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Post by Clannibal on Sept 20, 2015 17:44:00 GMT -5
◄ Taya seemed to be the only survivor. At least, it felt that way. She had wandered through the jungle, having had been gripped by sheer terror which manifested into panic. She had never run so fast before. When she had come to in the plane, still buckled to her seat, she had taken to hyperventilation. When unbuckling herself in her haste, she had tumbled down a few rows of seats before gaining balance in the tilted plane. After she had managed to crawl through the wreckage and unto the clearing, she imagined the plane exploding and the thought had her lose all rationality. So, she had escaped into the safety of the trees.
She didn't think she was lost. She really hadn't gone far when she stumbled across this lovely place. It was a lagoon, with clear, freezing cold water. She sat at a small overhang for the longest time trying to come to her senses, curling into the fetal position as the tears poured down her face. The water was calm and the ambiance was enough to eventually soothe her. It probably took hours. The sun was starting to go down. Another hour, and it would be night. Still, she wasn't feeling her spunky self and didn't want to go back to that place just yet. She couldn't bear to learn that she was the only survivor. If not, well, hopefully she'd find that out soon enough.
She realized suddenly and all at once how tired, injured, and famished she was. Her throat felt drier than deserts. She finally decided moving around could be a good idea. She left the overlook and crawled down to a shoreline that was level with the water, where she dipped her aching, twisted wrist into the freezing depths. It hurt like crap for a few seconds, before calming down. After a few moments, she couldn't stop herself from planting her face in the water to have a drink. She sucked it in so fast that she lifted her head in a loud coughing fit, the sound of it echoing around the rocks and the trees.
This was going to be the end, wasn't it? Better to die somewhere peaceful.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2015 20:26:50 GMT -5
Planes didn't crash. He didn't know why they didn't or how they stayed up in the first place even but he knew that they weren't supposed to crash down somewhere in the pacific while he was in them. At the very least they were supposed to happen on the news- displayed up on the tv as he drank down a long neck with pals which he would barely pay attention to because who actually watched the news anyways? So when the plane went down he had been in a bit of denial. He'd been lucky to come out of the crash mostly unharmed, leaving him to believe that he was stuck in some fucked up dream and none of it was happening. The reality was that he wasn't a very vivid dreamer so that was so far out of the question it wasn't even funny.
What was even less funny was the fact that he had lost his shoes. Yes, he was one of the assholes that took their shoes off during the flight whether his feet stank or not. So when the plane went down while he slept his shoes went flying away from him. He spent some time looking for them but had eventually given up. So as he walked through the forest the bottom of his feet felt and looked like they had gotten into a fight with a cheese grater.
Thankfully though he hadn't been completely out of his head when he had left that plane. Logan wasn't about to walk out of that plane empty-handed. So he sifted through the suitcases that littered the plan around him mindful of the dead bodies he had to step over to do so. The front end of the plane was mostly destroyed, but he picked through the carts and cabinets, pulling out a few bottles and cans of various travel-sized drinks and a bag of peanuts before tossing them in his back. He grabbed an extra shirt or two that had left a suitcase that had exploded, some pants and socks to add to his collection but he couldn't find any shoes lying around that would fit him... and he wasn't about to stoop so low as to steal someone's shoes right off their cold feet. The last thing he took was a palm sized piece of metal jutting from the pilot's door that he was able to pull free. Then he would take his leave, quickly and quietly moving away from the others into the trees before their shock gave way to his gain and he was forced to share what he'd grabbed.
Each step he took hurt, but he kept going further into the jungle. His hopes was that this wasn't an island and that they really were just off the beaten path from some fancy resort. Who knows, maybe they would take pity on him and he could relax in the arms of some busty señorita while they got in contact with whoever they would contact to get everyone home. He, on the other hand, would probably stay there and make wherever he landed his new home for a year or two. Sadly, fate was not on his side. There was no resort... so there went that fantasy.
He was about to uncap one of the mini bottles of Jack Daniels when he spotted the watering hole. That would do a lot better for him then any whiskey at this point. He hobbled over, putting his feet in the icy water and letting out a hissing breath of gratitude to whatever deity decided to put this in his path. As the pain in his feet faded though he would notice he was not alone. Some girl had her head in the water... which was definitely a strange sight.
"Umm..." he started, cocking his head to the side, "Hello?"
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 23, 2015 9:55:55 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya The coughing had finally stopped, and at least shebhad water in her now. Still, the misery ran soul-deep. She dunked her head back into the water, this time to wash off her face. It felt nice. So freezing cold.
A voice close by startled her. She almost leapt into the water, but managed to twist around and regain balance. There was a man here with her now. It was a glorious sight. After a moment, she just smiled open-mouthed.
"So I'm not the only survivor," she said quietly and chuckled. She wiped her face off with her hands and stood up, walking to Logan to be closer to another human being.
She noticed then thatbhe was drinking, and that he didn't seem to emotionally disturbed, like she was. In fact, he seemed right at home here. The thought of that was kind of refreshing.
"I'm Taya. Hi. I'm glad you found me. I...thought everyone was dead."
Subconsciously, she rubbed at her aching wrist, which must've been sprained in the crash. The top half of her blue blouse was soaked. But life had come back to her features. She wasn't sure, but she thought she might cry any second now.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 14:48:49 GMT -5
This girl seemed seriously upset... did he have time to deal with this? Yeah... yeah... why not? It took every ounce of maturity in him not to mention the fact that her clothes clung to the way that they did covered in water. Instead he decided to just give her what could pass for a reassuring smile. The girl didn't need him being an asshole right now. He thought he could manage that, if only for a second.
He would force himself to stand up and move his feet out of the water as she came closer, doing a quick little hobble-step so that he was facing her direction. Then he would flash his pearly whites at her, tugging at his shirt as if to make sure he was- in fact- alive. "Looks to be that way, don't it?" he would comment casual at her realization that she wasn't the only one alive. "In fact, I think there might be others back towards the crash site if you are hoping for company."
Again he managed to reel in his attitude, holding up his hands almost in some sort of half-assed apology. "I'm Logan. I'm not usually an ass I... okay- that's a lie. I'm generally an asshole but you seem distressed and.." he paused, running his fingers through his hair as he looked over her face. This girl looked about ready to burst into tears. That he was sure he couldn't handle. He glanced down at the little bottle of jack in his hand, barely holding back the whine in the back of his head as he slowly held it out for her.
"This will help," he said, giving her a bit of a smile. "Take it, its yours, yeah? But... I'm going to stick my feet back in the water now. You're welcome to join me?" He would painfully wiggle his toes, drawing attention to his bruised and bloody feet before going back to the place he had been sitting, putting his feet back in the water and breathing out a freshly relieved sigh.
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 23, 2015 19:39:40 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya This whole thing was beyond her. They seemed to be having a normal conversation, mostly, and intuitively she sensed the unease in this guy. Her distress made him uncomfortable. It made her confused.
"Why wouldn't I be distressed?" she asked him pointedly, furrowing her brows while reaching out to take the drink he was offering. Like hell she was going to say no. Still, she didn't want to be greedy. She took a small sip and left plenty more, handing it back to him. It burned in her throat. A nice familiar feeling. She had always been a hard whiskey girl.
Maybe this wouldn't be that bad. They would get rescued soon right?
Also, he talked of here being of others that survived. Suddenly things weren't as scary. She wiped at her flushed face again and her jaw went crooked as she chewed inside her mouth thoughtfully.
He called himself and ass and found that funny. A guy who knew he was an ass?
"I didn't know an ass knew he was an ass," she smiled as she let her eyes rove about him. He seemed to be around her age. She was silent as he helped himself back into the water. He said she was welcome to join him.
"As if I'm going to leave behind the guy with the stash of booze." She walked over and settled herself next to him, drawing her legs to her chest in a fetal type position. She stated at him, not even noticing the state of his feet yet.
"Um, shouldn't you be 'distressed' too? I mean, we just survived a horrific plane crash. Didn't you see the bodies?" Her eyes looked into his intently. She wasn't sure what he was going to say. Maybe she was expecting too much. Some sort of god-like revalation that he had things under control?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 20:46:32 GMT -5
Had he said something funny? Apparently he had. It wasn't surprising- he felt like he was a fairly funny guy; be it looks or personality. Still, he was just grateful that his words seemed to have some effect. Though maybe she was just such a light weight that she was on the level of alcohol intolerant. Especially since she only took a sip from the tiny bottle.
"Come on, knock it back," he said, shaking his head a bit. "I didn't give it to you so you could tease me with it." His words were light hearted in nature, the smile not leaving his lips as he leaned back on his elbows. He was just grateful that he could be off his feet, even if he was sharing his booze. That didn't really bother him all that much though- she looked like she needed it more than he did.
He awkwardly craned forwards, dipping his hand in the chilly waters to wet it before wiping some of the water across the back of his neck. It helped cool the rest of him down a bit considering things. He did let out a bit of a chuckle when she commented on his... commenting of him being an ass. "Well yeah? I'm a dick not an idiot. Someone tells you enough you kind of get the memo, you know?" He shook his head, letting out a bit of a sigh before sitting up to be at eye level with her.
That was when she asked about his reaction to the crash. He thought about that for a moment before tossing his shoulders a bit. He had essentially lived like a homeless man for the past four years. He hadn't seen nearly as much death as he had in the crash... but he was desensitized by his experiences to the shock he probably should be feeling. He didn't really understand that though. He just knew that he wasn't as distressed as everyone else. So a toss of the shoulders would have to do... right?
No. Probably not. She seemed intent on him having all the answers.
"I guess I'm just used to getting handed the shit end of the stick on things," he said, though he didn't seem to disheartened by this shared information. "Live like I do for a few years and the stains from the shit life throws at ya kind of just blend in with all the other stains... you know?" He looked away from her then across the lagoon. The cold was starting to get to his feet though and he would pull them out, inching back so that his legs could rest comfortably without touching the surface. The blood had washed away leaving them a swollen reddish color. Some of the cuts had gotten past the callouses he already had and blisters had formed in new places. Maybe he should go back and steal some shoes from a dead guy? At this point he was really contemplating it.
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 24, 2015 16:49:06 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya Taya eyed him with a small, mischievous smile, before she gladly snatched the drink back and did as she was told. She finished the rest in one swig, letting out a heavy "ahhh" afterwards. As she wiped her lips with the back of a hand, she nodded as a signal of her gratitude. Maybe the drink would help calm her down.
She said nothing to his reasons for knowing he was a dick. It was also funny and she hummed her feelings in a quick 'hmm'. So far, the impression she got from him was not that he was an assdick, just a little rough around his vulgar edges. Kind of like those moonstones you see in gift shops with the ugly ridged outside and the smooth, polished colored granite inside. She'd always laughed at the price of those souvenirs. They were a dime a dozen, yet a lover would pay fifty for a big one in hopes to vex another. An old boyfriend had gotten her one, once.
Starting to relax, already, she let go of her shapely legs to slip them into the water as well. She wished she had worn capris or something, the rocks were cold and jutting into her exposed thighs thanks to her denim shorts. He didn't really seem concerned about the crash, after all. His next bit of explanation confirmed it. It sounded sad, really. She looked down at his feet soaking in the water and then noticed finally that they were in bad shape. Suddenly she felt bad for taking the drink he'd offered. Obviously he needed it more.
Taya decided on a whim, an instant, that she liked this Logan guy.
"Well, would you have rather died in that plane? That was the shittiest end of the stick. Maybe you're moving up in the stick-ranks now."
She leaned into him for a moment and made an embellished sniffing nose, turned her nose up. "As shit-stained as you say you are, at least you don't smell like it," was her attempt at a light joke. "Thanks for the drink. That was such a dick thing to do.". Sarcasm, of course.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 17:19:48 GMT -5
"There we go!" his encouraging words came out as she took down the whiskey. His hopes were that it would help relieve the anxiety from the crash. Though alcohol or not she was funny- he would give her that. It wasn't hard to make him smile- but not instantly annoying him took skill.
The image of him playing tug of war with some shit-plastered stick came to mind. As the image of him grabbing hold of the middle of the stick, triumphantly dragging whatever force into the shit pit between them, leaving him slightly more victorious than he was before made him smile. The conversation/daydream faded away, leaving him to nod his head. He was satisfied with whatever else came to mind. "Guess you're right about that," he would say finally. He would be caught off guard by the comment on his smell, a sputtering laugh leaving him as he sprawled out on his back.
"I do my best," he'd say to her after a small bout of chuckling, rolling over on his side and leaning on his elbow. "I have to keep up appearances, after all. What good would it do if I were to go all soft now, yeah?" He watched her for a moment, trying to picture her in her element. Sadly he knew that if this was any other time- preferably one with a bar with a few drinks in them- he would be the guy coming up to her with some sleazy cliche one-liner, offering to pay for a drink or two as he lured her to some hotel room for the night. In other words; the girl was pretty.
But despite all of his flaws, Logan wasn't the kind of guy to take advantage of a situation... even if he thought it would work on her and he had any kind of desire to do something like that now. Despite his apparent grip over his emotions he was, actually, stressed. The stress just hadn't quite hit him like it did the others yet. He would allow himself to feel the panic when no one else was around as the last thing that went through his mind, making it very difficult for him to fall asleep. Right now though he had to save face.
"So what made you run off?" he asked, his brow raising. "You seemed pretty relieved to see someone else... why not wait to see the others popping outa the plane?"
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 25, 2015 15:03:33 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya The panic was long gone now as Taya and Logan seemed to take turns laughing at each other. His laugh was kind of contagious, but maybe it was under these circumstances. She did seem to laugh more when she was stressed. She still enjoyed the sight of him leaning backwards to laugh at her.
He mentioned being 'soft' was of no use to him now, and the comment made sense in the here and now, but under any other circumstances she'd call it a red flag. Guys didn't need to be anything, right? Just like a woman didn't have to cry a lot and push out babies after marriage. He was trying too hard, maybe. In the end we couldn't surpass our biological makeup, and maybe Logan wasn't as carefree as first impressions had it. She understood all too well.
In fact, he then asked her why she was out here. And why she was so taken to him upon his arrival. Inwardly Taya's first thought was of how obvious it should be that she was happy to see someone else alive. But maybe it was true that men could be dense. She'd seen dense guys before. But, this thinking brought her back to her previous one; there were no stereotypes that were fair.
"I was terrified. I panicked. Not like me, but, y'know, new situation," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. If she had made it to Chili, she'd be entering a horse racing competition right about now. Her horse had been shipped a few days earlier by boat, under the care of professionals. She never dreamed the plane wasn't safe. She never imagined going through this. She thought her mothers death was the scariest thing she'd been through, but, no.
"I guess I was too stupid to think that others would live, too. As if I'm some sort of special, lucky bitch," she muttered darkly, picking up a loose stone nearby and chucking it angrily into the waters. She saw flashes of scales as fish darted away from them. "I don't know much about living on an island. I always had chickens to poop out eggs for breakfast. Do you think the rescuers will find us?"
Her eyes turned back on to him, full of anxious anticipation. She'd been thinking about it. How could they not find them, right?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2015 15:31:53 GMT -5
Tracing the stone as it splashed down into the water, he would mull over what she had to say. Lucky wasn't really the word he would use to describe any of them. He found himself sobering up for a moment, the smile fading from his face as he stared at the ripples in the water. She was asking him the hard question now. He wasn't about to bull shit her though.
"I don't know much about planes," he started, "but the front of the plane was scrap metal. If there was any kind of tracking system I think it probably was damaged. I don't know the area we crashed in. There is no way of knowing."
He glanced at her, taking in her reaction carefully. He didn't want to cause her to go back into panic-mode but he wasn't going to lie to make her feel better either. "What I do know is how to survive. Maybe not on an island, but I can fish. Make a net, a pole... hey- maybe a spear or something? I'll be like some... jungle-survival... guy-thing.. spear fishing?" he tried to lighten the mood again, giving her a small smile.
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 28, 2015 11:35:44 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya Taya couldn't say what had gotten into her. The shock, maybe. She felt she was experiencing every emotion in hyperdrive. Everything that Logan said to her echoed loudly inside her mind as she stared at his face with intensity. She was hanging on his every word. How odd, though. He sounded as though he wasn't hopeful about being found, yet she didn't let herself sink into freak out mode this time. He continued on in his response by explaining what he knew about surviving. Again, she was suddenly laughing at him as he stumbled over his words.
"Jungle survival guy-thing," she repeated, kicking a leg in the water and making a small splash. A drop of cold water made it to her face and she took a moment to wipe it away like a tear. Her head was feeling light and washed out now. The drink was taking effect, was all. "I'm sold. I'll stick with you. I can clean and prepare fish, at least. I'm a country woman. Knee deep in mud, growing up. I guess I should give myself more credit; I can mostly take care of myself. I'm just terrified right now."
She returned his light smile with one of her own. It was much more sincere this time. Between his light mood and the drink, she was calmer now. Still, she didn't feel quite right. She still felt as though she was in hyper mode. It showed as she looked to the water, staring at her rippled reflection, and suddenly scooted her butt forward until she was slipping into the Lagoon, full bodied. She didn't realize she was a combination of lightly buzzed and traumatized, but in her usual Taya manner, she was spontaneous. It helped her cope.
The lagoon was freezing and it shocked her as it engulfed her sensitive areas. For a second, she went completely under as she tried to orient herself in it. Just a split second and her toes touched bottom, lifting her back above water. She took a shivered breath as her arms sought the cliff edge she had sat on.
"I have no idea what I'm doing. But this feels amazing," she said, grinning up at him. She rested her chin on her folded arms while trying her hardest to contain her shivering. Who knew springs were so cold, even in the tropics. "Have you ever caught a fish bare-handed?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2015 14:27:41 GMT -5
Somehow he had apparently just made a friend in this woman. It took him a few moments of silent reflection to realize that this wasn't a bad thing. Not that he didn't want friends- that obviously was not what he was worried about. In fact, he wasn't worried at all. He was just a bit shocked. People didn't usually warm up to him. His mouth generally got in the way of that.
So her comment on his lame joke made him grin not unlike an idiot. As she went on to speak about her sticking around he would be no less thrilled by the idea. Out of all of the things on this island that he knew could kill him, loneliness had probably been the most terrifying. It seemed like all he needed to do now was actually catch fish and everything could be fine. Hell, people paid good money to sit on beaches all day and there was an entire island to explore now.
"Sounds good to me," he would say back, watching her slip into the crystal waters of the lagoon. That was a strange thing to do. He'd felt how cold it was with his feet earlier... she must be freezing. For a moment he let himself worry that the alcohol was effecting her judgement. She would have to be the world's greatest lightweight to have that happen. Besides! She said that it felt great. Who was he to argue with that? "Well in that case..." he would trail off, starting to tug his shirt off. There was no use in leaving himself with no dry clothes, right?
When she asked him about his fish catching he would pause with removing his jeans, thinking on it. "I mostly did lake and deep sea fishing- with lines and nets. One time though," he would say, kicking the jeans away and leaving him in only his boxers, "I went cat fishing with these two guys- reeked to all heaven these two... I was grateful for trudging around in the river with them... anyways- I went fishing with them..." He stopped for a moment, easing himself into the water before he continued, his face contorting a bit as the frigid cold reached his lower regions. "And their method of fishing was that you stuck your arm in the catfish holes... as the bait. Then when the monster fish tried to swallow your arm... well you catch the cat f-f-fish..."
His last word stammered as he found himself up to his nips in freezing water, a shaky breath leaving him. His aching feet rested under him as he simply allowed his body to float in the shallow water. He decided to take his mind off the water- which did actually feel nice despite how cold it was- by turning the conversation back to her. "What about you? You know how to clean fish.. but do you fish?"
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 28, 2015 16:41:09 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya Part of her was thinking now, quite vainly, how clothing would work now, anyway. She was the shower every morning type, couldn't stand sitting around feeling dirty. If they spent a number of days here...weeks....months.... Would she never feel clean again? eww. At least she'd found this Lagoon. She was already thinking she'd sleep here tonight. At least, if Logan wanted too. She had a feeling she'd be too scared to leave his side any time soon. And that thought was coming from a very independent girl, in normal circumstances.
She was surprised and only mildly nervous when he dropped, not only his shirt, but his pants as well, to join her in the cold water. She didn't try to hide her curious eyes from taking in the sight of his male body, now mostly exposed. Taya wasn't the type to beat around the bush. She'd been around long enough, she'd seen it all anyway. He was attractive and she was also delighted his lack of formality. A friendship seems to have formed and it felt good.
Her smile was plastered across her face, more of a mischievous one as she floated in the water and listened to him tell a story about how, yeah, he'd gone fishing with his arms. "Christ, I was kidding. But that was a serious story? I'm more than impressed. I like to think I can do all that 'boy' stuff, but I would be nervous with that one," she told him, after he finished his story. She really honestly couldn't decide if she'd stick her arm into mud holes to let fish bite them. She had heard of it once before, even seen it on tv, but never met a guy who'd done it.
Wow, I'm actually having fun and thinking about something besides the plane, was her silent thinking as she pushed herself away from the edge of the rock to walk along the bottom. A fresh wave of cold hit her. He was shivering, too, or at least his voice had indicated so. Cute.
He turned attention back to her. She followed the conversation full swing while she grabbed at her hair and tied it back - instinctive, really, as she had no hair tie to keep it up. She just held it there for a second before it fell back down at the small of her back.
"I say I know how to clean fish, but I just kind of thought about how I don't have a knife to do it with," she admitted, squinching her face in slight self-consciousness. Kind of a duh moment. She had just been trying to be carefree when she mentioned it. Of course, it wasn't like he'd instantly have a spear, either. Maybe she could fashion a sharp rock for cutting while he whipped up a spear.
"Heck yeah I fish. I love it. Mostly bass fishing, though," she responded fervently. Talking about herself was easy, in the moment. It was something familiar to keep the bad thoughts and the exhaustion at bay. She waved her arms lightly through the water around her and dipped her face in the water, up to her nose, looking at his dark eyes with thoughtfulness. Then she came back to speak again.
"You don't have shoes, huh? I saw how rough your feet are getting. Sorry, that must suck... Ok, truthful moment; the most terrifying thing about all of this is the lack of clothes. What if we are here forever? One day we're going to be nudists when our clothes crap out. Apparently that works for you, but y'know, I don't want to be raped in the middle of the night. It's a girl problem."
She meant it to be light, kind of funny conversation again, though the undertones were actually serious. She was scared of the other people, even though under normal circumstances she could handle herself aggressively if need be. What kind of people were they marooned with? Food for thought.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2015 18:32:29 GMT -5
#NakedJungleSurvivalAssDickGuyThing
Hard as it was, he would pretend not to notice her staring. Logan wasn't a very self conscious person. The only way he had survived with a personality like he had was having the self confidence to love himself and how he looked. If he did have anything he worried about it was the scars that he'd gotten over the years. Most of them had faded with the wear and tear of working hard labor, but that came with its perks too. He was well muscled from all of the hard work and had a decent tan. What wasn't there to like about him besides his.. well.. personality?
The shock on her face once he finished his story really did help him forget the cold, a chuckle rising from him. "What can I say? I'm a bit of a bad ass," he'd joke, shrugging his shoulders. He caught that mischief in her eyes too, casting back a smirk to match it. "Really though it was the two guys who did most of the work. They found the hole, prepared the net and watched for gators and snapping turtles. I was just the idiot who stuck my arm in."
He would float on top of the water then, his arms spread out over the surface as he laid out comfortably. When she mentioned his toes he would remember them, wriggling his toes unconsciously before he would glance at them. He was sure that, eventually, someone would find them here. But he figured if it came down to that they could just... hell... make something? He didn't know. But the raping part made him frown, his brow raising at her.
"Easy now," he muttered, trying not to seem as offended as he was. "No one is raping anyone." Then he would tilt his head back, staring at the sky above them and let out a bit of a sigh. He sure as shit wasn't going to sink to that level. Also, she was his friend now. Some moron tried to pull some shit like that they would be sorry... and probably castrated.
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 28, 2015 18:58:01 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya A badass, he called himself. What guy didn't think he was badass? The ones she was never interested in, maybe. It seemed to be in every guy's nature, to some extent, to live life like it was a challenge to be met. Grab the bull by the horns. Ever since she was a young girl, the tomboy side of her had always tried to match that "badassery" that was displayed by the neighborhood boys. She was usually up to par. This guy was a little different, maybe. She didnt feel she had to prove herself worthy. For now.
Maybe someday she'd tried finding someone to get her catfish arm-baiting, too. In her inappropriate mind she also thought she caught some kind of ridiculous double entendre in one of Logan's sentences.
He looked really relaxed and she was trying hard to get as easy going inside as he looked. She couldn't really gauge what his reaction was to her 'truth or dare' moment, but he wasn't as amused as she'd went for. She was struck mostly silent by his last sentence and just nodded, falling back into herself out of embarrassment. She was fishing for reassurance and now she felt ashamed of herself and what she was in that moment. A real pussy.
"Yeah. Guess I'm getting carried away again. I need another drink," she responded with more meekness than before. She was at a loss for words now and felt out of place again. The world just grew dark when neither of them were laughing at each other. She knew it was going to be a long road for her to fight off this depression that seemed to be clawing into her heart.
He stared up at the sky, and she rubbed her arm nervously, moving back so she could lean against the rock she'd been sitting on. How long was it going to be til sundown? What were the nights like out here, anyway? Cold, or hot and sticky? Speaking of cold, her upper half was exposed to the warm air, and the transition was making her shiver again. She hadn't thought of the consequences of having soaking wet clothes stuck to her. Logan apparently had. Of course, it was so different being one of the opposite gender. Couldn't just go around shedding pieces of your clothes, for risks previously mentioned.
The silence continued as she grasped for anything to make conversation, but now her mind was blank, and she, too, took to staring up above them.
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