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 Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:01 am
Sasha plucked the sunscreen from Jerry's fingers, promptly squirting a healthy dollop of the stuff into the palm of her hand before she offered it to Syd.
"I'm glad I wore a dress," Sasha chirped. "It's a gauzy one, so there's lots of room to breathe. Why did you.. Jerry, you should have just worn a t-shirt or something, maybe? I.. that sweatervest can't be comfortable in this heat," she chided gently.
"I'm sure you'd be.. you know. More comfortable in just a shirt, right?"
That being said, Sasha squeezed her eyes shut and started slathering the lotion all over her face.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:04 am
"Nope. We're talking about personal health and safety. And there is plenty to go around," he added for the benefit of several sunscreen-seeking souls. Jordan struggled quickly back into his shirt and fixed them with the wobbliest expression he had ever seen. Harrison shrugged.
"Suit yourself. You'll just have to sit there. Being appealing. But you are really missing out, because I happen to be an ace suntan lotion applier."
He pointed at Rep instead.
"Alright, shirt off."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:06 am
"W-well, our hunter coats are very good at ah.... reflecting the sun!" Jerry babbled, "What with their um. Being white... and um... but... but yeah ah... yeah... ahaha...um!" And that said, he awkwardly shrugged out of his coat, tying it around his waist to try pulling his sweatervest up over his head. He hopped sideways a step as it got stuck on his glasses. "Ah...." He was trapped.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:08 am
Yes, Izy started roaring with laughter. It was hard for Syd at the moment, so she very casually turned away, her shoulders threatening to shake but not a sound escaping.
Izy crowed.
In other words they offered not a whit to this rp other than their own personal amusement.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:11 am
He couldn't really be disappointed, the cookie rush wouldn't let him be. So he folded to the power of manipulation, giving Jordan a lazy shrug. "Your loss, would have been fun."
Harrison got a brow raise but absolutely no resistance, Rep removing his jacket to tie it around his waist before shrugging off his shirt lazily, still bandaged at his side and his shoulder. " Hit me up ace."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:15 am
Sasha pursed her lips as she finished rubbing the sunscreen onto all pertinent bits of skin, opening her eyes to see Jerry trapped within the confines of his deadly sweatervest. Exhaling loudly, Sasha rose to her feet and removed her own jacket, calmly setting it aside before she turned back to Jerry.
"Stand still," Sasha requested in the most motherly tone imaginable, "Let me help, Jerry, before you fall over."
She steadied him with a hand on his shoulder before beginning the task of rescuing him from his glasses and sweatervest.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:19 am
Jordan grinned at Robert. "We weren't," he said. "Why, are you peeling someone's banana?"
Score. He'd escaped the sunscreen. "Have fun," he said, and pulled his coat back on, settling down to watch the process. Wait. Jerry had somehow gotten stuck in his own shirt. "Jerry, do you need help?" Jordan called. Oh, probably not. Sasha was helping - that was good.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:22 am
Robert did not lose sight of the joke in that question, because it was a d**k joke, and Robert got all d**k jokes. He also gave as good as he got. With a stunningly intellectual voice, Robert snootily looked down from his nose and huffed out. "Anybody who can't peel their own banana when they need to don't deserve to have a banana at all. So no. I ain't peelin' nobodies bananas."
And then there was a living sweater flailing around, and Robert briefly wondered if this was a good time to introduce purple nurples to the group.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:22 am
Quickly while they were preoccupied by Mr. Spark--Jerry, Syd slathered on her sunscreen, capping the bottle and putting it on the nearest table. She really hoped they had more of this floating around. Otherwise there would be some really pained hunters by nightfall.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:23 am
There were a lot of bandages back there, Harrison would have to be careful not to get anything soggy. He smirked at Jordan, previous guilt pretty much entirely replaced with a powerful feeling of friendship, and squeezed a fat blob of sunscreen into one palm.
While Harrison had done badly in school, and had not really been all that great of a policeman, and had not done the most thorough job of bodyguarding, there was one thing he really excelled at.
And that thing was back rubs.
Frankly, Rep's back had been put through the wringer, and he looked like he needed it. He avoided anything that looked maimed, and got to work on kneading the muscles.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:27 am
"M'ok!" Jerry mumbled through the fabric, mentally cursing himself.
Smooth, man, always smooth.
"I just- akk- hold on it's got my hair!" His arm flailed above his head as his glasses made life more miserable than usual.
And then he lost track of which way down was, wobbling for a moment as he struggled before like a mighty oak, the tall, scrawny man went down.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:40 am
Bix had been walking by, attempting to get himself some sunscreen when a living tree made of sweater material collapsed on top of him.
There was tangle of limbs and Bix ended up with slightly sweaty sweatervest in his mouth.
"PGFFTTTTTT! G'fff!" Came a muffled cry.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:40 am
Pre island Rep had always been objectionable to physical contact. On island too. So he'd never actually experienced a back rub. Let alone a good one. As such he'd gathered the kind of tension one could only get from having a hair trigger temper, multiple injuries and wielding a huge axe.
Under Harrison's ministrations he utterly melted, closing his eyes and shifting obligingly as necessary, once again almost feline in his reactions. Goddamn that was almost criminally wonderful.
Harrison was such a good friend.
"Y..you are reaaally ******** good at that mate." he crooned approvingly.
"Trrracey's jealous."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:42 am
Sasha pressed back against the cot, the edge of the frame digging into her calves as she moved to avoid Jerry's flailing. When he tumbled to the ground, Sasha sighed.
Loudly.
When she saw him pin Bix, she sighed even louder.
"Jerry, now, if you'd just.. if you'd just stop wiggling around and let me help you," the young woman stepped over him, moving to kneel next to his head. "Gosh. You've got yourself.. you are so tangled up, just.. Jerry. Stop moving and let me help you! You're squishing Bix!"
She was starting to sound more motherly and more exasperated with each passing second.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:48 am
Jerry gave a whine, feeling less cookie-tastic by the second as he simply went limp over top of Bix and waited for the untangling. God, god, god he was such an idiot, looked so stupid this was not how he imagined this attempt going.
"Sorry..." He managed weakly. Whether that was to Bix or to Sasha or the world in general... it didn't matter.
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