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 Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 6:47 pm
Alec smirk as Thom got to a standing position with a little assistance, but his eyes followed the snakeman's movements towards his walking aide with less amusement. He wasn't leaving, was he? Not yet, he just got here! Hadn't he?
"Ye." The teen slightly forced a chuckle as a retort, unmoving from his spot on the riverbank.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 7:30 pm
He caught the teen's look and grimaced slightly, taking a step away from the bank to keep his crutch from sinking in the mud. "I'll tell anyone I see back at th' village where y' are, see if we can't get y' some visitors. An' if you'd like, I'll bring y' one of my footballs. No use t'me anymore, an' it's not technically 'elpin'... Gives y' somethin' t' do, at any rate."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 7:52 pm
He appreciated how patient Thom was being, honestly surprised by the significant change in the snakeman's attidute. "Thanks." He muttered with a nod, accepting the fact that he had to leave. He understood that they shouldn't have to be forced to keep him company.
Turning in around as Thom made to leave, the irish boy pulled his legs out of the water and crossed them indian-style. "Ye'll come back too? Righ'?" The question sounded so innocent, so vulnerable and out of place with the looks of whom the words had come from.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 8:08 pm
"'Course, lad." Laughing, he turned his back on the shark teen, tugging his crutch from the bank mud with a wet squelch and pacing a short distance away onto firm ground. "So I 'ave a bed. Doesn't mean I 'ave anythin' else t' do with my time, does it?" He offered a half wave goodbye, then started back the way he had come, right hand still caked in mud from the river. "I'll come pester you again soon. Keep y' chin up."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 8:27 pm
Alec smiled and waved back as he watched him go. "A' won' miss ye too much!" He yelled out in a feeble attempt at regaining somesort of dignity, though he wasn't exactly aware enough of himself to be ashamed by his childish attitude.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 9:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 9:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 9:09 pm
Family Reunion: Sharky vs. Bat-man; Fight Night on the BeachTommy & Alec (Beach)
]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=1140460&page=215
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 7:45 pm
After being abducted back to his duplex, propositioned and thrown back into the wild.
(RP can be seen in duplex thread)Oh Sweet suffering, How I've Missed You? He could feel the heat, the humidity, even before he opened his eyes. Ah yes, here we are. At least the good Doctor had the decency to never break a promise. It was comforting, a bit.
The coursing water a few feet away was calming and provided a lovely welcom party to the tired teen, though he could tell he was a little too close to the bank from how the mosquitos were dancing across his snout in a bloodthirsty fashion.
Finally able to banish the grogginess from his clouded mind, the sharkboy sat up with a half-hearted groan as he rubbed his head and glaced around. Nothing new. It was like he never left. Indeed, the reality was quite close to what he was feeling as well though something was different.
His ordeal with Tommy on the beach (a battle he remembered much more clear than other 'instances' in the past, and the memories both amazed and horrified him) and the offer from the doctor himself, it was surreal and hard to believe. This time though, something in his mind was quite different. The choice he'd made... how simple and small, but it meant so much to the young teen. A choice of exclusion rather than a certain freedom and a pampered lifestlye that was entirely in itself hard to believe, it was contriversally the most important thing he'd ever decided upon in his life. Though his reasons weren't exactly crystal clear even to himself, it offered him something he hadn't had before. A sense of pride, solice. In the face of danger, he'd chosen something he truly felt at peace with.
The world was how it'd always been, and today it looked just a little less scary.
After sitting for a moment contemplating all of this, Alec rose and rushed off his swimming shorts with determination. Today was a good day. Why? God only knew. But the boy began marching down the riverbank with strong steps, whistling "Come on Eileen" through his razored teeth.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 7:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 7:50 pm
The Taming of Fire: Take 2 The day began with motivation, the young teen rising as the animals did upon the beginnings of sunlight through the thick canopy, the stroke of dawn. His intentions were clear; the prospect of returning to the Village soon looked grim, so he better do his best to make his life a little easier where he was.
The first order of business was a fire. Alec was sick of shivering in the damn, cooler nights and would rather have something to ward off nasty bugs that had taken to a habit of nestling close to his body (or on) for warmth. He spent what seemed to be a good couple of hours roaming a circle around his campsite to gather discarded twigs or palm leaves for fuel, returning to drop them into a pile before continuing the activity. Finally once he was satisfied with the stockpile he'd created, the boy rummaged through his pants to retrieve the lighter he'd snuck from his duplex. The joys of theivery!
The wood wasn't damp, it was piled nice and high, everything was set. He even shredded some palm fibres for quick-burning tinder, as he recalled from several sources on how to create a fire (all of which were quite foggy, the details jumbled). With an excited grin the sharkboy flicked the zippo and bent down to light a corner of the bonfire, only realizing his folly after he felt the flames singe the tip of what remained of his hair.
"GAAAAAH!!!" The scream echoed through the quiet jungle, an indicator of the shear chaos he'd created. Unfortunately Alec hadn't thought about a means of containing the fire once it was lit, evident of the mass of flames that was quickly enveloping his campsite.
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Hours later and the teen could finally take a rest. Water dumped from the river in a circumfrance of the campfire now kept the flames nicely contained and if it wasn't for the seered foliage crumbling off the trees surrounding the mini-clearing, one would have thought he was somesort of teenaged McGuyver.
He'd dragged in logs from fallen trees with much difficulty mind you, but the effort was there. They were stacked in rows, made into posts, draped with leaves. He'd created a sort of canopy bed, much to his delight. With the two most important tasks set aside, the irish boy was content to go about 'decorating' his new world. A small cache of food was set aside on a tree stump, some rocks strategically placed in an area under direct sunlight to double as a 'chair', a poster of Floggin' Molly was tacked to the side of a tree, and he'd even thought to drag a piece of his drum kit all the way to the clearing. Sure it was a little muddy, but it still worked like a charm.
Things were looking up it seemed. Better than any prison, that was for sure. Out here he was somewhat free, left to his own devices.
Gingerly taking a seat on his new 'bed', the young boy reached over and pulled out a book he'd stolen from the Village library long ago, a picture book of wild animals. With a small smile, he leaned back and opened it just as a drop of rain hit the first page. The smile wavered as he looked around worriedly, the rain beginning to fall stronger and in larger droplets. Luckily the fire was large and holding strong, his valuables tucked under tree roots for protection. "Coul'nt make i' easeh n' me." He sighed softly and scooted back farther under the canopy, losing himself in the book.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 5:13 pm
New RP
The clouds hung ominously over head. They added that perfect ambiance to the Island's already warped sense of reality. Marshall found himself walking, still wearing sandals despite all the mud, hands burried deep into his vest pocket. He needed to mope. And you can only mope in one place for so long. So, Marshall decided to take a short walk...And mope.
Walking along the River, slightly hoping to run into ANY one, Marshall was surprised to see some sort of make-shift camp. A small canopy, a burnt-out fire, and food scraps layed around there. Marshall gulped, images of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Friday the 13th rushing towards him. He knew it was pretty damn silly regardless, but Marshall was never really one to think through a situation properly.
"...Hello?" Marshall called out as he neared the tent, his silly paranoia slowly fading away.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 5:27 pm
Alec wasn't ever concerned with visitors, seeing as the odd wandering strangers were few and far between, or so it seemed. He was coping well in the solitude since he'd made his 'home' a bit more liveable, though the fake luxuries still reminded him of the falsehood of it all once and awhile.
It was because of this that the sharkboy was surprised to hear the unmistakable sound of someone approaching his camp, the squishing of mud only gave them away. Not sure if he should be alarmed (He rarely was, assuming stranger as friend in the most naive of ways), the teen set down the pile of firewood he'd been scrutinously picking out and looked around in anticipation of a figure to appear.
"Ay, welcome." He called back in response, not recognizing the voice right away.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 8:08 pm
It took Marshall a moment to mentally digest the voice, before it finally clicked: Alec, the shark-boy with leaves! Marshall was, in a strange sense, proud of himself for remembering that. Slowly, he came around the make-shift tent, seeing the shark-boy working with wood.
"So, this is where you live? Pretty cool..." the painfully naive young man said, looking around the 'tent' with great intrest.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 8:18 pm
Alec didn't really like having the makeshift clearing being made to sound like a permanent living space, he was the kind of guy to let the comment pass with little dwelling. "Ye, this i' where a 'ang." He chuckled and tossed a few sticks into the smoldering fire pit with the intention of sparking up a flame in the near future. "'ow are ye? 'avent seen ye n' a bi'." The sharkboy took a seat on a tree stump, flicking mud off the fins on the backs of his ankles.
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