Travelling ... alone....

[DeliciousMaiden]

Janey

“Holiday well for us on this side of the Atlantic it’s go to England to see where our ancestors came from. Make sense that you would come here to see where they went.”

"Yes.. well.. I'm not much into.. ancestors and all that..."
(Totally off family altogether she thought, as she sipped the scotch absent mindedly and spluttered.

“Give me that young lady it appears a bit strong for you let me put a touch of water in it you might find that a bit more pleasant.”

His words were paternal, well not that her father had ever spoken so caringly to her. She smiled up at him as he went to dilute the strong drink.

He handed her the glass once again;
“Try that Janey I think it will warm you up and be more to your taste.”
He smiled as once again she sipped the fiery liquid.
The taste was much mellower now, watered down obviously.

"That's better... I don't usually drink anyway.... my dad would kill me if he thought I was drinking scotch!"
Her tongue loosened, the comment was out before she could stop it.

"... but it's so cold out, I think I need a bit of warming..." she chatted on hardly thinking of what she was saying.... hoping to gloss over the reference to her family.

She sipped again, as he smiled and sipped his own drink. She felt relaxed and safe.

"I don't know anything about America," She continued, heedlessly "I've no idea where we're supposed to be now!"

Sipping once again, she looked at him wondering about him.
" Are you visiting relatives or....?" She asked, curiously.

 

[cgraven]

The effects of my little treat where working well her words no longer guarded. Her supple body visibly relaxing. I chatted with her casually, my voice soft comforting an oh so hypnotic. Ignoring the strained comments about home and family.

Yes it is cold isn’t it Janey….. Come her dear and I’ll warm you up a bit…. Now drink up.”

As the glass came to Janey’s lips I kept one finger under it and she finished her drink.

I poured 2 more fingers of scotch neat for her and handed Janey the glass as I pulled the spread from the bed and held it open to her.

‘Now come curl up next to me and get warm young lady shoes and soaks off please.”

 

[restlessheart34]

outlaw

outlaw is a 30's something male drifter who does odd jobs for money. he is a slin 5'8", 130lbs, brown hair and blue eye with a patch over the right eye

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Janey

Janey chatted away, no longer as guarded, but he didn’t push. Dan listened and laughed, his words slowly washing over her. Her hand all but forgotten in her hand, she sipped almost by habit now as they talked.
The wind howled outside and the snowflakes blew wildly. She shivered imagining what might have happened if he hadn’t been so kind.

”Yes it is cold isn’t it Janey….. “ his voice spoke smoothly.
“Come her dear and I’ll warm you up a bit…. Now drink up.”
The glass at her lips was held gently and she continued to drink, draining the glass. He took the glass away from her numbing fingers. She shook her head feeling that she had lost track of the conversation..somewhere.
Before she realised the glass was back in her hand and he was urging her to drink again. Like medicine she thought with a laugh as she sipped once again. The drink still mellow, but indeed warming.

She looked up hearing his voice again as he held open the bedspread.

‘Now come curl up next to me and get warm young lady shoes and soaks off please.”

She put her glass down carefully having to think about the movement and walked, somewhat unsteadily towards him. Kicking off her shoes, she wondered what soaks were… wet clothes…. Oh well….

She managed to pull off her blouse revealing a light cami top which was indeed damp and clinging. She shivered. Her brain was unable to decide whether to try to peel it off or start on her jeans. Her hands struggled with the buckle on her jeans belt. Her fingers strangely numb. She sighed.. desperate to warm up, the idea of being wrapped in the bedspread so inviting!

 

[restlessheart34]

reaches into the bag he carries on and he gets out a 2liter bottle of what looks like soda and takes a drink, then kicks back and relaxes for the ride

 

[DreamGrrl]

Errmm...

OOC:

Pay attention Restless Heart - no one is even on the bus, we're trapped because of a blizzard in WV or something.

As far as Braiden goes, I think we'll have to withdraw from this thread, since cgraven and DM are off doing their own thing and it doesn't look like anyone else is playing.

I'll keep her around if anyone needs her, but this is most likely a formal withdrawal from the thread - I just feel written out.

Sorry.

~Mai

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Janey

OOC:

Was hoping that as a female lone passenger you might save her from Big Bad Uncle Dan! She could have used a friend earlier and certainly will later. Hope I see you around in other threads, didn't mean to exclude you totally... anyone is free to jump in... at any time. It may *still* not be too late!!

{{{{huggs }}}}} good luck
DM x

 

[DreamGrrl]

Sorry

OOC:
Sorry DM - I already tried to that, but before I could even get a post up to interact with you guys, it was already taken out of my hands.

Its frustrating; I want to interact with the thread - you and CGraven or the only active writers, but then you are SO active that none of the rest of us get a chance to step in.

(My character went to the bus to help you, but he was already there. THen I hung out around the office, but never saw you again, I was trying, sorry.)

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Janey

Sorry.

It wasn't intentional to cut you out.

 

[restlessheart34]

Re: Janey

Sorry.

It wasn't intentional to cut you out.

I figure keep an active charater visible and sooner or later others will interact with it

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Polite Request

Could we keep observations and concerns to pms to avoid breaking the thread?

 

[restlessheart34]

Re: Polite Request

Could we keep observations and concerns to pms to avoid breaking the thread?

OCC: SORRY BOUT THAT

IC: Kicks back in the back of the bus where the entire back row of seats were empty. so he lays back to relax, and possibly nap

 

[cgraven]

‘’Janey your shivering let me help you.”

I gently moved her hands out of the way an undid the belt buckle. the top button parted easily and I slid the zipper down. I smiled in to her eyes, reassuring as they had been before, but also with a touch of concern in my voice.

“Janey your are wet through If you keep those wet thing on you’ll catch your death of cold and in the States you must pay your own entire medical bill. You better get out of all those wet clothes and come here and let me warm you up. “

There was and evil glint in my eyes as her hands went to the waist band of her jeans.

 

[restlessheart34]

walks into the hotel and kicks back in the lobby til the bus is ready to leave

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Janey

‘’Janey your shivering let me help you.”

His voice cut into her consciousness. She stood trembling, her body reacting to the shock and cold and then the alcohol and the unknown drug which had been added to her drink.

She stood passively as he undid her belt buckle and unzipped her jeans. Neither panic or shock registering in her eyes as she looked up at him.

His eyes were warm and that soft hypnotic voice, full of concern spoke gently, steadily coaxing, not forcing,

“Janey your are wet through If you keep those wet thing on you’ll catch your death of cold and in the States you must pay your own entire medical bill. You better get out of all those wet clothes and come here and let me warm you up. “

Her hands went to the waist band of her jeans. She slid them down her hips and sitting on the bed slowly and unsteadily slipped the jeans off down her legs letting them fall on the floor...

Clad in her panties, bra and a light cami - top she moved towards the bedspread, wanting to feel its warmth around her...

All the while Dan was watching her... so fortunate she thought... so cold... so...... tired.... feeling.... heavy..... she gripped the bed for support, looking up to see his face coming closer to her again.... he was speaking quietly again.. but.. she couldn't quite make out his words.....

 

[restlessheart34]

finds out he was assigned a room and he found the room #521, he goes in and lays down

 

[Guest]

walking out onto the balcony to clear my head. its been a long day. looking across the courtyarad i can see into a room. there is a young girl in wet clothes taking off her pants. i wonder what is coming next

 

[restlessheart34]

OCC: UNREGISTERED SIGN UP AND JOIN THE STORY

strip and lays on the bed ready to sleep a few hours

 

[mac_crazy]

Calvin (Cal) Rodriguez, a 32-year old photojournalist has been demoted to "Mid-Level Journalist" status by his employer, Sharpshooter Magazine. He has been assigned to cover the "American Coal Miners Against Soot" uprising in rural West Virginia, and staying at a 2-bit hotel for the next 2 weeks.
_____________________________

Cal had just come downstairs for a smoke when a Greyhound bus pulled up in front of the hotel. He couldn't break the habit completely, but he religiously followed his self-imposed rule of never smoking indoors. It helped him cut down on the number of tokes he took a day, and besides, if he wasn't out in the open air, the damn things stank up his clothes!

He had arrived in Larksburg, WV 3 days ago, and had suffered from acute boredom ever since. Fucking Mario Grech!! Grech, the Assistant Editor at Sharpshooter, had somehow found out Cal was screwing his wife, and shipped him off to the a photojournalist's version of Siberia. Grech would have fired him immediately, and threatened to do so, but remembering Cal's phenomenal, avant garde work for the mag the last 4 years, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

So here was a nationally-respected photojournalist, trying to pass the time between his last masturbation session and the next morning's "all-imporant" debate between the factions of "Pro-Soot" and "Anti-Soot".

"My own personal, customized version of Hell," thought Cal, as he lit up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a thin, petite female, also smoking. Christ, she was hot! Her eyes sparkled with jade, and she almost looked as if she were smiling, but at what? She was wandering around, as if deciding what to do next. As he stepped towards her, to introduce himself, an older guy accompanied by what looked like his daughter brushed past him, and bumped his Marlboro out of his hand. It rolled threatingly toward a puddle in the broken sidewalk; Cal caught up with it just before the muddy water soaked it.

He picked up his smoke and looked back the girl with the long dark hair and green eyes. But she had disappeared! Damn! She couldn't have gotten by him, back in the hotel. He looked both ways down the sidewalk, didn't see her.

"Fuck it," he muttered, and took off striding briskly down the street, eyes peeled for the woman that had, for the time being at least, broken the spell that was Cal's boredom.

 

[mac_crazy]

"Dammit, where could she have gone?"

Cal was getting impatient now, he'd walked a few blocks in every direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman in a coffee shop, or just wandering around the small town. But she was nowhere to be found. Had she doubled back and returned to the hotel?

"I knew this was a waste of time," Cal complained silently.

He was glad he had grabbed his heavy black Carhartt before he had come down from his room; It was a hell of a lot colder out here than he first thought, and he shivered. He paused, lit another cigarette, and started walking slowly back towards the hotel, snowflakes blowing in his face.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

Braiden started each and every jog off with a smoke; somehow, it just worked best that way.

Originally, she had never intended to go for a run. She had been lingering around the hotel office, hoping to run into some of the other bus passengers so she could at least bad mouth Greyhound with someone who appreciated their dillema. But that cigarette had felt a little stale and her pacing had seemed to only make things worse.

Hell, she hadn't even suited up for it, just started running from the semi-sheltered alcove outside the hotel office. The concrete hallways of the hotel had been slick with blowing snow but she paid them no mind.

Thirty minutes and almost five miles later, Braiden came happily jouncing back towards the sprawling mustard-toned walls of the hotel. She jogged past another huddled figure in a massive dark coat on the other side of the street and experienced some mild surprise.

Aside from a police cruiser or two, Braiden hadn't seen another soul during her whole run. How curious.

Shrugging, she gave a wry grin and moved back under the protective lengths of the hotel's outside hallways.

The relief from the howling wind and wildly blowing snow was tangible and she sighed deeply. Heart still pumping a bit madly, she jogged a bit down the hallway towards her room and then stopped in front of it, jogging in place and then moving into a series of muscle stretches and simple excercises to aid and stretch her freshly used muscles.

Of course, she had to have a smoke now - damned if she didn't feel so damned good now! She wished she had a hot tob or sauna to lounge in, but was content either way.

Giving a wry chuckle, she pulled at her smoke and continued twisting and turning, stretching and easing her now-tightening muscles in the dim concrete hallway.

"Mm, reminder to self: run more often in strange places and especially blizzard-like conditions," she murmured, laughing as she stretchd her leg high, placing it on the wall above her head and leaning forward...

 

[mac_crazy]

Cal was about 2 blocks from the hotel when a figure rushed by him, startling him. He had been silently cursing his recent bad luck that landed him in this pathetic corner the country, and didn't even hear the approaching footsteps.

"What the f..." he thought, as the slim feminine body bounced past him. "A jogger? In this weather?" He hadn't seen a single jogger since he arrived in West Virginia. He didn't get the sense that the residents of these parts did much exercising, except maybe the couch potato special: the 12 oz. Curl.

Before the jogger got to the end of the block, Cal realized it was Her.

"Hey! Hold On!" he yelled, but the wind was gusting big-time now, and it blew his words back in his face. She was really moving, too, Cal noticed, she must be in great shape.

Cal took off in a trot, in a vain attempt to catch up with the woman he was now infatuated with, although he'd still only seen her face for a moment. He knew he'd never make up the ground, but he picked up his pace anyway, now running harder towards the hotel.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

With a cigarette in one hand and her wallet in the other, Braiden was standing in front of the three vending machines and tapping her foot idly.

She needed something good and hot to drink - unfortunately, this vending locale contained an ice machine, a generic snack and junk food vendor, and a noisily humming pepsi machine.

Braiden had just been out running - she knew almost all of the surrounding businesses were closed in the storm, and none of the opened one had sounded like they would have anything she wanted.

Softly singing 'god-damned piece of shit hotel, from one hell hole to another' under her breath to the tune of 'Hotel California' she finally just bought herself a nut and chocolate laden candy bar and a can of Mountain Dew. She was about to depart, still singing her catchily re-styled song when a shadow crossed the doorway.

She glanced up, still smiling, albeit rather sardonically, her cigarette dangling from the corner of the mouth. She recognized the hulking, dark figure she had seen earlier outside the hotel and bobbed her head in greeting.

"Evening," she said. Her eyes flickered around before they moved back to the snow-covered figure.

A tiny, cinder-block room at the end of this grungy hotel hallway was probably not the best place to consider making friends, she found herself thinking.

 

[mac_crazy]

::Cal::

For the third time in less than an hour, Cal found himself cursing his bad luck. He had hustled back to the hotel entrance, glanced around, but no sign of Her.

"Probably married or a dyke anyway," he almost growled.

A postive thought finally crossed his mind: The portable coffee maker he almost left at home, but decided to include in his carry-on bag at the last minute. Good java is hard to find in a lot of cities, and he must have been thinking ahead about the chances of getting anything better than black water here in Larksburg. A hot cup of Joe would lift his spirts a bit.

He was headed back down the concrete corridor towards his room, brushing the snow off his jacket, when some movement to his left caught his eye as he passed the vending area. He backed up 2 steps to look again, and was rendered speechless when he saw Her standing there in front of the snack machine!!

"Uh...umm... I was chasing you... er, I mean, I was trying to catch up to you.... umm... Shit. Hi. I'm Cal. Cal Rodriguez."

She glanced up at him, kinda over her shoulder, and with a slight smirk, uttered one word:

"Evening."

Now what? In his rush to catch up with her, in his disappointment that he didn't, he hadn't taken the time to think of what to say if he did catch her!

"Evening. Um... Cold out there, huh?"

She nodded. Barely. Sparkling green eyes gazing directly at his cobalt blue ones, as if to say, "No shit, Sherlock," but in a coy way.

"Ya know, I was just about to go back to my room to get some hot coffee. Would you like to join me?"

He mentally whacked himself upside the head for that one. Idiot! What's she gonna do, go back to your room with you, a complete stranger? You could be some strangler/rapist/serial killer/insurance salesman!! Although, she did look like she could take care of herself; he noticed her athletic build and remembered her sprinting down the sidewalk.

"Um, I mean, I could bring some back out here, we could have coffee out here... You interested?"

She continued to stare at him, obviously not intimidated by his college linebacker's frame or his questionable invitation, just mulling over her options.

 

[restlessheart34]

OUTLAW

gets off his bed and goes to find something to eat and save his "bottle" for the road.