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Post by Bear on Dec 22, 2015 13:48:29 GMT -5
 long enough for @eva James notes: Remember - I'm too awkward
Choose to Chance the Rapids
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Dare to Dance the Tides
Hadley dipped a toe into the clear, ice cold water of the lagoon. Many argued that the water was refreshing considering they lived on a sauna. But Hadley always thought it was too cold. Too cold in the way that the island was too hot and too humid, and the people she was stuck here with were too bossy or too obnoxious. Everything was suddenly too much and at the same time, not enough. Her short blond hair was pulled back into a small pony tail high on her head, there were clumps of dirt holding the strands together in what almost looked like dread locks - that was the reason for her visit to the lagoon today, she had wanted to wash off quickly before the others were up and moving around. Privacy was something hard to come by here.
She had ditched her ratty T-shirt a week ago and instead walked around in her sports bra and cut off blue jean shorts, which she slid down her legs just before slipping the rest of her body into the cool water. She shivered as the water made it’s way up her torso and past her chest before finally leveling out at her collar bones. The water felt surprisingly good on her sunburnt skin. She reached to free her hair from the small elastic, but was careful not to lose the rubber band. Her hands moved across her arms and her stomach, rubbing off the dirt that had collected from her time spent in the jungle. She took note of her thinning body appearence. Hadley had never been “skinny.” She was well built, muscular, toned - but a diet of bananas and coconut will have it’s effects on a person. Her eyes closed and she imagined being back out on the range - she was often alone as her father’s illness worsened, just her and her gelding with a herd of beef cattle; it was her happy place. She took a deep breath in and it was like she could actually smell the field and manure and corn. The bird’s enthusiastic chirping was drawn out by the bellering of cows and the thumping of hooves on the damp colorado soil. The screech of a monkey in the jungle backdrop pulled her from her memories and a scowl replaced the smile that had momentarily dominated her face. Shut the hell up Hadley growled as she peaked over her shoulder towards the source of the noise. In an attempt to drown out the howling that followed she began to hum to herself, tipping her head back to clean the muck from her hair. She would feel better after she got cleaned up… or at least, she hoped so.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 15:15:28 GMT -5
| As per usual, Brendon had risen with the sun. Something that was a learned habit from years of working a farm and ranch. The cows didn't wait for you, and neither did the soil. Here, of course, there wasn't really a need to rise so early, seeing as there were no crops, no cattle to tend to, and, after initial chores of making sure he had food for the day planned out and ready, it all seemed quiet. The waiting game had become old news by this point, in his opinion. Everyone staring at the horizon, waiting impatiently for a ship, or a plane, to miraculously show up and save them. He would freely admit that, for the first week, that was exactly what he had been doing. Staring at the ocean, waiting quietly for someone to happen upon the wreckage. However, as soon as seven days spanned into eight, reality became a hard pill to swallow. Now, Brendon managed just fine, despite having separated himself from the main group quite purposefully. He'd built a lean to, or more enough of one to close himself inside away from animals, and had even managed a roof of sorts that allowed for a dry interior. Food was easy..or more it was easy for him. He'd seen plenty of others climbing into tree for fruits and the like. Brendon, however, much preferred fish, and, though fishing from the cliffs, or even wading into the ocean, could be a hit or miss game, it had worked so far for him. Today he had in mind more of a hunting trip. Venturing into the jungle could be dangerous, but he'd packed along the ball of red yarn so he could mark a path clear enough to follow back, should the need arise. First on his list, however, was a bath. The lagoon offered much more cover when the rest of their small world wasn't also using the thing, and so, with an early head start, his bag packed for his miniature adventure, and his single change of clothing, Brendon trudged that way, wearing only his boots and the sweat pants he'd managed to salvage from his otherwise destroyed belongings. Without bothering to pay any attention to where he was going, or truly contemplating if there would be anyone there, not this early, Brendon trudged along with a high pitched whistle in a rather off tun melody somewhat reminiscent of an old country song. Though it could have been anything, of course, since Brendon wasn't exactly a singer of any sorts, and couldn't carry a tun if provided a special tune carrying bucket. Shoving aside a thick branch he lifted a hand, shoved his fingers back through the thick mess his hair had become, and froze in place. The whistle that had been leaving pursed lips slowly trailed out in a comical manner, leaving him with a set of pursed lips, wide eyes, and a very sudden onset of a blush. There, now about ten feet from where he stood frozen, was one of the ladies from the camp, eyes closed, humming, and cleaning her hair. For one very long moment he just stood there, hand poised pulling the underbrush out of his way, his whole body simply still. |
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Post by Bear on Dec 22, 2015 15:49:06 GMT -5
long enough for @eva James notes: Remember - I'm too awkward
Choose to Chance the Rapids
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Dare to Dance the Tides
The poor thing was always so paranoid; as she scrubbed the mud from her scalp she couldn't help but feel as though she was being watched. Probably just the monkeys she silently reassured herself. After all, she had been up before dawn and didn't notice anyone else missing from their little confine and there hadn't been anybody here when she arrived... so surly it was those pervy monkeys spying on her. She crossed her arms across her chest - if they were looking for a show they weren't going to get it here.
Her body turned in the water to begin the trek back towards the lagoons edg- who the hell was that? And what the hell did he think he was doing!? Hadley jumped a bit in surprise. Her eyes wide and heart racing as she took in the man that stood close by. The monkeys my ass she thought as she regained control of herself
How long have you been standing there!? Her words were sharper than she might have intended, but she was caught off guard. The more she thought about it the more frustrated she became. He didn't think to say anything? He was just going to stand there? Who the hell did this guy think he was? Her eyes narrowed as she finally began moving toward the edge of the lagoon. Her arms hoisted her out of the water and she turned her back toward the male.
She used the rag that had once been her T-shirt to dry herself off. The nerve She mumbled under her breath before standing up, once again facing the man who had intruded on her private bath Like what you see? She asked sarcastically. Hadley had a troubled past when it came to the opposite sex, it led to trust issues and a general over all poor disposition when dealing with them.
Her hands made quick work of tying her hair into a side braid, the once colorful highlights now faded and growing out. She closed the difference between the two, still waiting for an answer to her previous question. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 20:23:53 GMT -5
| The very second the woman turned and caught him staring at her, his mind kicked into hyper drive. What had been meant to be an innocent covering of his eyes was completely botched when he let go of the branch in order to do so, and received a very heavy thwack of leaf and stick directly in the center of his face. With an awkward shout, Brendon lifted a hand and covered his face regardless, ignoring the now bright red welt that gave his own heightened blush a run for its money stretched across one cheek. "What...no..wait. I just got here." He fumbled about, now holding his hand over his eyes as if it would make the whole thing go away. This, right here, was exactly why he avoided the others at nearly all costs. If they needed something done, or if he actually found something hunting, he didn't hesitate to help, or to feed them. However, his awkward fumbling, blushing, and stumbling, made it very obvious he wasn't exactly the most social person in the world. Years around just your siblings and a group of cows could do that to a man. His next question shocked him, and he dropped his hand automatically. "No!...I mean yes...wait. You're a very attractive..." Brendon shut his mouth and lifted a hand, waving it around in front of him as if to erase all of what he had just said. After a moment he heaved a very heavy frustrated breath, took a large step back as she came closer, and gave her an extremely awkward, and obviously pained smile, one cheek bearing the bright red welt of the tree branch, though both were covered in flushed color. "I'm just...gunna....go now."With a grunt that sounded more caveman like than anything else, Brendon literally turned his back on the woman and moved to walk away. Not that he meant to be rude, but he wasn't exactly saving himself anything by opening his mouth, either. In fact he was fairly certain he'd made matters worse on himself. |
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Post by Bear on Dec 22, 2015 20:59:44 GMT -5
long enough for @eva James notes: Remember - I'm too awkward
Choose to Chance the Rapids
And
Dare to Dance the Tides
Her lips pressed together as she tried to give the other the benefit of the doubt. Had he been there for very long she surly would have noticed, right? Right. She was far more observant than to let some creepy man sneak up on her that way, right? Right. Besides, it was kind of charming the way he fumbled about in panic. He seemed to be pretty harmless, uncoordinated at that.
His step back from her didn't go unnoticed. She had grown up as an only child, but was always taught to stand her ground. She didn't easily back away from confrontation, in fact, once upon a time, she was quite the instigator of trouble.
She could tell that she had caught him off guard as he struggled to find a proper response to her question. Pro tip: There wasn't one, he seemed to know this but instead of nothing he tried both options anyway.
Hadley tried to stay upset, really she did. It was easier on this island if people saw you as someone who was tough and who didn't take bull shit, but as he pawed into the open air between them she couldn't help but crack a smile. His comment regarding her physical appearance caused her own face to flush with bright pink tones.
Hadley always struggled with her physical looks. She was always just a little bit too average for her own liking, which is what she chalked her lonely high school and college days to. It couldn't possibly be her delightful personality...
She frowned as he turned to leave the situation Did he really think he was going to get away that easily? Hadley called out to him after a few steps of distance was back between them You come to the lagoon during my bath time, you spy on me from the jungle, and then when you get caught I don't get so much as your name?
Hadley felt as though she had seen him on the beach, not recently, but at least he was a face that she sort of recognized. A guiltiness for her snootiness set in and she too let out an exasperated sigh. Look, I'll even start, I'm Hadley.
She didn't have many friends on the island... scratch that. She didn't have any friends on the island. Sending this man away under the current circumstances wouldn't change that status anytime soon. Hadley bit her lip and dug her toes into the squishy, mossy ground beneath them.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 22:32:47 GMT -5
| Lifting his hand, Brendon scratched gently at the new welt on his cheek, frowning at himself as he contemplated his next move. He supposed a bath in the ocean was just as effective as one in the lagoon, though he'd prefer a less public setting than that to do it. Of course he had moved himself off to the side of the beach long before now, so there wasn't exactly an active audience waiting on him. For the most part people had seemed content to leave him to his business. Though he knew part of that was likely due to him being less than talkative to many of them. He got a whole three steps away back towards the beach, when she called out all over again. What she said made him wince. He had felt bad enough for just standing there staring at her like some kind of ultra pervert, but now his guilt was at an all time high. Wrapping his hand around the back of his neck, Brendon turned about in a slow motion to face the woman all over again, gently scratching at the base of his skull. He opened his mouth to reply, but was cut short when she spoke, making him smile slightly in that lopsided manner he had. Right corner slightly higher than the left corner, though the smile was more an awkward attempt at not looking awkward...which awkwardly failed. "It's nice tuh meet yuh, Hadley." Like any southern born man, even in the great state of texas, Brendon's words were curled with a thick southern drawl. Finally unclasping his hand from his neck and holding it out towards her instead, still offering that lopsided smile. "Brendon.." |
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Post by Bear on Dec 22, 2015 23:57:40 GMT -5
long enough for @eva James notes: Remember - I'm too awkward
Choose to Chance the Rapids
And
Dare to Dance the Tides
If awkwardness could kill then the two of them would be able to cause mass genocide with a single meeting. Hadley fumbled with her side braid as the male introduced himself - his voice drenched in a southern drawl. She smiled inwardly - when she was younger she would walk around the barn talking in a fake southern accent. She always felt as though she had been born in the wrong geographical location.
She attempted to return his smile, hers shining mostly from her eyes. She had resting bitch face, it had been a problem once upon a time, but she had all but forgotten it, except for in situations like this where she felt the pressure to be approachable and kind.
His hand reached towards her and it took her a moment to realize what he was doing. Oh, right - a hand shake. people used to do that kind of thing. She extended her own and wrapped her water chilled fingers around his. The formality felt all at once odd and familiar. It was like going back into another life. His continued smile helped hers come through a little more genuinely.
She took note of his eyes, they were friendly looking; they almost reminded her of her fathers. Another wave of guilt came over her as she drifted back to Colorado - her father had been ill when she left. Who was taking care of him? Was he even still ali-
Thank God the males voice again broke her thoughts, for which she couldn't say how thankful she was. Brendon it felt nice as Hadley rolled the name around in her mouth, trying to commit it to memory. Were you hoping to clean off a bit this morning Brendon? her voice was inquisitive, playful almost, though it still held a fair amount of sass in it.
Because I think it's only fair that I get to stand here and gawk at you. You know.. an eye for an eye kind of thing Hadley unballed the thin fabric of her Jurassic Park T-shirt and slipped it over her torso before shimmying back into her shorts.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2015 11:21:25 GMT -5
| Now, Brendon wasn't the type to just stare at a woman, regardless of his earlier foolishness. However, he wasn't blind. The have a woman literally standing in front of you nearly completely naked, not to mention wet from the water, was a test on any mans will. Brendon managed not to gawk once...unless one counted the previous staring when he'd first happened upon the woman and her bath. That was all ruined when she started pulling clothing on, his eyes drawn to the movement, and than abruptly pulled away to stare directly over her head at the space behind her, as if there were suddenly something extremely interesting in that area. "Yes ma'am, but I think the bath can wait a bit." He cleared his throat in an obviously nervous fashion, shifting from one foot to the other as he cupped his hand around the back of his neck once again. However, what she said made him laugh. A short bark of laugh, which lit the males usually dark eyes up. As he chuckled he drew his gaze back down from the random location he had been staring at, and back to her own, now grinning. When Brendon grinned that lopsided smile became even more pronounced. The left hand corner rose higher than the right hand one, and his lips parted to reveal pearly white teeth. Set in the males already darkly tanned flesh, the whole thing tended to stand out sharply. "For the record, I wasn't gawkin'." Seeming to find words that weren't a stutter of awkwardness and attempt to get the right answer out before he got slapped, Brendon pulled his hand from the back of his head and ran it up over the top once more, scrubbing at his hair. He, of course, was actually relatively clean. Aside from the usual wear and tear of trudging around the jungle, and a bit of sand in his hair from the beach itself. Honestly he found himself bathing obsessively, especially noting the lack of soap now. "Actually, I think I am gunna get in the water." He paused a moment, before once again flashing her that grin of his, plucking sand out of his unruly mess of dark hair. "Yuh can stay and gawk if yuh really want, ma'am." Chuckling softly, and more than happy he found his wits somewhere underneath all his fumbling and stumbling, and even further happy she hadn't tugged them from him in a more permanent matter, Brendon moved towards the water, dropping his bag somewhere near the edge. |
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Post by Bear on Jan 6, 2016 22:48:05 GMT -5
long enough for @eva James notes: I'm SO sorry for the wait. Holidays :/ Also I don't know what happened here... it just... happened. I couldn't stop her.
Choose to Chance the Rapids
And
Dare to Dance the Tides
It wouldn't be a lie if Hadley said she found the man standing before her a bit... charming. Her eyes moved from his dark hair to his toes before finally settling on his lopsided grin. Then again, maybe cocky was a better word for him? No. Not possible. Not with all of the fumbling and stubmbling he had managed earlier in their encounter. Her arms crossed her chest as he seemed to regain some of his bearings.
She turned to allow her gaze to follow him as he made his way past her, closing the distance between himself and the cool water. He chuckled dismissing her previous complaint of his snooping Nah man. Too late, jury is already in and they've found you guilty on all charges of creepiness. They've sentenced you to 5 years in jerk prison
or an eternity on some damn island ..
Is that what this was? Some kind of karmic justice for all of the shitty things that they had done in their lives? If so Hadley had a bone to pick with the asshole who decided that one.
She took a step forward towards the lagoon. It was cooler here than it was on the rest of the island, and it was quiet, other than Brendon. She wasn't ready to go back to the craziness that was the compound on the beach - and besides, it had been a while since he had any one on one contact with another person, let alone someone with a sense of humor. You weren't planning on skinny dipping, were you? Hadley let a little smirk settle on her lips. She knew how forward she could be, how she had a habit of getting under people's skin with her bluntness, or, as some might argue, her crude sense of humor. Because if you were, far be it from me to stop you
She was accustomed to dealing with forward men, and she could give the best of them a run for their money - growing up as the only girl surrounded by ranch hands will do that to a woman.
She finished the short few strides that put her next to the mans backpack and she situated herself on the ground next to it, allowing her still wet legs to re enter the chilly water, watching the man for a response.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2016 20:15:20 GMT -5
| Brendon frowned softly at what she said, but it lasted only a moment, before he was smiling again. Even locked on a deserted island, with no imminent hope of being discovered and rescued, he felt relaxed...of course she was upsetting all of that with how forward and blunt she was being. Though he'd begun getting use to it when it came to his sisters and their insistent need to wed him off to one of their random friends, he valued his privacy, and had, for the entirety of his life, not bothered much with the dating scene. Thus keeping him from having to directly deal with such things. It hit him hard with irony, right on the back of the head, that he would be struggling with it now. "Jerk Prison, huh?" he asked, gently scratching the side of his jaw as he seemed to contemplate this. After a moment he chuckled softly and rolled a shoulder, this time purposefully not looking at her. It seemed to be about the best way to keep any kind of wit about him. "Couldn't be worse than an island, hmm?"All of his lopsided smiles, and teasing jabs, flitted right out the window..or it would have, if there had been a window. The moment she made a comment about him skinny dipping. As if it were possible, his face darkened, and a very sudden blush covered it, as he eyed the water now doubtfully. Well now, that had been the plan, hadn't it? How else did you get clean everywhere? You took your clothes off. Glancing sideways as she found a place to settle in instead of moving on, Brendon found himself scratching at the back of his neck with a small frown. Nothing like a pair of eyes to make you suddenly gun shy. "Yeah...well..y'know..." That was not a response, and he berated himself with his sudden lack of words. Sliding his hand through his hair he cleared his throat and turned towards her, his fingers tugging at strands of his hair as if it were some sort of nervous tick, though he'd never caught himself doing it before. "Just gunna sit here and watch, huh?" To his credit he managed to sound inquisitive, and not like some nervous teenager, so there was at least the small victory. With a shrug of his shoulders, Brendon kicked off his boots, before unbuttoning and unzipping the front of his jeans and pulling them down his own legs. That was the easy part, since he was still wearing the dark blue underwear beneath them, the safety of the shorts enough to keep him from turning any darker. |
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Post by Bear on Sept 13, 2016 17:28:49 GMT -5
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And lmfao. She's going to get him fumbling about again. xD
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I'll get you all a URL ASAP so that you can begin posting on that site 