Water's Edge
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				Title: <strong>Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 03:33:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Society has collapsed. Global warming has gotten the best of the polar ice caps and the melting ice has released a savage disease.&nbsp; It rots the body, the victim's flesh seems to melt off as the pain destroys the mind. Soon all that's left is a mindless, aggressive half rotten beast.<br><br>Necrotic Hydrophobia. That's what the experts call it. Not that helps very much......<br><br>The only good news is that if your immune then it can't be transferred to you. Even if the beasts bite you, however due to the high levels of bacteria in the infested's mouth, a bite is almost a death sentence as well. The bad news is...only 10% of the human population is immune....and few animals are, leaving a very limited source of meat. <br><br>Now, the world only has the immune and the infected. It's a race for survival. A race to find a safe place, a place free of infection.<br><br>Months ago the radios and TV's went silent. The last of the governments have collapsed. You are on your own, waiting to die. After all, who can survive in a world that's slowly drowning with no life boat in sight?&nbsp; <br><br>The ice caps are still melting and the world's sinking below the waves. Most islands are gone and it will not be long before the continents are completely submerged. There's only a little solid ground left.<br><br>On a whim, your turn your hand powered radio on. There's a message! Broadcasting over all frequencies. You're told of hope, of a future for mankind. All you have to do is make it to Cole's Harbor, a small harbor in Melville, Washington. <br><br>You make your way hastily there, only arriving to see the last rescue boat slowly sailing off into the distance. You're too late. You have literally missed the boat. <br><br>There's a poster tacked to the entrance, among other places around the harbor. It's meant to be found and viewed.<br>It reads:&nbsp; “Rescue is still available. The ship does not launch until August 2nd 2015. Make your way to Brisbane Australia, coordinates Latitude:S 27° 22' 18.3623"<br>Longitude:E 153° 1' 3.281. Rescue is available. There is hope. Humanity will survive.”<br><br>August.....that's 5 months away! Surely you can make your way across the globe in that time.<br><br>Do you pick a ship and leave immediately or do you search for weapons and supplies first?</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 03:59:12</strong>
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				Kyza was sitting on a rooftop near the landing, a bit disappointed at missing the boat, but not in dispair. He had his sword in his hand, just in case some infected came by to try and attack him. If there was one thing the Yakuza taught him that he found useful now, it was that being calm at all times is key to survival. Maybe being their killing hound wasn't a waste, after all. No infected was about to catch him in a panic. His mind would be calm at all times, able to adapt and respond to any threat. Such was the nature of an assassin, after all.<br><br>Using his free hand to fiddle with his Colt .45 in its hoilster, he realized that he would need some ammo if he was to actually use it. Figuring that the Walmart he saw earlier would have what he needed, he quickly scanned the area for safety before jumping off the rooftop, rolling foward as soon as he landed on his feet to absorb the impact. Getting up quickly, he held his sword up in a defensive stance, making sure not to leave himself open to an attack of opportunity. Seeing no immediate danger, he drew in a breath and walked down a side street, taking his time to find the store. Five months was a long time, and he was determined to spend most of it as he pleased. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:13:58</strong>
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				A soft moan alerts him. To his left! Theres a group of three shuffling towards him. Their all fairly advanced in the infection. The lead, a male, is leaving behind a trail of flesh and he's missing most of his fingers. He moans again, lunging clumsily towards him. His fingerless hands reaching out for Kyza's face. <br><br>The two behind, an adult female and a child-male-again, shamble forward. They seem to assume the male will kill him, so theres no needo to hurry. The child snaps, showing his broken and bloody teeth. They've killed recently....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:25:12</strong>
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				Scoffing slightly at the nuisance this posed, he brandished his blade. In a quick, accurate slice, he cut the arm off the first male, following in combination to lop off his head. As his left side turned to the other two, he whipped out his Colt .45 to use his last two rounds on the other two infected, landing a shot in the woman's right eye and the child's forehead. It was just mundane for him; he had taken on groups of seven or more healthy, highly trained martial artists several a time when he trained under the Yakuza. It seemed to him that his training had paid off after all, despite his qualms with the gang through the years. Swinging his sword to fling off the blood that stained it, he holstered his gun and proceeded to the Walmart with a quickened pace; he now needed that ammo, as his gun's magazine was now empty. Walking through the blood that flowed through the infected that he had just vanquished, he hurried in the direction of his destination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:28:32</strong>
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				He becomes aware of someone following him. Its not infected. They haven't attacked, instead they seem to be...studying him? Their small and quiet enough that its doubtful the infected will even notice their passing. They are armed, Kyza can see the glint of their small axe. So, their armed and have their weapon out.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:34:54</strong>
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				He believed that those who were not infected were innocent. However, he could not ignore the fact that the person behind him was armed. Deciding that it would be best to get some information out of this stalker, he quickly scanned the area in front of him before he turned around, whipping out his Colt .45 and pointing it at the person. The gun was empty, but he knew that the person following him had no way of knowing that.<br><br>"State your business," he said in a commanding tone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:40:19</strong>
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				Tara pokes head over the ditch, looking at him "u...uh..Hi?" She sets the axe down and climbs up. She bends down to retrive it but holds it loosely. Axe doesn't trump gun. She smiles at him, trying to look sweet and innocent. "just figured I'd follow ya...your heading to the stores right? Well. so am I...figured it'd be easier if you cleared the way" She shrugs slightly "I'm Tara"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:50:29</strong>
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				Kyza looked the woman over. She did not seem like much of a threat, even with an axe. It was slightly amazing to him that she could even lift it at all. Still, his training had left him with a moral that he did value; no one is to be trusted at first glance. Lowering his gun slowly, he kept a cold stare to Tara, letting her know that he was the one in charge here. His hand upon his sword twitched, making the blade clank against the hilt, letting her know that he was wary of her weapon.<br><br>"It's none of your concern where I'm going, Tara," he scoffed at her. "I'm only protecting one person in this world; me. I not your bodyguard." After his statement, he turned around, his sword clutched in his hand, anticipating any attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:53:31</strong>
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				Tara shrugs "not asking for a body gaurd. But your heading where I'm going. Your larger and louder. Their gonna attack you, not me. Ain't no rule says I can't follow and take advantage of that fact" She lets out a girlish giggle. She can't be more then 17 or 18....<br>She takes a step towards him "so, why don't we go together to the 'mart? that way you can keep an eye on my weapon....."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:59:48</strong>
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				Kyza could not believe the fact that a girl such as her was immune. What made him even more in disbelief was the fact that she was tailing him. Swearing a bit in Japanese, he continued to walk, trying to keep his concentration on the road ahead, as well as to the sides. These infected were surprisingly crafty; it seemed to him that they loved to ambush their prey. His sword remained at the ready, his deadly strike eager to be unleashed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:01:53</strong>
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				Tara jogs to catch up with him, smiling. She's been lonely....Her hand reaches out and tangles with his, holding it as she scans the area "your accents strange. Where ya'r from?"<br>She stops, bringing her axe up as a dog runs in front of them, tail tucked and yelping with fear "well, shite....." she takes a quick step back and away, getting room to swing her axe when the infected come. "their chasing the dog...hold still and they might not notice us.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:07:42</strong>
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				Kyza pushed Tara back as the dog yelped by. Knowing that there was danger, he leaned up against the wall nearby, pressing himself as flat as he could. He kept his sword grasped tightly, ready to strike. Looking over to Tara, he motioned her with his head to do the same as he was doing, trying not to allow her to gain any unwanted attention. This could prove more trouble for him than he needed, but he was not about to let an innocent die, despite his cold demeanor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:11:09</strong>
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				Its a single infected and one newly so. She's still fresh with only a little flesh missing. Tara watches her, crouched low and waiting. But the girl races past, foaming at the mouth as she chases the dog.&nbsp; The infected disapears around a corned and Tara dart forward, peering around to check her progress. "the 'mard don't have bullets." She comments softly "but I know where does." Her head cocks as she steps forward again, taking his hand and looking up at him
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:16:40</strong>
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				Kyza swiped her hand away from his, not wishing to give this girl any reason to follow him. He looked down coldly to her, hoping to get across to her that he did not need to be told anything by her. It was his intent to do all his surviving by himself; should anyone have to help him, it would hurt his honor. Without a word to her, he began to walk again in the direction of the Walmart at a brisk pace. His eyes never stopped moving, allowing him to detect any slight movement that was out of the ordinary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:22:25</strong>
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				"hey!" Tara calls, jogging after him "don't leave me ok? come on...I can help you...I know the town. I grew up here. I know where the infected are and aren't.." She grabs his hand again, trying to pull him to a stop "least let me come to 'mart with you?"<br><br>She blinks up at him, calling forth large but fake tears "I'm all alone....."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:27:27</strong>
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				Swiping her hand away once more, Kyza looked Tara dead in the eyes with his cold stare. His face told the story of a man who did not wish for help of any kind. Her fake tears did not change his expression. He did not wish for her to die, but he would rather go alone than with this kid.<br><br>"I don't need any help," he told her coldly. "If I wanted help, I would have told you. Follow me if you want, but don't you dare get in my way, and don't try to grab my hand anymore. And, please, stop talking!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:31:21</strong>
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				Tara folds her arms over her chest and glares back "and if i don't stop talking?" She hisses softly at him then seems to shrug off her anger and jogs off, scouting ahead.&nbsp; A few blocks down she stops and waits for him. "gotta choice....we can go straight...which is fastest....buuuuut"she trails off "there was a zoo that way. Animals got infected and got out. There's a longer way that avoids all that...mostly...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 05:36:21</strong>
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				Kyza's anger was beginning to get to him. He remained calm, though, as his mind had to be so in order to survive. Feeling that the only way to stay calm would be to give in to this young woman, he looked down to her, trying his best not to be cold. It was a hard thing for him to do; he found that being cold kept one alive. And it was all he could do to keep from turning his sword to her; she found some nerves in him that had no business being pressed.<br><br>"Fine," he scoffed at Tara, "we'll go the long way. Just keep that mouth shut; it could get you into more trouble than you bargain for."
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				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 06:07:31</strong>
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				Brayden had thought she was right on time for the rescue but she had been wrong indeed. She had arrived just on time to see it leave. And there was her chance to have others for her ship. Well, the poster told her that, in 5 months, there would be another chance. Australia was a long way away but she was sure that the time would allow her to get there. Instead she would go to the nearby store, the Walmart. There would definitely be some sort of canned food supplies there and maybe some seeds. She was thinking of switching to hydroponics for her on-board garden lately anyway. She got off her boat, checking a few times before even stepping off to see if any infected were around. She didn't have anything to defend herself save for the crowbar she always carried with her, in case she needed it to open doors or something. She grabbed the red wagon that she owned from the boat. Hopefully the Walmart wouldn't be too raided and would have a good amount of canned food or preserved supplies.<br><br>She quickly got to the walmart and looked around, trying, if anything, not top be seen by anyone. She didn't want any infected finding her and, if there was a human that wasn't infected around... well they would be able to see her boat and wait for her then. Fortunately Brayden used chains to tie up her boat and the lock was very secure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 18:08:26</strong>
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				"Damnitalltohell." The tall man muttered under his breath as he watched the boat sailing off. If only his motorcycle hadn't have shitted the bucket on him yesterday, he could have made it here in ample time. But no, it just had to go and run out of gas, and with no fuel around...he was forced to walk.&nbsp; And now he's missed the accursed boat.<br><br>As he drew closer, he had stopped to read the notice. He hmms quietly to himself, and quickly took out a small pen and pad of paper, and jotted a note down; the coordinates and location. It might come in handy if he could find a boat himself, and, ideally, someone to pilot the damn thing.<br><br>Their's got to be other survivors around here somewhere, he figures. Maybe he can hook up with them. Then again, the infected are likely to be crawling all over the place, too...and the immune might be even more of a threat, depending on their temperament and other factors.<br><br>The leather of his jacket creaked as he shrugged his shoulders. He wore leather chaps, leather, steel-toed boots, a white muscle shirt, and a padded leather jacket over it. He also had knee and elbow pads, plus a motorcycle helmet with a tinted visor.&nbsp; The leathers are old, and have a few stains on them, but they were solid, lightweight protection. Chewing through leather was a very difficult thing to accomplish. <br><br>Not that he expected to get too close to them. That's what his shortbow and arrows were for. He liked the shortbow better than a longbow, and it was a simple composite one, not a compound bow. Compound bows might pack more punch but were also harder to handle. A longbow might give him better range, but it also was more difficult to wield, and not as good closer up. His shortbow, however? Perfect for what he needed, for what he preferred.<br><br>A quiver of arrows hangs from his belt, nearly overstuffed with wooden arrows. The tips are sharpened wood, not as great as metal, but they still packed quite a punch. <br><br>Keeping at the ready to fire it off should he be accosted, he began to slowly move around the city, trying to find a store. He figured that many of them would be looted by now, but maybe he could find some goodies. He also assumed other survivors would have the same idea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 04:12:46</strong>
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				Tara stops and cocks her head, pressing into the shadows of a building "someone's coming" She hears Brayden's wagon jostling along the street. She looks up at Kyza "do we help her? I think we should......i mean...we have more a chance of survival with a group. And I wanna get to aust....aussie land"<br>&nbsp;She tests the edge on her axe&nbsp; "wanna follow me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 04:18:50</strong>
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				Kyza sighed heavily, not exactly thrilled at the idea of a new member of the group. He wasn't thrilled at even two members in his group. Still, he could not afford to let his temper get to him. An angry mind always led to disaster; not a good thing with the world the way it was. Should he let his emotions control him, he'd wind up in a swarm of infected and surely die. That was something he was not about to let happen.<br><br>"Fine," he scoffed at Tara. "Just as long as it makes it go quicker to that Walmart." Still not trusting of any stranger, he drew his gun once more, still empty, and pointed it in front of him until he was in front of the new woman. "State your business," he commanded, his way of learning the intentions of strangers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 22:57:02</strong>
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				Tara shrugs slightly and trots off ahead of him. She pauses as she sees who it is. Its the strange girl, she'd thought she died a while ago. She always kept too herself and just seemed.....scared...of everything.<br><br>"hey" Tara calls, stoping a distance away. Her eyes flick of the girls shoulder "come over here" She orders.<br>There's a pack of wild dogs, not infected thank god but still dangerous. Their stalking the strange girl with the wagon, darting behind cars and buildings. <br><br>An uninfected human....makes a tasty meal for them... <br><br>Tara watches the dogs, eyes darting between them and the girl as she lifts her axe slightly
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 01:26:54</strong>
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				Four shots ring out in quick succession.&nbsp; Just as quickly four of the wild dogs drop dead, the others scatter, both in fear and in seeing it's pack thinned out by four.&nbsp; <br><br>Robin had seen the girl with the wagon earlier while on his way to the boat.&nbsp; He started tracking her, expecting she knew her way, when he realized she was being tracked by something far more vicious.&nbsp; Realizing he had already missed the boat he decided to see what was tracking the girl.&nbsp; If it was uninfected, he might be able to eat fresh meat.&nbsp; If it was an infected, well, she had survived this long on her own, no reason to doubt she could get out.&nbsp; <br><br>As luck would have it, he landed 4 tasty treats.&nbsp; The dogs were a little lean, with the few seasonings he carried and over the right fire they wouldn't be half bad.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood and put on his pack, which he had used to support the M4.&nbsp; He was a tall man, standing over 6'5" and was heavily muscled.&nbsp; He was also encumbered by his heavy pack and weapons he had attached to him.&nbsp; He lumbered over to the dogs, watching the two girls standing nest to each other.&nbsp; <br><br>"Never you mind girls," he yells, "this is my eating, it don't concern you."&nbsp; Now, the third companion, he seemed to be one to be reckoned with.&nbsp; But as long as he stayed clear, no harm would come to any one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 01:34:00</strong>
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				Kyza, having not expected the four shots, responded by drawing his blade, holstering his Colt .45, and quickly standing in a defensive position. His eyes wandered toward the area where the sound of the shots came from, and spotted the man who shot the gun that caused them. They followed him as he walked over to the dogs he had just shot, making a quick assessment of the man. It seemed to Kyza that he was no joke; his toned muscles surpassed his own, and the size of his pack was no light load, either. Should this man decide to turn violent, he would pose a threat at any range, even with his own skills with his blade. Still, this man had fired a weapon, and Kyza had to be sure that this man was not up to anything to hinder himself.<br><br>"State your business," he barked at the man, sheathing his sword and pointing his Colt .45 at him, the entire sequence taking less than a second.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 01:58:21</strong>
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				Tara cocks her head at the newcomer, pushing the girl behind her.&nbsp; "Hi!" She lowers her axe and glances around "uhm...infected will have heard that..." she steps back "I know a safe house...well..." she shrugs "safe so long as they don't see us..."<br><br>She takes Kyza's hand again and pulls him towards an alley "come on....."<br>She can hear the moans of the infected growing closer, at least 20 of them......<br>Her face is pale and scared "come on!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 02:18:41</strong>
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				Kyza did not like to have his hand held as he was being drug by Tara. He also did not like the fact that this was taking him longer than he pleased to get the ammunition he needed. This was not his idea of how a former Yakuza assassin should be treated. However, he knew that even he could not handle as many infected that he heard coming, even with help, so he went along against his will.<br><br>"Kore wa bakagete iru..." he said to himself in Japanese, feeling that the situation he was in was just plain stupid. This would be a hard time for him to keep his mind calm if he found himself stuck in a group of four.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 02:55:02</strong>
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				Robin squints at the man that just yelled at him.&nbsp; "I see that 6 shooter you have pointed at me, and assuming you even have rounds is not too accurate at this distance (100 meters)," he raises his M4 and points it at him looking though the scope, "but I can put three rounds in your chest in less than a second at this range.&nbsp; So why don't you put down your weapon and we can be friends."<br><br>"uhm...infected will have heard that..." she steps back "I know a safe house...well..." she shrugs "safe so long as they don't see us..."<br><br>Robin lowers his weapon, while he can handle 20 infected, there is no need and he had once heard running away was the better part of Valerie.&nbsp; He didn't know who Valerie was but if you're running to her, she must be hot.&nbsp; And women was one thing he liked almost as much as guns.&nbsp; Almost.<br><br>He trudges behind the group, pushing himself to keep up.&nbsp; Cursing all his gear, but smiling at all the times it came in handy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 03:00:31</strong>
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				Tara pulls open the door at the end of the Alley and darts down the hall. Their in a basement, the basement of the town hall. Once the infection started they closed it up. No infected bothered it because...well, its empty. "Close the door!" she hisses, crouching against the wall. Her hands skitter over her axe, petting it gently in a nervous motion. <br><br>She can hear the moans, the sound growing louder as more join the group. "shit...shit...shit...." <br>Tears gather in her eyes as she rocks back and forth, crying silently with fear
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 03:05:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza closed the door as the last man entered, doing it as quietly as possible. He held his sword at the ready, eager to plunge it deep into a diseased individual. Hearing Tara swear, he held a hand out to her, signaling that she should remain quiet. As long as Kyza was around, no innocents would die under his watch, irritating as he found the ones with him.<br><br>"Everyone, stay quiet," he whispered his command to everyone. "We'll only survive little time if the noise is made louder."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 03:37:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She is starting to fuck with my calm"&nbsp; Robin says in a low voice.&nbsp; He has his Shot gun at the ready
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 03:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden hadn't been expecting what had happened. there had been someone calling her name and then gunshots. She was scared already. Savages, that's what they must have been! Savages! They wanted to trap and kill her and they wanted to steal her ship! She made a mad dash away as a man came up behind her, grabbing the dogs she hadn't known were stalking her. It was so frightening! Maybe she should have just stayed on the ocean. Everyone could live via ocean travel indefinitely, especially Brayden, with her good stock. Still this world was clearly still dangerous! She raced to the nearest place, which was the town hall. But now there were those same savages in the building! She fled to the top stairs. Infected were outside, she could hear them!<br><br>There was only one thing to do now; PANIC! Complete and utter panic ran through Brayden. However, her rational mind began to kick in quickly. She was panicking and scared but she could salvage the situation. If the savages were running away from the infected as well that meant they were uninfected and thus had some sort of brains about them. The standard human being was very much a pack and social animal, which meant, in times of need, even the most savage individuals would turn to the presence of their fellow human beings in order to attain salvation. logically speaking they wouldn't be too willing to kill her in this instance and certain agreements could be made, even with savages, in the future, to gain trust and companionship. Brayden thought through her several plans, counter plans and counter-counter plans in seconds, finally coming to the point that it would be safer to make contact with the savages than to stay clear from them,. They had weapons and Brayden did not. She stepped down the stairs in the City Hall and popped her head around the corner. There was a man with a shotgun and one with a sword. A woman sat shaking on the ground and Brayden could hardly blame her. Brayden herself was in a panic at her core as well. "E-Excuse me?" She stuttered out from the top of the stairs. "I-It would b-be wise to find h-higher g-ground... You would g-gain the advantage of tactical positioning th-that way... Come up the s-stairs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 03:43:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza had heard a small, stuttering voice come from around the corner. Taking full care of not to alert the infected, he looked around to see it was the young woman that he had meant to interrogate earlier before the man next to him had fired on the dogs. She had mentioned something about higher ground; a good plan, but risky, as he had no idea how close the infected had gotten yet. Shaking his head, trying to silently get his point across, he motioned his head for her to hurry to the hiding spot the rest of them were in. After he did so, he wondered as to why he did. The last thing he wanted was another group member, but she was an innocent, and therefore she had to be spared.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 03:50:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara looks up, shivering slightly "the...buildings empty" she whispers "but to get upstairs we have to through the lobby....which has picture windows. They'd see us." She flinches back as a low growl sounds by the door,followed by the sounds of the infected sniffing at it. She wiggles back, crawling towards Kyza
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 04:05:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza pushed Tara back as she crawled to him, not wanting her to do anything that would compromise their position. He motioned a bit more to the young woman around the corner to join them, as she was in a dangerous position out in the open. His main thought was stealth; something he excelled at during his Yakuza training. As long as they could not be seen or heard, the infected would not attempt to attack. If, however, someone compromised their position and alerted them, this would be a tough fight. His sword could cut only so many at once, no matter how expertly he wielded it. Although, the man next to him seemed heavily armed...however, Kyza doubted that he could find his ammo at a Wal-Mart.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 05:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				he pulls up his UMP9.&nbsp; "Its got a silencer, so if you go, I'll cover ya."&nbsp; He really wasn't all that concerned for the girl outside, but he knew if he didn't help Mr. Samurai wouldn't let them close the door and then they he would be screwed.&nbsp; "Hurry though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:04:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden wasn't sure what was going on but that was mst cetrtainly a gun the man below was holding! She was about to step down the stairs but the gun didn't help anything. She held onto her crowbar in fear and stayed at the top, waiting for what would happen. These savages had noidea what they were doing! The infected were already coming. It wouldn't be any different is they noticed them now! They should have just run up the stairs like reasonable individuals!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:10:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza let out a sigh as he realized that the young woman was not about to join them in safety; and, it was too late to hide, as the infected seemed to know she was there. In a sudden movement, he grabbed her and moved her to the door, making sure that she was safe. It pained him to admit it, but if he was about to eliminate this threat, he needed the help of the man with the gun.<br><br>"You, gun man," he barked to him. "I'll go and start slicing some of the diseased; you blast those that I miss. Make sure that I am behind a wall of them, though; I am of no use if I am dead!" He then readied himself, calmed his mind, and clutched his sword, ready to charge at the infected.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:19:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara pulls the girl farther back, away from the door as the crashing of glass is heard. "oh god....no" She whispers. There in! They saw her from the lobby! The twenty or so behind the door pause, hearing the sound, then groan. They double their efforts to break down the door, knowing theirs food there now!<br><br>The infected shamble along the hall, making their way through the lobby. Luckily the door is in the back, behind a desk. "g...gun.." tara stammers "ho...hold the stairs. You can pick them off before..." She shivers slightly, then moves to stand next to Kyza, raising her axe though her hands tremble with fear
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza barely even looked at Tara as she stood next to him, preferring to concentrate on the battle before him. However, without ammo in his gun, and only his sword with him--usually, enough, but not this time--, it was hard to focus. It was then he noticed her axe, held by her trembling hands. It was a bit blunt, but still...with these infected, it didn't take much. Without warning, he took the axe from Tara's hands and held it in his off-hand.<br><br>"Get behind the man with the guns," he told her. "You're too scared to fight; we'll take care of them." After he told her so, he charged, taking out three infected with a sword slice, spinning into a combo with Tara's axe, knocking the head off of a fourth one. Not stopping to think, he took a sidestep to the left, horizontally slicing at two more infected, removing their heads. It was then that a few of them began to surround him, cutting off his path to the stairs. It was now that the man with the guns would be useful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:45:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden froze as she saw what looked like a whirling dervish in the form of the swordsman being surrounded by infected. They couldn't get to the stairs. Brayden dug into her pockets, trying to find her emergency tactics. By emergency tactics, of course, Brayden meant escape tools, such as a lighter and some smoke bombs.The redhead knew that they would eventually aid her in some way, even indirectly. She clicked the lighter and lit the pieces, throwing them into the Infected swarm. The gun man would take the pones out that blocked the stairs and the swordsman would get through and the infected would remain, for a time, floundering in the smoke. It was a genius plan. "P-please clear the way for him!" Brayden shouted below. "M-Mister Swordsman! Get up th-the stairs! Th-They'll get m-mixed up in th-the smoke!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:50:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara ducks as Kyza goes flying past her. She doesn't even have time to curse him for taking her weapon. She does curse as the other girl throws smoke bombs. The smoke fills the tight space, making visibility nearly impossible. Kyza disapears among the smoke and infected, the only idictation of his location the sounds of bodies falling.<br>But even he has a hard time. He can't see the infected! Can only feel them around him. He can only judge by their grasping hands pulling at him. <br><br>There's simply no way to shoot in this, Robin could fire but chances are he'd hit Kyza. <br>Tara curses loudly. They can't get to the stairs now. With the infected blocking it and the smoke theres no way to fight free. They can't even SEE the stairs
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:59:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"GET DOWN" Robin yells at the swords man.&nbsp; He is very skilled but with the smoke he has no clear shot.&nbsp; He hesitates a moment longer, giving him long enough to get down and opens up.&nbsp; He can hear the bullets finding their targets and the bodies hitting the floor.&nbsp; He has aimed about chest level which means they may get knocked down but not killed but at least they will be disabled.&nbsp; After emptying two clips he asks "You still there?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:07:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza immediately hit the floor at the gun man's words. They were not in his native tongue, but he knew enough to understand their meaning. As the shots fired, he instinctively attempted to deflect the bullets with his sword; a skill that had saved his life times before. However, there was no need, and he felt the bodies fall onto him, which he immediately sliced in half, the blood pouring onto his back. <br><br>If it were not for the fact that he needed to keep calm at all times, he would have tried to kill whoever threw that smoke bomb. It was making it hard to breath, thus making it hard to concentrate. However, he did hear the part about the stairs; if he could find them through the smoke, he would head for them. As it went for the current situation, all he could do was swing his sword and Tara's axe around wherever he sensed movement. Six more infected fell to his deadly combo, clearing a path to the stairs, unbeknown to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara coughs slightly, then laughs. The smokes drifting out the door and the stairs are open. She grabs the girls hand, pulling her up them. She's still scared but can't afford to think about it. At the top of the stairs she pauses, looking around then curses loudly. All the windows are broken and the few infected that remained up here have been killed. The large beast stalks in a semi circle, looking at the two girls. It growls at them, mauling a still moving infected.<br><br>Its a fucking lion. A fucking infected lion. "uhm..." Tara calls back, taking a step down the stairs
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:22:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing the Lion, (where could a lion come from in north america?!?) Brayden dug into her pockets. Flash bomb, a small firecracker Brayden kept around, She lit it and, screaming out to the bottom of the stairs at the lion and Tara. "Close your eyes and go through!<br><br>The cracker went off right in the lion's face, exploding in light.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:22:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This can't be good," Robin says as he charges up the stairs, as fast as the big man can, which isn't too fast.&nbsp; He pulls out his shotgun, thinking the entire time, please let it be slug, please let it be slug.&nbsp; When the beast comes into view he levels the barrel and yells at it, drawing it attention away from the girls.&nbsp; When it turns to look at him he pulls the trigger.&nbsp; Charging the gun he fires again.&nbsp; He continues until all nine rounds are fired.&nbsp; His actions were automatic and he knows he hit it, he just hopes its enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:27:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara flinches back and runs up the stairs, heading to the office level. She's gonna get them killed! Tears are running down her face as she slams a door, shoving a desk in front of it. She crouches next to it, listening closely. She'll hear if the others survive or die....and she can hide here until the infected leave! She won't die....oh god no.....<br><br>But..Kyza's down there...she can't leave him....Her hands are trembling as she shoves the desk out of the way.There's no weapon here, the closest thing she can find is a chair. Tara hefts it and holds it in front of her, creeping down the stairs to find Kyza<br><br>The lion jerks back at the firecracker, yowling with surprised pain. He swipes at the air, at Brayden blindly and barely misses. His claws tear open her shirt but leave only shallow gashes. The first slug slams into his shoulder. He whirls around, growling enraged. He leaps at the mean who dares fire at him...only to have another 8 slam into him. The lion crashes into the man, knocking him to the floor with his dead body..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:34:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden closes her eyes and is barely missed by the Lion, screaming in fear a she falls to the ground. He shirt ripped she staggers back up in complete tears, her crowbar at the ready but seeing the lion crash on the gun man. She rushes over and pries the lion off with her crowbar and helped him up before fleeing back up the stairs. She looks down at her shirt and sees the shallow cuts in her chest, breaking down completely at the sight of it and crying in hysterics, crippled with fear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:44:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the last shot fired He saw the 400 pound beast flying through the air, "Oh shit."&nbsp; It slammed into Robin lifting him off of his feet and sending him down the stairs.&nbsp; When he comes to a stop he groins "Oh fuck that hurt...can someone get this thing off of me?"&nbsp; He is releaved when he hears the sound of someone coming down the steps but before he can say anything the crowbar is shoved between him and the beast, "Wait wait," he tries to get out before he is used as leverage to move the animal but it is too late.&nbsp; He groans when it falls off.&nbsp; He gets up and walks up the stairs, his whole body hurt.&nbsp; "Fuck, linebackers don't hit that hard," and falls against a wall
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 22:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Kyza finished off the last of the infected, he was surprised at how easy it was, considering that the gun man only fired once. It seemed like they were distracted by something; only a few of them seemed to fight back when the smoke cleared. He was so focused on the battle, he did not hear anything as the others were taking care of the lion. When the last infected was decapitated, he let out a breath, just as the lion thumped onto the gun man. Fearing more danger, he ran up to see the danger, sword in a striking position, Tara's axe in a defensive position.<br><br>Kyza was covered in the blood of the fallen infected; a feeling he was too used to. The discolored red stained his clothes, drenching his body. If he was not immune, he would certainly become infected himself from this kind of contact. As he surveyed the situation, he saw that the danger was already taken care of. "What the hell just happened?" he asked, a little concerned for the safety of the others. "I hear a noise of loudness...is everything safe?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 00:26:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara drops the sword with a clatter and runs at Kyza. "your alive!!" Tears run down her face as she launches herself at him "oh thank god! I thought the lion got you!!" She clings to him, sobbing into his shoulder. "I was so scared...please don't leave me.." She whispers softly.<br><br>The infected from the lobby are dead but the ones at the yet standing door are still trying to get in. Up here the road is all clear, the infected are scattered dead. They can run across to the wal-mart with little trouble. Once in the wal-mart it is unsure how many infected there are. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 00:28:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden still sobbed on the stairs, completely frozen with fear and shock. Everything was so violent! Everyone was a savage! Everyone had gone completely insane. She rolled herself up into a ball on her little red wagon and shook in place, unsure what to do. Her logical mind screamed at her to remain calm but there had just been a lion attacking her! It was no use! Everything would die and be submerged!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 00:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza pulled Tara off of him, not wanting to have her show affection to him; he did not quite care for that sort of thing right now. It would be nothing but a distraction in such a dire time. Besides, she was nothing more than an irritant. She had said not to leave her...all he wanted to do since she found him was get her away from him. However, if she, along with the others, was able to take down a lion, maybe she was not as useless as he thought...<br><br>"Stop trying to constantly hold of me," he barked in his slightly broken English. "I am covered in blood, and I have no wish to be the guardian of you!"<br><br>Hearing the sobs of the young woman in the wagon, he felt a little sad for her; emotions that would keep him unfocused. Walking over to her, he wondered how to get her to stop. He did not even know her name, so how could he make her stop crying? Still, if she did keep crying, his mind would be distracted.<br><br>"Hey," he said to her, "stop crying; all is safe now. The danger is dead, and you still live. Quit worrying and look in the direction of forward."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 00:47:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden was shaken from her scared reality by Kyza, looking up slowly, her eyes puffy from crying already. She sniffed and nodded, realizing that it was finally safe. She wasn't going to die. Her logical mind chastised her for her unreasonable behavior and she slowly, shakily, stood up., rubbing her eyes and checking herself for avctual wounds. The scratches on her chest were nothing to be worried about. After all, she was immune. She grabbed the handle to her red wagon. "C-Can we get g-going to the w-walmart?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 01:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin stood, depending heavily depending on the wall for support.&nbsp; "How far is Wal-mart from here?&nbsp; And is it worth the risk?"&nbsp; He didn't like the idea of going but knew this place wasn't that safe either.&nbsp; "We also need to start thinking of a place to hold up."&nbsp; He hadn't planned on being a part of a group, but for now it suited his purpose.&nbsp; His body still ached and every step he took reminded him there were 27 steps in that building and he had slid down almost every one.&nbsp; <br><br>"Someone owes me a message when we get there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 01:49:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara turns to look at him and points to the wal-mart across the street. "We can make it..but there's infected there" She smiles slightly "I'll massage you if you want"<br>She takes a step towards him, looking over his arsenal. "can i borrow a weapon?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 01:57:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza was appalled at the gun man's whining. A man his size should not have been complaining about pain, in his view. Still, he did not say anything, as he did not need a fight at that point in time. Instead, upon hearing Tara asking for a weapon, he remembered that he took her axe. Dropping it to the ground, he kicked it in her direction, handle first. <br><br>"We need to go there, at any rate," he said seriously. "I need ammo for my Colt .45, and I might as well get something to clean my sword off. I'll take out any infected that plague the store."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:08:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara shakes her head "and I told you..best place to get amno is at the gun store" She bends and picks up the axe "you really shouldn't take someone's weapon. What if I had needed to defend myself?" She looks up at him, head cocked as she waitsfor an answer
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:13:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza simply shrugged at her question. He did not really care whether or not Tara needed to defend herself; he was in it to survive, although it would put a dark stain on his conscience if she did die because of his actions. Although, he would have saved her, had he the choice. No one was about to die under his watch.<br><br>"Gun store?" he asked, a bit surprised. "I didn't know that the town had a gun store. Still, Wal-Mart should have .45 ammo. I got some of there before, in my own town. And you would not have died; I would make sure of that. No innocents die while under the watch of me. Outside of the watch of me, though, is another matter."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:22:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin pulls his Beretta out and hands it to Tara.&nbsp; "Safety is off, and don't shoot me in the back."&nbsp; He looks across the way to Wal-Mart.&nbsp; "Wal-Mart carries a lot more than just bullets, they may and probably have guns and food and guns and clothes and guns and bandages and ammo and guns."&nbsp; He stops to think if he was forgetting anything.&nbsp; "Did I mention they probably had guns?&nbsp; As dangerous as it may be, we should go there.&nbsp; I'll take the lead, you two," points and the Tara and Brayden, "What's your names? Anyway you two in the middle and you Mr. Samurai, take the rear.&nbsp; You're responsible to watch our six.&nbsp; Anyone got any issues with that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:29:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara shakes her head and fumbles with the pistol. How does she hold it with the axe? She sighs and hands the axe back to Kyza then reaches for Robin's hand. If Kyza's gonna be mean to her then maybe he won't be. She looks up at him "no....no problem. But I think we should go through the back." She giggles "I like the back entrance
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:35:23</strong>
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				Robin looks down at the girl.&nbsp; "I'm a fan myself."&nbsp; Very few things distract Robin from a tussle, a pretty girl is one of them.&nbsp; "Alright then you stay right behind me and tell me which way to go.&nbsp; Are there any other questions?&nbsp; If not lets go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:36:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza did have a problem with the gun man's plan; a big one. It was not tactically sound for the ones with ranged weapons to take the lead, he believed. Those who would go into close-combat would be best up front, as they could charge up faster and take out a few more enemies while the ones with range could stand still and fire. However, as he did not wish to lose focus, he said not a word about it. He just simply nodded, keeping calm and focused.<br><br>As Tara handed him the axe once more, he gripped it firmly, glad that she was trying to hold someone else's hand instead of his. All the more concentration for him. Despite the language barrier, he was irritated at the immaturity the last comment she made contained. Times like these called for maturity, calmness, and intelligence; all three something she seemed to either lack or not like to display.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:44:08</strong>
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				Tara smiles up at him, giggling softly.&nbsp; "see that bright blue dumpster?" She points to it "right back there. Few feet behind it is the load dock." She nods and smiles "fewer infected will be in the back half of the store. plus..." she shrugs "close the dock doors and only a few can come at us at a time."<br><br>She stands on tip toes and kisses Robin's cheek "maybe after this we can find out if you like my back entrance"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:49:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza was getting rather irritated at Tara's attempt to be as immature as possible. Now was not the time to try and do that stuff, he believed. Survival had to be the top priority; anything else had to come second. Pleasures would need to wait, he thought. It also didn't help that it put distracting images in his mind, almost making him lose focus.<br><br>"Hey, girl," he barked at her, trying to change the subject. "Why don't we focus on getting to that damn store? Since you seem to know all their whereabouts, maybe you should tell us the best way to avoid all the infected on the way to the store."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:54:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin has to shake his head. he mumbles to himself "stay focused, stay focused."&nbsp; He formulates a plan in his head.&nbsp; Once that plan is formulated he says "Alright, we're going to head toward the blue dumpster then take a wide turn giving us space.&nbsp; We'll take out the infected as they come.&nbsp; Mr. Samurai, what the hell is your real name, I can't keep calling you that. Anyway, you take the right flank, you," pointing to Tara "take the left and I'll take the middle.&nbsp; Once we get inside, we stick together to get the items we need.&nbsp; Anything anyone wants, we'll get.&nbsp; But we go as a group."&nbsp; He looks over the group.&nbsp; He takes Tara's hand and puts it right in the belt line above his ass, whispering with a smile "Just hold on to my rear until we get there and I'll take care of your rear when we're done."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 03:03:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara giggles softly and slaps his rear before grabbing his belt again. She giggles at him "the 'mart just opened a new adult section" she whispers at him "maybe we should get...supplies" She cocks the pistol. "ready when you are" She smiles and starts singing under her breath "I'll pull the trigger of your...love gun..loooove gun"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 03:10:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza could not believe what he was hearing. Both of them were just being so immature. He could not even understand how they thought of sex during times like these. It was pissing him off, and it was throwing off his concentration. He gripped his sword tightly, almost eager to plunge it deep into both of them. He kept his composure, though, and simply let the scene run through his mind. It calmed him down.<br><br>"Hey, you two," he said, not yelling as he wanted to, "let's get to that once we're there. Just in case you forgot, we have more than a few of the infected scratching on that door. Now is the time for us to get going, or we will surely get killed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:00:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden had been watching the whole time and sighed a bit. These people were savages. The man with the sword was probably the least savage person around because, at least her wasn't having his eyes on pleasure. What was adult things in the mind of survival going to be worth? She stayed close to the man with the sword. "I h-have a ship that I have b-been looking to g-gather crew for... I h-have p-plenty of space..." She piped up shyly. "W=We can go th-there afterward..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:06:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara looks at one of the trucks in the bay. She runs lightly over to it and peeks inside "it has keys!" She whisper calls to the group as she runs back "we can load it up. Should be able to get to the dock before too many infected gather."<br><br>She cocks her head "or we can take a few coolers and go on foot...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:11:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin jumps in the bed of the truck and positions himself centered at the cab, "This thing will cover the ground quicker and we are a lot more mobile."&nbsp; He looks at the other two waiting to see what their reactions are.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:12:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza listened to the young woman stutter, and was amazed that she could even speak at all. He was amazed at all these people, really; in the Yakuza, he was taught that weakness led to death. How all these people were alive was a mystery to him. All of them seemed to be weak, either mentally or physically, and he could not even believe himself that he was a part of their group. <br><br>From what he could grasp from the young woman's stutters, she had a boat, and she wanted some people to help her operate it. Perfect; out on the open sea, there was bound to be less infected, if any. It would give him time to let his mind relax, with no need for concentration. However, it seemed that this young woman was also beginning to get too close to himself; why was it him, and not the gun man?<br><br>"A boat, you say?" he asked the young woman, trying not to scold her for not speaking clearly. "That could be a good thing. Still, we need supplies, so the store is what is now important. We must go no--" He was cut off mid-sentence at Tara announcing that there was a truck available. Even more perfect; no infected could touch them if they were running them over. "Can anyone drive that big car?" he asked, unsure if he could. It was American in design; the wheel was on the opposite side of the car from what he was used to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:16:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara waves her hand "I can." She neglects to tell them the last time she tried to drive a car it went off the bridge and into a lake. It was a miracle she got out alive. She smiles and bounces out, opening the back of the truck. "the only problem is the infected will hear us coming. These things aren't quiet." She cocks her head "or are they..I dunno...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:21:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tobin turns to the group "It ain't no louder than the gunshots, so if they coming, they already been alerted.&nbsp; But we need to get goin.&nbsp; The longer we wait the more time they have to come."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:27:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara nods "lets see theres 4 of us...Robin come with me. Girl and Mr. Samurai" she giggles softly "you two work together. Robin and I will get canned goods, seasoning and other shit. You two get seeds and fertilzer"<br>She nods, thinking she came up with a great plan. "and we can use coolers to carry the stuff! oh and we should get radios...so we know whats going on with the other group"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:28:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza did not trust Tara behind the wheel for a second. She seemed too unsure in her voice, and he doubted that she could even reach the pedals. Deciding to take a chance, he got into the truck and put his hands on the wheel. <br><br>"I think I can drive it better," he said bluntly. "I am taller, and I'm not afraid to run over any infected. You stay up here, though, to give me the directions."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:26:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara nods slightly "ok, but we still have to get supplies."&nbsp; She&nbsp; jumps from the truck and runs over to Robin, whispering "and get lube"<br>She glances at the group then moves to the bay door, pressing her ear to it. "don't hear 'nothing..." She stands back "plans? just throw it open and pray?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:34:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbin smiles at the girl's comment and grunts his approval.&nbsp; "That sounds about right.&nbsp; Mr. Samurai, start the truck and get it in gear, You," pointing to Tara, "Pull the door open when I tell you, but first get the pasenger side door open, so once you throw the bay door open you can run back and jump in.&nbsp; Once she's in floor it."&nbsp; He walks over to Brayden and helps her and her wagon into the back of the truck climbing back in once that is done.&nbsp; "I'm ready when everyone else is."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:42:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden climbed slowly into the back of the truck and sighed. It was obvious that this wasn't safe even in the slightest. Still Brayden had very little to go on in this various case of times she could say she had cheated death. She held onto her crowbar protectively. These people were insane and Brayden hoped to all gods that it wouldn't end her life when all of it was done. "Th-Thank you,"She said as se climbed into the bed of the truck. "If we c-can get to the w-walmart then we can get our th-things and We'll g-get to my sh-ship."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:46:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once Kyza heard the signal to start, he turned on the ignition and revved the engine. He made sure to know which pedals were which before he actually shifted into drive. Testing his steering, he found that driving this thing was easier than he thought. The engine was loud, but since it was a truck, he doubted that any infected could cause any trouble. <br><br>"Ok, girl," he said to Tara, "you tell me where to go. I'll run over any infected that dares to mess with us."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:59:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara points "go down that alley!" She looks around then takes aim with her pistol. "two infected!" Their comming up the right side, in the trucks blind spot. Tara fires then curses as she realizes Robin's given her an empty gun "you fucking bastard! I'll fucking..." she trails off in vague threats and curses. "there" she points to the loading area of wal-mart, the employee entrance. Besides the two following them there no infected in sight
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:08:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza drove at a considerable speed, leaving the two infected quite a distance behind before he had to stop. As the truck did stop, he felt a bit proud of himself; he successfully drove an American style vehicle. When he came to America after he quit the Yakuza, he imported his native style car. It helped him immensely as he was trying to escape the Yakuza hitmen who were hired to kill him after the Yakuza heads found out of his departure.<br><br>He parked right outside the door to the Wal-Mart, immediately turning off the ignition. "Gun man!" he called to the bed of the truck. "Shoot those two infected!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:15:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin brings his M4 up, looking through the scope and with two shots drops both of the infected.&nbsp; He hops down from the truck and says "Its Robin, and nice driving."&nbsp; He surveys the area looking for anywhere else infected could be hiding.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:28:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara stalks up to him and raises her hand to slap Robin. "you stupid bastard! you could have killed me! giving me an empty pistol. What if I hadn't been with the group! I'd have had no weapon" She curses him under her breath, hand still raised
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:37:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulls the slide back and shows her the bullets inside, "Sorry, I must have forgot to charge it.&nbsp; But you weren't in any danger and we made it.&nbsp; I would have protected you.&nbsp; Now how bout getting inside and those supplies?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:41:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She growls at him "yea well." she mutters "when I ride you a bucking pony I won't use lube." She trots up the stairs to the door and hesitates. She listens, the swings it open. She's hiding behind it, any infected will charge the group and go right by her.<br>The room's empty. No infected. Wait....They can just make a hand laying on the floor. The body's behind a shelf and hidden completly. Is it infected or dead?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:43:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza had already hopped out of the truck and was looking just inside the door, checking for danger. His sword was at the ready, lusting to slice at something dangerous. After he deemed it safe, he slipped inside a little bit, looking for a light switch. Unable to find one, he came back out and watched Tara slap the gun man--Robin, he heard him yell to him earlier--, and felt like crying. How could two adults such as themselves act like children in the face of danger?<br><br>As he witnessed Tara swing open the door, he saw the hand on the floor. Not taking any chances, he pushed her aside gently and, with his sword drawn, walked in slowly to inspect it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:05:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin watched as Mr. Samurai walked inside.&nbsp; Well someone had to.&nbsp; But the infected don't lye in waiting so he figures it will safe.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:07:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara follows him and a crow takes wing, startled from the body it was eating. Its dead, very...very dead.&nbsp; Tara glances around then turns back to Robin "so, onwards to food?" She asks softly 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:38:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin steps forward he looks at the dead man trying to figure if he had anything of value on him.&nbsp; Deciding probably not he follows Tara.&nbsp; "Let's get food and medical supplies, if possible."&nbsp; He turns to Kyza, if you find ammo, I can use 9mm, 2.23 and .50AE.&nbsp; Oh and shotgun shells.&nbsp; Slug or buck.&nbsp; Bird shot and salt will be a waste."&nbsp; He smiles back at Tara, "ready?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 22:56:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden sidled closer to Kyza. These other two weren't howing their usefulness in being good protectors while the Japanese man was handling things splendidly. Surely he would be the best person to stay aroudn anyway, even if they hadn't been assigned to one another. Brayden, somewhat reluctantly, gave her little red wagon to Robin. "Any c-canned food will be m-more valuable to us than f-fresh. Also r-raid the ph-pharmacy for antib-biotics and p-pain k-killers..."<br><br>As the other two separated from the group Brayden clutched onto her crowbar still near frozen with fear and tears streaming down her cheeks. "Th-Thank you f-for d-dealing with me..." bvrayden said breathlessly to Kyza. "M-My name is B-Brayden Adair..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 23:08:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza sighed as he listened to the young woman--Brayden, as she introduced herself--sob away and cry with fear. It seemed that she was now going to replace Tara as the clingy woman looking for protection. He could not believe the weakness in each of the others; Robin could not take pain, despite his size, Tara could not be mature for a second, and now this Brayden would not stop crying in fear. How he was able to keep himself in check with such people was beyond him. How they survived before he started killing for them was an even bigger mystery.<br><br>"Quit your crying," he barked to Brayden. "If you keep this up, the infected in here will hear us, and then we'll be in for a fight. I'll kill anything that gets near me, but near you, I might not save you. Now, we go to get ammunition." <br><br>Kyza had intentionally not told anyone his name. He was taught in the Yakuza that identity is meant to be secret. He was a bit lax when it came to signing for things he bought, like his imported anime DVDs, but to individuals who had no need to know, his name remained his own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 23:12:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden "meeped" in fear as Kyza barked at her but quickly recovered. Her logical mind, buried as it was under the fear, was still working. She withdrew her keys from her pocket and jingled them. "I h-have the b-boat... and it's retrofitted to only w-work for m-me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 23:21:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden had used a word that Kyza had not learned; retrofitted. However, as she did say it would only work for her afterwards, that did make it a bit more of a reason to keep her alive; he doubted that the word she used meant it could still be used if she was dead. She may had seemed scared out of her wits, but she seemed to still be able to think of survival. Perhaps she could be useful, after all. At any rate, he was still needing ammo, and he wanted no delays.<br><br>"Fine," he said, impressed with her negotiation, "you get to be protected. You stay close, and do not go up to any infected, nor run if they see of you. I deal with them; you just watch. You understand?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 23:27:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden nodded slowly, clutching her crowbar and returning the keys to her pocket. "A-Alright..." She muttered as she pulled a large burlap sack from her shirt, which she carried on her back under it. The sack was a boon when that litytle red wagon of hers was too full. It was also lighteight and compact when not being used. "I h-have a b-bag to use..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 23:41:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza was glad to see that he did not have to carry all the magazines for his Colt .45 in his pockets; that bag seemed large enough to hold both his and Robin's ammunition needs. Satisfied with the safety for the moment, he started to walk towards the main part of the store, motioning for Brayden to follow. His sword remained drawn and ready to strike at all times, just in case he missed an infected or two.<br><br>"Silence is now most important," he whispered to her. "The infected cannot find us if they cannot hear a noise of us. So, keeps those tears in your head and stop sobbing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 23:45:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden followed close behind, keeping her sobs back but tears still flowed down her cheeks from fear. They would walk to the sporting goods department, if it was any kind of in order. And there would be rifles there, something Brayden had been wanting to infvest in highly. I she never had to get close to an infected and, instead, could take them out from miles away, there would be no need for fear. Also they were going to the garden section for seds and fertilizer and potting soil. That would end well for Brayden, who needed to get more supplies for her garden as it was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 01:06:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin nodded to Brayden, "good suggestion on the pharma...farming...the drugs.&nbsp; I'll get as many canned foods and dried foods as I can find.&nbsp; Also does your boat run on gas or is it entirely sails?&nbsp; We could use bed linen as well both for sleeping and repair any torn sails.&nbsp; I'll also grab a couple gas cans for fuel if we come across it.&nbsp; Anything else we might need for your boat?"<br><br>Once he has all of his answers he heads off in search of his assigned items with Tara.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 23:37:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before they had left for the sporting goods section Brayden would have informed Robin about her boat. It has both an ethanol engine and a modified sail system, one that Brayden insists only it to be repaired with silk fabric, which she has plenty of. The best way to help power the boat is ruffage from around wherever they'll go, which she can turn into ethanol in a still she has on her boat. Gasoline also works just fine. Nothing else for the boat is required, though she does mention needing some books and forms of entertainment. Entertainment in post apocalyptia, at least to Brayden, is a key form of keeping insanity at bay.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 02:48:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza peered out the doorway, making sure that there was no danger. He also searched for where the sporting goods section was. After a while, still finding it a bit difficult to read English, he managed to see that it was directly in front of the back entrance. Taking one more scan of the area for danger, he motioned for Brayden to follow him as he slowly and silently started to creep his way over to the department, never letting his guard down for an instant. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 03:44:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden crept behind Kyza slowly, keeping her ever paranoid eyes open for any trouble. She ticked off seconds in her head slowly; it kept her calm. She opened the bag and made sure it didn't have any holes in it. More or less she would just follow Kyza and wait top see what happened, sharply aware of everything around her, if only due to paranoia kicking her in the seat of her pants every few seconds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 03:50:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza found no infected all the while he made it to the sports section. As it turned out, it was not only the sports section, but also the outdoor hobbies section. As he scanned the isles, he saw one for basketball, soccer...nothing for what he needed. When he made it to the outdoor hobbies portion, however, he found the hunting section. Just what he needed; there was bound to be ammo around. Motioning for Brayden to come over, he made sure not to make any sound; there was no telling if there was an infected somewhere nearby, despite his caution.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:10:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden was quick on Kyza's heels, ready for anything he was to have her do. She stepped up with him to the hunting section, eyeing some of the rifles in the glass case. "C-Could we get a rifle for m-me?" She asked shyly. "A c-couple for the sh-ship?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:19:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza put a finger to his lips, signaling Brayden to hush. He felt like he needed everything to be quiet all of a sudden. Nodding, he went behind the glass case where all the guns were kept. However, he could not find any way to open it. Letting out a sigh, he wondered how to get to the rifles without making a loud noise. If the shattering glass didn't alert the infected, the alarm would...but, wait, the power was out, so the alarm would not sound. Still, it was no easy matter of getting through glass quietly, even with a sword. He had to look to Brayden for ideas; a thought that he hated himself for.<br><br>"You have any ideas to get through this?" he whispered his question as low as he could, yet still be heard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden nodded and pulled out a bobby pin from her hair, where she kept several, though they didn't actually help with anything hair related. She grabbed another and stuck the two bobby pins into the locking mechanism, slowly but asurely working to unlock the glass case. "W-Watch my b-back..." She muttered, zoning out into her work. she had read several texts on lock-picking before. It was, theoretically, easy enough to do. She just had to find out the right placement and... "Done.." She muttered again. A simple walmart lock wasn't anything special, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza was amazed at the skill that Brayden picked that lock with. It was as if she was trained to do so. However, with quickness on his mind, he opened the case and took out a rifle for her. He then was about to grab some ammo when he saw a handgun next to it. It was a 1911, a much better gun than his Colt .45. Having no attachment to his Colt, he tossed it aside and took the 1911. It was already loaded, even. Grabbing all the ammo in the case, whether it would be needed or not, he put it on top of the case.<br><br>"Put it in that bag," he whispered his instructions to Brayden. "We may need all the ammunition that our guns are able to carry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:37:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden stowed all the ammo she could into the sack, which didn't fill it entirely or even make it particularly heavy. The rifle went across her back. It was pretty big but not too much so. "We'll n-need more..." Brayden muttered, knowing full well that a single walmart couldn't supply the guns of the party for all the world's worth of infected. "We n-need to get to the g-garden section... and sewing c-center. It'll h-help with supplies and&nbsp; c-can s-sew..."<br><br>Brayden looked the man up and down for a moment. He was clearly of Japanese descent. Brayden had a knack for languages, having read many books on them. She wasn't the best japanese speaker, having never been able to get rid of the accent that Japanese peiople tended to hate in western speakers, but she was fluent. "I could speak like this... if that's okay.." She muttered out in Japanese.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:43:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza was a bit surprised to hear Brayden speak in his native tongue. It made him feel glad that he did not have to struggle through any difficult English now. However, it also meant that he could not swear and get away with it; something he liked to do when frustrated. He was unsure as to why she thought that there would be any supplies in the garden section, though. However, she had control of the boat, so he decided that it would be best to give into her wishes.<br><br>"Fine," he muttered in his native tongue to her, "we can talk like this, but it has to be quiet. Now, you said the garden section? I saw it over there...the gate was closed and locked, though, I believe...let's just see if we can open it and get it over with." He found that he spoke more when he used his native tongue; it made his mind a bit calmer, as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:49:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The garden section wasn't too far away and the lock just as simple as the glass case, if not simpler. Bratyden would be able to pick it without any difficulty. Inside the garden section would be seeds and fertilizer and many things that would help her out on the boat. If they could make two trips from the boat it would probably be for the best but Brayden wasn't going to stay hopeful about that. "We'll need soil and things like that." There was still a stutter in Brayden's voice, though, in Japanese, she made it out better than in english. "We have to grow our own food on the boat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:55:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Making his way as carefully as ever, Kyza went to the gate without incident. Inspecting it for danger, he saw nothing to cause alarm. He motioned for Brayden to come and pick the lock. It was then that he heard noises inside. If they were to go inside, there would be trouble. However, Kyza now had, in addition to his sword, a loaded 1911 now, so he did not fear.<br><br>"Sounds like there's trouble inside," he whispered quietly to her, "so if you still want to go in there, be ready for a fight. Who knows how many are in there? I can just vaguely make them out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:56:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The metal gate rolls up with a loud clatter. No way to open it without making noise, not with the type it is. Kyza has to force it open, its supposed to be powered. As they secure it and step inside they hear a soft little noise, almost like tears. <br>Most of the plants are dead but there's fertizer and seeds, part of the roof has collasped, leaving a hole in one corner. Luckily the wall is still standing so no infected can get in that way.<br><br>The crying continues and there's a huddled figure by some ferns. They can't make out any details but it appears to be a young child, no more then 10.<br><br>There are a few infected barely visible through the dead plants, no details can be seen and they haven't appeared to notice the child yet. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:59:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have to..." Brayden said quietly as she worked at the lock, her small hands epertly shiving the bobby pins into just the right places. "Please be careful. I am not practiced with guns... or anything really..." Brayden felt the fear creeping up her spine yet again. Now that danger was near she couldn't help but to feel it. As the gate lock unlocked Brayden stepped back and she drew forth her crowbar, ready for anything she could fathom, which was surprisingly a lot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:04:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The tears stop and the small figure, its a girl around 8 or so, crawls out of the ferns. She's covered and blood and her clothes are mere rags.&nbsp; She stands slowly, crying very softly as she looks at her feet. She takes a small step towards brayden "mmmummy" she grunts, the word barely understandable. The way she speaks....it as if somethings wrong with her jaw or tongue. <br><br>Its impossible to tell if she's hurt but one must assume she is base on the amount of blood covering her body
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:07:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden, seeing the little girl, frezes up. The girl was calling her mummy? "She's hurt..." Brayden muttered in english, her own native tongue. "C-Come over here, Little g-girl." Brayden stuttered, pulling now her rifle and aiming around the girl for infected. This was something very different from what she thought. "P-Please keep them away f-from her..." Brayden asked Kyza
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:08:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Forcing the gate up, Kyza was irritated at how much noise there was when it opened. There was no way that they would go unnoticed now. Two infected turned around and rushed them. Without hesitation, Kyza drew his blade and cut them both, one clean in half, the other losing an arm. However, the second one kept moving, though without an arm, towards Brayden. <br><br>"Watch out!" Kyza yelled in Japanese, unsure as to why he yelled. It was then that he heard some sort of crying. Was it possible that there was a young child in here, somehow able to survive the infected and be immune? It was a little girl, it seemed...but, she was far from alright. She was covered in blood, and...no, they could not speak, could they?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:14:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Child (http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs17/f/2007/219/d/e/zombie_child_by_Iz_zy.jpg)<br><br>As the woman attacking Kyza is cleaved in two the child screams again "MMUMNY!" Her head raises revealing strange eyes, the pupilcs are completly dialated. She snarls, revealing chiped and blood stained teeth and lunges at Byraden. Her hands reach out, clawing at Brayden's clothes as she sobs harder and cries out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 04:17:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden hadn't seen the girls eyes at first, for her vision, as a general rule, wasn't great. She had simply lost her glasses a while back and, for the most part, had always been a smell and touch person over vision, which she only really used for reading. However, when she did see the child she panicked. She had let some kind of infected savage at her body. She flailed, kicking the child awaywith a kick to the chest and seeing the infected with it's arm off. She froze but her arms dragged themselves in front of her, braced the gun against her shoulder and the finger pulled the trigger, hitting the oncoming infected clean in the forehead. Brayden's legs, however, gave out shortly afterward, the redherad falling to her knees.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 04:23:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza took no chances; fearing that Brayden would not be able to finish it off, he charged at the child infected, slicing its head clean off. The blood flowed like a small stream from the slain infected's bodies. Scanning the area quickly and carefully, he saw that the three infected that were just finished off were the only ones in the area. Sighing in disbelief, he walked over to Brayden to help her up, not paying attention to her ripped clothes. <br><br>"Well, that's three more diseased ones sent to their graves," he muttered in Japanese. "Still, they would have never had done anything if you didn't need your stupid plants. How exactly do you plan to keep them healthy on a boat, anyway? Plants don't survive on salt water, I'm sure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 04:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-N-Nor do p-p-people..." Brayden stuttered in english, still shaking in fear as Kyza helped her up, the gun shaking in her hands. She'd never shot a gun before. In fact she'd never taken a life before, human or infected or even animal. "I have a water processor on my sh-ship..." Brayden spoke out, this time in Japanese. "People n-need vegetables..." She finished, straightening herself up. She soon picked up her crowbar and put her rifle on her back, clutching the the bar of titanium in her hand as tight as she could. "S-Seeds..." She mumbled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 04:56:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Deciding to give in, Kyza started to look around for some seeds. All he found was flowers, flowers, and more flowers. Nothing worth eating at all. Sure, there was fertilizer and pots, but nothing vegetable or fruit related. He began to think that this was all pointless. There was only one reason he wanted to come to Wal-Mart anyway, and that was the ammo. He just lucked out on finding a 1911, which replaced his Colt .45. <br><br>"This is meaningless," he hissed at Brayden in Japanese. "The others are filling up that wagon of yours with canned foods, anyway. There's no need to grow anything on the boat. This was all pointless. Let's get out of here; I have what I need. Might as well wait at the back entrance; that's where they'll find us, anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 05:09:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"S-Sewing Machine..." Brayden mumbled as Kyza finished. She needed a sewing machine for the ship. "Clothes need fixing and you c-can't expect to b-be alright with d-dressing like a savage..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 05:14:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza snorted at Brayden's comment. Savage? How was that looking like a savage? She had no blood dripping from her mouth, and no flesh being ripped from the skin of another in her hands. There was no reason for her to sew anything; it was just some ripped clothes. Still, he had a feeling that she would not operate the ship without a sewing machine, and he was not about to walk until he found his own damn ship. That would be pointless, and his mind would just be scattered the whole time he did so.<br><br>"Fine," he snorted to her in Japanese. "We get the damn sewing machine, and we get the damn clothes sewn. However, anything else, we leave. There is no point in staying on land and exhausting ourselves with fighting the infected. Got it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 05:25:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden recoiled a bit as Kyza reacted harshly to her words. "Preparation is the key to s-success..." Brayden said as she straightened back up. "Without p-properly preparing for f-future problems you'll j-just meet failure." Some funny line Brayden had read in an old eastern war manual. Still, it was true as could be said. A car wouldn't run without gas and clothes wouldn't stay together without regularly being sewn back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 05:37:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza merely grunted. Of course he knew that phrase; he was taught it since he was born. He was prepared; he had ammo, his sword, and the others were getting food. He needed nothing else. Clothes were nice, but not totally necessary. He could go around nude and not care until it got cold. In fact, no clothes meant no restriction. Still, for the sake of decentcy, he wore his clothes.<br><br>"We are prepared," he snapped at her in Japanese. "We have ammo, my sword, and the other two are getting food. Still, if you think you'll die without perfect clothes, then let's go get those clothes sewn. All the less to hear you whine and throw off my train of thought."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 01:58:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara looks up at Robin and steadys her pistol "where do we go first? Food or adult section?" Her head cocks slightly for a moment "i say adult." She looks around then grabs a cart and some boxs. "I'll push and you kill anything that moves ok?"<br>She waits for him to go ahead of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 02:01:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was just about to suggest the adult section when she said it.&nbsp; He moved infront of her looking for anything that moved.&nbsp; "You been here before?&nbsp; I don't know where the adult section is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 02:04:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara nods "its right over there" she points and begins to wheel her cart in that direction. The area is in a small, seperate room with a closed locked door.&nbsp; Tara curses "theres only one entry point" she complains softly, rocking the cart back and forth. She sighs, raises her pistol and shoots. The door swings open, the lock shattered.<br><br>Tara smiles sweetly, then ducks behind Robin as a large burly male comes charging out of the adult section. He charges past them and stops, swinging around and snorting like an angry bull. He's missing half his face from the infection, his teeth exposed in his lipless mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 02:19:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With Tara's lack of concern for noise discipline, it kind of defeated the point of the silenced weapon and dropped the UMP9, letting it dangle by the sling, and pulled out the Dessert Eagle in one smoothe, practiced motion.&nbsp; He fired a quick shot to the knee, blowing the leg off at the joint and dropping the beast.&nbsp; The second shot caused most of his head to disappear, blood, bone and brains splattering the area behind him.&nbsp; The .50 caliber bullets showing no mercy to the infected man.&nbsp; "Didn't need a shot ricochet and hit one of us or the others.&nbsp; Can you see anything in there?"&nbsp; He pointed to the walled off area, peaking his head into the room listening for any noises of movement.&nbsp; It was hard to tell, with the ringing in his ears from the three shots.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 02:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara reaches inside and fumbles for a light. She screams and a jerks back her hand as something human touches her...only to have a manniquin fall to the floor. She giggles nervously and reaches inside again, turning on the light. Its still dim but they can easily see inside now. Tara raises her gun and steps inside <br><br>"think its empty"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 02:51:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He quickly holsters his gun and grabs her, "In a minute I can think of something that's not going to be empty," smiling at the inuendo.&nbsp; He takes a quick look around and sees many things he would see at any porn shop before the infection descimated civilization.&nbsp; He spots the liberator (http://r4nt.com/images/v3/v32/review/pshots.jpg) and walks over to it.&nbsp; He looks back at her with a smile as he is opening it, "Have you ever used one of these things before?&nbsp; They are awesome.&nbsp; I would say if we have room, we need to take it.&nbsp; Now all we need is some lube."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 02:53:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara throws back her head and laughs. "lubes right there" She stops by the vibrators and selects two, along with some cuffs and a flogger. "condoms?"<br>She cocks her head and tosses the boxes into the cart "anything else?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 03:01:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grabs a couple fleshlights and 2 inflatable dolls and tosses them into the cart.&nbsp; He looks at her "What?!&nbsp; You might not be in the mood."&nbsp; He grabs some lube and saunters over to her, "Now how about that piece of ass you promised earlier."&nbsp; He puts his arms around her and kisses her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 01:48:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perfect clothes aren't needed," Brayden said in Japanese. "However... Clothes are a nice plus to post apocalypse living. We have five months t-to get to Australia. I have a feeling we'll have the ch-chance to enjoy a few small l-luxuries. It's indecent to be without clothes anyway. It's what separate those of us who are of sound mind from the savages and the infected. You're not a s-savage, That I can tell... I have my d-doubts... about the others..."<br><br>Brayden led Kyza toward the sewing area. "S-So what's your name?" Brayden asked as they walked. "You kn-know mine and, if we're going to be sh-sharing a ship... I'll want to know your name at the v-very least..." Brayden eyed the man's sword hesitantly. He was a deadly weapon with that sword. Brayden's telltale paranoia was itching at the back of her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 04:08:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza was reluctant to give Brayden his name. If no one knew his name, then the Yakuza could not find him. However, he began to think that the entire Yakuza might have been wiped out due to the infection. Still, there was no reason to let his guard down. However, this girl...she was making him feel like telling her things he would not tell anyone else. He had no idea why, though; something inside him was yearning for her. Was this what that feeling was that he read in all those romantic mangas?<br><br>"I give no one my name," he said in Japanese. "My full name, anyway. Call me only by my surname: Yoshiko. My first name is still my own, though; I will not&nbsp; reveal that to you. I have my reasons for this. I'll ask you to understand."<br><br>He then turned his attention to the matter at hand; she was insistant upon going to sew clothes. She did have a point about them being nice, but even then, he could go without them. Decency was not quite needed at this point; Tara and Robin proved that with their antics outside, before they all went in.<br><br>"Fine," he muttered in Japanese as he thought about it. "We go sew some damn clothes. Like I said, they are not necessary, but, hell, if you stop whining, you win."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 01:53:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85023.msg3802579#msg3802579">Quote from: Ashen Phoenix on 22-10-2010, 03:01:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He grabs a couple fleshlights and 2 inflatable dolls and tosses them into the cart.&nbsp; He looks at her "What?!&nbsp; You might not be in the mood."&nbsp; He grabs some lube and saunters over to her, "Now how about that piece of ass you promised earlier."&nbsp; He puts his arms around her and kisses her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tara laughs softly and wiggles against him. Her mouth opens under his and she kisses him back, her tongue darts inside and strokes his as she moans with pleasure.&nbsp; "get the door" She whispers softly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 02:59:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He breaks the kiss and walks over to the door and closes it, pushing a heavy display against it.&nbsp; "Don't need to be desturbed."&nbsp; He smiles and walks over to her, as he walks he starts to drop his various weapons.&nbsp; By the time he gets to her, all he has on is his pants and boots.&nbsp; "You ready for this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:07:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara smiles at him, slowly pulling her shirt over her head. Her head lowers shyly as she wiggles out of her jeans, kicking them and her boots aside. She stands there in only her panties in bra as she slowly drops to her knees before him. Her hand reaches up, carressing him through his pants as she works at the zipper
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:15:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watches the beautiful woman drop down.&nbsp; When her hands reach out for his fly, his cock starts to harden.&nbsp; He reaches down and starts to run his hands through her hair.&nbsp; He smiles at her when his cock comes out.&nbsp; His stature isn't the only thing that is large on him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara glances up with a little smile. She leans forward slowly, hands moving along his shaft gently. Her mouth opens and she presses a gentle kiss to the shaft. Slowly she lets the head slide in and she licks at him, running her tongue over it as she suckles. Her hands keep stroking the shaft as she sucks.<br><br>Tara presses closer, her mouth sliding down his shaft. She suckles as she does so, her throat spasming over him as she takes all of him into her warm mouth
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:26:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin moans as she takes him in her mouth. "You have a very talented mouth young lady."&nbsp; His hands going through her hair.&nbsp; He resists the urge to grip and start fucking her mouth.&nbsp; It has been a while since he has been with a woman.&nbsp; He watches his cock slide in and out of her mouth.&nbsp; It is the first of three holes today.&nbsp; "You like your pussy eaten?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:31:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glances up and nods, his cock still burried in her mouth. She moans softly, spreading her legs as her hand reaches down. She fingers herself through her panties, fingers gliding over her clit as she licks and suckles
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:50:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slides his cock out of her mouth and stands her up.&nbsp; He then pulls her panties down.&nbsp; He then puts his right hand on her right hip and left hand on her left hip.&nbsp; He picks her up and spins her around so she is upside down.&nbsp; He slides his tongue across her pussy, tasting her for the first time.&nbsp; He licks from her clit to he wet pussy.&nbsp; He makes several licks before honing in on her clit.&nbsp; He begins sucking and flicking the sensitive nub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:58:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tare gasps as he picks her up and flips her over. Her hands clutch at his body, clinging to him for support. She moans, completly helpless and vulnerable as he licks her. Her legs wrap around his head, holding him in place as she tries to arch against him with moans of pleasure. She's panting and dripping wet for him, her body begging for more
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 01:52:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Th-Then Yoshiko-Dono it is..." Brayden muttered as she nodded her head. "C-Clothing and fabric also makes v-valuable aid as b-bandages..." Brayden said as she walked to a nearby bolt of cloth and looked at it in appraisal. It wasn't top notch or anything f that sort but, with a proper sewing set Brayden could easily make things out of it. The walmart fabric, however, was still a cheap excuse for the silks and wools that she would have had back in her life of luxury. If she had gotten all of that good wool before running from the old family farm she would have been much better off. "Thick cloths and linen..." Brayden muttered more to herself than anyone as she hauled a bolt of fabric off the holder and tossed it down onto the cutting table, unrolling the entire thing, cutting it at the end before folding it and packing the much smaller square of folded fabric into her bag.<br><br>"Y-Yoshiko-Dono? What b-brought you all th-the way to America? You obviously d-don't come from here... similar to how I am from e-elsewhere as w-well..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 02:03:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza was not about to reveal to Brayden his ties with the Yakuza, no matter how he was feeling. Not only would that endanger his identity, but it might have also scared her and caused her to make a ruckus, something that would alert any infected still around. Instinctively, he moved his shirt sleeve to hide the black band tattoed to his arm, as she seemed to know much of the Japanese culture, and the black band was the sign of the Yakuza. He also made sure that his back was not visible, as he had undergone the 100 hour tattooing of his back, also a sign of the Yakuza.<br><br>"I got tired of my life in Japan," he said, speaking half of the truth, "so I moved. I had some ties to people in New York, so I went there. I had a few problems for a few years afterwards, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. Now, let's get moving to that damn sewing center so you can stop complaining."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 05:49:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn't take Brayden long to find a sewing machine she liked; one that could run off of the generator and also be adequate for at least five months of heavy usage. She grabbed some spools of thread and more fabric, picking up the small but effective sewing machine and lugging it in her arms. "I c-came from The Shetland Islands," Brayden said. "My f-family herded sheep but we were independently wealthy from m-my father's work in the m-military. He also collected rifles b-but I had n-no interest. All I ever w-wanted to do was b-be a librarian... to be honest..."<br><br>Brayden looked through the inventory of things in their sack and nodded slightly. "We sh-should have enough s-supplies, provided they will g-get what they said they w-would... L-Let's get going back to the ship, Yoshiko-dono."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 06:31:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza could not believe Brayden was still stuttering, even though there was no sign of danger anywhere. She most certainly did not have a calm mind; had it not been for him, she would most certainly be dead right now. He heard her story, yet he acted like he did not, so not to hurt her feelings by having to say that he did not care at all. It was almost pitiful to watch her carry the sewing machine, but he would not carry it, as he knew that would hinder his fighting stance.<br><br>"Stop putting dono at the end of my surname," he barked in Japanese. "We are not even friends, so you have no right to do so! Just stick with Yoshiko. You're lucky to even have that much of my name to your knowledge. Now, we wait at the back entrance for the other two; they will have the food we need. Should they take too long, we get the food ourselves."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 07:00:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden "eeped" in surprise as Kyza barked at her. Wasn't Dono an honorific used to denote respect, not friendship? Wasn't the lack of an honorific altogether supposed to be reserved for family and good friends? Brayden had a hard time processing this. Shakes went through her body. That paranoia crept up the back of her skull quickly. He was angry at her. He would kill her while she slept! Why even wait. He knew he could kill her now! No, Brayden was being stupid. Her fears were getting the best of her. Her logical mind took over again, if only just. She blinked back the tears that threatened to come out and nodded slightly.<br><br>"Why are you always s-so angry?" Brayden dared to ask, curiosity getting the best of her. "I've only t-tried to better a r-relationship between us f-for the b-betterment of a t-team effort... We have f-five months we c-could be together..." Brayden turned away and spoke out in english, more to herself than to Kyza. "And I thought I'd f-found someone who w-wasn't a savage... So much for sanity on my p-poor ship..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 06:42:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza rolled his eyes at the display Brayden was making. He had chosen a poor reason to not have dono added to his name, but in reality, it was because he felt that he held no respect to himself or others. Running from the Yakuza may had been the right thing to do, but it made him an outcast. OUtcasts deserved no respect in society. <br><br>"You wish to know the reason I'm so angry?" he asked in Japanese in response to her question. "I have learned that anger pushes others away; I have also learned not to trust anyone. Trust leads to betrayal and death. I have lived such a life, you see. Being angry pushes away those who are not to be trusted."<br><br>He then was able to catch one word out of her mutterings in English; savage. Was he a savage in her eyes? Perhaps she had reason to believe so, but he was far from it. "Hey," he said, trying to get her attention. "You think me to be a savage? I'll have you know that I do not harm innocents. Not anymore...I do not kill for pleasure, but protection. I have morals, so do not mistake me for some barbarian."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 09:19:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"B-Being angry pushes away th-those who would b-best be out to help you..." Brayden responded to Kyza as she continued making her way to the back entrance. "You shouldn't be angry at s-someone who has done n-nothing warranting anger..." Brayden finished in Japanese.<br><br>At Kyza's words Brayden sighed. "Savage: synonym; ferocious. Savage: possessing of an extreme or violent nature. Savage: able to or disposed to causing pain and suffering. Savage: to criticize harshly or violently. All of these various d-definitions I have n-noted in your p-performance, though I was going to l-leave them alone b-because of the situation at h-hand... who are y-you to tell m-me what is b-best left on or off m-my ship?" Brayden continued walking, not looking back at Kyza. "You unders-stand that... without m-my boat and m-my assistance... you c-can't get to Australia and th-thus can't s-survive." while Brayden's logical mind told her to say all of this her paranoia was making tears flood down her cheeks as she looked away, frightful that this man would simply chop off her head, angered by the logic that she spread.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 00:47:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wraps an arm around her holding her in place while the other traces up her back up the crack of her ass to her pussy.&nbsp; He starts tracing the outside of her pussy while he licks and sucks on her clit.&nbsp; He moans as she continues to suck on his cock.&nbsp; He slides a finger into her wetness, moving it in and out.&nbsp; The thick fingers find the spongy spot just inside her pussy.&nbsp; <br><br>He starts having trouble keeping his balance.&nbsp; Her bobbing on his cock is making his knees week.&nbsp; He gently sits on a counter, giving him a little extra support.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 00:50:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara pulls back with a strangled moan of pleasure "oh....god...." She stiffens slightly "please...fuck me!" Tara begs, reaching blindly for a vibrator on display. she flips it on and wiggles in his arms, trying to get down "s...set up a librator ok?" she groans, body clenching with pleasure "then fuck meee!!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 00:56:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sets her down on her knees so he can take her from behind.&nbsp; He places his cock at her pussy entrance and pushes all the way in.&nbsp; He moans with pleasure with how tight she is.&nbsp; He takes the vibe from her and grabs a bottle of lube.&nbsp; He pours it on his fingers and the starts to rub her puckered little hole.&nbsp; He is sliding his cock in and out of her wet pussy.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 00:59:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara moans softly as he slides into her, she arches back against him. Her hips rock gently, fucking him as she groans with pleasure. She jumps as he begins to finger her and clenches around them, whimpering softly with pleasure. "harder!!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 01:08:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He picks up the pace and lubes up the vibrator.&nbsp; He turns it on and then starts sliding it into her ass.&nbsp; He can feel the falis against his cock.&nbsp; It is an interesting feeling, the vibrations and the pressure.&nbsp; With his other hand he grabs her hip and pulls her into him as he fucks her harder.&nbsp; He times the penetration of the vibrator oposite the penetration of his cock.&nbsp; "Your pussy is so tight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 03:56:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza simply shrugged off both of Brayden's comments. He lived his life the way that he knew how; no one was about to force him to change it, even for a damn ship. Besides, only one of her definitions of savage truly fit him; the criticizing harshly one. The other two did not truly describe who he really was. The only reason that he would seem so would be because he was doing what he had to in order to survive. When it came to times of peace, though, he was quite the gentle man, wishing not to harm anyone. Still, his lack of trust for his fellow man prevented him from really showing any of that. How was he to know that they were not Yakuza spies? There was always another ethnic in the Yakuza besides Japanese. <br><br>"Think what you want," he said to her plainly in Japanese. "I am who I am, not who you see me as. You think I enjoy giving pain to others? You think I'm just a brute who uses force to get what I want? Should I have any trust in you, you would know that isn't so. I left Japan to escape the true savages that surrounded me. Before you criticize someone, be sure to know what they are all about first." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:08:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85023.msg3825009#msg3825009">Quote from: Ashen Phoenix on 28-10-2010, 01:08:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He picks up the pace and lubes up the vibrator.&nbsp; He turns it on and then starts sliding it into her ass.&nbsp; He can feel the falis against his cock.&nbsp; It is an interesting feeling, the vibrations and the pressure.&nbsp; With his other hand he grabs her hip and pulls her into him as he fucks her harder.&nbsp; He times the penetration of the vibrator oposite the penetration of his cock.&nbsp; "Your pussy is so tight."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tara moans with pleasure, her hips rocking against him. she cries out, a shrill scream of pleasure that echos through walmart, her body twisting and bucking through her first of many orgasms. After many minutes, tara collaspes, only Robin's hand holding her up as he continues to fuck her. She whimpers softly, eyes closing as she clenches around him. "oh...oh!!!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin pulls out and puts some lube on his cock.&nbsp; He pulls out the vibrator and tosses it aside.&nbsp; He puts his hard cock up to her asshole and begins to slide the hard cock in.&nbsp; It takes a little effort to get the head in.&nbsp; He then slowly begins to work the hard cock into her tight hole.&nbsp; Once he is completely buried inside, he waits, giving her time to get used to the girth.&nbsp; Then he starts to slide in and out.&nbsp; "You are one fine bitch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:16:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara whimpers softly as he slides into her ass, wiggling against him. She pushes back, pushing against him as he goes too slow for her taste. She fucks herself on him, rocking back and forth with soft moans of pleasure. Her hips arch and rock, letting him feel how willing she is for this....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:19:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He feels her wiggling on his cock and he takes the hint.&nbsp; "You are wild," and begins to slide faster and fasters, fucking with his entire cock.&nbsp; "Your ass is so tight, I'm getting close."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:21:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"n..no!" she gasps out, rocking faster "oooo!!" she groans softly, it almost hurts. But it hurts in such a good way as he impales her again and again. She moans, raising up and moving his hands to her chest. "hurt me!" she says softly, almost ashamed of her need
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:24:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her ass a hard slap, "If that's what you want."&nbsp; He pulled out and flipped her over.&nbsp; He then aimed his cock back into her ass and drove in in one quick motion.&nbsp; He then reached out and grabbed her nipples, pinching them and pulling up on them.&nbsp; "Is this what you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:26:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara lets out a strangled moan of pleasure. Her legs are braced over his shoulders, holding her captive and still for his thrusts. She yells out with pleasure as he pinches her, making her rock with helpless pleasure "y...yes!!" she moans, her back arching up to shove her nipples against his hand
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:51:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are a dirty little slut aren't you."&nbsp; He pulled out of her and walked up the the fetish shelf.&nbsp; He pulled down a set of nipple clamps and a collar that said slut on it.&nbsp; He ripped open the package and pulled out the clamps.&nbsp; There was a chain that connected the two.&nbsp; He smiled and looked forward to using it.&nbsp; He put each clamp on her nipples and gave a gentle tug on the chain.&nbsp; He then fastened the collar around her neck.&nbsp; "This is just a reminder of what you are."&nbsp; And he slid his cock back in her ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:57:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara lies there, wiggling slightly as she watches him walk away. Her brows are furrowed in confusion as she begs him to come back and fuck her. She gasps as he fastens the clamps on her nipples, arching up against him with soft whimpers of lust and pleasure. Her head titls back to let him fasten the collar around her neck with a soft smile. "your slut" she purrs softly, moaning with pleasure as he slids home. She clenches and arches up, taking him deeper
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 02:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He continued to slide in and out of her.&nbsp; The closer she got to cumming the harder he would fuck her ass.&nbsp; He would occasionally pull on the chain on the chain attached to the nipple clamps, or slap her clit.&nbsp; He leaned down and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth.&nbsp; "You are such a good dirty slut.&nbsp; You going to cum for me, so I can cum all over you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 02:54:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara's hips arch as she moans, a soft strangled sound as she nods. Her hands clench on his shoulders, pulling him down as she cries out. Tara screams shrilly as her body bucks under his. She twitches, her body spasming as she screams out her orgasm
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 03:44:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she starts to cum, Robin takes the clamps off of her nipples.&nbsp; As she finished cumming he increased his pace until he finally pulled out and stroked his cock a few times his cock erupted.&nbsp; The first shot started on her belly, across the inside of her right breast, ending on her collar bone.&nbsp; The next started on her belly and split her breasts up her neck to her chin.&nbsp; The third landed across her left breast.&nbsp; Several more ropes of cum shot out from his cock coating her breasts and neck
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 04:06:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara lies there, panting softly and looking up at him with a smile on her face. She moans softly and closes her eyes for a moment, her body slowly relaxing. "wow" She smiles at him
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 04:17:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugs, "Its been a while."&nbsp; He leans down and kisses her.&nbsp; Then he takes his fingers and scoops up some of the cum and puts it to her lips.&nbsp; "Swallow," as he puts his cum in her mouth he says "Now you are officially my slut, I have marked you and you have swallowed my cum."&nbsp; And he chuckles.&nbsp; He leans down and kisses her again, tasting his cum on her tongue.&nbsp; He then straightens up and takes a quick look around and finds some sex wipes, good for cleaning up messes.&nbsp; He pulls a couple out and hands her the package.&nbsp; He wipes his cock off and looks down at his slut.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 00:06:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara moans softly as he feeds her his cum, lieing him on the ground. She smiles slightly as he calls her his, blinking in slight confusion. She arches into the kiss, the chains at her nipples glinting in the light. She's still smiling as she takes the package and cleans herself off. She is delightfully sore
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 11:28:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll have to do that again, but for now we better get the stuff we need for the trip."&nbsp; He grabs another set of nipple clamps, a clamp for the clit.&nbsp; While in the section he sees a belt and pantie with two dildos on the inside.&nbsp; He takes it off the shelf and hands it to her.&nbsp; "Put this on."&nbsp; And walks over to his clothes to get dressed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 23:52:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden mumbled to herself in english at Kyza's words of getting to know someone. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"I would if you w-would t-tell me,"</span> Still she didn't turn back to Kyza. They would walk and get to the back entrance, Brayden sitting down beside the door. Finally her logical mind had completely taken over for her. The fear in her eyes wasn't apparent any longer and she was able to stop shaking. "When d-do you think they'll be b-back?" Brayden asked in Japanese, looking up at Kyza.<br><br>Though, on the outside, Brayden looked like she was fine with the situation, being brave in the face of danger, stern around her new mates, she wasn't. If anyone would have bothered to look closely at Brayden's eyes they would see, beneath the thin veil that blocked it al, complete and total, crippling fear. Paranoia was Brayden's worst enemy and it haunted her day and night, unable to be shaken away. This wasn't something that the apocalypse had brought about. It was just how Brayden was; small and scared and easily able to be picked up and carried away like a lamb in a slaughterhouse. She tried her hardest to put on a good act but, with a single look into her clay colored orbs, all the fear and personal torture could be seen like an open book.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 00:11:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara catches the belt and looks it over, a slight frown on her face. Its gonna keep her horny and needy all day..until he decides to play with her more. She shivers slightly and steps in, pulling it up slowly. She moans with pleasure as she slides the dildo's inside, slowly tightening it so it fits properly. Her eyes close and she groans with pleasure and lust, feeling her body ignite with need again
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 01:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He points the remote towards her and presses the activate button.&nbsp; This should start the vibrating of the two dildos inside of her.&nbsp; He lets it run for another thirty secods before turning it off.&nbsp; "This should keep you nice and wet for me for next time.&nbsp; Maybe tonight, maybe sooner.&nbsp; For now, we need to get the stuff and get out of here."&nbsp; He walks over to the door and looks over at her to see if she is ready.&nbsp; He had the cart in tow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 21:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza pondered for a few minutes on Brayden's question about the other two, and he figured that it would take them a while, if they went where they said they would. Thinking about Tara and Robin in an adult section of any store made him think they would just spend their time fucking around, pun very much intended. The thought sickened him; the fact that those two would do such a thing in the face of danger seemed like such a disgrace to him. They could have at least waited until there was nothing that could kill them around; doing such activities lowered their guard, and thus lowered their chances of survival. "Who knows how long those nitwits will be," Kyza muttered to Brayden in Japanese. "They're probably fucking around somewhere, and probably not even getting the food. If those dumbshits come back with any adult toys, I swear I'll lose it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 04:45:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"F-fucking around?" Brayden parotted briefly. The term "fucking around" had very little meaning to a privately schooled shut-in like Brayden, who had actually gone well out of her way in life to avoid such terms and the actions they were based around. As such the term baffled her a little. "W-What do you m-mean?" As far as "toys" went, Brayden had little idea that there were any such things aside from children's toys, so the term was, again, largely lost oher mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 04:57:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza let out a deep sigh as he realized that Brayden was sincere in her lack of knowledge of the phrase. However, it was a sigh of relief, as he was then assured that she was not some sort of sex-crazed whore out to seduce him at every turn. To him, it seemed that he could get along much better with Brayden than he could Tara. However, he also figured that she would need to know the phrase; it did not lose too much translation from Japanese to English.<br><br>"What I mean is that those two dipshits are probably having raunchy, no-romance sex somewhere in this store," Kyza said in Japanese with a hiss; not at Brayden's lack of knowledge, but at the thought of what he predicted Tara and Robin were doing was actually true. "How those two could survive with such lustful minds is a mystery to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 13:17:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85023.msg3854353#msg3854353">Quote from: Ashen Phoenix on 05-11-2010, 01:34:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He points the remote towards her and presses the activate button.&nbsp; This should start the vibrating of the two dildos inside of her.&nbsp; He lets it run for another thirty secods before turning it off.&nbsp; "This should keep you nice and wet for me for next time.&nbsp; Maybe tonight, maybe sooner.&nbsp; For now, we need to get the stuff and get out of here."&nbsp; He walks over to the door and looks over at her to see if she is ready.&nbsp; He had the cart in tow.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tara arches back, moaning with pleasure as they move deep inside her. She wiggles and whimpers, flushing as she feels her lust building. Her hand raises to the slut collar around her neck as she steps to his side, nodding. She slowly pushes the door open a few inches, then stops as she hits something. <br><br>The thing moans softly, surprised at the bump of the door. It had been attracted to Tara's screams of pleasure and now grasps the door, hauling it open. Tara leaps back, drawing her pistol. She fires wildly, emptying an entire clip into the side of the door as the thing stumbles forward
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 02:25:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden was a bit taken aback by the thought of sex happening so close to her in the store, and at a time like this nonetheless. She had read some books on that sort of thing, light fiction works and so on but she had never been so close to such an event. It was disturbing, frightening to think that, somewhere not too far away they were having sex. However, the gunshots that rang through the air and into Brayden's ears boke her logical mind and she "eeped" loudly in fright. "G-Gunshots!" Brayden cried, hiding her head in her arms at her knees. Something was happening! Infected had gotten in! She was going to die!!!<br><br>Brayden's logical mind was crippled, trying hard to regain ground but, after letting herself idle so long it was hard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 02:40:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza had heard the gunshots, but he knew that it had to be the other two that fired them instead of the infected. There was no way an infected could hold a gun; the weight would tear their decaying arms off, so it had to be either Tara or Robin. Still, there were quite a few of them, so it made him worry a little. His mind turned to a swarm of infected in an adult store, and he quickly shook that out when it got a bit creepy, even for him. Looking down at Brayden, he sighed and thumped her lightly on the head with the back of his hand.<br><br>"Snap out of it," he barked in Japanese. "It had to have been the others who fired. You have <em>got</em> to stop crying and cowering at every little noise. You'll never survive if you keep this up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:22:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite the bullets not being well placed, the gun shot wounds knocked the thing off balance.&nbsp; Robin put one of his huge boots to the center of its chest, knocking the tottering thing to the ground, he pulled the Desert Eagle out, pointed it right at its head and pulled the trigger.&nbsp; A deafening shot rang out, the .50 calliber significantly louder than the 9mm Tara was using.&nbsp; The motions were well practiced and required next to no thought to perform.&nbsp; He paused after, listening for any more sounds, his eyes scanning for any additional movement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:28:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara screams at the shot, pressing against Robin for safety. Minutes pass and the only sound is Tara's soft whimpers. There's no more, at least no more in the store. The shots surely attracted more to the store however. Tara shudders and straightens, looking at the body "oh...oh.....we...we gotta hury!" She pushes the cart gingerly to the body then looks at him, not wanting to move closer
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:35:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Robin shoves the body out of the way.&nbsp; He knew they still needed to pick up food, along with several other items and pulled the cart away from Tara.&nbsp; "Sorry Hon, like you said we need to get out of here and if this cart gets heavy, it will be easier if I pull than you.&nbsp; Now let's get that canned food."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:45:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara&nbsp; trots after him, pointing the way to the canned goods silently. She's worried now, while the sex was amazing she knows they should have gotten the food and gotten out!<br>She shudders slightly as they reach the aisles of canned goods. She sighs softly and begins stacking them in the cart. Her instinct is to throw them in but the cart will hold more if they stack. So she places them neatly together, trusting Robin to keep the ghoulies at bay
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 11:03:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lets Tara put the food into the cart as he stands watch.&nbsp; He believes that there are probably not any more dangerous creatures out there any more.&nbsp; He's fired his gun twice and if that didn't draw the attention of them, nothing would.&nbsp; But that didn't mean they didn't need to hurry.&nbsp; The others would probably be waiting on them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 00:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden snapped back to attention when Kyza barked at her. It was scary, nonetheless, but still she could look up at him from her little place on the floor and feel a bit of security. She slowly got back to her feet and pulled out her crowbar, far from ready but determined not to be killed nonetheless, her little body shaking frantically, despite her attempts at being brave enough to fight. "D-Do you think th-they'll b-be safe?" Brayden asked, not really wanting to believe they wouldn't be, as that would drag poor Brayden all over the walmart instead of being right next to her safe escape zone near the back door. However, Brayden heard the next shot, the deafening crash of noise from the gun that Robin fired off. She jumnps momentarilly, shaking a bit harder but trying desperately to keep her chest out and back straight with somewhat success, though nothing too impressive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 01:01:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza barely flinched as he heard the final shot; somehow, he had expected it. Looking over his shoulder, he was amazed to see the young Brayden on her feet, instead of cowering in the corner like a scalded dog. Without really thinking about it, he gave her a small smile, noticible, but only if she were to be really looking. Hoping it would ease her nerves and keep him from being distracted, he drew his sword, just in case of an infected attack.<br><br>"No doubt they're safe," he said to her, "as these infected are slow and fragile. Hardly a threat, except in a swarm. Doubtful that's to be the case in a store; damn things would have to have been infected in the store and "died" there for them to be inside. Otherwise, they'd pull their arms off opening the damn door." For some odd reason, he hoped his words calmed the young woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 02:50:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85023.msg3965496#msg3965496">Quote from: Ashen Phoenix on 02-12-2010, 11:03:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He lets Tara put the food into the cart as he stands watch.&nbsp; He believes that there are probably not any more dangerous creatures out there any more.&nbsp; He's fired his gun twice and if that didn't draw the attention of them, nothing would.&nbsp; But that didn't mean they didn't need to hurry.&nbsp; The others would probably be waiting on them.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tara keeps glancing around for infected but so far the store seems empty. Her lips smile slightly as she looks at Robin and drops the last few cans in the cart. There's a few months food there if they ration it carefully but the store had been rather picked over "do we get the others or go to the pharmacy to get what we can?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 15:06:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's get to the pharmacy.&nbsp; I think we'll here any more infected and if we get sick or injured its better to be able to treat it than not.&nbsp; The others can take care of themselves for a few minutes"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 03:18:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara nods and pushes the cart silently towards the pharmacy. Her pistol is out of ammo and Kayza has taken her axe. She's trembling slightly, both from fear and arousal, as she walks. Tara knows she's completly dependant on Robin for protection..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 04:40:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden nodded slowl as Kyza smiled at her. That was the first time she'd seen his face as anything other than a frown. She couldn't help smiling back, though weakly, just as his was. There were different reasons why Brayden's smile was as small as it was than Kyza probably had, though at least both of them could smile at a time like this. Brayden didn't particularly like Kyza's explaination about how the infected were sticking around in stalls but she took solace in the fact that Kyza seemed to still be on high alert. Brayden found herself gradually inching toward Kyza, knowing safety in his zone of destruction. He knew how to use a sword and a gun. He was strong and sharp, something Brayden found attractive, if only because she was normally scared constantly from such beings atacking her. Knowing Kyza was on her side eased the mind of the young redhead.<br><br>"D-Do you like b-books?" Brayden asked shyl, trying to think about something different than the all encompassing apocalypse that plagues the world around her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 05:01:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza knew the purpose behind the question of the redhead of early years; she needed a distraction from all the gore and death that suddenly filled the entire planet. Always one to be honest, he decided that he would reveal his choice in literature to the young Brayden. It may distance her from him, but feeling her body heat edge closer to him, he felt that for the time being, it would be a good choice. There needed to be no chance of hinderance if there were to be any sneak attacks.<br><br>"Yeah, I read books all the time," Kyza said. "I read manga most of the time; something to remind me of my culture. Although, I have taken a bit of interest to the graphic novels of an erotic nature of Americans. Some of them can be quite romantic, though I can't say I care for the rape scenes. That's just not my thing; even though the erotic art of my country seems to enjoy it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 05:23:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden knew manga, at least by its name. However, the erotic standpoint made her a little weary. At least he wasn't into rape... rape... Brayden thought on that for a minute. That kind of thing disturbed her and her body shook briefly before she snapped back to reality. "I r-read A-Anything... mostly. I like m-manuals and n-non-fiction... as well as other th-things... Any b-book will do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 05:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza let out a brief chuckle, amazed at how she was undaunted by his admittance to liking erotic novels. There might have been more to the girl that he thought, but it could not be much, as she was still stuttering and shaking like a child about to go into a haunted house. Trying to think of something to ease her nerves further, he took her last statement into consideration.<br><br>"Well, I'm sure there's a bookstore somewhere in here," he said with a calm, harsh-free tone. "If you think you can brave the store to find it, be my guest. I'll be right here waiting for the others, so I can tell them to wait for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 03:14:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden shook her head quickly. No, walking through this death-trap of a store by herself, without someone to keep the infected from killing her would be madness, pure insanity. "I h-have p-plenty in the sh-ship... J-Just trying to make s-small talk..." She said in Japanese, looking down at her feet timidly. "I just w-want to get back into m-my home again soon as p-possible."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 03:22:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We all want to go back home," Kyza admitted, more to himself than to Brayden. "Japan is my home; or, at least, it used to be. I made a judgement call for an organization I worked for, and then it seemed I had to leave or be killed. So, to America I went..." <br><br>He stopped himself there; he had to ask himself why he even went that far in his story for some timid, terrified, and tormented young girl. There was no reason for him to do so, but there he went, almost telling her about his days running from the Yakuza, to whom he once served. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 03:31:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				M-My father was a scientist back in his early d-days..." Brayden muttered in response to Kyza's story with her own. "Th-Then he retired and m-moved to The Shetland Islands to h-herd sheep. He married Mother and h-had me. Since we were w-wealthy I was able to g-get my sh-ship.But mother and father... are d-dead..." Brayden kept her eyes square on her feet the whole time. It wasn't a good expwerience to remember. After the infected and the f-flooding I went to s-sea."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 03:57:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza listened to Brayden with half-interest; he at least found out how she got such a hi-tech boat. That was the one thing he had on his mind for a while that bothered him. Looking over his shoulder back down to her, he saw that she was still shaking, even though there was no sounds to be heard at all for the past few minutes.<br><br>"Geez, enough with the shakes already," Kyza said, although not very harshly. "There's nothing dangerous here now, so just relax. If you keep shaking like that, you'll only attract more attention to yourself and give away any cover you hope to achieve. Trust me, that is not something you want right now. Just do that for me, and maybe I'll be even more careful to protect you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 01:28:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden was surprised by Kyza's next words. He was nice, after all. If only just a bit, Brayden could stop shaking for that kind of display, a small smile stretching across her lips. She stopped shaking, though only just enough. There was always fear in Brayden, of course. However, this time her fear was much smaller, much more controlled. "Th-Thank you..." Brayden muttered, a little secure. "Do you wear t-tattoos?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 01:38:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course she would ask about a tattoo. Somehow, some way, someone asked if he had a tattoo. He had one right across his back, and one around his right arm; signs of the Yakuza. However, he was not about to reveal his secret yet; it was almost certain that no one from the Yakuza remained, but that slight degree of uncertainty bothered Kyza.<br><br>"Yeah, I have a couple," Kyza answered truthfully. "However, you will not know where they are, or what they are, so long as I can help it. I show no one, until I know it is safe. There's a danger for knowing what they are, and I would appreciate it if you press this issue no further."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 01:46:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden's smile was somewhat short lived with Kyza's next question. Yakuza, certainly, by how he spoke. Brayden could glean quite a bit more information off people than they thought. It was automatic, of course. Brayden simply spent every moment, waking or not, learning things. "Wh-what about m-martial arts?" Brayden asked, curious as to how authentic this Yakuza was and wanting to know what to inspect were the worst to happen. For all she knew an alien spaceship could crash down and brainwash him to kill her. After all, if humans had space travel then aliens could too!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 01:51:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did you really have to ask that question?" Kyza asked rhtorically. To him, that question should have already have been answered. "Pretty much all my life. As you can see, I'm also trained in swordsplay. Also, just so you know, I'm Japanese. Now, anything else that you need to ask?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 01:58:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden balked at Kyza's words. Her mind whorled a little bit, circling with thoughts around. She wanted to learn suddenly, more vastly even than before. Her body spoke for her. "T-teach m-me..." She said almost forcefully. Though Brayden's voice wasn't something that couldn't even be in the same sentence as a word like that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:04:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza actually turned around to look at the young girl who could not stop shaking; she really had said that she wanted him to teach her martial arts. Kyza's respect for Brayden increased by a small amount, but he was sure that after just a minute of training, she would collapse. Then again, she had surprised him before.<br><br>"I highly doubt you'd be able to handle the particular style I've been trained in," he said in a flat tone. "However, if you really think you could, maybe when we're not in danger. Say, on the boat, for example. However, get one thing through your head before you decide; you may be small, and you may be a woman, but I will not take it easy on you in the least. That is not how you learn."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:09:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden almost feinted at Kyza's words but her little legs stayed holding for her as her logical mind crunched the numbers to probability of her demise. Thinking about what martial arts would give her against the numbers that pointed to her death Brayden was devastatingly disturbed at the odds put against her. She was used to dealing with failure margins in the hundred thousandths place at the very least. Here it was full numbers... and more than were pointing to success! Still.. it was martial arts. Brayden felt fear always and, just maybe, if she learned the martial arts 19 years of cowardice could be relieved. Safety...<br><br>"I w-want to l-learn..." Brayden mumbled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It doesn't sound like you do," Kyza said sternly. "First thing you must learn is confidence. Without it, you will doubt your abilities, and therefore fail to properly defend yourself. Doubt brings hesitation, and hesitation brings death. You must not feel any doubt in yourself if you wish to learn. Now, I ask again, are you sure you want to learn?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:25:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden sucked in all of the fear she could and tried to see what was under it all, not to much avail. Still there was a bit of a light inside, ready to fight for survival. "I do... I want to learn martial arts." Brayden said seriously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:31:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small smile flashed briefly once more upon Kyza's face; maybe there was indeed something to this girl. However, he would not let up on her, now that she had made her decision. She wanted to defend herself, so he was going to teach her the way he was taught; through pain, blood, tears, sweat, and agony. There was no other way Kyza knew.<br><br>"Alright, so there's that, then," Kyza said with a hint of acceptance of Brayden. "When we get away from a chance of infected attacks, I'll train you. However, you will experience pain through this. You will also bleed, most likely. There will be times that you won't be able to sleep because of the pain. However, if you can press through it, you may learn how to survive an attack."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 23:52:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shock went through Brayden. She had told him seriously and, almost bravely, that she wanted to learn martial arts. Step one to growing a spine was complete but, according to Kyzsa, step two could put Brayden through a lot of pain. Her mind reeled for a moment, crunching numbers and feeling scared before something deep inside her reached out and slapped her in the face, which scared her a little more before she realized that Kyza probably wouldn't completely kill her. After all, what good martial arts master let their students just up and die. Then again, there was nothing to stop her from that now, no rules or regulations, no tournamenrt style fighting referees. She felt fear come through he again and struggled with it for a few seconds before turning to Kyza. "Wh-what kind of martial art do you p-practice?" She asked
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 00:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whichever I feel is necessary," Kyza said bluntly. "I practice five different kinds; Lai and Mantis are my main two, but they have no practicality in situations like the ones we've been in. The other three are my own secret arts." <br><br>That last statement was a lie; they were the arts of assination with a sword, a dagger, and a gun. Were he to tell Brayden of the three, he knew, she would be able to guess for certain of his activities with the Yakuza.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 23:25:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden thought a moment on these teachings. She hadn't heard of Lai but Mantis; that was kung fu, right? Brayden hadn't ever bothered learning much about martial arts. That was literature that scared her somewhat so she had steered clear for a while and the reading she had done on martial arts was just a drop in the bucket compared to the treasure trove that she knew martial arts was. "W-What about throwing?" Brayden asked. She had always found allure in the standing grapple arts, things like Judo, Aikido or Tai Chi. They were arts that were based not around striking people but using their own movement to push them away, in one direction or another. Brayden being a recluse at heart, even if the times had compelled her to leave her otherwise safe library-like home, liked the though of simply leading something that she feared away if it got to close and, if "away" happened to be in the direction or through the air or into the ground, Brayden found even more pleasure in the thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 06:26:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Throwing?" Kyza asked, almost astonished at such a thought. "Why spend time throwing to open a kill when you can just end it in a second? No, what you will learn from me is quick, accurate, lethal blows, ending the life of those who wish you harm. In times like these, incapacitation is not enough. You need to kill; kill or be killed, as an American phrase goes, I believe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ashen Phoenix</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 07:18:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Robin arrives in the pharmacy he can tell it had been raided a few times, but there was still a fair amount of good items here as well as bandages that they would be able to use.&nbsp; He looks over at Tara and sees that the slide of her weapon is back meaning it was empty and offers her another magazine.&nbsp; "Do you know what you are doing?"&nbsp; He asks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 08:05:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shakes her head as she takes the magazine. she eyes it and the bottom of her gun silently then holds them out for him to reload "not a clue. I don't even know how to turn the safety on.." She shrugs slightly and begins to toss the medication into the cart. Tara takes it all, not knowing what they might need...And this stuff will be valuable, they can easily trade it...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 05:15:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden shivered a bit in fear at the thought of taking human lives. Her logical mind struggled with that idea, however. Were they even still able to be defined as human beings? No, surely they would be described as something profoundly different by this time. Still it was somewhat displeasing that Brayden wouldn't be made to learn something that was more inside her comfort zone. Then again, what choice did she have? Kyza was right. It was kill or be killed and Brayden had no plans for the latter. "A-Alright..." Then something came to Brayden's mind. "Breaking n-necks?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 05:37:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Breaking necks, yes," Kyza said plainly. "It causes a kill, when done right, so there would be no need to fear a rising foe. Though, with what you'd need to worry about right now, you could just tear their heads off. You just need to remember not to get bitten; we may be immune, but from what I've seen, getting bitten is not a good idea, still."<br><br>Kyza was amazed that the little Brayden would think about a neck snapping, and then even verbalize her thought. More and more, the young woman was starting to look a bit tougher in Kyza's eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 23:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A-Are there any books about m-martial arts?" Brayden asked, eager in her old ways to read about the subject long before actually trying it. If she could learn everything about it first she would be able to better visualize things. "Wh-What kind of martial arts do you th-think would be b-best for me?" Brayden asked quickly as she could, now wanting to know more. If there was no book to read about it then all she could ask was a master, right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 02:01:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The questions were beginning to get to Kyza after the last one; Brayden kept asking away, and more than one at a time now. He could only answer so much, and only as long as his patience would allow. There was respect growing for her, but only so much.<br><br>"There's books about everything," Kyza said gruffly, getting a bit irritated. "I'm sure there's a book or two about every style of every art. Bet there's all you can carry at the library. As for the best style for you, I wouldn't know; I could judge by your size, but even then, there's no telling. You just have to go with what I teach you. That answer any other questions you might have?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 02:12:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden was quick to back off from her frantic questioning. She simply sat back down against the wall, waiting for people with her rifle in her hands, ready to fire if an infected was to raise it's ugly head. "Th-Thank you," Brayden muttered as she let the subject float away. Maybe it would be best if it was all just explained througfh the training or whatever Kyza was to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 04:20:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyza merely grunted at Brayden's thanks, not in hate, but more to show that he would not show her any special treatment during his training early on. From his experience, he knew that a teacher that showed pity or liking to a student would teach them at an equal, and thus would not teach them properly. A teacher had to be sure to let the student know that they had more knowledge in their subject than they did, lest the student believe he knew more than the teacher already. <br><br>"Where the hell are the other two?" Kyza then asked, ready to leave the store. "If they don't show up soon, we may have to go look for them and drag them out of this store. So help me if they decided to just stay in the adult section. Anything in that wagon from that section is getting thrown out and sliced up, for sure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Water's Edge</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tankou</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 01:35:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brayden blushed at Kyza's remarks about the adult section. That kind of thing wasn't appropriate, especially in such times. Brayden shook her head a bit at the thought of it and returned her mind to martial arts. There was so much to think about. Preferably Brayden wouldn't like making herself any smaller against an opponent than she already clearly was. He would teach her things but Brayden felt the fear climb up her spine as she thought seriously on just what the training would be like. She'd read about how, in the old days of martial arts, only a handful of students ever emerged from training alive and, in desperate times like this, there weren't any good medical facilities or any such things to care for Brayden in case the worst were to happen. Sure she had the ship's medical bay but that was, at best, a study turned into an operation room. And Brayden was probably the only one in the group with the slightest incling of surgical technique or anything like that.
			</dd>
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