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Post by porsche osbourne on Feb 18, 2012 1:38:25 GMT -5
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while porsche certainly didn't feel completely "at home" here (she didn't consider herself an animal, after all), exploring the Island of Rare Animals was certainly an intriguing and enjoyable way for her to spend her day; it was a nice deviation from the usual "drink-yourself-into-unconsciousness" kind of day. animals were very interesting; they came in so many shapes. in so many sizes. they were a little strange-looking -- porsche flinched at the sight of a hippo-gorilla hybrid -- but it was very.. it was very different. hard to describe.
porsche had found her place on a very broad branch attached to a large, sturdy tree. she gripped the branch with both hands on either side of her, and kept her legs crossed. while the animals were nothing short of fascinating, she rather preferred to view them from a distance. perhaps some native would come along in search of prey and end up locked in a battle to the death with some strange creature -- did natives live on this island in the first place, though? hmm. porsche couldn't recall. she couldn't see why not.
ultimately the long-haired alcoholic had the sinking feeling that she wasn't going to only be running into animals, today. but normally her "sinking feelings" were just the result of too much liquor.. though, she actually didn't drink anything today. at least, not to her knowledge. sometimes it was just second nature for her to drink.
"mm," she thought aloud, a dainty, long-fingered hand now teasing at her jaw.
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This is the rebel love song.[/style]
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Post by Alexander Brand on Feb 18, 2012 14:52:08 GMT -5
 Pledge Your Life, Accept The Pleasure Of My Presence
Vapor exploded into existence. Coral cut lips, for just a second, parted as they released a breath strangled with impatience holding hands with frustration. A bead of sweat, perhaps leftover due, or foreign solution dripped across his bare chest as he trudged through thick forestry. A small scar was slowly carved into the jungle as he excised a bushel of leaves every so often, the sticky green blood of plants thoroughly caking his machete by now. His footsteps, waterproofed boots, stamped out miniscule life beneath him as he seethed with the rage of a falsified treasure story. He gazed forward with amber slits, shade obscuring details of his face, the source of which was provided by his shirt wrapped ‘round his head and the foliage that grew above his being.
He didn’t feel the need to be stuck, stranded, suckered on rare animal island. He didn’t know the layout well enough to predict the grazing patterns of dangerous predators, nor did he know what plants were edible, he had to rely on his rough map and what food he took with him. He swiveled his neck, casting caustic gazes ‘round the foliage, he aimed to cause it all to wither with his distaste. The hourglass was empty on his patience, not only would he have work harder to make up for the loss of supplies, but he would need a whole new set of information. His free hand clamped down tightly on the map, creasing it father than the heat had already done.
He sighed and let his weight come to settle upon a tree, nondescript, but large in its trunk. The hand on his machete slackened, his gun tucked away from sight and his rapier almost the same. He had put himself in quite the quandary. He tilted his head, relaxing his neck for just this instance to attempt a snatch at some, and above, above him he saw a face looking down. He didn’t panic, he was just… surprised?
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Post by porsche osbourne on Feb 18, 2012 17:02:41 GMT -5
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aha! that sinking feeling was apparently right on point, because within moments a man -- a noticeably fatigued man -- cut his way through the woods and found his resting place at the foot of the tree that porsche had claimed herself. she met his eyes once he looked up at her, and then paused for a fairly brief moment. she didn't immediately know what to do or say, so she just went with the obvious: "oh, hello," she said, adding to her words with a nonchalant wave of the hand.
she then returned her grip to the branch for support, slithering forward until she felt safe enough to let herself fall to the ground. with a solid land, she was now standing next to the man -- she had already clocked his rapier and machete, and made sure that she wasn't within range of being cut. "you don't often expect to find people out here," she continued, offering quick glances around her, before returning her gaze to him -- and then, to his moistened body. "let alone someone as attractive as you." she finished, clearly unafraid to deal out compliments. she was a very personable kind of person. her right arm was gripping her left elbow now, and her left finger was nudging at her chin; she was in, more or less, a sort of "thinking" position. what fun might she have today? she just had to wonder.
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This is the rebel love song.[/style]
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