Found!

[Skylar]

It took longer for her to reach the Mess Hall then she intended, however, she was in wide-eyed awe as she meandered down the hall. One left and straight ahead carried her to two large doors. Her hands would slowly raised and slid down them slowly, a gentle caress almost. This was her domain, this is where she was comfortable, and this is where she didn’t know what to expect.

She shoved the door open and gazed around, her lips slightly open. Everything was perfectly clean, shiny, looking brand spankin new, too. Cabinets and counters and counters and cabinets, sinks, stoves, ovens....was this heaven?

She laughed at herself and started searching every nook and cranny. “MREs...you have to be fucking kidding me!” Her hand raised to her face, sliding it over it in a rather annoyed action, only for it to travel down her neck and across her chest.

“Alright, this is only temporary, right? I can deal with this...somehow.”

She leaned against the counter and glanced around the room. It was so beautiful, it was a shame it would be going to waste till she could get in there, and with the power apparently down and out, what was there really for her to do?

[Zenith]

The door swung open and the caramel tinctured figure strode into the stainless, sterile kitchen facility. His brows furrowed slightly, taking in the surroundings and then pausing on a woman who seemed a little more than frustrated. He took a few shuffled steps and then leaned on the counter, resting his hands on the cold steel top. It might have been a little odd and awkward at first, seeing as the man walked in with sagging camouflaged pants on, nothing beneath them that could be seen, which lead to lean abdomenal lines to slink beneath the rim and a bare torso. A handsome smile crossed his face lightly to find another woman -- an attractive too. There is a God!

"Shit, glad to see you.
I thought this little reinvention of humanity was gunna be a sausage fest. What seems to be the problem? The red head went to fix the generators, it seems. She must be the techie or electrical hand -- what does that make you?

The masseuse?" Markus grinned and laughed, looking around the room slowly to spot a set of safely stored kitchen knives and then grinned widely -- at least there's a few knives. Then around the room again, near she was - hundreds upon hundreds of MRE's. Markus could only laugh, looking down at his reflection on the counter top. His hair was a little longer than he was used to, but not more than a few inches long and wildly feral -- face, finally feeling good with a bit of stubble across his mug.

[Skylar]

She looked up as the door opened, a smile replacing the scowl her features were holding. He was tall, dark and oh so handsome. She choked back a laugh at her thoughts and wet her lips as her eyes traveled down his physique. She looked toward the ceiling and mouthed two little words. Thank you.

“It’d be nice if there was some fucking sausage in this place. I could at least make some kinda meal outta that.” She shoved a stack of MREs across the counter, shaking her head in disgust. “So, I have tits, and hands, looks like I can be whatever you want me to be.” She laughed as she moved around the counter, closer to his side.

“I’m Lucy, resident Chef.” Her hand reached out to him, even this close to him, she seemed tiny. A large smile of pearly whites welcomed him. “Unfortunately, there isn’t much to cook up around here, even if the power was rolling. The good news is, there is vagina here, so you don’t have to worry about that sausage fest. It also makes that reinvention thing a lot easier, too.” With a wink, she leaned against the counter. “In all honesty, I’m glad you’re here. This place kinda gives me the creeps. Which makes me wonder, what’s your job in all this?”

Big, strong, like there was nothing he couldn’t do if he wanted to. But everyone had an expertise, she was sure he was no exception. “Are you the muscle, the brawn? My own personal can opener? Or just the eye-candy?” Again she laughed, it felt good to laugh, god only knows what awaited them on the outside.

[Zenith]

It was good to see that a thousand years pretending to be a frozen dinner hadn't swain his sexual output; that or this woman was seriously hard up for a deep dickin'. Markus laughed a bit at her bold verbose ability and then took her small hand in his own, he was a gentlemen of sorts - but he wouldn't kiss hands and all that shit, pfft...

Nodding to her, Mark grinned. He'd already given her a few looks over without her noticing his stealthy action and ways and then smirked widely again to her question as to what his nature was on this outlandish death mission. Her words seemed a bit negative against MRE's and he would have taken offense to it, if she wasn't somewhat right. He'd lived off those for nearly a year -- possibly more back in his younger years and found that the space food was delicious ... or better than him trying to swing a hand cooking something extravagant, beyond skinning any animals and teaching how to cook them without dying of infection.

"Pretty much all of that, is what I am... and more." Mark would have shot her a grin before bowing his head, trying to wipe the broad smile off his thin lips, " ... actually, I'm here to insure life. Everyone here is my mission. Survival is my game. I've cooked millions of termites to save a group of men from hunger, and have killed animals as big as jaguars with a paper clip... It's my duty to make sure everyone lives. ... survives."

Mark would intentionally lift his hands into a stretch, reaching for the ceiling that wouldn't ever be touchable, however elongating his abdominal muscles from beneath his taut pecs, all the way down to the shallow gap that revealed he was missing any form of under garments beneath the BDU pants. Lowering himself again, he moved to an exterior cabinet and hopped himself up onto the counter top next to the sealed away knives. Touching the base button, a hiss released from the bottom of the base and the pressurization of the cooking knife bay lifted up, sending out a soft mist of air. The knives felt weightless against his fingers, as he'd pulled a blade out and spun it against his once calloused hands.

"Excellent craftsman ship... Forgive me, Beaut. I'm Markus."

[Skylar]

Lucy was...confident, sassy, and a little, too brutally honest at times. It was who she was, and however many years wasn’t going to change that. She, noticeably checked him out, eyeing his torso that she could wash her laundry on, run her tongue over.....a wicked smile eased over her features.

“More, eh? Hmm, we might have to look into that one.” She caught his smile, it was devilishly charming really. He reminded her a lot of the guys around her neighborhood, only..he was a man. “Well, there will be no eating of bugs here, not unless they are properly seasoned.” She laughed at her own words, though she had never cooked bugs, if she had to make them taste good, she sure the hell would.

As he stretched heaven bound, her brow raised. She slid around him to the side where the knives were, quickly running the fingertip of her index finger slightly under the waistband of his pants. “Nice.” She leaned against the counter where he now would be seated. “You should really cover up, it provokes me.” She winked, yet there was almost a serious look in her eyes before they averted down at the knives he was gawking at.

The hiss of the pressure was music to her ears. “My folks got me this set before I went to France.” She smiled as she looked down at them, they really were beautifully crafted, they had spared no expense. “A decent set starts at nine hundred dollars, easy.” She ran her finger down the one beside the now empty slot, and a playful smile carved over her face. Pointing at the one in his hand, her words continued. “That’s the eight inch Chefs knife. I prefer the ten inch Carving knife.” She hopped up on the counter beside him, checking out the knives as if they were long lost friends. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Markus.”

[Zenith]

Soul sung and slighting ignoring the woman's advanced on him, Mark's eyes followed the serrated edge of the blade slowly. The bade was perfectly counter-weighted, proving so and showing the extreme craftsmanship of the piece by balancing it perfectly on a rigid index finger, watching the blade teeter too and fro, yet never so far as to fall off balance. The lust in Markus' eyes for his old blade grew against these newly found toys, however at the mention of them being hers, and a gift, he spun the blade in the palm of his hand and then rolled it carefully against his finger, as it would flip around from the palm of his hand to the posterior before snatching it up again and sheathing it back where it belonged, careful not to slice her fingers up.

His eyes lifted to hers and he grinned, having felt the tug on his pants and he gave a shrug. "That wouldn't be intentional at all. Honestly put, as odd as that sounds, I haven't found out where my damn clothes would be stored in this place yet." Markus laughed a bit and then looked around the room again; it's not that he was trying to be mean or that dense, but his experience with women lacked beyond the flirtation.
"I need to find the storage units. I'm more than naked right now without my own set of knives..." Mark moved toward the door and then looked through the port-hole window, into the main area where the pods were, watching the child quietly. His eyes squinted, looking back to the door that the fire-crotch had left from and rubbed his chin slowly.

"You know... I think the gear should be in that hanger she went into. And if the gear is in there, and my stuff has been locked away well enough, I'll show you a ... real big knife." A shot glance to the beauty was followed up by a hearty laugh.

[Skylar]

She watched as the blade teetered perfectly. There was almost a passionate look in his eyes as they flowed over her knives. Strange, maybe, but she could appreciate it. With ease he handled it and placed it back to its rightful place. “Tools of the trade.” She rolled up the soft case and stashed it in her pack.

“You haven’t found your clothes? What the hell? Some freakish bot brought my shit to me earlier. Besides, I’d be lying if I said you should really cover that up.” She pointed to his abdomen. “We could go find your knives, but, no need for that shirt really.” She winked. Truth was, he felt safe, safe enough in this unknown place.

She drew in a deep breath, biting on her lower lip slightly. “Not to come across weird, or stalkerish...but if you leave, can I come with you.” She looked around a moment, trying to hide the crimson that now kissed on the bridge of her nose. “Please Markus?” She cleared her throat as she turned, grey green orbs meeting his. “Besides, you had me at “real big knife”.

[Skylar]

{ ABlackout takes over the kitchen.}
Zeniths post located here. viewtopic.php?f=114&t=419

Darkness.

She gasped audibly. There was no light to reflect off anything, and the only thing she knew for sure was that Markus was still in the room. She could hear his breaths, and sense him there near her. His touch caused her to jump lightly. One, because she wasn’t expecting it, and two, she was slightly scared. Although good things happen in the dark, this darkness was unsettling.

When his hand left her body, she reached out to grab him, only for him to meet that goal first. She allowed him to pull her to him. She instinctively coiled her other arm around him, holding her breath to listen. “You’re leaving me!?” Her plea was a mere whisper, but surely he could hear the concern in her tone. They needed him, they all did. Her mind whirled for a moment as she gave him a quick squeeze. “I’ll hid with the MREs, so you know where to find me.”

She felt him move from her and quickly she gripped his arm. “Markus! Please be careful.” With that said, she fumbled for her backpack and scrambled over the counter and eased into the closet. It was stuffy, not very roomy at all, and scary as fuck. She curled her knees up to her chest, and lay her head atop of them....what the fuck was going on out there!!?

[paper_stars]

For five seconds, all the lights would come on and she would see the bright glow from under the door before it all suddenly shut off again.

So she was again alone in the dark.

But not for long it seemed as a knocking came against the door she hid behind. It was like any knock, so to speak. Like a man’s knuckles hitting the door with each light tap.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

It came three times, then there would be a moment of silence. Then again, the Knock came. Maybe it was the soldier boy, or maybe it was Markus trying to scare the shit out of her. The knocking was unrelenting, though it paused from time to time. No one spoke, there was no shuffling of the feet and no attempt toward the door handle.

[Skylar]

From beneath the door light would creep through, but she found no solace in it. She pulled her knees closer to her body, if it was even possible and watched as the light left as quickly as it came. She inhaled deeply to sigh but...

Knock, Knock, Knock.....

She choked it back down. Three knocks, silence, three knocks silence...it sent a chill up her spine. A chill that said...do not open that door. Surely knowing she was already half freaked the fuck out, Markus wouldn’t pull this kinda shit...and the others....still.

No sound at all came from beyond the door...nothing. She had never known anyone that could be that quiet, ever. Still the knocking continued and quickly her hands came to cover her ears as tears welled up behind her lids. She wanted to scream out, but Markus had said that something wasn’t right...he would know, right? What if that something was on the other side of that door?

She had seen horror movies before. The hot chick that does retarded shit and gets herself killed in the first couple scenes.. Fuck that, she wouldn’t be a statistic, however, her eyes remained locked on the handle, afraid that whatever it was, might get sick of waiting...

[paper_stars]

She was lucky that whatever was on the other side of that door had the patients of a lamb. Though it continued it’s occasional knocking as it knew no better. There was still darkness out there, still danger..

For the time being.

It seemed that the dark didn’t last as long as it had before and the power would turn on again, this time it actually stayed on.. though it just didn’t work as strongly as it did before. The lights weren’t as bright as they had been.

She could probably see the shadow under the door, as whatever it was leaned its weight against the door and knocked a little harder.. or maybe it just sounded like it was knocking harder.

That’s all it really did, was knock and knock and knock.

Why was it knocking you wonder? Well perhaps it had no intelligence at all.. perhaps it was nothing dangerous.. perhaps…
It’s balance wouldn’t last forever against the door however, and it would fall to the side. When it did fall it hit the door handle, maybe knocking it lose the door and opening it just a crack.

Whatever it was, it thumbed lightly against the ground and stopped knocking at the door.

[Skylar]

From under the door light finally shown, and she sighed, but only for a moment. Whatever was on the other side of that door seemed to shift its weight, and the knocks more....urgent.

She kicked the thin steel door. “What do you want!?” Her voice was slightly panicked. As soon as the words rolled off her tongue, the thing fell, hitting the handle which jammed her finger. She pulled her hand back instinctively. “Ouch, fuck!”

As soon as her hand left the handle, the locker squeaked open slightly. A gasp was caught in her throat, and like an idiot, she leaned forward, holding her breath and looked through the crack. “Hello?”

When nothing answered back immediatly, she was on her feet. She bolted from the locker, out the door and down the hall. "Markus!?"

{Exit}