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 Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 12:44 am
"They are," he growled in response to her first inquiry, this time taking this as complete permission to get a little hands on experience. It was his turn to let fingers trail across her stomach, but they didn't stay there for long. Soon they traced around to her back, ghosting lightly across her shoulderblades, teasingly flitting towards her chest but never -quite- getting to there.
As she scooted closer, he let his chin drop to the gentle curve of her neck where it met collarbone and littered that area with slow kisses as he went up towards her ear, then down her jawline. At the same time as this, his hands gently carassed the nape of her neck, then headed south by coming over her shoulders and down her front.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 12:57 am
Thank the gods for experienced men.
Several soft noises escaped her lips, and she arched her back in reaction to several of his... Ministrations. Her right hand instinctively moved delicately down his side and then to the front, continuing where she had left off earlier.
Tilting her head back to allow him better 'access,' Antony's left hand moved back behind her to grip whatever fabric, blanket, or pillow possible. Meanwhile, her occupied hand had long since gone to expertly work on both the button, and then zipper, of his jeans.
Thank You, Captain Morgan.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 1:08 am
Jamal was only spurred on now at the reaction he was receiving, his lips now pressing and exploring with increasing urgency to her own to feel the combined sensation of cool metal from her lipring and the warm flesh of her lips.
As her deft hands worked at the waistband of his jeans, his remained stationed at the top, the ties of her bikini top unraveled with a simple tug.
The consequences of this night would be determined at another time....but for now all was thrown to the wind. There was nothing else but here and now.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 9:26 am
By the time Jamal had woken up, all general signs of Antony were gone, save a short note taped to the Captain Morgan bottle. Scrawled in her script-esque handwritting was written: Note Thanks.
Remember, duplex 30.
-Antony
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 3:31 pm
Jamal didn't awaken until early afternoon, thanks to complete exhaustion stemming from his late night, early morning escapade. Holy s**t, had it been a long a** time since he'd been so fully spent and enjoyed every second of it...this was way more like the normalcy he'd left behind in Detriot. Nothing like drunken, spur-of-the-moment sex to perk one's mood sky high.
He rolled over with a grunt, clumsily patting the bed with eyes shut as he tried to wake up Antony, but when he didn't feel anything, he cracked an eye and found himself alone. Oh...well, that wasn't unusual; he was completely used to waking up and finding his partner had took off. If anything, it meant he wouldn't be hampered by potential awkwardness and stupid questions.
With another grunt, he pulled himself into a sitting position and surveyed the room. Snack food was all over the floor, most of the bags crunched flat and rendered pretty useless for consumption unless one wanted powdered Doritos, and the two lonely and very much empty liquor bottles that had started the whole thing stood at the edge of his bedside. It was then he noticed a piece of paper on the bottle of Captain and he reached out to untape it from the smooth glass.
The wording was simple and to the point, so it only took a moment to read. He grinned to himself and scratched his chest idly before putting the note away in the beside table's drawer. Duplex 30...he'd have to remember that. For now, however, he needed to attend to the brewing hangover he could feel growing. The best cure for a hangover?...
He reached down to the floor and blindly groped around until he found his jeans from the night before and from it plucked his bandana package and from that he took a joint. Nothing like a good high to counteract a hangover.
The black man lit up right there in bed, half-covered by his twisted blankets, and demurely blew smoke rings against the ceiling.
This could be a very good day.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 4:50 pm
((Let me know if this is interrupting anything - I'll delete it if so ^^; ))
It was late, but there was a small plastic pot filled with soil on Jamal's doorstep. A bow of simple gardening twine had been tied around it, and a small green seedling was sprouting in the center of the pot.
The pot was sitting on a note:
Dear Jamal -
Thank you for your kindness. I hope the holidays found you well, inasmuch as that is possible here - please forgive the lateness of this gift, but seeds do not sprout on any schedule but their own. This sprout will grow into a zinnia plant with yellow flowers. Simply place the pot in sunlight and water every three days or so.
~ Anjali
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:06 pm
Jamal_Reedy After a long day of lazing away and smoking some dope, Jamal decided it was time to eat something and hopefully put the slight hangover he had at bay. He was freshly showered, wearing a clean pair of dark grey jeans and a black tank, and once again had most if not all his bling in proper order. When he came into the cafeteria, he had not been anticipating a fight of any kind and especially not one between two of the women villagers. Once he saw who was involved, however, he wasn't -that- surprised. "Oh jesus ********' god," he muttered. Did he really want to get involved in this? This...was vaguely entertaining in a way. Nothing like a good catfight to bring more joy to an already promising day. However, he felt the fight was somewhat unfair, being that Joli had claws and while Antony was an animal of another sort, he wasn't sure that she'd match up well against claws and fangs. He didn't want to see damage inflicted on the goods, that was sure. Against his better judgement, he moved in to intervene, trying to get between them both by clasping a hand firmly on the wrist of either woman to try and stop them from landing another blow. "A'ight you two, knock it da ******** off b'fo ya get too much blood on da floor. Gawd damn, I ain't gonna be cleanin' it up," he muttered in a level tone, not really attempting to make a joke. He didn't want the cafeteria trashed as it would suck if the Doc decided they didn't need it, just like he decided they didn't need the alcohol at the beach bar. Joliette Rigiel Joliette moved her body with the twisting of her arm "Tell that to her Jamal" Joliette said angrily, "she started this" her claws didn't ease on the wrist, Antony was going to have to let go first. She was prepared to keep defending if she had to Antoinette Devereux Antony sneered at both her and Jamal. Like hell she was going to let a man intervene. She didn't need his help. <******** you cuntface!" The woman hissed, fighting against Jamal's grip as well as the lizard's. If Jamal wanted to stop this, he would have to forcefully drag her off the b***h. So without further adieu, Antony forcefully brought her knee up and into the girl in front of her. She could care less where it landed by now. Jamal_Reedy "I don't ********' care who started it," Jamal said loudly with very tangible annoyance. He wasn't here to help anyone in particular but himself. "But I'll be damned if yous both screw up somethin' else fo' me jus' 'cause ya wanna brawl in onna' da buildin's." It was obvious that Antony was going to be the one to give the most problems in seperation, so Jamal tried to slide himself between the pair as best he could, letting Joli's wrist go and latching onto both of Antony's. "Let 'er go, Joli," he practically barked, having little sympathy if he hurt anyone's feelings, and tried to push Antony backwards to create space. Very unfortunate for him, he managed to get between them well enough that Antony's kick landed very squarely in a very sensitive place. He gave a very loud "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" squeak and nearly dropped to his knees, a look of very intense pain flitting over his features. Joliette Rigiel Joliette didn't take too well to orders but she did loosen her claws, her yellow tongue flicked and she smelled the blood in the air from the punctures her claws had made, she would fully let go only when Antony did, she didn't even notice where Antony's kick may have landed Antoinette Devereux If it was one thing Antony knew, it was the pained cry of a man who just got nailed in the family jewels, and a look of pure 'oh s**t' came across her face.
She had just injured her possible ******** buddy in the worst place ever. ******** you Irony!
Her hand let go of the other girl's as she violently jerked her right free as well, not caring if she got injured further. Chest heaving, Antony harbored a look of burning anger remaining from whatever she was fighting about. She also had an expression of guilt and remorse for her mislanded kick and Jamal. She really hadn't meant to kick him.
Thankfully, Antony could no longer see the lizard girl through the heighty black man in front of her, and her rage began to subside, arms going loose in his hands. "Well ******** class="clear"> Jamal_Reedy Jamal's eyes watered painfully as he staggered forward with Antony's swift movement to jerk her hand away from Joli. He let her wrists go and immediately dropped them down to his crotch, hunching forward slightly as though it would help the pain spread to other parts of his body. It didn't, however. He sucked in a sharp breath and resisted the urge to make another squeal and instead let off a slew of cursing that would have made a sailor blush. At least the two girls were seperated. He wasn't sure if he could do anything more at this point, thanks to his delicate condition. Joliette Rigiel Joliette let go of Antony as well and took a step back her yellow tongue flickering picking up all the scents of hte gernal area, and too angry to even feel nautious as she folded her arms. Certainly she felt bad for Jamal, though she knew it was partly his fault for the 'injury' "oh mon deu" she sighed Antoinette Devereux Antony ignored lizardgirl entirely and watched Jamal with a horrified expression plastered onto her face. A quick intake of air with her jaw shut made a sort of hissing noise as she winced with the curse words, not because they offended her, but because her chances of fixing this were looking slimmer and slimmer. Reaching out tenatively and slowly as if approaching an injured animal, Antony cautiously placed the hand attached to the bleeding arm on his shoulder. "I didn't me... Sorry." It was all she could really do for the time being. Jamal_Reedy "Ah...I..know," he managed to sputter as he tried to stand up straighter. oh gods, he was going to feel the effects of this for a LONG time. Normally when someone got him in the groin like that, they were marked on his shitlist for a -long- time, but that was generally because they were frigid bitches who decided it was funny to cripple a man with a blow to such a sensitive area. He was trying so hard to not look like an absolute baby, but his expression of @O@ killed that illusion effectively. "I...I think...I need a smoke," he whispered as he leaned forward again. Joliette Rigiel Joliette turned and clumped tot he counter and found a dishtowel that had been left there and went to the salad bar and scooped some ice that was there into it. bunching hte top she walked back tot he pair and held it out to Jamal. "Here... might help" she said her yellow tongue flicking out and in at hte end of the sentence Antoinette Devereux Good, he wasn't going to hate her forever. There was still hope! His next comment made her chuckle softly as she stepped closer to him, in case he wanted to nonchalantly lean against her shoulder or something. "Guess I owe you now..." she muttered, forgetting that Joli was in fact still there. Until her voice was heard a little too close to Antony for her comfort, and she ground her teeth in visible agitation. After a bit, she finally held out her bleeding hand and motioned her to hand over the ice 'bag.' Her eyes remained firmly on Jamal, not even moving to look at her. She didn't know if she could get her rage under control again if she did. Out of sight, out of mind. Antony could only wish. It was right about then that she became vibrantly aware of the wounds on her arm, but she pushed that towards the back of her mind and focused on Jamal for now. She had been through worse. Jamal_Reedy Jamal didn't dare look to see what Joli had in her hand, fearing it might be something that he really didn't want near his already bruised nether region. God damn, he was going to demand Moreau send him a sports cup for the next time he decided to get in between two ladies intent on causing great bodily injury to each other. He did take the opportunity to lean into her shoulder to steady himself, then absently thought she smelled good whilst he was there. The black man didn't stay there too long, as the pain was slowly ebbing into a persistant throb instead of a knee-shattering, make-you-cry-like-a-baby stabbing pain, and again stood up shakily. "Well. Lets not do dat again, yeah?" he managed, trying hard not to make it come off as he was pissed, because he wasn't pleased. Who would be in that situation. Joliette Rigiel Joliette rolled her eyes slightly "Okay, you're man enough for no ice then" she grumbled and dropped tied the towel on the floor, she had no intention of handing anything to the woman who had attacked her, she still had no idea what hte name of said woman was.
With a grumpy mumble she turned her back and fetched her laptop opening it to see if the woman had cause d her to damage it... so help her if she did... fortunately the top of hte line model she had bought hadn't suffered any damage Antoinette Devereux Only once Jamal was steady enough on his own two feet did she allow her eyes to evaluate the damage the wench caused her. Turning her arm around while inspecting it, Antony was pleased to see that while her wrist was a mess, none of her tattoos had been marred. Laptops are replacable, but tattoo work? Not so much. Joliette lucked out. Fine by her. Antony kicked away any ice that had managed to land close to her and Jamal's feet so that neither would trip on any of it. "Why not Jamal? You had so much fun." Her tone was dry, but a slight smile tweaked at the corner of her mouth to show that she was most definately joking. Sighing, Antony debated taking off her shirt to wrap her wrist with, but decided that this was not the time nor place to do so. "C'mon," she grunted, grabbing her bag full of fruit before motioning towards the door with her left hand. She could take care of him back at her place, it was her knee after all. "You can smoke at my place." Jamal_Reedy Jamal grunted irritably at Joli and gave her a look that clearly showed his unappreciate for her lack of compassion given what he had done for them (oh he's such a martyr). "A'ight," he said to Antony's offer. He'd probably get in trouble for covering the place in pot smoke anyway if he lit up here. It was just the walking part that he wasn't sure about. Joliette Rigiel Joliette's previous experience with Jamal and this one did little for her compassion towards anyone just then. He hadn't even bothered to look at her and had been more concerned about him then her. Forgetting her entire need for food she turned and left without a word. She was seriously not having a good week, she tried to help someone and had gotten attacked... just joyful... she'd done nothing to Chana and got sworn at..she just wanted to hide away till after her birthday now.. "perhaps I will" she mumbled to herself as she disappeared from teh cafeteria Antoinette Devereux The trip from the cafeteria to her duplex was a long, tedious journey, but eventually they arrived there. Unlocking the door, Antony hurried inside to move a few suitcases out of the way so Jamal could make his way either to the couches or her bed. Whichever he wanted. "Do you want some ice?" She asked, moving into the kitchen to wash her arm under the faucet. Damn she was torn up. "b***h," Antony muttered as she began to carefully scrub the dried blood off of her arm and hand. A few more choice words fell from her mouth before she was finally finished. Tearing a paper towel from a roll, she doubled it over before wrapping it around her wrist. Jamal_Reedy Jamal saw those minutes that passed while they walked to the duplex as absolute torture. Each moment made the pain worse and so when he finally got inside, he immediately went down on the bed, since it was wider and less likely to throw him off if he moved wrong. He assumed a fetal position while on his side, trying to smooth his family jewels by just leaving them alone. "Uh, naw...I think I'll be a'ight wit'out ice," he answered after a long pause of consideration, thinking ice was the last time he wanted down there. "It gonna go 'way. Eventually." He was tempted to ask her what exactly had gotten the fight going in the first place, but somehow he figured that would be a wrong move right then. Antoinette Devereux "Okay then," she replied while emptying out all the fruit from her bag and putting it away in the fridge before she returned to her messenger bag. Seconds of rummaging with her left hand later, Antony pulled out her pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She immediately lit herself a smoke and took a VERY long dragn of the cig before managing to grab something out of a drawer and meander into her room and the curled up Jamal. Despite considering that he may not want her to see him cowering so, she knelt down to bed level and set a fresh ashtray in front of him. "I'm going to ransack a few places for food and drink so you can cry if you want to." Grinning slightly to show she was just poking fun at him, Antony stood and patted his shoulder lightly before heading right back out the door, "Be back in a bit." Jamal_Reedy Jamal grunted as his faced was pressed into the comforter on the bed and he wriggled his toes in an indication he heard her. Him? Cry?...-never-. At least...not much. As she left, he did managed to uncurl enough to get into his jean pocket and pull out a regular cigarette, which he did smoke as frequently as his pot, and lit it without too much trouble. The intoxicating nicotine soon flooded his system, soothing the pain receptors down to a dull ache. Eesh...so much for a promising day. Antoinette Devereux Ambling back around 20 minutes later with a bag full of liquor slung over her shoulder and her arms full of snack food she procured for gods know where, Antony had a hard time opening the door and keeping everything not crushed and in her arms. Somehow she managed. All the booty she was carrying was dumped onto the counter to be dealt with later. First off, Grey Goose went into the freezer because cold Goose always tasted better. Then, a good percentage of the alcohol absconded was put away in an empty cupboard. A bottle of Captain Morgan and whiskey remained to suffice them for tonight, or right now. Taking a bottle in each hand and heading back to her room, she was surprised to be welcomed by the smell of not pot, but regular cigarette smoke. Didn't bother her in the least and she set the bottles down on the nightstand nearest to them. "The Captain's wondering if you're feeling better." A cheeky grin donned her face before she disappeared once more from the room to find some shot glasses and to properly dress her wounds. Never fear though, she soon returned with two shot glasses and a freshly lit cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She even tossed him the rest of her pack in case he wanted another smoke. Yep, she was definitely trying to make amends. Jamal_Reedy By the time she returned, he was uncurled and now fully sprawled on his back on the bed, head tilted back curiously as the click of the opening door got his attention. Several spent cigarette butts littered the ashtray at his side. He watched her amble by from his upside down angle, putting the liquor away in various places. The man was going to comment as to the unnecessary putting away of the bottles, but as she approached with two of the stolen jugs, he was put into better spirits. "Gawd damn yous been gone fo'eva'," he commented in a peevish manner when she returned, gingerly rolling onto his stomach to snatch the pack off the spread and dig out a fresh cig before she changed her mind. "Take ev'rythin' from da beach bar, or did yous find some new place to swipe from?" Antoinette Devereux "I have my sources," she responded cheekily, "Glad so see you're not too debilitated." While he swiped a cigarette from her, Antony nearly tripped over an opened suitcase that contained all her clothes. She glanced warily at Jamal, but after figuring he wouldn't mind too much, she knelt down and began to sort her clothes into various drawers of the dresser. All her unmentionables, when she came to them, were tossed into a deeper, bottom drawer. The people at the Vicky's by her house even knew her on a first name basis. Shirts and tanks were thrown into another draw, jeans and pants in the one above, and then anything else leftover got thrown into the second drawer down. She left the top one free for now, tossing a box of condoms back at Jamal, "If you're not too broken, toss those into the nightstand for me please." Ha, one suitcase down. Soon it was zipped up and then thrown in the corner of the room for now. Out of the way. Finally satisfied that she got something done that day, Antony turned her full attention onto the lovely, but broken, black man sprawled on her bed. "Now what am I going to do with you?" The question was asked in a helpless manner as she stepped closer to snuff her cigarette out in the ash tray. Jamal_Reedy Jamal didn't care in the least that she was sorting all of her undergarments and whatnot out in front of him. Hell...not like he was SURPRISED at half the stuff he saw being that he got extensive looks at a few of them last night and THEN some. The condom box was given a mere glance before he flicked them into the drawer as directed. Well, she came prepared, didn't she? He puffed away on the rapidly dwindling smoke as he watched her unpack; he remembered then that he still had s**t he hadn't unpacked yet and he'd been here since October! At the question, he assumed a wounded expression and cringed in a facade of absolute misery. "Hopefull nothin' like dat damn kick...cause s**t, woman, you pack a punch when yous pissed off." Antoinette Devereux Antony beamed, taking his comment as a compliment. "When you've lived and been in situations like I have, learning to fight comes with the territory." A 'you know how it is' look was tossed in his general direction before she made her way over to the unoccupied side of the bed. She sprawled out on her stomach as well, motioning for him to but the ash tray between them while she lit up a new smoke from a fresh pack. Nevermind where she had gotten it from. "Then what does the gimp suggest?" The woman asked as she reached behind herself to scratch her lower back absently. "Thanks for stepping in by the way... I tend to..." Trailing off, Antony took a rather long drag of her cigarette before continuing, "Bad temper." It was the only explanation she could come up with without getting into the entire reason she was apparently brought to the island. Jamal_Reedy "Yeah, I could see dat," he commented wryly around the cig in his mouth. He complied by sliding the ashtray between them, just far enough away from them to not accidently spill the contents with a careless movement, then made a face at her gimp comment. "Well luckily dis gimp heal real quick given da circumstances...prolly cause dis ain't da first o' prolly ain't da last time he gonna get popped like dat," he said with as dignified of a manner as he could muster. "I wasn't so sure yous be a'ight wit' me comin' in on yo fight like dat, but seein' how it was goin', I figgered it best ta jus' stop it b'fo it got any worse." He cast a look at her bandaged limb in emphasis. Antoinette Devereux "Heal quick hmm?" The question was left open and vague intentionally since Antony wasn't about to go about seducing him before he had properly healed. Finishing the cigarette off, she snuffed it out in the ashtray before shifting into a sitting position, where she proceeded to shuck her boots and socks off, tossing them in the same corner with the empty suitcase. For a moment, Antony sat there, trying to remember if she had packed any sort of lazy around pants. Probably not. And so the pants came off as well, tossed in the corner as well, metal belt buckle thunking heavily against the wall as it hit. Fluffing a pillow behind her, she leaned back against it and the headboard, stretching the rest of her out in front of him. Yep, sans pants was definitely more comfortable.
Jamal_Reedy "Well, maybe not dat quick," he replied contritely, though the expression on his face was somewhat wistful anyway. Jamal wasn't sure if he'd be able to be much fun tonight, if that's what she was looking for....his mood was definately soured. As she started to shed clothing, he kicked off his shoes, thinking that to be the best idea he had heard since leaving the cafeteria, and remained sprawled on his stomach with the nub of cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth that was on the verge of extinguishing itself from lack of attention. A curious finger gently traced the tattoo sleeve closest to him, fascinated by the bright colors, yet thinking it wasn't quite something he'd put on his own body. Some of this stuff had to have a meaning behind it to judge from how intricate and semi-random it all was. "Any reason why you got all this otha than it looks good?" he inquired after a pause, passing her a curious look up from his lower position on the bed. "I know some peeps get tats jus' cause it look cool, but they ain't got no story behind it. I don't see you as onna them kinda peeps."
Antoinette Devereux She chuckled softly, having expected a response of the sort. He had taken one of her kicks in the jollies after all. "Hm..." She murmured as she felt his finger tracing her biomech sleeve, simply watching him for the time being. The movements were soothing even. Surprised at his question since she thought he would have already figured it out, Antony still answered. Maybe it wasn't that obvious. "Eh, duality really." Her fingertips absently traced her chest piece along the two words as if that explained everything. "My right arm is all biomechanical, and my left is organic," she motioned to the intricate floral design on her other arm. "Love, hate... Good, evil... Light, dark... You can't have one without the other." Looking over at him, she held her inkless skin up next to his much darker skin tone. "Light and dark," she repeated, eyes sparkling somewhat behind her serious explanation.
Jamal_Reedy "Mmm," he said, accepting her explaination with a thoughtful manner. It all made sense, but Jamal was never one to see something symbolic like that unless it was pointed out to him. Now that he was clued in, he got it. He wasn't stupid, he just didn't have the ability to look for a deeper meaning in something so abstract and he understood and accepted that fact, hence his question. "I get it...dat's true though...can't have one wit'out there bein' sumthin' that go against it." And it was at this comparison of skin tones that he realized that he was still the only person of african heritage on this island. Always he seemed to be confronted with the fact that he was out of place here in one way or another. With Awen, almost everything contradicted each other between them...with Antony, less conflicted, but there still were differences. He supposed he ought to be thankful that he had escaped any really harsh racism in his time on the island, with the exception of Ambrose (and that was a stretch, to call Ambrose's attitude towards him racist). Regardless, another small frown fell on his broad features as he continued to trace the pattern until he reached her shoulder, then let his hand fall back to the comforter.
Antoinette Devereux Her eyes half-lidded as she enjoyed his tracings, and it was only when he stopped that she cracked open an eye and saw his expression. Thinking back to what she had said, Antony soon adopted a frown as well. "Didn't mean to offend..." she trailed off quietly, as if she were trying to think of something to possibly feel better, "'Sides, a person's a person, and as long as you're honest and good in bed I'm smitten." Half joke and half serious, Antony grinned before rolling over onto her stomach, fluffing the pillow up for added comfort. When in doubt, show some a** to cheer a man up.
Jamal_Reedy Jamal snorted lightly, though he appreciated the new 'view' and the veiled comment of being good in bed as any other man would. "Aw hell, ain't yer fault," he said with a small shake of his head before dropping his chin down to rest on his folded arms, looking at her from this angle. "There's just a lotta s**t dat comes up now 'n then dat sometimes I get ta thinkin 'bout it and stuff, ya know? But hell, I be damned if Imma get all sappy and s**t right now...jus' smack me 'n I'll get outta it real quick." He gave a small, forced laugh, then glanced over at the lonely bottles of liquor that sat on the table. Tut tut...they hadn't even been touched yet!
Antoinette Devereux "Yeah..." Antony was going to say something about the island, but soon decided that she didn't want to get into it quite yet. Her eyes followed his to the two unopened bottles and she cracked a smile. "Pass the Captain before we start talking about sexual first times," she said, wearing an expression of utmost innocence as her eyes were showing a more impish one. But first, the alcohol must be consumed.
Jamal_Reedy Just as well that she didn't want to get into island blather...he didn't really want to think about it either. That and he was afraid he'd end up with more than a bruised groin out of it should she get angry again. Jamal smirked heavily, detecting that little bit of michief in her eyes, and lifted his head up enough to get a hand free. He quickly swooped up the Captain with a smooth swipe, passing that to Antony before taking up the second bottle for himself, cracking open the sealed cap with a satisfying pop. It was so nice to have a drinking buddy...a drinking buddy with additional benefits even. "Gonna need a shot glass again, o' you jus' gonna wing it?" he said with a bit of challenge before sitting up into an indian-style position, back to the headboard, and tilted the bottle to his lips.
Antoinette Devereux Antony pushed herself so that she was upright, legs spread lazily as she sat back on her heels, eyebrow rising upwards in a silent response to his challenge. A second pop was soon heard as the Captain was opened, and without taking her eyes of him, she cocked it back to her lips, metal clinking against the glass as she took a long drought of the rum. It probably was not a good idea in the long run, but Antony wasn't one to pass up a challenge, much less a drinking challenge. Her thick lips curled into a smug smirk, her eyes shining defiantly. "Now Papi..." she began, hand not holding the bottle's neck resting on her quad for the time being, "Tell me something interesting about'cha 'self."
Jamal_Reedy Jamal gave her an approving grin as he set his bottle in his lap, keeping it uncapped for now as he planned on nursing off that thing for as long as he had the hand-eye coordination to get it to his lips. "Somethin' int'restin? What we gonna do? Play some truth o' dare?" He was joking, of course, but her question made him remember back to when he was a kid, playing that stupid game with all his friends before he fell into the gangs and drug world. "So you wanna know sumthin' int'restin' as in some sorta life goal like wantin' ta be an actor o' maybe sumthin' a lil' mo' dirty?"
Antoinette Devereux "You're stalling," she crooned, waiting a bit before taking another taste of the Captain. "Something interesting," Antony repeated, violet eyes watching his darker ones slyly before she continued, "And remember who you're talkin' to... So nothing boring." So what if it resembled Truth or Dare? They obviously couldn't do what she wanted to do because he had gone and broken himself. Sheesh.
Jamal_Reedy "O' maybe I'm jus' makin' ya work fo' yer answers," he replied in an equally sly manner, casually looking away from her to attend to his liquor bottle. So she wanted interesting hmmm? Now what could he talk about that would be of interest to little ol' Antony.... Would she care to hear about this slim escapes from death, being shot at by skinheads while he was making a drug run, or just general life of the city? Probably not. She looked like someone who'd seen it all. The potent alcohol, being drank straight as it was, brough a flush of warmth to his face and chest that grew so bothersome that he finally stripped himself of the tank that barely concealed any skin in the first place. He preferred to go barechested anyway...it brough attention to his muscles first off, his tattoos secondly, and the small scars on his abdomen and shoulder that remained of old bullet wounds. He was proud of those little marks; he was a survivor, god dammit.
Antoinette Devereux Oh? It was time to take tanks off now was it? Not really caring anyways, Antony wedged the bottle between her thighs so it wouldn't fall over, and then she reached up and tugged the 'beater off, tossing it aside. She was now left in her skeevies, and she was -so- damn hot. No really. And tingly too. Her eyes trailed down to his now bare chest, and she didn't bother to hide the fact that she was staring. Nice abs were always a plus for her, always. She took notice of the scars as well, crawling closer to him after checking the Captain's safety in her hand. Had it not been for his injury, Antony probably would have already found herself some more comfortable positions they could be in, but she instead flopped down next to him, hugging the bottle to her protectively. Afterall, the Captain was never broken.
Jamal_Reedy Oh boy, here we go again. 8D Jamal knew she was staring and didn't mind in the least...he knew he'd get that reaction if anything. However, she was so concerned over the Captain that he felt a little cheated. Now...liquor was good, but come on now. -12 points to a bruised ego. Maybe this whole 'damaged goods' thing wasn't going to pay off all that well. He'd be damned if he was going to end up second to a bottle of rum. He reached out to wrap a hand around the neck of the Captain bottle, eyes glinting merrily in a ploy to get her attention diverted from the death grip on the glass. "Ya gonna share? Or am I gonna have ta pry it from yo' grasp?"
Antoinette Devereux Drunk as she was, Antony didn't fall for his charm over the Captain. Not when he was broken at least. With a crooked grin, she tightened her grip and returned the question with a smooth, sultry voice, "You'll have to earn em. It's tha Cap-i-tan afterall~." Her free hand, the one without a death grip on the mighty Captain, absently trailed to trace his tattoos. From his shoulder, up, and up... Then down, and down across the front of his chest. She had to lean in to reach those, but her grip did not waver! Constant vigilance!
Jamal_Reedy "Earn 'em?" he repeated, amusement thick in his voice. "s**t, I think ah did that last night...plus you drank alla mine, 'member?" He started to pick at the fingers wrapped tightly around the bottle, but doing so in a discrete "I'm really playing with your fingers" sort of way by caressing each digit slowly, slipping his own fingers over the spaces between hers casually.
Antoinette Devereux "I~," she began, straightening up somewhat, "Drank all yer Goose. You! You sucked tha Captain dry!" Pausing to collect her thoughts, she soon added another accusation to the mix, "You slut~ you!" Those words were definitely slurred. Shifting so that she was neatly curled in the general area of his side/chest/naked body, she let her head rest against his upper chest. As she stretched her legs out, Antony wiggled her toes experimentally. They were tingling. She had long since forgotten about her attempt to hog the rum all to herself, fingers loosened by his covert opp.
Jamal_Reedy "Dat yous did," he said in a sudden revelation as she snuggled to his chest, having forgotten that the Captain had been securely in his grasp that night untl it was empty....and soon this bottle would be too. The accusation of being a slut only made him laugh and drape one arm over her lap. No reason to try and argue, even if he was certain that the pot was calling the kettle black at this point. "You drank alla my Goose...ma poor booze shelf was lookin' all sad 'n empty this mornin'." Discovering her lack of attention to said rum bottle, he finessed the bottle from her hand and before she could complain, pressed the rim to his mouth and greedily chugged a generous portion from it. What was she gonna do? Slap him? His skin was so numb in places that he'd probably never feel it...damn the effects of alcohol sometimes.
Antoinette Devereux "Then your shelf should be cryin'. Emoshelf," Antony giggled softly to herself, noticing the Captain's disappearance only when Jamal took to chugging it. She made a sort of whimper noise, but yawned deeply before it finished. She was suddenly so warm and sleepy. Warm... and she had a hand in her lap! Patting his hand sluggishly, another yawn escaped her lips. Burrowing deeper into her little 'den,' Antony gave him a bit of a goofy grin before closing her eyes. So heavy. Her knees curled into her chest slightly so they were no longer dangling off of the bed. It was only a matter of time before she was in a deep, drunken stupor of sleep.
Jamal_Reedy Jamal sniggered drunkenly at her "emoshelf" comment. What the ******** she started to yawn and put off vibes of being tired, he got a hawkish look to his eyes. Hey, he didn't say she could go to sleep! Hey! He poked at her thigh with one finger of the hand that was draped over her leg. ...Damn... The bottle of Captain was given one more sip before he managed to slide it, along with the bottle of whiskey, back to their previous perch on the bedside table. It was hard to do, given the fact that he had Antony all curled up on him, but he managed rather well considering his degree of impairment. He peered down at her as she slipped into her drunken sleep and felt sympathy tugs at his eyelids, demanding that they too get their share of rest. Not like he'd miss anything tonight, from the looks of it. Maybe he'd just rest his eyes, then try again to wake her up. It was too early for sleeping...yeah...that's it. It didn't take long for the 'resting of eyes' to mutate into a coma-like, alcohol induced rest.
Jamal_Reedy After several house of undisturbed sleep, Jamal woke to find himself still sitting up in Antony's bed with the woman still curled next to him. He was vaguely hungover, like the morning before, but not bad enough to really cause him too much discomfort. He peered down at her, trying to determine if she was going to wake soon or not, then decided that one of those 'leaving without a word' exits would work just fine provided he could move her. It wasn't too hard to get himself eased out and off the bed to his relief. He collected his shoes and his tank before leaving her duplex and heading for his own.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:08 pm
The Next Morning Jamal_Reedy It was very late into the following day that Jamal began to stir against the crumpled bedsheets, finally coming out of a deep sleep that had taken both him and Antony after a long...eventful night. One eye cracked open slowly, it's gaze first falling on the nearest window; he was faintly surprised to see it was so dark already...he hadn't meant to sleep the day away. Jamal was almost tempted to just go back to sleep, but thought better of it for the fact he preferred the late afternoon and evening over morning any time. He pinched his eye closed again and stretched lazily on his side of the bed, his nude form just barely covered with a sheet, then opened his eyes again to stare at the ceiling sleepily as he contemplated waking Antony up. Antoinette Devereux At first, Jamal's stirring did little to wake the woman sleeping on her side next to him, but after he stretched and made the bed move, Antony groaned softly and shifted. The sheet draped loosely along her curves, and her hair stuck up in various bed head directions. Frowning when she felt herself being yanked from a lovely sleep, she finally cracked an eye open, spying him next to her. She watched him lazily, before finally giving into being awake. "Whatime'sit?" Antony grumbled lazily, not caring to enunciate her words. Jamal_Reedy Jamal grunted softly and glanced over at her with a rueful half-smirk before turning his head to glance at the clock at the bedside. A brow lifted high and he paused, blinking a bit to make sure he was reading the clock right. Well damn... "....6:30ish," he responded finally as he rolled back over to face her, peeking just slightly from behind the edge of the pillow as it fluffed up in his face. "At night." He did look surprised as he said this, yet internally he knew he probably shouldn't be. Antoinette Devereux Antony blinked, giving him a bit of a blank look before quirking a smile, "Well s**t... We must have been tired then..." Chuckling softly, she finally stretched, toes curling as she gave a soft squeak. Finally sitting up halfway, she reached up to try and subdue her hair somewhat, failing miserably. "Sleep well?" She mused, smirking lightly while reaching out to trail a fingertip down the front of his stomach. Jamal_Reedy He chuckled faintly behind a yawn, a hand moving to rub at his face roughly at the same time. "Hella tired, 'parently," he agreed drowsily once he was able to talk, not making a move to sit up or move about at all really. "But dat's a'ight...I ain't got no plans fo' da day, so I ain't missin' nuthin'." The draw of her fingertip on his stomach made his skin tingle where it brushed; it was hardly an unpleasant feeling. Jamal closed his eyes and exhaled deepily in a blissful manner as though trying to blow away the last strains of sleep that didn't seem to go away. He really shouldn't go back to sleep... Antoinette Devereux "Do people here ever really have any plans?" She murmured, continuing to trace her fingertip along the lines of his muscles, quite content to stay in bed for now. Removing her hand before groping back behind her to the nightstand for her glasses, shaking them open and sliding them on. "Much better." "Now what do we do?" The surely couldn't lay in bed forever. Jamal_Reedy "Not really," he admitted smoothly, eyes still closed, in reference to her first question. "Unless ya call thinkin' 'bout goin' ta da beach 'n then gettin' lunch plans, I guess." When the touch on his abdomen halted, he opened his eyes again and watched her don her glasses, a pensive look crossing his features at the next question. He wasn't sure if he was hungry yet...it was too soon to tell...so he didn't suggest dinner. "Aw hell, I dunno," he grumbled as he finally hauled himself upright to lean against the headboard and scratched his head as he remembered Antony's statement last night "Ain't today New Years Eve?...Don't people usually do s**t fo' dat?" Antoinette Devereux "Yeah, they celebrate." With family and friends, and they only had the two of them. Pausing to sit all the way up, eyes scanning the room for any sight of what she had been wearing yesterday. When she didn't find what she was looking for, her gaze turned back to Jamal, brow lifting somewhat as she got an idea. "Do you s'pose this island has some fireworks? Or... anything that explodes violently?" She could only hope. Internally, she was debating whether or not she should get dressed now or later. Either way, a shower would be nice. Jamal_Reedy "Oh...I don't eva' celebrate it. s**t, I got drunk almost every night back home 'n' I hear dat's 'bout all anyone does on New Years anyway..." He flicked his fingers in a dismissive manner, then arched a brow at her question, wondering what she was getting at. "Fireworks? Prolly not...at least, nuthin' we can get our hands on, I figger...but I know how ta make a pretty ********' sweet bomb outta spray cans, if dat helps anyway." A positively malicious look flashed over his face at the thought; he hadn't made an explosion with those things in a long time...not since he got involved in his drug ring. He wondered what the staff would do if he started setting hair spray cans on fire in the middle of the village. That could be worth doing just to see their reaction. Antoinette Devereux "That's not as fun as fireworks though." At least, in her opinion it was much more fun to aim rockets at people from far away than to light flammable cans on fire. There was too high of a chance of projectile something coming after her that way. Damn, she missed her potato gun that she made in high school. That s**t was sweet. "Well," she suddenly announced, "I'm going to shower." It was a morning habit she had a hard time ignoring, even if it wasn't exactly morning anymore. Antony had just woken up, and it only seemed appropriate that it was time to shower. Her eyes looked him over once more before she tossed the covers off herself and meandered into the bathroom. Soon the water was running, and the door had been left open. Jamal_Reedy "It be betta than nuthin'," he commented with another yawn just before she made her annoucement of a shower. Oh ho ho... The quick lookover and the open bathroom door were practically an invitation for him to come along...even if she hadn't meant it that way. Jamal did not miss opportunities such as this due to a lack of motivation. Hell, what was more motivating than the thought of steamy shower water, soap, and a naked woman? He rolled off the bed, untwisting himself from the blankets, and tromped over to the bathroom door where he promptly stuck his head in and declared "I think I need a showa' too" with an impish lilt to his voice. The worst she could say would be to get lost and let her shower in peace...and if that was the case, then he'd wait until she was done...but you can't blame a guy for trying. Antoinette Devereux Antony debated mentally when she heard his question, and after she finished rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, she wiped the water out of her eyes and glanced at the door through the glass shower. If she said no, he'd just sit and watch anyways. Besides, he could reach her back with greater ease than she ever could, and she was quite lazy at the moment. "Sure," she said, shrugging her shoulders before soaping her short hair up a second time. Jamal_Reedy Jamal promptly joined her in the shower without any further invitation, finding the water to be quite good at helping him finally shake the drowsy feeling of wanting to just lay around for the rest of the day. He lathered himself up while she scrubbed more shampoo into her hair, for once actually not trying to start anything sexual with her. He could think of doing it, but figured this shower was meant to have a real purpose other than giving him another excuse to oogle her. His hair was probably going to be a mess the next time he took it down, he realized (he had to use special products for his hair since it was so coarse) but for now he could just cover it up with his ever useful du-rag. "So, whatcho figger we gonna do wit' what's left of da day...if it's New Years, prolly every a*****e on da island prolly gonna be out and about..." he commented after a long silence, turning to face her back to oblige in a good back scrub/massage. Antoinette Devereux Rinsing her hair again, she promptly moved to wash her face while he was distracted. She didn't know that his intentions were actually to shower and not sexual, so she was just being prepared. Antony was about to reply when suddenly, she was on the receiving end of a rather wonderful back massage, and she downright moaned. Massages had always been a treat for her since whenever she wanted one, Antony usually had to pay for it. And as much as she hated to admit it, they were a weakness of hers. Though it was safe to assume that it was plainly obvious to Jamal that back massages = a very happy and very agreeable Antony. She was puddy in his hands. Utter bliss. With each knot that was banished, she became much more relaxed, her eyes soon half-lidded with the pleasure of it all. Jamal_Reedy Jamal felt her relax under his hands and beamed brightly to himself. Alright then...mental note, Antony liked back massages. He'd yet to run into any lady that didn't at least appreciate them to some level and she was no different. See, sharing the shower wasn't a bad idea at all. ;D His large, broad hands worked the tense muscles of her upper back and shoulders with a steady rhythm, the warm water of the shower aiding him in getting her to relax more easily. His movements were effective and almost effortless thanks to lots and lots of experience. Once down with her shoulders and upper back, he ran his hands down a bit lower to work out tension close to her lower spine. Antoinette Devereux Once he moved his hands lower, Antony half leaned and half melted back against his chest, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of nirvana painted across her features. She really couldn't think of much else other than his hands and just how comfortable she was right then. It had been a long time since Antony had had a massage, much less one this incredible. The hot water only added to the greatness of it all. Remind her never to piss Jamal off. He was too damn useful. Jamal_Reedy "Thought we were supposed ta be gettin' clean," he said cheekily in her ear as he kneaded the muscle under his fingers firmly, yet not so hard that it caused unnecessary pain. He didn't mind in the least that she was practically draped on him; that just happened to be an unexpected bonus. Soon, however, he could tell that he'd worked most, if not all, of the tough knots in her lower back, so he did one more quick sweepover of her entire spine before finally returning to soaping her back up properly. They'd never get out of the shower otherwise. Antoinette Devereux "Mhmm," she drawled, voice deep and content. See, he was soaping her back, and that was cleaning. Antony never got pampered, partially because she hated being dependent, but damn if she wasn't a sucker for back massages. She let him soap up her back, not caring to help him in the least. Not now that he had gotten her so relaxed, and she was very much enjoying the attention. Jamal_Reedy Jamal didn't seem to care that much. Her being relaxed meant she was in a good mood and if she was in a good mood than he'd be in a good mood. Him being in a good mood meant he wouldn't dwell on the s**t life that he was stuck with on this island. It all worked out. After lathering her back up, he did her shoulders and arms next, humming very lightly as he did so. Antoinette Devereux She was quite content, and this good mood would keep her from thinking about the past. And therefore keep her from becoming angry, violent, and depressed. The humming made her raise an eyebrow, but she said nothing. There would be no risking of pampering. Jamal_Reedy Finally Jamal had scrubbed about all he could reach properly (waist up that is) and turned the soap back on himself to finish up his own scrubbing. "See, this ain't such a bad idea, was it?" he said with another cheeky grin. Antoinette Devereux "Wasn't what I expected," she admitted, snapping out of her daze when the pampering stopped abruptly. Gently pushing him aside so she could reach the water, Antony let the spray wash away the suds, smile lingering on her lips. When he finished with the soap, she took it back and soaped up what had yet to be washed. Jamal_Reedy "Hey, brotha know when it's time ta play," he drawled, moving accordingly and handing over the soap. "But I know betta then ta mess wit' a lady 'n' her showa' when she jus' waking up." It was true...he'd been witness to some real bitches when trying to get frisky in the shower with them after they'd just waken up. While away from the shower spray, he set to trying to deal with his cornrows and set them back properly so they were going to fray out when his hair dried. Damn hair. He was almost tempted to get it shaved off...almost. Antoinette Devereux Luckily, Antony had no problems like he did with her hair. One thing she rather enjoyed about being white (and that all her black friends hated her for) was that her hair was relatively easy to take care of. Well, compared to their hair it was damn simple. "Well you're just full of surprises," she commented before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a nearby towel to dry off with. Jamal_Reedy Once she was out of the way, he entered the spray and let the water flush away the lingering soap, giving his cornrows one last pass over with nimble fingers in a futile attempt to keep them tight. "I try," he said, trying to be demure about it, but instead came off sounding a little silly. Jamal didn't do demure well, being a big muscley black guy. He then waited for her to move away from the shower so he could get out and get a towel for himself, then try and collect his clothing, wherever it may have fallen. Antoinette Devereux While he went off to search for his clothes, Antony simply found herself some new ones in her drawers, and in no time, she was dressed in her usual wife beater and worn in jeans. Draping the towel across her head, she rubbed her short hair dry as she made her way about the duplex collecting her clothes to toss in her laundry bag. She reemerged minutes later, surveying the duplex with a sad look. So much for trying to organize and clean. Jamal_Reedy It took a bit of searching but he found all articles of clothing in time, putting all but his tank on. That was thrown over his shoulder for now...he didn't feel like putting it on because his hair was still dripping and he didn't want to walk around with big water spots all over his back. He was oblivious to her displeasure over the messy duplex. Jamal flopped down on the couch, which was where he found his top, and pulled on his shoes, stooping over to tie them. Antoinette Devereux Antony watched him tie his shoes absently before her stomach grumbled at her. Well it was dinner time. "Hey, wanna go grab some dinner?" Never mind that they just woke up, that's what they'd be serving in the cafeteria. At her suggestion, her eyes began to search the floor (or otherwise) for her flip flops, and upon spying them, she immediately made her way over and shoved them on. While waiting for his answer, Antony lifted a pack of half smoked cigarettes from the coffee table and shook one out. The pack was shoved into the back pocket of her jeans, and as soon as her Zippo was found, the smoke was lit and she took a long, satisfying drag. Jamal_Reedy "Dinner sound a'ight," he grunted while still bent over to tie his shoes. He didn't think that there might be some of the more progressed villagers there and that Antony might just go off her rocker again. "Hope they got somethin' decent tonight. I want a ********' steak." He hauled himself to his feet then, once his shoes were secure, and jammed his tank partially into the waistband of his jeans so it hung along the back of one leg. The inticing smell of cigarette smoke made him automatically go for a pocket of his jeans and he pulled out a semi-smashed pack of his own. "Ya all set?" he mumbled around the cig as he lit it with his golden gun lighter, then jammed that back in his pocket as well, his dark gaze flitting to her form to see if she was ready. Antoinette Devereux "Ohh, steak," she agreed, wistful look coming over her features for a brief moment. Nodding at his next question, she took another puff off the cig before heading towards the door. It was dark when she stepped outside and waited for him, which was a slight shock even though she knew the time of day. At least it was a nice night. Jamal_Reedy Jamal came outside soon after her and clicked the door shut, eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness outside. Inwardly, he felt oddly comforted by the darkness. He always loved the night. "Hopefully it ain't gonna be too busy ova' there tonight...I'll be damned if I'm gonna have ta deal wit' some a*****e jus' ta get dinner."
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:10 pm
Head...Meet Table... Antoinette Devereux Perfect timing. Antony had just finished her second cigarette when they arrived at the cafeteria, and she snuffed it out on the door way before she opened the door and strolled in. Sniffing the air as she threw away the butt, she tried to determine the food that they had tonight. Whatever it was, it smelled rather attractive. "No steak," she sighed after her look-see of all the food, but she was only slightly disappointed. Soon she was filling her plate with some chicken, carrots, and some green beans. Passing the salad bar, Antony stopped and eyed the sunflower seeds. They looked really good, and she had never really been much for them or pumpkin seeds. But she couldn't ignore the craving, and before she could contemplate any longer, Antony had a bowl full of them, and as an after thought, some cashews as well. Setting her tray on an empty table first, she then went up to grab a glass of water and some silverware before taking her seat again. Jamal_Reedy Jamal pressed his lips together in annoyance at the declaration of no steak as he moved closer to the food, having paused at the door briefly to take a quick survey of who might be around. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone. That was one good thing, even though the one thing he really wanted, they didn't have out. No hamburger either; looked like poultry would have to do. He heaped his plate thickly with chicken and skimped on the veggies, taking only one spoonful of beans. He also grabbed a pair of dinner rolls that looked semi-decent. Jamal had always and continued to ignore the salad bar, but the deserts got a quick skim over before he grabbed what looked to be a custard of some sort and a few cookies. "I wonda' if this place takes suggestions on what ta cook," he mused aloud as he set his plate across from Antony's, also leaving briefly to acquire a tall glass of milk and the necessary silverware. Joliette Rigiel Joliette finally got tot he point where she couldn't avoid the cafeteria, even though visiting people she knew had given her an excuse to stay away, her stomach now demanded she go. She peered into the cafeteria... oh great... she watched the pair from teh corner of her eye as she wandered in making a bee-line for the food her claws clicking hte lino as she tried to avoid going too close to them Antoinette Devereux "You think they would, considering the... variety of tastes people here have." Antony paused, taking a bite of chicken and then a forkful of greenery. "The sad thing is, I'll never get foreign food again. No Chinese, Thai, Italian..." She groaned pitifully as she continued on, frowing deeply. After a few thoughtful chews, she swallowed and added, "Carrot Top should kidnap someone that cooks at a Chinese take out pace..." Grumbling inwardly as she took a few more bites, Antony heard the door open, but wasn't too interested in whoever it was that came in. That was, until she heard the unmistakable sound of claws clicking against the floor. Nope. Not going to look. Instead, Antony stabbed a piece of chicken and shoved the meat in her mouth. Just in case they wanted to involve her in conversation or something. Jamal_Reedy "Aw s**t, I could go fo' some good Chinese 'bout now," he said wistfully, tearing into a piece of chicken breast. "I ain't had Chinese in a long a** time...coupla months be'fo I ended up herr I had it. Maybe if we ask, they might be able ta' do somethin' 'bout it? They usually real good 'bout gettin' what we want. Ya jus' fill out a request form 'n' they get what ya want if they can. I ain't had no problems wit' it, anyway." As the door cracked open, he glanced over Antony's shoulder to see who it was. Please don't be Ambrose...please don't... The face he saw made his brow furrow instead and his jaw tensed. Oh great...it was Antony's spar buddy. Just lovely. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a fight because he was in a helluva good mood right now. He was somewhat relieved when the girl moved to the food with an air of urgency. Okay, so far, so good. Joliette Rigiel Joliette saw them look at her and heard the conversation stop. She sighed quietly... she made a stop at the salad barr and proceeded to fill a plate with salad then looked around for the ham chunks and was disappointed to only find the poultry.,... "well maybe it''ll be ok under ranch dressing" she mumbled Antoinette Devereux Antony looked up at Jamal when he went quiet, watching his eyes and face for his reaction to the person who just walked in. She frowned immediately and raised an eyebrow questioningly as if to ask him who had just come in. And then he looked... relieved? Antony still didn't dare look. "I'm in too good of a mood for this s**t," she reminded herself aloud in a low voice once she had swallowed the chicken. The poultry was soon replaced with a forkful of carrots. She had a feeling she knew who it was, and didn't quite know how she would react to seeing her again. Jamal_Reedy Jamal looked like he wasn't sure if he should actually say who had just come in...as long as she didn't turn around, she'd be okay. He had a feeling, however, that Joli might be there awhile, unless she took her food back to her duplex so either way, he was sure that the women were going to at least make eye contact at some point. "Yeah and I hope yous stay that way," he said in a level tone, deciding to let the cat out of the bag without saying the photographer's name. "Look, jus' don't say nuthin' if she comes over, a'ight? I really don't wanna get broke again because I gotta step in. She ain't that bad..." He did sympathize with Antony and her determination to not believe or want to face what was supposedly going to happen, but he was selfish in that he didn't want to deal with any battles today. Not after the pleasant past few hours. Joliette Rigiel Joliette doused the salad a lot with the dressing and then picked a nearby table, one a few tables away. She poked at hte salad with her fork she hated tension, and truth be told she'd only faught antony back to defend herself Antoinette Devereux "Thought as much," she muttered with her mouth full. Swallowing, she sighed, nodding in response to Jamal's request, "Then next time pull me apart from behind." In any other circumstance that would have caused her to chuckle, but she didn't even catch the possible double meaning. So she diligently continued to eat, finishing the food on her plate before taking a handful of sunflower seeds and cashews and tossing them back. They seemed to taste better than she remembered. Her eyes accidentally caught sight of Joli when Antony looked up at Jamal to say something, and her stare instantly hardened. Another handful of her 'dessert' and she was pulling out her pack of cigarettes and shaking one out a little more forcefully than was probably necessary. Jamal_Reedy Jamal rubbed at his brow in a "oh great" sort of manner, seeing the very distinct glare and the sudden reach for her cigarettes. At least she hadn't launched herself out of the chair yet.... "Yo," he grunted in Joli's direction, deciding that if Antony was going to be at odds with the brunette, then the least he could do was at acknowledge her presence so she would feel completely hated as she ate her dinner. He offered her a bit of a wave. Joliette Rigiel Joliette looked up at hte sound of Jamal's voice, well that wasn't something she expected to say the least. "Hi Jamal" she replied quietly. She wasn't sure if he was angry still or not as she looked at him and returned the small wave Antoinette Devereux Had she not been too busy lighting up a cigarette, Antony would have given Jamal a reproachful look for 'fraternizing with the enemy.' Maybe the cigarette smoke would irritate lizard girl? It was a hopefully endeavor, and she made sure to blow all smoke in her general direction, munching on handfuls of sunflower seeds between puffs. Now if Jamal only had a blunt hidden away in his pants... Jamal_Reedy He was irritated with her, but not enough to subject her to TWO stony cold demenors. She really wasn't that bad...she gave him bubblewrap afterall. 8D Jamal glanced to check to see how the damage inflicted the other day looked on the other woman's wrist. However, the pungant scent of smoke made him cut the look short. His gaze returned to his tablemate, whom he gave a quizzical look as the smoke was very pointedly being exhaled in Joli's direction. Oh sweet jesus...Jamal had to fight to not roll his eyes. This was still better than her trying to choke the s**t out of anyone. As for the joint, Jamal never left home without 'em. Joliette Rigiel Joliette eyed the oncoming smoke, that in itself didn't bother her, her papa smoked enough. She pointedly ignored the smoke, it could be worse. "Hope you are okay" she said and then looked back down at her salad poking at it and slowly munching on it Antoinette Devereux Her eyes looked up just in time to catch him attempting not to make a face and Antony scoffed, "And how mature would you be if it were Ambrose?" She was quite aware of how immature she was being, but it was making her feel better and that alone was reason for her to continue. Antony shoved another handful of seeds in her mouth so that she didn't make a rude comment. Of course Jamal was 'okay,' he and her both were getting laid, and it was damn good. Finishing her cigarette, she snuffed it out irritably in a lone carrot, feeling a little bit better at the hissing noise it made. She reached for another smoke, glaring at the little package when it produced nothing, not even after a few good smacks on her hand. What a great time to run out of cigarettes. "Hey, you got a smoke? ...Or better yet, some green?" Her eyes glinted eagerly, "Might do a better job calming me down..." Pot always put her in a better mood, and it was damn hard to piss her off when she was high. Double plus. Jamal_Reedy Jamal ignored her little jab, deciding it wasn't worth saying something that might make her mad even if it wasn't intentionally. "I'm a'ight. Don't worry 'bout it," he said in response to Joli while watching Antony beat the s**t out of her empty cigarette pack. At the question of having pot, he made another face. "Girl, I jus' gave you a baggie of it da otha' day..." he said as he leaned to the side to dig into his pocket anyway. Joliette Rigiel Joliette nodded "I am glad" she said and worked at hte salad, she dearly hoped hte woman wouldn't start up a pot smoke, lord knows that could set off the fire sprinklers in the cafeteria. Not to mention she wasn't fond of the smell in the least Antoinette Devereux "Yeah well, I'll replace it later," she grumbled irritably, leg bouncing absently underneath the table. "Or compensate with sexual favors," Antony added gruffly when the pot was not procured instantly, violet eyes watching him like a hawk. The sprinklers, which probably would have gone off already due to cigarette smoke, were the least of her worries right now. Her good mood was slowly being ruined, and she wanted to save what good mood was left. Jamal_Reedy He hadn't meant to irritate her further...it was meant more of a joke than a real reservation against giving her more. He pulled out the tattered bandanna fragment and pulled one of the smooth, white blunts from the few that were left and passed it over the table. "Here," he said with a bit of edge to his tone. s**t, he was going to need one if this kept up. Joliette Rigiel Joliette glanced in the direction of the pair she heard the words said but didn't comment on them, on the same acount she did not want to be caught in the midst of pot smoke. She got up disposing of the last of the salad and the plate. She looked at hte pair, she seriously didn't understand the woman's problem with her. She glanced at Jamal "I've got something more for you that is in my darkroom Jamal... I've told Awen I'll give it to her to drop off to you... Hope you have a good new years" she said quietly and then wandered past them beginning to head for the door Antoinette Devereux The moment it was procured and handed over, Antony lit it and initially took a few long drags. When she saw the lizard girl coming over to their table, she thought it best to add a few more drags to the count. Sighing in content when a pleasant tingle tickled her brain, Antony looked up at Joli and blinked at the blatant name drop. "Who's Awen?" She asked, slinking down lower in her seat when the lizard girl left, and as an after thought, Antony waved back at the girl's retreating form, "Bye bye Gozilla~." Jamal_Reedy Jamal didn't flinch at the name, but he did mentally go "oh ********", forcing his best nonchalant smile. "A'ight...thanks, Joli," he said with a nod, sitting back in his chair, feeling distinctly non-hungry all of a sudden. As Joli wandered away and Antony inquired about the name, he rubbed a hand over his face. Hm...how to explain... He wasn't really worried, persay, since it was obvious that the relationship he had with Antony was basically a friends with benefits one. Awen was his girlfriend (probably until Awen found out about this) and Antony just happened to be a girl who was his friend. It all worked out in his mind. "Well," he began, glancing quickly at door to see if Joli had gone. Joliette Rigiel Joliette disappeared out the door and wandered off to go look for a movie to take back tot he duplex Antoinette Devereux Antony waited for him to go on, but when he simply glanced to see if Lizard Girl had left, she hopped to her feet and swaggered towards the salad bar. Another bowl of nuts and seeds to go~. Maybe two just in case. Balancing the two bowls in her arms with the blunt hanging from her lips, Antony was clearly in a better mood. Godzilla had left the building, and she smiled wide, debating whether she should do an added dance as well. She decided to dance later, when she didn't have precious stockpiles of munchies for later in her arms. Her gaze returned to Jamal as she sat back down, placing the two bowls on the table before offering him the rest of the joint. "Well what?" The tone was cheerful and a complete 180 to five minutes or so ago. Yay for pot! Jamal_Reedy Jamal watched her bounce away to collect more snacks from the salad bar, a brow lifted at the immense amount of nuts and seeds she decided she needed. Ooookay... He took the offered joint and took a hit, letting it simmer in his lungs for a few moments before exhaling and leaning back fully in his chair, legs sprawled out in front of him. Haha people were going to be so pissed when they come in and smell pot. Not that he really cared. "She's ma girlfriend," he said matter-of-factly, deciding that beating around the bush wasn't going to help. Antoinette Devereux "Okay..." Antony shrugged and popped a singular sunflower seed in her mouth to munch on. Then there was silence. Either he was waiting for her to throw a s**t fit, which was probably not possible with the floating feeling she was currently immersed in, or something she couldn't think of at the moment. Well, it sucked that he lied to her about this in the first place. She hated dishonest people, but on the other hand, him not telling her made this all his fault. Well, as long as the sex stopped it did. And she had no intention of doing that. "Well... Let me tell you something Jamal..." she started out, tossing a cashew into her mouth before continuing, "Ya know Owl right? Well he's married, and I've been ******** him for as far as I can remember." Obviously, she could care less that he had a girlfriend. A few more seeds were flicked into her mouth before she snorted, doubling over with laughter, "But s**t... You're a** is dead if she finds out~." Though Jamal probably didn't need reminding of this fact, Antony was oblivious and high... So too bad for him. Jamal_Reedy Jamal smirked, glad that he was right that she probably wouldn't care. He had a sneaking suspision that there was more to Owl that she had told him in the beginning. "Yeah, I'm know I'm gonna be dead," he said with a resigned sigh, scratching at his neck distractedly. "But...look. You and I ain't the same and her and I. I dunno...I know she gonna be mad and I ain't tryin' ta make her upset...s**t happens, I guess." He partially blamed their first little romp on the booze and drugs, but he couldn't blame the second on anything. He knew exactly what he was doing that time. If anything, his moods had been so much better now that he could get some a** basically whenever he wanted it, so it was pretty theraputic...but somehow he -knew- Awen wouldn't give a damn about that. Antoinette Devereux "Oh~, so how are we not the same?" She didn't really care for his puny explanations; Antony wanted the dirt, and possibly the ego boost. "You in luuuuve?" She crooned, grinning blissfully in amusement as she sank even lower in her seat, rear barely still in contact with the chair anymore. Hey, she was shrinking! Maybe she was melting from the seeds, or turning into a flower. Yes! Her eyes widened and she brought her right hand up entirely too close to her face to see if it was turning green, or into a leaf. First she had to focus properly... Antony screwed her face up, squinting and tilting her head to the side before she let it drop to her side. She was an ugly flower. Jamal_Reedy Jamal o_O'ed at her as she started to stare at her hand, ignoring again her little jab. He didn't know how to respond to that one...it wasn't love, persay. He had a hard time making attachments like that. He liked her, that was for sure...not in the friends with benefits way. "Uh, you a'ight?" he said, hoping for a change of subject. The pot had obviously gotten to her. Antoinette Devereux "I'm an ugly flower," she admitted sadly, looking absolutely crushed at this realization. For a moment or two, Antony continued to mope about being an ugly flower, until she saw the seeds on the table. Taking her hand (the one that was keeping her anchored to the chair), she reached for a handful, but before Antony reached them her chair shot out from behind her. The tattooed woman made a sort of 'aieee~' noise as she disappeared under the table. The sound of a body hitting the floor and a grunt of pain happened seconds later. Blinking, Antony stared up at the ceiling and declared herself dead. In reality, she was simply sprawled out on the linoleum, legs and hips under the table while everything else hung out from under it. Jamal_Reedy Jamal almost doubled over in laughter, finding this to be TOO FUNNY. He'd only had a single hit thus far so he wasn't as affected as she was...that and he was much bigger. It took a fair amount to really get him going. He slipped from his chair to fall into a squat next to the table, peering down underneath to see how she was faring. One hand reached out to shake the nearest foot. "Uh...Antony?" Antoinette Devereux "SHH!" She hushed him angrily, "I'm dead." And to her, that explained everything. Man not only was he not a flower, but he was trying to wake the dead as well. What did he think he was anyways, a witch doctor? "Protect the seeds," she told him woefully, as if it were her last request. Jamal_Reedy "You ain't dead...jus' stone off yo' a**..." He tugged on her foot again, an imploring look on his face. "Come on, lets get outta herr before anyone else comes in. "We'll get yo' damn seeds when we go." Antoinette Devereux "My a** fell off?!" She cried in alarm as she sat upright all of a sudden, her forehead smacked into the edge of the table with a sickening crack. Antony went down again, both hands clutching her head in pain. Groaning pitifully, Antony didn't dare to move. Even with her eyes closed she was seeing bright lights and stars, a searing pain knocking her sober for a brief second. Not really able to focus on any single thought, Antony simply continued to make soft, painful noises. Such a way to end the year. Jamal_Reedy Jamal facefaulted as her head slammed into the table. Oh sweet jesus. He came around the table and put his hands under her arms, hauling her up and away from the offending piece of furniture, careful not to have her fall forward. "A'ight, I think we betta leave," he said, trying to swing her legs up so he could pick her up without much trouble. It was going to be a fairly long walk. Antoinette Devereux She simply responded by moaning and then grunting softly when he hauled her from under the table. Attempting to stand up, she soon realized that he was trying to pick her up and lifted a leg, nearly toppling over in the process. Her head was killing her and the room was spinning painfully, but aside from that Antony was still in quite a pleasant mood. But she understood that he wanted to get her home. That was a very good idea to her, and she nuzzled into his chest. It was so warm. Jamal_Reedy Jamal swiftly caught her before she keeled over and shook his head in amusement. Good thing one of them was still sober enough to deal with this sort of thing...otherwise they'd both be thinking they were dead plants that lost their asses or something. He hoped to god Awen didn't walk in at this moment, because that would be way awkward. He moved away from the table, nearly tripping over the chair she had sent sliding earlier, and headed for the cafeteria door. It took some adjustment here and there to fit both himself and her out the door without banging arms or feet on the frame, but soon they were back out into the cool night air. Antoinette Devereux Yes, very lucky for her that he was sober, but head bump aside, she would rather be high than lose her good mood over Godzilla. The cool night air felt good on her forehead, and she smiled lazily, one of her hands still cover her eyes. Her other arm was draped over Jamal's shoulder, not that it helped him in the least with carrying her. She didn't even realize that they had left their trays (and her precious seeds) still littering the table. Jamal_Reedy Jamal hadn't even thought about the trays...whoops. XD; "Ya gonna kill yo'self onna this times," he chided quietly as he walked down the path towards the duplexes. "If I wasn't afraid you gonna kill me, I'd be tempted ta take away that pot I gave ya...but don't get yo panties in a twist, cause I ain't gonna do it." The latter was said quickly in hopes of keeping her from going ballistic in his arms. Antoinette Devereux Antony mumbled an incoherent response, keeping her head leaned against his chest. The hand holding her head moving to loop around his neck since it was so dark outside and the light wasn't much of a factor. "My head hurts," she moaned redundantly. Her head continued to throb, though the pain had become more dull than before. Jamal_Reedy "Well o'course it does,' he murmured with audible amusement. "I hope ya got some asprin at yo' place cause you might need it." He hoped she wouldn't have a huge bruise because that would be fun to try and explain when she wasn't high as a kite. ...God this was a longer walk than he remembered. Antoinette Devereux "Hello~," she said dramatically, "I'm a woman... And I bleed~." Well it was the truth. Antony paused, a sudden realization hitting her, "So I'm... Not a flower?" She didn't know if she should be disappointed or relieved. And as far as the walk was concerned, it had probably been longer when Antony had to heft the broken Jamal all the way across the village. At least she was smaller than him Jamal_Reedy "No, you're not a flower," he answered firmly, carefully winding around duplex buildings now that they had reached that area of the island. "And wit' any luck, you won't be." He squinted into the dark, looking for her duplex amongst the the masses. Antoinette Devereux "Sweet~," she said drowsily, suddenly feeling very tired. But she had only just woken up hours ago. That didn't matter right now though, only sleep. Antony wasn't thinking enough to remember that it isn't a bright idea to go to sleep after getting conked in the head. Jamal_Reedy With a bit more walking and a bit more searching, he finally found her duplex looming in the night. Thank god... He managed to get the door open with some more shuffling of Antony's body so he could get the handle, then stumbled inside the dark duplex, looking for the nearest chair or couch. Antoinette Devereux The couch would probably be the closest, a straight shot from the front door. She yawned, closing her eyes and dozing off somewhat and going loose in his arms. Maybe the sleep would take all the pain away? Jamal_Reedy "Aw no ya don't. You ain't sleepin' yet," he said as he swiftly deposited her on the couch and shook her shoulder to jar her awake. He remembered vaguely that people who hurt their heads shouldn't go to sleep right away...at least that's what he remembered the paramedics saying once when one of his gang members got the s**t beat out of them. He kept shaking until she opened her eyes. Antoinette Devereux A pained look came across her face as she was shaken, her head feeling like someone was violently drumming on it from all the jarring around. "Stop!" she whimpered, hands going to clutch her head to try and stop it from throbbing anymore. Jamal_Reedy "Ya can't go to sleep," he repeated firmly. "Now I'm gonna find yo' pain pills and get ya some water, but yous best not go ta sleep or I'll wake ya up again." He slid away from the couch and went to investigate the bathroom for pain meds, hoping they were easy to find. Antoinette Devereux Antony frowned, attempted to glare at him but the moment her brow furrowed, she groaned and simply closed her eyes, willing the pain away. Damn sleep Nazi. Her medicine was in the, gasp, medicine cabinet. The aspirin was next to her birth control and a few other bottles of drugs, which were unlabeled. Jamal_Reedy Jamal pawed through the cabinet and sortly had his hands on the asprin. The birth control pills made him smirk...that was always a good sign. Glad all the bases were covered. He made a quick trip into the kitchen to grab a glass of cold water, then headed back to the couch. When he saw that her eyes were closed, he furrowed his brow. "Open up yo' eyes," he murmured, hunching over her now, offering the water. He'd open up the pill bottle once she took that from him. Antoinette Devereux Grunting, Antony seperated her fingers to peer irritably at him before reaching out and taking the glass from him. The fact that she still kind of felt as if she were floating only added to the situation. At least he was nice enough to take care of her. Jamal_Reedy Jamal handed her the water and then opened the pill bottle, spilling two of the little white tablets into his palm. He then glanced at her for a moment, gave her an appraising look, and dumped out two more. From the looks of it, she'd need them. "A'ight, open up," he said in a mock-cheerful manner, moving his hands to her mouth to put them in for her so she wouldn't have to try and manage the water and the pills at once. Antoinette Devereux The offer only seemed to make her more grumpy, but she did as she was told, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Gods she hated being dependent on someone. Granted, it was her fault she was like this, but still... Once the pills were in her mouth, she immediately closed her trap and swallowed them, taking a sip or two from the glass afterwards. "Thanks," she muttered, eyes closing again. Jamal_Reedy "Ain't no problem," he said smoothly, taking the glass from her when she was finished with it, setting it to the side before giving her forehead a critical look. There was a nasty bump for sure, but he wasn't sure if it was going to bruise or not. That'd be fun to explain to people if she decided to suddenly become a social butterfly. He settled down on the couch, making space by lifting her legs up briefly, sitting, then putting them back down across his lap, and watched to make sure she wasn't falling asleep or if she had, that she didn't sleep for too long of a span. Antoinette Devereux Had she been sober, Antony would have been more appreciative, but the table attack had left her in a less than desirable mood. She yawned once he was situated, leaning her cheek against the back of the couch, the cool leather comforting her. She had a feeling this was going to be a long night.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:29 pm
Quiet Before the Storm Late in the night, Jamal pried himself from beneath Antony's legs and stumbled home, yawning widely as he went. Even though he was somewhat strong, carrying her from the cafeteria back to her place had been tiring. Upon entering his living quarters, his tank was thrown into the corner, his shoes kicked off somewhere into another corner, the bling was tossed onto the counter, and he did a 10 point bellflop into bed, where he promptly passed out into a deep, blissful sleep.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:50 pm
That night, at 3am on the dot, there is a LOUD sound of an explosion, originating from the sky above the Island. Looking out, or anyoune outside would look up to see a brief fireball in the sky. Following that, any power that is on begins to flicker, going through a few brownouts before finally shutting down altogether. If you happen to be awake at that point - you would notice all the lights around you, any electronic equipment that wasn't battery operated flicker and die. However, within a few seconds of the final powersurge and failure, you find yourself being pulled into a forced unconsciousness.
When you wake up, it is midafternoon the following day, though it would vary within a few hours depending on the individual. You are NOT in your duplex. You wake up to find yourself high up in the mountains. Your laying on a small cliff all the way up there.
All of the buildings on the island are in 'shutdown' mode. This means that everything is locked tight. If you attempt to force your way into any of the buildings, your own duplex and the Town Hall included, then you will find that from the outside at the very least, they are impenetrable. If any window was broken - it is now fixed. All of the lights are off - in every building. Even the electric fence surrounding the main laboratory is turned off - though still closed. Attempts to break into the main complex will be met with equal lack of luck as breaking into a duplex or the town hall.
The only items you have on you are the items that you would have been wearing when you were asleep/fell unconscious: including clothing and perhaps a few battery-powered electronics IF You would have been wearing them. That's it. Everything else is where you left it - if it was in your duplex, it still is and you can't get to it.
There is no sign of what happened to the staff. The labs are quiet from the outside.
Welcome to the Wild.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 9:50 pm
Unwelcome Violation Jamal had always been a heavy sleeper...the explosions on the outside were merely interpretted as something in his dreams and he snorted heavily and rolled over, the light flickerings not affecting him in the least for the same reason. Little did he know just what he was going to experience when he woke. -------------------------- Chirp. Chirp chirp chirp. Jamal grunted and rolled over, feeling a soft ache swelling in his head like the beginnings of a headache, a hand moving to fumble clumsily for his blanket. It was a bit chilly, which was odd, as he hadn't been cold once since his arrival at the island. When his hand met nothing except a surface that was uncharacteristically sharp and hard, he furrowed his brow and tried on the other side. Dammit, did he pass out on the table again? Cheep. Cheep chirp. The black man grumbled, eyes still closed, as he couldn't seem to find his blanket. Dammit...he had to be on the table. How in the hell did THAT happen? And what was making that godawful chirping noise? ******** birds? He really needed to get that window fixed. CHIRP."OW WHAT DA ******** bolted upright as a sharp, stabbing pain to his right n****e struck, eyes flying open quickly enough to see a large bird of some sort jump back a few feet and stand with it's wings partial flared...a long-legged bird of some kind. What the ********?! Had that thing just bit his man boob?! He was a little more than confused as he soon realized that he was not in his duplex nor anywhere that he even recognized. The open air all around him except for one side, which was solid rock, made him flare his nostrils in a mild panic and he skittered back against the earlier mentioned rock as soon as he also realized that he was on the very edge of a high cliff. Chirp. Chirp Cheep Chuuurit! The bird cocked it's head and reached out with it's sharp beak to try and pick at Jamal's toes. The black man would have crawled into the mountain if he was able, but instead he kicked the air wildly at the avian and shouted, eyes flashing angrily. "GIT DA ******** AWAY YOU ********' BUZZARD," he bellowed, grabbing a handful of gravel and throwing it as hard as he could at the bird. The large avian skittered back a few more paces and would have given Jamal a reproachful look if it was able. Instead, it made a loud screech noise and decided to relieve itself right here on the cliff, then turned to pick at a pile of sticks that had to be a nest of some sort. Jamal grunted and rubbed at his face, glancing down at the rock that he sat upon, and realized it was covered in bird feces. "UGH. UGH UGH UGH s**t WHAT DA ********?!" he screamed, jumping to his feet, which were bare. "Ohhhhhhh Jesus ********' CHRIST!" He started to do a badly imitated tap dance around the cliff as he sought to find a place that wasn't digusting, a look of absolute rage plasted on his broad features. This was NOT funny and someone was going to die as soon as he figured out what was going on. Finding a place that was somewhat clean, he sat back down and stared in disbelief over the cliff to look at the jungle and buildings below....he was so high up. In a way, it reminded him of the time he went up in skyscrapers back in Detriot...but...this wasn't the same. None of this made any sense. Chreeep. Cheep...chript! "SHUT DA ******** UP." Jamal whirled around, fist waving, and scowled at the bird, which had snuck up behind him and was then reaching out to tug on the little tails of his cornrows which were woefully out in the open air thanks to the fact his du-rag (and tank for that matter), where in his duplex. The bird honked and strutted away skillfully from the black man's waving limb as though random men appeared on it's ledge every day. His fists clenched as he beat his knuckles on the rock below, a sudden temper flaring. What the hell. WHO thought this was funny? Did they know who they were messing with?! This called for a smoke. A good, long...very intoxicating smoke. Thankfully he had worn his jeans to bed, as was common for him, and he was relieved to find his pockets still had joints in them, wrapped carefully in their usual bandana fragment. The gun lighter was still present also, thankfully. <********' b*****d...someone gonna die when I get off this ********' mountain so HELP ME ********' GOD," he screamed into the open air before jamming the blunt between his lips and lighting it, having difficulty because it was windy up there and his hands were shaking both from nerves and from sheer anger. Chreeeeep. Jamal whirled and snarled at the bird, clamping the joint firmly in his mouth as he hauled himself from sitting to all fours, then to a two-legged run as the avian skittered away. The bird squawked and flailed it's wings before it evaded the black man's hands by taking to the air, sailing effortlessly off and away higher up the mountain. Jamal's chest heaved from the sudden movement, hands still raised as though he was going to choke the s**t out of something. They were eventually lowered when Jamal came back to his senses and he returned to the semi-clean spot on the cliff, puffing on his joint like a wounded child. Someone was going to pay for this. Oh yes. He bellowed another string of nonsensical swearing, probably loud enough for anyone near the mountains to hear, as it would probably echo something fierce.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 11:38 pm
3 Reasons Why Jamal Makes a Bad Explorer Kim Nguyet As for Kim ? Well asleep by the time the explosion occured... awaken by the noise, only to be knocked out before she could grap what was going on.------------------------------------------------------ "GIT DA ******** AWAY YOU ********' BUZZARD," The sound resonated and echoed, making the form on the opposite end stir sightly... She was laying on the rocks, hairs covering most of the body almost like a blanket... old white, hole-ridden fabric seen, as well as pink panties. On her side was strapped a small bag... containing tester, stips, insulin, and everything else she needed. She was used to waking up in the middle of the night in panic with low blood sugar... Her caution was probably her saving grace, the situation in mind.
Where an I and who is screaming... It was the first thought that entered her mind as she noticed her face was against something hard... Brown eyes opening to see rocks, taking in a sharp breath of surprise and managing to sit, vincing as her feet laid on the shap rocks.
"....What the HELL ?!?" Kim rarely cussed, in english anyway, but now seemed like a good time to start. Where was she ?!? It was too real to be a dream... too real. And she was shaking too much for it to be a dream.
She knew exactly what her problem was... her first reflex was going to the bag and preparing the sringue the best she could, giving a few more colorful words as she missed her vein a few times before the needle finally entered the skin where it was intended. She threw the whole back in the bag once she was done, huddeling against the side of the mountain, waiting for her shakes to calm down. She couldn't do much in the meanwhile - coerent thinking itself seemed out of the question. Jamal_Reedy Jamal heard nothing coming from the lower part of the mountain, his own colorful language overflowing the air before him as he screamed and yelled between puffs on his joint. Rocks flung off into the open air as he was able to grab them, sailing down towards the jungle and mountain bottom without a care for what or who might be down there. He was stuck. ******** stuck on a huge rock full of bird ********' jesus christ I'm gonna tear dat red-haired b***h apart wit' ma bare hands," he snarled in reference to Aubrey, finding her to be the only true staff person he could put a face too. If he had ever met Moreau, it'd be different, but Aubrey would have to do. His temper curbed only slightly as the intoxicating drug began to work on his system. Kim Nguyet Kim simpely watched as rocks found their way down, thanksfully none landing near her. She glanced upward... nothing but a mountain... of course. But someone had to be there... Birds didn't quite cuss and b***h that way.
She still didn't dare to move... that is, until something... felt on her shoulder. She wished it was a rock... But it was white. And smelled... like s**t.
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"AUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH EW EW EW EW EW EWWWWWWWW !!!!" She wailed at the top of her lungs, grapping a rock and ignoring her own shaking as she tried to whipe the bird s**t off her t-shirt. Thankfully the hole was on the OTHER shoulder... Jamal_Reedy Jamal grumbled, losing steam slowly yet surely as he was comforted by the gentle wrapping of a high, eyes still narrowed harshly as he stared off into the distance. How the hell was he going to get home? Seriously, this was not even funny. "AUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH EW EW EW EW EW EWWWWWWWW !!!!" The black man paused, joint held daintily in the air just past his lips as he heard some sort of high-pitched garble of noises echoing up from somewhere below him. What the hell? He shifted forward onto his hands and knees, the joint returned to his lips, and crawled forward on the bird-s**t covered cliff to peer over the edge, looking for the source. He couldn't see down all that far, as ledges and whatnot obscured the view pretty well....but someone had to be there. Ignoring the fecal matter, he flopped onto his chest and tried to hang over the edge of the cliff a little more to get a better view. Had he not been somewhat high, he probably would have NEVER done that, but it seemed like a good idea right then. Kim Nguyet Right now, the notion that there had to be someone up on the mountain was far lost in Kim's mind, as she finished scraping off what she could and threw the rock as far as she could. She had yet to bother trying to put a name on the voice, as well...
She rested her head on her knees, mumbeling something in her mother tongue as her body started to finally calm down... and her mind starting to awaken.
There had been a big, huge noise... then nothing. What the hell had happened.
Then she remembered hearing things at the top of the mountain.
She slowly worked herself to her feet, hissing a bit each time she took a step, distancing herself in hope to be able to distinguish something.
But without her glasses, all she could make out where blurry blotches of color... Jamal_Reedy Jamal peered down over the cliff edge, sliding forward slowly inch by inch, unaware of the dangerous thing that he was really doing. Was that... "WHO DA ******** BE DAT?" he roared, seeing movement far, far below, slipping a little as he exhaled and scrabbling backwards rapidly so more of his body was on the rock, not hanging over the rock face. Wow, that was close. It was then he realized that the joint he had been smoking was missing and was flittering downward towards the mountain's base, flicking ash away into the wind as it fell. The black man watched the tiny white stick disappear from sight with a very forlorn expression on his face, forgetting that someone was down there. Kim Nguyet The scream made the small girl tense and sent a chill trough her spike... She almost dashed off running right then.
Stay calm... Stay calm... If I panic ill't only get worse...
She wasn't listening to her own advice very well.
"KIM !" She yelled back in answer, eyes narrowing as if it could somehow give them some focus. Brown... ...Brown !!!! She knew only one guy with brown skin on the island... But her lack of precise sight did not tell her how dangerously he was laying.
"JAMAL, THAT'S YOU ?!?"
They probabely looked and sounded very stupid, but she couldn't care less. Jamal_Reedy "HOW MANY OTHA' ********' NIGGAS YOU KNOW ON DIS GODDAMN ********' ISLAND," came the very loud, very irrate snarl from above. Jamal was very unhappy. Not only had he woke on a bird-s**t cliff in the middle of nowhere, but he'd lost his blunt and was being asked stupid questions. He slapped the offending rock surface with open palms and seethed quietly. This so better not be turning into a horror flick...because the black guy ALWAYS was the first to die. It was an unspoke rule in situations like this. Kim Nguyet Kim hmphed a bit in answer, too soft for him to hear.
Well thank you gumpy mc grump...
Somehow, heaven only knew how, she managed not to b***h him off un return, only giving an eyeroll. Jamal_Reedy Hearing nothing in response, Jamal set off in another long string of obscene language and heaved himself forward again over the cliff edge, again peering down at the blurry form way below him. "HOW DA ******** DID YOU GET OFF SO EASY?" he called, his voice very clearly showing the fact that he thought that whomever had chose their waking places wanted to really screw with him. Kim Nguyet ...Get off.
Uh.
"I DUNNO, I WOKE UP HERE AND THEN A BIRD SHAT ON MY FREAKING SHOULDER !" Screw politeness, after all. "I WAS ALLREADY DOWN !" Impossible that she had felt... from this high, she would probably have broke something. Jamal_Reedy Jamal said something to the effect of "GRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH" and beat the stone again before sliding backwards out of view, standing up on bare feet once more, and tried to decide how to get down. He'd have to climb, obviously, but that was a HELLUVA long way down. It'd take hours, to be sure, if he could even find a path. The way the rocks jutted out and about, it was going to prove to be dangerous. But he didn't know that, being high as a kite. Hell, as he looked over the edge, he could have saw an escalator straight to the bottom...it didn't look like it'd be all that hard to him at all. Hell, he could even jump down... He'd die in the process, but it seemed like a good idea. The black man casually let a foot dangle off the edge of the cliff as he considered that idea, very clearly not in the right mind. Kim Nguyet But then, Kim didn't see a thing... well, not clearly enough to be 100% sure of what the hell he was doing, anyway. But the blurry shapes where enough to seriously send her into wondering what the ******** was going on.
She could ask, really... But she really, really, REALLY didn't feel like putting up with the smartass answer she was likely to get in return, and damnitall she wasn't his mother. Right now confusion and annoyance where taking over her usually pretty tame and careful nature, yet she still looked trough the mountain to try to see if there was a possible way down... Because she sure as hell wasn't going UP. Jamal_Reedy Jamal continued to tempt fate, letting his leg swing over the edge as he started to daydream. If only he had caught that bird...then he could hold onto it's legs and float down while it flew. Yeah...it worked in that one movie, right? Obviously he wasn't not thinking rationally. "OKAY IMMA JUMP DOWN," he said suddenly, his voice vaguely slurred as he prepared to sail over the cliff edge. No problem, right? Kim Nguyet ....WHAT THE ******** ?!?
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"IT'S WAY TOO DAMN HIGH TO JUMP DOWN !!!" ******** being the local Capitain Obivious, visibely he couldn't even use his sorry HEAD right now. "USE YOUR GOD DAMN HEAD, WILL YA ?!?"
Why did s**t like this always happen to HER ? Aughhh...
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stare...
"...ON THE LEFT, IT LOOKS LIKE THERE'S A PATH."
God, you asshat, take the freaking path... Jamal_Reedy Jamal paused as he was gathering himself up for a 'simple' jump off the cliff, a brow lifted dangerously high so it almost disappeared into his cornrows. "WHY DA ******** NOT?" he retorted, arms crossing over his bare chest as he teetered unsteadily. "It ain't..." He paused, looking over the cliff, and swallowed "dat far", seeing a little more clearly now just how HIGH up he was. Okay, so maybe jumping wasn't a good idea. The indication of a path to his left made him whirl. A path? Where?... Oh, duh. It was over where that ******** nasty bird was nest building. No wonder he didn't see it. Without a word of thanks, he started to tromp down it, cursing something fierce under his breath. It was going to take awhile for him to get all the way down, sober or not. Kim Nguyet Kim was about to scream back, but then she saw him start to come down and sighed a bit out of relief, her mind almost completely blocking out the curses by now, with how sick she was of hearing them.
Oh thank GOD.
She muttered something herself, hoping he would keep on thinking straight and glancing around more of her surroundings, trying to figure out where they where and where the duplexes where...
Whoever had done this to them was very ******** in the head. Jamal_Reedy b***h b***h b***h. That's all Jamal did as he wound his way down the mountain, disappearing for long spans as the path cut him back further against the mountain-face and the sparce plant-life that had manifested itself there. On the way, he lit up another joint, deciding that the first had lived a charmed life and he'd never see it again. It was a very long time...nearly and hour and a half before he came into view again, maybe three stories or so worth of height above her. He was bleeding from a forearm, had a scrape on his face, and had a hole ripped in the knee of the jeans on the same side as the scrape on face and forearm. Turns out that one isn't so graceful when they're high...he'd tripped over a rock outcropping and fell. He hardly seemed bothered by it, however. He continued to puff greedily on the tiny stub of what remained of the long-extinguished joint, not realizing he wasn't getting anything out of it. Kim Nguyet And Kim waited, she wasn't really sure why... Probabely because she had no idea where she was and that she couldn't see jack s**t anyway.
She had managed to calm down, mostly, at least... ignoring the blasted joint as she went to him, in case he needed help.
"You're okay... ?" She asked, then trailed a bit, glancing at her surroundings again, helplessly. "You got any idea where the village is from here ?" Jamal_Reedy "Mmmfine," he grunted, pawing irritably at the drying blood on his cheek, as he spit the remaining joint piece to the rocky earth and joined her at the bottom. "Jus' a lil' fall." He wavered slightly as he stood there, a blank look on his face as he thought about he question. The village...the village.... OH. "Ummmm ova' there," he said, oh so helpfully, waving his arms in a wide arc in front of him, looking very much glassy-eyed. Kim Nguyet That... wasn't... helping.
She knew better than ask again, at least that's what she thought, trying to focus in the vague direction Jamal had waved at.
Damnit damnit damnit damnit...
"...Let's just go back... The ******** bird s**t is just.... yerk." Jamal_Reedy "Oh, I dunno. I thought da bird s**t was ********' awesome maself," he said very sarcastically, stumbling off suddenly in a lurching walk towards the forest as if he knew where he was going. He didn't have any idea, but...whatever. <********' b*****d...I'mma gut them sonovabitches I swear..." Kim Nguyet And Kim's best bet was to follow... So she did just that, mumbeling to herself a bit before becoming sillent, focusing on not losing him from view. Jamal_Reedy Jamal managed to find some sort of path through the trees, but it wasn't a man-made one...it was just one that formed due to how the plant-life grew. He had NO idea where he was going. Did he care? Not really. All the while he continued to talk to himself in grunts and curses, pausing now and then to take his agression to a small sapling or a bush, pummeling it with punches or tearing fragile branches from ******** dis island. ******** dis island 'n ev'ryone on it," he mumbled to himself, stopping to lean against a tree to catch his breath. The cuts on his arm stung painfully, only making him more angry and bitter. Kim Nguyet Getting better and better by the freaking second...
She stopped when he did, sliding on the side of a tree until she wound up sitting, not minding the scratches it made along her back. While he destroyed the wildlife, she would damn well BROOD.
Damnit, she wanted to be HOME and not here and and and...
Eventually she got sick of this, got up, and went ahead on her own, ******** the consequences. He didn't seem to know more about the surroundings than she did, anyway. Jamal_Reedy Jamal ignored her as she started off on her own. He'd get himself out of here! He was invincible! He was strong! He was...he was...really...high. 8D He moved forward where he was, adding distance between himself and Kim. Jamal_Reedy Soon enough the high that Jamal had wore off and he realized that he was alone. Again. "Gawddamit," he snarled to himself, plopping down on a fallen tree and resting his face in his hands. The black man's stomach rolled unpleasantly as he realized how hungry he was. He glanced around, looking for something that might be edible. Jamal was no boyscout, he soon realized. The thought of eating strange plant stuffs made him leery. He didn't want to die from eating the wrong thing...but that damn pot made him so hungry. Maybe bark was edible? He brushed a finger against the rotting log he was sitting on, actually considering it. Maybe he was still somewhat high. What was a city boy to do?
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 4:45 pm
Two Smoked Joints in the Jungle Does Not Make a Boyscout After a long session of sitting on his rotted log, Jamal's stomach rumblings only grew more severe. What the ******** could he even possibly eat out here? Leaves? Bleh....mushrooms? The only good mushrooms were ones on a pizza; he knew enough not to eat random ones on the jungle floor. The rotting bark beneath his fingers made his nose wrinkle in disgust because it had a fairly pungent odor. "Sonovabitch," he growled, trying to look up through the jungle canopy, looking for a sign of blue skies but it was still fairly dark. The mountain couldn't even be seen except for little fragments that showed through the branches. He was so lost. Jamal must have sat on that log for nearly and hour before he moved to get up, hands diving to his pockets to retrieve his trusty lighter and a joint. He almost wished he had a cigarette at that moment...he didn't want to use all his pot THIS quickly, but damn, he needed a smoke. Soon the scent of burning pot drifted into the jungle foliage as he took a drag, brows knit in frustration. He had no idea where he was, how to get out of here... <********' Christ," Jamal uttered around the blunt, moving away from the log to start on a clumsy jaunt into the thicker parts of the jungle. "I need a ********' drink. A big one. Like...a bucket." Yeah...that's it. A big bucket full of Captain and Coke, with a dozen cocktail umbrellas. MMmmmm.... And...and a huge chocolate cake. With white icing. Yeah, that's it. He smiled crookedly to himself as he went, the movements tearing the slash on his cheek open enough to draw fresh blood. His stomach rumbled in complaint, not appreciating the daydreams of good food and good drink, nor liking the metallic smell of blood hanging on his form...yet something in him made that same smell almost vaguely appetizing. He didn't realize this though, really. He kept his thoughts focused on cake. Which was to prove to be his undoing. As he was blissfully thought of desserts and booze, he didn't see the hole before him. It was a small one, left from a tree that was uprooted from a storm, but big enough to cause him harm. His foot caught the hole just right and he stumbled, his ankle flexing awkwardly as he went, and handed hard on his hands and knees with a distinct pop coming from behind. Severe pain shot up his leg and he bit back a scream, head curling inward towards his chest as his arms covered the back of his head and neck. Oh sweet jesus mother of GOD. Jamal slumped forward completely into the leaf litter, eyes smarting painfully as he tried not to cry. Eventually Jamal did roll over, sprawling on the leaf-strewn earth as though he was making snow angel, eyes closed firmly against the throbbing pain in his ankle. He didn't even care that his hair was covered in shredded leaf bits. The joint bobbled about in the corner of his mouth, forgotten only briefly until one hand raised up as he took a deep breath, then lifted it away to exhale heavily. Someone was going to die. How, he wasn't sure. But someone was going to die because of this. Then he was going to have a really big bucket of Captain. For now, however, the calming caress of a really good high engulfed his brain, soothing the shooting agony in his ankle. Maybe he'd just lay here for awhile. Yeah....that's it. Perhaps half an hour passed before the end of the joint was flicked off into the surrounding foliage without a care if it started a fire. He was too damn stoned to care. As he cracked his eyes open to peer at the air above, he swore he saw butterflies of some kind. ******** ******** jungle. He waved his hands about over his head irritably at the butterflies, which did not actually exist, making them expode into a dozen smaller butterflies. They continued to linger over his head. <******** YOU," he snapped, taking one more agressive swat at the make-believe pests, then rolled over onto his belly. God DAMN he was hungry. Where was a ******** vending machine around here?! He tried to get to his feet, but his injured ankle twinged painfully in response, so he assumed an all-fours position and started to scurry across the ground like a chipmunk on acid. ...was that CAKE?! Straight ahead was a stump...about the size and shape of a two-tiered cake, poking above screwn leaves. It was obviously NOT edible, being a stump, but to Jamal, it looked like that cake he had been dreaming of earlier. He cackled gleefully and practically pounced it, arms fastening around the rough bark in a bear hug. The feel of the bark did nothing to clue in the black man that this was not food. It was cake, dammit! Or maybe the pot just had the better of him at this point. Completely oblivious to the fact he was seeing things, he embraced his 'meal' and with jaws parted, he attempted to take a huge bite out of his 'dessert'. "Gawddamn dis cake taste funny," he mouthed around a shred of bark as he sat back and gnawed on the chunk of "chocolate cake", eyes crossed and bloodshot as he did so. It wasn't sweet, it wasn't soft and rich...it was dry like cardboard and flaked off in his mouth. Did someone forget to add the sugar and eggs? He pulled the hunk of tree away from his mouth and extended it in front of him, giving it a critical stare. Hm... It took him a moment to realize just what he had been actually chewing on, and when he did realize it, he gave a loud shout and threw the wood away, a spasm passing through his form. "UGH. WTF UGH UGH ICK NASTY WHAT DA ********," he groaned as he spat repeatedly to try and force the wood flakes from his mouth, wincing as he felt the sharp edges on his delicate mouth. This seriously was NOT fun. He shoved himself away from the offending tree stump, mourning the fact that it was not at all what he had thought it was supposed to be, and curled up beside another fallen log. This whole situtation blew worse than a five dollar hooker on a friday night. Maybe he'd just sleep. That seemed to be the best option right now. His head still hurt a bit, his ankle hurt a lot, and he was hungry and pissed off. This was not cool.
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