While the World Burns (Mercurial & xiaomei)
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				Title: <strong>While the World Burns (Mercurial &amp; xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 20:14:56</strong>
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				All the disaster response plans, all the containment strategies - all of them assumed the victims would be dying, weak, lying in hospital beds waiting for life-saving drugs or death's release. And they were all wrong.<br><br>The sick, the dying, they became restless, violent, frantic as the virus tore through their internal organs. At first, the poor countries hit hardest began executing the infected, to keep it contained. The wealthier nations howled in distress at the humanitarian disaster - and then howled in rage as waves of refugees, infected and otherwise, poured across their borders. Words became bullets, rage was lost to the sound of artillery fire, and the world tore itself apart. <br><br>At one point, a commentator noted that more people died of AIDS every year than had ever been infected. At that point, it didn't seem to matter...<br><br>---<br><br>A faint brown cloud of dust was being kicked up by the passage of vehicles across the Great Plains of what was once the United States of America. A cloud like that was always cause for alarm. It had been months since raiders, or little militias with delusions of grandeur about restoring the government had tried to hit the settlement. Still, men and women armed with whatever firearms they could find lined the walls.<br><br>The vehicles were not raiders, or soldiers. As the convoy approached, it became clear. Civilian cars, a school bus armored up with aluminum siding torn from suburban houses all trundled in a slow path toward the town, coming to a stop well in advance of the gates. A man hops out of the cabin of the school bus, approaching with his hands held in the air...<br><br>---<br><br>A runner comes crashing into what passes for a command post, his breathing heavy. "Boss? Convoy of civilians, asking for you. They say they're looking for some place to stay..."<br><br>---<br><br>In the back of the school bus, a young woman shifts her weight slightly. The chain that runs from her neck to wrap around the hard, welded legs of one of the benches rattles against the floor. She peers out of a crack in the aluminum armor, through a dirty window, drawing her knees up to her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: While the World Burns (Mercurial &amp; xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 03:00:58</strong>
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				Refugees begin streaming from the cars and the bus, the presence of armed men, and his commanding tone soon getting the crowd into something resembling order. They begin sorting themselves out, forming two roughly equal groups of adults, perhaps a few more women than men, and a small handful of children. The past few years had been hard on the young, sickness - not the infection, but the ordinary ailments of childhood rendered serious by a lack of medicine and good food, war and simple danger claiming many. A few people stand apart where he gestured those with specialized skills to go.<br><br>His men begin sorting through the convoy's belongings, whether checking for danger or useful goods to loot off them remains unclear. There is little enough - some food, sentimental items, a limited supply of working weapons. A working water purifier. That's when he hears a shout from one of his men in the back of the bus. "Boss!"<br><br>The man emerges, looking frankly puzzled, and nods to the back. "Need to see this."<br><br>When Aaron works his way to the back, he finds what caused the man to come get him. In the very back row of seats - a single long bench - is a young woman, barely out of her teens if at all - chained rather crudely to the seats. She's dressed in nothing but her underwear, the blue lace bra and underwear showing considerable wear and tear, huddled in the corner, her eyes wide with fear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: While the World Burns (Mercurial &amp; xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:34:28</strong>
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				"Jenna." She says a single word then falls quiet again, her expression terrified, even as his man unchains her and drapes the over-large shirt over her thin frame. His eyes linger a bit over-long on the half-naked girl.<br><br>The leader of the convoy walks onboard as his people are slowly shuffled inside, his expression going to the girl. "Oh."<br><br>When pressed for an answer, he shrugs. "Folks have needs, even on the road. Caught the girl trying to steal food and water when we stopped outside of Omaha. Said she'd do anything for us not to shoot her in the chest then and there. Lead folks - those of us in the bus - see she's put to good use, and pass her 'round the camp when we stop."<br><br>His instinct, about her being the convoy's fuck toy, seems correct. Although it appears the limits of their imagination is a leash and serial rape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: While the World Burns (Mercurial &amp; xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 17:40:02</strong>
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				She looks up at him quietly, looking absurd in the oversized shirt - big enough that it made it look like she had nothing on underneath. She stayed near him, as much out of fear for the other convoy members as for the firm hand on her shoulder. As they enter the compound and he turns to address her, she nods quietly. She seems to think for a moment before she speaks, her voice quiet, with a slightly harsh quality he hadn't noticed before - when was the last time she had more than a sip of water to drink?<br><br>"What did you mean by saying I'm yours?" She bites her lower lip, a remarkably girlish gesture. "Y...you aren't going to let me go, are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: While the World Burns (Mercurial &amp; xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 19:20:43</strong>
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				He can feel the girl flinch as the gates close and lock behind them, and as they walk through the garden, her gaze drops to the ground at their feet, showing little surprise or desire at the fields filled with crops - and for many, a sign of hope. Instead she just walks numbly forward, pulling the oversized shirt a little more tightly around herself as she is watched by the inhabitants of the small settlement.<br><br>"I..." looking into her eyes, he can see tears brimming in them, but she shakes her head softly to herself and lowers her gaze again. "Of course." It is a minute or so before she speaks again, her voice near a whisper. "I won't be shared?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: While the World Burns (Mercurial &amp; xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 18:56:46</strong>
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				Following him inside, avoiding the gaze of the curious onlookers. She has a feeling, in days to come that the sight of...whatever she is now...will become more common, and less of a curiosity. He seems hard enough to ignore her tears, and to choose almost without taking time to consider it whether or not he would free her. Something seems to go out of her eyes, and she slips into the house, looking around the barren rooms. <br><br>"A week or so ago. In a stream." She shudders softly, the memory clearly not an entirely pleasant one. Following his intentions, she goes to the corner with the drain, undressing quietly. She seems not at all bothered by undressing in a relatively strange man's presence - that kind of shyness likely driven out of her some time ago. The small pile of clothing - loaned shirt, bra and panties - collects on the floor as she kneels, washing herself with a cloth and sponge. <br><br>"W...what have you claimed me as? A wife? Slave? Whore?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 19:37:22</strong>
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				"Thank you." is her only response as he sets the towel and shirt near her, her head bowed. She is being careful with the water, her smooth skin now considerably cleaner, keeping her gaze away from him.<br><br>"I can read and write, yes. I was in school when...it happened." She keeps scrubbing, parting her legs slightly to reach parts yet untouched by the sponge. <br><br>When she next speaks, her voice is a little harder, a little more firm. "I'm not a thief. I understand that I'm yours, and I...I won't fight. But please don't call me that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: While the World Burns (Mercurial &amp; xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 22:19:15</strong>
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				She smiles slightly as he gives voice to some of his intentions. At least his definition of "earning her keep" involved slightly less rape in the back of a converted school bus. She nods, finishing washing.<br><br>"If you wish Sir, I could do that."<br><br>She still bristles at the notion that she was ever a thief, but decides that now is not the time, and he is not the person, to have that argument with. She rises, her eyes straying to the clothing for a moment, but his command didn't feel like one that would necessarily wait. Instead she goes to him, standing a few steps back from where he sits watching her, one arm over her breasts, the other shielding between her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: While the World Burns (Mercurial &amp; xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 05:21:18</strong>
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				She nods as he details other duties he has in mind for her - nothing to onerous after what she has been through - eying him curiously. She can see his agitation, his conflict about her - as far as she can tell, there is no slavery in the camp - at least none beyond her.<br><br>Pondering his question for the moment, she lets a small smile escape her lips. She goes closer to him, almost at his feet, and kneels again, as no chair has been provided for her. Her legs carefully shut, one arm still over her breasts, she answers quietly.<br><br>"That is two questions Sir, with potentially different answers." She lowers her head slightly. "I won't try to kill you. I wasn't a thief and I'm not a murderer. Besides, by now the story of who I am has well circulated in your camp. If I cut your throat, I doubt I would get anything better than returned to being..." she falls quiet.<br><br>"And yes, I fear you. You seem kind enough - the worst you have done is watched me bathe - but as you've said I am yours to do with as you please. Should I not fear the man who can withdraw his word that I will not be shared on a whim? Or a man who has the freedom to do whatever he wishes and whose tastes I do not yet know? Perhaps you fancy your women bruised and sobbing, for example..." realizing she may be pressing too far, she falls quiet.<br><br>"But I know my place, and fear or not, I will stay in it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: While the World Burns (Mercurial &amp; xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 06:10:54</strong>
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				She looks down. "I was trying to sneak into the caravan, to stow away. I had come to them earlier in the day, asked them if they had any water to spare..."<br><br>She shakes her head. "It doesn't matter. They're not dishonorable. Cruel, to someone vulnerable, who felt like an outsider, but to their own..." She falls quiet again. She winces a bit at the pointed look, and lowers her head, fearing she's upset or angered him.<br><br>"I understand what you're doing...it doesn't mean I'm not afraid, but I understand. I told you I wouldn't fight and that's true." Looking up at him, she holds the shirt over herself rather than put it on, a frankly curious expression on her face.<br><br>"What am I to call you? And since you've told me repeatedly that I am yours to do with as you wish, w...will you be having your way with me as well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: While the World Burns (Mercurial &amp; xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 22:00:38</strong>
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				She nods, rising and quietly dressing, slipping the clean shirt on while she talks.<br><br>"I was hungry - I hadn't had a drink of water in two days." She looks down. "So I slipped into the back of one of the vans and hid. I had some water of theirs - but that doesn't mean I'm a thief. And I thought when they caught me, the worst they'd do is leave me at the side of the road. Not, you know..."<br><br>She shrugs softly, looking down. "Forgive me Sir, but can we talk about something else? I've...come to terms with my life, and digging up old wounds..." She looks up, smiling timidly at him and turning around in the cloths. "To your liking?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: While the World Burns (Mercurial &amp; xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 19:59:12</strong>
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				"Yes Sir." <br><br>She stays quiet, looking around the room, her expression curious, slightly less timid than it was earlier, when it was unclear what exactly he had in mind for her.<br><br>"W...where will I sleep Sir?" She knew his name but somehow it didn't feel right, calling him that. There was something about him - the fact that he ran this place, that he had claimed her...she wasn't quite sure what it was, but there was something that prevented her from feeling like "Aaron" was appropriate.<br><br>
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