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 Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:16 am
This is a privet RP between Nick and Jago on the island. If you like to join in, please PM Gallen Storm
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:37 am
(or I can start)
It was evening, the sun was setting and the village was starting to cool off from the hot day. Jago, who had slept most the day enjoying the fresh new bed, something he had never slept on his entire life, had finally gotten up. It had been 2 days since he was brought her and injected with the strange black liquid by that child molester of a Doctor. At least that was what he preserved Moreau as, since no kind hearted person would by a child from the black market except for such horrible things.
As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes he soon felt his stomach growl. He was use to being hungry, but this was a really deep growl one that demanded immediate nourishment. As Jago’s dirty bare feet touched the soft carpet of his duplex, he noted how nice the room was. He had never lived in such luqery, which made him even more suspicious of the Doctor. "Guy is probably some Mike Jackson." he thought. Even ion the slums of Brazil people knew of the ones great pop ideal turned molester.
His stomach growled again as Jago started to make his way to eth door and out of his Duplex, only to be greeted by the scenery of the village and the surrounding jungle. Where the hell was he?
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:54 am
Nicholas was sat up, legs crossed, against on of the trees just on the outskirts of the village, sound asleep. He muttered every now and then with only the occasional audible and nonsensical string of words. By the looks of things, he’d been there for quite some time. Numerous papers, pencils, and pens with scattered erratically around him in the surrounding grass and foliage.
And it also looked like he had intended to be there the whole day, as there where also some crisp packets at his feet, his Saxophone case was propped up against the tree also. He was still holding the brush he’d been using, however the paint on it had dried and it was now firmly stuck the paper he’d been using.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 9:42 am
Jago walked through the village looking around, it seemed like everyone was out. As his feet brushed through eth moist soil he felt a shard pain from the soul of his foot. He jumped up and cussed "god ******** damn it". He fell flat on his rear and held his hurt foot. It was not serious but what ever poked him hurt. He looked up and around trying to find the culprit of his injury, spoting a Pencil, broken, laying in the grass. He crawled over to it and picked it up finding another right next to it. As he picked that one up he noticed the large black case leaning against the tree. “Ohhh something that might be worth a pretty penny”, he thought. Little did he notice Nick resting on the opposite side of the tree as he approached quietly to try and retrieve the large prize.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 9:55 am
“Urgh…not again” He though, as his eyes slowly opened “How long was I out this time?”
Judging by the orange and now darkening sky, he’d been asleep all day. He stretched his limps all at once, his legs where particularly numb, but most of his body always was after napping.
”Guess I’ll be stuck awake all night again” he though as he scratched the hair on the back of his head, which now had a few bits of bark in it.
He signed heavily as he started to pick up his things, somehow it has escaped him how messy everything (And far away from him) things had gotten while he was working.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:04 am
Jago heard the stirring as he stealthily pulled the Saxophone case away and tried to sneak of, only to be thwarted by another p***s in the grass stabbing his bare ******** HELL!" he shouted as he fell on his rear dropping eth case and holding his once more injured foot. "God damn ******** pencils!!!" scream
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:20 am
“Ahhh!” he shouted, at Jagos sudden outburst. He clumsily fell forward and dropped everything he was holding.
“Who’s there?” he looked around the side of the tree on all fours, ad his legs where still too seized for him to get up. He completely ignored the now fallen over case and started picking up more of the pencils.
“How the hell did they get all the way over here?” he looked up at Jago, realized his stepped on one of the pencils.
“Oh...er…sorry” he half mumbled while trying to avoid eye contact.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:48 am
Jago glared at the 18 year old boy, This was the guy who owned all these pencils...and probably the black case. He rubbed his foot as he watched the young man. To Nick Jago seemed to be a 13 year old boy, dark skin, and very dirty. His clothes where torn up and it seemed that he was not barefoot by choice but that he had never owned a pair of shoe sin his life. along with his filthy attire he also smelled as is he had not had a bath for a few months.
Jago soon let go of his foot and stood up towering over Nick as he watched him pick up his art tools.
"yhea you should be ******** sorry, that hurt a**. What the hell you doing out here with all these things scattered around?" His foot was smack dab on top of two of nick pens.
He noted how lose the clothes Nick wore where, which was kind of odd, but he figured it must have been some new rich person style.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:02 am
“I know, I know” he muttered, still staring at the ground searching through the taller sections of grass if anything else had managed to get away. “When i get really busy I kind of loose track of things and time, and I guess I dosed off again”
He lent back and started kneeing down. “ I think that’s all of them” He said as he quickly glanced around behind him. “Just where that lime and that brown one?” he added before noticing Jago was standing on them.
“Er. D-do you mind? Your stand on my stuff” as he reluctantly reached his hand out for them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:15 am
"Uh yhea, an apology would be nice." he picked them up with his toes and grabbed hem with his hand. "if not I guess I will be keeping them." Jago watched the young man try and get back his two color pencils.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:34 am
“Okay okay” it was becoming apparent he was getting annoyed now “I’m sorry err… Sorry again but I don’t know your name” he said as he tried to snatch the pencils of Jagos hands before he could reconsider.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:45 am
Jago leaped back holding the pencils and grinning. "uh uh, I think I like these, I may keep them." he grinned as he slide them into the pocket of his tattered shorts. He was quiet a rat, even though the changes had yet to start.
He soon back to the tree and smiled at Nick. soon he was up the tree and in the branches.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 12:05 pm
Heading out for a bit, Gameing in rl today
will post later ok. this is a good start!!!
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 12:06 pm
“You’re just doing this to annoy me now!” he hissed, as he instinctively bared his now elongated front teeth. “You realize you can’t stay up there forever”
He sat back down in the grass, with a smirk now across his face. “I already slept, I could be up all night” Though, in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help feel how stupid he was being, it was kind of pointless stay outside all night just for two pencils.
OOC: Now you be the perfect moment for another islander to show up and ask what the hell is going on XD
Another thing I forgot if Nicholas is at 25%, he'd be wearing his belled cat collar. 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 5:25 pm
"I can wait" Jago made himself comfortable in the tree branches, grinning down at the young man, noting the cat colure with bell. "So what’s up with the colure amigo, someone own you little kitty?" Jago smirked as he twirled the pencils in his hand as the sun slowly set.
OOC: I agree, but who?
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