YungTweak

Lexibon's Megathread (MxF/FxF) +18 Mature Plots

@Lexibon

I sent you a PM and am very interested in doing an RP with you!

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

@Ronin Lotus

I was imagining the town being close enough to the camp that the Novus Ordo folks would have been able to drive Zoe there had the explosion not occured. Also close enough that they could hear the explosion and see the smoke plume rise.

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

Made my first post.

Left Zoe in a predicament of sorts that could use the intervention of an outsider, should someone want to introduce themselves and interact with Zoe. If not, I'll simply progress forward with the next round of posts.

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

A harsh scent filled Zoe's nostrils; rust, motor oil, smoke - the smells of dead and dying machinery. The remains of several centuries-old cars stand piled up around the crowded street, mottled with the orange stains of rust and welded together with whatever bits of fencing and sheet metal were to hand, steel hides pocked here and there with bullet holes. Stacked carefully together like bricks, they stretched out into the distance in either direction to form a protective wall encircling the town. This place was a product of the new world, a testament to the will of Humanity.

The bazaar was bustling with the activity of locals going about their daily business, trading junk that they found or what little extra supplies they could scrummage up. Though nothing like the great cities that once were, it was a hub of civilization, proving that even in the end - times, people still craved stability. The hustle and movement of the crowd provided everything that Zoe currently needed; a public space, cover to escape into, and sound to zone out to.

A cigarette sat between the index and middle finger of her left hand, occasionally moving upward to her lips so that she may take a drag. Zoe's right hand remained gripped on a dirty glass which found home resting on a small metal table in front of her. She sipped at the strong alcohol here and there, taking solace in the warmth as it slid down her throat and into her stomach. She sat with one leg crossed over her knee, waiting patiently for a particular person to approach and sit across from her.

Just as the Mongol was starting to get pissed off about her contact being late, the man had emerged from the roving crowd and pushed his way to the table, taking a seat in front of the woman. He gave a weak, nervous looking smile and rested his hands on the table top. Zoe grinned, finishing the rest of her liquor and flicking a cigarette butt to the dirt floor. With a small huff, the woman shifted her weight in the chair and leaned forward.

"Hello, Sedgwick, I see you took your goddamn time", the woman stated plainly. Her eyes scrutinized the greasy looking man whom she had just addressed, trying to get a read on him as per usual. She had never fully trusted this guy, assuming that he would sell out his grandmother in order to come up on a couple of nickels, but she was desperate to make this final deal and hit the road. Zoe could tell that Sedgwick was nervous, though she didn't think much of it.

"I was uh-... there was a bit of a holdup...", Sedgwick explained, "...some of the boys got pinched". It looked like the man was starting to sweat. Something was eating away at him and it was starting to put Zoe on edge.

"Well, you didn't get fucking followed by these Novus Ordo freaks, did you?", the Mongol questioned in a harsh tone. In response, Sedgwick simply offered a shake of the head. This brought a small sigh of relief to the woman, who visibly relaxed a bit.

"So umh... is the deal still on?", Sedgwick asked.

"Give me the money and a few minutes after I leave, you can grab the product in the bag at my feet", Zoe explained. The man didn't even respond to this. He simply took a deep breath and remained still in his seat.

"I'm sorry, Zoe. I didn't mean for it to be like this...", Sedgwick quietly uttered. Zoe raised a brow curiously in response, contemplating the meaning of the words for a mere second before it hit her like a ton of bricks. The Mongol's dominant hand immediately shot to her side, ripping a pistol from the holster on her belt. As she whipped the gun up and fired a round into the man across from her, she saw armed figures emerge in the distance. Sedgwick had instantly been flung backward as the bullet smacked into his chest, bringing the table and chair down with him.

The Mongol simultaneously pushed herself up from the chair and swiped the rucksack which had lay at her side. In an effort to escape her militaristic pursuers, Zoe forced herself into the now frightened and rushed crowd. People screamed and dashed forward while a myriad of shopkeepers grabbed their own weapons and took cover, ready to protect their life's work. Zoe made her way down the street with the escaping crowd, occasionally looking back to spot the armed men still following behind, though unable to precisely locate her among the many bodies.

As gunfire started ringing out, the crowd began to thin out. It wasn't long before Zoe, confused by the varying directions of the dispersed crowd, was spotted by the gunmen. Their ploy had worked, by firing into the air, they had cleared out those who were inadvertantly hiding their target. Within mere seconds they were damn near on top of the woman.

Zoe struggled through every second as four soldiers attempted to pin her down. They had removed both the bag and gun from her hands, simply pushing her to the ground and making her eat dirt. The Mongol howled and writhed as they kept her to the floor. One of the men began looking through the bag, shouting as he emptied the contents into the open.

"It's speed! This is the bitch bringing all the dope into town!", he exclaimed. Another one of the soldiers chuckled.

"Hell yeah, we're getting promotions for this one. Looks like we bagged the last Mongol, fellas", the chuckling troop replied. Zoe grunted, knowing that she was fucked on this one. She heard what these guys did to their prisoners and it was nothing that she was remotely excited for.

As these thoughts flooded Zoe's mind, the squad had suddenly become distracted as a boom rang out and black smoke began to appear over the horizon. The soldiers looked to their squad leader, immediately seeking guidance.

"Romero, stay with the girl while we go and check it out. If that's the camp, we're gonna' have a lot of trouble on our hands. Just make sure she's on the ground until we get back", the squad leader ordered as he motioned for the rest of the men to follow him. One of the soldiers stood behind, aiming his rifle at the woman on the ground. Next to his feet were Zoe's pistol and various cellophane drug bags.

Zoe looked up at her now lone captor. If she could just reach her pistol...

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

Zoe 'The Mongol' Bell

Zoë Bell

I pray a future in the stars is as bright as they shine

Name: Zoë Louise Bell (The Mongol)

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: Despite a regular scowl and a rather 'downtrodden' nature, the girl did not have an intimidating stature. She couldn't have stood taller than 5'9" and hardly weighed 130 pounds. She had a lithe frame, free of fat and only had the muscle of a slightly athletic build. A golden ring ran through the septum of her nose, resting just above lips that held a hint of pout. A blue tattooed line ran from under the edge of either eye and met at the bridge of her nose, conveniently signifying the resting point of her bandanna when pulled across her face. The only other noticeable marks on her tanned skin aside from a myriad of scars were two more tattoos, one resting across her neck, simply stating the word 'MONGOL' in bold letters. The other was a jolly roger on her right temple, with the crossbones replaced with syringes. This tattoo was made more apparent by the way in which her maroon colored hair was styled, shaved on either side into a mohawk and tied in the back. Her clothing was simple, plain undergarments that were covered by black canvas overalls which were cut into shorts. She wore black rubber boots and a black bandana tied around her neck to accent it all.

Profile: A lot of people say that they had witnessed the downfall of the Earth, watching the soil and the atmosphere go to ruins, forced into resource wars by new and old governments alike. Even before the supposed 'downfall', in a way, hadn't it always been like this? Perhaps that's what it had seemed like for some, anyway.

For Zoe, the world around her had always seemed like it was falling apart. She could only imagine a sense of stability, picturing the times her grandparents spoke of when there was still work to be had and a community to participate in. That must have changed shortly before Zoe was born, as her parents were forced into the outer territories due to their unsavory nature. What remnants of civilization that blossomed feared those who'd upset the status quo and authority figures found little to gain from criminals and drug pushers.

So she was born in the badlands, tracts of barren wastes where there was no law or society. Tribes of killers, junkies, and the disenfranchised had formed out there, fighting one another for territory and resources. Zoe's tribe, the Mongols, were a gathering of thirty escaped convicts and their families. The Mongols survived by hunting and trading, making money by manufacturing drugs and running them into nearby settlements. They were often sought after by nearby law enforcement and militant forces, though no one would dare enter their turf.

Zoe grew up knowing no other way of life. With no formal education, she simply learned how to survive in the wastes, and how to criminally profit within civilization. Since she was old enough to properly fire a gun, she started doing missions for her parents and the Mongols. Because of this, she had gained somewhat of a reputation and even a few bounties on her head. Between evading authorities and being interlocked in battles with other tribes, Zoe knew that there would be no good outcome. She escaped the feeling of her looming fate by chasing the high of the same drugs her family made and sold.

By the age of 16, she was a cold blooded killer. In a skirmish between the Mongols and another tribe, Zoe planted a bullet in the head of a kid not much older than she was. Although it was a moment that will never leave her, the harsh lifestyle had already subdued most of the feeling that she should have experienced. From then on, it only got easier, and she began taking on tasks that had a more violent approach. Whether it was enforcing the Mongols' will and law or simply wasting cops, Zoe had no problem with killing those who stood in her path.

The Mongols had only grown in power by the time that Zoe was 18 years old. By now, Earth's occupants had come to realize their demise, and although there had been collapse for years now, it seemed that chaos was the new defining law. Zoe and other Mongols began openly pushing drugs into nearby communities, daring both law enforcement and rivals to do something about it. For the longest time, things went on like this. The Mongols gained more numbers, more luxuries, and more influence. Their network of information spread in both cities and wastes alike. The tribe had become an almost common name, fluttering into the mouths of those who increasingly feared or respected them.

It wasn't until Zoe had reached twenty years of age when her already harsh reality had become subject to change. While Zoe was away on a mission, moving a shipment of drugs into a town hundreds of miles away, a rival tribe had sold the Mongols out to a recently formed paramilitary force. By the time that she had returned, her family had been killed, her home had been burned down, and her people had been scattered.

Not knowing what else to do, Zoe continued living a life of crime and drug use, using the remaining connections that she had to find what work she could. Hearing the rumors of E - 6 from some of these contacts, and desperate for a new lease on life, Zoe has recently decided to pursue this opportunity from the only existence that she has known. She hopes to find a peace out there among the stars, away from this black hole of a planet, and to put the past behind her.

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

Thanks for bringing me in, I very much appreciate it as I am very excited for this RP.

I'll go ahead and throw Zoe into the Characters tab.

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

@Blubaron45

I've been getting that a lot hah. I never anticipated such reactions from it, to be honest.

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

Zoe 'The Mongol' Bell

Zoë Bell

I pray a future in the stars is as bright as they shine

Name: Zoë Louise Bell (The Mongol)

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: Despite a regular scowl and a rather 'downtrodden' nature, the girl did not have an intimidating stature. She couldn't have stood taller than 5'9" and hardly weighed 130 pounds. She had a lithe frame, free of fat and only had the muscle of a slightly athletic build. A golden ring ran through the septum of her nose, resting just above lips that held a hint of pout. A blue tattooed line ran from under the edge of either eye and met at the bridge of her nose, conveniently signifying the resting point of her bandanna when pulled across her face. The only other noticeable marks on her tanned skin aside from a myriad of scars were two more tattoos, one resting across her neck, simply stating the word 'MONGOL' in bold letters. The other was a jolly roger on her right temple, with the crossbones replaced with syringes. This tattoo was made more apparent by the way in which her maroon colored hair was styled, shaved on either side into a mohawk and tied in the back. Her clothing was simple, plain undergarments that were covered by black canvas overalls which were cut into shorts. She wore black rubber boots and a black bandana tied around her neck to accent it all.

Profile: A lot of people say that they had witnessed the downfall of the Earth, watching the soil and the atmosphere go to ruins, forced into resource wars by new and old governments alike. Even before the supposed 'downfall', in a way, hadn't it always been like this? Perhaps that's what it had seemed like for some, anyway.

For Zoe, the world around her had always seemed like it was falling apart. She could only imagine a sense of stability, picturing the times her grandparents spoke of when there was still work to be had and a community to participate in. That must have changed shortly before Zoe was born, as her parents were forced into the outer territories due to their unsavory nature. What remnants of civilization that blossomed feared those who'd upset the status quo and authority figures found little to gain from criminals and drug pushers.

So she was born in the badlands, tracts of barren wastes where there was no law or society. Tribes of killers, junkies, and the disenfranchised had formed out there, fighting one another for territory and resources. Zoe's tribe, the Mongols, were a gathering of thirty escaped convicts and their families. The Mongols survived by hunting and trading, making money by manufacturing drugs and running them into nearby settlements. They were often sought after by nearby law enforcement and militant forces, though no one would dare enter their turf.

Zoe grew up knowing no other way of life. With no formal education, she simply learned how to survive in the wastes, and how to criminally profit within civilization. Since she was old enough to properly fire a gun, she started doing missions for her parents and the Mongols. Because of this, she had gained somewhat of a reputation and even a few bounties on her head. Between evading authorities and being interlocked in battles with other tribes, Zoe knew that there would be no good outcome. She escaped the feeling of her looming fate by chasing the high of the same drugs her family made and sold.

By the age of 16, she was a cold blooded killer. In a skirmish between the Mongols and another tribe, Zoe planted a bullet in the head of a kid not much older than she was. Although it was a moment that will never leave her, the harsh lifestyle had already subdued most of the feeling that she should have experienced. From then on, it only got easier, and she began taking on tasks that had a more violent approach. Whether it was enforcing the Mongols' will and law or simply wasting cops, Zoe had no problem with killing those who stood in her path.

The Mongols had only grown in power by the time that Zoe was 18 years old. By now, Earth's occupants had come to realize their demise, and although there had been collapse for years now, it seemed that chaos was the new defining law. Zoe and other Mongols began openly pushing drugs into nearby communities, daring both law enforcement and rivals to do something about it. For the longest time, things went on like this. The Mongols gained more numbers, more luxuries, and more influence. Their network of information spread in both cities and wastes alike. The tribe had become an almost common name, fluttering into the mouths of those who increasingly feared or respected them.

It wasn't until Zoe had reached twenty years of age when her already harsh reality had become subject to change. While Zoe was away on a mission, moving a shipment of drugs into a town hundreds of miles away, a rival tribe had sold the Mongols out to a recently formed paramilitary force. By the time that she had returned, her family had been killed, her home had been burned down, and her people had been scattered.

Not knowing what else to do, Zoe continued living a life of crime and drug use, using the remaining connections that she had to find what work she could. Hearing the rumors of E - 6 from some of these contacts, and desperate for a new lease on life, Zoe has recently decided to pursue this opportunity from the only existence that she has known. She hopes to find a peace out there among the stars, away from this black hole of a planet, and to put the past behind her.

Assuming there is still an available spot.

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

I am very much interested and would love to participate if there is still an available space. I can get to work on a character immediately.

[High Casual to Low Advance] [18+] Wide array!

I sent you a PM!