shirt, before doubling over at the surprise strike to her midsection. She let out a quiet grunt of pain when her knees impacted the ground and another one when she landed fully in the dirt. In hindsight, perhaps deliberately pissing off a violent man may not have been her brightest move of all time.<br><br>She struggled and squirmed against him, trying to fight him off, and eventually failing. Knowing what was coming next, V closed her eyes and braced for it. The doc counted down repeatedly from ten, focusing only on the counting and not at all on the events going on around her. The painful slaps of his hips against hers weren't making it any easier, but V resolutely stared straight ahead without deviation. When she felt a warm splash on her back, she couldn't help uttering a snide remark; it seemed that the whole experience made her more likely to make dangerous comments.<br><br>"What, done already? That was quick," V told Ricky, pointedly ignoring his offer. And then it was Lilly's turn. <em>Oh, joy. Now I get to be the plaything of Miss Psycho Bitch over there. I'm so excited.</em> She didn't really have much choice in following along, considering the sharp and rusty object poking her in the side, but V allowed herself to be led to wherever it was she was supposed to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 06:51:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> I love it <br>when a plan cums together.<br>See? See what I did there?<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>He held her against him as she cluthed to him. He soothingly stroked the very hair he'd spent the last few hours using to yank her around as he saw fit. And he seemed to be in no great rush to leave the warmth of her body. Which was also a bit strange. Even the slaves who he drove to orgasm were usually either eager to be free or too dazed to notice whether or not he pulled out. He'd never had a woman who just held onto him like this. Was this one of those 'consentual sex with sane people' things? It had it's charms. <br><br>He wanted to relax, but did not want to pull out of her. He also knew his full weight might be a bit much for her. So he held on tight, and carefully rolled onto his back, bringing her over to rest on top of his, his chest and shoulder area becoming her pillow. One hand continued to stroke her hair, and the other rested on the small of her back. He felt their mingled fluids slowly trickling out of her and liked the slick warmth of it. He vaguely recalled having the intention of pulling out back before this began, but it didn't even occur to him when the moment arrived.<br><br>With a satisfied hum, he whispered "We'll have to be a bit more careful next time Sara. Don't want to get you pregnant just yet. " <br><br>Yup. She heard him right. He did not want to get her pregnant...<em>yet</em>. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 18:35:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Worrying about tomorrow<br>tomorrow. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div>Sara basked in the glory of Dom's gentle attentions as a crooked, sleepy smile formed against his chest. Her intellectual conscience had vacated the premises, and she fully embraced the idea that there was no conceivably better place then her present warm, ravaged position. And then,<br><br>BOOM. <br><br>There it was. The atom bomb dropped upon the cozy little oasis she'd discovered atop Dom's chest. The revelation swept across her, demolishing her little slice of Nirvana in a whirlwind inferno <em>just</em> as she had succumbed to the idea that for once, everything was going to be alright. Dom wanted her with child. His child. At some undisclosed point in the future. This was problematic in more ways then one, but she couldn't conjure the words to artfully articulate as to why. In fact, she was relatively certain she'd stumble over the pronunciation of her full name. And so she lay there in the quiet, resolving to broach the topic when she was more aware, and not seeping of his fluids - and what a wonderful, satisfying feeling that was. <br><br>When she finally did speak, she offered up admissions that would be long buried by morning, but that flowed effortlessly in the moment. "<strong>I liked it when you came inside me</strong>." She sighed against him, a hand lightly traveling down to rest against the hips that had bucked so reflexively against her. The soft curve of her cheek swept across his chest, her chin trailing the ridges of his pectoral muscles and she grinned dazedly, eyes closed, and arched to plant a brief kiss at his throat. "<strong>I liked all of it. When you where gentle, and when you were hard, and when you where both.</strong>" All of these confessions were punctuated with another kiss trailing down to the center of his chest, but the final had that added emphasis of a groan and slight roll of her hips.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 20:58:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> And a good day was had by all...except V. And Kriss. <br>And that kid on the roof. And that dude Ricky shot in the gut. And that <br>guy Dom knocked for a loop. And any raider who ain't gettin' laid now. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>Dom kissed her lightly with a smirk to all her comments about how much she'd enjoyed their evening. "Good. Hate to think I was losing my touch. "<br><br>That soft roll of her hips elicited a faint groan from his lips, and made his dig his fingers a bit more sharply into her ass. It also made the half-softed cock inside her a little bit less soft. "I see you have some techniques of your own. You sure this was a first for you? &nbsp;" His ttone seemed to be part compliment and part tease. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 21:58:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> A less then graceful<br>departure.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div>Sara nodded in sincerity despite the chiding in his tone. It was a first in most ways, and not in others. Lonely sweaty nights had provided ample opportunity for vigorous self pleasure. Sara was by no means a sexual savant, but a little solo practice and some unanticipated intuitive talent had seen her fare better then she could have possibly imagined over the course of the evening. The compliment, no matter how smug, still inspired a bit of a blush which only deepened as he began to swell inside her once more. <br><br>She began to slowly rock under the sharp pressure of the fingers buried behind her hips. Her eyes slid shut and for a moment she entertained the idea of being kept in Dom's bed until dawn. The day prior had seen a successful raid which usually spelled a day or two's reprieve from the road. He could fuck her until she was entirely spent and unable to negotiate the use of her legs. The thought locked her hips into a harder, deeper grind. Sara planted her arms under Dom's, nails digging into the mattress.<br><br>"<strong>I should go. I have to dig...</strong>" Her quiet, strained words trailed off as her thoughts hitched. "<strong>Dig wells before morning. Before it gets too hot.</strong>" She finished through a pleasured whimper. It was easier to offer him a cue to dismiss her then to be sent away - even if the uninterrupted sway of her body indicated she was anything but eager to stop. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 22:43:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Giving in<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria</div><br>Giga was good at giving head, Noah would admit that. He would even go as far as saying it was the best blowjob he had ever received in his life because it was. Something about how Giga just went in for the kill the way he did. Fingers all up in Noah's business and his mouth around Noah's other business. It was a recipe made to bring Noah's true sexual deviant to the surface as well as his cum up so he could release for the first time since he had been taken by the raiders. It was such a good combination Noah decided he should just give up trying to hold back and just let himself go.<br><br>It didn't take long for Noah to reach his point of climax once he stopped trying to reach that point. A pressure built up in his cock that ached for release and before he did he pulled his head off of Giga's cock a moan much louder than any noise Maria had made emitting from his mouth. <br><br>"I'm gonna-" Noah couldn't even get the last part out before he felt the first shot escape the slit in his member. The ginger continued to moan while shot after shot of hot seed spilled from him like a semen machine gun. After eight or nine large shots of creamy jizz was released, Noah stop seizing out of pleasure. A sweat broke out some over his body not like anyone could see in the darkness of the tent. Noah knew he should probably get back on blowing Giga, but there was something else he wanted to do before the rest of the sex happened. "I wanna taste," Noah stated in a seductive tone as he bit down on his kiss-swollen bottom lip. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 04:35:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Sex-Having<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Maria<br><br>If it were possible, Giga's lips curled up just a little in satisfied pride as Noah began to shoot. Giga did not really like the taste of semen, or particularly enjoy giving fellatio. If Noah were not as pretty as he was, Giga would not have felt any attraction to the male redhead. There was a definite masculinity to Noah, but the male's build had a lot less in common with the raiders. The slender lines of Noah's body appealed to Giga because they were not the muscled rises and planes typical of the raiders: the wastes and the fighting kept them all fighting fit; even Twitch was not slack-bellied (though he was hardly much like the other raiders in musculature). Giga did not swallow, not yet, but he kept Noah's piece firmly within his mouth and continued to suck hard on the fleshy length to draw out the euphoria of orgasm as long as was possible; Giga wanted to draw out the pleasure for the smaller man as long as was possible. The power of pleasure of another was intoxicating to Giga. Anyone could inflict pain. In this new world it was something else altogether to open one's hand and dispense something desirable. <br><br>Noah's seductive tone and statement mirrored Giga's intentions. He had it in mind to kiss the smaller man and share the ginger's semen with him. It was a peculiar coincidence. The raider sat up and pulled Noah to him. The raider's large, callused hand grasped Noah, wrapping around and behind the ginger's neck, pulling Noah in forcefully. Giga kissed Noah again, savagely, parting lips immediately and using his tongue to share the red-head's seed. The fleshy muscle conveyed the thick ejaculate into Noah's mouth, and the powerful hand held Noah immobile against Giga, chest to chest. The heavy pecs of Giga's massive muscled front pressed powerfully against the smoothness of Noah's creamy chest, the force of it as Giga rubbed up against the ginger forcing the piercings around. Giga's free hand went to one of Noah's nipples, tugging just so at it and stretching the flesh a little, before the giant stopped and rubbed at the hard little nub. <br><br>Before all of Noah's creamy goodness was shared Giga pulled away from the male, and then slowly moved on to Maria. He placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing her gently onto her back. The enormous raider parted her thighs, positioning himself between them. What he intended to do was obvious, with his spit-shined length jutting out from the mass of him like a tower of the Old World. Giga bent and kissed Maria, gently and soothingly but altogether desirously. There was still some of Noah's cum in Giga's mouth, and as he parted lips he allowed Maria to taste it, letting the stuff flow from his mouth to hers. It was a more gentle introduction to the taste of a male than to have a dick begin to ejaculate, and Giga had the luxury of being gentle, so he took it. Giga reached down with one hand, guiding the broad, flared head of his member to the pink folds hidden within the red hairs between Maria's thighs. Giga rubbed the huge head of his oversized endowment against the exterior of Maria's sex, rubbing all of her labia and clit with the spongy tip. Part of Giga wanted to abandon all pretense that he was anything other than a monster and fuck Maria to death with his titanic penis, and it was very hard to ignore that part of himself as blood thundered throughout his body and it was as if that was all he could hear. But control won out, and Giga positioned himself and pushed forward gently, using only enough force to work himself into Maria's tight, wet entrance. Not much went in, and Giga waited, allowing Maria some time to grow accustomed to his penetration before working more and more of himself into her. As more of his flesh sunk inside Maria's folds, Giga's breathing grew deeper, the sounds escaping his lips guttural and primal things, almost atavistic utterings that recalled when humankind lived in caves and had not yet exerted mastery over fire. <br><br>Still, only the head had gone into Maria, and it was an incredibly tight fit as Giga reamed her opening. But he was going to go slow for her. This was going to hurt. There was no escaping that, short of shooting her up with narcostabs, and that was not an option. First, the doctor was not liable to give them out, no doubt citing prudence in saving them for treating trauma - after all, who really wanted to get cut open so doc could dig the bullet out without the benefit of a narcostab? And Giga did not count - he was an aberration in refusing a narcostab despite the doc needing to remove nine bullets and twenty-three pieces of buckshot at one point. And for the other, it would not be the same. Any pleasure Maria would feel under the influence of the narcostab would be attributable to that, and not anything Giga did. And that would rob the raider of all satisfaction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 05:35:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Tease the bull? Get the horn!<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>"Mmmm..." He rolled his head back as the continued movements of her hips continued to stir new life into him. She kept that up and he might end up stirring new life into her a fair bit ahead of schedule. "And how long does this well-digging take again, hmm? " <br><br>The way his fingers were digging into her ass right now, she couldn't get up off him right now even if she genuinely wanted to and tried her absolute very best. He was rock hard again inside her, filling her all over again. But for the moment at least all the movement between them was coming entirely from her own hips. He seemed to content to let her grind herself for the time being. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 02:29:58</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's Tent<br>Summary:<br>Tagged: Noah, Giga<br><br>Maria watched as Giga pulled Noah in close and kissed the smaller man again, holding the small red head to his large chest. Really the two could not have been any more different. Seeing them side by side like that it was more apparent then ever, again that quiet panicing voice in the back of Maria's mind thought again on how easy it would be for Giga to kill either herself or Noah even both of them. She still felt a bit strange watching the two men, and when Giga turned to her she looked away quickly the blush returning to her cheeks. <br><br>That feeling of her stomach twisting into knots took over again as Giga laid her back down again. She lightly touched Giga's cheek as he kissed her, the taste of Noah still on his lips and tongue. For just one second her legs moved in, a reflex that went off without Maria even thinking, she halted the motion as quickly as it had started though, her legs still spread for the giant who had settles between them. She bit down on her lip as he pressed himself into her and closed her eyes. The hand on his cheek slid to the back of his neck and down to his back between his shoulder blades. <br><br>She gave a muffled squeak when Giga pressed into her, she knew it was not a whole lot but it was tight already. She knew that this was going to hurt, that was something that she was not going to be able to escape. She leaned in letting her forehead rest on his collar bone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 02:54:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Fuck it. Literally. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div>Sara's brow furrowed as she struggled to produce a single cohesive thought. Words, ones she'd formerly wielded with mastery, hovered on the tip of her tongue, teasingly just beyond reach. Throughout her frustration, her hips continued to roll as if of their own volition until finally she managed a highly distracted response. "<strong>There are... too many variables to say for sure. The lake bed could be... ripe with moisture, offer enough well-sites for weeks worth of digging. But my gathering supplies are... f-finite...</strong>" Her sporadic explanation was interrupted by a defeated groan as she succumbed to the reality she'd never get any work done ever again at this rate. Quite frankly, she couldn't bring herself to fret over it.&nbsp; Her hands planted either side of him in strained fists, and she found herself locked in the same relentless pursuit of relief as before: bucking and grinding, only now their mingled juices made the ride all the more slick. She glanced over the tussled mass of dirk hair clinging to her sweat glistening back at the mechanical cyclical motion of her haunches beofore returning her sights toward Dom.<br><br>There was a hint of concern in her eyes as she watched him through the dark curtain of her lashes - a wariness that this would be her new norm: basic and wholly incapable of taming her impulses. This was a mere drop in a bucket teeming with conflicting emotions, however, mingling with desire, lust, pleasure, pain, and a weary playfulness. The latter seemed set to extinguish as her cheek lowered to settle against his chest. She wasn't saddened or afraid to forfeit her competitive guise, but curious to see what lay beyond it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 05:14:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Totally fucked. Literally. <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>He smirked a bit, going over the clan's supplies in his head. Their water stocks were good. Food, not so much. Part of the reason Mika was thrown away so casually. One less mouth to feed. But they had enough water that keeping Sara stuffed full of cock and cum for the rest of the night wasn't going to hurt their supplies any. Indeed, it was feeling noticably better inside her with the all the slickness of their last coupling still fresh within her body. <br><br>"Mm...right. Ripe...moist....gotcha." he murmured, picking up on various key words, and resisting the urge to roll her over and start giving her a proper pounding. He was curious to see what kind of pace and rythm she would set for herself if left to her own devices. And besides, holding a conversation...such as it was...was far easier like this. "Very ripe. Very moist. Those are good things. "<br><br>His fingers lightly clawed a trail up her sides to her warm, firm breasts and engulfed each fully in one hand.The nipples potruded, pinched between his fingers, kneaded and tugged as he played with her chest. Forcing himself to think through the stirring pleasure, he said "Chances are...we'll be setting up here for a few days...before we move out. You can...Mmmm...you can dig wells tomorrow night. "<br><br>Unless another target presented itself soon, this did indeed seem a good place to spend a couple of days scouting the surrounding territory while harvesting extra water. Just ebcause they did not need it now didn't mean there wouldn't be more later. And unless one of the new slaves knew of a good place to hit and revealed it, then there would not be another target. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 08:59:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Sex-Having<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Maria<br><br>Giga's lips found Maria's neck, kissing the pale flesh with restrained, urgent desire. The back that Maria touched rose and fell rapidly, as Giga breathed quickly to fuel his massive frame. His skin was rather warm to the touch, and he exuded a great amount of heat into the small woman beneath him and into the tent's interior. Slowly Giga inched himself forward, taking every fraction of entrance into Maria as slowly as he could. With some fortune, the combination of Noah's saliva and Maria's own wetness would help to ease the penetration into the redhead's soft, small body. Because she was going to be penetrated. Depending on her reaction, Giga might lose interest and stop if she played dead fish or showed too much discomfort and displeasure, but that would not be quick in transpiring. Giga groaned into Maria's neck, lips and tongue working over the expanse of skin there with a delicate expertise. He was pressed up closely to her, pressing her breasts to his chest as he slowly worked himself into her sex. The throb of Giga's pulse hammered against Maria's inner walls, communicated by the thick, veined cock of the raider. Every heart beat sent a pulse through every vein and ridge outward into Maria's inner folds. Soon, more and more of her canal was touched by this deeply primal rhythm, the progress of which ultimately suffused all of the space within Maria's small, slender body. Giga managed to work himself as deeply into Maria's body as he could: the broad, spongy head of his dick hit Maria's cervix and Giga halted, knowing that he had reached the end of her. Though, this was not the end of him; more of his length rested without and would find no home in the tightness of Maria's warmth.<br><br>Giga rested there, emitting a noise that was almost a growl. He reared back up, resting in a position almost like kneeling but not quite; missionary between the two of them forced Giga into an uncomfortable position given the disparity in height. There were possibilities that offered him greater comfort, but they would mean crushing Maria with his weight and, as such, were discarded. He licked his lips and stared down at Maria, his eyes adjusted to the dim interior of the tent. She seemed so beautiful; her fair skin caught what little light there was and seemed to glow so wonderfully. The large raider wiggled his hips a little, allowing himself a small groan of pleasure at the tightness of her sex clenched so tightly about him. Giga reached a hand down between them, splaying it on her lower belly and then sliding it so that his thumb could find the young woman's clit, and he played with that to help, inasmuch as was possible, to cut the pain his impalement of her would cause with some pleasurable stimulation.<br><br>The raider turned his torso, and with the other hand gestured for Noah to come closer. "Kiss her or me." Giga said. Either was acceptable, but he was feeling good enough to offer Noah some measure of agency in his participation. Giga closed his eyes and lolled his head back slightly, taking a moment to enjoy the pleasure of Maria's body. It was, really, a good reason to be gentle: if he raped her to death, then he would not be able to enjoy this in the future. He needed control not just for her sake but to hold back when he would eventually climax; Giga was not especially interested in knocking Maria up. One Giga was more than enough - the world did not need a Giga Jr. running around, following his father into battle with a pair of carbines.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 09:48:07</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ricky<br><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Being a weird squeamish raider<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> V<br><br>Ricky ignored V's comment. It was true enough, after a fashion; Raping a woman usually seemed to result in a horrible feeling in his gut for the next day or so, and there weren't all that many willing women here. Lilly was just plain scary, or so he thought, with that freakish voice that his parents would have...<br><br>He stopped and stifffened right then. He never liked thinking about his old life. It was something he had given up the night he had torched that farm, and then sat down and cried even as the ashes were still warm.<br><br>"Don't be an idiot Ricky." He muttered to himself as he sat and leaned against his bike. "They'll fucking kill you if they think you're sentimental." Which wasn't exactly true. He could kill and pillage right up there with the best of them, which always left him ina a detached professional sort of state of mind.<br><br>Hands automatically found his AK and the small maintenance kit he had found. The parts were a bit fiddly but it worked. He suspected it had come from a smaller caliber weapon. He went through the now brainless chore of cleaning the gun, so it would always be ready for him to use when he needed it. That took some time. Then he took out his bullet sack and his clips, and a bit of cloth. He then polished and loaded all five of the banana clips with thirty of the big 7.62 bullets. Just across the campground, he could hear Lilly's creepy, high pitched cackle. Tucker or Chris was probably busy fucking that doctor right now. Maybe both of them were going at it. He didn't know, and only a small part of him actually cared.<br><br>He ignored that small part, an automatic reflex, since it was usually the part that reminded him of what his mother would think of him if she were still alive and he walked into his parents house tomorrow. Instead, he fished around for something to eat, and sat, leaning against his bike, while he waited until the groups had gotten quiet, before finally falling asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 18:21:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Who to kiss?<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria</div><br>Noah loved kissing Giga. Before the kissing was gentle, this time it was not and Noah adored that especially since now his inner sexual deviant was begging to come out. The taste of his own cum in his mouth oddly turned him on. He had never tasted his own seed but it actually didn't taste bad at all. Pair the kissing with Giga's large chest against his small one, Noah was getting a little bit impatient to have Giga's godzilla dick inside of him. The redhead whimpered when Giga pulled away from their kiss then whimpered again when he pulled on one of his pierced nipples. They were by far one of the most sensitive parts of his body. <br><br>The broken hero watched as Giga moved from him to Maria, cock his head to the side while teasing his own nipple. This was all new to him. He was always willing to have sex with women after he got captured if it meant that he would live longer. But there were some girls he definitely would not have sex with. Sara was like his sister so it would be awkward. He would do Lilly in a heartbeat though. Still, Noah watched as Giga started pressing into Maria's lady cave. His eyebrow quirked and his stomach made a flipping motion that kind of made him want to run out of the tent and vomit profusely. Vagina's were not his forte and that was why. Noah watched anyways, curious as to how much of Giga's monster the tiny girl could fit inside of her. It took a while for Giga to stop and Noah realized that he couldn't fit any more of his cock inside of her. Noah smirked and giggled internally. He was now going to play a game with himself of 'who can fit more of Giga's dick inside of them?' Of course there would be no prizes besides an aching orifice, but that he could deal with and still be proud of himself for taking such a large member. <br><br>Like a good little ginger, Noah came to Giga when he motioned for him to. The decision he was given was easy, but hard all at the same time. He really wanted to kiss Giga again, but would he be smothering the large man or trying to hard if he did? And sure he would get no sexual pleasure whatsoever out of kissing Maria, but he thought it would make Giga happy to see the two gingers getting along so great especially since his dick was in one of them. Hoping it would make the large male happy, Noah moved to kiss Maria, first gently rubbing his nose against her cheek, then brushing some hair behind her ear before he lowered his face to hers and let his lips gently touch hers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 21:48:44</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga' tent<br>Summary:<br>Tagged: Noah, Giga<br><br>Much like the rest of him Giga's breath was hot on her skin. Her own breath was likely hot on his neck, the soft gaps she gave as he worked his way into her made her shudder. She lightly slid her hand down his back feeling the muscle and scars. She was trying to keep her mind occupied with any thoughts other then the fact that Giga's large member was filling her. She knew that tensing up would only make things worse after all, she had to try to stay somewhat relaxed. She gave a soft gasp, he finally stopped pushing into her and looked down to gaze between them and saw that he had stopped likely because no more would fit.&nbsp; That itself was enough to surprise her, she had likely paniced more then she had needed, it hurt of course but was not as bad as she had expected.<br><br>She looked up to him as he growled and moved she had rather liked his closeness, the feeling of his large strong chest against her. She stared right back at him as he looked down to her. Her eyes were a bit watery but even then she gave him a small smile. She reached up and ran one hand down his chest as his own moved down her stomach to her clit.&nbsp; Her own hand moved lower on his body as well, her soft hand wrapped around what was left of his member that he had not been able to fit in her. She bit down on her lip as the rough pad of his thumb rubbed her sensitive little bud.<br><br>She turned her head to look at Noah as he came at Giga's call. She blushed slightly as Noah's nose brushed her and he kissed her. She had expected him to kiss Giga. She raised her free hand to rest on the back of Noah's neck and returned the kiss, much like when she&nbsp; had kissed Giga it was a soft tender kiss. As she kissed Noah she started to rotate the hand that was wrapped around Giga's member.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 04:28:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Giga is the vanguard of your orgasms<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Maria<br><br>Noah's decision to kiss Maria did indeed make Giga happy. Either decision would have been pleasing to the gigantic raider. It was his turn to watch them kiss, a voyeuristic impulse that he indulged without ignoring what he was doing to Maria's clit. He was not unduly forceful with that sensitive little piece of flesh, wanting her to feel some pleasure and not complete pain. While Noah was positioned to kiss Maria, it was a good position for Giga to get his fingers back into Noah's ass. Giga spat on them again, and then worked them back in. He pumped in and out of Noah slowly at first, but his penetrations worked their pace to a more rapid rhythm quickly. A third finger soon worked itself into Noah's backside, working to stretch that little pink hole out for something altogether longer and thicker than Giga's fingers went. The large, callused palm of Giga's big hand cupped a cheek of Noah's slender little butt, squeezing the softness of the redheaded male's backside and what muscle was beneath the pleasant curve of the ginger's ass. Before the night was out it would be more than just his hand that got into contact with those cheeks.<br><br>While the pair were gently kissing, Giga slowly pulled his hips backwards, withdrawing his filling organ from within Maria. The muscles of his abdomen rippled under his tanned, scarred hide as he did so, the workings of his body laid bare though somewhat obscured by the dim lighting of the tent's interior. It was nice having Maria's small hand working the inches that would find no refuge within the little woman's body. Giga was compelled to issue a long, low groan of masculine pleasure at what Maria was doing to him. No doubt putting both of Maria's soft, small hands to work giving handjobs lay in the woman's future. When just the flared crown of Giga's tip rested within Maria, Giga reversed his momentum and slowly worked his way back into Maria's sex, penetrating her slowly on their first coupling. His chest rose fairly quickly as passion sent pleasure through the man's nerves. Chemical reactions in his brain compelled pleasurable sensations in the big raider as he fucked Maria in slow, steady strokes whose pace was consistent and measured. He sheathed as much of himself in Maria upon each stroke, the monstrous member parting her lower lips and touching every place within her; touching deepest parts that had never been reached by the young man who had claimed Maria's virginity. After about a dozen or so strokes that seemed agonizingly slow, Giga began to ever so gradually work towards a swifter rhythm, increasing his pace only when it seemed Maria grew more accustomed to having him inside her. The thumb continued to rub at her clit, stimulating her there as best as Giga was able.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 05:06:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Asking for trouble <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr></div><br>Hearing her words through the filter of his selective hearing was enough to inspire a ghost of her former smirk, but it was becoming further obvious that her recently bright playfulness had subsided for the time being. There was a naked sensuousness in her eyes as she continued at a steady measured pace, occasionally lowering her head to graze her lips against his throat and chest, the curtain if her hair sweeping across the hard expanse of his pectorals in doing so. There was a care that bordered adoration in her gentle roaming embraces, but every so often, when mingled pain and pleasure breached the unbearable, her teeth would graze against him in a groan, and curled fingers would sink into his shoulders.<br><br>The trail of his fingers along her sensitive sides triggered a series of powerful shudders and sharp breaths.&nbsp; Her rocking slowed to a near stop when he sized her chest, kneading her into a calm, passive state. Sara's back straightened slightly as she angled herself to get a better view of him as he played with her now aching nipples. She nodded through a foggy, hooded gaze at his rationalization in postponing her work. Quite frankly, he could have told her she needed to stay in the bus lest she be devoured by mutant scorpions, and she would have gladly lingered. <br><br>"<strong>I didn't know - I didn't think...</strong>" Her hushed phrase was interrupted by a now familiar twinge of pleasure, dark and deep, sent rippling through her by a tug at her chest. "<strong>There would be more.</strong>" She admitted. Her confession was vague, but she had meant to express her surprise in having him fully hard once again. Maybe she'd just seen Chris and Matt use and toss aside Noah one too many times (really, once was too many), but she was prone to the impression that once a man came, thus ended the sex. <br><br>She couldn't quite pin down a reason as to why, but suddenly in that moment providing Dom with pleasure felt as important as it did necessary. Her fingers slid along the ridges of his collarbone, coiled around his shoulders and arms, returned his chest, and cut a slow course down his abdomen in a search for responsive flesh. When at last her hands came upon where their bodies met, she drew a deep breath. <br><br>"<strong>Would you pin me?</strong>" She asked in a low whisper, too weary to be embarrassed by the request. "<strong>I like the feeling of your weight over mine.</strong>" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 20:00:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Being asked for.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>"Guess you just bring it out of me huh? " He smirked up at her, giving her nipples another pinching tug. The gentle and caring way she touched and explored him once more elicited a strange and unusual array of thoughts and impulses. It was sort of nice. Sort of weird too, but sort of nice. This definitely had it's charms. <br><br>Her request made him slowly sit up, and look her in her eyes. One arm snaked around her waist to secure her as he once more rolled her into position on her back and stared down at her. "Insatiable little thing aren't you? " He rewarded her bold request with a rolling grind of his hips, and let enough his weight press down on her to leave her no doubt that she wasn't getting out from under him unless he chose to let her out from under him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 22:59:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Kissing Maria<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria</div><br>Once Noah's lips connected with Maria's he let his mind clear because it was starting to fog up again after Giga moved from him onto the girl. The act of sixty-nining somehow was therapeutic to the voices that had emerged in his head ever since he shot Mika earlier. Maybe in order to keep them out he was either going to have to meditate constantly or have sex constantly. Both would be a hard thing to pull off, but the latter would be quite a bit of fun. Especially if it was with Giga. <br><br>Not long after he had started kissing Maria, the fog cleared up and Giga's fingers found their way inside of him again. Accidentally Noah bit down a little too roughly on the girl's bottom lip. Feeling bad instantly he apologized and licked the spot where he bit, gently placing a kiss on it afterwards. Thankfully there was no blood otherwise he might have done something a little different. One voice in his head demanded blood constantly. <em>Blood, and lots of it.</em> The shrill voice whispered, drowning out even the sounds of Giga's grunting. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 02:19:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> imitation - the highest<br>form of flattery.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr>"<strong>Oh yes.</strong>" She blurted in response to what she could only hope was the first thrust of many. Her timing was such that it nearly sounded as if she were affirming her status as an 'insatiable little thing'. Not that she would dispute the title. She was inarguably small, and her long neglected appetite for touch in her bucking hips was hardly subtle. <em>Thing</em> sparked some semantic resistance. Dom likely hadn't used it as a means of dehumanizing her. It may have even been a term of endearment, but it set her mind to wander, even as she riggled for relief beneath him. Was she a thing? The concept of slavery struck Sara as pure absurdity. By Dom's law and his might makes right logic, he could declare her a waste basket if he felt so inclined and it would be so. <br><br>The pressure of his weight bearing down on her pubic bone tore her from that line of thought. One of her hands clasped about his wrist, bit it was reflexive not resistance. Sara realized after the fact that she was bracing herself for impact. She tried to resist returning Dom's smirk, but it was becoming increasingly difficult not to enjoy his company - ravaging aside. In an attempt to quell her rising anxiety, she reclined back onto her elbows in a casual mimicry of the posture Dom had held beneath her. "<strong>Alright.</strong>" She whispered, pausing for a labored breath. "<strong>Let's see what you've got.</strong>" Finally a lopsided smirk broke through her defenses. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 08:50:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Showin' Sara what he's got.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br>He arched a brow at her, a bit surprised to get such a challenge from her. With a deivilishly sexy grin he gave her a faint nod. "Alright Sara. Just remember...you asked for it. &nbsp;"<br><br>With excruciating slowness he drew his hips back, dragging inch after inch of cock out of her until&nbsp; only the head remained. Then quite abruptly he slammed his full length back into into. It was fortunate she was so well lubricated by their mingled fluids or that could have easily been a very unpleasant experience. He gave her a few moments to register the impact before he began to once again slowly draw back. Was he pulling back even slower this time? Or did knowing what was coming when he was done drawing back the bowstring make the experience seem all the more ominous. Again a hard and powerful thrust drove him back into her core, and after that there was nothing slow or gentle about what followed. Just a series of hard, powerful, lustful thrusts as he pleasured himself within her body. <br><br>He did check once, after the first few real thrusts to see if she spoke truly when she indicated earlier that she enjoyed his rougher attentions as much as his gentler attention. He might ease up a bit if she seemed really incapable of maintaining this kind of pace. Unable to endure such powerful thrusts. But somehow he suspected Sara could not only endure, but perhaps even thrive upon such power. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 00:51:07</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's Tent<br>Summary: Kissing Noah, having the sex with Giga<br>Tagged: Giga, Noah<br><br>Maira gave a small gasp when Noah bit her lip. She gave a small nod, "Its alright." She murmered into his lips at his apology. Her free hand slid to his face cupping his cheek as she kissed the young red headed man once again. She saw that Giga's hand was on Noah's bottom again, though her view was blocked beyond that it was not difficult to guess what he was doing.<br><br>She felt Giga pulling out of her and heard him groan. That groan sent a chill down her spine. She was glad that he pleased with what had happened so far. Keeping the large man happy seemed like it would be a very good idea. She gave a slight groan into Noah's lips as Giga filled her again, just as slowly as before. His pace was slow to pick up, she was thankful for that though, he gave her all the time she needed to get use to his size. The fact that his thumb never stopped rubbing her clit made ther getting use to it even easier.<br><br>As his pace picked up she gave Noah's shoulder a squeeze and moaned into his lips, the hand on Giga's member giving avery gentle quick squeeze as she closed her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 00:44:21</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Sexualisimo<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Maria<br><br>Giga's thrusts eventually reached a peak. He was not thrusting as fast or hard as he could, but it was a good pace. Every thrust took Giga almost out of Maria, only for his flesh to rapidly penetrate to her limit again. Over and over Giga's throbbing phallus worked its way in and out of the red-headed woman's sex, stretching her wide at every stroke. All the while, Giga kept fingering Noah's butt, working the male's hole hard and fast. The large raider was easily able to keep up the pace with his muscular frame - he showed no sign of breaking a sweat as minutes passed without any flagging in his rhythmic thrusts. Very rarely he would grunt, but the rhythmic sound of his deep breathing dominated the noises that he made. The thumb at Maria's clit kept up with his thrusts, working that small bud to bring the young woman as much pleasure as possible. After about sixteen minutes of this, Giga pulled out from Maria without climaxing, and pulled Noah on top of Maria.<br><br>Giga withdrew his fingers from Noah's ass. That hand relocated to the ginger's hip, and the other went to the base of his own penis. The thick flared head of Giga's head pressed at Noah's asshole, and Giga pressed hard enough to make it past that tight ring of muscle to gain entrance into Noah's rear. He was not necessarily extremely rough, but Noah's ass was still so tight that Giga could not be gentle and get his monster cock inside. But he gave Noah time to adjust, sitting there and waiting for Noah's body to adjust to having a thick slab of man-meat spreading him open. In due course, Giga inched himself in, working the throbbing length as far up Noah's backside as the thin male could accommodate. As soon as he reached Noah's limit, Giga paused again, allowing more time for the redhead to adjust to being sodomized with something that eclipsed what the other raiders had used on Noah in the past by orders of magnitude. And then slowly Giga pulled his hips back, muscles of his abdomen rippling as he did, only to slam his cock back home again. The pace he took with Noah started slightly faster than the one he took with Maria, but that was because by this point Giga was slightly more worked up, and Noah was a lot more used to taking the dick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 20:50:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah/Adrian</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> The new Noah<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria</div><br>The sudden tug of his body on top of Maria's was somewhat surprising. While he was fucking Maria she just lay there on her back, so that's how Noah thought it was going to happen. It was extremely awkward to feel Giga penetrating him while he was on top of Maria, but the mixture of pain and pleasure drowned out the awkward feeling and he closed his eyes, willing himself not to cry out in pain as more of Giga's godzilla dick slowly slid inside of him. The time he was given to adjust probably wasn't nearly as much as what he needed, but he wasn't the one in control, Giga was. Noah hadn't been in control of his own fate for a long time. He had no control in whether or not he had sex with Matt and Chris. Whether or not he could have killed himself instead of Mika. Noah didn't have control. All of the events he couldn't have changed swirled in his head like a pissed off hurricane, bringing in a sharp pain that started at his forehead then went all the way down his spine. It all went black after that. <br><br><div align="center">*****</div><br>He raised his head. The familiar feeling of a man's cock being pulled out of him then pushing back in bringing him out of his slumber. A redheaded girl lay beneath him. She was beautiful in her own way, but to him she was only a pretty obstacle in his path to getting what he wanted. What he wanted he really wasn't sure of since he had just now pulled himself together, but in due time he would find out. Right now though, all he wanted to do was please the man fucking him and the girl beneath him. He did not know their names, but after a few moments of searching his mind through the pure bliss of pleasure, he realized that they were Giga and Maria. Right now they were probably the two people closest to Noah. He wanted to know where Sara was. Another wave of pleasure brought on by Giga thrusting back into him washed that thought away. As long as he was involved in the sex, Sara could wait. <br><br>The redheaded girl underneath him looked positively scrumptious. He really wanted to taste her. All of her. Her skin, her blood, her lady juices. And that's exactly what he planned to do. Leaning down the redheaded male pressed his lips to Maria's again, but this time much more aggressively, grunting every time Giga thrust into his tight hole. Immediately he gained access into her mouth, his tongue coiling with hers like the mating ritual of two cobras. While he kissed her, his right hand moved closer to her lady bits, completely avoiding her clitoris and going straight inside of her with two fingers that searched around for less than a minute before he pulled them out and stopped kissing the other redhead. What happened next might have shocked the other two, but he found the need to taste her too great to bear, so he slipped his two fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of Maria's sex on his tongue while he lapped his fingers clean with a greedy tongue. <br><br>"Mmmm, tasty," Adrian moaned as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 07:29:54</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's Tent<br>Summary: Seeing a new Noah<br>Tagged: Giga, Noah<br><br>Maria's had was tightly gripping the sleeping bag under the trio. The sound of Maria's soft panting was drowned out by the loud rhythmic breathing of Giga. His occasional groans made Maria wonder just how much longer Giga was going to keep going. As his pounding of her continued it seemed like it was not going to stop any time soon.&nbsp; The continued attention to her clit had Maria moaning under the large man.&nbsp; She bit down on her lips softly and groaned as Giga pulled out.<br><br><br>It seemed to be forever until had Giga pulled out of her. She took a moment to catch her breath as he moved from her to Noah. She looked a bit surprised as Noah was moved on top of her. She offered the man a soft smile and ran her fingers through his hair trying to sooth him a bit. She dealt with his weight easily, he had to weigh a bit less than she did. She was sure his eating less then she had in the time he had been with the raiders.<br><br>She gave Noah a smile giving him a squeeze when she noticed that Giga was starting to push into Noah. She felt a pang of worry as Noah's head drooped. She gripped his shoulders. She smiled slightly as Noah looked back up and she touched his cheek. His lips touched her's again in a far deeper kiss this time. His tongue twisted with her's as they kissed. She gave a slight groan as his fingers slid into her. She blushed when he held them in front of her face and slid them into his mouth. She knew all that he tasted was her, Giga with that being planned on his part she was sure had not cum in her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>29-09-2012, 04:52:21</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Crazy Makes Boner Cry<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Maria<br><br>Nostrils flared as Giga breathed deeply. The interior of the tent smelled heavily by now of sexual intercourse, but he inhaled to fuel his body's efforts rather than any particular desire to savour the aroma of their three bodies. The consistent pace of Giga's dick working its way in and out of Noah's ass did not falter or flag, working in and out of the tight, stretched hole between Noah's lower cheeks. The sound of flesh meeting lfesh competed in volume with Giga's heavy breathing and sporadic grunts, the heavy throbbing of his organ hammering against the inner walls of the ginger's backside. Giga was large enough to let Noah get a good feel of every ridge and vein along his&nbsp; mammoth length, reaching places inside the little man that Chris and Matt could never reach with their equipment. Giga's heavy ballsac slapped into Noah's on the terminus of his thrusts, just as surely as his hips smacked into Noah's rear.<br><br>The raider bent himself over along Noah's body, his muscular front against the milky softness of Noah's back. The disparity in their sizes made it as if Giga was draping himself over Noah like an oversized coat or blanket made out of muscle and blood and bone. Giga's lips found Noah's neck, and he kissed the expanse of white flesh there, breaking up the simple contact of lips and tongue with the odd sensation of hard teeth with light bites that left no mark but a tingling impression. The man's lips eventually found Noah's ear, and nibbled lightly on that flesh. <strong>"Prepare her ass. I want you to sodomize her."</strong> The raider said in his low, rolling voice whose depth was unparalleled amongst the raiders. It would be easier on Maria if Noah went first on her there, rather than having Giga claim that virgin territory. And hot. At least for Giga. He would enjoy having Noah be in the middle, fucking as he got fucked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>29-09-2012, 23:43:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah/Adrian</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Prepping Maria's ass and more<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria</div><br>"Yes sir," Adrian purred seductively. Almost immediately he forced the redhead beneath him to turn over so that he could prep her ass for his member. He was average, but she was a virgin so any penetration was going to need some help beforehand. Adrian put the same two fingers he used to finger Maria earlier into his mouth again to lube them up. Once properly slicked up he used his fingers to gently trail down her crack, finding where her hole was. Adrian would have been rough with her, but he didn't want to upset Giga then get knocked out or killed. If it were any other situation he wouldn't have even prepped her, he would have just lubed up his dick and went in. This was different though. <br><br>The tip of his middle finger slipped in her slowly and he used that finger on its own for a little bit, working it around inside of her to loosen her hole which had not been used. It was tight around his finger for a while and he desperately tried to hold himself back from burying himself in her all the way. It was hard to concentrate and Adrian struggled to keep himself composed especially as he slipped another finger into her. Now his index and middle finger penetrated Maria, going with the same rhythm that Giga was going as he fucked into Adrian's tight ass. A couple minutes into fingering Maria's anus, Adrian felt like she was ready. Using copious amounts of his own saliva, Adrian lubed up his cock and Maria's ass, then gently slipped into her head first. He then let her adjust once again as he slipped into her completely, running a finger down her spine, following it with a kiss to her mid back.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 04:08:48</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's tent<br>Summary: Bottom of the pile.<br>Tagged: Giga, Noah.<br><br>Maria semed a bit shocked at Giga's newest order for Noah. She felt her heart skip a beat as Noah turned her onto her stomache. She closed her eyes as Noah's hand trailed lower on her. She bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes as he slid a finger inside of her. She was glad that it was Noah though to do this rather than Giga. She gave a small gasp when he slid another finger into her. She wanted to thank him for his gentle treatment of her. She could not really find any words though as he slid his member into her.<br><br>She gave a slight shudder as he kissed her back. She turned her head letting her hair fall off to the side of her face. She reached a hand back and felt Noah's she gave it a squeeze hoping he was alright and that Giga was not too much for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 05:50:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Being sexed<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br><hr>An entirely different creature lurked beneath Dom when he did finally look down into the hooded gaze of the girl pinned beneath him. She was animal - dark eyed, speechless, and wholly at the mercy of natural impulse. The remnants of her critical mind had sunk into a slumber, and only a visceral sensory engagement with the now remained: the scent of their mingled arousal, the feel of the twisted sheets and his firm, burning flesh, the slapping of skin and creak of the bed. That ever calculating whirr behind her eyes, the one that lived half rooted in the future, had stilled. This wasn't to say she'd transformed into a sexual tigress, capable of matching Dom at his own powerful pace. On the contrary, she'd settled into her role as the passive recipient of his self-pleasuring. <br><br>Even through the omnipresent pain, there was pleasure rising within her exponentially. Somewhere between his excruciatingly slow introductory thrusts and his feverish rhythm, Sara had realized Dom was using her toward his own satisfaction. For reasons unknown, this excited her. What's more, it felt good. With every rough round driving inside her, a yelp escaped her swollen lips. She looked up to see him returning&nbsp; her gaze. She managed a series slurred and broken pleas asking him not to stop. Her head tilted to the side, bringing her head to rest against his arm. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 07:16:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Gittin' 'er done.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br><hr></div><br><br>This was a bit more like what he was accustomed to. And as much as he'd enjoyed that unique experience he'd just shared with Sara...warm, consensual, mutually attentive and all that...he found himself pleased to see that he could just plain use her and she'd respond well to that too. He hooked her legs with his arms, and pushed her knees up to her shoulders, giving her flexibility a proper test. <br><br>Soon the only sound louder than his harsh, guttural grunts of pleasure was the sound of flesh slapping flesh. His balls smacking her ass with every thrust, creating the most exquisitely vulgar symphony. Somewhere in the back of his mind he became aware that despite what he'd said earlier, he was going to flood her womb once again with his vibrant and virile seed. Because that's exactly the way it should be. He released her legs, and with little warning abruptly pulled out of her. <br><br>With just as little warning he flipped her over onto her belly. He manhandled her into position, pulling her ass up into the air, leaving her face on the sweat-dampened sheets. He thrust once more into her warm, waiting cunt and resumed the business of fucking her brains out. Almost literally judging from the loss of anything resembling her previous thoughtfulness from her eyes. His fingers dug harshly into her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust. If she brought herself to raise her head and look up she was now facing the mirror and could see exactly what she looked like when getting fucked from behind by Dom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 04:44:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Giga<br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> 5 O'Clock<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Noah, Maria<br><br>Giga was giving it to Noah fairly hard. Not as hard as Giga could, of course - there was no way that anyone Giga would want to fuck could stand up to that level of wanton fornication. It added a nice edge to what he was doing as he could never relinquish control entirely. The vigorous thrusts that worked inch after girthsome inch into Noah's backside was more than sufficient, however, to provide ample sensation. It&nbsp; was probably a good thing that Noah came well-used, because if he were inexperienced this would likely not be anything approaching pleasant for the red-headed male. Giga's hands traveled up Noah's sides, the rough hands making short work of the supple flesh, and continued around to Noah's font, finding the ginger's stiff, pierced nipples. The large raider tweaked at them, rubbed them hard, and even gave the piercing slight tugs. Giga's lips played at Noah's neck, and as the pressure built, became more and more insistent.<br><br>Giga gave about half a dozen especially hard, rough thrusts into Noah's backside, and on the last buried himself in to the hilt. He bit the flesh of Noah's neck with some force, though not enough to draw blood. There came several thick spurts of hot white semen within Noah, packing the ginger's tight hole with the product of Giga's orgasm. Just like that rest of him, it was in copious amounts. And even as Giga pulled himself free, there came a final pair of shots, plastering Noah's thin ass with thick ropes of ejaculate. The raider rested back in a kneeling position, still breathing heavily. He watched with hooded eyes as Noah fucked Maria in the ass, enjoying the show.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 02:17:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah/Adrian</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Giving the big guy a show<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria</div><br>Adrian tried his hardest to match his thrusts into Maria with the thrusting of Giga's hips into him. It was quite difficult especially since he was used to being on bottom. He actually never fucked anything else besides his hand while someone was fucking him. Noah and Adrian were both bottoms through and through, the only difference between the two of them was that Adrian was bisexual, but still much more attracted to males. The only reason why he was fucking Maria was because Giga told him to do so. Her taste was mediocre at best to him and she seemed to be a sweetheart. Adrian hated sweethearts. However she was tight around him and it felt good to thrust into something while Giga was thrusting into him, sending copious amounts of pleasure throughout his body. <br><br>Adrian could tell when Giga was about to shoot and he stopped thrusting into Maria for that period of time and concentrated on not falling on top of the girl. The final six slams into his body were probably the roughest Adrian's body had ever experienced. He smiled as he felt Giga's teeth on the back of his neck as well as the pulsating of Giga's cock dumping cum inside of his body. Now that the large man was finished and had pulled out of him, Adrian started to work his hips, pulling out and pushing back into Maria as fast as his body would let him. This was an awkward position for him to be in and he would rather have it be over as quickly as possible. Instead of thinking about fucking a woman, Adrian imagined that Giga was still inside of him and Maria was no longer there. He smiled as the imagination of having Giga all to himself brought up an orgasm that ripped through his whole body as he spilled shot after shot into Maria's anal cavity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sweets</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 04:46:55</strong>
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				Maria<br>Location: Giga's Tent<br>Summary:<br>Tagged: Noah, Giga<br><br>Maria was also in a situation that was compleatly new to her. She kept her eye closed as Noah thrust into her. She was quiet for the most part, her breathing quiet compared to Giga's. She did not know why Noah paued, did not know that Giga was cumming. She could tell when the large man moved away though. She could tell even in the dim light that his shadow was in a different spot. <br><br>Noah started up again, quicker this time it seemed. It was not long after that that she felt Noah spill his seed in her.&nbsp; She took a few deep breaths and looked over to where Giga waited watching them. She bit down on her lip and waited for Noah to move off of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Coyotes: A game of Post-Apocalyptic Raiders and Captives (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vael the Destroyer</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 04:59:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br><br><strong>Noah/Adrian</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Removing<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Giga, Maria</div><br>It took Adrian a few moments to realize that he was still inside and on top of Maria. Instantly he pulled out of her and slumped over onto his side, finally feeling the hurt his body was in from exertion and having such a large penis inside of him. Still, he didn't want to stay still. He wanted to get up and go outside, breathe in the nights fresh air and get used to being in control of his body. Sooner or later Noah was going to come back and he would be stuffed back down. <br><br>Pulling himself up, Adrian carefully shuffled over to where his clothes were located and pulled on his pants. He didn't even bother to pull on his shirt before he angled his body out into the night air. With each step he took out into the camp a sharp pain tore through him. Adrian was strong though and didn't cry or whimper. Instead he went out further away from the camp so he could smoke a cigarette he stole from one of the Coyotes while they weren't looking. Well, Noah stole and he was going to smoke it. As he used his last match to light the cigarette Adrian realized how willing he was to trade a little pleasure for a lot of pain. 
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