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Post by Shani on Jul 11, 2018 1:25:51 GMT -5
Along with Morgan and Amber, Callie joined up with Wayne behind the first door. Her heart was beating hard in her chest as more people came to stand with them. When the outer door closed and another one opened, revealing a staircase downward, she couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing hysterically. She laughed the whole way as she skipped down the stairs. Standing before the salamander, she tried to calm her jubilation, wiping tears from her eyes as the last busts of laughter escaped her. Feeling relaxed again, she stared at Pepper, and then blinked after a moment. "Ohh..." she uttered, as if realizing something. And then "Ooh!" as she looked at the things displayed on the table. She picked up an article of clothing and started looking it over with enthusiasm. "Are these for us?"
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Post by Toto-san on Jul 12, 2018 0:14:02 GMT -5
Wayne walked down the stairs with the others and watched Calliope run right up to the table. He was more cautious and looked around the room. It looked well kept. Perhaps more than he'd expected in an apocalypse, but then he supposed that it wasn't part of the apocalypse at all, was it? He stepped a bit further forward to stand a bit behind Callie and looked at who had apparently been their savior and at the same time the one who had denied entry to everyone one in the group. He also noticed that they were short and had the proportions of a woman. Had she been masking her voice the whole time she'd been talking to them on the radio and outside the bunker. He cocked his head and removed his gas mask, sticking it in his pack.
I guess this place is home now.
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Post by azirik on Jul 12, 2018 14:05:21 GMT -5
Morgan watched as the big horse walked down the stairs, he turned to Callie to ask something but she was already heading down behind the horse, so he turned to Wayne and found him heading down the stairs too. Morgan gave Amber's hand a squeeze and the two headed down behind the others, the walk seemed long till they were standing behind Callie but next to Wayne as Morgan looked at their host. He noticed the weapon their host was carrying and he took a deep breath if there was to a chance for this to work everyone would have to learn to trust each other and work together. He glanced at Callie then his eyes followed up the mountain next to them, he chuckled as a thought went through his head but was kept to himself and moved on to the now moment.
"Soo ahh hi."
Amber looked at Wayne and reached out to him letting her fingertips touch his wrist, it was more of a sign letting him know they were beside him. Amber was visibly shaken and her hand trembled slightly as she tried to calm down as more came down and stood around them. It was then as she felt things closing in that she gripped Morgans hand tightly and then took hold of Wayne's hand as her breathing quickened slightly. Ambers ears twitching and moving about listening to the movements of the others as the room filled. She whispered so very softly as the reality of everything began to sink in
"We..............left all those others............"
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Post by Riana on Jul 14, 2018 20:04:57 GMT -5
Winter slowly descended the stairs, not in a rush. The opossum was imagining her meeting with the prepper, how she'd first make him apologize for misleading them, and then thank him for choosing them out of all those people. It would only be fair. Upon getting to the large kitchen/living room area and the stocked table, she gazed across its length to the female salamander standing across from her. Like Callie, she stared and blinked. Then she blinked again hard, her mouth hanging open. Unlike the easygoing skunk, she exploded with "What!? He's a woman!?" A look of pure incredulity written on her face. Her hands clenched in a white grip at the edge of the table. "How can we trust anything you say?" Winter asked, her voice trembling, her eyes shining clear and dark as opals.
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Post by Tally Cat on Jul 15, 2018 17:05:33 GMT -5
Pepper steeled herself against the oncoming emotions. She maintained a straight face with great effort until she put the emotions away for now, knowing that it was in her best interest to respond to some degree in kind if she didn't want to be walked all over while everyone was here.
"You don't have to trust me. That's not why you entered this place and it's not why I let you in. But to answer the question that I presume most of you to be having in your heads right now, I decided to impersonate a male voice on the air waves and the speakers outside because of psychology. The way our world works right now, a masculine voice asserts authority. People immediately make pre-suppositions about someone when they hear their voice like that. I am female. This may have surprised you. It does not mean that I'm any weaker than I intended you to see me," Pepper said and eyed the small group before she put the safety back on her carbine and laid it carefully against the wall. "I promise that you will only hear the truth from me from now on. I understand if you still don't trust me, but it's the truth. Now, hopefully we can begin. First I would ask that everyone disarm, as I've done. I know I spotted some weapons on your persons, and I would rather they not be around the bunker both for your safety and for everyone else's, including my own. Every weapon will be kept in a locker until and unless it is needed, including this one, aside from the notable exception of one sidearm that I will allow any security to carry. I also keep one sidearm locked in my quarters at all times, but I will not carry it around the bunker. In addition, you'll need to change out of those clothes. Radiation might not have been lethal when you were out there, but any radioactive material inside of this bunker is going to be harmful, so we wash it out and you can have them back as soon as the wash and dry is done. You should also take this opportunity to shower as there is likely material in your fur and hair. I hope you understand my concern, as salamanders like myself as well as other amphibians literally breathe through their skin. I am nearly twice as likely to be harmed by radiation as you. Now, before I have you continue, I have one more thing to say. It is important for you to know that everything that you did outside of this bunker is behind you now. If you were a criminal, I don't care. If you were a crooked cop, I don't care. If you killed someone on your way here or before... that's your business, as long as you don't practice that particular business in this place. Anyway; set any weapons on the walls to your left and right, pick some clothes, and I will show you to the showers," Pepper spoke with a practiced calm, holding her hands behind her back and fingering the cuffs of the jacket that she knew that she'd have to wash as well. "Oh, one more thing," she said, pulling her hands forward. "Use these gloves when handling the clothes, please," she said and placed a box of dish washing gloves on the table, gazing at Calliope briefly. "Proceed."
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Post by Riana on Jul 17, 2018 19:25:03 GMT -5
Winter gave one last cold, hard stare to the salamander and then looked around at all the other people present. "Cole, if that's your real name, if we can't trust each other, we're not going to survive. People will be turning on each other like packs of wild animals when we need to be working together. I hope that we can all be honest with each other from now on," she said, taking the salamander's promise seriously. She understood now why she had impersonated a male voice, and respected her strength. She then raised both her hands, showing that she had no weapon to be disarmed of, as she didn't have it on her before the bombs dropped while she was travelling away from home, and didn't think to grab her rifle when she went back home to try and convince her fellow opossums to join her. The thought of their refusal saddened her, but it was their choice to make and they made it. Donning a pair of the rubber gloves, she picked up a random t-shirt and jeans, only giving them a cursory look to make sure they were the right size to fit, and stood aside to make room for the others.
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Post by azirik on Jul 17, 2018 23:05:17 GMT -5
Noah listens to Pepper with an open mind and a raised brow as he takes in the whole of what she is asking of everyone here, for a moment the old marine has the thought of testing this young lady to see if these are boast or fact. But when she places the firearm down against the near wall his brow raises again and as she comments on not caring what people did before getting here made Noah frown a little. With a snort, he looked at his belt and his old K-bar and placed a hand on it then looked right at Pepper and in a low deep almost soothing voice
"Mam ... this has been with me through wars and maybe even more years than some here have been alive......with all due respect mam...ta me this is a tool I use.....and I'd rather not hand it over to be tossed on some shelf like nothin."
He undoes his belt and slides the K-bar in its sheath off and walks over to the wall Pepper mentioned and places it down, he stands there for a moment as if thinking or saying goodbye. He then turns and looks at Pepper
"Trust can be given...Respect is earned. I will respect your wishes and for the safety of those here I'll hand her over."
He then walks back and looks at the rubber gloves then looks at his rather large hands then looks at Pepper
"There may be a problem here."
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Post by Shani on Jul 18, 2018 1:45:04 GMT -5
Callie met Pepper's gaze with a sheepish grin. "Oops!" Still holding her arms out in front of her, she released the clothing pinched between her fingers, letting it fall, pretending like her grabbing the clothes with her bare paws never happened. She hopped over to the box of gloves and equipped herself with the protective item, striking a heroic pose with her hands in the air. She resumed her rummaging for something that was colorful and cute and... "Wait! Does my guitar count as a weapon? Will I have to leave it behind? How are you going to clean it? I can't take it into the shower with me. And what about my other things in my backpack?" She sounded a little concerned, yet somehow still bubbly.
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Post by Tally Cat on Jul 18, 2018 1:52:14 GMT -5
"My first name is Pepper. Cole is my last name. My friends called me Pepsi or Pepsi Cola sometimes. Don't know why I'm telling you all this, though," Pepper said and smiled slightly at Noah as he laid his weapon against the wall. "Sorry to make you do that, but it's better that it not get into anyone else's hands even if I knew you and knew you were trustworthy. As for your hands... just do your best," she said and looked at Calliope before the comedy of her mannerisms coerced a full and real smile onto her face. "You're going to be a fun one, aren't you? Well, clean your guitar the way you would if anything else were on it and aside from that it's about harm reduction. We can't expect that no radiation at all has made it inside but we can clean up after we're done here. Oh, that reminds me. You can all take off your shoes here, too, if you don't mind. Keep the radioactive materials that are on the bottoms from sticking around anywhere else and we'll be cleaning them, too," Pepper articulated. "Now, let's get to it so I can show you to the showers and after that give you the tour," she said and tried to smile again, finding it hard to. She looked over to Callie again, though, knowing that it would make her smile again like she wanted to for these people.
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Post by Toto-san on Jul 20, 2018 1:39:05 GMT -5
Wayne stepped up and put the gloves on, careful not to puncture the ends, and grabbed what he could find that would fit him. A t-shirt and sweatpants for now. He held them carefully out from himself and gazed around the room, taking in the look of the walls, layered with components, vents, and other electrical elements. He observed that this place had been quite changed from its apparent initial appearance of a military base, possible a control room for the silo. It looked very civilian, which was no doubt due to the work that Pepper had done to change it to suit a group of random people that were relatively unlikely to be military. Wayne shuffled his feet, anxious to get moving to shower and put on these clothes so he could settle down. His legs and feet both ached. The shuffling wasn't helping with that but it was giving him something to focus on instead of the events that had transpired so far. Lydia's death. Wayne committing murder to 'avenge' her. Wayne raising his gun again at another man who had clearly been a malicious figure. Those thoughts came rushing back, but he consoled himself a bit by reminding himself what would have likely happened if the man had been allowed to take the woman away from her husband and into his car. Lawlessness was the trait of this world, now, but that wasn't Wayne's way. That reminded him of his pistol and set the clothes down for a moment while he pulled it out of the back of his pants and set it down against the wall that Pepper had indicated. Wayne sighed. Even though he intended to be who he had been before the bombs, he knew he now had one literally fatal mistake in his own record in his mind. It didn't feel better that he was the only one that knew about it.
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Post by azirik on Jul 21, 2018 20:51:14 GMT -5
Morgan watched as Winter, Callie then Wayne all stepped up to get what they needed from the table. He looked at Pepper for a moment as she spoke to everyone, he then went over to the wall and placed his AR on it followed by a camping knife and then two pistols. Once done he walked back to Amber and he got two sets of the gloves, one for him and the other for Amber. Giving Amber the gloves he smiled at her trying to get her to smile, but she just whimpered at him. With a sigh, he whispered to her then removed his boots before he found some clothing that would fit him and moved near Wayne and the others. He watched Wayne and the others as he waiting to see what would happen next.
Amber was in a daze as the reality of what had just happened set in. She blinked when Morgan gave her gloves and whispered to her something. She removed her boots then She put the gloves on and picked out some clothing. She then went and stood next to Morgan and took a deep breath
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Post by Tally Cat on Jul 23, 2018 0:01:53 GMT -5
Pepper nodded and gestured with her hand in the direction of the stairs that led down to the living area that she'd been in before. After her new friends proceeded in that direction, she followed after them, watching them carefully and picking up a new set of her own clothes. When they reached that level, she stepped ahead of them and pulled the cover off a button, pressing it. A steel door ahead of them clicked repeatedly as its locks slid to the unlocked position. The door opened outward into a tunnel that lead to another such door that was already open. In this room were several doors with symbols for male, female, and both above them respectively. The one with both symbols on it seemed to be smaller than the others. To the right was what appeared to be an elevator, having a button with an arrow pointing down and a slot for a key not far above it.
"Use whichever one makes you comfortable. Just try to make each other as comfortable as possible as well," she said. "Behind the doors are showers, toilets, and of course sinks for washing your hands. Please try to conserve water and if you happened to bring your own conditioner or anything else like that with you... do NOT use it on your hair. It will cause the radioactive particles to bond with the follicles. I'll introduce you to the elevator later. Now, have at thee," Pepper said and smiled genuinely, stepping into the female wash/bathroom herself. She opened a curtain, set her clothes down on a little bench inside, and closed the curtain. Hanging over each bench was a towel and further inside was another curtain that led to the actual shower.
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Post by azirik on Jul 24, 2018 21:45:11 GMT -5
Morgan and Amber followed and when Pepper commented on what to do and where to go and what needed to be done. They watched where Pepper went then the two took each other's hand and walked to the one that had both male and female symbols. The two looked up at the sign then at each other, Amber gave a little smile to Morgan and she leads him in. Inside they carefully laid the clean clothing down on the bench and then moved away a little and began to help each other out of their makeshift fallout suits. Morgan had to unwrap the duct tape from Ambers suite then Amber did the same for him. Once they had a carefully stacked pile of their old clothing the two began to undress and add their other clothing to the pile. Amber smiled as she removed her sports bra and glanced at Morgan who had just slipped out of his boxers and had tossed them into the pile to be removed. Amber just smiled as she watched her husband as he sighed then turned to her and smiled at her "How you feeling hon?" Morgan asked with a soft smile as he walked up to her and gave her nose a little lick. Amber smiled
"Doing better I think...I just..can't think about ..."
Morgan leaned in and nuzzled Ambers' cheek and nipped her ear to quickly stop her from saying another thing about those left outside. Amber softly giggled and looked up at him
"These are my last lacy panties......you want to take them off?"
she said with a lil smirk. Morgan looked down at the thin strap of lace and smiled, then just reached down and grabbed them and yanked them off causing the thin band to snap easily
"I have soooooo always wanted to do that."
he said with a smirk. Amber just stood there with a raised brow
"You're a derp...... you know that.?"
she said with a smile. Morgan smirked and walked to the shower and started getting the water ready. Amber looked at their pile of old clothes and realized something, she quickly left the room and went to where she saw Pepper, for a brief moment a nude coyote could be streaking from one room to another and then peeked in so just her bare butt is seen with the tail wagging
"Ahhh Pepsi?...... what do you want us to do with the old clothing ?" Amber smiled brightly "I kinda forgot."
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Post by Ichigo on Jul 24, 2018 23:36:16 GMT -5
Among the group of the 11 accepted was a child, a small red fox kit no older than twelve. She stood there swaying slightly and holding herself up by leaning a hand against a wall. The girl was in a daze as she was recalling everything that had led her to end up in this bunker. It was a series of unfortunate events if there ever was one.
After getting into an argument with her beloved father over dinner last night, Misty had snuck out of her bedroom window and run away from home. She hadn't prepared very well, taking with her only a backpack of some food, water, an extra sweater, and her allowance. But that was with the expectation that her father would send out a search party for her as soon as he noticed that she was gone and would bring her back home in no time, proving that he loved her after all. He just had to. There was no other way for things to turn out.
That was the night before the bombs fell. In the chaos, the panic and confusion, her parents must have not realized that she wasn't with them when they were evacuated. They had noticed when it was too late, and then they weren't allowed to go back, weren't allowed to search for her. Their lives were more important than hers. At least that was how she had rationalized it when no one had come for her. Angry, upset, scared and alone, she had set out down the side of a road, hoping to find help from a passing car that would have taken her out of the city to someplace safe. And then after that she would have focused on contacting her parents.
She walked for what felt like several hours before she had come across another living being. Her legs ached and her feet were sore. She had finished her bottle of water and half of the snacks she had packed. The road had been empty, speckled with an abandoned car here and there. Empty, save for a couple of figures heading her way. When the two had gotten closer, she saw that they were armed. One had a knife and the other had a revolver. The young fox had been struck dumb when one of them asked her to hand over all of her things. She had tried bartering with them, tried offering money from her father. Had said that if they brought her to him, safe and sound, he would reward them both handsomely. But the tall one had said that her daddy's probably dead, or that she's lying, or how none of that matters anymore because “Haven't you heard? It's the end of the world.”
In the end, they had taken everything from her. Misty had lain in the grass, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body cold, and practically naked. The dress she had worn was brand new and was probably worth a lot of money. So was her sweater and the backpack it was in. Her father would only get her the nicest things. Thinking that he may be gone forever, that she would never see him again, she had begun to cry harder, and the world blurred out around her.
An indiscernible amount of time had passed. Her ears had just barely picked up the sound of an approaching car, it coming to a stop beside her, the slamming of its door, followed by footsteps. She had then heard a voice, a male voice, but couldn't make out what it was saying. Everything had sounded muffled, looked blurred, and felt numb. A warm hand had touched upon her shoulder, and she felt herself being moved and lifted upright, as some kind of cloth draped around her, and then she had been carried. When her senses had come back to her, the girl had found herself staring down at her lap, now clad in the thick fabric of an old and tattered red hoodie that was much too big for her. Beside her had sat its owner, now only in a t-shirt. Definitely a grown-up of over 18, but younger than her parents, it had been a feline of some kind who had been sitting at the wheel of what appeared to be his car, driving them somewhere, his radio transmitting a set of numbers. He'd asked if she was alright, to which she nodded, and they drove the rest of the way in silence.
They had arrived at what looked like an old missile silo, around which a crowd of people had already clustered. Misty hadn't remembered much of what followed, except that she had been carried out of the car, there had been arguing among the people, and a voice had told them who qualified to enter and who didn't. What she did remember clearly was that the cat had set her down, had given her a soft nudge on the back towards the open metal door, and had said, “Go. You're a minor.”
“W-what about you?” she'd asked feebly, casting a gaze back over her shoulder. He had just smiled listlessly and shrugged. Had he not thought he had a useful skill? He hadn't even spoken up about what his skills were!
“No, no, no, don't stay out there, you must come too -”
He had then pushed her into the arms of the next person to have been accepted into the bunker, her body being helplessly pulled along like she was a rag doll.
“Don't, please,” she had sobbed. She hadn't even known him that long, hadn't even known his name, but he had saved her, and she had felt closer to him than to any of the strangers that were crowding around her now in the short hallway. The outer door had closed, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe.
So here she was, listening to a salamander's instructions on what they should do next. Limping over to the table, she put on the gloves, too large for her small hands, and picked up the first thing from the kid-sized pile of clothing. Ordinarily, she would have been very picky about what she wore, making sure that it was of high quality fabric, and of her favorite color, and of a style that flattered her features. But none of that mattered to her now.
Following along with the rest of the group to the showers, she entered the female washroom and disappeared behind a curtain, the one next to Pepper's. Setting her clean clothes down on the bench, she began to undress, pulling the over-sized hoodie off over her head. She turned it over in her hands, examining it. A couple of wet spots appeared on its surface, darkening the fabric. She realized that tears were falling from her eyes. Dropping to her knees, still too weak to stand for extended periods of time, the girl buried her face in the thick material and allowed herself to cry freely until there were no more tears left to cry.
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Post by Riana on Jul 25, 2018 19:35:04 GMT -5
Winter looked down at her boots, and then down at her rubber glove-covered hands. She could have set the clothing back down on the table and taken the gloves off and then removed her boots, but there was a faster way. Raising one leg up, she wrapped her prehensile tail around the ankle and heel of the boot, and pulled. Thud. There was now a cowboy style boot laying on the floor. She repeated the process on the other foot. Thud. It was very helpful indeed to have a fifth appendage. Winter, sans boots, went down the stairs to the living area along with the others, and then down the tunnel, all the while gazing around and marveling at the level of security that every door was under.
Stepping into the female wash/bathroom and ducking behind one of the curtains, Winter proceeded to disrobe. First, she took off her leather jacket, which she hoped wouldn't get damaged by some unsavory laundry method. If she could help it, she would oversee the washing system that Pepper had in place. Then she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down her jeans. When she was fully in the nude, she glanced about the washroom, looking for something like a hamper to put the contaminated clothes in. Spotting a small square metal door in one wall, like a drawer, she pulled on its handle, causing it to swing open downwards. She peeked down its length. It appeared to be a chute. Letting her garments fall down into its depths, the opossum turned towards the second curtain and drew it aside. She sighed freely; it was about time that she took a nice warm shower.
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