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Post by Jarrod on Sept 23, 2007 15:06:02 GMT -5
Arriving at the dock, Jarrod fished out the line and set it beside Namir. He grabbed under Pete's arm, supporting him as he lowered him down on the dock. "Be right back," he said, jogging back down the dock towards a derilect warehouse. In a few minutes he came back, sitting down beside her and Pete. In one hand he held a metal bucket, in the other a bag. "I have a friend who gave me these. Best crab bait ever!" he enthused, "it's never failed me yet!" And reaching in, he pulled out something that looked rather like a whitish sausage, dripping with watery blood. Tying one end of the line around the middle, he dropped it into the water, watching through the crystal water as it hit the bottom. "Don't be shy," he encouraged, "grab a line and join in!"
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 23, 2007 15:28:26 GMT -5
Namir smelled the blood hit the air as soon as he stepped out of the shack. She raised her eyebrow at the sausage.. "What the hell is that?"
She thanked god that she didn't have to pick that up with her mouth, she yanked it out of the bucket with her fingers and put it on the line with a plop it hit the water. "How do you suppose we get the crab out, Jarrod? You don't use crab cages?" She held onto her line with one hand. "You're taking fresh sea food to a new level."
Namir saw a silver fish flit by in the water, she watched it intensely and with lightening speed she reached in the water and grabbed it, the fish still wriggling veraciously in her hand.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 23, 2007 15:34:49 GMT -5
Jarrod watched his line intently, waiting. Not moving his gaze, he said, "You just pull it up. Watch." Just then, a blue crab scuttled near the oozing thing, claws snapping open and closed. Eyestalks moving around, it finally got near enough to reach out a claw and eat a tidbit of the meat. Then it climbed on top, holding on with one claw and eating voraciously. Carefully, Jarrod drew in the line until the distracted crab was right beneath the surface. With a lightning fast motion, he grabbed the crab by the back, flipping it behind him into the bucket. "And that's how it's done!" he said triumphantly. "Nice catch, by the way. Just release it or throw it in the bucket if you want." he said. "Oh, and by the way," he continued, glancing mischieviously at her out of the corners of his green eyes, "those are chicken necks."
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 23, 2007 16:07:46 GMT -5
Namir had been talking to her fish as Jarrod talked, sucking in her cheeks and making wide eyes. She noticed the stare of her companions, "Oh. heheh. Sorry." she apologized and threw the fish in the bucket, feeling mournful for a second. She pulled her crab up quickly flipping it into the bucket with the fish, she cringed, not wanting to keep it in her fingers longer than two seconds.
"Gentleman, please excuse me for a second." she said as she gracefully stood up and ran up the beach. The smell of chicken blood had tempted her too much, she had to go take care of it right now. Half way up the beach she transformed into a wolf her silken black fur shining in the moonlight. She ran into a small patch of trees where she could hear rabbits rustling in the bushes. Namir caught a rabbit and laid down on her belly eating the rabbit quickly as possible. Then she padded back down the beach and down the dock. Namir picked up the bucket in her teeth and nudged Pete with her cold nose to get up.
Just as she looked up at Jarrod a crab reached up with its claw and grabbed the skin underneath her chin she yelped and whimpered tucking her tail between her legs and released the bucket. Namir began to try to shake the crab off. HELP
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 23, 2007 16:18:36 GMT -5
Jarrod watched her go for a second. Seeing her transform into a black wolf, he shook his head, commenting, "She's not very cautious, is she?" If he were a werewolf, he would be very careful to make sure no one saw him do that. Turning his attention back to his fishing, he was pleased to note that there were three crabs on his line. Pulling them in and expertly putting them in the bucket, he heard the click of blunt claws on the dock. He saw her pick up the bucket and was about to warn her to be careful when a crab nipped her muzzle. He lunged, catching the bucket as it rolled, sweeping the scuttling blue crabs back into their metal confinement. Wolf Namir, meanwhile, tore around the dock, trying to get the stubborn crab off, yelping loudly. Without thinking twice, Jarrod jumped, catching the large, panicked wolf around the neck with one muscular arm. He managed to hold her long enough to pull the crab off her black jaw, then he released her, scratches beginning to show up on his leg. "Geez, Namir," he said, dropping the crab back in with its condemned bretheren, "You didn't need to freak like that!"
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 23, 2007 16:33:12 GMT -5
It hurt! Sorry about your leg. Namir bowed her head in apology. Just then she picked the bucket back up in her mouth growling at the crabs before hand and trotted back up to the shack with the bucket, her muzzle crab free.
You guys coming? she looked back at them, she was already sitting on the porch, the bucket of clicking crabs a foot in front of her, safely out of range. By the way, I think I'm safe enough, with all of the drugs out on the market, anyone who claimed they saw a girl change into a wolf would be thrown into rehab, arrested, or sent to a mental hospital. Besides, if anything happened to me, I'm sure Pete wouldn't forget me, or my captor. I'd eventually be released if I couldn't do it myself. Either that, or I'd bite. She smiled her teeth gleamed with her topaz eyes.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 23, 2007 16:55:30 GMT -5
Jarrod shook his head, sighing at her impulsiveness. Helping Pete along by putting an arm across his shoulders, they made their way back to the shack, Marvin perched on Jarrod's head like a decorous hat. When they ascended the gently sloping dune and saw the porch, the blue parrot flew off, landing on the back of the black wolf. Who let the dogs out? he questioned, bobbing his head comically up and down. Jarrod said, "Yes, but I would think if you could avoid getting captured or seen, you would want to. I wouldn't want some innocent person's life ruined by treatment and accusations of craziness." Going inside, he filled a pot with water, then put it on the stove to boil. Sitting back on the edge of the porch, he rested his chin in his hands. "So, tell me about yourself," he said kindly, "you already know about me."
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 23, 2007 17:14:02 GMT -5
Namir growled threateningly at the parrot as she slipped through the door at Pete's heels. Once as she got inside she transformed back into her human form. "Yes, that's true," she admitted. "I never thought about it that way, but not many people brave the beach at night."
Namir sat down in the chair curling her leg under her, "Is there anything I can help you with?" she inquired looking at the food to prepare.
"Well, I was sent to Buenos Aires two years ago when my parents died to a bilingual school, I stayed with my foster parents for a couple years until I graduated and then my fiance and I moved back home to Italy. Then he became posessed by a demon, and got abusive, and I was forced to leave from our home we had created, our wedding was planned to be a week later. So right now I'm a little more of a nomad, figuring things out before I settle anywhere in particular. "
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 23, 2007 20:05:33 GMT -5
Jarrod listened to her story sympathetically. When she finished, he said, "Well, I can't say that I've ever had a demon possessed fiance. I'm sorry that you lost that." He stared out the window for a little bit, both of them lost in their own thoughts, his sea green eyes reflecting the ocean in the distance. "So you are bilingual?" he finally said, "that's a great talent. I know a bit of Spanish, but not enough to be fluent. But as for helping.." he looked around, scratching his head. "I guess you can help me put the crabs in the pot." This should be interesting; she didn't seem to like crabs very much.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 23, 2007 20:15:54 GMT -5
"Thank you for your support, Jarrod. But it's for the best that we're apart now, I still mourn who he was before that thing took him over. I'll never have that back, but the only thing to do now is to keep your chin up and move on to bigger and better things." She smiled.
Namir cursed under her breath as she walked over to the kitchen. She looked in the bucket at the crab hearing the clicking of their claws as their eye stalks quickly rotated to fixate on her, "I'll get you." The crab snapped its claws at her and skittered closer to her edge of the bucket. "Oh, so you want to challenge me?" she cleared her throat. "Jarrod... I'm going to need some tongs." she said darkly. Namir dug through the drawers until she pulled out a big pair of barbeque tongs and walked over to the bucket, the crab still snapping in rebellion. Namir clacked the tongs together like the crab did his claws, reached in with the tongs snapped up the crab and stuck her tongue out at him, then quickly tossed him in the pot with a plop as he hit the water. "Does anyone else want a piece of me?" she said clacking her tongs again at the crabs. Quickly then they seemed to be a little less rebellious and tipped the bucket over the boiling hot water.
"Yes I'm biligual," she said snapping out of her crab destroying sadistic state. "I'm working on being tri lingual right now, I'm hoping to be fluent in Japanese..eventually. If you studied you'd become fluent, more or less." she smiled encouragingly.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 23, 2007 20:49:12 GMT -5
He watched her, amused, as she fought the crabs with the giant tongs, a vicious look on her pretty face. Marvin, perched on his shoulder, watched too, clacking his beak as she tipped the crabs in. "You know," Jarrod said amusedly, "you could have just dumped them all in to begin with." The crabs in the water quickly stopped moving, the heat killing them within seconds. Bubbles of salty water threatened to pop and overflow the surface. "Now we leave those until they are a bright, bright blue," Jarrod explained.
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Post by Pete on Sept 23, 2007 21:05:28 GMT -5
Pete smirked at Jarrod as he stood to his feet, his healing almost complete. "Hey Jarrod, I'll bet the contents of Namir's left pocket I can beat you in a race." Laughing he awkwardly walked over to the two lovebirds to be and patted them on their backs. "I'll give you a ten second head start." hehe, watch this Namir. "GO!"
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 23, 2007 21:06:47 GMT -5
"Well that one was challenging me, I couldn't help it." she said. "You know what I'm talking about." She smiled proud of herself, yet her cheeks turned a slight rose shade. Namir cleared her throat, and moved over to one of Jarrod's chairs beside Pete. "So, ever encountered anything else supernatural? You seem too farmiliar with this whole situation."
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 23, 2007 21:07:26 GMT -5
Whoa I'm late.
Sorry!
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 23, 2007 21:27:02 GMT -5
(haha yeah, just a little bit)
Jarrod, being a guy, couldn't resist a challenge from a fellow male. The fact that there was a pretty girl watching helped too. He figured they were about equally matched; after all, Pete was injured. "Okay, to the pier, but no wolf form!" he dictated, taking off his shirt. Marvin screeched and flapped his sapphire wings, excited at the prospect of a race. On 'GO" Jarrod ran, his arms pumping, shoulder muscles strong and distinct, his breathing light and quick. His tanned legs ran, kicking up sand, powering him down the dark beach. He didn't dare look behind him to see where Pete was; that only slowed you down in racing. He was about halfway to the pier.
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