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 Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 5:16 pm
Dee was taking a detour after her latest round of snorkeling. She had heard rumors of a beach bar on the island and, after having spotted something on her way down to the surf, was backtracking to see if it could be the place.
The drawstring bait bag, with its cargo of clams and crab, was draped over her shoulder as she shuffled through the sand. Her salt and pepper hair was mussed and beginning to stiffen from the salt. As she went, she paused now and again to scratch at her shoulder, but the weird irritation was already winding down and she thought nothing of it.
Reaching the bar--and delighting in the fact that it was indeed a bar--Dee sets her catch down and looks around for service. There are some bottles and cans strewn around... perhaps this was a 'self-serve' establishment? Nice. With a grin, she sneaks around the back and searches the shelves, producing a small bottle of scotch. "This'll do..."
She pauses for a moment to toss he bag in a cooler, then sits down and takes a swig, twirling around in her seat to watch the ocean.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 5:33 pm
Richard had slowly been adjusting to her new body but still felt horribly embarrassed about what had been done to him, now her. She had attempted to order new clothes a few days ago but was stymied when the tech had asked for her "measurements," Richard had no idea even where to begin. She knew she would have to ask some one what they meant exact but couldn't quite work up the courage to do so just yet. So she sulked into jungle and read various thrillers to pass the time.
However true to form, Richard couldn't allow herself to sulk for long. The bandages were getting increasingly uncomfortable. So needed to ask some one. Thinking prehaps a little liquid courage was in order, Richard tip toed across the beach to the bar.
She saw that some one else was there and skirted out towards the trees and approached the beach bar from the forest. She'd just grab a bottle of scotch and go.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 5:38 pm
Over the soft sounds of the ocean and forest, Dee could hear some of the crabs scraping against the shells of clams and the floor of the cooler. She smiled to herself and took another drink. The scotch wasn't terribly good, but it had a nice oaky flavor and that all-too-comforting warm sensation which she loved. Dee, given the chance, preferred beer or wine... but every so often she felt the need for something 'harder.'
Unaware of the approaching cat-hybrid, she leans back against the bar with a happy, relaxed sigh. Perhaps the liquor will help her forget some of the less-encouraging things Tommy had said the other day.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 5:52 pm
Richard padded up to beach bar, her bare feet nearly silent on the sand. She didn't identify Dee in the bright sun and didn't really give her another glance. Richard was focused on where the good scotch was kept underneath the bar. She knelt down, rummaging around the bottles before selecting her choice.
Withdrawing it she stood to depart and the sea breeze changed direction to bring a nose full of Dee's scent to Richard. She froze, that scent, the scent she woke up to after... It came flooding back to her, the pain, the tears, the utter humilation. She gave a little mewling whimper as the bottle fell from her hand paw and shattered on the floor. A look of terror on her face.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 6:00 pm
Dee gasps and spins around in her seat, nearly dropping her own bottle. Her eyes are characteristically-wide, but she relaxes somewhat when she recognizes who it is...
"Richard! Oh gawd, you scared me half to death." Her gaze flicks down to the shattered bottle, then back up to the former-man's face. "A-are you okay? I haven't seen you in a while...I've been meaning to check up on you..."
Dee's stomach churns as she recalls the events of that day. Seeing Richard again confirms that those terrifying visions were very real, and not just some alcohol-induced bad (read: very VERY bad) dream.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 6:11 pm
Richard visably flinches at Dee's voice, responding with small defensive growl. Her arms move to protect her torso, the claws come out of their sheath's, fear fills Richard's unfocused eyes. She takes a step back, onto a piece of glass and yelps! Instinctively she springs forward jumping on top the bar with a thud, her claws biting into the counter. She casts about, fangs beared, searching for her attacker a deep growl rise from her throat.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 6:23 pm
Dee instinctively freezes... she recognizes a startled predator when she sees one. But, before today, she hadn't encountered any feral islanders save for Newt. Her heart hammers as she watches Richard. She feels like running, but knows that this would be a BAD THING to do around a big cat.
The large female predator is very close... TOO close...and it would be easy for Dee to get struck by one of those vicious claws or tentacles. Her blood feels like ice in her veins and soon she is frozen in place.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 6:37 pm
Richard bright green eyes fix on Dee's for a moment. Still trapped by the memories of her change she leans closer, her nostril's flare once. Dee wasn't the enemy she still remembered the woman's attempts to confort her throughout the ordeal. She blinked once, slowly. Some glimmer of humanity returned to them and the teeth disappeared behind her thin lips. She turn can looked at the piece of glass that had offended her foot.
She a made a curious yarr like sound and her furless cheeks colored when she turned back. "Hello again. It is miss Dee right." there was no smile but the tail lashed and the claws disappeared.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 6:47 pm
While Richard's cheeks flush... Dee's cheeks are still deathly-white, even with her dark complexion. "Y-yeah, Richard. Hey there." She glances down at the deep furrows that the feline has left in the bar, and how very very close they were to leaving gashes in *her* instead.
Dee releases another rattling breath and manages a weak, awkward wave. "S-so...uh... S-sorry to startle you like that."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:00 pm
She smiled weakly, now fully back in the present. "It wasn't your fault. I'm just a little jumpy I guess. Sorry to.." She noticed Dee of rather pale complexion. She sniffed the air, there was another scent in the air, mixed with Dee's own, the smile deeped just slightly. "scare you." The tail lashed.
She lowered her self down onto the bar, sitting on its edge. Trying to pretend that she was fine, it was a normal day. "How have you been Dee?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:09 pm
"H-huh? Oh... no, it's allright." Dee draws a full breath for the first time in their conversation, and edges over to sit back down on her seat. "Good, uh...good! Nothing too terrible as of yet." She sets the bottle on the counter and leans to one side, spying the shards of glass everywhere. "What about you? Did you step in any of that?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:19 pm
"Uh..." A few drops of blood had dripped from a small cut on the bottom of her foot. She twisted her leg around to look at it. "Nothing too bad. I'll be fine. Although perhaps I could trouble you to fetch me another bottle while this clots?" She looked up hopefully. She ignored the question as to her mental condition.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:28 pm
Dee nods and slides her bottle over. "Is there anything still in there? I've got a pair of tweezers..." her voice trails off. She's extracted small thorns and such from her own wounds, but never from someone else--and never from animal flesh.
"Er... what were you drinking before? Maybe I can find something better. I pretty much just grabbed the first tasty-looking thing there was."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:37 pm
Richard squeezes the cut or tries to with his clumsy handpaws, managing to poke herself with her own claws. Her little arms arn't quite long enough to reach. She winced, "I don't think there is anything in there. Doesn't feel like it at least." There were no pads on the bottom of her feet but surface had become calloused in the last two weeks.
She looked back a the shattered glass behind her, her tail going limp with guilt. "It was 12 year old talisker, I think it was the only bottle too. I think I saw some Oban back there."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:41 pm
Dee winces with a hissing inhalation. "Oooh..good stuff. Weeeelll..." Trying to make up for her awkwardness, she hops of her seat and scurries around behind the bar. "Oban...Oban...Oban.." she suddenly pauses. "O'douls alcohol-free beer!? Who put this crap down here?" Dee clicks her tongue, then spots what she's after. "Ah! Oban."
She plops the bottle down on the counter next to Richard, then scuttles back around to reclaim her seat.
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