Thank you and Goodnight Cato/Ems Day 3
Nov 4, 2016 18:53:56 GMT -5
Post by charade on Nov 4, 2016 18:53:56 GMT -5
Maye
Surprisingly, she was able to keep pace with them.
When she caught up, wheezing for breath, red in the face and holding onto her knees, she realized that she could have exerted this much effort and had a lot more fun doing something else. That was about the moment she realized just how badly she needed someone to melt her butter. Frost her cake. Meringue her pie. It had been weeks. Am I hungry or horny? Probably both. And slowly dying of blood loss to boot.
She just wasn’t too keen on such a thing happening on national television.
Girl had to have standards. But she still wanted to show her appreciation. They stopped and looked at her.
"I'm really, really thankful that you came to my rescue, even if I'm the one that killed that thing. But it's the thought that counts right?" she said perkily. "C'mere."
Rolf was closer, so she grabbed his arm and pulled him in close, heedless of the bloody polesword he was holding and proceeded to plant kisses on his cheeks, nose, forehead, neck and lips, holding his face with her hands and beaming about how wonderful it was to find that chivalry wasn’t dead in an arena where almost half the girls had already perished. “Omigawd, I’m sorry for all the times I called you Golf Cart in my head; you deserve a more dashing nickname! I just need to think of one first.” She trilled, wrapping him in a tight bear hug and getting blood on his shirt.
“Oh, it’s just so freakin wonderful!” she sighed.
“And you!” she crowed, keeping one hand on Rolf’s shoulder and using the other to pull Torka in. “You big lump of a man you…” She kissed him a bit more fiercely, the way she had during spin the bottle times two while she tried to talk to him. Something a bit hard to do, considering where her tongue was.
“He--r-muh—oh-nn-ee–maynger” she murmured into his mouth. Her hands roamed his body, gliding over his chest and patting his butt. She was overwhelmed with actual human contact after nearly three full days alone. But of course, as always, she simply couldn’t help herself and even as she was making out with him, one of her hands slipped into his bag.
Birds gotta fly, rock men gotta rock, Maye had to steal.
npLWUR_h”1-20” - Success, random item.
Table of thievable items as per Geebs instruction.
1.Toy Wand
2. N/T
3.General Antidote
4.Full Canteen
5.Snitch
6.1 bundle med plants
7.10 ft bandages
8.Delivery Word Meat
9.Iodine Tablet
1-9 Meat stolen
Surprisingly, she was able to keep pace with them.
When she caught up, wheezing for breath, red in the face and holding onto her knees, she realized that she could have exerted this much effort and had a lot more fun doing something else. That was about the moment she realized just how badly she needed someone to melt her butter. Frost her cake. Meringue her pie. It had been weeks. Am I hungry or horny? Probably both. And slowly dying of blood loss to boot.
She just wasn’t too keen on such a thing happening on national television.
Girl had to have standards. But she still wanted to show her appreciation. They stopped and looked at her.
"I'm really, really thankful that you came to my rescue, even if I'm the one that killed that thing. But it's the thought that counts right?" she said perkily. "C'mere."
Rolf was closer, so she grabbed his arm and pulled him in close, heedless of the bloody polesword he was holding and proceeded to plant kisses on his cheeks, nose, forehead, neck and lips, holding his face with her hands and beaming about how wonderful it was to find that chivalry wasn’t dead in an arena where almost half the girls had already perished. “Omigawd, I’m sorry for all the times I called you Golf Cart in my head; you deserve a more dashing nickname! I just need to think of one first.” She trilled, wrapping him in a tight bear hug and getting blood on his shirt.
“Oh, it’s just so freakin wonderful!” she sighed.
“And you!” she crowed, keeping one hand on Rolf’s shoulder and using the other to pull Torka in. “You big lump of a man you…” She kissed him a bit more fiercely, the way she had during spin the bottle times two while she tried to talk to him. Something a bit hard to do, considering where her tongue was.
“He--r-muh—oh-nn-ee–maynger” she murmured into his mouth. Her hands roamed his body, gliding over his chest and patting his butt. She was overwhelmed with actual human contact after nearly three full days alone. But of course, as always, she simply couldn’t help herself and even as she was making out with him, one of her hands slipped into his bag.
Birds gotta fly, rock men gotta rock, Maye had to steal.
npLWUR_h”1-20” - Success, random item.
Table of thievable items as per Geebs instruction.
1.Toy Wand
2. N/T
3.General Antidote
4.Full Canteen
5.Snitch
6.1 bundle med plants
7.10 ft bandages
8.Delivery Word Meat
9.Iodine Tablet
1-9 Meat stolen
