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 Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 3:18 pm
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Antony peered down at the scuffed boots from under the old Honda she was working on. Rolling out from under the car just enough for her dirty hand to open, she merely grunted, "Can you hand me the..."
The man with mousey brown, but graying hair simply nodded and stooped down to hand her said tool wordlessly.
"Thanks." She said, rolling back under the car with the appropriate tool in her possession before she addressed his original comment, "Dad, we already exchanged gifts."
"Well this one just came and-"
But she interrupted him before he could finish his statement, "I told you I didn't really want anything this Christmas." Sighing, the young woman soon pushed herself from under the car, sitting up once her head was clear of it, arm raising to point the dirty tool accusingly at him, "I don't want you spending too much on me, you can't afford it Dad."
"I didn't." Her father grinned as Antony lowered her tool hand somewhat, giving him a suspicious look when he tossed her a rag to wipe her hands with.
She caught it and tossed the tool back in the nearby box before she set to absently wiping the grease off her hands, "What do you mean?"
His smile didn't waver, only growing larger and more crooked, "Well ya see," he ran a relatively clean hand through his hair, "I entered your name into this raffle, and you won. Some private island, all expenses paid and-"
"Oh stop ******** with me." Antony frowned, waving him away as if brushing him aside, "I've got work to do."
"That's the beauty of it, I'm not." And before she could protest again, he handed her the opened envelope containing the congratulatory letter as well as all the necessary paperwork, information, and instructions for what she should do now.
Thumbing through the papers from the envelope, Antony's skeptical look turned to one of wide-eyed disbelief. "You've got to be ******** kidding me..."
"So what do ya say kid?" Came his hopeful interjection.
Shaking her head, she continued to look through the papers, and when she was finally convinced, the woman gave a positively sadistically gleeful smile to her father. "Where are my damn bags?"
Antony stood, pulling her father into a tight hug and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling away and grabbing the keys to her car, "I need to go see Owl. Bloody brilliant this."
Tossing the envelope into the passenger seat, Antony was soon pulling out of the shop's driveway and en route to the shop.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 6:56 pm
Once her breathing was steady, she sat up, sheet falling to settle at her waist while she leaned over to rummage through the nightstand. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, Antony shook the pack against her palm before pulling out a single cig and placing it between her full lips. Moments later, it was lit and she tossed the pack and lighter back into the drawer that they had previously resided.
The first drag she took was quite satisfying, and Antony smiled, relaxing back against the headboard before offering it to the man next to her, who took it gratefully. He was much older than her, possibly around twenty years, give or take a handful. Though for his age, the man who Antony called Owl was quite fit and littered with tattoos as well.
Her eyes, after lingering on his form, turned towards the digital clock overturned on the nightstand. "I should be going."
With that, the young woman pushed the sheet off of her and stood to begin the search for her discarded articles of clothing.
Owl watched her, not bothering to hide his gaze as he passed her the cigarette while she scooted by him to pluck her bra from atop the lamp. "So soon? But we have to make up for lost time."
She took the object from him silently after hooking the garment just found around her chest, taking a slow drag before replying, "We'll do that when I get back. Sarah will be home soon, and I'd rather not deal with that s**t before a vacation."
He frowned slightly, but beckoned her to him. She obliged, leaning over him while allowing the hand with the burning smoke between her fingers rest on the nightstand.
Wasting no time, Owl pulled her down into a kiss, fingers curling in her hair to bring her even closer. Surprised and willing to return the passion, she leaned into him, briefly forgetting about what had previously been doing.
Reality could always be counted on, and it clicked in moments later.
"Stay," he muttered lazily, eyes opening to graze over her face, but Antony simply shook her head and smirked.
"Can't, but don't you worry Sunshine, I'll be back before you know it." Giving him one last kiss before standing back up and returning the smoke to her lips for one last drag, which she snuffed it out in the ashtray on the nightstand immediately after.
She finished getting dressed, looking back only to throw a wink his way before she disappeared out the door and down the stairs.
Always leave them wanting more.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 12:01 pm
Always having been a heavy packer despite her laid back style, there was always the unsettling feeling that she had forgotten something important. One time it had been deodorant while at a tattoo convention, and another time it was shampoo.
She was not about to allow her first vacation in years to be ******** up by her forgetting something as important ad birth control or condoms, so a list had been written.
All of her identification was already packed into her messenger bag, which was to be her carry on. The travel arrangements were complicated and Antony didn't want to have any problems with foreign governments thinking she was a drug mule or something.
Stretching out her legs and letting her joints crack when they were loosened, the young woman uncapped the ball point in her hand and made a few extra notes on the folded piece of notebook paper and then marking out a few of the recently packed items off the list.
A hand rose to rest at the back of her neck before running her fingers through her hair from back to front, helping it stick up a little more.
Oh how she hated packing.
Luckily for Antony, after an hour or so, she was scratching off the last item from her packing list, an accomplished smirk was lighting up her face.
Now she just had to lug them all to her car. Bah humbug.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 6:34 pm
Sighing in irritation to mask her disappointment, Antony took the car out of park and moved to put it in reverse when a yell caught her attention. When she glanced over to the man running out of the garage with a camera, she pushed the car back into park and raised her arms in a hopeless gesture. "What took you so long old man?"
"Fatherly duties..." He grunted while opening her door for her, motioning his daughter out of the car and pulling out the Polaroid camera, "Now get'chor a** out of the car."
Antony knew better than to argue, and simply rolled her eyes while he took a picture. Once that was done, she moved to give him a hug, but stopped when he motioned her to stay still. One last flash of the camera later and he set it on the ground, offering one out to her before opening his arms for a hug.
"Dad, I'll be back in two weeks." She complained, rolling her eyes but smiling anyways, taking a step or two towards him.
"And I'm getting old, might forget what you look like while you're gone." Brice grinned crookedly before simply pulling his daughter into a hug, kissing her cheek. His stubble scratched her face, but she didn't care.
Laughing softly, Antony returned the favor before wiggling out of the hug and sliding back into the driver's seat, Polaroid tossed lazily onto the dash for now. "Two weeks and I'll be home. Call you when I land."
With that and a final wave, the door was shut, the car was out of park, and then she was backing down the drive and was soon out of sight.
Brice stood there, watching until he couldn't see her car anymore before scooping up his camera and examining the photograph with a sigh, "Time flies... But damn does she deserve it."
With one more look down the street, he turned and went back inside. That Honda still wasn't finished.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 6:37 pm
Especially the ******** I got stuck next to, and if it weren't frowned upon, I would have already stuffed the little disease monger into the overhead compartment. Alas, his mother is sitting in the seat directly across the aisle, far enough to avoid his constant squirming and questions, but close enough to keep a wary eye on me.
Maybe if I start talking to him about Satanic rituals and sacrificing goats she'll switch seats with him, or even better, he'll have nightmares for his entire vacation.
And on my left is a rather large, smelly man. Now I do not have any problems with fat people. I myself am quite curvy, but damn if the person doesn't bathe and is scrunched way to close to me in a too small seat. He's one of those guys that should have bought two seats but was too ******** cheap and decided to make me suffer because of it.
I swear, if he farts one more time I'm switching my meal and one upping him. Maybe I could singe some of the lard off his fat a** too.
Ugh, when a man has questionably larger breasts than me, he has more than just a slight problem.
It's just my luck to get a seat like this on an international ******** flight.
This calls for me to watch one of the movies on my computer and pray for land to come quickly.
Though I may end up adding a bit later into the flight.
-Antony
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:07 pm
AntoinetteDevereux She had never been on a helicopter before, and it wasn't exactly a pleasant first time. Though first times were never what one expects them to feel like, and therefore, Antony had taken to giving the approaching island a sour look while her leg bounced absently. All she wanted was one cigarette... Just one, but 'Mr. Massively Oversized Black Man' wouldn't let her. ******** him, it had been hours since her last smoke and after the plane ride down there she felt that not only did she need it, but DESERVED it as well. And so she willed the land to come faster, the helipad now in view, the giant 'H' looking ever so inviting as it did now. Not that she had seen any outside of movies and television anyways. The helicopter began to drop, and Antony gripped whatever she could tightly, closing her eyes for a moment before returning to watching the ground thankfully come closer. "Thank the gods." She breathed when they landed, a deep sigh of relief flooding from her mouth as excitement replaced her fear within the next breath of air. It was vacation time. Doctor Moreau As the Helicopter landed a long red haired man was standing there. Dressed in a sweater... on a tropical island of all things. He watched as Antony stepped out of the airplane. The look on his face showed a bit of distaste "Ahhh, Ms. Devereux I assume?" There was a jeep behind him and it was still running. He was obviously the welcomming commitee. AntoinetteDevereux The moment she was out of the damned helicopter, Antony was had a cigarette in her mouth and was lighting it, noticing the man only after taking a long drag from the smoke. "Yeah," she said while pocketing her Zippo, "And it's just Antony, if you will." Though her voice was slightly curt, probably still residual from her flying irritation, the tattoo covered woman offered him her hand in greeting. She was starting to feel much better, and even more after another drag from the cigarette resting between her middle and index finger of her free hand. Doctor Moreau Moreau avoided shaking the hand. Trying to play it off as though he didn't notice as he turned back to get into the jeep. "If you load your bags into the jeep we can get going. Your going to need an innoculation, we have a rare tropical disease going around." Moreau sat in the seat and continued speaking. "But with an innoculation you'll be fine. Then it's sun and fun." he half smiled. AntoinetteDevereux Antony saw through the feeble cover up, but said nothing, simply narrowing her eyes slightly while getting into the passenger side. She missed Sandy already. "Is that why the trip's free?" Scoffing somewhat, she continued smoking while listening to him, waiting for him to finish before replying further, "What disease if I may ask? And this island does have a bar yes?" Doctor Moreau "The vacaction is a promotional offer, just to get some publicity up and such. And we have an excellent beach bar. It's open at all times and you can make your own drinks, no charge." Moreau smiled as he drove into the forest and down the rocky forest road he knew so well. "So you won a benifit raffle..." Moreau was hoping that a raffle like this might attract a higher class of person. Atleast in his stuck up opinion, but he kept that to himself. AntoinetteDevereux "Yes. I did. Is there a problem?" Antony's jaw set, head turning to look at him as face to face as possible, almost challenging him to say more. She was used to being stereotyped, but that didn't mean she liked it. "And I'll be sure to take advantage of that." Facing front again, she attempted to calm down. This guy was going to stick her with a needle soon enough, and if it's one thing Antony learned working at a tattoo and piercing shop is never to piss off the person in control of the needle. Period. Doctor Moreau Moreau only half grinned as he pulled towards the fence. She wasn't what he was expecting, but she'd get what would be comming to her. The fence opened as he approached in the van and pulled into the parking lot. As he turned off the jeep and got out he broke the silence "This way." he said as he approached a door to a large lab building. AntoinetteDevereux She simply grunted in response, getting out of the jeep and kicking the door shut behind her before letting the remnants of her cigarette fall to the ground. Snuffing it out pointedly with her boot, Antony soon followed suit, eyes glancing up at the building en route. Doctor Moreau The building had a large feral labs logo on it, a major company in the U.S. which had started off with pharmacuticals but now had their hands in some other things as well. He walked through a glass door which opened itself and to an elevator which also opened as they approached. Waiting for Antony to get in he looked towards the wall which had no buttons "Floor 10" he said. AntoinetteDevereux Her eyes took in just how new this facility was, wondering exactly just how much money was put into the lab. The doctor's office she went to wasn't even this big, and that fact made her somewhat uneasy. Following his footsteps, Antony moved into the elevator, watching Moreau carefully out of the corner of her eyes. Doctor Moreau The elevator rose, till it opened to a floor with a metal doctor's table in the middle. "If you can just sit over there I will have the innoculation in a second." Moreau attempted a smile as he headed over to the cabnet to pull out the first serum. AntoinetteDevereux Shadowing him into the room, Antony hopped up on the table and watched him like a hawk. Needles didn't bother her, but it was the possibility that he was less sanitary than Owl's shop. That didn't exactly sit well with her. She'd so sue his a** if his procedure wasn't perfect. Doctor Moreau Moreau walked to the cabnet and ran his hand in front of it and it opened itself. Then he pulled out a vial of liquid. He reached over to the table. Moreau smiled as he pulled out a brand new needle that was set to insert the vial directly into. After inserting the needle he squeezed a little bit out of the tip and tapped it. He then walked over towards Antony. "This will only sting for a moment," he said. AntoinetteDevereux Antony was satisfied that he at least was sanitary, but still (for some reason or another) didn't quite trust him. Then again, she didn't trust loads of people and they hadn't done anything to her. Rolling her eyes somewhat, she gave him a mock look of fear, "But Doc, I'm terrified of needles." Obviously, with her piercings and tattoos, she was being blatantly sarcastic. Doctor Moreau Moreau laughed for a moment. "I'm used to offering that, but I meant the innoculation, not the needle." he injected the serum into her arm. "Of course you know, we have our own island native that specializes in tatooing." Moreau grinned as he thought of the Tatoo kit he'd gotten Pyroth. Native would be the term by now, Pyroth was one of his first subjects too, dropped in his lap so to speak. "That's all I need you for, let me show you out the labs and get you situated in your room." he began to head for the elevator. AntoinetteDevereux "Mhm," she said, absently watching him inject her, clenching and unclenching her hand out of habit. That's what the nurse back home always had her do. "Really now? That's one of my chosen professions as well. I'll have to stop by the shop sometime." This cheered her somewhat, and she pushed herself off the table, once again following Moreau to the elevator. Though his wording caused her to take a bit of notice, Antony decided to stay silent for now. Doctor Moreau The elevator closed and Moreau spoke to it again "Ground Floor" as the elevator lowered and opened again into the nice lobby. Moreau lead Antony out the door and to the gate. "Just up that small path there you'll find our duplexes. You'll be in Duplex 30, it's an upstairs. There will be a number on the door. If you need anything there is a radio device in the room, you can get someone here by dialing 0." Moreau let the gates close between them. "Enjoy the sunny holiday season." Moreau grinned a bit, since they were on and island after all. Although the north wind was there it was defintly warmer than most of the U.S. AntoinetteDevereux Antony nodded, glancing up the path as he pointed to it, immediately turning and heading in that direction with a backwards wave to the Doctor. "Thanks again!" She yelled back before muttering an addition under her breath, "Ya judgemental p***k." It didn't take her long to make it to the duplexes, and not much longer to find number 30. Opening the door and stepping in, Antony was relieved to see all of her stuff there and accounted for. Now to semi-unpack before hitting the bar and beach.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 3:58 pm
Antoinette Devereux Antony had given up on packing for now, and after changing into her bikini top and a pair of black board shorts, she shoved her feet into her flip flops and made her way to the door. With the keys safely in her pocket, she decided to not bring her cigarettes in case she wanted to go swimming. Wasn't it unsafe to swim drunk though? Whatever. It wasn't a long walk, and soon the path turned to sand. Immediately, Antony kicked off her flops and scooped them up before continuing towards the surf. Walking in sand was always better barefoot. Jamal_Reedy The beach was not completely unoccupied today, which was no surprise given the fairly decent weather. Jamal was down closer to the water, sitting in the sand in a slightly hunched manner, clad fully in jeans and a tight white tank. Today he was without his headwrap, but doubly clad in bling, thanks to Moreau's giftbox. From his fingers dangled a recently lit joint that emitted a faint trail of smoke from the tip. Oh yes...he was definately getting good use of his new Christmas presents, it seemed. He reeked of pot, yet he wasn't yet stoned or hadn't been recently. Probably remains of his last smoke earlier that morning. Antoinette Devereux When she made it past the dunes, her eyes caught sight of the black man down by the beach, and had it not been for the beautiful smell of pot, Antony probably would have continued past him to the beach bar. Instead, she was attracted to said smell like a moth to a flame, and instead of veering parallel to the shoreline to walk, walked straight towards him. Inhaling and smiling slightly, Antony reached down and tapped his shoulder with her free hand to get his attention first. She knew that she hated to be spooked while she was high, might as well be... nice and all. Jamal_Reedy Now that she was closer, she could probably see that he currently had headphones in, just the tiny earbud type, so it was probably a wise idea to tap him on the shoulder like she did, or he'd probably have never known she was there. Jamal made a face of mild annoyance, having had one of his favorite songs interrupted, and flicked the pause switch on his mp3 player before turning around partially to see who was bothering his peace. Dammit, all he wanted was some alone time to sulk and vent to the open sky. If it was Ambrose, so help him.... Instead he was met with a woman...and a highly tattooed one at that. This was enough to make him do a double-take of sorts; he'd yet to see ANY women on this godforsaken place have any sort of ink. That and she wasn't half-bad in a bikini either. "Yeah?" he said with a slightly confused quality to his voice, wondering if she needed something OR if she was going to tell him to put out his smoke. That would be his luck...can't even get high in peace around here. Antoinette Devereux A sort of suave smirk curled on her lips with his reaction, and she lazily chewed on the metal ring adorning the side of her lip. "Yes, I was wondering where a girl like me could get some high quality green 'round here?" It was clear that Antony knew exactly what he was smoking. Her eyes shown with a bit of mischief as she awaited his response, her free hand casually trailing from where she had tapped to the 'end' of his shoulder. That same hand soon came to rest casually on her hip, thumb hooking just inside the waistband, shorts falling a bit lower. Modesty, ha. Ganking some pot was her first priority. Not like modesty was ever a priority for, but still... Jamal_Reedy Well, since he was sitting on the ground, he had a fairly good view of her "assets" and being as he was, he certainly wasn't going to not notice her lack of modesty. He didn't mind in the least if anything. That and the fact that he was certain she just -asked- where to get some pot didn't hurt first impressions. "Well," he drawled, deciding to play it smooth, a brow arching up towards his meticulously braided hairline. "I ain't sure nobody else gonna have any 'cept me..." His voice was casual, yet his eyes too glinted in that same impish air that hers did as he took a nice, long drag on the blunt between his fingers. After holding it for a few moments, he exhaled lazily, then gave her a half-grin before letting that hand fall back to his knee where it dangled a few inches from the sandy ground. Antoinette Devereux Taking that as an invitation, Antony joined him on the sand and crossed her legs to sit 'Indian style.' "Well in that case, my name's Antony and it would bring me great pleasure if you decided to share yours with lil' ol' me." She made sure to emphasize a choice word or so since he seemed like a guy to appreciate extra efforts such like such. While she spoke, Antony allowed her eyes to finally take him in, a crooked smile adorning her lips. Not bad at all. Reaching out, she trailed an index finger along the ink closest too her. "I like these." she murmered honestly as she absently felt for scar tissue, "They healed beautifully." Jamal_Reedy Jamal was inwardly pleased when she took the inititive to settle on the sand with him, completely forgetting that Awen would probably have a fit if she walked up at this moment. His only defense at this moment would probably be that he was a man and this is how he rolled. Besides, this was completely innocent...at least, for now. He gave her an appraising look as she got settled and threw him her little line, that half-grin still plastered on his face as he put on a facade mental debate with himself. Again he took a puff, then after a moment of more mock consideration to draw out his decision, turned it so she could get it easily from his grasp. "I 'spose I kin share a lil' bit wit' a lady such as yo'self," he practically purred, starting to feel the effects of the drug finally settle pleasantly over his mind. As she traced a finger across a bit of his tribal pattern, he grinned fully, enjoying the attention, and puffed up a bit like a proud peacock. "Yeah, I thought they came out real nice maself...had a kickass guy back home who been doin' work like this fo' a long a** time and figgered he was worth hittin' up for some tat work." He paused as he looked at her sleeve work, appreciating the detail near the shoulder and chest...and a few other things while he was at it. Antoinette Devereux Her grin grew when he purred his decision, "Why thank you." Leaning in towards him and 'accidentally brushing against him, she carefully plucked the blunt from between his fingers. Before he could change his mind she was already taking a long, satisfying drag of the weed. Holding it in while an expression that resembled ecstasy appeared on her face, eyes half lidding before she exhaled, blowing a few smoke rings while she was at it. <******** brilliant," she murred between her first, and soon to be second drag. Antony did have to play catch up after all. Antony smirked to herself and replied, "Tell him that they do, in fact, kick a**... From one tattoo artist to another." Unfortunately, she was still under the belief that this was a normal island and that people came and left as they pleased. Jamal_Reedy Jamal watched her take two excessively long drags off his joint with mixed emotions. The stuff -was- pretty damn good, but...it was his! The one thing that stopped him from saying anything was the fact that there was more. Lots more. Hell, she might as well just keep that and he could start a new one. "Yeah...this s**t's betta' then what I started out wit', dat's fo' damn sure," he commented, stretching his legs out straight so he could dig in his pocket. He produced a tattered bandana fragment after a bit of clumsy exploration and unwrapped a series of five or six pristine, neatly rolled joints. He plucked one of those up to take the vacant spot between his fingers, then deftly rerolled the fabric piece, and replaced the package back into his pocket. "I was all out fo' awhile now...but someone dropped this s**t by my duplex yesterday. Glad someone wanna help a brotha out on dis goddamn island." At the mention of her being a tattoo artist, he gave her a look of mild surprise. She did inkwork? Hmm... "Well, I would, if ah could, but he be knowin' he onna da best in Detriot, so...he prolly 'preciate it though." Antoinette Devereux Antony was about to pass the blunt back to him, but ceased all movements of relinquishing it when he pulled out the headband. "Lucky b*****d," she grunted, shaking her head, "Wish someone would drop ME over a bag of green." Had she been clean and her mind clear, she may have stopped to ask what kind of person on such an island would give away bags of high grade weed as if it were candy. But she wasn't, so she didn't. "But damn, this is some good s**t." Not bothering to question why this guy, whoever he was, couldn't tell the guy who inked him all that, Antony simply blinked at the sudden realization that she didn't know his name. "Hey~ Does the brotha' have a name?" Not waiting for an answer, Antony stretched her legs out in front of her as well. Gracelessly, she allowed herself to flop onto her back so she was laying down, non-blunt hand tucking itself behind her head. Jamal_Reedy Jamal snorted some and dug in his waistband, producing a golden gun without much trouble. "If ya herr long 'nough, ya might get someone droppin' it off if they knows you like it." He didn't care to elaborate on that statement because he didn't really want to think about being trapped here OR the circumstances with it. He lifted the joint to the gun's barrel and pulled the trigger, sending a tongue of flame from the barrel to light his new smoke as Anthony inquired of his name. It was then tossed unceremoniously back on the sand, caring little if it got grit in the mechanism. Surely he could just get another. "Da name's Jamal," he replied after taking a drag, then exhaling the smoke through his nose like some sort of chinese dragon. The air above them was growing steadily more and more smokey even though they were out in open air. Antoinette Devereux "Pleasure," she crooned, absolutely and positively relaxed now, and with one final, long drawl of the blunt, it was finished. Puffing her cheeks out comically, she exhaled upwards and pretended to be some sort of volcano, or something. "Bam," she muttered, now empty fingers trailing absently on her stomach while she watched. It was then that Antony's eyes caught sight of the waves crashing in front of them, and her full lips curled into an absolutely evil smirk. "'Ey Jamal, how's the water here?" While waiting for an answer, the tattooed woman pushed herself from the sand, propping herself up with her elbows for the time being. Her index finger and thumb were already tugging on the tie that rested in the middle of her backpiece. Jamal_Reedy Jamal did smirk as she blew the smoke up and away and leaned back now so he was almost on the verge of rolling onto his back, casting the sky a calculating look. God damn it was nice out today....he absently wondered if maybe he was turning into something that could fly. That'd be cool...he could just fly off the island... His idle mind drift was interrupted by Antony's inquiry of the water. He glanced back just in time to see her start to tug at the back of her suit, a brow lifting immediately and his eyes gaining a very hawkish look to them. "It ain't bad..." he murmured in a nonchalant manner, yet the way he spoke had a bit of lift to the words that might have sounded encouraging in a very superficial manner. "I ain't been out there in awhile, but I figger it ain't changed much since I been out." Antoinette Devereux "Good." Antony smiled, pulling the tie loose before stumbling to her feet, the top somehow still adaquately covering the Girls. Blinking towards the ocean as she distrupted the looming cloud of smoke that had accumulated above them, Antony pulled off her top only seconds later. It was immediately flung up the beach behind her, away from the approaching tide. Thumbs hooking in her waistband, she shucked off her shorts and whatever else (she couldn't remember if there was anything else) down, stepping out of those and tossing that, along with her flip flops, up the beach as well. And then she was off running towards the water, clutching her assests as she ran. Running naked sucked for women, well the endowed woman, and damn, that s**t hurt. Once in the water, she waded out until it came to about even with her chest piece. "Yur right!" she chirpped loudly, "Water's nice." Antony absently bobbed her head to the tune that had snuck up into her head... Baby shark doo doo do do... Jamal_Reedy Jamal blinked rapidly as she disrobed, then appropriately stared wide-eyed in some sort of quiet reverence as her naked form sprinted across the sand...away from him. Alright, well, that wasn't exactly fair, but hell...he'd take what he could get! The mental haze that the drug had produced only made this more surreal. First off, he meets a strange chick with lots of tattoos who smokes pot and seems pretty cool...then the same strange chick decides to get naked and take a swim. Score! He hastily got to his feet and brushed the sand from his jeans, plucking his lighter up before it got buried, then started to wander towards the surf under the pretense that she was hard to hear from where he was previously sitting. He played this up by looking confused. "What you sayin?" He could hear her fine where he was, but hearing was one thing. Seeing was defintely another...and since she was definately legal, he had NO qualms about conversing with a completely naked woman on the open beach. Antoinette Devereux Hey, this wasn't fair at all. Waving away his previous question, Antony patted the water's surface like one would pat a chair next to them. "******** tha's**t! You... You look. You join..." Looking slightly disoriented for a moment, Antony soon shook her head and grinned cheekily. "Pants... Off!" She commanded, crossing her arms over her chest and blocking his view, smug look on her face. Backing a bit into deeper water, Antony forgot about covering the Girls and simply began to tread water, eyeing him expectantly. He didn't seem like the guy who would p***y out. Jamal_Reedy Jamal's eyes narrowed as his glorious view was 'unfairly' obstructed...dammit, she wasn't as ******** up as he had hoped. He uttered a small grunt of disapproval and disappointment as she demanded he strip too. Getting naked on a public beach was a little more out of his realm of normalcy, unless it was night and he had 'business' to attend to...but to do so in broad daylight where ANYONE could just walk up? Good god, he didn't want someone like Chubbs or Ambrose to come sauntering over to the beach. Or Awen. It was better to not even think of that right then. But he was a man. And men like to seize the opportunity when it presents itself...and what would any red-blooded man do when a naked female was inviting him CLOSER if it meant just getting rid of a few bits of clothing? He was sure that the answer would be to do as the lady commanded, of course...and even more so if it was said in a challenging manner. Plus he wasn't going to do anything -bad-. This was just skinnydipping, right? 8D Jamal tugged off his tank easily and let it drop in the sand at his feet, a very mischievious look in his eye. "Ya sure?" Antoinette Devereux "Unless ya don't wanna." Antony shrugged, lazily moving to float on her back since she was past the breaking waves. Finding this activity to be not as easy high, she stopped soon after and moved to where she could stand. When he took his shirt off, she stared, allowing her eyes to take in the sight before her, but after a while, she became slightly impatient. "Eet's okay if ya don't, lots of guys aren't man enough to handle me." Nothing like a little bit of good ol' peer pressure and threatening a man's ego. Raising an eyebrow, eyes gleaming sadistically, Antony put her hands on her hips and giving him an inviting wink. What straight, HIGH guy wouldn't want to swim with a naked, and also high woman? Jamal_Reedy This straight, high-as-a-kite guy certainly wasn't one to back down from an obvious challenge from said naked, high woman. Off went the bling, off went the jeans, and off went the boxers all in quick sucession. "Man 'nough fo' ya?" he said smugly with a bit of veiled insinuation before entering the water and sloshing towards her general direction. Antoinette Devereux Men and their egos. "Only if ya know how to ********' use it." Antony chuckled, not caring to avert her eyes, which despite her comment, held an air of approval in them. Standing on tip toes, she cocked her head slightly once she realized just how tall he was compared to her. Damn, it just kept getting better. Jamal_Reedy "Don't worry 'bout dat," he said with a VERY smug grin. "I ain't neva' heard no complaints." He slid easily into the water, disappearing briefly only to reappear about a yard or two away from her, the water obscuring the 'view' somewhat since it was deeper there, but not completely. This wasn't about him, as much as he didn't want to admit him. He'd give up all the ego-boosting if it meant he was going to get a free peep show. Antoinette Devereux She rolled her eyes, but smiled anyways, "I'll believe ya when I see... wait, feel it." Whatever, close enough. Balancing on her toes, here violet eyes followed his shadow until he reappeared on the surface in the deeper water. "'Ey," she complained, half whining and smile turning into a frown of sorts, "You're too ******** deep..." Trailing off and eyeing him in thought she finally came to another bright conclusion, "...and ******** too tall!" Jamal_Reedy Jamal didn't even bother to comment. He figured his smug expression would work well enough for a response to the first comment. The second, he let his mouth slide into a smirk and he lowered himself further in the water to completely obscure his nether region, very obviously teasing her. Bwaha. Antoinette Devereux "S'not my fault I'm bloody short," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest, but soon lost her balance without her arms and allowed them to return back to 'treading.' She didn't care that she could no longer see below his waist, she had already gotten a damn good looksie earlier. So Antony retaliated in the only logical way possible, hand coming out of the water and splashing as much water as she could in his general direction. Jamal_Reedy "Short ain't always bad, ya know," Jamal said agreeably, winking before a wave of water assaulted his face. He sputtered and nearly lost his balance as well out of surprise. You know what they say about a man with big hands...they make big splashes, of course. If she wanted to play that way, then fine. He reciprocated the gesture by sending his own wall of water at her, doing so in a slightly more clumsy manner than he'd have liked because the motion of the water was messing with his senses. Antoinette Devereux Her first reaction was to dodge the entirety of his spash, but of course, she only succeeded in flailing and then stumbling off her toes and falling backwards into the water. Underwater, Antony's hands went first to make sure that her glasses were, in fact, still there and that they'd stay there. She kicked hard off the sand the moment she found bottom again, head breaking the surface seconds later and several yards deeper thanks to the current. Coughing, she spewed some salt water out before realizing she had to tread water there, hand securing her glasses flopping into the water only to return to push her bangs out of her face. "You could have drown'ded me!" she accused, huffing slighting before grinning absently, "Butcha didn't! Ha." Jamal_Reedy "Feh, I'da saved yo' a** then," he scoffed. "Cause...I be a nice guy like dat." That and he could use that as a covert reason to TOUCH the goods rather than just windowshop. Yet he didn't offer her any help. She was doing alright he figured...she just ended up out a little deeper. He rolled onto his back and floated now, not really caring what was exposed because he felt distinctly lazy now...and damn, he was starting to get hungry too. Antoinette Devereux "Uh huh, I don't give out free gropes." Antony immaturely stuck out her tongue, barbell gleaming in the sunlight before she shut her mouth, tongue safely inside. His thoughts seemed to be on the same line as hers, one hand going to her stomach as it grumbled. She absently wondered where the food was on this island before she actually asked, eyes scanning the shoreline in determination, "Where're the eats around here?" Jamal_Reedy Jamal tilted his head back a little to try and look at her, but found himself swamped instead by a gentle wave. He sputtered in a rather unsexy manner and hastily stood, hands pawing his face to get the water away from his eyes and mouth. Blech. "Who said anythin' 'bout bein' free. I gave ya a few hits," he managed to say in his most piteous voice, but gave up on that line when his stomach lurched and almost gurgled loud enough to be heard over the water crashing the shoreline. "Uh...food...ain't far from herr, I think. Da bar down that way but last I knew all da booze been taken away. Da cafeteria ain't too far either, but it back by da duplexes. I'm ********' starvin'." That and his buzz was starting to wear down. He simply had to fix both issues. Antoinette Devereux "So?" The moment he acknowledged that there was food close, Antony was swimming to shore. Food was motivation enough for her. That and the waves were getting close to sweeping away their clothes and that was her only swimsuit. ******** that. "But I'd have to put my clothes back on for the cafeteria," she complained as she hurried up onto the beach to scoop up her clothes. Pausing, her eyes drifted to his pile of clothes, and after a look back to Jamal, cheeky grin included, Antony immediately swiped his clothes as well, bling and all, before darting in the general direction of away. He'd probably catch her, but she wasn't exactly thinking that far ahead. Jamal_Reedy He followed sedately, eyes glued to her backside as it emerged from the water a few yards ahead of him. However, when she stooped to get his clothes, then started to run, he face faulted. Oooooh no, that was NOT part of the deal. Jamal erupted from the water with an indignant, highly articulate shout of "HEY WHAT DA ******** YOU DOIN'?!", nearly tripping over the slight lip of sand that formed where the water had eroded away where the waves hit the shore, and pelted down the beach after her. Thankfully he had long legs, so he easily gained on her as sand sprayed out behind him as he ran, and stretched an arm out to try and grab wildly at her shoulder or an arm or SOMETHING that would make her stop. He needed his clothes, dammit! And that bling was ********' expensive...and...he had weed in those jeans! Antoinette Devereux His shout was inspirition to run faster, which wasn't much considering she had an armful of clothes and was lacking balance, so when his hand caught here wherever, Antony was thrown off balance and directly into the sand. Wind knocked out of her lungs, she rolled over onto her back, sand stuck to the half of her body that had hit the ground. Choking slightly as she got some air back into her, she raised her hands in a sort of 'I surrender' motion. Seconds later, Antony dissolved into peals of laughter, hand roughly wiping sand off of her face. Soon she regained her composure, eyes opening to blink upwards at where she guess he would still be standing. Jamal_Reedy Yes well, provided he was still standing, she'd probably be looking at him. However... When she was thrown off balance, so was he thanks to his dissolving, yet still obviously present high. In an effort to not step on her, he tried to dodge but somehow his foot didn't connect with the ground properly, but instead hooked under one of her legs and he did a neat flying somersault over her and landed face first into the grit. So now he was lying face down in the sand, muttering a slew of curse words into the deaf earth, with sand in VERY uncomfortable places. He wasn't sure if he wanted to roll over or not at this point, but he did anyway, throwing himself into a hunched position similar to how he was initially found earlier that day. One forearm went up to scrape some of the sand away from his eyes. His hair and the little facial hair he had was caked in sand, giving him a fairly comical appearance. He would have been more pissed had he not had a rather SPENDID view at this point. Jamal did have the presence of mind to grab his clothing away and jam them in his lap in a very posessive "MINE" gesture. Antoinette Devereux As mentioned previously, modesty was never something Antony had to worry about, and when she didn't locate him upwards, she looked to her left, and then to her right, finally spying Jamal and nearly succumbing to more laughter. Instead, she simply grinned at him through whatever sand was left on her face. "You would have gotten' em back," she explained, or rather stated randomly. If she hadn't been so hungry, Antony would have been content to stay laying there for a bit longer, but like Jamal, the sand was not so comfortable in various places. That and she definately had the munchies. Food, or shower? She contimplated the possibility of eating and showering, forgetting her mission to get up and go somewhere for the moment. Jamal_Reedy "You women be crazy sometimes...how da hell was I ta know? s**t." He tried to blow some sand off his top lip but gave up. He wasn't going to let go of his clothes for ANY reason now. Jamal grumped irritably and got up, clothes clutched protectively to his chest, and tromped back for the water, wading in partially to help rinse away some of the more troublesome sand, then came back out to put on his boxers and jeans. The tank was left off and thrown over a shoulder. Antoinette Devereux Yes, women were crazy, and that was one of the key reasons for her being completely and utterly straight. Not that she had any problems with homosexuals, but two sets of PMS was something Antony drew the line at. Eyes following him and the nice view of his rear to the water, Antony stood up to follow before noticing an outdoor, open shower just up ahead. Brilliant. Bending over to slip on her flip flops, Antony also scooped up her clothes, shaking them free of as much sand as possible before meandering towards said shower. Her clothing was hung on a nearby sign for the beach bar before she turned on the water and stuck her head under the spray. Ah, how she loved short hair. Taking her glasses off briefly, she tilted her head up towards the spray before replacing her specs and moving to rid her body of as much sand as she could. Cold water be damned, this sand was on its way OUT. Jamal_Reedy As the sand on his face dried, he was more capable of wiping it off with his hand instead of using more water. True enough, his hair was going to be sandlogged for awhile, but...he'd probably pick out the braids soon enough and redo them anyway. Damn hair. Being the gentleman he was, he didn't stare at her as she showered. Nope. Not at all. ...okay, maybe just a LITTLE. Antoinette Devereux She was done soon enough, shaking a bit of the water out of her hair before pulling on her clothes, or trying to as best as she could. Damned water. After a struggle, partially thanks to the wanning effects of the earlier smoking, her shorts were on and Antony turned toward Jamal, raising an eyebrow at his look. Striding over to him, she tugged the tank from his shoulder, and after shaking it free of sand, she took off her glasses and wiped them dry. Once they were spotless to her liking, the young lady replaced the shirt over his shouder and patted his stomach with a grin. "I'm ******** hungry," she announced, raising an eyebrow and glancing up at him expectantly. He had been on the island longer after all. Jamal_Reedy Jamal uttered a "Help yo'self" as she took his tank and used it for glass cleaning, then brightened when she announced she was hungry and gave him a look that clearly meant "lead the way". He dug around in his jean pocket again, producing the bandanna fragment and it's concealed treasure. One joint was again taken from it's brethren and put between his lips while the others were carefully put away. Then he put it between his fingers to speak. "Well....I figger the cafeteria got food in it fo' sho' so we might as well go there," he said with an indifferent shrug as he pawed for his lighter. Nothing like a predinner smoke to really get an appetite going. Antoinette Devereux "Sounds good too me." Antony glanced at the newly procured joint, but simply smirked inwardly as she began to head in the direction of the duplexes and, apparently, the cafeteria as well. As they walked, small talk was chosen by her to fill the silence, "So, what brought you to the island?" She ran a hand through her hair to try and get it dry faster, scrunching the back between her fingers to get it messier. Jamal_Reedy He followed along, lighting his new joint, and put the gun-lighter away in the waistband of his jeans. The question presented to him did cause him to blanch slightly. Did he really want to get into that?...if she was a new villager, he was certain she would find out ANYWAY. Best get it out in the open anyway and clear up any misunderstandings. "Well...brotha' had a lil' slip of da finga' wit' his gun 'n killed someone," he started, taking a long drag to emphasize the silence that fell after that statement. "So uh...kinda hidin' from the cops at this point. You?" Antoinette Devereux She vaguely remembered him mentioning this earlier, and simply nods, "Better than being a rapist, ain't no accidents there." It was partially a joke, and partially serious, shrugging seconds later, "Eh, I'm not going to judge you on that... Not one to judge usually, so we're cool. No worries." Somehow, she felt the need to explain that too him before answering his question with a lopsided grin, "Ah, my father entered me into some raffle and I won a vacation, so I'm only here for two weeks." Jamal_Reedy Jamal grew uncharacteristically quiet at her explaination and again took a long, strained hit from his joint, frowning intensely as smoke dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he held it in. So now the Doc was calling this place a vacation? "Two weeks?...yeah right," he mumbled louder than he meant to as he blew out the smoke. He didn't offer further on that though...he -really- didn't want to be the one to drop the news on new people, especially if he might have beat the system. He might jinx himself. Antoinette Devereux "Well yeah, I have two jobs and family back home, among other things..." she trailed off, chuckling softly at the thought of Owl before continuing, "Why would I stay any longer? Then I'd have to pay, and I ain't ******** rich." Glancing around at the various duplexes, Antony changed the subject unintentionally, "So where are you staying? I'm in duplex thirty if you ever... need anything." Jamal_Reedy "...Right. Well, sometimes things ain't always goin' to plan," he said cryptically before happily accepting the subject change. Whew...free from that particularly nasty topic, at least, for now. "Ma duplex is 7...da one wit' da broken window," he said with a nod, growing a bit more dazed and relax now as he was comfortably engulfed by a new high. He noted the hesitation in her statement and a brow lifted. Needed anything, hmm? Antoinette Devereux Broken window? Well maybe some punk threw something at his window and broke it... or something like that. "How'd it end up broken?" Antony spied a building up ahead that seemed to look like it might be a cafeteria and she motioned towards it with her question, "Is that the cafeteria?" Hopefully, it was. Jamal_Reedy "I did it," he said calmly, turning the blunt to offer her a hit if she wanted it, his eyes half-lidded in a blissful manner. "Uh...long story behind it." The black man peered ahead at the familiar building, hunger building intensely in his stomach now that the prospect of food was so close...so close... "Yeah, dat's it. They got good food in there most o' da time so we'll prolly be a'ight." Yet as they got closer, he could make out shapes through the windows of the building and heard the rattle of dishwear and voices as they got rather close. He paused, sure that he recognized the voices to be those of changed villagers...and he really didn't want to get into that right then. "Uh, actually, I think people got da cafeteria all hung up on some staff thing, now dat I be thinkin' of it," he said quickly, trying to come up with a quick lie. "Uh, da staff said somethin' da otha day, but I jus' remembered. Damn weed messin' wit' ma head. Uh...I got snack s**t at ma place, if you a'ight wit' dat instead." Antoinette Devereux Considering the offer while listening to him, she finally reached out and took the blunt from him, lazily taking a single hit before handing it back to him. About to ask for the long story that was behind the broken window, Antony opened her mouth, but soon shut it when he verbally veered her away from their destination. "The entire cafeteria?" She didn't sound convinced, but the prospect of going back to his place was, in her professional opinion, much better than any public venue. "Aight, lead the way." A quick glance back towards the cafeteria didn't offer her much explanation, only able to see general shapes and shadows.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:02 pm
Jamal_Reedy --Continuation of Beach RP--"Eh yeah...them damn staff people always hoggin' ev'rythin'," he said with as much conviction as he could muster, trying to make his point valid and to squash any further questions about eating there. He started heading towards his place, which wasn't too far from the cafeteria to be much of an annoyance, finishing off the last bit of his smoke before extinguishing the very end with a pinch between the tips of two fingers which he licked, then tucked it into his pocket. He'd get the last bit of pot out of that and use it sometime when he was desperate. "I got some snack s**t at ma place...so it'll work a'ight fo' da munchies 'til them bastards give up our dinner place. Hope you ain't dat picky..." As they walked, his place came into view and indeed the broken window was still quite visible from the beaten path from the cafeteria. Bits of wood still lay scattered about in the grass, but it appeared that the glass had been cleaned up somewhat, probably to keep those who walked barefoot from getting a nasty surprise. Antoinette Devereux "Right," Antony muttered, but not pushing it any further, instead watching him snuff out his blunt with mild disinterest. "Nah, not too picky," she reassured, eyes glancing at the window and the surrounding damage, eyebrow raising slightly. Still, at least it didn't look something that was hard to fix, though she made a mental note not to walk over there in case of stray broken glass. Jamal_Reedy "Good," he said simply as they reached his duplex and he threw open the door. The place was still pretty messy from his little fit, but it didn't smell like old laundry and food like it had previously. It reeked of pot. Lots and lots of pot. The only thing that looked potentially nice and tidy was the assortment of glass liquor bottles along a shelf over the bed, complete with shot glasses and half-drank bottles of pop. Most of the bottles were on the verge of being empty. Along side those bottles was his large baggie of weed that looked like it hadn't been touched due to the vast amount in it. The rest of the room was a disaster. He didn't bother apologizing for the mess...why apologize for something he wasn't sorry for? Instead, he gave a haphazard wave to take a seat in either the one remaining chair or on his bed, whichever struck her fancy, then went to dig around the cupboards for the food he'd nabbed lately. Antoinette Devereux Blinking as the wall of pot hit her, she merely chuckled inwardly and gave an owlish grin towards the bottles of liquor. With the wave, Antony made her way over to his bed, sitting down on it before deciding that the liquor, in fact, needed her attention. Up onto her hands and knees, she crawled to the head of the bed, remaining on her knees when she reached out to examine a very lovely bottle of what seemed to be vodka. Now, was it the good stuff... Or was it the cheap, grainy stuff that Antony and her friends would drink way back in high school due to lack of funds. A squeal escaped her lips when she saw that it was the good stuff and her eyes gleamed with joy as they looked up to continue hawking the shelf. That would all come later, right now, she had a date with her friend, Mr. Grey Goose. Plucking a clean shotglass from the shelf, Antony planned for a later menage a trois between her, Grey Goose, and Captain Morgan, and should luck have it, Jamal could join in too. Jamal_Reedy Jamal soon returned with arms full of snack-sized bags of chips, some individually wrapped snack cakes, a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and some various crackers and cheese in a spraycan. This was dumped on his crumbled bedspread, his expression giving him the impression of being some sort of benevolent saint. "Not a bad idea," he commented, seeing her go for the liquor. He was much more in the sharing mood when he was high and starving. As long as he could eat something, he wouldn't care that she was taking his booze. He could always get more as long as the last place he stole this from was restocked. He tore into a swiss cake roll and jammed it in his mouth, then reached up for his favorite bottle of liquor...oh, Captain Morgan, how Jamal missed thee. However, he wasn't enchanted with shot glasses tonight. He opened the bottle with a flourish and took a straight shot right from the container after swallowing his sugary treat. Mmmm.... Antoinette Devereux It was raining snacks! Grabbing for the last Twinkie in sight before she opened Le Grey, Antony ripped open the package and took a bite of little devil. The rest of said snack didn't last much longer and she was soon pouring herself a shot. Shots helped her keep count, and thus, helped her gauge when to stop as to not a) vomit profusely the entire night, or b) receive the retribution of the Hangover from Hades. Without wasting a moment, the shot was downed and she returned her attention to the pile o'snacks, sorting through the crinkling wrappers for something chocolate-y and an embodiment to all that was good in the world. Oh where art thou Mr. Snickers bar of love. Peering up at Jamal (way up), Antony sent him a look purely of impish nature before letting her eyes leisurely scan down his body before pouring herself shot numero dos. Jamal_Reedy Somehow this impromtu 'dinner' in his duplex with some strange woman he didn't know all that well (but had seen PLENTY of) didn't seem to bother him in the least. If anything, this was oddly reminiscent of home.... He flopped on the bed with the bottle of rum clutched by the neck, grinning to himself as the high was accentuated by the buzz of liquor in a very slow manner, like it was creeping slowly up his spine to dabble leisurely over his brain like a low-hanging fog. Jamal, for once, didn't notice the casual look over he'd just received from Antony. He was too busy pressing the mouth of the bottle to his lips again to take a swig. This whole drinking thing was waaaaay more fun when others were involved in the process. "Findin' what ya' need in there?" he asked lazily with a sly grin as he tilted the bottle back to level and set it on the bedside table. Jamal then reached out to also browse what he'd thrown on the bed, having forgotten exactly what he'd grabbed in the first place. Antoinette Devereux That reminded her, she hadn't seen Top Gun in a long time. Mental note that one. After the bottle top to the vodka was replaced, which took far too much concentration than Antony wanted to expend, she crawled over Jamal to set the bottle of Grey Goose next to his one of rum. Couldn't let the Captain get lonely now could she? Watching him reach for the mound of snacks over her, she shook her head sadly, finally registering his question, "No chocolate~..." Turning too look up at him once again, she gave him the puppy dog eyes that only ever came out when she was intoxicated. Her attention was soon captured by the problem of where to put her hand down so she wouldn't fall. She was failing miserably with this task as well. Jamal_Reedy The Captain certainly looked much less lonely there now that it had a partner in crime beside it. He lingered on the idea of having himself a taste of it, however, he very keenly heard the slight lilt of disappointment to her voice as she expressed concern over the lack of chocolate and rolled over onto his belly so he was right next to her on the bed, propped up by his elbows. Jamal pursed his lips thoughtfully in a slight frown as he regarded his pile of snacks. No chocolate? How grevious an error on his part; he knew that women liked chocolate. "Mmm...I know I got some 'round herr..." he said slowly, though made no move to get up right away to get it. He had to remember first where it might be. Antoinette Devereux Antony watched him shift, allowing herself to sink lower, and lower, and lower yet again till she was laying back almost entirely. Now she couldn't fall down. Problem solved! "Really?" she gained a look of sheer excitement at the possibility of chocolate... for her! Her eyes watched his darker ones for signs of him remembering exactly where Mr. Snickers was currently dwelling. Reaching down to scractch a mysterious itch on the side of her stomach, Antony pushed the rogue snack back that had been poking her off the bed, sentencing it to banishment until later consumption. Jamal_Reedy Jamal tried very hard to remember...so very hard...but it just wasn't coming to him. Well, maybe if he tore apart the cabinets again, he'd find it. The black man all but slithered off the bed and went for the cupboards which he had just left a moment ago and started to dig through their mostly empty spaces for signs of the elusive chocolate bars. Papers slid to the floor as he carelessly pawed around, boxes fell over inside the compartments...A hah! He lifted a smaller box full of halloween-sized chocolate bars from the very top shelf; he'd forgotten that he raided the halloween snack table back at the party because he was drunk then. Whoops! "Found it!" he declared loudly as he saunter/stumbled back to the bed, again flopping on the bed and presenting her with with his "treasure". Sadly, there weren't many Snickers in there, but he didn't know that's what she particularly craved. Instead, he dumped the contents onto the bed with all the rest of the food items and gave her a keen look to see if it was alright. Why he really cared, he wasn't sure....but damn she was -fine- as hell up close. Antoinette Devereux Antony watched him leave sadly, but soon perked up at all the rummaging. He was going to find her Snickers! How kind, and awesome, and ******** awesome that was. Really. While he was off searching through his cabinets, Antony reached a hand out and snuck the Captain over to her, taking a stealthy swig before returning him too the Goose. His declaration made her jump, luckily after the bottle had been replaced on the nightstand and the tattooed woman's eyes gleamed hungrily at the pile of chocolate just deposited on the bed before her like some godly... Goddessly offering to her. After a bit of searching, a Snickers was plucked out of the rest, unwrapped, and popped into her mouth with a groan. Utterly perfect. Swallowing after a good long bit of chewing, Antony grinned over to him and patting her bare stomach in satisfaction, "Mmm...mmm... good!" She crooned, chewing absently on her lip ring when she noticed that it was, in fact, still there. Jamal_Reedy Jamal grinned like a little school boy, pleased that she was pleased! Alright then, that was taken care of. But...there was more liquor to be had. While she was taking her time to chew up her chocolate bar, he reached over her to get at the Goose, which he took a long draught from, then cradled the bottle between his arms once it was recapped. Mixing his liquor generally never gave him a problem before and he doubted tonight would be any different. As she patted her stomach, he got a wicked smile that spread slowly over his features, his dark eyes glinting harshly to reflect the expression on his face. "Yeah...chocolate is pretty damn good...but...ya know, there be betta kinds of chocolate then candy bars," he murmured in her ear cryptically, his breath warm on the back of her neck while he spoke, then pulled away as he went to replace the bottle on the table to spare it from being knocked on the ground. Jamal couldn't stand alcohol abuse and he'd be damned if any booze was wasted carelessly on his watch. Antoinette Devereux She should have known this was coming, innuendo was one of Antony's talents, but due to her current state of mind, her brain wasn't working as well or as quickly as she might have liked. What she DID know was that not cold shivers had just creeped down her spine, a low murr releasing from her throat as her eyes half lidded. And then he moved away. That was enough to sober her up for at least a moment, "Bloody tease." Fine, he wanted to play that game, then she was going to play too. While he was attending to the alcohol, Antony reached out to trail her fingertips along his stomach, absently tracing the lines of the lightly defined muscles that resided there. Her eyes remained half lidded, and her attention was kept on her fingertips, gaze following them with deep interest. Down his hip, lower, lower... And then her fingertips hit a dead end, the waistband of his boxers. Therefore she stopped, pulling her hand back slowly and tilting her gaze up to glance at his expression. Jamal_Reedy "Me? A tease?" he rumbled in a rhetorical fashion, eyes fixed acutely on her fingers, which were making their lazy path across his stomach. The back of his neck tingled some, but whether it was from the booze or the sensation of light fingertips on his belly, he wasn't sure. He was sure she had bitten his 'bait' but as soon as her hand moved away, he lifted a brow and gave her one of those expectant looks that she had shot him earlier today during the skinny-dipping session. "If yous gonna touch, then I get ta touch. Thems da rules, ya know..." Antoinette Devereux A smirk tugged at her lips, and it soon became obvious that she knew what she was doing, "Are they now?" She let a lengthy pause hang in the air before continuing, "Well then..." Antony leaned upwards, letting her lips hang dangerously close to his ear lobe, a low, harsh whisper matching his earlier expression, "Then what are you waiting for?" A light n** or two later and she pulled away, eyes clearly expressing a few... beyond PG-13 needs and desires that needed to be taken care of immediately. Absently, her body shifted closer to him, the crinkle of wrappers going unnoticed. Jamal_Reedy "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. Antoinette Devereux 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. Jamal_Reedy 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 11:56 am
Antoinette Devereux After she left Jamal's, Antony returned to her duplex to shower quickly before changing back into her swimsuit and the board shorts from the previous day. Gathering her surf board, which she had thankfully remembered to pack, and her messenger bag, which was crammed with a towel and a few other things she needed, the tattooed woman headed for the beach. It took less time than the day before to get there now that she knew where the beach was, and she was soon paddling out past the breakers. Waiting a bit for a good wave, Antony pushed herself up onto her board after catching a particularly big one. Today, she was wearing contacts. Didn't want to risk losing her glasses in the ocean. Chana Cohen Chana felt much better after a quiet afternoon and a full night's sleep. Good enough, in fact, to try the beach again. Hopefully this time she wouldn't encounter anyone...unusual.
As she expected, she wasn't alone at the beach. However, the figure on the surfboard looked rather normal. "Good morning!" she called out to the stranger. Antoinette Devereux Antony... Normal? Ha. She glanced up at the yell, but didn't respond, instead finishing her run out before she made her way to shore with her board. Usually, she would have just ignored such disruption, but she was in -quite- a good mood this morning and felt like humoring this new person. Once out of the surf, Antony reached down and unvelcroed the strap from her ankle before making her way to the rather plain (in her opinion) looking girl. With a soft grunt, she shoved her board into the looser sand so it'd stay there on its own before wiping the water from her face and turning her full attention to the visitor, corner of her lip twitching in a half smile. "Yes, that it has been... May I help you?" Chana Cohen Chana blinked at the force of the other woman's...personality. Whatever she'd expected, it had not been a tatooed and pierced...person. And this woman so clearly had control of the situation.
She swallowed and smiled a bit sheepishly. "I'm Chana. I was walking down the beach and I saw you. You're very good on your surfboard," she commented, trying to stay cool. The woman was very intimidating for a small-town Jewish girl. Antoinette Devereux "Antony," she replied with a slight nod of thanks, "Came with practice." Her half smile returned before she began to walk away to where she had deposited her messenger bag earlier, pulling out a towel and drying herself off the best she could. Draping the towel over her head, a hand gripped at either end of the towel, Antony worked the towel back and forth crudely, roughing her short hair dry. The towel was soon allowed to drape over her right shoulder, free hand going up to 'smooth' her hair a little. "Not out her to swim I take?" The other woman didn't look too equipped for a swim, and she DEFINATELY didn't look like the type to go a natural. Chana Cohen Chana snorted. "No, I don't care to swim in the ocean. Too salty," she grinned. Lakes were a bit more fun, in her opinion. Fewer dangerous species when one went skinny-dipping at midnight. Of course some lakes had fungi just as dangerous as sharks and such...but only idiots went in those.
"I prefer lakes over open water," she added, smiling at the memories. Antoinette Devereux "Whatever gets you off," she said shrugging lightly, clearly thinking nothing of her comment as her stomach grumbled soflty, an action which she ignored for the time being. "'Sides, sea salt's good for piercings, and the sand is a natural exfoliant... Saves you money in the long run." Antony had stopped resorting to those exfoliating bodywashes the moment she started surfing. Trick of the trade maybe? Either way, for someone who didn't look like she knew, or cared, anything about such beauty knowledge, the comment may have been a big surprising. Maybe. Chana Cohen "I know saltwater's said to be good for healing, but exfoliating?" Chana's interest was peaked. She liked to look good...but it wasn't a dominating factor when people around her looked...
She shied away from the thought. "Been here long?" she asked instead. Antoinette Devereux "Not saltwater, sand... It's itty-bitty grains of quartz, which is quite hazardous to breathe." Antony gave her a larger grin, eyes glinting briefly, causing her to look a bit sadistic. But only a bit. Her questioned returned Antony's face to 'normal,' and she chewed absently on her lip ring, "Only got here yesterday, you?" Chana Cohen Chana smiled back, but on her face the expression was much more welcoming.
Now...how long had she been here? It was a good question...Chana racked up days in her mind. "I've been here...maybe a month and a half?" She wrinkled her brow. It sounded about right. "So...you met anyone else thus far?" she asked, half-changing the subject. There was hope yet... Antoinette Devereux Damn all these rich ******** able to just leave for horridly long vacations. "Just Jamal." A wicked smiled crossed her face as she leaned against her board, but she didn't offer anymore information about the encounter. Chana Cohen "Jamal?" The name was famili-- "Oh! I remember him now. I still don't know what he was doing on this beach at such a late hour," she mused, remembering. Surreptiously glancing at Antony's tattoos, she added, "I bet you two got along." Antoinette Devereux "Probably hittin' a joint," she grinned, obviously this didn't bother her in the least, "And we got along quite well actually." Her eyes flashed as she thought back to last afternoon, then last night, and then finally to early this morning. Oh he had hit the spot. Hopefully he'd pay her another visit sometime. Chana Cohen "No...I would've stayed away if I'd smelled that..." she responded without thinking. Lost in thought, Antony's double entandra went right over her head. "Good to hear," she said.
Her mind was skipping ahead, wondering if she might see that preacher again any time soon. Much as she hated to tell him, she got a certain sadistic pleasure out of seeing the shock on devout Christian faces when she told them that she was Jewish. Antoinette Devereux Time to find out just how narrowminded this girl was... "Gods what a pity... You don't know what you're missing." After all, that was one of the main reasons she had gotten laid SEVERAL times last night. That and just like drinking, pot wasn't dangerous unless you went near any sharp or potentially deadly object. Generally harmless, but like everything else, there existed exceptions to the rule. Chana Cohen "Hmm?" Chana looked up and backtracked the conversation in her mind. Oh...uh...pot. Right.
"Sorry, I was at a young and impressionable age when a family friend had some problems with Ecstasy. We were all pretty torn up about it...I don't want to do that to my family," she replied. It had been particularly hard with the suicide attempt later...but Antony didn't need to know the rest of the story. Antoinette Devereux "Ahh, E..." Antony said as if she were remembering a long lost friend that was near and dear to her heart, but trailed off when Chanacontinued her story, sighing slightly and shaking her head. "Sorry to hear," she was surprised that Chana didn't launch into a lecture about how drugs are bad and you're definately bad if you do drugs. Fie on stereotypes. Chana Cohen Chana shrugged. "The friend, thankfully, is still alive," she said, and left it at that. After the near-death moments (complete with hair-pulling and screaming) she couldn't ask for a happier ending.
But with some of her friends from school...if they wanted to screw their life up, it was theirs to screw up. She'd long ago given up on the druggies she knew. Antoinette Devereux "A person's strength is often estimated poorly, give or take. I've seen big black men cry like babies while I inked them, and others who can make a large scarification look like nothing more than a pin p***k." Chuckling to herself, Antony reached behind her to rough the back of her hair a bit. "Life is simple, don't pretend to be someone you're not and don't force anyone else to be someone they're not." It was as simple as that. Chana Cohen Chana looked up again and smiled. "That's pretty deep. I'll have to remember it." She looked out at the crashing waves and wondered how all those people back home, that looked and acted like clones, would react to hearing that. Would they all react the same? She rather hoped not. Antoinette Devereux "It doesn't matter if you remember it, only if you actually apply it, otherwise... it won't do a god damn thing except take up space." Antony followed her gaze, watching the waves for a while before becoming bored, stomach growling impatiently. "Hey, have you eaten yet? Cause I think I'ma head up to the cafeteria for some chow. I'm ******** starving." Nodding towards the path back towards the duplexes as she offered, she soon bent down to scoop up her messenger bag and throw it over the towelless shoulder for now. Chana Cohen As if in answer, Chana's stomach growled. "I think I'll go with you...long enough to grab a bite to eat," she replied, and hoped to G-d that there were no...other people there. Antoinette Devereux "Sweet. Let's go." And without bothering to wait for her, Antony dislodged her board and headed back up towards the duplexes. She'd drop this off by her room before they ate, and if Chana allowed, possibly change into dry clothing. Chana Cohen Chana trailed after, keeping an eye on every building that a person was likely to walk out of. If one of those changed people showed...she was out of here and back in her duplex.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 1:53 pm
Antoinette Devereux Thankfully, there had been time to change as well, and Antony was in her usual black pants, boots, and tight 'beater. Her hair was a little more orderly thanks to a quick dab and rub through of gel she pushed through it on the way back out. Pushing the cafeteria door open to find it empty, her lopsided grin returned as she scanned the area. "Man, I haven't eaten in something like this since college..." Chana Cohen Chana, who had been following Antony quietly, snorted. "The food here trumps any college food I've ever had," she told the other woman, and headed straight for the lotkes that were still there. And still warm, she discovered to her delight. Today was a lotke and applesauce day, Chana had decided, and filled her plate accordingly. Antoinette Devereux Glancing at the food that was out, Antony soon moved to where all the fresh fruit was, opening her near empty messenger bag and shovelling as much variety into it as possible. "I snack on fruit a lot," she explained, even though she really didn't have to, it was all free anyways. Picking up a plate, she considered all that was there before filling it with a large salid and some ham. She was a sucker for raw fruits and veggies. Chana Cohen "The food's all here to be eaten...no one cared when I took a bunch up to my duplex," she commented in between mouthfuls. Thank goodness whoever made the lotkes knew what they were doing. Even so, Chana ate a bit faster than she usually did, eager to get out before anyone else came in. Antoinette Devereux Watching the other girl nearly inhale her food, Antony put down her fork and raised an eyebrow. "Where's the fire?" She had no clue why Chana'd be eating at such a speed when there was no threat of being kicked out, or ...tsunami. Chana Cohen Chana stopped long enough to answer the question. "I'm getting out of here before anyone strange shows up. And you'll know what I mean soon enough," she added, turning back to her lotkes. She was fairly certain that the strange people outnumbered the normal...or maybe that was the paranoia talking. Antoinette Devereux "Well darling, 'strange' is quite a broad term," she narrowed her eyes slightly, wondering where the sudden change of demeanor had come from. Chana hadn't been quick to skirt away from -her-, so who the hell was weirder than herself? And why wouldn't she just be honest about these 'strange' people? Everything'd be so much better if everyone told the god damn truth instead of speaking vaguely and providing useless half-truths. The food on her plate was forgotten for the moment. Chana Cohen Chana finished her food and got up to clear her plate. "You'd think I was high if I told you...and frankly, I'd think I was high. Screw Shakespeare's "there's more things in heaven and earth" 'cause I can only explain it as it looks like someone's trying to play G-d around here." She spoke quickly as she dumped plate and silverware in the proper receptacles, clearly eager to get away before any of the strange people showed up. Antoinette Devereux Her explanation didn't clear much up, and it instead served to confuse her even more. Likewise, she became quite... irritated. "What the ******** are you talking about? How can someone ******** play a nonexistant God anyways?! It's a ******** ISLAND RESORT!" Antony's voice got a little louder, and she stood up from where she had previously been sitting, one hand gripping her hip while the other motioned angrily towards Chana, fork still in hand. SHE hadn't seen any of these 'strange' people yet, and that either meaned that Chana was full of s**t or Antony didn't see them as 'strange.' The option that Antony hadn't seen these people yet was simply tossed aside for now. Chana Cohen "Island resort? Is that what they told you?" Chana may ntot have listened to any explanations of what was going on on the island, but she could see that two and seven did not make four. "Look. I came here to work at a year-round camp for the mentally retarded, damnit! I've heard someone here was told that this was a ******** movie. Whatever they told you, they lied. Okay?" She took a deep breath. To say the next part...was to finally admit out loud that it was real.
"And I guess you haven't ******** seen anyone who looked anything other than human, 'cause you wouldn't be ******** shouting at me if you had. I've seen ******** lizard people and a ******** wolfman and I know what I saw. Don't believe me? Fine! ******** you!" she shouted at Antony. Then she grabbed a few pieces of fruit to take back to her duplex and headed for the exit. Joliette Rigiel Joliette had hesitated to enter the cafeteria, she'd heard yelling, only one voice she knew... So at that moment holding the laptop to her chest wearing her black Gi she just stood... Unsure if she should go in or not, she had no idea Chana was storming for the door Antoinette Devereux As Chana explained why she herself had come here, and then continued her examples, Antony's face went from disbelief, a slight flicker of fear sparking through her eyes just before her face contorted in fury. The knuckles on the hand holding the fork were stark white, and she abruptly slammed her hand down on the table palm open, the silverware freed from her grasp. Eyes glaring at Chana, she sneered unwilling to allow herself to believe all this. It was a crock of s**t that's what. "******** that. I've MET Lizardman before, and it's all ******** body mods... ALL OF IT! Tattoos, implants... He was one of the first to get his tongue split for ******** sake." Antony didn't care to go after the girl she just met, and instead stood there, chest heaving in anger. Suddenly, Antony grasped her plate of food and flung it across the room as hard as she could, feeling slightly better once it shattered against the wall. Shards and chunks of lettuce littering the floor below. "******** refused to believe it. Chana Cohen Chana curled a lip in a snarl (not caring for once that she was showing off her buck teeth) and stalked out the door...
...right into Joliette. She paused, blinked, and glared at the lizard woman in question. "******** you," she told Joliette, and shoved past her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 6:08 pm
Joliette Rigiel Joliette was surprised at Chana's change in attitude towards her and slowly turned around watching hte woman leave before backing into the cafeteria her claws clicking on the lino as she walked. She was rather shocked actually, she'd never heard the woman angry like that Antoinette Devereux Antony didn't even hear the other woman come in, or bother to look in that direction, assuming Chana's '******** you' was directed towards her and not someone else. Placing her hands on the edge of the table while she caught her breath, her head and shoulders slumped in a look of tired defeat. She wasn't 'defeated' persay, but the amount of thoughts running through her head were overwhelming. Her eyes scrunched shut, looking as if she were willing away tears for a moment before she simply shook her head, willing the plague of thoughts away. Joliette Rigiel Joliette's tongue flicked and brought her a new scent, not just of hte meat in the room but someone she had not met Oh joy... she thought to herself sensing no animal about them. She turned and saw the tattooed woman sitting slouched over "Uhm Hello" she said quietly Antoinette Devereux Snapped back into reality, Antony stopped herself from looking up and simply grunted a reply, "What do you want?" It was curt and even rude, but she didn't give a rat's a** who she was offending right now. Joliette Rigiel Joliette blinked, "Nothing, I just.. wanted to ask if you are ok..." she said quietly in her thick British accent and then chewed lightly on her bottom lip with her sharp pointy teeth Antoinette Devereux Antony actually laughed, but there was nothing comforting about it. In fact, it was cruel and unforgiving, echoing through the near empty cafeteria eerily. "Is there anything about this situation that points otherwise?" The voice she spoke matched her laugh, and she growled low in her throat. Her knuckles turned white again as she gripped the edge of the table, her violet eyes staring straight down where her plate used to sit. She would not look up. Joliette Rigiel "Well if you want honesty, I dont think there is much of anything about this island that should make any of us find this situation one to make us okay... But I suppose we have to accept that in the long run" Joliette said quietly still standing beside the table Antoinette Devereux That was it. Something this girl had said, though honest, tipped the scales for Antony. She was the straw that broke the camel's back so to speak, and Antony snarled, violently pushed the table aside, and then caught this girl's throat with her dominant hand. She had no clue that this woman had claws. At all. Thrusting upwards enough for her to be quite uncomfortable while still allowing her to breath, the sight that greeted her violet eyes just seemed to piss her off more. "I. Will. Not. BELIEVE IT!" Antony paused only to take a ragged breath, "I suggest you peddle your ******** sideshow to someone else b***h." Clearly, Antony was no longer too in touch with reality. Joliette Rigiel Joliette's eyes narrowed the sudden movement having caused her to drop the laptop to the table's surface, she was good at self defence, she hadn't become a blackbelt for nothing. one clawed hand going to grasp the wrist of the hand holding her throat sharp claws threatening to pierce her skin, the second hand balled into a fist and drove straight for the woman's solar plexus, with the hand at her throat she wasn't gonna be able to say anything even if she wanted to Antoinette Devereux Antony didn't have any time to react to the claws besides an angry hiss before the fist came barrelling into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Adrenaline cauesd her to easily forget about the pain in her arm, her grip loosening considerably however, free hand immediately grapping for the wrist of the hand that just decked her. She may not be a black belt, but she grew up with boys, drank with men, and had dated her share of cocky women beaters to boot. In short, she had survived her share of brawls. Catching her breath enough, Antony slammed her heel down towards Joliette's instep, eyes continuing to glare into the other's eyes. As much as she wouldn't admit it, and as twisted as it may sound, Antony was enjoying the fight, pain and all. Joliette Rigiel Joliette's was not a tall person measuring at 4'5" She'd been sucessfully lifted off the floor, now she landed on it again . she swung her heavy foot/leg aiming for the groin of the woman, attempting to avoid the foot moving for her own heavy foot. Sharp teeth bared she dug her claws into the arm she held. "We are trapped here, fighting will not solve it" she said Antoinette Devereux Antony made a noise between a his and a growl as the lizard girl's claws dug deeper still. With both weight and height on her side, the blow from her foot connecting to her groin barely unbalanced the tattooed woman. Her grip on the girl's wrist tightened, and Antony twisted it roughly and snarled, eyes sparkling, "No... But it's making me feel better," she positively sneered, her ugly side definately out and about. Eyeing the woman's teeth, Antony made a bit of a resolution that if they came anywhere near biting her, any mercy that was still within her would no longer exist. 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
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 6:53 pm
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.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 7:02 pm
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.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 7:12 pm
"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."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 7:21 pm
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.
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