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 Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 8:06 pm
He made sure she was out of the way before he too got up and followed behind her, grabbing his jeans and shaking them free of sand before slipping them on. The black man immediately went to gather up the knife and shovel again, since he knew they'd need them.
"We might be able ta' fix it...but it's gonna need some work," said Jamal as he rolled one of the mangos over to where he could grab it easily and put it under an arm. They'd need it for bait, should they fix the destroyed pit.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 8:19 pm
Antony nodded, and once fully dressed, she turned and started into the jungle, making a beeline for the trap.
It was a walk she would have much rather made with food in her stomach, but she didn't have that luxury. So she kept moving until she got there, eyes glancing over the trap critically.
She saw the blood, and then the tracks, heart leaping for joy before she noticed that they also were lost once the animal walked on foliage. "Damn," she grunted.
Her eyes went to survey the trap with a frown, "Maybe if we supported the sides with sorts of braces to prevent another cave in..." Sighing, she tried to think of something that would help dry out the bottom of the pit, or maybe make it more solid, stronger. "Maybe add rocks in the bottom to help support the spikes? I don't know..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 8:25 pm
Rocks...that would take FOREVER. It could help, but he wasn't sure. He sure as hell wasn't an engineer.
"Maybe if we use mo' bamboo on da sides...put 'em right in da corners and then maybe a few spaced between against da sides...then try ta put bark o' somethin' between da wall 'n da bamboo there ta hold da dirt back..." He was trying to think of a dam-like apparatus, but wasn't sure if it would work.
The discomfort in his neck was forgotten about as they tried to figure out this newest problem. God damn, he just wanted a ******** burger.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 8:40 pm
"Yeah, lets try that first... I'll go back to camp and grab the rest of the bamboo. Try and find something to do what you were saying." She looked contimplative for a moment before turning her heel and heading back to camp.
Once she was there, she gathered up two of the long, thicker bamboo stalks that could be clearly cut in half and still be useful for braces.
It took her a while to get back to Jamal, and she set down the bamboo stalks down next to the hole, wiping the sweat from her brow.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 9:09 pm
It had been at least a week since Stewart had last seen any traces of civilization. Other than meeting up with Colche, he hadn't seen any other humans for quite some time. Little did he know, but his changes had not only occured physically. The goat inside of him was really beginning to show. Not only had he been eating anything that wasn't firmy attached to the ground, but he had been thinking of things that would give his poor mother a heart attack. What made it even worse was the fact that the physcial manfistation of his...erm, problem still hasn't gone away. But he was ripped out of his current fantasy by the sound of voices nearby. To make it even better, the voice sounded female. Now determined to find out if others were nearby, he started jogging.... Finally, he came across two people doing something with bamboo. One happened to be a very fine looking female. "I re-" Stewart was about to mumble something very dirty when he noticed all that bamboo they had. For some reason, he was really feeling like eating some of it...
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 9:32 pm
Since she could not see Jamal anywhere, and it was definately not ghetto speak, Antony blinked back and was surprised to see someone she had never met before. Wiping newly formed sweat from her brow she raised an eyebrow at the guy with horns growing from his head.
"Yes?" She didn't really like the way that he was looking at that bamboo.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 9:53 pm
Stewart could hardly believe his luck, he was alone with a very hot girl in the middle of a forest. He almost started giggeling like a thirteen year old boy who had just discovered Playboy for the first time. But he managed to stop himself. "So uh... What are you doing with all that bamboo?" After he said that, he almost smacked himself for sounding so stupid.... Oh well, hopefully she'll still give me some of that bamboo. He thought as he looked at her, but he was having a really hard time keeping his eyes on her face.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 10:05 pm
Antony was about to brush this guy off and continue to work on the trap when her eyes came across quite a familiar sight. She blinked and stared, absently wondering why someone stranded on the island would dip into the Viagra.
Maybe he thought it'd work like a compass? And uh, help him navigate the jungle? This guy didn't seem to be the brightest crayon in the box.
Her eyes dragged away from his little friend and she looked pointedly at the half collapsed trap. "Need to fix the trap."
Sadistically, Antony moved one hand to lift the bottom of her tank up to wipe some sweat from her chest, eyes watching for his reaction. Then she asked him a question, "And you are...?" Just to see if he could focus on more than one thing at once.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 10:16 pm
Stewart's widened as he watched her, he had never felt this way before. And his erection still hasn't gone away, if it was possibly he felt like it was getting worse. Turning a dark shade of red he said "Fathe- Er, Stewart. Stewart Y-Young. What's yours?" He still couldn't figure out why she needed a trap for. But that thought was quickly relpaced by many, mostly dirty, ones.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 10:23 pm
"Father?" She questioned, eyebrow raising futher. Well that would explain it. A priest. A way to contain the crazy people of the world. Crazy people who for some reason never wanted to have sex.
Obviously this guy was failing at that urge.
And since Antony wasn't one to ignore the pink elephant, she cleared her throat and eyed the wood pointedly. "I meant his name actually, but mine is Antony."
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 10:35 pm
Stewart finally figured out what she was staring at. He attempted to cover it up with his hands, but that only made it look like he was touching himself. "Am I eh.... Is it supposed to have a name?!?" He asked trying to figure out if it was normal male behaivor or not.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 10:49 pm
She shrugged, apparently not phased by the fact that he had a p***s and it was hard. "Some do, but not all." Though, one had to admit, this was a strange situation to be horny without stimulation in.
Getting down onto her hands and knees at around halfway in the middle of the bamboo stalks, Antony pulled out the knife and began to cut them. It didn't bother her that he could probably see down her shirt. In fact, she made sure to push her shoulders a bit more together just to tease him.
"Why the problem then... Father?" Antony made sure to speak his title in a sultry voice, eyes glancing up at him through her bangs.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 6:40 pm
Stewart was still confused about the p***s naming, but he could worry about that later. He reached over to grab a leaf from a nearby tree as he leaned foward to get a better look at the trap "So... What exactly is that trap for?" He asked nibbeling on the leaf. Noticing that he not only could get a better view of the trap, but he could look down her shirt at the same time. It was almost too good to be true.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 7:30 pm
This guy had to be kidding right? Antony looked up at him with a sort of 'what the ********' stare, raising an eyebrow. "Uh... To catch food."
She gave him a 'duh' look before returning to cutting the bamboo, shaking her head. Jeez, people on this island were ******** stupid.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 8:32 pm
Stewart was digusted at that thought. Even the thought of eating meat was enough to make him gag. He wasn't sure why really, but he really started noticing it after he changed. He paused for a second to pluck another leaf off the tree but before chomping on it he said "Why not just go find fruit in the forest. That sounds much less barbaric to me..." After he finshed saying this, he began to eat the leaf he grabbed.
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