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Post by Paulo on Jul 4, 2008 23:26:50 GMT -5
On the other side of the island Paulo seemed to be right at home. People were doing their usual chores which meant the sarcastic Brazilian was not participating at the moment, if ever. He leaned against a palm tree pretty content that there wasn't going to be some kind of tarantula lurking about. God he hated spiders more than anything. Sure you can kill a man and cook great food...but a grown man afraid of spiders? He shook his head running his olive colored hand through his dark black hair and finally spotted a familiar face coming along.
Still it seemed like a never ending search for the diamonds, and honestly? They were out on a deserted island, Paulo didn't give two hoo has about the diamonds right now. And even if he did, what use would they be? Still thoughts came to his mind. They could have been back in Los Angeles, him and Nikki, sharing the wealth. But it got him thinking, was that all she wanted? Wealth, the diamonds. Not him. Not his love for her and the Nikki on the inside.
He frowned and thought about it for a moment.
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Post by Nikki Fernandez on Jul 4, 2008 23:38:14 GMT -5
Nikki looked around the broken plane sighing, this was not how things were supposed to end up. Both her and Paulo were supposed to be in Los Angeles by now, not on some island in the middle of who-knows-where. Things always went her way. She could con and manipulate her way out of a box, but an island? No. Never in her life.
Nikki found Paulo by himself, watching the other survivors pass him by. This was how he usually was and Nikki had learned to accept it. He never wanted to be part of the hustle and bustle going on around him. He was always just the wingman, especially to Nikki. Was she using him though? She still needed to find that out for herself, but for the diamonds, she had used him to the core.
That reminded her, where were the diamonds? Nikki paniked, remembering that she couldn't find her bag when they landed on this god forsaken island. Her dirty blonde locks flew into her face as she made her way to Paulo. "Do you have the diamonds?" she whispered frantically, her greedy mouth oozing words.
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Post by Paulo on Jul 5, 2008 19:36:02 GMT -5
That did it. That was exactly what did it. Paulo further frowned, and if anyone had known him like she did you could see the blazing anger in his eyes. "No, Nikki I haven't seen the diamonds. Hi to you too." he rolled his eyes and moved away from her. Why lie? Hadn't lying gotten him in enough trouble? She lied that she was inlove with the old guy, he lied that he was just his friendly chef, and suddenly...things didn't matter anymore. Running a hand through his dark black locks, you could tell the man was nervous about something. Paulo grit his teeth as he whirled around on his boot and stared her in the eyes.
"Maybe they got lost?" his eyes went wide. He knew exactly what happened to them, they got thrown into the island...and then...they'd be never found again. "We're on a deserted island, does it matter?" he asked in all seriousness.
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Post by Nikki Fernandez on Jul 5, 2008 19:43:20 GMT -5
Nikki was thrown of by his sarcastic comments. What was his problem?, she thought. She was worried about an 8 million dollar collection of priceless diamonds, not a teddy bear. Nikki huffed out a deep breath when Paulo paused to brush back his hair. She noticed it was getting long, he was going to need it cut soon. Nikki had her arms folded over her chest when he turned around to talk to her.
"Maybe they got lost?" he said with wide eyes. "We're on a deserted island, does it matter?"
"Well, I don't know. Everyone else has found their things either burned or intact somewhere." Nikki explained to him. "I figured that maybe our things would be around here." She threw her hands in the air, aggrivated that both her and Paulo were turning into something that they had promised they wouldn't. Nikki was acting like Shannon for gods-sake.
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