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 Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 9:44 pm
"I don't ********' care," he said as he barely concealed his brewing irritation, his back still turned, continuing to struggle down the beach towards a bar that was WAY too far away. The crutch continued to slip and slide until finally it grew to be too much of a bother. He all but hurled it off towards the water and hobbled forward, biting back a squeak of pain each time his swollen ankle supported his weight.
Well...alcohol would have been nice, but at this point, he'd take shelter away from everyone else.
He actually didn't get too far, now without his extra support, and finally just said ******** it and flopped into the sand, back still to Antony, his injured leg straight out in front of him while the other was bent up towards his chest. It both helped him remain steady as he sat there and cradled his growling stomach. He'd catch his breath and try again in a minute.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 10:04 pm
"Why are all men stubborn?" She hissed to herself. He didn't look well at all. His ankle was an obvious mess, and he was doing more damage then good walking on it.
If he wanted to hate her for being honest when he lied, so be it. But Antony was not about to let him starve or not allow him water.
Wincing inwardly at each step, Antony immediately began to search for the water bottle that she had refilled recently. Afterwards, she picked up the knife and proceeded to slice up a papaya and some coconut meat from the one broken open the night before. She placed all of this on a piece of the 'leaf baggie' that Anjali had made the previous afternoon.
This all collected and knife left by the fire, the woman made her way over to Jamal, walking around to the 'front' of him and sitting down. The 'plate' of fruit was set within reach of his hand, and Antony unscrewed the bottle top for him before offering the water bottle to him.
"I may be mad you didn't tell me about Awen, but I'm not a big enough b***h to deprive you of food and water." There were no lies in Antony's eyes, and Jamal, if he looked, could tell that she meant well. Somehow.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 10:18 pm
Jamal's lip curled as he heard her scuffing footsteps towards him and completely ignored her until she sat down in front of him. The smell of the fruit was so strong that he couldn't ignore looking to see where it was, yet when he saw it in her hand, he tried to push it out of his thoughts.
"I -did- tell you," he almost growled, lifting his eyes to look at her with a very pointed, yet also vaguely upset manner. "I told you."
He thought they had an understanding...that...Awen wasn't to know about this. At least not now. He didn't realize she was THAT high until after the fact, and even then she seemed to remember things he said when she was lit up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 10:29 pm
"When?" She huffed, setting the water down and crossing her arms over her chest irritably. "If I had known, I wouldn't have said anything." Her voice was almost haughty. How dare he make up things to make it be her fault.
Antony was about to make another comment when something dawned on her, and she paused in mid movement, eyes going wide. Face contorting into a look of 'well ********,' the woman slouched, feeling very much like s**t. Well that explains the nagging feeling when she first met ********," she muttered, "You told me when I was high didn't you? Right before..." Her features scrunched up in thought as she tried to remember what exactly happened. "Before the table attacked me..."
Somehow, 'I'm sorry' just didn't cut it for a situation like that, and Antony was at a loss for words for a good deal of time. The little voice in her head was laughing at her, cackling at its perfect timing.
Now what could she do?
"Well," she said softly, rubbing a hand over her forehead with a sigh, "Please at least eat and drink, it's the least I could do."
Screwing the top back on the bottle so it didn't spill, Antony stood and started to head back towards the fire. She figured he didn't want her around him, and she understood why. She had ******** up, royally, and it was her turn to face the consequences.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 10:37 pm
Jamal glared hard at the sand as she went off, acting as though she didn't do anything wrong. Just hold you tongue Jamal...don't say anything you'll regret later... He didn't even feel like granting her another glance; he was just so angry about so many things. Angry that he woke up on a bird-s**t covered cliff...angry that Awen found out about Antony...angry that Antony 'forgot'.... He wanted to be alone, yet he didn't.
When she got up, he didn't even bother to look at the food until her voice had faded off considerably when she started to walk away. Okay, so he felt a little bad that he'd taken it out on Antony, but not enough to apologize. He felt like a complete social outcast at this point.
After a few minutes, he could no longer ignore the wrenching pain in his stomach as the smell of food continued to linger, so he did reach out to grab the leaf bag and slowly picked up a few cubes of fruit, giving them a sullen, dejected look over, before putting them into his mouth to chew silently whilst watchin the ocean.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 10:51 pm
She wShe wasn't acting as if nothing happened; she was giving him space. It had been obvious that he didn't want to talk to her, see her, or be near her in anyway possible.
Not that she blamed him.
Antony didn't once regret sleeping with Jamal, but she regretted telling Awen about it. She was so angry at herself that she picked up a rather large chuck of driftwood she had gathered, hefted it over her head, and chucked it down the beach with a snarl. "******** she had only kept her damn mouth shut.
It was soon decided, that she was not going to smoke pot for a long time. s**t like this had happened before, but usually she'd just black out and wake up the next morning alone in a strange bed. Always evident of what had happened during the night. The morning after pill was a godsend in her mind.
But, that wasn't the same. This involved other people, not just her ******** herself up and getting chucked in a bad situation.
Her and her big mouth.
Rubbing her head out of pure agitation, Antony made sure to move herself away from the alcohol so she didn't turn violent on the last bottles left.
Swiftly, she took out a cigarette and lit it as fast as she could get her Zippo to light it. A long drawl didn't even seem to help.
"I'm sorry," She finally muttered in his direction, loud enough so he could hear, "I ******** up and I'm sorry."
It was all she could do, and she didn't expect forgiveness in the least.
Antony took another drawl silently, eyes moving to the ocean as well.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:03 pm
Jamal finished off the fruit rather quickly, if only for the fact he was absolutely starving, then took the bottle of water to wash down the sticky sweetness. He was never one to be into fruit and it was almost harsh on his completely empty stomach, but he knew he'd feel better later once it settled.
As he stared at the water, he sort of fell into a little bit of a trance. He wondered how far it was to the nearest mainland...could he make it if he tried? From the sounds of it, the island seemed almost abandoned by the staff. Surely they'd never notice if he left.
When Antony spoke, he blinked, falling away from that line of thought. Sorry?...mmwell, too bad sorry didn't make time reverse. Then she could keep her yap shut and not get him on the shitlist of Awen and probably every friend SHE had, once they found out.
Yeah, ya did, he mouthed silently before tossing the waterbottle to the side and carefully turning so he was on his belly in the warm sand, arms cradled on his crossed arms as he continued to face the ocean. He carefully made a little hollow with his bruised foot so it was held comfortably on the warm sand without causing too much tension. The sand felt good on his chest too, soothing the tired and knotted muscles of his chest from trying to heave himself along with the walking stick.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:16 pm
She knew it was useless. Hell, she wouldn't have accepted just an apology if she were in his shoes either.
Turning, Antony made her way back to the fire and sat down. Picking up a stray stick and stoking the fire, she continued to smoke, savoring the cancer stick for as long as possible. Cautiously, she risked a glance over to Jamal, frown appearing when she saw his ankle again.
It was a bad sprain, but there was nothing she could do to help. Not that he'd take her advice if she gave him some right now. Maybe he'd accept her blunts and then let her help him get over by the fire before nightfall?
Worth a try.
Standing up, again, Antony dug around in her pocket before carefully pulling out two, tightly rolled blunts. Not wanting to walk over and waste her time, she simply lofted them at his head. One plunked him in the back of the neck, and the other landed just in front of his face. She assumed he still had his lighter.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:26 pm
Jamal was appropriately startled when something struck the back of his neck and nearly jumped three feet sideways, but when the second object hit the sand in front of him, he was puzzled.
"Wha..." he grunted, reaching out with a hand to pluck the white stick from the sand with a cautious expression on his face. Either it had started to rain blunts or someone was trying to get his attention....and since the first was HIGHLY, if not very sadly, unlikely, he could only go with the second option. Sigh. A quick, furitive look around produced the second joint.
When given a joint, one did not take that for granted...especially when many of his were consumed earlier today and the night before. Against his better judgement, a hand went to the pocket of his jeans and he produced his lighter, all in it's shiny gold glory, and lit up. He didn't move from the belly-sprawl position on the sand though. He just raised himself up on an elbow and took a slow pull from the joint, still eyeing the ocean as though it would solve all his problems in some sort of mystical way.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:38 pm
The tattooed woman didn't even bother saying anything to him, instead going to retrieve the previously thrown driftwood back to the stick pile.
Once done, Antony cut herself another chunk of the coconut, chewing on it as her stomach groaned pitifully at the lack of meat being provided. She briefly entertained the thought of fishing, or possibly hunting. Her lack of knowledge in said area caused her to quickly cast aside that idea.
She'd just wait until the pot kicked in, and then tend to Jamal.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:45 pm
The second joint was tucked behind his ear absently, falling victim to his wandering thoughts and the effects of the pot smoke slowly but surely. Stupid island...stupid people...stupid everything. Graaaaawgh.
Soon enough his chin dropped back to the cradle his arms made on the sand, about a quarter of the blunt drooping at the corner of his mouth, oddly mimicing how he was feeling. So emo.
"....Emoshelf," he muttered to himself, closing his eyes and ignoring the warm ash that fell from the tip of his smoke onto his scraped forearm. He couldn't remember where he heard that from, but it sounded good at the time.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:56 pm
And that was just the cue she was waiting for. Antony cautiously made her way over to him, coconut half in tow.
Now how was she going to get a man that outsized her and outweighs her over to the fire without hurting his ankle anymore.
She'd figure it out later. Stepping over him, Antony waved the coconut in front of his face in case he was still hungry. "Hey, we need to get you by the fire so nothing eats you tonight."
It was true enough.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:02 am
Jamal grumbled and spat the end of the spent joint into the sand, flicking a bit of sand over it with his fingers.
"Why not...It'd solve ma' ********' problems, wouldn't it?" he said bitterly. At least he was talking to her; that was an improvement.
He eyed the coconut as it was waved about his face. Damn munchies...he didn't -want- to be nice. He didn't -want- to give in and just act like everything was peachy-keen. He just wanted to sit and sulk and wait until the island either imploded, exploded, or sunk to the bottom of the ocean in an ending fitting for such a miserable past couple of months.
But damn, he was still really, -really- hungry.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:09 am
"Oh stop emoing before I drag you, bum ankle and all, over into the fire so I can eat some meat." It was an empty threat, but a threat nonetheless. She didn't think Jamal meat would taste too good anyways.
And as she watched him glare at the poor coconut, Antony rolled her eyes, "Oh just eat it, I know you're still mad at me."
Losing patience? Not at all.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:17 am
Jamal snorted and was so tempted to just ignore her again, but the effects of the pot just wouldn't let him do it.
"...Fine. But I'm still mad," he muttered, his face shadowed by the fact that he was still clearly mad, but now he was high and mad, which went against each other enough to where he'd at least be civil right now.
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