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 Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 2:19 am
“Hmph, no one owns me, thank you” he sneered, though, to some extent, he had a point, Moreau did own him. “It’s none of your business why I’m wearing it.” He fell silent, Jagos last comment had put him on the spot, and he didn’t want to egg him on into carrying the conversation on any further. It was typical of his luck, the first time he meets an unchanged islander he might had had a chance of getting along with, and he turned out of be a thieving vandal.
He started to eat those crisp packets he had brought with him, perhaps they’d entice him down from the tree, or at the very least, annoy him with his purposely loud chewing.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 8:38 am
Jago sat in the tree, watching Nick. "So your girlfriend gave yha the colure?" He grinned wider as he dangled a foot from the branch he sat in, still high enough that Nick could not grab him unless he climbed the tree.
Jago leaned back as he suddenly heard the peculiar sound of a snake food bag being opened; he looked down and saw the young cat boy munching on the greasy snake food. Jago's stomach growled, reminding him of his original mission. Oh man he had to make this vital mistake, special when he had the upper hand with one the fellow islanders.
He tried hard to ignore the sound, the temptation, but it was becoming him, his tummy rumbled.....he really was hungry.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 9:02 am
Jago had managed to hit a nerve again, the mention of girlfriends was usually enough to piss Nicholas off, but he tried his best to ignore him and not reply. Even though at the moment, he’d love nothing more than to beat Jago. “Just keep eating, he’s bound to come down sooner or later.” he busied himself by sorting the drawings he’d done that morning and putting them into a folder, and putting what pencils he had back in their case.
He was actually starting to lose his appetite, eating the crisp was much more of an annoyance with his new teeth. “Hey, you want some?” he half-sang, as he waved the second packet over his head, grinning maliciously.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 9:50 am
Jago watched the crisp, plastic bag fly in the air, attached to the cat boys hand as he waved them toward Jago. His mouth watered, but no he had the upper hand he had to keep it.
"no I am fine, I have a steal stomach" It growled loud and clear for Nick to hear.
"So why is a stooge like you here, and what’s with all the crappy drawing" Jago really did not think they where bad, they looked good. But to say that would open a weak spot on him with this new victim.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:11 am
“He’s trying to piss me off again” he thought, and as much as he’d hate to admit it, it was working. Though, he was beginning to enjoy Jago’s discomfort, he decided he might as well answer his question, it might open up new opportunities to toy with him.
“I’m just here through my all fault, why? Did Moreau offer you food?” said as he continued to smile sarcastically.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:21 am
Jago skacked at the comment, get him here with food. "No a** wipe, he bought me from a slave trader." Jago leaned back annoyed, his tummy grwoling even louder. Damn cat boy thought he was an idiot, did't he, well he show him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:36 am
Nicholas got that familiar feeling for something heavy falling into the pit of his stomach, it was a small twinge of guilt. “I really should have though that one through”. But he couldn’t let his guard down now, and he’d taken the situation too far already to give up too. Jago was quite clearly getting his fair share of anger now too, perhaps they could come to some kind resolve soon.
“Well, guess that mean you don’t want them” he sniggered as he opened the second packet, and promptly started eating them too.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:51 am
The sound of the second bag opening made Jago want food even more bad, but the anger he felt, remembering that day a year ago which lead to his imprisonment on this loco island, gave him a little strength to resist…. A little. He played with the pencils some more, feelings his tummy rumble, if this guy at the second bag, then where would h find food. "How much for the second bag?" he hated giving in.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 11:02 am
"How much?" He was rather puzzled, there wasn't any need for money on the island, and what could Jago possible offer. He guessed Jago meant trading for some other object. “I don’t need anything, we get everything for free here remember? I just want my pencils back, surely you can agree to that?”.
It was a good thing he’d final given in, it was getting dark and soon Nicholas wouldn’t have been able to see where Jago was. And admittedly, Nicholas was getting hungry himself, and just one packet of crisp would satisfy his new craving for meat.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 11:18 am
Jago grumbled as he leapt down and faced the young cat boy, who was sitting. Jago handed him the pencils, while looking to the sky. "Here you can have these back if I can have the second bag" his tummy grumbled loud again. Jago brushed the dirt with his barefoot as he waited to be given the small plastic bag. “Stuff here is free?”
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 11:31 am
Nicholas, quickly stuffed the pencils back into their case before carrying the conversation on any further. “Here you can have them, I really don’t have the appetite for them anyway” he said as handed over the bag, “But you do know, you could just get stuff from over there right?” he added as he stuck his thumb over his shoulder in the cafeterias direction. He couldn’t help but laugh a little under his breath, after all, he had just traded for something that was free.
He stretched his legs again before getting up, and picked up his pencil and saxophone case, and the folder with his drawings in them.
”Need to eat something else soon”
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 11:49 am
Jago stuffed the chips in his mouth, eating slopely. "mhat, mavea maer" he said with food in his mouth looking the diretcion Nick pointed. As Nick started to walk away Jago followed. It seemed tha cat boy just made a rat a friend.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 12:09 pm
OOC: Guess we'll call that the end then? confused
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 12:20 pm
OOC: No way we cna keep going, jago has alot of things he can do, side he just made a friend, Lucky Nick
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 1:14 pm
The cafeteria was, for the moment, completely empty, though Nicholas had lost all track of time, he was pretty sure that it was somewhat late to be having dinner. He was quick to grab the closest serving of meat (not even bothering to check what kind it was); since the crisps had done nothing for his hunger. He carelessly dumped his things by the closest chair, where he started eating. It wasn’t in his nature to just toss his stuff about, but he felt like he was starving now and did what to waste time, probably because the air in the cafeteria was thick with the scent of the various foodstuffs the other islanders hadn’t already eaten.
“Darn sleeves” he mumbled, his sleeves kept sliding further down his wrists and touching his food. Maybe his body had shrunk slight since his change; perhaps he wasn’t as paranoid as he had previously had though, after all his clothes had appeared to have grown.
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