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 Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 2:19 pm
Setting: Deep in the jungle, along the bank of one of the many rivers on the island.
Chana wondered vaguely how it was possible to get lost following a river. Maybe it was because she'd gone upstream when she left Joliette? Whatever. It had been...a long time since then.
The beaver girl was sitting with her back to a tree, gazing up at the sunlight filtering through the canopy and chewing on a twig. It didn't taste like much of anything, but it made her stomach feel less empty.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 1:40 pm
Stewart has managed to get himself lost...Again. He had planned on hiding out in the woods to make sure that Antony's "******** buddy" wasn't lurking around. But a few wrong turns later, he had no clue where the fark he had ended up. But from what he could hear it sounded like he was near running water... Could he be near the beach again? No, it sounded way too fast for that. Walking out the the forest he found himself suddenly on the bank of a river. Not noticing Chana, he started walking closer to said river to see just how deep it was.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 1:51 pm
Chana had slipped into a relatively peaceful state, watching the birds and animals, listening to the river...and the crashing of someone. It had to be one of the other people stuck here...even the bigger animals were quieter than they.
Then she saw...horns?...glinting slightly in the light. She didn't know...
...wait. Now he'd turned just enough for her to recognize. Stewart. The preacher. And he'd clearly gone through a bit since they'd last spoken.
"Hello Stewart," she said.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 2:16 pm
Stewart has reached the river, "s**t" He muttered looking down at the river it was too deep for him to cross. Yes, priests wern't supposed to curse, but he was alone s-. Just as he was about to finsh his thought, he heard a voice.... Could it be Antony? Had she trecked though the jungle to find him?!? Looking around he discovered the beaver girl sitting down near a tree and no Antony... Hadn't he met her before? Yes! Chana was he name, but she hadn't looked so... furry the last time they'd met. "Oh hello Chana, did you get lost too?" He asked still wondering where he was.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 2:21 pm
Chana shrugged, wondering offhandedly why Stewart seemed so...distracted. "Yeah...though I'm sure if I just follow the river I'll find that campsite again."
He really seemed nervous about something. "You okay?" she asked gently.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 2:37 pm
Was he okay? How he wished he was okay, if anyone was confortable in the middle of some forest turning into some animal. He would really want to meet 'em. But he was jerked out of this throught when she said campsite. He had to ask if she was there, "Campsite? Who's staying there?" Dear god. He heardly knew her. Why couldn't he stop thinking of her!?!
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 2:41 pm
Chana was a little concerned at how...enthusiastically Stewart had responded to her comment. He hadn't struck her as being so...so immature and impatient before.
"Um...Joliette was there with two women I hadn't met before...I think she said their names were Awen and...Lana?...Laura...Lauren, I think." Had there been someone else? No...she didn't think so...and her raft didn't count as a person, much as she missed it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 3:24 pm
"Hmmm," He started pausing, not even noticing how she was looking at him. "Was there a girl named Antoinetteat the camp too?" He asked hopefully, even if she wasn't he really wouldn't mind being in a camp with only other girls. And if she wasn't in this camp...Would that mean that there was more than one camp? Man, he was really starting to feel left out now...
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 3:30 pm
"No, there wasn't," Chana responded automatically. Wait a moment...Antoinette? As in...Antony?
Instead of giving voice to her...worries?...fears?...suspicions?...Chana settled for something a little less...prying. "Are you sure you're okay?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 3:52 pm
Thought he tried to hide it, Stewart couldn't stop from looking very dissapointed by this fact. And he had gotten his hopes up as well, but mabye someone else there would know where she was! Fat chance of that though... Was there something wrong with him? His boner had finally gone away, so it couldn't be that. Finally he asked "....What do you mean by that?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 4:17 pm
Chana chewed her lower lip nervously. This was sensitive ground she was about to tread on. And ow. Chewing on your lip with big honking rodent teeth was a bad idea.
"Well...you're kind of...um...you're acting like a girl about to go on her first big date," she babbled, then flushed. That really wasn't what she meant to say...oops.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 5:01 pm
Stewart opened his mouth but then paused. Just what on earth was she talking about? What did girls act like on first dates? Man, what he wouldn't give to go on a date with Antony. Snapping himself back to reality he said looking confused "I'm sorry, but I have no clue what you're trying to say"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 5:07 pm
Stewart was so...focused...it was clear he wasn't paying much attention. Except to some words...
Oh. A logical explanation flashed into Chana's mind. She'd seen this so many times before, she felt ashamed to have taken so long to recognize the symptoms.
"Who is she?" Chana asked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 5:54 pm
Stewart turned a dark red when she said that last part. "Who is s-she? No one, there's no one. Heh heh..." He said looking around nervously, he had to be the worst lair ever
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:03 pm
Chana felt a warm satisfaction as Stewart blushed furiously. And then he tried to cover it up. She couldn't help it, she started giggling.
"You..." she paused to try and get her breath between giggles, "you are a terrible liar. And I'll sit here all day if that's what it takes to pry it out of you, so you might as well tell me who she is."
Never get between a girl and the gossip, Chana thought.
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