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Feeling her nudge his hand back up to his mouth, Daniel took the offered bite into his mouth and chewed it around a little savoring each bite before swallowing it. "That was nice", he said, smiling at Rita, "and for once, it actually tastes like chicken," he added, still looking over at her. He had to admit it, the girl was definitely attractive looking; after a moment, he decided to see if he could a step further, see what happened.
Taking a few seconds to mix up a drink packet of hazelnut cocoa that came with the MRE he was going through, Daniel shook it up a few times to mix up the cocoa and water, then offered it to her. "You like hazelnut cocoa?" he asked, starting to feel, for the first time in a long time, genuinely attractive towards someone...he just hoped he didn't blow it with his drink offer right then and there.
Risa continued to eat her noodles when she heard Daniel's question about having a drink, a hazelnut cocoa drink at that. She grinned and lightly took it from his larger hand and brought it to her lips to sip some of it, before handing it to him, not bothering to clean the little stache as she above her upper lip...apparently in some vain hope that maybe the big lug was bold enough to clean it up off of her, but she just non-verbally answered his question, and gave him yet another cause of indirect kiss...once again focusing entirely on him to see how he took the whole thing. She was usually a loner, never meddling in other peoples' affairs unless they included her somehow, but she did find being around Daniel quite...nice. Exciting, even.
Watching her as she drank from the drink mix, Daniel started to think of Rita as someone he could get to know better as time went on, perhaps even as a lover at some point...and when that thought entered his mind, he had to imperceptibly shift how he was sitting lest' she catch sight of his thoughts. Glancing over at her, he knew there'd be one way to know if the thoughts he was having about her were real or if they were merely some delusion or something.
After glancing over at the others, and seeing that (a) the other Scavengers were still engrossed in their various activities and (b) that there was a little bit of machinery blocking their direct view of both him and Rita, Daniel leaned over, not wanting to crowd her personal space too much...and lightly, almost in a ghost-like motion, kissed her, using his tongue to clean off the hazelnut cocoa from her upper lip. Knowing he was about to go nuts with desire for her, he whispered in an almost ghostly voice, so quiet that he knew no one but her would hear him, "There's an office about fifty yards down the tunnel...first one on the right. Go ahead and take off for there; I'll join you in a little bit," hoping that whatever he was feeling right then, she was also feeling the same desires as well in turn.
Daniel's advance caught her off-guard just in time as she had opened the bag of M&M's to eat since her noodles were gone, just in time to not only feel the man's tongue on her upper lip, something she secretly desired--why?--as well as his mouth on hers for a brief time. It left her winded, her cheeks a light tinge of rose and she could just savor it all--his breath, his feel, his warmth, all of it--on her person, and returned it all with a light lick of her lips against his, unaware of his physical manifestation of desire, not until he whispered to her about an office a range down the tunnel, and for her to go alone.
With a light grin, she slowly climbed off of the stretcher, taking her MRE stuff with her so no one would be none the wiser--and it worked. Risa instinctively clung to the shadows like she was practically one herself, and sneakily opened the door to the office Daniel had mentioned without a sound, only to slip inside just the same, the door closing behind her.
Watching as Rita headed down the tunnel towards the office he'd spoken of, he waited until she was well and truly out of sight before getting up himself; after letting the others nearby know he was going to walk down the tunnel to clear his head as he put it, he started walking down the tunnel in the same general direction.
Getting down to where the office was, Daniel opened the door and stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind him....inside there was a small but sturdy-looking desk, a long couch...and Rita, standing there. Walking over, he closed the distance with a speed even he didn't think he had in him, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, making it very clear his desires and wants...and they were both standing right there in front of him.
Risa knew full well what she was getting herself into when she heeded what Daniel said, that he basically wanted to be alone with her. And in knowing, she felt her lips part instantly against that of the bulky man's softly. She wasn't a slut, she wasn't going to do this with just anyone, it took a special kind of person to get her this head-over-heels, especially in this world. With her eyes closed, she was free to think while having her first kiss ever in years, and with such a kind man at that. Before all this, she was in a relationship with a man that had gotten her inducted temporarily into the Navy SEALS due to her knack for stealth and assassination, but she was only ever with him for information, such as for jobs and useful info, and access to the Navy SEALS base.
Put frankly, she used the man for her own ends, and she held no remorse for it. And now here she is again, but this time, she felt something...something was painting Daniel not as a mark for her, but as a genuine, protective tower, a being of warmth and protection. In other words: she felt no desire to use him. Determined to see it all through, Risa slowly lifted her arms and draped them over the taller man's neck and shoulders so her fingertips could brush over his covered muscle and skin, and in doing so fit her softer chest, obscured by thin layers of clothing, against his own more firm and hard one, fitting her lips back against his rather...wholeheartedly.
As Rita draped her arms over his neck and around his firm shoulders, Daniel continued to kiss her, savoring every touch, every feeling...he knew the way he was feeling towards her that he could take her right then and there, but he also knew that doing so would ruin the moment. Instead, he opted to take his time, draw her out and in turn draw himself out as well.
Sliding his arms around her waist, he pulled her close to him, close enough that she had to know how much he wanted her; backing themselves up to the edge of the desk, he leaned down a little and kissed her neck, letting his lips linger along the line of her jaw, his tongue darting out, adding its' touch and fell to what they both must've been feeling. Coming back to her face, he gazed into her eyes and then kissed her again, his lips passionately clashing with hers'. Lower down, he slowly began to pull up her shirt so that his hands could slide along the bareness of her back, the coolness adding contrast to her warm and inviting feel...meanwhile, there were whole rafts of emotions and thoughts and passions coursing through every vein and sinew of Daniel's body, things he hadn't felt for years, things that he had to channel so that he could once again love someone and be loved by someone else....
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Jun 19, 2016 12:54:41 GMT -5
Inside Concourse 4, Yankee Stadium...As she gave the radio handset back to Roner, Tegan couldn't help but laugh for a moment at the situation of it all; yeah, they'd gotten lost for a moment, but since the only people inside the Stadium were all from Rikers', Tegan didn't really feel any need to pick up the pace, instead opting to point out things as they walked along the stadium's main concourse. Though she was decidedly not a Yankees fan pre-apocalypse, she had been a big baseball fan and even if one had ever hated the Yankees', one didn't travel through such a grand sporting cathedral and revel in the atmosphere...even if its' been three years since anyone's played ball inside, she mused.
Looking over, she saw that Dillon still had his arm around hers; she smiled at him, not in any physical sense but in a friendly, no-nonsense sort of manner which was also her way of saying to Dillon - in a non-verbal way - that she really didn'y mind all the verbal ripostes he'd aired over the past few days. Glancing back at the others and then at him another moment, she pointed down the main concourse and said, "I believe we have an audience waiting for us, ladies and gentlemen; let's not toddle any more than we have to..."
Risa felt as her form was backed up onto a desk, followed obviously by the large man that was giving her such attention in the first place, her fingernails lightly dragging along the skin of his neck and along the surface of his shirt softly, tilting her head back to bare more of her neck for Daniel as she just let herself drown be taken by pleasure for the first time in years, her own hands actually working themselves downwards towards her waist, and started to work on the fastening of his bottoms as Daniel would feel the softness of skin only a woman could pull off in his exploration, her eyes closed softly by this point.
Her lips formed back to his when he returned to kissing her, leaving an intentional gap between them before she looked out of the corner of her half-lidded eyes to spy a large office chair nearby, and had a bit of an idea, if he would follow..?
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Jun 20, 2016 16:38:37 GMT -5
"Ahh, there we are," Tegan said to the others in her team as they saw the sign above the visitors' bleachers at Yankee Stadium inside the concourse; everyone save for their medic, Roner, were still walking arm-in-arm, which would've made for some very humorous looks had there been others around.
"Roner, get the doors," she said, waiting as the medic opened the doors, which had been locked with a chair three years ago, "and remember, everyone, smile out there; let's make an impression, shall we?" Glancing over at Dillon, she added, "and yes, that includes you, ya' big lug," giving him a friendly wink as the team began walking outside into the bleacher section...
Post by Brandon Cole on Jun 20, 2016 16:43:19 GMT -5
I have officially seen it all now, Bam chuckled, as he, Beckett, and every other Scout inside the baseball diamond watched as Tegan and her team of Scouts walked down through the stands, above the Visitors' Dugout, looking for all the world like they all were walking some post-apocalyptic wedding aisle or something. Shaking his head in a 'what the fuck am I seeing?' kind of manner, he just simply smiled and waved. "We're down here, ladies," he called out, glad at last that their fearless Lead Scout was finally arriving...even under these circumstances.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Jun 20, 2016 17:02:09 GMT -5
Francesca was in a blue car with three of the islands guards scheduled to escort over to the major project at Yankee stadium. Her bright blue eyes watched at ruins of what once was a vibrant city now given away to the dead stood. It was almost sad to watch as the cars moved to the side of the road lay empty. All the parts most likely scrapped by the islands scouts for anything useful. All for the benefit of the Island and her people. Living in an oasis among the dead and decay of the rotten apple. The thought of warning the others of her impending presence crossed her mind as they turned another corner. Pale hands brought the radio to her lips before words spewed out from her red lipstick covered lips.
"Daniel. I will be coming to the Yankee stadium in about."
The he pale redhead glanced out the windo to her side in shock. She saw Yankee stadium outside where they had came to a stop. A smile rolled over the women's face as she began to exit the vehical with her armed men surrounding her as if she were the president. "Right now. Let me inside when you get the time..." The words gave no hint of wanting to wait. Fran placed her hand over her stomach feeling the stress of her current bun in the oven closing. She let a breath of air out and silent told herself everything would go according to plan.
Post by Brandon Cole on Jun 20, 2016 17:17:38 GMT -5
"Daniel. I will be coming to the Yankee stadium in about." Those words sent a chill through Bam as they came over the radio, (1) because they couldn't get hold of Daniel for whatever reason and (2) because no one told them any of the other Overseers from the Island were planning on visiting until after they'd secured Yankee Stadium; as far as anyone was concerned, this was still an active combat zone...so what the fuck is she doing here? Bam thought, cursing his luck.
Looking up at where Tegan and her Scouts were at in the bleachers, Bam ran over towards the bleachers and yelled, "Tegan! Comm Overseer's on her way here right now? Can you intercept them; I can't get hold of Daniel!" The reason they couldn't get hold of him despite numerous calls was simple: in their haste to secure the station, they hadn't yet installed radio repeaters throughout the stadium, which meant there were dead spots were someone wouldn't be able to use their radio due to interference...of course, that doesn't mean shit right now, he mused, adding, whatever Daniel's doing, we gotta' cover for him or his head's gonna' be on her platter.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Jun 20, 2016 17:26:18 GMT -5
Having heard the same radio transmissions as Bam and the others, Tegan thought fast; as big as the stadium was, they'd have time to cover for whatever or wherever Daniel was either doing or was at; motioning to the others, she said, "Fun time's over, everyone; you all go on inside and join Bam and the others," watching as three of her Scouts - McGhehey, Van Vugt and Lyndsey - scrambled up the bleachers, weapons at the ready.
Once the switchover was made, Tegan motioned to the three, "The Communications Overseer's on her way over...either that or she's already outside; we're going to go back to the Main Gate and meet them there. Any questions?" After a moment, she added, "Alright, follow me." and the four of them headed back out the way they came, making their way to the Main Gate of Yankee Stadium as fast as they could.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Jun 20, 2016 17:53:53 GMT -5
Several minutes later....As they reached the Main Gate, Tegan was still cursing her luck at Daniel's seeming absence from the radios; motioning Ehren to pop the gate open, she stood and thought about what she was going to say to the Hive's Comm Chief outside...she didn't have to wait long; as soon as Ehren popped the gate open and the doors apart, Tegan and the rest of them sprinted outside to join Fran and her security team.
"Communications Overseer," Tegan said as she got up to her, "Tegan Lyell, Lead Scout. Daniel's in a bit of a dead spot somewhere inside, so as soon as we heard you were coming, I ran out here with three of my Scouts to meet with you. As soon as we get inside, I'll show you what we've found and gone through thus far." There was no lie anywhere in her words; as everyone had found at times searching through Yankee Stadium, there were areas of the stadium where the radios just simply did not work. Dead spots, they were called...which was why they'd marked every major corridor with spray-painted X's and numbers: so that they would know precisely where they were, everyone inside having memorized the numbers and positions throughout the stadium.
Of course, this meant they would have to install radio repeaters throughout; they just hadn't got around to doing so yet. Fat lot that's helping us with now, she muttered silently, glancing away before looking back over at Fran. "If you and your guards will follow us, ma'am, we'll get this show on the road," she said in her best command voice; as far as she was concerned, Fran might be higher-up on the Hive's ladder, but unless ordered to directly, Daniel was in charge here...and in his absence, that mean Tegan was in charge.
Beckett looked around at all the members of this sorted little group panicing and running around trying to get things set up for the .... overseeer? That title just sounded like it had evil undertones to it. Beckett got nervous, were these not the friendly people he thought they were. His boney hands squeezed his saxophone nervously as he watched the survivors scramble. One of them.... The bam fellow mentioned that Daniel wasn't answering his radio. He was with that woman when he had left them. He didn't really pay attention to what they would be doing once he left. All his attention was on doing a good job with the message. Stupid! Beckett crept backwards, unseen by anyone. He was suddenly not so sure about these people. He was going to find some place to hide, but there were none available to him. He looked over and sitting on first base was Mr. Dark. Mr. Dark was resting his arms on his knees letting his wrists dangle. He looked at Beckett for a moment before standing up, he walked over to Beckett. No one seemed to notice him they were all getting things set up for the overseer. To distracted to notice Mr. Dark's angry eyes.
Mr. Dark: "Beckett it is time to go NOW! THEIR LEADER IS COMING IN! Maybe you'll end up as a slave ..... or their dinner. You don't know these people. After everything we've been through how many times has a group just 'accepted' us instantly huh? Don't you think it was a little to welcoming when you got here? They want something and you need to get out of here. Look at Bam, he has his back turned. Slice his throat and make a break for it you know it's THE SMART PLAY BECKETT!"
Mr. Dark was growling this just in Beckett's ears. Beckett's hand felt to his knife he had shethed on his leg. His slender fingers wrapping around the handle. His eyes bloodshot and paniced as his yellow teeth chattered. His body was literally shaking with nervous energy. Bam had to die. He was going to turn Beckett in to the overseer and Beckett would never escape. Mr. Dark had always been right before, Mr. Dark has kept Beckett alive up to this point. He HAD TO KILL BAM! Bam was still distracted with his back to Beckett. Beckett's hand started to slowly pull the knife from its leather resting place. No one noticed his murderous intent. When suddenly........
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Post by Brandon Cole on Jun 20, 2016 18:50:43 GMT -5
"Watch out, Bam!"
Hearing the yell of one of his Scouts, Bam turned...and saw Beckett charging at him with a knife, a knife aimed straight at his throat! Ducking away, Bam felt a very slight, almost minute flash of pain as the tip of the blade just nicked the skin of his neck; with his adrenaline going, he rolled over to one side and put a hand to his neck where the nick had occurred. Son of a bitch! he whispered, getting up and charging at Beckett, who seemed to be back to his whirling dervish routine from earlier.
Tackling the man, he got on top of Beckett, pinning him as best as he could. "Need some help over here!" he yelled; almost as soon as he yelled, a couple of Scouts came over and climbed on top, pinning Beckett fully to the ground. Looking around, he caught sight and Roner and yelled, "I need you over man; get the tranq out, now!" all the while squirming to try and help hold Beckett down. Seeing someone else - Stephanie, Bam thought it was - kick the knife aside, Bam moved aside and gave Roner room to jab a syringe full of thorazine into the man's arm. "Hope this works, Bam," Roner whispered, having had to guess at the man's weight and build so that he didn't put the man too far under.
For several moments, they continued squirming around, holding Beckett to the ground as they waited for the tranquillizer to take hold. "Hold still, buddy," Bam kept saying quietly to the man, putting his hand up to his neck and coming back with a little bit of blood on it. Eventually, the squirming stopped, Beckett now unconscious. "Check his breathing, Roner," Bam said, sitting back and slamming his fist into the ground in anger.
"He's alright," Roner replied, "but he'll be out for a little bit." Bam swore; he knew how long a thorazine-tranqued person was out for and that was for at least an hour; once someone was dosed, you simply couldn't bring them out that fast. Cursing their luck, Bam barked out orders. "Alright, get the second stretcher out and strap Beckett down tight; use the four points so that he move his hands around. I don't want anyone getting sliced for their efforts," catching his breath. Damn, that fucking hurts, the son of a bitch! he muttered, holding his hand up. "Once you do that, there's a room just inside the visitors' dugout, a manager's office; lock him in there and post two guards at the door. I'll go in and check on him, see if he'll try to be nice in the future.
"Meanwhile," waving Roner over to him, "see what damage he did do to me..." looking around and adding, "and will someone keep trying to get hold of Daniel, for Christ's sake! Use Channel 4 so that Fran won't hear and go off-the-rails angry," silently adding, 'cause God knows I'm royally pissed right now....
Post by Brandon Cole on Jun 21, 2016 16:09:41 GMT -5
10 minutes later...."You're lucky as hell, Bam," Roner said he he finished wrapping a gauze roll around Bam's neck to secure a small bandage that was over the nick Beckett had left in his neck earlier, "another quarter-inch further in and he'd gotten your jugular."
"Gee, thanks, you're full of good news," Bam replied, feeling rather moody and pissed off at the world right then. It was bad enough, he thought, to get sliced up a little by someone - that wasn't what had him pissed off, though - no, it was something a little more personal. No, what has me boiling, he thought, is that our esteemed boss didn't even bother to turn his radio on earlier, the bald-headed sonuvabitch! He knew this point from his years working on the sets of Jackass, Camp CKY, his own variety show, Viva La Bam! and other similar shows and he knew the difference between someone having their radio on and not answering it and someone who'd cut theirs off and from listening to the lack of static variety when he tried to call Daniel a few minutes ago, he knew it was the latter and that's what had him boiling. I could've been sliced to death just a few minutes ago by Mr. Whirlish Dervish himself and where's our boss? What, was he off--
"Yo, Bam," someone called out to him, "look sharp, here comes Daniel." Looking over, he saw the Hive's Combat Overseer, looking none the worse for wear and, by the looks of it, talking to someone - a young woman, by the looks of it - as if they were simply taking in the sights of Yankee Stadium and not trying to clear it. Granted, he knew that wasn't simply the case, but still....
"Welcome to the baseball diamond, sir," Bam called out to him and his mystery guest, "you get lost, sir; your radio was off." It was as bold and insubordinate a statement he'd ever made in the three years he'd been a part of the Hive, but at the moment, he really didn't care. He wanted some answers and he wanted them now, dammit.
(OOC: Risa, I'm assuming both you and Daniel headed down the tunnel towards the baseball diamond; let me know if I'm in error and I'll edit accordingly.)
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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