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 Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 6:40 pm
The large man crossed his arms and obviously had to think about it. He kept on getting distracted by her heavy breathing, and congratulated himself mentally on being way sizzling hot. "Hey, what is this, twenty questions? I shoulda thought it was obvious, Hotlips." (Delicate leer.)
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 8:05 pm
"Well it's not," Remi said stubbornly. She knew exactly why he thought it was obvious. She couldn't find this man attractive in any way, and the fact that he was acting like this didn't help matters at all. If anything, he was making her first impression of him worse by the minute.
"Why are you here?" Her voice was edged with a bit of fearful anger, but she had to ask. What else could she do? She was trapped on a bench with a giant blocking every exit. Unless she flipped over the back, but that would take some maneuvering and she wasn't about to give this guy a free grab at her backside. Especially not with the skirt she was wearing.
Remi knew she should have worn pants today...
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:19 am
"Why are any of us here," he said, philosophically eyeing her skirt as well. "God, religion, existential s**t, yadda, yadda, yadda. Actually Carver kicked me out 'cause he just gets jealous of my smokes. Just 'cause he quit doesn't mean I have to stop enjoying life. Huh, Hotlips?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:44 am
"Carver?" Remi spluttered in amazement. "Carver?!"
This guy knew Carver? Never in a thousand years would she have put him and this stranger in the same social circle. Then again, she'd only met Carver once and that was briefly. He had struck her as the over protective fatherly type. She might have to re-evalutate.
"Well, that definitely enlightened me on a few things," she said to no one in particular, blinking in confusion. She'd have to speak to Carver about containing his perverted friends.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 8:32 pm
"Carver and me go way back," the man said expansively. "We go so way back I know the little ******** biblically, if by biblically you mean I once kicked him so hard in the liver he threw up. That was hilarious. I s**t myself laughin' for days over that one. - I was runnin' around with Carver when you were still wearing nappies and chowing down on Mom's n****e. Boy, there's a thought that'll get me arrested."
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 8:39 pm
Remi could feel her face growing even more red as the crude comments just kept coming. There was a reason she didn't like people like this. They made her feel uncomfortable, and this guy was succeeding on an extreme level.
"Er--," she started to say, and then didn't say anything. Why continue this conversation? Not that she really knew how to reply to him anyways. Her mind didn't think the way his did.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:16 pm
"Not that I do the ***** thing," the man said comfortably. "I like my chicks with a little bit of meat on 'em. And, you know, over eighteen. You over eighteen? Bitchin'. Aww, look at your ickle face all blushing. You look like a tomato. - I'm Ama, Tomato. Tom-ato. Tom-ahto. Who gives a ********? - So what did you say your name was? Remi? Yeah, stripper name. You didn't look like Eve anyway. No mom jeans. So, I guess you ain't gonna fall for me. Eh, I tried. You smoke?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:24 pm
"I'm twenty-three," Remi blurted out before thinking. It was more out of reflex, since she was used to being thought of as younger than she actually was. Well, that didn't happen so much anymore, but it'd happened enough in high school and her freshman year of college that it became habit to correct people.
Stripper name. She blinked again, completely bewildered by the inworkings of this man's mind. She felt she was the farthest thing from a stripper, not that she would even consider that career path in the first place.
"No," she answered his question bluntly. No drinking, and no smoking. She'd kept clean for so long. Eventually, she knew it was inevitable that she was going to cave in out of curiousity, but in the meantime...
"So, er, if you're here does that mean Carver's around?" Remi asked, somewhat hopefully. She was trapped on a bench with a man blocking her way, and though he seemed somewhat friendly she still didn't appreciate his comments.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:43 pm
Ama shook his head and flopped down the other end of the bench, spreading out to cover more area than three or so Remis. "He's probably defrosting the freezer or some s**t. Me, I am s**t bored. There's nothin' to do in this place now that I've done all three entertaining things, which is, make fun of Carver, talk about Natalie's skirt, and make you blush. Where's the wild parties? Wanna start a wild party?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 9:12 pm
"Um...that's alright I'll pass," Remi said, fighting to keep from blushing even harder. The thought of having a wild party on the compound was almost laughable. She could see someone like Marc having fun, but Hadrian, Bani, Eve, or anyone else she knew? Hah!
"Mommy!" a very familiar and welcome voice, called from a few bushes away. Gavin had finally resurfaced from the gardens, completely covered in dirt, grime, and things Remi didn't want to think about. He looked over at the bench where he'd left her and blinked. That sure was a big man sitting next to her.
"Who's dat?" he pointed at Ama, looking at the man with curious eyes. Maybe he was a giant or something.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 5:22 pm
"I'm Uncle Ama," said Admon comfortably, who was uncle to everybody who was under fifteen years old, and attempted to be potential mate to everybody who was over that age and a woman. He leant down a little to get a better look at Gavin.
"You're a funny little snot-nose. Nice wings, bird boy. I like 'em. - What d'you feed him, Hotlips? Worms? Birdseed?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 5:34 pm
Gavin blinked up at Ama. Uncle Ama? What the heck was an uncle? He vaguely wondered if it was some kind of food, but then the big man spoke and the world imploded.
Snot-nose? Bird boy? Now that didn't sound very nice.
"Uncle Ama have a bad mouth!" he declared, looking over at Remi while pointing at Ama. Remi couldn't help but chuckle a little bit despite herself and the situation.
"He eats normal food," she stated. "And don't call me 'hotlips.'"
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 5:51 pm
Admon had broken out laughing until he made unattractive snorting sounds at Gavin's very truthful statement; then he ruffled up Remi's hair with a - "Whatev, Remicakes," - and more eyeballing of Gavin. "Well, you're a clever little midget. Bet you'd like a nickel. Actually, bet you'd like a cigarette but your MILF-y mom would have my a**."
He rummaged around in his pocket until he came up with a coin, and held it out to Gavin. "Here you go. You're a millionaire in the toddler biz now, short stuff."
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 6:09 pm
Remi made a startled noise when her already messy hair was made even more messy. At least 'Remicakes' was better than 'Hotlips.' It was like Marc calling her 'sweetheart.' It bordered on insulting, but was tame enough that she could deal with it for the sole reason that she knew they couldn't help it. Male personalities...geez.
Gavin let out a 'oooh' sound as the shiny nickel was procured. He took it from Ama's hand and stared at it. Haki liked this stuff, though he didn't have a clue what it did that made her want it so much. Maybe he could give it to her as a present or something.
"Thanks Uncle Ama!" he chirped, before his mind reverted to earlier in the conversation. "What's a cigret?"
Remi's eyes widened, giving Ama an expression of, Don't you dare...
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 6:15 pm
Having seen Remi's face and the threat that she would rip his balls off if he said anything, Ama gave a long drawn-out uhhhhhhh. He flipped his hair for inspiration, crimson dreadlocks everywhere, before finding inspiration. "Hairspray. Bad hairspray. No touchy. Yeah. Don't do drugs, kiddo. Yeah. No snorting the baby Tylenol or eating crayons."
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