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 Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 7:26 pm
"Uh huh, I don't give out free gropes." Antony immaturely stuck out her tongue, barbell gleaming in the sunlight before she shut her mouth, tongue safely inside. His thoughts seemed to be on the same line as hers, one hand going to her stomach as it grumbled. She absently wondered where the food was on this island before she actually asked, eyes scanning the shoreline in determination, "Where're the eats around here?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 7:33 pm
Jamal tilted his head back a little to try and look at her, but found himself swamped instead by a gentle wave. He sputtered in a rather unsexy manner and hastily stood, hands pawing his face to get the water away from his eyes and mouth. Blech.
"Who said anythin' 'bout bein' free. I gave ya a few hits," he managed to say in his most piteous voice, but gave up on that line when his stomach lurched and almost gurgled loud enough to be heard over the water crashing the shoreline.
"Uh...food...ain't far from herr, I think. Da bar down that way but last I knew all da booze been taken away. Da cafeteria ain't too far either, but it back by da duplexes. I'm ********' starvin'."
That and his buzz was starting to wear down. He simply had to fix both issues.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 7:45 pm
"So?" The moment he acknowledged that there was food close, Antony was swimming to shore. Food was motivation enough for her. That and the waves were getting close to sweeping away their clothes and that was her only swimsuit. ******** that.
"But I'd have to put my clothes back on for the cafeteria," she complained as she hurried up onto the beach to scoop up her clothes. Pausing, her eyes drifted to his pile of clothes, and after a look back to Jamal, cheeky grin included, Antony immediately swiped his clothes as well, bling and all, before darting in the general direction of away.
He'd probably catch her, but she wasn't exactly thinking that far ahead.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 7:50 pm
He followed sedately, eyes glued to her backside as it emerged from the water a few yards ahead of him. However, when she stooped to get his clothes, then started to run, he face faulted.
Oooooh no, that was NOT part of the deal.
Jamal erupted from the water with an indignant, highly articulate shout of "HEY WHAT DA ******** YOU DOIN'?!", nearly tripping over the slight lip of sand that formed where the water had eroded away where the waves hit the shore, and pelted down the beach after her.
Thankfully he had long legs, so he easily gained on her as sand sprayed out behind him as he ran, and stretched an arm out to try and grab wildly at her shoulder or an arm or SOMETHING that would make her stop. He needed his clothes, dammit! And that bling was ********' expensive...and...he had weed in those jeans!
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 8:00 pm
His shout was inspirition to run faster, which wasn't much considering she had an armful of clothes and was lacking balance, so when his hand caught here wherever, Antony was thrown off balance and directly into the sand.
Wind knocked out of her lungs, she rolled over onto her back, sand stuck to the half of her body that had hit the ground. Choking slightly as she got some air back into her, she raised her hands in a sort of 'I surrender' motion.
Seconds later, Antony dissolved into peals of laughter, hand roughly wiping sand off of her face. Soon she regained her composure, eyes opening to blink upwards at where she guess he would still be standing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 8:09 pm
Yes well, provided he was still standing, she'd probably be looking at him. However...
When she was thrown off balance, so was he thanks to his dissolving, yet still obviously present high. In an effort to not step on her, he tried to dodge but somehow his foot didn't connect with the ground properly, but instead hooked under one of her legs and he did a neat flying somersault over her and landed face first into the grit.
So now he was lying face down in the sand, muttering a slew of curse words into the deaf earth, with sand in VERY uncomfortable places. He wasn't sure if he wanted to roll over or not at this point, but he did anyway, throwing himself into a hunched position similar to how he was initially found earlier that day.
One forearm went up to scrape some of the sand away from his eyes. His hair and the little facial hair he had was caked in sand, giving him a fairly comical appearance. He would have been more pissed had he not had a rather SPENDID view at this point. Jamal did have the presence of mind to grab his clothing away and jam them in his lap in a very posessive "MINE" gesture.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 8:17 pm
As mentioned previously, modesty was never something Antony had to worry about, and when she didn't locate him upwards, she looked to her left, and then to her right, finally spying Jamal and nearly succumbing to more laughter. Instead, she simply grinned at him through whatever sand was left on her face. "You would have gotten' em back," she explained, or rather stated randomly.
If she hadn't been so hungry, Antony would have been content to stay laying there for a bit longer, but like Jamal, the sand was not so comfortable in various places. That and she definately had the munchies.
Food, or shower? She contimplated the possibility of eating and showering, forgetting her mission to get up and go somewhere for the moment.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 8:20 pm
"You women be crazy sometimes...how da hell was I ta know? s**t." He tried to blow some sand off his top lip but gave up. He wasn't going to let go of his clothes for ANY reason now.
Jamal grumped irritably and got up, clothes clutched protectively to his chest, and tromped back for the water, wading in partially to help rinse away some of the more troublesome sand, then came back out to put on his boxers and jeans. The tank was left off and thrown over a shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 8:31 pm
Yes, women were crazy, and that was one of the key reasons for her being completely and utterly straight. Not that she had any problems with homosexuals, but two sets of PMS was something Antony drew the line at.
Eyes following him and the nice view of his rear to the water, Antony stood up to follow before noticing an outdoor, open shower just up ahead. Brilliant.
Bending over to slip on her flip flops, Antony also scooped up her clothes, shaking them free of as much sand as possible before meandering towards said shower. Her clothing was hung on a nearby sign for the beach bar before she turned on the water and stuck her head under the spray.
Ah, how she loved short hair. Taking her glasses off briefly, she tilted her head up towards the spray before replacing her specs and moving to rid her body of as much sand as she could. Cold water be damned, this sand was on its way OUT.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 8:38 pm
As the sand on his face dried, he was more capable of wiping it off with his hand instead of using more water. True enough, his hair was going to be sandlogged for awhile, but...he'd probably pick out the braids soon enough and redo them anyway. Damn hair.
Being the gentleman he was, he didn't stare at her as she showered. Nope. Not at all.
...okay, maybe just a LITTLE.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 8:46 pm
She was done soon enough, shaking a bit of the water out of her hair before pulling on her clothes, or trying to as best as she could. Damned water. After a struggle, partially thanks to the wanning effects of the earlier smoking, her shorts were on and Antony turned toward Jamal, raising an eyebrow at his look.
Striding over to him, she tugged the tank from his shoulder, and after shaking it free of sand, she took off her glasses and wiped them dry. Once they were spotless to her liking, the young lady replaced the shirt over his shouder and patted his stomach with a grin.
"I'm ******** hungry," she announced, raising an eyebrow and glancing up at him expectantly. He had been on the island longer after all.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 8:55 pm
Jamal uttered a "Help yo'self" as she took his tank and used it for glass cleaning, then brightened when she announced she was hungry and gave him a look that clearly meant "lead the way".
He dug around in his jean pocket again, producing the bandanna fragment and it's concealed treasure. One joint was again taken from it's brethren and put between his lips while the others were carefully put away. Then he put it between his fingers to speak.
"Well....I figger the cafeteria got food in it fo' sho' so we might as well go there," he said with an indifferent shrug as he pawed for his lighter. Nothing like a predinner smoke to really get an appetite going.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 9:05 pm
"Sounds good too me." Antony glanced at the newly procured joint, but simply smirked inwardly as she began to head in the direction of the duplexes and, apparently, the cafeteria as well.
As they walked, small talk was chosen by her to fill the silence, "So, what brought you to the island?" She ran a hand through her hair to try and get it dry faster, scrunching the back between her fingers to get it messier.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 9:11 pm
He followed along, lighting his new joint, and put the gun-lighter away in the waistband of his jeans.
The question presented to him did cause him to blanch slightly. Did he really want to get into that?...if she was a new villager, he was certain she would find out ANYWAY. Best get it out in the open anyway and clear up any misunderstandings.
"Well...brotha' had a lil' slip of da finga' wit' his gun 'n killed someone," he started, taking a long drag to emphasize the silence that fell after that statement. "So uh...kinda hidin' from the cops at this point. You?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 9:18 pm
She vaguely remembered him mentioning this earlier, and simply nods, "Better than being a rapist, ain't no accidents there." It was partially a joke, and partially serious, shrugging seconds later, "Eh, I'm not going to judge you on that... Not one to judge usually, so we're cool. No worries."
Somehow, she felt the need to explain that too him before answering his question with a lopsided grin, "Ah, my father entered me into some raffle and I won a vacation, so I'm only here for two weeks."
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