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Post by Chris McCormick on Jul 9, 2008 13:09:36 GMT -5
Chris had of course had free time. That's all they had here. He ventured into the jungle again and began to find a little area that had some edible plants and herbs. He looked around and smiled. It was a little Garden. He decided to rest here for a while. He didn't realize how tired he'd been and sorta ended up falling asleep here.
He dreamt about Mitch and him pulling him into a dark room and beating him telling him he would like it...telling him he would pay for trying to run off with another guy.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 13:16:38 GMT -5
Skinner had taken a brisk walk through the jungle that morning, heading to her normal spot in the garden as always. Her spot to think, her spot to watch and listen to the world around her. Her mindset had so very much changed since the crash, but in a sense it did not. The survival instinct was always there, but her own personality shone through the muck of uncertainty and she finally was allowed her true feelings. That or she was just extremely happy with her raging hormones, funnily enough.
Her hands found her stomach and she smiled, feeling the random momvements of kicks and stretches with the baby's arms. Her baby. The thought no longer made her lurch inside, but sort of made her slightly comforted in a strange way.
Suddenly however she stumbled across Chris. He'd fallen asleep but he seemed to me restless, tossing and turning in his slumber. She walked over, squatting and touching his shoulder lightly, hoping he was alright. "Chris?" she called softly. "Chris wake up."
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jul 9, 2008 13:38:15 GMT -5
Chris was sweating a little, terrified and jumped when he was tapped. He looked up and saw Skinner "hey" he said giving a weak smile "What are you doin here?" he asked. He saw her hold her stomach and eh quickly stood up to help her if she wanted to sit down. He lookedat her. She was a sweet girl and even more adoreable as a pregnant lady. He pictured her when she'd be like 8 months and pretyt round he smiled.
"You know your probably the most adoreable pregnant lady ever...espescially when you get bigger...you'll be as cute as a button" he said with a giggle.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 13:44:57 GMT -5
Skinner was slightly worried about his jumpiness at first, but she couldn't help but laugh when he made the remark about her pregnancy. "Are you looking at my fat?" she asked as she sat down carefully, declining his help but tugging him down with her shortly after. "That is a major offense."
She grinned, but held his hand for a moment. She looked at her stomach and brought his hand to rest on it, smiling as the baby in side her kicked again. "You feel that?" she asked softly.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jul 9, 2008 15:27:10 GMT -5
He laughed feeling her forcefully tug him down again. He felt her small delicate hand his and place it on her stomach. He felt the kick and jumped a little looking at her with a laugh. "Wow....that kids a kicker...nothing but trouble when they grow up" he said teasingly. "Kinda like mommy" he said tickling her neck a little.
He leaned back resting on his arms "So what brings you out here? You shouldn't be alone really..." he said knowing he sounded like a worry wart
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 16:38:20 GMT -5
Skinner laughed and shook her head at Chris, scowling lightly. "Well you know I'll be sending her to Auntie Chris if you keep that up. I swear, the way I'm sick every 5 seconds I'm positive it's a girl." She laughed again, feeling the pressure of the baby in her kicking again and then sighed at Chris as she leaned her head back, resting her hands on her buldge.
"Of course I know I'm not supposed to be out alone. Arrest me, sheriff. I just had to take a walk, clear my head." She offered a smile, a wide smile that warmed her face. She looked positively glowing, a massive change from before the crash.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jul 9, 2008 23:12:54 GMT -5
He looked at her with a smile "well Auntie Chris will spoil her to death!" he said to her with a smile. He looked at her with a smile. She was very cute and always made him smile. He laughed "I understand you...everyone wants to clear their head" he said to her with a smile.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 23:19:22 GMT -5
Skinner laughed at Chris, shaking her head. she nodded at his commetn about clearing heads and offered a yawn as she streched a bit. "I haven't seen you around lately auntie Chris," she said, giggling slightly. "What's been goign on?"
She looked over at Chris, her eyes and face radiating in the midday glow of the sun. "You looked like you were having a bit of a nightmare there when I walked up. Are you okay?" she asked, genuine concern in her feautres. She hated seeing friedns hurt or hurting, perhaps her mother instincts, perhaps her past. But either way she hated it.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jul 10, 2008 0:41:34 GMT -5
He leaned forward a little a smiled "yea I'm...I'm alright...just getting used to island life ya know?" he said. "Back home...everyone knew me after spotting my face...I was that McCormick kid...the weird queer boy who wet around with older men...which sucked when I had a girlfriend for a while...kinda killed the relationship." he said jokingly. He amazed himself how he passed his life off as if it were no big deal.
"Here, I dunno if I wanna be myself or just someone totally new" he said. "I mean, if people back home judged me that way...what makes me think people here wont judge me that way" he said. He looked over at her "I'm rambling again aren't I?" he said with a sigh.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 10, 2008 8:01:42 GMT -5
Skinner listened to him and smiled gently, reaching for his hand and holding it in hers. "Chris. You are who you are. I'm not goinng to judge you, you know that already. We wouldn't be....near best friends, or whatever you call this if I did. I mean, to hell with the rest of the world, if you can't be yourself, who can you be?"
Skinner looked at him, wondering what he would say to that. Sometimes her own logic got in the way, but other times it made more sense than anything else. She only hoped that this time it would make a little bit, albeit cloudy, sense.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jul 10, 2008 11:23:20 GMT -5
He looked at her with a smile "But, I don't like a lot things about me" he said to her. "I've made some stupid decisions that kind afucked my life up" he said to her. He looked at her and smiled "But enough about me..." he said with a laugh "It's always weird talking about myself" he said.
He looked at her and began to play with the slight curl in her hair. "This your natural color?" he asked. He hoped she didn't mind him touching her. They had built a good relationship since meeting. He trusted her with just about anything and he hoped she felt the same way towards him.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 10, 2008 11:31:44 GMT -5
Skinner smiled at him, rubbing her thumb on his hand lightly before letting it go. She chuckled at him touching her curls, raising a brow at him. It was strange, she had to admit, to have someone so close to her. Especially a male. It was just strange for her, but she was getting more used to it, especially with Chris. They were building a good friendship now, and it was comforting.
"It is," she replied softly. "I've never done anythign to my hair really besides get it cut. Natural curls, natural color." She laughed softly, shaking her head. "Though the curls tend to frizz in this humidity."
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jul 10, 2008 11:49:01 GMT -5
He laughed. "It's a beautiful color" he said. "I havent changed mine either..." he said showing his own curly do as well. He looked up at her and gazed into her stunning blue eyes. He looked at her with a smile btut then looked over her shoulder. He looked up and realized who it was...it was the guy he was gunna run off with to leave Mitch...the one Mitch had gotten his men to kill. He looked at him standing up. His heart raced terrified...it was impossible...was he dreaming?
He began to walk towards him but he began to walk into the jungle...deeper chasing after him.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 10, 2008 11:56:36 GMT -5
Skinner smiled at him, her eyes, more blue than green for some reason today. She noticed him take on a peculiar gaze and she tilted her head, touching his shoulder. "Chris?" she called softly, tilting her head more. Her brow furrowed when he stood, looking past her and walked inot the jungle. She followed him and sped up a little as he did, catching up to him and grasping his wrist tightly.
"Chris!" she called out to him. Something was going on and she didn't know what but it wasn't good. They were deep in the forest and she sighed softly as rain drops began to fall. This was just bad. She tightened her iron vice grip and pulled Chris to her, hoping to wake him from his trance. "Chris we've got to go!"
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jul 10, 2008 12:09:36 GMT -5
Chris had lost him. He looked at Skinner and shook his head "sorry...did you see that?" he asked..."There was someone...some---" he held his head "Guess I should have told Jack i needed that asprin" he said. He looked around and then heard a mechanical roar.
He took her hand and began to run. But suddenly he felt his body trip and get sent flying through the air with Skinner. He felt his body trapped in a net high above the ground and the roar was continuing, but fortunately he thought it was going the wrong way. He tried to look at her "Skinner...you alright?" he said trainging. He didnt want to put pressure on her stomach and he tried to get away, but his hand was stucking in the netting.
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