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 Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 12:44 pm
Jordan had ventured into the village to do his laundry. There was no putting that off any longer. As it was, he was wearing another of his pre-worn work attire. He wouldn't be seen in anything less. Jordan had to represent himself and carry his appearance professionally.
In the meantime, he wasn't about to sit around idly, listening to the washer and dryer whirr. Jordan had found the entertainment room and seated himself in the empty couch. He wasn't watching anything on the television. Jordan sat in the quiet, rubbing his bloodshot eyes, sunshades pushed up his forehead. A long, deep, heavy sigh exhaled slowly from his lungs.
It'd been two days since his first run-in with one of the island's test subjects and he couldn't stop thinking about what Awen had told him. The true nature of Dr. Moreau's project was to transform humans into animals, something that he hadn't disputed, as per the manta's appearance (he still felt stupid for thinking she was wearing some sort of state-of-the-art swimgear). Jordan simply couldn't wrap his mind around being lured here only to become one of the subjects for this mass experiment.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 12:58 pm
Richard had been napping in the back of the entertainment room. He had been trying to stay out of his duplex during the day. At least until this project was finished. In front of him was a open notebook With "From The Ivory Tower" Written across the top, he hadn't gotten much further than that before sleep over took him.
Jordan's entry into the room made him open one eye and watch the appearently unchanged man fling himself down on the couch. An idea formed in his mind that amused him.
Smirking abit Richard eased himself out of his chair. He winced a bit when it gave a small creek. His eyes looked to the man to see if there was an indication that he had heard it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 1:19 pm
For his part, Jordan was oblivious to anyone else being in the room. He was so distracted with his own confused thoughts and concerns that he didn't even notice the creakign chair. Jordan leaned forward on the couch, hunched over with his face in the palm of his hand. What was going to happen to him? He needed sleep first and foremost. He'd not been able to sleep at all due to the modifications to his duplex. He'd get to sleep about an hour before the lights would come back on and the voice of Moreau instructing him to awaken. It was wearing at him, body and mind. His thoughts were incomplete and interrupted as he couldn't focus on any one thing at a time in his sleep-deprived state.
"Ugh...." he groaned like a zombie. "This isn't happening.." he pressed his fingers into the corners of his eyes and rubbed deeply. "It's not going to happen to me.." he muttered, under the impression noone was within ear-shot. "It's not going to happen to me.."
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 1:35 pm
Richard crept closer, his sandels making no sound treading over the carpeted floor. He heard Jordan bemoan his situation and whine how it couldn't happen to him. The man was in Denial. Richard's impish smirk deepened into a snarl, his enlarged teeth exposed. Regaurdless of how hypocrictical it was, denial was something for Richard to rage at. He hated those who were too weak to realize their own reality. For the moment, Richard lost all sympathy for the man.
He dug his claws into the back of the couch as he loomed over Jordan, the light casting the shadow of his tentacles on the floor infront of Jordan. "It will happen." The words were a low growl. "You best get that striaght now, boy."
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 1:45 pm
His hand brushed up his face and into his hair, knocking the sunshades from his head. Annoyed with that, he leaned over to pick them up when a shadow encrouched in his space. It was an oddly shaped outline... with tentacles?! Jordan felt his heart beat heavilly as he suddenly realized he was indeed not alone. Great...
Slowly, hesitantly, he picked up his sunshades, and as if he were in a horror movie, moved his arms slowly, lifting the shades back onto his face. The voice startled him as he was about to turn and look., causing him to jump in his seat to his feet.
"Oh god.. I'm sorry, I didn't know there was anyone else here."
What.. was he staring at..? Another of the island's test subjects? In fact, he realized he'd been staring rudely (fortunately, his eyes were hidden).
"I didn't disturb you, did I?" he tried to apologize. Was he hallucinating in his sleep-deprived state?
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 1:57 pm
At Jorden's reaction Richard's snarl widened into a some what predatory grin, the man had kept his composure, either Richard wasn't as scary looking as he believed himself to be or this young man at a bit of a backbone. Either way he found it encouraging.
Still, Richard's tentacles tracked Jorden like two hungery snakes. "Don't worry about it. The center's here for everyone, its nobody's territory." Richard studied Jordan intently, his inhuman eyes noting every detail. What's your name son?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 2:07 pm
"I'm Jordan. I honestly didn't notice anyone else. I've only recently learned where to go for what and I was waiting in here till my clothes were cleaned."
His explanation was quick and straight-forward. He didn't want to stumble or seem frightened in the least. He was a representative here and it would not look good if word returned to Moreau that he'd been discourteous to any of the subjects.
He tried not to let on that the tentacles were a bit unnerving as they tracked him. This was -afterall- only his second encounter with another of the project's participants. He wondered just how many more he would meet and how varied they would be in appearance. Jordan would have to resolve to see beyond their appearances.
He staggered a bit, unevenly balanced as his head spun.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 2:20 pm
Richard eyed Jordan suspuciously, the glasses made it very hard to read Jordan's emotions. "I'm Richard." Then Jordan stumbled a bit, a trace of concern played over Richard's face. This man was freaking out less than a minute ago.
Richard came around to the otherside of the couch, revealling his tail. "Are you alright?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 2:32 pm
He was going to have to sleep at some point.. real sleep.. not this continued hour or two -literally- a day. It was even affecting his balance now. Not good. Not good at all.
"I'm just tired.. I haven't slept much in the past few weeks." But, as he spoke, Jordan saw the tail. He was trying hard to keep himself composed, despite his degrading mental state.
Jordan pulled off his sunglasses, revealing how tired he was to Richard. Those bloodshot eyes fluttered with the determined resolve to remain conscious, a hand rubbing across his nose and his eyes at once.
"Forgive my current state..I need to sit down.." Jordan muffled a long-winded yawn with a hand over his mouth. His vision blurred for a fleeting moment as he stumbled over his own shoe on his return to the couch.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 2:42 pm
The man looked tired, that much was certian. Richard had seen that look on his own face more than once. Jordan looked like he had been without sleep for at least two days. Richard sat on the arm of the sofa, allowing his tail to hang over the edge.
"You've been here for a few weeks already? You don't have any red welts on your arms do you?" Richard was thinking about how off he had felt right before his own changes. Could Jordan be on the edge of a change? The tip of his tail curled with nervious excitment.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 2:57 pm
[/Jordan shifted a bit, laying his hands in his lap. Richard was getting awfully close, whether it was in concern or because Jordan had offended him. He couldn't stifle the next on-coming yawn and looked up at Richard more closely. He had two extra limbs coming out of his torso.
"I've been here...." he pressed his hand to his forehead as he strained in thought. "Almost... two weeks.."
Jordan kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to think about... what? Red marks? He pulled up his shirt sleeve and revealed the injection mark.
"Yeah.. right here.." he pointed to the spot. "I received my innoculations." Yes, he'd said innoculations, as in plural, which may or may not ring odd to certain people on the island.
He forgot about how he might change -if in fact he would change at some point... he'd only seen two of the subjects and it made his stomach wrench at where this was going.
"Doctor Moreau administered them after warning me the about jungle diseases. Why?" he tilted his head curiously.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 3:10 pm
Richard shook his head sadly, "Thats what they all say, or most of them anyway. I'm the only person Moreau leveled with before sticking in a duplex that I know of. If your lucky you've got about a week before you change for the first time. Moreau lies, those arn't vaccinations. Everyone who lives in a duplex is being changed. There are no exceptions." Richard felt the need to snip any trace of denial in the bud.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 3:22 pm
A week?! He had a week left of his humanity till he was nothing more than a husk of his former being?! Jordan nodded softly and leaned back on the couch, glancing up at Richard on the arm.
He wanted to admit to Richard that he knew more about the island's project than he was letting on, but after Awen's warning, he was hesitant to say much at all to anyone: "And remember no mentioning your work infront of others until you figure out if they're friendlies or no." Could he trust Richard?
He rubbed his eyes again. "Were... you ever in the labs..?" he had to know. He had to ask without letting it slip that he'd ever worked in the mainland labs. Jordan hoped Richard was friendly...
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:18 pm
"In the labs?" Richard wasn't quite sure what Jordan was getting at. "I worked for feral lab for 25 years..." He cocked his head a peered at Jordan, eyeing him curiously. "What you getting at?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:30 pm
Okay. He now knew Richard had worked for Feral. Twenty-five years.. amazing.. he'd barely lasted a year.. What'd that say about him? So he now knew of three people on this island that had been affiliated with Feral besides himself. Was that a good thing, though?!
Jordan panicked. Sweat beaded at his brow as he wiped it away. "Uh..." he stumbled his words "I...I... uhm..." he was losing his composure- and quickly. He couldn't think straight.. Jordan was on the verge of blathering things that he shouldn't. "Richard..." he lowered his head. "I..." he was stalling for time and failing at it. "I was told by someone that there were people who worked for the labs.. and then changed. Is it true? Does everyone who worked for the labs, who finds themselves on the island.. become a subject?"
He immediately regretted saying anything on the matter. Jordan was digging himself into a grave.
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