<font color=pluM>Smirks, perhaps he would swim out and drown. Thinks. No...she wouldn't wish that on him, even though he deserved it. She watches him run off ahead of her. No way was she following that fast, stepping on a rock was not her idea of fun. She takes her time, finally emerging onto the beach *Ah yes...paradise* sarcastic</font> -- The Trip

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Date Posted: 22:51:31 10/11/01 Thu
Author: Meesha
Subject: Smirks, perhaps he would swim out and drown. Thinks. No...she wouldn't wish that on him, even though he deserved it. She watches him run off ahead of her. No way was she following that fast, stepping on a rock was not her idea of fun. She takes her time, finally emerging onto the beach *Ah yes...paradise* sarcastic
In reply to: Req 's message, "( Laughs gruffly . . ) Whatever hunnie . . . I'm not about to let you go off in the water where you could drown yourself rather than stay with me . . . god knows you'd rather . . ( Winks lightly before starting at a run down the twineing trail . . quickly reaching the beach after a few minutes . . )" on 16:43:00 10/11/01 Thu

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Inside -- Req, 13:21:29 10/12/01 Fri
- She had been combing the sandy shore while he had gone out. She had only emerged with a coil of rope and a few pieces of furniture. Hardly anything. She sighs then turns to see him approaching. She walks to the edge of the water, helping him drag in what she could *Seems you had a bit more luck than I did...* (NT) -- Meesha, 16:57:13 10/12/01 Fri
  - ( Shrugs ) We can hope . . . . ( Stretching some for a moment he stares down at the things hoping they were airlocked because they weren't under lock and key . . . nods to the fabric from the masts . . ) We can use that for sheets, blankets, clothes, etc . . . just a little creativity . . ( He drops to his knees in the damp sand and begins to attempt to pry open the chest . . . after several minutes the suction is overcome and it pops open . . packed evenly are clothes, both warm and cool . . . included is some handi's . . scissors, toothbrushes, toothpaste, etc. . . . a grin creeping over his features . . it was insane luck but it was kick-ass . . . as he goes to the silver tubs he easily opens them . . . within are dried meats and varied foods . . . looks up lightly . . it would work nicely . . . with some help they would be able to put up a decent shelter . . . ) (NT) -- Req, 17:17:05 10/12/01 Fri
    - She looks to the fabric of coarse cloth and shakes her head *Clothes? Oh my god...* She frowns and looks over his shoulder to the trunk *I think I'll wear those instead...* Smirks *Meesha diCaprio will not wear a ships sail...* Shakes her head, not stubbornly but with sarcasm. She sits down on the sandy beach and sighs as her stomach rumbles audibly *Any food wash up?* (NT) -- Meesha, 16:30:32 10/13/01 Sat
      - Inside -- Req, 09:33:18 10/14/01 Sun
        She skillfully catches the item of food, taking a bite slowly. It was without flavor but not at all bad. She in turn catches each article of clothing as he tosses them her way. Smirk settles upon her lips *Ah yes...just the attire I would have picked out for myself* Laughs half to herself and shakes her head, finishing the buscuit. She smiles as he fits into his jeans and teasingly hums to the tune of *Wanna be a cowboy baby...* -- Meesha, 14:02:43 10/14/01 Sun