Zaick at 02:41, 27 September 2015

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-	~~You hold the garments close to~~ your ~~chest and move to~~ the ~~next room~~. Wes ~~is next to you, looking back to see if anyone enters~~ the ~~room~~. You feel the ~~smallness of your panties as~~ you ~~move, and~~ with ~~the added speed~~, ~~you feel your chest bounce against the tied leggings. You look down every few seconds to see nothing has popped out. Without looking where you are going, your face runs straight into a wall.~~	+	Your boots are your best weapon now - at least certainly the fastest you can get. You help Wes get clear by kicking hard against the old man's stomach. You really don't have time to feel bad for what you've done - the guy did come at you with a sword after all! That makes it fine, right?

-	It is ~~not your proudest moment~~, ~~but you do manage~~ to ~~take in account what you thought then was most important~~. ~~You hold your chest as you spin your back~~ to ~~the wall~~, ~~getting~~ your ~~bearings for a moment~~. You ~~hear yelling just ahead of you.~~ Wes~~? You look up and see~~ you ~~are beside the next doorway~~. ~~Wes is in front~~ of you, ~~backing up. There is an older~~ man ~~there with a sword - a sword! Wes backs to where you~~ are.	+	The wind is knocked out of the man, and he falls forward to his knees. His arms reach out to get composure, and alarmingly, grasp your hip. You scream and back away quickly, bumping into Wes as you do. All three of you hit the ground, but the old man's fingers are holding something of yours.

-	~~"Come to get gutted?"~~ The old man ~~snarls. As he does~~, ~~Wes dives into the bag~~ and ~~pulls out both planks, throwing them at~~ the ~~man~~. ~~The man turns his shoulder to the planks and shrinks~~ back~~. Wes then grabs the paint cans~~ and ~~throws them. You hold his arm~~.	+	Down most the length of your leg, your panties fell. The old man begins to look forward again, and you hold your crotch with your hands to cover up and kick him in the nose. It is a good move for damage, but unfortunately he rolls back and takes your panties with him.

-	~~"We gotta-" Wes begins~~, but you ~~take the top off one~~ and ~~just start spraying~~ the ~~man's head and arm~~. ~~He drops his sword with another~~ of ~~Wes' throws~~.	+	You sit up and reach forward to use your free hand to try and grab the panties back, but you realize you are sitting on Wes. You look backwards and see him looking at you, a little pained at the sudden fall. By leaning forward, your butt is propped toward him, your cheeks completely bare. You pull your hand back and cover your backside, sliding off of him.

-	~~The man yells~~ and ~~backs more. "Augh! Bitch!" You slowly stand to spray him more directly, and then the man~~ moves toward ~~you. You did not expect it, and in a moment~~, you ~~are pushed back to the doorway~~. You ~~would stumble and land on your back, but he has grabbed your shoulder, as well as~~ the pants in your ~~other hand. You drop the spray can~~ and ~~try~~ to ~~push away from~~ him.	+	Wes turns away from you and moves toward the next room, signalling you should follow. You hold the pants in front of your crotch - luckily there is plenty of fabric to work with - and sidle to him. In the next room, Wes closes the door and keeps his eyes on the wall. "That was crazy. Who was he? Does he own this place?"

-	Wes is at the ~~door with~~ you, ~~pushing~~ at the ~~old man~~. You ~~have a moment respite~~ to ~~think -~~ you ~~could [[Joemdpusholdman5\|~~ push the ~~old man]] hard~~ to ~~let go of~~ you, or you ~~could~~ [[~~Joemdkicksoldman5~~\| ~~kick him~~]] ~~before pushing - you still have boots~~ on ~~after all~~.	+	"Who knows." You say, and shift behind a desk. You sit behind it and pull the pants up your legs. You figure it would be faster just trusting Wes looking away, but you already feel incredibly embarrassed showing him your bare bottom. You realize it is first much too long, though that was expected. You roll the pant legs up. Then, you notice the waist is much too wide for you. You fold them over themselves and use the suspenders tightened as far as they can go to clip the folded waistline of the pants over. It billows out at the legs strangely, but it fits your waist more or less. As you stand, you notice the larger issue is still that the suspenders are too large, even tightened this far. Since they are still the only thing really keeping the pants up aside from a bit of your hips, the pants sit a little loose and low on you. They won't go down any farther, but if you tilt them forward a bit more than you want of the V of your pelvic line is revealed. If you tilt them backward, half your crack is exposed. In fact at perfect rest, you are pretty sure some of your crack is already exposed. You want to fold the pants more, but the suspender's clasps don't want to grip that thick of fabric. You decide to just adjust on the fly.
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		+	"Are you ready? I can already hear him moving around. He probably knows this place better than us. We should run."
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		+	You stand up. The suspenders do another thing for you. Your tiny tube top now has an extra protection - the suspenders themselves push against your chest, and also keep you from nipping through the leggings you have tied. You look to Wes, who is still staring at the wall.
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		+	"I'm ready." You say. He looks to you, trying not to size you up it seems.
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		+	"Nice pants." He says.
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		+	"Nice shorts." You say, and realize you are staring at them, or more of, the skin around them. You look around the room again. There is not much here. Furniture of some sort has been piled in the area, but you do not want to barricade yourself in. Without your paint, all that is left really is to go, which is unfortunate, but true.
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		+	"Where to?" Wes asks. "Should we just [[Joemdrunsforwindow6\| book it]] for a window, or full on just actually try and out [[Joemdsneaksout6\| sneak]] this guy? I don't even hear him anymore."

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-	~~WIP old man falls, pulls down panties. kick again and back away. put on clothes.~~

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	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>		<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
-	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> boots, tubetop made of black shredded leggings ~~and black bikini style panties~~</td>	+	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> boots, tubetop made of black shredded leggings, Wes' loose pants, suspenders</td>
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	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>		<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
-	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> ~~Fighting! No time for thoughts!~~ </td>	+	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Feeling a bit more in control </td>
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	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>		<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
-	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> ~~suspenders, Wes' pants,~~ knife, pepperspray </td>	+	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> knife, pepperspray </td>
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Zaick — Fri, 04 Sep 2015 03:58:20 GMT

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You hold the garments close to your chest and move to the next room. Wes is next to you, looking back to see if anyone enters the room. You feel the smallness of your panties as you move, and with the added speed, you feel your chest bounce against the tied leggings. You look down every few seconds to see nothing has popped out. Without looking where you are going, your face runs straight into a wall.

It is not your proudest moment, but you do manage to take in account what you thought then was most important. You hold your chest as you spin your back to the wall, getting your bearings for a moment. You hear yelling just ahead of you. Wes? You look up and see you are beside the next doorway. Wes is in front of you, backing up. There is an older man there with a sword - a sword! Wes backs to where you are.

"Come to get gutted?" The old man snarls. As he does, Wes dives into the bag and pulls out both planks, throwing them at the man. The man turns his shoulder to the planks and shrinks back. Wes then grabs the paint cans and throws them. You hold his arm.

"We gotta-" Wes begins, but you take the top off one and just start spraying the man's head and arm. He drops his sword with another of Wes' throws.

The man yells and backs more. "Augh! Bitch!" You slowly stand to spray him more directly, and then the man moves toward you. You did not expect it, and in a moment, you are pushed back to the doorway. You would stumble and land on your back, but he has grabbed your shoulder, as well as the pants in your other hand. You drop the spray can and try to push away from him.

Wes is at the door with you, pushing at the old man. You have a moment respite to think - you could [[Joemdpusholdman5| push the old man]] hard to let go of you, or you could [[Joemdkicksoldman5| kick him]] before pushing - you still have boots on after all.

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WIP old man falls, pulls down panties. kick again and back away. put on clothes.

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<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> boots, tubetop made of black shredded leggings and black bikini style panties</td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Fighting! No time for thoughts! </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> suspenders, Wes' pants, knife, pepperspray </td>
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Zaick at 02:41, 27 September 2015

Zaick: Created page with 'You hold the garments close to your chest and move to the next room. Wes is next to you, looking back to see if anyone enters the room. You feel the smallness of your panties as …'