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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:07 am
"I guess," he said, though he didn't sound convinced, and turned back around to plop his head on his arms. Her attempt at optimism failed to work on him mostly because he'd been in a situation like this back a home...well...the whole not having lots of good stuff to eat thing. There was a time his whole family ate ramen and macaroni for a month...
But those were different circumstances.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:22 am
"It could be worse," she mused, eyeing his lower back as if it were a big, fluffy pillow.
Pausing, Antony thought back briefly on the helicopter before sighing softly and shifting over so that she could commandeer his lower back. Carefully nestling back on it, she yawned before saying what was on her mind, "s**t happens, but at least we're alive."
Hopefully he was mellowed down enough to not care about her using him as a pillow. If he wasn't, well she'd deal with that when it came about.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:28 am
Jamal's lips pursed into a thin line as she scooted over and took the liberty of using his back as a makeshift pillow, but he didn't move away. It was pointless to try and continue to be outwardly mad at Antony...he could still be mad but not be a jerk, he figured.
He did think that Awen would have a shitfit if she came out of the jungle and saw them sitting by the fire together, but Jamal didn't care about that. Maybe it would get Awen to explode and get whatever it was she was thinking out of her system. He knew that she wanted to yell and get angry but something wasn't letting her. At least, not yet.
"s**t always happenin'," he murmured as he turned his head so his cheek was against his arms now instead of his chin. "But yeah, I guess we didn't come off so bad compared ta some..." The some being the roasted bodies in the helicopter.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:38 am
Antony relaxed considerably when he didn't make a move to push her away from him. Sleeping in the sand had given her a crick in her neck, and at least this way it wouldn't hurt as bad later.
She decided to ignore the fact that he smelled rather funny at the moment, figuring she'd make him take a 'bath' in the ocean tomorrow. Hopefully he wouldn't be as mad at her then because a bath, in her opinion, was something he needed badly.
Lifting her rear, she fished for her last pack of cigarettes, pulling one out before shoving the pack back into her pocket and letting her rear fall to the sand once more. Maybe the smell of smoke would cover up the smell of Jamal the unbathed? She could only hope so as she lit the smoke dangling from her lips.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:42 am
Okay well, of course someone was going to smell when they'd been sleeping on a bird s**t cliff and lost in the jungle for almost two days. It wasn't entirely his fault...he probably would have bathed if it weren't for the fact that 1) He didn't care right then and 2) he wasn't hurt.
He didn't say anything when she pulled out a smoke, not knowing her motive for doing so, and just let the fire bathe warmth on his face as he tried to relax and ignore the twing in his ankle.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:48 am
That still didn't change the fact that he smelled, but thankfully, the sweet smell of nicotine and burning plants seemed to dull the odor significantly. This was a major improvement.
Tilting her head to glance back at his ankle, she frowned and sat up so she could see over his big black a**. Absently, Antony wondered if she has anything that was cold to ice it with because it looked -bad-. "How'd the ankle happen?" Too bad she didn't have any aspirin on her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:52 am
It took a moment for Jamal to answer because he didn't remember exactly what had happened at first, but when he did answer, he sounded somewhat sheepish.
"Uh...tripped inna hole when I was ******** up," he said with a smirk. "Prolly didn't help much I tried ta walk on it mo' afterwards."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:57 am
"No. It didn't, but it doesn't look broken... Really swollen though..." She appraised with a frown, shaking her head slightly. No ice and no painkillers. That and Jamal only had one blunt left.
Oh this was going to be pleasant.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:03 pm
He actually had maybe three more all together, counting the one behind his ear, but they weren't going to last long at this rate. He didn't realize how low he was on weed yet either.
"Looks like I ain't gonna be trompin' 'round then lookin' fo' anythin' ta help then fo' a lil' bit," he said sourly. "Unless I get a new stick o' somethin' ta lean on."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 6:35 pm
"No you won't. If you do you'll injure it even more," she grunted, frowning to herself. Even though she hated moochers, Jamal had taken care of her that one night, and she had royally screwed him over by accident. So to Antony, it was okay for Jamal not to do work and stay at the 'camp' that they had made.
Once again, Jamal was broken and could not help her.
Oh well, that just meant Antony had to do extra work to keep up the slack. No problem with her. Glancing over to Anjali's sleeping form, she frowned, concerned that the injection may be having negative effects.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 6:40 pm
He grumbled and snorted heavily, sending a flurry of sand all over his forearm from the 'breeze' it created. He hated being a moocher and just sitting around....well...actually, the sitting around part was fine, but he did feel like this was a time that he ought to be helping. It wasn't like there a few simple chores of cleaning house to do....this was about survival.
"As soon as I can, I'm gonna get up and do stuff, 'cause I'll be damned if peeps think I be useless on toppa' bein' a ********."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 7:04 pm
"As soon as you can," she repeated firmly, reaching behind her to pat him in the middle of his upper back. Her stomach absently rumbled in protest to the lack of adequate food, but Antony ignored it, instead responding to his comment, "You're not a ********... Or useless, an a*****e maybe..."
Antony's lips curled into a teasing smile, hoping to lighten the mood somewhat, "But that's okay, because I'm a condescending b***h and a whore... And we're the one's chillin' next to a fire with the entire island's supply of accessible alcohol."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 7:11 pm
Jamal was going to make a snarky comment, but realized she was more or less messing with him, so instead he rolled just a bit, enough to make it look like he was trying to ruin her comfortable seat.
The mention of alcohol made him pause, a slow smile spreading over his broad features. "...just how much booze do we got?" he inquired, putting on a facade of innocent questioning.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 7:14 pm
Joliette trudged onto the beach, her camera bag over one shoulder and peered around, she saw the fire, and 3 people, 2 of which she knew another who was asleep Oh no... she sighed inwardly and heading towards the group though being sure to give Antony a wide berth , she didn't desire to get close and get beat up once again. Not that she wouldn't attempt to defend herself, but she was sunburnt like anything and still getting over the last set of results of a fight. It didn't seem much like an appropriate time for a fight either...
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 7:24 pm
Antony made a whining noise, if only to make him feel better, and she simply grinned at his question. "Not enough to drink like we usually do sadly."
She was about to go on when she heard the distinct noise one makes when walking on sand, eyes immediately locking on the girl coming her way. Oh great, Godzilla. Sighing deeply, the tattooed woman's eyes flicked towards the knife she had swiped from the Beach Bar lying next to the two of them.
Claws be damned, she had a blade. "Well hello darling. Care for a cup of tea and crumpets?" Her tone was anything but friendly, and yes, she was a b***h.
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