|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:36 pm
Location: Tropical Island (not THE island, but another vacation spot. This one's totally legit)
Premises: Happens BEFORE island, or wanna be pre island. I'm talking character development here. Just a way for everyone to strengthen their backstory. So everyone is free to hop on in.
***************************
Maryke Jimenez stared blankly at the Cosmopolitan magazine she had sitting on the table. Same old, same old....sex tips, fashion tips, most recent celebrity breakups, and of course astrological signs. She ran her painted fingernail against the page as she read what 'Miss Cleo' had to say on the Leos.
Someone in a profession that deals with the law has important advice for you today.
s**t. She instantly startled and looked around her, expecting the boys in blue to be gunning for her right then and there. But no one was around the swank resort, except for the hot bodied Cabana boys and the families away on vacation. Good. She liked to keep it that way. Being a hard knock madam was a risky business and she'd be damned if she'd rot away in jail for it.
Settling and picking back up her magainze, Maryke took a sip of her strawberry daiquiri and continued to read.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:51 pm
Je ne veux pas retourner! Her thoughts were angry as she paddled her canoe through the ocean waves. It was time for her bridal journey, a ritual taken by a bride before they were to become devoted to one man (as what we would call prostitution was a grand tradition and honor on her island). She had been sent to see several islands and reflect on herself and her marriage before returning. The wedlock made her more than nervous. She enjoyed very much the single life. She was good at what she did, and it made her happy to do so.
Sliding her canoe up onto a sandy shore, she stepped out and looked around in awe. This was definately not like her island. There were people running in strange suits along the beaches, with chairs and blankets and all sorts of interesting contraptions. There were large, glass towers that she had never seen before. Where was she? Setting her canoe in a safe place, she ventured up the sand and onto a veranda, looking around in awe as if she'd never seen a place like this before (which was the truth).
Hello, new world?
(the french says 'I don't want to return')
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:59 pm
Maryke waved a strand of curly brown hair out of her eyes as she read the very interesting article on eating disorders and VDs being correlated to packaged foods. The things people come up with nowadays. She sighed and finally folded the magazine and plopped it on the table, stretching back in her seat slightly as she did.
In just that one small movement something caught her eye.
"What the fu-"
"Excuse me Miss, but would you care for some more?"
Maryke quickly shifted her hazel eyes away from the strangely stressed girl and onto the one of the boys asking is she needed a refill. Hmmm to get trashed at 10 in the morning or not to get trashed at 10 in the morning....that was the question. She quickly waved him away.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 8:07 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 8:16 pm
Once the rather annoying Cabana boy left, Maryke felt her eyes drift once more to the strange girl looking like a lost little puppy. She briefly wondered if this was some little joke. The girl looked like a teenager yet she acted like she had lost sight of her mommy. Maybe this was some kind of entertainment, the ole rouse them with the pirates of the caribbeans attraction. Only with an islandy touch. So obviously this girl worked for the resort. Right?
She frowned and reached into her purse, quickl extracting the brochure the resort had given her. Scanning over it, she frowned. Nope, no island girl experience listed. So what the hell was going on here? Letting her curiosity get the past of her the madam quickly gathered up her things and walked over.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 8:27 pm
In one corner of her vision, she caught a glimpse of something. Quickly, her eyes turned from the large glass tower before her to a sight which was much easier to comprehend. It was a woman, and she was gathering up her belongings. Hmmmm. Talu turned her entire attention on the girl. Yes, she was one like the rest, but something stood out to her that she couldn't quite identify. She seemed different. Also, she was coming over. Maybe she could help Talu understand what was going on? Well, either way, she turned her body a bit so she could watch this oncoming stranger more curiously, the natural air of beauty seemingly a constant aura and arouma like that of an exotic flower.
There was something strange about this approaching woman, but only time would reveal exactly what was going on in Talu's biochemistry.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 12:30 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 6:10 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 6:49 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 7:11 pm
Talu frowned as the girl stumbled over a very awkward pronunciation of her native language. Didn't everyone speak French? Well, apparently not. Talu had known that the one man who spent time on the island had been American, and had taught her some crude english. Certainly, it needed polishing, but she could use it. Now, if only she could find someone who was good at English... or perhaps just good enough to understand. But, since the woman confronting her spoke in French, she decided to answer in it, feeling more comfortable.
"Je suis ou je suis." She answered bluntly. She was where she was. She didn't really care about going home, and she didn't have anywhere to be. Then, upon a small, awkward whim, she asked "Ou sommes nous?" A simple question, where are we? For she had no clue.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 7:32 pm
Maryke stared at her blankly for a few moments, not fully understanding what the girl was saying. She's was saying it too goddamn fast, perhaps if she could get this girl to slow her speech dow....no, that just wouldn't work. She had no idea what 'slow' was in French. Fine, she'd just have to play it cool, piece everything together.
She stared into the girl's eyes for a moment, picking up on the wonderment in them and then she guessed. "Where are we?" she asked shaking her head in confusion. "That's what you're saying?" she asked, her voice steady so that she could maybe understand. "We're in the Virgin Islands....um.....you don't even know what I'm saying do you?" She said in defeat, "Got a name? Comprendre ?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 7:38 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 7:52 pm
At the familar sound of English, no matter how broken it may be, Maryke let out a loud whoop and slapped her hand against her thigh jovially. "So you DO speak English, fantastic." She said grinning widely, "Right....so Taluthe? Pretty name. I'm Maryke," she said before taking the time to pronounce each syllabul so the girl would get it. "Hey, you hungry or something? Thirsty? Uh.....Vouloir la nourriture ? "
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:00 pm
"Maryke." She parrotted back, a small contented smile on her face. This Maryke was strange. Hehe, funny girl. But she kept her giggles to herself, listening with her head slightly cocked to one side. At the sound of food, she made a face, but then thought for a moment, then said, off-handedly. "I do have thirst..."
And yes, she really WAS in the VERY primitive stages of English, as made obvious by her English translation of 'j'ai soif'.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
