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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 10:12 pm
Wow, she was here for over a month and Lauren never even heard of her, the island was getting kind of large or Lauren's bought of anti social behaviour did win for a period of time. "Well, Amaya is turning into a lizard as well, you can bask together." Lauren beemed back at her weak smile.
Lauren was getting a little nervous, she actually wanted to be friends with someone. . . again. It was probably the mongoose but hell it never happened and sometimes becoming friends with someone was a prime time to play the mind games she loved so much. "So uh, what do you do besides. . . lizard things." Lauren asked to Joliette.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 10:16 pm
"Yeah Amaya is a iguana I think she mentioned." she chuckled softly "As for 'lizardy' things I'm a photographic journalist, or was, now I just take and develop photos. And I practise my martial arts, I'm hoping to get another punch in on the git... Sabin who knows what the next change will bring. You?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 10:22 pm
Lauren laughed, while she liked Sabin alright it would be awesome to see Joliette punch him. He always has that smug grin.
"Ah, so you're a photo journalist by day, a** kickin' ninja by night I see. And your next big mission is Sabin's jaw." Lauren nodded, "I'll keep your secret as long as you let me watch. That would be so awesome seeing you punch in that wicked grin of his." As if it was needed, Lauren motioned the punch with a big smile, laughing at her own jokes.
"well, I'm really just a run away, but I do like to draw some and hang out here at the beach. I also like the jungle, uh not much else though."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 10:27 pm
"If I could reach his jaw tht would be a good target, but I think I'd take another jab at his solar plexus, the last time it knocked the wind right out of him and hte cocky grin off his face too and I almost got a kick in. " she grinned at that "For someone small I have a pretty good punch, and the git learned that... right before I learned he can put us to sleep with 3 words. I'll let anyone watch if I get the chance to do it again. Though he probably wouldn't let me close enough if I ever did see him again" she nodded "All right, it was nice to meet you, watch out for more of those seashells"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 10:34 pm
Lauren laughed, "never had to worry about not reaching someone's jaw so didn't even think about it. Too bad though, I nearly forgot about that sleep thing." Lauren remembered her fight with the Dude and how the doctor put him to sleep, making the dude believe Lauren had knocked him out. He didn't put Lauren to sleep but warned her that he could. "Damnit, that does piss me off."
Lauren waved as Joliette started to run off, "Nice to meet you as well, yeah those sea shell huh? They can be real killers." She kind of laughed nervously at that. "Maybe next time you can show me some martial art moves, I do love to fight. We can... I think it's called spar... or something" Now that sounded like fun, although Lauren probably could take her even with no knowledge of martial arts, or at least that's what she believed. She waved goodbye as Joliette left, feeling in a bit of a better mood. Something that was starved in her mind was now satisfied, and Lauren knew it was the mongoose.
"Well you had it now are you happy, I was ******** nice." She muttered to herself, going off into the ocean for a late night swim.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 10:37 pm
Joliette smiles and waves "Enjoy your swim lauren" she said watching her disappear into the waves before returning to her pile and scooping it all up puttin ghte heavy high powered telephotolense on her shoulder and heading for the village
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:36 am
New RP
Chana made her way down the and slipped off her sandals. At this time of year, the sand wasn't as hot as it could be, though it was still quite warm.
She hadn't seen anyone on her way here...and couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. So many things on this island made no sense at all.
But on a better note, Hannukah started soon. Chana started singing her favorite song softly: "Who can retell the things that befell us..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:46 am
Ambrose, on the other hand, had stalked out of the cafeteria after the injunction with Jamal, angry and frustrated even after Chubbs and Joli had moliated him a bit.
He had headed out to the beach to try to relax. He had always enjoyed spending time on the beach when he was frustrated or didn't know what to do - but it just didnt' seem to be the same.
He had paced around a bit before finally heading into the work area that he and Chubbs had set up... bitter thoughts about the argument flared in his head again - reminded of all the side-by-side work he had done with Jamal. Just when he thought they might end up friends... Arrrg!
Ambrose spied a chunk of unused wood and picked it up, hefting it a bit. He had been doing a lot of construction - working with wood.... maybe he could find something for Angelina after all.
Picking up one of the knives and some sandpaper, he walked back out to the beach... where he heard soft singing in an unfamiliar voice.
An ear flicked back hesitantly. He hadn't heard of any newcomers that recently.... He just hoped that they were't that new.
He hesitated for a moment, curiousity eventually getting the better of him as he sniffed the air again and headed towards the voice.
He was still dressed in some of his nicer clothes - for all that mattered with his thick fur and other drastically lupine features.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:53 am
Chana was rather oblivious. Between her singing and the ocean, she didn't hear Ambrose behind her. Her attention was on remembering the second verse.
"Hark! In days of yore...now what was it? It couldn't be "in Israel's ancient sand", right? And I know it's in the prayerbook..." she spoke aloud. "I know I know it...ugh, maybe I should stick to dreidel songs..." Chana trailed off, trying to recall some of the...stranger...verses she and her friends had come up with.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:58 am
Ambrose's expression turned into a quirky smile and a curious c**k of his head as he approached the curly brunette from behind. At least some were in the holiday spirit, it seemed. Perhaps she might be better company than Jamal - of course -given his argument with Jamal that wouldn't be all too difficult.
"Good afternoon." Ambrose called out, a bit hesitantly, a block of wood in one pawlike hand, a small knife clenched in the other, albeit in a non-threatening gesture.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 12:04 pm
Chana stopped as a man called to her from behind. She smiled and turned to wave. "G--" Oh, dear G-d! She stared at Ambrose, fear coming into her frozen expression. He was like...some...wolfman from a movie!
And he was holding a decent-sized piece of wood and a knife. Chana backpedaled into the water until it nearly reached her knees. "S-stay away from m-me!" she shrieked at the stranger.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 12:08 pm
Ambrose froze, his eyes widening at the unfortunate and unexpected reaction from the young woman. Great. Perfect. That's what he got for assuming that perhaps she already knew what was going on.
And it had started out as such a good morning. Then Chubbs and Joliette had changed... the argument with Jamal... now this.
His ears lowered and he slowly bent down to put down the wood and knife, he unbent with his palms open towards her. "I... I'm sorry... I... I'm not trying to hurt you... I promise."
His eyes flicked down to the objects he had sat down. "I ... was just going to do some carving."
"Christmas presents...." He added quietly, dejectedly.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 12:14 pm
Amazingly, there was a small, rational part of Chana's brain still working. Carving? I'll bet he really means with those fangs, she thought, staying where she was.
Until he added that it was for Christmas presents. Still very pale, Chana snorted. "Why does the Christian religion have to believe the world revolves around it?" she spat. Of course, only standing up for her Jewish heritage would allow Chana to react to the wolfman as a person.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 12:24 pm
Ambrose wasn't expecting that. Perhaps she was being defensive because she was scared... she certainly still smelled of fear, despite his good intentions. Not that he blamed her - he thought with a sigh.
But regardless of why, he had managed to both scare her and offend her. Lovely work, Ambrose.
"World revolves...? What? No... I mean... Angelina and I... Ergh... I'm not prostelizing or anything... just making my girlfriend a gift for Christmas." His ears pinned back defensively. Ambrose was Christian... by all technical terms - but more of an Easter/Christmas one, especially since leaving home.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 12:30 pm
"Do you really need a holiday just to give your girlfriend a gift?" Chana demanded. "It's such a stupid notion, really. People say "it's the thought that counts," yet it's "thoughtless" if they should forget to give a loved on a present on a holiday such as Christmas. Giving gifts is supposed to be a joy, not an obligation."
And Hannukah was one of the least important holidays. Eight days of presents? Whose idea had that been? Chana had had a bone to pick with whoever it was ever since she was in highschool. Presents were expensive.
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