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 Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 5:29 am
As Pyroth watched Ambrose and Aubrey in the water, he noted the onset of a pretty hefty hunger pang. He never got hungry often, so this was surprising to say the least. However, it was probably down to the foreign injection coupled with the lack of fireweed that was messing with his metabolism. Getting to his feet he decided that maybe an apple or something was in order, just as a snack, Meanwhile another part of him wanted a ham sandwhich.
He made to excuse himself to Ambrose and Aubrey, but realised that they were a bit far off for him and simply waved. Then, with a shrug, he headed up the sands towards the villiage, pausing only to get some of the sand off of his sandals, then making a beeline towards the cafeteria.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 5:54 am
Ambrose stuck by the water's edge for several minutes, letting the surf wash over his sandals and clean out the bits of sand. However, eventually he gave in and wandered out into the water, up to about his waist, letting the relatively cool water (but hardly cold in this tropical area) wash over his skin. He had to admit, it did feel very nice. He swam for a bit (it would be a good workout he justified to himself - especially working with against the minor undertow and wave motion). And maybe it was psychosomatic, but it felt very good excercizing a good deal of the muscles of his body that swimming tends to do.
Eventually, however, the sun started to feel quite itchy on his skin as he remembered that he had neglected to put on suntan lotion. Heading back to the beach, he squeezed his hair out and started to head back to the village for a cleansing shower... and then dinner. Definately dinner.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 1:25 pm
Cassidy had simply run out of things to productively do.
So, with that in mind, she had grabbed a towel and a book and gone down to the beach to stretch out in the sun and read. The sand, of course, wormed its way into her sandals quickly, but she kicked it out absently and found a nice warm patch of sun to roll out her towel.
Best. Job. Ever.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 1:27 pm
It was stormy last night and the beach was littered with floatsome and drying Man-o-Wars. About a hundered feet out into the lagoon there was a small boat floating in the water. Well, floating was an incorrect description - it was kinda leaning to one side and not moving very much. A huge, ruddy red cat was curled up on the stern of the boat, surriounded by drying clothes, seemingly un-bothered by the expanses of water between him and the dry land.
The cat saw a human being on land and gave it the evil eye. But it was kinda far to tell for Cassidy that's what the cat was doing.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 1:36 pm
Cassidy flopped down on the towel, and looked out to sea. This! This was gorgeous, beautiful, perfect (except for the dead jellyfish), and--was that a boat?
She squinted, tilted her head. That was definitely a boat. She set her book aside and hurried down the beach towards the shoreline, cautiously dodging man-of-wars.
It was definitely a boat. What was that red thing? "Hey! Hey, is someone out there?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 1:45 pm
"Hey ... one ... there!!!"
The Dude jerked awake from his afternoon siesta and poked his head from behind the shanty, squinting in the bright sun. There was someone on the beach, shouting at him. SWEET! No need to go find helicopters anymore.
He stood up and waved at the blond person, then pulled off his shirt and slid into the water to meet, greet and figure out what this island had to offer in terms of technical assistance and gasoline.
The red cat uncurled and jumped gracefully into the darkness of the shanty to see if there was food around.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 1:50 pm
Cassidy would take that as a yes. She ran back up the beach to fetch her towel, leaving her book balanced safely--so she hoped--on a piece of nearby driftwood, and came running back down to the waterline with the towel flapping like a flag behind her.
Shipwrecked? Yikes. But then again, this was the Bermuda Triangle, wasn't it? Or near it, anyway. Something like that.
"My god. What happened?!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 1:59 pm
It didn't take him that long to get to shore and he waded the last 20 feet because the lagoon was pretty shallow. The minnows darted away from his feet and two sting rays stirred up a mass of sand, spoked away from their hunting grounds.
The Dude was smiling. The blond person turned out to be a lovely blond chick with a towel. And all worried. Maybe this was a hippie colony or some such thing. That's be sweet. He waded out of the water, brushed hair out of the face and happily accepted the towel.
"Thanks, man. Yeah, freak tropical storm. I must have missed the warning on the radio. I dunno, I am not even sure what day it is today. Oh yeah - and what island is this? Is this the Keys or the Bahamas?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:03 pm
"You know," Cassidy said, "I don't actually know what the island's called. Or if it has a name. I think it must be privately owned... You're in, well, the Bermuda Triangle." She tried not to smirk, but that was just such an awesome thing to be able to say.
"Hardly deserted, though," she continued. "There's some sort of scientific research thing going on here, though. I dunno, really, I'm just cleaning staff. They don't tell me. You okay, though?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:19 pm
For a man who didn't knew where he was, who's boat was stuck and likely irrepairably damaged and who barely made thru the entire adventure with his life, the Dude seemed very unfased by it all.
"Oh yeah, man, I'm cool. Research facility in teh Bermuda Triangle, huh? WOW, that's like, super weired. What are they doing there - cloning dinasaurs?"
He plopped onto the sand, towel across his neck and immediately regretted not having a cigarette. This was way sweet - an island with fish on it, a chick who didn't mind talking to him, and the blue blue sea and cyan sky. Hey, if he couldn't fix the boat, he wouldn't mind just hanging here for a while.
"Man, you got yourself a sweet a** job here! Cleaning on a tropical island. s**t."
He piled his eyebrows into a puppy look and asked, hopeful: "You got a smoke?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:25 pm
Dinosaurs. Cassidy giggled. "I wish. I really don't know what they're doing." Maybe they were, too. It was as likely a scenario as any other Cass had tried out. Or maybe they were aliens. She did still rather like the theory that she was being employed by aliens for, uh. Some purpose she hadn't figured out yet.
Ridiculous, though. Bad Cass. Stay in the real world, please and thank you.
"Sorry, I don't smoke. Probably someone on the island does."
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:33 pm
"Ah! Good, good. Cancer's a b***h." - the Dude added philosophically. "Well, nice to make your aquaintance, Lucky Girl!" - he stretched out his hand to her. "I am Sean, but I am known as the Dude. Whatcha up to here, anyway? Do they make you clean the beach, too?" - he smiled broadly, crinkling his eyes at her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:36 pm
"I'm Cassidy." She grinned, shook his hand. "Nah, I just clean the residences. Except hardly anyone's here, yet, so I have a lot of free time. It's great. I just came down to relax and enjoy the sun."
That and avoid her bug-collecting housemate. Eeeeesh.
She flopped down on the sand, herself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:48 pm
"That's a pretty name ... Cassidy ... you Irish or some such thing?" - the Dude's mood could not possibly get any better now. Lucky b*****d he was. LUCKY. From tempest to paradise mrgreen
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:52 pm
The sound of Jeep tearing down the trail filled the air. Going quite fast, it kicked up dirt and sand as it made its way directly towards Cassidy and the man. Aubrey was behind the wheel, looking a bit frazzled. She pulled up surprisingly close to the couple before slamming on the breaks.
She hopped out of the car, doing her best to look friendly but you could tell she was nervous and rushed.
"HI there..." she said to the man, pulling out a clipboard from the Jeep and hurrying over. Aubrey was a tall woman, a little heavyset not not unattractively so. She had glasses and freckles over her nose, and was wearing a fitted tee and a red skirt. "Hi... hello, over here, yes,I need to speak with you, sir?"
((Not susposed to start RPin'' until you''ve been introduced by an NPC, Anyalove ^_~ ))
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