After the Fall (Criptika and grovercjuk)
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				Title: <strong>After the Fall (Criptika and grovercjuk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Criptika</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 00:34:04</strong>
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				Ooc: I know in my thread I said I was going to have her hunting, but as I've found more and more people to roleplay with, having that scenario in every RP is going to get confusing, fast. Lol. This is a little different.<br><br>The night was waning fast, and still Bethany could not sleep. Nestled within the bows of a giant oak, and safe from predators and strangers alike, she knew she shouldn't have trouble resting. However, the unusual silence of the night was gnawing at her mind like a dog with a bone. Groaning, she sat up in her leaf and moss bed and stretched. A low caw drew her attention upward. "Can't sleep either?" She asked her familiar, a great black crow. He cocked an eye at her and flapped his wings, getting resettled upon the branch. Morris was her closest friend these days and his presence was a great comfort to her.<br><br>Running her fingers through her thick hair, she sighed. It was getting tangled again. A good dip in the Chicago river, flowing relatively clean for the first time in centuries from the immense amount of rain across the ruined city, would make her feel much better. Sliding across the branch, she positioned herself to best get down the tree when suddenly the wind picked up. Thunder rumbled in the distance. "Oh, wonderful." More rain was coming. Morris cawed again and flew deeper into the branches of the tree to hide from the storm. Bethany watched him for a moment, she then grabbed her pack, made sure her weapons were at her hip, and shimmied down the tree. <br><br>Getting to the ground, she peered into the gloom and made her way towards the river. "I'm going to get wet anyway." She muttered as the first drops began to fall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Fall (Criptika and grovercjuk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 22:02:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Saxon glanced out of the ruined window as the rain began and then put on another piece of chair onto the small fire he had going. He supposed once this house by the river had commanded big money. But now it was home to animals and wanders like him self.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He picked up the pistol and began to strip it, cleaning off the blood of the former owner. Just a kid really, jumping out and demanding that Saxon gave him everything. Stupid kid really he had been making enough noise stalking Saxon so the ambush had been no ambush at all.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe he had thought that with Saxon having his&nbsp; rifle slung over his shoulder and his right hand in his long coat pocket that now was a good time. But there was no pocket on the right hand side, Saxon had removed it long ago. Instead his hand was holding a sawn off shotgun and it was no effort at all to flick it up and fire.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hurt your waists like buggery of course, but that was nothing to what the kid had felt when the shot had slammed into him ending his life in a spray of blood and matter. All the kid had of value had been this pistol and once it was cleaned up it would make a reasonable trade item.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He checked the can hanging over the fire, the coffee was warming nicely and it would warm him up on this chilly night.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Fall (Criptika and grovercjuk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Criptika</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 04:28:20</strong>
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				The rain began to fall hard, fast, and Bethany turned her face up to the sky. It felt good, the cool drops kissing her skin. Rushing water heralded her approach to the river. Peering through the sheet of rain, Bethany looked for a relatively dry place to stash her already damp pack while she bathed. Seeing a tree with branches growing low on its trunk, she placed it in the nook of one and began to undress, the raindrops a steady pitter-patter on the leaves above her. Laying her near sodden clothes upon the branch as well, she turned around, padding towards the water. <br>The rain ran in rivulets down her naked body and she shivered slightly as the wind licked across the wet flesh. Placing a toe in the river to test it, she found it not unpleasant and began to wade in. Her attention on the water, she didn't notice the light in the window of a building not far away...
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Fall (Criptika and grovercjuk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:11:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Saxon sipped at the coffee as he watched the rain through the cracked window. Might as well call it a night and get an early start in the morning. Putting down the coffee he picked up the night vision binoculars and stepped outside away from the light of the fire. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Activating them he did a sweep of the area finding nothing until he swept the river. There in the green light he could see a figure wading into the river and washing her self. He could not make out more detail until she turned and then by the outline he could see it was a woman. By habit he tore his eyes away from the naked woman and swept the area, did she have friends?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It seemed not but it was probably a good idea to check it out before he went to sleep. Picking up his weapons he moved out of the house and into the woods. Slowly and carefully he moved through them guided by the green light. She was still washing herself when he reached the bank where she had entered the water.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There he could see clothing hanging on a branch and he leaned against the trunk. One place she was bound to come to.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Fall (Criptika and grovercjuk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Criptika</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 00:55:34</strong>
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				Submerging, Bethany let the river waters wash away the soap she used to cleanse herself, diving low beneath the surface. <em>"Be wary. Someone is here."</em> The voice echoed through her mind, a warning. Morris, her familiar was alerting her of company. Coming up near the opposite bank, she turned. Rubbing the water from her eyes, she blinked rapidly. A shadow, distinctly human shaped, was leaning against the tree where she'd placed her things. Brows knotting in anger, she swam quickly to the shore. Standing, her feet gripping the bottom securely against the current, Bethany lowered herself to a defensive stance and crept forth. Weaponless and naked, she cursed her own folly. <br><br>"Back off from that tree." she said loudly, the tone of her voice leaving no room for argument. Suddenly very much aware of her nudity as the wind and rain slithered across her wet skin, she shivered. Adrenaline ran up and down her spine, her hands clenching into fists. Stopping a few yards from whom she assumed was a man, she stared at him. Though her long, sodden hair had partially covered her bare chest, and the majority of her was in shadow, she was still a naked woman. <br><br>Suddenly, a loud caw sounded from the bough of the tree and Morris's great dark form swooped down, grasping in his claws her sheathed dagger. He flew over Bethany and dropped it at her feet. Quickly, she snatched it up, drawing the slender blade from its scabbard. <em>"You could've brought me my clothes."</em> She spoke to Morris, who merely laughed. <em>"At least you are armed, my friend."</em> Bethany snorted, tightening her grip on the blade and spoke again to the figure. "Show yourself."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Fall (Criptika and grovercjuk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 23:05:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He watched her as she came out of the water, the green light of the night vision did not give great detail but enough to be interesting.&nbsp; He smiled, as she demanded that he moved away from the tree and there was laughter in his voice, “You mean move anyway from your clothes.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sudden appearance of the bird dropping a dagger was something of a surprise. But the dagger made little difference considering the weaponry he was packing. He smiled even though she could not see it; in fact he was probably little more than a large shadow.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He pointed with his arm, “I have a fire and a hot drink over there in that ruined house, you are welcome to join me.”<br>His voice and behaviour indicated that he considered that he was capable of dealing with any threat she offered. “I will leave you to get dressed.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He moved off to the side, giving her plenty of room as to not spook her. Once a distance away he moved rapidly back to his camp stoked up the fire and put coffee on. Then he sat with his back to a wall and waited.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Fall (Criptika and grovercjuk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Criptika</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:30:57</strong>
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				Having not expected the man to give her no trouble, she straightened. Thought surprised, she was still suspicious. Rarely in these times did you meet strangers that didn't hold some kind of ulterior motive, whether be to steal from you, take advantage of you, or kill you. His friendly invitation was strange to say the least. She watched him move away towards the building she now saw had a faint glow emanating from one of the windows. Morris flew lazily overhead, a darker black shadow against the sky. <br><br>Moving towards her things, she quickly pulled on her clothes. She sheathed her dagger and strapped it to her hip. <em>"Take the invitation, Beth, but be weary."</em> The bird's voice echoed in her mind. Snorting, she laced up her boots and then stood, arms crossed, staring up at the window. She could accept. Friends were hard to come by... but she did not survive this long being careless. However... the thought of coffee piqued her interest. It had been a while since she'd enjoyed a hot, stimulating cup. "Hmmm." She weighed her options. If he was armed, and had a plan against her, she could be in trouble, but if he were genuine, she wouldn't mind a bit of company... Decisions, decisions. <br><br>"Morris, I want you to accompany me. Keep at eye on him at all times." she said aloud to the familiar. He croaked in acquiescence, continuing his slow circle above her head. Bethany slung her pack over her shoulder and began to head towards the building. A little risk never hurt anyone... well, not <em>always</em>.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Fall (Criptika and grovercjuk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 22:29:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Saxon made his stance not threatening although that was made somewhat difficult by his natural build. 6 feet 4 inches built like a linebacker and dressed in combat gear he looked dangerous at the best of times. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He would not be surprised if she did not come, women had learnt early on to be careful as since the fall rape and sexual slavery had become commonplace. Although he had never indulged in either he knew people that had.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He lifted the mug to his mouth and took a drink of coffee as he noticed that she was making her way over. The bird seemed to be accompanying her and he wondered about that? Maybe he would ask her once they had got over the initial contact.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Coffee is ready, there is a mug over there if you don’t have one. My name is Saxon by the way.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Fall (Criptika and grovercjuk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Criptika</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 03:53:25</strong>
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				She peered at him with more curiosity than aggression. "It's not common to find someone friendly these days." she said, not yet offering up her name, moving towards the coffee mug. Morris had been sitting on her shoulder when she entered the building. Now he was perched on the windowsill, watching Saxon intently. <br>Bethany looked at him, then at Saxon, and couldn't help but grin a bit. "I suppose you're wondering about the bird." she said, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "He's my familiar. An animal bound to me, our souls linked." She took a sip and felt the warm caress her insides as she swallowed. The rain had cooled the air, and the damp breeze from the window slid over her skin. Goosebumps rose on her arms and she took another sip of coffee. "This is good." she said quietly, looking at Saxon.<br>Relaxing, she set the mug on a table nearby. "I'm Bethany." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Fall (Criptika and grovercjuk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 22:29:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“These are hard times.” Saxon replied in agreement as he watched her and the bird.&nbsp; “I had been wondering.” Saxon studied the bird intently and then turned his attention back to the woman.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He sipped his coffee again as she said her name, maybe she was starting to relax a tad. Weird deal with the bird but then again he has seen some strange things since the fall. Putting the cup down Saxon dug into his backpack and produced two chocolate bars and tossed one over.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Coffee and chocolate two of my vices.” He opened the bar and broke off two pieces putting them in his mouth and chewing slowly. “If you are local maybe you could help me out, I am looking for the meet I think it is called.”<br>
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