Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&Wicked Emi&PhantomPistoleer)
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				Title: <strong>Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 06:43:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Characters!</span></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Arlene Marlotte</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/c6d162f27fedb8bebc8f7fdfd9ccffa9/tumblr_o6ybi9uvcY1udff4qo2_250.jpg)<br>Name: Arlene Marlotte<br>Age: 23<br>Personality: Flirty, moody, hard headed, resourceful, caring, kind of a sex addict, and dependable.<br>Appearance: 5'2'', C cup breasts, longer red hair, big hips.<br>Skills: Guns, navigation, basic survival skills, fishing, and can make something out of almost anything.<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">James Manning</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br>Name:&nbsp; James Manning<br>Age:&nbsp; 25<br>Personality:&nbsp; Serious, pensive, friendly, realistic, sex-addict;<br>Appearance:&nbsp; 6'1, ripped, tattooed;<br>Skills:&nbsp; NATO firearms, hand-to-hand combat, basic survival and first aid skills, and gas-powered engines.&nbsp; Civilian skills include basic computation skills, photography, and percussion instruments.<br><br>James graduated from the Virginia Military Academy and served as an officer in the U.S. Army in Afghanistan and Iraq.&nbsp; He was visiting his folks when the world turned to shit.<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lucas Broadbent</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br>Name: Lucas Broadbent<br>Age: 27<br>Personality: Talkative, Calm,Teasing, Optimistic, Loyal.<br>Appearance: 5'9", Slim but toned.<br>Skills: Fixing and maintaining water vessels and other machines. Radio operation. Driving boats (still space for hair raising or hilarious mishaps on first tries.) Basic firearms and unarmed combat. Agile and athletic. Strong swimmer. Plays guitar but can't sing. <br></div></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Plot</span></div><br>It had been two years since the first bout of people got sick. First it was the elderly, and babies. They passed on...luckily. Then everyone else was getting sick. The government put out a vaccine to try to stop it. However, it only stopped the people getting sick from the airborn illness. Not when it was passed on through saliva. Not a week after the vaccine came out, the sick started to change. At first people just lost all the hair off their body, then their skin soon became almost translucent. Then the sick became incredibly sensitive to sunlight...then any light. Lastly, they became rabid. <br><br>The world pulled together the strongest of minds to find a cure. No cure could be find. The world started to die. The sick, nicknamed the crawlers, started to venture out. Killing livestock....even humans. Soon the crawlers started to attack settlements, and with no animals really left, humans turned to the sea. Learning quickly that the crawlers also hated water. It became knowledge that the water was safe. People went to every boat and now it was getting hard and harder to leave land.<br><br>This is about three people who finds one of the last boats. A river boat that is mostly broken down but still floats.<br><br>Crawlers:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://monsterattheendofthedream.files.wordpress.com/2014/12/iamlegend.jpg)<br></div></div><br>Riverboat:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.minnesota-visitor.com/images/mississippi-river-boat-cruises2.jpg)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 09:15:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene~23</div></div><br>It had been an interesting two years. Arlene lived in the middle of no where when everything happened. It gave her almost a couple months of bliss before the crawlers started to head out to the country. Then she moved from safe heaven to safe heaven. It was now going on a week since her last safe heaven. It was the last one really on land anymore, everyone had taken to the sea; or any body of water for that fact. The sun was going down and not a moment after the sun was completely gone and the moonlight shined ever so slightly was when they came. First, Arlene heard panic moo's. The very few cows left were panicked and scared. Then a scream. <br><br>Arlene had just started to get comfortable, maybe that was why it took her so long to register those sounds. Sounds of panic, sounds of brutal death, the sounds that haunted her dreams even on a good night. However, as the screams came closer and closer, it clicked. Crawlers. It was the only thing that caused people to scream like that. Made animals scream like that. Arlene grabbed her sack, she had it from the beginning and had claw marks from the few close calls she had while going through old houses. <br><br>Packing everything she could in it, clothes, soaps, water, even the few snack cakes and crackers she had stashed in her dresser before lugging it over her shoulder and heading to the door. People were running everywhere, a few had started a fire in attempts to scare of the crawlers. They were currently on the ground, bites out of their skin. Without looking back, Arlene ran. She hadn't been there long enough to make any real friends, only a lover who was already running away in the opposite direction. She and ran and ran until her lungs and legs burned and then pushed herself to an old house a good couple of miles away from the compound. <br><br>The house was empty. She checked it quickly, completely empty. Not even a can of beets. She had spent the night locked up in the basement until the next day. She then ran as far as she could. Her feet had lead her to a river that she didn't know about. Once she was there, she looked for anything that could float. This failed. However, she did find an old boat house. An informational kiosk that she slept in. More importantly, it held the information for a chance at a boat. It was historical and it was supposed to be docked a few miles south of where she was. <br><br>After a good nights sleep, she headed for it. It took her almost all day. It was September, the summer heat was dying off while the winter cold snuck up at night. The chilly air made her limbs stiff while the heat made it hard to breath and coated her lightly in sweat. As she walked up to it, the boat looked odd. However, she honestly didn't care. It was on the bigger side, but, she could probably do it herself if need be. The sun was going down as she came upon the boat. A few bustles made her jump and look over. Her hand clinched around a bat that she found. It wouldn't kill a crawler, but, she could cripple it long enough to get on the boat at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 10:45:55</strong>
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				A t-shirt tied to a broom handle caught the wind poorly, barely a sail and more a decoration to make the slowly disintegrating trash pile look like a raft. 'Same Shit, Different Day' the t-shirt said. Oh how true that had felt two years ago, and been bullshit. How true that felt now, would a couple more years make that feel just as dumb? Lucas lay on his back on his raft as it drifted down river, a couple of fishing rods hanging over the trailing edge. Every bob of the raft would dunk his dark hair in the water ever since the plastic barrel on that side came off and took half the rope tying up the raft with it. Still, crawlers didn't like to swim all that much, so if the fish kept biting, Lucas figured he'd stay on the raft until something came along or it split under him.<br><br>He'd seen what happened to people who tried to take the fight to the bastards. Been at sea when it started to go down. Even had to anchor a way off the docks, medical helicopter coming down to vaccine them against the newest African Rat Flu or whatever. If only they'd known they'd have stayed out there. Instead they docked, unloaded, and Lucas took his paycheck and promised to be back in a fortnight for the next run. A week later and he was huddled in an emergency camp, watching the docks get overrun by crawlers on the news in a mob of scared people, his ship on the horizon. Another week and half the camp was on the run from the other, now diseased, half.<br><br>"Fuck." He spluttered as this time his whole head dunked into the water and he sat up, raft creaking even more ominously. He rubbed his hands back over his hair to squeeze the water out. "Waterbeds were meant to be way sexier than this." Snorting he looked around, warily but not tense. He hadn't felt safe really for a year at least, and that stiffening fear had exhausted itself early on. "Guess it's time to count my blessings." He muttered drily.<br><br>Himself, wet and cold but alive. Some clothes, also wet. Some spare clothes, entirely wet. A pistol that had been useless for him even before it ran out of bullets, even other humans seemed to just stare down it skeptically, if you could find any. Two fishing rods, some spare hooks. No spare line, he'd used that to try and jury-rig the raft. A big rusty knife, just about capable of gutting fish still. A duffel bag of camping gear he'd grabbed from some abandoned survivalist's stash, not that he could work out what half of it did.<br><br>And of course the raf-<br><br>As he swore and fought against the current to gather his belongings from the quickly separating bits of raft. With a gasp he'd just zipped the bag shut, tips of poles sticking out, when his body slammed into something big white and floating. "Ow! Who put a wall in the river?" He cried out, to what he thought was a lack of audience.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>14-03-2017, 20:53:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div>Lt. James Manning was, first and foremost, a soldier.&nbsp; At the time of the epidemic, he had been an infantry officer in the U.S. Army for seven years, six months, and one-hundred-and-fifty-seven days.&nbsp; Jim had greatly enjoyed his time in the service, but he had not planned to be a career man.&nbsp; Instead, James had laid the groundwork to attend college using the GI Bill, study economics, and then transition into a career in banking, like his father.&nbsp; But the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.<br><br>James had been visiting his mother's home in Des Moines, Iowa, when the epidemic struck.&nbsp; Because of the epidemic, the military brass suspended foreign military operations, and disbanded his unit with the understanding that the Pentagon would later establish a military command on American soil.&nbsp; But they failed to do that.&nbsp; Washington D.C. had been overrun and the call to form a new military to combat the epidemic never came. <br><br>But Iowa's state militia survived for a time.&nbsp; James led a platoon charged by the militia to seek and destroy crawlers, but the platoon was overrun and scattered within a couple of weeks.&nbsp; At its worst point in the heavy fighting, the crawlers outnumbered the men in the platoon by a hundred to one.&nbsp; This, coupled with the short supply of ammunition, contributed to the platoon's near total loss of life.&nbsp; But James had survived by the hair of his scalp, along with a dozen other men.<br><br>The militia consolidated these survivors and tasked them with protecting safe harbors.&nbsp; This worked for approximately two months, until the safe harbors suffered catastrophic loss of life when survivors, living on a sliver of hope, hid their symptoms until they transformed into crawlers inside the walls.&nbsp; The situation became morally repugnant when James' platoon was ordered to execute civilians presumed to be carrying the disease.&nbsp; His mother, Darlene Manning, had been among those killed.&nbsp; All of Iowa's safe harbors failed after that.&nbsp; But James survived.&nbsp; He led a group of ten people out of Des Moines and headed east.&nbsp; The group thinned naturally as the goals of individuals differed, and soon James was left alone.<br><br>He had discovered the docked riverboat three days ago and made it into his makeshift home.&nbsp; It was suitable because it's boarding ramp could be lifted manually to prohibit crawlers from boarding.&nbsp; Still, James was not familiar with naval vessels, much less an antique like the riverboat, but a cursory inspection revealed that the thing at least floated.&nbsp; He had surveyed the motor, as he had some experience working in an Army motor pool, but he could not get the engine to start.<br><br>When he boarded, James was carrying the following items:<br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>an AR-15 assault rifle w/ underbarrel flashlight and 4x magnifier; four magazines w/ 21 cartridges; no batteries on flashlight;</li><li>a 9mm baretta semi-automatic pistol; two magazines; no cartridges;</li><li>a KABAR military knife w/ pop-off compass;</li><li>a MOLLE system military vest w/ rig;</li><li>2 gallons of potable water in canteen;</li><li>7x potable water pills;</li><li>Climbing backpack;</li><li>2x Changes of Clothes;</li><li>Sleeping Bag;</li><li>No food.</li></ul><br>He had been too tired to inspect the boat when he first arrived, but searched it the next day.&nbsp; He did not find anything useful on board, except for some tools and a fire extinguisher inside of the conductor's cockpit on the second story.*&nbsp; Manning made his home on the floor of the cockpit and decided to remain aboard the vessel until he could figure something out.&nbsp; Manning then spent the remaining time fishing, hunting, and gathering wood.&nbsp; His diet in the last two days consisted mostly of burnt frog.<br><br>He had been hunting for frogs in the grassy meadow when he accidentally came upon Arlene, pointing the barrel of his AR-15 at her.&nbsp; Then, he quickly looked over his shoulder towards the dying sun and lowered his rifle.&nbsp; &nbsp;"There isn't much time," he said as he then charged towards the boat.&nbsp; As he descended on the dock, he <em>heard</em> Lucas before he saw him.&nbsp; But Manning didn't say anything and instead ran up the ramp, slung his rifle over his shoulder, and began to raise the ramp.<br><hr><br>*<em>This doesn't mean that there isn't anything on the vessel.&nbsp; Just that Jim didn't find it.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 06:46:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene~23</div></div><br>Arlene's heart was racing almost painfully. She hadn't been prepared at all for the two things that happened. A man from the water, or at least she assumed a man from the voice, literally ran into the old riverboat. Then, right as she thought the rustle might be an animal, another man emerged from the tree's and bushels. She couldn't see the first male, and the second one gave her barely a second to react to not only his presence, but him trying to take away the only thing that would give her access to the boat. "HEY!" She yelled and quickly moved towards him and the boat.<br><br>There was no way in hell she was spending the night off that boat. She could almost hear the crawlers already and the sun was swiftly going down and the moon going up and becoming brighter. Her mind raced, trying to think of anything besides her just storming the boat and she didn't have the time to flirt her way into the boat. In fact, he was already raising the ramp. Deciding she could at least talk to him on the boat...or he could kick her out and she be doomed anyway, she jumped on the ramp and ran onto the boat. Turning around and helped him with the ramp before looking at him.<br><br>Her body was tense, almost ready to do anything, yet she try to relax enough so she didn't look like she was about to jump the guy. Besides, she could easily see his muscles, and the way he stood. She would loose if she tried to attack and she knew it. Plus, Arlene didn't make it this far because she had brute strength. Just the opposite. Arlene was somewhat short, her rounded hips, decent breasts, and pretty face is what let her get this far. "Uh..." she said softly and went into her pocket; it was her last small bag of cheez-its, "I will trade you this bag for at least tonight....then we can talk about perhaps a full on stay?" She said and put out her hand, the bag in her palm.<br><br>Remembering that there was at least another person...who had hit the boat, she somewhat tossed the bag towards him and went to the side of the boat that the guy hit. Arlene believed in saving people if she could. She couldn't survive alone, it wasn't how she survived to this point, and she doubted she would survive tonight if she was alone. It's just not how she worked. She needed people. Looking down towards the bottom of the boat, a man was in the water while his raft broke apart and started to float away from. The shadow of a smile on her lips as she couldn't help find it a little funny. "Are you okay?!" She yelled down at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 07:50:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div><br>Jim did not make a move to prevent Arlene from jumping onto the boat.&nbsp; Instead, he accepted her help in raising the ramp.&nbsp; When the ramp was finally up, he saw that Arlene was trying to speak to him.&nbsp; It had been so long since he had spoken to anyone that, had he had more time to think about it, he might have disbelieved Arlene's presence.&nbsp; Indeed, she could have been a fragment of his imagination or the fervent dream resulting from the consumption of river frogs.&nbsp; But Jim did not have much time left.&nbsp; The crawlers were coming.<br><br>&nbsp;"You... don't have to give me this," Jim said as he looked at the bag of Cheez-Its.&nbsp; Given his inclination to help everyone he came across, it hurt that Arlene presumed that he wouldn't grant her permission to board without a bribe.&nbsp; But Jim didn't have time to be upset.&nbsp; He followed after Arlene and looked over the rail.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"And you need to get out of the water right now," he said to Lucas.&nbsp; &nbsp;"The crawlers will be here any moment."&nbsp; He then turned to look at Arlene, and then looked around him in a panic.&nbsp; Fortunately, time was still with them.&nbsp; He could not see the crawlers yet. Putting his hand on Arlene's shoulder, he pointed towards the center of the boat.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Please get up to the top deck.&nbsp; The stairs are right there."<br><br>&nbsp;"Let me help," Jim said while crossing the guardrail and kneeling beside the man in the water.&nbsp; He extended his hand towards him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 13:26:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>Lucas Broadbent looked up at the boat behind him woozily, the days of slowly losing body heat to the river on the raft leaving him sluggish. "People? Hey!" He called up as he turned and grabbed hold of a thick metal bolt on the hull of the boat. "Don't worry, I'll just get over to the dock..." Blinking as he looked up at the sky, colour flooded him as he realised the time. "Aw, fucksticks." He groaned as he started scanning the side of the boat for a way up.<br><br>Water streamed from him and his clothing as he pulled himself halfway out of the river, feet searching underwater for something to brace against.. Getting a foothold, he slung his duffel bag down into his hand and swung it to build up momentum. "Hey girl! Catch!" With a grunt he hurled the bag to spin up into the air towards the railing, as full of river water as it is of his gear. A rough shake of his head shook water from his face and hair as he spat and coughed for a moment.<br><br>"Thanks big guy." He gave Jim a nod as he leaned up to grip the man's wrist. Lucas used the leverage to get his other hand up to the rail, pulling himself up and over it in a scramble. Dropping onto the deck with a wet splat, he lay there for a couple of breaths, looking up at the two. "Hope I'm not interrupting?" He grinned toothily then paused.<br><br>"Oh right. Nightfall." He pushed himself to his feet, wincing and swearing under his breath. Scanning around the way almost everyone who'd survived this long did on instinct now he spared a glance to Jim and a few more to Arlene. "I'm Lucas, we got a not dying tonight plan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 21:07:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene~23</div></div><br>Arlene was a bit taken back from the guy, most people now had two types of personality. One, they wanted to help. Much like herself, they depended on people. One way or another. Some it was mental, being alone too long could take a toll on the mind. Some were more like her, they needed other people to survive period. She had a few skills, none of them were really hunting or fighting...Then the other type. The type that could give two shits if you died and you usually won them over through bribes. Those type of people were the ones she ran into more often than not. So, to run into someone who didn't need a bribe to save her skin....that was new. <br><br>The male that was somewhat drowning threw her his sack, which she caught. Water dripped from the bag and she had no doubt that everything inside the bag was soaked. The first guy, she would have to learn their names soon, helped the second one and they looked at each other for a moment. Arlene mildly ignored the first one telling her to go to the top of the deck. She hated feeling useless, especially when she could actually help. "We need to get this boat at least more into the water. The stream is moving pretty slowly, but, should be good enough to get us the hell away from here. Crawlers swamped my camp a few days back. I think they have been following me..." she said softly and offered the bag back to the very damp guy, who introduced himself as Lucas.<br><br>"I'm Arlene," she said and gave a small smile, which was cut off by a roar that made every hair on her body stand up and a chill of up her spine; "crawlers..."<br><br>Going to the side of the boat that was still close to the dock, she looked to the side where she came from. Sure enough a few crawlers could be seen. The light showed their translucent skin, bald body, and hunched over frame. They were sniffing, picking up her scent before looking up. She could have sworn one of them looked her right in the eyes. A small whimper came from her as she tried to look for anything that would get this boat away from the dock. Finding a pole, she grabbed it and pushed it against the dock. The boat ever so slightly started to head more into the water. The small tide pushing the boat away from the dock. "Come on, help me," she cried out as one of the crawlers started to walk slowly towards the boat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 04:59:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div><br>A few words ought to be said about Jim's near disregard for the new arrivals.&nbsp; His thought process was actually rather simple.&nbsp; It went something like this:&nbsp; "Is this person a crawler?&nbsp; If yes, shoot.&nbsp; If no, don't shoot."&nbsp; Arlene was not a crawler.&nbsp; So Jim did not shoot.&nbsp; Simple as that.&nbsp; Under better circumstances, Jim might have welcomed her aboard.&nbsp; Lucas was also not a crawler, so Jim did not shoot him, either.&nbsp; Sure, he had some qualms in the back of his mind about how coincidental their arrival had been.&nbsp; They arrived almost at the same time, one by land and the other by sea.&nbsp; But Jim was on a low-carb, low-cholesterol diet.&nbsp; He was lucky to get five hundred calories a day.&nbsp; He was fortunate if he got two or three hours of sleep each night.&nbsp; Jim didn't have the energy to worry about potential problems.&nbsp; If the two were up to something, he'd deal with them when they tried something.<br><br>Jim helped Lucas on deck with ease.&nbsp; Although his arrival was odd, Jim had seen odder things in post-civilization.&nbsp; For example, once, he came upon a family in a hot air balloon.&nbsp; They landed the balloon right next to him out of nowhere and apropos to nothing.&nbsp; Lucas's raft barely looked like it floated.&nbsp; It sort of amused Jim to think about anyone seriously using it as a mode of transportation.&nbsp; Jim sort of wondered how long Lucas had been on it and where he had come from.&nbsp; But Jim wasn't in a talkative mood right now.&nbsp; Jim was in fight or flight mode, and he was leaning really heavily towards fighting.<br><br><em>"Thanks, big guy,"</em> Lucas said.&nbsp; <em>"Hope I'm not interrupting?"</em><br><br>"No sweat," Jim replied between gritted teeth.&nbsp; Lucas was <em>joking.</em>&nbsp; And Jim disliked it when people joked in moments like these.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Welcome aboard," he added sternly before standing upright, hopping over the guard rail, and walking back towards the dock while Arlene and Lucas started chatting.&nbsp; Jim unslung his rifle and took aim, looking through his scope towards the shore.&nbsp; The crawlers' cry startled Jim like small arms fire sputtering nearby.&nbsp; <em>Shit,</em> he thought.<br><br><em>"Crawlers,"</em> Arlene said.<br><br>Almost as soon as she said it, Jim spotted three crawlers working their way towards them in the shadows.&nbsp; Jim had a good thing going here, and Arlene ruined it if what she said about leading the crawlers here was true.&nbsp; But Jim wasn't upset with Arlene.&nbsp; He was tired, but he was not absurd enough to blame her.<br><br>Since the crawlers were still out of range, he decided to help Arlene and conserve his ammo.&nbsp; He hopped over the guard rail again, walked along the top of the outer hull of the riverboat, and unfastened the rope tethering the ship to the dock from the cleat hitch.&nbsp; Then, he returned to Arlene, sat beside her, and pushed the pole with his feet.&nbsp; He strained and pushed...!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 05:49:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>Lucas gave Jim a nod, restraining a grin. The man's serious attitude reminded Lucas that not everyone dealt with stress like he did. Rubbing his face and sucking in a few deep breaths to try and get his chilled body moving. Arlene's explanation was worrying, but hardly surprising. At least they had some options, Lucas thought. He looked up to the cockpit of the boat, then shook his head. If the thing was somehow still working, surely someone would have the electric lights on or something.<br><br><em> "Come on, help me." </em><br><br>In response to Arlene's words, Lucas got moving, letting out a quiet "Aye aye, cap'n" as he passed by her. Crossing the guardrail like Jim, he braced his arms on the bar and shoved with both feet against the dock, lean muscles standing with a long grunt of effort. While the boat was a bit of a boxy lump, the tide and the efforts of all three set it coasting off the dock at least. With a lithe slither, him pulled himself back under the rail and got himself to his feet.<br><br>"So, does this thing have any power do we know? Miiight be a pig to steer without." He looked out at the skulking forms approaching the dock, puffing up his cheeks thoughtfully. They didn't seem too eager to rush the boat, but there was one the looked more skittish and aggressive maybe lining up for an attempt. "And, maybe back away from the rail for the moment." Lucas watched the other two, it'd been a while since he got separated from the last group he'd been travelling with. His brain was kind of racing to remember how to deal with people again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 07:31:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene~23</div></div><br>The three pushed the boat away enough that unless the crawlers had a good leap, they wouldn't get on the boat. However, she had to agree with Lucas. Getting away from the rail was probably a good idea. Pulling up the pole, she looked at the two of them. The part of her mind that had sent her to the country not even a year before the sickness, couldn't help but recognize their attractiveness. Stop it! Her mind screamed at her and she count to five trying to tuck that bit back into her mind. Licking her lips, she looked at them awkwardly. "I have no idea, I just found the boat. I was in this kiosk last night and it mentioned this boat. Thought I might come looking for it. He might know something though....wait...what is your name?" She asked and tilted her head towards him.<br><br>Lucas had already told them what his name was, Arlene offered her name after that. "Oh, I have can fix things pretty easily. Hell, I could probably jerry-rig something and make this thing go. I can make something to at least control the tail a little better. Don't know much about an actual engine though. Hopefully one of you guys know something," she said.<br><br>Now that the crawlers were a lot less of a problem, a few followed the boat along the grass but made no attempts to jump on the boat, she moved towards the door that lead to the rest of the boat. From the plans that she read, there was three places to sleep. A master bedroom, a captains bedroom, and a small hole in the wall that held enough for a bed and a dresser. Usually the maid or random crewman would sleep in it. It would also have a bathroom, a small kitchen, and sitting area as this river boat was turned briefly into a tour of the river. "Speaking of, guy," as he still didn't name himself, "how long have you been here? Have you been floating down the river for long?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 08:04:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>Lucas relaxed as the crawlers seemed not to attempt a mad jump at the boat. It was so hard to tell how they'd act, sometimes like wary predators, sometimes like mad dogs. His gaze drifted over Arlene before and as she got up from pushing with the pole. He licked his lips with a low rumble in his chest, then let out a nervous snort. Not something he'd thought about for months, and hardly the time. Though was it ever going to be, in this new post-plague world? He shrugged to himself.<br><br>"I'd bodged together a raft after I got stuck in someone's boathouse about a week up river. Pretty desparate honestly, was near this crazy survivalist's house, but the place was locked up tight, with clear flat ground for ages around it. Going overland was way too risky." He pulled off the t-shirt and flannel shirt he'd had on together and started to wring them out, bare chest shifting as his muscles worked under the skin. "There's what camping stuff I could find and an unloaded pistol in the bag, if anyone can make use of them. Gun's full of gunk though, haven't found rounds for a long time." His expression suggested the last was no great loss to him.<br><br>He gave Arlene a second look at her comment about fixing things, cocking his head. "I did a bunch of grease monkey work at sea. Drove motorboats as a kid too. Though this thing won't be very agile. If it's not missing any parts, and we actually have any fuel left, we might be in luck." He shivered and swallowed. "Once I've dried out, warmed up, and maybe had some sleep? Let me know if you need a hand with some kind of jerry-rigged tiller. I've some idea what it would need, but my raft shows how good I am at bodging stuff from scratch." He laughed, a little bitter at first, lightening before he stopped.<br><br>Looking over at Jim, Lucas rocked on his heels and waited to hear his part of things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 04:55:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div><br>It took nearly all of his strength to help give the riverboat a good launch.&nbsp; His thighs were screaming at him now.&nbsp; It felt like he had just performed the gnarliest leg-lift on the planet, and his hips nearly popped out of socket when he exerted everything that he had to help push them away.&nbsp; When they succeeded in developing some inertial momentum, Jim considered laying down to let the lactic buildup in his legs simmer, but experience had taught him that crawlers were really good jumpers.&nbsp; Indeed, Jim had seen them easily leap fifteen feet straight into the air before.&nbsp; So Jim was pretty sure that the crawlers could clear the distance between the boat and the shore with a running long jump if they tried.&nbsp; Thus, Jim fought through the pain and leveled his rifle at one of the crawlers, waiting for him to make a move.&nbsp; They were in range and he knew that he could land a clean head shot.&nbsp; The crawler's head looked ripe for popping, but the crawler didn't jump, so Jim didn't squeeze off a shot.&nbsp; Jim didn't see the point.&nbsp; <em>You are someone else's problem now, kiddo,</em> he thought.<br><br>Once it was clear that they had made good their escape into the river, Jim slowly crossed the railing and lay down on the main deck.&nbsp; He stretched his knees and lifted his legs at the hips, testing them to ensure that he hadn't pulled a muscle.&nbsp; He then shifted his weight on his back, and pulled the three dead (and now, somewhat squished) frogs from under him that he had caught on shore.&nbsp; They were pretty big, as far as frogs go.<br><br>Although Arlene asked him about the boat and about his name, Jim didn't respond.&nbsp; He stood up, glanced at Arlene and then at Lucas, and then walked into the shadows of the boat, only to return moments later carrying firewood.&nbsp; Although it was dark, it was clear that Jim had made a make-shift fire-pit on the main deck.&nbsp; He set the wood down beside the fire-pit and then got to work to start the fire.&nbsp; Jim used his long combat knife to scrape the bark off of a log.<br><br>It wasn't until he started cutting shavings from the log to get kindling that he began to speak.<br><br>&nbsp;"...&nbsp; My name's Jim," he said, speaking as if he was having trouble formulating his thoughts into words.&nbsp; &nbsp;"This boat's not mine, ma'am.&nbsp; I got here three days ago from Des Moines.&nbsp; I couldn't get the engine to turn over, but that might be operator error.&nbsp; I never started a boat before.&nbsp; If you want to take a look at fixin' it, you oughta know that there's a tool box in the conductor's cockpit upstairs."<br><br>With enough shavings, he bunched some of it and then began to expertly stack the firewood atop of it.<br><br>"Apparently," he added, a bit more comfortable with chatting now, "I haven't done a very good search of this darned thing, since I didn't know that it had bedrooms.&nbsp; Just as well, I guess.&nbsp; So, I'm fixin' to crisp some frog right now, and yer' both welcome to some if you'd like.&nbsp; Lucas there is gonna catch his death if he stands around drenched anyways.&nbsp; Liable to get an earache at least on account of how dirty the river water is."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 06:50:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene~23</div></div><br>Arlene debated slightly. It would be almost completely dark soon enough, no need to rush into work while the small ripples of the river would keep moving them. Plus, the crawlers on the side thinned out to only one who was watching the boat, but didn't seem to be in a rush to use it's energy on getting on the boat. Then again, if it had a brain and it worked at all, it might not be a good idea to jump on a boat and might not have a way back out. After all, no one really knew why the crawlers didn't like the water. If you splashed them with regular water, all you did was piss them off. Body of water though, it freaked them out. Maybe they didn't remember how to swim or something. It was the only conclusion that Arlene could come up with that made any damn sense. <br><br>She watched as he started a fire and lifted an eyebrow. He said his name, and then talked a bit about the boat. She wasn't surprised he didn't find the bedrooms. They were under the deck. The top deck would only have the rows of seats, maybe even a wet bar. Plus, it was probably going to be locked. While she could probably knock it down and get in, she would look for the key or attempt picking it. As she didn't want to ruin the boat in any way. Then he even offered some of the frog. Arlene couldn't help but scrunch up her nose slightly. She has had frog before, it tasted like chicken and fish. Not much meat on the things though. "How about you take the cheez-it's I offered earlier, and then I will take some frog in return. Tomorrow I will try to get some fishing done. I'm pretty good at it," she offered in exchange as she really disliked just receiving things. <br><br>Her eyes flashed towards Lucas and she couldn't help but stare at him for a moment before licking her lips and the smallest of blushes came to her cheeks once she realizing she was staring for more than a second. "Jim's right. You should probably heat up by the fire and lay out your clothes. Get everything draw. Besides, when was the last time you have been completely dry?" She couldn't help but ask as she could still remember the floating pieces of the raft he made. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 13:29:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>As the rush to act passed, Lucas sat down on the deck with a thump. "Thanks for the concern guys. Really not in a position to turn down any help right now." He ran his hand down over his legs, pressing water from his pants. "Not that I've many folk who are last while. Some who thought they were, of course." He shrugged in a low slow motion, his whole body sluggish and gently shivering. "Completely dry's been a while, but only really had dew and fog on me till a day, maybe day and a half back when my raft shed half it's... ballast? Whatever that word is. Floating stuff."<br><br>He stared at the firepit as it was prepared, looking at the dead frogs and licking his lips. "Gotta say. Any kind of meat seems great right now. Might still have some cans in the bag, if we want something to go with." Lucas had already rationed himself through half the stock he'd found, and the soak in the river had probably shed the labels off, but he figured sharing was a good plan. "Wouldn't surprise me if the way under deck was covered up. Maybe by a storage box or something. Don't want the tourists poking around, and the guys running the tour probably commuted home. Just a left over bit of design, you know. Vestal or whatever." He'd probably laugh at getting the word wrong, if he were clear enough headed to realise it.<br><br>Rambling a little now, Lucas slumped a little in place, fussing and cleaning up as well as he could. "Just to say it again, thank a lot guys. I'd painted my dumb ass into a corner." He flashed a weary smile. "As I said, I'm Lucas. Broadbent if we care about surnames anymore. Jim and Arlene right? When's the last time either of you got completely soaked?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>18-03-2017, 03:35:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div><br>Arlene really wanted Jim to have the Cheez-Its, didn't she?&nbsp; Looking tentatively at her, Jim pulled out the bag and looked at the nutrition facts on the back.&nbsp; A hundred and fifty calories, seven carbohydrates, and 230 milligrams of sodium.&nbsp; He took a deep breath, opened the bag, and took about ten or so crackers before passing the bag of crackers to Lucas.<br><br>&nbsp;"Have some," Jim whispered to Lucas whilst he was talking.&nbsp; Jim put one cracker in his mouth, let it melt on his tongue, and nearly had a religious experience.&nbsp; It was so good!&nbsp; So salty!&nbsp; The first carbs he's had in about a week.&nbsp; He nearly had to stop working because he was just so elated.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I really missed carbs," Jim said longingly.&nbsp; But he continued working on his fire by making a little tinder nest and getting his spindle stick going.&nbsp; It took about seven or eight turns rubbing his hands together up and down the spindle stick to get smoke going underneath the tinder.&nbsp; Jim then lifted the tinder nest, blew into it once, then blew into it again, and finally, on the third try, Jim got the tinder nest to catch flame.&nbsp; Jim then placed the lit tinder nest underneath the firewood stack, and began to place twigs on top of the nest in a tee-pee-like structure.<br><br>Pretty soon, the three were sitting in front of a decent little fire.&nbsp; Jim impaled the frogs on sticks and distributed a frog to both Arlene and Lucas each.<br><br>&nbsp;"The last time I was drenched..." he said thoughtfully, &nbsp;"was probably when I had to swim across Gray Lake to get away from crawlers.&nbsp; I was part of a group of survivors and we were looking for supplies at an old brewery when we encountered another group of survivors.&nbsp; Well, as you prolly know, sometimes things don't end up too well when you meet the livin', an' that's what pretty much happened then an' there.&nbsp; We had ourselves a pretty decent gun fight, meaning that we were pinned down for two hours or so while those crazy sons of bitches were taking wild potshots at us.&nbsp; Lost a few friends that day."<br><br>He took another Cheez-It and kept talking.<br><br>"Before anybody got the jump on anyone, we got outmaneuvered from the south by an army of crawlers that chased us clean to the lake.&nbsp; It was the first time I got close to a crawler.&nbsp; Anyways, I was the first one to hit the lake.&nbsp; Almost the last, too, seein' as to how the crawlers massacred us.&nbsp; I had to wade out there from dusk til' dawn while those crawlers watched me from the shore."<br><br>After taking another bite, Jim then looked around and asked:&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm gonna get you somethin' dry to wear, Lucas.&nbsp; Can I get either of you some water?&nbsp; It's not fresh, but it's potable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2017, 06:28:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene~23</div></div><br>Lucas asked when they last got fully wet. Arlene's mind went dirty for a second and she licked her lips and bit the inside of her lower lip while looking at them. She could be fully wet in a moment.....shit....she thought to herself and inhaled slowly. God she was a perv, she shook her head and at least pretended like she wasn't thinking about them naked. Both of them were good looking, muscular, and while they both had their own personality, they both had attractive qualities in their personality. Then again....she wasn't thinking about their attractive qualities right at that moment. After counting to five, she offered a smile.<br><br>Jim took the cheez-it's, which made her feel better. Especially after the look of sheer please on his face. She wouldn't help but wonder what else could cause that expression. Stop it, she snapped at herself as she took the frog from him. It had been a while since she had any type of meat. Even frog. Hard to fish in the middle of land and since she has been near the river...well...hard to stop and fish when you had crawlers coming after you. Jim spoke and she listen closely. He talked about the people he was with. Arlene couldn't help but feel bad for him. He seemed to have lost a lot of people.<br><br>Arlene was lucky. Most didn't hurt her, simply for the fact that if she couldn't do anything, at least she could trade...other things for her survival. Not that she regretted anything, she enjoyed most of the people she had been with. However, more than once did she trade services for her life, one time even for a meal and bed for that night. Sharing that bed, but a bed none the less. Shaking her head, she didn't want to think about that. Once he said his piece she spoke up softly. "Fully wet. It has been a while for sure. I mostly stayed on the land. When everything happened, I was already country side. It took months for even a single crawler sighting. Then it took another few months before we really had to start worrying about them. Plus, a lot of people tried to build communities. People usually feel safe when surrounded by other people," she knew she did anyway; "Anyway, I think the last time I was fully drenched was about three months back. This sanctuary I was with, they found this hot spring. A few of us went skinny dipping. That was obviously a mistake. Did you know running naked is really uncomfortable?" She cracked a smile as that memory came back to her.<br><br>A few of the people around Arlene's age went to the hot springs at night. It wasn't in the sanctuary, but it was so close that one could see the lanterns still from the springs. They set up candles and dared each other to go skinny dipping. For once she was actually having fun. Then they heard noises. Arlene had just gotten to the sanctuary and knew that rustle too well. The sanctuary fell two nights after that. They didn't attack, they waited until their numbers were up and they stayed out of bullet rang. It was then that Arlene realized they were not mindless. Mindless didn't hunt in packs like that...waiting for the perfect moment....it still brought shivers. <br><br>Looking back to Lucas, she tilted her head slightly. "You said you have some cans? Hmm," she pressed her lips together for a moment, "maybe we should hold on to those. After all, don't know what we can catch tomorrow..." she already saw them as a team...a group...she hoped they felt the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>18-03-2017, 06:54:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>Lucas took the bag of crackers carefully, sneaking Jim a sly smile. As he put one cracker between his lips and sucked on it, a low please mmmm rumbled in his chest too. As he tugged it into his mouth with his tongue he glanced over at Arlene, thinking to thank her. Seeing her face, he wondered if she'd picked up the humour in his line. "You sure you can spare this, Arlene? Come on have a bit of salt on your tongue." Lucas moved closer to the fire once it was going properly, and offered a cheez-it over to Arlene between finger and thumb. The line was perhaps cruder than his best, but Lucas figured it was better to work out if the woman found such joke funny or not while he was still figuring out the group as a whole.<br><br>"Sounds really rough, Jim. Even in times like this, some people are such assholes. It's why people with manners like us gotta stick together." He stared into the fire, sneaking another cracker from the bag before putting it somewhere Jim or Arlene could reach for it. "Some people these days, are scared of crawlers, but not of death, I swear. Glad you learnt to swim though." A small smile as Lucas leant close to the fire, still some shivers, but feeling much more alive.<br><br>Lucas nodded along to Arlene's tale, turning his head to glance when she mentioned skinny-dipping before turning back to the fire with a sheepish grunt. "More uncomfortable for some of us than others, maybe. Though flapping in the wind isn't great. Shit though, a hot bath sounds magical right now." He rolled his shoulders, and sagged a little. "Rough for you too though, if you are here and not there."<br><br>As Jim got up, Lucas looked up. "Thanks, man. For everything." He said in simple honest gratitude, a little tired. "Hopefully in the morning we can sort stuff out. Find a way on, right?" Sitting back he stuck his legs out towards the fire, holding his frog on a stick over the heat. "If we are doing a round the fire meet and greet, anything you want to ask us guys, Arlene?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>20-03-2017, 05:04:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div><br>Jim returned carrying with him a two-gallon canteen, some clothes, and a rolled up sleeping bag.&nbsp; He had filled the canteen with potable water the day before and it was full.&nbsp; He placed the canteen beside Arlene, and then rolled out the sleeping bag for Lucas.&nbsp; Jim never used his sleeping bag to sleep in, but often used it as a pillow.&nbsp; He had, from time to time, used it to roof a small lean-to if he ever got caught outside in a thunderstorm.&nbsp; Today, it was dry and only smelled of down feathers.&nbsp; The bag was military green and fluffy.&nbsp; The clothes were rolled up tightly into one another:&nbsp; a set of green cargo pants and a gray Army shirt with thick cotton gray socks.&nbsp; These he set beside Lucas in a neat pile.<br><br>&nbsp;"You should change out of your clothes, Lucas, and cover yourself up with the sleeping bag," Jim said, standing upright.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And you don't have to thank me.&nbsp; It's nice to have the company."<br><br>Jim took a look over the starboard horizon, and then took a glance towards the port.&nbsp; They were in the middle of the wide river now, and were heading down it at a good clip.&nbsp; The rudderless riverboat was threatening to take a turn, but thankfully took on the stream straight.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I am going to toss out the anchor.&nbsp; We might find ourselves in a den of crawlers if we run aground." <br><br><em>"Hopefully in the morning we can sort stuff out,"</em> Lucas said.&nbsp; <em>"Find a way on, right?"</em><br><br>&nbsp;"Yeah," he said as he descended into the darkness again.&nbsp; There was a loud splash, and the boat's speed was soon arrested.&nbsp; When Jim returned, he sat down, took up his frog, fixed some logs, and moved the fire about a little bit to get the flame a little hotter.&nbsp; &nbsp;"About that..."<br><br>He looked between Lucas and Arlene, and then back towards the fire:<br><br>&nbsp;"I've been a part of groups before," Jim began, &nbsp;"and I get the benefits of traveling with companions.&nbsp; So it goes almost without sayin' that I am open to traveling with both of you.&nbsp; You both strike me as honest people who aren't here to kill me, an' that goes a long way with me nowadays.&nbsp; However, before we agree to anythin', both of you should know that I'm always inclined to help strangers, especially when they are in distress.&nbsp; This has caused a lot of friction with my previous groups, so it's important for me to get that out of the way as soon as I can so you know what we're gettin' into..."<br><br>He frowned and then added thoughtfully:<br><br>&nbsp;"One cannot survive on his own.&nbsp; We need people to survive.&nbsp; We gotta help each other."<br><br>---<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong>&nbsp; I actually posted this earlier, but the message timed out.&nbsp; Good thing I re-checked!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>20-03-2017, 06:17:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene~23</div></div>Arlene couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Lucas as he told her to get some salt on her tongue. Her mind went naughty, which again, she beat down. She needed to at least make it one night without trying to do anything. Plus, for all she knew, they might not want her that way. She could easily not be either of their types, or they could still be pining for someone who passed away. Either way, she didn't need to push and fuck up what could easily be the best deal she has ever had in the whole apocalypse. Especially when all she had to do was to keep her hands to herself. <br><br>Digging in her bag, she decided she should show everything she had. At least that way they could pool everything together and find a way to live with what was there. Not like either of them seemed crazy enough to run off with a handful of snacks and crawlers on the side of them. Near the fire, she put down her "food". Mostly junk food, two nutty bars, a small personal bag of cheddar ruffle chips, three normal size bars of snickers, a chocolate moon pie, and a half eaten sleeve of saltines. "If you need salt, I'm pretty sure any of these will help with that. I raided a college dorm about a week back," it was the only good reason she probably had the worst food to survive on; she had already eaten the "good stuff".<br><br>"Don't eat too much though. If you eat more than your body needs, it makes you incredibly thirsty," she learned this lesson when she first found the dorm and ate almost nothing but crackers and top roman and then drank all of her water because the salt dehydrated her.<br><br>She watched as Jim grabbed a bag and clothes. Military. She half wondered if he was from the military of just raided a place with military stuff in it. She would ask later. Maybe tomorrow after a good nights sleep. "They have a few rooms. Once we are done eating, we can go look at the rooms. Call our own rooms," or share one, she couldn't help think and shifted slightly.<br><br>Jim spoke and she couldn't help but nod. He was right. You needed other people to survive, everyone who tried to do it on their own ended up a crawler or dead. "I agree, I would be happy to group up. Especially since we seem to get along pretty well so far," she offered a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>20-03-2017, 18:02:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>"Don't eat too much though. If you eat more than your body needs, it makes you incredibly thirsty,"<br><br>Lucas barked a laugh. "Smile when you say that, Captain." He was reasonably sure she'd gotten the joke and not been offended at least. Even if he didn't quite get a smile. "But yeah, I guess I haven't seen real junk food in a long time." He stared at the stash of food with a dopey grin before shrugging and refocusing on his slowly cooking frog. A wave of nostgalia hit him and he stared into the fire until Jim returned.<br><br>"Oh, good call on the anchor. It's that or someone's gotta stay up and poke the banks with a pole all night." Lucas got to his feet shakily, leaning over to offer his frog-on-a-stick to Arlene. "Hold this a minute, Arlene?" He said, setting the stick resting against something to keep the frog off the deck if she declined. He undid his boots and took them and his socks off, setting the boots upside-down near the fire to dry out throughly. Hopefully. He slowly ate another cracker as he listened to the other two speak about grouping up.<br><br>Turning around, Lucas undid his pants and pulled them down. The last couple of years hadn't exactly left much shyness in him, but it seemed a little more polite. His muscles quivered under his skin as another shiver ran through him. He'd considered leaving the clothes until the morning, both to impose less and not risk getting them damp with sweat or anything, but with a sigh he realised he was going to need the layers to work the chill out of himself. He bent over to pat down his legs, getting most of the remaining water off as he spoke.<br><br>"Way I see it, the crawlers hate us. Mother nature doesn't give a shit about us. People and luck are the only things on our side. And we can't do shit about luck." He stretched with a grunt, pulling the cargo pants on. "Though that's just an argument for the pragmatic types. I say help people because it sucks not to. Only a few kinds of assholes out there&nbsp; not worth helping. And if folks are strangers, it's pretty hard to know if they are lying bastards trying to kill you. So yeah." He pulled the shirt on, and puffed up his cheeks in mock-annoyance at the loose fit on his smaller frame. "I'd rather die as the kind of person I'd buy a beer, than live as the kind of guy I'd push off the ship. That acceptable, Jim? Cap'n Arlene?" He stuck his tongue out at Arlene, possibly defusing any deference the title would suggest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 03:32:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div>Jim sighed with relief.&nbsp; It was great that they had not questioned him about his odd stance.&nbsp; Jim knew it was stupid.&nbsp; He knew it was dangerous.&nbsp; He wasn't naive.&nbsp; After all, Jim had been tricked and betrayed by the very people he sought to help on multiple occasions.&nbsp; And some of those occasions were <em>very</em> close calls.&nbsp; Jim had barely escaped with his life.&nbsp; But although Jim had only invited one calamity after the other by following his benevolent credo, he hadn't stopped helping strangers.&nbsp; Maybe Lucas phrased it better than he could:&nbsp; he didn't want to be <em>that</em> guy.&nbsp; Rather, Jim didn't want to be <em>that</em> guy, <em>again</em>.<br><br>&nbsp;"That's acceptable to me, Lucas," Jim said softly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm just so relieved that both of you agree with me."&nbsp; He wanted to add that he was grateful that they hadn't quibbled over hypothetical scenarios, too.&nbsp; He was weary of people that did that.&nbsp; It had been his experience that such people were not to be trusted.&nbsp; He also wanted to tell them how happy he was.&nbsp; Just three days earlier, he had been so miserable.&nbsp; He had no home.&nbsp; No food.&nbsp; And he had never felt more alone.&nbsp; Now things were really looking up.<br><br>He took a deep breath when he surveyed Arlene's loot.&nbsp; He picked up the moon pie and, even though it was still in the wrapper, he brought it to his nose and took a deep whiff of it.&nbsp; He thought he could smell it.&nbsp; And it smelled great.&nbsp; He neatly placed the moon pie in its previous location on the ground.&nbsp; Jim felt like crying that he was so happy.<br><br>&nbsp;"... We shouldn't eat anything just yet," Jim said, chuckling with glee.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Gotta ration.&nbsp; At least until we figure out how much food is on board.&nbsp; My cupboards are bare.&nbsp; But if we're itemizing our personal belongings..."&nbsp; And Jim gave an accurate and true list of his personal belongings right then and there.<br><br>&nbsp;"Haven't had any food for about a week," he said as he finished listing his personal belongings.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Been livin' on frogs, fish, and cat's tails."<br><br>Jim pinched his frog, found him sufficiently crispy, and then slid its skin off of its leg as if it were a sock.&nbsp; Then, he cautiously nibbled the frog's meaty thigh.&nbsp; This was fancy eating in some places.&nbsp; With a mouthful, he nodded and said:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Usually you're supposed to soak these guys for a day, but I've been so hungry that it's been hard for me to wait.&nbsp; Tastes pretty good, though, if you kind of forget that yer' eating a frog."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 04:40:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene~23</div></div>Arlene couldn't help but chuckle slightly as Jim sniffed the moon pie. Unlike most girls, Arlene was not a chocolate kinda person. She could easily offer the guys the chocolate....except maybe one of the snickers. It was the only chocolate candy she liked. When she first found the dorm and gone through each room, she got a little too excited when she found a crap ton of snickers still left in the snack machine. A small blush came to her cheeks as Lucas turned and started to undress. She pursed her lips together and took his frog, look at the fire...such a pretty fire...she told herself over and over again. Her eyes only sliding over once, which she quickly fixed on her frog. <br><br>Lord help her, she thought as she couldn't help but think he had a rather nice ass for a guy about to freeze to death. Letting out a puff of air, she offered a smile once he was done and gave him back his frog. Her own was slightly burnt....which she liked. She had a thing for crunch outside and moist inside meat. She shrugged slightly and fully on bit into the frog. "I spent about a month in Louisianan. They had the best frog meat with this like dry and wet bbq. To die for," said after she swallowed not wanting to talk with her mouth full.<br><br>A bit of juice went on her lips and she licked it off. "It's been a good week since I have ad actual meat. Most heavens are vegetarians. Not that I mind since food is food, but, I miss meat," she said as she fantasized about a good juicy steak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 05:04:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>Slipping into the sleeping bag, Lucas rolled onto his front and wriggled to face the fire, nipping off scraps of skin and meat off the frog in tiny bites. Each time his tongue darted out to wipe grease from his lips. "I have to say, it's nice to meet up with kind people for once. Like... I've met a lot of okay people? Some good people. Some nice people. But. I dunno. Maybe I'm just starting to ramble at this point." He rested his face in the crook of his arm, the sudden drop in tension and the warmth doing a number on him.<br><br>"We'd better keep an eye out for places to search then. If this tub runs, we'll need fuel. Maybe some more clothes if we are lucky. Seemed like such a minor thing at first before you realise how quick constant wear makes holes." He smiled at Arlene. "And while you could probably rock the look, it doesn't help keep us all warm and alive. Man, one time I had a belt go as I was trying to run. Lost a flashlight and a shovel as I had to hold up my pants just to not trip!" He laughed at memory, sucking a leg clean of meat, then flicking the bones and sinew into the fire.<br><br>"Never knew there was so much to amphibian cuisine! Then again, never had leave in Lousiana. So many places I never got to. Not much reason to go now, I guess?" A long shrug, he was clearly fading as he worried at his frog steadily. A small honest smile came out at Jim's discovery of the moon pie. "Tell you what, Jim. I'll give up my claim on that if you wash the dishes." Rolling over lazily, Lucas caught the sight of Arlene's tongue darting out, feeling a muted warmth even as he was starting to doze off. At her line about missing meat, he tried to laugh, choking on a bit of frog for a few seconds before settling down, giggling to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>21-03-2017, 10:41:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene~23</div></div>Arlene cocked a brow at Lucas as he tried to laugh and ended up choking on his frog. Then she realized what she said and shrugged....she did miss that kinda meat too. Once she was done eating her frog, she gathered up everything. "I'm going to put this all in the gally. Would hate for all of this to go off the boat because we hit a wave or something. No worries though, I will make sure they are in the cabinets for all of us to get too." She didn't see the point of trying to hide the food or anything, besides, they all agreed not to just eat everything in one go; just in case.<br><br>Getting up, she stretched. Her current shirt rode up slightly and showed just a line of her stomach before she was finished stretching and her arms went back to her side. Regrabbing everything while bent over, she stood back up. "Well, I'm going to go find those rooms. Hope you guys have a good night," she smiled and walked towards the cabin.<br><br>Going first to the gally, she put everything in cabinets. All on the bottom shelf so she could also easily grab it since she was on the shorter side while both guys were really tall. Her mind went to both of them and she bit her lower lip. Shaking her head, she realized she was just staring at the cabinet. Like a weirdo, and she didn't want either of them asking what she was thinking about...<br><br>Taking a slow inhale, she went to the door that would lead into the boat. She was right, it was locked. Looking around for a key, she didn't find anything and moved to plan two. Getting pins out and started to work the lock, after a few moments, she heard that click and the door opened a little. Smirking with triumph, she opened the door and coughed slightly. The air was stale and slightly dusty. After a few moments, the air seemed to have gone out for the most part. Leaving the door wide open, she went into the hall. Left, caption and crew sleeping quarters. Right, master bedroom and bathroom. Thinking about it, she headed left and opened all the doors. Stale air soon became fresh air. Well, as fresh as it can in a boat. <br><br>The crew bedroom had a bunk bed and double dresser. It was simplistic at bed. The captains room had a decent size bed and dresser, as well as a small desk in the corner. Going back into the hall, she went to the master bedroom. It was large, large bed, large closet and dresser, and even had a large desk and personal section. Surprisingly, it had a door that lead right to the bathroom. Which was a good size. It held a large shower, a sink, and a toilet. Looking around, she decided on the master bedroom. It was the closest to the bathroom. She would love as she could just shower and then go right into her room to dry off. Going to the bed, she pulled off the first layer. Surprisingly, all the beds were completely made up. Dust went into the air and she coughed again. The sheets underneath were clean. Arlene started to undress, taking her shoes and socks off, her pants, and then her bra. Leaving her only in a shirt that barely went over her hip and her underwear. Lucas was right, they needed clothes. <br><br>Laying on the bed, she let out a sigh and smiled. A bed. A real bed and it was soft and clean. Almost like a cat, she rubbed her body on the clean sheets before pulling back the top sheet and crawling in. Her eyes closing as soon as her head hit the pillow.<br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~</div><br>Arlene woke up after a full nights sleep. It had been the best sleep she has had since...as long as she could remember. She didn't have to be worried about crawlers attacking in the middle of the night. Plus, she was in a real bed. Waking up slowly, she stretched in the bed and her eyes opened. The room was pretty lit up, she just noticed the windows. Sunlight poured in them and was currently hitting the bed. Warming her body and not blinding her just yet. Getting up slowly, she stretched again. Without putting her bra on, she went to her pants and pulled them on over her underwear. <br><br>Since she was young, her breasts were perky enough to go without a bra for a while. However, her nipples could be seen slightly through her shirt. Going up, she went to the food cabinet and grabbed one of the snickers. She needed food before she could do anything, that way she had energy for the day. Nibbling on the bar, she headed to the deck. She would start fishing before anything else. Everything else on the boat could wait until they had food in their stomach. Besides, as long as the anchor didn't go, they didn't have much to worry about besides food. She started to look around for the fishing poles that Lucas brought with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>22-03-2017, 04:42:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div> "Don't worry, I'll clean up," Jim said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You take it easy, Lucas.&nbsp; You've had a long day."<br><br>Jim watched Lucas lay down to sleep next to the fire.&nbsp; He took a deep breath, stood up, and then started collecting the remains of the half-eaten frogs, even going as far as fishing the frog that Lucas had tossed into the small pyre.&nbsp; They needed bait if they were gonna fish.&nbsp; And manoman, frog was bait gold.&nbsp; He stuffed the carcasses in a plastic container that once held a small med kit in his MOLLE vest's front pocket.<br><br>The young man tried to be quiet as he began walking around the perimeter of the riverboat with his rifle ready.&nbsp; He would check the anchor on every third circuit and periodically stoked the fire to keep it small but hot.&nbsp; It was after checking on the fire that he had noticed that Arlene was working on opening a door on deck.&nbsp; Jim had walked by that door a number of times, but he had never realized that it was actually a door.&nbsp; He stood by as she opened it, then descended into the belly of the boat with her. <br><br>&nbsp;"...&nbsp; Unbelievable," he said in astonishment.&nbsp; How many amazing things had he walked past because he hadn't <em>seen</em> it?&nbsp; &nbsp;"This might just be the best day of my life."&nbsp; He then stared at Arlene for a long moment, started to say something, but left it unsaid.&nbsp; Instead, he walked back on deck, saying softly, &nbsp;"I'll get Lucas down here."<br><br>Jim approached Lucas, woke him up, and said:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Arlene managed to get below deck.&nbsp; There's some beds down there.&nbsp; I'll take care of things up here."&nbsp; Jim then proceeded to put out the fire and to clean up the mess, before continuing his watch.<br><br>***<br><br>Jim didn't fall asleep until the morning hours.&nbsp; Although he had observed some crawlers in the distance, the riverboat had not attracted their attention.&nbsp; It was strange, this feeling.&nbsp; He felt safe.&nbsp; When he descended downstairs, he was careful to be silent and chose an empty bed to get some shut eye.<br><br>He woke up in a panic at the crack of dawn like clockwork.&nbsp; Jim searched the bed for his rifle, found it, and clutched it to his chest as if he depended on it.&nbsp; He took a deep breath to calm himself.&nbsp; And then he got up and went to the main deck, where he found Arlene searching for Lucas's fishing poles.<br><br>&nbsp;"Good morning, Arlene," Jim said, wiping sleep from his eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;"How'd you sleep?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>22-03-2017, 05:35:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;Lucas managed to get belowdecks and into the top bunk. He'd spent enough pre-crawler years in them it was part habit, part consideration to the bigger Jim not having to bang his head every morning. He slept heavily, lucky enough not to snore. Part of him wondered if any snorers still survived, considering the tight quarters many havens had to use to pack their population into somewhere secure.<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;On waking, Lucas sniffed his borrowed clothes and sleeping bag. Not terrible but airing should be considered. Exploring belowdecks slowly, with taps on doors before entering, he found the canteen of water in galley and measured out a small cup of water for his parched throat. He also saw the room Arlene had chosen, while he didn't go in, the abandoned bra gave him a chuckle before he moved on.<br><br>&nbsp;A much to work through the ache in his muscles as anything, Lucas gathered up all the wet clothes and his duffel bag, and anything else that looked like it needed drying out. Coming up into the sunlight he winced and headed to the top deck, draping things over benches or trying them to rails so they can get the air and hopefully lose a lot of their moisture. Chances are they'll still smell of the river after, but properly washing clothes by hand would probably require some more preparation. And maybe some soap if they can find it.<br><br>&nbsp;On the top deck, he leaned against a railing and looked out at the river banks, not much threat during the day. At least from crawlers. Noticing Jim and Arlene below with his fishing poles he decided to watch for a bit, pulling a brouchure for the riverboat tour he'd found in the bedroom. Probably the same as the one Arlene had earlier. He was mostly interested in the terrible low detail map of the route it took. If they could find a nearby town, there's a chance of finding some of the things they'd need at least. Maybe the big bedroom or the cockpit would have a better map. All these thoughts slowly trickled through his head. Hunger and fatigue made it easy to take the chance of waiting for Jim and Arlene to finish talking to just take a rest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>22-03-2017, 06:28:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>Arlene had just found the poles when Jim came up. He looked tired. She worried a bit about him not sleeping enough, but, she knew it was hard to go from normal to safe. Safe had not been a word for many people in a very long time. If she hadn't been so tired, she might have had a hard time herself. However, she had been so tired that as soon as her head hit the pillow, she passed out. Arlene offered him a smile. "Morning," she said as she brought the poles over, "by chance you still have those frogs?"<br><br>Her eyes moved over to Lucas. He looked better. At least he didn't look like he was about to freeze to death. "Morning Lucas," she offered a smile towards him.<br><br>He was hanging up his clothes, which should probably dry soon. The sun was pretty warm and beated down on the boat. Warming her skin. "Any tricks with your poles? I know some fishing poles are better than others for certain fish," she said as she looked the poles over trying to decide which one she wanted to use as using both would be kind of hard.<br><br>Noticing the brochure, she tilted her head. "There is a better map in my room if you wanna go look at it," she offered, "I can show you it real fast if you like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>22-03-2017, 06:44:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;Lucas waved back, smiling. Part of him couldn't help but look to see if Arlene had a second bra she was wearing, but he tried not to stare. "I just found them a while back. Don't know much about fishing poles, sorry. Just hope I haven't broken them or anything. No spare line or hooks in my stash at least." He gave a long slow shrug, giving Jim a nod. "Morning Jim. Thanks again for everything."<br><br>"I was just trying to work out where would be best to look for supplies." Rubbing his face, Lucas cocked his head, rolling his shoulder with a wince. "Sure, probably better than rooting around your room without you." He sauntered down from the top deck to the main deck, ran a hand through his hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 03:31:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div>"<em>Morning,</em> Arlene said, "<em>by chance you still have those frogs?</em>"<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes, actually," Jim said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You never know when a toad carcass will come in handy."&nbsp; This morning, he was wearing only his MOLLE vest and his olive cargo pants with his steel-toed combat boots, with his gray ARMY shirt dangling from his belt.&nbsp; His large arms, darkly tanned by exposure, barely fit through the arm holes of the vest.&nbsp; He rummaged through one of his MOLLE pockets, removed a green plastic container, and tossed it towards Arlene.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Here you go, kiddo.&nbsp; Don't spend it all at once."<br><br>He was joking, but who knew when their next batch of proteins was gonna come.<br><br>"<em>Morning Jim</em>", Lucas said.&nbsp; "<em>Thanks again for everything.</em>"<br><br>Jim turned to look at Lucas and was surprised by how healthy he looked now that he wasn't all pruned up.&nbsp; &nbsp;"No sweat, Lou," Jim said, smiling.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Yer' lookin' fresh this mornin'.&nbsp; Sleepin' on a bed seems to have revived yer' spirits!"<br><br>When Lucas laid out his plan, Jim couldn't help but agree with it.&nbsp; &nbsp;"That's a great idea," Jim said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"But we don't need a map just now.&nbsp; The only way to go is South, and I've been down a bit further along the east side of the river bank.&nbsp; There ain't nothin' for a few kilometers.&nbsp; I could raise anchor, and float us along for a bit.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the two of you could search below deck for food and supplies.&nbsp; Whadda you think?"<br><br><div align="center">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1gQpeIXXXXXarXXXXq6xXFXXXv/-font-b-Military-b-font-font-b-Vest-b-font-font-b-Molle-b-font.jpg)<br>Jim's MOLLE VEST</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 07:16:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>Arlene offered Jim a smile as he handed her the frog. Only now did he noticed he was only wearing the jacket thing and she shrugged. Not like she could judge at all, she was braless right now. Then again....her eyes wondered to his stomach. Hearing him say not to spend the frogs in one place, she blushed and took the frog. Once she showed Lucas the maps, she would start fishing. She was pretty good at it, they should have something for tonight. Not like she had anything better to do, and if she did it just right, she wouldn't have to use all the frogs before she caught a meal or two fro the river. <br><br>Listening to them both, she nodded. "Okay. Lucas, we will go get the map so you can have it. I'm decent at navigating, so I could probably find where we are and how far from a town we are and do all the math to see how long it would take. I so think we should pull anchor for a little bit. The boat moving through the water will give the fish more chances to bite, but wait until Lucas and I come back. Unless you know how to fish? I will leave the poles up here, if you know how to fish, go for it," she smiled and put the poles against the boat and walked over to Lucas. <br><br>Her breasts moved slightly since they didn't have a bra to trap them down. The shirt showing the shadow of where her nipples were. "Come on Lucas, I think I found a small kitchen like area, but was too tired last night," she called to him as she walked down below deck and headed for the small nook beyond the bathroom.<br><br>Opening the door, like all the other rooms, dust came out. Arlene's nose scrunched slightly and she sneezed softly. "I hate dust," she said softly as she tried to look in, "hey, Lucas. Hand me a flashlight," she said and held out her hand, "I have one in my room in my bag."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 08:41:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>Lucas snapped a salute at Jim "Aye, I'm at least fifty percent power now. Honestly, I wasn't in a great shape last night." He rolled a shoulder and rubbed at it in a wince. "That or I'll doze off in half hour have burnt myself back out again. Sorry if so." He grinned. "Yeah, we might as well float a bit more. Might coax any stuck parts on the propulsion to move too, so watch for the wheels."<br><br>He couldn't help but look down as Arlene came close. Firstly that's where her face was, but his eyes still tracked to her chest. He nodded to himself with a Hm as his suspicions were realised. "Aye aye, Cap'n" He drawled as he followed her down, watching her hips as they moved. "Best to have everyhwere checked out anyway." He chuckled to himself.<br><br>Lucas huffed and snorted at the dust too, rubbing at his nose a little. "Sure thing, Arlene." He answered and went into her room to look for the flashlight, curiously looking through bag a little too. He didn't mean to pry, and would stop when he could the flashlight but, he was curious. Coming back with it, he tested it turning on and off, coming up behind Arlene to hand it over. "Your bra alright?" He asked simply. Part of him was actually concerned, but mostly the whim to tease her caused it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 09:04:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>A deep blush came to her cheeks as he asked that, coughing softly she quickly grabbed the flashlight from him. "Yeah, if I wear a bra all the time, they wear out pretty quickly. Since I never know when I will find a bra that can fit, I try to go without one when I can. Besides, It's pretty freeing," while that was mostly true, she couldn't say that was the whole reason; a small part of her wanted to see what they would do....plus she liked being looked at.<br><br>God she was a perv, she closed her eyes and took a slow inhale before opening her eyes and letting the flashlight light up the nook. There was a jug of water with dust on it, which Arlene bent over and grabbed and pulled out. Blowing the dust off of the jug, she scrunched her nose. "Don't even know if that is drinkable..." she said softly and looked back into the nook; a large grin on her face. <br><br>"Looky looky," she couldn't help but chuckle softly as she pulled out a large bottle of some alcohol, once blown on she could tell it was bourbon, "bourbon. Well, this should make the nights a little warming," she said more to herself than to Lucas. <br><br>Looking over at him, she tilted her head slightly. Red locks sliding onto her face. "Don't see any food. Might go check by the crew beds. I saw a locker back there. Maybe some snack stuff....but if it is as dusty as this stuff...might not want to eat it unless we are starving," she said as she went by him.<br><br>They brushed each other slightly as the hall was rather narrow, Arlene had to count in her head as she slid passed him. Once past him, she moved down the hall like nothing happened. However, her skin was slightly tingly from where they touched. He was a bit cold. "You feel cold....after this, you wanna go lay down? Might want to get warmed up more," she said as they passed the rooms and into the crews room.<br><br>Going to the locker, which wasn't locked but stuck, she wiggled it a bit before it finally released. Making her step back and regain her footing before looking inside. To her surprise, there was jerky, a few bags of cracker jacks, and a water bottle. While a little dusty, not as dusty as the water and booze. "Well, maybe's a day worth of calories for one person," she looked back at him, "did you eat anything today? You might want some calories, even rationing, we have a few days worth of food even without the fishing;" not a total lie, they did have enough to eat at least one thing a day, especially now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 09:23:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;Lucas laughed out loud. "It's hard to be a woman these days. As long as your are comfortable without, the look is great on you." He flashed a toothy smile. He grunted softly as she found the jug, more at her bent over ass than the discovery, but the timing was on his side. "Even if the water's turned, more containers are always handy. Not enough jugs to go round, hmmm?" He took the jug from her with a wink, hoping his own blush was hard to see in the gloom.<br><br>"Bourbon gal, eh?" He wondered if they'd drink it. Even drinking alcohol was useful for a whole bunch of things other than a buzz. "As you say, Cap'n." he replied to her mentioning the locker in the crew room. As she brushed past him, he instinctively reached up to brush her hair back from her face. Then her hip slid over the bulge in his pants and he tensed with muted gasp. He patted his cheek with a huff of air as he followed her.<br><br>"Smile when you tell a guy that, Cap'n." He rubbed his arms and looked up at the sleeping bag on the bunkbed, before watching as she worked on the locker. "You really do know how to get into places, Arlene. Whooops." He caught her shoulders and steadied her as she stumbled from getting it open. "Anything that keeps, helps for food. I've not eaten yet, just some water. Waiting to see if the chill hit my belly."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 09:49:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>Arlene couldn't help but reply her passing him in the hall a few times in her head. Did she...was he...did she feel a bulge? She shook her head and bit her lower lip. Her eyes desperately wanted to look down, however, in the small space, it would be pretty obvious if she did. Taking another inhale, she smiled. "Yeah, when you're in the apocalypse and you travel with people, you learn a thing or two. My first group had this couple that were also thieves before. It was kinda hard to trust them, but, I wouldn't be here without them. The turned a new leaf when they realized there were more dead than alive. Anyway, the guy taught me lock picking which his girl taught me how to man handle locks," they also took to her because she also shared their bed...but she didn't think Lucas needed to know that.<br><br>Hearing that he hadn't eaten, she shook her head. "You need to eat. Especially if you are cold. You body burns more calories when you are cold, plus, the extra calories could help warm you up," she said and grabbed the jerky; opening it to make sure it was still edible and then gave it to him, "eat;" she ordered.<br><br>Moving to the bed, she sat on the lower bunk. Crossing her legs and her arms, causing her breasts to bulge slightly, and cocked a brow. "I'm not leaving until you eat that. Plus it will have salt, which I'm sure you need," she bounced her leg slightly as she watched him.<br><br>"As for the bourbon, I'm more a hard alcohol girl. Can't stand beer or wine, so if I do drink, it's hard or nothing. Besides, it can be used for a lot more than drinking. Think we might as well have scored apocalypse gold," she chuckled softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 10:17:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;"Lots of things in the world I wish I'd learnt now. Like fishing. Or making clothes. Can fix a tear, but no idea how you start." Lucas said, taking the bag of jerky with a sigh. "You might be right." he admitted, picking out a few strips and popping them in his mouth. It was good, his body urged him to just empty the bag down his throat there and then. But that feeling wasn't uncommon these days. "You should have some too. And Jim. Keeping variety is important. Even if it's just for morale." He murmured around the tough dried meat, a low sigh of happiness at the flavour.<br><br>Once she sat down he came over to push thick chunk of jerky at her, mutely insisting as he chewed and sucked on his own share. Sitting down, she might not have to look far to see the outline in the crotch of his pants. Not a raging to be free erection but definitely a presence. Folding her arms under her breasts hadn't helped it calm down at all. "Mmmf. You might even be right at that." He answered her comment about salt, plucking a bit more jerky from the bag before tightly rolling up the open top of it, setting in on her lap. "Share with Jim, alright. We are in this together."<br><br>He reached up to pull the sleeping bag down off the top bunk, body arching and muscles flexing under the loose shirt Jim had loaned him, still standing in front of Arlene. "Can't use it for that if we drink it though. Can't drink your booze and have it too." He laughed stepping away as he rolled up the sleeping bag under one one. "Figure I might get some rest in the air and sunlight at least. Unless you've a better plan, Cap'n?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>23-03-2017, 10:33:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div>Arlene let him give her the jerky, she didn't need it. She already had a snickers. While not great, it held a lot more than the piece of jerky. he couldn't help but watch him reach up. Her eyes practically devouring his body, especially when his muscles flexed under his shirt. So close, she could easily see him half aroused and she wondered if it was because of her, or morning wood he couldn't shake. When he laughed and stepped away, she tried to not look obvious. However, she looked at him like a dog looked a t-bone. Coughing slightly, she offered a smile at the booze comment. "Yeah, I know. Maybe we can have a toast when we have more than a days worth of food," she said, her voice a little husky.<br><br>Clearing her throat, she stood up. Without really thinking, she pushed the jerky to his lips and not moving away until he took it from her. "I had a snickers already, I will give the rest to Jim though. I agree, we should share," sharing is caring she couldn't help but think naughtily.<br><br>Her eyes darkened slightly. She had a few ideas where he could lay, but, it was hard to think like that when they needed food and more. Plus, Jim was up there by himself. While they had a lot less to worry about on the boat, there were still concerns. Blinking a few times, a few tense seconds, she offered a friendly smile. Stop being creepy and rapey Arlene, she scorned herself. "I think you might be right. Napping in the sun might be the best bet. Let the sun warm you up. Especially while it is warm enough to warm you up, but not so bad that it could hurt."<br><br>She got off the bed, the cramp room made it where they were very close. She inhaled slowly, trying not to be obvious. "Let's hope I catch some fish huh?" She tried to lighten the mood...and her own mind as she passed him again; their bodies touching enough to make her ache and almost bolt as soon as she was out of the door. <br><br>God, he probably thinks I'm a freak, she thought to herself as she walked up onto the deck. Finding Jim, she gave a bright smile. "Hey! Found a jug of water, doubt it's good though. Also some bourbon, this jerky," she brought up to him and handed to him, "and some cracker jacks. Oh, and another bottle of water that might be good. Lucas already ate his share of the jerky. The rest is yours. I ate a snickers already," she told him honestly while she took the pool, hooked the frog and started to fish; mainly to catch food, but partly because she needed to clean her mind before she either jumped one of the guys, or they thought she was a freak.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-03-2017, 05:38:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div>By the time that Arlene returned to the main deck, Jim had dragged the anchor back on board.&nbsp; The river had taken them further downstream, and Jim had been dutifully guiding the riverboat from running aground with a long pole.&nbsp; It wasn't arduous work, but it required a great deal of focus.&nbsp; He also didn't want the riverboat to take the stream sideways.&nbsp; Flipping the riverboat might have been a cool sight to behold, but he didn't want to be on board when that happened.<br><br>&nbsp;"That's some good loot," Jim replied, focusing his gaze on something floating in the water.&nbsp; The non-potable water that Lucas and Arlene found could be made potable with water capsules.&nbsp; And the Jerky...&nbsp; Jim took the jerky, looked down at it, and then stored it in one of his pouches.&nbsp; You couldn't be Army and not love jerky.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm really happy I didn't shoot you in the face when I saw you yesterday, Arlene.&nbsp; I love jerky.&nbsp; Thanks."&nbsp; Suddenly, Jim fell unto his knees, reached over the side of the deck, and pulled up a corpse of a middle-aged African American male.&nbsp; The corpse was bloated and reeked of death.&nbsp; Jim inspected the corpse's palms and the inside of his mouth, which were purplish. <br><br>&nbsp;"Drowned," Jim said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"... and recently." <br><br>Jim looked over the corpse.&nbsp; He wished that things weren't the way that they were.&nbsp; He wished that seeing dead folks wasn't a common sight.&nbsp; He wished that there was something he could do for the man.&nbsp; But there really wasn't anything he could do for him.&nbsp; Jim didn't even have a shovel to bury him properly.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and began searching him.&nbsp; Jim found a thick size-36 brown belt with a belt buckle, which he took.&nbsp; Jim also cut off the corpse's pant legs since his trousers were threadbare and probably unusable.&nbsp; He searched the corpse's pockets and discovered a book of half-burnt matches and a metal toothpick.&nbsp; He didn't take either of them.&nbsp; He also found a pack of water-logged cigarettes in the man's shirt pocket.<br><br>Jim then sat back on the deck, looking incredulously at the corpse.<br><br>&nbsp;"Is everything all right, Arlene?" Jim asked.&nbsp; &nbsp;"With you, I mean?&nbsp; You seem...&nbsp; I don't know.&nbsp; I'm worried that you might feel a bit worried...?&nbsp; You know, about your safety.&nbsp; With us.&nbsp; It's like you're trying to walk on egg shells around us."<br><br>Jim had misapprehended Arlene's lust for fear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>24-03-2017, 16:57:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;"Count me in for that toast then. No offence, but you seem like you really want it." Lucas cocked his head curiously at her voice and look. As she pushed the jerky on him, he dipped his head, lips dragging over her fingertips as he took the treat. "Thanks Cap'n. For saving me from those gross peanuts for a start." During the couple of seconds she'd paused, a shift of his weight moved him a little closer to her, drawn in by the moments of tension, testing the edge of her personal space.<br><br>When she finally replied, Lucas rocked back onto his heels, nodding with a mock-salute. "Yeah, that was my thought. I know we aren't counting points or anything but, I'd really like be well enough to pull my weight, you know?" He tried to quell a rumble in his throat as she brushed past. "I believe in you, Arlene. It's the fish I'll blame." He winks, waiting a few moments to put some space between them and re-center his thoughts.<br><br>Spending a few minutes tidying the things they'd found, Lucas came back on deck with a quiet wave, going up to the seating deck and laying out the sleeping bag on a bench. He checked and turned inside out most of the drying clothes and such before settling on the sleeping bag and stretching out to doze in sun.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 00:34:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div>Her nose scrunched as Jim pulled up the body. It had become too regular to see random dead bodies. Especially self done. Too many people were giving up, Arlene could understand that though. There were a few times that she even thought about it, especially when she ran out of food and water. Luck was the only reason she survived. That was when she found the dorm, she luckily found a key to get inside. Even luckier that since it was locked up so well, no one was in it. Not even crawlers were able to get inside. She would have stayed, but it became lonely quickly....and once the crawlers knew she was there, they started to gather and try to get in. After a window broke and only surviving thanks to the bathroom, she fled as soon as the sun started to rise.<br><br>Jim patted the corps down, grabbing anything useful before putting the poor body back. When everything first happened, Arlene buried every body she found. Then there were too many bodies to do that with. Eventually you learn to just walk away. Humanity was hanging on by a thread and that thread was becoming thinner and thinner. A small frown on her lips. As Jim asked if she was okay, her face flamed red for a second before going to a soft pink. How would they react if they knew her dirty thoughts? Her...problem has gotten in the way several times. But, it also saved her more than once as well. Still, Arlene would wait....wait to tell them....or jump them...either way. Now was not the time to tell anyone that if she could, she would happily jump their bones and be ready for round two in a minute.<br><br>"Uh...yeah...I'm okay," she offered a smile as she hooked a bit of the frog meat to the hook and threw the line, "I don't think you guys would hurt me," at least in a way she wouldn't like..."besides; I think you two are good guys. I doubt you two would do anything uninvited..."<br><br>Which she believed, but god she wish one of them would do more than be a gentleman....then again...they all did just meet each other less than 12 hours ago. God, I'm a useless perv, she thought to herself and sighed softly. "So, what was all on the body?" She asked curiously, she knew he grabbed something, but didn't see what it was.....and she wanted to change the subject.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 04:52:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div><br>Jim was visibly relieved by Arlene's response.&nbsp; His shoulders lowered, his head bobbed downwards, and he let out a soft sigh.&nbsp; &nbsp;"That's great, Arlene," Jim said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm really glad.&nbsp; I think the three of us actually make a really good team.&nbsp; It's important for us to express our concerns early so that small issues don't become big problems later."<br><br>Perhaps he sounded naive, but Jim had a lot of ideas about how a new society should work.&nbsp; See, he had witnessed tenuous alliances fell apart over the smallest things.&nbsp; He even once saw fifteen people die because some guy didn't get his fair share of bananas.&nbsp; Bananas!&nbsp; So it was critical for him to ensure that Arlene was okay.&nbsp; Other people would have been intimidated and uncomfortable in similar circumstances.<br><br>Hooking his hands beneath the corpse's shoulders, Jim easily dragged the corpse towards the edge of the boat.<br><br>&nbsp;"This fellow didn't have much on him," Jim explained.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Had a few wet smokes.&nbsp; I don't smoke, but cigarettes barter like gold.&nbsp; And I took his belt and his pant legs."&nbsp; Jim gently slung the corpse overboard.&nbsp; It fell into the water and made a small splash.&nbsp; Jim then stood upright, checked his rifle at his waist, and then picked up the pole he was using to steer the boat away the coast.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Now that I've got people to look after, I have to start working on makin' a medkit," Jim said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You just never know when you'll need a handy medkit.&nbsp; I took the belt cus' it's just handy to have, but I got it because it can be used as a tourniquet.&nbsp; And I took the pant legs because we don't have bandages.&nbsp; I'll sanitize them later in boiling water."<br><br>Since the boat didn't need any redirecting, Jim then asked:<br><br>&nbsp;"All right -- we've searched below deck.&nbsp; Did you guys figure out where you wanted to go?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 07:03:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>As Jim visibly relaxed, she smiled back and nodded. She agreed; so far they seemed like a really good team. Plus, Jim clearly cared about keeping them together, which comforted her even more. It meant that if she did loose control, he would still probably be around. Not letting something like her banging anyone's brains out effect them being a team. This made her relax more as well.<br><br>Arlene paid attention as he talked about the body and what was on it. She was glad that Jim was thinking ahead, planning on making a medical kit. Which was something they needed for sure, even beyond the crawlers, shit sometimes just happened. Especially while they try to fix the boat. Which they would need too if they planned on being on it for more than just this river. "I'm really glad you're thinking ahead," she said softly, almost coming out as a purr. <br><br>Arlene somewhat paled....they didn't even look at the map. She felt like smacking herself. "Umm....we actually totally forgot to look at the map. I say just follow the river until we find something. We all know going back isn't an option. Plus, this river was a famous mailing route way back when. I'm sure we will cross something soon enough. Plenty of people like putting their houses near rivers;" which she never understood, but to each their own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 04:09:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div><br>&nbsp;"It used to be that folks could just wing it," Jim replied.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Now, everyone's gotta think two steps ahead to survive.&nbsp; If it ain't the crawlers, it's folks lookin' to kill you.&nbsp; If it ain't folks lookin' to kill you, it's starvin' to death.&nbsp; I've gotten used to thinkin' ahead."<br><br>Jim guided the boat away from the bank with his long pole, and then corrected the boat's yaw.<br><br>&nbsp;"It's just as well that you didn't find a map," Jim added.&nbsp; &nbsp;"... I reckon maps have a tendency of getting folks that have lost their way killed.&nbsp; The river'll provide everythin' we need.&nbsp; We'll just have to cannibalize other boats and loot homes along the way.&nbsp; We might get lucky an' find a gas pump at a dock.&nbsp; We'll be cookin' wit' fire if we can get this riverboat churnin' gas fumes, that's for sure."<br><br>Although Jim had a tendency to be taciturn, once you got him going, he went on and on.<br><br>&nbsp;"Have you taken a gander at the engine yet?&nbsp; Think you can fix it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 04:28:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>Arlene nodded; he of course was right. At the beginning, it was pretty easy to just wing it. Let life take you where you went, and it was rather easy to find whatever you needed. However, as time went on, the crawlers becoming more and more dangerous, and stuff getting harder and harder to find. Well; one just couldn't wing it anymore. You needed plans now to survive. Without one, you might as well die because if you get caught by a crawler....Arlene shuddered at the thought.<br><br>"Thanks again for looking ahead, I really appreciate it," she smiled and without thinking, she kissed his cheek. A deep blush came to her cheeks and she looked hard at the water trying to pretend she didn't just do that.<br><br>As he mentioned the places they would probably pass, she nodded. A little scared to look at him after that kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, I'm sure that we will find something. After all, this used to be a pretty popular mail carrier and after that it was used to do tours. I'm sure they had places to stop and visit and places to gas up. After that though, we should try to make it out of here. Can't just keep going up and down this river. The crawlers are getting to smart," the last part drifted slightly.<br><br>Arlene, lost in her thoughts, had a small frown on her face. Anyone who paid even half attention to the crawlers could see they were getting smarter. At first it was just rage, hunger, primal. Then it was like they learned what worked, how to notice if someone had been there recently....tracking. It was scary, as they learned, they became more and more dangerous. Especially if you stayed in one spot for too long. His voice was barely filtered into her brain. "Oh," a small 'o' on her lips as she looked sideways at him, "uh...I haven't looked at that yet either..." what the hell did they do while down there again???
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 05:49:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div><br>There once was a woman that the broad-shouldered infantryman had loved.&nbsp; She was a solemn and peaceful woman with profound brown eyes whose inner strength had carried him past things that he longed to forget.&nbsp; But she was gone now.&nbsp; She died on a rainy day in April and Jim buried her body underneath an old cypress tree.&nbsp; As he walked away from her grave, Jim could not help but feel that his love had killed her.&nbsp; Because if the two had not loved each other, then the man with the rifle would not have tortured her and left her to die in a pool of her blood and intestines.<br><br>Jim had lost everything.&nbsp; And just when he had obtained a small reprieve from hell, the world took that, too.&nbsp; The world was dark now.&nbsp; It was unfriendly and ugly.&nbsp; And although he could recognize that Arlene was beautiful, it had not struck him truly until she kissed him.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she kissed him, he froze immediately.&nbsp; Arlene's touch was warm and sweet.&nbsp; He could feel her energy.&nbsp; He could feel her presence.&nbsp; It was aromatic and electric and tantalizing.&nbsp; It was then that Jim also realized that he had felt so alone.<br><br>&nbsp;"... I..." Jim started, but then stopped.&nbsp; He didn't really know what to say.&nbsp; His mind was reeling, but he also felt like he couldn't think.&nbsp; He also couldn't focus on anything that Arlene said.&nbsp; Her mouth was moving, but he could not hear anything.&nbsp; His ears were burning and he could feel the veins on his forehead pulsing.<br><br>Jim wanted desperately to kiss her.&nbsp; He wanted to grab her face with his rough hands and kiss her right there on the bow of the ship.&nbsp; He could think of nothing else.&nbsp; Every fiber of his being ached when he didn't.&nbsp; He just stared at Arlene in melancholy.<br><br>&nbsp;"Please don't do that again," Jim said softly, sounding as if he was not quite sure that he meant it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 06:31:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>Arlene already felt like she messed up, however, as he asked her to not do that again, it felt like it stung. Shit, I fucked up so much, she thought and frowned. Giving a nod, she stared hard at the water. "I won't...." she whispered.<br><br>The tension was broken by the pole being almost jerked out her hands. Her eyes widened slightly and she pulled hard, using the reel to fight and get the fish. As she tugged hard, she finally got it to come up. It flopped hard on the line and she almost lost the pole. "Shit," she swore as she yanked it hard and it came at her.<br><br>The fish flopped for a few seconds, her shirt getting wet and her nipples turned hard. As it finally suffocated, she looked up wide eyes and surprised. "A trout (http://www.fieldandstream.com/sites/fieldandstream.com/files/styles/large_1x_/public/import/2014/import/Image/2009/photo/18/wr1_0.JPG?itok=bmqYyOj7)," she said dumbfound; "a big one too!"<br><br>A large smile on her face and she actually laughed. "At least a dinner!" She got up and shivered looking down.<br><br>Her nipples were almost visible and hard as a rock from the fish wetting her shirt and sliding around her chest. A deep blush reddened her whole face...especially after her fuck up just a second ago. Looking up, she frowned slightly. "I...uh," she stuttered for a moment, "I'm going to go change and clean the fish....then maybe look at that engine...." she said softly as she got up, quickly grabbed the fish and fled down into the boat.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>~*~*~*~</strong></div><br>Once she was down and into the boat, she almost threw the fish into the sink. "I can't believe I did that...I fucked up so much...now it's going to be awkward and it was all my dumbass fault," she muttered and chastised herself.<br><br>Letting out a puff of air, she went to her room. So much into her head, she forgot to close the door. Grumbling, she took her shirt off and threw it on the ground. Now topless, she went to her backpack to look for a new shirt. Which would be hard, since she was already running out of clothes before she boarded the boat. She kept mumbling to herself as she dug through her pack.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 08:06:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br></div><br>When the line tugged at Arlene's fishing rod, Jim set aside his confusion and sprang to action to help her catch the fish by helping her hold onto the pole.&nbsp; But when his hands touched hers, Jim shifted gears and pulled the line in with his bare hands.&nbsp; When the fish was finally aboard, it made such a fuss splashing about that poor Arlene got all wet.&nbsp; It was hard for Jim to look at Arlene because her wet shirt clung to her swollen bosom in such a way that it incensed him with lust.<br><br>&nbsp;"... Yeah..." Jim said as he tried to avert his gaze from Arlene's breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp;"A fine trout, too."<br><br>Jim wanted to say something else but he didn't know what to say.&nbsp; He watched her as a desperate forlorn man who longed to touch her again but couldn't.&nbsp; And he did not move until she disappeared into the lower deck.<br><br>~*~*~*~<br><br>Jim had not been in Arlene's room before, but he now found himself standing at her door.&nbsp; She had not shut the door behind her and so he got merely a glimpse of her lovely figure before she turned her back to him.&nbsp; He had come down to talk to her.&nbsp; To explain himself.&nbsp; To tell her how meaningful her little gesture had been and how it had impacted him.&nbsp; But she was just standing half-naked now.&nbsp; He stared at her spine as he wondered what to do.&nbsp; She had not yet noticed that he was standing there.&nbsp; He felt like he was intruding.&nbsp; He felt dirty.<br><br>Jim coughed into his hand to get Arlene's attention.&nbsp; But instead of saying anything when she turned to look at him, Jim entered the room, approached her, and wrapped his large arms around her.&nbsp; His hands fell to her thick waist, and he lifted her hips up so that her legs wrapped around his own waist.&nbsp; He then pressed her against the wall, pushing his upper body against hers.&nbsp; He could feel her warm breasts against his chest.&nbsp; He then slowly brushed his rough lips against hers.&nbsp; Then, pushing his forehead lightly against hers, he said:&nbsp; &nbsp;"... I'm sorry... I overreacted.&nbsp; I'm... I've..."&nbsp; Then he softly kissed her again -- barely stroking her lips with his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 11:33:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>A cough made her almost freeze in place....oh no...she thought a small blush on her face as she turned around to James. Her arms went up to try to cover her chest. Which only made it worse as her arms were not bigger than her breasts and made them squeeze together instead. <br><br>In one fluid movement, Jim came up to her, wrapped his large arms around her. His hands grabbed onto her waist and hips and lifted. Her face show surprise as she let out a small squeak as he pulled her into his arms and then up against one of the walls in her room. His chest pushed against her; her breasts squished against his muscled chest and she gasped as he brushed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened as she looked at him. While she was more than happy he wasn't upset at her for the kiss on the cheek, she didn't expect such a reaction.<br><br>As he pushed his forehead against hers, she looked at him wide eyed. Still a bit surprised at the whole encounter. He stuttered and she wondered what made him so frazzled. Then he kissed her...or rather teased her with his lips against hers. Shivering slightly, she pulled her lips back. Licking her lips, she could almost taste his on hers. "I-" she inhaled slowly, "just....do you want to do this? Because if we go down this road, there is no going back and....I can't stop after a certain point," she told him breathless and honestly.<br><br>Just as she said this, he pulled back and her heart sank. Would he refuse her? A small frown came to her face as he swayed slightly. "Jim, are you okay?" She asked as he pulled away and she slid down the wall and onto her feet.<br><br>Jim shook his head slightly, a deep frown on his lips as he swayed again. "I don't feel so good," he panted.<br><br>Arlene moved to his side and put a hand to his forehead and he was claimy and cold. "You're sick....probably due to nothing but frogs. Come, I will take you to your bed. You should sleep."<br><br>Helping him to his bed, she came back to her room and changed quickly before returning to the top deck with Lucas. "Jim is sick, I put him in bed," she informed him before going back down and started to scale and clean the fish.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>03-05-2017, 22:02:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;Lucas was warming up nicely in the sun, but was only dozing, so he sat up and grunted quizzically when Arlene came up on deck, nodding slowly at the her statement, he got up after checking the ships position and surroundings he went belowdecks quickly checking on Jim before coming to the doorway of the galley, leaning against the frame and waiting for a moment when she wasn't working the knife to speak.<br><br>&nbsp;"Doesn't look too bad at least. Maybe a little more reason to risk checking any supermarkets or pharmacies." He paused an cocked his head. "Though like, a small town clinic might be more likely to be intact." He looked her over, a low puzzled grunt as he noticed she'd changed her top. "Thanks a lot for fishing and everything by the way. It might be a real lifesaver. Is there anything I can do to help out?"<br><br>&nbsp;He folded his arms and shifted to lean on the other side of the doorframe, frowning a little. "And, when you are done with the knife and all, can we get you topside so we can check if you are coming down with something too?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>06-05-2017, 09:33:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>As Lucas checked in on Jim, she finished taking the scales off the fish, she started to cut it up into portions. Since the fish was a good size, they could easily live off it for two days for all the meals. More if she could make stew with the bones and some of the meat. As Lucas came back up, she finished with the fish all together, leaving the bones attached to the meaty tail for stew that she would figure out later. Looking at him, she let out a small sigh. "I agree, we should stop as soon as we are near a town. We need to look for pills and if we can find anything of use. Hell, even some new clothes and bed spread would be amazing."<br><br>As he looked her over, she couldn't help but blush softly. Her body was still hot from the action between Jim and herself. Which she tried to ignore as he thanked her for catching the fish. Offering a smile, she blew the piece of hair that got into her face. "No problem, I really don't mind. I figure we will need to eat and some how I don't think that we can survive on jerky," she chuckled softly and shook her head.<br><br>As he asked how he could help and the leaned against the frame and said he needed to check her out. A small smirk came to her lips, and shook her head slightly. "I can come up now if you like. I want to make sure I'm not sick," she moved up and past him and went up to topside and waited for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>07-05-2017, 20:31:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;The way Arlene blew the stray lock of hair away made Lucas cock his head and consider her face again. "I'm not saying I'm suprised you are doing it. Or that you are a saint or whatever. Just, you know. It's appreciated?" Lucas rolled his shoulders slowly, working his chin as he pondered his words. A laugh tried to bubble out at smirk on her lips, but he muted it into a cough. He nodded as she moved post to go topside, giving her enough space to get past, but not as much as he could have. The brushings against each other from earlier still bouncing around his head.<br><br>&nbsp;Following up the narrow stairs behind her was quite pleasant, the light from above silouhetting her body, the curves of her hips looking luscious to Lucas. When they came into the sunlight his face looked quietly smug and pleased. Taking a few moments to catch his breath and look around to check the general situation he peered at her from a few steps away. "You don't seem terribly green or bloodshot at least.." He arched his neck and rubbed the back of it with a low hmmmm. "I could try and check more, but it'd involve getting up in your space and touching you. Which would be a pleasure of course, but only if you are cool with it? I don't want to be another in a long line on unwanted attention."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>09-05-2017, 06:06:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>Her skin was still warm and her stomach was tight from need from Jim, that was what she told herself as she felt the heat between her legs as Lucas gave her barely enough space to pass. Her arm had brushed against his and it made her skin tingle. As she went up, she could almost feel Lucas's eyes on her toned rear. Without meaning to, she added a little sway and almost gave him a show as she climbed the stairs. Slow enough to give him a good show, but fast enough so she wouldn't be "dawdling". Her thoughts were slightly confirmed when she turned to look at him and a boyish smug look was on his face. Yes, he seemed to like the little show that she gave him. This made her stomach clinch. God help her, she thought and without thinking, her lips parted slightly and she breathed a little heavier.<br><br>As he looked her over, her eyes refocused on him and she cocked a brow. Going completely on instinct, an impish smile came to her lips and she chuckled softly. The chuckle was deep and seductive. If she somehow made it through this without jumping him, it might be a good idea to take care of herself before she continued for the day. "I don't mind you touching me," it came out as a purr.<br><br>Realizing this, she coughed slightly and shook her head. Yes, she would definitely need to take care of herself after this little check up. Though, the last thing he said made her tilt her head slightly. "Unwanted attention?" She asked softly and curiously.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>09-05-2017, 22:37:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;Lucas coughed and blinked a moment before she did, rolling his eyes as he stepped close and presses the back of his hand to her brow. His other hand dropped to rest on her waist without thinking. "What's the confusing word there, Cap'n? Attention, or unwanted?" He asked lightly, checking the back of his hand against his own forehead with a low puzzled grunt. Peering into her eyes, his face came close as he took shallow breaths. "I mean, are you saying a hot girl like you doesn't get hassled about stuff?"<br><br>&nbsp;Looking her over a few more long moments he finally shrugged. "Well, I think we are both kind of tired and stressed, but either we aren't feverish, or we both are?" He flashed a smile, forgetting the hand on her waist lightly holding onto her. "Anything we need to ah, talk about or whatever? Before we get on with all that surviving business?" His fingers idly tidy her hair back from her face a little as he waits for her answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>10-05-2017, 08:32:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>Arlene became acutely aware to his touch and she leaned slightly into it. Even if he didn't mean for it to be sexual, the tightness between her legs would argue with his intentions. Her eyes looked up at him as he moved closer, close enough that she could feel his exhale against her face. As he asked his question, she couldn't help but smirk slightly and tilt her head. Her eyes glimmered with amusement. "Are you saying I'm hot?" She asked and arched a brow.<br><br>As he spoke again, she nodded. Still acutely aware to his hand on her waist and just how close they were to each other. If she moved just an inch, her breasts would push against his chest. Licking her lips, she sucked in her bottom lip for a second as he asked if there was anything they needed to talk about before they went back to survival. Every nerve almost demanded to touch him, maybe even kiss him. Her eyes dilated slightly from arousal as she looked at him like a loin looks at a zebra. As his fingers pushed idle strands from her face and back into place, she leaned her face into his hand as she watched him. The small movement made her move closer and her breasts brushed against his chest. "Is there?" She whispered softly as she watched him, not wanting to make the first move, just in case it was just her damn hormones thinking for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>13-05-2017, 19:19:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;"Are you saying I'm hot?"<br><br>&nbsp;In a little bit of a distracted state himself, Lucas blurted out his response without thinking. "Don't believe me? Ask my cock for a second opinion." The turn of phrase had bubbled up from years ago, a jest in frustration at a girlfriend with self image issues. He blushed deeply, tensing into stillness, intensely aware that the bulge that she'd rubbed against earlier in the day was back in full force. He huffed out a low grunt and finished his checking over of her, shivering a little from the tension.<br><br>&nbsp;As Arlene's face pressed against his palm, Lucas' heart raced, he felt sure his pulse must be hammering against her cheek through his thumb. The hand at her waist pulled her firmly against the bulge in his pants, a push of his hips grinding it for a moment. A shift of his weight rubbed his chest against her covered breasts as he brought his forehead down to rest against her hairline. "There really is. But first... as it's sunny... let's hang up our clothes to air out. So we don't risk getting them torn or dirty. Okay?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>15-05-2017, 23:48:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>His blurt made her raise an eyebrow and her eyes slowly looked down his body. Her eyes almost undressing him before finally reaching where his cock would be. Indeed, there was a bulge. She couldn't help the small groan that vibrated her throat. Arlene just looked up fast enough to notice his blush and she chuckled softly. The tension was thick between them and Arlene had to hold back from just touching and kissing him. Her body still filled with need, and now it was focused on Lucas.<br><br>She felt his grip tighten on her hip and pull her closer. Her hips touched his and she could feel his bulge press against her, which caused her to groan again and did everything she could to not lose it. As his forehead rested against hers, she looked into his eyes and shivered slightly as he spoke. Giving a nod in agreement, she pulled back enough to be able to undress. However, she stayed close enough to smell his natural musk and feel his exhale against her cheek. Looking in his eyes, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly lifted the shirt up. Slowly exposing her stomach, giving him a teasing show until her breasts were visible. Once her shirt was removed, she felt antsy and wanted to touch him again. Closing the small gap, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pushed it up his chest. Her nails lightly scratched along his muscles.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>19-05-2017, 17:00:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;Despite the anticipation, Arlene's groans helped Lucas relax a little, showing his read of the situation was correct. Or at least, correct enough. He let out a gasp and a shiver as she stepped back a little, watching intently as she lifted her shirt. His own hands where quickly working at his belt and fly, wriggling them down over his hips as her breasts become visible. Hooking his thumbs, he brought his underwear down with his pants, pushing them to his knees and kicking them down and stepping free as she got her shirt over her head.<br><br>&nbsp;His hard cock rested against her belly as she came closer to push his shirt up, arching with a grunt as her nails traced over his skin. He reached around to grab her behind with both hands, firmly testing at the feel of her flesh as he pulled her tight against him. "We kissing too, Cap'n? Or just fucking?" He asked breathlessly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>27-05-2017, 16:55:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>It was obvious that Lucas was just as eager as she was, which surprised her a little bit. He was quick to take his bottoms off, just as her shirt came off, she could feel his cock lightly slap against her belly and rest there. Since he was so much taller than she was, it was easy for her to look down for a moment. Her eyes admiring his length and once his shirt was off, her hands went down and traced his body with her hands until her hands were on his hips. One going over and lightly touching his cock. Her fingers walked up his length before looking up at him as he spoke. His bluntness brought a shiver up her spine and she licked her lips. Luckily chap stick wasn't hard to find in the apocalypse, so her lips were smoothed and not cracked and dry.<br><br>As he reached behind her, both his hands cupped and pulled her closer. She breasts smooshed against his chest, and when she stood on her tip toes, his hard cock rubbed against her shorts. "Do you want to kiss too, or just fuck?" She whispered as her face moved closer.<br><br>Her eyes looked up at him while her lips lightly skimmed along his jaw. Even though he was still a little cold, his cooler skin felt amazing and teasing against her very hot skin. She let out a slow exhale, her breath tickled along his jaw and neck as she waiting for him to answer. Her fingers moved slowly and lightly gripped and circled his cock. A shiver went up her spine as she gripped his length and her hand slid up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>30-05-2017, 13:13:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;Lucas lifted his arms and arched, letting her pull his shirt off, rolling his shoulders with a low moan as she trailed fingertips along his cock. The feel of her warmth sunk into his body, awakening his skin from it's dull numbness. Part of him wondered if this was some strange wet dream, but honestly not much of him cared at this point. She felt full and luscious and happy to be there and Lucas had never really asked for more.<br><br>&nbsp;As she rose on her tip-topes, one of his hand slid to support her a little and the other pushed down the back of her shorts to grab and squeeze at her buttock directly. "I do like kissing, it's fun and sexy." He nuzzled her hair a little as she kissed at his jaw. As her hand circled his shaft and slid up it's length he shivered and his hands tensed against her flesh. "Mmm. But if you are impatient, feel free to turn around and drop those shorts over your sweet fucking hips."<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>11-06-2017, 03:11:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>His hands supported her while she reached up, making her hips more level to him. Which made his hard cock rest and twitch in her jeaned crotch. Her hips rocked and lightly grinded against him. She grinded enough for the sensation to make him harder and pulse against her, but not so hard that he would get a rash or it be uncomfortable. Her arms wrapped around him and she helped keep herself up as her arms snaked around his shoulders and her fingers traced small circles between his should blades. Moving her lips, she lightly kissed and nipped at his jaw until she came back to his lips where she answered his question with her lips. She kissed him soft and sweetly. More like a lover rather than someone he just meet a day ago and ready to fuck like rabbits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>14-06-2017, 23:03:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;He grunted quietly, pushing back against her grinding crotch a little. Shoulders dipped a little to help her loop arms over them, and shifted back and forth with each circle drawn between his shoulderblades. Lucas' chin lifted and moved as Arlene kissed along his jaw, making her work just a fraction harder to find his lips for the soft kisses he returns with a low chuckle. Sucking at her lower lip, he grinned slyly.<br><br>&nbsp;"Oh, that is nice." He murmured against her lips. Dragging nails over her behind he kissed again, a little harder. "But I think we still need to lose the shorts." He teased, leaning forward to settle her back onto her feet, tilting her head back with slow lazy kisses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>16-06-2017, 03:43:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>Arlene couldn't help but chuckle slightly against his lips, making her own lips vibrate slightly against his. Pulling away slightly, she looked up at him amused. "I think you just want them off so we are even," she smirked as her hand stroked up his cock again.<br><br>Moving out of his hands for a moment, she hooked her thumbs into her shorts and tugged slightly. Letting the shorts slid down her legs, her boy short panties clung slightly to her body. Once the shorts hit her feet and the ship, she moved her fingers to her pants and slowly pulled them down. Since she hadn't exactly been able to shave or anything since her last safe hold, her neither lips were lightly fuzzy. Nothing to horrible, but still not smooth and hairless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>27-06-2017, 22:37:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;Lucas let out a soft gasp as her chuckle tickled his lips. He raised his eyebrows, snortly lightly. "That is so not the reason, Cap'n." He drawled, arching at the stroke of her hand, squeezing at her full behind as he twitched against her fingers.<br><br>&nbsp;He rocked back on his heels to watch as she slipped free, letting out a rumbling appreciative noise. As she slid her shorts down, he started to pace around her, eyeing her from every angle. Reaching out a hand he dragged his fingertips over her shoulders as he circled her, leaning in to kiss the nape of her neck quickly. "Have I told you you are really hot yet, Arlene?" He joked, coming back round to in front of her again, keeping the distance between them until she chose to close it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>05-07-2017, 10:43:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>Arlene couldn't help but chuckle softly as he disagreed with her reason. Her eyes watched his as his eyes explored her body. Noting how his eyes grew slightly darker, she could see he at least liked what he was looking at. As he started to circle her, she couldn't help but feel like a lamb to a hungry lion and it made her spine tingle. After the apocalypse, you didn't exactly have a lot of time to admire your partner. Most of her sex life after the walking dead was in the dark and quick. Just enough for both of them to feel good and be reminded of her humanity and thirst for sex.<br><br>A shiver went through her and she let out a small groan as she felt his lips on the nape of her neck. Her neck always being a weak spot. Half closing her eyes, her lips parted as she let out a slow breath. His words tickled her ear and neck, and as he came back round and stood in front of her. Arlene's eye's slowly explored what she could see. It only took a breath for her move towards him, her eyes traveled up his body. Their eyes met as she finished closing the distance. Without saying anything, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders to pull him down slightly and pull her up, as she was much shorter than him, and kissed him soundly. A leg swung over his hips, their sex's pushed against each other. Causing her to moan softly against his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>13-07-2017, 19:51:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;Lucas responded to her shiver and groan with a low moan of his own, nails pressing to her skin for a moment. Shifting slightly as her eyes roamed over him, he leaned down as her arms came up, meeting her lips warmly. His hands roamed over her hips, grabbing to feel her and support her a little as she pulls up against him. His body tenses and shoves against her with a grunt as their sexes press against each other. His grip slides to the back of her bent knee to hold her close as he rubs against her panting a few times.<br><br>&nbsp;"Sorry, not quite ripped enough to carry you and fuck at the same time." He teased against her lips, slowly lowering them both to the deck. As her weight is taken by the wood, he slides a hand from her rear up to cover and fondle at one of her breasts. Lucas holds her knee up to spread her thighs, looking down as he rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth over her folds again and again, not quite finding the right angle to enter her properly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>17-07-2017, 04:30:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>Her skin felt hot and tingly against his as they heavily kissed and touched each other. As he grinded against her, her folds became wet and slick. Making the eventual deed enjoyable and easy for him to slip inside. Her own hands went around his shoulders and she pulled him closer. Her breasts pushed against his chest as they kissed more. He pulled back slightly, and his words earned a small giggle. As he lowered them onto the deck, she quickly wrapped her legs around his hips and grinded her sex against him. <br><br>Arlene couldn't help but get ever so slightly frustrated with him rubbing up and down her folds. However, she took it as him teasing her, not because he couldn't find the right angle. Her leg muscles tightened as his tip kissed her entrance and with a roll of her hips, he was inside her. Causing her to moan louder, which caused her to bite down on her lower lip as she looked up at him and breathed out slowly. "Shit you are big," she panted with a small smile on her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>02-08-2017, 22:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br>&nbsp;As Lucas' shaft rubbed against her folds, the fondling hand on Arlene's breast catches her nipple between it's fingers. The roll of her hips lets his hot length slip into her and brings forth a shuddering moan from Lucas' chest. "Mmm. Certainly feels that way in you. You alright?" He gasped out as his need drove his body to keep moving, if slowly, rocking back and forth, pushing a little deeper each time. His back bent as he dipped his head to kiss and nibble under her chin.<br><br>&nbsp;Pulling back, one hand cupping a breast, the other a hip, he moved in long slow strokes. Dragging the tip of his cock against the roof of her channel as he pulled back against the grip of her legs, then thrusting back in with a rough grunt. "Fuck, you are so hot." He whined, a tense shiver making his muscles flex all at once. "Nnnh. It's been so long." He groaned, pressing a fierce kiss to her mouth, pressing her head back against the deck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Last Chance on a Riverboat (Ty&amp;Wicked Emi&amp;PhantomPistoleer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>22-08-2017, 23:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br>Letting out a whiney moan as his fingers caught her nipples, she felt her stomach tighten and almost a need for him to be inside her. To fill her folds and make the sensation her body was starting to crave. Just as she rolled her hips, he slipped inside of her. Causing her to cry out in pure pleasure. Her hips moved again. God, she needed him buried inside of her. DEEP inside of her. Trying hard to control her breathing, she takes slow deep breaths. <br><br>Lucas seemed as needy as she was, as he drove forward. Giving her sweet friction that caused her to moan and wrap her legs around his hips, opening herself more to him. Quickly getting used to his size as their hips rocked together. Soon, his lips kissed and nibbled under her chin. "Shit," she whispered as she moved her head so he had more access to her neck.<br><br>She was drenched with arousal. Her juices coated his cock as he moved deeper and deeper into her until his balls hit her. As he thrusted into her, gunting and whining softly, it sent a shiver up her spine and her legs tightened around him. She hadn't expected the kiss, but it was rough and fierce, making her head press against the deck. Her arms went around him, fingers intertwining with his hair as she pulled it softly. Kissing him back hard, nipping at her lips and making her hips push against him. Making his cock bottom out inside her again. God, the feel of him, she whined and her hips wiggled. She needed more, god she needed him to fuck her. To pound her senseless and kiss her viciously. "Please," she begged against his lips.
			</dd>
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