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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 9:27 pm
Alright...this was getting a little ridiculous. Obviously nothing useful was being shared between the two at this point and he was getting irritated over all the tension. He grunted to himself and closed his eyes, trying to shut them both out for now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 9:30 pm
Joliette rolled her eyes "I think I'm going to head back towards camp, perhaps they've caught more food, sleep well Jamal" she said before turning away from the group and heading back towards the path to the village. She doubted they had... but it never hurt to check...
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 9:35 pm
"Bye now," Antony said, aware of just how immature she was being, but not caring in the least.
After Joli left, Antony made sure to absently jab her elbow into Jamal. Make sure if he wasn't dead.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 9:37 pm
"Owwwww, what da ******** was dat fo'?" he groaned, eyes flying wide as she squarly elbowed him in the side and caught him out of his semi-aware funk.
He didn't even realize Joli had left until she was too far away to give a proper farewell. Oops.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 9:42 pm
"To make sure you weren't dead," she said absently, getting a rather displeasing waft of Jamal Stank and making a face.
Enough was enough, "You smell... Bad." It was for the greater good, like... Her sanity, and maybe even her nose.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 9:48 pm
Jamal facefaulted.
"....WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHIN' EARLIER?!"
He was immediately trying to get to his feet, feeling disgusting. He HATED being nasty and smelly, but he couldn't tell since he'd dealt with it all day.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 9:51 pm
"Because you were EMOING at me!" She retorted before feeling him try and stand up. Antony was quick to react, and immediately straddled his back in order to hold him down, "You can't walk Jamal..."
And Awen would throw a shitfit if she saw me helping your naked a** down to the surf, she thought to herself.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:00 pm
"But I SMELL," he whined feverishly, clawing at the sand. "Brotha do NOT like ta smell." He tried to wiggle free, but it was hard since he was lying flat and she was sitting on him like he was a ******** horse.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:05 pm
"But I don't want you to ******** your ankle up more," she said with a frown before sighing, mentally debating whether she should let him go or not.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:06 pm
"I ratha' have a ******** up ankle than be known as a smelly-a** black b*****d," he muttered forcefully as he tried to crawl towards the ocean, since it was closer. The river really was a better idea, since it wasn't full of salt, but...water was water at this point.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:13 pm
"Oh fine," she grunted, rolling her eyes and then pushing herself to her feet, surveying the situation, "But I'm going to help you damnit."
Antony offered him a help up after shedding her pants, so what if someone saw her a**.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:19 pm
Jamal got to his feet after a bit more struggle and starts to shuck off whatever bits of clothing he had, then hobbled for the water, ignoring the pain in his ankle as he went. He smelled. crying How could she not TELL him?!
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:35 pm
Anjali twitched in her sleep, then shivered. Was the wind getting cold? The fire out?
... no, it wasn't, she saw as she roused blearily. Furthermore, someone else had joined them, she could see them over by the edge of the beach... but not quite make them out.
Ugh. She felt warm then, then cold, then warm again. What was going on? She was far too young for hot flashes.
She reached to rub at her bare ams and flinched away as her hands touched something sticky. Her first thought was sap...
Sap...
"ANTONY!" Anjali shouted suddenly, staring at her hands in the firelight. Was it just a trick of the light, or were they... greenish? They were certainly tingling bizzarely at the tips, and aching in a way that was somehow subtly different from the abused-muscle feeling in the rest of her body.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:43 pm
The tattooed woman was mid yanking off her tank top when she heard her name yelled from back by the fire.
Huh what the ******** was going on?
OH ANJALI!
In her haste to get her tank top off and turn around, somehow Antony managed to get stuck in it, her arms in a weird position over her head. "********!" She griped, finally managing to get the tank top off with a disgruntled grunt.
She ran over and stopped in front of Anjali in nothing but her skeevies and a shirt in her hand. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't find the words.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:49 pm
Jamal had ALMOST made it to the water but heard the loud "ANTONY" yell from futher up the beach, so he sort of stutter-stepped and nearly tripped face-first into the sand. Instead, he managed to catch himself with his hands and a knee and save himself the embarrassment.
"What da HELL, I thought you gonna help," he snapped as he struggled to get up, still dressed in his boxers, which were on the verge of falling off his rear. He couldn't wash by himself because he'd probably drown on accident since he was a lousy swimmer AND his ankle hurt too bad to tread water should he get pulled out deeper than he could handle.
What was the big deal anyway?
He peered up the beach at Anjali, who looked somewhat scared, and noted Antony had stopped stock-still not far. He was obviously missing something.
He cursed to himself and started back up the beach, tugging his boxers back up as to not scare Anjali anymore than she appeared to be, limping like a lame plow horse towards the two women.
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