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 Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:33 am
 An icy torrent had ravaged his body as he plummeted into the darkened blue. Like a thousand tiny needles, the pressure nipped at his skin; he had become numb with terror. Ambitiously, he had floundered underneath the water's surface. His arms had swung in all directions; his legs had kicked vigorously until his head had protruded the surface. As if having forgotten something, he had taken a large gasp. His grief-stricken eyes had dilated as the current swept him under once more, rejoining him with his lost object. With dedication, he had grasped the sphere-like item, holding it close while kicking to resurface - but the oscillations held a different view. They held him to the space below the surface, seeming to enjoy the tired struggle. Soon he had felt his body whisk away. As if he had fallen under protection, he was occasionally shot to the surface for that elongated breath, which had become almost gentle. The longer he spent coughing, shouting, and fighting, the more tired he became. His limbs had soon grown sore from the cold and motion. Then the current had slowed - and he had drifted to darkness as the water carried him to the unknown shore...
[ t a b l e o f c o n t e n t s ]
£ || Under The Boogeyman Shadow: Introduction and Contents.
£ || Crash-Landed Castaway: Jack Aubrey.
£ || Glimmer In The Dark: The Past.
£ || A Monstro Occasion: The Infection.
£ || Those Who Are: Relations.
£ || Familiarity's Love: Inventory.
£ || A Keepsake Of Time: Pictures.
£ || There Is A Story: Events Directory.
£ || Drawn Line: Credits.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:36 am
  Name: Jack Aubrey.
Nickname: Jackie.
Age: 12.
Sex: Male.
Nationality: U.S. - American.
Height: ---
Weight: ---
Build: Slender / Lean.
Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Medium-Dark Blue.
Distinguishing Features:
-Webbed Feet.
-Pink-Purple tipped fingers, toes, and ears.
-Small Tusks.
Personality:
An immensely complex individual, Jack is difficult to unravel. His characteristics are seemingly defined by their lack of complete predictability and their unorthodox ways. While not incredibly quirky, his attitude tends to dwell on the line of a half-false ideal. One could argue that he utilizes the defense-mechanism known as 'suppression'. Given the circumstances of which brought him to his current state, he is obviously fearful and uncertain. Within his own mind, he bombards himself with the misgivings of being stranded. However, he is young. In that youth, he maintains something unique and powerful: the ability to hope and believe that something better is awaiting him. Two emotions clutter his brain consistently, working together in an endless, quarrelsome dance with hazy meaning. Further, such cognitive concepts are magnified by his near breeching into the preteen years, when hormones first begin to rage and attitudes first begin to change. On the contrary, he is far from mature and does not understand the nature of mood-swings or the idea of physical change at such a high level; therefore his reaction to change itself is restricting. In a sense, Jack hides from the idea. He shuns it and falls into denial simply because it isn't a familiarity, and sudden growth or changes disturb him.
The nature of emotion provokes irrationality, which Jack certainly depicts. Even when resourceful and bright, his mentality and focus waver easily. He has very limited knowledge of the boundaries set for him; thus he is prone to placing himself in dangerous situations or placing others in dangerous situations. Simultaneously, he may say things he does not truly mean - as a spur of the moment response. Simply speaking: he behaves on the heat of the moment. Rash, bold, and reckless, he rarely thinks things through entirely before acting out.
As was being mentioned, Jack can be resourceful and bright. He possesses a working imagination and a comfortable, survival-orientated thought process. His memory seems to function based on 'what he heard' or 'what he saw' or 'what they did when camping'. He makes use of what knowledge he has, and invents new ways to obtain desired effects depending on the situation. For instance, he will certainly have a variety of methods geared towards gathering food or providing entertainment. Following that tangent, his social-tendencies are endlessly driven by the idea of living. Frankly, he experiences brief anxiety or reluctance, particularly with adults. However, such anxiety does not dominate his habits. He is quick to settle in, quick to trust, and highly interested in other people. He enjoys the idea of speaking and interacting, just as he enjoys the idea of play. A jabber-jaw, a boy with a mouthful, he always appears to have something to say. If he does not speak, then it can be suggested something may be wrong with him.
In basic summary, Jack is: Complex, emotionally heated, nervous, hopeful, resourceful, bold, reckless, imaginative, and sociable. A kid.
Conceptual Song [Theme]: ---
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:40 am
It had began on a smooth evening, carrying far into the morning hours. In a chaotic sense, it had proven peaceful. Through all the struggles, through all the pains, and through all the confusion, life had started. Jack was born to a loving couple living in Seattle, Washington. His youngest years are remembered unclearly, but casually. He was a budding youth, a wild child with an endless curiosity. There wasn't a thing he did not touch or desire to know, and the object of play was his greatest fantasy. He was an active individual, consistently running outdoors to explore what areas of the town he was permitted. More specifically, he spent his days around the neighborhood children, engaging in every activity they could imagine. The most frequent had proven to be Soccer. Jack fell in love with the game; he flooded himself with it and continuously looked forward to playing. Even more so, he looked forward to seeing it professionally performed.
His schooling was mundane. Jack attended a public elementary school within his neighborhood, residing within the same institute for several years. His grades and performance could be described as average, yet scattered. The slate was consistent, but far from spectacular or wonderful. Eventually, they had taken a sharp dive - possibly the result of settling in and catching up on curriculum. Within the more present state of his life, his parents relocated to a small town in Alaska, having found opportunity there for themselves. Jack was reluctant to accept the sudden change of atmosphere - Washington being immensely different than Alaska. Regardless, he had began to settle in and adapt to the mysterious wilderness of the state, as well as the nature of his new school and its quirky scheduling. His academics had began to improve by the time he reached his current grade, and, by the Fall Break, he had returned to his consistent performance. Unfortunately, it was never intended to last. His parents had decided to send him over-sea to Ireland to visit his grand-parents for the Fall Break, assuming it would be good for him. Jack, however, had no true desire to go. He did not approve of planes, nor of being sent away. Respectively speaking: his parents wanted their alone time and made the arrangement, which Jack had felt early on. He became angry with them - his irrationality shining through on the day he was taken to the airport by his mother. The two of them fought half-way into the waiting section for the gate, and, just prior to the boarding, Jack had spat out a long string of disapproving statements - the most notable being 'I hate you'. He left his mother without a word, without a wave; he had only given her a tired and aching glance over his shoulder before disappearing through the tunnel and onto the plane.
It was that moment in which the journey began. Jack had taken his seat next to the window. He had promptly shut the sliding cover to shelter the view of the take-off and flight, and he had huddled in his seat with his solo carry-on item: his precious soccer ball. As the plane climbed into the air, an ominous feeling had been pitted within his gut. He had felt ill, tired, and dreadful. More specifically: he had felt alone. It was the first time he had ever taken a plane trip on his own, and the lack of company weighed on him greatly during the duration of the trip. He had done nothing more than sit still, hug his ball, and smile now and again at the helping-hands walking the aisles and providing drinks or food. Sometime within the trip, he had relaxed. He had opened his window to peer out, he had even unbuckled his seat-belt. His comfortable nature had been disrupted by an unexpected disturbance, though. Turbulence had laced the path of the plane. It had rocked wickedly; he had rebuckled his seat-belt, though it had done him no good. Over the intercom, the pilots had began to state specifics and directions. They warned passengers to remain calm, and that an emergency water-landing would be taking place. They had encouraged them all to read the pamphlets in the seat, and to gather their life-jackets. Throughout the ordeal, the plane plummeted down. A wretched noise filled the air; his ears had popped continuously as the pressure changed, and his stomach had began to churn at a greater rate. The more the pilots spoke, the more he listened, and the more he feared. Then the moment of impact occurred. The plane landed on the water, but the land had been far from perfect. For whatever reason, it slid into the water, gliding through it and beginning the process of sinking. As the emergency doors were opened, water gushed into the plane. People fought tooth and nail to get out of the metal container, leaping into the deflatable rafts attached to the emergency exits once they had been deployed. Others had simply jumped to the water and swam for the raft, clinging to it, crawling into it, pushing one another. The hysteria to have broken out was apparent, no one having obeyed the non present pilots and their suggestion to remain calm. Jack had been trapped in his seat, the aisles flooded by a stampede. He had watched for a long while before rising and attempting his own disembarkment, seeking an opening wherever he could. Somewhere within the mess, he had become desperate to survive, and that desperation was magnified when he saw the light of the emergency exit and the wide-open space of the aisle-seats. Quickly, he had hurdled over the seats, his ball in arm. He had beat his way into the mess - kicking and pounding the rushing groups of people to escape until he had finally fallen into the water. He was dragged under - an oddly powerful current sweeping him away; then everything had gone dark.
He had awoken on the Island's shore, soaked to the bone and sore. Naturally, he had been concerned. More so, he had been surprised to be alive and without serious injury. Finding the situation somewhat peculiar, he had sought an explanation for his location. He had walked the shore - he had observed the horizon, and he had tirelessly searched for anyone else after the greater half of his fear had subsided. During his search, he had sworn up and down to have seen something in the distance, though it had never drawn closer. It had not responded to him, thus he had grown to believe it a figment of his imagination. With the sun setting on the horizon, Jack had become determined to eat, and determined to settle for the night so that he could try and gather himself, try and think of what to do. He was terrified. He was cold. He felt himself on the verge of tears, though he felt ashamed to admit such a thing. Ignoring the figure he had seen, he had attempted a fishing expedition, only to have failed. When darkness had settled in, he had been left with soggy, cold clothing - certainly not good for relaxation. Behaving under resource, he followed an instinct and sought out warmth, creating a small fire on the shore for himself and huddling near it with his things. During that time, the figure in the distance had appeared once more, and he had grown angry with it. It had began advancing, slowly. As if having felt unsafe, Jack had began to run away - only to turn around and burst out in rage and tears. He made a declaration that he wasn't going to run away, and that he believed everything was a simple dream that he would wake up from. As if deciding that to be the only explanation, he had taken his soccer ball, which had remained with him, and had gone to play in an attempt to calm himself down.
Short days passed. Nothing changed. He traveled the shore, nibbled on vegetation as his stomach grew to hurt. Never did he stop waiting to wake up, always coming up with an excuse for why he wasn't already sitting at the breakfast table or in bed. In the back of his mind, he knew that the experience was no dream. As a result, he had gradually began letting go of the concept that it was all unreal. Instead, he became concerned over what to do and what the future held for him. His search of the Island resumed, and that is where the story begins...
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:53 am
The Orca, also referred to as the Killer Whale, Blackfish, or Seawolf, is the largest member of the oceanic dolphin family. In that respect, its name is somewhat of a misnomer, given the fact that a dolphin is considered a separate category from that of the whale. Regardless, the Orca is a member of the oceanic dolphin family and is found within all of the world's oceans - from the arctic waters of the northern hemisphere to antartica, to the tropical waters about the equator. They are opportunistic and versitile predators, oten preying on small fish. However, they have been known to feed on other marine life - including sea lions, seals, and even large whales. Their social tendencies are incredibly elaborate and provident; Orcas travel in small packs, said to be the strongest and most stable of any animal species'. They even have a developed communications system and hunting pattern, often defined as the manifestation of culture. Further, their life-span has been known to go upward to 90 years.
They are distinctively colored with patterns of black and white. Predominantly, they are a sleek black with a white under-belly and white slant-marks about the side and above the eye. Often the patch above the eye is mistaken for the eye itself, which, in actuality, is quite small. Males can range from 19 to 26 feet long and 6 tonnes; females can range from 16 to 23 feet and 5 tonnes. However, both have been sighted at larger sizes, though such cases are rare. Unlike most dolphins, the pectoral fin of an Orca is large and rounded — more of a paddle than other dolphin species. Males have significantly larger pectoral fins than females. Although it may be said to be more illusionary, as a female's dorsal fin is typically curved, whereas a male's is not.
The Orca is an Apex Predator, often titled as the wolf of the sea because of its tendency to hunt in a pack. On average, they consume 500 pounds of food in one day. They prey on a variety of species, although they often have specializations due to their division of categories [ 'subspecies' ]. There are three subspecies of Orca, all namely identified by the position of their markings and their dietary habits. Even so, the majority of Orcas possess a habitual tendency towards a specific type of food. Even so, they also have a tendency to harrass and kill other marine animals simply for game.
The day-to-day behaviour of Orcas is generally divided into four activities: foraging, travelling, resting and socializing. Orcas are generally enthusiastic in their socializing, engaging in behaviours such as breaching [rising above water - diving], spyhopping, and tail-slapping. In general, they travel closely. Sometimes they interact and venture with other species of dolphins and sea lions [even though sea lions are regarded as a type of food or game]. Orcas are well known for their mental capabilities. Studies have indicated that an Orca has an outstanding memory. The Orca's use of dialects and the passing of other learned behaviours from generation to generation has been described as a form of culture. The paper Culture in Whales and Dolphins, goes as far as to say: "The complex and stable vocal and behavioral cultures of sympatric groups of killer whales (Orcinus orca) appear to have no parallel outside humans and represent an independent evolution of cultural faculties.", which means their social construct is on par with those of human beings.
£ || Walrus
The Walrus is a large flipper-finned mammal distributed throughout the arctic regions, or, rather, the northern hemisphere. It is the only surviving member of the Obobenidae family, though it is divided into two or three subspecies - the Atlantic, Pacific, and the possible Laptev Sea. They are immediately recognizable due to their prodigious tusks, whiskers, and bulk. Adult males within the Pacific region have been noted to weigh upward to 2 tons. Among Pinnipeds, they are only succeeded in size by the Elephant Seal. They reside primarily in shallow shelf habitats, pursuing their perferred diet of mollusks. Walruses are noted as relatively long-lived, social animals and a keystone species in Arctic ecosystems.
Males are known to weigh up to 2,000 kg [4,400 lb], although the average weight is anywhere from 800 kg to 1,700 kg. Females weigh in at roughly two thirds the weight of a male. As with otariids, they have prominent thick necks and the ability to turn their rear flippers forward and move on all fours; however, their swimming technique is more similar to that of true seals, relying less on flippers and more on sinuous whole body movements.Like phocids, they also lack external ears.The tusks are actually elongated canines found within both sexes of the species. However, they are considerably longer for males, the size of the tusk suggesting dominance. Their use varies - generally containing actions such as hooking onto an ice-hole to gather breathing without surfacing, or to haul themselves onto ice. Surrounding the tusks are an area of thick bristles, whiskers. Typically, there are 400 to 700 whiskers divided into 13 to 15 rows, hence their provident nature on the face of the Walrus. Aside from the vibrissae, walruses are sparsely covered with fur and appear bald. Their skin is highly wrinkled and thick. Young walruses are deep brown and grow paler and more cinnamon colored as they age. Because the blood vessels in the skin constrict in cold water, walruses can appear almost white when swimming. Walruses also possess air sacs under their throats, which act like flotation bubbles and allow them to bob vertically in the water and sleep.
£ || Angler Fish
Angler Fish are bony aquatic creatures named after their distinct mode of hunting - which is characterized by a thick growth over their head, which acts as a lure for prey. They typically have three long filaments sprouting from the middle of the head; these are the detached and modified three first spines of the anterior dorsal fin. In most anglerfish species, the longest filament is the first, located above the fish's eyes. The spine is movable, and thus the growth may be wiggled to resemble the movements of the animal's prey. Angler Fish reside in the dark, deep regions of the ocean; therefore they rely on the fact that their lure is bioluminescent, meaning it lights up. The wide mouth extends all around the anterior circumference of the head, and both jaws are armed with bands of long pointed teeth, which are inclined inwards, and can be depressed so as to offer no impediment to an object gliding towards the stomach, but to prevent its escape from the mouth. The anglerfish is able to distend both its jaw and its stomach (its bones are thin and flexible) to enormous size, allowing it to swallow prey up to twice as large as its entire body.
£ || Jellyfish
Jellyfish are marine invertebrates found in every ocean of the world. Ironically, their name is a grave misnomer considering they are not fish - as fish are vertebrates. The body of an adult jelly fish consists of a bell-shape, which produces jelly to enclose the internal parts, from which the tentacles are extended. They lack basic sensory organs, as well as a brain. However, they are capable of perceiving stimuli, such as light and oder, and are often quick to respond. Most Jellyfish are slow swimmers and drifters - moving in a drive to create a circular current to draw in food. Its diet consists roughly of small fish and plankton. Their digestive system, technically, is incomplete; the food enters the same way it leaves. The body of an adult is made up of 94–98% water, and the bell shape consists of a layer of epidermis, gastrodermis, and a thick layer called mesoglea that produces most of the jelly and separates the epidermis from the gastrodermis.
The majority of Jellyfish possess stingers which lash out at individuals who happen to brush along-side the creature. While the toxins released are not usually deadly, they do cause grave discomfort. They pass through two different body forms during their life cycle. The first is the polyp stage, when the jellyfish takes the form of either a sessile stalk which catches passing food, or a similar free-floating configuration. The polyp's mouth and tentacles face upwards.
In the second stage, the jellyfish is known as a medusa. Medusae have a radially symmetric, umbrella-shaped body called a bell. The medusa's tentacles hang from the border of the bell.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:55 am
 Wesley Roberts: A snake man! Oh god, he's a snake - and he doesn't have any legs, and he's green! What the hell, what the hell?!
Takumi Yuudai: I hit him on accident when playing with my ball. He wasn't bad. He was ... Kind of nice. He didn't speak English well, but I could understand him. We went to this place, but I just couldn't look at him anymore after a while. I had to leave. He had this tail. These fins - he looked funny, and it was just awkward. What is it with this place? I feel kind of bad.
Kainalu Palau: She's normal! I was so relieved to find someone who didn't look like they were part of the Twilight Zone, or a horror movie, or something. It was a little weird at first, because, well... I didn't expect anyone to be out so late. I didn't really expect to see anyone at all. She was nice, though - and she's very, uhm, pretty? She was nice. I like her a lot. She seems fun.
Kara Dy: I think I was dying. I was walking the beach and I just felt really sick - everything was hurting, and my stomach wouldn't stop. My head wouldn't stop. My feet wouldn't stop. I just laid down, I didn't want to keep going, but then she showed up. I ... I think I remember Kai mentioning her. She was really nice; she took me to food, water, and then offered to let me stay with her. Tried to show her a trick, but my legs are sore. Really sore! It's nothing like running for hours - it's different. She didn't seem to mind that I messed up, though. I really owe her!
Hailey Santoro: Thoughts processing...
Aiden Marlowe: Thoughts processing...
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 7:56 am
Jack's most prized possession, he is almost never seen without the ball somewhere near him. An avid fan of the sport, he frequently plays with it or practices certain techniques simply for the sake of being able to say he can perform well. In a sense, it can be argued that the ball provides a form of escapism from reality. When problems arise, he turns to it and vigorously attends to it. In that respect, the ball is conflicting in nature. While it occupies and settles him, it also consumes his time when stress settles in, often leading to skipped meals or lacking conversation, unless someone may be participating with him. However, Jack is possessive of the item and rarely approves of others taking it without his being near. He certainly doesn't approve of surrendering it to those he may not be well acquainted with.
£ || The Jacket and Clothing.
Jack's autumn-winter attire. The location his residence was placed proved increasingly cold; thus, when he left, he was adorned in heavy winter clothing, which included a white coat and a knit-looking sweater. Considering the atmosphere of the Island, he rarely wears his coat. On occasion, he may even discard his sweater simply for the sake of comfort. His pants are nothing more than a simple pair of blue jeans - resting underneath said pants are none other than a pair of solid-colored boxers, a stale, slate green in color. Unfortunately, his shoes were lost when the tide swept him away, as well as his socks.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 8:00 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 8:04 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 8:08 am
The Lagoon (c) Nikorasu-kun.
Official Artwork (c) Nikorasu-kun.
Other Artwork (c) Respective Artists.
Jack Aubrey Concept (c) Ieeko.
Banners (c) Ieeko.
Photoshop Brushes (c) axeraider70
Photographs (c) Respective Photographers.
Animal Information (c) Wikipedia.org.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 5:37 pm
[ Explorations of a Lone Scout ]
Details: After a night on the beach, Jack begins exploring the Island, only to encounter Wesley Roberts. Perplexed, Jack goes along with the idea of his being nothing more than deformed person, accepting an invitation for much desired food. That is ... until certain features were displayed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 5:42 pm
[ Fancy Feet and Life ]
Details: With the mess of stress and boredom looming over his head, Jack ushers into a game with himself, only to kick it beyond the foliage lining the beach. His ball, unfortunately, disturbs Takumi's nap, leading to a rather problematic situation of thoughts. Still unenthusiastic about such aquatic mutations, Jack uneasily holds himself in place long enough to discover there are no means of communication with the outside world, as well as 'information' about the awkward inhabitants. Takumi takes Jack to the camp. However, the wary boy departs quickly at a sudden notation of flippers, as well as the absence of anyone else.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 5:51 pm
[ Put a Smile On ]
Details: Incapable of keeping himself away from the coast, Jack returned to the beach in favor of being at an observational point (as well as a familiar point). The night settled in, and the haunting memories of the events that took place over a short span of time have harmed him. Unable to sleep, the restless boy goes for a walk to clear his head, eventually deciding, for an ephemeral moment, to lose the depression and have some fun in the water.
His noise attracts the attention of Kainalu, the first normal inhabitant he has seen. Unfortunately, their beginnings were of embarrassing origins. One way or another, they were quick to socialize.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 6:02 pm
[ Swimming Beach ]
Details: Desperate and disillusioned, Jack wanders the beach once more in avid search of rescue. The aching pains of no resources or attention have weighed on him greatly, driving him to a jumbled state of thoughts and concerns - both physical and mental. Hungry, thirsty, and lonesome, he grows frustrated with himself and lays down to rest and attempt to wait away the problems. On her way to the beach for a swim, Kara discovers Jack, leading to another situation with someone of ... Less than normal stature.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 7:26 am
Details: As the days have ticked away, Jack has found a new perspective and coping mechanism. Generally speaking, rigorous play and a broadened horizon of exploration. Unfortunately, the night is no time for a boy to explore a strange place with no familiarized land-marks. Failing to be tired at a decent hour, he finds himself wandering the beach once more, and tending to an imaginary foe. In an unexpected twist of things, he finds himself drenched in water ... With a new face (Hailey) to greet.
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The Wave of Change Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 3:08 am
Well, Jack knew this was bound to happen sooner or later, too bad he has no way of knowing just wants in store for him just yet. The tips of his fingers and toes start to turn a purple colour. Though the skins new texture, not much like scales, or slimy like some of the other islanders, rather a smooth texture. Though his webbing is different, rather than the usual thin membrane of skin, jack appears to have a smaller, more flesh webbing. His toes thin and stretch, becoming weak and brittle by comparison to their original form. Lastly, and most painfully, both Jacks canines grow and an alarming rate, growing to the point that they’re twice as wide, and jut out of his mouth. 
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