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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 5:09 pm
Aubrey came out of Colche's duplex and started her way back to her Jeep packed out in the village square. She reached in the back and pulled on her labcoat and adjusted her grey beret. She leaned up in the side and pulled out her satchel and looked over what needed to be done on the island, seeing if she could take care of anything in the village since she was here anyway.
She had forgotten to re-don her scarf, leaving her neck exposed to the bruise and the bandages.
She heard someone storm out of the Hall, and looked up.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 5:21 pm
Billy's pace had doubled once he was out of the doors, and he stumbled when he caught sight of the young woman in a labcoat. His eyes widened and he hurried towards her, gesticulating madly, "I want t'speak wit' th'doc NOW!" He snarled, "Firstly, he knows soddin' well th'agreement we had! An' if he don' remember, I certainly don' think I made i' up! I wan' them back an' I wan' them back NOW. Soddin' headgames, tha's wha' these people are sellin' an' I aint buyin'! An' in conclusion, I am not very happy."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 5:38 pm
Aubrey's eyes widened a bit as he hurried over to her, obviously distressed. Thankfully she was in an excellent mood from talking to COlche. "Whoa whoa whoa calm down there," she said, holding her hands up. "Mr. ah, Wood-dard, was it?"
She hoped he would calm down enough to talk reasonably. "Dr. Moreau is unavailable at the moment, perhaps I can help you. My name is Dr. Lockheart, I work directly under Moreau."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 5:41 pm
"Tha' bloke had feckin' dog ears!" Billy cried sharply, pointing back the way he had come with a shaking hand. His face was as pale as ever, punctuated by the dark circles that had formed around his eyes.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 5:47 pm
Oh goody. It was one of those islanders. She tucked the pen behind her ear. "You're on a highly experimental medical testing facility, Mr. Wooddard. Surely the good doctor informed you of that...?" To be honest she didn't know the details of his agreement with MOreau.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 5:59 pm
"Tha' aint experimental, it's mental!" He flailed, "I though' I was gonna have shampoo tested on me li' or somesuch! Guinniepig fer pharmicuticals, no' a bloody Guinniepig!!" He sniffed, his nose burning and dry and dying as his priorities swung with his mood and he reeled back towards her, "An' they're soddin' *theives* t'boot!!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:03 pm
Aubrey blinked, just now realizing that he looked rather...strung out. The closest things to drugs she ever did was handling the pot to deliver to the islanders. "Uhm.. I'm sorry if you misunderstood the clauses of the contract, sir, but I'm afraid that simply isn't anything we can do now."
She looked him over and frowned. "Theives?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:07 pm
"Aye, theives! Tha' soddin' short gel wit' th'green spotty face an' a camera! She took somethin' o'mine an' I want it back. Yer staff, y'said! Do somethin' about this!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:14 pm
Aubrey pinched the bridge of her nose. Who was he talking about? Camera... Joliette?
"What did she take, sir... I'll look into it."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:17 pm
"Oh, she knows wha' she took, lass. An if I don' get it back, she can be certain it'll be more'n a camera lense breakin' next!! I been good! I've kept under control, jes' li' th'ol' Doc asked! Jes' this tiny thing, s'all I want. Don' see where there's th'offence in tha'! Y'aint gonna deny a man in pain his relief??" He grabbed a hold of her arm, his grip tight and desperate.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:19 pm
Aubrey reeled back. "Unhand me THIS instant, sir, or you will regret it!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:23 pm
"I been GOOD!" He groaned, stumbling after her like a sick, needy, giant child, his face twitching and flinching worse than befor. She could get it for him! She was just under Moreau, that's what she said! She might have keys! "Give them t'me, lass... c'mere t'me..." he begged, his train of thought lost in his head, making his speech a touch hard to follow.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:33 pm
Still high on her motherly run-in with Colche, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. He was obviously sick...was he withdrawling? Moreau brought a drug-addict on the island? They wouldn't have any idea how the serum would react to his body chemistry! Or perhaps that was the point....?
"Please sir," she tried to make her voice sound calming. "Please...why don't you come with me back to the labs.... I can get you to a doctor..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:38 pm
"I DON' NEED A FECKIN' DOCTOR!" He shreiked, slapping her away suddenly in a childish flail. The world seemed to spin suddenly, rocking him back against her Jeep to cling to the door, panting as he staired wide-eyed at the gravel beneith them. He didn't need a doctor. He knew what he needed! He'd tell her outright if she woudln't take them. He knew she'd take them. She seemed like the type. Pyroth had said he'd help him, but he hadn't. He hadn't and he was dying. He could feel it. His sences dull and weak and useless. He needed the brightness. He needed the spark. She'd help him get it... He'd trick her... he'd get her to open that door... no wif only the ground would stay still...
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:50 pm
"I would beg to differ," she sighed, looking a little lost as to what to do. She backed a bit away from him, but tried not to look scared. "YOu're sick. Are you... you..you're missing your drugs, aren't you?"
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