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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 11, 2008 19:30:20 GMT -5
Skinner started laughing, and nodded. "Of course. One Jack Sparrow and two depressed women. God what a combination."
She laughed again, shaking her head at them. "How in the world did we go from Disney princesses to rum and Jack Sparrow? Though Pirates of the Caribbean is a Disney movie." Skinner grinned and laughed again, tugging her knees cloer with the cold. She didn't reazlie with all the wind just how cold the island could get at night. Sort of...strangely refreshing.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 11, 2008 22:23:37 GMT -5
"I don't know," Emily sighed a little, laughing a little. "Random turn of the conversation." Those seemed to happen a lot with her. Emily tended to flow between topics without thinking at all. It was probably from talking to Edward without response for seven years. When there is no response, you tend to go from topic to topic without a problem.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 12, 2008 17:27:00 GMT -5
Skinner laughed and shook her head. "Honestly, if you were in my mind often enough, you'd find I change subjects often like that. I just haven't met someone to keep up with it. I must say, bravo."
She laughed and shook her head, but it was true. That was just one mroe things that pissed Erik off a lot. She chased subjects in talking in a matter of seconds and setences, not minutes and paragraphs. It was one of those things her and her father had shared, one of those things she had picked up from him. In fact, at home, they were the only ones that understood what the heck the other was thinking around the holidays and family reunions.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 12, 2008 18:16:27 GMT -5
Emily laughed a little. "I'm used to talking to someone who doesn't respond, so I tend to flow through topics without a problem. My family gets so mad at me for it because they don't understand what I'm talking about," she added on. "I'm also glad that you can keep up." She glanced at the nearly set sun. "Geez, how many topics have we gotten through?"
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 12, 2008 21:18:25 GMT -5
pSkinner laughed and shook her head. "I have no idea."
She cocked her head and scrunched her nose slightly at the bitter memories of Erik, but nearly laughed at them. He was probably back in Sydney, finding another naive heart and warm bed to stick to like a parasite.
"It pissed Erik off something terrible, honestly. But I enjoyed doing it. Sometimes he'd get so mad he'd..." She stopped herself short. Before the engagement he'd get so mad he'd stalk off, but after? A slap. Occasionally a hit. If it was bad enough a sock ot the stomach. "I'm sorry. Nevermind."
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Post by Emily James on Jun 13, 2008 11:26:07 GMT -5
"It pissed Erik off something terrible, honestly. But I enjoyed doing it. Sometimes he'd get so mad he'd...I'm sorry. Nevermind."
"Oh, it's fine," Emily smiled a little guiltily. "I'm sorry I made you think of it." She felt horrible for touching upon a touchy issue. "I think that Edward started it for me. Before we were dating, he could get me so mad. Like, in biology, we had to dissect frogs. The teacher and I had this whole fight about it because I refused to do it. Edward was the teacher's aide and he followed me in his car after I ran out of the class with the frog. It made me so mad when he laughed while I was digging a grave for the frog. He just knew what to say to get me fighting with him..." Emily laughed a little. "And then, somehow, we ended up dating."
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 13, 2008 11:31:03 GMT -5
Skinner laughed once. "Don't worry about it. It's that b****d's own fault." She scowled, but then had to smile at the story.
"You dug a grave for a frog you were dissecting? We did baby pigs. I had to take Anatomy and we did pigs. I buried mine beside the flagpole," Skinner confessed grinning widely. She remembered her brother, who was home from college, making fun of her endlessly. And she'd had to do a makeup essay for the class. But it was worth it, at least to her.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 13, 2008 11:37:43 GMT -5
Emily laughed. "I looked at the frog and I just knew that I couldn't do it. So, I took it home to bury it in my backyard. I knew that I would fail the class, but I refused to cut apart the poor little guy. Then Edward pulled some strings for me and I passed. I'm just glad it wasn't pigs though. I think that would've broke my heart even more." She was still eternally grateful that Edward had done what he had, pulling some strings. It saved her from having to repeat the class.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 13, 2008 12:00:14 GMT -5
Skinner chuckled softly and nodded. "It did break my heart. You're lucky that he did that for you," she complimented softly.
Skinner had to admit she was a tad jealous. Not in the i'll-claw-your-eyes-out-way but part of her wished that she had someone so caring for her. Someone decent enough to do such things. Instead she'd had a fake and a violent liar and it killed her slowly and softly. But she wouldn't' voice that. Skinner just wanted, for once, to have someone to love her. To actually love her from the bottom of their heart and do anything for her.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 13, 2008 12:04:42 GMT -5
Emily nodded. "Maybe we should start a petition when we get back against dissecting animals," she commented. "It's so harsh to raise them just to be killed and dissected." Emily loved animals so much that she couldn't stand to see them die. She was also a little too caring for that too. But it was a good idea. And, since they had survived such a crash, that would give them some leverage, wouldn't it?
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 13, 2008 12:09:59 GMT -5
"Of course!" Skinner replied, laughing softly.
"We could call is Castaways Against Cruelty," Skinner siad, grinning. That's how she dealt with things. Grinning and making jokes until she couldn't even laugh anymore, and most of the time, like now, it worked. Flawlessly.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 13, 2008 12:35:02 GMT -5
"We could call it Castaways Against Cruelty."
Emily laughed. "Yeah, I wonder how many people we could get to join us," she thought out loud. It was a good idea though. Survivors of a plane crash saving animals. Rather odd, but maybe it could work. She couldn't wait to see the look on her biology teacher's face when and if they pulled it off. He would freak out while Emily would be exuberantly happy.
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Post by Crow Laine on Jun 13, 2008 12:56:41 GMT -5
[[OOC: Go here to hear the song & Crow's voice. Crow is the guy with black hair. He has feathers in his hair and some pictures, he has all black eyes. White part and color. He's the singer]] The sound of a great singer was found in the air softly. The lyrics of the song were: "I don't want to feel anything today Anything at all and just be alone I don't want to live through another day Meaningless to fight for the victory I just want to dive in the heart of misery"
The words came from the Finnish black haired guy, Vieno Laine, or other wise known as Crow. Nobody knew his real name because the Finnish singer & painter now always calls himself Crow.
Crow walked down the beach, sing like he was before. It was nearly night time. Crow's green eyes darted to the setting sun and he looked down at his notebook. He wouldn't have long to draw. But, he might be able to draw something. He would of been drawing before, but he got carried away with singing and walking.
Crow looked up at the noise of laughing and talking. Not far ahead of him, two girls laughing and talking. Having a good time. Something he doesn't get often. Crow scratched his neck, hitting one of the feathers in his hair. He bent down and picked up the dark blue feather and sat down his notebook and pencils. He reached up and careful placed the feather again before picking up is supplies again. His hair style was odd, black hair spiked in the back with dark blue feathers, gront was hanging down normally. Though, as odd as it was, it looked good to the pale Finn.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 13, 2008 13:03:44 GMT -5
Skinner heard somebody behind them and she turned around a bit. "Hold that though, Em," Skinner said. She didn't even really know where the nickname came from but it sort of rolled off as she turned. She was a pale man, rather odd looking but intriguing. He had pitch black hair that seemed to have...feathers in it? She cocked her head and then considered asking him to join them.
"Hey!" she called to the man. "Do you want to join us?" Skinner turned back to Emily, sending a 'I hope you don't mind' look at her.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 13, 2008 13:18:43 GMT -5
"Hold that thought, Em."
Emily nodded. She was used to the nickname. Her siblings used it all the time. Skinner looked off in the distance. Emily peered in the same direction. A pale man with black hair was walking down the beach. She blinked a little. She wasn't used to people looking like that, even though she lived in LA. Skinner looked back at her, with a 'I hope that's okay' look. Emily nodded, showing that it was fine. She was always up for meeting new people.
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