CYOA Page 273
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lumy12Much as it sucks to admit defeat, you're certain this is the right spot. You even remember that little cluster of purple flowers you were looking at when you did your business. You stare at them now rather than meet Joel's gaze. "It's gone," you confirm dejectedly.
He mutters something unintelligible, then sighs. "You're sure I was only sleepin' for a few minutes?"
"Positive."
"Tch... I s'pose it don't really matter. We were... distracted, for a good long while."
"Not that long," you protest.
"Long enough for someone--" He cuts himself off and turns around.
"What? What is it? ...Did you hear someone?" You look around and see nothing out of place.
He turns back to you, frowning. "No, but I got a bad feelin'. Let's head back in. Here, take this." This being a pistol about the same size as yours.
But you shake your head and take a step back. "No. No way. I lost mine, so... I don't get to have another one. Obviously you can't trust me to--"
"For chrissakes, Ellie, just take the damn thing," he groans.
"I'll take the bow. That's big enough that I can't lose it."
"Fine. Take it." He unslings the bow and the quiver of arrows and thrusts them at you. "Let's get back before... shit. You see that?"
"What?"
"Movement. Inside."
You look, but... "Are you sure it's not just reflections of--"
"I saw it through the broken window there. You can bet they're about to take off on our horses."
"The fuck they are! What are we waiting for? Let's--"
"We ain't gonna barge in there. This way..." Joel motions for you to approach the house from the side, where they're less likely to see you coming.
The two of you creep back there as quickly as you can, mindful of the windows. Joel peeks inside and ascertains that there's no one in the house now. Together, you peer cautiously around the--
"Hold it right there!" Joel bellows to the man standing in between your two horses, just in front of the paddock. Not exactly close! Joel trains the rifle on him. "Move away from there. Slowly."
You swing the bow around and pluck an arrow from the quiver, just in case the guy decides to make a run for it. He takes a couple steps... in the wrong direction! He's backing up, hiding behind Joel's horse... Motherfucker's probably going to get up on mine in a second! You just TRY it, dude... You've got an arrow ready for him.
And he heeds your unspoken challenge! Quick as a flash, he's up and off -- galloping straight back, no doubt relying on the hope that you'll be reluctant to shoot at your own horse. "I got this," you tell Joel, but he's already running to his horse. To chase the guy, you guess? Get a closer shot? "I got this!" you repeat, louder.
Quickly! Aim... aaaaanndd... zing! Your arrow strikes the hunter in the back, between his shoulders, and he topples off your horse. You look at Joel... and you don't know if he didn't have time to mount his horse before you made your shot, or if he trusted you enough to give you the shot, but he's just standing there next to Summer, watching. "Good job, kiddo!"
The approval in his voice is just as satisfying as hitting your target -- if not more so. You beam at him. "Thanks! He's not dead, though..." It looks like the dude's trying to get up.
"Don't waste an arrow. I'll finish him off." Joel starts jogging toward him.
"Be careful!" You assume the guy has your gun, and possibly his own. And what if there are other hunters around? You look around and still don't see any... and Joel is acting like he doesn't see any... but you never know!
Joel doesn't even waste a bullet; he just crushes the hunter's skull. Probably not as painless as a bullet through the brain, but he's dead now, so he didn't suffer long. The arrow is a goner too, you see. "We need to get outta here," Joel announces. "I get the feelin' there's a larger group nearby."
"Great -- so we're making enemies on this trip, too!"
He crouches beside the fresh corpse to search the pockets. "Not necessarily. No one knows we're here."
"I guess... Hey, can you do that whistling thing to call Lucky back here? I can't do it loud enough."
"...So you want 'em to know we're here."
"No, I want my fucking horse back!"
He comes up with a revolver, some ammo, and... a stone? Which he tosses aside. (People carry the weirdest things in their pockets.) And then he obligingly lifts his fingers to his mouth to do that loud whistle you haven't mastered yet.
"So he wasn't carrying my gun, huh?" You don't bother to hide your disappointment.
"No, but this one ain't bad. I bet we'll find yours in one of the bags." He hands you the new gun. "Let's take a look."
You tuck the gun into the waist of your jeans. Lucky is trotting back toward you now; you can search his saddlebags while Joel searches Summer's. But before the horse even reaches you, Joel's turning around--
"You found it!" He's holding the holster up, gun included. You bounce over to him and practically jump on him. "Thank you thank you thank you!"
"Calm down," Joel chuckles, but he indulges you with a hug and a kiss before getting back to business. "Put this back on an' let's--"
"I think you should put it on me," you say in your best ~flirtatious~ voice.
"Ellie--"
"What? On, not off. Putting things on is perfectly innocent!"
"Not when you're usin' it as an excuse to get me to put my arms around you."
"Do I need an excuse?" you pout.
"Right now? Yes. 'Cause we've spent more than enough time here as it is. Now come on." He pushes the thing at you and walks off, so you either have to accept it or let it fall to the ground.
"Fine," you grumble as you start to strap the holster belt back on. "I guess I should just be glad you're not mad at me. ...For losing the gun, I mean. ...Right?" I need another holster for the second gun... and I guess I'm keeping the bow... soon I'll be a walking arsenal, just like Joel!
You realize Joel didn't answer you. "Right?!" you repeat a little louder. "Hey, where are you going?"
"Gonna do one last sweep of the house. Stay where you're at," he warns -- like he expects you to follow him in there and force him to make out with you some more? "An' stay alert."
You wait for him impatiently. You don't think he's really mad at you, but should you be worried that he didn't answer a direct question -- twice? Well... you suppose it was an indirect question. Maybe it was the way you worded it. You were assuming that he's not mad, and just looking for confirmation. ...which he failed to supply. So IS he mad and he just figured he'd better drop it now, because he wants to get going and doesn't want to have to listen to me beg for forgiveness that he doesn't want to give me yet? That strikes you as something he might do... Oh, here he comes! You take a quick look around, hoping he doesn't realize you were just staring at the porch the whole time he was inside the house.
Joel strides over to your horse to put away something small that was left behind... the little sandwich sack, you think. "You ready?" he asks you distractedly.
So... IS he mad, or... You decide you can't stand the not-knowing. "Joel, you didn't answer me before."
"Hmm?"
"I asked if you were mad at me."
"...You did?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry... I don't even recall you askin'."
"Well, I mean, I pretty much did... just not in so many words... and you didn't answer. ... ...And still haven't answered, by the way."
He snorts and shakes his head.
"What?"
"You're such a girl."
Ouch! "Am not!"
"Yes you are." And then he smiles, and walks up to you...
...and you can finally relax, because he's clearly not mad at you -- he takes you in his arms and gives you a very sweet, tender kiss. "Does that answer your question?"
You want to tell him no, that you need more convincing, but you do recognize that now isn't the time, and you don't want this to end on a sour note of rejection (even if it's just rejection for business reasons). You smile. "I think so, yeah."
"I do want you to be more careful, though."
"I totally will be," you assure him. "I'll never take this thing off. Even when I pee!"
"Uh... I think you can make an exception for--"
"No, see, cuz I'm gonna borrow your dick for that!"
"Oh, that's right."
"Especially since you just called me a girl. I gotta... counteract that somehow."
He laughs softly. "Nothin' wrong with bein' a girl. You're my girl." He kisses your nose before letting go of you. "Come on, let's get a move on."
Your insides went all warm'n'fuzzy when he called you "his" girl. It's not like he's never said that before... or something very similar to that... but he doesn't say that shit all the time, so... it's like a rare treat?
I'm his girl, and he's my man, you think happily (and sappily). Someday, you'll graduate to being his woman... but being his girl is still pretty fucking special. And it looks like he's not even going to punish you for fucking up! How sweet is that? I'll be SO careful the rest of the trip... I'll even fucking out-Joel JOEL at being careful...
Now you just need to figure out how to temporarily detach Joel's dick from his body so you can... utilize it when needed. Hehe, that sounds naughty... but hey, this will probably be the only way you get to play with it for the next year and a half!
If you'd like to start another adventure, return to page 1.
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Annie
Date: 2020-05-29 08:02 pm (UTC)Re: Annie
Date: 2020-05-30 12:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-08 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-08 07:35 pm (UTC)TLoU CyoA Story Journal Review Thingy:
Basically my thoughts inbetween each of the pages/chapters. So yeah... here we go!
Page 1
Ok. The 2nd person was a bit off putting at first, but I've thankfully quickly acclimated. Dang, this really reminds me of real CYOA books, this is awesome!
Decided to go with the romance route first of all, will definitely need to read it at least a 2nd time as father-daughter tho'.
Page 2:
Obviously I gotta tell Joel. May not be nothing and I ain't taking no risks.
Page 6:
Thank Cheddar Cheesus it was just a squirrel. Or was it!? I think so, but we outside and anything's possible.
Let's go for a cottage, that seems like it mught be more discreet. Perhaps we'll manage to avoid or spy on hunters if there are any. Bank seems more likely to have infected, same as a restaurant screams David to me. I ain't ready for flashbacks.
Page 14:
A cute lil' page, was nice seeing Joel and Ellie just chilling on a break, as we never really got to see them in their downtime suring the game. It was rare anyway.
Probs best to move on now, an always take a longer break when they're settling down to actually sleep.
Page 31:
Goddamnit you tricked me! Hahaha. Gg. Alright, Page 27 it is.
Page 27:
That was a long one. Again, it's cute to see them just hanging out and taking a break for once.
However, should probably wake him up, after all I DID try to get them to leave a couple pages ago lol.
Page 56:
I don't remember Ellie taking a pish at all? Shit. Uhm. I'ma guess she didn't go that far so she must be at the right spot. I ain't risking getting mauled by a bear or some shit. If we can't find ghe gun I'm sure Joel can spare her one of his many guns lol.
Page 273:
Oh... that's the story done? Ok then. Interesting. I'll definitely be doing some more adventures then. Onwards! Oh and the whole Ellie borrowing Joel's dick was a great running joke lol.
Not gonna lie tho'. Scary thoughts have been put in my brain cause of it. The idea of removable body parts freaks me out, so removable penises is just... ugh. *Shivers*
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Date: 2020-07-09 03:24 am (UTC)And weird as it seems, I got so used to second person in the 10 months it took to finish this thing that third person now feels foreign to me, lol.
Carlos
Date: 2021-04-29 01:06 pm (UTC)Re: Carlos
Date: 2021-04-29 01:27 pm (UTC)