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 Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:41 am
Antony went rigid when he tightened further, the squirrel inside her screaming for a tree, and right when she was about to complain... he bit her. Hard. She gave a pained cry, eyes wide in disbelief, "Gerrof you one balled freak!"
So much for tact.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:45 am
The exclimation seemed to snap him back into his head, eyes opening and tentacles flinching back off of her, "Ach-" What the hell had just happened?? A look of utter confusion took over his face, his mind trying to digest how he had come to the conclusion of *biting*. She just... was in his tentacles and... "Jesus!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:47 am
Instincts or not, Antony was angry and the squirrel wanted away right now. She immediately stood and put distance between the two of them. Tree. Find a tree. Safety's there.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:53 am
"I ha' no idea wha' tha' jes'-" He broke off, her insult sinking in finally, and his face went white, "Ach- you-"
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:56 am
It was obvious she knew, but Antony didn't care about that right now. With the squirrel chittering at her to haul her a** up a tree conflicting with her last tree experience on the island, Antony was rooted where she was standing in the sand. "You tried to eat me! An' not in the good way either!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 8:00 am
"I don' know wha' tha' was!" He tried to explain, sitting up with a weak and confused expression, his face still white. She knew! But she hadn't said anything... maybe she wouldn't? She wouldn't tell anyone, would she? She had better not, or he *would* eat her. Literally.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 8:02 am
Finally, Antony got the squirrel to shut up enough to address is previous comment. "Why do you..." She motioned to his opened pants silently, "You're missing bits."
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 8:05 am
his paled face suddenly went red, his lips pursing as he glanced down at hte bottle of rum propped in the sand. Wordlessly, he took another swig. He was drunk, but he wasn't sure if he was drunk enough to talk about it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 8:07 am
Her tails were still bristled from the previous events, but finally began to settle down and depuff. She bent down and quickly scooped up her top, pulling it back on and knotting it quickly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 8:13 am
Billy stared at the bottle and it's increasingly lowering amount of liquid inside. This fecking island. He couldn't even get a shag without something happening.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 9:40 am
Antony raised an eyebrow at the amount of alcohol he had already disposed of in his body, breathing slowly returning to normal. "What happened?" She asked quietly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 9:49 am
He made a small, drunkenly disgruntled noise in the back of his throat, tentacles self conciously coiling back up against his chest. "Th'white room," He mumbled weakly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 9:52 am
"It happened here?" She sounded surprised, having figured that it was cancer or something like Lance Armstrong had. "Not cancer?" Just to make sure.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 9:57 am
"NO' ********' CANCER!" He snarled, the alchohol suddenly swinging him into a more violent temper, "She though' I did it! She DECIDED I did it! I wake up an-" He was shivering. He hadn't talked to anyone about it at all. Awen had spotted it, but she didn't know anything.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 10:00 am
Her hands went up in defense as she took a few steps back. She knew angry drunks before, and she wasn't going to go back down that road. "Aubrey?" Antony questioned, remembering past relevant conversations.
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