Joemdpaddlesacross - Revision history

Zaick at 18:44, 26 August 2015

Zaick — Wed, 26 Aug 2015 18:44:45 GMT

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	You put yourself, him, and the bags in the boat with almost complete failure. You are resigned to in his lap with the bags in your own, and the two of you awkwardly begin to paddle down the island. Wes merely begins singing a song, and you would slap him if you could turn around at all. The raft makes it almost a fourth of the way before it begins heavily taking in water. The singing stops nearly immediately, and without warning, you are upside down, in the river.		You put yourself, him, and the bags in the boat with almost complete failure. You are resigned to in his lap with the bags in your own, and the two of you awkwardly begin to paddle down the island. Wes merely begins singing a song, and you would slap him if you could turn around at all. The raft makes it almost a fourth of the way before it begins heavily taking in water. The singing stops nearly immediately, and without warning, you are upside down, in the river.

-	You wake with your chest aching. Wes is above you, quite relieved. He sits back, completely sopping wet. His hat is gone, and his boots are missing. You feel your chest, and realize your hoodie is open.	+	You wake with your chest aching. Wes is above you, quite relieved. He sits back, completely sopping wet. His hat is gone, and his shirt and boots are missing. You feel your chest, and realize your hoodie is open.

	"CPR." He says without delay.		"CPR." He says without delay.
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	"It's yours." He says too late, still breathing hard.		"It's yours." He says too late, still breathing hard.

-	You try and zip the hoodie back up, but in his haste, Wes apparently had ripped off the end of the zipper entirely. You ~~stand over~~ him, ~~holding~~ the hoodie ~~together~~.	+	You try and zip the hoodie back up, but in his haste, Wes apparently had ripped off the end of the zipper entirely. You look to Wes, still breathing hard. You forget he is a swimmer in terms of body as well - his muscles move with the rest of him. He looks back to you, and you hold together the hoodie. Your bra is wet, and you want the cover. You turn away from him with a small blush. Sure, it was not much a show, as he did already see your collar when he saved your life, but still, you were not expecting it. That is a feeling that makes a difference.

-	~~"Give me your shirt."~~ You ~~say. Wes looks up~~ to ~~you, still breathing hard. His expression is incredulous.~~	+	You tie the hoodie in front of you in an attempt to keep it together. It shortens the hoodie, letting it rest just above your leggings to show the smallest bit of stomach, and up top, it seems to not want to stay closed, showing somehow more of the area between your chest. The bikini style bra easily shows more of the curve of your breast than you want. You untie it, giving up that idea. Wes has no shirt to lend you, either. You hold the hoodie together and look back to Wes, who was just staring. "What?" You ask.
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-	~~"What?"~~	+
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-	~~"Just give~~ it.~~" Your bra is wet~~, ~~you know~~, and ~~you~~ want the ~~cover~~. ~~Wes slowly lifts his shirt off his head, barely lifting himself off~~ the ~~ground~~. You ~~see his muscles - he is a swimmer~~, ~~you forget sometimes~~. ~~He hands it~~ to you.	+
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-	~~"It's just as wet."~~	+
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-	You ~~turn around, taking off~~ the hoodie and ~~putting the shirt on. It is heavier, you know, but you feel safer in it. Why do you feel safer in it? You roll up the sleeves and note the ends of the shirt go half way down your thighs. You~~ look back to Wes, who ~~apparently~~ was ~~blankly~~ staring ~~at you~~. "What?" You ~~demand~~.	+

	"Nothing, just, well, are we doing this still?"		"Nothing, just, well, are we doing this still?"
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	"Of course we are. We still have paint. I just need to scale the building, and make a four story tag."		"Of course we are. We still have paint. I just need to scale the building, and make a four story tag."

-	"~~I just..~~." Wes ~~looks away. "This will sound stupid, maybe, but if we are going to walk around in~~ the ~~mansion, or step around out here in the rocks, I'm out of my boots. I can wrap my feet up like moccasins - it'll help me get around, if I had some stuff to do so~~."	+	"Well." Wes shrugs and pulls the bag toward you. "Alright. So how are we getting up?"
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-	~~You gesture to the wet useless hoodie~~. ~~"Right. That's one foot." He says. "Unless you want me to rip it~~ up."	+
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-	~~"What would the other foot be~~?" ~~You are hardly in the mood to deal with his feet at the moment.~~	+
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-	~~"Maybe your leggings? I mean you've got my shirt - it's long." He holds his hands up. "Look, you don't have to. It's just a thought."~~	+
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-	You look down, seeing the shirt does indeed cover you like a dress, though still, you do not like the idea of being without your leggings - they were your pants. You could give him [[Joemdgiveboth2\| both]] the hoodie and the leggings, or let him [[Joemdonlyhoodie2\| ruin]] the hoodie. It's not like you have a shortage of those.	+
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-	~~edit this later WIP~~	+
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-	~~suspenders, sheet, overalls, construction~~	+

		+	You look at the building. The mansion is not always abandoned - maybe there is something inside you can more easily and comfortably wear in this situation. You shake your head a bit to focus. You can do this in just a bikini - it is hardly a problem. You just were not expecting it, and now you find yourself more clear. With a crowbar, it would be easy to get in the [[Joeemdfrontdoorcrow2\| front door]] - getting to the top floor would be ideal. Still, you can try a [[Joeemdwindow2\| window]] to get inside.
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	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>		<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
-	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Wet ~~Long~~ black ~~long sleeved shirt down to thighs~~, boots, Wet black leggings, Wet bikini-style black bra and panties</td>	+	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Wet black hoodie broken open at front, boots, Wet black leggings, Wet bikini-style black bra and panties</td>
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	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>		<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
-	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> ~~Restless~~ </td>	+	<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Recovered </td>
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Zaick at 06:27, 25 August 2015

Zaick — Tue, 25 Aug 2015 06:27:20 GMT

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	You look down, seeing the shirt does indeed cover you like a dress, though still, you do not like the idea of being without your leggings - they were your pants. You could give him [[Joemdgiveboth2\| both]] the hoodie and the leggings, or let him [[Joemdonlyhoodie2\| ruin]] the hoodie. It's not like you have a shortage of those.		You look down, seeing the shirt does indeed cover you like a dress, though still, you do not like the idea of being without your leggings - they were your pants. You could give him [[Joemdgiveboth2\| both]] the hoodie and the leggings, or let him [[Joemdonlyhoodie2\| ruin]] the hoodie. It's not like you have a shortage of those.
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		+	edit this later WIP
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		+	suspenders, sheet, overalls, construction

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Zaick at 19:26, 19 August 2015

Zaick — Wed, 19 Aug 2015 19:26:43 GMT

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	You move your hands to your mouth. "I was dying?"		You move your hands to your mouth. "I was dying?"

-	"Just chest ~~palpitations~~." Wes looks completely exhausted, and he lays back. You look to the side and see a bag there.	+	"Just chest compressions." Wes looks completely exhausted, and he lays back. You look to the side and see a bag there.

	"You brought a bag." You say, almost stupidly. You feel tired and aching as well. You drag it closer to you - it is yours.		"You brought a bag." You say, almost stupidly. You feel tired and aching as well. You drag it closer to you - it is yours.

Zaick at 02:48, 18 August 2015

Zaick — Tue, 18 Aug 2015 02:48:17 GMT

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	"Maybe your leggings? I mean you've got my shirt - it's long." He holds his hands up. "Look, you don't have to. It's just a thought."		"Maybe your leggings? I mean you've got my shirt - it's long." He holds his hands up. "Look, you don't have to. It's just a thought."

-	You look down, seeing the shirt does indeed cover you like a dress, though still, you do not like the idea of being without your leggings - they were your pants. You could give him [[~~Joemdgiveboth~~\| both]] the hoodie and the leggings, or let him [[~~Joemdonlyhoodie~~\| ruin]] the hoodie. It's not like you have a shortage of those.	+	You look down, seeing the shirt does indeed cover you like a dress, though still, you do not like the idea of being without your leggings - they were your pants. You could give him [[Joemdgiveboth2\| both]] the hoodie and the leggings, or let him [[Joemdonlyhoodie2\| ruin]] the hoodie. It's not like you have a shortage of those.

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You put yourself, him, and the bags in the boat with almost complete failure. You are resigned to in his lap with the bags in your own, and the two of you awkwardly begin to paddle down the island. Wes merely begins singing a song, and you would slap him if you could turn around at all. The raft makes it almost a fourth of the way before it begins heavily taking in water. The singing stops nearly immediately, and without warning, you are upside down, in the river.

You wake with your chest aching. Wes is above you, quite relieved. He sits back, completely sopping wet. His hat is gone, and his boots are missing. You feel your chest, and realize your hoodie is open.

"CPR." He says without delay.

You move your hands to your mouth. "I was dying?"

"Just chest palpitations." Wes looks completely exhausted, and he lays back. You look to the side and see a bag there.

"You brought a bag." You say, almost stupidly. You feel tired and aching as well. You drag it closer to you - it is yours.

"It's yours." He says too late, still breathing hard.

You try and zip the hoodie back up, but in his haste, Wes apparently had ripped off the end of the zipper entirely. You stand over him, holding the hoodie together.

"Give me your shirt." You say. Wes looks up to you, still breathing hard. His expression is incredulous.

"What?"

"Just give it." Your bra is wet, you know, and you want the cover. Wes slowly lifts his shirt off his head, barely lifting himself off the ground. You see his muscles - he is a swimmer, you forget sometimes. He hands it to you.

"It's just as wet."

You turn around, taking off the hoodie and putting the shirt on. It is heavier, you know, but you feel safer in it. Why do you feel safer in it? You roll up the sleeves and note the ends of the shirt go half way down your thighs. You look back to Wes, who apparently was blankly staring at you. "What?" You demand.

"Nothing, just, well, are we doing this still?"

"Of course we are. We still have paint. I just need to scale the building, and make a four story tag."

"I just..." Wes looks away. "This will sound stupid, maybe, but if we are going to walk around in the mansion, or step around out here in the rocks, I'm out of my boots. I can wrap my feet up like moccasins - it'll help me get around, if I had some stuff to do so."

You gesture to the wet useless hoodie. "Right. That's one foot." He says. "Unless you want me to rip it up."

"What would the other foot be?" You are hardly in the mood to deal with his feet at the moment.

"Maybe your leggings? I mean you've got my shirt - it's long." He holds his hands up. "Look, you don't have to. It's just a thought."

You look down, seeing the shirt does indeed cover you like a dress, though still, you do not like the idea of being without your leggings - they were your pants. You could give him [[Joemdgiveboth| both]] the hoodie and the leggings, or let him [[Joemdonlyhoodie| ruin]] the hoodie. It's not like you have a shortage of those.

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<td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Wet Long black long sleeved shirt down to thighs, boots, Wet black leggings, Wet bikini-style black bra and panties</td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Restless </td>
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<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td>
<td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, 2 planks, crowbar, pepperspray </td>
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