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 Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 5:06 pm
Barbra had settled in for the night, resting easily especially with the fever that came from that silly vaccination. But atleast she wasn't getting a much worse strain of fever. That vaccination had come to make her eye every little myosquito warily.
But despite the oh so trecherious trek outside, she'd gotten up early to head down to the cafeteria she heard about. While she needed breakfast, more importantly was the fact she'd only had a half a bag of dry catfood. Surely a pet resort would have food for her cats, and maybe some nice little treats.
With this idea in mind, she had brought one cat, promising the rest her return. The grey one, Stormy, whom was her oldest and the one she trusted most not to panic and run off. The cat was cradled in the nook of her flabby wrinkled arm, the other hand pressing onto the cane for support as she made it through the cafeteria doors. However there wasn't nessicarily dry catfood, but the fish she'd been hoping for was definatly there. "Here we are..." she muttered warmly to her cat, moving to set it down next to a table she planned to use. "I'll be right back with some fish for you." The word fish the cat recognized, giving a happy mewl and purr as he settled down on the chair, content with just sitting there and waiting for her to return from fetching the food.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 5:11 pm
Miller had been in the lunch room most of that morning, he was starving, and he was tired of having soft food to eat, he wanted something more solid but he wasn't sure if his beak would allow such. He hunched over slightly his hoodie pulled high over his face as he scooped another bite of cheerios only to have it slip out his beak again when he tried to chew.
He grumbled quietly tossing his spoon aside, and unfortunately in the general direction of the cat now sitting only a few spots away from him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 5:22 pm
She hadn't even paid any attention to anyone else as she moved over to the buffet like area, picking through the premade foods for something denture-friendly, and the best looking fish for her dearest kitty.
But that was all interupted when her precious cat let out a yowl and a hiss.
Stormy had been sitting there, minding his own buisness... Well.. other than the potent stare he'd been giving the bird-smelling man. Mostly out of sheer curiosity, when all of asudden a SPOON had come flying at him. In a flash, he was jumping out of the seat, running away, and turning back to puff up at the offending peice of silverware.
It didn't move... He edged forward, closer.. closer... Only to jump back and puff up again even though it hadn't moved an inch. But who know what such an evil device coul dhave been thinking!
Barbra spun around, glaring daggers. "Young man!" She snorted, abandoning the plate on the counter to rush over to the man who had dared throw a spoon at her cat. "You think it's funny picking on an old ladies cat? He's old you know, you can't just throw spoons at him, Why I ought to report you!" The more she spoke the more hoarse her voice got as she wound up raising it a few pitches in anger. Really, how dare he, what kind of animal resort was this.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 5:29 pm
Miller shifted slightly attempting now to drink the milk from the bowl, he placed it back down as he heard Barbra stomping over to yell at him. He hated people yelling at him in a 'Your a deliquent rawr behave' attitude, it didn't help that he couldn't eat a bowl of cereal right now.
"Iz ain'tz picken on noz katz..." He smirked under his hood at the report, "Reporz meh? Realzy? Youz zink dey GIVZ a damn on diz Izland?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 5:44 pm
She'd missed the beak thanks to the bowl of milk in his face, thogu she'd caught a glimpse of something there was no way it was regestering. Just some off color that was likely this little hooligan's gangter symbol or some satanic ritual. Naturally.
Ofcourse when she heard him speaking her thoughts were breifly detered. "What are you retarded boy?" She gave a tap of her cane against the tiled floor. Now she didn't mean as much offence by it as it sounded, just her snappy tone never made anything sound nice. "You threw your spoon at Stormy there. And watch your mouth! I oughta get a bar of soap, retarded or not you shouldn't be talking like that." With a huff, she left him to tend to the still spooked cat, fighting with her knees and hips to bend down and lift the gray fluffed thing into her arm.
She shifted to sit down, giving a "hoo" noise as she sat, then resting her cane against the table. Getting all the way down to the floor and back up had been rather tiresome, but that was all ignored with the comforting petting and soothing cooing to her cat.
The cat jumped alittle as it was picked up, but as soon as the familiar smell of old angry lady met his pink nose, he had relaxed and leaned into the petting. Even an evil plotting spoon couldn't ruin a good pet.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 5:50 pm
Miller's feathers shivered again in frustration and anger, retarded? He was not the right bird boy to bother today. "Youz dink Iz retarted? Iz hopz uz bitz yer tounge off whenz uz getz a new faze..." He shifted turning more towards her as she continued to whine about his choice of words.
"Szhut ur mouzth... Iz notz inz zee mood for diz crap." And indeed he wasn't life had been slowly rolling up and down hill since his transformation and right now was a prime example of those down moments.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 6:02 pm
God, she could barely understand him, this was why she hated people. They were all so annoying and frustrating. And stupid, this little hooligan had no respect for his elders at all.. and what in God's name was on his face?! Her eyes widened alittle as she caught sight of the beak full on.
Maybe he was deformed? Yes yes, that was it. "Poor thing your mother did crack while she was pregnant! Probably drank and whored around you're probably dieing of aids." she noted aloud, shaking her head in a 'oh what a pity' fashion. "Even so you don't have a right to talk to your elders like that! Just plain disrepectful, even if your mother was a hussy." She rambled on, frowning in annoyance, change of plans... Now she was just going to get her food and hobble back home. She wasn't sure how she was going to carry it all, but she wasn't going to deal with some drug-reject-child.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 6:09 pm
It was now Miller realized the error of his ways when meeting Antony for the first time, so this is what it was like to have a 'normie' come in and start mocking you or thinking you were some sort of joke. He hand clenched the bowl tighter as she went on.
He stood up quickly swinging the bowl aside smashing it on a near by wall snarling best he could through his beak, "MAZ MOZTHA WAZ NOZT A CRACK WHOZ!" He slammed a fist on the table, shaking, he longed so much to hit her but he wouldn't not yet at least. He wasn't like Antony but god damn this was a whole different ball park then the one Miller was hitting in when he met Antony.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 6:22 pm
She wasn't mocking him, in all honesty this was the furthest from mocking she'd been in practically a decade. Everyone had a soft spot, and perhaps for Barbra she was feeling a tad bad for this deformed crackbaby.
Ofcourse that quickly faded, silly boy just couldn't accept facts! And good god he was violent, she didn't seem too phased by the bowl though... And if she had been she was certiantly hiding it. "now just settle down. Its not good to live in denial you know! It's okay to be retarded, I aint gonna sugar coat it, and sure your mom cleaned up after I can understand that." She tried, snorting again and shifting the cat off her lap, which gave a mrr of protest, again fluffed from another loud and disturbing crash.
She was on her feet again, now that she'd caught her breath, moving back to her abandoned food tray to get herself some yogurt and applesauce, and then 5 more plates of fish and stacking them all on a tray with the one she'd already got. "You should watch that anger boy! I may be old but I can still take you down, I'll put you over my knee if i have to!" She threatened as she hurried through the process of gathering food. There, tray complete, she hobbled back towards her cat. "I swear kids these days have no respect!" She huffed angrily to herself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 6:36 pm
Miller snarled again, "Zenial? Iz lozt mah... zenial... a whilz go..." he reached up pulling his hood back revealing his beak, the nasty look in his eyes and the over all anger he had towards her at that moment. "Noz, youz de onez in denizal nowz... youz dink I lookz like diz cuz of drugz? Oh noz, it's because of ze island... zon't worryz, youz lookz like diz zoon enough..."
He turned around so his back was too her as he unzipped the hoodie, he had taken to wearing no shirt under it as that made him too uncomfortable as of late, he pulled the hoodie down revealing feathers covering part of his shoulders and all down his neck and spine. "Welcome zo Hellz onz Earth..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 6:47 pm
His "deformities" became even more apparent with the pullback of the hood, but overall it wasn't too bad, atleast he didn't have some crosseyed thing going that made him look as mentally handicapped as his accent was making him out to be. But then... alright so he wasn't just retarded, he was completely insane, cursed with a birdbeak-nose whatever it was and blaming the pet-resort? Really now. That was just silly.
Oh but then! That was the last straw, "Put your clothes back on young man, I swear, trying to shame an old lady, you wouldn't want me to take my shirt off would you? I got a mean mole growin' on my back that no one wants to see. Now I feel bad for you, I really do, but youngster thats no excuse for the way you're behaiving. You should be greatful! Back in my day a kid like you would have been sold off to the circus or something! We didn't have all these fancy medical proceedures you have now adays, they could remove that right off with a little funding, and don't you be telling me about hell on earth, I lived through the great depression! Living off of dirt and worms thats what we had to do, we didn't get all these fancy meals, so you be greatful for what you do have! You're working up a mighty bit of karma like this, you'll see." Playing an akwrard balance of foodand cane, she gathered her cat up in her arms. "Now you think about what you said and repent! Or whatever it is you people do, probably a satanist of something I swear the things I have to deal with..." she continued on and on, making for the door in a huff. Of all the nerve. See you try to show a little compasion and what does it get you?
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 6:55 pm
Miller slipped the hoodie back on takeing in every one of her words and letting it fall on deft ears. She was even worse then he was as far as he was concerned sure he was rude to to her, he was even rude in how he treated Antony and Nita but this was outrageous, and being the git he was he would always fight fire with fire, even if it brought the whole building burning down around him.
He reached out quickly grabing her by the collar, his arm tingled with protest at the pressure on his bones as he pulled her over in to his face glareing. "Mezical youz say?" He chuckled, "Member dat zhot dey gave you? Oh yez dazt da same zhoot dey gave meh... datz how I GOT diz way..." He chuckled again at the great depression, "Dazt nothing... youz juzt signzed yo life away... and onze day youz gona wake up bleeding from every pore in your bodzy screaming to God ta save you, an guezz wut? Hez not liztnen to uz on diz izland... I'z gotz the feathaz and beakz ta provez it."
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 7:07 pm
See what she got for leaving her house! For talkign to people, this only furthered her idea to stay a hermit. "Get your mitts off of me!" she tried, struggling, and losing balance only to drop the tray so carefully positioned, goodbye breakfast. Though she was hardly caring about that right now, now she was more worried wether she was about to get mugged. Oh oh the labs were going to hear an earful about this, what kind of vacationing spot was this where they had satanists threatning you?!
He tried to fight him off first, as he gripped her collar and rambled on about some insane satanist crap. "Are you threatning me?!" That was the only logical option, he was trying to put a satanic hex on her! "Like hell I will, don't you pull that Satan mumbo jumbo on me I'm a Christian!" With a sharp frown she tried to shift her feet apart, lifing her cane and giving as hard a whap as an old lady could muster. Which was suprisingly strong, since she was a firey old thing. Even in old age she'd managed to keep fairly fit. And hell would freeze over before she went down without a fight! She gave him a good two more hits to try and knock him off her before falling back on her rump with a flinch. her excess flab softened it some, but it still sent a sharp jolt through her weakening hips.
The cat was less than pleased, with a hiss at their attacker, he lept from her arms as she fell, bolting under a nearby table and letting out a low growl fluffing up again to let this crazy man know he meant buisness.... And by buisness, that meant run and hide more if he came after him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 7:33 pm
Miller only laughed more as she yelled for him to let go, "And wutz youz gona yellz when youz change? Iz not gona ztop iz only gonaz get worz..."
He laughed again as she cried out that she was christain, "Iz dozn't mattaz! Iz notz doinz a zing oztha den tellingz deh truthz but youz won't lizten to'z me'z willuz?" As if an answer to that was needed, he got his with the sharp smack of a cane to his knee, the bone inside shivered again the aching and tingeing of his transformation coming back as his leg tried to give way causing him to let go and stumble back, just as two more hits got him on the hip. "Biztch!" He hissed as he stumbled more rubbing at his leg, it was now how ever that she could get a better look at his legs, about mid way down the skin changed to a tanned brown thick leather like texture that kept moving it's way down to his feet, strange clawed toes and a nub on the back of each foot.
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 6:05 pm
What on earth was this thing blathering about? Change or something, God he was probably still hexing her. Nothing a mental prayer wouldn't fix, ofcourse, but that was summed down to "God, please smite this sinning hellion and let me get back home."
Ofcourse he wasn't struck down that very second, and probably wouldn't ever be for that matter, but an oldlady could hope. But atleast the attack of a cane had sent him stumbling back away from her. She was too busy frowning at his face to really notice his legs, even as he rubbed them her brain only seemed to assume 'sock'. She might think abou tit later, but right now she was too frustrated to think about anythign but getting the hell out of there. With alot of effort, she was pressing against her cane to climb back to her feet, moving after her cat, and digging him out from undle the table. The fast movements hurt, but she didn't care, she could relax when she got home and called room service.
The cat hissed at her at first, but after a moment or two of her reaching Stormy darted back into her arms, ears pinned back and still giving a low growl of warning. Hopefully the old woman wouldn't fall again.
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