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 Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:27 pm
It was dark in the village, but the air was fresh with the smell of salt from the close ocean. The mixed smell of animal and humans in bizarre combinations also laced the surroundings of the village. Fear, confusion, love, hate, violence were all everyday scents when Lauren had once lived amongst the islanders. But being in a sterile hospital environment had made these smells all the more potent.
Lauren was not new to this island but she knew most people would think of her as so. It seemed to transform into something different recently, more vast and expanded with so many new buildings.
I've been away for at least 3 months Lauren thought to herself. She had escaped the doating medical staff fixed on reviving Moreau's 'daughter' or else face the dire consequences of transformation themselve. 2 weeks ago Lauren came to from a dark sleeping oblivion of a cancer induced coma.
Her cells were rejecting her. Her own cells!
Lauren wheeled her chair into the open areas of the village. The moon and stars were bright this night and the night air felt good on the scabs created by radiation therapy. She hoped no one would see her like this. She looked monsterous, still in her mongoose body but nearly bald! Her fur lost from countless chemo treatments as well as other non standard procedures. Scabs dotted the places pink skin was revealed. She could not walk from the weakness in her limbs.
She had to rely upon a wheelchair. I'm so ******** weak She thought to herself. It was humiliating.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:40 pm
Freddie had been clinging to denial for quite some time, but his past few encounters with the local freaks had made his grip slip considerably. So maybe he was doomed, acknowledging only pissed him off further. Anger was a hell of a lot more preferrable than despair, so he nursed it, and he was forever looking for a way to keep feeding it. Picking fights was proving to be a bad idea. The whole tongue-in-the-eye thing with his former fellow employee irked him even more than the hits the guy with the horse face had got on him.
It was hard to sleep when he had humiliating defeats like those to mull over, so he set out from his duplex to try and walk himself into exhaustion. He was still stuck in his uniform, because while the intercom was an option he'd yet to swallow his pride and actually see if they'd answer his requests for anything truly practical. That would just be admitting defeat again.
"Bastards," he muttered to himself as he walked. "Didn't even do anything."
That was his mantra of late. He kept his head down and his hands in his pockets as he walked, the perfect brooding stance. It never crossed his mind that other people- other freaks, which were removed from him- might be out and about at that hour, or that he should watch where he was going regardless. A guy his size operated off the notion that people would always get out of the way.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:47 pm
Lauren sniffed the air again.. Predator... but human She thought. It was odd how her sense of smell was what she relied on the most recently. She had admired how it didn't dull but grew more prominent as her gaze grew weaker as of late.
Her ears perked as she looked ahead just in time to see a HUGE guy walking and talking to himself and while looking utterly pissed at everything. This wasn't a new thing to Lauren she had seen it over and over on this island. It was a natural reaction to someone new to the island.
She then noticed that he was oblivious to his surroundings, that he was indeed not moving and comming right towards her! Her weak arms tried to wheel the chair fast but failed to in time. The large man was going to run right into her if he didn't get a clue.
"HISSSS!!!!!" The fur that was left ruffed up as an instinct. "Watch it a*****e!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:54 pm
Freddie looked up in surprise and was even more stunned to see there was a girl in his path, a girl in a wheelchair. Normal, well-adjusted people would have dispensed with the profuse apologies immediately... Freddie took a step back, his lip curling in disgust before the odd features on her had even fully registered.
"Why don't you try parkin' yerself out of the way, huh?" he retorted. His accent had a definite backwoods quality to it, miles and miles away from anything close to genteel.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:58 pm
Lauren growled. This man obviously had no clue what so ever. "Why don't YOU try keeping your fugly self in your ******** duplex!" She barked back. To Lauren, this man was a total looser not worth much of her time and definately not the first social freedom she wanted to experiance.
But a part of her did enjoy letting all that pent up frustration out.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 11:08 pm
"Fugly? FUGLY?" As if Freddie's repeating it was going to do anything other than reinforce that. "Listen, scabby, where the hell d'ya get off thinkin' you could talk to me like that? Huh?" He leaned closer to the chair. "I could snap you like a ********' twig."
Not that he would, but he could make a lot of threatening noise.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 11:15 pm
Lauren tried to hide a gasp. She was not used to her present state and more then a little self conscious of it. Still her reaction was even more anger. She reached a clawed hand out to push his face away.
"SCABBY! Look Quasimodo, you know you can't even lay a finger on me without getting knocked out so don't talk about it if you aren't even going to try!" She smiled at that showing that she was not afraid of this a*****e.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 11:32 pm
Logic was the last thing Freddie expected to that, and it knocked him off balance more than the paw-like hand could. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to find the right words to reply to that. It took a few seconds.
"Hold on now..." One thick eyebrow was raised. "Are you sayin' you want me to try? Cause I know damn well I can do a whole lot more than lay a finger on you 'fore somebody flips the switch, girlie."
He nodded once, feeling he'd earned a point with that. A fraction of one, maybe.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 11:38 pm
This guy was dumber then he looked. The labs were probably watching her every move right now and Lauren knew that. It wouldn't be long before someone came running out to retrieve her back to the medical prison she had been locked in for what seemed like an eternity.
She spoke slowly, "I DARE you." Her teeth were gritted revealing her fangs. She may be in a wheel chair but she still had a huge and powerful bite as well as mongoose reflexes. If someone didn't push the switch her mouth would meet any limb he struck out towards her and would NOT let go until she was unconscious.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 11:43 pm
Freddie gave her a hard, appraising look. Just like before, it took too long before he shook his head. "I ain't like that."
He took a step back and his lips spread into an unpleasant grin that put the gap between his teeth on display again. " 'Sides, I'd just catch somethin'."
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 11:51 pm
Lauren just rolled her eyes at him, his immaturity nearly stunned her. "Look... it's been fun keeping the village idiot occupied and all but I've got better things to do with my time." She turned her wheel chair back to the labs, hopeing to get there before someone came and embarrassed her by wheeling her back.
On her way back she lifted a bony limb up to flip Freddie off. She didn't know whether to be pissed off or amused that this was how she spent her short spurt of free time away from the doctors.
She did know that she was getting extremely tired from the recent excersion her limbs were not used to. His punishment could wait.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 11:54 pm
"Oh yeah?" Freddie yelled. "Well, ******** you too!"
Why did these things always end him screaming insults at people's backs? The whole encounter left him fuming with impotent rage... But, really, any kind of anger was good in its own warped way, wasn't it? Sure it was.
He needed a new hobby, or to take up his old hobby, but that would require using the damn intercom.
"b***h," he muttered, just for good measure. He turned and started walking back to his duplex. He did feel a little tired after that, at least.
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