The Scarlett Hotel – Chapter 1 – Another Fine Mess

The Scarlett Hotel – Chapter 1

Another Fine Mess

Griselda sighed heavily as she looked in to the empty bar of the Scarlett Hotel. Another day, another mess to clean up. This was her life now: or rather, her afterlife.
If she had known back in 1922 what a vacation at the Scarlett Hotel would cost her, Griselda would’ve stayed in the stifling heat of the city. She never would have accepted the position as a companion to a maidenly aunt. And never met … him. Her feet shuffle across the hard wood floor of the hotel’s bar as Griselda carries the cleaning supplies deeper into the room. Exhausted, she drops everything to her feet and slumps down on top of a large, wrapped lump lying on the floor. There is nothing she can do until they are moved out of her way. Last night was one hell of a party. He was in rare form. Anton is quite the charmer, especially back in the Summer of 1922. To a young, innocent girl like Griselda, the worldly aristocrat could do no wrong. She fell hopelessly in love with the tall, dark Duke the moment she espied him in the lobby of the Scarlett Hotel. Her heart stopped when her Aunt Matilda introduced them and he kissed her hand. Griselda nearly fainted when he asked her to dine with him that very night.

Their days were filled with long walks in the dense gardens, lazy umbrella-covered boat rides on the lake or picnics beneath the shade of weeping willows. Anton spun mesmerizing stories of his world travels, read poetry from well-worn first editions and kissed her breathless.
Even in the hot July days, Anton always dressed in a fashionable suit, gloves, hat and sunglasses. At first Griselda associated this with his European upbringing, but Anton assured her it was simply sensitivity to the sun. His pale skin, dark hair and hypnotic eyes just made him all that more handsome. Griselda was wined and dined on champagne and elegant cuisine each night and then danced until dawn. Although Griselda was there to work, Aunt Matilda was ecstatic over Anton’s fascination with her niece. If anything, Aunt Matilda seemed almost relieved.
If Griselda hadn’t been so blinded by Anton’s charisma and attention, she would have remembered Aunt Matilda was not a nice person. Griselda was not her aunt’s first paid traveling companion. There was a long list and they never remained passed one trip and were never heard from again. The family said they all ran away since Aunt Matilda was such a vile person.
On a starry night, beneath a full moon, when Anton asked her to spend the rest of her life with him, Griselda thought she died and gone to heaven. Heaven it was not. She managed to croak out a barely audible acceptance before Anton gathered her in his arms and kissed her long and hard. The kiss left her dizzy and flushed as he peppered soft kisses on her face, along her jaw and down her neck.

And then … Unconsciously, Griselda touched the two puncture marks on her neck and heaved another heavy sigh. Damn Aunt Matilda for selling her off to a Vampire for wealth and immortality. Damn Anton for taking an innocent girl’s dreams and turning them into nightmares. And damn herself for thinking such a sophisticated man like Anton could ever love a frumpy girl like Griselda.
Anton did confess after the deed was done that he had not meant to turn her into a creature of the night. He did truly care for her; as much as a Vampire could care for anyone. She was merely payment for a bargain her aunt made with him decades ago.
Now, Griselda was stuck here in this haunted hell of a hotel and relegated to maid status for all eternity. She rose slowly to her feet as the Zombie bellboys entered the deserted hotel bar and dragged out the bodies that were the unwitting ‘party favors’ for Anton’s guests the night before.
My job is to clean up the aftermath. Griselda cursed at the Zombies as their carelessness left a trail of blood in their wake. With a grunt, Griselda dropped a soaking wet mop on the wooden floor and began the backbreaking job of scrubbing it clean.
Another fine mess.

THE END

Clothing

Outfit: Sorumin – “Sexy Maid Gacha” (Maitreya)

Corset: GizzA – “Passion and Glory [Female] Corset” (BoM, store closed)

Tights: Izzie’s – “Tights Black” (BoM)

Shoes & Socks: friday – “Suzy T-Straps (Coal)” (Maitreya)

Accessories

Earrings: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Earring Mads all linked” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Piercing: Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Duster & Headpiece: LiViD – “The Bloody French Maid”

Hair & Makeup

Hair: Epoque – “Ever – Genetic” (store closed)

Face Art: Nefekalum Tattoos – “Hunger #01” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials)

Wounds: -Lepunk- – “Burn Face” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3”

Wounds 1: [POUT!] – “Ouch! My Chest – Chest Injuries” (BoM)

Wounds 2: Ladybird – “Bite Marks – Lighter” (BoM)

Wounds 3: Ladybird – “Gripped – Fading” (BoM)

Wounds 4: NEON – “Bitten – Body Bites (Full)” (BoM)

Poses, Props & Tools

Poses: selfmade

Room: DRD – “Scarlett Hotel Ballroom/Theatre Rezzer v1.0” – NEW @ Scarlett Bay

Deco Set 1: DRD – “SH – Le Basilic” – NEW @ Scarlett Bay

Deco Set 2: DRD – “SH – Barnett” – NEW @ Scarlett Bay

Deco Set 3: DRD – “Scarlett Hotel – “Bistro” – NEW @ Scarlett Bay

Deco Set 4: DRD – “Scarlett Hotel – Bar Royal” – NEW @ Scarlett Bay

DRD – “Scarlett Hotel – Grande piano – Opened” – NEW @ Scarlett Bay

DRD – “Scarlett Hotel – Office – file cabinet” – NEW @ Scarlett Bay

DRD – “Scarlett Hotel – Lobby – Luggage cart” – NEW @ Scarlett Bay

DRD – “Scarlett Hotel – Lobby – Luggage”

DRD – “Chartbusters – broom static”

[ContraptioN] – “Props: Wrapped Corpse Set BOXED”

22769 – “Rusty Bucket – COMMON”

{what next} – “Housekeepers Box Decor (cream)”

Story

Anne Daumig

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Sweet & Soft…

One week to go, then I finally have holidays – just one more week… *dances around*

With all the new jobs and Covid-Numbers are growing again like mad, my real life went upside down and my time for Second Life became really limited. I hope I can be online more constant again, after the holidays now that the jobs got some “routine” and are not anymore so time intense.

I had a little girly-goth moment when I did the pictures for todays post… I have to admit, I really enjoy that sweet and soft Gaia head from LeLUTKA sometimes *winks*

It is nice to have a little selections of different heads and play different characters – that gives me a lot more freedom for different styles and looks without letting Wicca loose her character.

These days it seems I need some kind of complete freedom or looks, styles and picture ideas. Maybe that is the reason why I do experiment a lot with a few of the other amazing LeLUTKA heads and as well with some of the BeSpoke heads – yes, I do have done a few with those, too, that I will post soon. I do not know if that makes sense, but over the years I developed Wicca into a character with her own twists and edges. I mean in the end it is me and I am the one operating her, but she is just once side of the real person behind the screen. Most of us are in Second Life to spend our free time here with fun, excitement, creativity and freedom to do what ever we want as long as we stay legal and law abiding. It does feel wrong to put Wicca into a ballgown ir have her sweet and girly looking, especially because of her trademarks. The silver eyes, being browless, having all those scars she got over the past years and all those special body mods – I just donut want to loose that on her anymore. I was modeling in Second Life for so long and changed my avatar to all kind of looks, but Liam tired of that and I like Wicca how she looks now, so why I should change her, just because someone doesn’t like what she is? It is my avatar, my personal vision. So only me has the right to make or suggest changes on her. I never really thought about that and it never felt as important to me than the past few month – maybe because RL put so much stress and instability on me, I wanted something that only me has the right to choose? But yes that is one of my personal proposals for 2022 and on going 😉

For today I would like to drag your attention to a few amazing designs made by my favorite creators. The amazing dress you can see on the pictures, was made by AsteroidBox. The “Zoya” dress is an amazing, short dress with a sweet little harness and waist corset on top. The HUD is the same as always for AsteroidBox and you get so many amazing choices to combine colors and patterns with the fatpack.

The “No_Books” hair is a cute, loose style from no.match and I guess I used the “Unicorn” color HUD with all the different pastel colors *laughs* , but for that special look it was just perfect. The “Farseer” glasses became to one of my favorite ones. I do love the squared glass and the ornamented temples a lot, they make them look very unique.

The amazing makeup and eyeshadow were made by a wonderful, creative Lady. She runs her own brand “Rubedo” for a few month now and you can find her all over the grid on the best events. What I love is her versatility and how she adapts her designs to various event themes without loosing her trademark. She works a lot with light and pastel colors – even if I sometimes would desire something deep saturated or darker shades – most of them I can make work with Wicca’s face, too.

I really enjoyed my sweet soft moment, but it will stay an exception – I do love Wicca the most and I do have no plans to change her look anytime soon 😉

7 Days until Christmas!

Clothing

Dress: AsteroidBox – “Zoya Dress” (Maitreya Petite)

Stockings: Violent Seduction – “Psyche Stockings (Black)” (BoM)

Shoes: .{PSYCHO:Byts}. – “Naamah Boots” (Maitreya)

Accessories

Glasses: [CX] – “Farseer Glasses – Silver”

Septum: [CX] – “Epistaxis Septum (Clean)”

Piercing: Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Earrings: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Earring Mads all linked” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Ear Lobes: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Inazuma Plug” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Nails: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Tormento*::” (Maitreya, Bento)

Bag (incl Arm Pose): AsteroidBox – “Stud Clutch Bag – Right hand (1)”

Garters: NaaNaa’s – “Nareen Garters” (Maitreya)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: no.match – “No:Books (size 1)”

Eyeshadow: Rubedo – “Isabeau” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Face Art 1: Rubedo – “Chloress” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Face Art 2: Nefekalum Tattoos – “Hunger #01” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials)

Lipstick: [Cubic Cherry] – “{Tenuous} Lipstick” (Lel. EvoX Applier)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Gaia 3.1″

Skin: [Glam Affair] – “Miho Layer Fair C” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3” + “Add-On Petite V1.1”

Tattoo: .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo Moth ( Dark )” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Poses, Props & Tools

Backdrop: Paparazzi – “BACKDROP – Neon Nightclub 1”

Deco 1: 10T&Co – “Vintage Chocolate Vending Machine Gray”

Poses: Diversion

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Wicca’s Originals @ SL Holiday Shop & Hop // December 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ SL Holiday Shop & Hop // December 8th – January 2nd

Pandoras Box

Pandora’s Box There is something seriously wrong with me!

Normal people do not spend hours upon hours every weekend shifting through flea markets and antique stores looking for jewelry to re-purpose. But me? It’s a compulsion. An obsession.
Not only is it my passion, but its how I make a living. Because God only knows, waiting tables 10 hours a day doesn’t keep a girl in the essentials like food and heat. So I need to supplement my income.
When other girls my age are out partying or glued to their boyfriend-of-the-week, I am hunched over trays and boxes of discarded jewelry, looking for buried treasure. Rather than get wasted every night at the clubs, I create unique designs from other people’s rejects.

Over time, when the seller’s see me coming, they pull out boxes and containers they have set aside just for me. At one booth they even scribbled ‘Pandora’s Box’ on the carton. It was meant as a joke, a nod to the Greek mythology of the infamous box that contained all of mankind’s evils and temptations. Thanks again Mom for the name. I may be a joke to them, and, yes, I know that’s how they see me, but where they see junk, I see beauty. I deconstruct earrings here, a necklace there. Rings, pendants bracelets – all become fodder for my imagination. Shoe boxes are filled chains, gems, lumps of gold and silver. All waiting for a new life.
So every free moment I can spare is spent at my work table in my tiny apartment, with my tools and soldering gun, repurposing what everyone refers to as ‘junk’ jewelry. When I am finished, a one-of-a-kind piece is born.
They must look pretty good, because a customer at the restaurant raved over the craftsmanship when I told her I made the ear piercings I had on that day. She gave me her business card and told me if I can provide one hundred quality pieces by the end of the month, she will sell them in her boutique.

That was on the 19th of the month. No pressure there. So for the passed eleven days I have worked my fingers to the bone, literally. Cuts, nicks and burns decorate my hands, but I am finished. Today’s the day I take everything to the boutique and set up the special display case she cleared out just for my jewelry.
With each piece carefully wrapped and packed in a plastic container, I take the subway downtown. For a few minutes I stand across the street just staring at the upscale shop, wondering what the hell I have gotten myself into now. There is something seriously wrong with me.
Tina sees me through the window and waves me in with a smile. She oohs and aahs as I unwrap each necklace, bracelet, broach and earring set I created. We spend the next hour arranging each piece onto velvet trays and display mannequins. Finished, I step back and cannot help the smile on my face, despite the butterflies’ dive bombing my stomach.
I thought this day would never come, but there it is. My creations, all my hard work, on display for all to see and purchase. No way could this day get any better. Until …

The bell over the door rings to life and two very stylishly dressed women enter, chatting endlessly about some exclusive party in two days. Tina greets them warmly, so I assume they are returning customers. I panic when one woman stops, freezes before the newly stocked display case and falls silent. Worried, her companion turns and she, too, is stunned to silence.
My heart lodges in my throat and I am ready to run for my life, but I am a deer caught in headlights. I wait for the laughter, the scorn, the inevitable dissection of my soul. But in the next heartbeat chaos fills the silence as the two women explode in a shopping frenzy.
Soon they were selecting clothing to go with the jewelry – MY jewelry. I look like a cartoon character with my jaw hanging open and my eyes bugging out. These cultured, sophisticated women are shopping to showcase MY jewelry. I sneak a peek at Tina and she gives me a knowing smile as she helps makes suggestions from the high end clothing she sells.
Soon, nearly a third of the inventory I brought to the boutique is purchased and the women are happily chatting about how everyone will be green with envy when they show off their new jewelry. No way could this day get any better. Until …

Tina brings out dark red tissue to carefully wrap the jewelry, along with several white boxes. On the lid of each box, beautifully scripted in the same dark red, are two words.
Pandora’s Box.

Sizes: Rigged: LeLutka EvoX Female/Human + Unrigged Version
HUD: 10 Metals

Event Location: SL Holiday Shop & Hop 2021

Clueless… Defenseless… Extradited…

Clothing

Outfit: ERSCH – “Ruby Suit” (Maitreya) – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Stockings: Viena. – “Nana Fishnet Leg Sleeves v4” (BoM)

Shoes: cinphul – “reincarner [boots]” (Maitreya) – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // November 2021

Accessories

Eye (right): {Aii&Ego} – “+ Oculus Oatch R +” – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Ear Lobes: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Inazuma Plug” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)

Face Chain: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Evil Claw Septum ( R )” – NEW @ Kinky // November 2021

Piercing: Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Gloves: [CX] – “Ruffian Arm Guards” (Maitreya) – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // November 2021

Nails: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Tormento*::” (Maitreya, Bento)

Garter (think): .:Avanti:. – “Mina Garter (L)” (Maitreya)

Garter (thin):  [CX] – “Chimera’s Delight Garter (Black)” (Maitreya)

Garter (barbwire & nails): MIDNA – “Lola Garter” (Maitreya)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: no.match – “No_Tendencies” – NEW @ The Arcade // December 2021

Face Art 1: Hexed – “Ice Queen” (Lel. EvoX BoM) – NEW @ Winter Spirit // December 2021

Face Art 2: Nefekalum Tattoos – “Hunger #01” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”

Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3” + “Add-On Petite V1.1”

Tattoo: .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo Gratitude ( Dark )” (BoM) – NEW @ Kinky // November 2021

Poses, Props & Tools

Backdrop: Paparazzi – “Underground Stairs” – NEW @ Equal10 // November 2021

Poses: Diversion

Deco 1: MADRAS – “Skull Ground Decor”

Wolfs: CURELESS [+] – “Little Red Wolf”

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

“But I got Cat Class and I got Cat Style”

TUNES

Black and orange stray cat sittin’ on a fence
I ain’t got enough dough to pay the rent
I’m flat broke but I don’t care
I strut right by with my tail in the air
Stray cat strut, I’m a ladies cat
I’m a feline Casanova, hey man that’s that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can

[- Stray Cats -]
Clothing
Top: AsteroidBox – “Anya Top” (Maitreya Petite) – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // November 2021
Pants: AsteroidBox – “Iris Shorts” (Maitreya)
Stockings: .:Avanti:. – “Ripped Nylons – v1” (BoM)
Socks: *katat0nik* – “(dark) Boot Socks” (unrigged)
Shoes: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Skull Rider*:: Stompers” (Maitreya) – NEW @ Men Only // November 2021
Accessories
Bindi: Wicca’s Originals – “Carvis Bindi” (unrigged)
Ear Accessories: Wicca’s Originals – “Sharira” – NEW @ Kinky // November 2021
Collar: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Choker Erald Bolt” (unrigged)
Gloves: [CX] – “Ruffian Arm Guards” (Maitreya) – NEW @ The Warehouse Sale // November 2021
Nails: [CX] – “Essential Dirty Claws (Original)” (Maitreya, Bento)
Knee Pads: {PSYCHO:Byts} – “Fury Burn – Knee Pads” – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021
Hair & Makeup
Hair: no.match – “No_Hawk”
Eyeshadow: Rubedo – “Zenia Eyes 06” (Lel. EvoX BoM)
Head, Body & Tattoo
Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Inez 3.1” – NEW @ Mainstore
Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”
Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3” + “Add-On Petite V1.1”
Tattoo: .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo Creed ( Dark )” (BoM) – NEW @ Uber // November 2021
Poses, Props & Tools
Backdrop: Paparazzi – “BACKDROP – Loading Bay 2”
Cats: [Rezz Room] – “Box Bengal Cat Pack”
Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // November 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // November 28th – December 23rd

Beneath the Skin

The subway train sways roughly, but everyone took it in stride. The car was full, every seat occupied. No one made eye contact, but she felt the disapproving and judgmental stares, just the same.

Sharira wrapped her arm around a metal pole to balance against the jerks and lurches as the train sped along the tracks. She was used to people looking down their noses at her. All her life Sharira was seen as … different. You never really get used to it, but just learn to live with it. She gave up caring what people thought about her a long, long time ago.

So what if her hair was dyed pitch black and she wore heavy black eyeliner and black lipstick. Her wardrobe consisted of black, black and, well, black. Yes, she had tattoos; each and every one represented a deep and profound meaning in her life. And the piercings, mostly on her head, but also a few discreetly hidden that would never see the light of day outside the privacy of her tiny efficiency apartment.

She ran the tip of her finger over the newest addition; a spiked ear cuff with a pierced ring and barbell, both connected with fine, delicate chains. The guy was an artist and worked out of the hole-in-the-wall tattoo shop where she got all her ink.

Slowing as it approached the next station; the train came to a shuddering stop. Passengers surged to the exit and Sharira rode the wave like an experienced surfer rode a ten foot curl. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.

In a spaghetti string tank top, denim skirt and heavy combat boots (all black, of course), summer in the city is oppressive. The ten block hike to work from the station doesn’t help, but Sharira always arrives at work an hour early. Today is no exception as she bounds up the concrete steps and pulls open the heavy door.

It’s early, but there are a few people milling around the common area. They call her name and wave as if they haven’t seen her in years, even though she just left them yesterday evening. She stows her purse away in a locker and grabs her coat before she pays her first visit

She quietly pushes the door open to peek inside and finds Mrs. Gerhardt awake, staring out the window; her eyes shiny with unshed tears. Sharira tiptoes quietly inside and places a small wooden box on the small table that hovers over the elderly woman’s hospital bed. A gentle lift of the delicate lid and the soft melody of Edelweiss pings from the small music box.

The old woman’s tears flow freely now, but a soft smile graces her wrinkled face as sweet memories temporarily wash away the constant pain. No words are needed between them as Sharira holds a frail hand and strokes the woman’s hair in a slow, comforting motion.

It won’t be long now. The patients that come to this hospice don’t have long – days, maybe a week or two, but never more. Treatments are over. Medication exists only to ease the pain. The only thing left is comfort and compassion. Mrs. Gerhardt’s eyes drift closed as she falls into a light sleep, the soft smile still on her face.

Just as quietly as she came, Sharira slipped from the room to let the woman rest. She already planned to stay the night at the hospice. Mrs. Gerhardt would not see another sunrise and Sharira didn’t want her to be alone at the end.

In the hallway, Sharira slipped into her white coat as she walks purposely toward the center station. The nurses on duty have all the charts and updates ready, along with Sharira’s morning dose of caffeine. They know her so well. The people here, staff and patients, look past her outward appearance and see only the person beneath.

After a healthy sip of the strong brew, Dr. Sharira Merlin is ready to start rounds

Sizes: rigged for LeLUTKA EvoX – Female/Human Ears
HUD: 10 Metals

Event Location: Kinky // November 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // November 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // November 23rd – December 18th

Reality bites!

I remember the Zombie apocalypse movies and televisions shows from Before. Those were nothing compared to life After. But I always knew Hollywood was full of shit.
Some might call me psycho survivalist or a fanatic, but in the end I am alive and they are all dead. Ten years in the army, in the worst conditions possible, prepared me for this. The After has been a long time coming and I made damn sure I was ready for it.

The only thing I failed at was protecting my family. Lost Mom during my second tour in Afghanistan, but Pop was still going strong raising my kid sister and brother in Brooklyn. During one of my leaves, I built a damn good bomb shelter in the basement of the family home. Before I shipped out again I made sure it was well stocked with provisions.

The night the world went to Hell, I was video chatting with Pop and the twins, who had just graduated from high school. They were all so damn happy. All I needed was a few more weeks and the bunker would have been ready for all of us. Instead, the last I saw of them was their smiling faces huddled in front of Pop’s computer before the flash that knocked out everything.

Took me months to get back to the city. I carried the hope that Pop managed to get them down to the basement and into the bunker before the worst happened. That hope turned to ash, much like my childhood home when I finally arrived. I dug through the remains until I found the door to the bunker and opened it with a combination. No one made it inside.

So I packed up all the supplies I had stocked there and started back to my remote bunker, just me and Whiskey; the mongrel mutt I rescued from an animal shelter when he was a puppy. Half canine, half bear, but one hell of a guard dog. Quiet as hell, too, for a dog the size of a small pony.

It will be sunrise soon and it’s suicide to travel during the day; too easy to be seen. My boat is filled with the supplies from the family house and I don’t dare risk being seen during the day. I know a place in the city I can hide the boat and wait out the daylight. Whiskey will alert me to anyone approaching.
The old warehouse had completely collapsed, but otherwise looked sturdy. Over time the debris had settled and left pockets where a body or even a dog could squeeze in and find shelter. But as we approached, Whiskey’s ears perked and he stopped and stared at a tiny dark spot. I moved in cautiously and found a small form hiding in the recesses.
Her thin, burned face and bloody hands did not compare to the fear in her eyes. Before I could offer any assurance of safety, Whiskey jumped ahead of me and stood protectively over her small frame. Hackles raised and teeth bared, Whiskey alerted me to the imminent danger. With a hand gesture order to stay and guard, I quietly covered the small cubby hole with debris and moved to high ground where I could see what or who was coming.
Soon, two men came into view dragging a body between them. They striped the body clean of every piece of clothing then shoved it off the end of the dock. Then they began to fight amongst themselves for what they had just scavenged. One man grabbed a loose board and began to beat his companion. The other, disoriented between blows, still managed to pull out a makeshift weapon and jammed it into his companion’s stomach. Both men fell to the ground and after an eerie silence, neither man moved.
They were both dead. I had seen enough of it in Afghanistan to know what it looks, smells and sounds like. Quietly, I left my vantage point to return to women’s hiding spot and slipped inside my hastily built shelter. She sat huddled close to Whiskey with fists full of his fur and her face buried into the dog’s massive chest.
Since the men were only a few yards away, she had to have heard and seen everything. I slipped inside the shelter, but stayed as far away from the terrified woman as I could. I rummaged through my knapsack and pulled out a couple bottles of water I retrieved from Pop’s house and a few protein bars. Carefully, so not to startle her, I slid a bottle and bar toward her with my foot.
On a metal plate, I broke apart a second bar and held it out for Whiskey. The food was gone in seconds. I emptied half my water bottle onto the plate for my dog while the girl remained frozen by the canine’s side. Once Whiskey was taken care of, I made short order of my own meager breakfast, careful not to look at the woman directly.
I did see her slowly reach for the food and water and clutch them to her chest. She drew up into a tighter ball, keeping Whiskey between her and me. That was fine. I could not blame her. But when she whimpered in pain trying to open the bottle of water, that nearly broke me. Her hands were so torn up she could not manage the simple act.
I held out my hand and waited. Whiskey took that moment to stretch out and bump my hand with his head. With a smile, I obliged my faithful friend with a scratch behind the ears. This is one smart dog, because by showing me his trust, he showed the woman she could trust me as well.
Cautiously, a trembling hand passed over the water bottle. I took the bottle and unscrewed the cap enough so she could manage the rest herself. She snatched it back and took what looked like a couple painful swallows. How long had it been since she had water?
She tore at the bar with her teeth and managed to tear it open enough to get at the food inside. Damn, I thought Whiskey ate fast. Between bites and gulps she stared at me warily, expecting me to attack at any second. Can’t blame her for that either.
Using my knapsack as a pillow, I rested as best I could, but always conscious of my environment. Whiskey laid his head over his massive paws and went to sleep. The woman struggled to stay awake, but finally exhaustion won out and she fell into a deep slumber against the dog’s back.
By the time she woke up I had torn my tee shirt into bandages and cleaned and dressed her hands. Ointment from my kit was carefully applied to the burns on her face. This is all I dared to do for now. I couldn’t risk her waking and running. When darkness fell, I left her with Whiskey on guard and another bottle of water while I scouted the area.
When I returned, she was staring at her hands in disbelief as her body shook and jerked in an odd way. It took me a moment to realize she was crying. No tears fell, clearly too dehydrated to expend the dampness from her eyes.
I gathered my things and silently signaled fo Whiskey to follow. The dog nudged the women’s arm with his nose before he rose and followed me from the shelter. I waited outside until I saw her inch forward the opening to peer out at me. An outstretched hand was my silent offer, for I dare not risk even a word of comfort with danger still around us.
Wide and fearful eyes stared at my hand for a long time before her eyes shifted to my bare chest. The night was still hot, so I was not uncomfortable without my shirt. I had my durable pants and boots that never let me down. Her oversized shirt was torn and dirty, but it was long enough to protect her.
I was patient. The decision was hers to remain or come with me. We were both alone in this new world. I am not going to lie. I wanted human companionship. Female companionship. But I wasn’t going to take anything that was not offered.
I looked out at the once great city and knew it was the last time I would ever see it. Life Before is just a memory. I looked down when I felt her hand slip into mine. She slowly stood and stared up at me. The fear was still there, but not directed at me, but for the future before us.
This was a new and strange world for both of us. I offered her a reassuring smile as I led her to the awaiting boat.
One step at a time.

– The End –

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Legacy[M], Gianni, Jake
(one full version and one coat-cut included – matches the Scavenger Coat)
HUD: 10 Colors & Metals
Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // November 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Wicca’s Originals @ Salvage Station // November 20th – December 20th

The world has ended. There was once a Before. Now it is just After.
At least, the world we knew. When food was a matter of walking into a store or pulling up to a drive through window. When water and power was piped into your homes and the Internet was a source of communication and entertainment. It’s all gone now.
The radiation left the ground barren and broken. Food now comes from the only other survivors of the apocalypse – the cockroaches. Clean water doesn’t exist – water barely exists. I am lucky to find water at all.
Supplies of any kind are long gone. The looters saw to that. What little I have I stole from the dead, including the shirt off a corpse’s back. My sneakers barely have any rubber sole left and my toes are already poking through ever growing holes. I am no better than a vulture picking bones clean. I am a scavenger…
Back in the time Before, I was beautiful. My skin had a peaches-and-cream glow and was soft as silk. Once long, golden blond hair crowned my head. I was carefree and happy. My parents had money and I lived a charmed and privileged life.
Now After, my face is scarred by radiation burns and my skin is so badly cracked that it’s bleeding. Only chopped and uneven brittle strands of hair peek out beneath a filthy cap. A plastic bag holds my few precious possessions.
Everyone i knew is dead. My parents and grandparents were all at some gala/fund raiser/charity event -whatever the cause of the month was, while I was in the underground parking garage where we lived. One minute I was getting out of my Mercedes and the next the building seemed to collapse around me. How I survived, I will never understand.
There is nowhere safe. It is too hot to move around by day, so I have to find a small hole or tiny space in a collapsed building to hide and sleep. I know what will happen if I am caught by one of the gangs. I know what they do to women. I know all too well.
Soon I will be ready to leave the city. It’s taken weeks to gather what I need and make my way to the docks. Better to take my chances in the wilderness than here among the other survivors who kill for no other reason than they can. I learned to sail when I was young and can handle a sail boat on my own. If I can make it out of the city, I will head for the ocean and …
What was that noise? I clutch my meager belongs to my chest and draw up into a tight ball. If I stay small and quiet, maybe they won’t find me. Just maybe i can survive another day. Just maybe … <gasp>
… to be continued …
Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite, Flat), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky). Legacy[M], Signature Gianni, Belleza Jake
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals

Event Location: Salvage Station

We are the warriors that built this town…

As a child you would wait
And watch from far away
But you always knew that you’d be the one
That work while they all play
In youth you’d lay
Awake at night and scheme
Of all the things that you would change
But it was just a dream
[- League of Legends -]

Clothing

Outfit: Black Cat Creations – “Genesis Suit” (Maitreya) – NEW @ Abstrakt Event // November 2021

Shoes: L’Emporio – “::*Zohar*::” (Maitreya) – NEW @ Man Cave Event // November 2021

Accessories

Mask: Butanik83 – “Scavenger Mask” – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Collar: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Choker Erald Bolt” (unrigged)

Bullet Belt: Bauhaus Movement – “Ella / Dust Bullet Female”

Belt: Asphyxya – “Army Belt Female 1.2”

Backpack: DRD – “Wasteland Backpack – HERS – Brown”

Hair & Makeup

Hair: DOUX – “Joya Hair Style [S]”

Face Art:  Nefekalum Tattoos – “Hunger #01” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials)

Head, B0dy & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”

Ears: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Athan II” (Bento)

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3”

Arms: DRD – “Dark Night Arms”  (Maitreya, Bento)

Tattoo: .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo ( Dark ) Game Over” (Lel. EvoX BoM)

Dirt: persephone – “apocalyptic // body dirt – full” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials) – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Poses, Props & Tools

Location: Bartertown

Scenery: Dirty Rat – “Bell Shelter / DECOR” – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Weapon: [lvl.9] – “The Loaded Question”) – NEW @ Salvage Station // November 2021

Rats: JIAN – “Classic Rat Collection”

Dog: Rezz Room – “Imperial Doberman Animesh V2”

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Insatiable Hunger

Hunger. Hunger is my passion. Hunger is my existence. Now, hunger is my curse. Hunger is my punishment. Eternal hunger. Once, food was plentiful. I would gorge myself on the sweet, succulent meat. Their fear made the flavor all that more tantalizing. I did not eat out of need or survival. I ate because I could, because it was there. My gluttony drove my hunger and hunger drove my gluttony.
I was insatiable. My hunger was uncontrollable. I devoured them all. Large and small. Young and old. So delectable, I could not stop.
They bred so often and so quickly, I never considered the tasty morsels would be no more. Millions upon millions upon millions. So much food. There is nothing left now. Gone. All gone. The seemingly endless supply of food – gone.
The bones are picked clean and left as a taunting reminder of what once was and will never be again. Bones scattered everywhere I look. Snap and crack as I walk over them. Dry. Brittle. Tasteless.
No more food. There will be no more. I ate it all.
Hunger is my punishment. Hunger is my curse.

Clothing

Outfit (incl. Claws): ::Static:: – “Hexxus Symbiote {Black}” (Maitreya) – NEW  @ Necrotize // October 2021

Corset & Collar: [CX] – “X3n0-Qu33n – Red” (Maitreya) – NEW  @ Necrotize // October 2021

Shoes: EUDORA3D – “Kali Stilettos” (Maitreya) – NEW  @ Necrotize // October 2021

Accessories

Glasses & Headpiece: .Evil Baby. – “Biomechanical Set” – NEW  @ Necrotize // October 2021

Septum: [CX] – “Epistaxis Septum (clean)”

Piercing: Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)

Mask: Badwolf – “Suspiria Mask female” (rigged for EvoX) – NEW  @ Necrotize // October 2021

Collar: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Disorder*:: -Choker- f.”

Jewelry: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Bionic*:: Sci-Fi Jewels Set”

Back Legs: [The DeadBoy] – “Raxlas Claws” (Bento) – NEW  @ Necrotize // October 2021

Hair & Makeup

Hair: Sintiklia – “Lou Bento Fitted”

Face Art:  Nefekalum Tattoos – “Hunger #01” (Lel. EvoX BoM, Materials)

Head, Body & Tattoos

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”

Ears: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Damned Ears Size 1” (Bento)

Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3”

Tattoo: Germinal – “After Dark Tattoo faded” (Lel. EvoX BoM) – NEW  @ Necrotize // October 2021

Poses, Props & Tools

Deco 1: WLS – STYX BOAT 7

Deco 2: MADRAS – “Skull Ground Decor”

Story

Anne Daumig

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin