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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 7:28 pm
Escape planHarley would hear a knock on her door the morning of the designated departure. "Hey Sharkbait, you ready to go yet?" There was a bag slung over one of Zeke's shoulders, inside was a change of clothing, a half a bottle of vodka, an extra pair of shoes(flipflips), and a pair of swim trunks. Currently he was dressed in a pair of plaid shorts and a t-shirt. The most casual outfit he'd worn on island to date, but they were headed somewhere warm and sunny, and would be outside all day. Comfort was key. "You've got five minutes until I break the door down and just throw you over my shoulder." Hard to tell if the threat was empty or not.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 8:15 am
Escape PlanHarley was waiting for him, but at the same time she was also finishing packing. Her trips off-island were usually so exciting she barely slept the night before, but in her waking moments she never really thought to pack ahead - except that one time, with Horace. So this morning she was throwing some things into her bag. A change of clothes, her bathing suit, a towel, an extra pair of sandals and a few beach and overnight things she may need. She was dressed in a bright light blue double layer tank top, short white shorts and dark navy sandals, which was a fairly normal look for her, beach wear aside.
When the knock came she had just finished stuffing some sunscreen into her bag, and the following threat made her grin at the door.
"That's great incentive to not open the door - try again!" She laughed, easily and lightly, as she zipped up her bag. She was now ready to go, but she wasn't about to tell him - or the door, she supposed - that.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 8:31 am
Escape plan"Well how about we switch things up, yeah?" He was laughing, leaning against the wall beside the door. "Open the door now and I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you off to sun San Diego." She liked to push his buttons, he recognized this, and could appreciate the desire. It was just fun. A woman after his own heart.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 8:50 am
Escape PlanHarley went quiet as she thought about it, and her decision was obvious by the way her door creaked open, just enough to fit herself in the frame. "That would minimize property damage..." She conceded the point, with a grin.
"Good Morning, Handsome!" She chirped belatedly, still squished between the frame and the door itself, holding both close against her. If she really did want to be carted off, she was apparently going to be difficult about it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 10:39 am
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The door cracked open and Harley appeared in the space between, grinning at him. "Yes, it would." He returned that grin, his a fair bit sharper in contrast, head tipping to rest his temple against the door frame. "Hey yourself, Gorgeous." She was, too. Tall and thin, al pale skin and wild, vibrant hair. The whole package wrapped up in brught packaging. And if that was all she had going for her, Zeke wouldn't have been standing outside Her door.
He noted how she'd wedged herself between door and frame, and pale eyes narrowed. "Got your bag?" Once he caught her there'd be no turning back, for anything, so she'd be wise to grab anything she intended to take along before he managed to do just what he'd threatebed. Or promised.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 1:46 pm
Escape Plan"I guess we'll do that then. If you can carry me." Hattie challenged with a laugh to her voice. "Plus Tommy would like his door to not be, you know, broken." That might put a damper on her and her roomie's relationship after all. Nothing said room mate troubles like purposefully breaking the door.
"Yep. I'm holding onto it." Hattie informed him with a grin, jerking the bag just enough to make the little bell on it jingle as proof.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 2:23 pm
Escape planThe challenge was presented as if she had any choice in the matter. That option was gone the second she'd made his threat out as something fun. "Mmmhmm." At the sound of the bell Zeke was straightening up to flatten a palm against he door, pushing on it until he had enough room to scoop her up with an arm around her waist, and hoisting her up onto his should. Her bag, if she didn't manage to hang onto it, would be caught with his free hand before he'd pull her door(or Tommy's, apparently) closed. " If I can carry you, girl please. An amused snort, and he'd bounce her a little as he turned to head down the hall, all luggage accounted for now.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 4:00 pm
Escape PlanHattie gave a cry of amusement as he hoisted her into the air and onto his shoulder, one handed as if she were a sack of feathers. In the scuffle she managed to hold onto her bag, both it and the charm around her wrist chiming excitedly with all the movement. The door closed, and she was about to say something when he jostled her, bouncing her on his shoulder.
"You've got one bony shoulder, good sir!" Hattie cackled almost breathlessly, before easing herself down to just hang limply over him for a moment or two. Then, after a moment, she pressed her hands against his lower back and pulled herself up a little bit, trying to straighten out some despite her feet not being on the floor.
"Hey! Can I change my kidnapping position into a piggy back ride?" She asked, trying to look at him and utterly failing.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 4:13 pm
Escape plan"I do not." He had a broad shoulder overlaid with muscle. The urge to give her bottom a sound swat was there, but he resisted, going for a soft pinch at the back of her knee instead before resuming his firm hold on the back of her legs to keep her from falling. He'd made it nearly to the doors when her request for a position change came, and the Mist made a show of considering it as he opened the door and left the dorms, angling off towards the lighthouse. "And what's my incentive for this? I mean if I keep you like this I get to stare at your lovely behind the whole time." Brows rose questioningly as he turned his head enough to look back at her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 4:27 pm
Escape PlanThe knee pinch drew a sharp yelp, but as always it dissolved into light laughter.
"You do so." She argued, because no matter how muscled his shoulder was, it was still digging into her stomach; but between the two of them, she certainly was the more bony one. The natural light (or as natural as it could get for Deus) hit them then, signalling that they were outside.
"Well, that's true." Harley agreed with a little hum. "I do have a nice one." She even wiggled it a little bit, simply because she could; Hattie loved her body and everything about it, and it showed with her confidence. "Hrm. If you don't, I'll play the drums on yours? Or I'll try to trip you!" She still had her bag. One good moment of aim and she could tangle it in his legs...
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 5:15 pm
Escape planThe wiggling derrière rather easily drew her attention, and of course he had to agree with her. It was a very lovely backside. Her threats weren't doing much to sway him. He made a tsking sound, giving her another little bounce as he wrapped his arm a little tighter around her thighs, dumping her a little further down his back. "If you wanna get all handsy with my a**, I'm not going to discourage you." Was she crazy? "And if you trip me, I'll just make sure I fall on top of you. Is that really what you want?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 5:42 pm
Escape PlanHattie squeaked, then pouted, puffing out her cheeks against his back. Did she want that? "Well, no..." She hummed a little bit, still pondering some incentive. "What if I promise to take a really long time bending over later?" She asked innocently, doing a quick little tapping solo on his butt, as promised.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 6:00 pm
Escape planHe slowed to a thought, features gone thoughtful as he considered her offer. Or possibly just to the enjoy the light pawing at his a**. Hard to say which, at least until he adjusted her grip on her legs and pulled her down into a princess hold before setting her on her feet. "Deal."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 6:57 pm
Escape PlanHattie was in the middle of tapping out the tune of 'Die Young' by Ke$ha when he adjusted his grip on her, putting a quick end to her little musical solo. She let out an oof at first as she ended up in a Princess grip, and then a small cheer as she was on her feet. She spun around just long enough to grab his hand and shake it, just to make their little agreement valid.
Then she ran around behind him and pounced onto his back, locking her legs around his middle and her arms around his shoulders, her bag hitting his biceps as it dangled from her arm.
"Mush, pretty boy!" She laughed, at least remembering to be quiet about it since she was right beside his ear.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 7:24 pm
Escape planThe hand shake was done before he'd realized it was happening and she was on his back, legs locked around his waist, with her bag swinging around to bounce off his arm before he was reaching back to grasp wrists beneath her butt. "Mush?" He applied a reasonable amount of disdain for the world before she'd feel the rumble of low laughter through his back. He started walking again, though he turned his head to to give her an absolutely dashing smile. "I'm not a sled dog, Sweetheart." He could have left it there, but what would have been the fun in that. "But you can ride me any day." He was on the path leading up the lighthouse now. Soon they'd be stepping out into sunny California. Not significantly different in climate from their current home, but it was change of scenery.
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