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 Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 10:09 pm
(Ryan, 50%)
Ryan was lounging in the shade of the treeline, across from the duplexes. He liked it there, in sight of his duplex, where he could get water, and near the shelter of the forest. It was a great place to relax. While hot outside, as it always was, it was at least comfortable in the shade.
Leaing against a tree, he thought about how odd it was that he could barely feel it, even though he wasn't wearing a shirt. His hard back, with it's forming plates, has lost a lot of it's feeling. He could feel pressure on it, but he couldn't determine things like texture.
Ah well, it was a nice day. Maybe a quick nap would be good.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 10:56 pm
[Noah Volgan, 50%...for now]
To say Noah was feeling bad was a major understatement. When he had woken up that morning...he had felt all ill and achy. He had fought back the urge to puke more than once, and in the end he ended up staggering into the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach. He hated the pain and the sickness. Bad feelings.
He spent most of the day curled up in little nest he had made out of his normal blankets. They were all in one piece still, though they had been pushed and wrapped around him in a rather odd fashion. For some reason, this felt more comfortable to be like this. He had thrown towels over his windows to make his room more dark as well. It felt safe inside of his duplex now, dark and comforting. But still...those aches and the itchy feeling...they made him restless.
He finally uncurled and sat up, rubbing his head, his mouth feeling dry. He stumbled back to the bathroom, seizing a small paper cup from side of the sink in his slightly furry hands and filling it with water. He drank greatfully, his head pounding like hell.
This illness, this pain...it was familiar. He remembered suddenly...he had always felt miserable like this right before a change. He had stood frozen in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection, mouth wide. Worse? He was going to get worse than this? No...it couldn't be! He wasn't....not again!
He stumbled back. He...he was just sick. He needed some fresh air. That was all. He took a few deep breaths and picked up a brush that had been lying on the edge of the sink. He brushed his hair, which had become very light-- almost white-- with his last change. He took care to brush his teeth as well, scrubbing around the remainder of his brace-- he had the wires removed a week after his change to make it easier to eat.
He pulled some pants on and threw his familiar cloak made from an old sheet over his body before opening the door. Just fresh air. He just needed fresh air. He wasn't going to change.
He stumbled down the steps of his duplex, the sudden bright light of the day stinging his sensitive eyes after being in the dark for so long. He waited for his eyes to adjust and stood in front of his duplex for a bit. He still felt sick but it wasn't that bad...
But it was then that a sudden wave of sharp pain rolled over him, a crippling ache that clutched his body following soon after. He dropped painfully to his knees, and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh god...it was...it was happening!
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 11:28 pm
[Elea Fairchild, 0%]
Perhaps this was the craziest thing she had ever done…coming to an island where humans were being turned into animals--or so the rumor was. However, it couldn’t be as crazy as her nights in a forest doing an assignment the Inquirer made her do--searching for ‘the missing link’. She spent five days alone n the woods, trying to take pictures/write about what ever the hell the ‘missing link’ could be. Being five days alone wasn’t bad--she spent more time than that alone. But, out in the woods…now that was scary, considering the fact nowadays everything was so easy to get.
Where as dealing with mother nature, now that could be tricky.
Still, the mere fact she had signed up to be on an island--one of which she would never be able to escape from--to gather information so she could write a masterpiece and send it into some big time news magazine. Too bad she didn’t think her plan all the way through, otherwise…well she wouldn’t be trying to figure out a way to get off said island without turning into some animal--of which she didn’t know. Who knew what animal Moreau--the nutcase--had in store for her. Hell, for all she knew Elea could be turning into a lady bug.
Elea shivered at such a thought, there was no way in hell she would turn into…an insect.
Such thoughts had to be pushed out of her mind and with a small kick from her tennis shoes at the dirt path they were. Placing her hands into the confines of her red blazer pockets did the girl with tea coloring hair continue on her way. Her emerald orbs came across a figure taking in shade of a tree line, was he new too or?
Well in order to answer such a question she would have to get closer wouldn’t she? ‘And maybe get an interview in the process…’ Thought she, coming in closer. The man…she though it was a it but then one never knew. There were times when she was confused for a guy considering a certain area lacked…more potential? And it seemed fate was smiling on her considering someone else was entering the scene…a mouse man? Jeweled orbs went wide in astonishment, not only was it a bit weird to see an anthro but also strangely cool in itself.
A small wince escaped her lips, he fell down the steps of his duplex. Now a normal person would’ve rushed to his aide to see what was the matter. But, since she was knew a) she didn’t know what was going on and b) she wasn’t a normal person. If she didn’t know said person then she wouldn’t be rushing to save a life. Yet, from watching him fall could she be seeing her own future? Would her own transformation leave her in pain from start to finish?
Taking in a few more cautious steps she eyed the mouse man while eyeing form her peripheral vision the other person. “Hey, you okay?” She murmured, a stupid thing to ask but it was the only thing she could think of. And to think this girl who managed to state the not so obvious graduated with a degree in journalism which meant she had a firm command of the English language.
Her professors right now must be rolling in their classrooms for the lack of depth in her short and stupid question.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 11:56 pm
[Dallas Walker, 0%, 'cause I need to practice his character]
Dallas walked out the door of his duplex, enjoying the fresh air. His duplex wasn't bad, of course, with its AC and comfy bed and whatnot, but the outdoors was a nice change of pace. He hadn't been outside in a while, fearing another encounter with them. Though looking back, he supposed 'them' must be people deep down inside too. Stretching his shoulder blades, he did a perfect front flip and landed on his feet before continuing whistling cheerfully to himself as he headed down the stairs. It was good to keep his muscles in shape.
While he still could.
As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he hear a strange sort of thunking noise. turning towards the sound, his whistling immediately stopped as he witnessed what was happening. One of the people - things - had just fallen put of his duplex.
Dallas saw another person - a real person - also stop to see what was going on. He didn't notice the armadillo man.
Suddenly, something in his brain clicked. That fuzzy guy was changing!
Racing over to the two others he shouted, "Well don't just stand there gawking girl! Go help him!" Maybe he should have been more polite, and not called her 'girl'. Sometimes he forgot that he was only 19.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 12:27 am
Ryan had dozed off, finding the heat to be the perfect temperature. He was a tropical species after all. Unfotunately, it seemed that on an island with absolutely nothing to do, he couldn't get a moment to rest.
He hadn't woken up when Noah had walked out of his duplex, or when Elea had walked up, but Dallas' shout sure had. He started slightly, his instincts urging him to dig a defensive position in the ground. And he probably would have, but he was still half asleep.
Both large ears swiveled forward, trying to catch what was going on. Dallas' words finally filtered through his head. Someone was changing? Wonderful.
At this point, he could just slink into the forest and no one would notice him. Some amount of sympathy for people was still there though, and he couldn't just leave.
Sighing, he stood up and started walking over to the group, oblivious to the fact that two of them hadn't changed. "Anything I can do to help?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 12:50 am
Oh yes, the pain was getting quite intense now. Why? Why did this have to happen again? His whole body hurt...partly from falling halfway down the stairs, and partly from the impending changes.
When he had fallen, the hood of his shabby cloak had fallen down, exposing his face. He...he wasn't too inhuman. Sure, he had some fur growing along his jawline, and his hair was nearly white. Sure, his ears very closely resembled a mouse's. And maybe his nose looked a little strange. But it wasn't that bad! At least it was still vaguely human!
Human or not, he could feel the sun beating down on his face, but this time he made not motions to hide his face. He had other things to worry about. He cracked an eye open, noticing the three people who had come up. Two of them were Unchanged, and one seemed to be partially changed as well. He started breathing heavy, looking around wildly. Space..they were getting in his space! Too close! He needed space! He wanted to get up and retreat to his nest, to just hide from the cruel sun and all these people (never mind the fact that three people wasn't a very large group)!
But his body...oh, how it hurt!
He tried to speak, maybe to plead for some sort of help; he tried to move, but a sudden jolt of pain shot across his face and a sickening crunch could be heard as the bones started to shift and push his face out into a sort of muzzle. He gave a loud yowl of pain, and began to claw wildly at his face, eyes squeezed shut. Fur began to spring from the pores, covering more of his face than before, once stubby whiskers seeming to grow longer as well. As he gasped wide-mouth like a trout out of water, his chisel-like teeth could be seen lengthening as well.
It had begun. The painful process had begun.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 5:11 pm
"Well don't just stand there gawking girl! Go help him!"
Honestly, did she look like the type of person to help someone else? Someone who wasn’t a friend…or family member? Did the clothes she wore scream out, ‘I know what I’m doing and of course I’ll gladly save this…innocent changing man!’? Because, honestly, if her clothes did well…maybe she should pick up a new sense of style. But someone else, someone who hadn’t changed made it to the scene. And he had the nerve to tell her she was gawking!
‘I wasn’t gawking, merely observing!’ She thought, her lips forming a small frown. What could she do? It wasn’t like she was a girl scout when she was little to help aide whatever was ailing the mouse man. Though she had doubts even girl scouts wouldn’t have prepared her for this. Still, the matter remained that the young changing man before them was indeed changing…
Thank God someone else wanted to help--even though he nearly scared the crap out of her, though she didn’t vocalize her fear. Tearing her eyes away from Noah did she see just who else wanted to help…another person who had all ready changed. Well, being in such a close proximity of two anthro’s--one changing and the other not--would make any girl seem…well screamish.
Taking a few steps back did Elea let Ryan handle the situation--he knew more about what was going on than she did obviously--and the poor mouse man seemed like he really did need his space.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 6:14 pm
Dallas sighed as he realized that the girl would be no help at all. Looking at back at the changing man, he finally saw the armadillo man coming over to
help. Ever. So. Calmly. Now, Dallas was had been on the island for nearly three weeks now, and had met some of the islanders. Hell, he even had the chance to see one change before this. But, no one had really acted as calmly as the armadillo man was acting.
"Ah. What the hell," he trotted over to Mr. Fuzzy and asked the armadillo man, "sir, maybe we should take him back into his duplex? Might be more comfy there, eh?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 8:34 pm
Newbies. Well, at least they weren't freaking out at him.He'd had enough of that lately.
Seeing Noah's change, his hand went to his own face. His own face hadn't changed much, just his nose and his ears. Noah's change was a nasty reminder of what he'd have to go through.
'Sir'? Did he still look like a 'sir'? He'd been under the impression the he was more of a 'critter'. "We'd better not move him now, not while he's changing. Once it stops, we can see about getting him inside." That 'sir' comment continued to bother him though, for some reason.
He walked over to Noah, kneeling down as best he could with his stiff back. He did his best to hide his clawed hands, so as not to look like he was attacking the guy. "Hey, hang in there, it'll be over soon. Just breathe, concentrate on breathing."
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:47 pm
Noah thrashed around, hands clamped over the end of what was now a rodent-like muzzle. He howled into his cupped hands, tears leaking out of his eyes, the likes of which were still shut.
The mouse-man kicked wildly at the air with his bare feet-- with the last change they had become too big to fit into his shoes. Oh, but they were changing too, getting even longer, the toes getting longer and more uniform in thickness. With the last change, his had lost his toenail in exchange for claws, so at least he didn't have to go through that process right now. Still, the lengthening and change in shape hurt pretty bad, almost like someone had put his feet in a vice grip.
Why did the changes have to hurt like this?
His eyes suddenly snapped open, and he looked around at everyone wildly. Oh those eyes! They had now gone from a dull gray to a reddish-pink, the pigment in his eyes now forsaken. But judging from the glazed and panicked look, Noah seemed almost...detached from reality. He sighted Ryan, the changed one, and grabbed at the armadillo's arms.
"Bitte...machen den Schmerz stoppen..." he whined, reverting back to his native tongue. He gasped and swallowed thickly. "Make...make it stop...zhe pain...please..." he tried again, this time in a more understandable language.
He panted wildly, tired from thrashing around. Even though he stopped moving so erratically, he was still changing. His face had finally stopped pushing out, and his teeth had stopped growing. Things weren't over yet, though. White fur continued to cover up more and more of his body, new clumps springing to bridge the expanse of skin between the preexisting patches. This part itched more than anything, but the pain was made up elsewhere as his tail, which had before been at an appropriate half-length, was getting progressively longer.
He just wnated this to be over with...and with any luck, it would be soon...
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:59 pm
Maybe the shot Moreau gave her when she first stepped foot onto the island was creating some hallucination on her mind. There could be no way an actual human was changing into a mouse right before her eyes…there could be no other possible explanation. Even as her rational side argued this back and forth within the confines of her mind, Elea’s childish side still found the transformation oddly cool and wish she had brought a camera to capture it all.
However, to do such a thing would be extremely cruel…but to even say out loud such a stupid thought would be crueler. At least two of the men were trying to help the mouse man deal with his pain. ‘A form of male bonding?’ She thought, not daring to take a step closer.
After all, what could a reporter do in such a situation? Take down a will in case mister mousey died00okay maybe not the best of times to think about death. But still, what in the world could a somewhat stoic girl like Elea do?
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 10:56 pm
"Well, okay, yah know best." Dallas stated. "Hey, listen Mr. Fuzzymouse-man, it'll all be over soon, see? So just hang on 'till then and we can get you back to your nice comfy bed, eh?"
He joined the armadillo next to Mr. Fuzzy and knelt down to help support him if he needed it. Just looking at the change take place right in front of his face made him feel funny, just to know that someday, the same thing would happen to him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 11:45 pm
When Noah grabbed at Ryan's arms, he let him, despite the fact that the man's claws were puncturing his skin. He grabbed one of the man's paws and gripped it.
"It's almost over, just a little more to go." At least he hoped it would be. There wasn't much more the guy could change.
He vaguely registered what he was saying was in German, but with the current situation, and the fact that he had just woken up, he didn't really pay attention.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 12:18 am
The comforting words...the reassuring touch...even such simple gestures seemed to help the mouse-man calm down substantially. His newly-lengthened tail curled gently around the unchanged man's leg, and his grip on the armadillo-man's arm loosened considerably.
Finally, after one hell of a physical overhaul...things seemed to be stopping. The changes seemed to be done...for the moment. His breathing seemed to return to normal, though his heart was still pounding away fiercely inside of his chest. He seemed to be coming back to reality, the haze of the change fading slowly. He just wished the persistent aches and pains would fade as well.
He blinked a few times, the sun seeming so much brighter than before. He brought a hand up to shield his eyes, glancing around at the people nearby. His tail reluctantly uncurled from Dallas' leg, and he let go of Ryan completely, resting his other hand on his new muzzle. It wasn't fully as large as it would be in the end, but it was a big change from how flat his face had been before, and a lot furrier. In fact, his whole body had gained a lot of fur, though there were still some patches of bare skin here and there that would be filled undoubtedly with the next change.
He was certainly closer to being a mouse now more than ever, even if he wasn't at 100% just yet. Not that he was aware of any of this, of course.
He wanted to skitter back to his room right now, but the pain diminished his desire to move. He settled for remaining where he was.
"Vhat...vhat is zhe damage?" he asked wearily, referring to his changes. "Haow bad is it?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 4:13 pm
So mister mouse man wanted to know how bad it was…well, there were two options. One, Elea could go with her ‘nice’ side and say exactly or almost exactly what the guy wanted to hear or just be bluntly honest. Which one would make her seem….less stoic? Or at least earn her some brownie points with the somewhat formed ‘gang’? Decisions, decisions…
“It doesn’t appear to be that bad.” Muttered Elea, her eyes looking down a little. Bravo Elea, bravo. One can really tell how passionate the girl was about other’s health concern.
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