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Post by Poppy Wilson on Jun 20, 2008 8:22:13 GMT -5
Quite a while had elapsed since Poppy and Jimmy's meeting at the Cafe, but not much had happened in Tropico. Patricia had gotten out of the clinic a few days after har accident, perfectly well and suffering no particular brain damage. The fall wasn't that hard, but it was very hard in comparisom to a regular fall, as her Stilletos added a considerable length to her fall. Jimmy and Poppy had gone out to a fair amount of dates already, meshing well and fast becoming a couple. A sweet, quirky couple, but a great one nevertheless.
A basket in hand, stuffed with her usual favourite baked goods (scones, rolls with olives embedded in them, chocolate sunflower cupcakes and some sweet raspberry buns with "a little something special" to name a few) as well as some other picnic edibles. Crockery too, naturally, as Poppy tended to be very well organised despite her dreamy and absent-minded nature. They were strolling through the park merrily, it being early evening, and looking for a spot.
"And I most certainly think we should get a little campfire spot. The haddock won't roast itself, I should think. Nice of Stevie to skin it and chop it up for us like that, isn't it? Saves us a lot of trouble. And bones, grief, there's nothing more annoyring than having to pick a million bones out of some fish you've already stuffed in your mouth."
Laughing, she trotted merrily to a good spot she saw out of the corner of her eye, beckoning Jimmy to follow her. If they hurred in setting it all up, they could be eating by Sunset, which was what she intended. after loosening the straps that bound the picnic blanket, she flung it up to straighten it and brough it down on the grass under a particularly large palm tree, and flopped down onto it, staring up the canopy all the way up the palm tree, a dimpled smile on her face, the green of the trees and grass contrasting vividly against her red hair.
Let's get the Fire started, Jimmy! It'll be nice and bright by the time it gets darker,
she said excitedly, sitting up, her hands open and placed on the blanket on each side of her, palms down. She cocked her head at him lovingly, and after a moment in this position, sat cross legged and started sorting out the food.
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Post by Jimmy Montero on Jun 28, 2008 17:14:13 GMT -5
[ooc: seriously, someone's setting me up. >_> This is the fourth time I'm redoing this post, no lie. Just when I'm about to finish it or think of something amazing to add, some freak accident occurs and my computer goes postal and closes all my windows. I am unhappy.]
Aah, what could possibly be better than strolling along the beach at sunset with the girl of your dreams by your side? Strolling along the beach at sunset with the girl of your dreams by your side knowing the two of you are gonna get wasted. Which is what the backpack was for, or rather what the bottles inside of it were for. How romantic. "A fantabulous night to make romance", as Van Morrison would have it. Jimmy didn't told Poppy exactly what it was he brought, he'd merely said he would be bringing a few extra 'somethings', just as Poppy had arrived with raspberry buns with little 'somethings' in them. So seemingly as neither knew what the other had spiked their picnic dinner with, Jimmy figured it'd be... eh, interesting.
Jimmy briefly stopped and fumbled through his jacket pockets, realising with a sudden pang of dismay that his cigarettes weren't in them. He frowned. Either this was a ginormous government conspiracy like the world's never seen before, or he'd lost them and the little fuckers were now lying smugly on the far opposite end of the island on somebody's bedside table. Curse it. He broke into a trot and soon caught up with Poppy again, putting an arm gently around her waist and kissing her on the cheek.
And I most certainly think we should get a little campfire spot. The haddock won't roast itself, I should think. Nice of Stevie to skin it and chop it up for us like that, isn't it? Saves us a lot of trouble. And bones, grief, there's nothing more annoying than having to pick a million bones out of some fish you've already stuffed in your mouth.
He chuckled at the "some fish" bit. Unless you like "living on the edge", or shit like that. He wasn't sure how much of the conversation he'd missed, but sure as hell there were few things as horrible as picking fish bones from your mouth while trying not to swallow them and choke to death. Thank you, Stevie. We bow down before thee. Suddenly Poppy trotted off to the right, and he turned his head to see where she was off to. Oh good, it seemed a suitable spot had finally been located. Shifting his backpack further up his shoulder, he made his way over to her as she spread out the picnic blanket and sat down. Jimmy dumped the backpack down in one corner, cringing slightly at the sound of bottles clanging together, having temporarily forgotten about them. He looked Poppy over for a brief moment, her striking red hair contrasting vividly with the deep green grass. She really was beautiful. Heh, lucky him.
Jimmy sat down beside her, yanking his backpack closer and unzipping it. And here, my fine friend, we have the Good, he began, pulling out a bottle of Archers Schnapps and setting it down between them, the Bad, a bottle of Jameson Irish whiskey followed, and the Ugly. A bottle of Olmeca tequila was the last to join the group. If we are to get drunk and inappropriate then this is how it's done. He grinned, patting the bottles that lay between them and tossed the empty backpack to the side. Its service was no longer needed.
Let's get the Fire started, Jimmy! It'll be nice and bright by the time it gets darker.
Right! He jumped to his feet, his arms flailing out to the side to keep his balance. Jimmy briefly looked around him, scratching the side of his mouth. Wood... We have no wood. I will go get wood. Wait there... he announced, duteously pointing a finger into the air and going off to the left, disappearing into the dark. There had to be at least one damn tree in this park which'd make good firewood. Or their branches, at least. Hell, twigs even. The trees lining the park seemed pretty good candidates, but breaking branches off of those was probably illegal or heavily frowned upon. Jimmy went over to one of them and looked up. He twitched. Sticks and twigs would do just fine. >_>; And palm tree leaves; those things burned like there was no tomorrow.
He returned a few minutes later with a mass of sticks and twigs and palm tree leaves piled into his arms, almost completely blocking his view. He dumped them in a pile a few feet away from the picnic blanket and kneeled down in front of it. Jimmy felt through his jacket pockets and pulled out a box of matches. Come on baby, light my fire... He sang quietly to himself as he struck a match and stuck it into the side of the mound. There was a crackling noise and within a few moments the whole pile was ablaze, illuminating the surrounding area in a warm orangey glow. Jimmy stood back and finally flopped down beside Poppy again, putting an arm around her. [/blockquote]
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Post by Poppy Wilson on Jun 29, 2008 15:20:27 GMT -5
c
Unless you like "living on the edge", or shit like that.
Poppy gave a chuckle at that. She certainly didn't, and from her experiences, neither did Jimmy. Steve, however, was - she had gone camping with her cousing enough times to know that he was an outdoors man. He and Poppy had always played that they were stranded on an island and had to catch their own food to survive. Poppy dealt with making them a comfortable place to sit (A few pillows smuggled in her backpack, against Steve's rules, had always sorted that out) while Steve ran around spearing small fish, and digging up "wild potatoes" for them to eat. (how he knew where to dig to find perfect, round potatoes that had long since been seperated from their parent plant was above her) They fried all this on a little fire they secretly made, (For Poppy's parents and Steve's parents had srictly forbidden this) and usually had a rather unpleasant meal of overcooked fish and potatoes roasted to a crisp on a metal rod.
That was long ago, however, but had taught Poppy that food must absolutely ALWAYS be prepared (deboned, specifically) beforehand, in the comfort of one's own home. It was good news to her that Jimmy wasn't that much of a "survial!" freak as Steve had so obsessively been.
And here, my fine friend, we have the Good, the Bad and the Ugly. If we are to get drunk and inappropriate then this is how it's done.
Schnapps! Whiskey! Tequila! God, what a guy! Drunk and Innapropriate? How well they understood each other. A giggle escaped her, dimples alight, a Van Wykish grin resplendant on her face.
You clever thing. What luck that I brought extra glasses.
"Extra" glasses meant glasses specially for any that Jimmy brought. All in all she had six glasses; Two for Jimmy's Booze, two for water or coke or whatever, and another two for Berry Liquor, which was always with her in her carry-bag (The multi-coloured cloth sack that hung over her shoulder most of the time) as well as in her raspberry buns. Seemed like there was enough Booze all in all to last them till they fell asleep in each others arms in the middle of the park, completely wasted. Perhaps they would eventually start mixing their drinks. That might be intresting. Poppy tended to start extravagant experiments with booze when there was already some in her. Anyway, she pulled all the glasses out in a six pack, which she had bought cheaply earlier. After that was when she started to demand a fire, which Jimmy had hastilly reacted to.
Wood... We have no wood. I will go get wood. Wait there...
She watched him, her head cocked in amusement, as he scampered about in a productive fashion, collecting odd assortments of twigs, branches and leaves that would eventually be the fuel of the fire. Rather than halping him (the thought had occured to her, but laziness had over come) she sat for a bit and started to lazily sip on a glass of whisky she had poured for herself, wondering whether or not to pull out something to eat with it. For now, laziness had again overcome and she just sat placidly. His return and start to making the fire had urged her not to be an ass and to get on with something. Placing her glass carefully on the grass, she got onto her knees and sorted out all the food. Baked goods came out in swarms, and then followed strawberries, jam, cheese, syrup, and more, which she laid out strategically around the pile of baked goods on cloths. Plates, butterknives, and forkes followed. Soon all was set and the fire was glowing with warmth, and Jimmy joined her on the blanket, arms around her comfortingly.
She grinned up at him lovingly, and pulled out a strawberry, dipped it in whisky (damn, no champaign) and held it up playfully.
Strawberry?
W0ah, couldnt finish the post last night; mother had been pestering me the whole time, and was suddenly going for the plug. So I was like, POOOST!!
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Post by Jimmy Montero on Jul 1, 2008 4:27:14 GMT -5
[ooc: that's terrifying. 0_0 Lol I like the random "c" at the top of your post. xD]
No, Jimmy was most certainly not the "survive-in-the-jungle" kind of guy. Nor did he have a lot of experience in the area; he couldn't tell one plant from another and wouldn't know which one was quite edible and which one released little parasites that slowly eat you alive once digested, or something of a similar nature. Growing up in the streets and slums of New York, "survive-in-a-bigass-city" was more his thing, his "area of expertise" one could say. Which is of course the last thing one needs to be able to do when living in a place like Tropico, but it had always been a cool thing to know, and anyway that is entirely beside the point. Gah. >_> Well he knew how to start a fire at least.
You clever thing. What luck that I brought extra glasses.
Yes, so he loved being called clever. Who doesn't? Screw glasses, man. Jimmy laughed, waving a hand dismissively at the little assembly. He took the bottle of tequila, twisting the lid off and taking a swig, quivering slightly as the bitter liquid washed down his throat. Traditonally one was afterwards supposed to sprinkle a bit of salt on a slice of lime or lemon and suck it, but alas there was no such thing present at the picnic. Damn. He should've brought those. Oh well, at least they had the tequila to begin with. He wiped the top of the bottle off with his sleeve and passed it to Poppy. Makes for long nights. He grinned. Very long nights. Humhum.
Strawberry?
Dipped in whiskey? GIVE IT TO ME! *twitch* He thanked her, took the strawyberry and wolfed it down. Sorry, I'm greedy. He said innocently, reaching for the tequila and taking another gulp. Let's see... strawberries in whiskey with a side of tequila. An interesting concoction, if not rather nauseating. So he abandoned the idea without further thought into it. Jimmy lay down flat on his back and sighed. It was a perfect night, there wasn't as much as a breeze in the air or a cloud in the sky, and the only sound was that of the waves breaking on the sandy beach. He bit his lip. So how was your day? He suddenly asked. Yay for small talk. Jimmy fumbled around for the bottle of tequila and had another swig when he eventually found it. He rested it on his stomach, drumming on the bottle's sides with his fingernails as he waited for her reply. There was something else on his mind which had been ticking the entire day, something he had to ask her, but that wasn't coming until much later, fuckit, when they were so drunk they wouldn't know left from right.
[ooc: This is such an untidy post, god! Anyway, I'm in a life or death situation and I need your honest opinion on this; which looks better, the green one or the pink one? xD I couldn't think of a better song at the time, but I'ma changit later. I dug him out of one of my "archive" folders and was surprised I still had his app and everything from WAY back when at Cascade Mountains. X'DD *cough*archeological dig*cough*. And I've actually still got muse for this guy. o-0]
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Post by Poppy Wilson on Jul 1, 2008 5:12:58 GMT -5
Screw glasses, man. She laughed with him as he said this, and put the bottle to his mouth, letting the bottom of it almost face the sky. Poppy stuck to her glass - even though drinking was drinking, she was brought up to do every thing in a poper manner. More out of habbit than anything, there wasn't much reason here to argue. With a sideways wink at Jimmy, she took the tequila bottle and tipped it to pour the liquid into the glass after downing the rest of it's contents.
Makes for long nights.
Long Nights indeed! And it was hardly seven o'clock - knowing their habbits, they would be awake and singing long after the last ray of sunset light had hid from Tropico. She felt the Tequila joining the Whisky in an unpleasant meeting somewhere inside. Nuts to it, she thought, and took another long sip at the contents of her glass.
Sorry, I'm greedy.
She looked up from her drink at his innocent face which had just clearly enjoyed his Strawberry, and threw her head back in an unusually loud laugh one normally wouldn't let out in response to something as insignificant as that. Her laughter subsided to snorty giggles and she then passed him the whole box of Strawberries. She quickly took three aside for herself, however, just in case. One of these she now ate, not dipping into her drink but just drowning the berry in her glass and swallowing it with a mouthfull of Whisky after pulling the leaves apart from the fleshy, sweet, edible part. How magnificent Strawberries were, though the whisky slightly killed the taste.
So how was your day?
Cocking her head at her horizontally positioned boyfriend, she waved her hand dismissivly.
My day...?
She raised an eyebrow at him, a smile sneakily crossing her face.
It was quite fun, actually... don't know if you noticed, but I didn't open the bakery today. Had to chase away a few poor dears to the cafe. See, I was baking for a different purpose today.
She crawled on all fours over to the baked goods, and with some thought, picked out a soft flour-covered roll, a chocolate Croissant and a sweet, sticky raspberry bun. (One of those which discretely housed a generous amount of Berry liquor) That, plus a serviette, was handed to Jimmy.
You can taste how my day was, love. Have a bite - it's true, you can TASTE how excited I was for tonight!
she said with a dramatic gesture and toothy beam. She had been looking forward to spending more time with Jimmy all week. Her fingers reached for another Raspberry bun, this one for her. They were still quite warm, for these she had baked last. Smoothening the skirt of her dress under her with one hand, she shuffled over to Jimmy's side and lay down. Looking at him sideways, she gave him a quick peck on the side of his cheeck before taking a bite of her raspberry bun - this resulted in a quick flow of some Berry Liquor into her mouth. (as well as a bit onto her arm) Despite the wonders and beauty of Whisky, Tequila and Shnapps, nothing quite beat the taste of Berry Liquor. Except perhaps the taste of Berry Liquor inside a warm bun with fresh, slightly cooked, but still juicy raspberries embedded in it's flesh. Of course all this in itself was twenty times better when eaten at the side of your beloved.
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Post by Jimmy Montero on Jul 5, 2008 16:04:51 GMT -5
Lying on your back staring at the stars made you think strange thoughts. Nothing that would lead to a major scientific breakthrough and change the life of man forever, though. Merely thoughts like "What if the moon was really made of cheese?", or "Do aliens speak english?" or "I wonder what it feels like to fall off your spaceshuttle and float off into space like that one guy in 'Moonraker'?". Jimmy wondered if anybody else had noticed this before... or maybe it was just him. Hm. And while gazing out into the infinite yonder, it suddenly occured to him that he was going to propose tonight and had absolutely no idea how the fuck he was going to do so. Jimmy'd never proposed before. >_> He didn't even know, or rather couldn't even remember if he'd brought the ring, if indeed a ring. And then he giggled. Why? No idea. Maybe he was just being happy to compensate for being nervous beyond what was concidered healthy. Tonight was the night. The Big Night. The Night so Big that it would change his life forever(!!!!) if the lady said yes. Fun. Alright, come to think of it, maybe it wasn't going to be as big as the actual day of the wedding, but still Pretty Damn Big.
My day...? It was quite fun, actually... don't know if you noticed, but I didn't open the bakery today. Had to chase away a few poor dears to the cafe. See, I was baking for a different purpose today.
(Oh god, the sneaky smile. Anything but the sneaky smile!) Actually he hadn't noticed, and felt a bit bad. He'd spent most of his day skulking around in the tiny, slightly "slummier" bit of Tropico Central selling, well, "stuff". Very expensive stuff, for that matter, so he knew he was well equipped for the next few months. Obviously he didn't go about in broad open daylight in full view of everybody on the island, he wasn't that stupid. He'd mapped out the not-so-glamorous area of the island, that area that no one ever payed any particular attention to, where anything goes. Combined with the people's general "chill out" attitude towards nearly everything, business was a walk in the park here. Show me the money!, or something to that effect.
You can taste how my day was, love. Have a bite - it's true, you can TASTE how excited I was for tonight!
Oh look, food. So I'm good for something, then. He grinned lazily up at her through half-closed eyes, one hand taking the serviette from Poppy and the other carefully resting the bottle against his side. The bun was gone in a matter of seconds. A really good bun, at that (wow, what was in there?). He took another gulp of tequila. Now let us be honest; few things on the planet taste quite as disgusting as tequila does. Luckily, however, after a number of rounds it starts behaving nicely and makes many acquaintances. Having downed more than half the bottle on an empty stomach, Jimmy and the tequila were best friends by now. Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the pink elephants.
Jimmy was happy when she finally lay down next to him. It was starting to get lonely down there. -_- Gawsh. He shifted closer to her, slipping an arm under her neck and around her shoulder. He gripped a hand around the neck of the bottle of tequila and dangled it in front of her. Take it! He chuckled. He wanted to make sure the both of them were properly liquored up before the ring was to be untied and let out of the cage. Jimmy tilted his head to the side slightly, resting it gently against Poppy's, and found himself looking up at the stars again. Have you ever tried counting 'em all? He slurred thoughtfully. Actually, he didn't give a fuck how many there were or weren't, but his rapidly increasing level of alcohol had put him in a temporary philosophical mood.
[ooc: wow that was bad. XD]
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Post by wowposter on Sept 28, 2008 4:45:59 GMT -5
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