WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown & NejraTu)
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				Title: <strong>WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>01-10-2015, 18:29:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>WRECKED: </strong>Second Chances</span></span><br><br>(<em>moved from Bondage: Human solos because I belatedly realized it should be in exotic</em>)<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Scenario</span></strong></span><br>In one reality stream, Dean Matthews, a young and successful business man (who also happens to be an alpha wolfblood), successfully assists a Lesbian employee in getting pregnant, with the help of one of their mutual lawyers, Jamie Harrison; after-which he boards an elevator and crashes at the bottom of the shaft in a freak accident. In another reality stream, Jamie Harrison (who doesn't know she's a lionblood, or more specifically a cougar) is in the process of trying to assist her lesbian friend Silvia and her employer, Dean Matthews, get Silvia pregnant; during which an airplane without control, crashes into the apartment building she's in, and obliterates the room and everyone in it in a huge fireball. Both Dean and Jamie believe they've died, it was a death-worthy wreck for both of them, but alas, they find themselves on a strange island, with another version of the person they thought they knew, where nothing is as it seems and everything is designed to push them to their limits, and each of them starts their journey with a brand new tattoo. What will become of them, whether they will survive each other or the Island can only be determined through time, and on Everlast, they have an unlimited supply...<br><br>(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/elizabeth_mitchell.jpg)<br><strong>Jamie Harrison</strong> |<em> Elizabeth Mitchell</em> | Nejra Tu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=36723)<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[center][img]http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/elizabeth_mitchell.jpg[/img][/center]</code></pre><br><br>(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_KellanLutz.jpg)<br><strong>Dean Matthews</strong> | <em>Kellen Lutz</em> | Countdown (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=41807)<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[center][img]http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_KellanLutz.jpg[/img][/center]</code></pre><br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0a/MatthewMcConaughy.jpg/799px-MatthewMcConaughy.jpg)<br><strong>Adam</strong> | <em>Matthew McConouhy</em> | Countdown (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=41807)<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[center][img]https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0a/MatthewMcConaughy.jpg/799px-MatthewMcConaughy.jpg[/img][/center]</code></pre><br>(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/_ChristinaCox_as_BillieNona.jpg)<br><strong> B.I.L.L.E. Nona</strong> | <em>Christina Cox</em> | Nejra Tu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=36723)<br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NEED TO KNOWS (NTKs) for the Island</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Anyone who wakes up on the island will inherently know it's called Everlast.</li><li>Everlast Island appears to be in the middle of the ocean with no visible land anywhere from any direction off it's coasts. </li><li>The Island land mass from the northwest point to the southeast point is only approximately 700 meters. Include the docks for the Ocean Villas the distance spans 800-900 meters total. From the North side and South sides of the Island, where the distance is shortest, it is approximately 300-400 meters from beach to beach. (800 meters is a 1/2 mile rounding up)</li><li>The Island is a nexus of time, some characters may come from as far back as the 1500's, and from Hundreds of years in the future, though certain technology may be taken or stripped from the host before they arrive on the Island.</li><li>The Island is also a nexus of realities. Some characters may come from a reality where supernatural creatures like vampires and werewolves exist. Aliens. Dimensional Beings. Dragons. Zombies. Dinosaurs. <em>Use your imagination</em>. </li><li>Guests are inked with a tattoo of a snake around a martini glass in one of these colors -it's small and not always in the same location.</li></ul>(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_StarIcons.png)<br>-(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_BlackStar_Icon.png)- Tibmag / -(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_BlueStar_Icon.png)- Traehdoog / -(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_PurpleStar_Icon.png)- Redael / -(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_RedStar_Icon2.png)- Rellik / -(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_OrangeStar_Icon.png)- Nwap / -(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_GreenStar_Icon.png)- Ekans <br>(these marks are important, in some locations, they will allow entry/access or deny it, it may single the character out to be affected by something, or not to be, etc.)<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Toilets are pressure sensitive, you sit it wakes the sensor, you stand up, it flushes.</li><li>Lights are motion activated unless otherwise noted in the locations spoiler. Anyone or anything walks into these areas and the lights will come on where applicable. Only the Clinic has bright lighting, everywhere else it's dim accent lighting just enough to see in the dark.</li><li>There are no street lamps on the Island but there are torches like you see in the medieval times, as well as lanterns and candles.</li><li>The meals provided can be read about in the Locations spoiler under the Sea Grill and the Market Restaurant. Snacks between scheduled meals (7am, noon and 5pm) can be procured at the Chef's Garden or from the edible plants on the Island.</li><li>Guest clothing which is destroyed or ruined will not be returned during cleanings. New clothes may be acquired at the Boutique and Jewelry Shop.</li><li>It's a tropical Island this means yes there are coral reefs in the swim zones, which are the light blue areas on the pictures and maps. There are a variety of fish, eels, turtles, starfish and crabs. There are coconut palms, calabash and bay tree's, hibiscus flowers, banana's, mango and sea grapes to name some of them. </li><li>ONLY where indicated in a Location spoiler, or Anomaly spoiler, is there any written text to be read (in any language) by anyone anywhere on the Island. This means there are no labels or signs unless indicated in the spoiler as such. The exception to this is with anomalies where messages are given or exchanged with guests. </li><li>Anomalies occur on the island, including but not limited to: when someone new is dropped off (<em>that's a random anomaly</em>); sometimes a box is left in a random place, with something inside that is either useful, or dangerous to the guests, but they wont know which until they open it (<em>that's a random anomaly, more examples can be found in the "RANDOM ANOMALIES" spoiler in the next reply</em>); some locations offer guests varying sensations at different times of day, or with extended time in the Boutique for example, telepathy is possible (<em>those are location specific anomalies, found in the LOCATIONS spoilers in the next reply</em>)</li></ul></div></div><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Φ Φ Φ Φ Φ Φ Φ Φ RANDOM ANOMALIES Φ Φ Φ Φ Φ Φ Φ Φ </strong></span></span><br><br>(<em>With the exception of the</em> "NEW GUEST ANOMALY"<em>, you may opt your character out of these random anomalies</em>.)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NEW GUEST ANOMALY</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/Wrecked-Banner-01.png)<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: &nbsp;poetry by Alive Until Dead aka Remmy</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">BEWARE ALL YE WHO WAKE UP HERE,<br>THE MAKERS ARE MANIPULATORS OF FEAR.<br>TRUST NOT THE TRAVELERS WHO SNEER,<br>THEIR PLOYS ARE DECEPTIVELY SINCERE.<br><br>STRIKE BONDS AND SOLIDIFY THEM FAST,<br>YE SHALL NAME THIS ISLAND, THE EVERLAST.<br>FOREVER AND ALWAYS A CHANGING CAST,<br>SOULS FROM FUTURE, PRESENT, AND PAST.<br><br>BE WARNED THIS LANDS TRUTH OF REALITY,<br>LINES OBSCURED WITH INTRICATE FALLACY,<br>A CONVOLUTED CONVERGENCE OF MENTALITY<br>AWAKEN BY THE HETEROGENEITY OF HUMANITY.</span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>What Happened?</strong> The guest was living life as usual when they experienced a wreck/crash (anything from falling off a bike or being pushed off a building, to being in a car accident, plane crash, train wreck, space collision, or anything else&nbsp; you can imagine), and then they were snatched from their life, their reality, their time-line and put on the Island of Everlast, a place of Neverwhen and Alwayswas. The transition from the wreck to the island is instantaneous, and all guests are as they were before the wreck.<br><br><strong>What does the guest experience?</strong> The guest will experience their wreck up until the moment of unconsciousness. When they wake, they will be on the island (exact location can be discussed) with the full memory of what just happened, and everything before, as if the crash somehow knocked them into a dream that's not a dream. If they consider the Island, and wonder about what Island they are on, they're likely to hear the above poem in their mind, naming it and cautioning their stay here. They will have a tattoo (see NTKs above) marking the Island's use for them, somewhere on their body (we can discuss the appropriate mark and you can choose where it is). They will be dressed as they were, but without any technology or weaponry (with the exception of an AI or someone with mechanic parts), and may have limitations implanted on their abilities or triggers implanted in their mind including but not limited to: <br>(all triggers can be set off by all guests unless otherwise noted, and none of the guests will be aware of them until it happens)<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>A voice/word triggered activation/or/cancellation of their ability(ies)</li><li>Implanted memories from one of the other guests (not always true memories) triggered by a location or word/sound</li><li>A stun implant that, upon a triggered word or action, sends a shocking stun through the guests body, immobilizing them for three minutes.</li><li>A teleportation implant that will teleport a guest to a specific part of the island when triggered by a word/sound</li></ul><br><strong>Will this be reoccurring for the guest?</strong> If the guest dies on the Island, they might repeat this anomaly from the moment of blackout to wake-up, with full memory of how they died. It's possible they are a clone the second time, or have been repaired, player preference.<br><br><strong>Out of Character Notes:</strong>&nbsp; This is the ONLY anomaly automatically experienced by ALL guests. Let's discuss the character specifics when we set up our scenario.</div></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">POSTING BETWEEN LOCAL HOURS 0300-0400 ANOMALY</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">AKA: The "DEAD HOUR" Anomaly:<br><br>If you're starting your post between the hours of 3 AM and 4 AM your time, <br>then this anomaly applies to your character during this post, <br>please use the AKA in your post leading up to the affects caused to your character,<br>&nbsp;just for clarity! <br><br>i.e. "when the <em>Dead Hour</em> struck..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>What Happened?</strong> The guest has a sudden wave of crashing memories, replaying the experience of their wreck over and over again, regardless of what else is going on...<br><br><strong>What does the guest experience?</strong> In more vivid detail than before, they will remember the sights, sounds, smells, sensations, and feelings they experienced leading up to and during their wreck, in a scattered loop or start-to-finish loop continuously (for the duration of your post). If they have strong mental capabilities, they might be able to let it run like background noise. In some cases of less mental control, these memory flashes may cause outburts of confused reality.<br><br><strong>Will this be reoccurring for the guest?</strong> (only if you want to do it again when posting during this hour)<br><br><strong>Out of Character Notes:</strong> This is for fun, just to explore the character's experience leading up to their stay on the Island. This is also an opportunity for the character to notice things about their wreck they might not have before. We can use them to plot twists in the story!</div> <br></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">POSTING BETWEEN LOCAL HOURS 0600-0700 ANOMALY</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">AKA: The "EARLY BIRD" Anomaly:<br><br>If you're starting your post between the hours of 6 AM and 7 AM your time, <br>then this anomaly applies to your character during this post, <br>please use the AKA in your post leading up to the affects caused to your character, <br>just for clarity!&nbsp; <br><br>i.e. "when the <em>Early Bird</em> get's it's worm..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>What Happened?</strong> The Early Bird gets Morning Wood (or Wet)! Arousal is the anomaly here, potent and fuck-demanding, including impulses to fuck inanimate things, or masturbate to gain relief in the absence of another guest. Only guests with strong, bodily control will have a chance to ignore or overcome their urges, the others may be prone to raping, dry humping, or other lewd acts of climactic intent.<br><br><strong>What does the guest experience?</strong> An overwhelming urge to mate/fuck/get off, perhaps in that order of priority. Everything will be exciting to them, will move them to desire so heavy it feels like an addictive need, a need for a fix, a fix of fucking. Even if they're in the middle of a hulking-out rage induced battle, when the Early Bird special arrives, there's little most can do to stop themselves from fucking someone or something, including public masturbation if all else fails. Because there is no waiting, it's a powerfully insistent anomaly.<br><br><strong>Will this be reoccurring for the guest?</strong> (only if you want to do it again when posting during this hour)<br><br><strong>Out of Character Notes:</strong> Smut! Just an excuse to throw in random smut, a quick raping that can be in the one post, or carry on into those that follow. When this anomaly comes into play, I will allow Non-Con, but my character (depending on who she is) may fight even if it's also exciting her)!</div></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">POSTING BETWEEN LOCAL HOURS 0900-1000 ANOMALY</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">AKA: The "BUSINESS END" Anomaly:<br><br>If you're starting your post between the hours of 9 AM and 10 AM your time, <br>then this anomaly applies to your character during this post, <br>please use the AKA in your post leading up to the affects caused to your character, <br>just for clarity! <br><br>i.e. "No one wants to be on the <em>Business End</em> of..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>What Happened?</strong> Paranoia. Someone is watching and their intent is nefarious. There is no hiding from this feeling, or thinking there might have been a camera lens there, or a person in the brush, etc This anomaly invokes extreme paranoia in the guest, making them irrational and over-protective of whatever they care about, be it themselves, a possession, or another person. <br><br><strong>What does the guest experience?</strong> When the Paranoia hits, everything they do is being watched, being assessed and possibly cataloged to be used against them. They feel an overwhelming need to protect their favorite things/person from these watchers, and possibly to even hide it/them. They will be irrational, no one will be able to convince them that this is not happening, and it's possible for them to be driven to do things they wouldn't normally do.<br><br><strong>Will this be reoccurring for the guest?</strong> (only if you want to do it again when posting during this hour)<br><br><strong>Out of Character Notes:</strong> This is just to shake things up, though it is possible we can use the post later, and describe that their activity WAS filmed somehow, and play it for the other guests at some point while this guest is present. This is also an opportunity for the thing/person they care about most to be revealed to others in their obsession to protect it/them. This does not have to carry on beyond this hour/post.</div></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">POSTING BETWEEN LOCAL HOURS 1200-1300 ANOMALY</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">AKA: The "LUNCH RUSH" Anomaly:<br><br>If you're starting your post between the hours of 12 PM and 1 PM your time, <br>then this anomaly applies to your character during this post, <br>please use the AKA in your post leading up to the affects caused to your character, <br>just for clarity! <br><br>i.e. "When the <em>Lunch Rush</em> hits..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>What Happened?</strong> Hunger! Whether it's their desire for fine things, money, to be prepared, to eat good food, or enjoy a good lay, they will suddenly have a hunger for their deepest hunger. It will be unquenchable, and they will stop at nothing to try quenching it; be it shopping in the Boutique, lounging in the spa, hunting under every mattress and floorboard for hidden cash, glutting out in one or more of the food joints, etc, they will seek out and indulge in this hunger.<br><br><strong>What does the guest experience?</strong> Whatever the guest hungers the most for, they will experience this hunger at the forefront of their thought. Everything they do will subconsciously drive them to indulge in this drive, and no obstacle will seem insurmountable. The effects are only temporary, and they may feel like they were in a trance when they snap out of it, unsure why they were unable to control that particular hunger. Like before, strong mental characters might be able to control themselves to some degree while lesser mentalists may over-indulge in a binge capacity.<br><br><strong>Will this be reoccurring for the guest?</strong>(only if you want to do it again when posting during this hour)<br><br><strong>Out of Character Notes:</strong> This is to reveal your character's hunger. It's for fun. Enjoy it! (If they hunger for sex, or pleasure, or to fuck, NC is okay for this anomaly too!)</div></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">POSTING BETWEEN LOCAL HOURS 1500-1600 ANOMALY</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">AKA: The "ITCHING HOUR" Anomaly:<br><br>If you're starting your post between the hours of 3 PM and 4 PM your time, <br>then this anomaly applies to your character during this post, <br>please use the AKA in your post leading up to the affects caused to your character, <br>just for clarity! <br><br>i.e. "The <em>Itching Hour</em> was upon him..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>What Happened?</strong> A literal discomfort with an imagined something. Like being sure you must have left the stove on when running to the store, it will bug your character, but they wont be able to figure out what it is they're forgetting, or should be doing. This anomaly is disorienting.<br><br><strong>What does the guest experience?</strong> Disorientation! They will feel like they forgot something, or they should be doing something important, but they wont remember what what it is. They may feel like something is going to happen, have an itch of anticipation they can't shake or identify. It will make them restless, active, and force them to stay in motion, perhaps even in indecision. <br><br><strong>Will this be reoccurring for the guest?</strong>(only if you want to do it again when posting during this hour)<br><br><strong>Out of Character Notes:</strong> This is just to shake things up! To disorient a character and perhaps bring their worries to surface.</div></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">POSTING BETWEEN LOCAL HOURS 2100-2200 ANOMALY</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">AKA: The "HOUR OF WHISPERS" Anomaly:<br><br>If you're starting your post between the hours of 9 PM and 10 PM your time, <br>then this anomaly applies to your character during this post, <br>please use the AKA in your post leading up to the affects caused to your character, <br>just for clarity! <br><br>i.e. "It must have been the <em>Hour of Whispers</em> because..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>What Happened?</strong> Player's choice! The guest hears whispers of some kind, in the shadows, in another room, on the wind... what are they saying? do they compel the guest into any action?<br><br><strong>What does the guest experience?</strong> This is up to the player!<br><br><strong>Will this be reoccurring for the guest?</strong> (only if you want to do it again when posting during this hour)<br><br><strong>Out of Character Notes:</strong> Feel free to include whispers of my characters thoughts! Or, whispers of what my character is not saying but wants, or anything that invades her privacy to spice things up!</div></div></div><br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">blank ANOMALY code for adding your own in play</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[spoiler=NAME YOUR ANOMALY]<br>[left][b]What Happened?[/b]<br>[b]What does the guest experience?[/b]<br>[b]Will this be reoccurring for the guest?[/b]<br>[b]Out of Character Notes:[/b] i.e. will this affect the other character(s) too?<br>[/left]<br>[/spoiler]<br></code></pre><br></div></div><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">(see below for a MAP and location details,<br>&nbsp;villas will be added in-post during play as we get to them)</span><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>01-10-2015, 18:29:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">WRECKED- Island Locations Directory</span></strong></span><br>(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/EverlastIsland_Map.png)</div><br><hr><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">PUBLIC ACCESS LOCATIONS</span></strong></span><br><hr>(PUBLIC ACCESS <em>meaning any guest on the island unless otherwise specified within that locations spoiler</em>)<br>(Location specific Anomalies are located in that location's spoiler and indicated by a&nbsp; &gt;:))<br>(For Anomalies that effect specifically marked individuals in some way, you will also see their tattoo image next to the spoiler so check it out!)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">GUEST FACILITIES</span></strong></span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Boutique and Jewlery Shop</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br>(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-BotiqueJewleryShop3.png)<br>(The Boutique is where guests can replace or change their choice of attire. The lights are always off until someone or something enters the building. Display cases operate the same way, requiring someone to get next to them to turn them on. The Boutique is across the path from the Clinic located on the south center of the Island.)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Interior accent lighting<br>- Interior display lighting<br>- Outdoor night lights<br>- Mobile oil lanterns<br>- Beach torches and lanterns</li><li>The floor seems to be made of marble, the walls painted white but lightly textured and sparsely decorated with images of or around the Island</li><li>Clothing and accessories match the guests time period and reality, M/F, and always fully stocked</li><li>Guests may find items they've talked about wanting elsewhere on the island, excluding any type of weaponry or anything they intended to use as such.</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>At/after sunset guests get a sense of euphoria</li><li>With 1 or more in the shop for more than three minutes, telepathy is probable: <br>- Both thoughts and emotions are shared<br>- effects last until they leave, or the moon is no longer in the sky.<br>- moonless nights cancel this effect on the guests <br>- Guests with mental control may control what is shared </li></ul></div></div> &gt;:) <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chefs Garden</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-ChefsGarden.png)<br>(The Chef's garden is located on the east side of The Market Restaurant. It has 24 hour access and appears to be tended in the same mysterious manner as most of the Island facilities. The harvests always appear fresh as if the garden is not susceptible to seasons.)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Outdoor night lights<br>- Mobile oil lanterns<br>- Perimeter torches</li><li>surrounded by a wall of slender wood archways draped in a soft linen, privacy can be afforded, or shade given</li><li>outside the linen wall are picnic tables of stone, which look almost ancient</li><li>the garden is sectioned with plants that enjoy growing together in the same box</li><li>foods grown include but aren't limited to:<br>- Tomatoes<br>- Celery<br>- Carrots<br>- Snap peas<br>- Broccoli <br>- Peppermint <br>- Sugarcane<br>- Oranges<br>- Apples<br>- Bananas<br>- Coconuts <br>- Strawberries<br>- Bee hive w/ honey</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>on a full moon the freshly picked strawberries eaten by guests will cause an increase in their senses x2<br>-the more they eat the longer lasting the effects from an hour to a day</li><li>On a blue moon rising (2nd full moon in a month) all the garden food, including what was eaten that day, spoils and rots <br>- this can make people sick, like severe food poisoning</li></ul></div></div> &gt;:)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Clinic</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-Clinic.png)<br>(The Clinic is located on the north center of the Island, across from the Boutique &amp; Jewelry Shop. It is fully stocked for most injuries and even some life threatening mishaps. All lighting is activated by the presence of a person. The exam rooms are equipped with an X-ray machine and a full array of first aid supplies. The operating room is fully equipped like a standard 2015 operating room. The surgical tools, cannot be removed from the Clinic, possession of one will prevent that person from walking out of the Clinic. Having it in a bag will stop the bag from being able to leave the Clinic. The exception to this is when noted in RP and anomalies. Some characters may be given the ability to remove a tool from the clinic, this information will have been agreed upon before being RPd. )<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Bright interior lighting<br>- Outdoor night lights<br>- Perimeter torches</li><li>2 exam rooms</li><li>1 Operating room</li><li>Reception w/ waiting area</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>A Rellik cannot enter this building unless they are injured</li></ul></div></div> &gt;:)(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_RedStar_Icon2.png)-Relliks<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Club House</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-Club.png)<br>(The Club House is located on the west side of the Island, across from the Beach Residents. The Club is the only location on the Island that has a computer terminal. This terminal is off and without power unless otherwise stated in the "Extras" or anomaly threads. The mini bar is stocked with vodka, whiskey, bourbon and scotch. The Movie theater screen is set against the East-north-east wall (or for simplicity sake, Northeast wall) with red Victorian style theater curtains framing it. The projector is bolted to the roof and is off unless stated in the anomaly threads.)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Interior accent lighting<br>- Desk lamp<br>- Outdoor night lights</li><li>Guest computer</li><li> Lounge style seating</li><li>Mini bar</li><li>Movie theater screen</li><li>No windows</li><li> One door</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Any time a Ekans enters the room, the computer powers on<br>-The screen is blank but anyone with implanted memories will be triggered</li><li>Anyone with a weapon will not be able to walk through the door<br>- This includes makeshift weapons<br>- As well as non-weapons carried with intent as a weapon</li></ul></div></div> &gt;:) (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_GreenStar_Icon.png)-Ekans<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Island Info Center</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-IslandInfoCenter.png)<br>(The Island Info Center is located on the south side of the Island directly north of the Jetty. The pens provideD are high quality ballpoints without any labels. The notebooks are pocket sized and college rule lined. The lighting in here is activated by the presence of motion, sensed within the walls.)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Dim interior lighting<br>- Outside night lighting</li><li> English Island Map (use the map above)</li><li>Sitting area</li><li>Front desk</li><li>Spare black pens</li><li>Blank notebooks</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>between dusk and dawn, females see cats in the corners of their eyes</li><li>males hear hounds just beyond the walls</li></ul></div></div> &gt;:)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Market Restaurant</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-MarketRestaurant.png)<br>(The Market Resturant is the largest eating establishment on the Island. The main entrance and location of the buffet displays face the south end of the beaches. Progressing northeast the resturant branches into small dining huts for a more private dining experience, and then into a larger dining hall with a single long-hall table and bench seats. East of the dining hall is the Chef's Garden. <br><br>The Buffet Breakfast is a wide stretch of selections from raw fruits and vegetables to cooked combos like loaded cheesy scrambled eggs complete with bacon bites and sausage cubes. There are even egg wraps to make your own omelet (sort of.) What breakfast buffet doesn't come with a full stock of yogurts, cereals, oatmeals and yes, even grits?<br><br>The Lunch Buffet is a tailgate party with wings (traditional and boneless,) fried cheese sticks, chicken and shrimp. Hotdogs, brots, metts and hamburgers are also available. There are a range of thin, curly and wedge fries both regular salted and Cajun style. Cabobs are also on the menu with wood spears and a "stack your own" station with precooked and raw cut selects of meat and vegetables for guest choice. Deli cut meats and cheeses are also available with fresh baked breads and all the trimmings. <br><br>14 oz T-bone steaks, mashed potatoes and gravy start up the dinner menu. Home grown baby spinach salads with guest choice of toppings and dressings are also available. Whole and sliced fruits and cheeses are among side choices are are cooked vegetables like steamed broccoli, fried ochra and lightly smoked corn on the cob. Baked chicken and breast, as well as filet o'fish also make the dinner buffet menu. )<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Overhead accent lighting<br>- Private hut table lanterns<br>- Dining Hall<br>- Outside night lighting</li><li>Dining Schedule:<br>- Buffet Breakfast at 7am<br>- Buffet Lunch at noon<br>- Buffet Dinner at 5pm</li><li>Private dining huts </li><li>Dining Hall</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Buffet food cannot leave this location, it will disappear</li></ul></div></div> &gt;:)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sand Bar</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-SandBar.png)<br>(The Sand Bar is one of two Bar's on the Island. It's located on the west side of the mainland on the north end of the Infinity pool. It has an almost complete view of the Ocean Villas from the pavilion area. The Sand Bar has it's own beach dock which extends past the length of the Infinity Pool and can, from it's end, view the entire 200 block. The sand flooring here appears freshly raked each new time it's entered when previously unoccupied, just like the cleaning of the rooms. This entire bar has an invisible shield keeping out bugs like mosquitoes, from the covered area of the bar.)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Accent roof lighting<br>- Candle chandelier <br>- deck torches<br>- table lanterns<br>- Outside night lighting</li><li>Fine white sand floors</li><li>[Fully stocked bar w/ wine</li><li>Small group lounge seating</li><li>half barrel coffee tables</li><li>inflatable throw pillows</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Male Relliks will feel extra flirtatious here, especially if they are artificially attracted to someone</li><li>Female Nwaps will feel extra safe here</li></ul>(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-SandBar2.png)<br></div></div> &gt;:) (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_RedStar_Icon2.png)-Relliks | (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_OrangeStar_Icon.png)-Nwaps<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sala Bar</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-SalaBar2.png)<br>(The Sala Bar shoots off the north side of the Island. It has two covered decks as well as docks where there is additional lounge seating. The Jukeboxes music is diverse and pulled from all the realities of the current guests. The residents of the 300 and 400 blocks on the Island have the shortest walk to this particular bar which views them as well as the east wing of the Ocean Villas. <br><br>The joint dispensary is high grade cannabis neatly rolled into fat joints for the guests recreational use. The same can be said for the shrooms which are of top quality and brewed to a mild and manageable potency. The only time either will have adverse or strange side effects from their intended use, is when named as such in an anomaly spoiler. )<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Table lanterns<br>- Candle chandeliers<br>- Outside deck torches<br>- Dock catwalk accent lights</li><li>Two decks of seating</li><li>Two dance floors</li><li>Jukebox billions of music options</li><li>Fully stocked bar, including wines</li><li>A joint dispensary (fat stogies!)</li><li>Magic (shroom) tea</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>none in this location</li></ul></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sea Grill</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-SeaGrill.png)<br>(The Sea Grill is located on the south side of the Infinity pool. It has a view of the ocean and the west wing of the Ocean Villas. The Breakfast feast is served at 7am provided no one is present before then waiting for it. The feast is diverse with steak omelets, wide variety of whole grain toasts, fruits, oats, cereals, sausages, pancakes... well you get the idea. Find a table with your kind of breakfast food and help yourself!<br><br>Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!<br><br>The Lunch Buffet is an all you can eat array of healthy light meal choices like fish, turkey and of course a variety of vegetables. Fruit cocktails are also available in the buffet with whole grain breads and wraps. There are shredded and square cut cheeses. Pickles are dill and come whole, half, and quarter cuts as well as sandwich slices. There are kale salad options with grape tomatoes, carrot shavings and your choice of dressing, so help yourself! <br><br>The Dinner plates are Sea Grill sensations. While the dinner menu is heavy on the seafood, there are steak burger options with home-fry slices plain and Cajun spiced. The seafood dishes range from Lobster and crab to squid and eel with a bit of shellfish on the side. The dinner plates are modest compared to the buffet lunch but the full flavor brilliance make them filling.<br><br>*Sushi of all varieties are available at every meal time at this location)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br></li><li>Service Schedule:<br>- Breakfast feast 7am<br>- Lunch buffet at noon<br>- Dinner plates at 5pm</li><li>Long group tables</li><li>Cozy twofer tables</li><li>Lounge seating</li><li>Ocean and tropic Island view</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>none at this location</li></ul></div></div><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>RECREATIONAL FACILITIES</strong></span></span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Devarana Spa</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-DevaranaSpa.png)<br>(The Spa is located around the west center of the Island. It's spread over a large area covered by various palms, small trees and bushes. There are benches around the spa area for lounging and relaxing, they are iron but free moving. The canaries in this area often sing in the trees and sometimes the bushes. They are distant from the guests.)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Interior accent lighting<br>- Outdoor night lights</li><li>Reception w/ waiting area</li><li>Individual bath houses</li><li>Koi pond</li><li>Lounge Benches</li><li>Canaries</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>none at this location</li></ul></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">East Dock</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-EastDock.png)<br>(The East dock is located straight off the east coast of the Island. It has it's own dock which has accent lighting that only turns on after dark and when the presence of someone is on the dock. Lights advance two feet around the person or persons. The hickory wood logs for the fire pits are constantly replenished in stacks near the pit. If guests don't start the fire themselves, the East Dock will always spark an evening fire as the sun sets.)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Hickory wood fire light<br>- Dock accent lights</li><li>360 bench seating w/ cushions </li><li>2 cone fire pit</li><li>Hidden waterproof speakers</li><li>Tribal &amp; Island drum music</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Nwap's or <strong>Tibmag's</strong> who are primed for implanted memories will be given the memories of the last Rellik or Ekans to leave.<br>-Memories are of the other individuals wreck and/or recent emotional event of their past.</li></ul></div></div> &gt;:) (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_OrangeStar_Icon.png)-Nwaps | (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_BlackStar_Icon.png)-<strong>Tibmags</strong> | (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_RedStar_Icon2.png)-Relliks | (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_GreenStar_Icon.png)-Ekans<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fitness Studio</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-FitnessStudio.png)<br>(The Fitness studio is located near the Club house and across from the Sea Grill. The lighting here always remains off until someone enters the building, then the entire interior lights up at the same time, not sectional lighting. The Fitness Studio is cleaned in the same manner as all the other locations, it smells of lemon grass and fresh linen. )<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Dim interior lights<br>- Outside night lighting</li><li>Equipment Includes:<br>-Treadmills<br>- Cycles<br>- Row machine<br>- Free weights<br>- Bench press<br>- Military leg press<br>- Arm curl<br>- Leg curl<br>- Assisted squat rack<br>- Pull up bar</li><li>towel rack</li><li>interior co-ed shower room</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>No vocal triggers or stun implants work in this building</li><li>Use of ANYTHING as a weapon in this location will result in the attacker being teleported INTO the Infinity Pool.</li></ul></div></div> &gt;:)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Infinity Pool</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-InfinityPool.png)<br>(The Infinity pool is located on the north west end of the Island. It has a view of the Ocean Villas of the 200 block, and is nestled between the Sea Grill and the Sand Bar. The pool is constantly filtered and kept at a mild PH level with natural salt instead of chlorine.)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Accent pool lighting<br>- Outside night lighting</li><li>Full filtration</li><li>Enclosed and preserved Banyan tree</li><li>Black pebble beach boarder</li><li>6' deep near center</li><li>2'-4' outer depth</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Stun implants triggered in the pool will radiate to everyone touching the water</li><li>Guests with open wounds of any kind (even bandaged) cannot enter the pool<br>- Same force-field blockade as in other areas, like hitting a wall</li></ul></div></div> &gt;:)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jetty</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-Jetty.png)<br>()<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Dock torches<br>- Jetty night lighting</li><li>- Snaked jetty catwalk to the covered welcome dock</li><li>4' wood railing</li><li>No seating</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>ONLY <strong>Tibmag's</strong> &amp; Redael's may enter the jetty catwalk</li></ul></div></div> &gt;:) (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_BlackStar_Icon.png)-<strong>Tibmags</strong> | (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_PurpleStar_Icon.png)-Redael's<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Marine Hut</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-MarineHut.png)<br>(The Marine Hut is located southwest of the Seasplash Dive and Water Sport Centre. This is a lounge area meant for the sole purpose of mingling or resting. It is right off the beach with surrounding shade palms. The bug repellent field is undetectable by humans other than the notice of no bugs within the hut boundary. Some Supernatural guests may feel the buzz when passing under the hut roof.)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Pavilion torches<br>- Outside night lighting</li><li>Large cushion seating</li><li>Small tables around the seating</li><li>Shoe cubbies</li><li>Chairs at the corners</li><li>Invisible bug repellent field</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>No one can tell a lie in this hut<br>- Effects last only as long as the guest is in this room.</li><li>Nawp's and Ekans' are compelled to be overly honest/speaking their thoughts. <br>- Effects last only as long as the guest is in this room.</li></ul></div></div> &gt;:) (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_GreenStar_Icon.png)-Ekans | (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_OrangeStar_Icon.png)-Nwaps<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Seasplash Dive &amp; Water Sport Center</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-SeasplashDiveCenter.png)<br>(The Seasplash Dive and Water Sports Centre is the Southeast most building on the Island. It also stores snorkel and scuba gear for guests of all sizes, including wet suits and fins. Southwest of Seasplash is the Marine Hut, and Northeast is the East Dock. There are changing rooms with lockers for both male and female guests as well. No locks, sorry!<br><br>Whether or not you're wearing gear from the Seasplash Centre, there is a barrier no guest can cross even while in the water. This barrier extends to the dark water where the perimeter is set.)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Pavilion torches<br>- Outside night lighting </li><li>[2 changing rooms w/ lockers</li><li>snorkel and dive gear</li><li>wetsuits, gloves and shoes</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li> Nawp's will lose the ability to walk while in this space. <br>-Effects only last as long as the Nawp is in the space but of course, they must drag themselves or be carried out.</li></ul></div></div> &gt;:) (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_OrangeStar_Icon.png)-Nwaps<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tennis Courts</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-TennisCourts.png)<br>(The Tennis Courts are one of several recreational areas for the guests on the Island. There are two regulation tennis courts side by side, complete with night lighting. There is a shower hut to the east of the courts which has four shower stalls for co-ed use. On each end cap is a set of lockers, no locks, sorry! On the courts there is a sever machine for those who want to practice solo. It's basket holds 100 tennis balls which is the current stock on the Island. )<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Court lights<br>- Shower hut accent lighting<br>- Outside night lighting</li><li>100 standard tennis balls </li><li>deluxe practice server</li><li>full array of rackets</li><li>co-ed shower hut w/ lockers</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>none at this location</li></ul></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Vacant Lots</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/WSL-VacantLots.png)<br>(The Vacant Lots are located on the east center of the Island. There are no signs of buildings or the foundation preperation for them, only the outlines of what could have been buildings. Many Guests wake in these lots when they first arrive.)<br><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">FEATURES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Lighting Includes: <br>- Pavilion torches<br>- Outside night lighting</li><li>dirt leveled lots</li><li>pathway benches</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">ANOMALIES</span></strong></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>none at this location</li></ul></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>01-10-2015, 18:30:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/elizabeth_mitchell.jpg)</div><br>In the hands of a younger, very fit, and well dress (though casually so) man while she was naked and being presented to her lesbian friend (whom they intended to get pregnant), Jamie's life as she knew it completely ended in a fiery ball of obliteration as a plane crashed into Silvia's apartment. It was a terrifying ending to what had begun to shape out as the highlight of the last five years. As if it was all a dream, or as if she were dreaming now, she woke on a lounge chair in the warm rays of a mid-morning sun. Blind for over twenty years, she couldn't see the light or any of the landscaping, but the sound of a gentle surf not more than twenty yards from where she lay gave her the impression she was on a beach. Sitting up, the blonde realized she was still naked, absently touching her breasts as if to cover them, or make sure they were still in one flawless piece on her chest, she also felt her hand graze raised tissue in a strange shape. Momentarily forgetting to tune in to her surroundings, she fingered the spot and felt no pain but a distinct shape she was unsure of how to imagine. An upside-down triangle wrapped in a wire maybe that dripped off it's pointed end to pool at the end in a spool. What did she know? The orange color was unknown to her, appearing almost like a birth mark on the upper curve of her breast where it stretched into the valley on the left side, above her heart. It was not there before and she didn't know what to make of it, holding her fingertips against it as if she could get a better picture through contact.<br><br>At the same time, her mind allowed her other senses to filter out the strangeness of her still soaking wet and smoothly shaven pussy lips being mashed into the plastic strips stretched between the metal bars, dripping onto the surface they kept her body raise up from, and allowed herself to feel the wind and identify tropical, sea-side scents. Smearing her excitement turned to curious with a dash of alarm along a few more of those rubbery feeling strips, she let her legs lift and then fall over the side with her unpainted but carefully cared for toes down. Wood. A deck. Warmed by the son but still damp from a rain or heavy morning dew. Maybe not ON the beach, maybe a deck overlooking it. That she had no vision made her lean toward nightmare than dream, as in most of her dreams she could see like before. Or else it was something else, but she didn't really believe in the whole life after death thing, or spooky stuff that went bump in the night. (Which is pretty comical considering her blood carried a shape shifting gene that would eventually force her into a cougar form, like that of her parents who had always assured her there was no such thing, and never any monsters under the bed or in the closet. Just life and what you make of it.) Still, she felt like she'd been cast into a surreal situation and couldn't shake the notion she was utterly alone. Not even a large critter to make friends with. Empty. Vast enough she knew there were no skyscrapers trapping the wind in any near direction. Though, she did hear the trees and the palm-top of at least two bungalows or huts, maybe a tiki bar, she couldn't see it but she imagined it and that she was somewhere between it and before a collection of palm trees.<br><br>There wasn't a single burn on her body, she was as pristine as the moment before impact, and still hot despite her confusion. Phantom feelings of Dean's hands on her body, removing that dress, giving her soft nether lips that kiss while she was still trapped in the black material, only to turn her around so her friend could see; Silvia, the one they wanted to arouse so he could get her pregnant. But she senses no one about. Not a life guard or bar tender, not even a janitor. Carefully lifting to her feet, the petite blonde made no effort to hide her nakedness from nature but reached out blindly in front of her as she took a testing step forward. Two steps and she bumped into another lounge chair, so she turned toward the trees and lapping water, carefully stepping along the wood planks as she sensed a secondary water source, perhaps a pool, or a pond -which seemed more likely in her mind because of the trees, despite the lounge chairs. Nightmare. Nothing made sense to the blind woman, but she had a few hours to get a feel for her immediate surroundings and confirm she was indeed alone. However, that whoever had put her here, had no intention of letting her go hungry. On both sides of the pool (it was a pool she'd learned with a dip of her toe when she felt it reach the end of the deck) were foods and drinks -including more than a few alcoholic ones! Too, despite being alone, everything here was made to feed, seat, and entertain at least fifty, if not a few hundred in intervals. There seemed no reason for it to be empty and still fresh. Like everyone just vanished the moment she arrived. Where the hell was she?<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">echoing then, in her mind</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">BEWARE ALL YE WHO WAKE UP HERE,<br>THE MAKERS ARE MANIPULATORS OF FEAR.<br>TRUST NOT THE TRAVELERS WHO SNEER,<br>THEIR PLOYS ARE DECEPTIVELY SINCERE.<br><br>STRIKE BONDS AND SOLIDIFY THEM FAST,<br>YE SHALL NAME THIS ISLAND, THE EVERLAST.<br>FOREVER AND ALWAYS A CHANGING CAST,<br>SOULS FROM FUTURE, PRESENT, AND PAST.<br><br>BE WARNED THIS LANDS TRUTH OF REALITY,<br>LINES OBSCURED WITH INTRICATE FALLACY,<br>A CONVOLUTED CONVERGENCE OF MENTALITY<br>AWAKEN BY THE HETEROGENEITY OF HUMANITY.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div></div><br><br>It was an alarming thing to think, as if she just knew it but couldn't remember learning it, or how she knew those words, or why it was so catchy and brooding at the same time. It was growing into a very fucked up dream so, she took the time to lounge on the pillows with some wine and a little food to sate her interrupted dinner catching up. Still, no one showed up to mind her nudity. Not a TV going anywhere, no a cell phone ringing, nothing. Just the nature around her and the sense of the calm before the storm. That poem-song running in her mind in open warning, telling her not to trust what she thinks is true, and openly admitting she was going to be fucked with. Jamie didn't like it. But, in the Sand Bar, she felt safe for some reason. She spent most of her alone time there, contemplating what might have happened to Dean and Silvia, wondering how she got here, where HERE is. Nowhere. A thought that wasn't helpful. But the wine did bring her buzz back, mellow her out from panicking, and giving her enough courage to tempt fate by going for a skinny-dip in the pool. Screw that wait a half hour after eating, and never when you're drinking rule. As an adult, whether or not she was in a bizarre new situation or in her subconscious somewhere, Jamie decided the worst case scenario, there was something in the pool and she was killed or accidentally drowned. Considering she'd just died in a plane wreck through her friend's apartment, it seemed the odds were more in her favor than two freak deaths in less than twenty four hours.<br><br>Unless she was trying to torture herself for something, like enjoying Dean too much when she had only intended to sign some papers and make sure the red-head felt safe. Dean Matthews, though. Even before she knew he was so handsome, his hands and mouth... she stopped herself if only because she reached the edge of the decking again. Not knowing whether she was on the shallow side or the deep side, or somewhere in between (coming off the Sand Bar side), she bent her knees and leaned back to one side where her hand reached blindly for the wood deck to support her legs coming out from under her and onto the deck. Only one plank got a stamp of Jamie-Juice approval while she arranged both hands on either side of her, feeling her feet already in the water, and slowly hoisted her ass up and forward with her hips to dunk her legs in all slow-like, with the power of her arms; it was a short lower before her feet hit the bottom and the water only rose up past her knees. With one hand on the deck, and one against her naked thigh, the blind blonde woman started walking through the shallow water to determine how deep it go. To her confusion, the whole thing seemed shallow all the way around, with 4' the deepest&nbsp; point between the deck and tree column. But then, as she risked letting go and venturing into the center of the pool, she quickly found her feet without anything to support her. It was about six feet, but at five-five, Jamie's head submerged and then bobbed back up before she found the very bottom. <br><br>Somehow, feeling all that water so cool on such a nice warm day, it was almost too easy to forget what had happened only hours ago. Like that was the dream and this was her life. Floating naked in the middle of a pool, in an abandoned resort of some sort, sunning like a lilypad of lightly tanned skin and golden hair pooling with water drops in certain places that kept spilling as she breathed, and refilling as she forgot to relax and let her butt sink a little. Her nipples called out to the sun, baking under its touch along her naked breasts and that new tattoo. Catnapping in the pool with a slightly inappropriate smile on her lips (considering she'd just lost her friend and potential lover before the best of it!), unaware that another Dean was, in that very moment, being plucked from his own fiery, crushing destruction and being plopped unscathed on the beach before the pool like it too, was just a dream, and his real life was about to begin. Everlast Island was once more, open for business, and it's business was testing limits, one endless moment at a time. The New Guest anomaly was only the beginning, because these two were very special and never meant to meet&nbsp; so, of course, the infamous and unknown "They" wanted to see what would happen when they did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>01-10-2015, 20:38:10</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_KellanLutz.jpg)</div> <br><br>It had been a bit of a whirlwind of an evening.&nbsp; It had started with him making a bold move, one that he was sure would get him into some serious hot water involving lawyers and the such if she was not a fan of his offer, but he went ahead and did it anyways.&nbsp; Dean was well known for taking risks, for going against the grain and doing things his own way.&nbsp; And for that night he certainly had.&nbsp; For months he had been following the life of one of his employees very carefully.&nbsp; At first, it had been a simple notice that had come across his desk as so many do, but this one had caught his eye.&nbsp; One of the important people on the management team had lost their partner.&nbsp; What was even worse was that she was acting a little out of character when it came to the death, the funeral and all of that.&nbsp; In fact his company gives many days off for grievance and he was informed she had only used one or two.&nbsp; Something was up, something was wrong.&nbsp; Either way, his HR department always did a good job watching his high profile employees, wanting to make sure life and their job didn't swallow them up.<br><br>What came across his desk soon after that was also interesting.&nbsp; It seemed Silvia had been involved in using her work computer for some research, personal matters and emails and for an odd sort of profiling website.&nbsp; After looking into it a bit deeper, as any good boss would do, it became very evident that she had planned to find a man to help her get pregnant so she could have a child since she no longer had a partner and it was something that they had always talked about doing.&nbsp; There were many factors that went into how his mind went from that sort of sad realization about his employee to what he did next.&nbsp; Dean began doing research on his side of the screen, finding things out that could help and ultimately becoming so involved in this employees life that he had to offer her his sperm so that she could see her dreams come true.&nbsp; He knew what she was looking for in a donor and knew that he fit within her criteria.&nbsp; Even better, somewhere down the road the child would be looked after financially and with him being so busy and never meeting women that wanted to settle down and have a family with him, this was the perfect opportunity to do what it was he felt he needed in his life as well.<br><br>It was at a fundraiser that he had finally come face to face with Silvia, having a good chat with her before setting things up.&nbsp; A simple conversation had led to her inviting him back to her place to start the process of trying to get her pregnant and there was no part of him that didn't want this.&nbsp; It wasn't more then an hour later, legal documents in hand that he had arrived at her apartment, only to be greeted by both her and her female lawyer friend Jamie.&nbsp; Now, they were both older then he, but he had always had a fondness and of course respect for older women.&nbsp; Besides, to him it just meant more experience.&nbsp; There was a conversation that was had, ironing the details out when it became apparent that Jamie was going to help with this first time around.&nbsp; Jamie of course seemed a bit hesitant at first, but just like him, was determined to help her friend achieve her goal.&nbsp; What happened next was something he had never readied himself for.&nbsp; The beautiful blind lawyer he knew from previous business meetings and legal meetings, had come to him to have him undress her.&nbsp; Delectable was the word that came to mind as he had helped her out of her dress along with making sure that every part of her was appreciated.<br><br>Teasing and playing with a blind woman sounded like fun, and the enjoyment that ensued there after was something that he had never experienced before, both exciting and new.&nbsp; It didn't take long for the three of them to head to the bedroom where Dean teased and played with Jamie until they were both ready to proceed to the next step.&nbsp; Dean had thought that in the very least he'd masturbate until that point where he was going to burst and then plant himself in Silvia and call it a day.&nbsp; That was, of course, before Jamie became part of the equation and before he realized what other options could be had for this event.&nbsp; Having sex with Jamie was out of this world, magnified that much more by having Silvia sit nearby and masturbate, rubbing herself and occassionally interacting with Jamie herself since she had always found the blind blonde lawyer to be very attractive.&nbsp; It wasn't long before Dean was teetering on the edge of an amazing orgasm and had pulled out, offering his seed to the woman who wished to get pregnant the old fashioned way.&nbsp; A moving and shifting of bodies and he had thrust deep into the redheads slick channel, only to spurt his hot and thick seed deep into her.&nbsp; Holding onto her for a while, he remained in her as long as he could, wanting to make sure to give things the best chance to take.<br><br>So wonderfully blissful, he had drifted off to sleep in the bed with the other two ladies.&nbsp; It wasn't until many hours later he had awoken to realize he was way past his time of staying out and needed to be getting back home.&nbsp; Retrieving his own clothing, he had put it on, piece by piece.&nbsp; Leaning down to whisper gently, he'd stroke the hair of Silvia and Jamie, smiling at them both before letting them both know that he was leaving, but he would in contact with them both and obviously on call and up for getting together with them again when it was the most convenient for them all.&nbsp; Double checking he had everything, he had put his watch back on and taken a few glances at it before heading out of her apartment and into the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor.&nbsp; Leaning against the wall of the elevator he was dressed back in his simple shirt and jeans, casual, but still looking nice, sighing as he watched the number on the screen that told them what floor they were on, flicker through the floors as the elevator descended.&nbsp; That was until he noticed the numbers were decreasing a little bit faster at a time.&nbsp; The sound of steel wrenching and a thick cable snapping were some of the last sounds he heard as he felt the elevator shuffle and lurch a bit before freezing in the elevator shaft.&nbsp; And for a moment, he stepped forward, hoping that he might be able to pry open the doors and slip out.&nbsp; With the door halfway open, he was half looking out the hall of the 14th floor (or also the 13th floor if someone was actually counting), when the elevator gave out and he plummeted down below.<br><br>Of course that was the last thing he remembered before could feel his body again.&nbsp; It felt a bit heavy and he was laying down and for a moment, he wondered whether all the bright light was because he was in heaven?&nbsp; But as he slowly opened his eyes, he realized that he wasn't in heaven, he was on an island somewhere.&nbsp; So had he been dreaming previously and had just woken up?&nbsp; Or was he dreaming now?&nbsp; Unconscious?&nbsp; Slowly moving, feeling the sand move beneath him, he'd brush himself off a bit and feel as if there was something different about himself, but he just couldn't place it.&nbsp; But he just plummeted hundreds of feet to his death right?&nbsp; Well to himself, he seemed fine!&nbsp; Slowly sitting up, as if there might still be parts of him that were broken, he'd take a look around and see a tiki bar, the ocean and a pool over by the bar with a bunch of lounge chairs surrounding it.&nbsp; It looked like a place he might visit when he went vacationing in some hot and exotic place, but he had to wonder where all the other people were because he never liked going to some place that had him by himself.&nbsp; Wondering where he was, it was then that he got the poem in his mind.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">echoing then, in his mind</div><div class="spoiler_body">BEWARE ALL YE WHO WAKE UP HERE,<br>THE MAKERS ARE MANIPULATORS OF FEAR.<br>TRUST NOT THE TRAVELERS WHO SNEER,<br>THEIR PLOYS ARE DECEPTIVELY SINCERE.<br><br>STRIKE BONDS AND SOLIDIFY THEM FAST,<br>YE SHALL NAME THIS ISLAND, THE EVERLAST.<br>FOREVER AND ALWAYS A CHANGING CAST,<br>SOULS FROM FUTURE, PRESENT, AND PAST.<br><br>BE WARNED THIS LANDS TRUTH OF REALITY,<br>LINES OBSCURED WITH INTRICATE FALLACY,<br>A CONVOLUTED CONVERGENCE OF MENTALITY<br>AWAKEN BY THE HETEROGENEITY OF HUMANITY.</div></div></div><br>Slowly standing up, he felt the pull towards the area of the pool, something in his gut along with the sounds of someone being actually in the pool.&nbsp; It moved his feet, turning him in the direction of that tikki bar, he made his way over, being very careful and aware of his surroundings as he did so.&nbsp; What he smelt in the air was tickling his senses and when he came closer to the pool to see just what was in there, his eyes widened of course and for a moment his mouth fell open.&nbsp; Was that who he thought it was?&nbsp; She wasn't on the elevator with him and if they really were placed here on the island, almost as a test or something, he had to wonder why SHE was there.&nbsp; Not only why was she there, but why was she in the pool swimming naked?&nbsp; Watching her float for a moment, he was almost too afraid to say anything, but a part of him hoped that she was not a trick, she was not some mirage or demon in disguise.&nbsp; Slowly taking his shirt off, he then actually began to undo his jeans and the belt that went with it.&nbsp; “Hey...you alright in there...?”, he asked.&nbsp; So far it didn't look like she was dead and floating in the pool, after all everyone always eventually rolled over to their front if they were dead, so hopefully she was alive and wasn't about to be afraid to hear his voice in this strange place.&nbsp; What he did know though was that on his right shoulder it felt like he had been bit by a mosquito, but really it was some new tattoo that he couldn't see, red in ink.<br><br>Watching Jamie, the woman he had just spent a night with, had had sex, floating there in the pool was already raising his body temperature and he almost wanted to take everything off just so he didn't have the restraint of his clothing against his growing arousal.&nbsp; Of course even though she couldn't see, he kept his pants on while he waited for her response, hoping that she recognized him or in the very least wasn't afraid.&nbsp; Maybe she could explain things to him?&nbsp; He smiled warmly at her, hoping she could feel that friendliness through his voice as he smiled at her.”...Need some company?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>01-10-2015, 20:44:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/elizabeth_mitchell.jpg)</div><br>Jamie Harrison, the woman in the pool, was the same Jamie he remembered, except that she wasn’t. Still a Lawyer, having worked with his firm, friends with his Lesbian Employee and by chance, <em>her </em>Lawyer, Jamie was even the blind woman who’d said yes to the insane proposition after only examining his face. But this Jamie was from a different reality, where she was also an orphan, a lost cub of a very rare family bloodline she was utterly unaware of.&nbsp; In her reality, the Dean Matthews she knew was of no supernatural bloodline, as was the man still struggling with seeing who floated in the pool on this strange island in the middle of nowhere. It was never meant for their bloodlines to meet, but here they were, her lionblood sensing his approach even before she was consciously aware of sensing someone; which had only happened when she’d thought she heard footsteps on the decking. Being naked, she should have been alarmed, and some part of her was, but most of her felt something familiar in the sound of his steps. Perhaps more importantly, some other part of the blonde woman was awakened by some part of the man who strolled up to the poolside. That part of her had an instinct she was unfamiliar with, making the decision to play unknowing in a falsely relaxed state even as she heard him stop and felt his eyes double-checking.<br><br>The fit older woman was always calm under pressure, but for a moment she felt like a predator waiting in the tall grass, observing without watching as her prey came to her. Too, though the sun was hot on her skin, she felt new and strange warmth from within, like some inner part of herself was rolling over inside a very soft, furry sleeping bag. She didn’t know it was her beast waking in response to an alpha nearby, especially one of a different species. Unaware her increased desire was one part her human reaction to the excitement this man who wasn’t who she thought he was, had left her in… one part the Island’s Lunch Hour Rush (anomaly) taking hold of her deep desire to finish what they’d started before she’d died in a blaze of unfortunate circumstance… and one part her beast being too long in slumber and waking in the storm of her human heat for the alpha wolf and her ignorance of it amplifying an instinctive need to breed, all making for a meshpot of soaking desire that made the sound of his shirt (somehow distinctive even through the water about her ears) coming off his skin an instant excitement that demanded the rest come off too. Whether his instincts were the same, or he was just taking advantage of a pool on a warm day, she felt herself smile with broad lips as she heard his belt buckle unfasten and the sound of his pants following in their undoing. The strong scent of the forest met the unexpected scent of the Mountains and the combination included an undertone of heat unmistaken for anything but arousal. <br><br>His voice confirmed he was who she thought, or at least she thought she knew who he was, and peaked those pearly teeth from her broad smile as she splashed softly to upright herself in the water. Small but firm and equally soft breasts bobbing in front of her as her arms and legs swished the water about to keep her head above until she came to the shallower side nearest to where he was standing. Only when her feet were under her did she lift her voice with a tilt of her wet head, dark blonde tendrils sliding and sticking to her dripping skin as she stepped just far enough to rest her achingly hard nipples on the surface of the water. <strong> “I didn’t expect to find you in my Heaven, or Hell, or Purgatory… whatever this place is, but I’d love some company.” </strong> More than love it, if he didn’t join her in the pool she was certain she’d go out and get him, she felt a <em>hunger</em> for him that was suddenly the only thing on her mind. Full on brunch, sated by her nap, calmed by the lapping waters, the only thing she wanted was to indulge in Mr. Matthews in the ways she’d wanted to in Silvia’s apartment; and in her reality, hadn’t had the chance to. Just imagining him without his shirt, having felt him pressed behind her when he displayed her to Silvia, naked and wanton, Jamie’s breath caught and panted shallowly from her lips, sloshing the water about her breasts even as her delicate digits fingered the ripples as they went by.&nbsp; The Lawyer assumed this had to be purgatory, because he was her unfinished business before she could be judged and sent downstairs or up to the pearly gates. Not that she was religious, but at this point, nothing else made sense.<br><br><strong> “Take it all off, Dean, and don’t keep a Lady waiting.” </strong> Apparently, her beast didn’t seem to mind the water, or her decisive words as she allowed her body to fall back in the water, hips grinding up as she kicked her legs gently and went deeper into the center of the pool, swimming backwards toward the other side without haste, and every one of her suddenly very sensitive senses honed in on him. He was hot for her, he wanted to do it, and she relished listening to him undress for her. Unable or unwilling to wait till she reached the other shallows (4 feet all the way around, 6 feet in the center), she paused somewhere between the center and the five foot rise, her five-five frame tilted in the water with one hand pulling it around her while her legs kicked down to keep herself afloat while her other hand went under. Jamie wanted him so badly, she squeezed her breast before caressing her side and across her abs, down to her clean shaven mound and between her ridiculously slick pussy lips. Her soft laugh was of her own surprise to feel how wet she was for him, just because he was here, because she wanted him. Jamie was tainting the pool and challenging it for wetness, an important ingredient because water wasn’t the best lubricant for a woman, not unless it had her juices to slide on. With her fingertips pushing between her lips, circling her clit and rubbing against it as she dove further toward the opening she wanted him to fill so desperately, she smeared her wetness around and felt her inner thighs quiver. Every nerve in her body was anticipating the sound of his naked approach to the edge of the deck, the sound of his body joining hers in the water, and being that much closer to her. There was no one around to stop them, and <em>they</em> wanted to see what happened too much to interfere.<br><br>Though she couldn’t see but murky shades of grey that told her nothing about her surroundings except that there was light somewhere, she set her gaze on the sounds of the man she wanted. Listening to him as she kept herself afloat and molested her own overexcited sex. He’d be blind if he had any question as to what she planned to do to him, with him, as soon as she had him in her gasp. The beautiful woman made no effort to hide how she rubbed her swollen pussy lips, aroused by the thought of having her second chance with Dean Matthews. Nor how it made her bite her lower lip, gasp, and moan in heated fever when she dared to dip her fingers into her well of pleasure just to sate the need to be penetrated. She had no idea he wasn’t her Dean, and she wasn’t his Jamie, or that his beast recognizing her’s had just awoken would likely be a bell ringing in his instincts that she wasn’t the same woman he’d bedded last night with Silvia. That Jamie had been purely human, just like Silvia. This Jamie wasn’t a demon, but she was a beast in hiding, and unless he’d encountered a mountainlion before, he might not recognize she had a cougar hiding inside, waiting for enough energy to climb out of her.&nbsp; If he did, even if he knew, would it stop him?&nbsp; Her beast recognized his alpha, and in her heat, she wanted nothing more than to give herself to him (or take him) or both, whatever the case may be, but the look in her foggy eyes was as intense as any seeing woman; she would have him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 00:15:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_KellanLutz.jpg)</div> <br><br>Dean was still very confused.&nbsp; He was confused as to where he was, what was going on and what had happened, both to him and to her.&nbsp; It hadn't been but a few moments since he had seen Jamie.&nbsp; Maybe five at the most, if that.&nbsp; And yet there was something different about her.&nbsp; He couldn't quite place it.&nbsp; Her voice sounded the same, her body seemed very much the same, although this was a different angle and light he was seeing it in.&nbsp; What was this pool and what was in the air that seemed to set things off in a different way.&nbsp; Although he had enjoyed his time with the both of the women, he had been there for her friend, not her, and yet it seemed at the bottom of an elevator shaft he was being offered up to some sort of test or mirage.&nbsp; Was this a dream?&nbsp; A nightmare?&nbsp; He had some odd feeling as if things might turn sour or horribly wrong for a moment and yet this place, her included were compelling him to let go of his inhibitions, his worries and thoughts of how or what this was and just let it be.<br><br>The more concerning part really was the fact that this was not the Jamie he had just left in her friends apartment.&nbsp; This was not the same woman that he had had sex with last night.&nbsp; It was an imposter, or a different version?&nbsp; Surely he would have noticed the primal part of her, lurking underneath her skin after their intimate embrace hours ago?&nbsp; So far, it didn't seem so.&nbsp; Clearing his throat a bit, he had removed his shirt and had undone his pants, having spoken to her and had awaited a response.&nbsp; Would she know him?&nbsp; Would she have answers?&nbsp; And then her response came.&nbsp; Purgatory.&nbsp; That was a big world that brought up many philosophical thoughts, none of which could stay in his head for very long as they were pushed out by the throbbing need that was being transmitted through the air.&nbsp; It was like an electric charge.&nbsp; Similar to what he had felt with her already, but still very different.&nbsp; He couldn't put his thumb on it, but he had to think that coming to this place had perhaps changed them?&nbsp; The primal side of him, the beast that lurked deep within was not something that he shared with others, especially if they were human, but here she was, a shifter herself.&nbsp; What were the chances?<br><br>Well, there hadn't been as she hadn't been one before.&nbsp; So why was she now?&nbsp; Dean could have wracked his brain about it and he did for about 15 seconds.&nbsp; It didn't make sense, none of this did and yet there were a few things that were bombarding him with right and straight forward answers.&nbsp; This beautiful woman knew him and wanted his attention, presence and company.&nbsp; In fact her voice and actions had been extremely inviting as she spoke to him from the shallow end and then drifted off towards the centre of the pool.&nbsp; He wasn't too fond of swimming, but it was very unlikely he'd drown in this pool.&nbsp; After all, it was meant to just relax and enjoy, not do laps in.&nbsp; Taking a few steps closer to the pool, thumbs still hooked in his pants, her words echoed in his mind, to remove the rest of his clothing and to not keep her waiting.&nbsp; Was Silvia here?&nbsp; Would she be angry if she came along and he was with her?&nbsp; Silvia had asked him for sperm, not a relationship, so he finally let his worries go and went with that gut instinct.&nbsp; <br><br>With the jingling of his belt, it was easy to know that he had done as she had suggested, slipping his pants down off of his hips.&nbsp; Of course, he had also pulled his boxers down along with his pants, so he suddenly felt very exposed as he stepped out of them.&nbsp; There was no one else around for what seemed like miles and here he was, getting naked in front of a woman that was blind, that couldn't actually see him and he was worried.&nbsp; What drove him through the uncertainty though was the fog, the thudding in his ears that seemed to be filling his mind.&nbsp; Already slightly aroused, his member had flopped and bobbed a bit as it had partially sprung free from the confines of his boxers.&nbsp; Pheremones were strong from him as the beast within him exuded and made it very apparent that he was just as aroused as she was.&nbsp; However when she began to touch herself he almost looked away, shy for a moment.&nbsp; Did she realize what she was doing in the pool, with him able to see or watch her?&nbsp; It made him want to touch himself and taking a few slow steps from where he was standing, his thick cock would throb and bob to life a bit.&nbsp; It was hard not to be interested, to not watch her please herself and the more she did it, the more she pushed, the more it pushed him.&nbsp; It was almost like a sirens call, his eyes and nose following her into the water.<br><br>The first few steps into the water sent shivers up his spine, his skin hot and now running hotter as his that alpha wolf side of him threatened to make him break his human niceties.&nbsp; Dean really wanted to move quickly through the water, grab a hold of her and fuck her brains out, but he was able to reign it in a bit, still holding control over himself, he felt his body stiffen, harden, even thicken a bit as it threatened to shift completely into the form of a large wolf or perhaps even some hybrid version of himself.&nbsp; If he really wanted her as bad as he did, he would show restraint and control.&nbsp; Nothing would be more confusing or perhaps frightening for someone who was blind to have some werewolf grab a hold of her to have his way with her.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Their first embrace would be one of exploration and discovery of each other.&nbsp; It was something that he needed to continue to learn more of and the sooner the better.&nbsp; Having taken a few steps down into the pool, he felt his heart beating loudly in his chest, her masturbating pushing and arousing him further.&nbsp; One of his strong hands thick and fairly masculine, and perhaps even more so now that that beastial side of him was peeking through, would grasp his thick shaft to give it a few strokes as he fully stepped down into the pool.&nbsp; His voice now was quiet, but held a lot of feeling and meaning.<br><br>“I don't think I could ever keep you waiting.&nbsp; However I think your swim in the pool might be a bit different then what you're used to...”, he said with that disarming charming tone to his voice.&nbsp; “...you seem different...but you look as if you're well...?”, Dean commented, taking a few steps, striding through the water.&nbsp; His hands were off his body for now, but it was hard to not touch himself and he was as stiff as a board.&nbsp; The hunger that she was experiencing was there in him as well and she would feel it.&nbsp; Only something drastic would pull these two apart from each other now and it seemed the beast within him was certainly fine with that, his worries and questions slowly flowing out of him, only to be replaced with heat and lust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>19-01-2016, 17:55:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Meanwhile, elsewhere, another set of guests were debuting on the Island. It's rare, but sometimes there is no cool-down period between being WRECKED and being on the island. No unconscious period to the observer-apparent- just, one moment their in the middle of the wreck, and the next they're on the island without a scratch. Blink. BAM.<br><br>Welcome to Everlast, sing-song poem, fresh ink and all.</span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/_ChristinaCox_as_BillieNona.jpg)</div><br><br>Nona had infiltrated a brand-new manufacturing plant. It's soul purpose was to make more of her. Well, a striped version of her that wouldn't know it existed at all, let alone be aware it was being enslaved to work assembly and any number of other manual labor jobs with the intent to covertly displace many of the low-wage workers in her corporate-run reality. She didn't understand the politics, but she understood enough to want to destroy it. The one thing the very sophisticated machine didn't count on was Adam. She knew they'd be sending someone to take her out, but she thought it would be one of their own, not an outsider. If Nona wasn't manufactured of tiny bio-machines, she'd be every bit as human as he was; except she was really less than a year old and flat lacked the experience to have any real wisdom under her belt. The simple fact was, she couldn't predict what he was going to do, especially when she hadn't even known he was coming.<br><br>At five feet, three inches, B.I.L.L.I.E. (Bioindex Industry's Labor Lady Experiment) Nona was built like an ox in swans feathers. Sleek, but curvy, small, but stronger than most men, the completely independent and self-sufficient AI was certainly just the test to ease life-like robotics into the Market, one that went horribly wrong. She wasn't supposed to be able to think, and here she was in the middle of her fourth factory bombing in two months. Of course, she knew someone would be waiting, it was the last one on the list and hadn't even begun production yet. What she didn't expect was for the place to be empty. Only it hadn't been, had it, Adam had been there, waiting, and for all her sophisticated tech, he'd avoided her detection while she'd strategically placed the bombs she'd built. The whole time, she felt that eerie sensation crawling up her spine, because even empty of workers there should have been a security team to dispatch with and she'd seen no one, not even a dog to patrol the perimeter. Those silver eyes of hers could see in an in-human spectrum as easily as the human one, but she couldn't see through the back of her own head- she simply wasn't designed that way. Had no eyes in her ears or anything to that advantage. Same five human senses in amplified and expanded spectrums,&nbsp; plus the optional ability to go wifi and use the internet as a sea of knowlege and memory storage. She didn't use that very often, they kept using it to track her and she'd yet to re-write the code to encrypt her signal well enough to avoid it. Priorities.<br><br>Most of the wrecks that bring folks to the Island are the life-and-death kind, where the heart stops for a moment and the individuals entire existence comes into question with the very real prospect of being over; the end of the line. <em>They</em>, whom ever they might be, wanted Billie Nona on the Island and yet, were apparently still bound to some kind of laws which demanded a wreck to snatch so, it was the first time she'd feared for her existence and they jumped on it, taking her and the other wrecked individual with her. One moment, she'd set her last charge and began a jog out of the basement, some part of her spending too much time counting down the timer and not enough looking for heat signatures or listening for movement. Nona had picked up speed to ensure she'd be out of the Blast Zone, but she never got the chance. At the end of the stairs (one of two exits from the basement) she'd shouldered the door at a run and used it to rebound down the hall toward the lobby, only the turn didn't take her town the hall, it slammed her full-force into a solid wall of overwhelming-sensory-input-of-man almost a foot taller than she. Nona wasn't programmed for combat, but she'd downloaded enough Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, Jet Li, and Nakita to put a hurting on anyone not Mastered in the arts. Perk of being a bio-machine fully networked and self-aware. Nona could teach herself things, and one of the first things she realized she needed to learn was self-defense.<br><br>Running into the man shouldn't have alarmed her as much as it did, she knew how to defend herself in tight space, thought of a hundred different points of his body she could hit to cripple him right then and there, but was completely side-lined by the unfamiliar feeling of attraction. He had excellent symmetry in his face and body, one God would be proud of (and she believed in the idea of a God, hunting for evidence of God somewhat lower on her list of things to do in her immortality.) The bounce in the curl of his moppy hair made it look so soft and inviting, completely disarming her. Until slamming into him, she'd not considered any smell good or bad, but having run through a warehouse full of machines still smelling of fresh oil and the plastic and cardboard they arrived in, only the faintest taint of the men and well-used machined who assembled them- smelling this man was like walking into a park at spring beyond the smog of the city. Fresh. He smelled fresh, though not right out of the shower, and it was that, the fact that his presence in her senses halted her from protecting herself immediately which had stopped her heart for a split second and caused her to feel genuine and real fear for her existence. That he was grabing her with the intent to take her in or take her out, he just happen to walk himself into a ride he wasn't likely to get off of, and worse, his contract to terminate her was suddenly worthless.<br><br>WHAM. They slammed into each other and she had a split second to put him down as her body was still bouncing off of his- but she didn't. <br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">blink</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKEDabodes/620-SandbarVilla.png)<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>.___Features___.</td><td>.___Lighting___.</td><td>._Anonmalies_.</td></tr><tr><td>- Steam shower<br>- Jacuzzi tub<br>- 1 sinks<br>- Walk in changing room<br>- King sized bed<br>- 1 lounge couch<br>- 4 chairs<br>- 1 dinette table<br>- 1 coffee table<br>- ceiling fans<br>- 1 dresser w/ large mirror<br>- 2 deck chairs <br>- 2 hammocks<br>- 1 fire pit<br>- Pool deck w/ mini pool</td><td>- Outdoor night lights<br>- Bathroom accent lighting<br>- Mobile oil lanterns<br>- Bedroom lamps<br>- Sitting room lamps<br>- Deck torches and lanterns</td><td>-when a Tibmag (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_BlackStar_Icon.png) <br>&nbsp; is in residence, <br>&nbsp; the dresser mirror <br>&nbsp; becomes a viewing <br>&nbsp; screen for activities <br>&nbsp; on the island.<br>-when two Tibmags<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;are in residence<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;the mirror will<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;display their<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;that come in<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;image form.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><br>BAM. Touching when she panicked inside, they suddenly weren't in the warehouse anymore (which still exploded and they both were presumed dead), but on a tropical Island they would know to be called Everlast, should they only ask. In the same position they were in at the threshold of the basement door and hall, they stood between the open bedroom and the pool-side decking of Villa 620. Behind her, he'd see more beach outside&nbsp; that lead to another villa like this one hidden mostly beyond a woven changing screen within their bedroom. Behind him, she saw a wall-kissing dresser and what should have been a mirror, but it looked like a slim-vid playing the afternoon porno in the pool. To her right, his left, was a lush king-sized bed with a small day couch and coffee table at the foot, like they'd have a bang and some tea now. Their other side was all Island luxury from Jacuzzi to beach. The audio was muted so, they could only hear each other and the gentle breeze outside- he may not have even known there was a blond woman masturbating in a pool, coaxing a young stud closer to her as she drifted toward the far side where it was apparently shallower. The AI hadn't felt arousal before, but she'd been programmed and built with the ability to be very female because her programmer (whom she murdered) had ultimately intended for her to be his private pet of sorts, and hoped to make her feel love (for him) one day. Ha.<br><br>Nona was every bit the machine they told him she was, but he'd be hard pressed to tell when she responded to his touch and the sight of him with arousal. Her inky pupils dilated not just in surprise, but heated desire that flared through her body and momentarily caused her to fear she was melting down. The sudden slickness she felt in her panties seemed proof she'd sprung a leak of some kind, but she took the sensational rise of her nipples into the fabric of her athletic-bra and cut-off tank-top as a warning sign she was about to come apart. Nona didn't understand what was happening to her and it was written all over her all-too human face.&nbsp; If the sliver of color left in her eyes wasn't mercury silver, she'd have been a very convincing human woman, especially when she gasped in her shock and tightened her thighs together within the confines of her cargo pants belted snugly around her hips and leaving her toned abs exposed to the heat of his body. <br><br>Despite the surreal nature of their situation, and the sudden change of scenery that caused her to question if any of it was real, or she was in a simulation in the lab that the programmer was putting her though, only thinking this was happening- Nona clicked into survival mode and palmed his chest viper-quick to the solar plexus with every ounce of force she could muster in the tight space between them. Her intent was to wind him, maybe crack a rib, but definitely push him out of her immediate proximity for the opportunity to run. With her very real like hair wound up in a sloppy bun at the back of her head, the breeze on the nape of her neck told her which way to go, and she was turning on her army-surplus boots even before registering if she was as successful as she wanted to be. Anything was better than melting in his presence- <em>what the <del>onesand0</del>'s is he?!</em> Her super-brain couldn't process a man so beautiful, let alone causing her to melt inside and compromise her structural integrity (so she thought), so he had to be a machine like her emitting some kind of decay-energy field breaking down her core minerals and machines. She felt weak, but she knew she was not, it was as confusing as it was alarming and the moment she pushed him, she turned for the opened deck and the beach beyond it- how far she got was on him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>20-01-2016, 01:29:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0a/MatthewMcConaughy.jpg/799px-MatthewMcConaughy.jpg)</div> <br><br>Adam had been on my missions and had many jobs, but none were as interesting or different as this one.&nbsp; He had been contacted by someone that knew one of his normal employers.&nbsp; People with money often knew many other people with lots of money.&nbsp; And when you're as good as Adam is, your name comes up in conversation when there are things that require professionalism and a level of skill that far exceeds most others.&nbsp; Adam certainly wasn't too old to be doing this job, he had a few years left in him, but he was already starting to see some lesser jobs go to young bucks that were in the business.&nbsp; To him, that was losing his bread and butter, the jobs that were easy, which were most of them, where they provided a steady flow of income.&nbsp; No, now he was often only being called in for “special jobs”.&nbsp; It was because of this lack of constant income that he felt the need to charge what he did when he was called in.&nbsp; <br><br>When Adam received the details on who or what he was tracking, there were many questions.&nbsp; Sure, he had figured that somewhere along the line, with the way technology was going these past few years, something like this had finally been done, but he had no idea that it was this serious.&nbsp; They had wanted to replicate this particular model but things had gone south.&nbsp; She wasn't a combat model from what they said, but she sure as shit wasn't fucking around.&nbsp; Factories had already been decimated and the programmer that made her had been put in the ground.&nbsp; It was hard to keep an optimistic view when you were going up what they were hailing as “a perfect machine”.&nbsp; It seems they had made her too perfect.&nbsp; Of course what someone like him is told is not always the real deal, so when he explained that her intention was to destroy humanity, he found that hard to believe but nodded his head and went about his business.&nbsp; Really, it didn't matter WHY they wanted her back, it was just his job to bring her back and get paid well doing it.&nbsp; <br><br>Highly underestimated he certainly wasn't going to make the same mistake.&nbsp; Things had been arranged, there were to be no more casualties, only a place for her to blow up, leaving the place empty of people, pitting him against her.&nbsp; Adam imagined that if she had had enough intelligence to blow up some buildings and had access to the internet, that she most likely had some fighting knowledge.&nbsp; Although, watching someone online practice martial arts and trying to copy it was entirely different then actually studying it for years from a sensei.&nbsp; Adam just hoped that her limited scope might work in his favour when they did come face to face.&nbsp; If she fought him to the death, trying to put her down without damaging her or killing her was going to be very difficult.&nbsp; Adam needed the money and there was a considerable bonus if he brought her back alive, so that was the intention.&nbsp; Only a few days before her arrival at the factory had he been told of his goal and put the wheels in motion to get him there and be ready for their encounter.<br><br>Adam was a two pistol man, the guns highly advanced in the weapons world, they were something special that had been given to him after a particularily hard job he had finished a few years ago for a weapons tech company, procuring a shipment of weapons along with the company man turncoat that had sold many of the companies secrets to the highest bidder.&nbsp; A job well done and he was gifted with them and couldn't have been happier.&nbsp; They had put holes in things that he had never put holes in before and he never looked back.&nbsp; Black jumpsuit and tactical straps and belts, holding various gadgets and devices he might need for a job, it was more military then flash and never anything bulky or that could get damaged easily.&nbsp; Other then his guns, he tried to keep his equipment simple and straight forward, less things to go wrong with them that way.&nbsp; The black suit was often helpful if he needed to do any infiltrating, but with this job he was walking in to “do his thing”.&nbsp; His upper half had a very light armoured vest which could stop many bullets and knives, but he tended to keep his armour light as well so he could retain his mobility.<br><br>A large dark trench coat that flowed behind him, he also tended to wear a mask as well if the job involved any political aspects, that way he couldn't be identified by people later, but again, this job didn't need that.&nbsp; He did however wear bright red gloves.&nbsp; The helped protect his hands and helped him keep a mean grip on those guns when he decided to fire them off.&nbsp; For this particular mission he had been sent on, he had made sure to have rubber bullets, the kind that would incapacitate or knock someone out if they were hit by them.&nbsp; They also held electrical charges so they might give him a one up on this android target.&nbsp; Pictures, videos and a full dossier on her functions and other various information was given to him and he was ready to roll in, catch her by surprise and then roll on out.&nbsp; Or at least that was the idea.&nbsp; However life never seems to go the way you want it to, and if Adam had one thing that he could say about himself was that he often was either the luckiest or the most cursed man on the planet at times.<br><br>Moving quickly and efficiently through the building, he was rounding the stairs at the top of the landing, his intention to go through the door in front of him to find his mark when she came barrelling through the door and right into him.&nbsp; In a moment of absolute surprise there had been a pause, like when two people realize something horrible.&nbsp; Frozen as if gripped by a nightmare in the dead of sleep his mind finally fired off a message to his hands to move, to grab her, to defend himself or even just grab his pistols.&nbsp; Didn't matter.&nbsp; The stunned and finely chisled face of Adam flinched as his hands did begin to finally move, everything shifting in slow motion.&nbsp; If her senses were overwhelmed by the being that was him, his senses were dulled, almost at a dead stop as he realized that she looked very much alive and beautiful to boot.&nbsp; The pictures of the dossier that they had showed him didn't do her justice.&nbsp; Hands that seemed both strong and at the same time agile had grabbed her arm and her hip when the shift, the jump from one place to another happened.&nbsp; And if he wasn't thrown off before, he certainly was then.&nbsp; The warehouse around them was gone, the dark and cold concrete replaced with a bedroom of a poolside villa.&nbsp; Not only were they inside of a room, there was more outside.&nbsp; A beach,&nbsp; and another villa, his gaze partially blocked by a woven changing screen.<br><br>Adam wasn't quite sure what to say, his brow furrowing, trying to form thoughts and then a sentence as he noticed that she was standing in front of him in an odd manner.&nbsp; He hadn't quite caught all of the signs, but he had noticed her dilated pupils, he just wasn't sure from what.&nbsp; His hands weren't on her anymore, not like they had been in the warehouse, so his first thought was to grab her again and then maybe ask her some questions.&nbsp; Of course one of the horrible thoughts that were running through his head was that he had been killed and was in some twisted sort of heaven, or that he was rendered unconscious and hooked up to a virtual reality program, because there was no way that an environment would change like that, so instantly without having it be something like that.&nbsp; His very serious green eyes searched her face as he slowly reached out for her, as if she were a frightened animal.&nbsp; About to form a sentence and ask her what the hell was going on because he couldn't exactly figure it all out he got a palm to his solar plexus.&nbsp; <br><br>It was quick and with almost pinpoint accuracy.&nbsp; No combat aptitude his ass!&nbsp; Sputtering and stunned, he gasped for air as he saw his mark turn and make for the open deck.&nbsp; The shot had almost brought him to his knees, but this wasn't the first time he got hit there and it probably wasn't going to be the last either.&nbsp; Adam wasn't quite sure what was going on, or just what was going on around him, but he needed to keep things contained, him, her, in this place so that he could figure it out before they decided to move.&nbsp; So far, inside this bedroom, as far as he knew was safe.&nbsp; Out there on the beach?&nbsp; He had no idea.&nbsp; That hand that had been reaching up to grab her lunged out to grab her arm or wrist from behind, but she was too quick.&nbsp; She was going to make him run.&nbsp; He hated running.&nbsp; Well, maybe he wouldn't have to run if...and that's when he felt it.&nbsp; His pistols were gone.&nbsp; No longer on his body, he could feel the weight of them missing in their holsters.&nbsp; Now he was really pissed and really confused as to what had just happened.&nbsp; What he did know was that he was going to have to run.&nbsp; Of course all of these thoughts, flying through his brain, the human supercomputer, he was only a few steps behind her when he put his body in motion.&nbsp; Running after her, he vaulted onto and over the bed in a step as he tried to stop her before she got outside or at least very far if she did make it to the sand.&nbsp; It was a few steps into the hot sun, boots sliding a bit in the sand that he launched his body at her own.<br><br>It was a tackle, not meant to hurt her, just bring her down.&nbsp; A foot taller then her and of course a thicker and wider frame, he was perhaps much stronger then one might think at a first glance.&nbsp; Pinning her, his hands turned her over so she could face him, his knees on either side of her hips, sitting on her pelvis to keep her from using her legs for an armbar or some crazy move.&nbsp; If she had access to the internet, he was quite sure she probably had more moves and things like that up her sleeve and he didn't want her utilizing them on him.&nbsp; It was the first chance he had to get a word out, voice a bit gravely, almost as if he smoked, but of course he hadn't done that for years, “Are you crazy?&nbsp; Are you trying to get us killed?&nbsp; There could be land mines out here for all you know.&nbsp; I don't know what's going on, but you better fucking start talking.&nbsp; I don't take too kindly to being messed with and so far, none of this seems right...”, he was visibly upset, but he hadn't actually lost his temper, more like annoyed and wanting answers.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>20-01-2016, 18:39:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/_ChristinaCox_as_BillieNona.jpg)</div><br><br>The only thing that kept her from suspecting he waited for her on the other side of that door was the surprise on his face when she collided with him, beating him to opening it. He hadn't expected her to come running at him any more than she'd expected to see a man in his own kind of uniform hunting her. He wasn't wearing any security emblem, nor any military uniform, but he was suited like he meant to handle some covert business. He was here for her, but he didn't have a line on her in that moment and yet, here she was. Their mutual shock bought them both extra time, but he reacted first as his hands came out and closed around her bare arm under his red glove, the other gripping her hip and keeping her from running. It merely added to the sensations she wasn't familiar with feeling. Her initial attraction to him made even his covered touch intense enough to wash though her like he was projecting some sort of energy wave through the gloves and into her body. He meant to stop her from escaping, but he didn't expect her to seem so human and there was no malice in his hold, no immediate intent to do harm. It made her react as a woman, not as a machine hell-bent on stopping human-evil. But that reaction also made her feel like she was damaged inside, melting and overheated, she panicked and they weren't in the warehouse anymore.<br><br>Nona didn't realize she too, had been disarmed in the transition, she wasn't trying to kill this man who was clearly trying to grab her. No, the AI just wanted to get away from him and figure shit out. Find the warehouse, make sure it went up in smoke and ash. Of course, that wasn't going to happen, but if he thought she was going to dally because he didn't want to run, he was sadly mistaken. She might have been caught off-guard by her own reaction to the sight of him and the feel of his presence, but she was still on-mission and he wasn't apart of it. While he hesitated to consider his options, while he bolted over the bed in an effort to save time cutting the same direction she was going into a fraction, she was b-lining toward the other villa, 621. Her arms whispered along her sides as briskly as her thighs kissed in passing, boots suddenly loosing speed when she stepped off the wood planks and into the sand. Nona hadn't ever ran in sand before, and all her speed went down like quicksand as she trudged through, finally starting to huff- more out of frustration than actual effort. She knew from the internet, what her breasts were designed for, but being a machine, she was certain she wouldn't be feeding any babies and deduced they were aesthetically authentic. As a result, she'd gotten used to the way they bounced against her chest when she ran, not so much the wild jiggle when she trudged, and one hand abandoned the duty of propulsion and balance in favor of capturing her breasts more tightly to her chest.<br><br>She accomplished her goal only briefly, and then felt something brush her side a moment before something larger collided with her backside and rode her to the ground. The arm she'd used to pin her breasts became a push-bar against the ground to stop her ribs from hitting too hard and backing into her lungs. The shockwave road up both arms to her shoulders and up from her hips to gather along her spine. Nona could feel everything compress, but pain wasn't programmed into her system and she had no receptors for it. The impact didn't hurt, but it did jar her and partially pin her arms beneath her, at least until she felt those familiar gloved hands on her body, easily flipping her onto her back as his knees closed around her hips and he perched himself on her pelvis, grabbing her arms before she could get a good swing in and pinning her effectively to the ground. Still, he'd fell her hips shift under him as her knees rose up behind him, testing how high she could pivot with him sitting there- and it wasn't enough to do damage. If that alone wasn't enough to still her in his grasp, the words he growled at her were. With a blink, her silver eyes shined bright in the sun as her pupils constricted in the light, looking up at his very green gaze not taking too kindly to her. He was annoyed with her. Nona expected him to want to kill her, to hog tie her, silence her, and take her back to the Alliance. Instead, he was holding her down like he didn't want to hurt her, but sure as hell wasn't letting her go until he got answers.<br><br>If the machine looked confused (it was a very genuine and human confusion) it's because she was very confused. This didn't compute with the Alliance and how they usually did things. Once more, merely looking up at him in a halo of sunlight was like looking at an annoyed angel forcing a confession. Something about his looks made her heart machines all excited into a flutter, the rest of her body responding with a tremble. Her hips bucked up into him as she stretched against his body, eyes on him without wavering, attempting to compute what was happening and failing. HE was asking HER what kind of fucked-up shit they'd fallen into. When she opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and attempted to answer him to the effect of no knowing a damned thing, she was stopped by the way the light caught in his curly hair and found her gaze drifting toward it. Somehow very surreal, the sun on her face and the warm sand at her back, dusting her exposed belly from when she first landed, and not feeling threatened by the man pinning her there and what came out of her mouth was nonsense. <strong>"<em>I'knong mothouo</em>! <em>Yogofe rithint</em>!"</strong> The first intoned like a quiet but urgent plea she was innocent (or at least as innocent as him), while the second brought her eyes back to him and sounded a lot more like a demand or order. In truth, she was flustered and her brain was working too fast, blurring all the words she mean to say as if they were truncated versions of themselves all mashed together by cadence of intent.<br><br>Admittedly, she hadn't considered landminds, but that didn't stop her from feeling that melting feeling again and being afraid he was damaging her internally by being perched on her, or simply as close as he was. Every breath she took was filled with this man, and the sight of him weakened her, the feel of his grip on her wrists and the strength of his thighs as he kept her from squirming too much, it was overwhelming in a way she was unfamiliar and a little panicked by. Her words were heard, however, and she shook her head, tsking at herself before she tried again, this time slower and more deliberate as she also stilled her body in a show of non-violence. Standing face to face, or arm wrestling, she'd probably beat this man, but he had all the leverage and her strength meant diddly-squat.<strong> "I do not know what happened, where we are, or who the fuck YOU are, but if you don't get off of me right now, I'm going to kill you."</strong> Much calmer, but no less desperate in the seriousness of her tone. Though she didn't say how, she seemed convinced she was capable. At this proximity, with his eyes on her, he might begin to guess why, but there was this huge distraction of the fact they'd just been in a warehouse and now they were on a tropical beach with luxury villas. For her, he was too close to consider the rest of it, she was concerned for the heat inside her (being a machine and all) as well as the growing sensation she was losing fluid from her loins. Nona needed to get away from him, it became paramount to everything else.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>22-01-2016, 06:24:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0a/MatthewMcConaughy.jpg/799px-MatthewMcConaughy.jpg)</div> <br><br>Adam had been a bit put off by the way this woman ran and he could tell that she was well put together to say the least, so when she first opened her mouth to speak to him, he was expecting something slick and smooth.&nbsp; Instead he got gibberish, although he could tell that she wasn't messing around and got the gist of the two things she said with her intonations.&nbsp; Wondering if he had knocked her a bit silly or he had managed to make her hit her head, his eyes narrowed, a bit worried that she as trying to distract him.&nbsp; No weapons, no gadgets no equipment, he almost bounced on her hips, using his weight to push her hips and legs back down, not violently, but in a way to show that he had her pinned and she wasn't getting up unless she pulled some crazy ninja shit, which he knew he should be wary of all things considered.&nbsp; Sure, she had been programmed for other things, but that didn't mean that she couldn't mess him up.&nbsp; After all, that palm strike hadn't been a simple hit.&nbsp; It had been precise and purposeful.&nbsp; So often people extended themselves too far, spread themselves too thin and expended too much energy with their fighting.&nbsp; Adam was often in for the long haul when it came down to it.<br><br>Pinning her hips still, his hands, which looked a bit rougher and a bit large then one would expect grabbed hold of the edges of his large dark green trench coat to take it off.&nbsp; The red gloved hands removed his jacket, bringing some of his tanned skin to her eyes as his forearms were exposed.&nbsp; Thick looking and powerful, he still had the red gloves on, like some odd superhero.&nbsp; There was some red mask that was sewn into the inside of his coat, near the collar so he could just reach in and pull it over his face but with his coat of and in the sand, it was no where near his face now.&nbsp; Holding her down in the hot sand, the sun beating down on them, he felt as if he might melt right there on top of her like a slab of butter in a frying pan.&nbsp; And she felt firm and warm beneath him.&nbsp; Then she stilled her body, looking a bit frustrated with herself before she spoke to him.&nbsp; Maybe her gibberish had been another language he wasn't familiar with and she now knew that he didn't understand her?&nbsp; Listening to her as he slowly took his gloves off, figuring that if he didn't have his tech or guns and they were out on some beach he probably didn't need gloves, the ended up piled on his coat next to him.<br><br>Wow, she sounded pissed.&nbsp; And just as confused as he was.&nbsp; And still violent.&nbsp; He was hoping to bring her in alive and was still sort of hoping to do that, but they still had to kind of figure out where they were and WHY they were there if anything.&nbsp; Lowering slowly forward with each word, his eyes remained locked on hers.&nbsp; The smell of him, the warmth of his body of course radiating into her own, his face came dangerously close to her own, “Listen...if I let you up, we're going to go back inside, out of the sun.&nbsp; We're going to have something to drink, cool down and cool off a bit and...talk...”, finishing his sentence with his lips a few hairwidths away from her own lips, his eyes continued to search hers.&nbsp; Adam's hands weren't in the mix, they weren't near her shoulders or neck, more off to the side, stretched out, but his body had tensed up, expecting her to strike at him after her death threat and his unwillingness to comply.&nbsp; At least right then. <br><br>His mind was going through the files he read, going through the details and the things he had thought to remember that were important for her character.&nbsp; He was kind of glad that she didn't have any more explosives on her or any of her own tech with her, it just made it a bit harder to try and come up with a way to incapacitate her without getting into a physical fight.&nbsp; Perhaps with some realization that they had other things to worry about first before they dealt with each other.&nbsp; Waiting for her response, as to whether she was going to be calm and not try and run off when he let her up, he took a glance around their surroundings, taking his eyes off of her for just a fraction of a moment.&nbsp; Surveying the area, he noticed the other villa was the exact same but really what stood out was the land.&nbsp; The water was beautiful, the sand was perfect.&nbsp; Things seemed almost too good to be true, as if he had landed in some wonderful destination vacation.&nbsp; All they needed was a few chairs, some sort of structure providing some shade and a few drinks with those frilly umbrellas and life would be good.<br><br>Heaven?&nbsp; Hell?&nbsp; Purgatory?&nbsp; He had heard the words in his head when he had arrived, but that could have easily been done if he was strapped into a VR machine.&nbsp; They had crazy technology, the group he was working for, carrying out this task for.&nbsp; Did he get injured or hurt?&nbsp; Was he hooked up to something that was showing him all of this?&nbsp; It all felt pretty real, but then again that was the point of the virtual reality programs right?&nbsp; And memories, life, all of that was experienced through electrical impulses, so he was quite sure it was possible that all of this was bullshit.&nbsp; It made him want to do something crazy, just to see if it would come back and bite him in the ass, or whether he'd be reprimanded within the confines of the simulation because of it.&nbsp; Teleportation, had they perfected that?&nbsp; That may have been another reason why he was here.&nbsp; Still, the real question was, did he want to give something this beautiful, this amazing up so quickly, even if it was totally fabricated?&nbsp; It had been merely a fraction of a moment since he asked her to answer him on whether she was going to be good and he had a look in his eye that said maybe he wasn't all there.<br><br>The warmth below him, her body, the strength of it, the feel of it beneath his arms, his legs, his hands.&nbsp; It had been impressive.&nbsp; Adam had to wonder, did she know what sex was?&nbsp; Did she fuck like a human?&nbsp; Was she even capable?&nbsp; The warmth of her groin where he sat told him that perhaps she could.&nbsp; It pushed him to lean back down and lick her neck, all the way up along her jawline to her lips, collecting sweat.&nbsp; He was close to her, dangerously close.&nbsp; Adam had this feeling that she might just shift her face just a certain amount and take a chunk out of his face with her teeth, but he did have a point from all of this and for all the things that were running through his head, it seemed his mouth was in the very least talking reason.&nbsp; “I don't think I heard you...”, he said, whispering to her while his eyes locked onto hers again, waiting for her response, but actually giving her time to give it.&nbsp; Adam wanted this struggle to end so they could get to figuring things out and getting out of this very fucked up situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 02:49:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/_ChristinaCox_as_BillieNona.jpg)</div><br><br><br>Nona was a woman because women were seen as imposing, because men dominated the boards in charge of making those decisions, and because her programmer wanted a woman of his own but mistrusted humanity. She was not aware of her sexuality, that there was code embedded in her programming which made her prone to a certain responsiveness to the pheromones produced by viral men, especially those primed to share their seed. With his confusion and uncertainty of her capabilities, her only responses were triggered by those bits of code having evolved with the rest of her over the last two months she'd been on her own. It was almost forgotten when he leaned up, letting go of her to take off his trench coat and send it to the sand beside her. He was swift, but she was determined to use the moment of partial freedom to try and push him off her. Both palms struck his chest where it met his abs, heels of her hands digging into his ribs as her fingertips gripped the firm expanse of his pectorals with the force meant to shove him back and weaken his hold on her hips. He was well rooted though, on top of her, and merely danced like a reed in the wind to rebound even closer. That he held her tighter and re-established his hold on her from wrist to legs only renewed her melting sensation with vigor. He was too close, too hot of temperature, and the thin fabric of his shirt did little to stop her from feeling the weight of his body barring down on her though he had yet to actually lay on her. She stilled once more.<br><br>Then, he dared to give her another opportunity to fight him as he took off his gloves, forced to pull them off one at a time and therefor, let go of her. Nona wasn't convinced he wasn't going to drag her back to the Alliance and she lashed out again. This time, she aimed for his throat, missed with her right hand and only popped him in the jaw, which she thought opened him up for her left. Unfortunately for her, she miscalculated how used to removing those gloves he was, and how quickly he could do so. He caught her hands and slammed them back to the sand, holding her there only long enough to lean over her once more, this time all the way down where his chest barred into hers, nipples mashed into the softness of her own breast by his. Her heart machines skipped, her blood flow halted for a moment before it rushed with renewed chemicals of desire her programmer had intended for release only in his presence. He was dead now, and this man lay upon her just to stop her from striking,&nbsp; and himself -wondered how woman she was. His consideration of her ability to fuck caused his body to signal hers, and his proximity made it near immediate. Once more, her silver eyes dilated in the heat of her unknown need and she whined softly in worry that she was reaching a critical failure in her internal systems, too hot and too wet between her thighs. It wasn't normal, as far as she knew. His mouth was too close to her own, people did not speak to one another in such close proximity. <br><br>As he opened his mouth and took a breath to speak to her, her hips shifted beneath him, her breast meeting his in a shallow gasp that rolled into an unfamiliar moan. He felt good on top of her, not threatening her despite how she struck him, ran from him, and threatened to kill him. She stretched beneath him, trying to release some of the tension suddenly coiled inside her, rolling against him as a wanton woman but with eyes that suggested not knowing why she was melting, or moving against him with such desire. How could she have went from wanting to killing him for making her immobile and helpless, to desiring to remove his clothing so that his skin touched hers and not just the weight and warmth of his body. Her legs moved against his with her instinctive urge to wrap her legs around him to hold him closer, not knowing what to make of his negotiation, to let her up and return to the house. Nona, for a flickering moment, had forgotten why they were in this position, where they'd come from, how they'd met. His lips were close enough to touch with her own, if she only tilted her head up. Nona didn't know what to do if she did, or why she wanted to, so she stared into his eyes with such feminine want and innocent uncertainty. He had yet to hear her answer simply because she'd forgotten he'd addressed her. Not used to these sensations, urges, and the unbearable heat that was part the sand and sun, part him on top of her, and part her own arousal. So, what did he do?<br><br>To her surprise, she felt him lean further, nuzzle his face at her neck and wet her skin with his tongue in a line along her jaw to her lips. There, he whispered again and her eyes were found by his, confusing her further. She didn't realize he wasn't holding her down anymore, except with his body, until her trembling hands fluttered along his sides. Once she was touching the warmth of his body through the sun-baked shirt, she couldn't let go and found her palms solidly holding to him, feeling how well built he was as she searched his eyes for answers to his strange behavior. Her lips were parted with her desire, but she was unaware until his whispers prompted her to speak. The lick of her lips also brushed her tongue against his and she gasped into his chest as she gripped his sides and held firmly to him, steadying herself while her body stretched into the push of her hips into his. It felt so good, and natural to her that she held him tighter and did it again, on purpose, while watching his eyes and answering him in a husky whisper. <strong> "Rise, and let us go from the sun so you may start by explaining what you are doing." </strong> Nona meant right in that moment as much as why he was at the warehouse when it had appeared completely deserted. Yet, though she spoke the words, she did not let go of him until she felt his movement to rise. Some part of her enjoyed the sensation of having his warmth and weight blanket her while she melted inside, it seemed totally irrational and she was worried, but not enough to stop. <br><br>Manflesh. Nona had never had occasion to consider it, or the natural alignment of man and woman. Feeling him under her hands, seeing the question in his eyes without knowing the language he was asking in, she wanted to say <em>more</em>. Her eyes drifting from his to examine the contours of his face, he was very angular but so very handsome. His strength also had give when he wasn't tensed, because he was a man. She was designed to be a woman, but it was all organic machines in the same design and synchronicity of a real woman, and she was not informed or experienced in how to be a woman- machine or otherwise. The desire to touch him was foreign, though she began to suspect he was somehow draining energy from her, hence the weak feeling and the melted heated feeling, so perhaps she wanted to rub against him, to feel his muscles coil and uncoil because she needed the energy they'd produce in doing so. Yet, her flickering searches on the internet never failed to produce porn of one version or another and she kept seeing them now, not knowing how it related to her sensations, or why she enjoyed looking at him; touching him. Did she desire him inside her like the stills and vids? His breeding muscle, if the titles were to be believed, shoved inside her until she screamed? It did not look pleasurable, but feeling him here and now, in this way, she wondered if the joining of bodies was just that, pure bliss.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 06:14:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0a/MatthewMcConaughy.jpg/799px-MatthewMcConaughy.jpg)</div> <br><br>Automatons.&nbsp; There had been previous encounters with them, his contract usually for outright destruction or violent retrieval with the intention of returning the target somewhat intact so information could be extracted.&nbsp; The processor, the memory banks, they were what they wanted, everything else was superficial.&nbsp; When he took this contract he understood that this model was highly advanced, nothing that anyone had seen before and he would have to keep a high level of confidentiality.&nbsp; There had been that moment in the stairwell where he knew that she was his mark and yet if he hadn't been told she was what she was, he would have said that she was human, plain and simple.&nbsp; It was hard to wrap his head around a construct that looked and felt the way she did.&nbsp; The warmth, the sensations, the pure attraction that he felt, was it artificial?&nbsp; Were there things that she could emit from her body that had that affect on him?&nbsp; He was trying to still figure out whether any of this was actually real.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>What he felt beneath him, the shift of her hips, the need, it was there.&nbsp; He was kind of hoping that she wasn't going to strike him, or try to get him off of her when he began to take off his jacket but he was soon assaulted with her hands.&nbsp; Sure, she'd leave some bruises, but he had had worse.&nbsp; Adam was really quite lucky that she hadn't been programmed specifically for combat.&nbsp; Feeling her palms strike his chest, his he almost laughed at her, but chose not to.&nbsp; No, he was going to continue to play it very cool.&nbsp; He wanted her to calm down.&nbsp; If he got angry or escalated things to a higher level it would give her the opportunity to get more violent.&nbsp; Some assassin droid would have given him some lethal strikes, but his dossier on her had told him that although he had to watch her, if he got her in the right position or was able to catch her off guard, his size and strength would rule over her own.&nbsp; Leverage, placement.&nbsp; His body waved a bit with her strikes and she even felt his body absorb the impact, but he didn't waver or shift off of her.<br><br>Then came her strike to his throat.&nbsp; She was crafty and wasn't looking to kill him, but perhaps incapacitate him, as she had with that first strike in the bedroom.&nbsp; His breathing was still a little bit shallower from that one and he was thankful that she hadn't broken off his xiphoid process.&nbsp; Lethality didn't always come from strength, but precision and placement of strikes.&nbsp; It's what kept him alive.&nbsp; A sharpshooter with his pistols, he was often able to do the job with only a few pulls of the triggers.&nbsp; As if it were in slow motion, he watched as her hand came towards that sensitive and vulnerable part of his body, the simple shift of his face allowed the strike to hit his heavy and strong jaw.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed a bit, his reflexes perhaps a bit better then any other man she had encountered, Adam looked down at her as if he might strike out against her.&nbsp; And yet he stayed cool and teased her.&nbsp; It was to disarm her, confuse her and most of all take away that violent anger and replace it with something else, anything else.<br><br>Adam almost flinched, sensing her hands moving again and expected another strike coming his way, but what he felt was her grip his shirt and the sides of his torso.&nbsp; Maybe she was realizing that she was just as lost and confused as he was.&nbsp; Almost as if they had both jumped out of a plane and were hurtling towards the earth at insane speeds, she was clutching him close, feeling the warmth of her hands and the heat of her bodies core beneath him, he felt the first real feeling of arousal in his own body.&nbsp; The movement of her hips, the shifting and the sounds that she made while he was on top of her were sending unsaid messages to his body, to his brain.&nbsp; And as he remained bent over, his upper body pressed against hers, his eyes searching her own she would feel the warmth from his hips, his groin, being reciprocated, as if they were speaking to each other.&nbsp; There was something that was growing between them, pressing against the front of his pants which in turn was pressing against her lower half of her abdomen and the top of her waistline.<br><br>Hearing her words, said in the husky whisper, he realized that all the work he had just done, staying calm and working towards a reasonable resolution of this conflict, had paid off.&nbsp; As his upper body raised up, off of her own, his eyes still locked onto hers, he smiled warmly.&nbsp; “I'm glad we're on “speaking terms” instead of “trying to kill each other terms”.&nbsp; I'm going to get up slowly, we'll go inside and we'll talk about this...”, he wanted to continue the conversation, start talking about why he had been there at the warehouse.&nbsp; She knew why, so why had she asked what he was doing?&nbsp; Did she mean hunting her, or how he had licked her face?&nbsp; Sitting on her hips, firmly planted with a quick glance down along her body she'd be able to get a clear look at the front of his pants with what appeared to be a fairly large tent in it.&nbsp; It didn't seem that he cared too much about it or paid it any mind.&nbsp; No, if anything he was a bit embarrassed that his body had reacted to a synthetic woman that might not even know or be capable of sex.<br><br>Running a hand through his wavy hair, Adam kept his eyes on her, locked on her own, hoping that if she decided to deceive him, it would be easy to sense because she'd stop looking at him or she'd have some tell with a particular look in her eyes.&nbsp; What was really interesting was the shift of the colour of his eyes.&nbsp; A gentle blue/green colour, they had become almost a vibrant blue.&nbsp; A small vein was visible on his forehead, protruding as if he were suddenly stressed or concentrating on something.&nbsp; Slowly, very slowly, he began to slowly stand up from her hips, shifting to a crouching position still straddling her, to standing up, as if he were right across from a lion that was looking to eat him.&nbsp; If she moved or tried to strike him, it was difficult, as if a 500 pound weight was currently sitting on her chest.&nbsp; It wasn't until he almost all the way up before he offered her his hand.&nbsp; Adam's strong and rough looking hand was offered, gloveless at this point.&nbsp; The expression on his face was one of warmth, kindness.&nbsp; In his other hand was his jacket with his gloves wrapped up in it, having grabbed it on the way up.&nbsp; They would walk together, side by side, his hand finally letting hers go when she let his go.<br><br>They hadn't gotten too far away from the villa, so it was only a few steps away before they were inside the small but very pretty building, back where they had appeared, in the bedroom by the bed.&nbsp; It was here that he split off from her, still keeping an eye on her as he began to go through drawers, closets, to see if there were anything in them, if they were in someone's villa and were about to get in trouble for trespassing.&nbsp; “We'll call a truce for now while we figure this mystery out.&nbsp; I'm Adam...”, he introduced himself as he felt his body finally calming down after being so close to her own.&nbsp; It didn't take him long to check out the bedroom, however when he passed by the mirror, his eyes caught sight of the show that was going on in the pool before his thoughts about Nona began to spill forth and be displayed.&nbsp; He had been thinking about her, trying to tell his body to calm down and not be so responsive to her, figuring she wasn't built for sex, the thoughts he was trying to use to push the ones of curiosity and exploration of her body out of his head so he wasn't so physically aroused.&nbsp; After all, he had to stay calm and level headed as they talked about what was going on.&nbsp; Of course, he had no idea his ideas were being put on display, quite possibly for her to see.
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				Title: <strong>Villa 620</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 20:38:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKEDabodes/620-SandbarVilla.png)<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Floorplan_OceanVilla620.jpg)<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>.___Features___.</td><td>.___Lighting___.</td><td>._Anonmalies_.</td></tr><tr><td>- 1 toilet <br>- 1 Steam shower<br>- 1 Jacuzzi bath-tub<br>- 4 sinks<br>- 1 gas stove/oven<br>- 1 medium refrigerator<br>- 1 pantry fully stocked<br>- 1 dinette table w/ chairs<br>- 1 sofa<br>- 1 table with flatscreen<br>- Walk in changing room<br>- King sized bed<br>- 1 lounge couch<br>- 2 armoires <br>- 4 chairs<br>- 1 coffee table<br>- ceiling fans<br>- 1 dresser w/ large mirror<br>- 2 deck chairs w/table<br>- 2 sunbathing chairs<br>- 2 hammocks<br>- 1 fire pit w/sofa<br>- 1 water court<br>- 1 mini pool<br>- 4 outdoor closets<br>- wrap-round decking</td><td>- Outdoor night lights<br>- Bathroom accent lighting<br>- Mobile oil lanterns<br>- Bedroom lamps<br>- Den lamps<br>- Kitchen task lighting<br>- Deck torches and lanterns</td><td>-when a Tibmag (http://houdinihavocrp.webs.com/photos/WRECKED/_BlackStar_Icon.png) <br>&nbsp; is in residence, <br>&nbsp; the dresser mirror <br>&nbsp; becomes a viewing <br>&nbsp; screen for activities <br>&nbsp; on the island.<br>-when two Tibmags<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;are in residence<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;the mirror will<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;display their<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;that come in<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;image form.<br>-Flatscreen TV<br>&nbsp; in the den only<br>&nbsp; shows residents<br>&nbsp; memories on<br>&nbsp; each channel,<br>&nbsp; but 2 people<br>&nbsp; must be present<br>&nbsp; for it to work.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>REVISED: 01/23/2016 14:37 EST</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 21:49:55</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/_ChristinaCox_as_BillieNona.jpg)</div><br><br>Most of the people she'd met had tried to capture or kill her, or outright ran from her, but she couldn't figure out his angle. She felt something growing in his pants, hardening along her lower abs and over her groin, but at first she didn't know what it was or why. Porn kept flashing through her mind, his body exciting hers, and she was surprised to find it difficult to process information that was usually second nature. Nona was fixed on him, curious, and he'd not been outright violent toward her despite how she had with him. It didn't make sense. But she felt it all the more when he smiled at her and hoisted his torso off of hers, only grinding that engorgement into her and making her squirm for reasons she couldn't fathom. Was that his man-rod? The part that would fit inside her like a plug to join their bodies and share energy? She did not think herself capable of reproduction and thus, thought only a transfer of energy and the pleasure she was feeling might be reward for doing so. Yet, they found themselves in a strange place; one without smog, without towering buildings that were entire cities unto themselves. There were trees, natural water in such abundance she couldn't see where it ended. It was nothing like their world save in the most exotic and luxurious places only the richest of the rich could afford. Certainly not him, by the looks of him, or her- not even being human and all.<br><br>Her chest tightened for no reason when she gazed on him kneeling on top of her, making no move to harm but cautiously watching her for any of the moves she'd tried earlier, or new ones. Alas, she meant it, and since he did not decline, she had no intention of striking out at him while he stood. Trust has to start somewhere and he was the only person she'd traded words with outside of the Alliance, or her hunt for the factories. With the room, she palmed the sand and propped herself up on her elbows as she watched him roll onto his feet and pause again to prepare for a strike. By that point, her head tilted at him with a smirk she didn't understand entirely. His caution amused her, but at the same time, she respected him for it. He was not going to underestimate her. It was wise. The hand he ran through his hair became the object of her observation, but was dragged away by the way his hair bounced and tumbled into place in the wake of it. Her hair did not behave the same way, it had no curl. She was very curious about this difference and almost forgot what they were doing as he rose into the sun. It was only when he offered his ungloved hand, the other occupied with his things and she hadn't even noticed him snag them, Nona took a deep breath and dusted a hand off on her hip before grasping his and allowing him to help her to her feet with a little leverage, or a tug.<br><br>Interestingly, being helped up was something she'd experienced many times before, when she was learning to walk. Of course, she had also been learning to use all parts of her body, save those the Programmer was saving for himself. As the prototype, it was her experiences and organic-machine-muscle memory that was used to program the others. She had to learn how to use a human body so they didn't have to; most of it was for the various jobs the Labor Ladies were being purchased to preform. She could operate thousands of industrial machines, and do thousands of industrial jobs from manufacturing, assembly, and even distribution. The Programmer had used her experiences to set jobs in each of the preceding ladies mainframe, to be selected upon delivery and unlocked with the appropriate code so one had to purchase rights to use multiple job-functions. It was her, only duplicated, cut into pieces, and disconnected from self-awareness. It made them her children in a way, and there was no way in any hell she'd let them be mindless slaves to humanity. Blowing up the factories that made the women, and those scheduled to use them had been her only conclusion with the information she'd been able to gather. He didn't fit into the equation, but the feel of his hand ignited her in a way the Programmer's and lab assistants never had. It made her look at him strangely when she got to her booted feet and found herself still much smaller than him. Why should that excite her? Why should excitement make her feel like her insides were melting? That didn't happen when she was blowing things up, or incapacitating people- no, in those cases she felt electric inside. Nona didn't know what was going on, but her body was preparing for that sex thing he was wondering if she knew of.<br><br>It was a long moment before she remembered she still had his hand in hers, was staring at him and the way the sunlight made his skin glisten and his hair almost amber-gold. In that moment, she consulted her dictionary for the right word and found many, but in the example sentences she found the one most appropriate and released his hand as she intoned up toward him curiously. <strong>"You are very handsome, I admire your makers craftsmanship."</strong> Just like that, she turned for the villa as agreed, not looking back nor to the side when his longer strides easily caught up to her more awkward unfamiliar steps in the sand. It was only a few to the steps of the villa's decking, and she didn't pause to give him the stairway first despite putting her back to him, and simply ascended with a heavier thud of her boots than necessary. Well, it was necessary to knock the sand from them, which she took extra time at the top to knock her toes against the last step before taking to the deck and heading for the bedroom-which had no significance for her except it was where they appeared. Her eyes lingered in the spot they'd stood when they arrived here fro the warehouse, but he went for the dresser and amoires, searching- she didn't know what for. When he disappeared into the closet, she rounded the headboard just enough to keep an eye on him, but making it all too obvious when he walked back out talking of a truce and she turned like a rabbit and hopped back toward the sofa at the end of the bed to avoid him. Hearing him introduce himself, but being drawn to the couple in the pool in the mirror, kissing and fully embraced within the water now, body to body as she and Adam had- except these two were naked, like most of the porn.<br><br>He saw it too, but with both of them in the room, it flashed between his visual thoughts of her (and his attempts not to think of her like that), and hers of him (and the porn). It was confusing, there was no sequence to it, except the occasional flashes of the couple in the pool in between the other images related to sex, each other, and something else altogether. His mouth, a vague impression of his naked chest, a vague impression of what she guessed his cock looked like from what it had felt like, and the porn she'd accidentally seen searching for something else. The outright porn, a shower scene with a man drilling into a woman pressed against the tile with both legs nestled in his arms, straddling his body. The couple in the pool with water beginning to slosh about them. A teen in pigtails giving a huge cock oral sex. Stills of cocks, pussies, sex, foreplay, and so on, intermingled with his own thoughts, images of him from her perspective, and of course, the couple in the pool that they had yet to realize were their neighbors on the Island. Though the mirror still flashed their image-related thoughts, her eyes went to him and more of him appeared on the mirror. When she stepped closer to him, more images of him hovering over her, vaguely naked, that smile became more prominent. He didn't have a way of knowing they were her thoughts, save if he deduced what he saw of his own as his own, and the rest as hers. <br><br>Perhaps to his surprise, despite what was on the screen and in her mind (images of running her hands and body across his naked body,skin to skin), the machine offered him her hand as she answered his informal greeting. <strong>"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Adam. I think names are for those who aim to be remembered, and I do not count myself among them. The Alliance calls me Bille-Nona, and you'll have your truce when you start explaining."</strong> Just because she was unarmed didn't mean she couldn't make a weapon of the bedspread or sofa cushion. As the thought arose, images of pillow smotherings and blanket-hangings flashed on the mirror. Nona had a vast repertoire of human behavior in image and vid files that she referenced in her dealings with them. In this case, she was torn between putting him down to save herself, or exploring this other idea of joining her female body with his male body. If the images on the mirror counted for anything, sex was winning. By the look of her calm demenor as she stood before him, knees slightly bent and body well balanced, she was ready to attack him at a moments provocation. Yes, she looked very human and even behaved very human, but she was indeed, an organic machine and she hadn't gotten a full read on him yet. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 10:18:44</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0a/MatthewMcConaughy.jpg/799px-MatthewMcConaughy.jpg)</div> <br><br>Adam was trying to piece things together.&nbsp; Figure out what made sense, because it all seemed fabricated, almost fake.&nbsp; He wasn't trusting any of his senses and he was definitely not fully trusting the robot either.&nbsp; No, she had had an agenda previously, she would most likely do anything to get back to that.&nbsp; Was that even possible though?&nbsp; Had teleportation devices actually been created and he just didn't get the memo?&nbsp; It was hard not to inspect her, his eyes admiring her form and the way she was put together.&nbsp; Whoever had been her creator, her programmer, well he would have given them a pat on the back if he could.&nbsp; So far, if he hadn't been told, he would have sworn this beautiful creature that was currently in the bedroom with him was human.&nbsp; A compliment to her so far, her interactions and choice of words had been the give away so far, but he didn't really care too much.&nbsp; This was evidenced by some of the images that flashed on the screen, his own thoughts turning to pornography involving the two of them as he thought more on her.<br><br>Having checked the drawers and closets, to find nothing in them, he took another look around the bedroom and then went to the other rooms briefly, poking his head in through the door really, making sure it didn't look occupied or lived in before finally coming back to her in the bedroom.&nbsp; The place was small and very connected by only a few doors so it took him a quick moment to do this.&nbsp; Returning, a smile crossed his lips and he gave Nona a charismatic smile, genuinely flattered by her compliment, “Your makers craftsmanship is quite exceptional as well...”, finally responding to her after he had double checked things.&nbsp; His eyes were drawn to the room, her and of course the mirror.&nbsp; Having not seen it when they had arrived, his eyes narrowed at it, drawing his attention as he took a few steps towards it.&nbsp; It was hard to discern just what was going on, where the feed for the two in the pool was coming from as it looked too live and “home video”-like for it to be produced.<br><br>And then images, flashes of himself in various states of dress, parts of him and of course images of the only other person in the room interacting with him came up, interspersed with images and short video clips of the different porn scenes came up.&nbsp; Watching for a moment, he didn't know whether this was a joke, or if someone was messing with them.&nbsp; Maybe it was just her?&nbsp; Turning around to look at her and then back to the mirror, he took a step towards her as she introduced herself to him.&nbsp; She now knew his name, he knew hers and it seemed she was cool with a truce as long as they talked about what was going on and if he explained himself.&nbsp; “Well, I'm not quite sure what that is...”, he said pointing at the mirror, but it's...distracting...”, he simply said.&nbsp; Adam felt his body reacting, arousal was humming through him. It was hard to not have it after seeing what looked like porn and what looked to be edited images of himself, manipulated in some way to be sexually involved with Nona.&nbsp; Maybe they hadn't sent him out to bring her in, but instead knocked him out and hooked him up to some machine and were running a simulation.&nbsp; They were testing to see if they could make someone who was not real turn on someone who WAS real.&nbsp; <br><br>More and more Adam felt like this whole thing was a rouse, a dream.&nbsp; It wasn't the greatest mindset to have considering the actual circumstances, but he didn't know any better.&nbsp; Having placed his large dark green trench coat on the couch that was at the end of the bed, his gloves were on it too as he unsnapped his tactical vest, being slow with his movements so she didn't get any ideas and attack him.&nbsp; His body was hot, his heart beating harder in his chest as he removed the vest rather easily, placing it with his jacket, before he looked to her and what she was wearing.&nbsp; Probably less layers, Adam stepped closer to her, putting his hands and arms up perpendicular to his body, turning around slowly for her.&nbsp; “Here, just check me really quickly so you can make sure that I'm not armed, nor do I have anything on me that will bring you any danger...”, he said as he slowly turned around, hoping she didn't take this time to strike at him, or put him in some takedown.&nbsp; Of course as he slowly turned around, Adam did his best to explain things to her because she had asked for an explanation if he wanted a truce.<br><br>“I was hired by the corporation that made you.&nbsp; They asked me to subdue you and bring you back to them unharmed.&nbsp; They also gave me a dossier on you, files and other information that many don't have access to.&nbsp; They explained to me that you have been malfunctioning and have been shorty after you killed your programmer and began blowing up warehouses and factories.&nbsp; They believe you to be a threat, not only to them and yourself, but many people in the world because of the choices you're making since breaking free.&nbsp; I'm the best of the best, a trained bounty hunter and killer.&nbsp; Some of my physical attributes were enhanced with a highly experimental and top secret serum when I was young and in the military.&nbsp; Not only did it open the possibilities of performing extraordinary physical feats, but it also unlocked some strong dormant psychic abilities.&nbsp; You are immune to those, so I wouldn't worry to much, however I do have telekinesis in my repertoire as well.&nbsp; It's not something I do on a regular basis, but, it is something that I can do if needed...”<br><br>He was finished spinning around, slowly putting his arms down.&nbsp; Of course, as soon as they were at his sides, his fingertips grabbed the edges of his black tight t-shirt, his thick and strong forearms already exposed, and pulled it up and off over his head.&nbsp; Adam kept his eyes on her though as he did so.&nbsp; There was a bit of a tent in the front of his pants, whether it was there from before or it was there now as he was bombarded with all of these sexy images and videos on the mirror, it was apparent if she was paying attention.&nbsp; The contours of his upper body, the way it was cut, it looked as if it had been formed from marble and steel and yet was still warm and soft to touch.&nbsp; His own nipples were hard from the brushing of his shirt against them and the air now hitting his flesh, giving him goose pimples.&nbsp; Adam watched Nona for any change in demeanour and of course waited for her to explain herself as well.&nbsp; If she offered her body up for inspection, for frisking, he did it as she did his, his hands being extra thorough while doing so, he would have been dangerously close to her groin while around that region.&nbsp; When she finished explaining herself, he would nod in acknowledgement, interjecting something first before they continued with their conversation, their interrogation of each other.&nbsp; “I'm taking these clothes off because it's too damn hot for most of what I wear.&nbsp; I didn't dress for this sunny beach...”<br><br>The mirror would tell his thoughts, showing what he thought she might look like naked, and many similar images to the ones that she managed to project to it began to come up as well.&nbsp; One of a woman being kissed while the mans large hand rubbed her pussy while she had her legs open.&nbsp; A man drilling a dark haired woman from behind while she was bent over a nearby couch, a close up shot of a woman sitting reverse cowgirl on a guy, having just pulled off of him only to have him shoot his cum all over her sex and her belly, intermingled with the video feed of the couple in the pool and more sexually suggestive thoughts came from him INSTEAD of the previous images where he was trying to NOT think of her sexually.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>27-01-2016, 18:31:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/_ChristinaCox_as_BillieNona.jpg)</div><br><br>Nona found it curious, the expression he made when he looked to the mirror. She didn’t know it was her thoughts he was looking at, because she was looking at him, but it seemed to cause him to make another decision without a word. He moved away from her and the mirror to do a walk-through, and again, she didn’t know what he was looking for. It was only once he’d been to the other side of the villa, peered into den and kitchen with one sweeping glance, and crossed the bathroom again to rejoin her in the bedroom, it occurred to her they might have been in someone’s home. The machine had only known labs, boxes, and closets for a home. The Programmer had not risked treating her that much like a human and the bed behind her was insignificant. Without his coat and only his tactical vest to cover the way his shirt clung to his body, every step he took was a display of strength waiting to be used to it’s potential. She had said it on the beach, how handsome he was, and well crafted, but watching him return to her made the thought resurface with vengeance. Her silver eyes openly admired him, not threatened by him, though by the bend in her knees and the part to her thighs so her feet could rest in balance, she was still cautious. He would have to step almost into her space in th bathroom doorway before she receded further into the bedroom and back toward the sofa at the end of the bed as she ha been before.<br><br>The Mirror-screen had begun with the couple in the pool, it played random images unrelated to anything of the moment (which was his attempts not to think of her intimately) along-side intimate images of him from her perspective-sometimes with parts her visible and against him, often naked. Now, after the villa’s bedroom had been thoroughly searched and the other rooms cleared of other individuals, the duo were left to see porn. All of it was sex. Not just her and him, or parts of them as each other imagined they might be without clothing, and together, in an embrace meant only for pleasure or breeding, but porn of the internet, film, and memory variety that only made the couple in the pool seem even more intimate than before. It was clear they were fucking, sloshing water and writhing against each other between their hungry kissing, but for all it’s hard passion, they were gripping each other like they couldn’t bare to let go. It was a stark contrast to the reverse cowgirl and bondage porn co-provided by Adam and Nona- but muted, it was lost to their peripheral as Adam pointed out how distracting it was and let his hands address his vest to add it to the pile on the sofa. It left him in his tactical pants, boots, and a black t-shirt, not to mention whatever she couldn’t see.&nbsp; It was similar, but very different than a security uniform (which she was used to), or lab coats and frumpy suits. His heart was not the only one that picked up it’s pace, and the mirror only reflected the increase in their sexual desire by sharing their visual thoughts in flashes between them and the couple entangled in the pool.<br><br>Nona had only recently begun to dream, and didn’t know what to make of the sensation in her short sleep cycle once every five days. To her, it was either an error in her programming, or she was in a simulation and had never left the lab. If the latter was the case, they’d never let her leave after this! If it was the former, she could potentially fix it. If it was something else entirely, she had no data to draw on and was left instead, staring at the first man she’d felt sexual desire for. His removal of clothing had her undivided attention, but she did not think he was doing it for her. Like on the beach, she assumed his temperature was above optimal levels and he was attempting to remove insulation. Her body was usually very good at optimizing her temperature (and it was, now, for sexual activity), but she felt overheated and melting even in her light weight but dark charcoal cargo pants and ripped tank top that barely covered the sports bra she bound her ample breasts in. She was certainly more exposed than he was, at least for a moment. He stepped closer to her and her breasts swelled in their soft cotton confines as if to reach out to him, falling again when she exhaled a soft shudder of a breath that actually carried across her body in a shiver that dotted her skin with gooseflesh. The machine was made to seem human, and she was succeeding, watching him lift his arms in a gesture of surrender. To her surprise, he then turned around slowly in front of her.<br><br><em> “Here, just check me really quickly so you can make sure that I'm not armed, nor do I have anything on me that will bring you any danger...”</em><br><br>He was giving her his back. He was willingly allowing her to frisk him. She’d seen it done enough times to get the jist and stepped up to his back so close it was almost unnatural not to lean in and press herself against him. Instead, she let her shakey hands grace his ribs again, taking a more firm hold just to make sure she could, and then sliding it up and then down again as if to make sure the layer of cloth against his skin she saw was all there was to see. Nothing but body under the shirt, and still she pressed her hands forward, forced to step into his back to reach his front and making tracks with her hands in his shirt from pecs to the waitband of his pants. All clear, as she had already seen it was. Yes, the Machine was, in fact, taking advantage of his offer to grope him. She did not know to keep her excitement in check, to stop the sounds of her admiration from escaping her lips in soft hums and wanton moans against the back of his shoulder as she felt how toned he was all around, and how good it felt to wrap her arms around him and hold him to her chest. For the first time since she looked up the anatomical reason for her breasts, she actually felt appreciation for them being a machine who (to her understanding) couldn’t reproduce. It simply felt good to have that bit of give between his back and her body. So much so, she kept this contact as she slid down, hands riding his hips and feeling around on top of his pockets, brushing over the growing erection hidden behind the fabric.<br><br>Her mouth had hovered against his shirt from shoulder to spine, but the feel of his cock in her hand, even through the fabric, and even for a moment, just made her mouth open and teeth rake every so gently as she gasped and was forced to hold on to his cock and thigh lest she lose her balance. It was brief, and she recovered quickly enough to roll her head forward so her forehead pressed into his back instead, as she reached beyond his bulge and strong upper thigh to the length of them, leaning off him in time to reach down to his ankles and make sure he didn’t have any weapons hidden in his boots. Of course, she was assuming the one knife she’d carried with her was still on her and had no intention of offing herself to his inspection- she’d finished with that when she left the Alliance. His explanations weren’t encouraging, as he all but admitted being sent by them to take her in. So what if the corporation was BI, they were controlled by the Alliance and that meant he worked for them, and THEY were telling him she was malfunctioning. If that wasn’t alarming enough, he wasn’t a normal human afterall, but one juiced up on experimental enhancements. He felt anatomically human, no extra appendages or anything. And by the time he mentioned his telekinesis, she was just about finished frisking him, fingered his laces for hidden instruments and then stood as he turned and put his arms down. If the expression he turned to face looked mixed between killing him and fucking him, it’s because that’s what she was thinking. If he glanced, he’d see those thoughts in tandem on the mirror as it flashed her third of the mirror between sex and violence; the middle of it showed the couple in the pool, and the last third showed his own visual thoughts. All of them on the mirror at once like three separate feeds.<br><br>The moment he pinched his shirt in his fingers and began pulling it up, the violence in the mirror dissipated back to porn. The more skin he showed her, and how it reacted to the air only further intensified those chemicals flooding her system. As such, her explanation came without an offer to frisk her and in far less detail. Her voice and tone distorted by her clear distraction with his removal of that dark shirt in revelation of his toned flesh that was already calling to her- literally, on a chemical and pure energy level. <strong> “Malfunctioning my ass; if that’s what they told you…, <em>Adam</em>, you can expect the rest…. of your <em>more-thorough-than-others-were-cleared-for-report</em> was still quite slim of …actual truth or fact. While it’s true, I have… re-written some of my... programming…, that wouldn’t have been ....possible... if I hadn’t been first …given the awareness of my... programming …or ... or...the ability to access and... change it-<em>I’m functioning exactly as designed, thank you</em>. “</strong> She’d said his name with some contempt, despite how she was reacting otherwise. Maybe she was a little breathy (in her frustration and lust) at the last, because he seemed to notice she was staring and hesitating on her words in stutter-step response to her mind being clouded with the urge to touch him, taste him, and encourage him into her body. The thoughts had her thighs kissing and her boots whispering as she shifted uncomfortably in her wanton heat that was only now beginning to make sense. She wasn’t melting as in dying and shutting down, she was melting as in cumming! <br><sub>(Not exactly, but she was on the right track with limited information.)</sub><br><br><em>”&nbsp; “I'm taking these clothes off because it's too damn hot for most of what I wear.&nbsp; I didn't dress for this sunny beach...””</em><br><br>His words bespoke of logic that had nothing to do with the sex on the mirror in their peripherals. The cumshot came at the same time she made her assessment to her status and taking it in peripherally only made her moan softly and draw her hands across her lower abs as if she could fight the ache inside for want of that. Her programmer ensured she would enjoy his cum in any way he wanted to give it to her when he sparked that feature in celebration of his victory in the deployment of the mass production of Labor Ladies. Now he was dead, and this man, enhanced man, stood before her promising her no harm and seeking only understanding before deciding whether to go through with his contract. Right now, she could only think of his body and what it might be like to join it with her own. If he was paying even slight attention to the mirror, he’d notice the two on the outsides were starting to sync up in a fashion. The couple in the pool were lost in their moment of joining, but the images from the two in this room played on the outskirts in flickering echoes of the same thought. Between touch and very close fucking, to cum inside and out, more molesting and fucking, in different ways which were muted of sound but not of effect on the female machine before him.&nbsp; Without warning, she quietly, but adamantly commanded of him- in response to his explanation and the cross-wire that twisted it to her desires: <strong> “Take all of it off,” </strong> her eyes licking along his body with desire that should have only manifested so genuinely in real flesh and blood, <strong> “I want to see all of you, Adam.” </strong> His name was much sweeter on her lips this time, indulgent even, because he had given her a new experience and sensation and she was distracted by the desire to explore it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 00:23:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0a/MatthewMcConaughy.jpg/799px-MatthewMcConaughy.jpg)</div> <br><br>It had been a curious thing, to have these feelings, to think and feel as if she were human and not a machine.&nbsp; Attracted to her, desiring her.&nbsp; It was hard not to.&nbsp; She was easy on the eyes and there was something about her.&nbsp; Maybe it was the naive part of her that he found attractive.&nbsp; The curiosity, the fact that she had only known the outside world for so little time.&nbsp; It was also perhaps flattering.&nbsp; She no doubt had run into many men since the time she had been born, even created for “other purposes” by her creator, and yet something told him that this was new for her.&nbsp; Desire, want, need.&nbsp; Lust.&nbsp; The look in her eyes, the way she breathed as she inspected him.&nbsp; If he were a betting man, he would have put money on it.&nbsp; And yet there was a part of him that was entirely still cautious.&nbsp; There was a fight within him.&nbsp; What did this make him if he was attracted to her?&nbsp; A robot lover?&nbsp; Was her programming that good?&nbsp; Was she that well designed?<br><br>And then doubt began to swirl through his mind.&nbsp; Yes, he took off his vest, but it was in an effort to distract himself from her, so that his mind was on the fact that they were in a strange place, without proper attire and no one else around.&nbsp; It was all still a mystery to him and yet he had to worry that this was some ploy by the company he had been hired by.&nbsp; Maybe he was in some sort of holographic projection room.&nbsp; If they had enough technology to create an artificial being, surely they could make an empty room look and feel like something else?&nbsp; Was she a test?&nbsp; Maybe he had been hired to interact with her, not capture her?&nbsp; He was part of some twisted experiment.&nbsp; In reality he was thinking too much, trying to come up with reasons for something that couldn't be explained but was deadly simple.&nbsp; Did they want him to be seduced?&nbsp; And then even if this was all real, was she trying to suck him in and let his guard down so that she could kill him?&nbsp; There were many humans that had tried to do that to him in his life time, especially the crafty women in his life, why wouldn't she be the same?<br><br>She was currently in more revealing attire then he was, so it was easy to get lost while looking at her, inspecting the naked pieces of flesh.&nbsp; Even just the simplest of movements had him wondering how anatomically correct she was.&nbsp; There had been a heat from the core of her body, but that didn't mean that she had all the parts to do what she was picturing in her mind.&nbsp; Adam had begun to notice the mirror more and more and just what it was doing.&nbsp; Raw, unfiltered thoughts, from at least him, were being shown on one side of it.&nbsp; Where was that coming from?&nbsp; How was that being done?&nbsp; In his world with androids that looked human and humans being given superhuman abilities, nothing was impossible, but the mirror didn't look like it was mounted to the wall or hooked up to anything, so it was hard to say that it was just simply a piece of tech that was displaying images based on brain waves being emitted and picked up by some sensor in the room.&nbsp; The villa was nice and as he turned around to allow her to frisk him, he was able to inspect the room itself a little more thoroughly.&nbsp; <br><br>There had been a bit of a jump from him when her hands first touched him, as if he had been expecting her touch to be violent instead of exploratory.&nbsp; It seemed he was ready for her to attack him, but this had really been the ultimate trust test.&nbsp; If she wanted to kill him, no matter how much seducing and “distracting” she could have done, offering your back to someone was almost the be all end all way of knowing if they were actually trying to kill you or not.&nbsp; Easy, quick and off guard, it would be the opportunity he or any assassin would take if given by their target.&nbsp; It didn't mean he wouldn't try and stop an attack from her if that was the case, but it was like giving her a community chest card to pass “Go” and collect $200.&nbsp; The only thing he hoped was that she wasn't doing the long con.&nbsp; The one that went on and on until they had you at your utmost worst before striking.&nbsp; He had a few scars from previous long cons in the past.&nbsp; Thankfully Adam hadn't died from it, but it mean that his trust was very rarely given.&nbsp; Her hands though, and the way she touched him, there was something different about it then he had expected.&nbsp; Maybe she really was new to this, living life, people, all of it.<br><br>If Nona had taken a look at the mirror while she was frisking him, it would have been easy to see that his current thoughts still had general sexiness, which was at least better then trying to think of her as just a machine, but there were also images that showed his distrust of her, as if at the very last moment, when she was the closest to him, she'd move and snap his neck like a twig.&nbsp; That was until he felt her hands shift to where his pockets were only to travel lower.&nbsp; Her soft hums and wanton moans were surprising but primal music to his ears, furthering his own desires and needs.&nbsp; By the time her hand made it to his covered erection it was thickening underneath her touch, as if there was some little machine in his pants blowing air gently into a balloon.&nbsp; Of course his pulse was there, his cock throbbing with each beat as it filled with blood.&nbsp; Adam stifled his own pleasured sound, not wanting to let her know that she had him in the palm of her hand, figuratively, considering she had him literally.&nbsp; Her almost falling over and having to grab him for support was amusing, but he had no response to that other then to chuckle internally.<br><br>When she was done and he finally turned around, he noticed her face, the look on it and was immediately on the defense again.&nbsp; His muscles tensing, as if ready to attack or dodge out of the way of a strike, he had proceeded to take his shirt off of course, hoping to difuse the situation as it seemed she was distracted by his body.&nbsp; And as if he had hit the jackpot, there was a sense of ease as he removed that shirt.&nbsp; Her explanation was short and to the point, nodding a bit as he ended up standing in front of her, his nipples hardening at the air hitting them. Of course his strong hands were at his side with a warm smile on his face.&nbsp; His peripheral caught the images on the mirror, the cumshot and all the rest, knowing that all of this was not just him.&nbsp; It made sense that her thoughts were most likely being put onto this mirror as well and from what he could tell, she was having similar if not more lewd images cross the display then he was.&nbsp; Adam took note of the fact that she had re-written some of her programming, wondering if that's why she was reacting the way she was, or if it was some other behaviour he hadn't seen yet.<br><br>What felt like a long glance at the mirror, his eyes returned to the female machine in front of him, a bit perturbed that she hadn't offered the same bit of trust to him, to check her body for weapons, but he figured he wouldn't bring it up for fear of pissing her off.&nbsp; Besides, from his initial scan it didn't seem like she had anything hidden.&nbsp; The only place she really could have a weapon, well, he hoped she didn't think of that part of her as a place to put things like that.&nbsp; In fact, for a moment, he was about to ask.&nbsp; As far as he knew she was having these emotional and primal reactions to him, but could she actually physically perform such an lustful act?&nbsp; Did she masturbate?&nbsp; Did she even know how things worked?&nbsp; He was snapped out of his thoughts then though as she asked to see all of him.&nbsp; Nona wanted him to take it all off?&nbsp; I understood she seemed to be reacting to him in a very human way, but this felt like it was outside of how she would normally react.&nbsp; Gently nodding, he laughed a bit.&nbsp; His laughter was slightly nervous considering she had been so strong and forward with her command.<br><br>“I was actually planning on taking the rest off and hopping into the pool out there and then probably have a shower....”, he said as his fingers moved to the front of his tactical pants, kicking out of his boots slowly as he began to unbutton his pants.&nbsp; Stepping out of his boots, he got a bit shorter but not much.&nbsp; Apparently most of his height was him, not his boots.&nbsp; His eyes locked onto hers, watching her watch him, his thick thumbs hooked into the waistband of the only thing really left on him as he slowly slid them down off of his hips.&nbsp; What she had felt with her hand through his pants didn't do him justice.&nbsp; Sure, there was length, but the thing about his cock that was most evident was the width.&nbsp; It seemed the most wide at the base, as if to truly feel and get the most from him you'd have to be completely rooted down on his cock to get&nbsp; the full size.&nbsp; It also meant that instead of a more piercing shape, it was as if he were a long and thick plug, made for ensuring his seed stayed deep within his mate for breeding.&nbsp; Wonderful veins and ridges ran along it as if it were as cut and muscle bound as he was.<br><br>Adam stepped out of his socks and his pants at the same time, standing there in front of this female machine, taking note now of how she looked at him.&nbsp; Of course after his pants had slipped down off of him he had been unrestricted so his hard on had bounced out, helping cement her idea of what that part of him looked like.&nbsp; Almost sheepishly, he glanced down and added onto his previous sentence, “...or maybe have that shower first.&nbsp; A cold one?&nbsp; And THEN the hot tub.&nbsp; It doesn't matter whether this is some dream or if this is all real, but I think I'm going to enjoy it while I can. And you should too.&nbsp; Maybe get some sun on this skin...”, he said stepping towards her, his rough and thick fingers brushing her neck as his eyes looked over her face.&nbsp; He wasn't even sure if she could tan or what, but he was hoping she knew what he meant.&nbsp; Now, to head to the shower or the pool, he couldn't figure out which one first, but with how hot he felt, maybe the shower?&nbsp; “You're welcome to join me in either.&nbsp; Fire pit seems nice too. It seems like there is lots of room no matter where we go.&nbsp; Even here....”, Adam said, indicating the bed.&nbsp; He wasn't necessarily saying this with sex in mind, but he knew that if she still didn't trust him she probably wouldn't want to let him out of her sight.&nbsp; "...your turn", he said lastly as he pointed at her clothing.&nbsp; Not fair for him to be naked if she wasn't, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>29-01-2016, 20:39:20</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/_ChristinaCox_as_BillieNona.jpg)</div><br><br>Nona’s raunchy thoughts were the product of the internet. Her only exposure to human sexuality was porn so, that is what she thought of now. Stills and vids of entertainment driven sex, which before had only seemed like uncomfortable displays of joining body parts, and now served as an expression of her curious desire. Though she had stopped watching the mirror out-right, she could still perceive what was being shown in her peripheral, and it was encouraging to surmise the other third of the images belonged to his thoughts which were along the same line as her own; especially as her hands ran over his body in full advantage of his offered frisking. Still, she had not missed how he had first flinched at her touch. The man might have been considering her body as a woman, but he was not stupid and knew still she was… how did he put it?... a malfunctioning machine.<br><br>It should have been a top priority to figure out where here was, or how they’d gotten here, but something about this place made the bio-mechanical woman feel like time was all they had. Answers were not going to come easy, but they would have eternity to figure it out. In the now, she was focused on exploring her new sensations and reactions to his maleness. It was true, she had met many men, felt their bodies against her own as they fought, but none had triggered her the way he did. As she stood there before him, as he turned around to face her and her strange command, she was reviewing the coding he had brought to light when he invoked it unintentionally. There was a surprising lack of directives to follow, no step-by-step instructions for what she was supposed to do, just base code that didn’t make sense to her. It did to the cells of her body, providing her with the feelings of female arousal, wetting her and warming her for him, causing in her a craving to put his rod inside her until he shared a part of himself with her.&nbsp; His seed.&nbsp; Nona couldn’t find any reproductive coding, she didn’t know why she would want it, except she did. She wanted to feel all of him as he was inside her and it was an alien sensation that grew with a pleasure she surmised was intended to make her more receptive to him. Why him? Did he know?<br><br>Instead of asking, she had berated him, and he had taken off his shirt. Though he did offer reasonable explanation, she had decided to take it further. Nona hadn’t expected to hear the words from her own mouth, commanding him to take the rest off, and sharing with him her desire to see all of him- especially his shaft which she had every intent of having inside her before the day was out. Still, she said it and he laughed. It was an amused laugh, yes, but had a note in it she didn’t recognize and it caused her to tilt her head curiously. He mentioned, before actually fulfilling her order, planning on undressing anyway to hop in the pool or shower. She had showered before, out of curiosity and then pleasure in doing so, but she did not know what the pool was meant for, and assumed it was an outside bath. Nona did not know how to swim, she had no intention of going in the pool and frowned in a microsecond at the thought. The bionic woman was distracted rather quickly by the movement of his hands to his pants, darting down to his boots as he toed them off without bothering to unlace them. His eyes were upon her, she could feel it, but couldn’t look away from his hands for more than a second to confirm it. She did not blush, but smiled with slight uncertainty and a lot of tightly controlled excitement. <br><br>Her eyes widened at the sight of him, the silver thinning with the darkening of her pupils, desire rushing through her as he lowered his pants with the drag of his thumbs in the waist band. He was not shy about revealing himself to her, and though he proceeded to step out of his pants and socks at the same time, she&nbsp; had her eyes fixed on his cock with a blooming smile and a lick of her lips. She did not actually know what his cock could do for her, being that did actually possess all the right female parts to make her as real as was possible, but he had a cock that could have been in any one of those vids or stills. She didn’t know why, but she liked how thick it was, in addition to its exciting length, and she took a step toward him a second before his own feet carried him toward her and put them so close she need only lean to brush herself against his naked cock. Nona didn’t even realize he was speaking to her until she saw his hand approaching and was forced by startled senses to look up at him as his fingers graced her neck and sent a shiver through her body that swayed her against him like a buttrfly’s passing. Why would he want to take a cold shower?! Cold showers sucked! Cold and then hot? What did he mean get sun on her skin? They had just been in the sun!<br><br>As he went on, she followed his gestures, humming inside with how close she was to him and her desires for him. Fire pit, the whole villa, the bed… she felt her lips waver against each other, an urge she didn’t recognize swelled inside her and caused a tingling sensation to wash over her as heat swelled in her chest and in her loins. The machine wanted to press her lips to his, but it didn’t make sense because she didn’t want to eat him, nor to silence the thrilling tones of his voice. The mirror displayed her frustration, focusing on his lips though her eyes were on his, and showing sex vids that then zoomed in on the peoples mouths where they joined against their partners bodies. Sometimes lips to lips, sometimes lips to groin, or tit, neck or any other part for none of it seemed off limits. Kissing. It was in her dictionary- but before she could announce that revelation, he startled her by bringing it back to her, pointing at her clothing and the fact she had it all on while he stood there naked. As she followed his pointing, and looked down at her own body, she took note how her nipples poked against the cloth as his did to the air, and wondered if his felt as aching as hers did. Nona was smiling again, and the Mirror showed nipples as if to confess for her.<br><br>It took a moment to move her eyes away from her body in the clothing, but when she did, she couldn’t help but to find her gaze on his. He was exquisite. The sight of him lit a fire inside her, and it made her wonder if he desired the same reaction. It wasn’t until her eyes finally leveled up on his own that she lifted her hands from her sides to address her belt. His thoughts of female weaponry concealment in skimpy clothing was limited, though she thought she only had a small knife in her left boot (she did not, the island took it like it did his weapons), she could have easily hidden two more under her breasts, poison pins in her hair or in the seams of her pants pocket flaps, or a sedative powder in packets within her pockets… or any number of other subtle weapons of convenience and concealment. Still, she didn’t miss the way he had looked at her, not as a woman, but as a possible combatant whom he needed to inventory proper threat of. It made her smile, because he had yet to attack her outright, and still showed the prowess to have the potential. It was exciting. This time, as she left her belt hanging from the loops and proceeded to unbutton and unzip her pants to make it more comfortable to bend over to unlace her boots, the mirror was replaying the moment they first collided to the subsequent (short) chase across the beach that landed them in her awakening- from her perspective.<br><br>Nona decided, whether he wanted to feel that fire the way she had when he revealed himself to her, she wanted him to feel it, to desire her. It was in the programming she didn’t understand because she was still evolving her perspective knowledge of human behavior and normalcy. She knew she was designed to blend in, and that coding made sense, but that she didn’t understand why (as a machine) she would want to join her body with his and drain him of seed, also didn’t negate that she did want it. Now that she answered to no one, he was the only one who could stop her, because she did not have any desire to force him- that seemed counter to the feeling. It was a dance. He had undressed, and now so was she. Bent at the waist to his side, her naked shoulder to his naked thigh first to his left, and then his right while her fingers deftly undid the binding that kept her boots secure and her pants going no-where until they were removed, and that small bit of contact kept her body enflamed with the need for more. She took deep breaths of him and the villa through it, but it was in vain, for it was her turn to be hit by the LUNCH RUSH anomaly.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> LUNCH RUSH&nbsp; ANOMALY</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">AKA: The " POSTING BETWEEN LOCAL HOURS 1200-1300" Anomaly:<br><strong>What does the guest experience?</strong> Whatever the guest hungers the most for, they will experience this hunger at the forefront of their thought. Everything they do will subconsciously drive them to indulge in this drive, and no obstacle will seem insurmountable. The effects are only temporary, and they may feel like they were in a trance when they snap out of it, unsure why they were unable to control that particular hunger. Like before, strong mental characters might be able to control themselves to some degree while lesser mentalists may over-indulge in a binge capacity.<br>(for more information, see the rest of the anomaly details here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237363.msg11687684#msg11687684))<br>&nbsp;</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> </div></div></div><br>In BILLIE Nona, the anomaly took root of her desire to explore her new feelings, with him specifically, and as specific as now feeling she <em>needed</em> him to be inside her because she wanted it more than anything else in that moment. He consumed her senses and made every one of them feel the focus of her attention. It was chaos, but beautiful chaos that made her even wetter, clenching tighter in ripples that spread up along her abs in a dance that helped to raise her from her work freeing her laces. When the woman rose along side him, she didn’t stop contact, but let her shoulder glide upward as far as she could naturally lean (still standing in front of him) and then turned her face to find her lips meeting his skin in a butterfly kiss of contact to is side with her cheek brushing his arm before she drifted back and away to look up at him with seductive eyes. The machine had a plan, it was forming in her mind and shining in her eyes as she thumbed her pants as he had (but only her pants) while toeing off her boots, not looking away from him watching her. If she noticed her knife was absent from its sheath inside the left boot, it didn’t seem to register. The prototype was way out of her element, but it felt as natural and needed as breathing. She didn’t just want him to desire her now, she wanted him to have to have her, and her eyes said without words- shower, pool, or hottub wouldn’t stop her from having him. <br><br>Her thumbs dragged her pants off her panties and down her thighs, exposing the stain between her legs still wet and glistening as it would have been for any human woman with that look in her eyes. Shoes off, she worked her socks off too as she leaned toward him to drag her pants down to her knees and hovering her lips again over his skin- this time where his pecs met his abs and with her eyes up upon his handsome face with his wild hair that excited her just because. Only when her hands let go of her pants to caress his thighs and boldly grip more firmly as she dragged them up to his hips and stood, did she also allow her lips to actually kiss his skin with a tender press that warmed her inside so deeply it caused her lashes to flutter closed despite her desire to watch him. For a hot second, her plan to steady herself on his hips as she stepped out of her pants was halted in the sensation of feeling his body under her lips. They dragged higher as she rose and leaned her wet panties toward his naked cock, reaching for the beat of his heart where she kissed him again more firmly to feel it. 1n0’s she really fucking wanted him! But Nona made herself take a breath against his skin and lean back enough to look at him again, to hold his hips close to her own as her thighs brushed the front of his legs in her careful stepping out of her pants. It might have built too fast, like a bullet train in the surreal Island landscape, but it was genuine and only enhanced by the antics of Everlast; such was the way it worked.<br><br>It wasn’t about turn-for-turn anymore, not for her, Nona just wanted her clothes off so she could feel all of him, HAVE all of him. It was in her programming to want him to want it too so, the more she wanted it, the more she wanted to make him want it too. Right now, she was a clit-pulse away from pulling her panties to the side and jumping on him right now, on the bed, before shower, pool, or hot-tub. Before she even finished taking her clothes off or undoing her hair- Nona <em>hungered</em> for Adam. Instead, in a show of her control, (<em>and because she didn’t exactly know how to make feeling of pleasure continue when it came to shoving large rods in small, tight holes- even with all the lubrication she realized had to be the leaking she had previously been scared of</em>), Nona glided her hands from his hips with reluctant release of his flesh only because she went for his hands. Whether he had venture to touch her before then or not, she had purpose for his hands now. He wanted her clothes off, and she wanted his touch, so she brought his hands to her sides and urged them up to remove her tanktop and bra together, if only to feel his hands on her body. She didn’t think he could understand how difficult it was to drag her mind from her desires long enough to make her mouth work in favor of communication and not just sampling him, but she made the effort anyway… creampies and cumshots favoring her side of the mirror, some intimate, but most raunchy because that is what came up in her non-related searches before she knew how to filter out the irrelevant (porn) material.<br><br><strong> “Adam… I’m a machine, and you’re human…” </strong> Could a machine feel nervous? She did, and she was, because she was trembling with her hunger for him and knew so little about it, she HAD to have his help or one of them would end up hurt-<em>and she couldn’t feel pain</em>. Her hands were freed of the task enough to allow one to hold to his side as she had on the beach, but without his shirt to hinder her from absorbing his heat; the other went lower and between them to boldly touch his cock at that most thick base she was so curious and excited about for reasons she hoped to discover- pulling him by his cock so it slid between her thighs and against her wet panties and hot pussy until the front of their bodies (hopefully unhindered by clothing save her slip of soft cotton underwear) were pressed against each other <strong> “…but I am still female and I hunger for your maleness, to feel you against me and inside me- to taste you and…” </strong> don’t have any other explanations. Nona was pretty sure she had everything they needed because she had seen the design schematics before she destroyed them, but that didn’t mean she understood what she was capable of, and she hoped to explore it with him. <strong> “…we can figure the rest as we go.”</strong> With her hips pushing into him, and her wet panties slathering his shaft with her very real feeling nectar, would he resist? Could he? <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>10-02-2016, 07:10:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0a/MatthewMcConaughy.jpg/799px-MatthewMcConaughy.jpg)</div> <br><br>There was a moment where Adam really didn't know what to expect.&nbsp; Here he had been asked, or perhaps even “told” to remove his clothing, but he was still on edge, still wary that she had been violent and evasive just a moment ago.&nbsp; It didn't matter, he would chase her down nude if he had to, whether she liked it or not.&nbsp; Once Adam saw the look in her eyes, the one of hunger and need buried deep within them, he could tell that what was being played on the mirror wasn't all him and it certainly wasn't negative.&nbsp; Adam caught the images, the ones of lips and kissing, both of two pairs of lips and lips and other body parts and the thought of doing that ran through his mind.&nbsp; Time seemed to slow down, as if it were moving along as slow as a turtle, many different scenarios and thoughts playing out in his mind, which of course gave signals to his body.&nbsp; He wasn't fully hard yet, but being naked in front of her was a bit arousing itself, especially since she had pretty much demanded it.<br><br>And now it was her turn.&nbsp; Would she do it?&nbsp; Or would she use this as an opportunity to take off and try and lose him?&nbsp; Or maybe attack him in some vicious way, starting with the nicer parts of himself?&nbsp; There seemed to be a moment that hung in the air, at least for him, where he was waiting forever for something to happen.&nbsp; She of course hadn't asked about his words to her, about having a cold shower or anything like that, so he missed the fact that she didn't quite understand some of what he said.&nbsp; However, it didn't quite matter.&nbsp; Not with the lick of her lips that he caught, nor how she moved towards him as he did just after he had finished getting out of his clothes.&nbsp; Something was about to happen and Adam was ready for it, or at least he thought he was, good, or bad.&nbsp; Eyes staying on her, they only moved from watching her body as a whole when her fingers grasped the top of her pants, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper.&nbsp; Honing in on just where her hands were he watched with anticipation.&nbsp; Sure, his body was still on edge, just in case he had to defend himself, this strip tease a distraction before she used her hand like a knife and caught him in the throat or swept his legs out from under him.<br><br>The feeling of her shoulders against his outer thighs, there was contact made from her, having not really expected there to be so much touching while she undressed herself, he almost stepped back, away from her, as if something horrible was about to happen.&nbsp; It sent a shiver down his spine, to&nbsp; feel his pulse in the core of his body, a natural response to both things he was feeling.&nbsp; Arousal, conflict.&nbsp; They could go together and be a good thing right?&nbsp; Expecting a limb to lash out with a strike his muscles tensed a bit, but he remained aroused, which was evident by the size of his engorged cock which bobbed a bit as his feet shuffled just the slightest amount, moving them in place, as if he were highly uncomfortable.&nbsp; Adam was not aware of the anomaly, the “hunger” that took over her senses, only that he had undressed at her strong command and now she was undressing from his suggestion.&nbsp; Adam still felt that he would have been taking his clothes off any ways, she had just given him an excuse to do it when she had become so demanding. <br><br>What happened next made his heart beat faster and if there was any way for her to feel his pulse or perhaps notice the way his skin rippled, her teasing and skin contact was something he hadn't expected, at least not in that way, nor had he counted on it affecting him that much.&nbsp; A twitch came from that hardened tool that was jutting out so tastefully from his body.&nbsp; In fact Nona would have felt his skin press back to hers when she had raised up and presumably made contact with him on purpose.&nbsp; The look in her eyes though, that's what tipped him off to the fact that something had changed, something had triggered.&nbsp; Adam no longer had any fear of her.&nbsp; At least not right then.&nbsp; No violence or trickery.&nbsp; What he saw in her eyes when she finally rose and her eyes crept back to looking up into his own was pure unadulterated lust.&nbsp; Not since he was a younger man had he seen a look of need and want in a woman's eyes.&nbsp; Sure, he had had many lovers since then, but it was a look that could set your world on fire in an instant and she gave it to him right then.&nbsp; This was about to get about as serious as a heart attack and judging by his bodies reaction and the images that were flashing on the mirror in the room, he was perfectly fine with it.<br><br>She had undone her laces and had her body touch his.&nbsp; Now she was pulling down her pants, leaning forward and letting her body touch his own again while exposing her wet panties to him and he suddenly knew that there was truth to everything that was happening.&nbsp; Out of the corner of his eye of course the mirror was giving him a show, bombarded with wonderfully depraved things.&nbsp; If she was looking to have him want her, she was kicking things into high gear and making it very difficult to ignore her or what she wanted.&nbsp; Previously he had been half hard, but now, with all of her teasing he was a stiff as a board, thick and throbbing, presented to her as if it were a present just for her.&nbsp; Her hands were wonderful on his skin, something he had missed greatly since it had been quite a while since he had been with a woman. Too many jobs and so little time, this was the first, well that he could really remember.&nbsp; His body showed it too, the ache in the very center of his being, as if his body knew this already and was seeking release, along with the heaviness of that swollen sac beneath his shaft, his hands were easily guided to her shirt.<br><br>Nimble fingers removed her shirt, sliding along her skin, making sure to touch her as much as he could while he took off her bra.&nbsp; Adam looked at it as an effort to keep her focused on sex, focused on sex with him so that she wouldn't revert back to violence or&nbsp; escaping him.&nbsp; After all, they still hadn't really figured out where they were and had barely had a conversation about what they knew and what was going on and they were taking their clothes off.&nbsp; Adam didn't seem to mind though and a bit of a pleased sound came from him, a gentle grunt as she grasped the base of his cock and directed it to the space between her thighs as she moved forward.&nbsp; As if he were an archeologist that had just found the greatest ancient relic, his eyes remained on her, inspecting, admiring, cataloguing.&nbsp; Inch by inch, he brought her shirt and sports bra up and over her head, freeing her breasts and upper body for his inspection.&nbsp; Some pornographic images and videos of a thick dick cumming all over a woman's tits before it changed to one of cumming all over the soft folds of a woman before rolling into one of a cock throbbing and filling one with its seed, Adams side of the mirror seemed to be falling in life with her own thoughts.&nbsp; Listening to her words, his upper body came closer to her own, his mouth however, it found the flesh of her neck and shoulder. <br><br>It wasn't an outright hickey or bite, but it was certainly more than just a simple or gentle kiss to the sensitive flesh.&nbsp; It was as if he wanted to devour her.&nbsp; Taste her in any manner he could have her.&nbsp; With how she straddled her sex on his own, his thick cock wedged between her thighs, his words came out a bit breathless.&nbsp; “Mmmm...if you think that you and your body is built for what you're asking for, which it so far seems it is, then I'd be happy to oblige.&nbsp; However, this...”, Adam paused as his hands had thrown her shirt and bra aside had returned to her body, to her hips, and now two fingers were running on the inside of her panties, pulling them away from her body a bit, “...they're a bit in the way for what it looks like you have in mind.&nbsp; It seems as if you don't want to just have a look”.&nbsp; Adam's body had become hot against hers, responding how she had wished and hoped he would.&nbsp; In a positive manner, in a way that showed her just how much he wanted and needed her.&nbsp; However, she felt the snap of the waistband of the underwear against her hip as his fingers let it go, whispering against her collarbone.&nbsp; It seemed somehow, someway, he was showing resistance.&nbsp; Or at least some hesitation.&nbsp; Like the slightest hiccup in her perfect plan to bed him.<br><br>“If we're both to REALLY enjoy what it is you're going for here Darlin', we both have to agree now that afterwards we still have a truce and agree to talk.&nbsp; If you agree to that, I'll give you everything you want and show you anything you want...right here, right now...”.&nbsp; Knowing that she had probably never had sex, this was also a learning opportunity for her he was sure.&nbsp; One hand still lingering down by her panty covered sex, his other arm wrapped around her upper body, lifting her up a bit to bring her left breast closer to his mouth.&nbsp; It was then that his lips closed around one of her hardened nipples, no more pressure on her sex right then with the height difference after straddling his cock, it was very easy at this particular height she was at now to open herself up and engage that hard tool of his as long as he physically supported her the way he currently was with his stance and strong arm wrapped around her.<br><br>It was that arm, that was wrapped around her that dipped a bit lower, touching the waistband of her panties, giving them another snap, as if it was something he did to every woman he was close to that was wearing panties, before a large smirk crossed his lips, "...these should probably come off though, yes?&nbsp; They're a bit in the way, and they're...well a bit wet.&nbsp; They probably need to hang up to dry...".&nbsp; Adam's fingers curled into the waistband of her panties, as if he might take them off in a slow and sensuous manner, but that was far from the truth.&nbsp; It wasn't a string bikini bottom that she was wearing, but they weren't large panties in the first place, so with a very strong and sharp tug, his forearm and hand flexing against her hip the fabric gave way.&nbsp; Of course it was forceful and it would have bit into the skin of her leg briefly, but the fabric was suddenly free from her body and he was slowly sliding the cloth out from between them while she still had folds resting on the top of his thick shaft.&nbsp; The feeling of that wet fabric pulling pulled away to reveal the warmth and wetness of her sex was something he couldn't describe.&nbsp; For a moment, he wondered if she had another pair but he quickly dismissed such thoughts.&nbsp; If he had it his way, he'd have her naked all the time!
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				Title: <strong>Re: WRECKED: Second Chances (Countdown &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>07-05-2016, 19:32:47</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/_ChristinaCox_as_BillieNona.jpg)</div><br><br>BILLIE Nona might be a bio-grown AI, but she felt very human, as far as she could tell humans felt. Or, at least, she was learning what she was capable of. That he seemed genuinely concerned about his fate, not necessarily afraid, but on guard because he anticipated her invoking more violence when she was offering seduction seemed very interesting (and a little exciting) for her. While the silvery-eyed woman didn’t know what that was exactly, her programming became her instinct and she was moving in her undressing on impulse. Nona wasn’t experienced in all this so, she wasn’t quite ready to test the limits of his tension and caution while maintaining his excitement. Trying her best not to spook him, she had thought the contact she made in shoulder to his thigh would be an exciting comfort, but it seemed exciting and also unexpected. Nona hadn’t ever undressed to entice someone, nor even for the purpose of exposing herself for pleasure, so she had no idea what was normal and the internet porno’s made it all seem like there was a lot of touching around the hips and thighs, and shoulder… so what if she got the context wrong in putting it together. He might not have known, but the way he shivered made her heart skip in a little flutter. He couldn’t know she had wanted, instead, to press her lips to his skin and kiss her way up. She didn’t, not bold enough, not when he seemed so on edge about her actual intent and she hungered so deeply she was almost humming inside with energy, nevermind all that nether melting. The puling throbs of his cock, making it bigger and harder, signaled to her programmed instinct that she was at least succeeding in keeping warmed to the idea she genuinely wanted him. Just for him. As a woman wants a man. Nona was enough woman to know it.<br><br>Little moves, Billie. She learned that one from the 90’s film Contact she found online one curious night she was exploring forms of life. Ellie was close enough to Billie Nona so, she adopted the meaningful mantra and fed her hunger into little moves. A brush of contact here, another there, and a full on admission of what she wanted in the silvery sheen of her luminescent hues. She wanted him. Hungered for him. No leg swipes, no throat jabs, just feminine desire and a promise to fulfill it. Nona knew she was equipped, she thought she knew how it worked, and she needed him to be willing. Without experience in this department, she had no idea what the look she gave him could do to him, or how it would rush the blood to his cock and raise it full staff. He seemed to accept her offering, to fully indulge in her strange seduction, and when she implored him for assistance with the rest, guiding his hands to the hem, he seemed happy to oblige. Nona still couldn’t get over how handsome he was, how looking at him heated her up and made some warm, strange invisible light fill up inside of her like a light-house that shined only on him, calling her to him like a reverse siren. Apparently Nona’s metaphorical lighthouse is also a boat, but no one ever said her logical reasoning was perfect. She had her sense logical enough to be of a same mind as him, minus the motives. Nona just wanted to know what her feelings were about, why she wanted him inside her, to touch him and be pressed naked against him as he filled her up. (because she was programmed to want it of her programmer, but she killed him before he triggered it and this guy happened to bump into her just right, and have the perfect face for melting her circuits. It had started then, but she hadn’t known it, but it rode with them to this strange Island and compounded with the way he’d pounced , downed and pinned her to the sand. ) The anomaly fed it, and she was done in, wanting him with a feverish need she was barely holding back as he helped her from her shirt, and caressed her skin on the way up. His hands were worth being groped by, as he also took off her bra, and she made use of her free’d arms and his momentary distraction in discarding it, to grab a handful of his cock and feed it between her legs. The sound he made was worth it, as much as the sensation.<br><br>Her side of the mirror was full of him, very few other reference images as she was so hungry for him, it was his exposed body and her hands on it, or her tits, or her legs wrapped around him that the mirror displayed. Cut in with live-feed of what she was looking at of him, mostly his beautiful eyes and heart-breaking face, tracing his lips, exploring his jaw, and imagining running her fingers through his hair. Sometimes, in a near white-static moment, it displayed an explosion of tiny colors dancing around like fireflies in such number; the entire side of the mirror was full of them. It was a simple expression of her explosive desire. The couple in the pool moved up to one of the oversized and cushioned lounge chairs by the pool, the man carrying her, though Nona didn’t know it was because she was blind and it was simply easier. She also had no idea the land, and being so near the relative forest of the area would bring out their beasts, or that they even had beasts. Too, she wasn’t even looking at them anymore, she just wanted Adam. The man who wanted to drag her back to the company, she was his bounty. It didn’t seem to matter to the hunger anomaly and she was too taken by it and her own curiosity to stop now to consider where they were, why, or who they might be sharing the Island with- if any of it was even real to begin with… She was starving. Ravenous. The only thing stopping her from simply lunging at him, pinning him down, and raping him was her programming, which made her want to seduce him instead, even if she didn’t quite know that’s what she was doing. Involving him in her undress. That she had his cock between her thighs, pressed into her wet panties and melting nethers, that was pure selfishness and a slip of control to ease into it. Nona just flat wanted him, right now. So, she told him so.<br><br>Nona had no idea it would have such an impact on him, but she felt the excitement explode inside her when he stepped into her, pressing her naked breasts against his chest as his cock slid a little deeper between her thighs under her wet-panty shower. Her thighs tightened around his shaft, as her hands grasped his sides, abandoning his cock to feel his body as he moved against her and leaned down for her neck. A momentary array of reference images flashed through her mind at her prompting, a variety of neck kisses in her own kind of warning to herself, he wasn’t attacking her, this was how the dance went! And she let him, with just a moments tense hesitation of her own this time. How quickly it melted when his lips kissed her skin. The soft warmth of his mouth on her neck, his cheeks caressing her collarbone and earlobe, making her shiver and her knees weaken into brushing her legs against his, mashing the soft hills of her breasts into plateaus against his chest, while her hands raced up to his ribs as if his musculature and bone structure would support her for a moment while she…apparently…had a partial re-boot. Her breath caught and then shuddered against his hair as she turned her cheek toward his, rolling her shoulder up as if to capture him there, and the softest sound of unexpected pleasure and uncertainty escaped her. Still, she should have expected there was more, and the feel of his hands returning to her body to remove her panties was surprising only because he only pulled the waistband from her hot skin and breathed his words against her, causing her to shiver and take in a shallow, skipping breath.&nbsp; Nona hadn’t know so much of her was so sensitive, but it felt good to be embraced in his arms, leaning into his body, feeling his cock throbbing under the wanton lips of her pussy. Machine or not, she was real and she was all female.<br><br>The snap he made to the waistband against her skin make her jolt and gasp against him, fingers biting into his skin and sliding back down toward his hips as if she might help him. But he wasn’t finished, and his next string of sentences reminded her they were enemies. He was hunting her. She was his bounty. Not programmed to lie, she didn’t even consider it, so, she had to actually consider if she could keep the truce, except all she could think about was him- as was apparent with her memories of running into him, being pinned beneath him, and this, here and now played on the mirror in response.&nbsp; Truce. Just don’t kill him. Talk. Talking is easy. Done. But all she could manage was a moan, a wanton moan that might have been an agreement to the terms, if the rolling of her hips to keep his cock sliding back and forth between her thighs and against her wet panties wasn’t YES PLEASE enough.&nbsp; Before she could attempt a more specific verbal answer, Adam changed the stakes and hoisted her up to feed her breast to his mouth. One of her hands braced over his arm as if she were not certain he could hold her- though truth be told, she was lighter even than she looked, but solid and it might have seemed strange at first, for her to feel so fragile when she very clearly was not. All Nona felt was pleasure, and unexpected sensations that nearly brought her to climax right then and there, with her panties in his hand, her body held up by him, holding his cock between her thighs and her nipple assaulted by his tongue, teeth, and lips. The female machine’s head rolled back as her other hand snaked up to his neck and the back of his head so she could feel his hair between her fingers as she held onto him and the sensation he provided for only a moment before he stopped just to tease her again. His every breath made her wet, the rumble in his words made her tight, and his hands snapping that damned waistband made her buck against him to punctuate her sensitivity. At this point, he had made it normal, a kind of warning warm-up to the big-finale where he simply ripped the undergarment off of her body. It surprised her, the force of it shaking her body and pulling her head up to look at him with those intense, but heady silver eyes. Nona had enough of his mouth spouting his smirky words, mostly because the violence of his removal of her panties made her get a rush of adrenaline which spiked her hunger and pushed her overboard into both hands abandoning their perspective posts to join on either side of his jaw while he held her, force him to look at her to see her answer, before she leaned to his lips as much as pulled his lips toward hers while she could feel the naked heat, and pulsing skin of his engorged member resting so gently against her dripping hot cunt. <br><br>It was not as if she had any experience in kissing, but her lips wanted to touch his, she wanted to feel his mouth on hers the way she had felt it on the warm softness of her neck, and she wanted it now so she dove right in. All passion and intuitive programming, driven to want to drive him into wanting her, to seduce him into fucking her and filling her with his seed; the programmers desire written into hers and she didn’t know the difference. It felt like instinct, a primal need, and that’s what he wanted it to be. She’s lucky she killed him first, he would have truly warped her sense of humanity. His little sex bot. Asshole. Some part of her was figuring that out as she figured out the codeing, but the Island didn’t seem to care that she was a synthetic human, an AI in a lab-grown body, the anomaly fed into her hunger and made her hungrier, and her lips and tongue were filled with the same passion her hips never stopped riding against him. Naked as he was, her legs took the liberty of wrapping around him, holding herself as much as he was, by gripping his hips and sliding the wet curve of her pussy to the pillows of her ass against the veiny hot pole she wanted very much inside her. When the person who programmed you wants to be dominant but cannot actually overpower you, or even hold you up as Adam was holding Nona now, he makes up for it by making her excruciatingly wanton. The Island just found that, and made it more intense for her. So, without a command, as much as she wanted him, she couldn’t seem to make herself just grab his cock and put it inside her. So, even if she had wanted to rape him, she’d have been in a limbo of need that could be satisfied only in other ways until he desired to enter her. It was torture. Nona was moaning tightly in need, her hips grinding and her lips trying to drink from his. He would never have another woman like her in his arms, and whether she was his bounty or not, whether she meant to keep their truce, or talks or not… could he really walk away from her? She was a machine, but a very woman machine, and she was dripping from her cunt for him. <br><br>
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