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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Are you insinuating me on cheating, Jennifer!? Richard growled back angrily, defense can prove to be truthful or false. In Richard's case, truthful. He had cheated before, he bet Tony that would've landed Tony a night with his wife if he won. Tony lost, Richard won. Richard had sex with Tony's wife. Done deal. That was just one of many other's, though. Why should it matter? He was rich and married to Jennifer, just because she put out doesn't mean he has to stay faithful. She, on the other hand, does. I can't believe you, Jennifer... you'd stoop that low. Shaking his head lightly, his tone falling far from angered. Trying to pass a simple rouse to make her look like the bad guy. Shaking his head continuously, Richard had forgot all about the pain, simply looked away from his wife. He had nothing to say to prove his innocence or prove his guilt. Ignorance is bliss. Marcus had returned an hour later, bottle full of water, a bit more food, some more clothes, and a few more items that will come in handy. Knives, steel tape, just stuff that would help them around the camp site. He didn't know who's the clothes were, just brought them along. Letting the pack fall to the ground, the vibe in as soon as he stepped toward Jennifer and Richard was hostile. Richard was passed out again, but, he could tell that they didn't share very nice words while he was away. I, uh, Marcus spoke, clearing his throat a bit. Brought more clothes, not sure who's they are.. just figured you two would need them. His tone of voice was dull, he wasn't disappointed in being there with them. Just wasn't the one for talking. Moving back to Richard's leg, the male pulled the bottle of water from his pocket. Marcus twisted the cap off the bottle, There is food around here.. I brought some stuff, though, The male spoke, pausing to pour some of the water on the gauss pad. Marcus simply tore it off from that point on, Richard jerking up to scream out in pain before passing out. Low pain tolerance, huh? Marcus mocked, shaking his head lightly, looking over to Jennifer. I might need your help soon... rain might be rolling in. In the military, they taught you how to build a nine foot tall, eight foot wide fort out of logs and brush. Pausing for a moment to crumble up the pad before throwing it to the fire pit. Need to make one for Richard, so, it needs to be longer.. then one that you and I can share. I know it will be awkward, but, the less materials we use. The more we have to use fires for.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Richard's words stung her as usual, and Jennifer turned away from him, tempted to cover her ears in an attempt to block out the terrible blathering from his mouth. Part of him wanted to punch him in the jaw, that would shut him up, he wasn't exactly in a position to get up and chase her if she chose to do so then walk on off down the shore. Soon enough Marcus returned, which brought her some solace, and Richard was out cold again before long. Thank God. She stayed huddled in a ball, staring down at the ground for what felt like the longest time. Before long she looked up at Marcus, who had brought back more supplies, clothes, food, and such. She sunk deeper into depression, her husband's heated anger playing over and over in her head like a bad horror movie. It would give her terrible dreams for sure. No matter what she said, her words did nothing to phase him, but his irrational rage was like a slap in the face telling her she was wrong. Listening intently to his next words, she smiled a little, trying to stay in a positive state of mind, it was the only thing that would allow her to keep her sanity. Nodding, Jennifer uncurled, resting her hands in her lap, turning her attention to the man. Let the prick lay in the rain for all I care, hope he gets pneumonia and his fucking leg falls over. She said, not giving a damn about her husband at this point, especially considering the little exchange they'd just said. I don't mind staying in a shelter with you, sure beats the hell out of staying with him. The woman reasoned. She had all the reasons in the world to like Marcus and all the reasons to be upset, dare she say, hate Richard. Marcus was the one keeping her alive, providing for her, being nice to her. Richard hadn't done a damn thing but blame them and accuse her of cheating, which she already assumed he'd done himself. So screw her husband, and her marriage. Getting to her feet, Jennifer brushed the sand off her legs, although some refused to come up, clinging stubbornly to her body. Oh well, hopefully they'd find a freshwater spring somewhere on the island where she could wash off. Okay, what do you need? Here to help. Her smile widened. Helping out would hopefully put her in a good mood.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Yep, wasn't hard at all to tell that Jennifer and Richard had a small dispute. Her tones, body language, over all statements about the male seemed to say that she didn't care at all about him or their marriage. That.. is a bad thing. Marcus wouldn't pay any mind to it, she needed to get over it herself.. without the male's help, that'd only play the part of her moving into his loving arms. Neither of which he wanted either of them to play apart in. Standing up from beside Richard, Marcus motioned for the girl to follow. They'd need tall, and strong, enough logs to withstand the weather. Hurricanes, tropical storms, rains.. they were all the most deadly out here. We will need about twenty or so logs, Jennifer. Marcus spoke lightly, that was just to have enough for the two shelters. He didn't know what he'd use to make sure everything would stay secure. Moving down the path, the male was leading the girl to running water. As assumed, there was a pond with a waterfall in the jungle. Was a good twenty minutes from where they set up camp. Halting the girl behind him, the male looked down the path, it was sloping down. Didn't want either of them getting hurt, just what Jennifer needs.. both men getting hurt, one more important then the other in terms of survival. Careful, Jennifer. The male spoke lightly, sliding down the slope, it wasn't too-too steep. Good enough to sprain your ankle, though. Slide down, I'll catch you, I promise. the male spoke, the slide down was a good ten feet at an angle, you pick up quite a bit of speed but nothing too much. Then you can bathe while I take some logs I saw back to the camp.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Nodding as they left the camp, walking a good distance and eventually coming to the slope, the idea of a bath in mostly clean water sounded nice. Carefully stepping toward the steep grade, she eased her feet along the slippery ground. Jennifer felt safe in the fact that Marcus would catch her should she stumble, something Richard had failed to countless times over the course of her marriage, figuratively, at least. Although there was their wedding night when he'd dropped her on the floor while carrying her across the threshold, claiming she was too heavy. More like he was a lazy prick. Her hope in it had been fading over the years, and it felt like this was the final straw. Her thoughts became cluttered with painful memories, with her son of a bitch husband as the source. But that's what happened when you married for money instead of love. There had been so many nice guys she could have gotten with, but no. In the end, it was her own fault. Losing her focus, her feet slid out from under her, sending her headlong down the trail, if it could be called that, but as promised, Jennifer ended up in Marcus' strong arms. Looking up at him ending up unharmed, she smiled, noticing her arms were around him as well. Blushing just a little she let go, and he did the same, reaching the bottom now. Thanks.. She said with a soft breath, looking over at the pond of water with a waterfall pouring into it. Smiling, she looked over at Marcus again. I want to thank you again..for everything.. The woman murmured, extending her hand to his, shaking it lightly before withdrawing her own. She looked forward to a bath in the cool, clear spring.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix The male said he'd catch her, so, thats exactly what he did caught her. Jennifer went about daydreaming, thinking or whatever, slipped and slid down the path a bit.. faster then she should've. Marcus wasn't going to bicker about her slipping, because in the end, she was unharmed. No twists, no sprains, no broken bones. Marcus nodded in reply to her thanks, stepping back from her. Her next statement brought a light smile to his face, shaking it off quickly. Don't mention it, Jennifer.. the male spoke, making visible marks in the brush and dirt to follow up back to camp. I'm marking the way back, don't get lost.. survival skills are good, track skills aren't so good. Turning back to face Jennifer, his brain fighting with himself over what he was about to say next. Hey, Jen, uh, The male began, looking around the jungle before moving his eyes back to the undressing female. If you need to talk, I'm all ears. Nodding lightly at the end of his statement, the male moved back up the trail, continuing to mark the way up. Why did he say that? Why? What good did that do for him to offer his ears if she needed to gripe? It would only prove to be troublesome for when, because he would, Richard found out about it. It was them three only, if she started talk to him they'd grow distant from Richard. He'd know something is up, would accuse them of sleeping together - something he already has. Marcus had been back at camp for an hour, Jennifer still away.. Richard passed out like a child. The male was building the first shelter, for Richard, it needed to be longer, not so high. Currently, he had it at ten feet by five feet. Looking good so far... The male spoke, digging two holes the size of a balled up fist apart. Driving the first two logs into the dirt, burying the sand back into the holes. A light sigh passed through his lips, the male made a small cord out of fresh tree bark. Wrapping the cord around the logs before tying them together. He'd wait to show Jennifer how to do the one they'd share together.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Jennifer kept smiling to herself, Marcus' last words fresh in her memory, eternally burned into her memory. If you need to talk. . The words played over and over like a tape recording, bringing her mood up substantially, even from the smallest of kind of gestures from the younger man. Once he was well out of sight, the woman shed her sweatshirt and jeans first, then, feeling adventerous, her bikini came off and she dove into the spring completely nude. Feeling the cool, clear water wash away the dirt, sand, and any other filth that otherwise chose to cling to her body, she sighed contently to herself, treading water in one spot before swimming around the spring a good five times before settling in one spot. More than once she dove under and resurfaced, rinsing out her hair as well, which wasn't easy but she managed. Sitting up on a rock under the waterfall, she let the water wash her off completely before slipping back into the spring. It felt like paradise. After maybe a half hour of bathing, taking the time to wash out her clothes as well, Jennifer, feeling quite refreshed got dressed, minus the jeans and sweatshirt. With the sun up in the sky, it was too hot to stay so covered. And she'd left her bikini wrap back at camp, as well as Marcus' shirt, her pillow. Figuring it didn't matter, it was nothing he hadn't seen many times before, after all, she heaed back up the marked path he had made so she could find her way back to camp. After a few times going back and forth there would probably be no need to mark it. The steep slope was pretty recognizable, as long as you walked in the right direction. Arriving back in a much better mood, she noticed that Marcus had already started on the first shelter for Richard. She thought it would be better to take care of them first and worry about her husband last, but it didn't really matter in the end. Shrugging to herself, Jennifer went and sat on a towel that had been laid out, keeping her distance from Richard, who for the moment remained asleep. Need any help? She offered, assuming he would ask sooner or later for it.
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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Not at the moment, Marcus replied, shaking his head lightly. He was almost done with Richard's, then and only then, would he need her help. Should Richard awake and question them, Marcus will simply say that it was their shelters for the night he'd be going to make his own down the way. Which, he did plan to do.. just kept that a minor secret from him and Jennifer. Marcus was respectful to their marriage, even if Jennifer was feeling the strain - that wasn't his key to swoop in and give her all the affection she needed so his anatomy could be played with. That just wasn't his goal, he needed to keep them alive - primarily himself. For him to being a relationship with a married woman would distract him from keeping them alive. Shaking his head lightly, Stop thinking about that like you're God, Marcus. A light sigh passing through his lips, tightening the cord around the last two logs. Draping the brush he strung together over it. Leaves and fresh bark tied together, give them ample amount of coverage if, and when, it was to rain. Moving toward the fire pit, the male stepped a good ten feet away, Jennifer, come, The male called, dragging a few more pieces of log and cord he had made over to the destination he chose for them. They'd be covered from Richard, who'd be facing away from the fire. Just to reduce suspicions. Using his hands to dig a few holes, Place those two logs in there, use the back one to stand at an angle toward the front log. It didn't take long for him to show Jen what to do and her to get a hang of doing so. He kept quiet for the most part, Richard murmuring Jennifer's name in his sleep, often in a shout, causing their attention to snap toward Richard. You did good, Jennifer. The male spoke, wiping his hands off on his shorts before heaving a small sigh. Stomach growling lightly, Hungry?
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girl problems and family stress are piling up on me. I'm looking for someone to talk to
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I'm pretty sure this isn't the way to do it. Try making friends through casual chatting or RP it's not as helpful to ask for a friend, yes?
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it's not as helpful to ask for a friend, yes? doesnt make sense
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It's an incomplete thought. The implied bit is that it's not as helpful to ask for friends as it is to go out and make them. Because you make friends, right? You don't put up a post asking for them.
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I think what Kawa means is that if you can't chat with your current RP partners for some reason be it in IMs or via your RPs or don't feel like joining in BMR's chat since that might be too public or perhaps uncomfortable for you, you ought to maybe consider writing a journal entry. I suggest writing one as they can sometimes help sort out your feelings. Sometimes writing things out puts things into perspective. Plus, it lets others on BMR have the chance to give you aid, advice, or just some much needed support and encouragement. Not to mention the chance to get to know you better. Good luck and feel better.
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Journal entry FTW. Then people can just comment on said issues.
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RE Green tangerines are not good to eat. Bump
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RE Green tangerines are not good to eat. Bump it.
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RE Green tangerines are not good to eat. Wiggly bob.
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RE Green tangerines are not good to eat. Bop it!
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RE Green tangerines are not good to eat. WHEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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RE Green tangerines are not good to eat. Twist it!
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RE I've run out of green tangerines. Play with me instead? Scream it!
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RE I've run out of green tangerines. Play with me instead? Shout it!
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RE I've run out of green tangerines. Play with me instead? Whoa, that's a lot of bumping. Did not find anyone yet? I have to say, the demonic therapist idea seems pretty nice. PM me if you are still looking, will you?
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RE I've run out of green tangerines. Play with me instead? Gastric bypass.
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RE I've run out of green tangerines. Play with me instead? Quadruple bypass.
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RE Well, I'm back. Again. Whee.
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RE Well, I'm back. Again. huh
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RE Well, I'm back. Again. WIDGETS.
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RE Well, I'm back. Again. Hungry.
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RE Well, I'm back. Again. Tigger happy killers.
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RE Well, I'm back. Again. exclamation
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RE Well, I'm back. Again. Chewable vitamins are not for gators.
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RE Some tangerines are not like the others. Bazinga.
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RE Some tangerines are not like the others. Hunny is a g-rated drug.
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RE Some tangerines are not like the others. In Russia, Piglet has a gun.
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RE Some tangerines are not like the others. Thank you for nothing, you useless reptile.
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RE Some tangerines are not like the others. Eeep.
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RE Some tangerines are not like the others. I have scurvy.
Thread: Oh, The Wonders of Bathrooms

Zell groaned, having to pee so bad, she was almost sure her bladder would explode right then and there. Her mind was fuzzing, and she heard a loud snap and the door opened, two people tossed out, kissing like the world were to end in two seconds. Zell groaned again, lifting her feet up and slipping past, shutting the door haphazardly, yanking her pants down and sitting. She used that half a minute to look around the room, relieving herself of the seven cans of bear she had drank. Her eyes wandered around. It was a nice bathroom, big and roomy, painted a pitiful yellow that was trimmed with brown. She finished up, and flushed the toilet, pulling her pants up to her waist and belting the loops. Her hands fell into the sink, and it took minutes for her to realize why the water wasn't coming out. She washed up and fell to the floor, crawling back into a corner of the bathroom. Mmm, she didn't think she could leave, drunk as she was. Yeah, Zell though, I'm gonna stay right here... Of course, wasted as she was, she had left the door unlocked. So, usually, I won't write that much. I always write a lot first, but then can only muster five or so sentences in the other posts. Granted, they're detailed and roomy, but still.
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This was supposed to be the party of the season, and naturally, anybody who was anybody had shown up. Flyers had been passed out discreetly at school, letting people know about an unchaperoned house party that would mark the end of the semester, promising to end the school year with a bang. Naturally, Anna had been one of the first to hear about the party and had spent the week planning for the Friday ahead. Clothes, makeup, a suitable jock date to escot her - it had all been taken care of. She had arrived fashionably late, her randomly picked date on her arm, dressed to the nines in a slinky minidress, her dark hair shining and falling in heavy waves down over her shoulders Anna was one of those girls who seemed to wake up looking camera-ready, but in truth it had taken ours to get every lock of hair to fall just right, and her makeup tastefully done. The party was huge, and there were divisions of cliques that were quite visible to someone from their school. Anna had spotted Zell, one of her main rivals, the moment she had come in. This girl was her opposite in every way in terms of attitude, style, and social status she was popular amongst her friends, but she travelled in different circles so they didn't interact much. Dressed in jeans, all smiles, and looking pretty inebriated, Anna couldn't help but roll her eyes before joining her friends across the room. The music blared, the alcohol flowed freely, and before too long Anna was looking much the same as Zell had when she had first come in. Her date was just some guy from the football team, someone with amazing looks but no personality to speak of, and she was having a hard time feigning interest in him now that she was feeling a bit more relaxed and drunk. His hands were everywhere, and it was getting annoying. Excusing herself rather suddenly, Anna slipped out of the livingroom and carefully ascended the staircase, her heels and blood-alcohol level making it a little difficult. There were people making out in the hallway, and she had to step carefully around them until she found the bathroom door. With a sigh, she quickly pushed the door open and slipped inside, shutting the door behind her. Ugggh... She sighed, not noticing Zell curcled up in the corner just yet. She ran her fingers down over her short skirt, smoothing the material down over her thighs and tilted her head back, eyes closed. She didn't actually have to pee, just wanted some space and a chance to clear her head.
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The door opened, and Zell was threaded awake. All trace of her nap had been whisked away when her one and only enemy had clattered through the door in her six inch heels and short-short minidress. She looks like a disco ball...Zell thought groggily, her eyes darting to the toilet, her bladder adding up once more. Just looking at this girl who thought she was a woman made her want to puke. They were, in every way possible, opposites. Anna was popular with everyone, for who knows what, and was a total bitch. Her makeup was perfect, her hair was perfect, her clothes were perfect. It was disgusting. Her face looked like cake...just a bit more tasteful. Anna dated someone new every day, it seemed, and tonight she had brought some low-life jock who could barely pronunciate with her to the party. She looked at the girl, her eyes lidded with sleep, a stench of sweat and slight alcohol on her. Zell hadn't drank too much, but she was a lightweight when it came to wine. Sure, she hated the stuff, but her friends had practically pushed it down her throat. She could have been perfectly fine, not drunk in the slightest, if she had just downed five or so beers. It was wine that made her want to puke her internal organs out. Her head was pounding ad she could hear music pounding louder than so from down the hall. 'OMG' she guessed was the song. Really, did teenagers have no taste in music? Pop, rap, and that crap in between had been coming from the stereos all night. At least they had played 'Mr. Brightside' earlier in the night. That song never got old in Zell's terms. She sighed, pushing into the corner and looking up at Anna again. Her hands were trailing down her skirt, and she was dabbing at her face, breathing contentedly. Carefully but surely, Zell stood up happily, a new pep in her step. She felt fine, now, the alcohol had left her system in only an hour or so. So... Zell said, hands pushed up against he counter. I didn't know that people as perfect as you even had to take a breather. Guess I was wrong, eh? She asked, tilting her head, her eyes slitted only a fraction. If you couldn't tell, this room was a tad bit occupied. For all you know I could have been masturbating when you walked in, or peeing, god forbid. And she rolled her eyes.