megatrash

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

The mention of his wet clothing made her suddenly aware of hers, but she wasn’t about to strip down in the cold. No, she would have to figure something else out. After he had removed his shirt, her eyebrows raised as she examined the man before her. He was fit, which wasn’t uncommon these days; most did not have the luxury of indulging in large amounts of food. Scarred as well, an obvious sign of those who leave their bands quite frequently – whether for business or pleasure. But her eyes shot back down to the ground as he began to answer her question.

“Ah, the Bible thumpers,” she nodded as he explained Omega to her, and as he finished, a smirk took over her face as her gaze landed on him once again. “Well, I work hard. I dunno about all of the religious shit though. I don’t really know what to believe in anymore,” she added, trailing off as her eyes scanned the room. After standing up, she made her way to a metal set of cabinets in the opposite corner and she crouched down to look through them. “Aha!” she nearly whispered as she took out a folded fire blanket. It wouldn’t necessarily be comfortable, but it would be much better than her dripping jeans and t shirt. She laid back down on the cot and covered herself with the blanket while she struggled to remove the jeans and shirt, ultimately flinging them a few feet. She did her best to wrap herself, only the straps from her sports bra wrapped around her shoulders showing. Her shivering subsided, and her attention was given back to Justin as he asked her about Maryland.

“It was beautiful,” she spoke quietly, blinking slowly as fatigue was creeping up on her. “We were by the the Chesapeake. Lots of water. Lots of green. We were small, only a few hundred. People came and went back in the day, but a year ago they put a strict ban on letting people in or out. An incident happened with a woman out in the woods and they got all spooked.” She cleared her sore throat before continuing. “Men were in control, of course. Most didn’t like me because I wasn’t docile. I enjoyed training and fighting, they’d even let me go out on hunts before they put out the ban. Bastards.” Her voice had risen a little with the last word, but she chuckled soon after. “They never let me hold the guns though, so thanks,” she smirked. “We weren’t really religious. The older ones, of course, went on about it constantly, but the newer generation was all about survival. The man’s duty was to teach the next generation of boys how to hunt, kill, build. They basically looked at the women as breeders, the homemakers, the healers. All the boring shit,” she chuckled.

At the end of her last sentence, a large yawn erupted from the woman as she wiggled her body to a comfortable position. The fire blanket was scratchy, but she’d be an idiot for complaining. It was warm. She was warm-ish. “Thank you,” she said calmly, “for helping me. Really, I appreciate it.” She nodded to reassure what she said before closing her eyes. Sleep was beckoning to her, and she had no choice but to succumb to it. An eye popped open quickly to make sure the box was close by before she finally drifted off to sleep.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

@freedomliveson Wow that's cool!

And whatever floats your boat, and yeah I know how it is to jump the gun on wanting to add a bunch of elements to a roleplay and then going SHIT when you have to wrap everything up.

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Victor was surprised, but not disappointed, with how forward Alice was being. He began to feel what he was avoiding earlier as he returned the passion, lacing his fingers through her hair at the back of her head and pulling her towards him. For a moment, the stress he had been bearing melted away, and all he could focus on was what she was doing to him – which was currently tugging at his shirt. This made him laugh without breaking away from her. The moon glistened on her pale skin and nearly illuminated her on the dark roof, making her look even more irresistible to Victor.

He began to kiss her neck, jaws, and ears again as he grabbed at her hair lightly that he still held in his hands until he finally made his way back to her lips. Her skin was so soft, and she smelled so good, and she was so fragile and small. She was unlike any woman Vic had met in his travels. Letting her go would probably be much harder than he anticipated, but he couldn’t let his mind travel there. No. It was going to stay on her. Though, he began to feel himself getting to the point of no return. How could he not be? He had a beautiful woman all over him. She had to be feeling what he was.

Instead of pulling away to speak up, he leaned into her ear and whispered softly. “Alice,” he began, pausing for a moment before continuing to speak. “Maybe we should go back inside, yeah? You have been drinking, I…” his whisper trailed off as he kissed her again. Would he be an idiot for stopping what was happening? Again? He had never before. But she deserved his respect and honesty. He still continued to kiss her passionately though. That he wouldn’t deprive himself of just yet.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

@freedomliveson Sweet, and yeah I can't even imagine. I remember how was in school and... yeah, I can't imagine haha. What grade/subject if you don't mind me asking?

And, I am fine with it, albeit not very knowledgeable on the subject, so you'd have to kind of take the lead on introducing it into the story.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

@freedomliveson Ahhh I'm sorry for all the typos in my last post (I think I've gotten them all.) A little under the weather which I believe has me off my game a bit.

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

“Ah, yes, that does seem to be the case,” Victor grunted as he set his fork down and adjusted his position so he could face her a bit. He unabashedly ogled her for a moment before grabbing his mug and taking another hearty gulp. He was beginning to feel the effects of the rum, calming his nerves a bit, which made him feel like himself again temporarily. He had finished his dinner and found himself feeling quite adventurous, so he shot up abruptly and signaled for Alice to follow him. When she obliged, they nonchalantly made their way out of the dining room out to the back of the building. A large ladder scaled the side of the cobblestone building reaching up to the rooftop.

“Aye, you first. I shall catch you if you fall,” he said calmly as he held the base of it firmly.

Once they both reached the roof top, Vic went to the edge and sat down, feet dangling off, and he patted the ground next to him to tell her to sit with him. “I know this must be very unladylike, and I do apologize, but you must have a little fun, Miss Rohan.” He chuckled as he grabbed the bottle he put in the breast of his shirt and took a swig. He overlooked the town below them and sighed at the sight - things were so simple on Isla Imorda. Much simpler than the sea. Or the port. His mind went back to the port and he nearly winced at the thought. He knew he would have to discuss it with Alice eventually, given how heated the table had gotten.

“Alice,” he started softly, meeting her green gaze, “I know I must seem like a broken record, but I want you to know you will remain safe no matter what my crew and I decide. What I had said when I took you on board is what I will stand by, although I have not been the perfect gentleman.” This made him laugh; the things he wanted to do to Alice were certainly not gentleman-like. He sighed again and looked back out at the horizon, smelling the salty air and offering the bottle of rum to her. “You shall be home soon, love. Your father will want you back no matter what decision I make. You know that, right?”

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Victor was shaken out of an almost trance like state at Alice’s touch on his back, which made goosebumps rise on his skin. He looked over to her as she sat closely on his side, and then his eyes scanned the rest of the room to assure that no one was watching. With his focus shifted back to her, he winked and nodded to her. He couldn’t tell the men about what had happened; they would think that his final decisions on the matter at hand would be swayed by his personal feelings. He knew he couldn’t let that happen. As a Captain, he would have to make the decision that was best for the crew and for the Blackstar. Not for him or even for Alice.

Once the entire crew was seated, Victor stood up and tapped a piece of silverware on his mug. “Aye, my respected, feared, handsome men of the Blackstar. I have received news back from the Governor.”
This caused murmurs to rattle throughout the dining room.
“He gave us three options. Either we return Alice to the port but not gain our access back, a sort of forfeiture, we may meet him in battle tomorrow off the coast of Haruda with the outcome deciding our access to the port, or we run. We will obviously not choose option three – I will not have military trying to hunt us down. That would leave us with either surrendering Alice or fighting back. I would like to hear what you all think.”

The room quickly grew with the roar of loud opinions and rebuttals as the men spoke their minds.
“Give up the girl and let’s cut our losses! There are other ports to deal at!”
“Let’s blow the bloody Governor to bits!”
“The Blackstar can’t handle a battle! Give her back!”

The men were throwing around their opinions as Victor considered them all. Most of them didn’t want to fight a battle, and that Victor understood, but the thought of just forfeiting their beloved port and Alice just didn’t sit right with his pride. But maybe, just maybe, he was supposed to be the bigger person in this situation. He looked down to Alice for a moment before addressing his crew again.

“Alright, boys, alright,” he shouted over the crew to quiet them. “I will deliberate tonight and have an answer for you by first light. Now, calm down and start drinking, aye?”
“Aye!” the men yelled back, easily distracted by the alcohol being brought out by the women.
Victor plopped down in his chair and picked at the plate in front of him. He was not looking forward to the long night ahead. He took a large gulp from his mug and sighed quietly before continuing. He felt the warmth of Alice still next to him, and he fought the urges he had to grab her thigh or kiss her neck again. Instead, he took another big gulp from his mug. He did not want to think at all for the moment.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Cameron enjoyed watching Justin navigate through the twists and turns of the terrain they were running through, although she was beginning to get winded. The buildings surrounding the pair made her feel small, much too small for her liking, and as if they would collapse on her at any moment, but she couldn’t help appreciate the strange beauty of them. The village she lived in was surrounded by nature - creeks, greenery, the bay - and it was totally different than the cold, intimidating, dark, mysterious, and tall New York City. She did her best not to get too distracted by the architecture as they arrived as what she assumed was their destination. It looked abandoned and not very welcoming, but being picky about what shelter wasn’t necessary an option for the two.

She followed him into the building quietly, mimicking his movements to avoid the puddle in the lobby. Clever. Cameron marveled at their techniques to survive as they made it to a room lined with cots. The sight made her emotional – she had been sleeping on the ground for, in her opinion, too long. Her backpack fell to the ground as soon as she heard the door lock, and she rested her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. “I’m good. Haven’t ran in a while,” she chuckled. She hadn’t done anything in a while other than watching the ceiling of her room for the better part of the past year. The feeling of freedom was the only thing keeping her moving at this point, that and her strong survival instinct.

Cameron foot was used to push her backpack to a cot near his, and then she stretched her arms and back slowly before taking a seat on it. Her plan was to help him with whatever he needed, but sitting on something other than the ground felt so amazing. She rolled her neck a few times and looked over to him getting situated. “So, Lead Scout,” she began with a smirk on her face, her voice still struggling to project any louder than a quiet, hoarse tone, “what’s the plan for the evening?” She wanted to hear more about Omega, since it seemed like the only place that was going to be taking her in any time soon. Justin didn’t give off any vibrations that he would bring her any harm, so she took the holster holding her knife off her thigh and stuffed it in her bag. Her gaze returned to him. “Tell me more about your home. I’d like to know what I’m walking in to,” she smiled faintly. She maneuvered her hands in her hair until it was tied in a sort of knot on her head, keeping it out of her way, and then laid back in the cot with her arms folded behind her head. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt the fabric cradling her.

Blackgate: LordOfTheNight & megatrash

Caroline awoke abruptly from a recurring nightmare that she had been having since Keith passed.

Arguments are being spewed back and forth between Keith and Caroline. She throws some sort of dishware at his head, and it breaks on the wall behind him. He curses as her, and she returns the favor by screaming "I wish I never married you, asshole." The fighting continues until the next thing she knows, she is in bed with him in a steamy moment, and everything seems fine again. The dream continues to seem like a good one until Caroline wakes up in her bed in a cold sweat and rolls over to seek comfort from Keith, only to find his lifeless, bloody corpse laying there. She tries to scream but cold, nimble hands with long fingers wrap around her face and cover her mouth and begin to drag her into a dark corner of the room. She begins clawing at the floor and crying for him to stop, but the creature doesn't.

She popped up from the couch as she heard Thomas’s voice come from the kitchen. She was panting, and her eyes were frantically searching her surroundings until she made sense of the apartment. Okay. Okay. Okay. You’re okay. It’s okay. She was completely fed up with that dream. It usually took her hours to recover when she awoke from it, but the calming energy of the man's house made her feel a little bit at ease. She met Thomas’s eyes and looked away. She was embarrassed. Her blonde long hair was whipped in every direction and the blanket was bunched up around her. She immediately began to dig through her bag on the floor until she found a joint in the front pocket. She lit it and took a deep breath of the smoke, exhaling it slowly. She looked back over to him and chuckled. “Better than a melatonin.”

She noticed the clock on the wall. 5:00am. Jesus. “You always up this early?” she asked with a confused look. For a man who looked so tired, she couldn’t fathom why he would be drinking coffee to stay awake at this hour. Since she had been alone, Caroline was sleeping in until at least noon everyday. With no art being commissioned and no errands to run, she had become very lazy. Lazy with an excuse for it, but still lazy. Maybe after this thing left her alone, she would be able to get back to life again. She promised herself she wouldn't dance anymore, but the money seemed too good to pass up at a time like this. Plus, it didn't take any mental ability to do it.

After finishing the joint, she licked her fingers and put it out and turned her attention back to the man in the kitchen. "Mind if I have a cup? I'm not picky," she asked as she forced a smile. Caroline wondered what would happen in the day ahead of them, but instead of worrying herself or badgering him about it, she decided just to leave it up to the imagination. For now.

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Much to his dismay, Victor never slept better than when he had a woman by his side. The pull that the fairer sex had over him was daunting, making him feel weak. But it was much easier to give in to his desires than to fight him, so there he was, in a deep slumber with the warmth of Alice lulling him back to unconsciousness anytime he began to wake up. It was an especially good distraction with what was happening around them – curses, potential war, a multitude of decisions to make. Why would he attend to such matters when he could lay in bed with a beautiful woman all day?

Unfortunately though, the time did come where even Alice by his side couldn’t keep him asleep. He awoke slowly and groggily, staying in bed for a little while. She was still fast asleep on his chest, her breath light and rhythmic, and Vic did not want to wake her. She must have been exhausted; life on the sea took plenty more energy than one on land, especially the way Alice’s family lived. He slowly attempted to move his body from underneath her until he was successfully standing next to the bed. His eyes scanned her, lingering for moments on certain spots. She really was beautiful, deserving much more than she was being given. A girl like her did not belong on the sea with brutes like Vic and his crew.

He sighed as he wrapped his hair back up into a knot and made his way out of the room, eventually landing into the dining room of the inn. They had slept longer than he planned, as he noticed dinner being prepared with the women running around setting up the long wooden table. Victor searched for Madam Blue until he found her working feverishly in the kitchen preparing the food for the guests. Once he spotted her, he walked up behind her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Blue,” he whispered, “whenever you have a moment, I need some advice.”

Blue wiped her hands on the cloth that was thrown over her shoulder and nodded, using a hand to lead him out of the kitchen to the dining room. They both took a seat at the long table. “What’s wrong, boy? You look happy and sad at the same time.”
This made Victor chuckle. “Ah, yes, that is probably accurate.”
Madam Blue gave him an understanding nod. “You do not know what to do with the girl, aye?”
He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Blue always had a way of reading him like a book. “Yes, Blue. I lose her either way. She will die if I keep her out at sea with me. But, I will never see her again if I return her back to her father.” He frowned faintly as he stared at the floor in front of him.
Blue reached a hand out and rubbed his knee, trying to comfort him. “Your ability to not sympathize with the enemy has always brought you much success, Victor. But no one can remain stone cold forever. There will always be someone, in your case, a woman, who will make you second guess yourself. Your morals. What you would die for. That is natural, boy. You know in your heart she belongs on land, with her family, her society. But, this witchcraft being used against you is going to make the effects of what is happening to you tenfold. You need to get to the bottom of not only your issues with the governor, but who else could be trying to harm you.”
It was a lot of information to take in. Blue was right, of course, she always was, but that didn’t make Victor feel any better about what was to come. There was still a fog of mystery lingering, making the view of the future quite blurry.

Madam Blue kissed his forehead and excused herself from the table, leaving Victor alone, picking at his nails, while the girls bustled around him preparing the table. A few of the girls made comments or brushed his neck or shoulders, but all Vic could do was force a smile. Once all the men sat, he'd have to lay out the options and get bombarded with feedback. He sighed as he rested his head in his hands and shut his eyes.