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|Survival of the Fittest > Bathroom Facility > You Better Shape Up|
|Posted by: Lien May 27 2006, 05:09 AM|
| ((Continued from: http://s10.invisionfree.com/SurvivalOfTheFittest/index.php?showtopic=858))
Dorian left Peri's side for a moment and tried to go on ahead. He was the first to see the "remodeled" bathrrom facility, courtesy of some kind of explosive. And the building didn't seem to be the only victim of whatever boom-thing had hit it. On the ground was a mutilated person, lying in what little blood had been left in her.
Dorian turned around and let the vomit pour out, nothing but stomach acid making it's way up to burn his asophagus. He hand moved to his abdomen to steady himself.
That had to be one of the worst sights he had ever beheld on the island. No matter how many times he rubbed his eyes, the image was stuck there with a death grip much like Paris Hilton with the phrase "That's hot."
He nearly fainted when he made it into the smokey bathroom. The fire had dwindled to a little spot of nothingness. Just a huge black mark spread where the explosive had to have been detonated.
Another mangled excuse of a body awaited him there as well.
This one could have been well worse, with debris stabbing into the throat.
He just couldn't get used to these corpses, not these horribly deformed sacks of skin and bone.
It could have been him.
"Peri?" he called out and held out a shaking hand.
|Posted by: Queen Asshat May 27 2006, 04:42 PM|
| ((Coming from: http://s10.invisionfree.com/SurvivalOfTheFittest/index.php?showtopic=858&st=0lastlast))
“Dorian! Man, you got a fucked up leg and everything, don’t leave me behind!” Peri screamed as he ran towards Dorian just in time to see him throw-up in front of him. He stared at the corpse that Dorian had thrown up at, it was the Davies girl…holy shit.
“Dorian, c’mon let’s go inside and get cleaned up and patch you up, I still got my first aid kit, there is some wrap for your hands and I can make you a cane of some sort from the debris…also, well we’ll need to run your cuts and bruises under water to sort of clean them out, so a shower’s necessary…” boy that was awkward.
As Peri walked into the bathroom and noticed the mess it was, he shuddered, he went to the showers, that where filled with rusty shower heads and the browning drains, he walked to many of them and tried to flick them on…only one worked.
“Figures…” he stared at Dorian “The choices are simple, we keep watch while the other person bathes or we shower together…” Peri said before slipping off the shirt and Kevlar (which was now torn to shreds) and observing his own cuts and bruises on his pale skin.
“You can shower first, make sure to make the cold water run over your rope burns…”
|Posted by: Lien May 31 2006, 03:00 AM|
| Dorian turned his back to Peri. Then he turned back around. Then he turned again.
How was he going to do this?
He slipped off his shoes, placing them neatly near the shower. His rope-burned hands pull out his tucked in shirt and tried to cover where his area would show after he pulled off his pants. Of course, he didn't know which was more embarrassing, taking a shower with someone around, or them realizing he wore tighty-whities.
Both his hands cupped over his area as he looked straight at the ground, trying to find a way not to flash Peri.
"C-could you turn around, maybe?"
After that, he used one hand to unbutton the shirt and he threw it on top of the pile of clothes he had. He scurried over to the shower.
Dorian didn't expect the shower to actually be that cold.
"Geez! I can't wash off with it this f-f-freezing!" he forgot all about discretion and tried to rush out from the running water.
|Posted by: Queen Asshat Jun 4 2006, 05:30 PM|
| Peri was guarding the back as he heard Dorian scream, he turned back sharply, Dorian ran right into him. Before he knew it he had hit the floor and felt something touching his crotch, it was an interesting feeling and he couldn’t place, he opened his eyes from the pain, which seemed rather large at the moment and found himself looking at Dorian’s face, which was within kissing range of his.
Dorian was naked.
"It's too bad you're not gay. Then again, if you and I were gay, I would never date you. You're a mess." Peri said with a smirk at Dorian, still not coming to the realization that Dorian’s dick was right on his crotch.
Peri, found himself thinking about what he just said. It was true he’d never thought of himself as gay, but his best friends where always male. The people he cared about the most where always guys…it would make a little more sense. Maybe all this time, that general awkwardness he’d been trying to convey was merely him trying to fight his rising homosexuality, but he couldn’t be a fag. They like hair and you know fucking up the ass and all that shit.
I ain’t ever going to let someone shove their fucking cock up my asshole…
|Posted by: Lien Jun 6 2006, 04:34 AM|
| His top teeth met his bottom lip as his cheeks turned the brightest red, but he didn't make a motion to get up off of Peri. And this puzzled him, mostly if not for the fact that he was completely naked on top of another boy. His arms, which were holding up his scrawny body, was the only part of him distancing his mouth from Peri. He could even feel the boy's breath on his nose.
And was this just him imagining it, or was Peri's breathing getting heavier?
It was hard to take his eyes off of his companion's face, and for awhile his mind started to drift in a completely odd direction.
"It's too bad you're not gay. Then again, if you and I were gay, I would never date you. You're a mess."
Dorian felt his stomach wrench, and his lips formed a frown. He felt hurt by what Peri had just said to him. Was he really that bad? He turned his head away from Peri's mouth, which he had been fixated on while he mind went racing. All the new thoughts taking hold of him, and the biggest one being: I'm gay? I'm a gay nerd... no wonder I watched Will and Grace with my mom.
|Posted by: Queen Asshat Jun 6 2006, 04:40 AM|
| No. Disappointment, sadness, the feelings where absent in the presence of the violence and the death. Dorian was leaving him, the turning of his head had said that enough, Peri merely stared at him, his hand instinctually reaching Dorian’s buttocks and groping it, Dorian’s face turned to Peri.
I can’t be gay…no, I can’t…
He stared at Dorian, he had felt like he truly belonged, his damn hand causing him to tense up in regions he didn’t want to speak of, Mismatched eyes stared at Dorian, self doubt and love all mixing into one needing stare.
And with that Peri Barlcay, the second most powerful player in SOTF, kissed Dorian.
|Posted by: Lien Jun 6 2006, 04:57 AM|
| Re-runs of Will and Grace were replaced by an interesting feeling of skin on his butt, and within seconds it registered to his "frontal" area. He didn't know whether to pull away and embarrass himself completely, or press against Peri hoping he wouldn't notice.
Right, pressing harder so he doesn't notice. I'm so stupid.
"I-mmph," was all Dorian could get out before Peri's lips collided with his. What else could he think except more?
He pressed his whole body and mouth harder against Peri, letting the kiss last until he was out of breath, but he only pulled away for a second before he came back for more, just like he wanted.
Dorian had gone to a completely different instinct, and he was enjoying it quite a lot. He let one hand keep his body propped up, while the other traveled a bit lower... to the button of Peri's pants.
|Posted by: Queen Asshat Jun 6 2006, 05:14 AM|
| Calm down, Dorian was pressing his penis against his own…his pants seemed to grow tighter every moment.
“Chill…” he said between breathes and lifted both himself and Dorian up, Peri dropped his pants revealing his now erect member.
Taking Dorian’s head and placing it on his now hard cock, Dorian took in to sucking it. The feeling tingled him, the saliva repulsed and aroused him, but moreso it felt almost animalistic to do this with someone he just meant…with a clank the MAC-10 hit the floor, for the first time since he’d gotten it separated from him.
|Posted by: Lien Jun 6 2006, 05:32 AM|
| He had no clue what he was doing, but he let his instincts make most of the decisions. Taking Peri's penis into his mouth being one of those decisions.
He was actually surprised he didn't bite him yet, he'd never done anything like this before. But his hands now grasped at Peri's buttcheeks, and he was pulling all he could as far as he could, determined to please him.
|Posted by: Queen Asshat Jun 6 2006, 05:25 PM|
| Peri was moaning right now, Dorian’s tongue tickling him every few seconds; it had been going on for what, two minutes? No, just cut the fucking foreplay Peri you’re about to explode.
“This is fucking insane.” he said in an exasperated tone, before finally throwing his worries of sexual politeness down the drain and finally climaxing in Dorian’s mouth.
Peri fought against Dorian’s tender hands and withdrew, “I’m sorry…that’s never happened to me before…”
|Posted by: Lien Jun 7 2006, 02:42 AM|
| Dorian's eyes widened as he felt something shoot down his throat, and before he could react he instinctively swallowed whatever it had been. He tried hard not to think about it anymore, focusing instead on Peri and his body.
He didn't know if Peri would be alright with kissing, not after what he had just done, but upon hearing his apology, Dorian just smiled. His hand wrapped around Peri's *ahem* and he began to move it to keep him hard.
"I don't want to stop," Dorian kept smiling.
|Posted by: Queen Asshat Jun 7 2006, 02:47 AM|
| Peri looked at Dorian with an exasperated smirk, “You know Dorian…I would stay like this to the end of time…but I’m no super man…” he made Dorian stop his ritual, “Look…let’s just finish your shower…clean up and we’ll take it from there.” it was that in which he pulled up his pants (pausing to remove Dorian’s hands) and lifted the boy up.
He stared at him with a smile, “You’re so innocent man…” you know Peri really didn’t know if this was exactly hygienic…but he needed to show that this wasn’t just him blowing off testosterone.
With that he kissed Dorian on the cheek softly.
“Let’s fix you up…”
|Posted by: Lien Jun 7 2006, 03:07 AM|
| At first he thought it would please Peri to keep going, with what had happened prior Dorian was pretty sure of Peri's desires. But Peri paused, and stopped it.
Dorian really had no clue what he was doing, he hoped he hadn't hurt him or anything, and for a moment frowned like he had displeased Peri in some way. He was becoming very attached and fast. Peri's lips, which felt softer on his skin than Dorian expected, met his cheek, and for that moment the world, that island, was nothing compared to what the two shared.
He was really falling for him quickly.
Dorian's hand held on to Peri's and he let his fingers intertwine with his own. The feelings were genuine for Dorian, and he rested his head on Peri's chest before he pulled back and nodded.
He moved towards the shower, the water becoming a little warmer than it had been, and he began to let it cover his body.
"Can you promise me something, Peri?"
|Posted by: Queen Asshat Jun 7 2006, 03:12 AM|
|“I’ll promise you anything Dorian…it’s the only thing once can do in this situation, you’ve got something I don’t and I tell you this Dorian, I’ll do anything kill anyone to preserve it. You’re innocent Dorian, innocence abused…got caught up in this mess and now it’s ruining you, ruining the thing that attracted me to you the most. You’re like David, but something more…I’ll win this game for you and then kill myself so you can live…I’ll protect you with every inch of my being Dorian, because that’s all a crazy killer like me can do…hard to believe that I nearly killed you a few hours ago…makes me seem so fucking stupid…” Peri wiped his eyes “What do you want me to promise you Dorian?”|
|Posted by: Queen Asshat Jun 7 2006, 03:14 AM|
|Posted by: Lien Jun 7 2006, 03:32 AM|
| Oh, how he wanted to cry at the very moment Peri poured his heart out to him. This game was too cruel to them both, only realizing now that their love was doomed the moment it started. Dorian had been swept away, and what was left of his common sense was replaced by the immense terror he felt at the prospect of losing the only one he truly cared about, and who cared about him in return.
He rested his body against the charred tiles of the shower cubicle, closing his eyes tight and trying to gain what little confidence he actually had to say this to his love.
"I need you to promise me," he choked back the tears wanting to mix with the shower's water droplets, "that you'll leave here without me."
He couldn't look at him, he couldn't see Peri's face, whether it be heartbroken or angry. He loved him, and that moment they shared, not the oral sex, but the kiss on the cheek, was what he wanted to remember most. Not Peri's corpse, cold in his arms. He hated and feared that moment most in his life now, not his own death.
"I don't want to lose you, Peri," he finally sobbed and sank down to the shower floor, "but this is better. I don't want you to die for me, because that's not what our love is. We should have had a better chance, you and me. We should have had a run in the real world, but I can't watch you die. I can't-"
He let his face fall into his hands.
|Posted by: Queen Asshat Jun 7 2006, 03:55 AM|
| Peri simply walked up to Dorian, lifted up his head and smiled at him, he kissed him on the forehead, and he went and picked up the MAC-10. And put it in Dorian’s hands, “I fought for that, killed for that, you protect yourself Dorian, if I here your name on that announcement… well I’ll raise you from the dead simply to kill you again.”
Fate had doomed him since the beginning, you find peace only to have it be taken away from you, oh how cliché would it be to say that he didn’t want to be taken from anymore, and instead he refrained and simply smirked at Dorian.
A modern-day warrior
Mean mean stride,
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean mean pride.
He was a warrior plain and simple, a fighter, although Dorian had changed it for a brief second, he couldn’t change his fate, to kill or be killed through out his stay on the island. He was doomed to be a killer the moment he killed Umi, fuck it. He wanted to be with Dorian, just to give him his mind so he could survive…
Though his mind is not for rent,
Don't put him down as arrogant.
His reserve, a quiet defense,
Riding out the day's events.
The company he’d chosen was always odd, but he left them, he had company of all forms of society, although with Dorian. Innocence, you never do kill a mocking bird…he hadn’t killed Dorian, ironic that he was making literature references when his…true wub? No to corny, the one person to open up his soul was in face a book worm.
And what you say about his company
Is what you say about society.
Catch the mist, catch the myth
Catch the mystery, catch the drift.
The world is, the world is,
Love and life are deep,
Maybe as his eyes are wide.
Today's Tom Sawyer,
He gets high on you,
And the space he invades
He gets by on you.
Being with Dorian had put him into an ecstasy that couldn’t be compared to anything else, you couldn’t change him. You couldn’t change fate, but maybe for a little while he could pretend to be something your not, solely for Dorian’s sake he’d pretend to be…human?
No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government.
Always hopeful, yet discontent,
He knows changes aren't permanent,
But change is.
Permanency, there was only permanency that could be considered good, and that was loneliness and death, could it be possible that…well he had changed for Dorian? No, he had to leave right now.
He found himself kissing Dorian on the lips lightly.
“I’ll be going then, stay innocent Dorian.” He picked up Dorian’s old Magnum, the Magnum he’d given him a few seconds ago was different, and the Magnum he’d given him a few hours was symbolic. Symbolism of Peri first changing.
Exit the warrior,
Today's Tom Sawyer,
He gets high on you,
And the energy you trade,
He gets right on to the friction of the day.
Peri slipped on his shirt, blew Dorian a kiss and then ran out into the distance.
((Continued in: http://s10.invisionfree.com/SurvivalOfTheFittest/index.php?showtopic=922))
|Posted by: d0ddi0slave Jun 7 2006, 05:22 AM|
| ((Continued from the warehouse))
As she made her way quietly through the forest, being very careful to avoid the paths, Angelina Kaige couldn't help but wonder just how many people were actually still alive. Danya had introduced the three terrorists as a punishment of sorts, but Kaige knew that deep down inside, Danya wanted things sped up, so that he'd never be caught. The longer that Survival of the Fittest dragged out, the better the likelihood that someone would find a way to take Danya down. Kaige didn't even know if Danya would let the eventual survivor live or not. For all she knew, the last person could be killed and then Danya could set the collars off. He would make a powerful point, but then the US, who had likely zeroed in on where the madman was, would just bumrush the whole place and take him into custody. Kaige sighed to herself, still not used to the guttural sound of nothingness that came out when she did it. Having no vocal chords sucked royally, and Kaige knew that if she ended up the winner, she'd definitely step up to Danya and remove his, simply out of spite, before she castrated the sick little man.
It was amazing, really, how much silent rage that she'd built up over the past few days. It wasn't enough that the boys club that she'd decided for ONCE to socialize with had gotten her in the worst trouble that she'd ever been in, bar none. The simple fact that Kaige had no control over her own destiny was something that she hated with a passion. She'd always been so strategy-oriented in everything she did, trying to take the logical point of view on things, trying to make the right decision every step of the way. It was instances like the one with the microphone that were the rare times she'd let down her guard, and damnit all if she didn't keep getting burned by them. Of course, now that she was using a strategy to move around the island silently and under a relatively decent disguise, she knew that she'd have at least a solid chance to make the endgame, whenever it ended up being. She'd directly killed six people since she'd been on the island, and the way that she saw it, had indirectly killed at least two more - those being that kid she'd grappled with, and the girl who'd fallen off the warehouse after the explosion. Kaige knew that she'd be prepared to kill more. Whatever it took to get to Danya, and make him pay. That, and to get some revenge on Rice. T'was almost a shame, she'd figured, that McLocke was already dead, but it just meant that it was less work for her to do. Rice would be a formidable foe if he wasn't looking at the school-girls' asses, and he'd be the one she figured that would be the most important one to watch out for.
As she rounded the bend, she found herself; much to her chagrin, back at the bathroom facility that she'd exploded just hours earlier. The two corpses were still there, but the door to the bathroom was open, and she heard movement inside. Maneuvering herself to the woods in front of the wall of the bathroom that was heavily damaged, Kaige looked in and was instantly revolted by what she saw.
It was two boys, both naked, one giving the other a rather intense blowjob. Feeling a little vomit in her throat, Kaige silently sat and watched to see what would happen. It wasn't that she didn't like gays, but rather she just felt really uncomfortable watching people have sex, be it two men, two women, or one of each. As she watched the one boy ejaculate into the other's mouth, she hunkered down in the smallish bunker (strangely looked like the same one that she'd hidden in when she'd originally blown up the bathroom, but nonetheless). Watching as the one boy began to massage the other's penis, Kaige took the scene in with an all-new uncomfortable feeling, almost like she were seeing something that she weren't supposed to see. The two boys kissed again, and then talked for a bit, with one handing over his weapon, and then bounding out of the door in the other direction from her. Watching the lone boy sitting there, Kaige shook her head a little, and unslung her rifle from around her back. She needed to do some serious killing after what she'd just seen. Taking careful aim towards the boy, she hardly even made any effort to hide herself, just standing up and depressing the trigger, sending a myriad of deadly bullets in Dorian's general direction.
|Posted by: Lien Jun 8 2006, 01:54 AM|
| It took seconds after Peri left for Dorian to lift himsefl from the stall and wipe away his tears. He truly thought that this was better for them, that he wouldn't have to see what seemed too inevitable to run from.
His body was on autopilot as he tugged on his clothes, the water droplets on his body soaking into the fabric. All he could think was, it's better this way, with the occasional sniffle that resulted from his crying moments before.
And then there was a burning pain, hitting him clear in the midsection. He doubled over and his elbow hit bathroom tile. It only took seconds, mere seconds. Mere minutes, hours, days, of toture, love, loss, and now...
He was dying, but he wasn't at all ready, as the blood soaked into his shirt and piled onto the floor. Dorian's eyes, red from tears, glared at the figure that had done what no one else had managed to pull off. Whatever it was, got him before he ran away.
It killed him, and it just pissed him off that he was so stupid. Because now he regretted ever telling Peri to go away. Because, in a way, he ran again. He ran away a-fucking-gain, this time from feelings he knew he should have to face. Not because it was hard, but because it was time for him to fucking bone up.
Heh, he thought, too late now.
His face drained of it's color, Dorian managed to grasp the MAC-10 and squeeze the trigger as hard as he could, in the figure's direction. However, his vision blurred before he knew where the shots went, and everything went black soon after.
I shouldn't have ran away... I'm sorry Peri.
Dorian Graywood- DEAD
|Posted by: d0ddi0slave Jun 11 2006, 03:25 AM|
| As she watched the bullets that came from her rifle fly out of the barrel and impale Dorian Greywood in the abdomen and chest, Angelina Kaige felt a sense of relief. Homosexual sex wasn't something she was a great big fan of, and to see two boys doing things to each other was enough to make her shiver with disgust. As Dorian collapsed to the ground, bleeding profusely, Kaige was reminded all-too-late as to the Ingram that the boy held in his hand. With no time to jump out of the way as she heard the telltale rattle of the gun going off, Kaige braced herself for an impact that never came. The bullets impacted harmlessly off of the side wall of the washroom, most embedding themselves in the damaged wall, a few ricocheting off of the concrete and back into the washroom.
Hesitating for a moment, Kaige took a step towards the washroom, rifle poised in case the boy decided to suddenly jump up.
Gay zombies from Mars...it's almost like a B-movie that's gone so horribly, horribly wrong. Mainly because of the fact that I'm actually involved in it. Damn, I can just see the plotline now...a disgruntled female soldier is sodomized by homosexual zombies in an attempt to spread their zombie seed.
Pausing, she awkwardly tilted her head when a thought popped in there that she couldn't help but smile at.
I'd bet anyone fifty thousand dollars that Uwe Boll would make a movie like that. Talentless hack that he is.
Shaking off her own amusing inner monologue, Kaige took another step towards the dead body that was lying inside of the washroom. Leaning over, she pried the Ingram out of the dead boy's hands. It still had a partially full magazine, and she then rifled through his pack to remove any extra ammunition. Finding a little, she deposited it in her own pack, and slung her rifle back around herself. While the Ingram would do for a short-term solution, she preferred to find herself a weapon that had at least a few spare clips or magazines. Danya hadn't allowed the soldiers to take too much in with them, and while she still had the rifle and her pistol, two of her grenades were already used.
I think that I've even lost track as to how many people I've killed so far. Probably getting up there, whoever the leader is at the moment, anyway. But hey, there aren't too many left, and no announcement's told me that Rice is dead, so hopefully I'll get to stumble upon his lazy ass, kill him...hell, maybe rape him to add insult to injury...granted, he was never that attractive to begin with, but...hey. I'm going to make a statement to Danya, that prick, that he never should have fucked with me in the first place.
As Kaige turned to leave, she couldn't help but think to herself with a smile: didn't anyone ever remind him of the little cliche; hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? Heh, guess not.