Still getting that “Error connecting to server” message and have to use a VPN to connect. I think a lot of people must still be getting the same error because I’m hardly getting any rp on Omegle.
Thanks for confirming. When I first logged on it asked me for Captcha,so I thought it might be because there was weird activity on my IP range again. Lame.
You: Reporting to Pierce was never a pleasant experience for the Winter Soldier, but he obeyed without fail to show up in his office. He stood to attention without speaking and waited to be addressed.
Stranger: Pierce watched him as he entered the room, before he stood and walked over to him, looking him over. He made the Soldier give mission reports for the last mission he was out on, before he grabbed him by the hair at the back of his neck. "Tell me, how has Rumlow been handling you?"
You: He listed out the results for each mission without hesitation. Surely Pierce must have received written reports from his handler. His head tipped back from the grip Pierce had on his head, but he remained docile. "He treats me fairly. We work well together."
Stranger: "Good." Pierce mumbled, loosening the grip on his hair a bit before petting his fingers through it. "After missions, you are to take care of him. In whatever way he may need." He explained, looking the soldier over again before meeting his eyes. "Do you understand what I mean?"
You: He understood the gist of it and would follow the orders without question like he did every mission. "Yes, sir." He answered meeting Pierce's eyes without any animosity towards him. What he didn't understand was why he had to take care of Agent Rumlow at all. He stood and waited to be dismissed.
Stranger: "You may go." Pierce said, turning away from him before looking over his shoulder at him. "Go to Rumlow. He's probably waiting to hear why I wanted you."
You: The Soldier nodded and stepped out of the room. Next was to find Rumlow.
Sir, where are you? I need to report to you. -WS
Stranger: I'm in my room. BR
What did Pierce want? BR
You: He didn't waste time explaining and could do so in person. He knocked to announce himself and answered Rumlow's question then. "I'm to report to you after missions and see to your needs. I'm ... to take care of you and give you whatever you want." He repeated Pierce's words without elaborating. That was all he'd been told.
Stranger: Rumlow looked him over, before he raised his eyebrow. "Whatever I want?" He asked, reaching out slowly to hold his chin. "What do you think he means by that?" He asked with a little smile, waiting to see what the Soldier would do.
You: "Exactly what he said, which would be whatever you wanted." He'd long ago learned that his body didn't belong to himself. Pierce or the scientists that oversaw his repairs or the physicians that tended to his injuries all touched him without asking. His handler touching to inspect him was something new. "I didn't think he meant in your doorway though."
Stranger: Brock smiled and moved to let the Soldier inside, closing the door behind them before he watched him for any sign of body language. "What if I want you to suck me off. You know how to do that?" He asked, curiously. He knew that the higher ups took advantage of the Soldier, but he didn't know to what extent.
You: He stepped inside and didn't answer him directly. So that was what Rumlow wanted. Pierce had to have suspected what it was that Rumlow wanted. Did Rumlow want it before the offer had been made to him? Did Rumlow request it? "Tell me what to do," he answered instead.
Stranger: Rumlow stood across the room, looking at him before he nodded towards the bed. "Get on the bed. Undress and relax. I want to make you feel good for once. Then, maybe then, we'll take care of me." He ordered, watching and waiting for the Soldier to move. "I think you deserve a break from whatever everyone else does. Do they ever take care of you?" He asked.
You: "I'm supposed to take care of you. That's what Pierce ordered." Not having any specifics to go by left what he was supposed to do ambiguous. He nonetheless undressed and hung his clothes over a chair. Nudity wasn't an issue for him and he sat down on the edge of the bed. "They fix me when I need it, stitch me up and put me back together."
Stranger: "This is taking care of me. It's what I want, Winter." He replied, walking towards him and cupping his jaw. Brock looked into the Soldier's eyes before settling their foreheads together. "That's not what I meant. Do they ever make you come? Help you feel good?" He asked, letting the hand that wasn't holding the Soldier's jaw ease down his chest, stopping just below his bellybutton.
You: Rumlow was too close and if he knew any better he'd recognize that Brock was teasing him by how low down his body his hand was. He was merely inspecting him, although he had no injuries, he thought to himself. "No. Why would they?" he asked impassively, neither leaning into Rumlow's touch or pulling away from it.
Stranger: Brock smiled a little, letting his hand fall even farther to wrap it around the Soldier's cock lightly. "Have you come? Can you remember coming?" He asked, softly, letting his hand start pumping around him. After a few strokes, he brushed his thumb over the head of the Soldier's cock to wipe up some of the precome that was leaking out of the tip. "I want you to relax. Just feel good. Make whatever sounds you want, you can move and buck and whatever comes naturally, okay?"
You: He tensed and looked down at his cock in Rumlow's hand gradually growing from soft and firming up with each passing stroke. "No," he answered both questions with a shake of his head. Rumlow's finger ran through the slick on the head and he was surprised at how fast he'd grown hard. He was unsure of how to respond to it even with Brock's coaxing and gripped the edge of the bed, his mouth opening and closing silently.
Stranger: Brock smiled a little and leaned in to kiss his jaw softly. "You're doing so good, Winter." He whispered to him, trailing his kisses over to his mouth, pressing their lips together gently. "Being such a good boy for me. That's right. You're doing good. Stay relaxed." He whispered softly, before he twisted his wrist around him. "What if I suck you off? You've done that to other people, right? What if I do it to you? Do you want that?" He asked, letting his mouth fall to bite and suck gently at the base of the Soldiers neck, knowing any marks he made would be gone in a few hours.
You: He was shaking after the kiss to his lips, Brock's lips soft and as gentle as the whisper he spoke in. It was hard to tell what had him shuddering, the effort it took to keep him from pushing into Brock's hand, the kisses, the twist of his hand that made his cock twitch. The praise or the offer. "Do it." His voice was husky and he grunted softly at the attention paid to his neck. What was the point of doing this if Brock wasn't getting anything out of it?
Stranger: Brock growled a little, his hand halting around the Soldier's cock before he dug his teeth a bit deeper into the skin at his neck before he moved his mouth to Winter's ear. "Do /not/ give me orders." He whispered, shoving him down so his back was flat on the bed. "I /offered/ you something. You /ask/ for it. You do not give me orders. Understood?" He asked, but before Winter could answer, Brock was licking up the length of his cock, taking the tip into his mouth and wrapping his hand around the shaft to jerk him off while he hallowed his cheeks out around the head. A few seconds later, he moved his hand to sink down on the soldier's cock, taking him to the base and moaning at the weight and taste of him in his mouth.
You: A moments pleasure had made him forget his place and he fell back on the bed, better understanding how Brock wanted things. He wanted him to come and be grateful and enjoy what he was being given. Brock's mouth was good at it too, sucking him in and drawing a groan out of the Asset. He didn't dare reach out and touch him and curled his fingers into the covers, twisting on the fabric when he wanted to push up and fuck his throat.
Stranger: Brock glanced up to catch his fingers twisting in the fabric of the sheets and he pulled his mouth off of him. "You can touch me, if you want. Put your fingers in my hair or scratch at my shoulders. It's okay. You can fuck my throat, too, if you want. Your hips feel tense." He offered, his voice rough from the abuse it had been taking in the form of the Soldier's cock, then he sank right back down on him. He looked up through his eyelashes to watch for the Soldier's reaction.
You: Brock was right. His whole body felt taught with tension and it was all radiating from where his lips had been wrapped around his cock. He took Brock's offer as he would an order and grasped him by the shoulder with his right hand, the left hand pushing through his hair to cradle the back of his head. Keeping him like this the Asset pushed his hips up, plunging his cock down Brock's throat in smooth thrusts, listening and watching for any protest and grunting each time he felt him close around the head.
Stranger: A low moan rumbled in Brock's chest when the Soldier finally started moving. He closed his eyes and relaxed his jaw to give him more leeway, moving his hands to urge his hips faster as he paid attention to the tell tale signs that the Asset was getting close to coming. His brain had near turned off in it's focus on getting the Soldier off, but that was started to be overridden by the growing bulge in his pants that would need attention as soon as he was done with Winter.
You: He could feel tension building in him in a different way, a sensation low down in his belly that wanted to erupt out of him. He was zoned in on the brush of Brock's lips and tongue and the suction that threatened to make him spill right down Brock's throat. That hadn't been explicitly stated, that he'd be allowed to come like this. "I can't hold back," he warned and stopped thrusting, afraid that anything more would be too much.
Stranger: Brock smiled at how he stopped himself, pinning his hips to the mattress before he started bobbing his head on the Soldier's cock, moving from just barely sucking the head to taking him to the base fully, nose pressed against the Asset's abdomen. He moved faster with each movement, giving moans and eager grunts as he went, pressing his hips down harder to keep him from moving but encouraging him to come. Getting off on getting the Asset off was something Brock had dreamed about and it was turning out to be even better than he ever could have imagined.
You: He was kept from thrusting and he grunted in frustration. What he wanted was to fist his hands into his hair and rock his hips and fuck Brock's mouth until he came down his throat. Brock had other ideas and he wasn't allowed to get ahead of himself. This was all for Brock's pleasure, more or less as instructed. He only held onto Brock's shoulders as his body shook with pleasure, overcome by how good Brock's mouth felt gliding down his cock and that was how he came, held in place and made to spill over his tongue and down his throat with a cry that sounded both frustrated and satisfied.
Stranger: Brock swallowed every bit of come that the Soldier gave up, before slowing to a stop and easing off his cock. Then, he trailed kisses up his abdomen, resting his chin in the middle of his chest and looking up at him with a little. "How do you feel now, Winter?" He asked, biting at his lip and letting his hands rub over the Asset's hips and thighs.
You: He felt dazed and more alive than he had in a very long time. His body still shook with little tremors that subsided slowly, making his limbs feel heavy. "Good," was his simple answer. He felt warm too and Brock lying on top of him felt comfortable rather than oppressive. Looking at Brock he thought the man looked smug after bringing him to orgasm. "What about you, sir? How would you like me to take care of you?" he asked and moved a thigh so that it pressed against the hard bulge in Brock's pants.
Stranger: The soldier's movement of his thigh to press against him made Brock close his eyes and let out a little laugh. "How about we switch positions and you can do whatever you want to me. And if I don't like it, I'll let you know." He offered, rolling over so that he could push himself up onto the bed and kick out of his pants and boxers with ease. His cock sprung free at full attention, and he reached his hand out for the Soldiers. "We'll start here; give me your hand." He said, taking the Soldier's hand and bringing it to his cock, wrapping it around him and showing him how tight he liked it. "Just like that. Then just-" He gasped as the Soldier started moving his wrist and he nodded, licking his lips and closing his eyes. "Yeah. Fuck, just like that. Do whatever you want and I'll tell you if you can keep doing it or not."
You: He rolled onto his side and watched Brock undress until he was reeled in where Brock wanted him. The change of position was different, but he followed the instructions, squeezing Brock's cock in his hand the way he showed him to. He must have grown this hard sucking him off and must have enjoyed it. They both had, which was baffling to him. He mimicked how Brock had kissed his neck and scraped hid teeth over his skin. He wasn't sure what he should do and at what stage he'd be yanked away by his hair. The Asset kissed his chest, trying to think where his own body was sensitive most and nipped softly at a nipple the same time his wrist twisted in the same motion Brock had used on him.
Stranger: Brock's body convulsed under the Soldier at the attention to his nipple and twist around his cock. "Oh fuck, baby..." He groaned, bringing his hand up to grip at the Asset's hair, holding him in place. "Fuck, you can bite there; you can leave marks anywhere clothes covers. Okay? If clothes won't cover it, don't leave marks. Bruises, bite marks, scratches, anything." He breathed out, continuing to rock his hips in time with the Soldier's movements around his cock until he calmed himself enough to stop and loosen the grip in his hair.
You: He froze in place until he realized he wasn't about to be reprimanded and watched Brock as he sucked on his nipple. He wouldn't know what was allowed or not if he wasn't told. The way he nuzzled at his peck surely had to scratch, his stubble remaining unshaven since they returned back from their mission. Was this what Pierce had meant with the way he had to take care of Brock? Would he have to report back the details as he did with his other missions? He pushed those thoughts aside and focused on his task, but curious, he stopped the motion of his hand and swapped it with his left instead. The metal digits curled around him and held his cock wile the thumb pressed against the flushed head of his cock. "Do you like this too, sir?"
Stranger: Brock as moaning under him, body lax and sweaty under the Asset's. When he switched hands, Brock was about to reprimand him until the cool metal wrapped around him tightly. It sucked the air out of his body and made him squeeze his eyes shut, arching his back under the touch. All he could do for the first few moments of contact was nod until he caught his breath. "Fuck yeah, I like that, too." He whispered. The metal arm was something Brock had fantasized about extensively but had been worried about how it would play out in action. This, though, was better than perfect.
You: There was a tense moment when he thought he'd be pushed away and beaten - or worse, but Brock melted under him again. More confident that he was on the right track he moved his hand, the smooth metal warming up from the heat coming off Brock's flesh. He was concerned that the drag of the metal might cause too much friction, but the moisture leaking from Brock made things more slick and he could grip him without worrying too much about chafing him. The Asset moved his position so that he was kneeling between Brock's legs, his body leaning over him as he kissed his chest and watched him intently. He used his other hand as well by taking a hold of Brock's sac and rolling his balls in his fingers and trying something else by pressing a finger just behind them. He didn't bring himself off, but he had explored his own body by feel and knew where it was most sensitive.
Stranger: Brock moaned loudly at the way the Asset teased him, letting out a little groan. "I'm gonna come, Winter. You want me to come on your metal hand or in your mouth?" He asked, breathlessly, feeling completely wrecked and too close to the edge of coming.
You: He was surprised that he was given the option. "My hand, sir." He firmly pumped his cock in his hand, making sure not to apply too much pressure. Brock had to know how strong that hand in particular, how it could snap a man's neck with just the right grip and a snap of his wrist, yet here he was, moaning from the way it squeezed and stroked him.
Stranger: With a little nod, Brock tossed his head back and bucked his hips up into the hand, then moaned loudly. "Fucking Christ, Winter..." He breathed out, before he came with a little cry. "Shit, you're good at this." He whispered, breathing heavily as he came down.
This is a conversation between Adriane (Second-Born Prince, wanders off from the castle often, innocent, white hair, purple eyes) and Mason (gay, any rp setting).
Adriane (Second-Born Prince, wanders off from the castle often, innocent, white hair, purple eyes): Adriane was the second born Prince of a rather wealthy kingdom to the south of the great forests, the castle and capitol rather close to it's edge. Adriane was not blessed with the strength and prowess in battle as his brother had been but rather a sweetness and delicateness that endeared most politicians he met. The beautiful, young Prince however wandered from the grounds often, much like today where he had ventured out into the woods beyond the wall, curious and exploring to his hearts content. His long white hair was pulled back into a braid as explored
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Mason was out hunting when he happened on the boy. He lived a simple enough life and lived on his own away from the castle, city or nearest town. When people needed him he responded to lend a hand, but beyond going to smaller town to trade he kept to his own. Today his venturing had sent him closer to the castle and he was surprised to find someone else wandering alone. "Who goes there?" he called out. "You're a little under prepared if you're going hunting."
Adriane (Second-Born Prince, wanders off from the castle often, innocent, white hair, purple eyes): Adriane had jumped at the sound of another voice, turning around to face the hunter before he calmed down. "No, not hunting, just... exploring. I don't get out much." He refrained from giving his name.
Mason (gay, any rp setting): He looked unimpressed. "You've wandered a bit further out than you might have guessed. The king's men keep this area free of beasts, but you shouldn't underestimate how dangerous something like a wild boar can be. Be on your way, boy. Back to your mother with you." Mason had been around nobles and peasants alike and by the look of it the boy was either a noble or a pampered merchant's son. He had a delicateness about him that showed he had an easy life.
Adriane (Second-Born Prince, wanders off from the castle often, innocent, white hair, purple eyes): "I know where I am and I know most of the men who keep this place free of beasts. I'm not an idiot... I'm just curious about the fauna of the area." He huffed, crossing his arms. "And my mother is dead thank you very much." The Queen had died in childbirth five years ago and Adriane was the spitting image of her.
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Mason was slightly amused by his reaction. His manners must be slipping from being alone for long stretches at a time that he chose to continue to tease the boy rather than apologize. "You could still happen on something dangerous doing that. I could be a wolf for all you know. You're not exactly quiet. Anyone could have found you."
Adriane (Second-Born Prince, wanders off from the castle often, innocent, white hair, purple eyes): "But you're not and I'm not afraid of you." His cheeks colored at the teasing and he walked off in an attempt to get away from the hunter, going to a meadow nearby that he knew would be empty at this time and the tall grass almost swallowed him up when he sat.
Mason (gay, any rp setting): He certainly wasn't and Mason smiled as he watched him walk away. Mason still wanted fresh meat to cook tonight and he wasn't going to have any if he wasted time speaking to handsome youths in the forest. He made a mental note of where the boy was in case something happened and set off in another direction.
Adriane (Second-Born Prince, wanders off from the castle often, innocent, white hair, purple eyes): Adriane sat in the meadow, some deer wandering in and surprisingly settling by him- he had a way with animals that very few people had. He could make a wolf roll over for him- though it had to be a lone one for that to succeed. A fox and her kits joined him, playing nearby or settling in his lap.
Mason (gay, any rp setting): The tracks Mason had been following doubled around and back to the meadow not far away. He spotted his quarry drinking from a creek and he took aim with his bow and hit his mark from where he was kneeling at the edge of the clearing. He walked the distance to where the deer lay slain and saw the boy from earlier sitting nearby. Mason held his hand up in greeting. "We meet again."
Adriane (Second-Born Prince, wanders off from the castle often, innocent, white hair, purple eyes): Adriane gasped when he saw the deer fall, blood running into the creek from the dead body. The other's scattered then, fleeing from him and the hunter, the fox mother and her kits going back to their den. "So we do and you've scared all my friends away."
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Mason looked apologetic with his same gruffness about him. "This is how I make my living. Like them I have to eat." He pulled the arrow free from the body. "How is it that you charm them? Are you a witch?"
Adriane (Second-Born Prince, wanders off from the castle often, innocent, white hair, purple eyes): "I know not, but I've always been able to do so. Some say I get it from my mother, she was from the lands far to the north, on the other side of the forest. I've heard rumors that the people there have a deep connection with the earth and elements." He offered in explanation, standing and brushing off his clothes.
Mason (gay, any rp setting): He nodded in understanding. That would explain the white hair. Their northern neighbors didn't often venture into their kingdom and people with such pure, white hair were scarce. "No offense meant. I'll honor this creature by making good use of its meat." He picked up the carcass and slung it over his shoulder. "I'm heading home. You should consider doing the same."
Adriane (Second-Born Prince, wanders off from the castle often, innocent, white hair, purple eyes): He nodded, a bit happier that nothing would be wasted as the furs could be made into clothes and the skins has their uses and the antlers too. "I will-" he was cut off by the sound of heavy armour clanking that grew louder and louder. "Your highness, there you are! How many times must we tell you not to wander off like that, you could have been hurt." A knight scolded, his amour bearing the kings crest- he was one of his personal guard. "I'm sorry Gerald... I'll take someone with me next time I wish to explore."
Mason (gay, any rp setting): The boy seemed appeased and the quiet between them was interrupted by the sound of knights surrounding them. Mason grimaced and looked away. The last thing he needed was this. "Highness?" he said in surprise. His mother, that was where he got his white hair from. It all made sense now. He scoffed out a laugh and one of the knights turned to him. "Who are you? What were you doing with the prince?" Before Mason could answer another knight interjected. "Sir Wolfe? I nearly didn't recognize you. How long has it been?" Mason forced a smile and pointed to his deer. "Aye, a long time. I was out hunting. I should be on my way home, if you knights would excuse me."
Adriane (Second-Born Prince, wanders off from the castle often, innocent, white hair, purple eyes): "Sorry for keeping my status from you. I can't stand it sometimes when people act like they're dirt beneath me and not human once I tell them... but it seems I wasn't the only one to withhold information.
I thought this was cute. Put me in the mood for more Fallout style Post Apocalyptia.
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This is a conversation between Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au) and Mason (gay, any rp setting).
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I was roaming the city, entering and looking through every building, looking for medical supplies, I had gotten scraped up after failing at climbing over the rubble pile that blocked the entrance to the city. I had used up all my stuff on a group because there were kids who needed it* God damned people!*I kick a rock* Why do I waste my self on others?!?
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Mason had stripped the stores that still had supplies for everything that he could reasonably carry and that wouldn't spoil quickly. As it was there were meager pickings to be had and he didn't think he'd have to share anything he found with anyone, but as it turned out there was a kid scouring the place as well. "Hey," he called out simply and held up his hand to show he was friendly.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I keep walking, kicking trash and rocks as I go, showing no sign of noticing you, I head into a convenience store and walk through the aisles, looking for anything, stopping and looking at some magazines *
Mason (gay, any rp setting): The kid didn't seem to hear him, which he thought was dangerous. He could have been someone with ulterior motives. Mason rubbed the back of his neck and thought to do the neighborly thing by introducing himself. This time he came up to him, making sure not to make it all of a sudden and tried to catch his attention again. "Hey. Didn't you hear me back there? You should pay more attention."
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I look up dropping my magazine and my hand going straight to my hip where my knife was sheathed*Who a-are you?!?*I back up, going into defense mode, I didn't know if you had followed me or if you were here before, either way you could be dangerous*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): He held up his hands to show that they were empty. "Easy there, kid." It would be laughably easy to take the kid down even if he had a knife. "My name's Mason. I was just wondering whether you were okay. Do you have a group you're with? It's not exactly safe to go wandering and scavenging on your own."
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): I'm Jacob and no, I'm alone, I go from group to group, I'm a hopper, I haven't really met anyone else who was alone who wasn't hyper-masculine. And I don't need your help*I pick up the magazine and toss it with the rest, my palms quite scraped up from falling off of the rubble pile, they're just barely starting to heal* what about you? Are you alone?
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "Hyper-masculine," he echoed with a bark of a laugh. He supposed he fit into that category with how rugged he looked and his rifle slung casually over his shoulder. Mason was armed to the teeth and knew how to use every weapon he carried with deadly accuracy. "Yes, I'm alone. Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): It's alright, I don't really care. And yes I said hyper-masculine, which you don't seem different from the last ones to be honest, you're introduction was less douchey though. *grab a magazine with mostly nude men on the front, flipping through it*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Mason looked at him in amusement. He couldn't find it in himself to get annoyed by this scrap of a kid, not when he was looking so put out and brazenly paging through a dirty magazine without a care. "At least my introduction included a name. What's yours?"
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I look up when you speak again as to understand what you're saying* Jacob...the runt that no group wants to drag along because he can't hear*i go back to flipping through the magazine*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): So that was it. No wonder he hadn't heard him when he called out to him the first time. "Folks have no sense of community these days when it doesn't serve them to be charitable. I'm about ready to set up camp for the night. Why don't you come join me and we can have a meal together. You can head your own way in the morning again." There wasn't anything else left to raid and night would be falling soon. "I can take a look at your hands for you too, get it cleaned up."
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I look at my hands and back at you, hesitating a moment* Yeah, sure *I grab another magazine and shove it into my backpack with the first one* let me just give this store a once over real quick yeah?*i look at you with a raised eyebrow in question*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "Okay, but we don't have all day." He leaned back against the wall and let the kid do what he wanted until he was ready to go. "Maybe you'll find something more useful than a pair of magazines," he teased lightly.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): Hey, don't underestimate magazines my friend *I laugh softly and go through the aisles, checking under them as well, finding a small tube of anti-itch cream* least it's something...*I mutter to myself as I walk back over to you* Alright, I'm done Mason *I walk over to where I started*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "Okay, let's get going." He had a general idea of where he wanted to go. On his way in he's spotted a house that was easily defensible that could serve as a temporary home until he decided to head out again. He set his pack down and fished around in it to take out his medical supplies. "Come over here. Let me take a look at your hands."
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I do as you say and hold out my hands, a neutral expression on my face* it's not that bad, I'm sure it'll heal over soon enough. Honestly, you don't have to waste supplies on me*i look up at you genuinely questioning you on whether or not you want to *
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "You're right, doesn't look too bad, but let's disinfect it just to be safe." Better to be safe than sorry. He went about doing so and talked as he worked. "How did it happen?"
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): Well you know that big garbage and rubble pile near the entrance to the city? I kinda maybe fell down in my way down *I watch you quietly as I speak *
Mason (gay, any rp setting): He snorted out a laugh. "That's really clumsy of you. Did you at least find anything down there?" Mason had skirted the place himself and hadn't bothered to go down to check. He was about done and rubbed a salve into his skin with his own rough hands. "That should do it. You don't need any bandages for that."
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I nod* I found bullets but since I haven't a gun it's of no use. But, lucky for you, I kept them in case I did. Since that's obviously not happening soon, you can have em*i fish through my pockets and hold out a small box with an assortment of billets I had collected for a while as well as the ones I found earlier *
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "Thanks, kid. Much appreciated. You can count that towards payment for me cooking tonight." He had enough supplies to share. The place he'd picked out had a fireplace and he went about looking for firewood. They weren't lacking for any since there was plenty of broken furniture to go around and he had a nice fire going in no time. "Where were you headed before you stopped here, Jacob?"
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): California, I mean, I know a lot of people say it's just a myth that they've got shit stable over there, but...I mean I've gotten this far...*i lean against the wall, staring into the fire*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): He made a non-committal sound at that. "So they say." Mason looked through his provisions and got enough things together for a filling stew and gave it some time to cook. "What are you going to do when you get there? Have you thought about what sort of work you want to do?"
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): I want to farm work, we're in a shortage so there will be an abundance of that going on. Or maybe a teacher of sorts, I mean there are teenagers roaming around with the education of their graders, I don't know about you but I think that's scary to think about young adults with no education running around trying to fix things yknow?
Mason (gay, any rp setting): He nodded. "Real noble of you. The more they know about the world the better chance they have of surviving in it." Jacob seemed a good enough kid and he would be better off with a stable life somewhere populated.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): Yeah, I grew up in Cincinnati, and they valued education a lot, it was to an overbearing point though, so I don't want it to be something they're worried about yknow....*I sit down* What about you? Where are you going?
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "There's a town not too far from here where people have settled. I thought I'd see if there was any work to be done there. I tend not to stay long," he explained.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): * nod* Could I uh, maybe stick with you? Just for a few days till you get there? *I look at the fire, almost embarrassed to be asking to do such a thing as burden you with myself*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "Not a problem, kid. So long as you keep up. I don't see us having any issues between us." Their dinner was ready and Mason dished up a bowl for them each. "There you go. Eat up." He passed a bowl to Jacob. There was still enough left in the pot for a second helping, but he took the pot off the fire so that he could put on a small kettle to brew coffee. It was one of the few luxuries he allowed himself regularly.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): Thank you..for dinner and letting me stay*I start to eat slowly, savoring it* Jesus Christ this is good. I haven't had anything like this in weeks!*I sound and look absolutely delighted *
Mason (gay, any rp setting): He laughed good warmly. "Never had anyone like my cooking that much. Enjoy it. There's enough so eat your fill." Mason kicked back in a large and dusty armchair, eating the stew without questioning the kid further. Once he was done he filled a tin cup with coffee and sighed in contentment as he drank.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I had seconds and after words I took my sweatshirt from around my waist and slipped it on* ....so um...what was it like for you? Living before all this started?
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Mason was looking at the fire and not at Jacob as he spoke. "I came back from the war and found nothing left back home for me. In a way the war never ended for me and I keep fighting it wherever I go. Must be why I can't settle down."
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I nod* I had already been moving around most of my life because my dad was in the army, but he was cut out a few years before things started and so moving to Cincinnati wasn't weird except that when we got there everything was blocked off and sanctioned and then they took my family away from me and forced me into the make-shift military they had started. I had a friend there, we...I escaped...he got caught in the fence and was shot...that all happened within the same year...I was uh, I think I was fourteen ever since I've been hopping between groups
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "That's no life for a kid," he said, both bitter and weary. "Do you think your family is still out there somewhere or have you given up on finding them? I don't blame you if you have. Things are too harsh. You reach a point where you have to only think of your own survival."
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): I did look for them for a while, but they're probably either dead or in a functioning town. They have to be. I had six siblings. They couldn't have survived without help. *im almost thinking out loud about this subject as I lay my head on my bag and stare at the ceiling*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Jacob was right and surprisingly sensible about it. Kids had to grow up fast these days. "You comfortable like that?" he asked as a way of changing the subject. "We could bring a couple of mattresses from the bedrooms in here." With the fire going this was the warmest room in the house and it was better if they stayed close together.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): im fine like this but I mean, why not?*I hop you and look for a bedroom, I find a large mattress in one and I pull it off, grunting softly, once I get it off of the frame I push it in* I found this really big one!*I look delighted*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Mason followed after him. "Good work, kid." He helped him to get it into the living room and set it down on an empty space. "That'll be much more comfortable."
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): Definitely *i grab my bag, setting it on the bed, laying back with my head on my bag* Yeah, this is definitely better
.Mason (gay, any rp setting): "You can get some shut eye. I'll stay up and keep watch a while." He tended to sleep light, but there was no reason for Jacob not to get some sleep.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): Thank you, just wake me up when you feel tired yeah?*i smile sweetly as I move around and get comfy*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "I will. Goodnight, Jacob." The fire burned low and he kept it alive by poking at the coals and adding a log now and then. There was no sounds outside beside the occasional call of an animal in the night. It was much later that Mason gently shook Jacob by the shoulder. "Hey. You mind keeping watch for a few hours?" He'd been sleeping so peacefully that Mason felt a little guilty for waking him.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *My eyes flutter open and I look around with wide eyes* What? Who? Where am-oh...*I run my eyes* Sorry...just..forgot where I was.*I sit up* Do ya need me to keep watch so you can sleep now?
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "Just me. There's no trouble, but yeah, that's the idea. I want to get some sleep. Your ears might not be that good, but better one of us awake." They could get a proper night's rest when they were in a populated area. "You can use the time to catch up on your reading," he said with a wink and laid down on the mattress.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *My face goes red as I grab my bag a go sit on the chair you were on before, a minute of just sitting I get up, looking around the house, I find yarn and empty cans, I make sound traps with them, they can falling against the floor would be loud enough for me to hear if something comes in, once I do that I sit back down and grab a magazine and look through it quietly*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Mason heard Jacob go about setting up traps and smiled as he dozed off. He sometimes forgot how lonely his life had become and the presence of the kid was enough to make him to sleep soundly.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *After a while I decide to put away the magazines, not wanting to cause myself any problems, I end up look around again and I find chalk and draw on the walls, drawing a lakeside and a skyline, they're kind of crude due to it being chalk and a wall, but I'm satisfied with it*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Mason woke up later to see the chalk drawings and smiled softly. The place had a roof overhead and he drawings would stick around for long after they left. "Morning. Thanks for keeping watch."
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I look up from the smiley face I was drawing in the floor and smile* No problem, it was quite enjoyable. *I stand up* Sleep well?
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "Yeah I did. Did you get enough sleep? We can have breakfast and start heading out if you're good to go." It was a pity about the place not having any running water. He sighed. He'd kill for a shower.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): Yeah I'm good, that sounds like a great plan * my sweatshirt is off and next to my bad on the floor, I added more firewood to the the fire so it was still thriving* Do you want me to go around and look for water or anything?
Mason (gay, any rp setting): "I'm not sure if you'll find any. If there was enough water here people would have set up a settlement. There's a river further on and we have enough to last until then. See what you can find. Breakfast will be ready soon." He looked for what they could eat that was simple to prepare.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): Alrighty *I grab my bag and wrap my sweatshirt around my waist again and head out, going through the rest of the stores around, at one point I take out one of my magazines*
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Mason let the kid do what he could to be useful and made breakfast and cleaned up the stuff from the night before. He didn't question what he got up to and waited for him to get back.
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I told myself there wasn't time for this and just decided to put it away, only finding a pack of cards and a ball of yarn, when I come back I avoid my traps* I'm back Mason!
Mason (gay, any rp setting): Mason smile at him, having started eating his breakfast. He waved Jacob over. "Help yourself." After he finished eating he put away the rest of his stuff and took from his belt a handgun that he carried. "You said you'd been forced to enlist. You any good with a gun?"
Jacob(19, apocalyptic universe, hard of hearing, closet gay, any au): *I had started eating so I swallowed my food before answering* yeah I guess, I'm not bad with a gun at least. *I finished eating quickly *
Mason (gay, any rp setting): He offered the gun to him. "Keep that for now. I trust you enough to not shoot me in the back with it." Mason was relying on his instincts on this one and couldn't sense any bad intent from the kid. "You watch my back and I watch yours."
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