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 Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 9:12 pm
Oh God. Oh God. Her whole entire body was hurting. The phrase: "I feel like I've been run over by a truck" came full force into her head as her eyes fluttered open. She was in her Duplex, face down on the floor. Though how she got there she had no idea, she remebered little. There had been a nightmare, intense pain. And then there had been nothing but a dark oblivion.
Ally struggled to roll herself over, this should have been easier, but she snagged on the carpet. As she pulled herself from it, it felt as if her whole body was being ripped apart. And that's when it hit her. It was bright out, vibrant colors flooded her vision, everything seemed clearer, sharper than normal. Staggering she got to her feet, when she approached the mirror, scream that emmited from her mouth was loud, but low in tone, mournful. Her first change had come.
Scaley patches of skin had begun to cover her entire body, spanning from shoulder to tips of her fingers on one side and scattered randomly on the second, it had covered her neck as well and there were three slits on each side which she immediatly knew to be gills. Her fingers and toes had elongated, her smallest two toes and fingers had grown together as her whole had began to elongate. But the most striking difference was her eyes. They had grown larger, the royal blue completely encompassing them. Oh God. Oh God.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 12:40 am
He whistled as he came up the track that ran around the court of the duplexes in this section. Earlier that morning he'd discovered a set of old videos behind the DVD section of the entertainment room - he'd been scrounging through the older sci-fi section - of a TV show he'd heard Ally mention she liked watching years ago. Something of a cult classic.
With all the craziness around, I could use some 'Normality' time... Then again, if you think about it, everything that approximates normal back in the 'real world' is only one more facet of psychoticism in new packaging... only $99.99, call today while supplies last...
Perhaps she'd be up for a watch down there if she was as bored as he was. Wasn't even noon yet... you'd think he could keep himself entertained longer than that. He kept whistling as he spotted Ally's duplex and headed toward it.
"Hey, Hughes!" He chirped as he approached the door, then gave a knock. "Ally, you awake?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 2:54 pm
The knock on the door, coupled with Liamh's voice sent Ally into a spiralling panic. Crap...Crap...Crap... "Er no, I'm fast asleep!" She called out, and then realizing what she had just said, palmed herself in the face. Way to go Einstein. Cursing herself mentally she grabbed one of her hoodies and threw it one...Sunglasses... Where had she put those damned sunglasses. "H...Hang on Liamh I'll be right there." Her voice was raspy, geez it sounded as if she hadn't had anything to drink in weeks.
Aha! Grabbing her sunglasses from the kitchen counter she jammed them on quickly, albiet crookedly and rushed to the door. Awe Crap, there had been nothing she could do about the scaley patches on her face and exposed neck. Opening the door a crack she poked her head outside. "Hey." She gave a very unconvincing cough. "Erm might not want to get to close, I'm aweful sick."
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 7:39 pm
Liamh stared for a moment, blinking. "Geez, that's one hellova cold! Sure it's not a hangover? You haven't been sleeping much, have you." he scratched his head. "You sound terrible, too - your throat must be just ragged. Here, lemme make you some tea. Tea and honey is great for a sore throat..." He smiled encouragingly and took a step toward the door.
So that's how it's gonna be....
He swallowed hard behind his smile.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:32 pm
"Yeah hangover." She coughed again, "Too much drinking with you is giving me a permenant hangover." She was kidding of course, but geez tea and honey sounded great. "I don't know if that's such a good idea. I erm, I haven't cleaned the place in I don't know how long." She opened it just a bit, pushing herself against the frame of the wall, hoping desperately that she could disapper into the framework.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 9:05 pm
He winced and gave a sheepish chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, i know... i'm a bad influence... Really, though, if you need sleep or recuperation, i'll understand, but i bet you really could use some tea and sympathy!" He leaned on the doorframe for a moment, leaning in. He didn't want to press his luck if she wasn't in the mood for visitors. "Aw hey, this isn't bad. You should see my place! Anyway, you're.... not feeling good. So you're entitled to it, right?" He looked over and gave her a grin.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 9:33 pm
Damn, her hospitality was not helping here. Why couldn't he have just been a jerk. She coughed again, "Well if you really want to risk your health and happiness come on in." She dissapered inside leaving the door ajar for him, she needed to find that stupid neckbrace...Where had she put it? "But then I've never been someone to turn down tea and honey...and well sympathy sounds absolutly perfect."
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 9:44 pm
He walked in, shutting the door behind him but not fully closing it. He made for the kitchenette and took down a pair of mugs, filling them with water and sticking them in the microwave. Once they were humming and spinning pleasantly on the 'nuclear carousel', he started rooting around for the box of tea he knew she had around here. Took him a minute, but he dug it out and snagged two bags of tea. Honey.... honey.... yeah, there was the little bottle. Why couldn't they get those bear-shaped ones on this island? He bet if they were criminals in a state prison, they could get bear-shaped honey. But no. Not here. Firing off a mental 'thbbbt' at the Good Doctor, he waited for the microwave to finish before grabbing the hot mugs and dropping the teabags in, sticking a spoon in each.
Honey tucked under one arm, he shambled back out to the front area and sank down on her couch, setting the mugs on coasters on the coffee table. Tea table, he supposed that made it. He glanced around, curious as to where she'd gone to. "So, has your...... throat..... been bothering you for a while... or did it just sorta... you know.... hit you when you woke up?" he called to no one visible.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:21 pm
Crap, she couldn't find that damn brace anywhere. Oh well hopefully her scales weren't that noticable...ha so much for that. "Oh trust me it was one of those. s**t where did my voice go, moments."
Slipping into the room again she pulled her glasses tighter against her face. Her whole body was tense, the last thing she wanted was to give this man a heart attack, when she was having one herself at the very moment. Sinking onto the couch next to him she attempted to show a bit of happiness. "God thank you!! Honey and tea! Haven't had that in ages.." She glanced at the honey under his arm. "You going to share that or play keep away from me?" Her tone was teaing but laced nerves. But that was somewhat normal for the social inept woman. "Dunno if I could get it from you in this state."
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:24 pm
He grinned. "Well, i'd arm wrestle you for it, but i think i'd drop it in the process." He held up the jar, uncapped it, and squeezed a few splorches into his tea. "Mmmm." he took a deep breath over the fragrant steam. "Good for the soul, good for the body." He held out the honey. "Shall i do the honors?"
He kept his expression neutral and warm, and focused on her sunglasses or glances around the room. The patchy skin. The fingers. What had happened to her? He wanted to ask, somehow. He wondered if it had hurt.... that was the usual report, among the other islanders. But worse, the shame! He didn't know how she was going to deal with.... the looks. The stares. Real or imagined. It wasn't like everyone else hadn't already been there or was heading there anyway.... a slight shiver sent the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He knew his own time could very well be running out, but.... how much time? Days? Weeks? Hours? The not knowing was what started to gnaw at you....
He mentally kicked himself. She was going to need all the reassurance she could get, from him, from everyone... he couldn't let his own fears start to get ahold of him, not now.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 12:01 am
"Its just as well, Beanpole, I'd win anyway." She gave him a genuine smile, the first she had cracked all day. "You might as well do the honors.
She fummbled attempting to pick up the cup of tea, clearly having a very difficult time with her new...fingers. She finally managed to get ahold of the cup and held it out akwardly to him. Well so much for being subtle.
"But now I'm not so sure...You might have the upper hand in any sort of arm wrestling." It was an off-hand remark, bitter and tinged with a small hint of self-pity. But at the same time it was an admission, her giving into her fate, slowly but surely.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 12:34 am
"Oh, you think?" He smirked, squelching out some gobs of sticky golden goo from the plastic bottle. "I might have a chance, at last! The arm-wrestling championship is mine for the taking!" He cackled, shaking the bottle a bit to get some more down there. "Ehhhh, well.... I think the universe would implode first. Darn my luck!" He shook the bottle again, and a drop of honey spattered on her wrist. "Oops." He shrugged sheepishly. "Well, at least the upholstry's saved. The universe comes later."
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:24 pm
Ally couldn't resist a smile at his quirky behavior. "You are so odd." Fumbling again with the cup she set it down on her knee, balancing it as she wiped at her wrist. Her thumb trailed acrossed the small fin that was sprouting at the base of her hand. This was going to take some getting used to.
"God damned skin." She hissed as the sandpaper like scales rubbed against her fingers "Would you please hand me a washcloth, there should be one behind your head."
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 2:07 am
Reaching back behind himself, Liamh fished around until he snagged the washcloth. He held it out to her, looking over at the rough-scaled patches. "Well, at least you'll never be lost for a nail-file.... just think, if they send you to jail, you could just file your way out... you know, in about a decade or three." He smirked.
"So," he said, leaning his chin on his hand and holding his tea in the other. ".... Uh.... what's it.... you know... like?" He said a bit sheepisly. His curiousity was getting the better of him. "I mean, you really don't have to answer. I think with all this insanity, I'm developing an even more morbid sense of curiosity - and that's saying something." He twitched half his mouth into a smile and pushed his glasses back up with his teacup.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 5:21 pm
Her smile fell and she leaned back against the couch back. "It's diffrent. I was asleep when it happened." She decided it would be best to admit the part where she was wallowing in her own self-pity.
"There was a lot of pain. I felt like every bit of my body was on fire, my head was about to explode." She laughed bitterly, "Unfortunatly it didn't. I have a really low threshold of pain, so luckily I was spared the rest of the transformation. I blacked out and well woke up not to long before you got here....As for how it feels now, well." She propped up her sunglasses exposing her over large eyes. "It's definatly going to take some getting used to..."
"It's okay to ask, my brother always said it was easier to cope with things when you talk about it. Do you want to be more specific though?"
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