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Post by Piers "Red" Bailey on Jul 11, 2016 1:42:22 GMT -5
Piers slept just as comfortably and warmly in the bed that belonged to Alex, his arms strong and warm while also protective over and around the beautiful, nude woman beside him and in his arms, his sleep being rather peaceful, as peaceful as it had been for months..he practically passed clean out from exhaustion and relaxation.
Post by Alexandra Stapleton on Jul 11, 2016 2:32:06 GMT -5
After several hours of what was, in her mind, the best damn sleep she'd had in a long time, Alex began to wake up, her lover lying right up behind her. "Hmmmmm," she purred, turning to plant a kiss on Piers' lips before whispering, "Time to wake up, love." Talking a moment to reach over and look at her pocket watch, Alex knew most of the day had gone by, but there was still so much she wanted to do. "Listen," she whispered as she slid her frame over and sat on the edge of the bed, turning back so that she could lean back a moment, "I'm gonna' go take a shower, get dressed and give you a tour of 77th Street...but," leaning down to blow ion his ear, "I could use some company in the showers; there shouldn't be anyone there at this time of the evening, but if there are," blowing in his ear once more, "we'll just have to ignore them..."
Post by Piers "Red" Bailey on Jul 11, 2016 4:10:36 GMT -5
Piers woke up to the warm and loving embrace of Alex as her nude frame cuddled into his, and if he could, he'd melt from how sensual and good it felt to have her so close to him. He focused on Alex's words when she said that she was going to take a shower, he presumed to get ready for work, but then she tacked on that it was to give him a tour, a tour of the area at that. He chuckled a bit and nodded, and was about to speak when she mentioned she wouldn't mind his company..practically inviting him to join her. And with how he felt so close to her and wanted to be with her in all ways, who was he to refuse? Plus, admittedly, he needed a shower, he needed food...and to have all of that with Alex? He'd be in heaven.
To that, Piers nodded and stood in front of Alex by the bed, in all his naked glory, and smiled as he hugged her, "Alright, lead the way, then, love. As long as I'm with you, even bandits can watch us shower. I love you."
Post by Alexandra Stapleton on Jul 11, 2016 4:47:26 GMT -5
Grabbing a couple towels, Alex fixed one around her, just barely covering her; as she waited for Piers to put his on - not that she didn't mind seeing him in his birthday suit...but a towel would be enough, she mused, for now, at least - she said, "Yeah, we'll get a shower, come back, get dressed," leaning up to him and kissing him, "grab a bite to eat, then tour the station. That sound good?"
Post by Piers "Red" Bailey on Jul 11, 2016 4:54:35 GMT -5
"Sounds perfect. Let's do it.", Piers said as he gently kissed Alex back, gently wrapping his own towel around his sturdy, strong waist and held lightly by his hand as he lightly patted her butt, to be playful of course as he watched her, then gestured with his hand forward, "Lead the way, love~"
Post by Alexandra Stapleton on Jul 11, 2016 5:07:25 GMT -5
Stepping out of their quarters, Alex led them down the hallway and up the stairs inside the station's main building, going on to the floor immediately above them. Making sure they had their clothes with them - no sense having to trundle back down and grab them, she thought - they walked down the hallway...judging by the paucity of traffic in this part of the building, Alex thought, it must be the night watch up at the moment, stopping and lightly knocking on the glass-framed door which led to the showers.
Not hearing anything, Alex opened the door and held it open for Piers; walking inside, Alex looked around. Once satisfied that they were alone, she walked over to one of the stalls and crooked her finger towards Piers, inviting him to join her...
Post by Piers "Red" Bailey on Jul 11, 2016 5:21:07 GMT -5
Piers sneakily looked around while following Alex down the hall and to the shower rooms. He stayed out while Alex stepped in to see if the coast was clear after knocking; finding it was, he walked in after her and gently closed the door behind him before, in a sudden rush of a thrill, he snapped his towel right off and walked, in the buff, to Alex's side with a smile.
Post by Alexandra Stapleton on Jul 11, 2016 5:38:34 GMT -5
"Hello, beautiful. Come here often?"
"All the time," Alex replied as they embraced; undoing her own towel, she set it and Piers' on a nearby hook and turned on the water, letting it run for a little bit as it built up a nice head of steam. While they waited, she crooked an arm around his neck and brought him down to her, brushing her lips on his as they stood there. "Hmm," she said, biting her lip; glancing at the shower, she added, "Steamy enough, yet?"
(OOC: PM time; don't forget to add Kelsey to the mix. )
Post by Christoph Neumann on Jul 21, 2016 17:56:59 GMT -5
Christoph had not been inside the 77th Street building for around a week. He had been doing some supply runs and scouting on his own. He hadn't been a member of the police so didn't really like to pretend to be one and felt he needed to explore wider than Bens ambitions for his own children.
His experience was in the army and surviving alone. He and his pet cat Siegfried would go out for about a week and bring back his supplies. He would always be looking for survivors and his children whilst exploring the world. Anyone he met, he would ask if they knew someone who spoke German.
Christoph was headed back when he came across the Hollywood Park and had seen some vehicles approach. Once he had caught up with the area he made his own way in using his initiative and reported to Ben.
Approaching he spoke "Well well well Mr Chambers, I was on my way back when I came across you here. What action is it today? A scouting trip, supplies or land snatching? May I be of any assistance".
"Land snatching at the moment," Ben replied, hearing Christoph's question and smiling. Having to make a short trip back to 77th for supplies and to swap out crews for rest and recuperation, it was good to see the German once again; Ben had begun to wonder what had happened to him. Pointing out a few things on a map as they stood there, he began. "We're in the process, Christoph, of turning Hollywood Park here into a permanent outpost for 77th Street; so far," pointing towards the places on the map where the Park's office building and adjacent grandstands were at, "we've gone through those two structures, the office building and the grandstands...all that's left are the ancillary structures, but those shouldn't take long.
"Only place I'm worried about," Ben added, "is this structure here," tapping his finger on the spot where the Great Western Forum stood. "I know, back when things were still relatively civilized, "that the powers-that-be were thinking of using the arena as a refugee center...I really hope they didn't go through with that; every time I'm over at Hollywood Park, Christoph, I shudder at the thought of what might be inside that building...could be nothing, could be hundreds or thousands of undead there...problem is, who knows? Only way to find out is to open up an exit and hope nothing pours through..."
Post by Christoph Neumann on Jul 22, 2016 18:00:35 GMT -5
Christoph was looking at the map with his finger stroking his chin. Siegfried meowed from his bag which made him smirk. "I know it may not be what you want to hear but opening such a building is incredibly risky... Is their no way we could sneak in or get a view from the outside to confirm its desertion?..."
Christoph moved his finger along the streets towards the 77th Street "If you open the gates it isn't just the men present at risk. Your castle is also in danger of being sieged. In the grand scheme of things if a door is keeping a monster locked away... or in this case an army of the living deceased, I would not open Pandora's box."
Christoph was concerned. "I'm not in charge or trying to be adversary to you. But this is my opinion."
"I know it may not be what you want to hear but opening such a building is incredibly risky... Is their no way we could sneak in or get a view from the outside to confirm its desertion?..."
"That's something I've wondered for quite some time, Christoph," Ben replied, "only problem, though, is how do we examine the interior of the Forum without risking someone's life opening an exit. Good thing there, though, is that the Forum has long, oval windows all along the exterior that go from about twenty feet to about seventy feet above the ground; I'm tempted to pop a window, fly a drone in, see what's going on," rubbing his chin in thought as they stood there...
"If you open the gates it isn't just the men present at risk. Your castle is also in danger of being sieged. In the grand scheme of things if a door is keeping a monster locked away... or in this case an army of the living deceased, I would not open Pandora's box." Christoph was concerned. "I'm not in charge or trying to be adversary to you. But this is my opinion."
"Concern duly noted," Ben said laconically; to be honest, he agreed in part with Christoph, but..."but here's the thing, Christoph. For three years, we've essentially been playing turtle down here in South Los Angeles; other than supply runs outside the gates, we've kept to ourselves...but just like the turtle, if you keep your legs inside the shell too long, you'll eventually never be able to use them when the time comes. We have to know what's out there," nodding towards the former downtown of Los Angeles, "and that means that, whether I like it or not, we have to be out there. I don't like it; right now, I've got 117 men, women and children - including you and me, Christoph, and the twenty-three currently guarding Hollywood Park - that I worry about. I worry when anyone goes outside whether they'll return home...I keep the names of the fallen right here," tapping his head a few times to emphasize the point, "so that I won't forget them...but I also keep them there, Christoph, because I don't their lives to have been in vain. They run the gambit of Los Angelinos - former cops, Guardsmen, CHP troopers, citizens...heck, there's even a few gangbangers that back in the day would've taken shots at everyone else, including you and me - but you know what we all have in common? We're all human....and I'm not abandoning anyone, nor will I abandon this city, not when there's a chance to rebuild something, rebuild a tiny piece of civilization...
"Going outside is risky, there's no doubt in that...but its' also just as risky staying sheltered up; at some point, you've got to come out of your shell and that always worries me, Christoph; I'd be flat out lying if I said it didn't. The key to making sure you don't open Pandora's Box, leaving the gates open to the enemy out there is not to take too big a risk...its' alright to gamble; we wouldn't be human if we never did...but you always want to have an Out, a way to get off the proverbial limb before you get out so far that it breaks and leaves you hanging in the air..."
After a moment, Ben chuckled and ran a hand through his sandy-brown short-cut hair. "Sorry for the speech there, Christoph; I hope that answered your thoughts there, my friend..."
Post by Christoph Neumann on Jul 26, 2016 18:12:35 GMT -5
Christoph could see he could not change the mans mind "I get it, and im the man who just spent a week outside. Nobody in your station knows going outside like me. Three years wandering."
Christoph placed some ammo in his rifle "But it seems this hypothetical turtle of yours is gambling with dangling his leg into Shark infested waters. This type of gamble can pay off... or you might be a limb short of a turtle."
Christoph had his gun ready but did not initiate any action. Ben would do as he wished, it was his show.
For Hazel it felt good to be back home in Los Angeles, it had been too long and paying a visit to her parents house helped if only a small bit. She had always wondered what had happened to her parents, now she had nothing but time. As the world had turned to hell her parents who were old and in there eights, rather then try to survive Hazel gathered they had took there own life. Now they were in a internal sleep huddled together. As hard as it was to see then dead, it helped Hazel to know they weren't infected preying on the living and not having to be in a living nightmare. Laying them to rest in a grave in the back garden she used the house as a headquarters and from there to gathered supplies. It wasn't prefect but it would do her for the time been. She slept in the attic which could only be reached by ladder.
On the second week back Hazel ventured further out from home, looking for supplies and any signs of life. Since getting separated from her last group she had seen no signs of the living. The only company available was the infected. With no company the days just seemed to get longer and longer. She was struggling to find hope and she knew it.
Parking the military SUV on the side of the road, she she took her bag and weapons. Then she preceded on foot down a road blocked by a couple of cars. Fixing her FBI baseball cap and damaged bullet proof vest she took her time as she stayed alert. The vest was long past it's prime, from knife cuts to bullet holes and still as clean as Hazel could make it. As for the hat, that was faded but the letters FBI were still readable.
In the distance Hazel noticed two figures, at first she reached for her sub machine gun and when she noticed them talking she almost cried from the happiest. It wasn't everyday she'd cried but when you begin to doubt anyone still alive, well she could hardly be blamed herself. With her weapon lowered she approached slowly approached and hoped they were friendly.
Post by Piers "Red" Bailey on Jul 27, 2016 9:08:19 GMT -5
(OOC: Not at all. ^^ Glad you could come. Alex and Piers are, uh..in private for the time being so you won't hear much from them as of now, but that'll change, surely. ^^)
"I know, didn't mean any disrespect there, Christoph," Ben said, hoping to settle the conversation once and for all...which it was, just not as he had hoped.... "Ben, we got company coming," came the call over the radio, "to the south, the street just west of where we pulled in." Taking his binoculars out, he looked in the general direction and saw a woman - another survivor, by the looks of it - walking towards them.
"Looks like we got company," Ben said, slinging his rifle over his shoulder and taking another look at her...it was then he saw the woman's FBI cap and groaned, thinking, even in the post-apocalyptic world we live in, why did they spare Washington's Bigfooters? remembering the long-held pre-apocalyptic enmity between the Los Angeles Police Department and the Federal Bureau of Investigation, an enmity borne of the simple fact that both agencies back then absolutely hated the other. To the Bureau, the LAPD were nothing more than knuckle-dragging, night-stick wielding cavemen, while to the LAPD, the Bureau were nothing more than suit-wearing bigfooters who always stuck their noses in the LAPD's business at every opportunity...and it was a feeling Ben knew all too well, even three-plus years into the apocalypse; some things still didn't change.
What did change was the fact that the woman wearing the FBI cap was a survivor and that was all Ben needed to know; after asking Christoph to watch his back, he started walking towards the woman, signaling her to come towards him so that he could find out who she was.
Post by Christoph Neumann on Jul 28, 2016 11:33:18 GMT -5
Christoph had been waiting to take some kind of action. He had voiced his concerns and knew Ben would respect them. When he heard mention of a woman and looked he got his hopes up it might be his daughter. He looked yet the sight of a FBI cap dashed his hopes. Christoph lit up a smoke and walked with his rifle taking a position a few meters behind Ben.
He whispered to Ben "Dont let the law enforcement attire fool us. Even post apocalyptic scum seem to enjoy fancy dress these days"
"Dont let the law enforcement attire fool us. Even post apocalyptic scum seem to enjoy fancy dress these days" Christoph whispered to Ben as they approached the woman; Ben whispered back, "Remind me to tell you about some of the enmity between the FBI and the LAPD back in Past Times, Christoph," stopping when got to within earshot of the woman wearing the FBI cap.
After a few moments, Ben asked the woman, "Excuse me....what's your name, ma'am? Where are you from?"
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
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.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5