Scars of War: Shadows of Hope
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				Title: <strong>Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySheikah</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 06:54:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Rules</strong></div><br>- <em>Russian will be said in Italics. Ex. this whole line would be considered Russian.</em><br>- If you plan on leaving the RP....please kill off your character so not to leave any loose ends.<br>- Don't rush the RP, please give people a reasonable time to get there post end before jumping to your next post. ((Same goes with sex sense.))<br>- MOST OF ALL HAVE FUN!!!&nbsp; <br><br>LadySheikah<br>MarcothTalos<br>Question Mark<br>Kaiser Maverick<br>elfguy<br>Zaer Darkwail<br>TheHatintheCat<br><br>((One day wait before skip unless told by GM))<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Starter Post</span></strong></div><br>World War III. They had always known it would happen between these two countries. The United States of America, and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (USSR). It all began out of nothing, a war between words rather than bullets. The American President had stood strong against the Communist opposition, and his bravery resulted in the death of at least a hundred million on each side. The nuclear missiles were fired, some blowing up before they could even reach their intended targets. It was catastrophic, and left the countries as wastelands, filled with radioactive waste and other dangerous and harmful substances. Food and water was imported from the remainder of the world, the patch-work Governments attempting to keep a hold on their respective nations. However, most of the supplies fell in to the wrong hands. Raiders and soldiers, the ones with the biggest weapons and largest armies were in charge.<br><br>A large detachment of elite Soviet paratroopers had invaded prior to the drop of the nuclear bombs. The entire west coast of the United States was painted red, and was advancing at an alarming rate when the incident happened. <strong>Field Officer Aric Fisher</strong> company of soldiers had been one of the forward units, leading the charge through the north of the country. On that day, the day the sky changed color, he lost most of his men. Plenty of good men that he had served with for years. If it wasn't for luck -- their discovery of an underground warehouse -- they would have been incinerated or worse... disfigured and tormented with radiation. Only three made it. Himself, second squad's <strong>Sergeant Hannibal Klotaviski</strong> -- a Polish soldier -- and <strong>Corporal Ghost</strong> and <strong>Sargent Akim Ivanov</strong> of third squad. A few days ago, they came across <strong>Lieutenant Ludvig Ivanov</strong> of another regiment, found wandering through the forest that had become their residence for the previous week. And not long after that they found another of there own, <strong>Corporal Sorina Eltsina</strong>. A junior pilot in the USSR Air Force, that had brought a number of paratroopers onto U.S. soil.<br><br>The warehouse had very little supplies, so <strong>Aric Fisher</strong> had decided that they had to start moving somewhere else. Then came the rumors of a large, underground bunker in the next state, that had enough weapons, ammunition and supplies for ten years. Information gotten when they captured <strong>Jay Deleram</strong> a young Mercenary soldier and former Green Barret. With seven of them living there -- perhaps another couple of Soviet soldiers they found on their travels -- they could ration that supply for even further, if required.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Sergeant Hannibal Klotaviski</strong> had been expressing his opinion on the myth of this bunker, which he didn't think existed. And if it did, it was probably occupied by various American Generals and soldiers. He just didn't want to get his hopes up. <strong>Field Officer Aric Fisher</strong>was a little more optomistic on the matter -- which was a first for him -- and told them he was certain it was empty, and that the stories of supplies stocked to the ceiling were true. However, their plan was interrupted with the sound of a helicopter from above. The Russians scrambled for cover, but the sound of an M240 machine gun from the side-door nearly wiped them out before they could hit the deck. However, one was lost. A young Staff Sergeant they had only found the day before. <br><br><strong>Ghost</strong> aimed her assault rifle in to the sky and pulled back on the trigger twice, missing both times. The helicopter circled round for another attack, <strong>Aric Fisher</strong> was inches away from receiving a painful bullet to the left knee. Without any sort of anti-aircraft weapon, they were going to have to rely on luck to bring this thing down -- or running away, which most of them quietly agreed on. <strong>Corporal Ghost</strong>, <strong>Sargent Akim Ivanov</strong> and <strong>Jay Deleram</strong>&nbsp; were the first to begin retreating, followed by <strong> Fisher </strong> dragging along there captive <strong>Jay Deleram</strong>.&nbsp; <strong>Klotaviski</strong>, however, insisted on bringing this thing down. He lowered himself on one knee and unloaded a good number of ammunition on the flying fortress, however he was dragged away by his Lieutenant.<br><br>In the helicopter, PFC Alex pulled back on the trigger of the machine gun, determined to kill these four communists before they hid themselves in the foliage of the woods. "You gotta go round for another run! I already got one!" Shouted the gunner, holding on as the soldiers on the ground re-appeared in her vision. "I can't see them! Where are they?" She muttered, when suddenly something went horribly wrong. Some gun-shots returned from the ground, but she couldn't quite make out from where. The next thing he knew, the helicopter was heading for the ground fast. How was this possible? Had she hit something important? Or was it just a horrible, horrible coincidence at the most horrible, horrible time?<br><br>Alex was not sure what happened, but all of a sudden blast of high picked sounds started to blast into her helmet headset from the helicopters AAU. The only thing holding her and her fellow crew member's in the falling death trap was there gunner belts. A sharp shard of metal cutting her's threw and threw on impact and flinging her out of the burning wreck.<br><br>It took a few minute for her to come too. Her world spinning around as she slowly sat up, a sharp pain running up her right side and someone yelling feeling her ears. Turning slowly to see the men that had been firing at there aircraft. It did not take the door gunner long to know if she did not run she would be shot dead on the spot. But running was not an easy task in a full flight suit, flight gear and helmet. Not having any time to remove any of it. Hell, the men now chasing after her would not even be able to tell her sex.<br><br>Thank god she was fast on her feet, darting threw the trees that had once blocked her view of the enemy now help cover her. Every now and then hearing a gun shot and at times feeling the round past only inches from her. Alex's breathing was heavy, the face guard on her helmet making it hard to breath. Yet she knew if she stopped of even a moment to remove it she would be dead. Eyes focused only on the path that laid before her. Hearing the men chasing her only steps behind her. Yet she did not dare look back.<br><br>It must have been three or four miles before her luck finally ran out. Not watching where her footing was Alex found herself falling almost four feet to the ground below. Having ran off what could only be seen as a small cliff. The soldier landing wrong on her foot and she felt her ankle give way. Falling face first into the ground below. Standing slowly only to stumble and hear a gun only inches behind being loaded for a final shot.<br><br>She knew then if she ran she would be dead, and if she didn't run she would bed dead. The only thing she could do was raise her hands to the back of her head and hope the man or men behind her would not shoot her in the back.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 08:18:49</strong>
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				(One thing myself and Lady have agreed to post as our second characters between the other posts, So I guess after Maverick would be best?)<br><br><br>Hearing the chopper Hannibal cursed himself as the rest of the men dropped into the trees with his movements. He might have not been the leader of the group, but his animal instincts of survival took over most all of his life threatening situations. Dropping to a knee he cursed in Polish, and aimed the machine gun up towards the chopper flying over head. Letting the rounds free Hannibal fired not towards the cockpit, which was mostly armored the heaviest, instead he took aim with several ten round bursts at the tail section as the rounds ripped into the tail and severed a few of the hydraulic lines. The tail rotor losing its speed sent the chopper into a spin towards the ground as the chopper wailed like a beast before it hit the ground and crushed itself, but not before sending the gunner firing at them through the air and towards the woods in front of them. Looking back towards the Aric, although he was an uptight bastard of an officer, Hannibal still considered this wound an attack against a brother. Though he was not Russian they were the ones who saved his family and himself from crime. Snarling at the gunner Hannibal stood up to rush forward as he called back to the little one Ghost "Let's go little lady, got a American to kills."<br><br>Smiling back to the shifty corporal Hannibal unslung his 240B and tossed it to the off beat LT they ran into a few days ago and tore after the gunner with an anger only blood ever stopped. Moving through the woods Hannibal kept his .45 out firing at the shorter man still wearing all his gear, even though he had never been known for his endurance, his anger would keep him going long enough before his heart exploded from the length of running, to kill this American. His large figure was rushing through the trees as he heard the little one actually fire past him as well, it shocked Hannibal that the woman actual had grown a pair of balls and fight. Smirking, Hannibal chased the gunner down for the entire distance almost wanting to just stop with his over-sized body heaving until luck struck him for once in the past weeks, the American slipped and fell off a small ledge onto their helmet. Before the gunner could get up fully Hannibal breathing heavy fired a round past the head of the man and stood on the raised piece of land heaving as he kept his pistol on the helmet covered gunner. <br><br>"Turn around American, before I start at yee knees and move up from there." Smiling at the Gunner Hannibal waited till the American turned around before he stood there with his eyes wide seeing the hair out the bottom of the helmet. Snaring his lip as he jumped down towering over the much smaller gunner and reached up ripping off the helmet exposing what he thought was real, it was a woman. Putting his hands on his hips Hannibal smirked and shook his head as he breathed in heavy and holstered the under his right arm, which was muscled enough to be the size of the much smaller woman's head. Looking back seeing Ghost still aimed in on the new woman he nodded and looked back at the American shaking his head before his pulled out his machete and stood to the side of her swinging it in his hand with a twisting of his wrist. "Walk." Is all he said as he grabbed the American woman by the hair and jerked her towards the crash and kicked her with a massive leg knocking her towards the little one known as Ghost. His breathing was calming down as he moved forward his eyes moving from the American to Ghost his eyes showing his anger and no doubt it was obvious that he wanted to kill this gunner, slowly. Although he was quick to anger and slow to hold back, he was still a loyal soldier, and with him not being the highest rank, he had people to answer to and orders to follow, he would let Aric decide what to do with this bitch.
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				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 12:39:55</strong>
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				<strong>Cole Madu: Evaluating the situation</strong><br><br>The apocalypse, he definitively decided, was not the worst of his troubles.<br><br>Private Second Class Cole Kilo Madu of the United States Army, western defense corp, 23rd mechanized infantry battalion, B company, 4th platoon, kilo squad, peered down the barrel of his rifle at a distant dust-choked pocket of trees.&nbsp; He was using the iron sights as a range finder, and quickly estimated that the thicket of trees and the smoky debris of the helicopter were just over eight hundred meters away.<br><br>Several figures milled around the still burning husk, all of them Russian.&nbsp; He could tell by the shape of their weapons and the way they strutted about.&nbsp; No American soldier would ever slouch like that, placing one foot in front of the other as if they were cement blocks.&nbsp; Cole sneered, his left hand resting on the barrel, his right covering the trigger guard.&nbsp; The M16A2 wasn't rated for such long range targets.&nbsp; All he would do by firing on them would give away his position - and existence - to the troglodytes poking around the heli.&nbsp; They had superior numbers (at least 4 to 1, but there could be more in the forest), and--<br><br><em>Click</em><br><br>Cole, who had been lying prone, immediately flipped himself over, M16 cradled in the hollow of his shoulder.&nbsp; Wide eyes scanned the surroundings hilltop.&nbsp; Nothing but loose dust, dead grass, and a slightly bent bronzed sign, rainbows etched on its surface from the intense radiation of the nuclear weaponry.&nbsp; He carefully rose to a crouching position.&nbsp; <em>Something</em> had to have made that sound.<br><br>But there was nothing there.<br><br><em>It's finally happening</em> he though to himself, wiping the sweat off his slick forehead.&nbsp; <em>The trauma's setting it.&nbsp; I'm going batshit.</em><br><br>Shaking his head, Cole turned back to the valley below.&nbsp; The nearby warehouse was surrounded by a vast parking lot, capable of holding hundreds of eighteen wheelers.&nbsp; The helicopter was burrowed into the ground about two hundred meters east of the edge of the pavement.&nbsp; It was all open ground, at least until the landscape dipped slightly and turned into a dense thicket of woodland several miles long.&nbsp; And now...<br><br>The soldier squinted and sighted down his rifle again.&nbsp; Yes, there were three more Russians.&nbsp; Wait, two Russians and - was that a prisoner?<br><br>Cole raised his head and bare eyed it.&nbsp; Yes, that was <em>definitely</em> an American.&nbsp; The head was all fuzzy, which meant long hair.&nbsp; Probably a woman.&nbsp; Her bulky suit meant she had been the pilot of the helicopter.&nbsp; Finally, a picture of what had gone down pieced itself together in Cole's head.&nbsp; The heli had spotted the Russians and somehow flushed them out of the warehouse.&nbsp; The Russians had returned fire and somehow downed the beast.&nbsp; If they had stumbled upon a days old wreckage, the pilot would have been long gone, not captured.<br><br>That sealed the deal.&nbsp; With the appearance of two more Ruskies, and the revelation they had the firepower to down a warbird, there was no way he was going to engage them.&nbsp; Even if he had a marskman's rifle and the element of surprise, the Russian squad could storm his position.&nbsp; Besides, he only had a hundred bullets.&nbsp; He needed to save his aggression for when it mattered.<br><br>With that settled, the soldier set his rifle aside on a spread of cloth, then grabbed at his duffel which lay on his opposite side.&nbsp; He pulled out a pair of standard issue binoculars and a canteen.&nbsp; Cole adjusted his position slightly, digging his thighs into the dirt, and propped his head up on his elbows.&nbsp; He may not be able to hold his own in a firefight, no matter how many advantages he had, but he could wait and observe.&nbsp; Maybe they had supplies he could steal.&nbsp; Or he could do something about that pilot.&nbsp; Maybe Jesus would come over the Rockies with the entire goddamn US Army at his back, and then he could report his meaningless scouting to the Lord Himself.&nbsp; Or maybe he could take advantage of this newfound freedom, and make light of America's bleakest hour.<br><br>Cole smiled, peering through the binoculars and taking a swig of warm water.&nbsp; Even Russians had to sleep at some point.
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				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 14:28:10</strong>
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				Sorina was sitting on the ground when the sound came. She recognized it right away, and yelled at the others. "<em>An American helicopter!</em>" She spoke Russian to them. As a young Soviet pilot, having been rescued by her new companions just a few days earlier, she spoke Russian very well, and English, less so...<br><br>An helicopter noise, however, is something she could recognize instantly. When they spotted it, and several members of her group started to fire at it, she wanted to join the fray. But she was not an army soldier, and had no heavy gun. All she had on her revealing outfit was a few emergency rations in one pocket, and a small TT-33 handgun in the other. There was no way bullets from such a gun would be of any use, so she didn't even bother firing. It would be a waste of ammo.<br><br>When the helicopter finally went down, she cheered at Hannibal. "<em>Way to go!</em>" The man didn't seem to hear her however, being completely focused on running after the one American girl who was running away, along with most of the group. Sorina, however, was more interested in the helicopter. She went towards the down bird, hoping to find something of use.<br><br>The vehicle was wrecked, unusable, and there were flames coming out of the engine which looked quite dangerous. She decided to take a quick look anyways. Climbing onboard, she immediately noticed the pilot was dead, a large metal support having impaled him straight across the chest. Sorina winced at the sight, but in her usual defiant manner, she shrugged the sight away and kept going. She went to the pilot seat, and noticed the co-pilot was still breathing, moving slightly around, bleeding heavily from several injuries.<br><br>Sorina pulled her handgun and pointed it at the American co-pilot. He noticed her and froze, his hand going for his own M-9 handgun laying on the ground near him. But Sorina motioned for him not do move. "<em>Don't move!</em>" she said in Russian, then added in her broken English accent "American pig!" The man was obviously in a lot of pain and could barely keep his eyes open, so he didn't bother trying anything.<br><br>Sorina looked around the cockpit, and quickly found a few more emergency rations that she pocketed for later use, as well as a handheld radio. It looked like it still had power but she couldn't hear anything out of it. Not knowing if it would be of any use, she decided to bring it along.<br><br>Turning back to the man, she wondered what to do with him. However, it turned out that she didn't get to decide after all. He was already dead.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 17:25:48</strong>
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				(Note that my char; Jay Deleram, is already prisoner and despite exotic looks he is american stock clearly)<br><br>Jay had retreated along with other soviet soldiers, like he had much choice consider he was handcuffed and he had no weapons (confiscated by russians). He was dragged but consider he wore his dark elather mercenary outfit and not american uniform he may very well fired by the helicopter so he had reason to avoid being in range of the helicopter gun! But once he heard the well taled sounds of crashing helicopter he said; <em>"Heh, it seems your guys got lucky and hit the unarmored engine parts of the tail."</em> As part of his training Jay had been trained to speak russian, and it helped he in past got one russian backgrounded girl (a civilian).
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				Post by: <strong>Kaiser Maverick</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 02:56:04</strong>
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				Aric smiled at his latest work lately.His father and mother said he would never amount to anything and just look at what he had done.He was surviving World War III.He grabbed the scruff of Jay's collar and dragged him a decent distance.<em>Keep talking,son of a bitch,and your gonna lose that tongue.</em>And to show he wasn't joking he threw him to the ground,pulled his knife from his shoulder holster and dropped it over Jay's head.It landed an inch from his eye but the serated edge took a good amount of flesh away.He picked up the knife and wiped the blood on the american's shirt.<em>Next time will be worse.</em>He picked him back up and returned to where every one was.<br><br>Aric was a hardass but he had a good reason.He didn't need anyone dieing on his hands.It bad enough these two countries had to fuck up relations but to this extent?Sheer stupidity.He looked over at Hannibal and saw he already had a escapee in hand.Aric tossed him a set of handcuffs and then Jay at his feet."Your on babysitting duty.Cuff her and watch them.The is no way in hell they should escape.NO WAY."he said making sure to clear state his point.<br><br>He turned to Sorina and watched her look at the dead man.He pointed to the body and the the choppers."Search him then the others.Who knows maybe we can get something useful."<br><br>He then turn to Ghost.She had all the feminine features of a women,yet the battle skills of a harden soldier.Her and Sorina seemed on in the same.Both quiet and deadly.<em>Ghost.</em>Your with me.We'r doing a&nbsp; sweep in a five mile radius.Can you handle it."he said as he wiped&nbsp; flecks off of his clothing."I don't need survivors coming after us."as he prepped his sniper rifle.
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				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 03:06:53</strong>
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				Sorina didn't wait for the order before searching the pilot. However, he had nothing on him, and his handgun didn't even have bullets in it. Sighing, she went back to the group and stood there, just in front of Hannibal and the two prisoners. Hearing Aric's orders, she thought <em>One guy to watch two prisoners? I better keep an eye open too.</em><br><br>She looked at the new American girl. She was pretty, but Sorina wasn't into girls, so her thoughts remained there. However, she always liked looking at Jay. He was an American, an enemy, but he was pretty handsome looking. She gave him a devious smile, one that was vague on purpose, and could mean <em>I'm going to kill you</em> or <em>I want to have sex with you.</em><br><br>She then realized she was holding a radio, and handed it to Aric. "<em>Here. I don't know if it works but it may be of some use.</em>" She then crossed her arms, standing there, looking around and waiting for the others in the group to get on with their tasks, but stayed near the prisoners, just in case Hannibal needed help. She wasn't holding any weapon, her handgun being hidden in her pants pocket, and wasn't an elite soldier, but she knew how to fight, and could handle a prisoner without too much trouble should the need arise.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kaiser Maverick</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 03:12:27</strong>
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				He took and eyed Sorina for a second.He looked over the radio ans mad sure it was in working condition.He then handed her his spotters lens."Watch our sixes and dont kill the prisoners."
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 03:44:00</strong>
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				When knife had fell Jay had got no time to flinch away from the blade when it landed, when Aric made his threat Jay decided it to be wiser to be quiet despite strong urge talk back to him.<br><br><em>Do not talk back to this sort guys, their walking fuse wires ready to trigger the bomb.</em><br><br>Jay sat where he was put down and saw the other prisoner, Jay looked her curiously and especially tried recognize which unit she was from by checking her military tags or any marks. However his study was drawn away from feeling Sorina's gaze on him. He looked back on her to see her devious smile, which either meant she would love use her knives on him. Either to stab and slice him or slice his clothes off, either way it made Jay nervous and same time anxious. He dared give her similar double meaning smile and bit defiant spark in his eyes which could be saying; <em>Bring it on bitch, show what cards you play on.</em><br><br>When newer prisoner was handcuffed he cheerily said to her (in english); "Oh hi, welcome to our russian friends led camping trip."
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				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 03:49:02</strong>
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				Sorina chuckled at the look Jay gave her. She enjoyed a bit of a challenge, and knew the two of them would get something going at some point. But when he spoke to the new prisoner, she took a firm expression again and bent down, slapping him in the face with her hand. "No talk!" she said in her broken English accent.<br><br>She stayed there, right in front of him, waiting to see if he would retort or try something.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 05:34:39</strong>
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				((I rather not do an order, it would delay the RP by a ton, since some people are here all day while others would barely do a post every 3-4 days. As long as no one monopolizes it I don't see the need.))<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 05:38:25</strong>
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				(((Alright but I only ask no god modding, not saying anyone has but make sure you watch that and I hope you don't mind that when I post I never ever do less than two big paragraphs. Please hold off I am typing a post and dont want to mix us all up so let me post will be up in the next twenty minutes)))
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				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 06:14:03</strong>
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				As he walked back with ghost Hannibal looked up to Aric and smirked at him, he might have been a smaller man then himself, but the Russian did show a command about himself, though he never really showed it against the team, jsut the American they already had with them. Hannibal lifted the young woman gunner off her feet and flipped her over his knee like she was a child as he pulled her wrist behind her back, easily pinning them long enough to cuff her, making sure to lock them down tight. After locking them in place he looked at her jumpsuit how it hugged her firm ass, he only stared for a moment and shook the brute instinct out of his head and tossed her like a bag of meat onto the ground next to the male they already had.<br><br>Looking over the pilot they had with the, the woman wearing what looked like a spring retreats outfit rather than combat gear. Snorting Hannibal saw the look she gave the prisoner and just sighed looking at the man as he shook his head and muttered a cursing in Polish before he walked towards the smaller woman, <em>"Keep your fucking eyes on the LT's ass and not the American's dick."</em> Shaking his head Hannibal turned back to the American they had taken a while ago and moved directly in front of him as he squatted down and looked directly into the American's eyes with his own very bright green ones. His blackened face from a rough stubble beard that was forming and a short cut mohawk that was on top of his pale head. He seemed to use his straight razor still on his head but not his face. "Listen boy, you talk back or make another comment like that, I will cut thee tongue out and make sure you live long enough to find out what your balls taste like." Pulling the Hitler youth knife from his boot Hannibal placed it against the cut on the side of his face and press the tip near his eyes "Are we clear boy?" <br><br>Glaring Hannibal smirked and shook his head as he stood up and turned to collect his MG putting away from the prisoner and sheathing his knife. coughing slightly from the run that had his body needing water. Pulling out his canteen he took a drink and sighed as he watched the prisoners knowing that Aric had always been right on his feelings when he had the, but he also knew that they couldn't depend on&nbsp; the facts of this supposed bunker. He thought it was all bullshit, but would humor the group as long as was needed, after all he was a survivor, if needed he would butcher the one called Jay and feed him to the group. Resting back Hannibal sat on the ground leaning his back on a tree as he faced the two his MG pointed directly at them while he reloaded the weapon and pulled the low ammo belt free linking up with the end of the current 150 round one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySheikah</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 08:30:17</strong>
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				Alex did as asked of her by the enemy soldier. Turning around slowly with, resting her hands on her helmet. However, her helmet would not stay on for long as the over sized bully tore the thing off her head. Showing the two soldiers just what they where chasing after. Thinking very carefully about grabbing her side arm only to catch the sight of another Russian soldier pointing a weapon at her. This one a female. A machete blocking Alex’s view of Ghost as Hannibal gave her the command to walk, at the same time feeling the man grab a hand full of hair causing Alex’s head to go back some. <br><br>Her first few steps where nothing but subbles. Clearly her hurt ankle giving her problems as she was forced to walk back toward the crashed helicopter. <br><br>_____<br><br>The walk was painful for Alex to manage, enough pain to cause the girl’s eyes to water. But she knew they would not care about there new captive’s injury. Ghost looking back every once and a while to see what was keeping Hannibal and their captive. But the walk would be over soon, watching who she took as the leader of this little group tossing the man that had her by the hair a pare of handcuffs before giving out an order. <br><br>Ghost had came up behind Hannibal and Alex, having stopped to take a look at the mess that was once a helicopter. Seeing the dead trapped in there cold metal grave. It was no sooner then she had rejoined the group that she heard her officer call out for her to join him in doing a sweep of the area. Could he not see that she had just ran a good three miles after the woman her and Hannibal just brought back. But like always, with out a word she did as told. Fixing her weapon back to her back and started out on the sweep. Not waiting for the officer to follow. <br><br>At first Alex just thought the man that had damn near pulled her back to this area was just going to cuff her and put her next to what seemed to be another captive. But no, that did not quite happen. Feeling the Polish&nbsp; lift her off her feet and in one smooth -- okay not so smooth -- movement had her flipped over his knee like a child. Before she knew it her wrist where being pulled behind her back and the cold metal slapped onto her. The metal damn near digging into her flesh. It was only when she felt him stop for a moment did she dare to try and put up a fight…even though she knew it was worthless to try. Even if she did get away they would have a bullet in her back with in seconds with her ankle as fucked up as it was now. <br><br>In moments though she was tossed to the ground next to the other captive. Hearing the comment he had to say only followed by a quick slap to his face. Listen to each enemy soldier take turns treating the man before looking up at him from where she was tossed as if to say, ‘Guess you should keep your mouth shit.’<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 04:12:42</strong>
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				When Jay was now scratched by blade to other side of his face by Hannibal, it made him smirk after his words but he remained quiet. He again would had got quite several fancy witty words, and it showed in his expression but he found it wiser to be quiet now. Or else he got dozen more scars besides one he has got already.<br><br><em>Yet another rambo soldier boy besides other one suppose.</em><br><br>But after Hannibal and other soldiers are well gone expect the russian woman who kept eye on him Jay just hummed and nodded head as reply to Alex's words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 04:32:27</strong>
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				Sorina watched the group head out for a sweep of the area, leaving just her and Hannibal behind to watch over the two captives. She stood there, her arms crossed on her chest, watching Hannibal play with one of the prisoner and then sit down against a tree. She chuckled, and commented, loud enough for him to hear. "<em>Wonder if Aric would mind if we had a bit of fun with the prisoners before the others came back?</em>" She eyed the two of them, wondering what their bodies were like under their clothes.<br><br>Still, she wouldn't act alone, and for now just sat down in the grass, a few feet away from the two prisoners. She looked at the new girl, and to pass the time, tried to chat a bit in her broken English. "You American soldier? You fly boy too? Me fly plane, helicopter." She wasn't sure if the girl had understood her. It always felt weird for her to speak English, and wished she had learned more of it back in school.<br><br>She stretched her muscles, which showed off quite a bit of her chest, under her tight tank top, while waiting for their answers<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiser Maverick</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 04:37:12</strong>
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				He looked over at Gost and pointed.<em>Take to the east.Any trouble,fire your flare.</em>he said a he walked off,not looking at her.He click the safety of of his Desert Eagle.One thing he was almost as acurate with as a sniper rifle,was a pistol.He followed behind Ghost silently,ever quiet.He whispered into the radio which sounded off in Sorinas back pocket.“Hannibal can you see us.Hannibal repeat.The scope had a low heat sensore.All though it wasnt accurate it did the job.The kept soft as the slowly,unaware,neared Cole's position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySheikah</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 04:57:28</strong>
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				Alex did not speak a word of Russian. Okay maybe she spoke a few words and by a few words she did mean a few. Maybe five or so, thus when the two guards started to speak in there native tongues they completely lost her. Taking her time to slowly sit up, the Russian Woman's words catching her somewhat off guard. It was clear the girl did not speak English well, and Alex's sharp tongue would become clear, "Do you understand what Go To Hell means? But yea I fly."<br><br>Letting her words set in she would try and move closer to her fellow captive. Her next words nothing more then whispers, "So do you know what they where talking about?"<br><br>**Sorry Short. But my window at work just got busy**<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:08:25</strong>
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				Jay replied to Alex in low murmuring whisper, avoiding move his lips much to reveal he was talking; "Just heard 'prisoners' and 'fun' part clearly. I can guess the rest part." When Sorina stretched she could notice Jay stared her bust brief moment before he drew eyes away, to clearly avoid upset her with his clearly curious yet appreciating glance. Few times Jay had talked in russian he had been smart ass but not 'passive aggrssive' hostile towards his captors. In return for him being killed he had revealed rough location and information about the bunker where group is heading. Told he had been there once worked on 'guard duties' before main structure was up before he got transfer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:19:04</strong>
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				Gritting his teeth a Sorina's comment Hannibal turned to her and smirked shaking his head at the young woman's labido. Standing up he was about to comment and stopped as he yank Sorina off the ground and flipped her around pulling the radio out from her pocket. "By the way yee English sucks Sorina." Hannibal smirked as he looked to the hill seeing the LT not far off and Ghost near him on the hill, his thick Polish accent coated his words when he spoke English, but he spoke clearly as he said the words. "Yes sir, the little one is about fifteen feet from your west. Anything wrong up there sir?" <br><br>He waited a moment to hear his response as he turned back towards Sorina speaking again in Russian <em>"What might be you idea red? I am guessing yee want the boy we have eh? Well that seems like it since yee been staring at em the whole time. What fun are you talking about?"</em> Hannibal made sure to use the word red when referring to Sorina since she was Russian and he was not, it made his own victory against her insulting tones and child like attitude. Looking down at her he would agree that Sorina made a more appealing sexual side than the American they found, but that was simply because of her strong will, this new one seemed injuried and shakey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:26:17</strong>
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				Sorina said "<em>Hey!</em>" when Hannibal pulled her up and turned her around, not happy to be manhandled by him like that. She crossed her arms again and looked at him with a firm expression while he talked in the radio. Then, when he mentioned that he had seen her look at the American prisoner, she looked down, blushing a bit. "<em>Yeah, well, it's none of your business. But yeah, he's kind of my type. Cute, wild, a bit defiant. I want to break him down at some point.</em>" She wasn't sure why she was admitting that to him, if only to pass time with conversation.<br><br>She turned her back to Hannibal, looking at the prisoners again, still standing with her arms crossed, and added "<em>And I know my English sucks, you don't have to mention it.</em>" a bit annoyed at his comment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiser Maverick</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:29:49</strong>
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				Aric sighed and damn near yelled into the radio.<em>Shut the fuck up with all the arguing!</em>If you two don't chill out I swear to Christ,both of you will have a bullet between the eye.<em>Christ!</em>Hannibal,any other heat signatures beside the Ghost and I?"he said as they walked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 05:32:39</strong>
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				<strong>Cole Madu: Prone atop a hilltop, watching those damned Ruskies</strong><br><br>The canteen drained fast.&nbsp; Too fast.&nbsp; Cole pulled the nipple away, careful not to accidentally spill any of his precious water.&nbsp; He had maybe, two gallons left.&nbsp; He didn't know of any nearby water sources.&nbsp; What he had just sipped needed to last him at least until nightfall.<br><br>The soldier replaced the cap on the canteen, sliding the ceramic away and raising his binoculars to his eyes.&nbsp; They were typical military issue: matte black, with built in range finder and three seperate magnifications, as well as specially coated lenses to reduce the chance of accidental reflections.&nbsp; It had been three minutes since the Russians pulled a prisoner out of the forest.<br><br>A <em>second</em> prisoner.&nbsp; He had fucked up earlier, mistaking the American for a Russian soldier.&nbsp; How?&nbsp; He had no idea, but he had.&nbsp; That put the count at four Russians, one KIA Ruskie, and two American PoWs.&nbsp; That evened the playing field slightly.&nbsp; If he could bust out those prisoners and get weapons in their hands, they might stand a chance.<br><br>Cole panned the binoculars over the land around the smoking heli.&nbsp; Two of the Russians were idly standing near the PoWs - and there was the corpse of the fifth Russian.&nbsp; They weren't going to bury their dead?&nbsp; He was about to spit into the dirt in disgust, but refrained, not wanting to waste water.<br><br>He continued to scan, spotting the other two Russians.&nbsp; They had peeled away and were walking about with their hands on their weapons.&nbsp; Walking with purpose.&nbsp; Were they scouting?&nbsp; Making a perimeter?&nbsp; Going to piss?<br><br>Cole didn't know, but one of them, the woman, was walking in his general direction, about five hundred meters out.&nbsp; She was probably satisfying the basic urge to reach higher ground, get a better line of sight on the surrounding terrain.&nbsp; <em>Bitch</em> he thought to himself, hastily stowing away his binoculars.&nbsp; <em>I was just getting comfortable.</em><br><br>He backcrawled away from the edge of the hill - it wasn't a steep slope, but there was a definite end to the flat top of the hill - pulling his backpack along with him.&nbsp; Once he had broken line of sight with the chopper and Russians, he pulled his M16 back as well.&nbsp; Cole shook the cloth it was resting on out, then rolled it up and stuck it in his equipment pocket.&nbsp; He then slung the rifle's strap over his shoulder, and continued to back away from the edge.<br><br><em>Should I ambush her?&nbsp; I could definitely take her down quickly, but then the rest of 'em would storm up here.&nbsp; Or I could hide and just let her pass by...</em>&nbsp; Cole's hands shook slightly from anxiety.&nbsp; <em>If I hide, she'll find me.&nbsp; If I kill her, they'll find me.</em>&nbsp; Caught by indecision, he froze.&nbsp; Crouched by the bronze sign on the far side of the hill, Cole wracked his mind, trying to find a middle ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 06:25:22</strong>
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				(I will post here on my edit. Just wanted to mention that our other russian shall now be introduced, the crazy LT if no one remembers. Nice set up with the click sound there question mark lol)<br><br>It had been two days, at least two days. So long since he had tasted anything but the bugs, or small animals he found in the woods, the water in the streams luckily had been clean since he was still alive after a few weeks of drinking it. Ludvig Ivanov knew who he was, knew he wore shining stuff on his collar, but other than that he only knew that he was not from here. It had been so long since he had seen others, and the bald black man he had seen from the hill behind him was aiming on what looked to be a fire. The chopper had crash and he had heard the gun fire, but it only brought a smile to his face. <br><br>Keeping his Mossberg 500 slung at his ribs Ludvig moved up through the woods towards him that damn branch had just sort of reached up and grabbed him. He knew the trees were against him so he moved into the open field keeping his bowie knife drawn as he crept up, The man was calm and quiet, but Ludvig knew he would have fun cutting him up for some real meat, oh how long it had been since he had tasted that. Smiling widely he was already within 50 meters of the sharpshooter on the ground. Moving slowly he saw the two others moving towards this position. Smirking he shook his head seeing that their uniforms were the same as his own. "Friends how nice. I knew I knew somebody in this world, it is rather lonely without play toys" Ludvig thought this to himself as he moved in.<br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Hannibal smirked at her comments to him as he heard Aric's orders barked over the radio. Sighing he pulled the thermal sight up from his MG and looked towards them, shocked that he actually did see two other signatures. His eyes adjusted and saw a small, animal looking signature on the ground and then another one walkign up in a tactical way towards the smaller one. Raising up the radio he kept his voice low <em>"Yes sir, two other signatures no more than 400 meters to your north. One on the ground another seems to be sneaking up to that one on the ground. Either the one on the ground doesn't know about the other or they are as insane as most Americans."</em><br><br>Looking back at Sorina Hannibal eyed this new American with a smile his lust already in full gear for Sorina and now he had a toy to use if he needed some 'fun' as she put it. Walking up to the female he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up on her knees and pulled her from the other American and left her on her knees in front of him "Sounds like a need release Sorina, have your fun, but make sure to make it quick." Hannibal winked at her and then looked down to the American woman in front of him on her knees as he turned back towards the hill and looked at Aric and Ghost again "Well what might yeer name be?" Hannibal looked down at her with a laugh "Nevermind it doesn't matter, do yee want to keep that ankle in good shape or would you like it amputated? That is what will happen if i feel teeth. So open yee mouth before I break your jaw to make sure you do as your told. Trust me darling, Aric could hit you from that hill at a full sprint, harming me would not be wise." Looking at Sorina for a second he nodded to her pockets <em>"Keep that ready for this one."</em><br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Ludvig Ivanov kept moving and stopped just a mere ten feet behind the bald man on the ground and moved a little closer cocking the shotgun and aiming it at the man just after planting the knife in the ground in front of him. <em>"Good day American how goes your end of the world eh? Drop the rifle, I am soo hungry for your legs and I don't wish to harm the rest of you."</em> Keeping the shotgun trained on the American Ludvig smiled in a strange happy manner before he winked at him changing to English which he had learned in his Officer training. "Well aren't you a cute one, I might just enjoy cutting you up as much as taking you for a little fun." He winked again.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Removing his eyes from the hill Hannibal pulled his zipper down and smiled to the young American before pulling out his limp cock, which nearly hit her in the face from how close they were. It was thick enough that he had trouble fitting his hand around it and was at least 7 inches long, but still limp. Smirking to the American he nodded to her and waved his limp cock in her face. "Start sucking or I will shatter yeer ankle and take your ass to teach yee a lesson American." Hannibal looked at Sorina for a moment and smiled at her winking <em>"Hurry it up Sorina unless you want to get halfway there for Eric to interrupt."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:36:28</strong>
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				<strong>Cole Madu: Playing hard to get</strong><br><br>The knife whipped past his ear, more of a sensation than an object, and skidded across the dirt in front of him.&nbsp; He didn't even see it, since Cole - paranoid and tense as ever - was already whipping around, M16 pushed tight against his shoulder.&nbsp; Just like he had been trained to do for the past year.<br><br>There was a Russian standing behind him.&nbsp; And one hell of a Russian too.&nbsp; A shotgun was held in his hands, and foreign words dripped from his mouth.&nbsp; They say first impressions are misleading, but to Cole, he looked certifiably batshit.&nbsp; His eyes kept drifting towards the black hole that was the shotgun's muzzle, but he took comfort in his own boomstick; his fingers were whiteknuckled as he gripped the M16's reassuring weight.<br><br><em>"Well aren't you a cute one, I might just enjoy cutting you up as much as taking you for a little fun."</em><br><br>Wait, he understood <em>that</em>.&nbsp; Unfortunately.&nbsp; Cole's mouth was suddenly bone dry, his heartbeat a deep booming in his ears.&nbsp; This soldier obviously meant harm.&nbsp; But he was holding his fire, and had taken the time and sacrifice to taunt Cole with his knife <em>before</em> bringing his weapon to bear.&nbsp; He believed he had the upper hand here, and was openly flaunting it.&nbsp; Cole didn't relax, but he wasn't panicky any more.&nbsp; Had the Russian caught him in his sights before making his presence known, Cole would've been screwed.&nbsp; But not at least he had a fighting chance.<br><br>The downside was that the Russian was almost certainly from the squad by the heli, which meant they probably now knew of his presence.&nbsp; He needed to get out of here, quick.&nbsp; Or, failing that--<br><br><em>No, no!&nbsp; I'll never be a traitor.</em>&nbsp; Cole eyed the crazy glint in the shotgun-toting Russian's eyes, and something shifted in his gut.&nbsp; <em>Will I?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiser Maverick</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:52:59</strong>
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				Aric watch from a distance.He saw the man with the shotgun aiming at.......a american.Aric didn't need to waste time.He snuck up behind the african american like a wraith.He was silent and deadly.A unstoppable juggernaut to anyone who pissed him off far enough.He put Cole in a chokehold,just enough to disable him.“If you don't resist I will kill you."and with that a pressed the Desert Eagle to his skull.He had motioned Ghost to stay with in 100 yards with his sniper.Given his angle she had a clear shot at his skull.“Now if your good you'll live and if not I can hand you over to him,I doubt you'll live longer."said Aric as he was breathing heavily,drilling the cold steel into the mans head.He was ready to pull the trigger at the slightest movement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 13:09:25</strong>
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				Sorina smiled, seeing Hannibal agree to her idea of fun, and go for the American girl. She looked at the man, and wondered if she should. He had his hands cuffed behind his back, so she decided it wouldn't be much of a problem. She went up to him and asked him "What your name, American boy?" while she pulled him up to his knees. As she waited for his answer, she caressed her chest with her hand in a sensual way, displaying her smooth, fit body just inches in front of him.<br><br>Then, she bent down and unzipped the man, taking a feel of his cock with her hand. It was big and handsome, just like him. That made her smile. But for now, she didn't intent to get him off. She wanted to feel good. So she pushed the man down on his stomach, abandoning the nice cock for another day, and she brought his face right in front of her crotch. She unzipped her own pants, and then looked down at the man in front of her. "Lick! Make pleasure to me with your mouth!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 17:59:04</strong>
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				Jay watched when Hannibal roughly started man handle Alex and heard clearly his demands. Jay's expression was symphatic towards Alex.<br><br><em>Toughen up lady, and try see oppoturnity in there as I do.</em><br><br>Jay then focused entirely on Sorina when she approached and then guided him into his knees and made her question while she now fondled her breasts in front of him. With sparking hunger in his eyes Jay smiled and replied; "Jay Deleram, not boy." When she proceed unzip him and then get feel of his manhood Jay continued smile and added while she stroked his awakening manhood which was not even fully hard and lenght yet but was already deliciously sized for her! Jay said to her; "No boy size no?" But then he was caught off guard by her sudden action pull him more forward and guide his mouth towards her crotch! Seeing her underwear in front of him blocking access to the juicy reward behind the fabric Jay with rebellious spark in eyes got to work.<br><br>He firstly traced tongue up and down her slit, brushing through fabric of her cloth, but soon he slided up and took nibbing hold on edge of her panties and pulled them down reveal her sex. He earnestly leaned his lips to touch her lower lips and started suck, taste and feel them, through his gently sucking lips and brushing warm wet tip of his tongue. However altough he seems be obedient boy he has sneaky ploy in mind show her he is far from tamed......once she got in very good rythm, loose herself and drop her guard a second......Jay sneakily slided his foot from kneeling to half-kneeling while Sorina was approaching towards her bliss he suddenly leaped up and snatched bottom side of her tank top with his teeth and pulled it with sudden motion up! Reveal her bra covered breasts to him!<br><br>Like hungry predator with soft growl he sucked hard on her breast through fabric of her bra, slide his sucking kiss to side of her breast and start plant kisses around her breast and drift back down, tracing around her stomach, down between her legs to continue his work on her sex. Now his tongue circling around rapidly her clit and whip with bottom and top side of the tongue on her clit while he sometimes closed in to give firm suck on whole Sorina's pelvis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 18:41:13</strong>
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				When Jay went to work, it was everything Sorina wanted. It felt so good to have him lick and suck at her pussy like that. She barely noticed when the man stood to grab her shirt with his mouth. Her tank top was already quite small, and bringing it up to reveal her bra did not take him much effort. She looked down and noticed what he did, and simply smiled, happy to see him go for such a bold move.<br><br>She brought her shirt above her head and removed it completely, staying there kneeling in front of the man, with her pants down and just her bra covering her breasts, which under the man's licks and mouth action, threatened to give up at any moment. She moaned with pleasure as he went back down to her chest and then her crotch, and once more as he went for her insides.<br><br>"<em>Oh yeah, eat it whole!</em>" she screamed in Russian. She wanted him to go in as deep as he could.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 18:49:02</strong>
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				(When I post for only one character, since Kaiser is obviously reposting for Aric, I will put their name above the post.)<br><br><br><div align="center"><em>Hannibal</em></div><br>Hannibal looked over to see Jay and Sorina begin their fun rolling his eyes at Sorina's broken English. Looking down at Alex he grit his teeth and smiled at her, but before he could urge her on the sudden movement made Hannibal look back over towards this Jay and Sorina. Groaning he put his own member away and kicked Alex over so she fell on her side, and proceeded to Sorina. Raising up his leg Hannibal dropped it towards the American's calf in an axe stomp motion, slamming the heel of his boot on the taunt muscle of the man's leg as he knelt down again. <br><br><br><em>"Wake up yee stupid bitch! Make him Lean forward so that he can't suddenly stand like that!"</em> Swinging his massive hand like a bear claw, Hannibal backhanded Jay knocking him backwards on his ass. "Stupid American! Try shit like that again and yee will die.....slowly. Yee remain on knees!" Shaking his head he moved away fro the scene shrugging his shoulders as he walked towards Alex again, making sure he had kept his eyes drifting towards her, he knew she hadn't moved at all. "Now get to it American cunt." Hannibal slapped the back of Alex's head hard enough to move her and pull his member out once again this time slapping her face with the long thick uncut member.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 19:34:00</strong>
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				Jay was about to comply to Sorina's wishes when suddenly out of no where Hannibal comes and axe kicks his calf! It causes him loose balance and groan in pain from sharp spike pain going through his leg, and then bear slam to his face send him spin backward away from Sorina. Cut off completely his process in making her go wild! Also thanks the slam his head was spinning and he felt dizzy, he felt about to pass out any second now......a thougth spinned inside his head while he struggled remain concius;<br><br><em>What a brick, jealous type is he?!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 19:44:08</strong>
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				As Hannibal rudely kicked the prisoner, Sorina jumped in surprised. She looked at him angrily. "<em>Hey! I can handle myself just fine, you monkey!</em>" She was pissed off. Not only was this a big turn off, interrupting her fun like that, but he was constantly acting like she couldn't take care of herself, which was really getting on her nerves. She spit in his direction then stood back up, no longer being in the mood for fun.<br><br>She left Jay down on the ground to fend for himself, being handcuffed and in an uncomfortable position, and she went to a nearby tree, pulling her pants back up and putting her shirt on, before leaning her back to it, caressing her long purple ponytail and looking at Hannibal with an icy glare.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 19:51:39</strong>
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				(well I mean i wont post from Hannibal for a bit.)<br><br>Aiming in on the bald man's head Ludvig smiled and walked forward to the bald man while speak, his thick accent slurring his words slightly. "Good day young boy, are you ready to drop your weapon? Or perhaps I should just shoot now and forget about having my fun and just eating your wonderfully toned body with its meat so fine." Smiling with a wink Ludvig kept moving forward pushing the barrel of his shotgun against the black man's head and grabbing the barrel of the M16 and pressed it into his own forehead with a smirk. "Come on now boy I don't need to be alive when i pull this trigger to kill you at this range. Would you like to test your luck though?" <br><br>With a grin and a nod Ludvig knelt straddling the man the trigger on the shot gun pulled almost tight enough to fire. The slightest pressure to the trigger more would actually fire the weapon, but Ludvig didn't care if he died, not for the past few days he hasn't/
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:20:25</strong>
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				<strong>Cole Madu: Panicking</strong><br><br>Cole froze.&nbsp; Panic mode was engaged; fight or flight switch activated, and it was jammed.&nbsp; He should have fired on the Russian before he closed the gap.&nbsp; He should have heard him climb up the hill.&nbsp; ...&nbsp; He <em>had</em> heard him!<br><br>His mind shot through a thousand different scenarios, every one of them ending in both of them being headless corpses.&nbsp; Or just him being a headless corpse.&nbsp; Neither option appealed to Cole.<br><br>Instinct took over at that moment.&nbsp; The flight or fight switch unjammed, now a neon lit <em>FIGHT!</em><br><br>"So, ah, you speak English then?" Cole began, wetting his mouth with the back of his tongue.&nbsp; "Where'd you get that boomstick?&nbsp; Didn't know the Ruskies issued Mossbergs to their infantry."<br><br>To his credit, he didn't stutter or falter, and his gun remained pointed at the bridge of the Russian's nose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySheikah</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:46:47</strong>
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				Alex's eyes never left the there so called guards, knowing at one something was up when the large male got up and started to walk toward her. She readied herself to get hit or slapped or kicked for talking so rudely to his female comrade. But nothing happened...well nothing she thought happened. Before she knew it her hair was being grabbed once again and was pulled over and onto her knees. The girl doing her best to wiggle herself out and away from her, even giving her legs a good kick before finding herself on her knees before the Polish Soldier. <br><br>A glare upward would be her answer to his question, even if being asked her name was one of the few questions she could answer under the Geneva. She just didn't feel like giving the pleasure of knowing it quite yet. The next statement leaving his mouth seemed to match the thought in her head, the name part at less. Almost daring to test his statement about her ankle and her teeth, when she saw him undo his pants and pull out is cock. But she didn't even open her mouth. Hell she did not want that thing anywhere near her. The look on her face would tell him that much. <br><br>And it seem she would get a brake, watching up put his member away as soon as she heard moving behind her. This could be her chance, even with her hands bound behind her back...but as soon as she tried to stand up a wave of pain shot threw her leg from that damn ankle. Maybe it was for the better because it did not take her tormentor long to make his way back to her. Taking his cock back out and this time slapping her in the face with it, Alex turning her head away from him as soon as did that. Making a slight snapping sound with her teeth, warning him what she would do to him as she spoke, "Get that thing out of my face before you loose it!" After all she had a feeling her ankle was already shattered.&nbsp; <br><br>It was becoming rather clear this one was not as willing as her male counterpart. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:50:52</strong>
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				Jay regathered his wits back from the punch and he crawled around in the ground with his stunned calf which stung quite bit with pain from the kick. But he soon was sitting position again but this time his cock was out from his pants and hanged down between his legs.<br><br><em>Oh well, I at least do not piss on my pants if I need to go answer nature's call....</em><br><br>Jay for now barely paid attention what Hannibal is doing with Alex, but he listened what happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 05:03:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Ludvig</em></div><br>Watching the bald man under him move his lips Ludvig smiled and listened to the banter as he figured the piece of meat was trying to delay and distract. "Oh that would be from a very odd man I met a while ago, his throat sprayed blood on my boots when I slit his throat, but not to worry he tasted quite good, I am sure you will be the same. Drop the gun, or I might just keep you alive while I start at your calves and work my way up." His eyes looked over the man while he licked his lips and admired how built he was. Ludvig himself was on the thinner side, but was lean and toned with only wearing a Russian coat and nothing else but a pair of boots and dirty pants he left the middle open, showing his eight pack and toned chest. <br><br>While keeping the barrel on the man's forehead Ludvig leaned into the barrel of the black man's gun and winked as he put the barrel against his eyes and held it there with his free hand. "Go ahead and fire boy, I am ready to die, are you? Sudden brain trauma often causes the body to tense up and all muscles to contract, including this little trigger finger of mine. So put the weapon down before I decide to shoot off your balls and leave you to bleed out and join those down there I would call friends." Ludvig tightened his grip and kept his tone serious, because he knew he was insane but delighted in the possibility of having a Mexican stand off with the man.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Hannibal</em></div><br>Growling low in his throat as this one turned her head away and looked to hi only to comment in such a rude manner. Hannibal leaned forward putting his boot on her injured ankle and pressed only light at this moment on the joint, just enough to cause pain but not further damage, he knew she would eventually cry out. "Are yee sure about that American? If I loose this, I will simply cut yeer tits off and then remove yeer clit. Lastly I will cut off yeer injured leg and leave yee for the animal here. Now get it in your mouth or I will simply take yeer ass for our first time together, would that be better?" <br><br>Hannibal was aroused already as his cock began to harden at the though of raping this little bird here. It was now hanging half hard at least a good 9 inches long and still just as thick. His body matched his groin being so tall and wearing only a sleeveless armor vest with a pair of cargo pants, his black boots, one of them still pressing on her ankle as his hardening cock pressed again her cheek. "Do yee wish to argue more or have yee decided whether she wants it in another hole to start? Decide quietly or I will choose for you American." Hannibal looked to Jay for a moment with a smile and eyed the man's groin and then looked back to Sorina sighing. <em>"I just look out for yee child, if yee can handle yeerself prove it. Take that pig over there for all he is worth, the moment yee lose control I shoot him in the knees. After all he looks to be missing yeer snatch in his mouth."</em> Hannibal winked to her as he backed off then concentrating on the female on her knees before him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 05:10:49</strong>
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				Sorina couldn't believe he was still treating her like a child. She didn't bother replying, simply increasing her icy glare. She didn't have his muscles, but she was strong enough! She knew she could handle a prisoner just fine, and didn't need to prove anything to the man.<br><br>Watching him display his erect cock to the American girl, she started to wish that she would bite it right off, teach him a lesson. If the man couldn't handle the girl prisoner, what sweet irony it would be. Sorina could hang that over the broken soldier for the rest of the trip. Sadly though, she doubted that this new prisoner had what it took to take on such a strong soldier.<br><br>She brought her eyes back to Jay, and simply watched him for now. His exposed cock was tempting, but she just wasn't in the mood anymore. It would have to happen at another time, when Sorina could make sure Hannibal was no where near to ruin her fun.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 05:24:22</strong>
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				<strong>Cole Madu: In a Meh-hee-co-han Standoff</strong><br><br>Cole had the sudden insight that this Russian was bluffing.&nbsp; He kept talking about eating him and shooting his balls off, but he wouldn't be able to do any of that unless he lowered his M16.&nbsp; All talk, no show.<br><br>His words struck a chord inside Cole, though, and gave pause to his thoughts.&nbsp; <em>Am I ready to die?</em>&nbsp; A second's deliberation later, he realized he was.&nbsp; He just didn't want to.<br><br>The Russian's words also reminded him of the other Ruskies by the chopper.&nbsp; The two on patrol could get her in about ten minutes, so he couldn't stand here in a Mexican Standoff all day.&nbsp; Time was of the essence.&nbsp; But there was no fucking way he was lowering his gun.&nbsp; And all the talk about shooting his balls off and eating his calves...&nbsp; That didn't make the decision any harder.<br><br>Five seconds had passed since the Russian had talked<span style="font-size: 1pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>A plan.</em></span>.<br><br>"All right," Cole said, not shifting his rifle but letting resignation enter his voice.&nbsp; "All right.&nbsp; Look at us, man.&nbsp; The country's dead, and here we are ready to open backup breathin' holes in our skulls.&nbsp; There isn't a Russia or an America anymore.&nbsp; We're all the same flesh'n'blood now.&nbsp; I'm good to die, but I don't want to for another couple of days <em>at least</em>."&nbsp; He paused, thinking of the Russian's disturbing words.&nbsp; "If it's food your after, or water, I have both.&nbsp; I'm willin' to share what your friends down there don't have."<br><br>As he spoke, Cole sunk lower to the ground.&nbsp; It was twitchy, as if his legs simply didn't have the strength to crouch anymore.&nbsp; He had been at a medium crouch before, about four feet high, but now he was down on one knee, his M16 pointed upwards in order to maintain contact with the Russian's forehead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySheikah</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 05:52:54</strong>
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				The moment Hannibal started to put presser on her ankle her eyes started to lightly water, every nerve that leg seemed to be screaming for her to do something to make him stop. Her body growing a little tense, a light cry being heard threw her teeth as she fought to keep her mouth closed. She wanted to let her hands rest on the ground in front of her as she brought her chin to her chest. But she could not, arms giving a light pull at the cuffs that bound her. The only answer to his question nothing more the a pain filled, "Go eat a dick." Even if most of it was not legible.<br><br>Oh how she just wanted to hit him, grab that half harden cock of his and twist it to the point it came clean off. But the girl could do no such thing, not right now. The young woman finally looking up at the male before her as he asked her if she had made up her mind or not yet. One could only guess what she looked like under that baggy flight suit. If he only knew about that slender body of her's and how it held fit but lean muscles gotten from the hard work she had been put threw. Yet still holding that hourglass form with those feminine curves most men desired with fitting small but full breasts. Another firm press with his boot had her crying out once more, this time her mouth opening just a little. Her head turning again, trying her best to keep him from getting what he wanted. Even looking back at the other captive and seeing how he was just left there with his junk hanging out. Turning her head the other way. <br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 06:50:26</strong>
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				<em></em><div align="center">Ludvig</div>[/i]<br><br>Hearing the words of the bald man Ludvig knew it was b.s. for that long pause before them was obvious that he wasn't telling him truth more so trying to bargain him for his life. Laughing Ludvig spit in the man's eyes blinding him just long enough for him to push him back with the barrel of his shotgun and pulling the barrel off his face since he had it still in his hand against his eye. Dropping his left knee on the man's elbow and stepping on his right wrist with his boot he put the barrel under the man's chin. "Those who wish to live must be willing to die in a chance. Now Let go of the gun before I decide to keep you alive while I cut you up." <br><br>With a smirk Ludvig leaned in close keeping the gun on him and smiled widely with his eyes staring into the man's "Trust me boy I don't care about the war, I only care about my next meal, and you are it. So just accept that you would rather your head be shot off rather than be eaten alive eh?" Looking up at the men down the hill and catching a slight glimpse at the two coming to them, he knew he had to hurry, though his face showed none of that.<br><br><em></em><div align="center">Hannibal</div>[/i]<br><br>Laughing at her comment Hannibal sighed and shrugged and moved in to her slapping her across the face with his cock and leaning on her leg harder before he backhanded her to the ground. Tossing the radio towards Sorina and moving towards the American with his machete drawn. Pulling her gear up and slicing the side straps tossing it to the side as it slide over her head. Grabbing the thermal sight as he noticed it next to her and tossed it to Sorina as well <em>"Take care of that for a moment my dear, gonna be a little busy with this bitch."</em> <br><br>Ripping at her jumpsuit Hannibal ripped the top open as he unzipped it with her on her face and stomach trying to avoid him. Once he got it unzipped he ripped it back off her shoulders exposing her chest and slamming her into the ground again. "Stop moving bitch before I hurt yee more than needed." Backhanding the side of her head Hannibal put his machete away and pulled out his boot knife cutting her jumpsuit up the back and opening it enough to were he could pull her underwear down without much trouble. As he smiled he reached down, his fingerless gloves were rough on her ass cheek as he slipped the tips of two fingers against her ass just as he said he would. "Gave yee fair warning bitch, now I guess I will decide for yee." <br><br>Smirking with his cock in his hand he stroked himself slightly as he was already now full hard, the struggle alone was turning him on enough that when he smelt her sex it drove him nuts, and his eyes locked on her struggling upper half. Slapping his rock hard cock on her ass he smiled the 10 and half inch member of his with its girth being over 7 inches around. It was obvious this was going to hurt. Grabbing the chain in the middle of the handcuffs Hannibal put his dick in her hand for a moment letting her feel its size and then twisting her fingers off his groin as he moved it to her asshole, pressing the tip of his head on her. Waiting for just a moment for her reaction as he planted his knees inside her legs to avoid her squirming away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 17:00:31</strong>
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				<strong>Cole Madu: Oh shi-</strong><br><br>The spit didn't blind him, but it did surprise him.&nbsp; His hand instinctively and immediately clenched the trigger on his M16 from the act of aggression, pounding a three round burst into Ludvig's head, and searing the palm of his hand with the exhaust.<br><br>Cole clenched his eyes shut as the M16's triple report echoed out across the landscape.<br><br><strong>???: The fools that they are</strong><br><br>She blinked an eye, the other screwed closed as she sighted through her spotter's scope.&nbsp; Just over three kilometers away, there was a group of six people.&nbsp; Two were separated from the pack, about fifty meters away in the direction of a large hill, blocky shapes sticking out from their silhouettes indicating weaponry.&nbsp; Another two were slightly closer to the crashed heli.&nbsp; It was a civilian woman - she could see her bare midriff and longish hair - standing over an almost prone form.&nbsp; A few meters away was the third and final pair: a monster of a man from the Russian military who was--<br><br>The woman blinked again.&nbsp; A monster of a man who was <em>having sex!</em>&nbsp; Although she couldn't make out details from such extreme range, she could definitely see the patches of white and pink indicating exposed skin.&nbsp; The smaller figure was topless and mostly exposed, while the man's lower torso and upper legs were uncovered.&nbsp; And they were pressed against each other; that about sealed the deal.<br><br>To say the spotter was stunned would be an understatement.&nbsp; Out her, mere weeks after the apocalypse, in the middle of fucking nowhere was a bunch of civvies and a couple of military folks, and they were having sex!&nbsp; <em>Fucking!</em>&nbsp; Now, she was no idiot.&nbsp; People need sex, of course.&nbsp; But to do it on an open grassy plain instead of the large building located a quarter of a klick away?&nbsp; Having sex in the wide open, with no cover, no perimeter, no fortification?&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled grimly.&nbsp; <em>These fools are going to be like wheat before my scythe.&nbsp; They don't stand a chance.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 17:13:38</strong>
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				Sorina's anger lessened when she saw the American girl give Hannibal a good fight. When Hannibal brought her jumpsuit down and exposed the girl's chest, she gave her an approving look. The girl was quite pretty, and she instinctively brought a hand down, sliding it inside of her military cargo pants and started to slowly caress her pussy. Seeing her companion about to fuck the girl, Sorina turned to Jay and commented, once again in her broken English "You know American girl? She about to be fuck, yes?"<br><br>But then, she heard 3 shots fired in the distance. She wasn't sure who had fired, but kinda hoped it was the Russians. Not because she cared for them a great deal, more because she didn't like the American soldiers. She picked up the radio in her free hand and spoke in it. "<em>Aric? Come in.. Is everything alright?</em>"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiser Maverick</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 21:58:01</strong>
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				“Didn't think you'd be so worried.Were fine but heard the shots.Were in pursuit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 00:52:46</strong>
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				<em></em><div align="center">Hannibal</div>[/i]<br><br>Smirking as he kept himself just before entering her ass and turned back looking at Sorina with a smile and then to the American with a smile. "Yes Sorina, she is about to get fuck. I believe this little cunt is going to enjoy this big cock in her ass isn't she? Let's hear you beg for it bitch. I wanna hear yee moan like the whore that yee are for this big cock. Tell me whore what it is you want." Smiling sadistically he slapped his large oversized head on her hole making her shiver no doubt as he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a large hand print and push her pelvis down against the ground making it easier for him to use his weight to pin her down.<br><br>((Until we hear back from question mark I guess the show will go on until it get resolved, I will reframe from playing Ludvig until it is resolved.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars of War: Shadows of Hope</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 01:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=75325.msg3304065#msg3304065">Quote from: elfguy on 16-07-2010, 17:13:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sorina's anger lessened when she saw the American girl give Hannibal a good fight. When Hannibal brought her jumpsuit down and exposed the girl's chest, she gave her an approving look. The girl was quite pretty, and she instinctively brought a hand down, sliding it inside of her military cargo pants and started to slowly caress her pussy. Seeing her companion about to fuck the girl, Sorina turned to Jay and commented, once again in her broken English "You know American girl? She about to be fuck, yes?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jay gave shrug to Sorina's words and replied in russian, with a accent but otherwise understandable; <em>"Do not know her, just met."</em> At least Sorina would know now that she can talk to the man in her native language and not with her broken english skills. Jay heard Alexis cries and heard hannibal's words made Jay sigh. Jay thinked; <em>You could had used lube for that bastard.</em> Then gunfire drawed his attention, hearing it made him wonder what was exact source of it.
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