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Post by Pete on Sept 23, 2007 21:41:35 GMT -5
Pete laughed as Jarrod ran like he thought he could win. He was most likey thinking that he could defintly out run a guy who just got shot and almost drowned. Making sure his endocrin system was still working, he flipped a switch in his head, telling his body to start pouring out adrenaline. His muscles bulging Pete grinned, dissapearing into the night, a split second later appearing on the pier, just in front of Jarrod. To the naked eye, it had appeared as if he had teleported, but for Pete, it was if the entire world was moving in slow motion. Brushing his hands through his blonde hair he patted Jarrod on the back. "Good try, better luck next time Jdawg." Pete mentally laughed, he couldnt wait to hear what Jarrod was going to say.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 23, 2007 22:12:17 GMT -5
Still running strong, Jarrod's bare feet punched out imprints in the damp sand. Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind, much like when someone passes you, and noticed a second trail of footprints blazing down the beach. He was almost to the pier when Pete was suddenly there in a blur, grinning triumphantly. Jarrod slowed to a stop, his muscular chest heaving, a confused look on his tanned face. Shaking his head, he slowly said, "Not fair, you used your.....powers." Bending down, he put his hands on his knees and blew out a long breath. Then he turned and began to lightly jog back to his house. "Jdawg?" he added.
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Post by Pete on Sept 23, 2007 22:20:37 GMT -5
"I thought you could use a nickname, hehe." Pete said with a massive grin on his face. "And as for the powers... I couldnt help it, maybe next time we'll be more evenly matched eh? Tell ya what, we'll tell Namir you beat me, who knows what she might have in that pocket!" Pete patted Jarrod on the back again, he really liked the guy. He seemed like the cool older brother you wish you had. "So Jarrod, If I opened my hands and had two pills, one red and one blue, what would you say?" ((*cough* matrix reference lol *cough*))
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 23, 2007 22:43:48 GMT -5
"Um, come up with a different one, then," Jarrod said, flashing him a grin. Jdawg? Seriously, who would think that was a good nickname. "And as for what is in Namir's pocket, I suspect it would probably be something dangerous. Or painful," Jarrod said, shaking his head. That girl was quite something. He raised his eyebrow at the Matrix reference. "Um, I'd probably say that I might not be the chosen one," he quipped back.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 24, 2007 15:26:08 GMT -5
Namir smiled as she sauntered up to the boys. "How'd it go gentlemen?" she asked smelling the salty sweat that gleamed off of Jarrod's arms and face. Wrinkling her nose she projected, You're such a cheater. her eyes sparkling with laughter. "Now, what does the winner get besides the content of my left pocket?" Namir reached her hand down in to her pocket, just to check what was in there. Nothing too dangerous.. to lycans anyway, and something pointy that pricked her finger. "Isn't it generally a bad idea to leave the house when there's something on the stove? Or is that just common sense for women?" she raised her eyebrow a playful smile danced across her lips.
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Post by Pete on Sept 24, 2007 15:45:37 GMT -5
"Yeah, your right about that one J-nugget, that would be my job. But even the chosen one needs a crew, you don't need to be Lyca-ized if you dont want to. I like you, you have a place with us if you so choose." Pete said, patting the man on the back. "And as for the winnings, I'll let Namir decide that one, what does he win, love? He asked her also with a playful smile. She was the first he had transfered his powers to, his favorite by default, but that wasnt the point. It was definitly something to brag about, Pete not even sixteen yet got to hang out with Namir, being the attractive eighteen year old woman. It was right up there with being shot twice and holding his breath for four minutes and thirty six seconds until Jarrod had decided to fish him out of the water.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 24, 2007 15:52:46 GMT -5
Jarrod had forgotten all about the crabs. He decided to go along with her comment, flinging his hands in the air. In a passable imitation of a girly voice, he lisped, "O...M...G! I forgot all about those! Thanks for reminding me, girlfriend!" Then he pranced into the house. Checking on the crabs, he assured himself that they were fine. And done, by the bright coloration. Turning off the stove, he let them cool as he went back outside. Grinning at Namir, he said, "Well, I guess the winner gets whatever you are willing to give."
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 24, 2007 17:43:36 GMT -5
"Okay, first of all, must both of you pick on me?" she said playfully. Namir glided into the house after Jarrod, and into a chair at the small table. "By the way, that comment couldn't have been sexual, at all. I'm sure." she rolled her eyes looking at Jarrod. "And your sanity will be tested if you actually say omg again." this reminded her of one of her best friends, Madison, and was briefly sucked into the vaccum that was her memory. Shaking her head a smile still lingering on her lips she took down bowls from a cabinet and silverware. "I figured I'd help you out a bit." Namir set the table and tucked her knees up to her chest in her chair. "And as to what you win.." she rummaged around in her pocket and pulled out a vile of holy water and a butterfly knife that shimmered in the light. "I present to you the contents of my left pocket." Namir smiled and said to Jarrod, "However, if so you may choose you could get what you like." A sharp seductive look entered her eye, "with in reason of course."
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Post by Pete on Sept 24, 2007 18:26:37 GMT -5
"Dibs on your food!" Pete shouted, trying to get rid of the awkwardness his companion just made. Why did she have to go and do that all the time? Oh well, it couldnt be helped. The crab smelled delicious and Pete hadnt eaten in... five days. He could have just munched on a hobo, but it was against his moral code. Pete had never tasted human, excluding Namir of course, but hoped he woud never have to
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 24, 2007 19:23:40 GMT -5
Jarrod raised his eyebrow at her obviously seductive comment. Turning, he picked up the tongs, fishing out the crabs, and put them in a bowl. Placing that on the table, he fished out three shell crackers and also a tub of a buttery substance. Opening the lid to the sauce, he said, "Okay, so this is my secret recipe seafood sauce. Just crack open a crab and dip in!" Marvin flew in, landing on the table. Hopping on Jarrod's chair, he chattered, Fish are friends, not food! Jarrod shook his head. "He likes to watch movies with the neighbor kids," he explained. Sitting down, he reached out his hand and picked up the holy water, holding it to the light. "Okay....a mini water bottle. That's....cute." Placing it beside his plate, he flipped the small knife in his hand, admiring the delicacy and prettiness of it. Then, with a movement almost imperceptible to the eye, he flung it with a flick of the wrist, burying it in the wooden wall behind Namir.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 24, 2007 19:23:48 GMT -5
Namir sighed and pushed her bowl over to the ravenous Pete. She'd have to hunt later. Crossing her legs under the table she sat politely toying with her hair. "You really should have eaten, Pete. Especially in the state you're under now, you need the nourishment. Why didn't you just feed on some wild game or something?" She wrinkled her nose a little at the thought of eating a hobo. "They probably wouldn't taste that good anyways." "So, Jarrod, what else is your specialty? And how exactly did you end up in Buenos Aires? And um.. would you mind if I kept those?" she pointed to her knife and vile on the table. "They're kind of a necessity." Namir smiled innocently as she watched Pete wolf down his soup. (heheh. i made a pun)
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 24, 2007 19:27:16 GMT -5
(whoops. little late)
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Post by Pete on Sept 24, 2007 19:30:24 GMT -5
((LOL PUNS! its great, read my threads, my ipod makes fun of me all the time with puns and irony.))
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 24, 2007 19:33:45 GMT -5
With a grin, Jarrod reached behind her and pulled out the knife. Sticking the point in the table, he pushed the bottle towards her. "I thought you'd want these back," he remarked, "and next time, Pete should bet his own stuff." The wolf boy did seem rather hungry, judging by the fact that he was already on his third crab. Jarrod leaned back in his chair, earning a nip on the ear from the precariously perched Marvin. "Ow!" he said irritably, flicking the bird in the beak. Fishing a nut from his pocket, he gave it to the parrot, who proceeded to eat it, putting the shell pieces down Jarrod's shirt. "Well," he said, ignoring the bird, "anything ocean-related I guess. I can fish, sail, surf, swim, you name it. I'm pretty good at hand to hand combat, and as you saw, I can throw a knife really well. I'm two year champion at the beach festival," he said, a grin spreading across his tanned face. "And I ended up here because of a family friend. He's the one who lets me live here."
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 24, 2007 19:39:47 GMT -5
"How are you with a sword? I know its a little old school, but still classy." she traced her fingers around the throwing knives and shurikens in her ankle strap. She tucked her holy water in the pocket with the rest of them and slipped the knife back in her pocket. "You really would be a great asset, however much you want to deny lycanism."
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