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| Topic Started: Nov 25 2009, 09:22 PM (94 Views) | |
| Rain Ocampo | Nov 25 2009, 09:22 PM Post #1 |
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It wasn't like Perkins held everything a girl like herself could want. Quite the contrary in fact, after years of becoming so used to the Zombie Apocalypse, the life in the confined little society was just absurd in her mind. It was that fact, which landed her in the same old bar every night like clockwork. Drinking at least helped pass the time that she was stuck in her own version of hell. That didn't mean she wasn't appreciating the safe security that the wall brought, but it was too safe for her own liking. There wasn't adventure or danger, just the padded walls that survivors had built to ensure their safety. What a drag. Fingers traced the outline of a shot glass they remained empty as she sat at the counter waiting for what would be her ninth shot of the evening. The bar was still filtering patrons through, but it was virtually dead, too early for most drinkers, before sunset. This was her home away from home, a place that she found to be the only liveliness in the whole of what remained of society. Licking her lips, she waved at the tender for the fourth time, while he seemed too absorbed in cleaning a stubborn spot of a glass than serving his best customer. “You think as your best customer I could get at least some half-assed service. Didn’t know I was asking too much of you for fuck’s sake.” After he finally made his way to her grumbling something about her bitchiness, he poured another shot of his strongest vodka, leaving the bottle in his laziness. Minutes later her attention was on the newest figure that entered the hell hole. The figure was such a sight for sore eyes as opposed to the shabby look of the bar. Hadn’t the owner even thought that even in the apocalypse that maintaining his establishment might attract a better crowd? In the end though he had one at least her as a permanent fixture, enjoying the solitude the shitty place managed to contain. |
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| J.D. Salinas | Nov 26 2009, 06:29 PM Post #2 |
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J.D. observed the place, no sign of blonde women who he could call potential fucks, no sign of the obnoxious bartender who seemed to always call him 'Billy'. Oh wait...no. "How ya' doin', Billy?" the Southern accent rang out. He winced, and then stared back toward the bar. "Fine, Mr. Anderson." the man from Argentina muttered. "Good to hear, Billy." the bartender spoke once more, tending to another person. Salinas took a seat on a chair as he put his leather jacket on the back of it, that was until he saw a certain dark haired and dark eyed female in the seat across from him. Charm immediately moved to his thin lips and he had whistled lowly. "She's pretty, right?" Anderson asked. J.D. turned his attention back to the tender. "She's more than that." he scoffed and got up from his seat, heading over to Rain's. "Come here often?" deep inside, he was screaming. They had parted ways by the time the Hive had been over, not because he wanted to but because he thought it best to keep her out of harms way. His own brown hues looked to her. "You look good." a shrug of his strong shoulders. "Tequila. Shot glass." he spoke up as the tender prepared his shot. "She's had nine." Anderson spoke. Salinas pat Ocampo on the back harshly, knowing the tomboy could take it. "That's my girl." he wasn't worried if she'd punch him or otherwise hurt him. No, he had bigger fish to fry. His name was Ricardo Diaz in this place, hiding from Umbrella. But to him, it wasn't hiding, it was purely 'under cover' to spy on Umbrella. Anyone with half a brain knew that Umbrella ran Perkins. People disappeared day in and day out, becoming zombies or worse...showing up dead and the military would have to deal with it or that asshole Carlos. He disliked him. Not because he was with Alice but because he just poked his nose where it didn't belong. Anderson slid him another shot as he downed it and slid it back, all while keeping his eyes on Rain. "I can drive like this too." he said, indicating he could drive without looking at the road. Some skill his brother had taught him a long time ago. "Still beautiful." he murmured. |
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| Rain Ocampo | Nov 26 2009, 06:51 PM Post #3 |
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It wasn’t everyday that the Latina got to see her old flame, the one had bailed shortly after the Hive, to, her assumption, Mexico. Lips curled in their unusually cold smile as streams of obscenities played in her head. True, she was thrilled to see he was still alive, but he had abandoned her with no regard to her own desires. It was more cowardly to her than his idea of chivalry. Rain, or as she was known in Perkins, Maria Valdez, was not interested in his half-assed thoughts that for one second she needed him to save her life. If the chemistry hadn’t been unbelievable, she was sure that she would be getting up to go, throwing a hunk of cash at the tender. Instead she lingered, his larger body standing behind her going on one of his egotistical rants. She had loved those, used to listen to him in the aftermath of one of their explosive one on one sessions, but at the current moment it only fueled her continued anger at him for leaving after promising he wouldn’t. “Am I supposed to remember you?” The part of her that loved him wanted to kick her own ass, but she fought the urge to turn into a relieved pile of mush. As anyone who truly knew her, it was safe to say that he was about to unleash the frigid bitch in her. “Sorry man, but I think you should go back to drinking alone. It seemed to suit you really well.” The tender was too smart to jump between either one, though he made some mutter about betting on her winning the fight. Turning on her stool, looking up into his face coldly, she didn’t bother to excuse herself. Grabbing up her shot glass, vodka, and whatever else she construed as belonging to her and pushed passed him with a small snarl, back towards a table in the back, though it was intended that he follow her to the solitude so he could get his ass chewed in some sort of privacy. |
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| J.D. Salinas | Nov 26 2009, 07:04 PM Post #4 |
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Oh, hell no. He wasn't following her. J.D sat there finally getting up from his seat and moved over to his previous seat, picking up his jacket and then sauntered over towards her table in the back. Plopping himself on the seat, he whirled her and picked her slender body up, placing it in his lap. "Shut up, Ocampo." murmuring in her ear. "I did it to protect you, they were coming at me in all directions. They weren't after you." he was dominating when he wanted to be, and truthfully he could kick her ass considering his height and weight were much larger than she was despite his toned frame. Anyone in the bar probably knew that she was going to kick his ass, Anderson wasn't exactly happy right now either considering he was going to lose his bet if 'Billy' kept this up. "Hey!" he called to the two. "This isn't a motel, take it outside." "The only one who was drinking alone...was you." Salinas finished, holding her there tight. |
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| Rain Ocampo | Nov 26 2009, 08:35 PM Post #5 |
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Ever since day one, he had been the unchanged dominating figure, one who gave her a run for her money. Sure, she was pure Spanish sass, but he was very used to that over the years. Her body in his lap had made her blood boil with rage and the flame his closeness had a habit of rekindling. In truth, she had no idea which she wanted to do more: punch him in his smug face for thinking he was doing her a courtesy or kiss him for being damn lucky to make it to the surviving population. It took her a matter of seconds to shift so she was in the more domineering position, knee near his cajones that could make a swift blow and end his cocky speech. “Salinas, the next time you think that you are doing something good for me, maybe you should fucking think.” One more swift pull and she was free, nostrils flared proving her anger wasn’t so easy to tame. He would have been a fucking moron if he thought for a second that spicy little Rain was going to bite immediately into his charm. “You wanted to pretend like we don’t know each other, then I’ll give you what you want.” And the rest was lines of Spanish, cursing him out and making the usual derogatory slander as she paused only for another shot of the vodka. If she had been drinking tequila she may have loosened up on her fuming, but that would have meant his victory, something she wasn’t going to give him so easily. “And fucking all those blonde bimbos when I was out of the picture, I’m sure that was to protect me too.” He was ultimately the easiest book to read for her. J.D. had been too surprised by her being in this shit hole to have been looking for her, at least in her narrow angered thinking. Before they dated, his trips to similar shit holes such as the one they were in had always landed him with some easy cheap piece of ass for the night. Of course, the ice queen herself had been much the same, taking the best piece of ass she could, which wasn’t hard. In the end though, they had found each other on a permanent basis, which was until the Hive, then he left. Fucking asshole... |
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| J.D. Salinas | Nov 26 2009, 09:42 PM Post #6 |
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By this time some people were noticing these two were awful close. J.D. leaned into her, grabbing her by her ponytail and kissed her passionately, now getting up after pulling away and left his money on the bar. "Put it on my tab...Mr. Anderson." she spoke with sarcasm and headed out of the bar. Hoping she'd follow, she had to follow truth be told, he hadn't slept with anyone since her. Sex wasn't the same, or to him it wouldn't be. Not like her, not like the way she was, the way she smelled, the way she felt and the way her hair just framed her round face. Salinas grabbed into his jean pant pocket for a box of cigarettes suddenly and lit one up anxiously with his lighter. Puffing, nervously. That's just what it was, a nervous habit. "Fuck, fuck." the man muttered, running a slender, olive colored hand through his dark locks and frowned. His hair was considerably longer now, not too long but enough for it to hang just above his ears. He had let it grow out, needed a shave too. Exhaling the smoke as he held the cigarette with a thumb and middle finger, J.D. blew the smoke in the opposite direction. For sure he wasn't allowed in that bar again, and he didn't even give two shits. "..." when he opened his mouth to speak, no words came out. So he waited for her. He waited this time. Edited by J.D. Salinas, Nov 26 2009, 09:43 PM.
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| Rain Ocampo | Nov 26 2009, 10:11 PM Post #7 |
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Anderson had looked at her expectantly, while she almost seemed dazed after that kiss, one she had vaguely remembered. It always left her body begging for more of him, the way it had on every other occasion he had smashed his lips to her own. Grumbling she tossed a wad of cash at the man who pointed to the door, the usual, get the fuck out sign. Glaring, she just went, throwing the door open with a very apparent irritation. “Get me thrown out of another fucking bar Salinas? I may not like being with the shit there, but at least they can mix drinks as opposed to that shit you made the last time.” Part of her had slipped up, mentioning things that she had wanted to pretend were nothing, try to make him work harder for the forgiveness he earned just by being alive still. Giving him a small push, she yanked his cigarette away taking a long drag, making his nervous habit only more amusing when she embodied the idea of a true addict. Smoking and drinking were only natural to her. Even in the apocalypse that was too true, becoming more of a need to keep her irritations at bay. “Next thing I know, you are going to get me banned from buying smokes in town. If that fucking happens man, you better hope you can take my guns away from me before I can turn this place into a massacre.” In a moment her lips curled in a cool smile, her rage finally settling as the liquor began mellowing her out as it normally did. Nudging him as she puffed away at the smoke he had begun in a nervous fit, she moved to the balls of her feet, hand reaching out to knot in his hair, pulling him in close. Lips roughly pressed his, parting enough to blow the smoke from her lungs into his mouth. Seconds later she was shoving the cigarette back at him, strutting across the parking lot to her dinged up Camaro. It was the only worth it piece of shit that could get her to Perkins. “Don’t you go fucking thinking that you can kiss me whenever the fuck you want either Salinas.” |
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