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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 29, 2016 20:27:47 GMT -5
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When Zee had left Exurbia that morning she hadn't really had any particular destination in mind. She should have been out exploring so she could report back to ... whatever his name was that was in charge of mapping out the planet, but she didn't. She was tired. She didn't know why exactly she was so tired. It could be her body adjusting to the longer days, or the atmosphere, the fact that she wasn't sleeping too well when she finally fell asleep... any number of things. She didn't dwell on it too long because she wasn't a scientist, it wasn't her job to figure out why she was tired. Besides, it was probably just the sleep thing. Once she got used to her 'home' and her 'bed' it would be better.
She paused for a moment, her arms raising above her head and her back arching as she stretched. Her shirt rode up, exposing her stomach and when her hands finally fell back to her sides she pulled her shirt back down. The forest was familiar, she'd been in the same area not too long ago and had met the most frustratingly -- no. No, no, no. She shook her head and redirected that train of thought before it could gain any momentum.
Twigs and leaves crunched under her boots as she moved through the forest. The heat of the afternoon had made break out in a sweat and she was soon craving a sip of water. Why hadn't she thought to pack a canteen? Oh, right. Because like everyone else she'd assumed that basic necessities would have been taken care of by the governments in charge of the evacuations. She should have known better just by how rushed everything had been.
Nevertheless, she knew the river was nearby and she would be able to drink and cool off before continuing on to ... to wherever it was her feet were taking her. Up ahead she could hear the rush of water and she found herself moving more quickly through the trees. When she broke through the treeline she paused long enough to look around for anyone else, but she didn't notice anyone. Zee made her way over to the river but stopped short because of all the places she could have gone it had to be the same place that she'd gone swimming with him.
What in the hell was wrong with her?
She didn't have long to ponder over that because it was then that she heard splashing. She stood up straighter and looked down the river, her first thought being that there was an animal swimming that had caused the noise. There was nothing in the direction and she heard the splashing again and ... was that singing? Zee turned and looked upstream and and jaw dropped. Of all the people in all the places it had to be him...
"I thought you didn't sing without instruments."
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 29, 2016 21:55:54 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"]  [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Jaron was so happy that of the two things he could bring with him on the ship, he'd had the mind to make them both alcohol. Alcohol cured everything. It made him forget his worries, made the world tilt and spin in all sorts of mesmerizing ways, and made the world his playground. Currently, he was imagining the water around him as a drum set. He'd never been able to play the drums, so naturally, in this dream world, he not only knew how to play - he was the best. It was great! And since he had accompaniment, he had no qualms about belting whatever song came to mind. Coincidentally, it wasn't one of his - it was 5SOS's 'Good Girls'. "So just turn around and forget what you saw, 'cuz good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught!" he sang, back arched so he shouted to the sky. It was in this position that he heard... something. Brow pinching and lips pursing, Jaron swung his head to the side, nearly losing his balance. It took a minute for the world to realign itself, but he was pretty sure... "Zee?!" he asked, incredulous. Apparently he hadn't drunk quite enough... He plodded over to the shore to uncork his flask and take another swig. Closing his eyes tightly, he bowed his head and counted to three before allowing his gaze to return to where she'd 'been'. In quotes, because she was probably an apparition. ...Or not. "Yer.... really here, aren't you?" he asked, words not exactly all right. Jaw agape, he rested his elbow on the shore and propped his forehead in his hand to stare at her. "Talk about shit luck." Since his brain wasn't exactly functioning at full capacity right now, it took Jaron a solid minute and a half to realize he was leaning on his clothes... All of them. Well, he could make it awkward, or... "Welcome to the show!" he shouted, backing up and throwing out his arms. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 29, 2016 22:32:20 GMT -5
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Yeah, it was definitely singing. And ... was he drumming on the water? She couldn't help but stare at Jaron as he arched his back and belted whatever song he was singing up at the sky. It was like driving past a wreck on the side of the road -- she just couldn't look away. The way he turned when he heard her spoke volumes of what was wrong with him -- she'd had encounters with drunks before. That was the only logical explanation she could think of because everyone had been searched for drugs.
Unless he found something on PE to smoke...
He said her name and she blinked, still unable to speak because of just how ridiculous the whole scene was. Her eyes followed him as he moved towad the shore where he had a flask and she couldn't help but wonder what kind of liquor was inside of it. She didn't know whether or not Jaron struck her as a lightweight drinker or not. She could see him drinking fruity cocktails in a dance club, but she could also see him downing shots of whiskey with grizzled old men in a smokey bar.
She didn't notice that all of his clothes were piled up on the shore until he was leaning on them, staring at her, and calling it shit luck that she was there. Defnitely shit luck But ... that whole pile of clothes would mean that he was totaly naked in the water. Water that was sometimes too clear and --
Zee averted her gaze, her face flushing bright red as Jaron backed up with his arms outstretched and welcomed her to the show. "You do realize you're naked?" She asked. "And the water is really clear."
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 29, 2016 22:52:29 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]She was staring at him... Just staring. Sober, Jaron probably would have wayy overthought this; but right now, he just assumed it was because he was really, really, ridiculously good-looking. "It wouldn't be a show if I wasn't," he scoffed, face one that said 'duh'. In his current mood, he felt it a good idea to smack his hand against the water - in her direction. He put as much force as he could behind it, and ended up almost falling over... Again. "Come on, Zee, it's not so bad!" he taunted, grinning like an idiot. "Besiiides, it's not like you haven't been thinking of ways to get me naked ever since we last parted ways," he added, dramatically flipping the back of his hand up to his forehead. Damn, he had this acting thing down pat. "Well you got it! C'mon, get iiiiinnn..." The boyish smile on his face was one of pure delight, even though sober-Jaron would be slowly dying on the inside had he any part of this interaction. "Or don't, but that just means I have to come get ya..," he winked, crooking a finger at her to again try to get her in the water with him. He had no idea what he'd do once she got there; his mind wasn't thinking that far ahead yet. But did it matter? Zee was here! Simultaneously his worst and best friend. "...We're friends, right?" he asked suddenly, arms splashing into the water at his sides as his shoulders sagged. His face turned extremely morose as he thought about it, but compliments of his whiskey, he soon bounced back - once more smiling, bouncing through the water, and singing. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 29, 2016 23:57:58 GMT -5
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"Of course it wouldn't." Zee muttered, her head still turned away from Jaron and his nakedness. Water splashed against her legs and Zee caught herself stepping back to distance herself from the river so he wouldn't splash her again. At least this time he hadn't spit water at her. She still refused to look at him even when he tried taunting her to get her into the water again. No. She'd fallen for that once.
"What?!" Her voice went up an octave and her head snapped back in his direction. She most certainly had not been trying to figure out ways to get him naked! And if she had she didn't think it would take much effort -- he appeared to spend most of his time in various states of undress. "I have not!" She denied, anyway, and as soon as she did she knew that she shouldn't have because Jaron would likely find a way to twist her words around.
Zee turned her head away from Jaron again as he invited her into the water again. "No." And she crossed her arms to show that she'd made up her mind. Oh, but then he was saying he'd get out of the water and get her. "You wouldn't dare!" She gasped, her face flushing once more at the sudden thought of being chased around by a naked man.
Their 'conversation' took yet another turn in the form of Jaron asking if they were friends. This, as most of their encounter thus far, took Zee by surprise. Were they friends? Anyone who had seen them argue and fight the first time they'd met would say no, but as she looked back at Jaron she saw the look on his face. "Yeah, sure." She said, just because she hated seeing that look on anyone and not because she wanted someone on PE to call a friend. That totally wasn't part of it. "We're friends."
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 30, 2016 11:48:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]He must've gotten her with the water, because when he looked back to her she was a step or two farther away. Well, that was the opposite of what he wanted to happen. "Aw, c'mon, don't be such a debbie downer," he said sadly, putting on his best pout. "Alright, so just undressing me in your mind," he shot back, tapping his temple like he was on to her. "I'm trying to help you out here, Zee," he added, very seriously, "You could at least pretend to be a little appreciative."At her outburst, Jaron just smiled. "If you think I wouldn't, then you don't know me very well," he pointed out. "Now c'mon!" With the words, he patted the water as one would pat their legs to call a dog. She finally looked at him, but he only caught the very beginning before he turned and started playing in the water again. Thank you, whiskey. At her confirmation, though, he leaned back and looked over his shoulder at her, smiling brilliantly. "Okay, good. That's what I thought." Later, if sober Jaron was able to play back this memory (questionable at this point), he'd probably over-analyze the tone she used. For now, though, he was content. What she still really not moving? Brow creased, Jaron whipped around. "C'mon Zee zee honey bee..," he said in his best enticing tone, wading back to the shore to hoist himself up to the waist. "I promise I don't bite..... hard." An angelic grin curled his lips. Starting to pull himself out further, he warned, "I will come out there..."[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 30, 2016 12:55:03 GMT -5
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Zee's mouth opened then shut as she almost denied undressing Jaron with her mind. She figured that he'd only claim that her denial was proof that she had been. But even if she had he definitely hadn't left a lot to the imagination the first time she'd met him. A look of confusion then settled itself onto her face as he kept talking. Help her out with what? Be appreciative of what? She was starting to wish he was sober because then he'd at least make a little bit of sense.
He was right though, she didn't know him very well, but she still doubted he'd jump out of the water completely naked just because she wouldn't get in. "I'm not a dog." She said as he patted the water and said "C'mon!" Did he really think that was going to make her jump in? Definitely not.
As he smiled at her after she said they were friends she couldn't help but think that that, so far, was the only good thing about him being drunk -- he smiled more. For the moment he seemed to forget about wanting her to get into the water with him.
He didn't forget nearly long enough.
"Zee ... Zee ... honey bee?" She repeated slowly and she took another step back. She certainly hadn't ever been called that before and it sounded weird coming out of Jaron's mouth, drunk or not. "Why do you want me in the water so bad?" She asked, then took another step back. "I really don't think you will." She said dismissively.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 30, 2016 13:34:14 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"] "Take is as a term of endearment," he said, waving his hand dismissively. That was something his manager had told him an awful lot - that those creepy, cut-out-of-magazines notes professing so-and-so's love for him were all just terms of endearment, and "Really, Leo, you should be flattered.""Uh... Because that's where I am, duh," he responded, making a face like it was the most obvious answer ever. He extended his elbows a little more, getting dangerously close to literally putting it all out there - something sober Jaron would be at least a little conflicted about but drunk Jaron was unperturbed by. She stepped back, taunted him again... so he did what he promised. Swinging a leg onto the rocky shore, he gradually lifted himself out of the water. Once he had his balance, he rushed toward her, one hand covering himself to preserve at least a little bit of his dignity. The alcohol must have been wearing off.. "I warned you!" he shouted as he approached. Her stunned stillness was a bonus, and without a moment's hesitation he dipped down to hook her behind the knees and shoulders and hoist her against his chest. Jaron smiled ruefully and, after taking a second to regain his balance, trudged toward the river. He kept moving regardless of what she did, because she should know better than to taunt someone like him. Unless, of course, he was one of a kind. The thought had him smirking smugly. Well, she'd learn if she stuck again. And since they were friends, it sounded like she probably should. Reaching the bank, he stood perpendicular and started swinging Zee back and forth as if he meant to throw her. Heh.. as if. "You can either get in of your own volition, or I'm tossing you," he warned, still swinging. "One.... TWO....."[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 30, 2016 14:10:45 GMT -5
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The only reason Zee had said that she didn't think Jaron would get out of the water was because she hadn't considered that his drunk self lacked a certain amount of modesty when compared to his sober self. It was a pretty stupid assumption considering just how drunk he appeared to be. She really, truly, honestly believed that he'd been bluffing and when he proved her wrong her jaw dropped. She stood there totally shocked, stunned into silence, and unable to move as he ran at her.
He had warned her and she should have believed him or taken of running. She probably could have made it to the treeline before he even got out of the water, but now it was too late. Still, her sense of self-preservation kicked in and she turned, intent on running away, but he was surprisingly fast for a drunk. Zee squeaked as she was scooped up into Jaron's arms, her own arms immediately wrapping around his neck so she wouldn't hit the ground if he dropped her.
"No." She said when they made it to the bank and he started swinging her back and forth. "Stop!" He was counting, but she still didn't break down and say 'fine, I'll swim' instead she said "Don't!" and let go of his neck to push against his chest to try and get him to let her go.
Jaron reached the count of three and Zee could feel him let go of her. "Jaron!" She shouted his name, but she was determined that she wasn't going into the water alone. No, that definitely wasn't happening. She grabbed at his arm, fully intent on dragging him into the water with her.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 30, 2016 14:26:42 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Jaron smiled victoriously when she grabbed onto him, feeling a sense of accomplishment. She wasn't kicking him, so that was a positive sign, right? Sure. "You sound like mouse," he chuckled, and he would have booped her on the nose if he didn't need both of his arms to carry her. "It's kind of cute." Yep, he'd said it. On the inside, he was groaning even if he was drunk. Damnit, it really was starting to wear off. Whatever - she didn't need to know that. He could still have fun. Her attempts to stop him were measly at best. "I don't think you actually mean that..." he said, smiling down at her with skepticism in his eyes. "Swim or throw, woman. It's up to you!" But of course her only really convincing move was to push against him, which had him nearly dropping her... And caused him to move up the timeline. On the next swing toward the water, he released her, chuckling as she flew.... Until he felt her hand close around his wrist and knock him off balance. It's not that he wasn't planning on swimming again. He totally was... But this way was awkward, and he had to do a little skip not to bang his knee on the bank. In so doing, he caused himself to land nearly on top of Zee. He thought his elbow hit some part of her, and then he was underwater. Upon resurfacing, he wiped both hands down his face and spewed water from his mouth. "Jesus, Zee," he scolded, "If you wanted to be that close, you could've just asked." Smirking, he swam forward a little so he had to paddle weird to keep from hitting her. It put them in about the same proximity as that time she dared him to kiss her. "Is this better?" he asked, voice dipping. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 30, 2016 15:19:29 GMT -5
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In hindsight it hadn't been a good idea to pull Jaron into the water with her, especailly if he was going to fall almost on top of her. Zee hit the water first and looked up toward the surface just in time for Jaron's elbow to smack her right in the face. Her attempts at swimming back to the surface stopped momentarily as she clutched at her face. Ugh, it hurt.
It was the need for air that drove Zee back to the surface and she was coughing and gasping for air, her back toward Jaron when she finally resurfaced. Her eyes were squeezed shut, one hand still clutching at her face as she swam toward the shallow area near the bank where she could stand. He was beind her, somewhere, talking but she wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. She was too focused on her face, but more specifically her nose.
"Owww." She groaned and finally opened her eyes. Blood seeped between her fingers and as she looked down she could see little droplets of it hitting the water and she groaned again. Not good. He was closer behind her than he had been before and she shook her head in response to his question. "No." And she finally turned to face him, though she didn't take her hand away from her face. "You hit me in the nose."
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 30, 2016 15:51:15 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but Zee being physically in pain wasn't one of them. He thought he'd hit her in the shoulder or something! But the way she was clutching her face - "Oh god, I'm so sorry!" he rushed out, waving his hands in front of him in a pathetic display of sincerity. A drop of blood made it past her hands to meet the water, and Jaron's eyes followed it the whole way as if in slow motion. Lids wide, he looked frantically back to her. "Ah! How can I help?" His arms extended so his hands hovered around her face, jerking here and there trying to determine where he should touch to make it better... if anywhere at all. Getting an idea, he moved away from her to rifle through his stuff. He'd worn his red shirt today, so it shouldn't matter if she got blood on it. Really, it wouldn't matter either way - he felt terrible. Talk about getting shocked out of drunkenness. Hurrying back to her with shirt in hand, he held it up. "Here, use this," he prompted, maybe holding it a little too close. "I don't care if it gets messed up." The words rushed out, and he was surprised to realize he actually meant them. Him - Jaron - the most materialistic person he knew. He drifted back as she did whatever she needed, head a little dipped in guilt. His hands went down to cover himself even though he was well underwater, feeling overly exposed in this shockingly less-drunk state. His eyes darted to the flask, considering taking another swig. But that would be a bad idea.... [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 30, 2016 16:20:38 GMT -5
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If her nose wouldn't have been hurting her as badly as it was she would have felt bad for the way Jaron freaked out over seeing her hurt. He waved his hands around and she wished that simple motion would make it all better. Then he was reaching for her and she stood still, half expecting him to pull her hand away from her nose so he could look at it, but then he stopped. "Ugh." She pinched her nose and tilted her head back to try and get the bleeding to stop, but it didn't seem to help that much.
"How do I make it stop bleeding?" She asked when Jaron asked how he could help, because she couldn't remember. It had been too long since she'd had a nosebleed. Of course neither of them were medics, but between the two of them they had to know a way. Her eyes followed him as he moved toward the shore and when he came back with his shirt she hesitated in taking it -- she didn't want to get blood on it even if it was a red shirt. It was his insistence that he didn't care if the shirt was messed up that finally made her take it and she held it against her nose. "Thanks."
Zee was quiet for a few minutes, but soon she felt the need to fill the silence, because it was too quiet. "I uh ... I guess this friendship is sealed in blood, huh?" She attempted to joke because seeing Jaron standing there looking upset was starting to make her feel bad. "It was just an accident." She said. "Its not the first time this has happened." And it most certainly wouldn't be the last.
It took a good couple of minutes for her nose to finally stop bleeding, but when it did she found herself looking at the darker spots of red on Jaron's shirt. "Sorry." She murmured, even though he had been the one to tell her to use it. She gingerly touched her nose with her free hand then looked at Jaron. "I don't think its broken... how does it look?"
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 30, 2016 19:14:43 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Seeing her hurt - and by his hand - stirred an ugly emotion in Jaron. Or at least, it was ugly to him. The guilt weighed him down so much he wondered how he stayed afloat. Even though, technically, he wouldn't have collided with her had she not grabbed for him at the last second. "I don't know... apply pressure?" he guessed, knowing when he drunkenly stumbled into something - or that time someone took a swipe at him - that was what his manager told him to do. It seemed to work then... He was looking down when she spoke again, and her tone surprised him enough to make him lift his head. "Heh... what?" he asked, daring to crack a smile. Once his brain processed, that smile grew wider. "Doesn't that mean I need to bleed, too? I mean.. I guess it's only fair..?" he added reluctantly, taking a single step forward, still covering himself. At her comment, his head cocked to the side. "That wasn't the first time you dragged a naked man into a river with you? And I thought we had something special...," he scoffed, trying out the whole 'make light of a serious situation' thing. "It's not a big deal," he said, retrieving his shirt. "It should wash out." Yeah, if they had soap here. Well... He could try now. As they continued talking, he dipped the material in the water and rubbed it againt itself where the blood had pooled. It would at least lesson the appearance. "...Like that hurt. A lot," he observed, taking in the flush over her nose. There was color under her eyes, too, and he'd be impressed if it didn't turn into a bruise. Satisfied with the shirt, Jaron waded over to where the rest of his stuff was and laid it flat on a rock to air dry. It was warm enough out that it shouldn't take too terribly long, but he'd probably still be treading home soggy. Whatever, it was his own damn fault. Turning back to Zee, he rubbed the heel of one hand against his eye. "Well that's one way to yank me off my high," he half-joked, half-complained. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 30, 2016 21:12:03 GMT -5
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Seeing Jaron smile at her attempted joke made Zee feel a little bit better, and when that smile grew she couldn't help but smile right back at him. "Weeelllllll..." She shrugged her shoulders. "I mean if you want to bleed to make it fair." But of course she didn't want him to bleed or even be hurt. "Or we could just pretend some of the blood on this shirt is yours and call it even." She suggested, which was obviously the route she was going to take.
"Well, no, I did this kind of thing all the time at home." She said with mock seriousness. "But I never dragged the same naked man into a river with me more than once. So." She was trying her hardest to keep a straight face. "We could do it again and then we'd have something special." She was grinning then beacuse she couldn't keep a straight face any longer.
She let go of the shirt when he took it, and while he claimed that the blood would wash out she didn't really think it would. They didn't hav any of the luxuries on PE that they did on Earth. Like running water. And laundry soap. She looked down, trying to catch a glimpse of her reflection in the water, but it wasn't still enough for her to see anything more than a distorted reflection. "It did hurt." It still hurt, but there was really no need to make him feel bad again -- not when she could keep making light of it. "But I'll tell ya what." She pressed on. "Put your boxers on and give me a hug and I'll forget all about it." She was only half joking, but she didn't think he'd know that.
While Jaron took care of his shirt, Zee tended to her boots. She stood on one leg and reached down to untie one boot then the other, pulled them off along with her socks and tossed them on the river bank. She turned back to him when he complained about being knocked off his high. "Yeah ... sorry." She said sincerely. "I really didn't mean to."
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