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 Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:20 pm
So it was another day, on an island inhabited by humans that were slowly turning into hybrid animal-people. Sure, it all sounded neat in theory, but the practical didn't look ticklish.
And there was Alex, as usual, sitting alone with her sketchbook in the cafeteria, sketching out things she would probably throw away later, and boiling in her own angst.
Yep, just another typical day for her. Perfect, because she would likely not be bothered by people. At least she hoped she wouldn't.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:24 pm
Seung quietly stepped into the cafeteria. He couldn't believe it! So...much food.
And for free. With no strings.
He knew he should be suspicious, but he was just so hungry (and Ling needed to be fed), so he gave in and came down to sample a bit of everything.
He only saw one person in it, a very sulky looking girl. He immediatly steered away from her, and tried to go about getting sandwiches and spaghetti as silently as possible. With a tray laid heavy with food, he took a moment to sit down and just...just eat a little.
Yes.
With that logic and reasoning behind him, he tore into a sandwich.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:28 pm
Great. She spoke too soon. Someone came in, someone she hadn't seen before. She gave them a quick glance; they looked kind of like a bum. Raggy clothes, shaggy hair, they looked like they could use the food, too. She went back to her sketchpad, glancing up at him again.
He really liked that sandwich.
"You're supposed to breath while you eat, too," she mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:31 pm
Seung looked up from his sandwich, after snarfing most of it down. He nibbled on an onion slice. "Yea. Uhm. I suppose so. Sorry. Am I..bothering you?" he asked, a little nervously.
He didn't want to upset locals. That would be a rather unwise idea because all he wanted was time alone with his computer, and with Ling. He opened a bag of chips and started scarfing them down too, but did try to keep the noise down.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:36 pm
Alex gave a half hearted shrug, "There isn't much that doesn't bother me. But you seem hungry, so just keep eating. I only said to breath cause you look like you're about to swallow the damned thing whole," another shrug.
Her pencil met paper again, and she started doodling the man as he scarfed at the sandwich, drawing little miniature doodles of him choking on it, too. It bore her, and she switched back to the drawing of a disembowled rabbit. Shading the blood-drenched fur.
"Name's Alex," she mentioned. Might as well try to be sociable.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:43 pm
Seung polished off the bag of chips, and took an apple from his stack. "Yea. Haven't eaten in two days, so I'm a little more famished than usual."
He took great bites from the fruit, and after a few bites he slowed down and wiped the juice from his face with the back of his hand. "Uhm. Mine's Seung." he said it with a definite foreign sound- rather like 'say' and 'young' crossed with 'soon.' He returned to eating his apple, but with smaller bites this time, looking down at his hands.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:47 pm
Alex gave a nod, pressing harder on the paper, and finishing off the blood before closing her book, resting the pencil on it, and standing up to grab some food, herself.
"How long've you been here, Seung?"
The meats were rather tempting to her, but she couldn't see much she was interested in. Finally, she went with an egg sandwich, and a piece of roast beef.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 9:24 pm
"Uhm. I got here earlier today. Few hours ago, at most? I dunno. Don't got a watch." he mumbled through another bag of chips.
"You?" he asked in return, and started to sort his food. For Ling, for him, for them both, for later, for soon, for tomorrow...then he realized he didn't have to DO that with food anymore, and stopped abrubtly. Meh.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 9:32 pm
"'bout a week, I guess. Time passes weird when you don't pay attention," She replied. Taking a bite from the sandwich, and chewing it and then swallowing it.
"Place doesn't seem so bad," she added.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 10:49 pm
He nodded smally. "That it does."
Seung scowled slightly when she said the last bit. "If you say so. I don't trust it. Mister Moreau was a cruel teacher and whatever he's doing now...he..can't have changed that much. Something's up."
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 10:59 pm
"Better then being stuck where I was," She replied, raising a brow for a moment before letting it fall again. She met some of the islanders, and saw some of their... changes... Maybe he was right, oh well, she didn't really care either way.
"Eh. Maybe, don't really care, either way. I'm here now, probably can't leave till my time here's up," she added.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 11:03 pm
Seung looked at her, eyebrow highly arched.
"I've been homeless for the past five years. I'm sure you weren't that bad off." he replied, dry and acidic.
He poked at spaghetti noodles. "Knowing Moreau, you won't be getting off the island." he mumbled, stabbing his noodles yet again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 11:07 pm
Not that bad off? Alex gave a scolding glare, covered anger leaking through for the smallest of moments, before she made herself go cold again. Leave it alone, don't say anything. He doesn't know, he wouldn't care. Leave him be.
"Good. I like it here," she retaliated, taking a bite from the roast beef, "Can't say the same for this roast beef... ********' cardboard..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 11:23 pm
Seung pursed his lips. "Come back after you haven't eaten in days and have three types of fleas and get your meals from dumpsters..." he muttered, and took a heavy bite out of his noodles.
"Mm. Can't say. Always did like fish more anyway, though."
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 11:29 pm
Alex gave a sigh at hearing him speak of not eating, and having three different types of fleas. In her mind, he could have prevented it, but that wasn't her business anyway, and she didn't care.
She pushed the plate with the roast beef forward roughly, the rough meat skidding along the plate a centimetre or so. It was like it had its own cardboardey life. She went back to her sandwich.
Generally, she figured, this was the part where she was supposed blabber on about her life and crap. But that wasn't gonna happen, so she just sat there, quiet, pensive, angsty. Like usual.
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