Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 13, 2010 15:16:37 GMT -5
Israel went back to the boat and carried out one-third of her wares, the ones most perishable. She headed back to Greece and gave him a barrel of citrus fruits and a bag of seeds. "Citrus needs water to grow. Water routinely" The tan woman says, holding out her hand for the trade.
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Post by Heracles on Aug 13, 2010 15:20:03 GMT -5
Greece nodded and handed her over a barrel of fish, a few cans of olives, and a jar of oil. He took the wares he was trading for and stowed them with the rest of his supplies. He probably should have thought to trade with people sooner, he would have had more food by now for his people.
He looked back at Israel and nodded, giving her a small smile. "Would you like to come in for dinner? That trip would take it out of anyone."
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Israel
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Post by Israel on Aug 15, 2010 11:08:17 GMT -5
Israel quickly puts away her wares and listens to Greece's offer. The trip did tire her out. But Greece's whelp...
Ancient Greece had captured Israel after Ancient Greece's prime. Thought the women had been around the same age, with Israel slightly older, Greece had managed to keep her hold until Israel's people revolted. Even during that time, Israel remembers Ancient Greece, alreadly slightly off luster because of Ancient Rome, holding a small boy, the man before her.
Israel nods. "I am honoured to accept your offer of dinner, but may I please eat the food that is accepted by my dietary laws?"
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Post by Heracles on Aug 15, 2010 17:58:38 GMT -5
Greece nodded, beckoning her into the house and onto the terrace where he took his meals. It used to overlook a valley with a view to die for. Not it was as desolate as the rest of the world.
He pulled out a chair for Israel and gestured for her to sit down. He went into where he had prepared dinner and brought it out. It was very basic, simply fish, olives, and some wine.
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Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 20, 2010 14:46:04 GMT -5
Israel became saddened at the sight of the ruined house. This was the same house that she had been held captive in for a short time but was barren.
As she sat and ate her dinner, Israel looked at the Corinthian colums, cracked, ruined, yet still beautiful.
"This place is a diamond in the rough." Chewing her olives, she looked at Greece wisely. "May I stay for the next few days? I believe I can help you with something."
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Post by Heracles on Aug 21, 2010 22:44:45 GMT -5
Heracles was surprised by the request and the slight widening of his eyes showed this. But he just returned to eating with a nod. "You are welcome to...stay as long as you like." He said, not even looking up at her. For some reason he found himself shy around her. Probably because he remembered her from his childhood, he reasoned.
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Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 21, 2010 23:12:15 GMT -5
Israel smiles at the boy. If she was human, she would wanted a boy just like him. But, alas, she wasn't and having a child as a nation was generally bad for your health. "I shall retire shortly to bed, but I will give you something first." The older nation retrieves a bottle of red wine. "A toast, perhaps?" She asks Greece.
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Post by Heracles on Aug 21, 2010 23:30:29 GMT -5
Greece smile slightly and nodded. Then he finally placed it, why he felt so shy around her. She reminded him of his mother. Mother had always reminded him to be seen and not heard so his first instinct around this woman was to act like a quiet child again.
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Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 22, 2010 0:05:32 GMT -5
Israel finished her glass of wine and began washing the plates. Out of her eye she observes Greece. No, she will work hard with this rpoject of hers. She had to. She couldn't leave that little boy in ruins, could she?
"Greece, I shall get up early tomorrow. Don't be alarmed." She says, waiting for him to show her to her room.
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Post by Heracles on Aug 22, 2010 0:26:45 GMT -5
Greece got up and waited for her to follow behind him. Somehow the house had retained most of it's covering when the blasts has hit. He attributed it to the open one story layout of the place. He led her through the columns, some still intact and some partially gone, to a room that was as richly furnished as could be expected. Though it still looked lavish in a decrepit way.
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Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 22, 2010 0:42:34 GMT -5
Israel smiles as she sees the old room. She had been in it a few time and was happy to see it was mostly there. In fact, the ruin added to the charm.
Turning to Greece, she says a quick thank you before trying to make herself a bed.
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Post by Heracles on Aug 22, 2010 0:47:01 GMT -5
Heracles nods and exits the room, glad that she found it to her liking. It had been one of his mother's favorite rooms and one of the few to really survive the fallout. He made his way to his own room and bedded down for the night. He missed the days when he would instantly be covered in a blanket of cats as soon as he layed down. But he put the cares behind him and fell asleep.
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Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
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Post by Israel on Aug 22, 2010 1:01:08 GMT -5
Israel awakes before dawn, her green eyes awake and alert. After bathing in the sea quickly, with gun in hand in case of a shark, the woman begins looking for her olives. After gathering some, she takes her sore of flour and water, making a bread with olives in it. Locating an ancient kiln, she puts the bread to bake before setting a table with olive oil in a dish and some vinegar she found in a casket of Greece's in a can.
With breakfast being made, Israel starts cleaning the kitchen with the lye soap she had. After scrubbing the kitchen clean, the green-eyed woman quickly sets the table with the bread in the middle and waits for Greece to awaken.
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Post by Heracles on Aug 22, 2010 13:50:37 GMT -5
In the dimension between sleep and wakefulness Heracles heard the meow of a cat and could smell the damp, clean earth. But on the same level he could also sense the deafening silence of the real world and smell the sterile odor of the nuclear wasteland that was now his home.
Instead of trying to hold onto the dream where everything was back to the way it was if not perfect, he slowly pushed his way into the waking world. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes he stretched and noticed something odd.
There was a cat on his chest.
Granted, it was a mutated nuclear cat, but it was a cat. He put a hand out and scratched it behind the ears tentatively, surprised when it purred and butted it's head against his hand instead of scratching the shit out of him.
He shrugged it off and picked up the cat, padding down towards the kitchen where he could smell things cooking.
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Israel
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She's like those people who get abused and then go psycho.
Posts: 47
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Post by Israel on Aug 30, 2010 13:20:54 GMT -5
The kitchen is clean, breakfast is ready, and Israel hears a meow. Looking at a cat, surprisingly mutated, she picks it up and scratches it. Then she sees another and laughs. "These must be Greece's famous stray kittens." Sitting down on on a old chair, she gives the kittens some non-brined sardines, and pets the while they eat. Israel hears shuffling and says, "Good Morning." to the newly awakened boy.
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