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Hi all. Currently takibg care of a personal emergency. Will be back and online by the weekend. If you see me online its because i just leave my accpunt on.
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Personally I'd love to wait for book 3 to nd before we begin this. I have conflicting issues when the source material is still running and things can still change. It's also a nice point to pick where the series stops.
I wasn't on for most of yesterday and I didn't get up early so I really could do the collab post. I guess for now we postpone it. The question is are you gonna post something while we wait for the confrontation to happen?
Hmm after watching the latest episode and finding out that thing about the lotus and the color I'm really hoping we get to be named Black Lotus.
Also my god that girl can waterbend through her waterbending....
Also my god that girl can waterbend through her waterbending....
That's cool. I'll post here when I'm online. Hopefully I can get on relatively early.
In spite of my, as you say, rather professional critique rant I am interested and depending on how it plays out I might join, but I might also not so please don't reserve a spot for me. Basically I'm in the fence.
I agree with Halvtand though I'm quite interested in playing a non bender character.
By the way how are you gonna handle the spirits?
I agree with Halvtand though I'm quite interested in playing a non bender character.
By the way how are you gonna handle the spirits?
When the woman came in, he was standing, calves braced against the metal of his bed. Around his hands were his MMA gloves and strewn around his feet were the contents of his bag. Everything too familiar and too foreign. He cried as he ripped up the backpack. He wanted to fill it with his frustration and confusion instead, but nothing tangible could ever hold them. That's what his doctor at Juvie reminded him of every week during one on ones. The push of the raft beneath his feet felt like the mats at the gym. Just enough give to absorb shock, but smacking down on it always reminded him of a belly flop into a pool. Stinging, breath-taking, and exhilirating in one go. Maybe that's what compelled him to drag his body out of fetal position on the floor and towards his gloves. His desire to cling to anything real (because, he's convinced, none of this can be real).
Maddie stared at the boy who was obviously stricken with what she hoped was fear. It was a sad thought that she wished fear onto another human being, but fear was better than sickness. Maddie approached the boy slowly and made sure to be gentle with him, which was going to be hard because Maddie was not one for gentleness. She's always been the cold hard medicated truth kind and not the sickeningly sweet type. The only she could do was be honest. "Saito?" Maddie opened. "Deepti told me that you're not one for touching so I won't touch you, but you need to tell me if you are hurt. Do you understand? If you are you have to tell me. I can help. I'm a doctor."
She reminds him of his mother. He knows the way she talks (the no-nonsense-get-shit-done voice). He heard it when he first woke up from the hospital, shaking from withdrawal. His mother smoothed down his hair, kissed his forehead, and put cotton balls between his wrist and the handcuffs on the railing of the bed. Saito says, "No." And he's confused by which question he's answering or if he's answering a question at all. "No," he tries again because he needs the control of knowing that he can assert himself. "I'm not hurt--" He doesn't want to say "I'm fine." It's a painful lie that he would tell his mom on days his stash was low and he didn't know where he could get his next fix.
"I'm not hurt," he repeats instead, flexing his fingers. The crackling of leather helps him put all of his weight on his feet.
Maddie knew the boy was lying. He recognized the face, the signs, and the symptoms. It was how addicts in denial and withdrawal acted. She treated people like him in the hospital all the time. There were two ways to treat these kinds of patients, acknowledge and go behind their back, or go at them from the front and attack head on. "Saito, I know that's not true. You need to tell me the truth or I can't help you." Maddie was never the clever manipulative type. "I know something's wrong, but you need to tell me. If you’re hurt you have to tell where it's hurt." Maddie was confident that the boy was physically fine. She was hoping that he was fine. The science department who briefed her on the matter told her that everyone should come out of it physically fine.
He frowns. "I said I wasn't hurt and I meant it. What the hell do you think I'm implying by saying something like that? You can't mess around with that. I'm not hurt means I'm not hurt." He steps forward, ankle rolling a bit over a bundle of bright rope.. "Actually, what the hell are you implying, Doctor?" His shoudler relax down his spine and his scalp tingles. This is how it feels every time he faces a challenging opponent. This is how he felt when he first fought that German-style boxer. The shadow burn of vodka coats his tongue. "You know something about my body I need to know? If ya do, please, clue me in."
The kid was a textbook case, it was kind of sad. "Fine...if you want to pretend that you're okay then I'll let you, but if you start hurting then you have to tell me." Maddie was backing down. This was simply the easiest choice since aggravating the kid would lead to violence. She hated that she was backing down, but honestly she didn't have any medication to calm the kid down. "I do know this. I know about your past, I know about what you've done and what you did. I know about your tendencies and vices. I know about your parents, friends, habits, skills, and talents. I know what kind of man you are. I also know that you're clean and fine because if you weren't then you wouldn't be here. I know a lot about you Mr. Nijinsky." Maddie was playing a dangerous game, but she was quite ready to play. "You on the other hand know nothing. If you want to know more then you'll stop pretending to be the weak child we both know you aren't. If you really want to know what's happening you're gonna come outside and listen to what I have to say."
His stomach drops and then rushes up his throat. His finger tips burn with energy. Shame and anger twist inside of him. He wants to punch her for stealing his secrets. He wants to hug her for taking away their burden. So he settles with shoving her away from him because the idea of hugging her is repulsive and the idea of punching her is too seductive. (Or is it reverse?) He paces five steps, turns and paces back. His chest parallel to the Doc's as he talks. "Ya, sure, I'll listen to you. 'Cause you know it all, don't you." He's not asking her a question. "So herd me to my pen and I'll bark like a good 'ol doggy," he says cracking his wrists. "They say I do that in my file, too? Is that why I'm here? Fine. I'll play that role. I'll play it until I don't need it any more."
It was a strong shove that was filled with emotion, but Maddie was used to such things. She got them from kids in her neighborhoods, the people that she worked with, and the patients that she took care of. It didn't faze her one bit. "Fine play all you want, but you won't be for long. None of us can play or have fun anymore even if you want to." Maddie was aware of what the kid was trying to get at, but she was also trying to make a point. "As for your file, well, it was expected given the circumstances. It's also what got you here and why you're perfect for this team." All of them here was troubled. She was troubled. It was the reason why they were formed. Maddie didn't bother to talk to him any further. The boy got to his feet, fixed himself, and followed her out of the tent, out of the dome, and into the open air.
Moments after the two of them left Deepti and Simon followed suit. Maddie looked out into the other raft where the other members of the team were watching them. Maddie watched them one by one and was glad to see that he tehy looked fine. Arrios was lying down on the raft on his side. The man was looking pale and green in the face, there was vomit by his mouth. Motion sickness was her first clue. "Looks like we're all here" Maddie said sadly. It was time to face the music.
Maddie stared at the boy who was obviously stricken with what she hoped was fear. It was a sad thought that she wished fear onto another human being, but fear was better than sickness. Maddie approached the boy slowly and made sure to be gentle with him, which was going to be hard because Maddie was not one for gentleness. She's always been the cold hard medicated truth kind and not the sickeningly sweet type. The only she could do was be honest. "Saito?" Maddie opened. "Deepti told me that you're not one for touching so I won't touch you, but you need to tell me if you are hurt. Do you understand? If you are you have to tell me. I can help. I'm a doctor."
She reminds him of his mother. He knows the way she talks (the no-nonsense-get-shit-done voice). He heard it when he first woke up from the hospital, shaking from withdrawal. His mother smoothed down his hair, kissed his forehead, and put cotton balls between his wrist and the handcuffs on the railing of the bed. Saito says, "No." And he's confused by which question he's answering or if he's answering a question at all. "No," he tries again because he needs the control of knowing that he can assert himself. "I'm not hurt--" He doesn't want to say "I'm fine." It's a painful lie that he would tell his mom on days his stash was low and he didn't know where he could get his next fix.
"I'm not hurt," he repeats instead, flexing his fingers. The crackling of leather helps him put all of his weight on his feet.
Maddie knew the boy was lying. He recognized the face, the signs, and the symptoms. It was how addicts in denial and withdrawal acted. She treated people like him in the hospital all the time. There were two ways to treat these kinds of patients, acknowledge and go behind their back, or go at them from the front and attack head on. "Saito, I know that's not true. You need to tell me the truth or I can't help you." Maddie was never the clever manipulative type. "I know something's wrong, but you need to tell me. If you’re hurt you have to tell where it's hurt." Maddie was confident that the boy was physically fine. She was hoping that he was fine. The science department who briefed her on the matter told her that everyone should come out of it physically fine.
He frowns. "I said I wasn't hurt and I meant it. What the hell do you think I'm implying by saying something like that? You can't mess around with that. I'm not hurt means I'm not hurt." He steps forward, ankle rolling a bit over a bundle of bright rope.. "Actually, what the hell are you implying, Doctor?" His shoudler relax down his spine and his scalp tingles. This is how it feels every time he faces a challenging opponent. This is how he felt when he first fought that German-style boxer. The shadow burn of vodka coats his tongue. "You know something about my body I need to know? If ya do, please, clue me in."
The kid was a textbook case, it was kind of sad. "Fine...if you want to pretend that you're okay then I'll let you, but if you start hurting then you have to tell me." Maddie was backing down. This was simply the easiest choice since aggravating the kid would lead to violence. She hated that she was backing down, but honestly she didn't have any medication to calm the kid down. "I do know this. I know about your past, I know about what you've done and what you did. I know about your tendencies and vices. I know about your parents, friends, habits, skills, and talents. I know what kind of man you are. I also know that you're clean and fine because if you weren't then you wouldn't be here. I know a lot about you Mr. Nijinsky." Maddie was playing a dangerous game, but she was quite ready to play. "You on the other hand know nothing. If you want to know more then you'll stop pretending to be the weak child we both know you aren't. If you really want to know what's happening you're gonna come outside and listen to what I have to say."
His stomach drops and then rushes up his throat. His finger tips burn with energy. Shame and anger twist inside of him. He wants to punch her for stealing his secrets. He wants to hug her for taking away their burden. So he settles with shoving her away from him because the idea of hugging her is repulsive and the idea of punching her is too seductive. (Or is it reverse?) He paces five steps, turns and paces back. His chest parallel to the Doc's as he talks. "Ya, sure, I'll listen to you. 'Cause you know it all, don't you." He's not asking her a question. "So herd me to my pen and I'll bark like a good 'ol doggy," he says cracking his wrists. "They say I do that in my file, too? Is that why I'm here? Fine. I'll play that role. I'll play it until I don't need it any more."
It was a strong shove that was filled with emotion, but Maddie was used to such things. She got them from kids in her neighborhoods, the people that she worked with, and the patients that she took care of. It didn't faze her one bit. "Fine play all you want, but you won't be for long. None of us can play or have fun anymore even if you want to." Maddie was aware of what the kid was trying to get at, but she was also trying to make a point. "As for your file, well, it was expected given the circumstances. It's also what got you here and why you're perfect for this team." All of them here was troubled. She was troubled. It was the reason why they were formed. Maddie didn't bother to talk to him any further. The boy got to his feet, fixed himself, and followed her out of the tent, out of the dome, and into the open air.
Moments after the two of them left Deepti and Simon followed suit. Maddie looked out into the other raft where the other members of the team were watching them. Maddie watched them one by one and was glad to see that he tehy looked fine. Arrios was lying down on the raft on his side. The man was looking pale and green in the face, there was vomit by his mouth. Motion sickness was her first clue. "Looks like we're all here" Maddie said sadly. It was time to face the music.
I'm here. Sorry it's kind of late.
Here's the link https://titanpad.com/LPh96n4Bld
EDIT: Okay so I actually need to wait for you to post first since we still need to get blue team out of the dome and into the open space where their rafts are touching.
By the way to avoid confusion on the whole dome/tent/raft thing I think we should refer to them as separate things for now to avoid confusion.. I'm thinking, We say raft when we mean the enture boat, dome for the large dome shaped building, and tent for everyone's personal room. Is that okay?
EDIT 2: IF we don't get to do this today you can go ahead just make a normal post. Our first goal whould be to get everyone out of the domes so they could all meet each other.
Here's the link https://titanpad.com/LPh96n4Bld
EDIT: Okay so I actually need to wait for you to post first since we still need to get blue team out of the dome and into the open space where their rafts are touching.
By the way to avoid confusion on the whole dome/tent/raft thing I think we should refer to them as separate things for now to avoid confusion.. I'm thinking, We say raft when we mean the enture boat, dome for the large dome shaped building, and tent for everyone's personal room. Is that okay?
EDIT 2: IF we don't get to do this today you can go ahead just make a normal post. Our first goal whould be to get everyone out of the domes so they could all meet each other.
It's an interesting concept, not entirely original, but these days most premises aren't. I'd be interested in doing this, but my issue with it is the whole Korra being missing thing. I understand that it's part of the premise, but unless it's necessary to the overarching plot why have Korra go missing? If her being gone is not entirely necessary to how the story goes then there's really no need for her part in the story. That's just my professional opinion though.
My personal opinion on the matter though is that I think the story would be much better if it's not set in the world after the show rather in the between LOA and LOK. I was thinking along the lines of years after Aang died and Korra has either yet to have been found or still doing her training. Going at it this way we can do less work because we have an idea of how things are and how things are going to be in the world. There's also the matter of the chosen one's as a group, while I understand the reason for them why would it be necessary to make an an entire group when all that they would be doing is White Lotus jobs, but in secret ala LOA White Lotus and not mainstream LOK White Lotus. To be fair I do understand that if we go through the story this way there would be no airbendenders (BTW it tries to auto-correct airbender to bartender which is kind of funny to me), which does kind of suck and takes away the five man band element.
Anyway I apologize for the rant. but it was a horrible day and I needed to let off some steam. This is highly unprofessional of me and also rude. I apologize deeply and hope that this does not ruin anything for you.
Hmmm I just realized that the chosen one's could also be called the Black Lotus, a sort of task force White Lotus master agents. They're main job is to look out for any threats to the balance of the world and maintain peace throughout the world, while (possibly) searing for the Avatar and protecting her from those who want to hurt her (Zaheer and his gang.).
My personal opinion on the matter though is that I think the story would be much better if it's not set in the world after the show rather in the between LOA and LOK. I was thinking along the lines of years after Aang died and Korra has either yet to have been found or still doing her training. Going at it this way we can do less work because we have an idea of how things are and how things are going to be in the world. There's also the matter of the chosen one's as a group, while I understand the reason for them why would it be necessary to make an an entire group when all that they would be doing is White Lotus jobs, but in secret ala LOA White Lotus and not mainstream LOK White Lotus. To be fair I do understand that if we go through the story this way there would be no airbendenders (BTW it tries to auto-correct airbender to bartender which is kind of funny to me), which does kind of suck and takes away the five man band element.
Anyway I apologize for the rant. but it was a horrible day and I needed to let off some steam. This is highly unprofessional of me and also rude. I apologize deeply and hope that this does not ruin anything for you.
Hmmm I just realized that the chosen one's could also be called the Black Lotus, a sort of task force White Lotus master agents. They're main job is to look out for any threats to the balance of the world and maintain peace throughout the world, while (possibly) searing for the Avatar and protecting her from those who want to hurt her (Zaheer and his gang.).
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I don't mind the sap really as long as it's not everything is too sappy. This story is a dram so internal monologues, wise sayings, and enlightened moments are common occurrences.
I'm rather displeases with Summer in this post. I don't know why, but I still can't figure out how to properly write her dialog. I'm going for an immature and somewhat naive voice, but surprisingly smart and strong willed. Also I need to work on transitions more since the back and forth form Summer to Alex is kind of weird.
I don't mind the sap really as long as it's not everything is too sappy. This story is a dram so internal monologues, wise sayings, and enlightened moments are common occurrences.
I'm rather displeases with Summer in this post. I don't know why, but I still can't figure out how to properly write her dialog. I'm going for an immature and somewhat naive voice, but surprisingly smart and strong willed. Also I need to work on transitions more since the back and forth form Summer to Alex is kind of weird.
The young girl, Deepti, was surprisingly resilient. Maddie could see hurt in her eyes, but at the same time there was fortitude and strength, a silent storm that doesn’t go away. Deepti kind of reminded Maddie of herself when she was younger, but this girl was more polite whereas when Maddie was young she had a sharp and often relentless tongue. She figured that since she was acting this way the previous slow child talk is no longer necessary.
“There’s another boy in the next room. See if he needs help and try to bring him outside. I’ll care the prickly one”. It was somewhat odd treating someone much younger than her like an adult, but Maddie to. There was no time for baby talk. For the unforeseen time they had to be adults even if they don’t to. Being a child was not something they could afford anymore.
The one that spooked Deepti, Maddie assumed was the Saito boy. Prior to being frozen she was given a rough idea on how the kids have lived and how they are as people and the other boy, Simon was the quiet type whereas Saito was a bit more abrasive. Using that knowledge Maddie went ahead and removed most of the pleasantries in her tone when she approached the Nijinsky boy. She stood by the doorframe and told the kid as mercilessly and commanding as she could. “Saito Nijinsky I presume? MY name’s Maddie Bates.” Maddie could have been nicer to the young man, but being nice and pleasant flew out the window ages ago. “Are you feeling okay? If you are you should grab your stuff and go outside. The fresh air will do your stiff body some good. We have a lot of talking to do”
The unfamiliar voice was a bit of a shock. Her appearance was even more of a shock. The small town Simon grew up in pretty much isolated him from cultures beyond the White Anglos Saxon People so it was a surprise that the first face she encountered on this journey was that of a little Indian girl. She was small, adorable, but had a weather looked to her face. She talked fast, but gentle, had very little trace of an accent, and she spoke like an educated woman. These wear good signs.
The sight of a human being definitely calmed him down. The fear of being left alone was a tortuous feeling that crippled Simon’s mind, but this girl blew that fear right out of the water. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.?” He was never good with people, but children were different. They were often honest and didn’t play mind games with Simon. “I’m sorry to hear that you’re not okay, but you’re right I guess that means things get better.” Truthfully Simon didn’t believe that. He believed that things never get too bad, but rarely get any good, always just okay and more so crushingly okay, but she didn’t need to know that.
Once he heard about the woman who had information, Simon got scared a bit. People with power and knowledge meant that they had the upper hand. If this woman did know something they didn’t that meant she could what she wants. “Is that so?” Simon said. “I’ll come with you then. Let me just grab my stuff here.” He told her making sure to keep an eye for her. He closed the bag and put it on himself with relative ease. “Hmmm it’s a perfect fit.” He told himself. “Shall we go?” Simon said with a forced smile.
Summer’s been called ma’am many times before. There were those that worked in their house, his father’s associates, and people who knew of her status. For most of her life being called a ma’am was good thing until they had to move into the streets. The kids in her new school teased her with ma’am as well given that she acted like one. The word ma’am used to mean something good to her, but every time she heard it now all she could think off where those bitchy (excuse the term) girls and the douche bags (excuse her language) who picked on her day in and day out. It is for this very reason that Summer was surprised and then ticked off when she was being called ma’am with such a sassy tone while out in the open sea.
“Excuse me?” She said to the female who called her ma’am. “I’m too young to be called a ma’am, a nurse or a PA, whatever that is. And no way in hell am I a stay at home mother I’m like sixteen how could I have kid so young.” When she turned around to face the woman she followed with “Ma’am.” Summer nothing off it of course. She was just trying to be fun unaware of how her words and tone really made her sound.
After speaking her rather honest words Summer immediately noticed the two men behind the woman. One of the men was Alex, the tattooed guy who helped her out of the cage and the other man who had vomit on his face. “Ewww” Summer exclaimed, but she wasn’t worried or sickened by the view. She knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of one of those situations. “I’m not a doctor, but the guy’s probably sea sick. Most people who’ve never been in the middle of the ocean get it.”
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Watching the young woman leave left Alex kind of confused, but at the same time kind of red in the face. She was quite something and even though they’ve only just met Alex could tell what kind of woman Cherry was. Alex giggled at his new nickname Mr. Clueless. It certainly did fit him seeing as he was a clueless man in many aspects, but he thought nothing of it. He’s never been up front with girls always the shy type with them really which is why he never got to say anything witty or funny to her before she left. It wasn’t that he couldn’t follow up on the conversation later, but the moment would have already been lost.
The guy wasn’t all that heavy, but to be fair Alex was a fairly athletic young man so that made huge difference. Cherry looked like she was in shape as well, but anatomy made a huge difference. He was no physician, but he’d studied enough naked bodies and anatomical figures for work and pleasure that he knew well enough on how different the male and female bodies can be.
Carrying Mr. Friendly was an easy task for Alex which is how he got to the end of Cherry and Summer’s, what appears to be an introduction. “Ladies” He introduced himself with a smile as he gently dropped Friendly on the ground. “Got any ideas what’s wrong with him?” Alex got his answer from the Summer girl who looked okay now. “Sea sick huh?” It explained a lot since some people are just not naturally good with water. Alex was lucky enough that he grew up in California so the beach and the ocean were familiar to him.
“Ummm put him on his side so he doesn’t throw up. All over himself and drown in his vomit. Other than that there’s nothing we can really do since he’s asleep.” Summer told them. Alex, surprised at the familiar tone on the girl’s voice who was just panicking moment before did as he was told. The guy was easy to roll to his side on the smooth surface of the raft. “Well that’s that.” He looked at the unconscious man who was looking sicker than ever when he focused on his attention on the two girls. “So…” It was time to face the music he supposed. “Ideas?’
“There’s another boy in the next room. See if he needs help and try to bring him outside. I’ll care the prickly one”. It was somewhat odd treating someone much younger than her like an adult, but Maddie to. There was no time for baby talk. For the unforeseen time they had to be adults even if they don’t to. Being a child was not something they could afford anymore.
The one that spooked Deepti, Maddie assumed was the Saito boy. Prior to being frozen she was given a rough idea on how the kids have lived and how they are as people and the other boy, Simon was the quiet type whereas Saito was a bit more abrasive. Using that knowledge Maddie went ahead and removed most of the pleasantries in her tone when she approached the Nijinsky boy. She stood by the doorframe and told the kid as mercilessly and commanding as she could. “Saito Nijinsky I presume? MY name’s Maddie Bates.” Maddie could have been nicer to the young man, but being nice and pleasant flew out the window ages ago. “Are you feeling okay? If you are you should grab your stuff and go outside. The fresh air will do your stiff body some good. We have a lot of talking to do”
The unfamiliar voice was a bit of a shock. Her appearance was even more of a shock. The small town Simon grew up in pretty much isolated him from cultures beyond the White Anglos Saxon People so it was a surprise that the first face she encountered on this journey was that of a little Indian girl. She was small, adorable, but had a weather looked to her face. She talked fast, but gentle, had very little trace of an accent, and she spoke like an educated woman. These wear good signs.
The sight of a human being definitely calmed him down. The fear of being left alone was a tortuous feeling that crippled Simon’s mind, but this girl blew that fear right out of the water. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.?” He was never good with people, but children were different. They were often honest and didn’t play mind games with Simon. “I’m sorry to hear that you’re not okay, but you’re right I guess that means things get better.” Truthfully Simon didn’t believe that. He believed that things never get too bad, but rarely get any good, always just okay and more so crushingly okay, but she didn’t need to know that.
Once he heard about the woman who had information, Simon got scared a bit. People with power and knowledge meant that they had the upper hand. If this woman did know something they didn’t that meant she could what she wants. “Is that so?” Simon said. “I’ll come with you then. Let me just grab my stuff here.” He told her making sure to keep an eye for her. He closed the bag and put it on himself with relative ease. “Hmmm it’s a perfect fit.” He told himself. “Shall we go?” Simon said with a forced smile.
Summer’s been called ma’am many times before. There were those that worked in their house, his father’s associates, and people who knew of her status. For most of her life being called a ma’am was good thing until they had to move into the streets. The kids in her new school teased her with ma’am as well given that she acted like one. The word ma’am used to mean something good to her, but every time she heard it now all she could think off where those bitchy (excuse the term) girls and the douche bags (excuse her language) who picked on her day in and day out. It is for this very reason that Summer was surprised and then ticked off when she was being called ma’am with such a sassy tone while out in the open sea.
“Excuse me?” She said to the female who called her ma’am. “I’m too young to be called a ma’am, a nurse or a PA, whatever that is. And no way in hell am I a stay at home mother I’m like sixteen how could I have kid so young.” When she turned around to face the woman she followed with “Ma’am.” Summer nothing off it of course. She was just trying to be fun unaware of how her words and tone really made her sound.
After speaking her rather honest words Summer immediately noticed the two men behind the woman. One of the men was Alex, the tattooed guy who helped her out of the cage and the other man who had vomit on his face. “Ewww” Summer exclaimed, but she wasn’t worried or sickened by the view. She knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of one of those situations. “I’m not a doctor, but the guy’s probably sea sick. Most people who’ve never been in the middle of the ocean get it.”
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Watching the young woman leave left Alex kind of confused, but at the same time kind of red in the face. She was quite something and even though they’ve only just met Alex could tell what kind of woman Cherry was. Alex giggled at his new nickname Mr. Clueless. It certainly did fit him seeing as he was a clueless man in many aspects, but he thought nothing of it. He’s never been up front with girls always the shy type with them really which is why he never got to say anything witty or funny to her before she left. It wasn’t that he couldn’t follow up on the conversation later, but the moment would have already been lost.
The guy wasn’t all that heavy, but to be fair Alex was a fairly athletic young man so that made huge difference. Cherry looked like she was in shape as well, but anatomy made a huge difference. He was no physician, but he’d studied enough naked bodies and anatomical figures for work and pleasure that he knew well enough on how different the male and female bodies can be.
Carrying Mr. Friendly was an easy task for Alex which is how he got to the end of Cherry and Summer’s, what appears to be an introduction. “Ladies” He introduced himself with a smile as he gently dropped Friendly on the ground. “Got any ideas what’s wrong with him?” Alex got his answer from the Summer girl who looked okay now. “Sea sick huh?” It explained a lot since some people are just not naturally good with water. Alex was lucky enough that he grew up in California so the beach and the ocean were familiar to him.
“Ummm put him on his side so he doesn’t throw up. All over himself and drown in his vomit. Other than that there’s nothing we can really do since he’s asleep.” Summer told them. Alex, surprised at the familiar tone on the girl’s voice who was just panicking moment before did as he was told. The guy was easy to roll to his side on the smooth surface of the raft. “Well that’s that.” He looked at the unconscious man who was looking sicker than ever when he focused on his attention on the two girls. “So…” It was time to face the music he supposed. “Ideas?’
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