the Cabin [OPEN]
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Extreme =&gt; Extreme Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: dakabn on 18-07-2011, 05:40:35</h2>
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				Title: <strong>the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 05:40:35</strong>
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				This game has not seen activity in years, and it no longer is relevant to me, but thanks to everyone!
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [XXX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 05:48:20</strong>
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				It's a chilly evening, even for summer. Even for summer in this climate. It's cooler than places farther south, but usually warmer this time of year. Not that Lana was complaining. Not at all. She liked it cold. She liked to curl up in blankets on her couch and drink hot cocoa. She couldn't watch snow, though. It wasn't THAT cold. But she did watch a "Christmas in July" marathon on some TV channel. It was currently showing Charlie Brown's Christmas. The sap that she was, she always cried when they sang around the little Christmas tree.<br><br>She'd never know someone has come to her door unless they knocked. She lived about a 5 minute drive from town. It was perfectly quiet. And that's how she preferred it. Away from the noise. Away from anyone. She worked in town and she socialized in town, but she liked knowing she could go somewhere to be perfectly alone. Where she could bum out all day or actually sit writing poems or some short story. <br><br>She had a couple of real jobs. She was a substitute at the schools. There were enough children that they didn't need to put them all in a one-room school house, but there was only one elementary, one middle and one high school. There was a tiny community college but mostly it was equipped so students could do distance learning. Others went away to college. <br><br>She sniffed and changed the channel. She never did like the stop-motion movies. She found a corny romantic comedy on a family channel, shouted with enthusiastic glee as she hopped up to make a bag of microwave popcorn hoping it'd be done before the commercial was over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [XXX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 06:02:08</strong>
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				There was a knock at the door and a dirty stranger on the doorstep.&nbsp; He had a rugged, tired handsomeness about him and a healthy dusting of whiskers to indicate it had been a while since he'd been near a razor.&nbsp; "Sorry for the disturbance, ma'am, but my car broke down and I was hoping I could use your phone."&nbsp; His plaid shirt had a bit of an oil stain, presumably from his attempt at repairs but his hands were clean and he had a sharp look in his bright blue eyes.<br><br>Those eyes couldn't help but smile as they took in the attractive figure before them.&nbsp; "Mind if I come in?&nbsp; It's a tad nippy out here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [XXX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 06:27:33</strong>
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				She had her fire going and being snuggled in blankets, she only had a long sleeved shirt on. It was well-over-sized and fell halfway on her thighs. She forced a smile, not wanting to be rude, but the man made her nervous. And it WAS cold. How could she ask someone to stay outside just on paranoia. She nodded, but left the door open, closing the screen. At least that way, she could run out, having to break the screen if needed. That old oak door her deceased daddy made for her was hard to break. It made her feel nostalgic. And safe.<br><br>"I don't have a landline, but you can use my cell." She reached over the couch to grab it, too nervously rushing that she didn't realize she gave him a peek of her yellow undies. She handed it to him hoping her reluctance didn't show.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 09:24:21</strong>
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				Dave was a Chemical Engineering graduate fresh out of university, and he could hardly ask for anything more. A spanking new job with ExxonMobil looking into new ways to exploit the oil sands, a pretty paycheck at the start of each month and a decent cabin.. all for himself. He spent the first two days of his arrival settling down and unpacking at his new home, and just as well introduced himself to his colleagues during work hours and neighbors after dark. He could hardly find anyone compelling enough to hold his interest for long on the first evening, but the trip home from grocery shopping on the second night changed that. He spied a sassy enough girl at her doorstep, and had that particular cabin of hers' marked in his mind.<br><br>If there was anything that his experiences about his university days on dealing with the oil sands, he knew all about patience. By the next morning, he had it made up in his mind to visit the girl after work, and just as well the company had a policy of letting people knock off by 1 in the afternoon on Friday if they had nothing left to do. There was no question in his mind where he was headed to right after work, hopping into his car and parking it a decently, non-intrusive distance away from the girl's cabin before moving in to knock on the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 11:22:08</strong>
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				Smiling gratefully, he took her phone, trying to keep his face a mask after seeing that little flash of yellow underwear.&nbsp; Calling the nearest service station, he muttered a little into the cell until making a face and handing it back over.&nbsp; "Seems it's going to be a few hours until they can get someone up here.&nbsp; Know any place where I can wait until then?&nbsp; Maybe get a shower?"&nbsp; Looking her over, he figured it should probably be a cold shower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 17:59:12</strong>
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				Lana heard a knock on the door just as she was going to offer her shower. She gave a smile, "One moment, please," and went to the door.<br><br>Through the screen door, she saw a man who was undoubtedly handsome, but she wasn't sure she could trust him more than the scruffy man in her home now. Still, politeness and hospitality won over. Things hammered into her from her parents. She opened the door, "Hello. May I help you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 21:59:26</strong>
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				"G'day!" Dave greeted her cheerily, granting the girl an openly broad smile. While the girl wasn't a drop-dead gorgeous bombshell stunner, he was all the more happy to be able to speak with someone who wasn't a retiree or smelling of death in this neighborhood.<br><br>"I just moved in, and I'd thought to say hello to the neighbors!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 22:21:12</strong>
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				"Oh..." She furrowed her brows as she wondered where. It must have been the cabin across the pond. "Nice to meet you." She looked over the man who was there currently and back to the man at her door, "I'd invite you in, but I'm helping this man. Um... do you know anything about cars?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 23:03:08</strong>
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				Richardson walked over and reached out his strong hand to shake hands with the stranger.&nbsp; "Hi there, name's Richardson.&nbsp; It looks like I'm stranded here for a bit.&nbsp; I could think of worst places though."&nbsp; His grip was firm but he didn't try to crush the other man's hand.&nbsp; Something about the cheerful smile in Dave's eye that the big man liked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alsheriam</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 00:42:35</strong>
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				"Ah... not very much, I'm afraid." <br><br>Dave smiled rather wanly, even if he did arrive with a car of his own. So much for working for a petrochemical company of all things. Tearing his gaze away from the sweet lady who let him in without any hesitation, the company man returned the grip with equal intensity of his own, seeking not to jostle for anything. That sort of jousting was for the workplace - not now when he was just trying to be social.<br><br>"I'm David.. but my friends call me Dave." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 00:51:03</strong>
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				"I'm Lana." She looked between them awkwardly. She wasn't sure what to do. "Have either of you eaten?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 04:02:33</strong>
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				Turning back to the lovely, half-dressed vision, Richardson smiled and said, "No, but I could.&nbsp; I do have a bottle of wine in my trunk that was for a birthday party I think I'm going to miss."&nbsp; Jogging outside, he went to fetch it, figuring it would be the least he could do to repay her hospitality.&nbsp; With a smile on his face, he thought this might be the luckiest break-down in history.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 08:12:29</strong>
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				She smiled nervously and shrugged, "I'll put some stew on the stove. It's leftover. I hope you don't mind." She had made a big batch the other day. She loved stew and always made enough to last a few days when she made it. It didn't seem classy enough for wine, but she wasn't exactly concerned about etiquette. Except with strangers. She felt they'd judge her. Blushing, she moved toward her kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Cabin [OPEN]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dakabn</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 03:23:54</strong>
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				After a nice dinner and both men left, she cleaned up and went to bed to rest for the new day ahead.
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