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Post by Clannibal on Oct 20, 2015 13:42:39 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya "Awww yehhh. That's because I'm awesome," she said to Logan, looking up at him with an innocent smile. The laughing died down now but the elation was still in her. She wasn't with her horses and her "kids," but she felt happier than she had in a long time. God must be working some kind of strange magic. She'd learned quite the lesson today. Didn't need all that stuff back home to know happiness. She had just a spear and a fun guy.
Logan had held onto her for a few moments, his face mirroring hers. He moved away to go retrieve her spear and she sat herself back up on the rock. Her mind was on Logan again. She didn't even know how old this man was. She thought he was her age, maybe older? It felt that way. Did he have a girlfriend? Bums always somehow managed to have a girlfriend. Could even have a wife. It was an unsettling thought that put her in her place. This was not fun and games, and she felt she had to keep reminding herself that. This wasn't a holiday from real. It was a life or death scenario she was thrown into, spending the days with a man that was next to a stranger to her.
But that didn't feel right. This was more than a symbiotic pairing. They obviously enjoyed each other's company. Screw being cautious. Like the other day, she was also thinking how precious her life was now. After having come so close to death, it was not right to take living for granted. The here and now mattered most. Stop trying to ruin your own enjoyment.
"Hey, I'm not a hustler. But maybe I should be. Of course you made it almost impossible for me to miss that shot," she conceded, taking the spear from him and watching him walk over to his previous catch. They were actually going to eat soon and it was making her mouth water. When he suggested it was time to head back, she was quick to jump down from her perch, splashing into the water. Still so cold and refreshing. She had quite a bit of a sunburn now. Her skin had always been so fair. At least the burns usually turned into tans.
"Let's do it. On the way back I can pester you some more. How old are you, Logan? I'm twenty-six, since December." She was by his side now, her eyes down to the water as if to watch where she was walking. She wasn't used to this kind of environment. Colorado was out of this world in comparison. A small part of her feared sharks and other hidden critters in the deep blue.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2015 19:50:50 GMT -5
"I've noticed that too," he'd say, but whether he was teasing or not was all speculation for you wouldn't be able to tell it by looking at him. He worried that he was getting too close to her. For all he knew rescue was just off the horizon and she would be whisked away back to her life. Her fancy... horse riding fantasy-like life and he would go back to slumming the Florida beaches like some lowlife... or... well... wherever they took them back to. If anything he knew he would be a blip in her reality. A fond memory was just a hopeful notion... but why would he want more than that?
As they walked up the beach he had to remind himself over and over that this wasn't real. Even if rescue never came she would probably get pissed at him. He was usually only good for one thing when it came to women... he just happened to have his other skills in life useful to their current predicament. Maybe it was all just in his head at this point? Fun and casual. Light- keep things easy. She spoke about the hustling, and then "Let's do it" was spoken, cutting off his train of thought and leaving him with an almost confused look. What had she said? Right. Focus moron.
He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling a bit then. "Took me a hellava lot longer to get it right, help or no..." he'd say as he hauled his prize back onto shore. The hot sand reminded him of the sores on his feet but he kept a steady pace regardless. He was a bit surprised to find out that she was older than him. Another fact that he didn't quite enjoy but he figured that was just some sort of testosterone induced pride that he could get over.
"I'm twenty four since June," he responded, deciding against the childish act of faking his age to make him older... even though he totally could do it and get away with it. Why lie? He took the lead then, moving to their camp and setting the speared fish to the side as he went to check on the bricks. Thankfully they were done and he went to put them into the foundation of the hut he'd been making before going back to the fire pit. "So... horses... did you own a lot of them?" he'd ask, taking a step forward now to try and keep the conversation going. Maybe if he asked her about herself they could stay off his past a bit?
He would focus on shifting the stones in the pit as to make a open flame, placing a slab of thin stone over the top and waiting for it to heat up as he went back to sit next to her. He took the little sliver of metal he'd gotten from the wreckage and worked on cutting into the fish to gut and clean his then. There wasn't any time to waste at this point.
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 20, 2015 21:41:06 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya Wow, he was actually younger than her. It was not what Taya expected, and she considered it momentarily. Well, two years wasn't a bad age difference. She just really would've thought that he was older by the way he acted. He was so... so... Was responsible the word she was grasping for?
"Oh daaang sooon," she drawled, in good humor. They had finally reached the shore now, and the water was cascading down her legs. They had grown hairy, which she hadn't really though about before until now. With no razor, there was no grooming to be had. Had Logan noticed? She tried not to think about it. Hell, she had always resented having to shave before. She should be grateful.. Social norms had changed. Right?
Their camp was left untouched, and she watched Logan move to start setting things into place again. The brick idea had completely fascinated her. How had he come up with it? She liked to think she was creative, but not so resourceful as he. Her eyes were on the fire pit at the moment he asked her about her horses.
She perked up. She loved horses, so of course she loved to talk about them. "Well, yeah. If you think twelve is a lot. We had a family ranch. I did a lot of riding with special needs children. Occasionally we would take adults out on trail rides. We also breed dogs. I loved to work on the side as a groomer. God, I never had any spare time."
Her life was a good one. Talking about it brought an odd sense of peace. It was like they had died, and were ghosts, looking back on what once was. She had done many rewarding things.
She pried her own fish off of the spear she carried, and, mimicking Logan, she grabbed at one of her sharp stones to start ripping the fish open. Get it gutted, then start filleting it. She had been show many times by her dad. They went fishing together whenever they had the chance. She missed the old man. She wondered what else she could ask Logan, without embarrassing him like she'd done before. She didn't want to be that annoying girl that talked a lot and pried into the guy's background. Still, what was he gonna do? Run away from her?
"Did you have a girlfriend? Don't lie," she said, stopping what she was doing to look up at him with a mischievous smile. Part of her was truly curious, while the other part was not able to resist the teasing urge.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2015 14:59:39 GMT -5
Slowly but surely Logan was easing into the confidence level needed to speak about himself. Apparently it wasn't taking much with her for all that was really being tossed around between them was some well placed humor and a few cheesy smiles. As for social norms, Logan had barely noticed and didn't really care. The situation called for leniency and even back in the "real world" Logan hadn't really been one to expect anything from anyone. That seemed a little unfair considering how he lived his life.
He watched her use the rock. The delicate work of fish filleting wasn't something he was good at and he found himself trying to casually copy how she went about doing it. Hers looked better... and she was using a rock. Still, the job got done and the rock was now heated so he would listen to her talk about her horses as he went to lay his fish over the stone, hearing his hisses and spackles of cooking flesh and his stomach growl. He hadn't let himself feel his hunger until that moment. He was grateful for the fish.
When he turned back to her though he did have a bit of a surprised look caught on his features. "Twelve?"he said incredulously. "And dogs?" He gave out a slow whistle, shaking his head a bit. "I had a dog when I was ten.. Or, well, my family did. Little fluffy thing-" he made a motion at his face as if signaling some kind of fuzzy beard or something, "-shih tzu... or... shorki? Some little thing my mom fell in love with as a puppy that liked to bite at your ankles." He chuckled a bit, trying to remember it better. The little thing hated him and his dad. It always cuddled up to his mom and sister though. "Poor thing was emasculated- no balls and its name was like... teacup or Tinkerbell. They thought he was a girl until they got him fixed."
Well he'd certainly gone forever on about that little dog. Weird what subjects hit home the most. He'd always wanted a big dog but the thing wasn't good with any other animal. His mom even made him keep the stray cat he'd grown fond of in the neighborhood outside. For all he knew that little shit(h zu) was still alive and kicking. He wouldn't know. He hadn't talked to his family in years.
When she asked about a girlfriend his brow would once again arch up at her. He measured carefully her curiosity before giving an almost serious, "Yes," before pausing to gauge her reaction. His features gave way to a smile, hopefully showing he was teasing. "But seriously no, I don't. Girls don't usually go for bums. Why, did you have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend- I don't judge."
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 23, 2015 15:18:28 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya The story about his family dog was pretty funny. She liked animals, but small dogs, not so much. She was all about the big ones. She laughed along with the story, but about lost it when he started talking about how emasculated it was. Tinkerbell was such the perfect cliche for the image she'd created with his story. "Those memories are the best kinds. You'll laugh forever about that shitzapoo." She used the name for a breed that was similar but the name was so much funnier.
She worked on the fish. Ok, she was a little rusty, and of course, her rock she had picked out wasn't nearly as sharp as a knife would be, but it was working fine enough. Without any kind of reservations, she had her hand in the gut of the fish, pulling out the entrails that she had loosened from their tethers. Should they cook those, too? Nah, they weren't that destitute, yet. But just in case, she kept them nearby, tossing them in the sand. If anything, they would attract a swarm of fish that they could spear the crap out of. Hell, they'd really be eating good with an idea like that!
He gave her a yes to her question, and at first she wasn't completely sure whether to laugh or be surprised. He was feigning it, apparently, as his next sentence confirmed what seemed implied by now. It was almost sad the way he said no. Girls didn't go for bums? She still wondered what he meant by bum. He hadn't come out and said that he was homeless, or if he just sat around in his mother's basement all day. It left a lot to the mind and she was fascinated with finding out more. How could a young man like him not have some kind of love interest? He was handsome and funny and that was enough to score. Guess he really was a bum. It didn't change any kind of view she had of him.
He asked in a funny way about her status, and like him, she made a serious face and kept her eyes on the fish, which she had almost finished preparing. "My girlfriend dead a few months ago... Nah, I'm totally into guys, but I scare them away, I guess. I once got so far with a guy that I had already bought my wedding dress when he got cold feet and left."
The ease of which she mentioned briefly of her history caught herself off guard. It was not an easy history lesson for her to give. Like any girl would have been, she was devastated by the ordeal. He asked her to marry him, so she said yes. Next thing she knew, she was jaded and alone.
"I'm too much woman to handle. Guys apparently think all girls are supposed to be submissive and really good cooks. I don't take crap from anyone and I can change car tires. You're a bum, and I'm weird."
She placed her bloody carving stone down on a rock nearby and looked at Logan, her face neutral as she scanned his for some kind of reaction. She was still in good spirits, but she was interested in Logan and what he could possibly say in response to her emotional confession.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2015 14:53:26 GMT -5
Logan enjoyed watching her... which in a weird way made him feel creepy. Still, he found himself observing as she worked on her fish. He was glad to see that his joke was taken as a joke and was almost caught by hers. She was good at feigning a straight face. Thankfully she let him know the punchline before he offered condolences. When she mentioned being left by her fiancé he took a moment to see if she was kidding about this too... but she wasn't. He rubbed the back of his neck a bit awkwardly, trying to think of something to keep the happy mood going. Back in the "real world" he probably would have been the asshole to do something like that... if he ever actually offered a ring to someone. No, scratch that, he knew he wouldn't have. He just never would have gotten in the situation to begin with. He guessed if it were serious enough to buy a ring then he would see it through.
"The guy was an idiot," he said firmly. Then, realizing that it sounded a bit harsher than normal for him he would flash her a bit of a smile. "Point me in the right direction and I'll kick his ass for ya." Though he did try and pass it off as a joke he was dead serious. He'd been an idiot to give her up.
"And besides, as a guy, I think floosies like the girls your describing are incredibly boring." He couldn't help but chuckle at the bum and weird comment as he watched her toss the knife away. He went to awkwardly flip the fish over so it would cook evenly.
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 28, 2015 16:58:12 GMT -5
◄ HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? [HASH]Taya He seemed as thoughtful as she would've guessed. His emotional and firm response was satisfying. He didn't assume she must have been the problem, as some people surprisingly like to say. If he did, he respectfully kept that to himself. Taya really didn't expect anything less of Logan. Their time together so far was short, and somehow, she felt a connection so deep and powerful that she knew she was crazy for it. People don't fall in love, or whatever it was she was feeling, this fast.
Do they?
Her expression softened as she let herself give in. She was grateful for Logan. Everything he had already done. He'd brought her back to life quickly, when she felt like she was ready to die. And here he was, putting her at ease after telling such an emotional story. Guys didn't do emotions. Not like girls did. So yes, Logan had gone above and beyond learned expectations.
"I don't mean to tell such a sob story. If I ever see him again, I probably wouldn't care enough to bother kicking his ass. I'd rather...rub my success in his face. Make out with my new man in front of him, that kind of thing. Shallow, but I bet his face would be worth it."
Hearing him say the word floozies was entertainment in itself. She watched him flip his fish. It would be done soon. Food was a great thought, an exciting one, and she only wished she had a bottle of wine to go with it. Her mind was still racing with her previous thinking, though. She decided after a moment to just say what was on her mind. No more pretenses. She was determined to live life anew. Take risks, enjoy it. Be crazy.
"You're too sweet to me, Logan. I don't mean to get sappy on you, but I want you to know. If you're the only person I ever talk to again, that's alright by me. I think you and I are gonna have a hell of a time together."
Her eyes were mischievous, and her words, heavy, as though it was crossing some kind of line between them.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2015 18:24:28 GMT -5
For just a moment a silence filled the air after she proposed a different outcome to his kicking the man who left her's ass. The pause was brought on by something he didn't quite understand. Only he did... he just didn't want to admit it to himself. He was... afraid? The thought of making that joke that could break the thin wall that kept her at arms length keeping his words under lock and key. Coward. He would think as he went back to idly futzing around with his fish until it was done. He figured that the meat was cooked enough and would pull it away. The cleaned papery bark innards he had been using as a makeshift plate held his portion as he worked on hers.
As he "plated" hers onto a flat stone he would turn back to her. He needed to remember to make some clay plates or something that would work... and not change the mental subject.
As she spilled his guts to him he would give her a bit of a smile, a mixture of emotions showing for a moment behind his eyes. Emotions he felt for her that rocked the very core of how he had lived his life before he had met her. So as he held that stone out to her he would feel his hands waiver only slightly. God help him he was no better than some stupid teenager. Pull your shit together man.
That look in her eyes was enough to make him forget the food between them for a moment. She had made the push, after all, and now he was caught in a standoff as he tried to figure himself out. All of this happening in a split second before he closed the distance between them... and took a seat beside her.
"You're right, that is sappy," he'd say with a smirking grin before picking at a piece of the fish and popping it into his mouth. He had never been this close with someone. Even though the opportunity was there he knew that once he crossed that line there was no going back. Once he crossed over she would see how much of a jackass he really was and he knew deep down he would lose her. He also had to admit then that losing her would hurt him more than anyone or anything else ever could.
So he would stuff a few more pieces in his mouth, hoping to avoid the need to speak as... well... his mouth was full, right?
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