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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 14, 2008 10:04:09 GMT -5
Davie was going to have to agree with her, the rain was coming down heavy and fast, that it would be smart to wait for later. "It's ok." Davie turned away thinking about where he could wait out the rain, within seconds the water had soaked him to the skin. And thinking about her offer, he shook his head. Seriously what on earth was he thinking, he'd get drenched in his shelter and she was a friendly enough lady to spend the afternoon with.
Turning he gave a sheepish smile and stepped just into the shelter with her. "Thanks, I wouldn't mind staying with you until the rain stops. Provided you can put up with me that long?" Smiling, he had to admit her shelter was definitely lot better than his. Though would she mind he was now so wet his clothes were sticking to him?
Just in case he stayed near the entrance, so as not to get anything else plastered in water. "Weather on this island doesn't do anything by halves, does it?!" He smirked, running a hand through his flattened hair.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 16, 2008 7:22:23 GMT -5
Skinner chuckled softly, shaking her head at Davie. She honestly didn't mind, and it seemed as if he would have to put up with her mood swings, whenever and wherever they may come. "Nah, it's fine. I really don't mind it. It gets lonely over here sometimes," she said, shrugging lightly. "I'm rather talkative person, and the others just...well are not."
She chuckled and shrugged again, reaching for her water bottle. She sipped it, listening to the rain on the tarp roof of the tent. "But honestly I think you'll want to toss me out of the tent before I do you." She laughed again, her green eyes on Davie. She almost chuckled out loud at his tentative demeanor, but at least he wasn't getting soaked, that's all she had asked.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 16, 2008 13:29:02 GMT -5
"Me throw you out of your own tent? Now that is very harsh." Davie siad, not even considering that as an option. "If it ever comes to that, I'll either leave first or find some toffee to give you to keep your jaws stuck together." Grinning at his idle threat, he'd never do that to any woman. But then again he wasn't sure what it was to be pregnant, he just knew emotions ran high and hormones were all over the place. Like playing hot potato with a grenade, never sure when or if it would go off.
"How long do you reckon the rain will hold up?" It was impossible to tell. For example the rain just started out of the blue on what was only minutes before a humid day. Still the thing to watch out for was going to be tropical storms. Looking over the beach, he saw his sand mounds have finally collapsed and were being swallowed by the sea. Sort of a depressing site really.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 18, 2008 21:23:41 GMT -5
Skinner laughed at his threats and shook her head, looking at him. Actually toffee sounded absolutely to die for. "Toffee, sounds purely amazing," she said, laughing musically in her natural way. She peeked at the rian and shrugged, she never could really tell with the crazy weather fo that God-forsaken island.
"I don't know, but we'll probably be here a while by my guess," she said, still leaning to look out. "It's carzy, this weather isn't it?"
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 20, 2008 9:55:15 GMT -5
As Davie thought about the toffee, his mouth started to water. Why had he mentioned it?! Now he was hungry and wanting a lot of toffee to rot his teeth on. "Yeah, toffee is sounding pretty good about now." Maybe when he has some free time he might go out and look for some toffee, there had to be some just lying around for him. Or perhaps that was just wishful thinking. Davie couldn't help smile at her musical laugh though, it was cute, and he decided then and there that all women should laugh like her.
"Crazy is the name you give to a person who jumps up and down declaring to be a pogo stick. What this weather is... Well it's um." Davie wasn't very good with vocabulary, or rather he didn't really have a large vocabulary, so was wishing he hadn't started this sentence. "It's insane." He settled on, giving a small laugh at his stupidity at times.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 21, 2008 14:42:33 GMT -5
Skinner chuckled softly and shook her head at Davie, grinning at his choice of words. "Insane is right," she answered after looking out at the beach, seeing the rain slow. She tilted her head watching it for a moment, then laughed. "Honestly. One moment it's pouring, and the next it bloody stops."
She shook her head and looked at Davie then dug in her pocket for her pocket hunting knife and looked over at the mangoes near him in her tent. "Toss me one would ya? Two if you want one."
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 21, 2008 14:53:23 GMT -5
Davie watched the rain for a moment longer, looking at it splatter into the sand. "Pardon?" He looked at Skinner, then followed her line of sight and saw the mangoes. "Oh right." Walking over to the fruits, he debated whether he wanted one or not. Deciding he was a bit peckish and could do with some refreshment he picked up two and walked back over to Skinner.
"You know how to prepare these?" One thing Davie wasn't very domesticated and had never seen a mango be cut open. He wasn't overly good at cooking either, but he didn't mind washing up, or cleaning to make up for his lack of chef expertise.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 21, 2008 15:48:24 GMT -5
Skinner chuckled softly, taking the mangoes in her hand. She flipped open the knife quickly and nibly began to peel the mango, like a shef in a five star restaurant. "You just peel and eat these things," she said softly. "But the trick it to peel close to the fruit as possible, not to waste the good juicy stuff." She grinned, then went back to tpeeling the mango in her hand and once it was finished looked over at Davie.
"Catch," she said, tossing the fruit to him.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 21, 2008 16:30:28 GMT -5
Davie watched as she made shor work of the peel. That would take him five minutes longer and be a lot messier. Easily he caught the fruit, he'd never tried a mango before. Tentatively he picked off some mango and ate it. It was sweet and refreshing.
"Is mango your favourite fruit?" He asked, still picking apart mango as he watched her, and occassionally looked out on the rain.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 21, 2008 18:09:39 GMT -5
Skinner laughed a bit, grinnign happily as she tossed the rest of the fruit peel out to the beach. "As opposed to what here? Mango 1 or Mango 2?" She grinned lightly and shrugged, taking a bite of the fruit refreshed with the taste. "It's alright I guess. I loved kiwi. And strawberry."
She smiled, thinking of her time in Australiz, a happy memory from there for once. Her and her friends had gone to a kiwi farma nd picked kiwis for ages, but then they took bushels home and had a 'Kiwi Party'. She chuckled at the thoguht.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 21, 2008 18:15:40 GMT -5
"Now strawberries, I love them." They were his favourite fruit of all time, what he'd do for a strawberry right now. He always remembered sitting in the garden with his mother, eating strawberries and cream in the summer, under the parasol in the garden. That was his fondest childhood memory.
Listen to her giggle, he smiled again, he loved that chuckle of hers, it was so cute. "What?" He asked all confused, wiping his face thinking he had fruit on it. Tilting his head to one side, he was thinking he'd have to clean his hands once he finished the fruit. Sticky hands were the worst feeling in the world.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 21, 2008 18:23:39 GMT -5
Skinner snapped her mind back to the tent and realized that she must have really laughed out loud about her memories. She smiled a bit at Davie having finished her fruit and lacing her hands on her stomach. "i was just thinking about something that happened a while back. A few friends and I helped pick kiwis back home in Australia. We had a kiwi party afterwards."
She shook her head and laughed again, grinning widely. "I bet that's the lamest thing you've heard in a long time."
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 22, 2008 5:29:27 GMT -5
A kiwi party. He'd never heard of one of those before. "It's not lame." He told her. "But can I ask what a kiwi party is exactly?" Only parties that he went to always resulted in getting drunk, being the obligitory kebab or burger, then being violently ill the next morning. And during the course of the night some wild and unnecessary antics that they could all do without.
In fact at one night out, he and his mates had gotten up to do a karaoke, without music and did a cover of one of Stephen Lynch's songs, which went down with all those who'd had a good few to drink, but not with the manager, or DJ or anyone sober. But that had to be a story for another time, he did smile at the thought though.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 22, 2008 6:29:43 GMT -5
Skinner laughed grinning a bit about the memories. "Well, it had the elements of any party. Crazy friends, lots of booze, and enough bloody fun to get the cops called." She grinned and sighed softly, thinking back to the memories with fervor. "Actually, I think the only part that was kiwi were the kiwi margaritas."
She laughed again, shaking her head. "What about you? What were you just smiling at?"
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 22, 2008 14:46:50 GMT -5
Davie burst out laughing, he didn't know what to expect from a kiwi party, but that definately sounded like a lot of fun. "The police? What on earth happended?" He was still laughing, as he asked, even the rain vanished for moment as he spoke to Skinner. "Though I hve to admit, I don't like margaritas too much."
"Have you ever heard of a comedian called Stephen Lynch?" This was going to be the best way of going about explaining what he was smiling about. If she hadn't heard of him, this could get embarressing, and result in him singing yet again. He just hoped if that came about that she had a sense of humour, and secondly didn't get offended by what he was singing as it was only a cover of someone else's song.
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