Private Roleplay

Starring:

Musikfreakx & Amethyst Lavenlight

Plot:

Originally Posted by musikfreakx

OK. So how about in post apocalyptic world, there is currently a 'government' being formed. Such as a group of men and women are trying to form a government, however it is more of a dictatorship. They think the worst of the pandemic that struck Earth is over. The leader's daughter is kidnapped by a group of rebels who are against the dictatorship. If things weren't worse enough, the virus that had befallen the planet begins to mutate, turning survivors and animals, the ones that are left anyways, into zombies.

[imgright]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3qmCc3xJzk/S9C9NepoRuI/AAAAAAAABgo/4NmeXxNe8cs/s1600/Donnie_Darko_TOP-1.jpg[/imgright]Robert Cunningham slowly rose up from his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before flinging his filthy comforter aside. He groggily stumbled across his room, the floorboards groaning with each step, until he made his way to the window. His green eyes flitted back and forth, studying the morning sun as it broke past the horizon and illuminated a vast, desolate city wasteland. In the distance, tall structures reached hopelessly for the sky and tarnished vehicles lined the roads, each a memory of what the world used to be.

He recalled stories his mother told him of the long-gone days where the world communicated through a connection of wires and computers called the Internet and where electricity powered nearly everything on the planet. Robert spent five years in that simple life, but he was too young to remember much of anything; the only memory that came to mind was the image of a nighttime city illuminated by brilliant flashes of colored lights.

"Robbie! Are you coming downstairs sometime?"

Robert snapped out of his thoughts and proceeded downstairs where his mother awaited him. Her scrawny arms twisted and contorted over a gas stove as she prepared a pathetic breakfast for her son. She approached him with a small bowl cradled by skeletal fingers and her sunken eyes stared sullenly at him. "For godsakes, Robbie, you're twenty years old. You should know how to wake yourself up by now." Her cracked lips thinned into a grim line as she tossed the bowl in front of him. "Hurry up and eat. The others need you to help fix up the fenceline. A few zombies were spotted nearby, they say."

Robert silently nodded his head and picked at his slop as she went off to finish more business. Time's been hard on you, ma, he thought to himself as he observed her tangled mess of hair and emaciated frame. Of course, that's just what he told himself. Rumor had it that his mother had come down with the new infection and it was only a matter of time before her skin would peel from her bones and she would begin craving it as a delicacy. But that was just a rumor, right?

Quietly, after hardly touching his food, Robert snuck out of the house and headed towards the jobsite. "Just another day in paradise..."

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Awakening from a deep slumber, Harlow Reese had a moment of pure... nothing. Her large green eyes slowly blinked, not yet remembering what had happened, much less where she was. Her head throbbed, she soon realized that. Her legs were sore and she couldn't move her hands. Her blood red colored hair fell in her face, her bangs in her eyes and wavy wisps of hair brushing against her cheeks.

"Mmph," she mumbled to herself as stared in utter confusion around the room. Memories immediately hit her like a two ton boulder. She had been outside the Colony, the facility her father and his government had set up to try and restart society. Well, what was left anyways. She was wandering around, a pistol snug in between her back and small of her back just in case any stray zombies decided to make a visit. The city looked the same; desolate and abandoned, as if begging for someone to come back and revive it from it's horrid state. Before she knew she had been snatched, thrown in the back of a van, had her hands and feet quickly tied, and a rag was pushed in front of her. It reeked of chlorophyll, but was powerless to its effect as she fell unconscious.

Now here the nineteen year old was, sitting in... Where? It looked like a basement, an old one at that. She could see a stairway in the left hand corner of the room, leading to somewhere. It was dark, and her large green eyes flickered. As she opened her mouth to scream, that being her first instinct, she realized her mouth was taped. Of course. Grumbling in the back of her throat, she tried her best to crawl towards the door.

Immediately freezing when she heard scuttling upstairs, she fast crawled slash dragged herself back to her original spot. She slouched against the wall, closing her eyes nearly all the way, but leaving a small slit to look out past her long eyelashes. Her mind was whirring behind her 90% closed eyes, the thoughts racing through her mind. She needed to get out, but seeing as she was, at the moment, impaired and unable to barely even move, she didn't have many options.

Harlow tried to imagine where, location wise, she was. The only 'cities' she knew were covered in brown dust, abandoned and sad looking, deserted and forgotten since the world-wide pandemic. She was four years old when the world, supposedly full of life and lights, hustle and bustle, was completely destroyed. Soon enough everyone turned into mindless monsters and the survivors fled for their lives.

Hearing someone approaching the door on top of the staircase, Harlow froze and stopped breathing.

Robert made his way through the "Colonial Badlands"--as it was currently called by the commoners--passing the time by whistling a tuneless melody and kicking stray rocks here and there. Up ahead, he could see the Colony's mechanics huddled close in a group beside the broken fenceline. A smile crawled across his lips. They look like a bunch of damn chickens clucking the day away, he mused to himself with a slight chuckle. He stretched an arm towards the sky and waved it around as he cupped the other hand beside his mouth, shouting, "Hey, fellas! What's all the commotion?"

The workers ceased their chatter and turned their heads toward Robert. "Well if it isn't Robert!" exclaimed Travis Hutch as he waved hello while simultaneously scratching his pot belly. "Good to see you, kid! How's your ma?"

As Robert approached the group, he allowed the workers to greet him with a pat on the back before he shrugged in response. "Same old, same old," he muttered. "I think she's getting worse."

"That's too bad, sonny," croaked Geezer, the eldest of the workers. "But we have something that'll cheer you up."

"Indeed, we do!" affirmed Travis. "We've got some great news! Come on, we'll show ya."

Robert displayed a curious smile as the workers passed through the broken fence, ushering him to follow. "I thought there were some zombies spotted nearby," Robert commented as he passed outside the Colony's perimeter.

"Nah, Joey got back from surveillance and said the buggers wandered off, but he managed to pick up something pretty nice on the way back," Travis said while grinning ear-to-ear. "God, I can't wait to see the look on your face, Rob."

The group closed in on a small business on the outskirts of the city, a large sign declaring the establishment "Carl's Famous Fish Fry." "Just inside here," Geezer stated, leading Robert towards the building's basement door where Joey awaited them. The workers stirred and chattered in excitement as they descended the stairs and when they reached a large metal door labeled "Storage," everyone was all grins. Joey turned the handle, causing it to release a grinding creak as the door opened. "Come on in, fellas!" he said, ushering them inside. Travis' smile stretched even wider as he motioned towards a figure on the opposite side of the room. "Ta-da!"

Robert stood quietly at the entrance as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. A girl with striking crimson hair rested by the northern wall with her hands and feet bound by rope. Suddenly, realization struck Robert and he cupped his hands over his mouth. "Is...is that...the President's daughter?"

Joey grinned and puffed out his chest proudly. "Sure is," he stated. "Caught her roaming the wastes." He walked over to the girl and nudged her with his boot. "Silly girl, you could've gotten eaten by those zombies! Good thing I brought you here for safe keeping! Ha ha!"

Travis placed a hand on Robert's shoulder and eyed his prize. "Do you know what this means, Rob? We can use her to get what we want. The top dogs in the Colony's hierarchy sit on their asses and have teatime while we work like slaves and actually do something. And for what? Nothing! 'Oh, nice work, men. Now go build an irrigation system while we have some tea and crumpets.' Bull!" He stomped angrily across the room and grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair. "We get treated like dirt! We deserve more than this! We deserve to sit in the lap of luxury! And you're our ticket to achieve that!"

"We haven't quite figured out a plan, yet," began Geezer, "so we'll have to keep her here until we do. All of us will take shifts to watch over her and, Rob, you're the only one who hasn't been assigned a shift. Would you be able to take a midnight to 5?"

Robert took another look at the girl. A flame of fury burned within his stomach at the very sight of her. He wanted to scream at her, beat her senseless, stab a blade through her over and over because of all the pain her father and his government had brought upon the Colony. It was bad enough that zombies roamed the Earth and that a recurring infection was spreading, but President Reese and his buddies had to go and make everyone's life even more of a living hell. He hated this girl with everything he had in him. "It's your fault, it's your fault," he wanted to shriek at her.

He took hold of Geezer's frail hand and smirked. "I'll take it. Ma won't mind."


((Gah! xD Long post.))

Suddenly at least three different sets of voices walked down the stairs and into the basement. She didn't see the use in pretending to sleep and instead stared at them with furious, large green eyes. The small shaft of light from a dingy light bulb in the middle of the room shone in her eyes and she grit her upper teeth against her bottom and kept a steady gaze. She briefly remembered seeing the old one and the one who had actually snatched her, but not the young face looking at her in amazement.

Her lips worked behind the silver duct tape, trying to loosen it so that it would slip from her mouth. She didn't try to scream or yell anything, she knew it was useless. Her long fingers worked at the rope around her wrists and her gaze remained trained on the new face. She was in a pair of ripped dark skinny jeans and a short-sleeved checkered plaid white and black shirt, with a black tank underneath, that accented her light tan and toned torso and arms.

Though many 'citizens' of the new government her father had set up believed her to be stupid, Harlow had an extremely high intelligence level. She had actually been called in to her father's council meetings to give insight and to think of innovative ideas for the community.

Her temper flared when another large, buff man began ranting about her father. She'd also had a short temper, and considering her environment, it was even worse than usual. She paid no mind as one worker nudged ehr. If she could have, she would have spat on it. But, in her situation, she was unable to.

Though the large man who had rambled about the cruelty and laziness her father supposedly inhabited grabbed her hair and yanked hard, the nineteen year old tried not to react to it. Her eyes squeezed shut in pain but she kept quiet. If there was one thing she hated, it was being man-handled. And being used for someone's advantage.

As the young man, looking around her age, stared at her in absolute fury, Harlow Reese stared back. It was like an intense staring game, but it wasn't for shits and giggles. As she watched him shake the old wrinkle of a man's hand, her tape slipped off of her mouth. She didn't scream, as said before she wasn't stupid, but instead took a small breath and licked her dry lips.

Opening her mouth, Harlow put all the intensity of her boiling rage into her words. "You son of a bitch," she said, in a light soprano tone, to the boy.

((Loved it. Sorry mine isn't as long, I have to get off soon.))

Robert's eyes narrowed fiercely at the girl's words and his fists clenched at his sides. His body shook and trembled with rage and his lips curled into a vicious sneer. He lunged at her, bloodlust coursing through his veins. "You filthy, little--"

Strong arms clamped around his waist before he could make contact with her. "Whoa there, Rob," he heard Travis say behind him.

"Let...me...go...," Robert snarled as he still focused on the girl, his eyes burning with shear hatred. He attempted to wrestle from the man's grasp, but Travis held him tighter with an almost bone-crushing strength. Knowing that his efforts were futile, Robert spat at the girl before allowing Travis to remove him from the room. On the way out, Travis yelled over his shoulder: "Joey, please shut that bitch up. For good, this time."

For the rest of the day, Robert spent his time holed up in his room. He tried to read some salvaged books to ease his nerves, but thoughts of the girl still permeated his mind. "Goddammit," he cursed as he flung a book across the room. He grabbed a nearby pillow and his fingers dug deeply into the fabric. I want to rip her damn head off. Maybe put it on a dinner plate and serve it to her goddamned father. I just want her and her government dead.

As evening settled upon the Colonial Badlands, Robert refrained from sleeping to make his shift. But even if he didn't have a shift, he would have stayed up all night thinking about her. Midnight couldn't come fast enough. After a long wait, midnight finally came and he anxiously left home. He followed the path the workers took earlier that day and he headed down to the Fish Fry's basement, pounding a fist upon the door that awaited him there. Geezer opened it in reply. "How're you doing, boy?" he asked while shuffling out of the room. "She's a helluva feisty one," he commented, jamming a wrinkled thumb in her direction. "Just to warn ya, you turn your back on her and you're dead." The man let out a hoarse chuckle before patting Robert on the shoulder and departing the building.

"Guess I'm in for quite a shift," Robert murmured to himself as he entered the room. As he shut the door, an instant wave of coldness made goosebumps rise on his skin. He rubbed his palms against his biceps as he took a seat in a nearby chair. When he noticed the President's daughter watching him, he smirked in reply. "You must be pretty cold, huh?" he taunted as he picked up a dirty blanket from the floor. He rubbed the fabric against his face, feigning a pleasant smile. "God, it's soooo waaaaarm. I bet you'd love to have this right now, wouldn't you?"

The double-layered duct tape kept her silent.

Robert's smile faded.

He stood up from the chair and approached her, his footfalls echoing all around the room. He sat on his haunches and leaned in close to her face, studying her unwavering green gaze. "This is boring," he muttered, "I'd enjoy hearing what you have to say about all this." His fingers eagerly gripped a corner of the silver tape and he grinned maliciously as he wrenched it from her mouth. "What have you got to say, pretty girl?"



((It's perfect! I hardly ever write that much, though. xD I guess I had a lot to say.))

Smirking, Harlow didn't so much as flinch as Robert lunged for her. It was exactly what she had predicted, and she enjoyed watching him squirm as Travis locked his arms around him and held him off. Even as he spat in her direction, Harlow didn't budge an inch. Licking her lips, she watched as Robert was dragged out of the room. When he glanced back at her, she blew him a kiss. "Bye, bye," she chorused with a satisfied grin, glowing eyes, and a raised eyebrow.

However, the redhead was not happy when she was left alone with Joey and the old man, Geezer, which was a rather fitting name. Joey reapplied her duct tape and was a little too touchy, but Harlow stared him straight in the eye as if she was rather unfazed by the situation.

Soon enough Geezer left and Joey sat in the chair closest to Harlow, his eyes often roaming across her body, breasts, face, and nether regions. Every time he so much as glanced in her general direction, she shot him her darkest, glowering look. The look made the grown man glance away awkwardly as if he was a schoolboy caught looking at the hot teacher. When he approached her to supposedly give her food and water, she kicked harm hard in the nut sack, earning her a slash across her cheek from a small knife Joey held in his hand.

The nineteen year old's mind constantly flitted back to Robert. She was trying to think of ways to get into his head, to piss him off and make him squirm. She had always been good at tricking people, whether it was to get them to do what she wanted, to let her do what she pleased, or anything else of the matter. If you had the knowledge to do it, she figured, you might as well put it to good use. No point in wasting such a good talent.

As Geezer entered the room and switched places with Joey, leering at her with an insane grin only an old man could truly pull off, Harlow let her mind float back to a distance memory. It was the memory of the day that made her father turn ice cold and her almost the same.

Outside of one of the survivor colonies, her parents and Harlow picked apples out of nearby trees, a bit of a way off from the colony. She could taste the sweet juice of the apples and smell it in her nose. Her rather small family laughed and picked, picked and laughed. They were so distracted and caught up in their light teasing and fruit gathering that they did not notice the on-sight of darkness on the horizon. The darkness turned into shadows, the shadows into figures, and figures into blood-lusting and inhumanly strong and fast zombies. Mr. Reese scooped up the eight-year-old Harlow in his large, muscular arms and screamed at his wife to run.

Harlow watched horrified as she clutched to her father's chest, peering over his shoulder as the zombies surrounded her mother. She thumped on her father's back, telling him to put her down and go get her mom. Please Daddy, please save her! Why won't you help Momma? She screamed. Her father gently 'shh'ed her and pushed her back behind the chain link fencing of the survivor camp. They both watched as the redheaded woman in the distance was torn apart piece by bloody piece and savagely eaten.

Harlow snapped out of her distinct memory right as Robert walked into the room. She rolled her eyes at Geezer's comment, but mostly only to clean the moisture that had gathered in her eyes from the vivid flashback. She watched as Robert sat and taunted her. She had goosebumps on her arms, but wouldn't dare admit she was cold. Her stomach churned, but she wouldn't beg for food. Her throat itched, but she wouldn't ask for water. The only time she had been allowed to stand up with Geezer in the room was when he took her to the bathroom, guarding the outside of the door. When she came out she had punched him in the gut, but he was still strong and pushed her back across the room.

Even if Harlow had had the option to speak, she wouldn't have replied to Robert's words. It would have given him too much pleasure. Raising an eyebrow in an unamused fashion, she watched him intently, feeling the burning from the cut on her cheek.

The eyebrow dropped as Robert approached and leaned into her. Suddenly he ripped the double-layered duct tape from her mouth, causing her intense pain. Her eyes clenched shut and her head whipped to the side. "Fuck," she yelled as her mouth tingled in tiny jolts of pain. Her chest rose quickly and fell back down just as fast as she caught her breath. Staring back at Robert, she licked her dry lips and blinked once. "Don't call me 'pretty girl'," she said strongly back at him, deadly threats hidden in between her words.

((Yay! My gosh! Same here!!! I accidentally clicked a button while replying and everything was erased. I was so mad but I just rewrote it xD))

Robert sneered. "All right. Then I'll call you ugly girl." He stifled a snicker as he leaned away from the girl, but for a slight moment his eyes froze on her. When he really sat back and thought about it, she was a very pretty girl. From the looks of it, she maintained herself very well and had a natural kind of beauty, no matter what situation she was in. And those eyes...those damned green eyes...

Robert blinked, terminating his thoughts instantly. "My memory isn't so great; what do they call you? Halo? Hello? Horlow? Yeah, that sounds about right. Whorelow Reese. A fitting name for the offspring of a scumbag." He smiled widely, his teeth shimmering in the dim lighting. Robert was starting to enjoy this little bashing game. He wouldn't mind keeping this up all night.


((Ugh, bad post.

ARG, I hate when that happens. D: I've picked up the habit it copying everything after each paragraph just in case the computer randomly decides to go back a page. RRR. >:c -hits computer- Obeyyyy!))

"Works for me," she snapped back, venom lacing her words. A piece of red hair fell in her face, momentarily blocking her view of the male opposite of her. Harlow leaned her head to the side and up, her hair moving out of her face and back in place from the motion. They stared at each for a second, then a second more. She wondered what was going through his mind, vaguely noticing the cute little "angel kiss" (AKA a tiny little mole) above his upper lip. His eyes were intimidating but strong.

Pushing her wondering thoughts from her mind and listened as he made a snide remark about her name. The term 'whorelow' angered her, along with the rest of the sentence. "It's Harlow. Would you like me to spell it out for you? I mean, I knew you were dumb, but I didn't think you were this dumb," she replied and smirked, leaning against the wall as if she chose to be there voluntarily. Never let the enemy know how you feel, she remembered the saying her father had once told her. She couldn't quite remember the circumstance in which he had told her, but she knew he repeated it to her more than a few times.

((It wasn't that bad. Plus, it happen to all of us xD
Me too. I really need to start doing that. Or just be careful not press back or another link or the backspace button at the wrong time. HAHA!! xD))