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| Cambrysiel | May 3 2016, 10:24 PM Post #1 |
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| Teeky | May 6 2016, 07:53 PM Post #11 |
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"It isn't unlikely that something we barely know about could take longer to kill its host..." he'd say in his usual monotone voice. "Show me your arms and legs, stomach, back. But you can keep your- undergarments on." Oh boy was he a smooth talker, no wonder the ladies couldn't resist hi- I mean ran away. "I don't plan on getting hands on." The look on his face didn't change in the slightest as he spoke, and it was clear he was an all work and no fun kinda' guy. He didn't feel any large bulges, or any concealed weapons while he had carried her over here, but wasn't able to do a full check while she was out... as he had other matters to attend. Still, he had been present for some of her time sleeping, namely when he slipped her a tablet to help battle whatever infection she could've had. He wasn't so stupid as to leave her completely unsupervised while he was out, but still wished he had been present a bit more. Edited by Teeky, May 6 2016, 07:54 PM.
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| Cambrysiel | May 6 2016, 08:03 PM Post #12 |
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Arms, legs, stomach and back. Maybe she'd get away with this after all. Him, getting away, though... if he was lucky. Once the odd guy had untied her, Bethany wastes no time peeling off her camouflage jacket and tossing it onto the bed. A faded red short sleeve follows, and after that, a long white sleeve, leaving her standing in a deep green tank top. She was surprisingly toned for a girl of her size, thanks to her active lifestyle of running miles upon miles to gather supplies. Next, she unbuttons her jeans and slides them all the way down around her ankles. Her legs were long and thick, pale from a lack of sun, but the only mark present was a teeny, tiny series of circles and slashes near her hip - like she'd been lucky enough to get away from somebody's buckshot. "I don't have a bra on." Not entirely a lie, the tank top she wore had a built in one. She lifts the shirt just high enough so he can see her toned stomach and her two bottom ribs. Perhaps, if he had exceptional eyesight, he'd see the start of a faint scar on the left side... Otherwise, the only other markings worth noting were rows of pink and white tissue up either arm. A tiny tattoo was hidden below a series of scars, and from his distance, it's unable to be made out. After a quick spin to prove her back was clear, Beth drops the shirt and crosses her arms. "Convinced? Can I put my clothes back on? It's fucking freezing in here." True to her word, her legs quivered from the cold. Edited by Cambrysiel, May 6 2016, 08:04 PM.
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| Teeky | May 6 2016, 09:47 PM Post #13 |
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"Shirt, off." he'd say, shifting his stance to the left once more. His eyes didn't seem drawn to her nudity per say... but rather any markings that stood out to him. His fingers still tightly gripped the sidearm at his side, whilst he awaited for her to finish undressing. The torso was a big target... he'd like to see if anything was hid. |
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| Cambrysiel | May 6 2016, 10:20 PM Post #14 |
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She grinds her teeth together, though from the cold or something else, one couldn't know. "No." Beth shakes her head. Yanks her shirt down even further, so her underwear is covered, and crosses her arms. Then she bends down and yanks her pants back up, and with them comes the knife from her boot, the small thing concealed in her palm and wrist. She didn't want to use it, but if he came at her, she'd have to. "I showed you what you asked. I can walk, I can talk, and I'm not bleeding. Whatever I may or may not have isn't any of your business. Let me out of here; I have to get back to my people." Edited by Cambrysiel, May 6 2016, 10:40 PM.
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| Teeky | May 6 2016, 10:55 PM Post #15 |
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"We do this my way. My place. My supplies you used. And I'm the one with the gun." he'd say... though his voice didn't make it as intimidating as it could've been. Accompanying these words is his right arm raising up towards her center mass. He men't business.... and by business- forcing young girls to strip before him. It's not what you think... |
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| Cambrysiel | May 7 2016, 10:38 AM Post #16 |
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The gun, now aimed at her abdomen, did not make Bethany falter. How many times had she had a weapon pointed at her? Too many. Still... If she stripped, it's likely he'd shoot her anyways. Her secret was one left unhidden, boldly stamped between her eighth and ninth rib on the left side. A story of her imminent ability to survive. "Drop the ladder!" The sound of a nearing horde had grown louder as Bethany returned to the apartment building she and her boyfriend had holed up in. After a rickity descent, the ladder smashes into the ground and she begins to climb it - but something snaps, and the ladder falls, leaving Beth to roll across the ground in pain. The horde is louder now, they want to f e a s t, and Bethany is in a very compromising position. "Beth!" yells Elliot. "Just - just hold on!" He begins running down the interior stairs of the apartment building. It's too late - the dead are upon her. "Fuck. Fuck." Beth grumbles, more to herself than to the man. "Are you even going to tell me your name?" If he was going to kill her, didn't she deserve at least that? Beth rips her shirt off in one fluid motion, tossing it to the side. There it was. A brand of just how hard Bethany was fighting to stay alive, just poking out from below left breast (which are now bare, she had warned him of her lack of undergarment, after all). "Beth - " Elliot falls out into the street some minutes later. The horde had moved on, and Beth was facing the alleyway they'd disappeared down, after a louder survivor wearing an urban-camo suit. Beth turns around. Oh, god. There's blood everywhere. All down the front of her shirt, below her hand that's cupped round her left side. "Beth, baby?" Her face was that of someone who'd seen the end. "There it is. Right there." The martyr's voice cracks. "Now you know. So go on, shoot me. Get it over with." |
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| Teeky | May 7 2016, 02:46 PM Post #17 |
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The man didn't respond to her question just yet as her shirt was tossed aside... and then his eyes widened. His eyesight was drawn to the obvious marking that clung to her torso, that spoke to him more than anything else. He took a step back, confused by it- intrigued... angry. He did his best to hide his emotions, and his fingers gripped the gun a bit tighter, causing his knuckles to turn white as he stared at her. Even if he wanted to shoot her, he wouldn't and couldn't, seeing as the noise would attract some unwelcome visitors, and give him about a sixty second window to skidaddle. The only movements he would preform, are his right foot gently sliding forward as he continued observing the wound. It had obviously been there for over a week, seeing as how the wound had begun the process of healing... yet it was still stained by the infection. Did she have natural anti bodies that quarantined it? Isolated- then killed it? Or was he just being fooled by petty hopes and dreams. What if it was still spreading... it just took longer in her... what if she was a carrier? So many theories, so little time. Not even he noticed his weapon lowering slightly, now aimed at the woman's knees, but it happened. "How long ago..." Edited by Teeky, May 7 2016, 02:46 PM.
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| Cambrysiel | May 7 2016, 03:38 PM Post #18 |
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"A month, maybe more." "Beth..." Elliot began pacing towards Bethany, his knuckles tight around his gun. "Don't - don't come over here. Get away." "You don't believe me, do you? Nobody lives that long with the infection." Beth quickly redresses herself, keeping the knife tucked into her palm and against her wrist, out of sight. "I mean - look at it!" She raises her shirt again, exposing the wound, and paces closer. Her voice has cracked again, and it sounded like she might cry. "Look at it! It's real! It's fucking real!" |
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| Teeky | May 7 2016, 03:43 PM Post #19 |
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His eyes broke away from the afflicted area as she stepped closer, and raised her voice, breaking him out of his own daydream. He'd check the distance between them, and begin putting some more distance between them once again. She was a stranger, someone he didn't know in this dog eat dog world... he couldn't let his guard down at all. He was at a loss for words, but still kept the gun aimed at the ground between them, pondering what to do or say. "Lower your voice... and keep your distance." the man cautioned. Edited by Teeky, May 7 2016, 03:43 PM.
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| Cambrysiel | May 7 2016, 03:51 PM Post #20 |
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"I'm - " She shakes her head and swivels, walking back to the bed and plopping down. When she buries her face in her hands, a curtain of hair falls and separates the two. "I'm sorry, I just - " She looks over at him, examining how he was stood and his too-big clothing and his gun. Mostly his gun. Her eyes are red and swollen, small tears rolling down either cheek. "I just don't know what to do. I was being chased, and I - " Her head shakes from side to side. "I don't know what to do." It seemed like the girl had been avoiding the situation as a whole. Avoiding her predicament, and what it meant for her. And now everything had come crashing down, and she was just... lost. In need of a friend. |
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