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 Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:27 pm
Alec burst into the entertainment room in a huff, stomping his muddy boots across the floor befre flinging himself onto a sofa near the tv. The punk teen had a furious frown plastered on his face as he let his face contort against the sofa cushion he was sprawled out ontop. He didn't care that he was being followed, nor did he care to respond although he knew it was Amaya. He was in a sulking mood, a culmination of the stresses building up in his system. Antony had said he could always let out his tension with her but he realized he had never had a chance to. Everything led to sex with that one. He hadn't had an outlet for his emotion ever since he arrived on the island, save for his drumkit which he admittedly had been usuaing the most out of all other therapeutic options.
Letting out an aggitated sigh, he let his arm slide off and hang loosely over the edge.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:35 pm
Amaya slowed down at the door of the entertainment room, frowning and peeking around the doorway. She looked around outside and then stepped in, closing the door behind her. The last thing Alec needed was someone else running in on him in such a mood.
Walking over to him, the iguana canted her head to the side slightly. Green eyes still watched his sprawled form, though she didn't say anything. It took her awhile to even think of something she could say.
"... Do you need another hug?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:42 pm
Alec didn't move a muscle, not even bothering to roll his head to the side to answer clearly seeing as his face was still smushed into the couch. "Mno." He answered childishly, muffled by the cushion. Even though he felt like locking himself up in his room like a kid throwing a tantrum, he was aware of who he was talking to. He stared at the floor for a moment before rolling onto his back, facing Amaya though he slung his arm over his face. "Muh." He sighed, making sure she understood he wasn't angry with anyone.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:45 pm
Amaya's tail slid behind her from side to side, the sound of it rubbing just the tip of the carpet being the only sound from her for awhile.
She knew he was more upset then angry, so she settled for sitting on the arm of the sofa. He deserved to flop all over the couch. Finally though, she broke her own silence.
"... I... know how you feel."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:53 pm
He wanted to counter with the obligatory "NO YOU DON'T!' but even the dim teen knew that wasn't true. She must have gone through all this plenty of times in the past, along with many other islanders present but it didn't make him feel any better at the moment. He remained silent, choosing not to comment on her admitting statement so soon. It wasn't like he wanted to talk about it or anything. He wasn't one of those happy-talk-open sort of guys.
"'Am so godamn bored." He eventually grunted. "'Ow d'ye keep sane 'ere? Eveh'uns so sad, i' drives a man crazeh."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:00 pm
The change of subject caught her a little off guard, but if Alec didn't want to talk about it she wasn't about to press. The girl raised a brow, propping her leg onto the arm of the chair and hugging it. Her long toes curling around the end on reflex.
"I used to sew a lot, though I can't very well anymore... I still like to try though." Amaya flexed her hands and looked at them before hugging her leg again, the other drapping lazily off the arm of the sofa. "It does get pretty boring, though. Videogames, movies, books... uh... walks?" She was seriously trying to think of something else.
Though it was less insane when you were the one sad... but the lizard wasn't about to bring that up. When you were more concerned of your own misery, time seemed to slide by doing nothing but crying.
"It does get very boring here. A lot of people have picked up extra hobbies. I know someone who gardens a lot. Ambrose fences and I sew... uhm... ********, I'm not helping." She sighed, slumping.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:06 pm
Alec patiently listened to Amaya's responses, having not really expected as much of a straight answer as she had provided. He didn't have any hobbies except for drumming and drumming had always been his life, like breathing and eating. It didn't provided an outlet and some good ol' fun though.
Suddenly a wide grin began to spread across his face, masked partially by his arm that was still covering his face until he made an effort to move it. "You said fook." He then started to laugh.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:09 pm
And then he started laughing.
Amaya raised a brow and stared at him, then started laughing too. "Yeah, guess you've never heard me curse before." She smirked, then blinked as something occured to her.
"... Hey, y'know when me and Hargun would always hang out we would try and find the cameras, then make faces at them." Her smirk broadened.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:15 pm
"Tha righ'?" Alec smirked, his past upset seeming to slip from his mind entirely. This new idea of course caused the teen to sit up on the couch and immediately begin searching for the cameras that were inevitably set up across the room they were in. He silently wondered if people actually CARED to watch every second of their lives.
"Where aw' they?" He grinned wider, starting to snicker as he propped himself up onto his knees and draped his top half over the back of the sofa.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:17 pm
"I'm not sure, they hide them pretty well." The teen got up and looked around. "They might be in the TV, or in some of the corners of the rooms... Maybe in the bookshelf?" She leaned over, staring at the blank TV screen.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:23 pm
Alec glanced behind him at the tv, narrowing his eyes like he had the capacity to actually plot against. Sure enough, the irish boy slid off the furniture peice and slunk over to the tv that had previously had a wonderful view of his plaid posterior until he had moved. "Uh..." Like a caption right out of Indianna Jones, he reached back and snagged the wires connecting the tv to the wall, yanking them out as he'd done before. "HA!"
Looking mighty proud of himself when he glanced at Amaya, he sprinted over and leaped up onto the sofa cushions to stare at all the corners of the rooms one by one.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:25 pm
Amaya just watched him, her brow still high on her head.
... Ah, what the hell.
She stood up straight and looked around. "I dunno if we'll be able to find them, but we could always take a good guess."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:33 pm
Alec nodded and looked around while still on his perch on the cushions. He couldn't see any no matter where he looked. "They'd must be hidin n' lookin lack otheh thingehs..." He snorted and stared in silence, swinging his arms from side to side as he lazily scanned the room. "Come oooooout" He called out, beginning to bounce on the sofa like a disobedient child would on their parent's bed.
The teen whistled absent-mindedly before giving up and choosing a random corner of the room easier seen from his vantage point. "Oveh theh'?" He flopped his arm in the chosen direction and waited for somesort of confirmation. "A' bet i' is."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:35 pm
"Could be, sure." The reptile said, walking over to him. "You'd think the cameras would be in the corners, yeah. Since that seemed like the best vantage point for them."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:47 pm
Alec continued to stare at that one particular corner he'd found, hopping away on the sofa. "Aaaaay bastehds! Aaaaay!" He started to laugh again, waving first to the supposed 'camera'
"Ye motheh's a sorreh sow from Wales!!!" The teen stuck out his tongue, excentuating the gesture by pulling down the edges of his mouth into an elongated frown. He couldn't care less what insults he was manufacturing, it was fun. He used to do this sort of shindig whenever a camera was in sight back home.
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