Gone Fishin'
LazyWho: Andre and Anna
When: morning
Where: By the lake
Andre had tried to sleep in, but the bright sun peeking in his window had awakened him. He blinked at the light as he woke up, then smiled a little. He'd been waiting for a day like this since he'd found out about the lake. For one of the rare times in his life, Andre skimped a little on his morning routine. He got dressed, rather casually, put on a vest and a hat, and headed out to the shed, hoping to find exactly what he needed.
Bingo. He opened a cabinet in the shed, and there they were. Fishing rods and reels. He hadn't gone fishing in years, but it relaxed him. And Lord knew he needed some relaxation after the last few days- punk kids, hysterical white women, killer playing cards... DAMN. He grabbed a rod and a folding chair and headed to the shore, stopping to pick up a few worms that had dared poke their heads out after the rain. He set up his chair, baited his hook, and cast his line out, smiling a little at the satisfying "plop" it made as it hit the water. He sat down with a slight groan, lit up a cigar, and pulled his hat down over his eyes. Yessir. It was gonna be a good day.
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It was a nice day, there'd
It was a nice day, there'd been no weird and freaky people on the cameras, the sun was shining, the birds were singing - Anna was bored. With a capital B. Which was why she'd wandered down to the lakeside in the first place, walking up to the guy fishing and sitting down a few feet from him, watching him, her head cocked to one side. She didn't say anything - no, for now she was just watching.
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Andre felt a tug on his line. Excited, he chomped down on his cigar as he began reeling it in. His excitement, however, quickly dimmed once the hook was clear of the water and it was obvious that his worm was gone. "Sonuva-" he stopped himself as he realized that someone was watching him. He smiled and tipped his hat to the newcomer. At least this girl didn't seem crazy. Yet. "Mornin'," he said, as he finished bringing in his line and pulled another worm from his pocket. "Nice day, isn't it?" He'd kind of wanted to be alone, but he had no problem with a little sane small talk.
Anna had watched as he
Anna had watched as he pulled on the rod, her eyes going to the line as the thought I wonder if he realises there's a body in there? suddenly sprang, unbidden, to her mind. She watched, wide eyed, wondering if he was going to suddenly heave it out, only relaxing back as the line came up empty. His hastily caught half-swear drew her attention back to him and she gave him a bright smile. "Hiya - lovely day, isn't it?" he asked him, upbeat as always.
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"Best we've had since I been here." Andre baited his hook again, the little worm wriggling between his fingers as he impaled it. "Say, you don't know if anyone's ever actually caught anything in here, do you?" She didn't look like the fishing type, really, but you never know. Most people wouldn't think he was the fishing type, either. He got ready to cast his line out again, then thought. "Say, you might better back up just a little. I don't mind catching me a pretty lady, but this ain't the way I'd like to do it."
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"I honestly don't know," Anna told him, doing as he said and getting up to move a little further back. She doubted that he'd hit her though - the only pretty lady he'd be catching had been dead for a while, if the cameras told the truth. It bothered her that they still hadn't found any evidence of her other than on the cameras. Was she even real? Was there actually a body in the lake? "I don't know the first thing about fishing," she added, honestly.
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Andre smiled as he cast his line out once again, the hook plopping as it broke the water. "Well, you're more than welcome to watch and learn if you like." He took off his hat and wiped his brow. Either he was getting fatter or it was getting hotter already. "Andre Washington the Third, fisherman, wrestler, grill master, and all-around Renaissance Man at your service."
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"AnnaJo Tovey," she replied, flashing him another smile. "But people generally just call me Anna - AnnaJo's a silly name. Sounds like you can do a lot," she added, not for now saying whether she'd like to learn to fish or not. Right now, she was just all for watching. She'd mastered watching - fishing she would probably suck at and she didn't like not being able to do something.
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"Well, I been around a bit. You learn things." He puffed his cigar a little. "AnnaJo's not a silly name. It's quite nice, I think, but hey, if you want it to just be Anna, that's cool." They sat in silence for a couple of minutes. "So, you been here long? Anything I need to know about this lake? Nessie gonna come out and eat me?" He chuckled at his little joke.
The joke earned him another
The joke earned him another smile and her eyes batted towards the lake before returning to him. "I ahven't been here all that long - not long enough to see Nessie," he told him. "I don't think there's anything in the lake we need to be worried about - and by the looks of it, not too many fish either - do you usually catch lots?" she asked him.
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"Depends on the day," he said, pulling in his line slightly, hoping to get a nibble. "Some days, they practically jump out of the water. Other days, you could put out a buffet and they wouldn't budge." He chuckled at the thought. "I was hoping to get a couple at least. I got a hankerin' for some nice grilled fresh caught fish." He looked at the water. It didn't look the best. "Then again maybe this is catch and release territory."
He felt another tug on the line. This time he started playing the line a little bit. "Oh, this one's got a little fight in it!" he shouted, excited at getting a bite. He started reeling in his bait, shooting a big grin over at Anna.
"Out here, I guess you don't
"Out here, I guess you don't even need a licence," she suggested. "Seeing as how we don't know where we are. Would you cook it yourself? And - eww - would you have to kill it and gut it and everything?" she asked, her eyes darting between him and the water. "How do you kill a fish anyhow? Do you bash them over the head with something, or just leave them out of water and let them suffocate?" She finished her question just as he exclaimed and she watched as he started to fight with the line more, figuring that she might just get to find out.
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"Oh yeah," he said as he continued to fight with the fish. "Usually yeah, you just let 'em suffocate. And yeah," grunt "I'll clean it and cook it, long as I got a place to do it." He dropped his cigar as he kept fighting. He almost had it landed, he could tell this was gonna be a-
flop
A little fish, maybe 4 inches long, flopped up onto the shore.
"Well, hell." He chuckled a little, picking up the little fish on the line, wiggling for its last breath. "Know anyone with a cat? That might be enough for it."
Anna watched as the fish
Anna watched as the fish wriggled, wondering about that - wouldn't it be better, all things considered, to just give it a good bash round the head. It would be over more quickly, stoving its head in like that rather than watching it wriggle, not be able to breathe. Quicker that way. It was small, the fish - she wondered if he'd throw it back. "People have cats in the house," he said, still watching the fish. "Maybe they'd like it?"
Andre contemplated the fish,
Andre contemplated the fish, gasping for air at the end of its string. Finally, he decided to show a little mercy and unhooked the little fish and threw it back. "Naw, that one needs to grow a little more before it's worth eating." He smiled and pulled out a worm, re-baiting the hook. He thought for a moment, then held out the rod to Anna. "You wanna give it a try?"
Anna had been watching the
Anna had been watching the fish and her eyes followed it, even as he unhooked it and launched it back into the water. She was still watching the ripples on the lake as he spoke to her, dragging her attention back. "Sure!" she replied, immediately and enthusiastically, pulling herself to her feet. She wanted a go at this! "Er, what do I do?" she asked him.
He handed her the rod, then
He handed her the rod, then stepped out of the way. "It's real simple. Just pull it back, then hold the button down on the reel and flick the rod back forward." He kind of demonstrated using his now empty arm.
Anna watched his arm
Anna watched his arm movements a few times, then adjusted her grip on the rod slightly. Taking a breath, she tentatively pulled back, then let the rod come forward again. She didn't totally screw it up, but the worm didn't fly far either, coming down into the water with a plonk a couple of feet off shore.
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"Not bad, not bad," he laughed as he walked over to her. "At least you didn't get it caught in a tree." He took the rod from her and started reeling it in, but a quick jerk told him that the hook *had* gotten caught somewhere. "Hold on a second." He gave the line a tug, then another. It was stuck, but good. And of course, he hadn't bothered to get extra hooks. A third tug, and snap went the line. "Motherfuck," he muttered under his breath.
Anna gave him an almost
Anna gave him an almost pained, worried, look. "Did I screw up?" she asked, keeping her curses that she'd done just that to herself. She could already feel the embarrassed blood rising to her cheeks. She shouldn't have done this - she was going to look totally stupid and now she'd broken the guy's rod thingy and he was going to be mad at her and fuck.
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"Yeah, just a little," Andre sighed, a bit flustered. "It's ok though. Don't worry about it. Sun's starting to get kinda high anyways, I should probably pack it in." He actually was a little pissed, but hey, she didn't mean to. "Guess that fish fry will have to wait 'til next time." He picked up the rod and chair. "I better get myself cleaned up. I'll see you around, Miss Tovey." He tipped his hat to her again.
She bit down on her lip.
She bit down on her lip. Hard. She wouldn't let this bother her, she wouldn't - she'd only just met the man, he seemed perfectly polite, she would be nice and perfectly presentable and not lose her temper. She took a few moments and smiled, sweetly. "I'm really very sorry," she apologised, sounding ocmpletely sincere. "I didn't mean to - it was nice to meet you."