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Triggers: horror, gore, body horror, aliens, sex, death, mentions of drugs and alcohol
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Apollo Mallory BOT 25-Sep-23 11:07 PM
Every person who had ever lived, breathed, and died had done so on a single planet. Tumbling through starry void at a speed concerning to even gods the pale blue dot danced without a care. A family of other bodies twirled the epicenter of Sol in a broadway performance known only to humanity. A show whose every step had been meticulously memorized by a race of bipedal ape decedents who considered it their singular goal to leave the place unique to them and spread a curse over every other star. It’d have been an outcome as predictable as decaying matter. Nothing save a force imperceptible to even the highest of technological inquiry would be capable of stopping humanity’s manifest destiny. It would have to be a creeping menace so sincere in their cloaked approach that a paranoid group of star gazing madmen would fail to detect it. They even had machines who gazed upward in unblinking question poised to raise an alarm at any intrusion. An intrusion that didn’t have to take the form of extraterrestrial, and could simply be a vessel of gun powder and propelled rocketry. So how is it we failed to see them coming? .
23:08
Our flight had only been four hours, and yet I had been up since the crack of dawn in preparation. How many of the shitcans on wings had I personally ridden on in the last year alone? Screaming through the sky while surrounded by nobody strangers is a task not even proselytizing monks would find invigorating. Although had one decided to sit next to me on the flight it would have offered more interesting conversation than my side kick. The network replacement must have been picked for a particular knack to be so completely boring and annoying that no possible conversation could ever take place. It’d be a fate I deserve considering my last work partner had cost the show organizers two law suits and a total settlement of several million. In a sad turn of events they had been too scared of letting me go in fear of losing the face to their best evening time slot. They didn’t need to know this, but I was confident in its ability to survive without me. Good thing I convinced them otherwise. Her name already slipped me, which was pathetic considering we had been introduced professionally three times. It wasn’t that she was forgettable by any means, just that I refused to get friendly with her on a foundational sense. If a suit wearing jack off gets to decide one instagram post of two adults consensually kissing is enough to blow my closest friendship up, then they can deal with me treating each replacement like total shit. Eventually one side has to give. They will never give her back to you. That may be true, but I can stir up a large pot of bullshit before leaving this job in the dust. .
23:08
Another thing I can add to her list of poor qualities is failing to be prompt. We had been touched down in Florida for thirty minutes, and her stupid cut of hair had yet to bob around any corners. How much work can it be to fetch two duffel bags of camera equipment? Your job title is literally ‘cameraman’ how do you mess up half of your description? Although the answer may lie within the fact Astrea wasn’t a man, and that signified the other half of her failed title. Astrea! A genius sense of reward surged my veins for remembering the name. A celebratory drink of Margherita was sucked down my throat for recalling it. None of these airport bars ever mixed drinks heavy enough, and to their credit its probably not a good idea to load planes full of drunk people. An important aspect of air travel is not being surrounded by idiots. Although if I was an airpot bar owner there would be no qualms in sloshing passengers up before sending them off. Why would I care how they act later? Even if they get kicked off the flight they will just get dumped back at my bar as a drunk paying customer. Maybe I need to go into business? .
23:08
Supreme inner focus was interrupted by a chatty group of nearby travelers. They were arguing about phone service, and judging by their growing disagreement it appeared none of their cellphones could make a call. Quickly I thumbed at my one phone to discover it also had no bars. Are we in a dead zone? Leaving home was always annoying enough, but of course I was stuck waiting with no entertainment. Frustration mounted over how easy it is for me to get bored nowadays. It seems as a kid that any group of nondescript ground would keep me preoccupied for hours. Now that I rely so much on the fucking smartphone it only takes a few minutes without it to fill me with anxiety. This wasn’t the first time I had found myself preoccupied with the distracting thought. Was I truly growing bored faster in old age? Or was my inability to stay focused a reflection of society? Its easier to stomach that my problems may be the fault of over researched advertising methods then a failing of my own character. Who wants to admit they are making mistakes anyway? Glancing around the room there was yet no signs of you and so I busied myself looking for anything remotely interesting. A drug dog was licking its balls while a security guard ordered coffee. There was still the nearby group of idiots yelling about phone service, and they almost earned a confrontational comment about minding their own business. The irony would have definitely been lost on me, but thankfully a television displaying local news caught my attention instead. Of course nothing outright fascinating could actually be displayed, and don’t worry as a news anchor this fact isn’t lost on me. However there was a segment about undocumented bombings in a forgettable desert country. Okay, so we dropped some bombs on the middle of nowhere? The segment got mildly more interesting when a bit came on about a disappearing local population. .
23:08
One of my hands left the bar top to offer the tv set an incredulous motion, “How come these fuckwits get to cover bombs blowing up where they shouldn’t, but I the more tenured individual am stuck covering satellite launches?” Not a single person in my immediate vicinity gave any fucks because I wasn’t rewarded a single passing glance. “Not that anyone is watching the goddamn news anyway!” An angry quaff granted my stomach the rest of a margarita’s contents. Just as I was about to launch into a second half of my zero audience tirade your form caught my peripheral eye. To give credit where credit was do, you were kinda cute. The short hair definitely gave off ‘bitch’ vibes, but it wouldn’t be the first time this man ignored the sign. Its possible you had been struggling to carry something, but I didn’t bother looking your way again after the initial glance. Years ago I would have sprang from my seat and come to your aide, but time in the industry will make you callous to any new face. Modern generations seemed to only stick around at a job for a few days before disappearing forever. Combined with my original tale of being forcefully separated from a previous co worker, you got the unfortunate chopping block of ‘I couldn’t care less.’ Too bad an unknown object currently on an eccentric orbit to the third planet from Sol had much different plans in mind. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 26-Sep-23 10:29 AM
There wasn’t a single person who worked in the news world that didn’t know about what had happened between Apollo Mallory. It had cost a lot of people a lot of money and pretty much ruined the reputation of the poor girl behind the camera. In fact I don’t know that she's actually gotten any work since then. Not that anyone could really blame people for not wanting to hire her, after all you have to know when to draw lines and sleeping with one of the top anchors was definitely one that everyone knows not to cross. Sure he’s a handsome and charismatic guy but he also basically dumped all of the blame onto her. You can imagine my lack of enthusiasm when I found out that instead of going to shoot the opening of a new animal sanctuary, the biggest in the country, something I actually cared about, I was being pulled off of it to shoot some stupid satellite with him. No amount of protesting or bargaining that I attempted to do mattered, they wanted the best shooting him at this launch and I, unfortunately, was one of the best. I’m pretty sure that I went through the seven stages of grief trying to shoot anything else with anyone else but of course my bitch of a boss wouldn’t budge. I know I really shouldn’t call her that given she’s helped my career a ton and that this job was going to pay well but I’d rather use up all my vacation days than be stuck on a plane and then in a hotel with Apollo fucking Mallory. The week leading up to the trip was just as miserable because instead of being on a plane and settling in now I was stuck shooting local news that I could drive to within a few hours time. It really wasn’t Apollo’s fault but I felt my resentment for him growing every second that ticked by that I was stuck being bored. .
10:29
Finally it was time for our trip and as per usual I had to wake up much too early to get ready. It probably makes me sound like a snob but I didn’t trust anyone else to pack my equipment for me so not only did I need to wake up, get ready, and pack, I also needed to go to the station and pack all of my camera gear. I always dressed comfortably for flights no matter how short they were, if I was going to be crammed into a giant tin can in the sky with a bunch of smelly strangers I certainly wasn’t going to dress to the nines for it. Settling on some cropped black leggings, a form fitting white t-shirt, and a black zip up in case the air was cranked too high I lugged my suitcase out the door and into the car. The trip to the station was one I had taken too many times to count by this point and I could probably do it with my eyes closed if you asked me to. Once I arrived I pulled into the closest spot that I could and went in to get my things together. Multiple cameras and spare lenses, more batteries and chargers than were probably necessary, flashes, external microphones, anything you could think of I made sure it was in the right spot and in well working order. Typically there's someone else who does all of this but I learned my lesson in trusting anyone with my equipment when I arrived at a job with a cracked lens 3 years ago. Since then I’ve been the most annoying camera woman to exist. With everything packed into the right places I zipped up the two massive bags and managed to get them into my car to pull off to the airport. I made it with more than enough time and still this asshole had the nerve to roll his eyes as if I was late. Like he had anything to do besides look pretty and get himself here, I highly doubt he even picks out his own wardrobe at this point. .
10:30
A huff left my lips when he couldn’t even be bothered to help me grab anything and I ended up having to grab my own luggage cart. Even with my actual personal belongings in a wheeled suitcase the two huge camera bags were way too much to carry throughout the maze of an airport. Security checks took a million years as always, not that I could blame them with the amount of crap I brought with me, and then we were finally able to board. I thought that maybe once we were on the plane it wouldn’t be so bad but apparently the man sitting next to me was a mute. I’m pretty sure since the time I arrived at the airport and boarding maybe a total of ten words were exchanged between the two of us and already I wished that I could turn around and go back home. I don’t need this story and I could easily find work anywhere in this country. Take off was the worst part and I had to actively try not to look nervous every time we hit a bit of turbulence. As many times as I’ve flown I’m still not a fan of the feeling and can’t help but get anxious at the idea of something going wrong. Although at least that would make this flight interesting. If it weren’t such a short flight I might have actually fallen asleep but instead I put a movie on my phone and focused on that since my company was more interested in the back of the seat in front of him. Was the entire trip going to be this awful? The thought ran through my head more than once during the flight and when we touched down I shot off a text to my closest friend Sophia to let her know I was indeed as miserable as we both thought I would be, and my overbearing mother to let her know that once again my plane had landed and I wasn’t dead. Someday maybe she’ll get used to not having me around. .
10:30
Baggage claim quickly became my new enemy as I waited, and waited, and waited for all of my things to come through. It felt like it had been forever when I finally saw the tags with my name on them and hoisted them all off of the conveyer. By myself of course because why would Apollo be expected to lift a finger for anyone but himself. I brought the bags off to the side to open them up and make sure everything was still in prime condition and hadn’t gotten jostled around too much before I made my way to the bar just in time to overhear some pretentious prattling about how nobody watches the ‘goddamn news’ anyway. This guy really just must not give a shit about his reputation the way he keeps trying to flush it down the toilet. “Thanks for the help.” I huffed out setting my things down and sliding onto a barstool next to you. It’s not that I needed the help I managed to get it just fine myself but still, the bags weren’t light and I certainly had more of them than you. My eyes made their way to the tv along with everyone else's in the bar and I was so absorbed in watching the recordings of the explosions that I didn’t even stop watching while I muttered a ‘Midori sour, extra cherries.’. What the hell was going on? Who were we bombing now? And what was wrong in this asshole's head that he was only upset he wasn’t the one covering the story? I pulled out my phone to make a call when I realized that the messages I had tried to send when we landed never went through and I had absolutely no service. “Hey, is your phone working? If I don’t get a hold of my mom she’s going to worry.” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 26-Sep-23 11:03 AM
I should have known that the pixie cut geek would have some on the tongue quip ready to go. Is it even worth responding to your jab? You earned another sideways glance while setting the equipment down. I should have helped with that, but then you might think I like you and we all know how that ends. A patterned drumming echoed from a roll of my fingertips across the bar top. Why do the women who you want to hold angry grudges for always smell so good? Like, you just rode in a sweaty ass plane for hours why do you carry the aura of just left a shower? Did you freshen up? Sitting up a tad straighter allowed me to get my head above the stink of my own ego. “Your welcome.” Yeah see, two can play at the game of being a passive douchebag. My weird distant temper was for your own protection anyway. Or is it for mine? The teeniest little temper rolled around beneath my gut for how you opened this meeting up. Are you going to report me for being shallow and distant? Can they fire me for not being enough of a come on? After a roll of my eyes I finally got around to answering your question, “No, it’s not.” Ah yes, you could take my words and paint their beauty onto a canvas. I shot a hateful glare toward the group of young adults nearby, “We aren’t the only ones having issues with their cell service either.” Our awkward group moment drug on a bit longer. This man almost succeeded in keeping his mouth shut, but then that would pass the opportunity to act like I know something. “Probably just a local outage.” My genius truly knows know bounds. .
11:04
While the bartender busied themselves crafting your airport drink I turned my attention back to the flatscreen. A well dressed man with an annoyingly chiseled jawline was explaining that an extreme amount of ordinance was dropped on a location with no discernible targets. Nothing by drone footage could be seen as destroyed by the strike. No world governments would comment on the matter except for the Pentagon which made an outward statement about staying focused on domestic issues. “Can you believe that shit?” It was obviously directed at you even though my face didn't turn from its upward angle. “Stay focussed on domestic- issues?” The pause in my statement was from swallowing a tiny dredge of sweet left in the bottom of my glass. “They flatten a nowhere desert and we don’t get an inkling as to why?” Yes, let’s get tipsy and discuss politics since we obviously have no chemistry and hate each other on principle. .
11:04
When the well tanned man dropped your mixed drink off I found myself intensely jealous yours had yet to be imbibed. Is eleven AM to early for a second drink? A passive glance at your first sip reminded me that this was a work trip and not a vacation. The dramatic sigh I let loose afterwords deflated my weird racing anxiety enough to lean forward over the counter and attempt relaxation. Your comment about mom still danced around my skull like an angry boozed up stripper. “Don’t we have a satellite phone? I won’t tell anybody if you use it to call momma.” I hadn’t intended for the final bit to be spat with such brutality, but its hard to hide jealousy for other peoples relationship with their parents. “The only time I ever used one in all my years with the network was to phone a co-host’s allergic reaction that didn't even end up being a true emergency.” Do they check the records on those things? Goddammit, now we had just made eye contact and this whole situation as moving to a friendlier state than I wished for. “After you finish your drink should we go stake out the spot?” Some older peers preferred a stop at the hotel first, but hopefully your ideals aligned with mine. I liked to just get things done. If we were doing something there was less chance of these conversations happening. It was a quick job anyway, and the sooner we got home the better. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 26-Sep-23 11:17 AM
A tiny trickle of anxiety made its way into my bloodstream when you told me your phone wasn’t working, and neither were the gaggle of peoples nearby. A local outage would explain things but it seemed like odd timing. I mean a fuck ton of bombs obliterates a desert and our phones aren’t working? Maybe I’ve just seen too many movies for my own good. Besides, this is Florida, I’m surprised anything works here. “When does the government ever actually tell us anything? We work the news, we know this already.” I couldn’t help but find myself annoyed with the whole ordeal. Easier to be annoyed than scared after all. It was bad enough that we were dropping bombs, I didn’t even want to think about why we weren’t being told what was going on. When the bartender dropped off my drink I found the first not annoying thing of the day sitting in front of me, five cherries were on a fancy toothpick atop of my drink and before taking a sip I wrapped plush lips around one to pop it into my mouth. Your annoyance at my anxiety around getting ahold of my mom wasn’t lost on me and I decided it would be better to not bother. I could get ahold of her when we got to the hotel later on, surely the landlines are still working and then I wouldn’t have to worry about getting in trouble for using the sat phone for personal use. “No, it’s alright I’ll get ahold of her later. I’d rather not risk the trouble.” You managed to steal a laugh out of me when you explained the time you had used one. “Better safe than sorry right?” When our eyes briefly met I was still smiling, you were still a douchebag as far as I was concerned but the conversation wasn’t horrible. Certainly better than feeling stressed. .
11:17
I nodded when you suggested going to stake out the spot where we would be shooting the story. Normally I would be all for it but delaying getting to the hotel and using the phone was definitely a worry plaguing my mind. Still I did like to know where we would be and what the best angles were going to be when we were shooting. “Yeah, sounds good to me. Can we grab something to eat on the way back to the hotel too?” It probably wasn’t the most responsible thing but all I’d had for breakfast was a piece of toast with some peanut butter on it and I was already starving. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 26-Sep-23 11:40 AM
What you said about already knowing better because we work the news made me feel a lot less anxious. To be among peers and exchanging knowledgeable jokes about shared grievances will make a man on the moon feel more at home. Luckily we were just in a Floridian airpot, but the place did have a sense of strange. When you went on to shoot me down about the satellite phone I tapped the counter in a frustrated poking pattern. I didn’t say anything more on the topic after that, but your reaction had been frustrating. Are you just spewing random anxieties? Why force me to listen to a tale about parenthood just to shut down the whole conversation? Frustrated eyes had been rolling around my sockets a lot today, but here they went again. I’d be lying if the way your lips wrapped the fruit wasn’t a tad distracting. Swallowing a frustrated lump of urgent primal desire down my neck succeeded in pulling my head away from the sight. My eyes were back on the television now, but they weren’t observing much. “Always. Always food on the way back to the hotel.” Why would we come all this way on company dime and not charge nice meals to their credit card? Stupid airport chairs were nailed to the ground and thus it was a weird shuffle to get stood back up. When I swiveled around to stand our knees knocked together and an awkward tangling of hands rewarded us first contact. Everything had been so lonely and empty since they took her from my time slot that the simple brush of light fingertips was enough to make my neck rise up with goosebumps. Eventually I got to my feet, and without thinking scooped up a duffel bag. “There should be a rental waiting for us, but that would require someone properly doing their job before we get here.” If anything we can bond on the foundation of shitting on executives. A maze of an airpot was awaiting our adventuring, and from the way this bag dug into my shoulder I already regretted making you hulk it around. “Shall we?” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 26-Sep-23 12:22 PM
“Hey, you never know, I’ve done stories with people where they don’t want to stop for food. Some shit about ‘not wanting to run up the bill too much’” My eyes rolled when I thought about it, as if we didn’t deserve to have good food while they sent us all over the country and sometimes even internationally just to report the same regurgitated crap half the time. I probably shouldn’t hate on the logistics of this job so much but sometimes I wish I would have done what I wanted to do to begin with and tried to shoot for making documentaries. My friends would remind me right about now that I’m still young and have plenty of time to still make my dreams come true. I made a mental cheers to that and swallowed back the rest of my drink in rather large and, to be frank, disgusting gulp, before munching on the remaining cherries. .
12:22
When I turned to get out of my chair you had apparently already started to do the same and thus led to the most awkward knocking of knees and tangling of hands ever. “Sorry.” I mumbled before I managed to get myself upright and busy myself trying to arrange one bag over my shoulder and the other in my hand. When I went to grab the last one I was surprised to see that you had already grabbed it. Mr. Douche has some kind of manners after all? I thought about teasing you for it or making some kind of smart ass remark but it was likely you would drop it for me to carry myself and I’d really rather not struggle through the entire airport with all three. “So in other words there’s a fifty fifty shot that we’re going to have to figure out our own ride.” It wouldn’t be the first nor the last time I’m sure that I had to take a taxi to leave the airport. It was pretty nice being around someone who wasn’t afraid to say the things we were all thinking all the time. I swear I’ll never understand all of the people who tiptoe around the producers as if they’re some sort of omnipresent figures. “Thanks for grabbing that by the way, I think my arm was ready to fall out lugging them all around myself.” A brief smile was aimed your way before we started to walk through the busy airport and more than once words caught my ear about cell service not working and worries of terrorist threats. “I really hope this is just all some weird coincidence.” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 26-Sep-23 01:46 PM
Your ‘sorry' proved there was an inch of manners within that bitch-frame. I should know better than to judge someone on first appearances, but to be fair you had been a bit of a know it all ass so far. Although I suppose its hard to not be when you are putting up with a type like me. The self directed phrase of condemnation sprung a sly smile to my lips. I had done my best to hide it but when you flashed that look at me all hope was lost. Great, now she will feel comfortable talking to me. For a nano second my eyes descended the length of your body, however I quickly snapped them back forward.There will be none of that. “Fifty-fifty is giving them a lot of credit.” Stop. Talking. To. Her. “Did you hear about the time they sent a fresh crew all the way to Russia without proper documentation? Imagine arriving in Moscow with a bunch of suspicious sensitive material without having any proof as to why you are there.” The fault of that scenario was likely customs, but it was easier and more fun to point fingers at our bosses. I am sure at some point every trail of evil in the universe leads back to mid day American broadcasting. FOX has gotten sued for it so much they now classify themselves ‘entertainment media.’ . (edited)
13:46
Another group of tourists whose plans were more important than everybody else’s was having a meltdown over cell service. A sneaking sense that something was wrong took root in my mind, and of course you had to cement its existence by opening your mouth to share thoughts. “Me too.” At first I considered just leaving it at that, but I needed to issue a preverbal knock on wood. “If something was actually wrong there would be a statement issued right?” You and I both worked in the industry so I already felt stupid for saying that. “You know what I mean, if something of that magnitude was occurring we would have gotten phone calls to-“ Right after saying it I realized how stupid it was. “Oh shit, it could actually be bad.” We were nearing a line for car service now, and I would much prefer to hold everything while you got us sorted. “Can I play pretty boy and stand here with the stuff while you talk to strangers?” Yes, I am useless, get used to it. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 26-Sep-23 05:10 PM
"Oh my god I remember hearing about that! I didn't realize that's what had happened. I just remember hearing about how a crew was stuck in Russia. What a bunch of idiots. The networks lucky nobody ended up hurt or stuck there for fucks sake." That has always been the most terrifying part of international news for me. Once you're in a different country you're pretty much at their mercy and if they don't want you to leave they aren't going to let you. I shook my head as we walked and when you said we would have gotten a call for a brief moment I thought you were making a joke and snorted a laugh. It wasn't until I'd already done it and you were correcting yourself that I realized you weren't joking. "Well if it is bad I hope they get us home before it gets any worse." The last place I wanted to be stuck during some kind of emergency was fucking Florida. "You'd have to be pretty to do that but sure I'll go find out about our ride." It was meant to be playful banter but it came out sounding pretty mean in the struggle of setting the other duffle next to you. I could have easily said as much but I didn't want it to seem too much like I cared about what you thought, or even your feelings for that matter. "I'll be right back." Getting to the front of the line didn't take as long as I thought it would and when I gave our names surprisingly enough everything was in order and there was already a car waiting for us. Probably a good thing since Uber was out of the question with phones not working. "The car is already ready for once pretty boy let's get over to this site so we can eat I'm starving." There was a newfound pep in my step now that we were actually getting to leave the airport and I slung the heavy bag over my shoulder much easier than the last time. "Do you think they'd call us on the sat phone if something was seriously wrong?" I wasn't exactly sure if you could make an inbound call to a satellite phone but I was hopeful. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 26-Sep-23 08:23 PM
For a brief moment in time it seemed we may begin to get along. We were sharing casual conversation without it feeling like pulling teeth, and you even managed to smile at a joke. Then you had to go and make shitty comment about me not being a pretty boy. I am a grown man who went to private schools so I have withstood my fair share of mean statements. There was this flat way to how you delivered what was said that made it stick with a ego lethality. There was no passing glance or knowing look flashed my way that suggested otherwise either. I stared directly at your face when you set the bags down and there wasn’t even a smile at the corner of your lips. Am I ugly? Shame the damage a pretty girl can do to your psyche with just a passing comment. Had the world not ended less than forty-eight hours later I may have even glanced in the mirror with extra weight from your words. Jokes on you though because I got to stare at your ass while you walked up to the counter. Before I had been polite in not eating your body up, but if you are going to be a bitch then there will be no respect offered. My eyes did wander around the airport for anything interesting, but all they found was a line of running TSA workers. Had someone found the keys to every plane or something? None of them were outright sprinting, but whatever there destination must be important. This was all I got time for before you returned with jokes and good news. For my fragile boy-brain’s sake we are going to pretend your follow up quip was an attempt at feeling bad for earlier. Maybe if you were a subservient little fucker I would have grabbed two bags, but I just hoisted the one back up before saying, “Thank God somebody did their job.” .
20:23
We had just passed a kiosk selling poorly crafted keychains when you asked about the satellite phone. I already knew the answer when you inquired, but for some weird reason I held the thought as if answering too quick would make you doubt me. After a few more storefronts I said, “Not that I have ever heard of, although we are adults so if things get fishy we can always just leave.” Your tenure may not survive an abandoned scoop, but mine would… probably. I could vouch for you, however that’s a luxury for girls who don’t insinuate that I’m not attractive. Make fun of me all you want, but I only have the redeeming quality of shiny teeth and nice jawline. The only person who had ever called me anything nicer was my own mom and after a certain age, ‘my mom said I am nice,’ stops being a valid excuse. Walking along in silence was better than worrying about why nothing was working, but at least our car was where it should be. You had the keys so I assumed you must be one of those girls who actually drives, and thus I just slung the duffel back into the trunk when we arrived and made my way for the passenger seat. It smelled of caustic cleaning agent, but at least they didn’t book us something embarrassing like a mini van. When you finally slid into the driver’s seat I was still working on pulling our destination up on my phone. “GPS still seems to work, but no service yet.” If I had to spend an entire evening with you in a hotel with no internet things would get uncomfortable. My nerves got the better of me as I said, “Do you think the thing in Ukraine got bad enough it fucked something up? I know its a little crazy to connect phones to what was on the news I just…” Yep I sounded like a crazy man, “Maybe I’m just hungry too.” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 26-Sep-23 08:47 PM
For some reason the remark about us being adults and being able to leave rubbed me wrong and I couldn't tell if it was just a combination of anxiety and hunger making me more sensitive or if you were actually being an ass. Not that I wouldn't deserve it after my failed delivery of the pretty boy joke before. This was going to be such an awkward trip if we couldn't figure out how to be around each other. It didn't help matters any that we had to share a room. At least it wasn't sharing a bed but still, being in a confined space the majority of a trip with someone who isn't exactly your cup of tea is one of the most uncomfortable feelings I've ever experienced. "Right, of course we can." There was a thought nagging at me inside that we should leave right now and go back home but I brushed it off as being too paranoid. .
20:47
When we got to the car and you hopped into the passenger seat I felt myself growing more frustrated, you seriously couldn't even have offered to drive? Not that I was a bad driver or anything but I just wanted to relax for however long it took to get to the site of our story. "Well, at least we have that I guess." I pulled in the direction of the exit and got into the line of traffic waiting to do the same. "Honestly I don't know.. something doesn't feel right though I mean aren't there usually at least speculations of what's to come before the actual explosions?" My hand wrapped around the leather of the steering wheel tight enough to make it groan from the pressure. Maybe it was idealistic thinking but the idea of something so big happening without any warning was scary. "I'm sure it's just local like you said I mean I doubt they would have put us on a plane to cover a satellite launch if there was a chance of like.. war or something." The logic was shoddy at best and I'm pretty sure I was trying to convince myself more than anything else. When we finally made it to the main road and the light turned green I went to turn and ended up having to slam on the brakes to keep us from hitting someone flying down the road. Unbeknownst to me I had let out a terrified and surprised shriek and it took me a few moments to hit the gas again and actually pull onto the road. "FUCKING Floridians." I huffed out a shaky laugh trying to settle my nerves and briefly peered over at you. "Sorry, it was the brakes or turning into roadkill." @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 26-Sep-23 11:04 PM
“Hmm.” The inquisitive tone was supposed to replace the bare spot of smart I had failed to fill. I don’t think you were quite accurate in mentioning that they wouldn’t send us here, but then again I was wrong most times. Your initial statement over hearing about bombings could go either way. “When the Unites States assaulted the most heavily fortified city on the planet the greater public didn't know for a good twenty-four hours.” Was that supposed to make you feel better? It only seemed to imply that there was a greater conflict about to break out. Perhaps some defusing would do good right now. “Although everything nowadays also gets blown out of proportion. All stories we think are a big deal usually turn out to be nothing.” That was the issue with our hype-cycle media, its all presented as crazy! Suddenly my heart was in my throat which is definitely not where it belongs. Almost getting us pressed into hot flesh between flaming metal does wonders to wake a man up. The dick head who almost hit us had the audacity to honk his horn for a long ass time, but that’s what we get for existing. “Better to break three of my ribs on the seatbelt then die in a fireball.” Guess it doesn’t matter if a global conflict is breaking out, because my fellow countryman will do an excellent job of murdering me with their car anyway. After some nervous back and forth looks you gained the confidence to get us into traffic. “Up two lights, and then its a right to the highway.” With a ker-thunk I deposited the phone within a cupholder. It was conveniently angled so you could glance down at it. You probably preferred to look it over me just barking orders at you. .
23:04
A few more heartbeats pumped the remaining adrenaline from my chest and that allowed me to focus more on passing sidewalk rather than impending heart attack. “If your cussing at locals I doubt you are from here.” Small talk on this one is truly next level. “Soo, where are you from?” Nothing from the way your hair was colored to the outfit you wore screamed ‘natural,’ so what is your story? In my experience people who cover up every sign of their appearance have something deeper to hide. Then again, I am a scandal ridden news anchor so what do I know? “Unless you’d rather keep it to yourself in which case I can just read every other sign we pass like a toddler.” Yes, your choice is personal questions, or annoying prattling. On our right was a broken down car, was that the fourth one we had passed? “Guess everyone’s piece of shit is dying today.” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 27-Sep-23 10:44 AM
“I did not break your ribs.” I mumbled with a roll of my eyes, my grip on the steering wheel was now hard enough to have my knuckles turning snow white and I really wished that I wasn’t the one driving anymore. Although, I did avoid the speeding asshole so maybe it is a good thing I’m the one behind the wheel. I nodded at your directions and jumped a little when the phone thunked into the cup holder. Everything had me so on edge and at this point I wished we were just going straight to the hotel. A quick glance down let me check the directions for myself and I made sure I was in the right lane so I didn’t have to try to get over in traffic right before the highway. “Please don’t start reading signs.*” The amount of times that my eyes had already rolled since waking up this morning was going to give me a headache. “I was born in Japan, I left so that I could come to school here and then graduated from Columbia in New York City. My mom came with me, she still lives in the city. Says it feels almost like home.” I’ve always thought she was just saying that to ease my guilt in her coming with me and taking her away from our real home but I’ll certainly never argue and tell her that. .
10:44
Right before we got onto the highway you pointed out another broken down car and the worry inside of me was growing enough to have my face scrunched up. Nothing about this made any sense. I mean what are the odds that cell service goes out, bombs go off, and peoples cars start dying all at the same time? “Yeah that's.. Strange.” The balance between us was already precarious enough and I didn’t want to throw everything off by sounding paranoid or like a scared baby so I just kept it to myself and worked on squeezing the steering wheel to death. “What about you, where are you from?” Maybe if I could manage to keep the conversation flowing then I could distract my worried mind from completely spiraling. There really wasn’t a need to connect everything, it really could be just coincidence. Right? @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 27-Sep-23 07:47 PM
Did you just roll your eyes at me? There had been no sliver of smile to your lips that suggested it had been done in a humorous reaction to my joke either. Are you really just a no fun kind of bitch? Working this gig had granted me the gift of meeting many people, and occasionally one came across a stoic individual. For your own sake I hope something within that surprisingly thin frame beat with an ounce of laughter. For Christ’s sake on the flight out our air steward had practically been a stand up comedian and your face hadn’t moved an inch. I’d be concerned for my own safety if the entire thing wasn’t so sad. Then again here I am judging an entire woman’s personality on one long working afternoon with her. Neither of us really wanted to be here, but there was also no one to take it out on except each other. I felt better when you told the short story of being a foreign immigrant. So it is possible that you weren’t a cunt, but instead just from overseas. Great, so you think I am annoying and you are judging me on a set of principles unknown to me. This afternoon suddenly took on the vibe of interview. Am I actually constantly being judged, or am I just stuck in my own head? Another knock to my ego was being informed you were a college graduate. This next part where I tell you that my mother’s business connections got me everything in life is going to be awkward. No matter how I told the story people who made themselves like you always seemed to smell straight through my bullshit. .
19:47
Should I feel bad for being an ass about your mom? Sounds like she may be the only connection you have to home. Would it be pitying you if I went easier on you on the grounds of respecting your background? A part of me envied those who actually got to go learn something and then do what they want. Not that I didnt, its just more complicated than that. “I was born in Chicago.” Technically not true as it had been a close suburb, but this just saved us from that conversation. “Not going to lie I was a shithead until after high school, and then I got… lucky with a few connections.” And then apparently squandered it with an affair. In my defense she never told me that she was married, but nobody likely actually cares. “Part of me wants to follow a silly dream and pool money from this gig until I can start an ocean clean up business.” Philanthropy might make up for a past life’s sins, “Or maybe something with elephants, I always liked their cute faces.” Sweet fuck, am I grown child? @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 27-Sep-23 08:07 PM
There it is. All it took was a brief glance in your direction before checking the GPS to see it, a look I'd gotten all too used to seeing on people's faces. It's the 'oh she's not from here look' and it never gets any less annoying. I suppose it might not be as annoying if being home hadn't been like living in hell for me for a good chunk of my life. The standards that were set for me by my father and society in general had been impossible to meet. There's a reason that I bleached raven hair and cut it so short. It felt like it was one of the few things I could do to literally cut off a piece of my past. People hear that you're from Japan and see that you're successful and just assume that you left to show off your smarts and get a good job somewhere else. They don't assume that you got caught with your secret girlfriend of a year when nobody else was supposed to be home, or that your father had been so blinded with rage he beat you both and then threw you out on the streets. They don't assume that it took just under four months for your mother to stash enough money to flee, or what you had to do to survive in the meantime. It's better that way though. .
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The fact that you had connections wasn't surprising to me at all. You sort of had a spoiled kid air about you, although I'm sure my preconceived notions about your personality from the rumors that spread like wildfire didn't help any. It was surprising to hear that you had a dream that seemed so.. selfless. For a man who seemed to have one concern all the time, that concern being himself, it was really refreshing. "Connections are always nice to have." I wouldn't know since the only person who would speak to me anymore was my mother and the girl from back home refused to return my letters out of fear. Not that I could blame her, I just wish we could have at least stayed friends. "You know, I was actually supposed to be on an animal sanctuary story this week. I was pissed they took me off of it." I managed a small laugh before smiling over at you for a moment. "If you end up opening one someday, keep the best in mind to cover the story." @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 28-Sep-23 08:51 PM
‘Connections are always nice to have.’ Ah yes, you might as well have cemented your feelings onto a giant oversized fist and driven the words into my face. I wasn’t always right in my assumptions of people, but I swear you were dancing around confronting me about having the job handed to me. Although I suppose it’s possible to just assume you were being polite. Thankfully the next thing you said was about yourself, which meant we no longer had to talk about me. Can we just keep the conversion completely focussed on anything but this asshole soul? I’d rather get out and film a four part documentary on sidewalks then keep this up. “Hey, I’m sorry this trip was so undesired. We can just bar crawl and then kill a cop or something if that is more your speed?” God, I hope you found something funny soon. “But, you may not want to count on me for a criminal skill set.” Why am I talking about myself again? “The only thing I ever did that was against the law is mailbox baseball on a dare.” Yes, I was that kind of spoiled asshole. Can I somehow wrap this back around to you so I stop digging myself a personality hole? “I’ll keep you in mind. Just as long you don’t frame me for some bullshit.” Goddammit, there I went making things awkward. At least another pair of broken down cars served a decent distraction for a few seconds. Had those people been arguing? .
20:51
We were still several miles away, and that meant we needed something to talk about. This was difficult to do when I kept thinking about the cute smile you flashed me moments ago. We are not doing this again! I almost asked you where we were going to eat later, but that would have been conversational suicide. “Is this your first job with the network?” Passing the puck of conversation deflated so much anxiety out of me I physically shrank further into the seat. Perhaps it would have been more interesting a trip of we had gotten in the car accident. My gaze was directed out the window in fear of seeing you focussed on driving. Why am I always attracted to the ones who annoy me? Am I a stupid fuckass? @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 28-Sep-23 09:18 PM
Was now a bad time to tell you that you could probably just count on my criminal skill set? I had never killed anyone, at least not that I know of. But I had gotten away with plenty that I likely shouldn't have in one way or another in those four months I was completely on my own with nothing. "Maybe scratch the cop killing part we can just stick to something light like arson, since you're new and all." That earned another small laugh from me and honestly I sort of hated the fact that you were funny. That's probably how the other girl fell into the career destroying trap that was being in whatever it was the two of you had though, and it wasn't about to happen to me. I worked way too hard to let some pretty smile derail everything. Passing by more and more breakdowns was growing more concerning, maybe it was just something with the technology of certain cars? Fuck if I knew how any of that worked. I really hoped that at least the camera equipment would be alright so this trip hadn't been for nothing. The silence between us was awkward, it felt as if both of us wanted to talk but had no idea what to say. It was honestly strange since usually I could make small talk with just about anybody, not that I actually cared about at least three quarters of them but still. Normally I could talk. Finally you asked a question that broke some of the tension. "No, I've done a few others. But I haven't been with this network for very long. Maybeeee two months now?" .
21:18
When we neared an exit I was supposed to take onto a different part of the highway it was blocked with multiple broken down cars, luckily the GPS automatically rerouted us and it only tacked on an extra five minutes to the trip. "Back to what you were saying, what the hell is mailbox baseball?" You had said it was the only way that you had ever broken the law but I couldn't imagine what it was. I mean did you go around chucking balls into mailboxes? And if so, why was that illegal? It made sense that you had never done anything less 'pretty boy' of you though I suppose. It must be nice to be born having life handed to you on a silver platter. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 29-Sep-23 03:40 PM
Now that you mentioned it watching a building burn down is probably a lot of fun. There was an irresistible allure to how fire pours from windows and upward into the sky like a reversed waterfall. It was a little suspicious that you jumped the topic straight into that, but maybe I was reading into it too far. I had just joked about killing a cop after all. “People care more about property than cops though.” Oh fuck, if you were a bootlicker or something this was going to get awkward. “I guess if we are doing crimes it doesn’t really matter though, does it?” There is no better person on the planet than me at digging conversational holes. Thankfully you were on about mailbox baseball now. Do you really not know? I flashed a semi-toxic sideways glance at you, and it was too slow to be concealed. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, “Don’t worry, I am absolutely embarrassed that I have to explain this to you.” Wow stupid-ass, that still somehow landed like an insult. We had passed through the deeper portion of city highway, and now curving roads were taking us further into country side. Guess rocket launches are loud or something because it was a ways from town. .
15:40
I had spent too much time delaying the inevitable already. “Its when you-“ Just say it, moron. “Its when you lean out the side of a convertible with a baseball bat and smack the tops of people’s mailboxes off at speed.” Yup, I was that kind of boyish asshole. “Its about as fucking dumb as it sounds.” Maybe I can distract from the actual embarrassing act by telling you how I got caught? “Third house we hit was the Sheriff’s daughter.” Turns out she has her cop daddy on speed dial, and that is all you need to kill fun dead. “Two-hundred hours community service, the judge hated my mother and through the book at us.” And now you know that a judge knew my family by name. I am going to roll out of this fucking car. “Please, share something dumb you did so I feel better.” After this there will be no more small talk, because the slow inflation of my cock is a warning that making you laugh is a recipe for disaster. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 29-Sep-23 05:25 PM
Half of a huffed laugh and a nod were all I gave you in response to people caring more about property than police. It's certainly not like I had an affinity for the badge toting assholes, they'd never done anything for me but make my life harder. Oh and ignore the report of assault I attempted to make against my father. Apparently the second you mention your girlfriend as another woman a lot of people just won't give a shit, I should have said she was just a friend, then maybe she wouldn't hate me still. Your smile both caught me off guard and brought me back to the current conversation where I was preparing to learn about what mailbox baseball was. It was sort of funny how you seemed both incredibly confident and also painfully awkward. How did people pin the whole playboy thing on you? It has to be just based on looks because there was no way a pipsqueak like me was making you this nervous. .
17:25
"You're kidding?" I looked over at you and back at the road a couple of times before bursting into a longer laugh than I had thus far. "First of all, that sounds fun but damn you have shit luck." I shook my head again when you told me to share something embarrassing. Honestly I didn't even know what I could say most of the things that I considered embarrassing were also pretty fucking sad to talk about. Humming for a few moments as I tried to think I also reminded myself not to fall into the trap of liking you, if anything your story just solidified that you were a douchebag. And a spoiled one at that. "Well.. let's see.. I almost bit a girl's tongue off once when I had my first real kiss? That was pretty embarrassing. It honestly just startled me and I snapped my teeth shut before I could think about it." I grimaced hard when I realized what I had said out loud, for all I knew you could be some homophobic piece of shit and it wouldn't matter if I liked dick too. "Hey how long until we're there? I can't see the bottom of the screen well." I could see it just fine but it seemed like a good distraction. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 29-Sep-23 09:04 PM
Well, at least the cute girl can laugh about my failures. To be fair, it was pretty goddamn funny. Your laughter made the trip feel shorter, and it did healthy things for my confidence. Am I good with people? This situation had the cursed aura of asking out a cashier. Keep your hands to yourself. God, why is the annoying little cunt in my head always right? I had already made the pact to myself before meeting you that this was just a working thing. That stupid bitch who sold me out had been the only person in my entire life who had been disclosed with full honesty. A loud sigh stole the air from my lungs before I sat up straighter in the passenger seat. A weird silent karmic prayer was sent out for referring to her so poorly. Even after everything she did to me I still feel bad talking badly about her. After all, I had kept secrets from her too. .
21:04
You want to know how poorly conditioned I am as a dude to think everyone is into me? When you first started the tale about biting a girls tongue off it didn’t occur to me that you had been kissing one. Silly questions like, was another girl egressing on your man while you kissed him or something? And other such instant genius classics as, How do you get your mouth inside a combatant’s to rip their tongue out? The first laugh I responded with had been when not properly understanding the story. It wasn’t until after I reached for the phone as requested that your sexuality struck me. Ohhh… With sudden dry mouth it was hard to speak. “Twenty minutes, but it looks to be a straight shot.” This second round of small giggles was in response to actually understanding what had occurred. The awkward stretch of time that passed in silence after that was looking rather bad on my part. What do I say? “Well, did you two stay together after that?” Thankfully enough jest made it into my voice that I didn’t look like a total asshole. In all seriousness my question has been an honest one. “If a young romance can survive that for a few years it would make for a cute story.” This next part was actually pathetic, “Not to imply that your story wasn’t cute otherwise.” Yes moron, biting people’s mouth tentacles out is cute. Such an odd mix of emotions at hearing that tale. My initial reaction that some door had been shut for me was instantly snuffed out when mulled on for but a moment. You didn’t owe me anything, and in fact this change of speed would do nicely for our working relationship. If you thought I was an asshole and your barn door swung the other way then maybe we could just focus on getting things done. Serene calm passed over me, and it offered my stupid boy mouth an actual relatable quip, “If it makes you feel any better I was one of those guys who held his breath and passed out.” To be fair it had only been a second, but it was enough to scare my friend ghost pale.
21:04
“Funny, the little things we let haunt us when life has so much worse in store for adulthood.” I didn’t want to look at your face when I said that in case you thought it was dumb, so instead my gaze hovered out the window and watched buildings become trees. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 29-Sep-23 10:24 PM
Your first laugh made me grimace even more and my grip was once again enough to make the steering wheel protest with whines of stretching fabric. No way it's real leather. Twenty minutes. It might as well have actually been forever, truth be told I wanted to tuck and roll out of the car right now. I'd survived worse, I'm sure I could do it. Okay maybe at these speeds that wouldn't really happen but still, the thought was nice. Your second bout of giggles seemed a little less insulting but still, my slip up had made me tense. I should have known better than to fuck up like that and I had no idea why I said it to begin with. I could have made up anything on the planet to satisfy your stupid question about something I'd done so why did I feel the need to suddenly be honest? I'm blaming the stupid smile. .
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"No.. no we didn't stay together. Apparently making someone bleed what felt like a gallon of blood at the time isn't a great foundation for a relationship." Another turn towards nowhere was leading us further from the highway and the lack of such thick traffic was a relief. "It would have been cute though you're probably right." Your awkward add ons made me smile again and I felt a little more at ease knowing at least you weren't going to be an asshole about that. The air around us seemed to change and I didn't know what caused it but it was nice to feel a break in the tension that had been nearly constant since we met up at the airport this morning. Maybe I didn't need to hate you so much? "Noooo really? That's cute though, you must have been so nervous." Who would have thought the man caught up in such a scandal passed out during his first kiss. Your next set of words hit me a lot harder than I thought they would but I tried my best not to let the flicker of sadness show in my expression, I'd had enough practice I should be good at it. "Yeah… yeah it is." I glanced over at you just to see you looking out the window and for just a second I let myself feel something before I smashed it like a bug. "The small things seem so much bigger when you're also small, although my small was also a hole in someone's tongue so, I'd say maybe it was more of a medium." .
22:25
The joke was so corny that I was cringing on the inside but I managed to stay level in appearance. For a long while I found myself struggling to think of something else to say, that was until we passed by a huge flock of birds circling the same area in the middle of practically nowhere. Okay that was a little dramatic but we certainly weren't near the city anymore. "I've never seen anything like that before." I was leaning over towards you to get a better look as I drove, occasionally one of the winged creatures would seem to get confused and divebomb straight into the ground. "Do you think they're sick or something?" People liked to poison their crops and small rodents and I knew that it would make owls sick, maybe this was similar. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 30-Sep-23 04:16 PM
Your attempt at a follow up joke over troubles when small was so bad that it made me laugh on an anti-humor basis. It probably looked a tiny bit like madness considering it was the hardest you had cracked me up since we met. It almost felt like laughing at you, but the look on your face said that you knew it was bad before you had even said it. Although there is a chance I was reading too much into your complete level of blankness. Eventually my giggles melted into sniffling before ending in a few deep breaths. At first I considered a brief apology at overreacting, but instead we settled back into another awkward silence. At least the country side we are zooming past is amazing. Pointy trees swayed in wind-timed ripples. The sun filtered shadows throughout the grouping of them, and it added a counter sway effect to them that made the forest look more full. Everything was beautiful until the very moment we spotted circling death birds. Not only was there a truly massive group of them amassed into a single area, but they occasionally decided to off themselves one by one. It was such an awesome display of horror that when you leaned over to look at them I hadn’t even noticed. At some point my world had become pretty notes of girly shampoo, but nothing would rip my eyes from the sight until we passed it. Your question more or less took the words right from my mouth, and it only had the effect of stunning me into further unsettling feelings. By now the sight had passed from our vision, but it hung in my gut with perverse disturbance. “Sick, or they saw a fuckin’ demon or something.” Even though it had been a joke it wasn’t followed up by a smile or laugh of my own. Sometimes the Segway of humor is simply used to deescalate the harsh truths that land afterword. .
16:16
If it had been awkwardness keeping us silent before, it was earthly horrors doing so now. When the phone chimed up about your highway exit it jolted me with a small shock of adrenaline. Thankfully I didn’t jump and single myself out as a total loser, but it did take several moments for my heart rate to even back out. When I finally spoke again we had already left the highway. “You ever get the weird feeling you should have stayed in bed this morning?” Hopefully you didn’t think I had aimed the comment at you. Directly out our windshield was a winding road whose end held an obvious upright launch platform. Closer to it was a large chainlink fence, but we were nearing country now that would make for great shooting locations. “This is your land now camera-nerd, see anything good?” The bad part about mommy getting me this job is I have no proper experience with good backdrops. .
16:16
When the deer first hopped out from the side of the trees I don’t think you saw it. Either way it cleared the entire road with a glorious hop before colliding with a tree on the drivers side with a meaty crunch. Over the sound of engine and rumbling tires the gross pop of spinal column leaving brainstem was still audible. You definitely saw the last part, and it earned us a screeching halt. The moment our momentum began to curve from the sudden stop you lightened up on the pedal which allowed us to coast to a final stop. Neither of us turned away from the windshield until a few seconds after you slid us into park. Had that things eye come out of its head? “Is there something in the goddamn air?” Without meaning too my statement had been injected with a dose of anger. It was aimed at the state of things and its cruel ability to disrupt our working day. Finally my head turned to look at you, “Are you okay?” Our stop had been semi rough, and who knows if you shared some odd medical condition. Humor probably wasn’t the best option here, but my inability to stop shitty jokes is a downfall of persona. “You aren’t going to have a heart attack are you?” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 30-Sep-23 05:14 PM
“Well.. it’s Florida so I wouldn’t be too surprised if they did.” Neither of us filled the space after that with a laugh or even a smile. I think both of us could feel the shift of energy, something was definitely wrong but if either of us said it out loud that would make it too real. You at least alluded to the fact that you were feeling it with your next comment and I nodded in reply. “More often than is probably good for a person.” It happened less now that I was here and far away from everything that had happened but you can’t evict the horrors that live in your head. When you asked me if I saw anything good I took my eyes off of the road for a few moments to look towards your side of the car. “Maybe over that way.” I pointed before continuing, “We can get a good shot closer to the fence and get the full launch set up in the background.” Normally I would have tried to have a less ugly backdrop but if we went further to the side and used the trees then the only cool part of the whole shot would be the actual launch going off and, well, that would be kind of lame. I should have known better than to look away from the road for so long because before I knew it there was a blur of brown jumping in front of the car and slamming into a tree with a noise that was so unlike anything I had ever heard before that I knew I would neve forget it. The way that I slammed on the brakes wasn’t even on purpose and it was lucky that there wasn’t a car behind us when I did it or the results would have been much worse. When we finally stopped the breaths I was taking in and letting out were much too short and I think I could feel the fact that all of the blood had left my face. With a shaking hand I reached down to put the car into park, the other was still gripping onto the steering wheel as if we were still at risk of crashing. .
17:14
Your question seemed so far away when you asked me if I was okay and it wasn’t until you asked me another one that I found myself really absorbing what you were saying. “N-no I-.” My entire body was trembling now and the space inside of the car felt too small. “I need some air.” Honestly it was embarrassing to be reacting like this to a fucking deer jumping into a tree but I had never seen or heard or an animal doing something like that before. It was so violent and so.. Strange. Stepping out of the car I slammed the door behind me much harder than I meant to and walked around to the back of the car trying to suck in deep breaths. I wasn’t a stranger to having a panic attack but it had been a long time since I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. “What the FUCK is happening?!” I wasn’t yelling at anyone or anything in particular but it did help to get a little bit of the nervous energy that was attacking my body. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 30-Sep-23 06:33 PM
Typically people responded to the ‘are you okay’ question with a rhetorical answer. Your ‘no’ caught me by surprise, and I felt bad for how shaken you were at the event. Personally I had been hunting with family and friends, and thus I was partially immune to the effects of dying creatures. Not that I wasn’t unsettled by the deer’s act, but more that my co-workers rising panic attack was of higher concern. If there had been any chance of me calming you down it was lost to time, and this was obvious by your swift exit from the vehicle. Jumping at the slamming door only filled me with frills of anger. A surrogate hatred was directed outward and I slammed a lazy fist into the dash board, “Fuck!” The words had been directed at nothing in particular, but your own echoing shouts proved I wasn’t alone in the feelings. A current of nature had been disturbed in the last twelve hours. Had America done something weird in that desert? Oh fuck, had we been responding to some chemical threat? Weird how the very air became charged with evil the moment I began to second guess its consistency as safe. Was that scratch in my throat imagined or real? A nervous push of palms over pant legs didn’t alleviate as much anxiety as I wished. You still weren’t back in the car, and after an annoyed huff I opened the door to try and help. Gravel crunched underneath dress loafers as I stepped around the back of the rental to find you crouched against the car having an emotional crisis. It wasn’t appropriate to touch you, and no string of words seemed proper enough to utter. You must have been locked pretty deep into that crisis because my hovering over you didn’t even earn a glance of worried eyes. It almost felt demeaning to get down into a lowered position, but getting our eyes to the same level made me feel less imposing. .
18:33
“Hey,” That didn’t seem to get your attention, but hopefully it meant you were listening. “We already found the filming spot. Why don’t we go get something to eat and chill at the hotel until tomorrow? I doubt you need to practice setting up a camera anyway.” Why does comforting people make me feel so flighty? I didn’t have the kind of upbringing that conditioned me with fear in every personal scenario. After a deep sigh I added, “If it makes you feel better we can just order room service and go straight there?” From this position I could see the twitching corpse of what had served as the catalyst for this entire scenario. “I can just keep running my mouth if it serves a good distraction?” Please, say something. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 30-Sep-23 06:56 PM
Crunching. Why is it that the mix of bones and cartilage and flesh make such a specific noise? I had heard something similar once when my ex-girlfriend's nose met with a fist and practically exploded with blood. There wasn’t a crunch that existed outside of living creatures that could actually compare to it. I didn’t even remember sinking down the way I did until your eyes met with mine and forced me to come out of my own head. Had I been crying? Reaching up to wipe at my face produced wet fingers and I quickly worked to wipe the rest away. The fact that you were trying to make me feel better but offering to go straight to the hotel was much kinder than I would have assumed you were capable of. Maybe I shouldn’t have judged you as much as I had just from what I had heard of the scandal. Small nods were all I was capable of at first but then you were asking me to say something and I forced myself to stand back upright, trying to avoid the twitching corpse of the deer. “Food sounds good. I uh I’m sorry I lost my cool for a second I just, that caught me off guard is all. For a second I had almost told you that I couldn’t deal specifically because of the loud crunching and the day it had brought me back too but that was way too personal and we weren’t even really friends. “Room service sounds nice, do you think that you could drive? I’m pretty shaken up and I don’t really think I’m the best person to have behind the wheel right now.” I hated showing any kind of weakness, especially to borderline strangers but you had been nice enough thus far that it didn’t feel quite as horrible. I nodded awkwardly and then walked around to the other side of the car so I could climb into the passenger side, sinking down into the seat once I had buckled the belt. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 01-Oct-23 09:16 AM
Watching sisters have meltdowns in early life had me attuned to giving you some earned space. Knowing that getting closer as a friend would only serve to rattle both of our careers also helped to prevent me from taking a comforting chase. When the passenger door had closed, thankfully much gentler than last time, I was still crouched behind the car staring at the corpse. The poor thing would still twitch out occasionally, but the motions of dying flesh were less than once every ten seconds now. There was a sad mixture of memory and thoughts swirling in my head as an untrained mind tried to make sense of what I saw. First thing I thought about was the inevitably of death. Will mine be painful? A tiny huff didn’t help to alleviate the stress I hoped. Will I die twitching with a face full of dirt and unrecognized nature while nobody helps? At least when I go there won’t be some creature of infinite intelligence crouched behind me gazing down with the ability to render aid but no emotional depth or interest to do so. One of the curses humanity carries at the top of our totem pole is earning nonchalant indifference to terrible events. It may not be fair to assume I am nonchalant yet, but will I harbor any emotion over this in a week? Sure I will still remember it, but will it stir my chest with swirls of worry like now? .
09:16
Second thing I remembered was a hunting trip with my grandfather. Scoped through his old rifle we had been sitting atop rocky outcropping that offered healthy view of a wide lake. Far side of the water was a clearing whose center held a fat herd of Elk. When they stopped to graze my Paupau had told me to hold fire and pointed out a specific member of the group. He had been spying through a pair of binoculars, and a wise mind had allowed his old eyes to search even the smallest of the pack before sighting in on the trophy kill. Being a young man I had only been interested in fielding the range practice and earning generational glory. The specific doe he had pointed out had a sick disease whose ailment had grown a nasty basketball sized tumor of leaking flesh on its head. The poor thing's neck couldn’t even support its own skull weight, and my grandfather took the time to share a few weird old man lessons. Since we had planned on eating the meat he didn’t feel comfortable consuming protein from a herd of animal who lived with something so gross. He also pointed out that the eco system must be void of significant predators if so many of them got that big, yet the sickest didn’t even get picked off. It just didn’t sit right with him, and he made me put the gun away until we left and spent an entire day of our trip relocating. .
09:16
Our situation now felt eerily similar to sitting on those sun-hot rocks with my now passed father’s father. What is this forest trying to tell us if everything we had seen so far screamed basketball tumor levels of sickness? If it wasn’t a local fluke matching all of the hype news I didn’t exactly feel any better because we still had to come back and film here tomorrow. If I had a shred of dignity in my own soul I would have made the network call to cancel our trip on the topic of safety. We would probably catch light flak and ridicule considering we had partners in active war zones, but fuck em’ they get to wear bulletproof vests. Also, I would probably feel better surrounded by a security detail. I also like money. I had been crouching long enough that my knees popped when standing again. Less crunching this time as my path took me over the bit of asphalt the driver’s side of the sedan still leaned over. Slipping into the seat took some work since the angle was trying to dump me into the vehicle yet the seat was too far forward for my legs to fit. A hilariously slow mechanical whir accented the motorized chair’s slide backwards. When I finally got around to closing myself in it felt like I had just put on a small play. Making eye contact would just be embarrassing, and since we already had a plan I busied myself pulling up the hotel. A hurried jaunt through old emails granted me our destination and before long we were K-turning back onto the road. .
09:16
“Sorta feels like we just made this trip.” Dry humor seemed to be our bread and butter, and the statement also worked to alert your hazy state to our new route. Rumbling along beneath trees that lazily hung over the road would normally be rather enchanting, but today I was focussed on suicidal wildlife. Thankfully our trip back to the highway was uneventful save for our passing of vortexing birds again.If it’s not deer then its swirling crows. Are we going to die? Everything about this screamed cosmic omen to go the fuck home. Once we had glided up our onramp and were in cruise control I tried for small talk. “What should we eat? We can pull up the menu on the phone to see what they offer.” You were an adult and you obviously knew this, but whenever I had locked up being given easy choices sometimes made it easier to escape the limbo. “You are more than welcome to just tell me to shut up until we get there too.” Closed off mannerisms are so hard to read I wasn’t entirely sure you didn’t hate the sound of my voice yet. When my eyes turned back to the road I checked my mirror to just get a reflector full our own car. We are so shaken up from our odd forest run in that I had forgotten to adjust the mirrors. This is how fear snowballs into accidents. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 01-Oct-23 10:37 AM
The sound of the seat taking its time to move back was so annoying it was actually comical. Why they decided to make everything automated was beyond me when it was so easy to just reach down and move it back in a matter of seconds. Finally the annoying whirring stopped and the next thing I knew we were moving and the feeling made me jump. Embarrassing, this entire day has been so embarrassing from holding everyone up and the airport, almost crashing the car leaving the airport, slamming on the brakes because a deer decided to kill itself. Tomorrow had to be better than this right? I really wanted to rest my head against the glass but something told me with today's track record that it probably wasn't a good idea. It was time for a fucking nap, panicking is exhausting business and now my head felt so fuzzy it was annoying. You making small talk was actually surprisingly welcomed since normally whenever this happened to me I was alone and just had to somehow force myself out of it, sometimes hours later. "I don't know, doesn't look too familiar." Had my head not been so fuzzy I probably would have laughed a little but I couldn't bring myself to. For some reason I felt bad about it, I don't know why because it's not like I owe you anything. We aren't friends. "Yeah that's a good idea actually. And you don't need to shut up.. it's nice not having awkward silence." I did manage to smile over at you a little before I pulled my own phone out to pull up the menu and scrolled through it. "I'll probably get this vegetarian pasta thing. It sounds pretty good. They actually have a pretty decent room service menu at this place." Which we should considering how annoying these trips were, one time they had stuck me in such a rundown shit hole that I called and threatened to quit without even shooting the story beforehand. That stopped them from ever doing that again. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 01-Oct-23 11:11 AM
Well, at least your responses signified you hadn’t gone non-verbal on me. It’s easier to regain a sense of general ease when the person next to you isn’t staring off into the distance while having a crisis of spirit. Before when I had attempted a distraction with food my heart hadn’t really been into the topic, but now that you were naming a dish it awoke my gut with a gurgle. It also seemed that you had decent expectations of the menu, which is better than most place’s burger, breakfast, and burrito combo. Not that any of those are a bad thing to have, but somehow every single hotel manages to cook them the same way. Not that I deserve the king’s treatment when traveling around the country, but things did start to feel like fast food after awhile. “If they have something with mashed potatoes I’ll probably get that.” Plain and familiar is definitely what this soul needs after the fuckery we had witnessed. Your voice had a pretty layered accent to its tone that made one wish to pull more statements forward. Combined with how little you actually chose to talk it made for a rare treat every time it happened. Musing on how lucky I am people can’t read minds I tried my best to stay focussed on driving while floating along smooth highway. Having just completed the trip made it so our return one went quicker. Boring but reversed is better than full of fresh critter corpses and even though that was a funny thought it was probably better kept to myself. Our entire journey was completed without another word, and today was definitively stressful because I kept tapping my foot in an annoying display of anxiety. It must be frustrating to people around me because the repetitive soft thump-thump drives me batshit insane. Worse is I don’t even realize I am doing it before the noise becomes a distraction. Who knows how many cycles of stopping and starting the habit I had performed before arriving at the hotel. .
11:11
It was a decorated old building whose short twelve stories hopefully meant that whomever maintained it had an easier go of doing so diligently. Although it may be putting too much faith in humanity to assume just because something is easy to take care of that it will be. The looming structure was beautiful, and the off-white and granite pink coloring made it stand out among it’s building peers. Oh, to be a skyscraper. Just standing there sun tanned and pissed off while staring at nothing in particular. The pathetic state of that daydream says a lot about our society. Once we were in park both our heads started to wander at the same time and after unbuckling my seatbelt I said, “I’ll talk to the receptionist if you just prefer to panic silently?” Honestly we both knew that our upcoming small space was going to force real communication. “Its easy to just keep replaying it over and over in your head, but its suffering was short and you can make yourself sick on the thought of death.” Am I fucking lecturing you right now? No, this is friendliness. Just as bad given our circumstance. It seemed rude to get out before you said something so I stayed planted and stewed in my own mind. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 01-Oct-23 11:42 AM
Mashed potatoes. How decidedly simple. Maybe I really need to stop being so judgmental because I had assumed that you would turn your nose up at anything less than the best. Did the media and everyone else actually talk to up to be something way more than you were? I didn’t even mean it in a bad way but everyone made you sound like the douchiest person alive and yet here you were acting perfectly normal. Sure you were kind of standoffish and a bit of a prick, there was definitely a little selfcentered-ness there too but I mean I’ve certainly met much worse people. “There’s a couple things on here, I’ll let you look when we get there.” As if you needed my permission to look, I hoped it didn’t come off that way because I had really only meant that I didn’t want to try to show you the menu while you were driving. Now I was overthinking every move I made and honestly I needed to reset because that’s not how I normally was. Maybe it’s just because the company isn’t familiar either. .
11:42
The steady thumping you were making for most of the ride back the way we came was actually soothing in a strange way. Thump thump thump thump. Occasionally you would pause and I would realize that I had been zoning out while listening to the noise, secretly I hoped that you would start doing it again just so the ride wasn’t completely silent and almost as if you could read my mind you would start right back up. It was nice to see that I wasn’t the only one who was feeling the stress from all of this. Finally pulling up to the beautiful building was such a relief, I had half expected that something was going to come crashing out of the sky right in front of our car next with the way the day had been going. At least now we had made it somewhere we could relax for the night. As much as two strangers can relax while sharing a hotel room. I half held out hope that for whatever reason the station booked us a bigger room but I knew it was just going to be your classic hotel room, even if it was a little more dressed up. They had the money, they could at least book each of us a room. Assholes. .
11:42
Speaking of assholes, your next choice of words struck me as so rude I had to stop myself from gawking at you. Seriously? I knew the look on my face must have said the same thing but all I could do as you continued on about the deer was blink in your direction. You couldn’t seriously think that that was a normal way to ask someone if they wanted to stay in the car right? “Well that was rude.” Here I had tricked myself into thinking you could actually be friendly with how you managed to handle things outside of the car and on the ride back. “It’s the sound. I can’t get the sound out of my head, and even if it didn’t suffer long it still suffered and it’s not even like we could do anything with how mangled it was.” I took in a deep shaky breath to try to stop myself from getting worked up again and then sighed it back out. “Sounds like a plan though. You talk, I’ll ‘silently panic’” My words came out coated in a thicker accent than normal and having to force myself to keep speaking in english made me wish even more than before that I could get ahold of my mother. Maybe we would get lucky and the landlines would still be working. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 01-Oct-23 09:33 PM
What was it that officially pushed me into ‘bad mood?’ Could it be the fact bullshit had been woven into our entire day? Perhaps this headache left over from the morning airport alcohol? Is it working with a stitch lipped no fun bitch who seems impossible to please? No, maybe it’s this creeping suspicion everything is going wrong? One of the off tune notes was likely the culprit for my mounting temper. After you told me what I said had been rude I couldn’t help the slow rotation of my face towards yours. There was a quizzical twist to my features as if your reaction was the birth of Christ itself. Rude? It had been an attempt at advice. Are you above the simplicity of, ‘don’t think about it all the time?’ I really hope you were just thrown off by this day too, or else you had lost a healthy dose of my respect. What is so fucking alien about the concept of perseveration? It had been a disgusting trauma, but fuck me I guess for trying to help. .
21:34
A thick fuse in my heart lit at your mocking of my words. “Are-“ Whatever hateful monologue had been prepared by me was cut short instantly. Afterword I turned my head forward again and hummed an angry, “Mmm!” With a grip into steering wheel I closed my eyes as a nervous laughter bubbled out of me. It was sodden with a tone that suggested your actions had been expected. Is this what I get? Some foreign know it all cunt who is above all advice on grief and throws friendliness back in my face? If the wheel had been a person it would be screaming from the wrenching being done to it. When my eyes opened they happened across a police cruiser that passed by in the road. It served a societal reminder to not go ballistic and hurt people who aren’t doing anything wrong. What kind of man would just assault a woman for speaking her mind anyway? Wait…is it just laws keeping me in check? .
21:34
Pursuing these avenues of thought was going end in jail time and thus I took this as a heads up to leave. Without saying another word I popped the trunk via knee height lever and stepped from the car. Initially a door slam had been planned, but after how badly it scared me today I just let it fall shut. While bumping it closed with my hip I thought about how you were lucky we were co workers. If there was no worry of losing a job this man would probably be giving you a toxic one sided rant on manners. The heavy duffel bags hadn’t moved an inch from their spots, but it felt weird to grab them without your permission. Being a passive asshole through favors struck me as a perfect venue for rudeness and after a few grunting heaves I was carrying them all. One in each hand, and the last secure over a shoulder made for an a-symmetric hell load that would one-hundred percent result in my death if we found a staircase. Leaving my stuff granted a fair excuse for coming back out alone to clear my head later. Unless you decided to get them yourself, which would only be funny because in a roundabout way you’d be helping me. Part of me wanted to ask you if holding a door was possible when we got to the building, but that required interacting with the source of my frustration. Simple commands it is then, “Lock the car, please.” Even with the polite phrasing at the end my tone and wording still delivered itself with slimy disdain. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 01-Oct-23 09:49 PM
Am I absolutely losing my mind? The fact that you had the audacity to be upset with me for pointing out that asking if I'd rather panic in silence was rude was beyond my grasp right now. Did we somehow get our lines crossed in this 3 second conversation that we had had? Why of all people did the network have to send me down here to the countries asshole with you of all people? I had tried really hard to get myself back under control after briefly losing it from the craziness of the day but I guess that didn't matter. For a few moments I thought that you were going to start yelling at me, which probably would have resulted with me either smacking you across the face or me leaving. Likely both. No job was worth listening to another man thinking he's greater than he is yelling at you, none. I'd rather lose the money and find another gig doing stories that I actually care about than ever deal with that crap. Still the energy in the car had become thick with discomfort and tension. Great. If the entire night is like this I won't be able to relax at all and tomorrow will be absolutely miserable. .
21:49
When you finally got out of the car I waited a few seconds to take some deep breaths before following. I had expected you to leave my bags to be an asshole but instead you took them all and the point was well made, somehow I felt bad. Well two can play that game Apollo Mallory. Grabbing your bag I made sure to lock the car before following you inside, I wasn't upset about you taking mine, they were heavy as hell. I did feel bad that maybe I had just misunderstood bluntness for rudeness, but you also could have just said that instead of almost throwing a full grown man tantrum. Doing just what I said I would, I stood behind you while you talked to the nice enough looking receptionist. She was a young woman, maybe in her early twenties and she had an excitement for her job that meant she was either new or getting paid well. Nobody working with the public for longer than a few months still smiles that genuinely the entire time. I really wanted to interject in the conversation to ask if she knew if the landlines were working but now I felt like I had to prove a point so I just kept my mouth shut, it wouldn't be long before I got to find out for myself anyway. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 01-Oct-23 10:57 PM
Its beyond cute that you probably thought picking up my bag is a counter play. Four wobbly steps after having the thought I realized how barbarically stupid it was. Are we two adults playing an ego game of cold shoulder? Glancing over my own arm would give you heads up I was thinking about you and so I just marched along toward the door pissed as all hell. When we stepped inside there was calming sensation of having just left a room full of microwaves. It didn’t occur to me until walking through a revolving door that I had been hearing a buzz. Was there construction outside? Isn’t ambient humming a sign that you are going to have stoke? I swear to fuck if that forest poisoned me I will burn the entire thing down. Wouldn’t I just be adding to the Florida man jokes anyway by razing a national monument? A lobby receptionist who was so friendly she may as well be a corporate cheerleader took our information in exchange for room keys before hurrying us off towards the elevators. Padding across polished flooring served as a good soundscape to gorgeous hotel lobby. The place was rather spartan as far as decoration went, but every single antique surface glimmered with cleanliness only granted from an immaculate attention to detail. Whomever ran this place must do so with an iron fist because it was beautiful. Reaching for the button granted us an immediate access to sliding doors. Stepping inside felt like walking the green mile considering our current moods for each other. Luckily we only had to ride four stories up and before long we awkwardly shuffled into a space with two beds. A lone desk was built into the corner and other than a gorgeous mural of a sunset skyline painted onto the ceiling everything seemed business as usual. .
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You almost got a joke for a tension breaker, but shooting questions over if every room was as unique as our conversation would probably just land cruel. I had travelled enough to now better than dump your luggage onto the floor, so after setting it all down on fold out racks I stood hovering awkwardly. A distant thump of helicopters strung my mind out even further. Is there a national emergency occurring that only this city didn’t get notified of? If we die because of naiveness that is going to look bad when we show up in hell. Another one of my frustrated sighs was hissed out before I said, “Listen,” Yes! Command her around like a moron! “I promise you that my intentions had come from a place of wanting to help.” For a moment I almost asked if I had offended some hidden set of ideals, but I reconfigured my approach to be one of miscommunication. If it turns out it wasn’t one you were likely about to tell me rather angrily anyway. “We just met, you are my peer, and it is wildly inappropriate for me to attempt something like that anyway.” This was easier knowing there was no chance of us ever being together in a million simulations. Who knows, if we become friends maybe you can help me workout why every woman who leaves me comes out a month later. “Can we just, start over and get that room service we talked about so we can put a semi normal end on this… wild afternoon?” If you got mad at me for this, I give up. My heart was only half in what I was saying, but going through the motions of not being an asshole has to be worth something. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 02-Oct-23 01:14 PM
Following somebody that you know onto an elevator definitely shouldn’t feel like signing your own death certificate right? It was sort of ridiculous how stubborn the both of us were, we could easily both grow up and apologize for fuses being short after such a weird day but instead the only noise was the sliding of the door and then the whirring noise of us going up. It didn’t take long before there was a soft ding to let us know we had reached our floor and I followed you along like a lost angry puppy to our room. It was nothing special aside from the ceiling and I couldn’t help but gawk up at it while I set your bag down with the rest of them. When I finally looked back down I realized we were both just standing awkwardly in what was our home base for the night so I sat down on one of the beds, somehow managing to make it ten times more awkward. .
13:14
My eyes had been wandering the average hotel room sized space when you told me to listen and they snapped back over to you. Oh. Well this was the last thing I had expected from you, it certainly wasn’t an apology but it was at least honesty and that will definitely get you a long way when it comes to a miscommunication like the one we had just had. I felt a pang of guilt hit me right in the gut when you told me it was inappropriate for you to try something like that anyway, if it weren’t for you getting my focus back on something in the present there's a good chance I’d still be huddled on the side of the car next to that god forsaken deer. All things considered I suppose it makes sense that you’re hyper aware of boundaries and trying not to cross them though. There goes that guilt again. I was already nodding in agreement before you even finished offering to start over and just order food, it hadn’t been that serious and I wasn’t going to hold a grudge over it. After all, I know I have the tendency to be a bit of a bitch. .
13:14
“Food sounds great Apollo and so does starting over… I’m sorry that I took what you said that wrong way. I thought it was a dig at me for panicking. Today’s been weird and I don’t want us to start on the wrong foot and then stay there for stuff we couldn’t even control.” I took my phone out to pull up the menu again having seen that they offered online ordering when I checked on the way here and decided to just stick with the pasta I had seen before. It sounded simple enough, noodles, pesto, tomatoes, sort of hard to screw that up unless you overcook the pasta. “Here, you can put in whatever you want, I’m gonna take a shower while we wait for it to get here.” I grabbed my charger from one of the smaller pockets on my bag along with some simple silk pajamas and plugged it into the wall between the beds. “Can you just plug it in for me when you’re done?” It was already only on less than forty percent battery and I’d barely even used it during the day. Everything felt so off and I just attributed it to the fact that the stupid thing probably turned itself on in my pocket like it tended to do. .
13:15
The bathroom was just as well kept as the rest of the building had been thus far, a pleasant surprise. I swear people could write horror novels and movies just based on some of the bathrooms that I had seen traveling. The best part was the shower wasn’t one of those horrible tub inserts that always look grimy, it was a step in shower with a glass door and even the showerhead was clean, so much so that I couldn’t help but wonder if it was new or just cleaned that well. Either way, it was going to be amazing in the way of destressing. Setting my clothes down on the edge of the sink I grabbed a towel and hung it on the hook outside of the shower before reaching in to turn it on. Almost instantly it started to come out hot and it wasn’t long after that the mirror was starting to steam up. I tried not to take too long getting my makeup off and then getting in to get cleaned up, I swear washing the travel off after a long day like today is one of those feelings that’s akin to sex. Already my mood had improved tenfold. Eventually though I felt bad for taking such a long time and turned the water off with a small squeak of the faucet. I toweled as much water from my hair as I could before running a brush through it and then pulling on the black shorts and button up shirt. A quick glance in the mirror made me nervous for some reason to leave the bathroom and face you again, I really shouldn’t care what you think but there was some tiny part of me that hoped you wouldn’t think I looked stupid. I couldn’t just stand here forever though so I pushed open the door and stepped back into the room to put my dirty clothes in a bag I had packed. “Did they say how long it would be?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 02-Oct-23 08:44 PM
I winced when you began to talk. Right now my grandfather is setting off sensors in space with how hard he is rolling in an old grave. Do you think less of me for being such a cowardly fuck? After that it was easy to keep my eyes on your pointy face since the words weren’t cruel. Ah, mutual understanding. Work could be pleasant if we can move passed silly disagreements without ripping each others hearts out. Not that either of our blood organs beat for each other, but more we both walked with a ghostly air of wounded past. Something in both of our lives had made us wary of being open. Were we just reacting out of a conditioned fear of getting close? That might make sense if you hadn’t told me yourself hours ago that men don’t ride in your air balloon. Although it wouldn’t be above me to transfer my girl problems onto you considering the last meltdown in my life had occurred within a network partnership. Everything you said had registered, but all I got time to say before you gave me the phone for food was, “No need to apologize.” Why is society so full of weird lies? .
20:45
Reality must be melting into liquid fuckery because tossing me your phone felt like a test. “Thanks.” I am so interesting! No wonder you were running away to shower, talking to me is like watching old people fuck: slow and painful. I hated how easy it was to watch your slender figure float into the bathroom. The weird sliding hotel door clicked shut with a brassy clink and after that it was just me. Kicking my heels against the bed satisfied my need to nervously tap a foot. A single slide of the phone’s screen was all that it took for me to locate a country fried steak with mashed potatoes and gravy. Perhaps there was a chance to appease my granddad’s soul if I eat that monstrosity. Although his spirit would probably laugh when it learned I just wanted the potatoes. The left overs will serve a good purpose tomorrow anyway. A cute whooshing sound signified the query as complete and after that I moved to plug your phone in. Surgical levels of closeness were practiced with how close I almost came to locking it. Wait a minute. This is a girls phone! Like a real living breathing woman! The obelisk of information in my hand felt like rose-gold bullion with how much worth it suddenly held. Pressing the home button felt like handing the nuclear football to zombie Stalin. If the camera had been recording me the face I made would be comedic ruin. Without a second of thought I swiped twice left until a gallery came into view and you bet your sweet ass I opened that faster than Moses got pissed off. .
20:45
The first page had a folder called ‘<3’ whose preview display showed a side of Astrea I think very few people know existed. Looking up toward the bathroom door proved to me you were still gone, and that served enough reason to crack that bitch wide open. After one tap a pretty screen of very naked cameragirl cluttered my view. “Oh fuck.” Fell out of my face in a quiet whisper as a tired head grew heavy at beautiful colorless curves. Of course a videographer would have perfect nudes. All of them were arranged with clever angles that avoided slipping even one nipple. Trust me I did a pretty deep scan of them to find one too. There was a belly down leg up photo that showed the entire river-spine of your back. A feint tattoo of flowered vines accented visible ribcage. Whatever deep mask of desire you wore in that one made my neck break out into a sweat. Sitting up straighter freed my cock to engorge further down jean legs, and it took focussed effort to not stroke at it. Every dirty plan on Earth played out in my head to completion. Can I text them to myself? It could work, but I would have to delete the messages before you were done. Too risky. Touching myself now seems a fair play, but if that got out to the news I would be finished. Don’t worry, it wasn’t lost on me that the only thing keeping me from stealing your privacy is how it effects me. Just then the water in the shower squeaked out to nothing and it hit me how much time had been spent snooping. Finally I decided on just using my camera to snap a grainy photo of the ass up selfie before closing the gallery app and backing out to the menu’s page. There was a notification about ‘being prepared,’ that I caught before locking the phone and plugging it in. .
20:45
There was still a few minutes before you left the bathroom. When you entered the sleeping space I had been arranging clothes for my own shower by draping them over my shoulder. I didn’t turn to glance at you until after the question, and immediately my face lit into a blush since it was easier to picture the distance of legs under your black shorts as not clothed. Being a horny man is truly hell because all I could think is ‘would this gay woman let me lick the tattoo on her ribcage?’ I am definitely going to hell, and girls invent mind reading we are all doomed. Averting my gaze to the floor helped to overcome the single sided sexual tension. “If it did I closed it too quick to check.” Lies. I have seen you naked, and that little phone was the culprit. Swallowing a mouthful of spit only made me more nervous, and after blurting out, “My turn to shower!” I retreated up the hallway and slid the door closed with a hissing click. Thumb and pointer finger pinched at either side of my forehead as if the steamy feelings could be squeezed away. Why are you having such an effect me? You weren’t the first pretty girl I had shared a room with, and you had already made it clear there was never a chance anyway. .
20:45
It would be suspicious if I didn’t strip my own clothes off and actually shower. Cranking the knobs to just above comfortably warm I piled my clothes on the counter before climbing inside the generously sized space. After working myself mostly clean an angry cock still slowed my turns with its blood filled mass. Please, just leave me alone. Surely I am the first man in history to consider parlay with his own dick? Once I got out and dry it took some effort to stuff myself into sweats, but it was still painfully obvious I was having a problem. How long would it take me to jerk myself into a coma? Before getting dressed there had been beaded pre stuck to the tip. That probably meant it wouldn’t take long, but there is no way you wouldn’t hear me moan when it was all over. One curse this news anchor has is his cries of pleasure are loud and annoying. Only choice I had was to march confidently into the bedroom and hope that not only was the food already here, but that you would be too distracted by it to notice my obvious erection. Oh, and also that you didn’t find my unlocked phone with a screenful of stolen naked flesh. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 02-Oct-23 09:30 PM
"Damn, I'm starving" I huffed, running my fingers through still damp hair when I finally looked up at you. Were you.. blushing? For some stupid reason I looked down at myself to make sure I had gotten dressed right and nothing was showing and when I looked back up again you blurted out that you were going to shower and moved so fast I'm surprised you didn't leave a trail of smoke. "Ooookay.." I half laughed to myself before climbing into the bed nearest the door leaving the window one to you. For a few minutes I just sat there wiggling my toes and looking around the room, boredom quickly took hold though and so I grabbed the TV remote and started clicking through the channels. Why do no hotels believe in having anything worth watching? Eventually after too much mindless clicking I settled on reruns of some CSI spin off. When I was at home the TV was usually just used as background noise during mindless scrolling so that's what I decided to do now too. Reaching for my phone I smiled to myself when I found it plugged in, I half expected you to just blow off the request I had made before leaving. Maybe he isn't a half bad guy after all. Or maybe I'm giving another human doing the bare minimum too much credit because I don't want him to be the asshole everyone else says he is. Sighing heavily I opened up Facebook just for nothing to load, Twitter, Instagram, all the same thing just a stupid 'page cannot be displayed' error. "What the fuck is going on?" Grumbling, I set it back down on the end table before trying the landline. Much to my relief it was still working and I immediately dialed my mother's number. .
21:30
The ear full that I got the moment the call connected was worthy of an Oscar. It didn't matter how many times I explained that I couldn't call, honestly it was sweet how much she worried but sometimes I wished she would recognize that even though she's my mother I'm still an adult. Once she had finally calmed down I started to tell her all about the day, and of course the stupid man I had gotten stuck working with. I may have mentioned how attractive you were and also called you a few less than nice names, it's not like you would know even if you heard me, being trilingual is a beautiful thing. At some point during the conversation my eyes had drifted over to your phone. It was surprising that you had just left it here considering most people are attached to the things and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what might be inside. I bet it's full of whores. That was actually a really mean thought but it really wouldn't surprise me if you were running through women like Usain Bolt. I was just about to reach for it to see what juicy things I could learn about you from its contents when I heard the bathroom door slide open. My own cheeks were flaring now even though I hadn't even touched it yet, let alone moved from my spot in bed, but still I felt like a kid that just got caught trying to steal from the cookie jar. .
21:31
"Mō ikanakereba narimasen, aishiteimasu." I blurted out before hanging up the phone I turned to look at you and being an idiot human let my eyes run the length of your body. Big mistake. Giant mistake. Big something. My cheeks got even hotter at my own stupid thought. It's not like it's an unnatural thing to happen, I mean you're a guy. That's for sure. Is it too late to fly home today just so I can stop listening to my own brain? "It's a great shower isn't it?" Luckily a knock at the door saved me from my own painful awkwardness and I shuffled past you to fetch the food and mentally berate myself in the process. You are the last person on the planet I should have any sort of feelings for and I'm not going to let forced proximity make me forget that. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 02-Oct-23 10:27 PM
Discovering you without food was less than ideal. Especially when just a few steps into the room you instantly looked at my crotch. Bitch. If telepathy was real you heard me think the word hatefully at you. Not that there was any heat behind the thought, but you still instantly did what I was hoping wouldn’t happen. When your eyes came back up there was a blush to your cheeks that suggested I had embarrassed you. Great, she is disgusted by me. It’s not fair to be within proximity of someone so beautiful and awkward who is physically incapable of being attracted to me. Unless of course those rosey cheeks suggested otherwise. But, hadn’t you been so clear earlier? It didn’t matter as what you said next was distracting enough. Had it been a nice shower? I do recall it being spacious, but my mind had been occupied with a black and white photo of your ass, not the state of our hotel bathroom. “It was big, yeah.” If you didn’t look away from me something else big was going to start throbbing. A sudden knock on our bedroom door startled me into a typical panic. When you went to answer it yourself I took this as an opportunity to sit at the little desk so I can get my lap underneath something. Hopefully you didn’t think I was rude for not helping you carry our dinner. Also, I pray to God you didn’t hear the whine that whispered past my lips when I pushed my leaking cock down and against my leg. At least this way it isn’t super obvious if you catch sight of my lap. Perhaps spilling a distracting load down the shower drain would have saved me from this hell. .
22:27
When you sauntered back into our shared area with two take out plates I caught sight of your lower back as your shirt settled into place, and just like that your picture was floating my memory again. Shitfuck, my phone! Standing up suspiciously quick I darted across the room to snatch my cellphone. Simply picking it up undimmed the screen and there was no more reason to imagine your naked body after that. Glancing from the screen to you felt like a crime against Karmic gods, and thus I locked the screen and tucked it into my sweatpants pocket. One nose full of the dinner was all it took for me to shift focus towards that instead of the quart of blood in my pants. It was hard to speak evenly while also being worried that you knew I was a snoop. “Did you manage to get a phone working?” I hadn’t even checked if my own was operational, but it was a good way to lie about being so hurried over it’s condition. “Oh, and thank you for getting that.” To signify my intention I nodded toward the styrofoam boxes you had just set down. Too bad they were now atop the desk I had planned to re hide my cock under. If you looked at it again I might scream. This situation needed another distracting statement, “I- I just want to make sure you get ahold of your mom.” Please clean my sticky cock with your tongue. All of this is for you. There goes my paranoia about mind reading again. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 03-Oct-23 10:46 AM
’It was big.’ Of all the words in the human language you could have strung together at that moment why did you have to pick those ones. I had to stop myself from saying ‘yeah it is’ because it felt wrong to be hinting at something else without you even knowing it. I really wished that I could just stay there standing in the doorway forever but unfortunately two containers of food doesn’t take much effort to grab. When I turned to come back in your were in the midst of bolting for your phone and for a second I thought maybe it had rang and I missed it, of course there was no such luck though and I felt myself deflate when you tucked it into your pocket. “Oh, yeah the landline was still working so I was able to get ahold of her.” It was sweet that you actually cared about me being able to reach her, and I have to admit talking to her made me feel a lot better about the freakishly weird day we had had so far. “Now if only there was something good on TV, the night might actually turn around.” I made a conscious effort to not look down at the bulge in your pants again when I took my container from the table and sat down in the middle of my bed to eat, it might make me an asshole but I didn’t care as much about eating in bed in hotels because I wasn’t the one who would have to care about getting any mess out. Not that I’m a messy eater but pasta has a way of having a mind of its own. “What did you end up getting?” Maybe if I just force myself to focus on the food, the tv, the room, or literally anything else I can keep myself from thinking about your dick. Maybe. “Oh, before I forget when you were in the shower I tried to doomscroll through my phone but most of the major social media apps are down too. Weird right?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 04-Oct-23 09:19 AM
I offered a, “That’s good,” when you admitted to getting a hold of your mother. Curious how the landline still made a call. Is there something wrong with the satellites? My damp hair shimmered with a lowering beam of reflected light when I looked upward at the ceiling. A studious gaze poured into the roof as if the thing would open away to present me an uninterrupted view of every troubled satellite. Whatever was wrong with everything felt way above our pay-grades to handle, and that wasn’t exactly instilling me with a spoonful of evening confidence. Finally I snatched my box off the desk so I could sit on the other bed. At your comment over the TV I couldn’t help the way my eyes followed your lips. Am I just a whore, or does sitting in the same area as a freshly showered girl make one want to fuck silly? Just the thought heat my face into a blush, and if we kept turning each other red like this things might get serious. That’s of course if serious means ‘career ruining sex scandals.’ “Considering phones are fucked, I guess we are lucky to even get TV.” A crunching pop accompanied the boxes’ opening. There was a puff of steam as trapped aerosolized dinner floated into my face, and the blast of smells after a weird day stunned me stupid for a moment. “I got-“ I paused just long enough to hack off a piece of chicken and slide it through potato, “A chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and gravy.” A perfectly presented piece of my dinner dangled from the plastic fork before disappearing into my mouth. I’m pretty sure one bite was all it took to not hate you for being rude in the car earlier. I was just about to share this thought with you when you told me about the doom-scrolling. .
09:19
It hadn’t occurred to me until now, but the blood filled problem in my pants was almost gone before the mention of phones again. “Huh, that’s boring.” It was a supposed to be a joke, but there was very little thought-juice in this man’s brain considering that stupid black and white photo was in my memory again. When my eyes crawled the length of your legs it happened slower than any instance before, and my eyes fluttered before proper composure could be gained. “Is yours any good?” Tossing a brief conversational ball into your court earned me some time to shovel food into my face. I’m no gourmet foodie, but these potatoes didn’t taste like the shitty instant ones. There was a scrolling band at the bottom of the TV that was announcing blackouts. It didn’t present itself in an overt emergency, and that’s why up until now I had not taken a real notice. When two towns that my family lives in went by I sat up a little straighter and shot you a concerned glance. Had you caught that? Swallowing delicious dinner felt less rewarding when a new gut bomb of worry sat beneath my stomach. “Did that just say Denver is in a total energy blackout?” A couple more state epicenters nonchalantly steamed on by like it was a simple snow school closure. In that stern commanding tone people seem to pull from their chest in times of crisis I said, “Astrea, switch it to the news please.” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 04-Oct-23 10:06 AM
Chicken fried steak. I had been in this country for years and had seen it on a couple menus but never actually tried it. Something about the name never sat right with me and I didn’t quite understand what it actually was. Curiosity had me peeking over at your food when you got your first bite onto your fork but watching it disappear into your mouth made me blush. Not because I felt weird for looking at you, but because I just realized for the first time that you actually have really nice lips. That thought was all it took to have me hyperfocusing on my own food. Using the plastic fork I twirled up some of the pasta and then stabbed a halved tomato onto the end before popping it into my mouth. It certainly wasn’t as good as homemade but it was quite a few steps above your average hotel food. I nodded along with you ‘huh that's boring’ because it honestly had been. “It’s pretty good actually, definitely pleasantly surprising. Usually hotel food is so bland.” I would never forgive the place that gave me spaghetti and I swear the ‘sauce’ was made from just the juice out of a can of tomatoes. Just thinking about it now made me cringe. .
10:06
I had been so focused on my food, and not thinking about your lips, that I didn’t even notice the scrolling black line of doom that was running along the bottom of the TV. “What?” Your mention of Denver snapped my focus back to the TV and that’s when I saw the list of cities, most of them being major, that were at a complete loss of power. “Y-yeah right of course.” I set my container of pasta down next to me so I could reach for the remote and switch it to one of the many news channels only to be met with the anchor talking about the same thing. It wasn’t just the states either, apparently there had been news of the same thing happening all over the globe. “Worldwide.. It can’t be terrorists can it?” I switched to another channel, and then another, and on the third a ‘breaking news update’ screen popped up before a rather pale looking woman broke the news that there had been another series of bombs to explode in another desert I had never heard of. Dinner suddenly seemed much less appetizing and I could feel dread and anxiety quickly making their way back into my system. “What the fuck is going on? Should we even be here still doing this stupid story?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 04-Oct-23 10:35 AM
A silly smile slashed itself into my face at ‘pleasantly surprising.’ After today we deserved something that stands out in a good way. It was nice to share a few moments of chewing coupled with floaty happiness and good flavor. Too bad it seemed reality had a swift dose of bullshit to fling all over our good evening. I felt bad cutting you off so abruptly when you turned the news on, but once you did I was glad we had taken notice. Nothing that had been presented thus far was good to hear, however it was information that made our day make more sense. Swirling clouds of dying birds, random bombings, and power outages fit into this larger story. If it felt out of my league to handle before, now I was like an ant being sprayed with chemical. That was just the beginning too. A quiet shake of my head at your question of terrorists implied we were headed down a similar train of thought. Something was going on that alluded to a deeper troubling than war or gas attacks. Your question snapped my head from the TV back to your face. A steaming plate of your dinner roasted away on the nightstand, when had you set that down? I ran a hand through my scalp of short wet hair before saying, “I don’t think we should be here at all, no.” But then again, hadn’t we both been feeling that all day? A jolt of emotion beneath my heart glistened my eyes with just enough fearful tears that they reflected light glassily. A slow swallow of burning anxiety allowed me to not break down in tears. There was a nervous news anchor currently explaining that most major flights are being grounded or cancelled. “I don’t think they are going to launch that rocket.” Little did we know how wrong I was. Your next question was so obvious I attempted answering it before asked, “There doesn’t even seem to be a good way to get home. If they are stopping planes then trains are surely fucked or full.” Why you set your dinner down made much more sense now that my appetite had snuffed out. .
10:35
For once I wasn’t jealous of a presenter showing off groundbreaking stories. Several planes had gone down in the states, but first responders are having trouble doing anything considering most of their cars don’t work. “It feels… orchestrated, doesn’t it?” A snap of my head from the TV to your face just indicated it wasn’t rhetorical. “Like, chess pieces in a war.” What country is strong enough to ground the entire planet? None of the main contenders made sense considering that they were all effected too. So many stories were being presented that I commented on one at random, “Imagine being those people on that stranded cruise ship.” We were lost individuals as well, but it felt better to talk about this like it was someone else’s problem. “Do you have any ideas what we should do?” Yes, ask the network rookie for ideas. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 04-Oct-23 12:38 PM
You were right. With planes being grounded everything else was bound to be an absolute shitshow, there was no way that we were the only ones who were feeling flighty given the circumstances and it was basically a guarantee that people would be panicking. Especially people that had family in those states that were affected the most. I let out a heavy sigh because I was upset that the food no longer seemed appetizing. Trying to eat while you’re stressed is like trying to swallow cement that’s just started to set because it’s been sitting in the air for too long. Our eyes met for a brief moment when you looked my way and I quickly looked back towards the TV instead. The idea of this all being some orchestrated attack was terrifying, but what was even more terrifying than that was I had no idea who could have the power to do something this wide spread, and this fast. My head shook before I said anything when you mentioned the people on the cruise ship, I couldn’t imagine being trapped on the open ocean knowing that eventually supplies were going to run out and everyone was going to turn on each other. It likely wouldn’t take more than a couple of days of no improvements for people to start losing it and before we knew it it would just be a ghost ship full of terrified souls. “I can’t imagine how scary that would be.” I was already scared enough and currently we were perfectly safe in one of the better hotels I’d ever been in. What if this went really bad really fast? Were you the kind of asshole who would just leave me behind to fend for himself? The way you treated me when I was panicking made me hope that wasn’t the case but people tend to show a different side of themselves when it’s life or death. I would know. .
12:38
“I think.. I think it’s probably smart to stay here for the night. If things keep getting worse and people start to panic it’s going to be more dangerous to travel at night.. I think.” My knowledge on this of course was based entirely on fiction and I had no idea if it would actually apply. “Tomorrow I think we should play it by ear and see how things are looking. If they’re not terrible we can try to still get the footage so we get paid and if they’re looking worse we can try to figure out a way home.” The mention of home made me think about my mother and if she was okay. She wasn’t so old that she couldn’t take care of herself, she had me young, but she was so set in her ways that I worried she wouldn’t call for help even if she needed it. Not to mention she really didn’t know anybody else and didn’t have anywhere to go if she needed to evacuate or something. The added anxiety was giving me chills so I crawled under the blanket of the bed I was in just to try and comfort myself. “What do you think we should do?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 04-Oct-23 01:49 PM
Diverting attention away from our own involvement in the situation only worked for a few seconds. Before long our conversation of the cruise ship fell to the wayside and was replaced by internal worrying. Still, you did an honest attempt at answering my question and that made me feel better. Staying here for the night wouldn’t get any arguments from me. So far staring at my food didn’t make me want to eat it anymore and before long I just set it aside to listen with full attention. When you mentioned traveling with nighttime weirdos I nodded my head in sullen agreement. “We don’t live here and not knowing the area will put us at severe disadvantage.” Back home I typically concealed a handgun, but traveling by air and working meant I had left it at home. Many cultures made fun of Americans for our obsession with the stupid things, and rightfully so. I know for a fact however that it would being me much ease to have us armed in this hotel room. Only reason I want it is because all these other nervous freaks will have one of their own. No one would loot a hotel, right? “Probably a good idea to nab the footage, I just worry that with planes getting cancelled things will only get worse.” After saying it though the idea of societal panic bloomed in my mind like fire in a hay barn. “Although, I have found in these situations it’s usually better to not do the first thing our panicking minds tell us to do, which right now mine is screaming for us to flee.” How far would we get in a car on a clogged up highway? There was stuff ruffling as you blanketed yourself in covers. Does it warm the fear way to hide underneath them? It looked cozy to be wrapped up in a safe cocoon, but nerves kept me from wanting to climb into a bed alone. Too bad earthquakes don’t care for nerves. .
13:49
Having never experienced a quake before I at first thought something was wrong with my phone. A silly thought to have of course, but nothing had ever rumbled in my ears so loud. It only lasted a few seconds, and the big shakes numbered less than ten. A couple drawers on the desk slid open as the building rattled, and a fine layer of dust salted the room from an old ceiling. It felt more like a giant had fallen over nearby than an earthquake, and both our faces were locked onto each other wearing fear filled masks. “Do you-“ was all I managed to say before the entire city was plunged into darkness. A tiny whimper squeezed passed my lips as the building fell silent. The only noise was a spinning down air conditioning fan that rattled out into a grinding nothing. Immediately a lack of circulating air filled the space with a stale heat. Your quickened breathing was audible from this bed, but nothing was visible. I thought these placed had emergency power? Before you could start panicking I reached out from where I sat and patted around the bed. “Astrea? Astrea are you there?” Eventually my hand happened across a leg. Perhaps it was inappropriate to clutch at it so desperately, but I promise it wasn’t a horny thing, this time. I whispered like the whole city would hear us talking, “What the fuck was that? Felt like a bomb.” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 04-Oct-23 02:22 PM
A part of me agreed with you that we should just say screw it to the footage but if things had calmed down by morning then there was no reason we shouldn't still go and get paid. It wouldn’t be logical to just go back home if there wasn’t still a reason to and honestly the idea of getting on a plane when everything keeps failing and bombs are exploding doesn’t sound like a walk in the park either. There was some minor comfort to be found in the knowledge that you were panicking too, although two panicked people don’t exactly make for good decision making. “Let’s just wait until morning to decide then.” Of course the world had other ideas about that though and the next thing that I knew the room was shaking. I’d only ever experienced one other earthquake in my life and I barely remembered it because I was so young. I should have known that the smart thing to do was to get out of bed and try to get somewhere safe but fear kept me frozen. Squeezing my eyes shut I tried to prepare myself for the absolute worst and I don’t actually know if I screamed from one of the stronger rumbles or not. When everything stopped shaking and it was quiet again I opened my eyes only to sit up and look at you, you looked just as afraid as I did and this time it didn’t make me feel any better knowing that we were both terrified. .
14:22
It’s actually surprising how you can hear an entire city go dark. Suddenly everything is too quiet and then before long there's the sound of sirens and car horns from people crashing because the lights are out. Surely the sirens were on their way to help those people and the ones with medical issues that were suddenly without the lifesaving care they needed to survive. The only problem was there were no horns and no sirens yet everything was just quiet. It’s as if the entire city was in shock. “I-I’m here.” I had swung my legs over the edge of the bed to try to find my phone so we could have some kind of light but it shook off the table in the quake and I wasn’t about to blindly scour the ground. “I don’t know, I don’t know the only other earthquake I ever felt was when I was a kid and it felt different.” Terrified and not wanting to sit there in total darkness I stood up to take the few steps that separated our beds and climbed into yours, patting as I went until I settled into the spot next to you. “Maybe we should have tried to go home… Do you still have your phone? Are there any emergency alerts or anything? Mine’s on the floor somewhere.” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 04-Oct-23 03:01 PM
‘I’m here.’ Okay good, you didn’t die. Not that the shaking had been intense enough to throw any person to the ground, but you could have gotten hit by something heavy. She’s a grown woman. Okay, so maybe I am a little scared. When you scooted to the edge of you own bed to stand up I was worried that you had grown wary of my touch. It still didn’t occur to me you wanted to be close out of fear until you had secured yourself besides me. When you had been searching for a place to sit the simple weight of your body in the same bed as me had made my heart flutter. It was a simple motion of attraction, not one of any true budded feeling. Still, it was nice to soak up the endorphin rush of being close to a new body. You weren’t directly touching me while, but the heat emanating from your body warmed some fear from my bones. That’s all this is, I reminded myself. We are two strangers who are terrified of their surroundings. Then why did my body rush to attention at the smell of your shampoo? Stupid girl bodies and their stupid perfumes. I’d never have passed a screening for government work because any honeypot test would have caught me hook line and sinker. After you explained the story of your previously survived earthquake I pushed our closest legs together in a brief touch of comfort. After their closeness had lingered just long enough to be noticed I parted them again so we were separated by our tiny sliver of space. When you mentioned the cellphones I felt stupid for not having checked already. Reaching between us to fumble in my pocket granted us more awkward brushes, and for the first time I didn’t apologize at our accidental contact. Was your face light with as much fire as mine is right now? Can danger be a turn on? Finally the stupid thing was in my lap before us and mashing at the buttons didn’t do anything. “Huh, screen won’t come on.” .
15:01
After pushing myself up straighter and focusing on the task with two hands I couldn’t get it to boot. “Maybe it died?” I could have sworn its charge was above seventy percent, but maybe I had been confusing evenings? Being without light had me spinning for an orientation. Sometimes ambient glimmers would make corners visible, but it was so dark that I began to experience a feeling of weightlessness. “Fuck, its so dark I am getting dizzy.” Leaning backwards only greeted me with a skull full of headboard, and after some cursing I shuffled down to lay back properly. “Do we just wait it out?” Your presence was still evident above me by the sound of your breathing, and I was worried that you were going to lock up on me like in the forest again. Embarrassingly our closeness was making my head spin even more, and I tucked my sideways face into a hand to try and gain some bearing. In the brief silence it struck me how dumb my observations on the cellphone had been. “Why is everything breaking Astrea… I am beginning to grow a tad worried.” Worried meant terrified, and I hope you caught the context. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 04-Oct-23 03:19 PM
Okay so maybe climbing into the same bed had been a little bit much but with how dark it was it felt like we were a million miles apart when I was in mine and any small comfort was better than nothing. Plus, you had just gotten out of the shower not too long ago so it’s not like you were just some smelly stranger, and it’s not like anything was going to happen between us right? If anything you seemed to only tolerate me because we were being forced to work together and I doubted after this whole thing was over I’d ever hear from you again unless it was for work. Out of everything happening at the current moment I didn’t know why that thought made me a little sad. When your leg pressed against mine it radiated such a warmth into my skin that when you pulled it away I missed the contact. I didn’t want to make it too obvious so I waited for you to have your phone in hand before I pressed my leg back against yours under the guise of trying to lean closer to see your screen. “What the hell? How could it have died?” .
15:20
You weren’t the only one feeling the disorientating feeling that comes with being surrounded with nothing but darkness, I felt like I was spinning even though we were staying almost perfectly still. “That sounded like it hurt, hold on I have an idea.” Using my hands to feel my way back to the edge of the bed I ended up half climbing over you before holding my hands out to find the wall. Once I felt the textured wallpaper underneath my fingers I awkwardly shuffled to the side until I felt the window so I could pull on the stupid stick to slide the curtain and blinds over. Why hotels always insisted on having both was beyond me. The light of the moon was barely making a difference but at least it bounced off of more objects in the room than before. “I don’t know what we should do… I’m gonna try to find my phone, I’m sure everything is fine. Everything can’t break at once right?” .
15:20
That task proved next to impossible and I felt like an absolute moron patting the floor over and over until my hand landed on over priced plastic. Once I had it in hand I climbed back into the bed and sat against the headboard next to you. I didn’t even realize that I was breathing so hard and so fast until I sat down and could relax a little. Walking around in the dark, even just in a hotel room is honestly terrifying, I’ve never liked the dark. “Mine won’t turn on either… How is that possible? It was almost fully charged again the last time I checked it?” Alarms were going off in my head, what the hell had the power to drain the batteries of cell phones? It was then that the first sirens started to go off and I could tell that things outside were likely even worse than they were in here. The room was still dark enough to be a little disorientating so I slunk down into the bed further. Looking up at the ceiling didn’t help any and if I didn’t find something to focus on to fix the spinning in my head I was going to cry. That’s when I had the brilliant idea to turn onto my side and scooched as close to you as I could, enough so that I could make out a little bit of your face and that was enough for my brain to right itself. “I’m scared.” Now in our close proximity my words came out hushed as if speaking them too loud would somehow make the situation worse. “How do we find out what’s happening?” Even in the dark my eyes tried to search your face for some kind of answer, it’s really too bad all I saw was a silhouette. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 04-Oct-23 04:44 PM
At the comment of me knocking my head against the wall I could only hope your solution was to press a kiss into the spot that ached. Of course God is a fat whore with small tits so this didn’t happen to me and instead you scrambled around the bed like a mental patient until crawling around on the floor. To be fair in my own absolute stupidity I almost asked why your phone would be among the carpeted flooring. Oh right, the earthquake. Just before I was about to join the search you made a happy noise that hopefully signified the phones location before returning to the spot beside me. “Well, so far we have seen cars, phones, and animals break.” It felt cruel to bring up the deer again, but hopefully my bubbled statement vaguely encompassed everything from circling birds to suicidal Bambi. Christ once again proved themselves on the side of madness when your phone too failed to function. “I don’t think it is possible.” All my words earned me was more confusing movement from your side of the bed. At first I thought you were getting up to search for more hidden objects, but the extra light granted by your curtain opening offered me a view of your lowered form. A face crept out of the darkness, and its pointed features were rather beautiful now that I was given proper time to admire them. There were complements behind my lips for you. You are so pretty it doesn’t feel right to look at you. Tiny puffs of air moved past my face as you made effort to speak quietly. I had already admitted to being scared, so I only nodded at your own admission. .
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Thoughts of home filled my head when you asked me how we should find information. Its embarrassing to admit, but there aren’t many close family members waiting for me. Mother would always be better off without me, and most of my friends had family of their own. The only creatures who would perish without my support would be the tank full of fish back at my flat. Right now my only responsibility was myself, but as time went on I felt a growing desire to keep you safe. “Before the TV went out we heard that others are affected.” Of course this was obvious to you, but I was constructing the ideas slowly as a way to walk us through the evidence. “That means lots of people are putting up with this. If I was governor,” thank God I’m not, “I would probably mobilize the national guard. They have ways to communicate that can’t be taken out by simple EMP.” Is that really where we were at now, is this war? “They should be driving through the streets making announcements by the morning, at least I would hope.” From drunk in the airport to quiet talks of hope… Florida kind of sucks. Previous mentioning of orientation had me full of awkward desire. Terrified, horny, and confused is not a good combination for the soul. A scouting hand searched the space between us until my knuckles came in contact with warm skin. A belly, or perhaps your lower abdomen? Your move. If you pushed my hand away I’d never attempt contact again, and I’d like to argue my attempts genuine enough. “Its funny, all I can do in times like this is think of my mom.” You’d spoken of your own mother multiple times now, so maybe you could relate in my need for comfort. “A close hug would do wonders for how jittery I am.” I might as well have asked for permission to hold you. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 04-Oct-23 05:22 PM
Somehow you working things out that we both already knew outloud helped me to stay focused and less panicky, I didn't really understand how but it was nice. You were actually sort of nice when you let yourself be, I guess I can't really blame you for wanting to put walls up after everything that happened though. "An emp? Fuck that's way worse than I would have thought things would get." Not that I had any idea how bad things would get, I guess I had just remained hopeful that they wouldn't end up like this. It's selfish but war is a lot easier to ignore when it's not happening on your own doorstep. My chin dipped a couple of times in a soft nod and our foreheads got so close from the action that for the briefest of moments I thought they may have touched. .
17:22
There was definitely a growing tension between us even given the current terrifying situation but I wasn't sure if you felt it too. At least not until the backs of your knuckles brushed against my skin. I hadn't even realized that my shirt had rode up in my attempts to shuffle closer to you and now you were sending little tendrils of warmth sinking into the space between my hip and belly button. You know what else is funny Apollo? How aware of your own breathing you become when someone is accidentally turning you on and their fingers could easily tell that the rise and fall of lungs was suddenly faster. Hopefully you would just attribute it to the fact that I was scared. "I know what you mean.. I wish I could do the same right now." .
17:22
There was a long pause where the only thing that could be heard was the hushed sound of breathing and somehow that made the growing tension so much worse. Of course my mind couldn't just let me exist in awkward terrified peace, no, instead it decided to conjure up the image of you walking out of the bathroom with a flush face, wet hair, and hard dick. I couldn't help but wonder if you look that good when you fuck too. I bet he has a pretty dick. Is that even a thing? Suddenly I was thankful for the fact that it was so dark, at least trust made it so you couldn't see how bright red and hot my face was turning. Before I could overthink myself directly into an early grave I wrapped slender arms around your back and pulled myself flush against you. It was honestly a blind accident from lack of depth perception that had my lips brushing against your chest in the process. A mumbled sorry almost snuck out of my mouth but that almost felt like it would be even more awkward than the incident itself. "I might not be your mom but I can give an okay hug." He smells good. Fuck. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 04-Oct-23 06:04 PM
When I had lustfully thought about how it’s ‘your move’ I hadn’t expected you to stab me with such a counter play. An entire body of terrified flesh fused itself to me as if you could pull the confidence from by body if we pressed together hard enough. We had been so awkward thus far that I had anticipated a more back and forth game with you. It’s because she is gay. Oh yeah, duh. The only reason anybody would offer me such close contact would be because they have no interest in me, of course. Time seemed slower, and crawled down to an almost honey-gold drizzle when you spoke the words of not being my mother. Was that supposed to fill my cock with all the blood in my body? Its a good thing I was oblivious to how obvious it is when a guy gets hard or else I would have recoiled in fear. She’ll think its the fabric adjusting. Lips on my chest, a face full of hair, and now my thundering cock pulsing against your body. The hand I had been stroking your warm belly with was sandwiched between us now, and I had a choice of moving it up or down. Boys truly are stupid thick creatures, because I still wasn’t sure if more lustful action was invited. .
18:04
“It, it uh-“ I hope you find bumbling idiocy attractive, or else the next weeks of your life are going to be terrifying. A middle ground was chosen with the positioning of my hand as I slid it around your side and into your upper back. We were close enough together that I was able to get my entire arm pressed against boney spine. Is it possible to feel your tattoos in the dark? I swore their shapes were rolling beneath my hand as we teasingly explored each other’s bodies. A pulse of desire in my dick matched a fluttering memory of your naked form “I must say, for an amateur camera girl you sure are good at giving hugs to news anchors.” We are fucking stupid. A tiny laugh rumbled out from me. Unfortunately in my attempt to lock it down the noise only choked out into a cocky chuckle. Shit, I look like an asshole. Riding the wave seemed to be my only choice left. Bending my leg shoved a knee between yours, but I left it low enough to not rock anywhere close to a heating core. It was just enough to start the tangle of our lower limbs. The hand in your back spread wide, and I pulled you closer just to feel your lips press into my chest. We were in the teasing valley of sex spirits now. All of my heartbeats were accompanied by a pulse of pleasure above my balls so strong it was hard to not moan. Could you feel and hear me swallowing over and over? Each time I did it was to hide a sound of pleasure. “You seemed dead set on being mean to me since we left town. Are you afraid of the dark?” Perhaps the flirting was going a tad too far, but hadn’t you just half heartedly kissed my chest? All I wanted to do was scream ‘touch my fucking cock!’ Straight into your face. Now my hand crept lower down your back, and a hot whisper was lapped into your ear, “Do you want me to stop, Astrea Hoshi?” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 04-Oct-23 06:25 PM
Could you feel the goosebumps that raised in my skin when your hand slid over my side and to my back? It was an odd sensation feeling the tiny bumps at the same time your body heat spread through my own body. Your form easily dwarfed mine and that was made incredibly obvious by how your arm stretched the length of my spine. It was obvious that you were hard again when I felt a throbbing against my lower body and knowing it was for me this time had my pussy pulsing in return. Normally I would have a smart ass remark ready to go in a moment's notice but I was so distracted by the growing need between my thighs that I couldn't think straight. "You're an ass." Was all I managed but it was accompanied by a soft laugh as my hand came down to slip up the back of your shirt and started to trace random shapes into your back. Two could play this game. .
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When our legs tangled together I could feel the heat from yours against my core even though you weren't pressed against me and I didn't try at all to resist the urge to slot us the rest of the way together. It was just a hug right? Honestly I regretted it the second I did it because now my leg was hooked over yours and it would be all too easy to rock myself against you. "I wasn't trying to be mean to you.. I'm not good with new people. And I- I sort of am afraid of the dark." Call it a side effect of spending so many nights alone holed up somewhere to try to get some sleep. I could have explained that I had walls up from the second I met you because of what I had heard too but this didn't seem like the right moment for that. Sexual tension aside this was comforting and it was certainly a nice distraction from whatever meltdown the planet was currently having. .
18:25
My breath caught in my throat when your hand started to travel down my back and the further it went the harder my heart pounded. It had been such a long time since I felt like this and you were the very last person that I would have expected to feel it with. That electrifying feeling of skin against skin when there's an actual connection being made, maybe it was just a byproduct of the day but your hands on me felt like more than just flesh on flesh. We were anything but close, but maybe the universe has a way of knowing when two people are compatible before they do. The smallest possible whimper left my lips when you whispered in my ear asking if I wanted you to stop and the answer was simple. "No.. I don't want you to stop Apollo Mallory." @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 04-Oct-23 07:05 PM
Am I an ass? Yeah, that’s probably true. You weren’t the first person to say it to me, and we had barely known each other an entire day. Another thing they had framed me for in the media is being a charismatic man whore. Is that what this is? Am I conquering some unsuspecting co-worker who is incapable of making her own choices? Your stammering statement about being awkward with people didn’t exactly fill me with confidence. Do they not have hot co-workers in Japan? Contrary to what the fucking news said about me, I don’t settle in with women the day I meet them… at least not yet. That meant I had never shared skin to skin contact with someone who felt like a fresh spirit to me. There was a charged energy to every movement we made, and I wanted to lick its pulse off your skin. I had a feeling my tongue would tingle when we did it like dragging a hand over static. Another thing dragging was the tips of my fingers down your back. We had cleared shoulder blades and were entering the realm of softer flesh. I slowed the pace of my traveling mitt so I could push us together harder. “That must mean you like the feeling of my fingers pushing into your skin.” God, this fucking woman was gorgeous and she was letting me feel her up in our hotel room. A very tiny subconscious wave of pleasure caused a rolling of my hips so minuscule it may have been undetectable. I whimpered quiet enough that it matched the volume of your own, and another swallow of thick spit kept me from moaning. .
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The last thing I would ever say to someone who told me about your background is that it felt special to be chosen by them. However there was a glowing feeling to the fact you had come from so far away on a mission to escape something and now we were laying together in this suspiciously clean hotel. At this time my hand had cleared the lower section of your ribcage, and I brought it closer to us so a clammy palm could cup at your hip. I know from pictures that right beneath my touch was a curly twist of girly lettering, does it taste as sweet as it feels to brush against? You’ll have to excuse my continued clarity of consent, but this man had been drug through the mud for the last time he had had been close to his peer. Finally I said, “Are we going to calm each other down Astrea? Or do you want to hold each other and try to sleep after our long day?” Something still felt twisted about outright pouring my hot load into your cunt, but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t massage each others worries away right? A final hot sentence was whispered into a cold ear, “Did you know my favorite workout is to crush apples with my hands? Your not as small as an apple, but I bet we could make a few fun bruises.” Now your about to find out why the woman who almost ruined my life was terrified of me. I fuck like a freak. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 04-Oct-23 07:25 PM
"You have soft hands.. they feel nice." There was no point in lying about it. We were two full grown consenting single adults, who were we going to get in trouble with? Sure it wouldn't be great if the network found out but given we were cut off from the world right now what was the harm in it? When your hand made a home at my hip I sucked in a long slow breath and this time I couldn't stop my hips from rolling and grinding myself against your leg. A feeling of embarrassment flickered through my mind after the fact, who gets so horny that they just grind against someone's leg? I guess it wasn't much different than how I've fucked other women but that was after we'd at least kissed and built up to that moment. God do I just not know how to be with a man anymore? Sleep. Sleep sleep sleep fucking SLEEP. That's what I should have said but when you mentioned apples and bruises I was too curious about what that could entail to get the words out. "I don't think I can fall asleep right now, stress and everything." It's not like it was a lie, every cell in my body felt like a live wire right now between you touching me and everything that was going on. This time when I started to speak I untucked myself from your chest and let my lips brush against your jaw with every syllable "You know, it's rude to skip straight to the good part without even kissing a girl." What can I say? I'm a sucker for kissing and you had nice lips. I let myself hover there anxiously putting the ball back into your court, fingers tracing the column of your spine. "Unless you'd rather try to go to sleep of course." @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 04-Oct-23 08:55 PM
“Ahh, so you do like it.” I can also feel you shiver when I whisper in your ear. Are you a crazy enough bitch to dance with me? The pit of a bruise I left in my old tech’s back is what lost me the lawsuit. Will you moan like she did when I leave one on you? A grinding of your hips against my leg betrayed a warmth so hot that I finally did spill a whimper for you. Oh, you will learn how I cry out. Your comment on stress earned a grunt from me, and if we keep this you will learn to laugh less and cry more. A sleeping evil in my gut pull-started like a lawnmower into a hungry fire. Hurt her. Slower. I need to be careful. Feel you out. It didn’t occur to me how small you were until the effort you made to scramble up to my neck. Not long after you were in my face, and careful fingers traced gentle strokes up my back. I can’t ever recall a time when someone had treated me with such softness. Who is the one providing comfort to who? We were arguably just dry humping each other now, and every time you let loose one of those airy cries I think my head melted a degree hotter. What if there is just a freak solar storm causing problems, and we end up killing each other in this hotel room with fever induced sex seizures? I suppose there are worst ways to go considering we could both feel something terrible coming. .
20:55
After your final comment spritzed gasoline onto the fire of my soul I cupped a firm hand over your mouth and locked a wet head backwards into pillow. I could feel the flesh of your face stretch wide with fear, and the lack of light to see it happen was torture. How can I memorize it like those photos if I can’t even see it? My teeth locked a hateful bite into the pretty flesh of your ear. I’m sure it was hard to find air with your nose and mouth locked behind my hand still. “Astrea, are you sure you still want to fuck a guy like me?” I paused to lean in and lick the flesh of your head from neck to chin. “Do you like to hurt?” Your sweat was sweeter than I imagined, and I wanted to know if it got better when you were scared.
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 04-Oct-23 09:12 PM
Have you ever felt your eyes go so wide that they hurt? That's how it felt to suddenly have a hand pressed over your mouth in a room that was so dark that I wouldn't know which way to run if I wanted to get away. Fear struck fast and hard as the sudden change of pace, it's not like I was exactly vanilla but I certainly hadn't ever felt something like this before. Was this what happened with the girl before me? Were you just too rough with her? Nothing in me questioned whether or not the two of you both wanted it, you'd asked for my consent multiple times already and you just didn't seem like that kind of guy. One of my hands wrapped around your wrist, I wasn't really trying to pull you away or stop you but it was getting harder to breathe. .
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Teeth sinking into the flesh of my ear released a muffled moan into your palm, all I wanted was a kiss. How in the hell did you flip the script on me so quickly? Still though, I couldn't deny the fact that I was dripping wet for you. I nodded against your hand and mumbled an 'I want to' even if it was just a one night stand there was really nothing that I had to lose. Your next question was the one that I struggled with. Did I like to hurt? Not in the ways that I had experienced it before. Nobody had ever really been super rough with me in the bedroom either, a few hickeys and maybe some scratches were typically the only battle scars I ever ended up with. Most of my best experiences had been borderline tantric, they weren't rushed but they were more passionate than anything I had ever felt. I guess that's what happens when you're crazy in love with the woman you're fucking. Or at least it was for us. The problem with not being able to see anything is not being able to read the other person's face at all, there was no way for you to see me trying to figure out how to answer you and right now I could barely mumble out answers either. I tried my best to get out an 'I don't know' but I wasn't sure if you could even tell what I was saying. My lungs were starting to burn with the lack of proper oxygen and it made a panic pulse through me. Squirming my legs as I tapped on your wrist I tried to get you to let me suck in some air. My body was absolutely starving for yours but I wasn't going to be able to enjoy it if I panicked myself unconscious from not being able to breathe. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 05-Oct-23 02:17 PM
Truthfully it didn’t matter what you said to me as each word you uselessly buzzed into my hand pulsed with hot pleasure. I could feel you nodding along to questions, and I desperately wish the power would come back on so I could see the fear in your eyes. Your squirming was getting concerning at this point, but it would be anticlimactic to just let you go. Instead the moment my hand pulled away from your face I traded its place with my mouth so I could finally taste the spit on your bottom lip. Would that mother of yours be proud to know that the first day on this job you were letting me man handle you in bed? Blankets ruffled in the darkness as I ground my knee harder into your core as an open invitation for your rutting to continue. Little gusts of precious air sucked past my face, and I didn’t bother letting go of your lip until you had regained enough sense to kiss me back. My favorite part was keeping you trapped in a struggle for normal affection. You should see a woman who feels she has to earn every drop of your true love, its a truly beautiful sight to behold. I let you grind sideways on me in confusion until I heard your breathing resume to a normal pace. “I like that little whimper behind your gasping, Astrea.” It was a hint that your screams were glassy, and I can’t wait to hear one wail out of open throat. .
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With a quick shifting I gained purchase of your body so I could rotate myself above you. It was harder for you to grind on me like this, but I made sure my knee was still planted atop your seeping hole. I spoke down at your face in the trickling moonlight, “You know, when we first met I didn’t expect us to end up like this.” In fact their had been a direct effort to keep us apart. “Hadn’t there been a discussion between you and executives about staying off of me?” Now I leaned in so I could speak over the top of that same ear from earlier. Did it tingle to have my hot breath go over teeth crunched cartilage? “Am I irresistible or does fear just make you horny?” Maybe you are one of those silly birds who I can play with. “Perhaps you like to hurt, and just don’t know it yet.” Now my right hand traced careful circles into perfectly taught ribs. “Have you ever let someone hit you, cameragirl?” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 05-Oct-23 05:19 PM
Half a gasp. That's all the air that I got to suck in through my mouth until your lips replaced your hand. At least I could breathe through my nose again. My lungs were working overtime to try and catch my breath which you insisted on making more difficult by making your knees presence impossible to ignore. Not that I wanted to since my hips were still rolling enough to have me letting out little gasps and whimpers of pleasure behind my lips. It didn't take me too long to actually kiss you back and when I did you certainly didn't disappoint. The plush perfect lips I had been staring at before dinner slid against mine so well that you would think we had done this before. Right when I was going to part my lips further so we could explore each other's mouths even more you pulled away just to tease me more. .
17:19
It wasn't fair how well your words worked against me, it was like every syllable that left your lips was dripping in magical fuck nectar and my pussy was working overtime to turn it into sweet sweet honey. I could feel the way my shorts slipped against my body with every desperate grind of my hips against you, I was a mess already. It's a good thing you enjoyed the noises I made because I certainly wasn't going to try to hold them back. The powers out and the world might be ending, any complaining neighbors in the next rooms could learn to cope. There was a surprised gasp that made its way into the space that was nearly void of light when you ended up on top of me so quickly, I hadn't been expecting it and I was honestly surprised you were able to move so well without being able to see anything. I guess the fact that you had used my body as an anchor made it easier. My cheeks started burning when you mentioned the fact that there had been an effort on the networks' part to keep us from ending up in this exact position, but they couldn't have known the world was going to implode on itself when we got here. .
17:20
Would we still have ended up like this if it hadn't all started going to shit? Knowing myself and the way I kept catching myself looking at you there was probably still a fifty fifty chance. "Yeah well, they don't get to tell me what I can and can't do with my body." They could fire me if they found out but I could easily get work elsewhere, they didn't have the monopoly on camera work. "Maybe, I just thought you were nice and maybe I'm just attracted to you." Fear definitely didn't make me horny, at least I didn't think so, and I wasn't going to be caught dead calling you irresistible. Your ego didn't need it. As far as being hit was concerned I wasn't sure how to answer so once again my brain fell on blunt honesty. "Well.. I don't really know? I've been spanked a few times and had my thighs slapped apart but that's really it." Remembering those times had the heat from my cheeks spreading down into my neck and chest. I should really stop thinking about my ex girlfriend with a man on top of me. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 05-Oct-23 05:46 PM
Interesting how you felt power from feeling in control of your own body, yet here you were letting a stranger explore it with his demanding grasps. The glimpse I got from your phone made every bend and angle of dim-light flesh worth its inches in gold. This man didn’t have very much gold, but he does own an ample supply of focused desire. Would you care to be the pretty lens I pour through? I bet the beam of light we produce is of a color so beautiful our past lovers will be jealous. Your compliment did exactly what I needed it too, and that was fill me with enough houndish confidence to have my way with you. You’ll learn to be careful with my ego as it makes me sure I can get away with things. Unless you like it that way? “Spanked and slapped, huh?” The fact we were still having this conversation meant you were at the very least a bit interested. A hot hand wrapped your chin like twine dressed ribbon and I used the leverage to crane your face sideways into the bed. Not hard enough to cause any pain, but with enough force that you knew there was no fighting it. Now that the other side of your neck was visible I took the time to paint its shape with the wet of my tongue. This time I drug it up past your chin and sideways into your mouth. After a few laps around your lips I let our heads separate with a pop. “I didn’t hear a no.” Your spit and sweat tasted of hot salt and fear. .
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The hand on your chin left its place so it could return to fragile ribs. “I like the way your bones feel beneath my hands.” Hissing that at a near stranger in darkness is the exact fantasies I get off to in bed. Doing it for real pulsed a flush head with so much blood that I whimpered in pain. You were still humping my leg like a saw cuts through fresh Oak, but I liked keeping you in a place of horny struggle. “Keep fucking my knee like that and I might let you wrap that tiny cunt around me.” After I felt your sides and belly up some more I said, “I had a girlfriend your size dump me because ’it hurt’,” I made sure her reason was spoken in a mocking tone, “Will you be able to handle it, camera girl?” Now I leaned in again so I could push my soul’s hatred into your precious head, “If you let me slap you in the face you can cum on my cock.” You didn’t know this, but I was probably going to hit you regardless of what choice was made. “If you don’t let me hurt you, the best I can offer is this sad dry humping you are doing now. Are you always such a messy fool in bed?” This was fun, maybe we can be friends. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 05-Oct-23 06:07 PM
"Apollo-" Your name left my lips wrapped in fear, this was honestly the last thing I had expected when I had let my stupid mind wander wondering how you would fuck earlier. A part of me liked it, a lot, but the other part was afraid you only wanted to hurt me and I willingly walked into some stupid trap. I'd like to tell myself that if that's how things were you wouldn't be working here anymore but we all know that's not how things worked. Still, you had been asking me before you did just about everything. Why was this all so confusing? Maybe I am some weirdo who gets off to being mildly afraid. This time when you ran your tongue up my neck and over my pulse I let out a more audible moan before your tongue interrupted. "That's because I didn't say no, because I don't know." I really need to work on how to talk in the bedroom again. .
18:07
When you let go of my face I looked back up towards where I was pretty sure I was looking at you. I could just barely make out your outline as your fingers traced over my ribs. Once again you left goosebumps in your wake and the longer this went on the more I wanted to feel you stuffing yourself inside me. "I can handle it-" I barely even recognized my own voice. I was speaking through such harsh panted breaths as I rutted against you. I wasn't actually sure I could handle it, it had been awhile since anything but fingers or toys had fucked me and judging by what you just said you were bigger than both. "Why do you want to hurt me so bad? Here I was thinking you'd just want to fuck me.." Maybe it wasn't super smart of me to antagonize the person who was asking to slap you in the face but I was curious, did the last girl enjoy this? Would I? "If-. What if I don't like it? I mean I really want to cum on your cock but I'm.. nervous I won't like being hit." Chances were I would like it given how much I liked being spanked and I had also fallen apart more than once from being bit too, maybe I do like pain more than I thought. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 05-Oct-23 06:33 PM
Were you new to being crude during sex, or were you really just that nervous? Your worried explanations seemed to imply the latter. It shouldn’t ignite my body into a fire to learn that you were experiencing genuine fear. This was a fine line of trust I was being offered. It would be irresponsible to abuse my credit the day it is given to me. Would it be cruel to toe the line of sanity, at least a little bit? Already the proud women I met this morning is making airy proclamations that she can handle my cock. You hadn’t even seen it Astrea, what makes you so sure? When my heart beat little lines would dance at the corner of my vision. Damn, can I handle it? It’d be pretty typical of me to talk all this mad shit and then immediately crumble at the first plunge into you. Good thing I am made from tougher stock than that. Why did the next question you ask have to be such a good one? Why do I want to hurt you? It’s a good thing you couldn’t see my face in the dim lighting, or else you would be scared by the true venom pouring forward. Rubbing skin with people awoke a deeper desire of cruelty within me, and that sneaking ego’s least favorite past time is to be questioned. However your soul tossed a weird curveball into this ethereal mind-soup, because with you I felt the genuine need to come up with excuses. .
18:33
“I have nightmares about writhing in a void of ecstasy while the screams of unknown pained peoples die around me.” If you thought I was being edgy there was no hint of humor in my voice. As long as I can remember a nights rest will bring me sweat filled dreams of terrible things while my body toils against churning waves of orgasm. Try explaining to a doctor that your worst nightmares are the hardest you ever cum, and that those crossed brain wires carry over into your love life. It was easier to admit this to you in the dark, and whatever judgment you passed was deserved. I can’t help it. Did you hear my sad psychic plea? I didn’t know I wasn’t born this way. The things from afar changed me into this.
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. We didn’t know that my body served as a beacon of flesh. Deep in my code a cute implanted gene beat against my heart with a technology unknown to the eldest of humanity. They didn’t care that the side effect was ruined epicenters of lust. You might care though, considering your vulnerable body was pinned beneath my modified one. Gods are cruel, but time’s deities are cruelest. “I like making you nervous.” That comment probably iced your skin freezing, but this fine line I danced required me to pull you the other way too. While gliding my knee in slow circles I pouted out my next sentence, “What if we start real gentle, Astrea? You said your ass and legs have been struck before, why don’t you let me smack one of those?” Neither of then had been beneath my hands, but I bet their surfaces dances with supreme ripples when my palm sinks into them. “I won’t do it very hard, just enough to make you suck in air.” Maybe you needed some sweet too? This time when I leaned into your ear I pressed a loving kiss into the flesh of it first, “I’ll do lots of extra favors like carrying your bags. I know you like to appear hard in public.” I stopped just long enough to spill a cocky chuckle, “It can be our tiny prideful secret that you let me make you scream true notes of song in the bedroom.” Memories of your soft throat beneath my tongue hazily floated my flesh’s memory, “God gave you a big throat stranger, it would be a mighty shame to let all its secret notes go to waste.” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 05-Oct-23 06:55 PM
The nightmares that you mentioned sounded more terrifying than I could imagine and I had seen and experienced more than my fair share of fucked up things in my short life. My brain couldn't even really process what that would be like, how awful it must be to experience that, and to have to go to sleep knowing that it's coming. It wasn't hard to understand how that could fuck a person up, if we weren't tangled up in a bed right now dangling on the edge of fucking each other's brains out I would probably try to dig deeper but right now all I could focus on what you and how it felt to have you on top of me like this. 'I like making you nervous.' The words alone were enough to elicit a whine. Could a person get off just from someone teasing them with their words and pressing a knee into their dripping cunt? If we kept this up I was bound to find out. You offered me up a compromise that was impossible to resist, starting slow took away a lot of the nerves that had worked their way into my gut and even in the dark I found myself nodding. It was a good thing it was dark because if you could see me you'd probably laugh at me for how absolutely wrecked I already looked. Half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks seemed like the kind of thing you would hold over my head as I tried to figure out exactly what I wanted. "Okay, that sounds- I'd like that." .
18:55
Your next move had me squirming even more desperately against you. That soft kiss against my ear was enough to have me melting and I took the opportunity of you leaning down to run my hands back up your shirt to dig my nails into the muscle there. It wasn't fair how you read me like a book, I did like to look like I had it all together for everyone else, another habit that I developed from being on my own after what happened. "Apollo please this is like torture~" I couldn't explain why but you telling me that you would carry my bags for me and that the way we fucked would be our little secret drove my crazy. It meant that you planned on doing this again, and that you planned on being around me enough to carry my bags more, it meant you wanted to be around me. My free hand slipped into your hair and pulled you into a kiss. This time I didn't waste a single second in parting my lips to invite your tongue into my mouth and when the hot muscle slid against my own I let a moan vibrate between us. When you went to pull back I caught your bottom lip between my teeth before letting it go with a playful smile on my face "So what's it going to be first Apollo Mallory? My thighs or my ass?" @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 05-Oct-23 07:19 PM
Whining, grinding, hot breath, and now sweet promises. What about this was torture to you? Unless you meant the teasing end I was dragging you the length of by toying your cunt like this. You liked it though, and if you wanted things to progress quicker you should do a better job of hiding desire. Although maybe I shouldn’t judge the mind of a woman who was going to let me hit her the day I met her. I bet most people would think less of someone who would stoop so low. However that exact brand of madness is the antidote to this mans loveless life. I don’t like them crazy, I like them insane, and I can feel the mind of a mad woman lurking within you. What would it take to pull her out? Some silly strikes in bed? A few months of mad sex? Maybe an apocalypse? My mind was still free falling from your surprise kiss. Anybody else who took the pace from me would be met with hateful words, but you were stern and mysterious enough that I liked being led a bit. That was why our tongues wormed in such earthly harmony, and I almost failed my own game by reaching down your pants. Slower. People like us only get to explore each other the first time once. Your question filled our space like sickly sweet incense, and I huffed the words so long before answering that the world came back on. .
19:19
Its funny, that surging noise from movies actually happens when power returns to a building. Fans, lights, air conditioners, and televisions all sprang to life within the hotel at the same instant. Who knows how many other devices across the town reenergized in that moment, but I guarantee both our minds were elsewhere. A pale creature who had spent all day tailing me around like a hateful ghost was flush red and pinned beneath my hands. Your shirt had ridden up high enough during our torment of each other that your tattoos were visible. Fuck, I was supposed to taste those.A quick glance down revealed that your shorts had been properly soaked through, and a news anchor behind me currently droned on about resource rationing. It didn’t occur to me how important a topic that was because my eyes were locked in yours. .
19:19
I could feel it, this tension of ours stretching taught again like a coiled spring. Will we ever get another chance at this? We could probably still enjoy each others bodies this evening, but it wouldn’t carry the same charged fun now that our intimate act had been interrupted. Still… you were, “Beautiful, you are a beautiful woman, Astrea.” Being in your presence and also visible filled me with sudden shame at my own behavior. God, do I hear myself speak? Dirty talk aside the nightmares I had shared with you were of deep personal psyche. I was exposed beyond what I would be if all skin was rended from me. For a moment I considered staying atop you, but that was before your phone started ringing with a call from who I could only assume was your mother. At least the photo looked like an older version of you with raven hair. Will yours lace with grey like that? It was cute, and I made sure to climb off of you so the device could be better accessed. Already I had questions about why the phones were working now, but there would be time for that afterword. Now that I was back beside you, “You should answer that, maybe something happened?” I hope she was calling you back for something simple after your conversation earlier. Little did we know the end of the world started thirty seconds ago. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 05-Oct-23 08:15 PM
The sudden buzzing hum of surging electricity coming back to life was the only answer that I got to my question before the room was blindingly bright. Funny how with the light behind you like this with my eyes adjusting you looked almost ethereal. Ironic considering you were just asking if I liked pain. Even with the news playing in the background I couldn't bring myself to tear my eyes away from you. My chest was visibly heaving and the fact that your eyes were on me now, and you could actually see me, was making me feel smaller than I had in a long time. For once it didn't feel terrible to feel that way though, something about you made me want to hand myself over on a silver platter. Somehow being in the light like this made everything feel different, the tension was still there but part of the magic of it had dissipated. Still, everything in me wanted to kiss you again, I think I could get addicted to your lips. "Thank you, you're not half bad yourself." .
20:15
The sudden ringing of my phone finally tore my eyes away from yours because I practically jumped out of my skin. For a moment I considered not answering it and continuing on with whatever crazy sex we were so close to having but then you suggested I should answer and I nodded. When I reached over to grab the stupid device I felt guilty that I had almost blown off my mother of all people, her face was staring back at me and it always made me smile to see her light up the screen. Sliding the green bar over I held my phone up to my ear only to be met with the sounds of pure panic. I sat up and got out of bed when the panic didn't subside after a few moments, I had a habit of pacing when I was on the phone and it wasn't a purely pleasant conversation. "Mom slow down I can't understand what you're saying-." I don't know why but I always felt more pressure to not speak in my native tongue when people were around and I knew that was going to make it harder to get her to listen. .
20:15
There was so much noise in the background that it made it even more difficult to figure out what she was saying. "Okāsan what's wrong what's going on?" My brows were pinched together now and I was biting my thumb nail without even realizing that I was doing it. "Mama, anzen'na tokoro ni itte ne, mō ikanaito ikenai no! Mama please you have to!" Things were apparently much worse in the city right now and I was terrified she was going to get stuck there cut off from everyone else. There was the sound of some kind of crashing on the other line before it went completely dead and I looked at my phone as if somehow it was it's fault before putting it back up to my ear. "Mom? Mom? Mama, are you there? MAMA?" My lip was quivering with the effort it was taking not to cry, for all I knew they had been hit with an earthquake and lost power like we had but all I could think of was the worst. What if she was gone and I wasn't even there to try to save her from whoever was doing all of this? .
20:16
Tossing my phone onto the bed I buried my face into my hands and let myself cry. This day has been so confusing from the very beginning and this was just too much to add to it without breaking down at all. Flashes of broken down cars, swirling birds, and crunching deer played through my head before being followed by the thought of how your fingers felt against my skin. It was all too much. Soft cries made my body shudder as I stood there awkwardly at the end of my bed letting myself break down. It was better to get it out now and have a clear head for the morning than it was to try to hold it all in anyway. At least that's what people always tried to say. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 05-Oct-23 08:39 PM
Complements from new friends aren’t as sweet when followed up by concerning conversations with their parents. Whatever you were talking about couldn’t be good, and that was my judgment before you had gotten up to hurriedly pace about. Unfamiliar words in worried tones hushed passed your lips so fast it made my head spin. What we had been doing seconds go felt sinful now that it was backlit by your unraveling trauma. I definitely had questions, but interrupting your racing conversation would be beyond rude. Glancing passed you at the TV only informed me that the world was spiraling. Martial law had been declared in most of Europe, and that was before all contact had been lost. A hot flash of emotion skittered across the pan of my chest. Why are they holding us in the dark? Rising from the bed I stormed across the room to peer out of the curtains. Other than rows of cars on the highways and lots of emergency responders there didn’t appear to be any actual emergency occurring. Hadn’t the ground just shook? Wha the fuck is going on? Its awful to be hopeless and angry, even worse when you don’t know who to direct it at. .
20:39
‘Mama?’ That was a word I knew and your way of crying it out earned my whipping attention. I whirled so fast to catch you collapsing into your own hands that my head swam from the spinning effort. Occasionally the sound of a honking horn would remind me of what waited outside, but right now the sad girl whose heart I had just played with was having an earned breakdown. Creeping closer to you I still struggled to phrase my questions right. Part of me wanted to know if your family was okay, but the other was concerned over our safety. There as a chance you had some more ideas of what was happening now that you had word from someone outside the country. “Astrea…” The awkward pause after your name was to try and soften the blow of my interruption. “What’s happening? What did she say?” I hoped you were about to tell me something simple, like how cancelled flights meant you two wouldn’t see each other for awhile. However people don’t cry the way you are unless an escalated incident had taken place. A rumbling of noise so piercing that it shook my eyes filled our space and was gone just as fast. A formation of fighter jets had passed over the city, and their screaming engines had startled me to a pencil straight stand. “Jesus.” You hadn’t had time to answer yet, but I know scrambled jets meant airborne threat. “It feels like we are under attack, but no one is out there.” My awkward shuffling had brought me up behind you, but it didn’t feel appropriate to actually offer touch. This was the part I am bad at with people, their emotions seem to leak out between my fingers when I try to stop the flow of their feelings. “Why don’t you let me tuck you into one of these beds, so we can try and get rest before tomorrow.” I have a feeling very little work will be done after tonight, and there is no sense wandering an unfamiliar city at night time. I hope I didn’t just offer to tuck you in after your mom had exploded on the phone. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 05-Oct-23 09:08 PM
There was so much fear and stress coursing through my veins that when the jets flew overhead I jumped and yelped thinking they were about to slam right into us. They would have definitely hit other buildings first considering this one was only twelve stories high but logic wasn't exactly at the forefront of my mind right now. I couldn't even get my stupid mouth to form an answer to the question that you had asked me before the screaming sound had scared me. How do you even explain that you have no idea what you heard or what happened? When I turned to look at you my eyes were wet with tears and my nose was red not from blushing this time but from crying. I don't know what possessed me to seek out comfort in your body but I closed the small distance between us and wrapped my arms around you in a hug, face pressed back against your chest I tried to stop the tears from coming. Maybe if I told myself she was okay it would somehow be true, my heart knew otherwise though. It told me she was gone. .
21:08
More than anything I wished to be home right now, at least there I could properly let go of the emotions that were building up inside of me like a bomb just waiting to detonate. It wasn't fair that we didn't even know what was happening, why wasn't anybody saying anything about what was actually going on? "I'm scared, Apollo." My voice was probably the smallest you had heard it yet, even after the deer I hadn't been this shooken up or broken sounding. My eyes drifted towards the window behind you and all I could see was the glowing red and white of flashing lights. Were we even going to make it out of Florida alive? .
21:08
Your offer to tuck me into bed was sweet. Part of me wished the power never came back on so we would still be in the dark, both physically and being blissfully ignorant about just how much worse things were getting across the globe. At least in the dark I had a more solid excuse to want to be so close to you, now if I wanted to be I just had to come out and admit it. Was it really such a bad thing to do after we had just come so close to completely intertwining with each other? "Sleep with me. Please? I don't want to feel alone right now." It felt so weak of me to be asking for such a silly thing but there was a good chance I just lost the only rock I had in this world so I had nothing left to lose by asking. "You don't have to I just-. I could really.. I could really use the comfort right now." I still hadn't been able to bring myself to tell you what she had said, it still didn't feel real. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 05-Oct-23 09:56 PM
Wow, you really are short. Wrapping my arms around your back secured you into the sobbing hug, and I made sure to not let you fall. A weakness in your knees was evident by the pulling weight you were trying to drag me down with. Oh shit, something really bad had happened. It was weird to hear you crying, and I hated how the sound summoned forth a spirit of lust. Empathetic tears welled behind my eyes, but deeper in the pools of depressive liquid was a desire to hear you cry harder. Do you choke when you sob, or are you one of the rare ones who goes silent when truly sad? Something told me our trip home was going to be full of enough trauma for several lifetimes. What does it even look like to be displaced in a war zone? How many wars had America been through without losing citizens on its own soil? There were enough sirens blaring outside that someone had to be dead. “Me too.” You probably already knew that from the shake in my fingertips and the rapid beat of my heart beneath your head. Why did this shit have to happen when I am so far from home? Firecrackers of rage kept detonating in my chest, and nothing short of feeling something break would make me feel better. How long can I hide this temper from you? Would you think less of me for pulverizing the cheap desk chair? .
21:56
I was lucky you had a sideswiping way of being disarming to my brooding. Your question was so sweet I couldn’t help but laugh in response. It was a tiny sound, but I bet it rang against your leaning head. You know why I laughed: we had spent all morning being hateful to each other, yet here we are seeking solace in each other’s company. “Of course.” Part of me was grumpy that you had ignored my question, but there was no sense in pushing someone grieving with mystery. With guiding force I walked us toward the bed, but before prying your death hug off of me I said, “Let’s get you in bed, Astrea Hoshi. Whomever had come up with your name did an excellent job of mending syllables because that sweet cacophony of mouth sounds falls of the lips like water from a cliff. Fumbling with the blankets only took a few moments, and before long you had a flattened spot to lay. “These blankets are actually pretty soft for a hotel.” Small talk felt like eating wood chips all things considered, but I was doing my best to refocus your worried energy. I offered you a hand to help step inside, and I missed its touch after you had climbed in. A brief circling of the room allowed me to close the blinds again. By the time I made it back to the bed every light was off. Luckily ambient city life illuminated the room enough that your shiny eyes guided me back to the bed. A careful shuffling got me into place next to you, and before settling in I placed a comforting kiss into the point of your cheekbone. We weren’t a couple, but there was now an odd responsible aura between us. “Do- do you want me to hold you?” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 05-Oct-23 10:20 PM
It wasn't lost on me why you were laughing, if I was on the outside looking in right now I'd be laughing at my pathetic question too. When this day started I would have done anything to avoid you like the plague and all it took was the lights going out and the earth shaking for me to fall into bed with you. And now here I was asking you to do it again. I wanted to tell you that I liked the way you said my name, you made it sound so special, maybe it was the way your lips wrapped around the letters but it sounded different coming from you. "Thank you. Really I appreciate it, Apollo." I let go of you long enough to let you go and pull the blankets back and then climbed into bed with your help. "Yeah, they're pretty nice." My tone was so flat it must have felt like talking to a robot but I was still trying to process the fact that all of this was really happening and I wasn't just locked up in some weird dream. .
22:21
I curled up and watched you go over to close the blinds again and reached up to shut off the light between the beds. When you finally climbed in next to me and kissed my cheekbone I felt the stirring of butterflies in my stomach. Their wings were fluttering away but I was so sad they couldn't quite take flight. Still, the feeling of them was welcomed and so was your comforting kiss. "I would really like that." The way you asked was borderline timid and it was hard to believe this was the same man who was just trying to negotiate his way into slapping me. .
22:21
Before you could even move I rolled over to face you and tucked myself against your side with my head on your chest. One way to beat the nerves is to just do it before you can think about it too much. "I think.. I think my mom might be hurt or-. There was a loud noise and the line went dead. Maybe another emp went off over there or something though right?" I was regretting ever letting her leave to visit home. There was no way that any of us could have known this was going to happen but now it felt like we were worlds away and there was nothing I could do. Planes were grounded and it's not as if a boat to Japan is going to be readily available. "Are you.. I mean should you be calling anybody? Family or something?" It made sense to do it now in case we lost power and phones again, although you hadn't really mentioned anything about your family so for all I knew you didn't have anyone either. At least asking took the focus off of me and the fact that I was struggling. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 06-Oct-23 09:01 AM
There was a brewing disappointment boiling away inside of me from our sick act being interrupted. What would you think if you knew that in the middle of this cataclysm I was just grumpy that our sexes didn’t get to bump? Maybe men are gross creatures. Oh well, I wasn’t the one making poor judgments and climbing into bed with them. Yes, it felt better to offload the weight of responsibility onto your shoulders. You walked into this. Besides, I had already told you who I am, right? How many warnings am I required to give someone before their continued advances are deemed their own choice? Something told me all that paperwork that the network had me sign would make It difficult to defend the point in court. But the courts don’t need to know, do they? When you started ruffling around at first I thought you were moving to change beds. Had you heard my thoughts? Paranoia tried to convince me that my inner monologue had been mumbled in some weird slip up, but I was proven wrong when you nuzzled into my side. It felt good to get hugs from the little bitchy camera girl who was currently wearing me like a misfitting jetpack. You were explaining what had happened to your mother, and I took this time to wrap my hand on your side around a shivering body. My palm curved back over your hip, and I used the leverage to tuck us closer together. .
09:01
“We don’t know.” Wow, it felt really shitty to sum up the likely hood of your mom’s survival with such a simple statement, but it was true. “There is a lot going on right now, Astrea. They keep saying on the news that power is going in and out.” Phones can’t work if the towers go down right? I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about, but it was my current job to keep you calm. You distracted me from this by asking about my family. “My mother wouldn’t even pick up on a normal night.” Our relationship had been shaky before I almost threw this job away with a sex scandal. Maybe humor will help? “You have to remember my lawsuits closed two weeks ago. Most of my life is in shambles right now.” That wasn’t as funny as it was supposed to be. Why is there so much shame in admitting to people that you don’t get along with your family? Tucking my chin allowed me to kiss the top of your head. Cold hair smelled so strong of fresh cleaners that it made my head spin. I wanted to drag your hand into my lap so you could feel what this contact was doing to me. I needed a distraction, or else I may just try to fuck you again… although it would be nice to feel something good before slipping into my usual evening of nightmares. “Do you dream, Astrea?” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 06-Oct-23 09:33 AM
’We don’t know.’ How do I explain to you that just because nobody had hand delivered my mothers body to me didn’t mean I didn’t know? I could feel it in my heart that she was gone, and even if there was a chance of someone bringing her back given everything that was going on I doubt it would happen. Foolishly I let myself agree with you because it felt easier to cling onto something I knew wasn't true than to try and process the fact that I might really be all alone in the world now. The rest of my family in Japan shunned me after my father did and I didn’t really have anybody here that I was close to. All I had now was my camera and my questionable coworker. Great. “I’m sorry Apollo, that's terrible.” I really did feel sorry for you, not having a family that you could turn to was a pain that all too many people understood but that didn’t make it any less devastating. At the very least I had my mom, you didn’t even have that and I couldn’t imagine how terrible that had to be. “That’s.. I mean I get that but it still must suck to not have your family in your corner.” I still didn’t know all of the details of what happened between you and your old.. Partner? Girlfriend? Whatever you wanted to call them. The news had a way of skewing things and the more time I spent with you the more I wondered what was true and what wasn’t. I was just about to ask you what had really happened when you asked me another question, one that if answered honestly would make me all too vulnerable for my liking. .
09:33
Lie or tell the truth. An option that I’m faced with every time someone tries to get to know me better. Maybe that’s why I’ve always stuck to having so few social interactions with people. “I.. don’t really know if I would call them dreams. More like nightmares.” You had told me a little bit about yours so I guess it’s the least I could do to do the same right? “They’re usually about my dad and about.. Some stuff I dealt with while I was still at home.” Home meaning Japan and stuff I dealt with being incredibly vague considering all the shit that would play through my head from when I was homeless. “Sometimes I have good ones about my ex though.” And the other half of the time I hear that same crunching that sent me into a downward spiral earlier in the car. This whole being open thing was already exhausting and I had only half done it for a whopping minute. Why couldn’t we just not talk and be back twenty minutes ago when we were getting ready to fuck each other stupid? @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 06-Oct-23 09:48 AM
Yes, pity me. Being wrapped up in the arms of a pretty girl who is pouring attention into you is a blissful feeling akin to dying peacefully surrounded by friends. Currently there was no physical resemblance of death taking place, but you were doing a good job stabbing the painful critters that scurry about my head. It is hard not having access to close family. Don’t worry though I cope healthily by just pouring the emotions into an intense jealousy that I then aim at everyone else who is close to their parents. It felt like a deeper dig from you was incoming, but I got lucky and dodged it with the question of your dreams. It shut you up for a second, which had not been my original plan. Without your accented voice filling our dark room with rightful praise I wasn’t sure how long I could keep it together. A harder pull of my arm around you tucked us close enough together that we shared each rippling breath. It was grounding to have your ribcage pulse against the side of mine. Two scared idiots far from home. From what I had gathered you were an entire world away from your people, and you seemed rather convinced they were dead. A nervous gulp was either good timing or a kick for you to speak because you finally relented by giving me some sound. .
09:48
Ah, so you hate sleeping too. You hadn’t exactly said that, but it was evident in the swift way you danced the subject of nightmares. Perhaps that was why you had reacted so nonchalantly to my admission of psychotic dreamscapes, because you too suffered the hell that is traumatic rest. So there is trauma back home, too? My free hand came up to wrap around the top of your cold fingers which were resting on my chest beside your head. I squeezed you hard enough to know that I felt your pain, but I didn’t bother commenting on the admission of historic injustice. “I love it when the sweet ones sneak in. Makes waking up a little easier.” Going to bed exhausted and waking up just as tired has been the operating status of my life for as long as I can remember. Another soft kiss into the top of your head selfishly kept me from spiraling. “She must have been special if you still think about her.” I could feel the love you still had for this woman by the way you wistfully spoke of her. We were already holding each other so I let my legs loosen up and tangle with yours. I wanted to turn my chest toward you and lock us closer together, but then you might feel this monster cock that won’t fuck off when we are close like this. “Why don’t we try to sleep, and then we can make our way home in the morning? Fuck the job honestly, We have other things to worry about.” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 06-Oct-23 10:04 AM
“The sweet ones are all that makes going to bed any easier, I’m always hoping that they’ll somehow sneak in.” It was comforting being in the presence of somebody who understood what I was talking about. Our torturous nightmares may have been about different things but you at least knew what it was like to not want to close your eyes and end the day. Something that most people look forward to when the sun goes down. Your hand being wrapped around mine only made me want to tangle ourselves together even further and almost as if you read my mind your legs let me do just that. Slotting mine in between I was almost half on top of you now but it felt different than before. There was still a heavy sexual tension in the air between us but it also felt like there was a small hint of something else too. Fuck was I starting to really like you? It would explain why every kiss you planted into my skin made butterflies try to take flight. .
10:04
“She was probably the most special person I’ve ever known.” It’s really too bad she probably thinks of me with nothing but hatred in her heart. Not that I could blame her, I should have kept her safe, I tried though I really did. I hope she at least knows that. There were so many things that I could have said about her but honestly talking about her was hard. I’d never even spoken of her to anyone else but my mother and even that was a rare occasion. It was easier to just keep it all inside and let it slowly turn toxic in my chest. “That’s probably a good idea. I'm sure it’s going to be a nightmare trying to get out of here.” The job had already been long forgotten about and if the city we were in was more familiar to me I would have said fuck sleeping and taken off already. Of course it couldn’t be that easy though and now we had to try to fight through a night of our own demons before we could try to find some semblance of safety. Was it even going to exist still when morning came? @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 06-Oct-23 10:23 AM
I hated how quickly you agreed to sleeping. Is this perverse energy between us just on my side? It didn’t seem that way considering minutes ago we had been getting ready to have vicious sex. What if that had been why you were unsure of letting me hit you? Am I a creep? After your continued explanations of family I let the silence afterword hang for awhile. Being blanketed by spindly limbs was making me sleepy. It’d be easier to doze off if we toyed with each other first. Will there be another chance? Oh… maybe that was the issue? Subconsciously I am worried that after tonight we won’t get another run at each other’s bodies. Perhaps that is for the better. There will be more than just nightmares when we both close our eyes, but we already knew that. It’s why our forms were tangled like frilly edges of an old blanket. Another rushing roar of fighter jets alerted me out of whatever sandman hole I had been slipping into, however thankfully this time they were far enough way to not make be a startling sound. It was a race to see who would fall asleep first, and I was worried you were going to win. Nothing is quite worse than sharing stories of creeping fears and then being the only one awake in an unfamiliar place. .
10:23
Your breathing had yet to even out, and I hoped that my talking didn’t bother you. “I would have let you fuck me anyway, you know.” A hot blush lit my cheeks so bright that it probably glowed. If I had been free of the never ending Astrea throb it didn’t matter because it was happening again now. “Whether or now you let me hit you.” Was it a lie? I wasn’t sure to be honest, but I wanted you to still feel safe around me. I wanted our limbs to tangle like this more than once. The same powerful drips of nirvana that came with conquering my last subordinate drizzled around my brain in a liquid encasement of ego. God, I was so hard it hurt and it wasn’t fair you were just laying here falling asleep. “If we never see each other again after tomorrow, will you think of me in the future?” We had just met, what a inept question. Maybe I just liked hearing your voice. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 06-Oct-23 10:39 AM
Could you feel it too? That weird feeling of longing? I don’t think I’d ever had a close encounter with somebody that hadn’t played all the way out like that and then thought about it afterwards at all honestly. Usually whatever was done was done and I tried not to linger on it for too long. Aside from the stuff that happened with my family and my ex but that’s different. Laying her with you right now felt like I was missing some sort of opportunity and I couldn’t explain why. Was it just because the situation felt so dire and I was afraid of missing out on something? It felt like it was more than that but I didn’t know why. I barely knew you at all, it made no sense for me to have any feelings for you… right? The sound of more fighter jets had me clinging to you just a little harder, the volume of them wasn’t what scared me this time, no this time it was wondering what it was they were going after. I could tell that we were both still awake from the uneven way our chests rose and fell against each other, was either of us actually going to get any sleep tonight? It would be the smart thing to do so we were well rested in the morning but it felt even more impossible than normal to quiet my mind down. Your words interrupting the momentary quiet between us made me blush and subconsciously I pressed myself even closer to you. “I would have let you try it. You never know if you like something or not until you let someone do it right?” .
10:40
I thought that was going to be the end of it but then you asked me if I would think of you in the future and this time I couldn’t stop the eruption of fluttering wings in my stomach. Why did it make me so happy that you wanted me to think about you? And why did I have a feeling that I would? The worst part though is that I didn’t want to just think about you, I wanted to feel our limbs tangled together like this again after today. I wanted to know what it felt like to have you touching me, to feel you inside of me, to find out how you taste. Maybe it was just lingering fuzziness from getting so worked up and never getting off but something told me it was more than that alone. “Don’t do that. Don’t say goodbye to me yet when we’ve barely had the chance to say hello.” I wanted to kiss you properly after that statement but propping myself up felt like too much work so instead I pressed a kiss to your chest where I was laying. "I would though.. I would think about you." @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 06-Oct-23 02:51 PM
‘I would have let you try it.’ Goddammit! Internally I was kicking my feet and screaming at the fact this was robbed from me. “You’re just saying that.” The smile was evident in my tone of voice, and if God allowed it my grin would have glinted in the darkness. There is a reality where your pale flesh is accented by red streaks of blood swollen flesh. I just fucking know your skin soaks impact like a fresh canvas. How long would the sweet outline of my force last in your flesh? It wouldn’t be as permeant a reminder as tattoos, but I bet the stinging lust left from their blow would glow longer than those ink marked spots would. Am I placing too much credence in my presence to assume that the touch of my fist would mean more than those chosen scars of color? Perhaps… But it made me hard to think otherwise. When you told me to stop at first I thought you were referring to our twisted limbs. Thankfully you clarified by explaining that there was no need to make sweet goodbyes. How can you be so sure? Are you naive to the process of traveling long distances for work? There was no way based on the background you had traveled from that mysterious long distance crushes were a new reality. You should know then that corners of the world can hide ‘what could have beens’ like old couches hide spare change and discarded hair ties. We stewed in the heat of our old bodies just long enough to drift thoughts before you added the final bit about thinking about me. .
14:51
One. Two. Three. A few thundering slams of my own heart echoed so hard within my chest that it made my eyes shake. There was something here beyond just my own boyish drooling for pretty stacks of flesh. “You feel it too.” Let that be a quiet statement on how I really feel. Seconds dragged onto a minute as the fresh buds of friendship and feelings twirled together into an earthy root of kinship. Slowly and with deliberate pace my hand crawled under the covers until it found your wrist. At first I had considered searching for hand, but I liked the prospect of wrapping your thin arm up. It was a way of holding your hand while planting a seed of domination. “You feel so small, compared to me.” God, I really need to knock this off or we will dry humping each other again. “If you wont let me say goodbye, at least let me say goodnight.” A final kiss atop your head sealed our foundations for our relationship: Careful yet firm. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 06-Oct-23 03:05 PM
There was a quickening in the pace at which your heart was slamming against your chest, I could hear it happening where my ear was resting. Did it really have such an effect on you to know that I would think about you if this was the last night we ever spent together? If we never saw each other again after tomorrow there was no telling how many nights I would spend staring up at the ceiling remembering how your warm breath felt fanning against my skin when you whispered in my ear. Or the way our limbs tangled together like two perfect pieces of a puzzle of lust, how fucking soft your lips felt against mine even in the midst of heated kisses. I would always wonder if we could have actually turned into something more or if this was just the product of two scared strangers sharing a close space. .
15:05
’You feel it too.’ The simple statement told me that I wasn’t the only one and suddenly my heart was beating hard enough that you could probably feel it against your side. “I feel it too.” There was no need to specify what it was, we both already knew that there was something buried deeper just waiting for us if we wanted to find it. Or if we got the chance to. “I am small compared to you Apollo.” There was a smile in my voice this time and it made the cooled air of the room feel a little bit warmer, at least it did here under this blanket with you. I shrank down a little bit when you kissed my head, the words you spoke before planting it there made me feel almost shy and if the lights were on it would be clear as day that I was blushing again. I think my cheeks have heated more tonight than they have in the past year. “That’s not how you say a real goodnight you know. Haven’t you ever watched a movie?” I propped myself up briefly so that I could press a feather light kiss to your lips before smiling against them “That’s how you say goodnight.” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 06-Oct-23 03:29 PM
It was cute you felt the need to echo my words. Are we two opposite sides of a cliff face cavern whose pretty songs can bounce between walls all day? Maybe that’s what I needed… a strong woman who can keep me in line during the day but lets me push her body to unholy limits in private. You are getting ahead of yourself. True, but more today had happened between us than I think even gods anticipated. It got even worse when you repeated the sentiment by sending back more words about our sizes. “You know they give short girls a lot of shit who date taller guys.” Teasing each other about a possible future is a warm enough medicine to calm my worried soul for the evening, and that was before you kissed me. Like a starstruck dumbass I almost said ‘wow’ when our lips parted. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the darkness the shining pits of yours were obvious at this distance. Pretty eyes too. A hovering mass of fuckable flesh was inches away from where I wanted her to sit. The same internal song about touching my cock was ringing against my skull. It will be sweeter if we let our desire build anyway. “Forgive me for being so uncultured.” I wonder if you actually like films, or if that was just a cute excuse to kiss me. Either way I don’t really care as once you settled back down I licked the taste from my lips. .
15:29
I can’t remember the last time I fell asleep smiling, but snuggled next to you in a hotel bed I passed unconscious grinning ear to ear. Nightmares still plagued my sleep as expected. Some nights I would be granted respite and awake from troubled slumber with screams and sweat. Tonight I was locked in dreamscape all night. It probably didn’t help to go to bed stuffed with horny buzzing as every second of rest was full of soulful drumming. What isn’t fair is that even though we were out cold the first landing craft in our area still awoke us from dead sleep. When the spindled object touched down twelve miles from our hotel at a quarter the speed of light it melted solid rock to slag. We didn’t know this but their operator had make a mathematical mistake and the craft tunneled over a mile into superheated earth. A shockwave bigger than pre hydrogen atomic weaponry leveled several suburbs and downed multiple fighter response aircraft. In later years they will talk about how the people who survived the initial touch down within proximity of landing spires had their ears blown out with such force from the sound that they went deaf. . (edited)
15:29
We were far enough away that it just blew out all the windows in our building. Have you ever been to a concert and felt the weight of sound in your chest? Maybe you have walked behind the exhaust pipe of a large machine and taken a lung full of heated fumes? That was how I felt being awoken from perfect slumber by what I thought at the time was a glide slope bomb leveling our neighbors. A shockwave of impossible sound plowed through our room, and in its wake was the ruined remnants of a once beautiful building. Dust caked the room like icing on a poisoned cake, and early light made its haze visible by peeking tendrils through thin curtains. The first time I tried to speak all I managed to do was cough out a plume of debris instead. It was stuffy like when you wake up in a tent, and I could only assume that our power had been out for some time. Before a single thought pierced my mind about checking on myself your stirring form reminded me of our evening. “A-Astrea?” My head was full of mush, or maybe that was just powdered concrete. “Are you okay?” Adrenaline screamed at me to stand up and take stock of the situation, but I didn’t want to disturb you if injured. Will you make fun of my priorities someday? “Did we just get hit by a fucking bomb?” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 06-Oct-23 03:54 PM
“I’ll forgive you just this once, Apollo Mallory.” The words came out soft as I rested my head back against your chest and I realized that I had missed the comfort of another human body next to mine much more than I would have liked to admit. The constant rise and fall of your chest and the steady thrum of your heartbeat against my ear lulled me to sleep so easily it couldn’t have been longer than five minutes before I was out cold. My dreams taunted me with images of my mother the entire night and the only thing that comforted me was feeling you there next to me every time I stirred. It didn’t completely numb the overwhelming sadness I was feeling even in my sleep but it did a little bit to ease the pain. There was a split second where I thought that the loud explosion had been a part of my dreams when it shook us awake. All at once there was a loud crash and the sound of exploding windows. It was unlike anything I had ever heard before, the cacophony of shatter glass throughout the building. I sucked in a sharp breath as if I was preparing for my life to end in the seconds that it took for everything to happen. Those seconds dragged on for what felt like hours and when it finally registered that this in fact wasn’t a dream I let out a scream of absolute terror. What the fuck was that? There was a burning pain in my back near my shoulder when I tried to sit up and I decided it was best to just lay there for a little while longer. After all, the worst thing that could happen was the entire building collapsing on our heads right? .
15:54
I hadn’t even realized that I had squeezed my eyes shut until I opened them to find the room so clouded with dust that it was hard to see clearly. This was unlike anything I had ever seen before even in my dreams. Sucking in lungfuls of dust I forced myself to answer you so you would at least know that I was still alive. “I-I’m okay.” I could feel blood dripping down my back presumably from a piece of flying glass but other than that nothing felt like it was hurt. “Are you okay?” I forced myself to sit up so that I could look at you, as if I needed to see you to know that you were really still here and that I wasn’t alone in this waking nightmare. “I have no idea what that was, we need to get the fuck out of here I don’t want to stay here we need to go-” It was beyond obvious that waking up surrounded by disaster had thrown me into a panic and the only thing keeping me from hyperventilating was the amount of dust and debris in the air. There was no way for us to know yet that there wasn’t anywhere we could go to escape this. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 06-Oct-23 04:56 PM
I had been sleeping so deeply that nothing felt real. That was until your ear splitting scream of course. Why? Was it rude of me to be grouchy at someone for their reaction to a bone rattling explosion? Probably, but this one had just gone off inches from my ear. Whatever wispy veil of drowsiness had been draped over my head was ripped clear with vicious force at your morning noises of fear. “I think so?” There was an undercurrent of disdain to my voice at our situation. Can’t I just have a few days with my new girl-toy before the Russians drop bombs on my house? Reality had evidently decided no as the next sound was more distant rumbling. Now your statements about getting the fuck out of here lit a fire in my gut, “Good thinking.” You hadn’t gotten off of me yet, and it took some shuffled prying to stand. Eventually we were both level in the dusty space, and there was enough morning light that your hair shined with its golden hue. Without another word I was scrambling around the room in an attempt to gather up our things. Baseboards, ceiling tiles, glass, and a thick coating of pulverized plaster covered everything. I guess all it takes is a single bomb to make someplace look abandoned. Wait, bomb? .
16:56
Scooting toward our window I peered through the side as if expecting a machine of war to greet us on our floor. Whatever had struck must have occurred on the other side than our window faced because the visible side of every building was equally as trashed. Glinting bits of glass rained down into the street in a forbidden snow. It would be beautiful if we weren’t currently stranded in the middle of it all. Turning back around I found you still hovering in the same spot. “Hey,” it took some effort to make my way back over without stepping on any debris, but eventually we were side by side again. Why you wincing. “Are you hurt?” Before you could answer I pulled apart my suitcase until locating a traveling medical kit. A ball of pressure had been expanding outward beneath my throat, and it took me until rejoining your fear frozen form to recognize it as anxiety. Far from home, no personal vehicle, everything is fucked, a stranger to care for, and now buildings are falling apart? By now you had pointed out your injury and I was being careful to pull glass from a seeping wound. “It’s tiny don’t worry.” Scoffing at my own recommendation to not panic I followed up the statement with outward thinking. “What is happening? Where are the emergency broadcasts, the national guard?” Of course you would have no answers as none of this was orchestrated by you. After flicking blood crusted shards into a forever forgotten corner I wiped your wound with an alcohol swab before securing it with four-way sealing gauze. “There, all better.” Are we going to die? “It should only take me a minute to gather my things. Let’s get our stuff and meet at the door?” I pointed across the room toward the planned meeting space as if this was a complex set of instructions. Simplicity builds function, and we were in desperate need of direction. “We get moving now, then panic later, okay?” Where were we going to go? I don't know, but we couldn't stay here. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 06-Oct-23 05:14 PM
“Be careful-” I reached an arm out towards you when you started to move towards the window but I couldn’t get my feet to move to follow. It felt like I had sunk into half set concrete up to my knees, everything felt like it was too heavy to move. Looking at my own hand I realized that I was shaking from how terrified I was and then let it fall back to my side. Am I hurt? Oh yeah. Make words Astrea it isn’t that hard. Apparently it was because it took until you had dug out some small medical kit from your bag and came back to stand in front of me for me to be able to spit any out. “My back, I think it’s bleeding. Probably glass.” It really didn’t need to be explained but even the simplest of things felt like mind blowing revelations to my brain right now. I nodded when you said the cut was tiny and then found myself frustrated with all of your questions. How the fuck was I supposed to have any answers? I knew you weren’t actually expecting me to know and that the anger was only misplaced fear but I still found myself gritting my teeth. “Your guess is as good as mine..” The thought that ran through my head was a terrifying one and I had to swallow around the lump in my throat that formed because of it, “What if it’s all just..gone?” The near constant rumblings from varied distances told me that this likely wasn’t an isolated thing and the prospect of everything being wiped out was terrifying. “Ow shit-” I winced when you managed to pluck the shard from my back but immediately felt relief from it not jabbing into my skin anymore. “Thank you. I should really keep something like that with me too.” I gestured towards the first aid kit. I never thought to bring one with me anywhere, then again I always thought the worst thing that would happen to me on the road was catching a cold or getting a papercut. .
17:14
“Right yeah stuff, door, panic later. Got it.” I really wished that I had traveled with a backpack now because it would have been much easier to carry things in. I wasn’t going to bother with any of the camera gear, I could easily replace that someday and truth be told the network owed me that much after this shit show. I pulled out some clean clothes and changed, funny how the clean denim jeans and plain black t-shirt stood out as being in pristine condition compared to everything else that was now coated in dust. Leaving the silk pajamas on the floor I shoved my charger into my bag and then picked it up to meet you at the door. It was almost amusing how our decided on meeting spot was a mere few feet away from where we were both standing when we settled on it. “Where are we even going to go? Do you think we’ll be able to get to any of the roads?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 06-Oct-23 05:49 PM
‘Your guess is as good as mine.’ Yeah exactly, that’s the fucking problem. When your best bet is whatever lies within the mind of a spoiled news anchor your chances can’t be that good. If our country manages to put itself together after this I wonder if we will see more precaution taken. There are many terms that come to mind when I think of America, but ‘forward thinking’ isn’t exactly one of them. Jumbled frustrations with whatever arm of government had failed us in allowing this to happen rattled around my head while getting ready. At first I had considered collecting all of my things, but something told me that it was going to be a long while of dragging that suitcase around before things went back to normal. Instead I changed into the most durable outfit I had brought which consisted of thick t-shirt and buttoning jacket over the top of coarse jeans and boots. Supposedly they had nice trails outside the town, and I had planned on hiking them since hanging out in the hotel room with a woman I legally can’t fuck wasn’t that appealing. Would you be offended to know that I wouldn’t have talked to you with that clause in mind? When we met up near the door all I had with me was my phone and the partially used medical kit. “I had never brought them to be honest until I sliced myself real bad one time while drunk at- never mind.” You would probably think less of me to know that those promiscuous parties the upper executives threw were some of my favorites. “Cut your self once while wasted and you will forever have stitches nearby.” Although in hindsight it would admittedly have been difficult to sew flesh while wasted. .
17:49
Your final line of questioning reminded me there were much more important tasks to handle than rambling about my brilliance over having bandaids. “Roads have to be fucked, right?” When I glanced out the window every single one had been grid locked with traffic. Had it been moving? Honestly, I can’t even remember. "If they are full our best bet is just to locate a guard camp or something… they have to be setting up evacuations shelters right?” Never in my life have I been more frustrated at my leaders. Where is the communication? Popping open the door greeted us with a hallway full of equal fuckery. It wasn’t as blasted since there were only windows at either end, but there was sign of other people having been through here. Various discarded clothing items and articles of travel lay strewn about. A couple at the end was hurrying off with a child in tow, and they didn’t bother to glance back at us when passing through the door to stairs. “Elevators must be out.” I had been hoping for people to ask questions at, but nobody seemed interested in talking. Before stepping out into the hallway I said, “Why am I more worried about our neighbors acting like psychos then whatever country is dropping bombs on our head?” A day from now we will wish it had been invading humans. @killahxkylie (edited)
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 06-Oct-23 06:12 PM
It was actually impressive that you were still able to ramble on about the dumbest most useless fucking things while it felt like the world was quite literally ending. It was also impressive that you still had the wherewithal to remember to bring a kit with you after cutting yourself while drunk. Maybe not everyone drinks to the point that they don’t remember almost anything the next day though. I guess it really isn’t a bad thing that you’re still composed enough to have a normal conversation though. I should really stop trying to be angry with you, none of this was your fault and I knew that. You hadn’t forced me to take this stupid job and you certainly hadn’t forced me to get on the plane to the shithole known as Florida yesterday morning. “You’re funny.” I managed half a smile before I decided to follow suit in changing shoes, all I had was sneakers so I slipped into those and then grabbed a hooded jean jacket to tie around my waist before dropping my bag where I stood. If we were going to walk I wasn’t going to be stuck lugging the stupid thing around. Besides if the world goes to shit we can just take whatever we want from a store right? .
18:12
“Probably, they looked like they were bad last night and that was before.. Whatever that was that just went off.” Who knows how many other explosions like that had happened far enough away to not wake us up. “What if there aren’t any?” The nervous thought was supposed to stay locked inside my head but I blurted it out before I could stop myself. What would we do if we couldn’t find anything set up? Had they even gotten a chance to do anything like that yet or had this entire attack come out of nowhere? It seemed less likely that nobody knew anything and more likely that somebody out there did and just hadn’t told the general public. There’s no way something this big in scale happens out of the blue. The scene that met us in the hallway was like something straight out of a movie and you would have thought that the panic started much sooner than when the explosion went off. Everything looked so bleak even with the sun leaking in through the windows and open doors. I took your hand to head towards the sign for the stairs and couldn’t help but feel the same way. People turned into their worst selves when they felt cornered or helpless and I had a strong feeling that a lot of people were going to be feeling those exact emotions right now. “Because people are fucking crazy when bad shit happens… We’ll be fine though, we just need to stick together.” I’m pretty sure my reassurances were more for myself than anything and I found myself squeezing your hand from the nerves. .
18:12
Stepping outside was like walking directly into the end of the world. Everything was coated in dust and debris, the weaker of the buildings in the area had had chunks of them fall apart and a few had even collapsed entirely. The road was shimmering with shards of glass from both buildings and cars alike and it crunched beneath our feet with every step we took. The autumn air was still sticky with humidity and it made the dust feel that much worse to breathe in. People were rushing around as if they could outrun whatever was coming and the fear was almost thicker than the air, it made it hard not to slip into an equal panic. Looking over at you was my only anchor is the sea of madness and it took a conscious effort to get my next question out. Whatever we did next seemed like it could easily decide our fate for the foreseeable future and that was a heavy weight. “Which way should we go?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 06-Oct-23 08:22 PM
Honestly I would probably go through a lot just to get the excuse to tangle our fingers together. Although you probably wanted to hear something more sure-headed and valiant then my inner monologue on calling you mine. The world is falling apart, remember? Right, how could I forget when trudging through the glass remnants of every window in this city? I didn’t say anything our entire decent of the switchback staircases. To be fair there wouldn’t be much chance for me to do so anyway since I spent the entire trip trying to not slip into deep panic. All the times I had screamed at horror movie characters for not moving quicker felt foolish now. Try to hurry when your mind is full of the fuckery that comes with contemplating complete societal collapse. When we got to the lobby it was full of disorganized parties trying to make plans. From what I could hear everybody else was struggling with where to go. It would be easy to start asking questions on what to do, but judging by the fact a duo of concerned individuals asked us what to do it was beginning to dawn on me how fucked everything was. Inside was just full of crying children and screaming patrons, and we simultaneously made way for the door. That or you were just following me around like a tiny duck. Either way it was cute and I coveted the sweat drooling between our nervous grasp. .
20:22
Outside was even worse. Car wrecks were everywhere. People were moving about with their families in toe, and an armored vehicle was driving around making loud proclamations to remain calm. Before it rounded a corner there was an echoed declaration that there will be more instructions to follow and to remain in place. “They are just patrolling with useless instructions while we clamor for security.” You had just asked me a question, and it had been rude of me to ramble about nothing in particular. Glancing down at you greeted me with a face full beautiful eyes, and I dropped your hand so I could use a finger to wipe chalky dust from your face. Instead of cleaning you it just smeared a line of ruined building across your cheek. It sort of looked like imitation warpaint, and it suited your tenacity. “Everyone is panicking and trying to leave town, and the military are just jerking themselves off in their trucks.” I didn’t know about the conflicts happening outside of town, but it didn’t matter at this point in time. Honestly so far I had just been pouring my stream of consciousness at you, but a small idea was beginning to take hold. “What if we try to find a subway and follow the maintenance paths out of town?” It wasn’t a great idea, but I was worried about keeping us both safe while this place melts down. “If we come up with anything better or see signs of refugee camps we can adjust our plans then?” This had definitely devolved from taking pictures of rockets, and I kind of hated it. “Unless you have a better idea?” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 07-Oct-23 11:56 AM
Every single new thing that happened today was like a swift kick to the gut. How was nobody doing more? The armored vehicle driving around did anything but to help people remain calm, countless panicked people tried to chase after the thing yelling for the man inside to answer their questions or give them any kind of information. The panic was palpable and nobody could blame anybody for being afraid, the world felt like it was ending and we were all being told to just wait and see what happens next. The only thing I could think was that the people in charge were just as clueless as the rest of us and that did nothing to ease my worries. "It's bullshit. This is all bullshit. They should be doing something to help get us out of here!" The only thing that kept me from going on a complete rant about it was your thumb brushing against my cheek, presumably to get some of the caked dust off. "Thanks." I desperately wanted to take your hand again because not holding it made it feel like I was going to get swept away into the panicking crowd but I kept myself from lacing our digits back together. I didn't want to come off as afraid as I was feeling. Weakness had always seemed like the biggest threat of all to me so I tried not to let anyone see it. "I don't have any other ideas, everything seems fucked right now. Let's take the subway, at the very least we'll likely be around a little less people." I didn't trust anyone that was around, it was only a matter of time before some panicked asshole started shooting or plowing through the crowd in their car and I didn't want to be around to be on the receiving end of a bullet or bumper. "Do you know how to get there? I remember passing signs on the way back here but I was so out of it I can't remember what they said." @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 07-Oct-23 01:55 PM
I echoed the sentiment of not wanting to interact with people if it can be avoided. This entire situation had barely been unfolding for twenty-four hours and this city was already melting at the seams. In the brief time it took for you to answer my questions I had witnessed two parties come to blows over luggage. It wasn't exactly clear who the object being fought over belonged too, but the winner was currently picking up bits of his teeth off the ground. A grisly scene that hardly registered on anyone's radar amidst all of the panic. Siren's, screams, and the occasional gut rumbling detonation pinballed between surrounding buildings. It felt like everything was spinning around my head at the same time, and the absolute blast of sound was nauseating. "No, but we can find it." Wrapping your wrist up in a firm cuff of my hand I turned to drag you further into this mess. Most people were so focussed on themselves that it was hard to navigate sidewalks without bumping into anyone. There was a general sense of respect to most things still as whenever someone would rudely barge through others it was met with, 'slow down asshole!,' and 'who the fuck do you think you are?' You and I chose to remain silent and I appreciated that my partner in this nightmare was capable of keeping to herself. Not that I wanted you to lock up and stop speaking, but more that it was nice to know we wouldn't be drawing unwanted attention. At one point a leather clad and helmeted individual passed us on a motorcycle, and due to their choice to use the sidewalk as a road almost resulted in one of us being run over. We only got lucky that a small pocket in the road was open for us to duck into. It was just a matter of time until one of these idiots felt brave and decides to pull a gun. A looming sign declared we are nearing a staircase into the subway, but before we passed underneath it a nearby wandering man brought up a good question. .
13:55
"Where is all the fire from all of these explosions?" It was a good rhetorical that no one seemed to have answers for. Like a cosmic drumbeat our bones would rattle from what felt like distant impacts. Are we even sure they are bombs? Before I took the first step into the city's underbelly I glanced at you for reassurance. Shiny eyes darted their answer back at me, and without another word we were descending concrete steps. The flow of people was still rushed down here, however most turned away at the giant LED signs declaring 'ALL SERVICES HALTED.' Turnstiles all appeared locked, but there was no one to guard them. A large family was arguing in an unfamiliar language. Their voices carried over to where we stood, and I could only assume by their hurried mannerisms that the topic of conversation was similar to the one we were about to share. "How the fuck do we get out of here?" At first my words echoed back at me from their own harshness, so I made quick work of softening my tone into something more decent. A disheveled looking man who appeared to be taking this incredibly well hopped over the twisting security devices without a care in the world. In his hand was clutched a plastic bag whose labeling betrayed it from a nearby convenience store. Gas stations are still open? Somehow I doubted it. Maybe he knows something we don't? "You thinking what I am thinking?" I asked while mischievously eyeing the security bars. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 07-Oct-23 07:11 PM
Normally having someone take hold of my wrist to drag me around would annoy me to no end but with you right now it felt like the best thing in the world. It meant you wanted to keep me with you and safe and given the state of the world right now that meant everything. Multiple people bumped into us as we tried to go and while inside I was screaming to watch where the fuck they were going and to slow down because the world's going to end whether they were acting like assholes or not, I managed to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want to end up one of the people picking up tiny pieces of mouth bone from the sidewalk. What was the point of collecting them anyway? It's not like they could be put back together. Somewhere deep inside me a laugh bubbled up and fizzled out over the idea of a dentist being open during all of this. "Jesus what is wrong with people?!" Scoffing towards the asshole on the motorcycle as he rode away I realized he was probably the one with the advantage right now, he could fit where other vehicles couldn't. .
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When we ducked into the subway entrance the man from befores question was still running in circles in my head. Where is the fire from all of these things? I'd never heard of so many explosions going off without there being smokey wreckage left behind. I didn't have the answers but it only added to the sinking feeling something more was going on here than your basic terrorism. The LED lights reading that all services had stopped didn't seem to phase me as much as it did you and when you lost your cool for a second I wriggled my wrist free to lace our fingers together instead and squeezed. Before I could even say what I was thinking we watched a man climb right over the turnstiles. He has the right idea. If the world is ending then it wouldn't be long before none of the typical rules applied. It seemed as if they already didn't. "That we missed out on gas station coffee and breakfast?" I couldn't help but tease before I tugged us along to climb over the metal pegs. "Hopefully a bunch of other people don't have the same idea." Should we have tried to get food and drinks somewhere before we came here? It was too late for the thought to run through my head but seeing the man with the bag had me worried. What if we somehow starved to death? @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 07-Oct-23 07:36 PM
A squirming arm wrenching free from firm grasp startled me. She hates me. The overreaction was proved a silly thought when you immediately re-tangled our fingers together. Oh, she just got tired of being drug around. I stared at our pairing of flesh through pinched eyes until you distracted me with an answer. Glancing back toward the homeless man Can you even call him that anymore? I wondered if there was a deeper meaning to your comment. Those leftovers that we put in the hotel fridge seemed mighty important right about now. Although, how much help would one or two meals be? How long are we truly delaying the inevitable at that point? I nodded at your assessment, “Only one way to find out.” Awkwardly I stepped over the locked gates before offering you a hand of assistance. This seemed a practiced maneuver for you, and I am pretty sure you only took my help to humor me. Once we had cleared the obstacle I made sure our hands relinked before trudging further in. Most of the trash littered halls were still operating with normal lighting, but a few hallways were backlit by emergency colors. “Do you think the city is losing power, or are the explosions causing problems?” Honestly your answer wasn’t required, and you would soon learn that I have a bad habit of thinking out loud. Occasionally we would pass groups of people, but they didn’t seem to be heading for the tracks. No one was under the impression trains were still running, and most huddled together in close knit groups. We weren’t the first person to seek shelter down here, but we did seem to be the only ones with the plan to follow the tracks. . (edited)
19:36
Before long we arrived at a platform. The area was mostly empty save for a few men trying to start a barrel fire. Hadn’t anyone told them that burning stuff inside is a bad idea? I had a feeling they weren’t interested in my input, and their presence only served as a reminder we should hurry. Confidence waned the moment we reached an edge. Dirty tracks ran along the bottom of our chosen trench. Along the other side was an un-railed walkway that assumedly existed for maintenance engineers. “It has to go somewhere right?” The question served as coopted reassurance, but also to double check that you were still okay with this plan. “I mean what’s the worst that can happen? We die?” The dry humor only felt badly timed after I realized you had likely heard your mother perish last night. Too late to take it back now. I couldn’t bring myself to look at your face. If you didn’t find me funny there would be ample time to abandon me later. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 08-Oct-23 06:44 AM
“Probably both.” You seemed to have the habit of saying a lot of the things that ran through your head outloud but honestly it was better than walking along in complete silence. At least answering what was likely meant to be left unanswered gave my mind something to focus on other than the fact that it felt like we were living through doomsday. Following along and seeing the small groups of people scattered about I couldn’t help but wonder if some of them had sought out shelter here before. A few of them looked worse for wear already in a way that takes much more than just one day to achieve. There was no time to sit and pity them though, if they wanted to stay behind and rot in the tunnels then that was their business. Reaching the platform I watched you seeming to deflate completely. It was obvious that this was something you hadn’t ever done before as we stood at the edge of the platform. It was an easy enough task to jump down and get to the other side but you seemed nervous, it was made even more obvious by your attempt at a joke. “C’mon, wherever it goes will be better than here.” There was absolutely zero reason for me to be confident in that statement but forcing myself to believe it made me feel a little bit better as I let go of your hand to jump down into the pit containing the tracks. “If we die at least we’ll have awesome company.” I was looking up at you with a small smile on my face, the joke was only meant as half sarcastic considering I wouldn’t rather be with anyone else right now. Anyone that was guaranteed to be alive anyways. .
06:44
Once you finally jumped down into the hole with me all we had to do was cross to the other side to reach the unrailed walkway. “Do you think it’s like this everywhere?” My dirtied hand slipped back into yours as we walked. I couldn’t imagine it being like this all over the country let alone all over the world. Where were we going to evacuate to if everything was the same? Neither of us had any way of knowing what was going on anywhere else but it still felt better to talk about it than to ignore it. “I mean, we’ve definitely heard whatever those explosions are from pretty far away too, right? What if it’s like this everywhere?” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 08-Oct-23 08:15 AM
Aren’t I supposed to fill the archetype of bravely leading us around? Seems to me the only thing I am actually good at is walking right up to the edge. This entire endeavor has me flighty because when you dropped my hand to slide onto the tracks I thought you were leaving me again. It wasn’t until you turned to offer me a warm smile that the my recently formed steely exterior melted. “Something like that I suppose.” I’m good company? Most of the time I can tell that the people I am speaking with just want me to shut the fuck up. If that was how you felt this was a poor job of getting me to stop. Even with the power fluctuating and all the signs announcing closures it was nerve wracking to be on the tracks. What if there is a logistical service running, or the military is using the trains for something? Three quarters of our way to the other side another deep rumble reached where we stood. Swinging fluorescent lights and tumbling dust added to the claustrophobic tunnel lifestyle, and a brief fantasy of this entire structure coming down onto of us filled me with a deep sense of dread. Thankfully there was a recessed double stair lip that made our climbing to walkway easier, and before long we were hand in hand on the far side again. The grime between our hands made me less interested in the sweat locked in them, and served a tiny reminder this wasn’t a working affair anymore. .
08:15
Your question wasn’t a comforting one, but it did help to cool the ball of stress behind my chest to focus on something other than dying in a subway. “Japan is a long way from here.” Obviously you knew this, however my point was rooted in the fact we knew your mother was struggling too. Therefore the war, battle, or whatever must global. “Unless there is some weird united strike happening on allied territories…” I had intended on adding a bit about how none of it feels right, but that’s what this whole thing was about, isn’t it? For a while I didn’t add anything, and it was just the soft sound of our footfall in empty tunnel. How long had we been walking ten, twenty minutes? Was this tunnel curving or straight? The rumbling wasn’t slowing down, in-fact it felt closer and more frequent. “Do you think its a coup or something?” A crumbled bit of concrete caught the edge of my shoe and clattered ahead of us in a semi-startling skitter. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 08-Oct-23 08:31 AM
A soft hum echoed off the walls when you said that Japan was a long way from here. I knew it was in reference to this happening not only here but across the globe as well but that didn’t keep it from making my chest ache. Every step felt like dragging my feet through thick mud from the weight of knowing my home was likely in pieces as well. “It seems more likely that it’s just happening all over the place.” That in itself was a terrifying thought because it once again left the question of who could be doing all of this? What country had the power and the means to launch such a massive scale attack? .
08:31
“I don’t think it’s a coup or anything like that..” I watched the piece of concrete skitter along the floor and kicked the same one when we reached it again. “This feels like something bigger. I don’t know how to explain it, it just feels.. Worse.” Nothing about this seemed like any of the attacks of wars of the past, it was too all over the place, it wasn’t as organized. Somehow that made it even more terrifying. At least when it came to the wars we had all seen unfold before things seemed a little more.. Predictable. This though? This all seemed like it came out of nowhere and judging by the lack of response from troops it seemed likely that it caught our government just as off guard. “I mean.. I guess it could be but why would it happen all over the place like this?” Another loud rumble seemed to shake the tunnel and stopped me dead in my tracks as the earth itself vibrated below our feet. Either something was happening closer to us now or we had wandered ourselves in the wrong direction and into worse territory. Maybe we could just stay down here forever instead of eventually climbing out and seeing just how bad things were wherever we ended up. “Do you think it’s really safe down here?” I couldn’t help the worries in my head about the ceiling caving in on our heads with every rumbling shake. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 08-Oct-23 08:46 AM
I couldn’t argue with that sentiment. This did feel worse. The only civilized response we had seen to the entire societal meltdown had been an armored car driving circles saying nothing we didn’t already know. How many have died resulting just from confusion? I’m pretty sure my lips had been cooking up a response to your question about happening all over the place, but the earthquake caught me off guard. That one felt different. You halted abruptly and that told me you had come to a similar conclusion. Was that one closer? My eyes kept darting between you and the darkness ahead as if the answer would magically illuminate itself within the dancing light. ‘Do you think it’s really safe down here?’ .
08:46
If only you had kept your mouth shut for another second. Now I had something to hold over your head forever, assuming we survived of course. The very moment your mouth shut an eardrum rumbling blast shook my head and heart. Later I’ll probably tell you how the rumbling sensation was so powerful I felt it in my balls, but for now my focus was purely trained on the giant hole in our tunnel’s ceiling. At least I think that’s what caused the sound, but it would be impossible to tell since the intrusion to our walk through me backwards. We both landed on our back in a heap of coughing and curses. If the hotel had been dusty this morning whatever the fuck just happened now made that look like a brief flurry. It was impossible to see what had occurred, and since lifting my head was painful all I could glance down at was a looming shape in the smoke. “A-Are you okay?” Maybe I should be asking myself that question since my own voice sounded more full of gravel than my dying grandfather. And he had lung cancer. How many times had I asked you this question today anyway? Before you had time to answer I lazily searched for your form beside me. My hand fell across your belly which immediately began patting around to check for wounds. Every so often I would glance at my own fingers to make sure they weren’t soaking up any blood. Well, if she is dead it’s all internal. A yet unidentified structure had fallen through the tracks. And I had a feeling we weren’t going to like what we found. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 08-Oct-23 09:02 AM
Getting blown backwards onto the dirty cement was successful in knocking the air out of my lungs. There was a blast of air, dust, and bits of cement unlike anything I had ever felt before that rushed over us for seconds that seemed to drag on for hours once we both hit the ground and I could feel little nicks of red being left in pale flesh from it. At least it wasn’t as bad as the glass from the hotel this morning but still, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. I was still blinking up at the ceiling trying to catch my breath when I heard you asking me if I was okay. Everything sounded muffled and I attributed it to the loud blast from just moments ago. Coughing up dust I managed to catch your hand where it was patting around my stomach. “I’m okay I think.” We had already gone through this routine once today and now I found myself afraid for when one of us didn’t answer. Hopefully that never happens. After spending a few minutes on my back recovering from whatever had caused us to fly back the way it did I managed to get myself sitting up with a groaning effort before looking over at you. “Are you alright? What the fuck was that?” A few more dusty coughs left my mouth before I ruffled dust and dirt from my hair. Whatever it was managed to come straight through the ceiling somehow without disrupting the entire tunnel and that alone didn’t settle right in my bones. “Apollo.. What the hell is that?” A shaky finger was pointing towards whatever had come through and burst into what was supposed to be our safe way to anywhere but here. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 08-Oct-23 09:50 AM
You can talk? That’s a good sign. At least we will share some conversation before perishing to whatever the fuck this thing was. Bits of rubble clattering off your rising body informed me that I was losing the race of getting it together. Sitting up wasn’t as excruciating as when I had first tried, but everything still swam with a worrying spin. I didn’t bother answering you until upright long enough to ensure I wasn’t going to immediately fall backwards. “I think so, just… dazed.” Did concrete just come out of my mouth? I felt silly for yelling at movie characters to run. We were both staring dumbfounded at something otherworldly while glued to our spot with confusion. Are we concussed? I guess our resting fugue state was over as you were taking the time to directly point it out. Hoping the clearing dust would reveal something earthly had been a bad bet. Your shaky hand wasn’t as cute now that the other end was trained on what can only be described as ‘alien.’ Our entire tunnel had been interrupted by a steaming rod of gleaming metal. It wasn’t just the roof that got ruined as both sides of the hallway and the bottom were totally crushed. Its glimmering surface pooled with phantom ripples of mesmerizing color. It was hard to tell if the surface was reacting to its surroundings or if the pattern was a natural occurrence. A pulse of green and red color would worm the edges of it in tune with some unknown heartbeat. .
09:50
None of it made any sense, and there didn’t appear to be a way inside or out. My mouth parted a few times to try and answer, but every time I tried to think of a similar descriptor I came up with nothing. However, there was one thing I was suddenly rather certain of. “I have a feeling that is the culprit of our mysterious explosions.” Rising to my feet was easier now that adrenaline was tuning my body to overdrive. This time I was less polite about helping you up and as I gripped into your upper arm and hauled you upright. Funnily enough there was still an urge to apologize, but you’d have to forgive me as I was still gawking at the spaceship smoking in our subway. “We run now, right?” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 08-Oct-23 11:53 AM
Dazed was an understatement; it felt like the world was upside down with what we were staring at right now. I’d never seen anything like it before. The way the surface was dancing was almost as if it was alive, the closest thing that it resembled was like some kind of underwater creature. If said creature was made out of metal and falling from the sky hard enough to burrow into the ground like this. The only other explanations I had were not of this world and I wasn’t ready to cope with the fact that there could be creatures from a different planet or galaxy attacking us right now. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way the metallic surface was rolling and dancing, the small bits of light down here glinting off of it like tiny dancing stars. I barely even noticed the way you got me to my feet from how stunned I was. Am I concussed? My head did thump against the concrete pretty hard so it’s not like it was out of the question. I don’t think that that could explain away the fact that we were staring at this thing that had dug into the ground though. “I think you’re right.” I finally managed to tear my eyes away from whatever the mysterious thing was and turn to look at you. Reaching up I brushed my fingers through your hair to get rid of the loose concrete that had burrowed its way into it and then nodded. “I don’t know why but I feel like we need to get away from whatever that thing is.” Still though I turned back to face the thing. “Should we just try the other way? Or..?” The idea of being above ground where this thing landed was anxiety inducing, if we were feeling this panicked down here then up there was likely a nightmare. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 08-Oct-23 12:25 PM
‘I think you’re right.” No shit. Reactionary anger at being trapped was pouring out of my eyes. Had we just walked all the way down here for no fucking reason? Debris still hazed our view of it, but enough had settled that its light was more prevalent than the tunnels. Your fingers brushing dirt out of my hair helped to calm the storm of worry cycling around my head. Every second we stood here felt like a sin against our own survival. You were obviously stuck within my same see-sawing mindset because now I was being asked where to go next. Despite best efforts dismissively shaking my head did not erase the situation from reality. We had only been up for a few hours and already I was exhausted by this. How typically American: Can’t this machine understand I had places to be? Glancing back over my shoulder at the way we came didn’t fill me with confidence. Another rumble shook the ground beneath us, and now that we knew what was causing them I hated every vibration. “I don’t think we can go back.” It hadn’t been obvious upon our initial observations, but a small sliver of wall had crumbled in such a way it left small gaps. Exposed piping lay bare due to ruined brickwork, and you bet your ass I would much rather crawl past it than go back. Without explaining where I was headed my legs carried me over to the gap. If I had found resolve for the task before it was gone now that this pulsing space bullet was inches from my face. At this distance a skull rattling hum was audible. Whatever it was must broadcast on a low frequency because it was deeply uncomfortable to be near without that much volume. A diagonal piece of construction rebar lay across the tiny bit I wanted to squeeze through. A tiny heave jostled the top loose, and after more shifting a navigable gap was formed. .
12:25
Nothing with me cared to be this close to our discomforting visitor, but there was always time for misplaced jokes. “We were supposed to grumpily film a rocket launch together and then go home.” Of course we would have never gotten closer, but the sentiment was buried underneath that. Neither of us wanted to be be here. There is fucking subway underneath my nails, and whatever this screaming space dildo wanted I wasn’t interested. I hadn’t realized my focus had gotten lost in the tranquil patterns of its surface until your shifting form caught my attention. On my knees beside the hole I waved with my arms towards the opening. “Ladies first.” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 08-Oct-23 12:49 PM
“Okay good, I didn’t really want to find out what was going on up there right now anyway.” I tried to say it sounding lightheartedly but it still came out drenched in anxiety and worry. Every second that passed while we were standing this close to the humming metal was making my teeth hurt in my skull in a way that I couldn’t explain. Could you hear it too? Or feel it? It was more of a feeling than it was a sound, it was so low I’d never heard anything like it before, at least not that I’d noticed. I had been so lost in thought that I didn’t notice at first when you started to move towards the small gap and when I finally did I borderline panicked being so far apart. I shuffled over to where you were and stood as close to the wall as I could while I watched you wrestle with the rebar. I would have offered to help but the last thing I wanted to do was get in the way. “Yeah, it sounds like a walk in the park right about now.” A part of me was torn about knowing that we would have never done what we did last night if everything had actually gone the way it was supposed to, I didn’t want to not have the feelings that we were both harboring for each other but I also didn’t want my mom to be dead. Maybe I’m just a bad person. That's a spiral that I couldn’t afford to have right now though so I just let myself space out waiting for you to make us a big enough hole to wiggle through. After what felt like a little bit too long of looking down and kicking tiny pebbles I saw that you were zoned out on the patterned metal and softly cleared my throat. ’Ladies first.’ .
12:49
Crawling my way through the hole so close to the giant spear of metal had my heart hammering its way up my throat. For some reason even though nothing had happened aside from it crashing into the earth it still felt like a threat. Like at any moment somehow it was going to shoot spikes through my skull and stick me to the subway wall forever. That thought had me scrambling through at a much quicker pace and when I made it to the other side I turned around to speak, “All clear, your turn.” I stood there waiting for you while dusting off my pants, it seemed like a futile effort but at least it let me busy my hands and focus on something other than imagining your skull stuck to the wall this time. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 08-Oct-23 01:13 PM
It was nice to be with someone who could handle dry humor and also jump into action when its required. After my sly offering of your death crawl you approached the mini tunnel with more bravado than I had expected. What is it with camera-girls? You would probably hate to know it, but my mind was on thoughts of her watching you navigate the space. On our first real getaway as a couple her and I had a rolled a camper trying to park it on a hill. Instead of yelling at my inability to be masculine and back a car up she immediately got out and helped me remedy the situation. Are you like that Astrea? Do you want to help instead of making things more difficult? Half way through you decided to pick the pace up and before long it was my turn. Fuck. Why was I so disappointed, had I expected you to die or something? The thought brought a sly smile to my face and I huddled around the warmth of subconscious jest while dropping to all fours. My eyes were trained directly on the rubbled floor I had to crawl over, but a dangling bit of blonde hair at the end told me I was being watched. At least a pretty creature will remember me for better things than scandal and drugs. Better late than never. Roughly a quarter way of dragging myself through I realized I had been holding my breath. A wobbling exhale pushed the overused air from my lungs, but now it felt like I was hesitating. “I really don’t like this!” The sound of my own voice bounced off the strange metal with a higher pitch than expected, like it was shifting the tone of what I said before replaying it with a slight delay. What happened next proved that my mouth sounds bring bad luck. .
13:13
A blaring horn of noise shook me to the core. For the third time today my entire existence was buffeted with waves of noise so great that my brain took personal offense. At first I thought the sound had come form our galactic visitor, but the second time it happened my ears picked up the recognized pitch of something fast and dangerous: A train horn. BWAAAH Another ear splitting roar of sound proved a chasing danger, and it was barreling straight for us. If I had been wasting time before the scramble I did now was a step beyond hustle. Multiple times I scalded myself against hot-pipe work, and a ripping tear in my back felt like more than just shirt fabric. “The signs said closed! What the fuck?” Before I had cleared the other side my shouted commands were already ringing out. “Go! Run! Hurry, hurry!” Why was I yelling at you? I don’t think anyone knows, but it did help me to finally crawl out the other side. Madness forced me to look backwards through where we has just come, and to my surprise there were no lights yet. “I think we have time!” After that there wasn’t much breath for talking as I stumbled to my feet and broke into a full sprint. We were about to find out who the faster runner is, but I still made sure to lock my hand around your wrist again. If we die it’s together. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 08-Oct-23 02:18 PM
“Then hurry up so we can get away from this thing!” It was much easier to talk when you weren’t the one who was still cramped inside the scary death tunnel but in typical me fashion I was trying to act much more held together than I was feeling. “You’re almost through, you can do this!” There we go, some added encouragement should lessen the blow of sounding heartless. I really didn’t mean to, I was just scared. The fact that the thing seemed to echo our voices back in a way that sounded alien to my own ears didn’t help matters any and if I wasn’t terrified of being on my own or further than a few feet away from you I probably would have ran for it already just to put distance between it and me. The splitting noise of the train horn had my eyes ready to pop right out of my skull, I thought given the fact that the signs said they weren’t running it meant they wouldn’t be running at all. I hadn’t thought about the fact that the military could be using them or that they could just be running empty. “Hurry up!” My own screaming sounded too shrill to my ears but now I was terrified that you were actually going to be crushed to death. You had heard the sound too which meant it wasn’t just my imagination, it was all too real and if you didn’t hurry you were going to turn into a human stain. You were screaming for me to run but there was no way that I could just leave you behind not knowing if you were going to make it out of the tunnel or not. It didn’t help that I was paralyzed where I was standing. .
14:18
I was sure that my heart was going to explode right out of my chest when you finally came through the other side and claimed that we still had time. It was a good thing that you took my wrist because if you hadn’t there was a good chance my legs never would have started working and I would have just stood there waiting for the train to hit me. I almost tripped when we started running, more than once, and every time I was half expecting for you to just leave me behind. You surprised me though and made sure to yank on me to keep me upright, it wasn’t the best feeling but given the fact that we were literally running for our lives I certainly wasn’t going to fault you for it. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 08-Oct-23 02:50 PM
I’m not much of an athlete. Sure, I watch what I eat and hit the gym a few times week, but I am no Herculean practiced man of muscle. Running in abject fear while not tripping over my own ankles was a trial within itself. Doing that while simultaneously yanking you along every few meters was neigh impossible. At one point a jerking drag of your arm had been so violent that it was accompanied by a meaty pop. It was unlikely that your bone had left the socket, but it did still make me feel bad. I had never run in total fear like this before. Every stomping stride felt like I could take a hundred more after, and adrenaline convinced me capable of great feats. Another blaring of mind melting horn came from behind us, and this time it was followed by up a flashing bend of light. Shit! We passed a door on the right, and I drug us ten more entire steps before skidding to a halt. Had that been open? So much energy had been expended on carrying us this far that not enough remained for me to catch the lettering across its rusted surface. There was no time to think if this was a good idea. Neither of us were cut out for quick guesses on train impacts, and all I did know is I wanted to be nowhere near this tunnel when those two things collide. A brief mental image of what will happen when the train attempts to pry that alien spindle from its resting point simulated itself out to completion in my head, and now I really didn’t want to be here. .
14:50
Without explaining where we were headed I turned us around to take you back up the hallway. A few paces is all it took and my entire body swelled with survivors happiness when that stupid door swung open. It was heavy, which had me more confident in our survival, however whatever lay inside was completely shrouded in darkness. Shoving you hard enough a huff of air whistled through your teeth I pushed you inside before quickly stepping in behind. With a heave that would make gods jealous the door slammed shut behind us with an echoing thud. Instantly we were drenched in soul covering darkness, and our main sign anything was still happening outside came in the form of train horn. I kept pushing you through the dark space. It was rude, uncalled for, and definitely out of line with how I had been treating you so far. There was no malice in the action, but instead every shove was simply to get us further away from the door. It would have been easier to just say this, but I was so terrified that all I could think was move away from that wreck as fast as humanly possible. The bad thing about fear is it had a nasty tendency of getting you into trouble. Halfway across our pitch black space your foot caught something metal and hollow that sent you sprawling. Since I had been only one step behind it was only a single passing second before I fell over the top of you. The moment we collided the two forces outside became one. .
14:51
We had been hanging out at the end the world for what, half a day? Already this man’s body was completely void of interest in hearing loud noises. When what I can only assume was the moment of collision a crashing crunch of metal unreal to description wrenched the train apart. We didn’t know this yet, but the stranger object came apart like a spider’s egg. Later it would explain why we currently heard a matching sound of splattering meat and liquid. Since we only had sound to go off of I mistakenly assumed it was the noise of train passengers becoming meat-yogurt. In reality it was whatever seeping biomass they coat the inside of their craft with. Thankfully we were spared this revelation by however long it took us to leave the server closet. I’m pretty sure the world came apart for a solid minute. You were currently pressed chest down against the floor beneath my entire body, but none of this was registering to me alongside the colossal collision. When sound petered out to the much too familiar beats and bangs of tumbling debris I finally realized you were trapped beneath me. I was shaken to there point of hardly producing thought, but I did manage to scoot off your side. How many times had I asked you this today? “Are you okay, camera girl?” Personally this one hadn’t been as violent to our physicality as the other two explosions, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t hurt when we fell. Had I been shoving you? @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 08-Oct-23 06:07 PM
“Wait where are we going-?” I was so confused when you suddenly stopped and turned us back around to open the door that we had run past, I hadn’t even seen it. I had been too busy staring straight ahead of us and hoping that a train didn’t ram into us from behind. I wasn’t expecting you to shove me inside so hard that it knocked the air out of my lungs, or for you to keep on shoving me once we were in complete darkness. That familiar feeling of being disoriented from not having any light just like the night before made itself known and I thought that I was going to fall over just from the dizziness. “Apollo stop I’m-” I was going to say I was going to fall but before I could even finish my sentence my foot caught on something and sent me face first onto the ground with a crack. I bit my lip so hard I could taste the irony liquid leaking from it and the impact of you landing on top of me knocked the air from my lungs. None of that compared to the terrifying fear of hearing the train collide with the giant metal thing though and I found that I was almost glad you were on top of me to shield me from whatever might happen. Subconsciously I was bracing for impact but aside from the gross squelching sound of some kind of liquid mixed with strange skittering nothing happened. What was that? I didn’t bother speaking the question out loud because I was almost positive that you were likely already wondering the same thing. We seemed to be on the same wavelength a lot, maybe that’s why you scooted off of me before I could yell at you that I couldn’t breathe. .
18:07
When I tried to push myself up onto my hands I winced and felt a sharp pain with every inhale, aside from that and my lip, and the fact that I’m pretty sure my hearing is worse than when we got to Florida I was okay. “I think so. You?” I wanted to add a jab about how you better be since you used my body as a landing cushion but decided against it. We had been running for our lives after all and I’m sure you weren’t thinking straight, although given what you wanted to do to me in the hotel room I wouldn’t be surprised if a small part of you liked it. Reaching up I wiped a fat drip of blood from my lip and then grimaced. “I bit myself when I fell.” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 08-Oct-23 06:39 PM
Again I had been holding my breath, and I didn’t bother sucking in more until you spoke again. Not dead, whew. Today has gifted me with the new fear of wondering if one of the events will leave you maimed or dead. Eventually will I ask if you are okay and receive thoughtless groaning in response? Horror from the very fantasy forced me to scoot a bit closer. We were still plunged within complete darkness, so I had no interest in being further away. “My ears won’t stop ringing.” Considering what we had just endured that probably falls under ‘just fine.’ I wasn’t lying though as the right side of my head was pure white noise. By the end of today that’s all I’ll be, a big meat sack of reverberating noise. Now I was edging into properly grumpy. Not only had today robbed me of my home and security within my country, but now I can’t even watch your lip leak blood. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall on you.” I’d be lying if I admitted to not enjoying it though. Even in life or death situations this horny man’s brain had taken the time to memorize the way your back felt pressed against me. “Dying atop your body would have been a sweet gift, Astrea.” Hopefully that dumbfounded you enough to buy me some time. Form where your voice originated I gathered you had taken the time to sit up. After dragging myself up to a seated position I fumbled my pocket for a smartphone. .
18:39
Thumbing the lock button revealed a completely shattered screen. Because why wouldn’t it be. Luckily enough it still functioned to turn the flashlight on. By chance it didn’t fill your eyes with light, and after a brief glance around it appeared we were in a non functional server room. That or it had been working until a power outage took it out. It would explain the smell of ozone when we first entered, and why the middle of it was mostly empty space. Save for the box of harddrives you had tripped over. Our only exit seemed eerily lit by only false blue light, and after the initial collision no further sounds followed. Finally I set the phone screen side down so we had some light to work with. Since it was off to our right it didn’t blind us, but it did cast a creepy shadow over your features. Embarrassingly the haunted house lighting combined with your blood soaked lip rocketed my heart rate to ‘fuck me one-twenty’ faster than I could skip and clap. For a while I just stared at your face, and the way it curved into a skinny neck. Poor thing, all covered in dust. Without looking I knew this man looked the same, but with you it seemed so out of place on a creature so pure. Swallowing didn’t save me from the perverse swarm of evil swimming my mind. Scooting closer I used pointer finger knuckle to wipe the slivers of blood away. Sticky copper life coated my finger’s top in a tantalizing dance of shimmering light. Time to find out if you like crazy. .
18:39
Painting the liquid backwards over my lips slowed my heart rate into a heated pace. Everything slipped into funny-pink, and without directly tasting it already my face buzzed with nervous energy. This probably wouldn’t work unless I dipped my head to look up at you through long eyelashes. “It’s only fair that I get some on my lips too, right?” No way to tell how your poor mind would react to being trapped in here with me. Never in my entire life had it occurred to just go for it like this. How much does consent matter in a collapsed society? What if this is handled swiftly and she puts you in prison. Something told me you wouldn’t. Even if you did, whose here to stop me? @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 08-Oct-23 06:54 PM
"It's alright it's not like either of us meant to fall." I wondered if you would catch the small dig in there that I wouldn't have fallen if it weren't for somebody shoving me along like an idiot in the pitch black. I didn't have much time to think about it though because the next thing I knew you were telling me it would be a gift to die on top of me and even with all of the caked up dust I'm sure my blush was visible. As if on queue you managed to get your phone's flashlight lit up and I looked away to avoid the blinding shine of it, and to avoid you seeing my rosy cheeks. I did have to admit that it was nice to not be sitting in the dark anymore, at least now if something came to kill us we would see it coming. It was eerily quiet after the crash and strange squelching stopped and I wondered if you could hear my heart racing. It still hadn't calmed down from sprinting through the tunnel and now it was holding steady at its quickened pace from your comment about dying on top of me. Being in enclosed spaces in the dark is dangerous when it comes to Apollo Mallory, that's something that I'm learning quickly in our time together. When your knuckle swiped against my bloody lip I sucked in a surprised breath "Hey be careful that-" I was going to say that hurts. Because it did. But then before I could get the words out you were smearing the blood over your own lips like an Astrea colored lipstick and every thought in my head died. .
18:54
That shouldn't be so fucking hot. Never before had someone done anything like that before and I didn't think that it would have such a profound effect on me. But here I was with my thighs pressed together in a subway tunnel service room covered in dust during what felt like the end of the world. Completely normal right? I don't know what came over me other than a thick cloud of lust but I climbed my way right into your lap to straddle your thighs and let my eyes linger on yours. The shadows we were making were dancing on the wall and I rubbed my thumb across your bloody bottom lip. "If you wanted to taste you could have just kissed me Apollo." And then I was doing just that, dipping down into a kiss that stung against the fresh split flesh but felt so good at the same time. Maybe this is exactly what I needed to remind me that we were both still alive. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 08-Oct-23 07:30 PM
The way your eyes danced between allure and disgust constructed a foundation of worship within me so powerful that it leveled entire pantheons. You hadn’t even made a move yet and just having your psyche against the wall was filling my body with liquid sex. Just as you went to speak I felt my assurance falter. It was a wavering of faith in my ability to win the charisma duel. Not everyone could pull this off, but an egocentric news agent whose afraid any minute could be his last might be able too. “Wha-“ What the fuck had you just said to me? Are you giving into it? Then everything went crazy when you crawled into my lap. There was no hiding my attraction for you now. It was pressed right against your ass, and every shifting inch of your weight sent shockwaves straight through it. Honestly I was drunk on you to the point that a repeated pressing of you into my cock may be enough to push me over. Would you be into that, slowly teasing each other over edge? When our lips collided for a brief moment we weren’t in a shitty rubble infested subway. We were floating in a pretty pool of glittery ecstasy. Each lapping pass of lips over each other smeared more leaking copper into our mouths. Had we even seen each other naked? It was hard to remember when my entire head was being drained of constructive thought. .
19:30
Funny how the sexual bravado dissipates in a puff when the prey plays back. Right now mine was slurping her mouth tentacle around the top of my head, or at least it felt like she was. On and on our gross dirty faces slurped at each other until they finally separated with a squelch. Yesterday I would have never thought to compare the sounds of our mouths painting blood into each others necks to that of a train wreck. Thanks Florida. Before we had stopped kissing your airy breathing had skipped into a few moans, and I would do anything to make it happen again. Shoving you was easier now that the maneuver was practiced. A quick push had you laying backwards in front of me. Luck saved your head from bouncing off the floor, but it didn’t save you much time before I was forcefully rolling you over. Primal reaction kicked your legs to fight the endeavor, but some practice on my part made it easy to pin them down with one arm. “Don’t fight it.” Either I was figuring your moves out or you made less an attempt to struggle after that as it was much easier to complete the action. Once you were belly side down I immediately repositioned myself atop you. Now we were back in the same pose we had fallen into. “There we go, that’s more like it don’t you think.” A rumbling deep in the earth likely marked the death of more people, but all it did to you was squeeze a near silent whimper out. I was pancaked to the floor with my limbs spread starfish wide, and it would take a genuine effort on your part to break free. “Do you feel me pressed against the rear of you?” Incase help was needed I made a dramatized roll of my hips into your ass. What I wanted to do was sink a swift punch into your ribcage, but we weren’t quite there yet. Something told me you needed more convincing. “Have you ever been fucked prone into the floor before, camera girl?” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 08-Oct-23 07:44 PM
Feeling you rock hard underneath my rolling hips was enough to have me making a mess of fresh clothes, or, well, what would have been fresh clothes if it weren't for the dust coating them. The taste of my blood being swapped between our lips and tongues only made the arousal that much stronger and I swear I could feel it fuzzing over my head the longer we were at it. A half whimper half moan of your name slipped off of my lips and the next thing I knew you were shoving me backwards. It was hard enough to make me fall back but not hard enough to do any actual damage, you did basically come right out and say that you like it rough so I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was. "Wait what-" Eventually I'll be able to get an entire sentence out around you but right now wasn't that time. You trying to flip me onto my stomach momentarily made me panic and I tried to kick at you to make you stop. For some reason the instant you told me not to fight it I stopped trying to do just that, if you wanted to have your way with me against my will you probably would have already right? Or did the end of the world change things for you? "What are you doing?" My voice came out pitchy and annoying even to my own ears but then I felt you pressed against my ass and couldn't resist the urge to push back against you. Now it was obvious what you were up to. "I can't say that I have, I've been eaten from the back though does that count?" Even being locked underneath you like this I couldn't let you have all the power so I pressed my hips back into your again. "You're gonna drive me crazy if you keep getting me worked up like this without touching me at all Apollo." @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 08-Oct-23 08:12 PM
Do girls know uttering that exact line unlocks lust within a perverse mind faster than stripping naked and dancing? What am I doing? The specific way you had phrased it tickled every inch of my skin with tendrils of power. You know what I am doing, and its this very fact that makes what is about to happen so much fun. You were playing along so well I had to wonder if you had a script. Right up until the exact moment you talked about being eaten out by someone else. Jealousy is a strong bone in this inept fuck-creatures body, but that’s a lesson for another day. It wouldn’t be fair to hurt you for that slip up anyway since imaging the act was pulsing my core with mini explosions of orgasm. “Maybe you deserve to go crazy, since you walk around teasing me all day with this ass.” Grunting over the top of my final word was accented by a powerful rut into your rear. .
20:12
It was fun to grind your tiny form into the broken floor, but my body screamed at me to escalate. A night in the hotel room came careening back to center stage and a broken promise filled my mouth with a perfect grouping of words. “Did you forget about our little deal?” You had nowhere to go, and that meant my fingers were free to trace your sides as they pleased. At first it was the soft flesh beneath your ribs, but before long they loosely trailed over bone. “Your body does a beautiful job of hiding your pearly structure, cameragirl.” A fist wrapped the back of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and dragging your mane upward revealed clammy neck flesh. “Oh look, this bit isn’t dirty yet.” A tiny jump betrayed that my tongue into your skin hadn't been expected. Reactionary jerking meant your head had tried to turn, but a firm grip of hair meant you could go no where. Your sweat was better than any salted cocktail. “Ill rip your pretty locks out if you fight me again.” Listening to your quiet moans encouraged me to play with your neck, ribs, and ass. “I could grind against you forever.” It was true and probably evident by the fact I was still doing it. Maybe you were a horny enough bitch that all it takes is some cunt-tickling before you will let me pattern your flesh with pretty bruises. “Let me hurt you, and my cock will belong to you. Ill let you take it anywhere and anyway you want.” After a deep dig into your back I pressed a hateful palm into your supple side flesh. “Please? Just one little bone? I can’t promise it won’t hurt, But Ill make sure you feel good afterwards.” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 08-Oct-23 08:26 PM
Had I really been teasing you just by walking around existing in my body? I hadn't even been trying to entice you or do anything to get your attention, in fact for the entire first day until the power went out I was doing my best to avoid you. Everybody had warned me about you and now I was wondering if this was exactly why. Did they know the kinds of things that got your crank turning the most? Had the last girl told them? God why did thinking about her fill me with the sour taste of jealousy? "I didn't forget." A soft whimper fell from my lips when your fingers started to trace over the skin of my side. It was so sensitive that the simple action gave me goosebumps. "Apollo~" Your name danced its way off my tongue when you startled me with your own. The last place I had expected it to land was my neck and the jerk of the surprised jump I attempted tugged at my hair in a way that had me sucking in a sharp breath. .
20:27
"I'm not fighting you, you just surprised me." In fact I was so desperate for release that I was pushing back on you to meet every grind of your hips into my ass. It wasn't until you mentioned 'just one little bone' that they slowed. Did you want to break one of my fucking ribs? Hadn't we agreed to a small slap or something like that last night? How the fuck did we jump to breaking bones? Maybe I was misunderstanding but your palm pressed into my side suggested otherwise. "I thought- I thought you just wanted to hit me. What happened to that?" I didn't want to come off as weak but my ribs were already so sore from falling face first on the floor when you pushed me. "I want you so fucking bad Apollo please- please I'll let you slap me or something just please touch me.." I couldn't believe that you had me practically begging you to touch my pussy but after last night and right now combined I was so worked up I couldn't probably paint a few circles into my throbbing clit and get off. Not that I had that option because I doubted we were going to have much time apart moving forward considering the world was imploding. Would you be the kind of guy that gets off on watching me do it myself? "I'll do it myself if I have to I can't fucking take it." @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 08-Oct-23 09:19 PM
‘I thought you wanted to hit me.’ What the fuck did you think I was talking about right now? Do you think swift fists to the ribcage don’t result in shattered bones. No woman will ever let you touch her that way again. Fuck me, I think I’m right. An interesting precipice of madness we were perched upon right now. One push could send me tumbling over either edge. Which pit will I land in? The one where we have a cooperative experience, or the one where I have whatever is wanted? The perfect way you sang my name out bought you a few more seconds of simple play. When you hushed through the part about letting me slap you I leapt upon it like a cat on prey. Practically hissing now I said, “Oh is that true a slap?” It was pathetic to feel you rolling beneath me with pent up pleasure. “Yourself?” Now that was an image I would like to see, and it planted a fat seed of budding desire. Without telling you what was happening next I spun you back around so you were facing upward. “Hello, little thing.” Straddling your lap did a decent enough job of locking you in place. Besides, it took less effort to hold you down now that there was no fight left. “I get to slap you in your proud pouty face, snd then you will finger fuck yourself like a lost whore?” My own tone had taken on a mocking line of sadness. Pushing my bottom lip out completed the look of fake pity, but judging by how hot your face lit up I can tell it did something good for you. .
21:19
Let’s be honest, you had already consented yesterday right? A whip crack of flesh across your face sprung from semi-lit darkness faster than lightning behind mountaintops. My aim wasn’t perfect, and part of my hand caught the corner of your lip. Wet spit crossed my palm alongside pain, and both our eyes went wide at the same time. Reality slowed to such a crawl that it probably held some sort of magical quality. Strands of your hair spread out in backlit lines of majestic beauty, and now it was all tied together with a red splotch on your cheek. My hand had done that, mine. Before either of us had time to process what had just happened I crashed our lips back together with righteous fury. This time our act continued as one would typically expect as my hands began to strip you of clothing. In between pressed lips would come little whimpers from each of our necks. Sometimes I’d slip words in, “Good girl,” and “Thank you Astrea,” were the most common. It wouldn’t take long for you to be naked, but already I knew that one smack wasn’t going to be enough. I wanted all of you covered in red. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 08-Oct-23 09:34 PM
Maybe I had spoken too soon, gotten too far ahead of myself, because the way that you repeated my words back to me had me wishing I had just kept my mouth shut. Had I really just threatened to finger myself in front of you? The worst part is that I really would do it. I was already soaking through my panties and it wouldn't be long before it started to leak through my jeans. The words 'little' and 'thing' typically wouldn't have any effect on me but when you strung the two together it pulled a whine straight from my throat in the form of "Hi~" My face lit up like a fourth of July finale when you taunted me with my own words and all I i could do was nod. Truthfully I wanted you to be the one to stuff my cunt full of fingers but I'd take anything I could get at this point. After all, you couldn't stop me from touching myself. It's my body. Before I could even process anything your hand was moving its way across my face at mach holyfuck and I let out such a startled yelp that I would have clapped a hand over my mouth if I could. You really just hit me out of nowhere? It isn't that I didn't like it but it hurt. The handprint you left behind was hot and stinging and the corner where you had caught my lip was on fire. It wasn't for a few moments that I realized that my chest was heaving and my thighs were clenched together even tighter. Oh my god did I really like it that much? .
21:34
When your lips crashed against mine and the mad stripping of my clothes began I couldn't help but to do the same with yours. Hands were desperately clawing at fabric as our lips and tongues were working in perfect messy unison to memorize each other's mouths. "God I want you" and "Fuck Apollo" spilled from my lips onto yours over and over again until our naked bodies were panting against each other. The light from your phone painted shadows on both of our bodies from every curve and it somehow only made you even sexier. Your body pressed against mine had my nipples tightening into buds almost instantly and I could feel you even close now that all that was separating us was the thin fabric of boxers. "Do it again, I want to see the handprint you leave behind this time." @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 08-Oct-23 10:12 PM
I know that never before now had my body yearned for another so powerfully. Every movement of ours was choreographed sex, and neither of us got in the way of stripping each other. First it was your stupid shirt which got tossed beside us, and after that it was your soaked pants. I’m not sure if they even made it off your ankles before my hands nervously approached panties. Just beneath that is the pulsing bud whose indecent touch will cause my new friend to scream fiery songs of passion. It didn't take long before your bare chest was moving against mine. It’s not fair that a vessel of girl cum so cute was choosing to press herself against me. All that separated us was your panties and my boxers. Then you caught me off guard by asking for it again. One time while young I snuck out of my bedroom to catch my parents watching a horror movie. Depicted was a standard CGI monster that rested firmly in the middle of uncanny valley. It was the first I remember feeling genuine icy fear wrap my heart up. The exact same feeling injected itself between beating muscle. You’d think that it was a simple reaction to pure attraction. I suppose in a roundabout way that’s what this was since the small spurt of love won by your phrasing caught me so off guard it was terrifying. No fucking way she is asking for it. .
22:12
Since you requested to see it I couldn’t think of any better place to put it than across your hip. This time you saw my arm raise up as it was betrayed by a massive dancing shadow from the phones placement. I don’t think phone companies intended their devices to illuminate apocalyptic subway fuck fests. Another electricity quick slap placed itself into soft flesh just beneath your ribcage. Choosing a spot void of bone avoided any accidental breaks, but it also made for shocking pain. This time I made sure to reconnect our lips before your screams were lost to the air, and God am I thankful for it. I couldn’t help the girly moans slipping my neck at the sounds of your own pain. This time when our lips popped my cock was so hard that I couldn’t see straight. “Want to see your new personal cunt pole?” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 09-Oct-23 10:10 AM
For a brief moment the look on your face had me questioning if I had gone too far by asking you to do it again. In all fairness the words had come out of me before I had even really thought about them myself. Still though there was no denying the rush that came with the way your hand had smacked across my skin and I needed more of it to know if it was just an effect of the adrenaline that had already been coursing through my veins before we ended up here on the floor or if it was something I really wanted you to do. I had my suspicions of what the answer was already. It’s not as though it’s some archaic notion that I would be into something like this, the way I used to let Akina litter my body with bites and bruises from never being able to hold onto each other tight enough should have been my first hint that I was a freak. Another flicker of changing emotion that was just barely visible in your eye from the angle of the flashlight told me you had made up your mind and the raising of your hand before it came down lightning fast was all the answer I needed to know that I hadn’t overstepped and pushed some invisible boundary. Did you even have any of those? The feeling from this one was different, instead of being mostly heat and some stinging there was a shooting pain that seemed to ripple through my torso. Before my screams of pain could even make it into the open air your lips were on mine and you were devouring every decibel of the sound. Eventually as our lips worked together my cries of pain petered out into pathetic breathy whimpers and that was when you finally pulled away with a smack that echoed off the mostly barren walls. .
10:10
The question that you posed had me looking down to where our bodies had been grinding against each other but on their way down I couldn’t help but stop to look at the blooming red just below my rib cage. The edges of the mark were a darker red than the rest, almost as if they were threatening to turn the perfect shade of purple. I wonder if it’ll still be visible tomorrow. I wonder if we’ll still be alive tomorrow. Is the very real possibility of the world ending a good enough reason to rush into fucking somebody that you still barely know? It wasn’t as if I hadn’t had hookups with even less reasoning and at least I liked you, as much as I didn’t want to admit it. I knew you felt it too and that made things feel even more urgent, what if we died and never got the chance to really feel each other? There were billions of people in the world who likely had a million other more important priorities but here I was wondering if I was going to miss the opportunity to fuck someone new. “I don’t just want to see it, I want to feel it.” @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 09-Oct-23 10:34 AM
I could see it in your eyes. I could see it in the stars that shimmer behind their shiny color. You liked this, but a sad veil of pride was holding you back. Being glued to your face and melted chest to chest meant that every single twitch of emotion was caught by my eyes. It put me in a unique universal position to front seat the moment your brain shattered with a psyche clattering crack of whore. There it is. It was a moment of sludgy flesh and soul. Every muscle in your body relaxed in tune with a hot blush that spread your face. “Oh my, did that get all the way to your chest?” Hateful kissed painted the boundary where your body stopped turning red. Pushing hard enough that teeth bit into the back of my own lips I made sure to leave a pretty border of lip-trace across the entire strip of pink flesh. Was your mind awash with secret doom? Will we die today? Sex if of a whole different caliber when any moment could be your last. When you finally answered I let loose a grunting groan so loud it stole with it ribbons of warm lust. “I thought you would never ask, Astrea.” You had literally begged me to touch your cunt yesterday, but I liked this game we play of pretend. Its grossly fun to tease you with this false pretense you aren’t actually into me. You are sick. Duh? .
10:34
Sitting up allowed me to finally pull down boxers. You had me so full that my own eyes went a tad wider at the sight of my own flopped flush cock. God must be on my side because a drizzling icicle of cum dangled off the tip before making kissing contact with your lower abdomen. After that it snapped and drizzled down into a frilly panty seam. Your eyes hadn't left it since reveal, and my ego was doing backflips atop a roller coaster. “If you stop looking at it I’ll hit you again.” Act up, see if I care. Suck my cock or take my punches, both of them fill me with the same sense of victory. After a cocky laugh at how absolutely overcome you were I said, “Do you want to taste it first?” We both knew it wasn’t a question. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 09-Oct-23 12:52 PM
"You're such an ass." I huffed when you said you thought I would never ask, as if I haven't dry humped you like a desperate whore twice in twenty four hours. I was also pretty sure I'd asked you for it last night too but I wasn't about to bring that up and possibly ruin my chance of finally getting to have to. 'Finally' as if we didn't just meet yesterday. I don't think a person has ever had this much of an effect on me but I'm going to continue to blame it on the circumstances and not on the fact that something in my soul recognizes yours. Do you feel that part of it too? Or is it purely a physical conquest for you? It wouldn't necessarily hurt my feelings if that's all that it was but I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit that I secretly hoped that wasn't all it was. Either way at least if the world ends we'll die satisfied. The absolute monster of a cock that sprung free from your boxers was only confirmation of that. Now I understood why you had told me about the girl who said it was too big, because it was. The long, thick, and leaking thing was enough to make me drool and I wasn't typically partial to dick. Not that I'd never slept with a man before or anything but I preferred women, women were soft and pretty and slippery and men were just.. well.. men. You though? I wanted to bounce on you until I felt drunk with the pleasure of it. Just looking at you I knew it was going to hurt and something told me you weren't exactly planning on being gentle. I almost made a joke about the fact that I needed to be able to walk but I decided against it after a warm drop of cum landed on my stomach. .
12:53
"I don't know how much I'll be able to take Apollo." I would have to be able to unhinge my jaw to be able to take the whole thing into my small mouth. As I spoke I ran my own finger through the mess you had made on my stomach, letting it slip through and draw a shining line across my skin before licking the tip of the digit clean. "Are you going to stay on top of me like this and feed it to me or are you going to get off of me so I can get on my knees? Either way, I want to taste more of it, you taste so good." Being so horny that you feel like you're going to explode just at the taste of someone's pre is apparently all it takes to unlock a well of dirty talk from a typically uptight brain. @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 09-Oct-23 04:21 PM
Who taught you to say words like that? Were you trained in some hidden art of pumping my ego to never reached levels? If we kept sloshing silly phrases back and forth eventually one of our heads would pop. Although to be fair there is more than one flush top ready to unload. At first when you wiped the icing drizzle off your belly I thought you were going to discard it. Oh how this idiot was mistaken because next it was slid between your lips in a movement so perfect I cried out a tiny moan. Matching that sound was a pinch of my eyebrows. Both actions only lasted a moment, but they combined with enough sexual power to leak another line onto your stomach. Have I ever overflowed like that before? Next you teased me with a choice of how to take you. “If you keep robbing ideas away from me I’ll roll you over and spill it into your tight ass.” How interesting that you toe the line of pleasing my madness and also backtracking through nonsense like this. There was no real disdain held for your actions of course as this was all part of the game, but did you know that? While crawling forward I planted a heavy knee into the center of your chest. I pressed hard enough to hiss extra air past your teeth, but not enough to actually harm. Slowly I scaled the fallen pride of your body until arriving at a shiny face. .
16:21
Normally my cock would rest against the soft pad of your cheek, but I was so hard that it stood over your face at angry attention. Like it was the tip of a champaign bottle I made careful effort to drizzle Apollo foam into your open mouth. “What a good little thing. Does it taste good?” Watching your fluttering eyes try to contain their pleasure dispensed more snack for your lips. “So pretty and clear, I wonder if it tastes different when I actually cum?” All I wanted to do was wrap my fingers around it and pump a load into your puckering face hole, but gliding against our edges like this was too much fun. Leaning back just enough to reach your legs I fumbled with an out of sight hand until it located seeping panties. Just resting my hand against your cunt had desperate hips bucking. “Why don’t we practice by letting you suck me empty first? If you manage to swallow it all I’ll let you sit on it next time?” Let’s see if we can keep making deals. It’s not like we had anywhere to be. @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 09-Oct-23 04:45 PM
Robbing you of ideas? And here I was trying to be helpful and make it known I was open to doing this in more than one way. Maybe I should just bite it off instead. "Well you'd be the first one to do it." Or maybe my dumb whore brain will let you know about my virgin ass instead. Is there somebody out there who can insert a stronger filter between my brain and mouth because at the moment mine seems to be malfunctioning. I don't think anybody has ever been so effective at completely shutting my brain down like this. A small part of me almost wanted to keep on pushing just to see if I would like it, similar to the slapping I'll try anything at least once. I'll probably like it almost every time too. My insides buzzed with need when you took the first option and worked your way up my body until you could leak right onto my waiting tongue. I nodded without shutting my mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop, and let out a desperate sounding 'mhmm'. You did taste good and it was tempting to lean up to wrap my lips around you and suck until your balls emptied themselves into my mouth. When you leaned back I didn't expect you to touch me back but your warm hand found an even hotter cunt ready and waiting and just that contact had my hips bucking for more. I was so wet that it was leaking through the thin face on my panties and I know you could feel it slicking up your skin even like this. "Fine but if we die before you fuck me I'm finding you in the next life to kill you." .
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I was already so far gone just from being underneath you like this and when I managed to lean up enough to lick the underside of the head of your cock I had another thought pop into my mind. "You know, we could always taste each other at the same time if you let me on top of you." It had always been one of my favorite things to do, it couldn't be that much different swallowing a cock at the same time that someone devours your cunt, right? @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 09-Oct-23 05:00 PM
A landslide of foundational ability mushed off into a pile aside my mind when you admitted to having never done anal. It wasn’t even that surprising, just a blast of unfair favor gifted by a cruel universe. In all honesty I wasn’t even particularly interested in the act, but now that you had said that I’ll never forget it. I would forget my own mothers name before that information expires. A dementia bed bound Apollo will lie belly up someday cackling madly about the proud woman who let me leak into her mouth. How many pills will they stuff down my throat before they forget? The world is ending remember? Oh yeah… even more reason to fuck your face unconscious. “Trust this freak when he says that if you murdered me I’d die with a sick smile.” You may giggle about it, but there were no doubts in my mind. On the very same camping trip that had resulted in a rolled pull-along my past lover had struck me with a bottle over the temple. In her defense the action had been a dramatized story regaling that simply resulted in an overzealous accident. When her shiny eyes looked at me with fake hatred and knocked me to my knees with her stupid glass jar this man’s cock almost exploded. “No idea why, I think my stupid ass just likes being knocked around.” And doing some knocking, but you already knew that. . (edited)
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You almost earned a mouthful of stuffed leak-meat, but then you had to go and rob me of another idea. “What did I say about-“ At first my plan had been to just beat you stupid for repeating mistakes, but then your offering actually played out on my mind’s theatre. Just the fantasy of you sitting on my face almost lost me a building load. “Y-You-“ Goddammit! This wasn’t supposed to be hard for me. However I loved the fucking idea. So much so that my only answer had been to slide off you backwards and onto the floor. Staring up at the shadow shifted ceiling was terrifying, but it was a small price to pay in preparation of your flavor. “Don’t take your panties off, I want to feel them squelch against my lips.” (edited)
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 09-Oct-23 05:21 PM
There was a brief moment where I thought you were about to smack me again for having the nerve to make another suggestion but instead you turned into a sputtering idiot that couldn't even finish a sentence. It's good to see that two can play this game effectively, and that the idea of being with me was having just as much of an effect on you as it was me. As if that wasn't already painfully obvious by the way you had been dripping pre onto my tongue. "Sometimes I have good ideas, Apollo." If we end up living long enough you might realize that. Who knows if you'd ever accept it though. "I wouldn't dream of taking them off, that's your job." It was my turn to sit up and push you backwards when you started to lean back towards the floor. I didn't push nearly hard enough to hurt you or make you land too hard but it did feel good to be the one doing the shoving for once. Moving to straddle you was only made easier by the light from your phone and I started by facing you. Settling clothed cunt against naked cock I rolled my hips at the same time that I leaned down to kiss you, the hint of blood still lingering on my lips. Reaching between us I slid my panties to the side just long enough to slip my bare pussy up and down your length a few times before pulling them back over and breaking our kiss with another sick smack. .
17:21
"I like to taste." Was hushed out against your lips before I finally moved to turn around. Hovering over somebody's lips wasn't a new maneuver for me and it only took me seconds to be positioned right above your lips. Before you could say or do anything, slender fingers wrapped around the base of your cock so my tongue could paint circles around the head. "You're so big." I'm sure I sounded just as awestruck as I felt, having you in my hand like this made you look even bigger than before. After running my tongue up your entire length I licked over the fresh mess of pre that was waiting for me before finally taking you into my mouth. Humming a satisfied moan around you at finally having the throbbing monster in my mouth I worked to get you deeper and deeper with each bob of my head. It didn't take much to have my eyes watering, I wasn't used to doing this at all. Stroking what didn't fit into my mouth had my fingers covered in my own drool in a matter of minutes and when you met the back of my throat I couldn't help but choke. Coming off of you with a desperate suck of air we stayed connected by a messy string of spit and pre, "I don't think I can take it all." @bonghitsforfeds
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Apollo Mallory BOT 09-Oct-23 10:51 PM
A cute tossing of our sex ball was enough to get my heart racing again. Honestly it had done so much thundering today that you’d think its brief halt would be recognized. Instead I only noticed its relit power upon your body hovering into view. I hadn’t expected kisses, but yours were a welcome change of pace. Loving teeth bit into your lower lip when a grinding wet hole teased my naked cock. “But you said!” When you pulled away I immediately felt foolish for opening my mouth too early. Of course this had just been a false tease, and your betrayal earned a beaming smile. “Prove it to me by swallowing me whole.” I had almost added in a ‘if you can of course,’ but that may have been pushing things too far. Smelling slippery girl-cum will make anybodies day better. How many others got to fuck while pounding blasts of falling mystery spindles fell to earth all around? Each time an earthquake shook the room it threatened to be our final moment. How much did you enjoy prancing between life and death? “I-“ There had been plans of more dirty talk, but that had been the very moment your lips wrapped around the top of my cock. Before the pairing of flesh had occurred I had felt the cold wind blowing over leaking pre. Now all of that was buried to your throat. “Astrea~” That had definitely been this mans saddest whore sound, and your name had been the lucky vehicle of delivery. .
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“Fuck cameragirl! You are good at that~” A slimy tongue was worming around throbbing length with every bob of upright head. It didn't occur to me how long I had been cheating our deal by not supplying pleasure until your words of not being capable of taking it all. Now it was my turn, “Let me help encourage you.” To say I buried my chin and mouth in your cunt would be an understatement. Your panties were still in the way yet my lips made it a healthy distance inward. A squelching sieve of your flavor rang itself out of soaked panties. Swallowing it like lifesaving water pulsed more blood into a full cock. Strands of you trailed between undergarment and my lips the pulling away, and they tickled when I parted them too speak. “I- I think,” fuck this is hard, “I think if you let me keep eating you I’ll cum without any more contact. Afterword you can lick it off?” Could you see how hard my head danced at those words? I might blast right now. “Please baby, I need this.” @killahxkylie
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Astrea Hoshi BOT 11-Oct-23 10:13 AM
If you thought that I was good at this then you were a god at what you were doing to me right now. I was just about to complain about you not touching me back when you buried your face into my cunt. Even with my drenched panties still in the way you managed to get your lips deep enough that it had me choking on a whorish moan. "Oh my fucking god Apollo~" It was taking all of my focus just to keep myself from falling forward and resting my face against your thigh. I wanted to beg you to move my panties out of the way so I could feel your hot tongue against me with nothing in between but there was nothing I was going to do to risk you stopping. "Apollo fuck please don't stop." My words were whiny and desperate and when you told me you could probably cum just from continuing to taste me another lewd moan slipped from my lips. "There's no way in hell I'm not gonna keep going." I didn't care if I couldn't fit every inch of you in my mouth. I was still going to take what I could. Teasing my tongue over the head of your cock this time had you throbbing in my hand and it made me feel incredible to know that I had this effect on you. Wrapping my lips back around you I managed to slide you almost all the way into my throat before pulling back and doing it again, it fucking hurt but it was one of the best kinds of pain I've ever felt. Humming around you I kept a steady pace, not too slow and not too fast, I wanted you to feel the slide of my tongue and throat over every inch of you with every bob of my head. If the world is going to end I'm going to die with a stomach absolutely full of Apollo Mallory. @bonghitsforfeds
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