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Date Posted: 13:21:29 10/12/01 Fri
Author: Req
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Meesha 's message, "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" on 22:51:31 10/11/01 Thu

( Catching her words lightly as his gaze pierces the lacing wakes of icy water that carry a few wash-ups and farther in the distance emptiness . . nothing was there . . the ship disapeared completely . . to her words he responds with a gruff whisper . . . bearily if even audiable . . ) Now if we were together those words would change context . . ( Turns to watch her motioning that he's going to set off to get what he could . . . thews and muscles coil as he springs lithely into a dive and surges through the water . . shoulders and powerful legs sweeping him quickly through the waters . . . he pauses half way out ranging the distance and continues . . . the water abundantly clear he realizes there were reefs for miles out past him and to the island . . there was no way a boat or any life would come past here for a long time or risk ship abandon . . . a heavy weight lowers onto his shoulders . . shrugs it off lightly and begins to gather what he can . . . a massive trunk, yet still afloat . . and two large tins . . . finding rope he begins binding everything together and starts to pick up whatelse he can . . . the clothe from the masts floats in a dirty alabaster mass . . . he starts for it and begins tugging the emmense amount of fabric to shore, attempting to drag the rope with the trunk and two tins as well . . it takes him four times the time he took to get out there to get back in . . but he does . . . standing he starts heaving the fabric enough onto shore so it wouldn't drift off . . . the tins and trunk then beached . . . . )

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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