Original Outcast Game Thread
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				Title: <strong>Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 18:15:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Original Outcast</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Game Thread</span><br><br><hr><br>Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123872.0)<br>OOC Rambles (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123703.0)<br><br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://www.denzomag.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/post-apocalypse-illustrations3.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><br>It was the apocalypse from Hell. Unlike the sudden end of the world scenario’s, this one came slowly and almost snuck up on mankind. Due to a massive increase in population, cities grew too fast and their systems couldn’t handle the growth. Small settlements were destroyed to serve as recycled materials to keep the cities growing. The police couldn’t handle the entire city anymore and some area’s were just left off security. Looting, rioting, rape and murder were common goods in these area’s. Eventually the sewer and water system collapsed and sewage water drained into the water system. With the American system collapsing, soon the rest of the world followed. Large portions of the country were abandoned as the governments desperately tried to cling on to whatever they could manage. In a desperate attempt to secure the health of it’s citizens, governments researched all kinds of cures for diseases that were thought to be long gone. Plague, pocks and other diseases flooded the world. Only those rich enough to be able to pay for security and healthcare stayed healthy and safe. <br><br>Slowly more and more people left the cities and tried their luck in small groups, living nomadic lives. Even this was dangerous as outside the cities there was lawlessness. No police, no rules, no nothing. Cities became impenetrable fortifications and those leaving the city would never be welcomed back in. The world’s population dropped from 9 billion in 2020 to 5 billion in a matter of years. Slowly the balance was restoring but the cities remained shut. <br><br>In their greed, a big pharmaceutical company had failed to fully test a serum that would cure a lot of diseases and tested it on a small group of uncontained people. The cure seemed to work and the drug was spread out over the world to supply people with the medicine. Only a few months later the first of the tested people started to behave completely weird. Tests showed that these people were losing their sanity. News agencies called them the ‘crazies’. They became violent and lost the ability to speak or think logically and their violence was getting worse. They only mated, and ate. <br><br>As news slowly spread across the world, mass hysteria spread along with it. Researchers frantically searched for answers and cures in vain. Months later it happened. The en-masse drugged civilization began to suffer from the effects of the ‘cure’. Police were overrun, innocent people were attacked by crazies to feed or mate. Within a week the world’s population halved and people that were unaffected fled the cities. A large portion of these people died in the wilderness due to lack of water, food or simple diseases.<br><br>In the aftermath of the violent ending of civilization, small groups of people settled all around the world wondering what had happened and why they weren’t becoming one of the ‘crazies’. Governments no longer existed and it was survival of the fittest. Slowly everything settled down. Nobody knows how many people survived or what happened to the ‘crazies’. Where they still ‘alive’? Life in the out was rough as groups battled for limited supplies. Wildlife had in the meantime flourished with little to none human influence. <br><br>Now, 7 months after the happening, a small group of group of approximately 15 survivors has sought refuge to an abandoned aircraft boneyard. In the region they are among the strongest groups. They have a secure parameter around the airport and a protective setup of the aircraft they live in. Two big aircraft at the side form the group hall and the cafeteria and storage. Around that they dragged smaller aircraft and turned them into homes. They hunt for food and with fuel and water supplies running low, desperate times dawn. <br><br>The leader of the group, an older man, makes sure that everybody is doing what he or she is supposed to do. Scavenge for scrap, supplies or food, keep the camp tidy and clean, make fires, tend the cattle. Everybody is doing their part to keep their little community up and with that, rivalries, rumours and romances blossom in this small community way out in the Arizona desert. <br><br><div align="center">(http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r240/YulesRo/OutcastGameAirportLayout.jpg)</div><br>The two large planes are Boeing 747’s. One is used for storage and one is used as the main hall of the community. On the upper deck is the leader’s ‘office’. This one also has the cafeteria where the community will have their meals and other public activities are held here.<br><br>The eight smaller planes are homes, so pick one you like if you want. The two larger planes at the end of the row are basically watch towers and are modified and equipped with some weapons. These also hold some cells for captive animals or people. If more ‘homes’ are needed these two planes will be moved and a smaller plane is towed from across the field. The group cleared a large area around their camp to have a clear line of sight. Keep in mind that further away on the airport there are still some old planes. <br><br>Around their camp the group has setup a small fence on three sides to prevent animals to come in. The vehicles the group uses are parked inside the camp and the water tankers are located at the cafeteria airplane.<br><br><hr></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 18:22:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Avalon James</span><br><div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O79KfRuyBoA/TfcIsNLYiZI/AAAAAAAAADA/BBa7Lios-LI/s1600/Emo_Girl_by_Sadi_C.jpg)</div></div>It seemed like only yesterday when the news got through of the mutations and the call not to come back to the city. It had been a day since the drivers parked the black limousine at a shoddy motel somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Tonight was the night it was going to happen. I was asleep, or at least trying to. Hearing the world has somehow ended does things to you system and sleeping gets quite difficult. Unless when your name is Dixie Mae. Next to the bed was an empty bottle. No wonder she slept so good. <br><br>Somewhere around 3 or 4 in the morning I heard the door of our motel room open and opened my eyes. Before I could sit up I felt two strong arms around my legs and one around my mouth and neck. I trashed and tried to scream to try and wake up Dixie Mae but with so much little blood in her alcohol she wasn’t the easiest to wake up. The two men dragged me outside and only then I realized it was my driver and the bodyguard. They took me to their room and threw me on the bed. Immediately they took off my clothes and gagged me with my own panties. <br><br>I was terrified. I knew what was going to happen and when they both took off their clothes I started trashing and screaming. Nobody could hear me and I soon felt their hands on my body. They told me I had been a tease and that with the world coming to an end, they had to make sure human civilization continued to exist. They told me and themselves I had to get raped and get pregnant so the world would be saved. I think they were drunk enough to really believe that. I thought it was bullshit. <br><br>“Ya’ll boys need to learn yourself some manners.”<br>There was a flash of light accompanied by a loud bang and one of the guys, the one sitting on the bed at my head fell backwards on the bed and then on the ground.<br>Dixie Mae. I guess she didn’t buy their bullshit either.<br>“Get off her ya filth.”<br><br>The guy bending over me had this crazed look in his eyes. Maybe he was one of the infected, maybe he was just drunk. Not that it mattered a lot because a moment later he was dead. Shot twice in the heart and the head, the moment he stood up. Dixie Mae wasn’t very subtle. She stood in the door opening in her Star Spangled Banner bikini and leather pants. Although pants is too big a word to really describe it. Both hands stretched out in front of her with the guns still smoking from their hard work. <br><br>All she told me was that she would wait in the car and quickly I got dressed again and got in the car with her. She had already thrown the bags in there and quickly drove off. We filled up the limousine with petrol and drove on for days without seeing anything or anybody until we came to the airfield. We got stopped by this old man and Dixie got out. I feared the worst for the old man. True Dixie Mae was the scarcely dressed woman but he wouldn’t be the first to underestimate Dixie Mae. <br><br>Moments later she came back to the car and drove it onto the airfield. We could stay here if we helped with the camp. With the city no longer being an option, I guess it was the best choice we had until everything calmed down and I could get home again.<br><br><br>That all was almost seven months ago. We had helped to build a camp and were now living inside an airplane. It wasn’t anything like the luxury business jets from the old days. The bed was made of some ruined seats and some old mattresses we had found in abandoned houses over the months and the ‘living room’ wasn’t all that much either. Some chairs and a desk and some things I guess you could call decoration. I woke up early that day and up. In the bed on the other side, Dixie Mae was still asleep and quiet as I could I left the bed. Today was my turn to take a shower. Each airplane had been rationed with water as it was running low. Today’s meeting would probably be about that. We had a small ‘shower’ in the back of the plane. It was an empty metal bucket that hung on the ceiling. I held my hair under the provisional tap at the counter and rubbed the shampoo in. Then I stood under the bucket and pulled the rope. The water fell over my body and washed out the shampoo. I really missed the long hot showers I took at home. Sighing I took a towel I had saved from my suitcase I had with me when the world went to hell and dried off. I got dressed and left the plane. <br><br>Outside I enjoyed the fresh and crisp morning air as I made my way to the cafeteria. Joseph would talk to us at breakfast, so I was early. I greeted the cute cook and took a table by the window.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dixie Mae Clementine</span><br><div class="floatright">(http://angels-corps.com/wiki/images/4/4f/Profile_calamity.png)</div></div>I was loving our little road trip. Avalon James was a rising star and I got to be her bodyguard on a truly epic road trip. From her home to Los Angeles. It was fantastic. Until the news came that is. Them Crazies were now everywhere and the big cities were fucked. It was total chaos out there but my life had never been normal since my parents died. Although maybe it was a good thing. I never felt more alive than when I started living the dangerous and wild life. So maybe this whole apocalypse shit was a test of God to see how I would handle it.<br><br>The driver and the other bodyguard were idiots. First of all he couldn’t drive and he couldn’t stop looking at me. Or when I say me, I mean Bo and Luke, my boobs. Fucking Pervert! Then of all the motels we passed, they stopped at the cheapest looking they could find. This motel had a bar only selling beer! The horror. I might have had one too many when I fell asleep but had them idiots not left the door open, they’d have had their way with little AJ. The cold wind coming into the room woke me up and I quickly noticed her missing. <br><br>With my stars and stripes handled Colts tugged safely at my waist belt, I went out, followed the sound and got into the room next to ours through the also open door. Had they closed it they might have heard me coming. Them boys were trying to have their way with AJ. One had his big meaty cock dangling at her face and the other was bent over her trying to penetrate her. <br><br>I aimed at the guy at her head and pulled the trigger.<br>“Ya’ll boys need to learn yourself some manners.”<br>The guy fell down from the impact of the gun and after telling the other to get up I aimed the guns again. He got up, I think to lash out at me, and I shot him twice. With them idiots dead on the floor, I decided not to stare at AJ’s naked body and told her we were going. <br><br>After a few days of driving south I found this airport. A grey man called Foster Hawkins stopped me and I got out. After the guy stopped staring at Bo and Luke, he decided we could stay. So we helped him build his little fancy camp and are now living in the desert in an airplane. How cool is that! Plus, we had more booze than we had water. I was really liking this here life. When I got up, AJ was already gone and I tried to remember what day it was and if we had anything important to do. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 19:46:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rachel Bianchi</span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Rebecca_cropped.jpg)</div>Rachel woke on the rough and hairy chest of a man. The gray hairs prickled her skin as she opened her eyes. It took her a few moments to remember where she was. Foster Hawkins had asked her to stay the night before. She usually slipped away in the middle of the night when that happened, but for some reason she actually slept through the night for a change. She had been sleeping off and on with Foster from the moment she joined the group. She was hardly exclusive to him. There was a time when sleeping with such an old man would have seemed odd and even repulsive to her, but no one who had survived the apocalypse could afford to pass up simple pleasures, however fleeting. <br><br>She detached her naked body from the sleeping man, and woke him as she rose from his bunk. His hand reached out and pawed her ass, trying to pull her back into the bed, but she slapped it away. <strong>“Forget about it, Foster. I need to haul ass, I wanted to head out before dawn, I’m hours late as it is.”</strong> She slipped into her clothes which were scattered all around the stripped cockpit. Foster had made this his bedroom and after the seats and most of the instruments had been taken out and a few mattresses has been put in, it was actually relatively spacious and comfortable. <strong>“I’m going to scout for stuff out in the south-east again today, I should be back in the late afternoon.”</strong> She didn’t wait for his reply but instead moved into the main compartment of the plane. She climbed out of the open exit by the rope ladder they had put in place to climb in and out of board. Once she hit the tarmac, it was off to the edge of their perimeter.<br><br>The place was already buzzing with activity, which was something rare for Rachel to witness when she departed most mornings. She preferred to be outside their fence and well on her way to whichever area she was scavenging, using the cover of darkness to conceal her hike. That would not be an option today. The machete on her belt was the only protection she’d have. <br><br>She reached the edge of their compound and moved to the other side of their fence. She had spent the last few days searching the homes of a small town a few miles towards the south-east of the airfield. Most of the good stuff had been hauled off months ago, but there were still some hidden gems for those who were willing to go over the houses with a finer comb. Batteries, electronics, spare parts, the occasional and increasingly rarer stashes of canned foods, tools, … anything they could use she would put in one of the two empty backpacks she now carried and haul back to the airfield. She liked the work, mostly because it could be spent in silence and most of the time, solitude. <br><br>She peered ahead and could see the edge of the town in the distance; it would take her a few hours to get there and then likely longer to get back with an extra load on her back. Another day had begun in her brave new world…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 20:05:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Tychus.jpg)</div> <div align="center"><em>Tychus </em></div><hr><br>I woke up at the crack of searing heat and hell, only a few hours after I had fallen asleep. I had slept in the same place for a little under a week now, the first time I have stopped moving ever since I escaped the penitentiary after managing to escape a few months back. Funny how the moment shit got real, the guards were the first to bail and leave us to fend for ourselves. I did plenty of things to make my escape, killed my fair share of so called bosses and a few extras that had pissed be off during my stint in the joint. I had traveled across the west, hearing rumors of a sanctuary when I had some heat on my back and wandered into the fucking desert of all places! In my travels I stole what little was left from stores and gas stations but found sporting goods to be a cache. Off course the bullets and ammunition was gone but it seemed arrows and bows were always over looked and left behind. I scoffed and thanked my good fortune, hadn't anyone ever seen Rambo? My few possessions consisted of an old Harley fat boy I hot wired, a sleeping bag, some supplies I could scavenge and a 5 gallon tank of gas I would fill and siphon fuel into whenever I could find an abandoned car which I thought could have gas in it. Luckily a motorcycle did not take need as much fuel as a car which made traveling fairly easy. <br><br>When I found the airplane graveyard I intended on getting some food and moving on. I even met the old man running the show and acted rather pleasant towards him and bullshit him telling him I would hunt and help them. With my mind set on moving on, I was sneaking about the night after my arrival only to notice the small town was being attacked! I had to alert them or get my ass handed to me like I did when my alleged brothers turned me in. I told the night watch and went to tell the old man and managed to help kill the would be raiders. The other guy, the young guy who helped looked uneasy taking a life but I sure as hell was not. Had we let any of them live they would go and bring more. The old man went back to bed and I took watch that night while I considered staying with these people. <br><br>The next morning I decided I would, besides it was the first time I had seen some decent pussy around! My role was picked out quite easily, night watch and hunter, two things I could do quite well. <br><br>I had spent the last few days scouting the nearby areas for not only hunting but for water, I decided it was best to work on foot at first to spare the fuel. Once I had a better idea on what I had to work with I could take my motorcycle out and see if I could find anything. Water and food was the main priority for the camp, without it we would be forced to move on and find a new camp. The previous night I had scored a couple of jack rabbits which I left at the former airplane husk turned mess hall. I also found a napping desert tortoise which I named Bubba but he was not for eating and I was about to tell everyone. Picking up the fella, I carried him off to get something to eat.<br><br>The first thing I happened to see was none other than Dixie May herself. <strong>"Mmm mmm"</strong> I grunted, practically eye fucking her as I checked out her perfect ass. Yea, staying here was a damn good idea. Once inside the mess hall I took a seat and placed Bubba on the ground to explore the area, not that he would be getting anywhere all to quick. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:02:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">Leo</div><br>Ripper hung around at his feet in one of the large airplane's that served as guard towers. Much like Tychus, he had two jobs here, and had had them since the beginning; night watch and hunter. With the both of them, their were about two or three other guards, always swapping out on a schedule. The very last night had been Leo's turn, and as the sun rose up, he prepared to depart.<br><br>The night had been quiet; not like that one time, back when they were first getting this place started. He remembered when Tychus had given them the heads up, but even then, things had been pretty dicey. Still, they had prevailed; the con had a good aim, much like Leo himself, and no sympathy or empathy for any threats; again, a similar note between the two men.<br><br>He whistled, low and quiet, and the wolf followed along as if he had been given a perfectly clear order. The large, black wolf moved with a swagger of dominance alongside its master, eying the occasional person they passed as if they were beneath him, beneath his master.&nbsp; The animal was not used to all these two-legged animals, and especially not the older one that thought he was better than Leo. Why his human did not rip out the old one's throat, he did not understand, but the animal followed his orders like a good little soldier.<br><br>Maybe soon, they'd get to go hunting again, the animal hoped. Ripper liked it when they hunted. He always got meat, then, but today, he might have to settle for bones again.<br><br>As they walked, Leo took long strides, for he was a tall, long-legged man; about six feet, maybe an inch or two taller. He walked with a noticeable noise, as he was also quite large, about 250 pounds; however, he was not fat. Their was maybe an ounce of fat on him, most of his weight came from muscles, which were concealed by his choice of attire. <br><br>He wore a white--well, at one time, it had been white, but now it's more gray-- t-shirt, old denim pants that are faded with age, nearly white instead of blue, thin fingerless leather gloves, an old, dark brown duster with a few holes and tears in it but which was still quite serviceable, and a wide-brimmed hat that covered his shoulder length brown hair. He also wore plain hiking boots, which were in need of replacement, like a lot of things.<br><br>He was also host to a rather rugged beard of black and brown, thick, long, uneven and unkempt, and the net result is that he looks like a cross between Paul Bunyan and a sheriff from an old western movie.<br><br>The two made their way to the mess hall like everybody else, and Leo moved to claim an unoccupied table. He smelled a bit; hell, they all do, hygiene isn't that great here. But he hasn't showered in a few days. Some would call him crazy; those he would, in turn, call crazy. When water is so low, it's crazy to use it on the luxury of a shower, when one will need it for the necessity of life. The man has always been, first and foremost, a pragmatist, practically unheard of in the decadent society of the former world. <br><br>Ripper saw the turtle almost instantly, and barked at it; not loudly, though. The master always got angry when he was loud. But the quiet bark was noticeable, just not annoying or disturbing. The wolf snorted at it, got snapped at, and backed off to hang by his master's feet. <br><br>"Relax, Tych." He'd say as he pet Ripper behind the ears. "He won't eat your pal." So long as it stayed out of the man and his hound's plane, at least. Ripper did not tolerate others presence in it; it's that territorial nature of theirs.<br><br>Leo had not known that Tych had claimed a pet, but he had just guessed at it; seemed the most logical reason for him to have a turtle hanging out on the floor, instead of taking it straight into the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 23:11:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Kandie Fletcher</span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/alba-kandie.jpg)</div>This day started the same darn way every other day had since I picked my ass up and got out of the nowhere small town I grew up in and escaped to find a nowhere small camp to keep growing up in. Some might argue I was already grown, but this little thing has a lot of learning to do. For starters, waking up in the cockpit of an old, stripped airplane and feeling like it's home. It had been months since every bit of sanity went down the drain along with clean clothes, fresh fruit and cold milk. Months, since I left my town on the run after a couple of guys tried to have their way with me. It wasn't my fault the stupid sons of old Gary Heller thought they'd win a fight with my knives. They'd seen me chop up their meat often enough to know the blade was almost like a natural extension of my hand, so cornering me and attacking me when I had the kitchen axe in my hand? Yeah, not a good idea. <br><br>I'd wiped the blood of my knife into the ragged remains of the skirt and apron they'd torn off me, thrown a bunch of stuff into my old tote bag and took off. The thing was soft, worn, misshapen and hell to carry around because it could only be worn on one shoulder at a time, but Christ was I glad to have it at that moment. I stuffed it with my knives, my bags of spices, a whole lot of beef jerky and other random items who all got exchanged for water, food and a place to lay my head down in the next couple of months. All I had when I ended up at the airplane boneyard was my axe and the spices. The axe was vital, and the spice... well it didn't weigh the bag down and I just couldn't let it go. So call me crazy.<br><br>When I got to the boneyard I was allowed to stay, and I'm not even gonna pretend it was because of my assurance that I'd make the best food they'd ever get to eat out here. Nah, I was allowed to stay because I was a pretty thing in tiny shorts and a wrapped shirt that didn't even stay up enough to cover my bra. Of course, after a few days they knew I wasn't lying about the food. From shortly after I got there I was officially the cook. <br><br>I hummed an old Johnny Cash song while I got the food ready in the kitchen, the words oddly ironic since my knife had gutted so many humans before it touched these rabbits. <strong><em>"Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter... Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down..."</em></strong> The skin came off easily and I put it aside to be worked on later, the insides went into separate pots. One for broth, one for stew. Meat for the stew, bones for the broth, some of my precious herbs and a few more things I found in my stash... Yeah I was up early, did I mention that? The guys who did the night shift needed food and food they would get. The rabbits were a nice addition to the canned goods cocktail I'd planned so it turned out time was a good thing. <strong><em>"He called my name and my heart stood still, when he said John go do my will"</em></strong> <br><br>Once I'd sifted the broth and turned it into a delicious rabbit stew old Gary Heller would have proudly put on his diner menu, I sauntered with it out to the mess hall and put it on the make shift serving table. <strong>"Food for you darlings,"</strong> I announced and winked at the guys on the nearest table. <strong>"Someone's gonna get something sweet for those rabbits you're about to enjoy."</strong> Oh it wasn't a unique thing to find meat in the kitchen when I got there, but men need to feel appreciated and a woman needs her sweetness shared every now and then... <br><strong><br>"Morning sweets,"</strong> I said to the little missy who walked around with that sex'n guns on legs bodyguard. I liked Avalon. She helped when she was asked to and she seemed nice enough. Dixie Mae was difficult to dislike so why bother, but I wasn't sure if it was the perfect ass or the perfect aim. <br>Another fine day in the desert... Wait. Was that a turtle?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 14:24:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dixie Mae</span></div><br><em>Ah dayum.</em> Today was going to be another hot sweaty day in the desert. When I finally got my ass up from the comfortable bed I got dressed and then realized what we had to do. Foster was going to speak to us and although the old man was a lousy fuck, he was a good leader I guess. As I stepped on the aircraft steps the sun was already high up in the air and I got my hat on and walked towards the bigger plane only to realize that my stupid hungover brain had caused me to forget to put my boots on. The sand was warm under my bare feet but would soon become very, very hot. Oh well, gonna have te ask one o’the boys te carry me.<br><br>I got inside and sought for AJ. She wasn’t hard to find, being the only one still desperately clinging to her old life. I did feel sorry for her. She hadn’t accepted it all yet and even her clothes and manners were still those of the old world. Fully aware of all the attention I got entering the plane, I tapped my hat and sat next to AJ, avoiding Foster’s angry look for being late.<br><br>Now, I ain’t stupid but I had no idea what the old man was talking about. He spoke of supplies running low and that we had to assemble a group and search for a stable water supply and then he told us to check out a refinery in Texas. That raised my attention of course as I knew the state as I know the inside my pussy. Or something. He wanted everybody at the meal tonight and in the mean time we should think about how to get the water truck to that water supply and assemble a small group to look for that refinery.<br><br>Halfway his preach I got up and took myself a plate of&nbsp; rabbit stew from that cute little cook, again noticing how Foster looked at me angrily for interrupting his speech. What was I supposed to do then? I was starving! <br><br>When he was done with his speech he gave us some tasks that were needed to prepare for the missions. I was to check out the limousine and all of it’s guns. Since we got here we had transformed the limousine into something of a tank, welding scrap metal parts we found across the airfield to it’s body work. From the air force base near Tucson we had already taken quite a lot of guns and ammunition but one never has enough guns. We had mounted two heavy automatic weapons to the roof and a flame thrower at the back. The others were given the task to prepare the water truck and the fuel truck. <br><br>With the briefing over and my stew gone, I stepped out onto the aircraft steps. It being metal, I nearly burned my paws and jumped back inside. Giving the boys my puppyface I took off my hat and moved my feet so they were pointing at each other.<br><br><strong>“Can any o’ye boys carry me home? The sand’s hot on my feet.”</strong><br><br>AJ had for some reason chosen a house in the middle of the row and I wasn’t heavy but with the sun up already, the boys were in a for a little drag. I could see AJ disagreeing and standing up from the table walking to the kitchen. She was no doubt given the task to help prepare rations for the mission.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 21:26:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div align="center"><em>Tychus </em></div><hr><br><strong>"I know, don't let his looks fool ya, he is a mean sunavabitch." </strong> I said to Leo as I watched his wolf and my turtle make introductions. The turtle was not exactly a pet, it was more of a back up plan if food ever ran way short but also if anyone could locate and dig out water. The cook came by and delivered some bowls of rabbit stew, perfect meal as far as I was concerned. The meat was fresh and fresh ain't a common word these days. I listened in as the old man spoke about fuel and water and assigned tasks. I knew in advance what I had to do but just kept an ear open and my mouth shut for the most part. My eyes were glued between Dixie and Kandie and all the wicked, nasty things I wanted to do to them, it was my version of dinner and show. <br><br>With the meeting concluded I got up and pointed at my turtle for all to see. <strong>"Not for eating, watch him he might lead us to water."</strong> I said before coming to Dixie Mae's rescue. <strong>"Get over here darling."</strong> I said as I removed the cross bow from my back and held it in my left arm. Without warning I bent towards her and tossed her over my shoulder as if she weighed nothing. I had no idea who she was, all I know was she was a looked and had a great ass. With her on my shoulder I gave it a quick smack before resting my hand on it as I walked out of the mess hall. <strong>"Where you bunking at?"</strong> I asked, making sure to walk nice and slow to keep my hand on her ass as long as possible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 23:22:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">Leo</div><br>He gave a grunt and nod of his head in recognition that Tych had said something; typical. Leo is not much for talk. Out of the dozen or so survivors, he was probably the least social of the bunch. <br><br>He helped himself to a big bowl of stew, and picked out a few bits of the meat, to feed them to Ripper.&nbsp; Not nearly enough for the big, bad wolf, but enough to keep him going until he could find some more dog food or the like while out scavving. The beast, practically wild, seemed content to eat right out of Leo's dirty palms, and the man seemed perfectly trusting of the beast not to literally bite the hand that feeds.<br><br>He listened to the old man as he talked about supplies, and their need to acquire more. Leo liked the old man; he was no-nonsense, down to earth, and business first. He knew what the hell he was doing. <br><br>"Tych's turtle might be a good way to find water. Those critters always know where to find it. Ripper's a lot better for huntin', but we could take a look around the refinery. Might be crazies there, or other survivors that know the value of fuel. Either way, my boy will live up to his name if it's needed." However, given that Leo just got off night watch, his first stop after eating was bed; everybody had their limit, and while Leo could push his, he wouldn't unless it was necessary. As is, he's looking to the old man for specific directions here.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 15:24:33</strong>
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				Atop the wing of the other guard plane, Nick Tanner's unconscious form drowsed in a portable chair, complete with a ratty old sun umbrella, with a hunting rifle across his lap. The young, not unattractive man with his messy, brown hair and scruffy clothing had been posted on guard duty for the night, but had fallen asleep in a drunken stupour. Several Empty bottles lay strewn around him, as he dreamed of the past.<br><br>Tanner had been living with his sister when the outbreak happened, and so he dreamed of one night with his sister and her friends, when the outbreak had come to their door. His sister and her friends were having a private party in the small apartment, and were all fairly drunk, though Tanner was almost sober. They tormented him with a bottle of vodka, giving him small shots, but only when he carried out tasks they assigned him, which was his sisters favourite game to play with him and her friends. He had already humiliated himself that night, for the promise of a few shots of vodka, but the game was not over yet.<br><br>Two of the girls were debating what to have him do next, when something on the television caught his eye- a headline stating "outbreak". Scenes of unusual violence were playing out on the screen, and a moment later, one of the arguing girls was at the others throat, completely crazed. The outbreak had come to their door.<br><br>Months after that incident, and Tanner was now living at the Boneyard with a group of other survivors. They too had realised how it was possible to coerce him with alcohol, but the night before he had found the stash, and had stolen away with several bottles when he went to guard duty. Now that the sun had risen, he dozed lightly, yet to be awakened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 14:03:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Dixie</strong></span></div><br>I had expected the boys to literally jump in line for me and they lived up to my expectations. Tychus was first and he lifted me up and draped me around his strong shoulder. His masculine form had no problems with my body. With Bo and Luke firmly pressed against his back, I sniffed up his manly scent and daydreamed about fucking his brains out for a moment or two. <br><br>"The blue with red and yellow," I told him. Avalon might have selected the weirdest location in the middle, it was the most colourful plane around. <br><br>Normally I would have invited Tychus in but I had to check on the limousine and I'm sure he had work to do as well, if we were to leave tonight. That tanker looked in pretty bad shape. When he had put me back on my two feet I jumped into the plane and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.<br><br>"Isn't yo' th' sweetest."<br><br>With that I went inside, searching for my boots. <br><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Avalon</strong></span></div><br>Yes Dixie Mae has saved my life but there is only so much credit you can give a girl. Her and me were very very different and at times like these, when Foster had called for a meeting with everybody, it annoyed me to only see a handful of people and no Dixie. When she finally did come in, drawing all attention to herself, I got even more annoyed. This girl did whatever she wanted without thinking about others. Oh well. Can't live with her, can't live without her. <br>Foster was a wise man, or at least pretending to be, but I knew he had his weaknesses. Rachel being one of them. She was probably out hunting again and I wondered if he would send her on of the missions. Life's never been fair in the old life so why change the habit? Absolute power corrupts absolutely. I listened to him talking and got more and more annoyed with Dixie. <br><br>Life at this place wasn't easy for me. I had a reasonably luxurious life until the world stopped and I still had a hard time adjusting to this bunch of savages. In one of the campfire games we usually played at night the conversation about what to safe if we got to a city. While most of the guys usually stopped with beer (Dixie at least added her dildo's to that) but nobody bothered to safe art or music or the likes. The only person in this whole camp who seemed a little civilized was Kandie. And the cute brunette from the plane next to ours, Stacey.<br><br>With the speech over and the tasks being given by Foster I stood up. He hadn't gave me any tasks so I decided to help Kandie. There was a lot of cooking to be done to feed the guys on the mission and I thought she could use some help.<br><br>"You need a hand Kandie? I'm guessing you got a lot of work to do to supply rations for the mission?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 21:13:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div align="center"><em>Tychus </em></div><hr><br>Dixie was not as light as she looked meaning she was hiding some muscle under those wicked curves but I did not complain, I had women twice her weight noticed on my belt buckle. "You two love to stand out don't ya." I commented as I set her down on her feet and was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek. After she went inside I walked off towards my own plane I called home. I got to work right away by wheeling out my fat boy (motorcycle) and checking to make sure everything was in proper order before topping off the tank. I was running low but a full tank would last me a week or so. <br><br>Walking inside to grab the empty saddle bags and a couple dozen of bolts for the cross bow I set off and caught the sight of a sleeping watchmen on my way out which made me stop. "Hey! Wake the fuck up or I am going to put an arrow in your ass boy!" I shouted out at him loud enough for the entire camp to hear before setting off once more. <br><br>The camp was nearby an old airport and plenty of roads. I picked to visit the south-east that day, follow the roads and see what I might find. About twenty minutes in I see the back of a woman walking towards a small town a few hours walk away. She was mostly following the roads, it was smarter to do so travel wise but dangerous in case a car was driving on through. Luckily I was the one to spot her, not much traffic passes by I noticed these days. When I was moving out west, the interstates were vehicle graveyards but the more inhospitable an area was, the least traffic you might see. <br><br>"Hey sweetheart, where you going? Need a ride?" <br>I asked her once I pulled up along side her and looked in her direction. I knew her from the camp but not very well. "Running away from the old man you fucking finally?" I added with a grin before motioning her to hop on behind me. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 04:57:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tanner</em></div>Tanner startled awake as Tychus shouted at him loudly. Falling of his chair and knocking over the umbrella, he cursed as pain shot through his head. He looked despairingly at the empty bottles around him, wishing he had left some to deal with this damn hangover. Tanner grabbed his rifle and climbed down from the planes wing, wiping the sleep from his eyes and walking towards the community aircraft, slinging his rifle over his shoulder.<br><br>When he reached the aircraft, he climbed the boarding stairs and pushed open the door, stumbling as he tripped over the lip of the doorway. Reaching the communal dining area (after dusting himself off), he noticed Kandie and Avalon in the kitchen. <em>Maybe I can scrounge myself some moonshine from the kitchen</em> he thought.<br>Walking over to the kitchen area he gave Kandie a wave "Need a hand in the kitchen ladies? Sorry if I was late for the mornings meeting, was a long nights watch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>24-11-2011, 16:15:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Dixie</strong></span></div><br>Boy that Tychus is a nice piece of eye candy. He was one of the few men I never did in the camp, together with some other new guys and Rachel's dad as I called him, Foster. Eeewww.<br><br>Having found my boots I swung my toolbox over my shoulders and went outside to the limo. The thing had been in the desert for 7 months but all the dust hadn't done it any good. The radiator was full of sand and the bottom had suffered from the rocks hidden under the sand. Whistling an ancient tune of Sweet home Alabama, I opened the bonnet of the car and started checking the vitals. Oil and coulant checked, I checked the tires and then jacked it up on one side. The rough sand was horrible to use a jack and I decided to drive it to what used to be the runway. Sand and small vegetation had now taken over the surface but at least it was a solid underground. <br><br>Now being away from the 'bustling' of the camp I jacked it up again and laid down under the car to check for damage. The long period of not driving had sort of done absolutely nothing to the car but not wanting to go back to Foster and the others I pretended to be fiddling with the car. I dreamed of being at other places. A shiny white beach, a nascar race, my dad's garage, flirting with the boys in the local bar. Those times were gone and this desert was now home. Strangely, despite the risk, I was looking forward to the trip. Just to be away from the camp and from AJ. <br><br>She is a sweetheart but she needs to get that stick out of her ass and accept that people are different. Yes my language is a bit rude and I might not live a holy life but at least I was trying to make a living. I was surviving. She had given up. I really didn't mind but when I heard the microphone a few hours later and Foster using the loudspeakers with the horn to call everybody in for lunch, I sort of did. Foster was a good man but he hated me. I think he hated me because I never slept with him... Maybe I should ask Rachel for a threesome once so I wouldn't get lousy jobs like checking the cars. <br><br><em>Tonight it'll be gone Dixie. Tonight you will be free again.</em><br><br>Sighing I lowered the car, tossed the equipment in it and drove the limousine back to camp. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 13:25:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rachel Bianchi</span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Rebecca_cropped.jpg)</div><br>There was not another soul in sight for the whole first half an hour of her trek over to the town. So it wasn’t surprising that she had heard Tychus approaching a long time before he reached her. His motorcycle made enough noise to wake people three towns over. So by the time he reached her, she was already waiting by the side of the road.<br><br>She ignored his inquiry into her sexual relationship with the old man and instead just addressed his offer of a ride.<strong> “You really think it’s wise to ride in there making enough ruckus to attract anything in a three mile radius? There’s no idea of knowing who or what is hiding in that town. Just how did one so reckless survive for this long?” </strong>She asked him in a neutral tone, even though her words would be interpreted as harsh nonetheless. Rachel did not care, there was no point in sugar-coating things, not with the world gone to hell. <br><strong><br>“However, since you’ve announced our arrival anyway, I suppose I could save myself the trouble of walking the last bit.” </strong>She swung her legs over the back of the bike and put the two backpacks behind her. She slipped her arms around his torso to hold on. <strong>“Well? What are you waiting for? I’d like to get there sooner rather than later.”<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 18:37:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Tychus.jpg)</div> <div align="center"><em>Tychus </em></div><hr><br><strong>"I'm a hell of a shot."</strong> Tychus answered with a wicked smirk, hinting that he might have killed his way across the states before settling down in the airplane graveyard. If she was criticizing him he either did not notice or completely ignored it. <br><br><strong>"Yes Ma'am." </strong>He said with a chuckle, speeding off towards the city and arrived in minutes what might have taken a little under an hour. Tychus knew what a looted house looked like and as they strolled along the abandoned city streets he looked for any sign of inhabitants and of a store or home that did not look combed over. <br><br><strong>"This town looked like it sucked even before it was abandoned."</strong> Tychus commented as he waited for her to dismount before he did, leaning his bike out of sight and glanced around. If anyone was around they would be watching them but it seemed clear even if it did not stop him from unshouldering his crossbow and removing the safety. <strong>"You look, I'll keep an eye out and watch your back." </strong> The benefit of the motorcycle meant they could carry much more back then a person could on foot, even go deeper into the small town and leave long before the day ended. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2011, 20:16:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">Leo</div><br>Their wasn't all that much for Leo to do now that he was done with his shift at watch, save get some shut-eye.&nbsp; He'd need his rest for when the mission came along; sleep deprivation and sniping do not mix well, not in the least.<br><br>And so it would be no shock or surprise to anyone to see him returning to his air plane, with the barely-tamed wolf trotting happily along with him. He gets up into his aircraft of choice, settles down on his bed, and pretty much just goes straight into a light sleep.<br><br>Ripper looks around the plane a bit, before settling down on a small bed of his own, made from shredded up&nbsp; cloth and junk.&nbsp; The canine kept his eyes on the entry way, even as he slipped off into an even lighter sleep. <br><br>When the others needed him, he knew somebody would throw a rock at the metal siding, or call out for him. He slept light enough that he'd easily be awoken, and it was always better to get his attention from a distance, lest one provoke the aptly named canine into a foul mood by entering his master's territory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Original Outcast Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 02:57:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Kandie</em></div><div class="floatright">(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/alba-kandie.jpg)</div><hr><br>When the old man started talking I moved back over to the doorway, leaning against the crude metal while listening and keeping an eye on the food. The family seemed to be happy with it, as they should! It was love and hard work, that stew. Dixie did her best to interrupt at every chance and I rolled my eyes, thinking that little tail needed a good whoppin' or a good fuck because she obviously needed the attention. And sure enough, at the first chance she put on her girlie bits charm and got her gorgeous self carried out to her plane. Who forgot to put on shoes in the desert anyway? <br><br>Ah who was I to judge, though. If a girl needed her butt groped around here she simply wiggled it and got her some lovin'. It wasn't as if I were a stranger to it. So I pushed the jealousy aside, (yea I was a big girl, I could admit to a thing like that...) and made my way into the kitchen. In there I took a deep breath and inhaled the scents from the cooking earlier. A smirk tugged at my lips and my tongue wet my bottom lip as I wondered what to make for the food packs. This was where I was top to any bottom. My own little kingdom. <br><br>I was reaching for the cans up on the top shelf when I heard Avalon behind me. I winked at her over my shoulder and tilted my knee on the dashboard-turned-counter to reach, and then swung around triumphant with a can in each hand. <strong>"Sure do, sweetheart,"</strong> I purred at the girl and handed her the cans. <strong>"Empty these and the rest of them into the little plastic boxes. We'll add whatever they leave of the stew later. The beans will make more food out of it."</strong> I pointed at the other cans up on that shelf and then the little airtight boxes I put the rations in, and started looking through my stash of herbs for basil. Adding that with a little salt to the drinking water helped when water was not exactly flowing in rivers around here. 
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