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Alphonse Moreau Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 5:22 pm
"I know just well what I'm doing," Alphonse cackles gleefully, wrapping another arm around her. The more Alva got angry, the more he found the situation funny. What could she possibly do to him at this point?
He'll let her go eventually, of course. "You're going to walk all the way home in soaking wet clothes?" The man queries, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Are you just asking for pnuemonia? Maybe you should let your clothes dry off, and in the meantime..."
He playfully nips her neck. "Go for a swim with me?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 5:37 pm
If this is true, then right now the situation must be completely hilarious. As Alva is extremely angry. Which can be gauged by both look and feel: her facial expression displays untold bitterness and every muscle in her body is tense as a tightrope. She growls like a puma when Alphonse puts another arm around her, trying in vain to shift her way out of it.
And, regardless of how irritated she is with this man right now, he's still right. As such, she releases a very long, huffy sigh, and snaps, "You know what? Fine. If you are that desperate to see me without clothes on, so be it." She wriggles out of his grasp, and, after finding her footing on the bottom of the lake, wades irritably to shore where she quickly and unceremoniously deposits her clothing close to the fire.
Upon returning to the water, she makes as much distance from Alphonse as she can manage. Her arms cross as she stands in shoulder-deep water (well, shoulder-deep for her, anyway. Shoulder-deep for Alphonse would submerge the shorter woman and then some), intending to stay put right there until she thinks that her clothes are dry enough to put back on and she can return home.
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Alphonse Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 6:01 pm
"You act like it is something I have never seen before," Alphonse remarks, loosening his grip on her and watching her wander back to the beach. He chuckles at her as she comes back, scowling at him from where she stood.
"I don't get why you're so angry at me, you are the one who walked in on me swimming in the lake. If anyone, I should be the one that should be angry," he says, lips parting into a catlike grin. He sidles over towards her, making a slow, easy dog-paddle through the water. He begins to circle around the irate woman like a starved vulture to a festering carcass.
"Many apologies for not owning a swimming suit, nonetheless."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 8:33 pm
Cristoval was becoming, at once, annoyed and paranoid. The noises in the distance, while nothing to compare to the beastly grunt from earlier, were enough to indicate they probably weren’t being caused by an animal. Cristoval sat for a moment, his clothes floating in the still water as he measured his options.
First, Cris grabbed his sudsy cape and threw it over his makeshift lantern. Then he began crawling slowly through the water in the direction of the noises.
His eyes never had time to adjust as soon a small campfire came into view, and with it, the outlined form of someone standing solitarily in the water. From the play of the firelight on the figure’s form, Cristoval was almost certain it was a woman. It must be a woman from the doctor’s establishment, come here to bathe in private. Confidently, Cristoval advanced, though not in the light yet, and coming from behind the woman, his pace was hurried.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 8:52 pm
Her gaze doesn't leave the surgeon for one split second as he begins to circle her like some sort of estrogen-detecting shark. Perhaps on some subconscious level she is hoping that the high levels of scorn she is emanating will burn his pallid skin. Her posture and appearance in general are so icy right now, it's a wonder that the water around her isn't beginning to freeze.
"You are far too lecherous to be angry about things such as this," the woman replies. "In all honesty, you act less than half your age sometimes."
She continues to watch the man circle while she says this- if one were watching this entire scene from above, it would be easy to see how possible it is that the surgeon and as-of-yet-unnoticed Spaniard might collide.
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