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 Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 8:14 pm
Tommy stares blankly at the television as he lets his mind wander during the movie he's seen no less than ten times. Snatch is playing right now and he gets a sudden sense of loss as he thinks of watching this movie with his friends back at the Academy.
Every day is the same...get up in the evening, watch movies till dawn, drink blood...I hate this s**t.
With a mutated toe he pushes the pause button on the remote and leaves it as such while he pokes open a new blood packet with a straw like a capri sun.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 8:41 pm
Alec wheeled determinedly towards the entertainment room that day as if the trek meant his very survival, figuring the extra effort would be a good form of exercise. Today was for relaxation and for once he felt like indulging himself in the luxuries provided by the Village possibly in the form of a movie or videogame. With any luck he'd have the room to himself.
As he reached the building the boy struggled to swing the door open himself, the coupled task of opening the door and holding it as he wedged his cumbersome chair inside was proving to be a challenge, to say the least. Unaware that anyone else was present, the sharkish teen grumpily cursed as the door banged into the wheels as his grip slipped over and over until he finally managed to enter the room in one piece.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 8:47 pm
It takes him a moment, but Tommy is finally rewarded in his efforts to poke a hole in the blood pack. He takes a long sip of it and lets out a satisfied sigh. "Don't care what it is...this s**t's good..." he mutters to himself.
At the sound of the bumping and cursing, Tommy turns around and stares for a long moment at Alec. Immediately his heart rate began to speed up and he gives a quick burst of ecolocation by way of a quick burst of air through his nose. This only provides a bit of disorientation instead of any useful information though.
It takes him a second, but he finally manages to calm himself. Still, he wasn't sure what he should do. Pretend like he didn't hear Alec wheel in? Say hi? Or just hope he doesn't recognize you...hah...that's a laugh. Poor guy though...the changes hit him hard this time around...no legs. ******** hell. His heart reaches out to Alec and he finally musters up the courage to say something.
"Long time..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:03 pm
Alec barely got settled in his seat again once he was inside the entertainment room before he felt a presence in there with him. At first he was too busy fidgetting with the towel laid across his lap to worry about who or what it was but the mumbled voice caught his attention in its familiarity.
For a moment the sharkboy merely stared at the monstrosity on the couch, unable to place the face to the voice that was nagging at his mind. The blood; he could smell it very strongly despite its sealed package but it wasn't enough to urge him into a state of hunger. Thankfully he'd eaten another lunch already. Marble-black eyes rolled to see the emaciated frame from the side of his wedged head but again, he said and did nothing. He must've considered the thing less than a threat or perhaps he indeed recognized the greeting, but the irish teen slowly began wheeling a circle around the couch to park himself near the tv.
Man. Time wasn't kind to anyone these days.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:08 pm
Tommy just watches as Alec wheels himself toward him. At first, he wasn't sure his intentions, but relief soon flooded his mind when he saw the sharkboy just sidling up near the tv. "Jesus...they didn't take any mercy on either of us..." he says softly before looking to stare at the picture on the screen. It's of Brad Pitt in Snatch, acting as the gypsy like Pikey who's about to knock out a large boxer.
"How're you holdin' up, Alec?" he asks slowly, a sudden feeling of deja vu creeping into his mind. Wasn't this how they're last meeting started? And didn't their last meeting end...roughly? Hell yeah it did...I have the very large scar on my left shoulder to prove it.
His extremely long fingers fiddle with the remote near his feet as he speaks.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:23 pm
The aquatic seemed subdued in his maneurisms as he settled into his wheelchair seat to see the tv better. He wasn't really watching the movie as much as he was finding comfort in the act of staring at the tv, no doubt finding it hard to think of anything proper to say. The two could've been considered enemies if one looked at it in the negative twist, but a common situation seemed to keep the air in the room a still and quiet one.
On any other occasion he probably would have begun spouting threats and insults by now but the boy could barely even lay eyes on the straggly-limbed man to his side. After a long pause, his jaw opened to speak slowly and deliberately. "'Am ekay." He quietly uttered the response, picking at the fibers of the towel while keeping his eyes ahead. He felt ashamed. Ashamed of how he looked and ashamed of how laid back Tommy was acting given the circumstances. He couldn't bare to face any of it. "Joost... muddlin alon', ay. An' ye?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:31 pm
As laid back as Tommy seems, the ex-cadet is anything but. For the past month or so, he has done nothing but veg out in front of the tv...the entertainment room becoming more of a second home to him. With it's dark cool interior. It's just his way of dealing with it, not that he'd ever admit that to himself. Let the hours upon hours of someone else's imagination work itself over on him. Don't think about what you look like, don't think about how little you can function now...just flow with it. Just flow.
His eyes show a little of this complete and utter submission, that is if one can get past the almost zombie-like gaze he has from staring at the tv too long.
It takes him a moment, but soon some life comes back into him as he looks back to Alec. A slight grin comes to his face. "You know, I think I still have a few of your teeth stuck in my shoulder," he says jokingly with no malice intended. He's hoping he can break the ice this way. Show that he wasn't holding a grudge against the shark man.
His eyes go vacant again as he speaks once more, "But...yeah...I'm uh...I'm just waiting...that's all...just waiting."
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:47 pm
Alec tried his best not to look at him directly just yet. The teeth, the smile, the face and hands. They were all like the accents on a dying willow tree, at least that's what the features reminded him of most. Although the superficial questions were starting, he wondered deep down how Tommy was really faring with the changes. In truth, he couldn't decide if he would rather Tommy cope better or worse than he himself was; if you could even all it coping.
It was inevitable that he'd bring up their past altercations of course. What else did they have to talk about? Reminiscing over the 'good ol' days'? In a weird way, their fighting was about the only thing they had. "Heh..." He chuffed a chuckle, feeling the urge to apologize but without doing so. It wasn't that he enjoyed the memory, he just simply wasn't sorry.
As the airy voice trailed off, the teen was urged to glance over at the man as he spoke. As his mind wandered to the possibilty, he scanned the dark, cool room before unconsciously asking the nagging question. "Ye.... go ou', righ'? From 'ere?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:58 pm
Tommy shakes his head with a sigh, trying to clear it. Why was it becoming harder and harder to think straight recently? Inactivity will do that to a person I guess... He looks back over to Alec, no longer all that concerned with how he looked. At least not to Alec. Strangely enough, out of all the people he's met, and all that's happened between them, he still considers Alec a friend. Who knows why? Maybe it's just because they both shared common experiences, or just a mutual understanding? Tommy likes to think so.
"Do...I go...out..." he mused, pronouncing each word carefully, "I wake up around six...seven o'clock at night...I can't help it any more...I don't even try to set my alarm any earlier...it just doesn't work. Then I come here...and...and I just kinda...watch movies. Sometimes I like to spend the day in here, sleeping..." Tommy trails off for a moment, the fog in his mind clearing a bit. "Oh God I miss the sun," he mutters out longingly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 10:21 pm
Alec frowned, the exaggerated expression showing mildly on his already-downward curving mouth. That couldn't be healthy. Althought by the look of his odd freatures it was becoming a little clearer as to what he was becoming. The face especially reminded him of a B-grade horror movie version of an everyday bat. Although it was easy to consider the idea that his seclusion was not just by choice but by nature of his changes, he still couldn't accept that a life like that was fruitful.
"Ye no' missin' much." The shark-teen mumbled the response in an honest bluntness. The sun was nothing but an irritation to him anyways now, considering the rate at which his skin lost its moist sheen.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 10:41 pm
Tommy stretches out the fingers on his right hand, trying to improve the circulation through them. The bones give off slight pops as he does so. After a moment he looks down at the wheelchair and shakes his head. "Yeah..." he sighs out, "I hear ya...not missin' much...that's the worst of it too...all you can do is just...wait..." he says, showing again his complete and utter submission to the system.
"I went to the Halloween ******** up thing that was...just proved what we all really are to them I guess. But yeah, I haven't done much since."
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:38 pm
Alec visibly winced at the mention of the Halloween bash, especially since he'd recently had to face that 'place' recently with Amaya. The scents, the emotions were all still fresh in his mind though he'd done well to deal with the upset rather than ignore it like he had before. It was better to know that others felt the same.
The mood was darkening in the room and the teen knew it was no good to bask in a pool of sorrow, even though he had company. More of a reason to try and move on, he thought. "So." The boy suddenly broke out from his own quiet, turning half-way in his chair to now look at the man he was beginning to feel less malice for as time went on in that place. "I' was me behth-deh, ay? A' go' a gift from th'labs. Woul' ye believe?" He spoke in such a way that it was unclear whether he was being amusingly cynical or simple jesting, though his expression seemed to forcibly lighten.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:44 pm
Tommy blinks a few times, forcibly pulling himself out of his own pit of dispair. It was hard. It always was. There doesn't seem like much else to do though, but wallow in it. Maybe it's just the lack of anything bright to make the place seem better. Being locked in this cave of his has taken it's toll on Tommy.
Finally, the bat-boy grins, showing off his own fangs, "Really? Happy birthday, man...how old're you now?"
"Wait wait...they gave you a gift? Oh God, can't wait to hear this one."
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 7:02 pm
"Eigh'-teen." The boy sat up straighter in his oddly-customized chair, thankful he didn't feel the sharp pain of his dorsal fin jamming into anything when he did. It looked like he was almost proud by the toothy half-grin he made while responding and Tommy's reaction only egged on the beginnings of a good mood. "A' rubbeh duckeh 'n a box." At this, he started an enthusiastic chuckle.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 7:08 pm
Eighteen...Christ, was he that young? I had no idea...goddamnit I hate this place. Though his grin falters a tiny bit, it comes back in full force soon after. The chuckle is contagious as Tommy himself begins laughing too. "Oh s**t, that's great," he says with genuine mirth. It stops soon though as Tommy suddenly looks disorented. He shakes his head and rubs one of his large ears with the palm of his hand.
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