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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:21 pm
Charlot had finished all his important work for the evening and was contenting himself with wandering the lands around the Circus grounds. Gaia was turning out to be a very green place full of interesting paths and fields. He spotted a river a few feet ahead and made for it, curious to see how big it was. Maybe he could go for a swim.
He'd left his coat and hat back in Ankita's trailor. It was warm enough outside that he hardly needed it, anyway. That meant he didn't have his smokes, but he could go without for now. He stepped up to the edge of the water, gazing out across to judge the distance around. It was a pretty decent sized lake.
"Hmm.."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:24 pm
Hadrian once more lay at the bottom of the lake, ankles bound by the same soggy length of rope. His arms were hanging limply at his sides, however. He was far too absorbed in his thoughts...
...thoughts that he would relay to no one else...
...to pay much attention to anything but his counting.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:33 pm
Charlot noticed a few bubbles and blinked, crouching down to get a better look into the water. How odd...
"What'sis..." He tilted his head, seeing the figure of a person under there. They didn't look like they were moving at all. Had someone come out here to swim too and drowned?! He grimaced, darting up to his feet. After discarding his shoes he leapt into the water and down to the figure.
An arm snaked it's way around Hadrian's midsection, allowing him to carry Hadrian up and toss him onto the shore.
"'EY?!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:41 pm
Hadrian was abruptly torn from his thought processes (a rather depressing thing, that)...or so he thought? Maybe not. He was probably just imagining th--
He gave a hacking cough, the result of water being blown up his nose as he was pulled.
An extreme bout of confusion came over him, and his eyes opened ever so slightly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:50 pm
Charlot was leaning over him, wondering if he was going to cough up the water and breath or not. He didn't want him to die or anything.. no matter how much it might suck for him at the circus right now.
He'd seen someone pull a body from the water before. They'd been able to bring them back by pressing on thier chest and blowing air through thier mouth to force it back out. It had looked simple to him.
Charlot frowned a little as he shifted over, placing a hand onto Hadrian's chest. His other hand moved to hold Hadrian's nose as he leaned over and placed his lips across the 'drowning mans' and breathed.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:53 pm
SWEETMOTHEROFGOD.
Well, Hadrian was certainly fully conscious now. He gave a strangled cry, eyes shooting open, and threw himself backward, as far away from Charlot as he could manage. His face turned an absurd shade of red and he immediately began untying his bind in a flurry of nervous, trembling, embarrassed movement.
Oh, sweet Jesus, nononononono...
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:59 pm
Charlot yelped, falling backwards onto his a**. He hadn't expected that to work THAT good. He blinked, looking toward him.
"Y'alright? Y'were drownin'... Th'ell is goin' on?" He stood up, ringing his shirt out before slicking his hair back. He'd gotten a swim after all.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:05 pm
Speak intelligently.
"Nggh..."
Well, it was a start.
"No...I am...I was okay." He paused for a second and then shook his head, grimacing.
"Practicing." He was finally able to untie his ankles and stopped for a second, breathing a bit heavily. It was then he happened to look down. He let out another cry and lunged for his shirt on the bank, pulling it over his head.
He'd thought ahead this time. It wasn't white.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:15 pm
"Y'sure...?" Charlot raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior, wandering over toward him. "Y'mean y'weren't drowning? That was... practice?" He frowned at himself, then began to laugh. "Oh, well... I'm sorry- Oi thought'che was drownin."
He crouched down beside him. "No 'ard feelins' Oi 'ope..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:19 pm
Oh, Hell no!
"Nah," Hadrian was finally able to compose himself to some small extent, face flushing to a dull pink, "No hard feelings. Thanks for...ah...'saving my life'." He added airquotes to that statement, and then cleared his throat. He shoved the rope back in his soggy pants' pocket and leaned forward on his knees.
Time for a subject change.
"Why'd you come all the way out here?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:26 pm
"It's th'first lake I seen from the main camp-" He gestured with a thumb back toward the Circus. "Oi was thinkin' about takin' a swim."
He sniffed, looking back toward the water. "S'you get further w'olden your breath?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:29 pm
"A little bit," Hadrian nodded and looked to the lake. His heart still pounded and he had to suppress the urge to jump Charlot.
"First you take my fancy tree, and now my fancy lake. Geez," he snorted and shook his head at himself.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:41 pm
"Yeah, th'nerve o'me." Charlot replied, shaking his head with a grin. "Y'jus keep takin' all the good bit'sa nature, don'tcha? I'll 'ave to suffer w'some other lake nearby... maybe find meself a tree."
He smirked, glancing back at Hadrian. "Don't let me ruin y'practice- Oi 'magine it takes a bit more work to 'old y'breath than it does to juggle sharp pointy objects."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:44 pm
Hadrian laughed.
"Not at all. It's a genetic quirk, not a learned skill, just like these," he wiggled his partially-webbed fingers, "and, by all means, use my fancy lake." He motioned toward the water.
''...just...watch out for the promiscuous little fishes." He shuddered slightly.
He also refused to believe that any part of him wanted Charlot to get in the damned lake just so he'd take his shirt off.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 5:27 pm
"..'miscuous fish?" One eyebrow rose, glancing at the lake. Weird. "Oi'll be sure to, thanks."
He stood back up, stretching his hands over his head. "Oi think I'll get that swim in, before it rains an' makes it pointless."
Charlot glanced around the bank area, spoting a tree with a low hanging branch. He wandered over to it, undoing his shirt and hanging it there to dry. He couldn't put his pants up there, because that's pretty much all he had left on.. and well, promiscuous fish and all...
"Y'like 'ot or cold water better, 'Adrian?" Charlot asked as he walked to the waters edge, peering down at the bits of rock and twigs. He carefully made his way in, waiting for an answer before he just up and dissapeared underwater.
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