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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 24, 2007 17:23:25 GMT -5
Jerome knew he lacked that excitement she got from that old guy she hung out with. "Spontenaety? Of course!" he jumped up and onto a rock formation on the edge of the beach. He had an umbrella in his hand, now he wielded it as a sword. "In a moment's notice I could fight a pirate crew...or" he jumped down. "runaway with you. I could protect you from the elements, a meeting that is just too tense." he knelled by her side. "I could bury you in the sand, and then pulled you out by the hand. We could catch a late night train, or go dancing in the rain. I would steal you away for all time. While I spontaneously try to rhyme." he laughed and kissed her.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 24, 2007 17:30:19 GMT -5
She giggled, but he was trying hard. She couldn't laugh, really-- but this wasn't exact;y the sport of spontenaety she had thought of. She realized all at once that spontenaety wasn't even what she meant-- danger was what she was used to, not rhyming or weilding swords as umbrella's.
She stood up and took his arm, allowing him another kiss for his effort.
'If we're being spontaneous,' she said gaily. 'Why don't we go swimming?'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 24, 2007 17:38:50 GMT -5
"At the whim of your fancy my dear." He said pulling off his white button up shirt and heading toward the water. He reached the edge of the damp sand and stood waiting for her. She had her swim suit and swim wrap and hat and shirt on. In the brink of spontaneity she left them on and met him at the edge of the water, a wave rushing over her bare feet.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 24, 2007 17:43:16 GMT -5
She smiled. It was cold, but not too cold. She could see Carmelita staring at them from a while away at the other end of the beach.
'Can you swim?'' she asked.
'Well... no. But I'm sure I can learn how,' he said, stepping in further. Her clothes were going to get soaked, but she turned around and fell backwards into the water. It was relaxing, she'd always liked the beach.
She threw the hat in the direction of the sand.
'I'll teach you,' she offerred.
He grinned and sunk down beside her. 'OK.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 24, 2007 17:57:31 GMT -5
She put her hands under his back and pushed him out further. He wobbled precariously on her. "Close your eyes. And trust me." she said. then she punched him under. He came back up instantly."I knew you were lieing." she grinned, curls floating on the surface of the water.
"I just wanted to learn. And you've taught me something." he said.
"What's that?" Esme asked swimming out further.
"I've learned not to trust you. And I know that your weakness is....you're hair." he said getting her hair wet.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 24, 2007 18:03:40 GMT -5
He sort of pushed her down, hair plastered to her head and soaking wet. She pushed him with a cry of fake outrage.
'I've learnt not to trust you,' she said tauntingly. 'Telling me you can't swim? Liar!' She was swimming out and then around in a circle,a nd he followed her, at ease in the water.
They swam out further, and she turned to him.
'If my weakness is my hair, what's yours?' she asked, already knowing the true answer before he had chance to reply. His weakness was her, unfortunately for him, and it always had been.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 24, 2007 19:45:56 GMT -5
"You dear. From the moment you set down that newspaper and showed your face from under that yellow hat I've been at your mercy." He said.
In Jerome's fantasies Esme laid on him, she was a damsel in distress, that was more quiet and meek than himself. He was in control. He wasn't in love with Esme. He was in love with the idea of Esme. Esme if she were perfect. But she wasn't.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 25, 2007 7:12:42 GMT -5
'Yes, I know,' she replied, making him chuckle. 'I just wanted to hear you say it.'
They made another circle and floated. A few bands of tourists had arrived by now, but none were approaching the water.
'Look how spontaneous we are,' she commented.
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Post by C. on Feb 25, 2007 8:17:06 GMT -5
Klaus had taken Fernald and Fiona inside. They all were excited to see each other.
He called Violet and Sunny. He didn't call his girlfriend Isadora.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 25, 2007 9:46:49 GMT -5
Jerome went under water for a while. He searched around at the bottom or something before he found what he was looking for. A pink and purple shell lay in his hand as he came back up. "These are only created here. We have the right sand and clay ratio to press these. Aren't they pretty? Most people don't know how to find them but I read a book on shells of this area when I was boy. They always reminded me of you. Beautiful and rare." Jerome blabbered sweetly.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 25, 2007 10:03:35 GMT -5
Esmé raised an eyebrow and he passed the shell to her. She examined it appreciatively.
'It's pretty,' she said after a moment of looking at it and laying back to keep herself afloat. Jerome was staring ahead at the shore.
'Where's Carmelita?' he asked after a minute, worry creeping into his voice.
'Out there somewhere,' Esmé said dissmissively. 'Isn't she?'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 25, 2007 10:10:02 GMT -5
"Stop worrying. I've seen what that kid can get through. A lot. If we're lucky she's halfway home by now." Esme laughed swimming backward farther from the shore. She floated happily her white beach wrap floated around her in it's own puddle.
"No, I really don't see her." Jerome said.
"She's fine. She's probably tap dancing for some tourist." Esme shrugged.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 25, 2007 10:17:11 GMT -5
'Can we go look for her?' Jerome asked. 'As lovely and spontaneus as this is I am a little worried that she might--'
'She got out of a burning hotel, Jerome,' Esmé said, not in the slightest bit panicked. 'She can take care of herself.'
Jerom tried in vain to relax again but couldn't. He grabbed Esmé by the arm and took her floating wrap with him and swam off to shore to look for the little girl.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Feb 25, 2007 10:26:16 GMT -5
"There's that parenting gene in you again. You deserve to be a father." Esme said, being pulled along, not helping at all and just being a general pain. She slowed him down for a while but he dropped her as they got to shore. Esme spluttered in the tide. "You dropped me!" she playfully pushed him but he was off looking. Esme headed back to her lawn chair.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 25, 2007 10:57:53 GMT -5
Carmelita wasn't there, Esmé noticed. Jerome was making circles of the tourists, asking if they'd seen a little girl about (here he motioned to a random height that he hadn't thought about properly) with read hair and green eyes and if so which way did she go.
Esmé wasn't worried. Carmelita would be fine. If she was gone, she was gone and it wasn't something they had to worry about. Really, Esmé was more interested in getting the wet sand out of her hair and shrugging off the attention of the fat bald man in speedos than looking for the small girl she'd lost.
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