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 Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 5:15 pm
Stewart was really blushing now he didn't know if he should laugh or be scared "Where on Earth did you get that quote from!?!" He said looking slightly creeped out. "...And what's wrong with boxers?" He added meekly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 5:19 pm
Chana shrugged, somewhat enjoying having Stewart off-balance. "Some book. That's about all I remember of it."
She gave him a measuring glance. "And boxers don't do half of what they should. Put some pants on. Or a kilt. Something else, please." Her tone was a bit lighter, almost teasing as she finished speaking.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 5:50 pm
"There is no way you will ever get me to wear one of those pagan man-skirts. I HATE kilts" He said pouting "But even if I was going to wear one, where would I get the fabric? I really doubt you want to see me with my shirt off!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 5:59 pm
She'd actually only suggested a kilt because it was very basic and simple to make from other clothes. But the way Stewart reacted...Chana couldn't help it. She burst out laughing. There was a hysterical edge to her laughter, but it was hardly noticeable through her tears.
"P-pagan man-skirt! That's...that's too funny!" she managed to get out in between fits.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 6:07 pm
"W-What? It's true you know!" He said still trying to figure out what was so funny about it. "And you know what they wore with those kilts? Nothing!" He finshed shaking his head trying to rid images of Scottish men in kilts from his mind.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 6:13 pm
Chana was using her arm to cushion her forehead against her knee as she continued laughing. And shaking her head at Stewart. His indignation...! So funny and so, well, adorable!
Eventually she calmed down enough to speak somewhat normally. "I believe you. Really, I do. It's just..." and she was off again, laughing and crying into her furry arm.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 7:04 pm
Stewart still hadn't figured out what she was laughing about. She did have a point with the whole no pants thing. Taking off his shirt he ripped it into a make-shift 'Pagan man-skirt'. Slipping it on he said "Dear god, I can't believe I'm actually wearing a kilt..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2006 5:55 pm
He was actually-! Chana burst into a fresh round of laughter, though this one was shorter overall.
"It's certainly not the worst kilt around...and I think the whole sight is, overall, far more attractive," she told him, smiling. It wasn't just the "skirt" covering nether-parts...it was also that there was actually a bit to look at up top. Not that she was seriously interested...but she was always happy to admire.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 2:37 pm
"Ah well..." He started but paused for a moment looking confused before saying "W-What do you mean by that". This question was followed by a rather large blush forming on his face, after a few aquward moments he said. "I-I need to go, it's been great seeing you again. But I really need to go look for someone..." He finshed with a small wave before heading back into the woods attempting to find Antony again
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 5:54 pm
Chana watched Stewart go and then promptly burst out laughing and didn't stop for many minutes. There were some interesting characters on this island!
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 11:47 pm
As Chana's sitting on the riverbank, she almost doesn't notice the stirring in the water. However, before it's too late, thankfully, a log-like movement in the water draws her attention.
And she realizes that it's not a log. No, it's scaley. And it has eyes...
... and it's headed towards the bank.
((Chana runs into a large-ish river alligator. They move quickly in the water and can spring to snap at something on the bank, but if online, it doesn't move that quickly.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 12:46 pm
Chana was finally calming down from her laughing fit into a mood where she'd normally stare out on the river for some hours. For all the water was constantly moving, there really wasn't much to attract her eyes there. The same green plants, the same gurgling water over the same grey rocks...and a brown log. Like so many others.
She sighed and looked up, wishing she could judge the time by the sunlight filtering down to her through the trees. Then she smiled to herself. What good would knowing the time do her?
Still amused she leaned forward to look at the river again and her eye fell on the log once more. Actually, the log looked kind of slick, almost like it had scales...
...and there were a couple of lumps that could be eyes...
Chana froze and suddenly wished she wasn't so close to the river. Her feet were actually dangling over it. And there was an alligator in it. Or was it a crocodile? She never could remember the difference. But that mattered as much as the time. The point was, it could eat her and she had to get away.
Slowly she pulled her legs back to her in the most nonthreatening manner possible. Even more slowly she shifted her weight to a crouch, never once taking her eyes off of the alligator.
One...two...three, she counted to herself, then took off in a sprint. She wasn't sure where she ran, only that it was away from the river. Some instinct called her a dozen kinds of fool for deserting a natural path through the forest. The rest of her was only worried about getting away from the big reptile.
When the stitch in her side became too much, Chana abruptly sat down and panted. The river was far behind her and she was...well, she was lost now. Great. As surely as the Israelites would have been lost in the desert without Moses, she was lost.
Exhausted and despairing, Chana rocked back and forth on the forest floor as she cried.
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