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 Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 12:43 pm
The open window to the beach caused a nice breeze to blow through his spiked bangs, pale skin tinted red in the heat this island seemed perpetually in. Smokey silver eyes looked up from the book that was clutched in one hand, elbow resting on his raised knee. Duke Raphael was seated in one of the ground floor window seats, one leg dangling languidly off the seat, the other propped on the opposite window ledge, book resting on the knee. Angular features were turned out to the beach were some of the other people on this god forsaken island were mucking around. Duke sighed. Oh to be out there with them, building sand castles and playing in the waves. Duke placed down his book, one he had been studying in college before he was kicked out onto the streets. It was the story of 'Dorien Grey', the man with his portrait in the attic that granted him eternal life, the image in the portrait growing older rather then him. Slotting his bookmark into the pages, he stretched, feline like, in the window seat, enjoying the sunlight and warmth for once.
Duke wasn't one for sunlight usually. He considered whether it was because of that strange injection the ginger haired man had given him was the cause of it. He had grown a fondness of sitting, happily, in the sunlight filtering through the windows, and was starting to notice that he was no longer able to sleep of an evening, instead taking naps during the day when the feeling struck him. Tapping his foot on the floor a few times, Duke yawned. A hand rested on his pendant, a dragon rampart known as the Whitby Worm. He liked the story behind the myth, and being Anglo-Latin, he quite liked the myths of the country. His Italian roots weren't that obvious, other then the fact he sometimes used the Italian words for yes, no, bye and, most of the time, the swear words, and he also had a liking for good food. His sister had always been good at cooking. She had loved it, but as her body got weaker, she had had to stop cooking for the two of them, and any other orphan that had come into their rooms. Looking out the window, smokey silver eyes gleaming a little with the unshed tears, he picked up his book by the spine and flipped through the pages. So close to finishing, but he felt the need to go out, go into the outside world and sit somewhere else. He didn't want to be stuck inside any more.
Pulling himself out of the window seat, straightening his flaming shirt and long sleeve top underneath, brushing down his trousers, albeit the fact there was nothing on them, he started the walk out into the sunshine. His wrist bands itched a little, and Duke lifted his hand and re-positioned the sweatbands to a more comfortable place. Pushing open the door to the duplexes, he made his way down to the beach, avoiding the others and sitting down in a small dip, legs crossed, not too far from the jungle so he could disappear quickly if someone came too close. He was quick, and unless it was the cheetah woman, he would probably be able to outrun anyone. Opening his book again, he started to read, a small smile playing around his calm, serene face, a very uncommon sight on the Anglo-Latin male.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 1:16 pm
Morgaine was also in the mood for a good book next to the beach. Today was another bright sunny day on the island and it just seemed to call to her. So she quickly got up and dressed for the occasion. Sheading her pj's she quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and then a nice short sleeved shirt over her head. She went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, combed her hair and then fixed it. By fixing ment putting in a headband to keep her now short, dyed hair out of her face.
Heading towards the door she slipped her sandals on her feet grabbed her book and a small basket and headed out. Her first stop was to the cafeteria to pick up some fruits and some drinks. Since she'd been on the island her appetite for fruit and veggies had increased and the want of meat had decreased. Smiling as she finished filling her basket she headed down towards the beach. As she neared she noticed a group of people and then some distance off a lone figure reading. A quick thought lead her to go towards the lone figure.
Getting closer she couldn't help but notice how young the man looked. Taking a deep breath she stepped closer and cleared her throat. "Hello, mind if I join you?" She held out her book indicating that she just wanted to sit near and read. "I also brought some snacks and drinks." She tilted her head towards the basket.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 2:05 pm
Gallen was lying in a lounge chair, a comic book over his face, half asleep as the two came by. Since he had been kidnapped by the goons who worked for the good doctor, he had been going over and over how to get near the red head SOB and make him hurt. For years Gallen and his radio show had attacked the Doctor and his company and in pursuit to avenge his lost sister and dead parents.
Gallen heard the two and stirred a little, lifting the comic off his face and looking. He was a short young man of 23, with short blond hair combed back and spiked in the front. He wore a white form fitting t-shirt green cargo pants and chucks, a silver pendent of an eagle in-flight hung around his neck. His green eyes followed the two as they approached. Soon he was back to reading his Batman comic. His arm aced a little still form the injection he had received a few days back.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 4:31 pm
Dai liked swimming. It made her feel light and free, and gave her that kind of loose rein that she couldn't have on land. Dressing a high-cut, very modest one-peice, she splashed and propelled herself forward with her arms, making sure to stay close to shore. Her long black hair pooled around her like an octopi's tentacles, long and coming out in fat, sticky clumps as the sun dried up the water in her hair. The sun was marvellous today, making the water warm, like a heated pool. If only she had someone to help her with her 'hydrotherapy'... But that would be asking for too much. The good doctor had already provided her with an island retreat with nice, albiet strange-looking people, and she didn't want to harrass him too much if all she wanted was someone to splash water on. Dai's hair was plastered to her forehead, and the top of her head was quickly drying up, leaving it crispy and starchy from all the sea salt. Time for another dive. Taking the goggles around her neack, she fussed with them until they stuck around her eyes with little sticky pops. The water on the other side of the beach must be nice and cool, with all those palm trees. And she could see tiny, colorful little specks that signified people. Dai longed for a good conversation, and they probably wouldn't mind if she stayed in the water. She'd come back for her wheelchair later. Flopping on her back and moving herself foreward with large strokes of her arms, she headed towards the beach.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 5:32 pm
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 4:16 am
Duke's dark eyebrow riased a little at the female voice that penetrated his calm, fingers moving quickly to replace the bookmark and raise his eyes to the girl. She was older then he by some margin, and her hair was a livid purple that hurt his eyes it was so shiny. She was dressed for summer, much unlike himself, and seemed happy that she was disturbing someone's privacy. He sighed. He knew from the look of the woman that she was not going to be one of those people that took no for an answer. Placing a hand to his forehead, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose and he calmed his insecure forebodings of this woman, he shuffled along in the dip, motioning for her to sit to one end. If she got too close, he was out of there. Luckily she was on his right side, so he could see her quite clearly, which made him a little more secure to remain seated and not just get up and go. He made a slight grunt of acknowledgement and went back to his book, leaning an elbow on the lip of the shallow basin the sand had made, stretching his long legs out, wiggling his toes in the large boots that were on his feet.
"I can't stop you from sitting here, only express my dislike for being disturbed, and hope that after today I never see you again." It was a usual Duke response, and he slowly pulled his darkened glasses out of one of the many deep pockets in his jeans, and slipped them over his eyes without moving the book once, only after the glasses were in place, when he then turned the page. His dark hair was scruffy that day, and had decided it wanted to try other places for sticking up.His bangs, as per usual, were defying gravity and sticking nearly straight up in the air, but due to the heat were starting to curve a little, actually giving Duke's face some shade from the heat. One hand rose to the pendant at his throat, nimble fingers twirling it around the digits, silvery eyes lowered to the words in the book, practically ignoring the woman that had joined him. It was fine for him, after all, small talk was something he couldn't do at all well, and he often preferred to avoid any subject that may lead a person asking about his past or generally about himself. He didn't like people. They annoyed him. They didn't understand his quiet nature and his happiness in not fitting in, but just sitting to one side and watching.
The sound of splashing up ahead made him look to the beach that was quite a long way of. There was someone in the water, but they didn't look as though they had spotted him and the... colourful... woman to his right. Stretching out his back, Duke closed his eyes, hands replacing the bookmark and setting it down at his elbow. He leaned his head back on the sand and sighed deeply. Since he had arrived, he had been more and more prone to finding areas were the sun could beat down on him and he could catch a good nap. He wondered if anyone else felt similar changes... He crossed his arms over his chest, left hand settling on the place in the crook of his right arm where he had found and injection wound. What was this place anyway?
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 7:48 am
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 7:30 pm
((sorry this took so long))
She glanced down at the teen as a sad smile swept across her face. "True you can't stop me but if my quiet company isn't welcome then I shall leave you to your self pity and moping. I was just trying to be friendly." She spoke calmly and with no hint of annoyance but maybe a touch of disappointment resounded in her words.
Turning towards the other male as he spoke she smiled a bit. "Don't worry the lad has every right to be a bit annoyed I did interupt his reading." Her voice took a slight accent similar to his, this wasn't intentional for she tended to adopt other people's accents when speaking to them. She gently bent over and sat a sandwich, some fruit, and a soda next to the teen before moving towards the other gentleman to talk. She held out her open basket to Gallen, letting him pick some snacks if he wished. "My name's Morgaine Tregarde. And it's a pleasure to meet you." She smiled again and held her hand up to her eyes as the splashing noise came to her ears.
It seemed that there was someone swimming towards them. "I guess I should have brought more snacks." She spoke to no one in particular.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 9:07 pm
*Gallen looked at what she had, uhh meat, meat, meat. ohhh apple, and some other fruits. Gallen took an apple and an orange and smiled. Oddly as he did this an curious inkling hit him to try a little meet, but he brushed it aside.*
Thank you, names Gallen Marcuss. I see you must be the snak fairy" He blushed and grinned at the bad joke he made. Looking up at the other person splashing in the water he still could not make out that it was Dai.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 8:28 am
((No worries Kit'!))
Duke raised an eyebrow at the other intruder on his silence, eyes opening and taking in the apparantly irish man's appearance. He raised a finger to his darkened glasses, smokey silver eyes peering over the top to look at the man properly. Both were older then he, and Duke was starting to feel distinctly uncomfortable. What had he said that was so rude? People didn't like you if you lied, yet if you told the truth they also found you rude and don't like you. His lip lifted in a silent snarl of indignation and he gritted his teeth, eyes narrowed on the man who named himself Gallen Marcuss. The woman looked disappointedly at Duke, which made his heart rench. It was so like the one his sister had often given him when he had refused to do something for her. The hand that had been raised to his glasses fisted just above his chest and he looked away, guilt filling his chest. And he wasn't moping! He just liked to be silently sitting away from people, alone preferably, and just chill.
"I.. I'm sorry Miss. I... didn't mean any harm..." Duke scrunched his eyes up, hating having to apologise for simply telling the truth, though he could understand how his comment was rude in many ways. He just... liked his own company. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't get on with people. Whenever he had made a friend, it was usually for something in his life back on the main land. A shudder went up his spine as he remembered one of the boys from the orphanage, but he pushed the memories of that grinning face back where they belonged, deep down in the crevaces of his mind where no one could reach them. As she spoke to Gallen, his listened to her name, attempting to make head from tail over how to say it. Morgaine? It was a very very strange name, though he didn't really have much right to talk about strange names, after all, Duke Raphael isn't your usual name. He watched as she placed some of the snacks she had brought with her next to him and a small smile pulled at his lips as he slowly pulled the sunglasses off and set them to the side with his book and picked up the soda and uncapped it, taking a swig and making a face at the strong cherry flavour.
"I'm afraid I'm not a very... people person." He muttered in thanks, letting a small smile grace his scarred face for a moment before blushing and turning his face away, inspecting the bottle, finger running over the ingredients. "I'm... Duke. Duke Raphael. Arrived a few days ago, haven't really spoken to very many people... If I'm honest you two are the first."
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 10:40 am
Gallen smiled as he looked at they young man.
"ahh so he can be nice, I knew the lad had it in him. Hey don worry, we are all new here so some one who already has problems with people, I can understand would most likely be climbing the walls here."
Gallen held out his hand with a smile,
"Names Gallen Marcuss, and as you already figured I am some what of a teaser. No harm done I hope, if I do not like ye, I then just ignore ya. I see your a sci fi fan, same here."
He held up his copy of Dune which he was reading.
"Interesting book I say, still can not see wha everyone thinks so boring about it. Have you ever read the Lord of The Rings or Journey to the West?"
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 11:45 am
Duke eyed the hand suspiciously, eyebrows knit in a frown, smokey eyes narrowed. He tentatively say up and took the hand, shaking it before withdrawing and looking at the cover of his book. What was the guy on? 'The Picture of Dorian Grey' was a horror more then anything. A pre-1900 that he had quite enjoyed when studying it at college. He had brought it with him simply because the story had appealed to him and he had wanted something somewhat intellectual to read in his bored moments. He amiably nodded his head a little. He did like sci-fi books, yeah, but he preferred the supernatural or crime fictions. They went well with his personality, and few people approach you when the title of your book is something like 'Blood Debts'. He laid his fingers over the copy of his book, looking up at the man, noticing he was expecting an answer.
"Lord of the Rings, yeah. Found it hard going, and I didn't like the hobbit, Frodo. Bit of a poof if you ask me. Felt sorry for Samwise having to look after him so bloody much." Duke uncapped his bottle of cherry fizz again and took a swig to hide his face a little. The strong flavour was going to his head, and the colouring in the drink was bound to give him a hyperactivity rush later. He better make sure he was away from anyone when that happened. Didn't want people to think he was actually nice. They might get ideas. Either that, or they'd act like this bloke and tease him later on. Fingering the pendant, Duke stood. He hadn't realised just how short the man was until he was standing. Duke stood a good 6'0, and he had a feeling he might grow again before he turned 20, and he began to feel bad for this small irish bloke that was actually very short now Duke came to think about it. Picking up his book and glasses, he tried to hide his blush at being taller then the older man, again feeling guilty, embarrased for the man, though he expected Gallen was used to the fact that people were taller then him. Duke pushed his darkened glasses back into place and ran his hand through his wilting black hair.
"No... no harm done." Duke muttered, looking at Morgaine, hoping she would accept his apology.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 3:06 pm
Morgaine let loose her light airy laugh. "Yeah I guess you could call me the snack fairy." She digs through the basket trying to decide on what to eat. Her blue eyes widening momentarily as she gazed on an apple. She quietly picked it up and bit into it as she continued to think upon the food issue. She finally decided on a turkey sandwich and a Coke. She glanced over to Duke as he addressed her.
She nodded gently to him as he offered up his apology and introduced himself. She hoped he took it as a I understand nod for she couldn't speak at the moment due to chewing.And before she could speak Gallen started a conversation with Duke so she continued to eat her meal. Ah more book lovers wonderful. She swallowed her food making sure nothing was in her teeth and then joined in the conversation.
" I must say I've never read Dune, but I have watched some of the mini series on the Sci-Fi channel. As for the Lord of the Rings I have yet to read it. I keep meaning too but I usually get caught up in a Mercedes Lackey book." She pointed to her own book which today happened to be The Wizard of London. " I've already read this one but it never hurts to reread a good book."
She watched as the two males unofficially had a compitetion of height. Granted they both beat her statue of five foot two. She took a small sip from her drink in hopes that the males would back down and continue the discussion of books. She loved books after all it's what had lead her to this island.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 12:22 am
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 4:20 am
Duke shook his head and brushed down his trousers before settling himself down again, this time in a proper sitting position rather then a slumped lying position. He slipped his book carefully into his large jean pocket and realigned the shirt that he was wearing, as the collar was digging into his neck. He felt uncomfortable with the two, and the Irish man was giving him a look. Was he expecting Duke to say something? Small talk really wasn't his style. Duke picked up the sandwich Morgaine had given to him, finding it to be a chicken mayo. His eyebrow raised and he tentitively bit into it, averting his face to the sea, half listening to the two's chatter. He crossed his legs and pushed himself up onto the more stable sand that was to the side of his dip he had found, and watched the waves. It was calming to listen to the sounds of the water, and Duke was starting to feel more at ease in this place. He munched away on the sandwich, reaching down and turning the orange he had been given over and over in his hand before pocketing it with the book for later. The bottle of half empty cherry fizz remained where it was. Duke didn't think it was a good idea to drink it all in such a short space of time.
"25 times huh?" Duke muttered, having not even been able to finish the book, as it had been extremely weird and he hadn't really had the patience to try and read through it. How a guy could read that book more then once was beyond him, but maybe they saw something in it that he hadn't, understood it in a way that made it more enjoyable, and everytime you read it, something new would jump out at you, like a film that you loved because you would always see something else everytime you saw it. Scratching at his scarred eye before taking another bite out of the sandwich, Duke looked at the two still standing. If they were going to pester him, the least they could do was sit, and stop making him feel so nervous. Looking around, he started to calm himself. So long as they didn't get too close to him, he actually didn't mind their company. It was a change from the usual loneliness that he made himself suffer. Perhaps he could find an 'occasional' friend in these two. Smiling to himself, he polished off the sandwich, not realising just how hungry he had been.
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