[Isabel] Washed Up (tag anybody nearby)

[nohatmatt]

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[George] Back to Nature (tag Izzy)

[sinanju]

Breakfast had been better than she'd ever imagined breakfast foods could be. Bacon, eggs, toast, juice--they all seemed so...pedestrian. But spend almost three weeks eating smoked pork or polar bear and various tropical fruits, and fish (don't forget fish), and ordinary food took on amazing importance

[Isabel] Human contact (tag George)

[nohatmatt]

A fair amount of time had passed before Isabel saw any activity. After a little while of standing against a tree, she'd found a large fallen branch to sit on, partially concealed, so that she wouldn't be immediately spotted in the dimness under the canopy by somebody coming out of the door, which she had concluded led into some sort of underground bunker - there was simply nowhere else for it to go, unless it concealed a small cave

[George] Human contact (tag Izzy)

[sinanju]

George started when a stranger stepped out of the treeline and walked toward. (Jesus Christ!) George thought. (I can't fucking believe this! Another castaway?) George studied the stranger for a moment. (Another gorgeous blonde with a killer figure. Double fuck!)

"Yeah," George said. "I speak English. Almost everybody here does. My name is George. George Lass."

She paused, eyeing Isabel speculatively. Given the situation here, the chances of Isabel being a normal person with no weird powers and no mysterious past were near enough zero as to make no difference. George didn't feel like doing the Mystery Dance yet again. So.

"So what's your story, Isabel? Alien? Pyschic? Time traveller? Undead? Demon hunter? Vampire slayer? Stop when I'm getting warm."

OOC laughter

[starborn_scribe]

ROTFL! God, I love George. Poor Izzie. Maybe she'll feel better once she realizes that she can join the local Paranoid Paranormals chapter. XD