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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 10, 2009 13:45:13 GMT -5
Amidst the tree and freshly mowed grass lay a small figure, seeming to be lifeless. In the middle of the night it would seem like this was a dead body just dumped in the park after a horrible drug battle. Seeing as it was the day, it could be anyone just taking a break to enjoy the sun. That is what Mojo was doing. She was laying on her back, facing the extremely hot sun. With her bag as a pillow and her fedora hat covering her eyes from the sun, Mojo was taking a short mid afternoon nap. Why not, she really didn't have anything better to do. Having no friends meant that you had to entertain yourself with whatever was available to you.
Back before she came here, Mojo only had a few close friends but that was really all she needed. Too many just got crowded and annoying to try and keep up with them all. Being the only one of her friends to not take the drug, it meant she would once again be alone. After so long it wasn't hard to get used to a new situation all alone. There were times when Mojo loved being alone, stuck in her own head. Other times she was going crazy having no one to talk to. Right now, she was content with just laying on the grass, enjoying the smell of the grass and the warm sun slowly toasting her skin.
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Post by Owen Thomas on Aug 15, 2009 20:03:00 GMT -5
Owen was deep in thought as he walked along the grass and trees, eyes pointed skyward, and arms swinging wildly. Owen was in a gleeful mood because once again, he had had a very productive day in the archives, and he was one step closer to finding a way out of this forsaken place. He sat down by the nearest tree and pulled out the weather-stained leather notebook that never left his side. It contained hundreds of notes taken over the last few years detailing his findings around the globe as he studied, documented and travelled in search of exciting things.
He preferred to look at this whole experience as something of an adventure, something that he would research, hack and escape, all in the name of life achievement and good story. He was surprised even with his Scottish passport, that he was even detained in this government hassle, but such is life. He was about to start his documentation for the day when he notice someone in the grass.
"Oy there, I 'ope you're well dear. Just enjoying the midday sun like any other lass these days?"
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 15, 2009 20:16:35 GMT -5
Mojo had been in the mist of falling asleep. The warm air was making it hard to stay awake and she was bored out of her mind so it didn't help matters. If it hadn't been day time she knew she would have been mugged by now. But as it wasn't she figured not a lot of people would be out. Especially when it was this warm outside. A sane person would be inside trying to do anything and everything that they could to stay cool.
Before the bliss of a nice nap arrived, she heard someones voice not too far off from where she was laying. Fingers gripping her hat, she put it back on her head before turning towards the voice, still laying on her stomach. "I'm great actually, what might you be doing out here in this weather?" she asked wondering who he was and what made him decide to say something to her. Not that she was complaining it was always nice to meet someone new.
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Post by Owen Thomas on Aug 15, 2009 20:57:05 GMT -5
"Well its sunny, and enjoyable, so just about what anyone else would expect on a nice day such as this. I seemed to have disturbed your potential nap, so I think that I will leave you to that." Owen was about to roll over and continue with his note-taking when he had yet another rude idea. "On second thought, if you don't mind, I would like to introduce myself, and perhaps if you so choose, you may reciprocate?"
Owen squinted for a moment because of the sun, and then with a relaxed tone he said, "my name is Owen Thomas. And you are?" Even though he was trying to be nice, all he could think about was the itch that he had on his lower back. Not being able to contain himself, he viciously scratched his back, and immediately had an apologetic look on his face as if he had committed a crime that only he was aware of.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 15, 2009 21:19:45 GMT -5
Mojo propped herself up on her elbows as she looked at the other. From the tone he was giving her it seemed that she had offended him in some way. With this she ran through the the brief conversation they had had and found nothing that she could think of that was offensive. Sitting up, she walked over to where Owen was in the shade and planted herself down beside him. "Mojo Jones." she told him tilting her head down to cover her face from the sun.
Watching him squat there she couldn't help but laugh when he started scratching himself. She couldn't help herself it just looked funny and he looked half cave man at the moment.
Reverting back to the good old days huh?" she teased not really sure if he would get what she was talking about. She always said things like that thinking people would understand her. Most of the time they just gave her a look and walked away quickly.
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Post by Owen Thomas on Aug 15, 2009 22:22:12 GMT -5
"If you mean the days where as a child you could do whatever feels good at the time, then yes those were the good ol' days." Owen wasn't sure if he hit the mark on that one, but it made sense to him. He didn't really follow societal norms most of the time anyway, so from child to adult, the transition was seamless, or rather non-existent. "Nice to meet you Mojo, and to be honest, I have not met many people since arriving here. Kept to myself mostly, so I feel its about time to get into our new found home."
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 15, 2009 23:45:34 GMT -5
Mojo leaned back against the tree trunk and slide down a bit getting more comfortable in the shade. She tilted her head to look at Owen and nodded a bit. "Not bad but I was going more for the whole caveman monkey theory." she told him. No she herself did not follow a specific theory but it was good to know them all. Keep your friends close and you're enemies close. That was how she thought when it came to anything in life really. She couldn't help but laugh at the image she got of Owen dressed as a cavemen walking around grunting and scratching his ass. It made her burst out into laughter. It was yet another thing she did that got people to run away from her. In all honesty Mojo didn't care if they didn't accept who she was she wasn't changing for anyone.
"Then I am glad to be one of the few that you have met." she added and stuffed her hands into her pocket trying to find the pack of gum she had bought the other day. It was almost done but there might still be something to salvage. She popped a new piece into her mouth once she found the container and offered some to Owen. "What brings you to Q-town then?" she asked curiously finding this topic seemed to be the best to open with. And the most common.
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