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Post by Roxanne Turner on Feb 15, 2008 20:48:55 GMT -5
“Fisher! Your cousin is here.” Captain Dunkin Wheeler said as he ran his fingers through a file folder with papers.
Roxanne smiled and said a word of thanks before turning to see her cousin walking casually towards her. “Hey Jakey.” She said swinging the paper bag containing a sandwich, bottle of coke, and a granola bar, in front of his face.
He smirked, “thank you very much.” He said snatching the bag from his cousin’s hand. He looked around as they started walking along the not busy part of the port.
“So- what are your plans for today?” He asked, rubbing his hands together as a calm breeze came across their path.
Roxanne shrugged, “probably go back home and sleep- or hit up the beach.” She suggested as she really did not know what she was going to do after this. “You need to fill up the gas tank by the way.” Yes, Roxanne had made her cousin do random errands, like fill up the gas tank of the grill, for the apartment since he had moved in a few days ago. The weekend was over, and he had to start work. First day of new work place- first day of lost lunch, it went hand in hand.
His phone rang out the lyrics to “Face Down”- a popular song. He flipped it open, revealing a female beaming and clicked the ‘accept’ button.
“Hello?” He asked into the phone as Roxanne rolled her eyes.
Another one of his interests was on the line, Roxanne could tell because her cousin always changed his posture a bit when talking to another interest. She pursed her lips together as she tried to listen to what they were talking about. Something about the bar, tonight, dinner, and hang out after- the regular things Jake did before attempting to get into the interest’s panties. Of course, Roxanne did not approve of this- and the thought that his first one in Key West would be taken to her bar, meant that she would be annoyed every time her cousin would ask for free drinks. She could tell that he would take a while, and decided to take a walk.
She waved him off as he nodded at her knowing what she was going to do and why, yet kept talking. Typical Jake- always putting the current female interest before his cousin. The wedges of her black flip flops tapped softly as she walked across the small puddles of water left by dragged nets. She reached the edge and sat down on the ledge, letting her legs dangle off the side in the direction of the bright aquamarine water. She looked at the view ahead of her: grandiose ocean that looked like a painting, the clean, crisp air, the peacefulness of the beach to her right; and thought to herself how this was the reason she loved the Keys.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Feb 15, 2008 21:12:07 GMT -5
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick… Damn it, Jake!! Pierce mumbled unholy phrases to himself, listening to the sickening beepbeepbeep of the busy dial tone, before shutting his phone with a ‘crack’- shit. Broke the screen… again.
Sighing; he continued his walk to the pier- the one five miles from his house. He’d been calling Jake for half an hour, in need of a ride- having stupidly loaned his out. He was only a few hundred yards away by now, though. Stupid Jake.
The same old routine took place the majority of Sundays. He’d walk to the pier just to annoy Jake at work; for the reason of simply being bored. Saturdays were spent racing or diving or surfing, depending on the weather- ha, it was always sunny- and his mood. Today, he decided to have Roxy tag along. The mutt was keeping up Pierce’s pace, rubbing against his leg every once in a while. Pierce would respond with a “good boy, Roxy” and a pat on the head.
And here he is, finally to the pier, when he sees someone with a remarkable resemblance to Jake’s cousin- or at least, the photos on her MySpace.
He furrowed his brow together- in deep, deep concentration. They’d chatted before between messages, of course, but apparently not enough to remember her name on command.
“Oy, Jake!” he calls out, spotting the arrogant brunette. Knowing Jake, he was in the midst of talking to ‘the latest flings’, as Pierce had come to call them. They were never around long enough to bother remembering their names. “That your cousin?” Certainly, Jake would answer [with at least a nod] unless he wanted to end up without a date.
[[erg. for some reason, i just dont like this post >.<]]
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Feb 15, 2008 21:36:02 GMT -5
Jake nodded at Roxanne, who was still swinging her legs looking aimlessly at the water. “Damn, what a day…” she muttered to herself as she saw a few kinds on jet skis whiz by. She laughed as one tried to do some sort of stunt to impress the girls that laid with their backs to the sun. Of course- he did not land it and ended up bailing last minute while the girls shrieked in pathetic horror.
“Yeah, I can bring a friend.” Jake said into the phone as he winked at Pierce. This was another set up for him to get the girl, again. “alright- we can meet up at Sloppy Joe’s later tonight. Oh yeah- you’ll love him.” He said before giving a friendly “bye bye” and then hanging up.
“Pierce, you are going to thank me for the rest of your life. I’ve just hooked us up with two blonde ladies that are here for vacation- looking for a good time.” He spelt out good time with his hands in a sort of wavy motion.
“Anyway- I thought I wasn’t supposed to come and get you till later on today…” He said scratching his head before reaching for the granola bar inside of the lunch bag.
[meh.]
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Feb 15, 2008 21:53:50 GMT -5
Pierce rolled his eyes- oh god; not another one. “Jake, the last time you tried to set me up we ended up spending a night in jail.” He was not fond of that day. Or that girl- god, he shuddered to think of the poor saps that she dated now a day. Apparently, Jake hadn’t known she was into the occult or sacrificial rituals or bonfires that ended up catching docks on fire.
“Looking for a good time, my ass…” he grumbled to himself; forgetting about Roxanne for a moment- and remembering the reason he actually came here. “Yea, that’s always your excuse.” He laughed, before getting to the point. “Anyways, Jake- how long has it been since you actually raced?” he said with an ear-splitting grin. One of his many passions, that he enjoyed dragging his friends along for.
And then; Roxy was barking, and taking off for the water.
“Roxy!” was Pierce’s initial shout, the first thing that came to mind- before he remembered how often the dog had done this before after a turtle or fish or basically anything disturbed the water. He sighed, turning to watch his dog swim, as he listened to Jake.
[[…. Wow, I don’t know whats wrong with me, really, but I cant churn out a post I like that flows XDD]]
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Feb 15, 2008 22:08:57 GMT -5
Roxanne turned sharply towards whoever had just said her name. She then noticed some guy standing next to her cousin. “What!” She yelled back, at the time not realizing that she was not the only one around named Roxy. She remembered him from somewhere, probably online or around town- no wait: he was Jake’s “wing man”. Yet another man-whore.
She stood and walked over to the two.
“Oh! Formal introduction, Pierce- this is Roxanne. Roxanne- Pierce.” He said motioning the two to each other. “Anyway- trust me, this time the girl is on fire- and I don’t think she likes rituals or whatever else the girl put you through.” He said laughing a bit before turning to the glare Roxanne had on her face.
“You two are pathetic…” She said- an eyebrow raised. “Whatever, I need to go to the bookstore to get a new copy of that Alchemist book… since somebody decided to chuck it at a bird…” Again- a dangerous look came to Jake, who looked humored by the situation, “Seriously- you’re pissed about a book? Look: here’s ten; go buy a different one.” He handed her ten dollars and she took it without a question.
“Thanks cuz, seeing that you’re the reason I have to buy one in the first place.” She said shoving the ten into the bikini top that she used as a bra. She was one of those lazy girls that would just use a bikini top as a bra and place a tank top over it for the day. It was a simple, yet appropriate look. “Nice meeting you.” She said to Pierce before walking off, her hips swaying in her torn jean shorts.
“Be careful!” Jake yelled after her. She gave him a peace sign without turning around- making him shake his head. “She’s going to get raped one day… and I’ll end up kicking someone’s ass.” He said to Pierce before turning back to his phone. "Who the hell is this?" He asked, staring at a black haired girl's picture.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Feb 15, 2008 22:18:18 GMT -5
Pierce raised an eyebrow- what’d she mean what? … Oh, yeah. Roxanne… Haha, what a coincidence. He nodded at her with a laugh- ignoring the pathetic comment. He tried to pretend she was only talking to Jake. Chucked at a bird… What the hell? Jake was off his rocker every now and then, it seemed it didn’t just happen when Pierce was around.
“Likewise,” he called back, shaking his head to look away from the entrancing sight of her extremely ssssss- train of though stopping right there. “You chucked a book- nevermind. I’m not going out with any girl you recommend, Jake.” He laughed. “You’d kicked guys asses for less than that before.”
He looked confused, leaning over to stare at the picture. “You suck with faces- isn’t that the girl last week from Rick’s… or maybe its that chick from Irish Kev’s….” He concentrated, but only came up with fuzzy, alcohol hazed images of girls from the clubs he went to with Jake before.
[[ i'm going to stop complaining about my posts, just keep in mind i dont like any of them XDD]]
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Feb 15, 2008 22:27:51 GMT -5
“I’m not sure… I guess I’ll find out soon.” He said laughing as the ringing stopped and the text saying “one new voicemail” popped up.
“Anyway- yeah I know I’ve fought for less, but no lie: my cousin in those shorts … she’s just asking for trouble. Not that she can’t handle herself, cause I’ve taught her well- she’s still a chick though.” He said shrugging, before adding in a “yeah- the bird was annoying and her book was the closest thing to the window that I could think of. I didn’t hit it though… the book just kinda fell into the fire-pit.”
It was true. Last night- they had a small bon-fire type thing in their backyard, which just happened to be the beach, and a bird was chirping the night away. She had laid the book down for a bit to poke a marshmallow into the flames, and he just managed to pick it up and throw it. It missed the bird, thankfully, but into the flames it went. She had screamed at him, and almost wacked him with the flaming marshmallow if her phone did not ring.
Her dad called that night saying that he was going to be somewhat longer on his studies, which was no surprise, but did say that Jake could stay as long as he needed- which was a relief seeing that he had no where to go for the next few months. “Man, like you could find a girl by yourself…” He muttered, although this was not true- as both had girls practically flaunting themselves upon them.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Feb 15, 2008 22:37:06 GMT -5
He laughed, used to Jake’s ways. “I second that,” he said tauntingly, a predator look set in his eyes for the briefest of moments.
“Only you, Jake.” Shaking his head, Pierce started to pat the side of his thigh, whistling and chanting, ‘Roxy, c’mere, boy!’ until the dog managed its way onto the pier, shaking the water out of his fur- and onto Pierce and Jake. Pierce laughed, patting the dog’s head as it loyally sat by his side, his tongue lolling out.
“Speak for yourself,” he said with a leer, “You know very well the girls only talk to you because you know me.” Ok, so it was a lie- the both could pretty much pick up whomever they pleased.
Pierce looked out towards the ocean, the view stretching until the ocean dipped away into the horizon. The dark blueish-green contrasted to the light blue of the sky. “Anyways, what’re we doing tonight? Obviously not meeting the new fling, since your friend is sick and you have to tend to him.” He smirked, continuing. “Jeff has a race set for tonight. And I’m not skipping out to meet one of your flings desperate friends.”
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Feb 15, 2008 22:55:14 GMT -5
Jake sighed, “I’m not in the mood to race tonight… I’m in the mood to get laid.” He said laughing as a few co-workers drove by in a 4-wheeler carrying a few boxes. “I think my cousin will be there though… she likes doing those once in a while, as the flag girl.” He said with his eyebrow raised. “I’d rather her not do it, but I can’t do much about it.” He said stretching, “if anything- I’m going home and whipping out the board before sunset and then catchin’ some early Z’s.”
He rubbed his hand over the dog’s face and laughed as it tried to lick the sea salt off of them. “But hey man, if you want to go- you go. You need the money more than I do.” It was true, bartending didn’t pay much- and racing did; but it was a one time thing: not a weekly paycheck.
“Actually. I think I’m off now. You want to do anything before I head back to the apartment? Beer?” He asked, cracking open a bottle of Corona with his palm.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Feb 15, 2008 23:05:50 GMT -5
“You’re always in the mood to get laid. I’m beginning to think you’re a nymphomaniac, Jake.” Pierce joked, a amused expression on his face. “Really? I’ll say hi if I see her.” He laughed, shaking his head. “You do realize you do that every day, right? Just making sure.”
He scowled. “Yea, yea, just keep reminding me of that.” Jake was right, though. Pierce did need the money, and that certainly was part of the lure of racing. If nothing else, Pierce had made his tribute to fame on Duval Street as the best street racer around.
“No, not really- besides a ride home.” Remember the long, lonely walk, he glared at Jake for a moment.
[short, tryina think about whatshisface]
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Feb 15, 2008 23:14:14 GMT -5
“I am not a nympha-whatever you said. I just enjoy the finer things in life: sleep, surf, and sex- and it’s not like you don’t enjoy those either…” He said chuckling a bit before finishing off the ice cold beer. “Right. I guess I could give you a ride to your place.” Jake said picking up his things. “Let’s go now- so I can make it back to shower and shit.” By ‘shit’ he meant other things, not literally taking a number two. He threw his things in the back of the black 2005 Toyota Tacoma, not his- but his uncle’s of course, and brought the bed door down so that Roxy could jump into the back. “C’mon, Pierce- you’re in the back too.” He said laughing, of course a joke, as he climbed into the driver’s seat of the four-door truck. He turned the ignition key and music blared through the speakers.
“So wait- if you loaned your car out to someone, what are you going to drive tonight?” He asked Pierce, as if the question just came up random. Actually, it did just come up random.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Feb 15, 2008 23:32:47 GMT -5
“Yes, but I like them in doses, not at the same time.” He said with a laugh. “The back my ass.” He said, with a roll of his eyes.
Pierce climbed into shot gun, not bothering to buckle his seat belt. He cringed at Jake’s choice of music, reaching forward and turning down the volume a considerable amount.
A smirk- he loved that question. “Remember that project I’ve been working on when I had the time for months?” he said with a smile. “She’s done. Now, I’ve changed my mind- make a u-turn and head to the beach.” He said with a smirk, knowing Jake would not deny him the beach [no man in their right mind would].
[agh, short, but its good.]
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Feb 15, 2008 23:35:03 GMT -5
“Really?? Oh man, I think I might go to the race tonight…” He said stopping at a red light to turn to his friend, “then beach it is. We have to stop by the apartment first though, I got’ta drop things off.” He said making a sharp u-turn and speeding off in the direction of the apartments.
[closed & moving to the beach.]
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