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Ambrose couldn't help but smile at the mental image. He could indeed picture the Dude doing just that. But he wasn't The Dude - far from it. "Maybe" He said quietly, finally. "I think I'd prefer to speak with at least a couple of them in a more controlled situation first, at the very least."

He kicked at the carpet "I do think that is the big problem. I have things going on in my life that I can't very well abandon. I can't exactly participate in the Olympics if I'm stuck on this Island, except for perhaps the special Olympics" He said bitterly. "And there are people that I need... Angelina specifically..." He shook his head and looked back at his companion. "How can you do that, I mean, just drift? No direction in your life, no... no cause or greater purpose?" The concept was so alien to Ambrose to just be and not worry about the specifics. He had always been driven - be it by his parents or by his own goals, not content to just let the world pass him by.

The words came at Ambrose like a slap in the face. Immediately he felt like the biggest heel in the world for his actions and disregard for the others and the situation that they most likely were all in. The insults that stripped him of his humanity even in his own actions "Face the world like a human being" were not lost on Ambrose.

The only person he had felt comfortable talking to had just walked out on him for being an absolute a**. He was miserable, and he had been wallowing in his own misery. There was a much bigger scope to this than just him, and he felt like a child. His biggest fear was the rejection by his peers, and in focusing too hard on that he had gotten just what he was trying to avoid. Some gentleman he was, some gentleman indeed.

The man whom he had looked down on with his first impression was proving in all aspects to be a better "man" than he tried so hard to be. More self-loathing and pity brimmed in his chest, and he swore at himself for it.

He was out there doing what Ambrose should be doing. And Ambrose was still sitting there. Doing nothing. Too much of a damn coward to do anything about it.

Greer smiled a little at the cookie comment, and then spoke up in what she hoped was a caring, concerned tone.

"Let us in Ambrose, please? We're all going through this together, and we need each other's help."

((Whoops XD Oh yeah - and post order: Dude, Greer, Ambrose, Matthew ))

"Hey Ambrose." - the Dude said simply and walked into the darkness of the apartment. "I''ve filled in Greer on some of the details, but it woudlnt'' hurt for her to hear it out of your own mouth."

With that he plopped onto the same chair he was sitting in before

Ambrose's nervous, stiff posture actually loosened a bit as Greer's first reaction wasn't horror or shock, but frendliness and concern. A small smile found its way to his face - barely - and he stepped aside, welcoming them in and gesturing to the chairs.

"H...hi Greer" He squeaked. He nodded at the Dude as well "Thank you" he mumured quietly to him and retreated to his bed to sit on the edge.

"I'm feeling.... well... I'm not quite sure to be pefectly honest. Physically... the pain's receeded for the most part... Mentally..." he trailed off, realizing that being honest would either make him look weak or fishing for sympathy.

He looked back to the Dude, catching a moment belatedly that he had suggested explaining.

"I.... I received a second injection the other day. Supposedly just the second injection of the study I'm a part of. Let me remind you that they told me that there weren't going to be any permanent affects to whatever it was. Yesterday afternoon - right at the end of our match - I started itching like crazy. I showered and called it a night early... then.... " He heaved a breath, getting annoyed again "I started sprouting HAIR." He sighed, and continued "IT.... continued for the rest of the night until the end of it I was like this. Greer - you know about medicine and things like that somewhat, right? You can't do this with just hormones or drugs - the hair and nails maybe, but.... but the rest? Matt's right about this being Genetic, isn't he? Is this permanent? Can it be reversed? Do you honestly think that they are still going to keep up their end of the bargain and let me leave in 4 days... and.... do you think ... " He hesitated "That the other injections people are getting.... you know..." He swallowed hard, realizing he was probably overwhelming the poor woman.

The Dude stood up from his chair and trotted over to the door, not really looking at Ambrose and wheter he was protesting to the new intrusion. Matt actually might know something here. Opening the door, he blocked the insides of the room out for Matt thru his own bulky shape and said quietly to him:

"Yo. Before I let you in, you have to promise not to panic and keep your voice down, okey? Okey. Go in. Be kind."

With that he turned his head around to Ambrose and Greer and said: "You guys talk, i am gonna see who else I can find in the village. I'm not gonna be much help here anyway. See ya soon."

With that, he let Matthew into the room and walked out.

((Okeys, have fun RPing, folks XD))

Ambrose heard the knock at the door and Matthew's voice. He hardly knew him... but he had seemed to know more about the facilities itself than the rest of them, and had seen genuine enough. He was here on vacation for God's sake - and if he was in the same situation as well....

He took a shaking breath - his nervousness crying out at suddenly being on display for what seemed like half of the residents of the Island, but he held firm... or at least thought he was doign a good job holding firm.

"No... no I wouldn't say everything is "all right"" Ambrose began as the newcomer came into the room, and he clicked on the lamp by the bedside table.

He didn't pull away from Greer's hug, though he seemed a bit unsure of how to react to it as well - on one hand it felt so comforting... and on the other, the feeling of his fur rubbing against her clothing was a painful reminder of his situation.

"Thank you, Greer.... honestly. It means a lot - and from your volunteering of information about the mosquitos not being the right species... well, we knew we could trust you. Even if you did think you were with the scientists...." He gave a small smile.