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 Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:00 am
Antony blinked, and then mentally face palmed when she remembered about his other missing appendage, but before she could say anything, he had gotten up and moved over to the fridge. And so she followed him, pity replacing the urge for revenge yet again as she let her fingers hook on the side loop of his pants, giving it a sharp yank to pull him facing her. "Train still open?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:07 am
He gave a laugh, "Still chasin', are ye?" This woman... He shook his head. He just wasn't in the mood. Everything just... didn't feel right. Sure he had detoxed and practically given up... but he couldn't help it! Years of sparked, intense, vibrant reality rushing past him at a million miles an hour, scooping him up to plop him down in circumstance had left normal reality grey and, frankly, boring. The moment he felt things were brightening up, the darker and grimmer they seemed toget.
Maybe it was just the pot.
Feckin' Downers.
He need something. He was missing something beyond niccotine. Befor coming home, he had crouched outside of Chubb's duplex, waiting for an opportunity, but only saw a shaggy something beyond befor retreating. It was so close!! Pyroth had smelled it! It had to still be there...
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:11 am
She let go and snorted, scooping up her cigarettes and lighter from his bed before shoving them back into her pockets. "Seems that you are too," Antony pointed out while she looked for her shoes, tails flicking per normal for now.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:12 am
He frowned, eyes norrowing as he turned to watch her, leaning against the door of the fridge, "I aint chasin' anyone."
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:14 am
"I never said it was a person," she replied, turning to face him, arms crossing over her chest. "Just because I'm an American woman doesn't make me blind or stupid." That comment could definately apply to more than just his drugs.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:19 am
At that, his brows furrowed angrilly, his mouth pulled back in a grimace, "Get out."
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:22 am
Antony rolled her eyes, slipping on her shoes and heading for the door, "That's the last time I try and be nice to The one-balled wonder." Sure it was a cheapshot, but she wasn't exactly feeling to giving after being shot down after she offered to cheer him up. Men.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:28 am
"GET TH'FECK OUT!" He suddenly bellowed, grabbing a plastic plate from the counter behind him to throw it at her, enraged.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:34 am
The squirrel definately heard the plate wooshing towards her, even if Antony couldn't register what the noise was, and she reacted on her instincts. Seconds later, the plate was crashing against the door and she had spun around, tails bristle with fear as her eyes burned with rage. "I hope the transformation makes 'WeeBilly' shrivel up and fall off a*****e!" She snarled at him as she reached for the door, eyes still on him in case he tried throwing s**t again.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:36 am
"NO ONE'S GONNA SHAG A HAIRY b***h!!" He snapped after her, his face red with anger, tentacles flailing.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:39 am
"Not you at least," she sneered, kicking the plate out of the way before opening the door and sliding out of it, slamming it behind her, "And I know who stole your stash a*****e!" It was yelled through the door, and before she could think about it, Antony found herself climbing high up into a nearby tree, having pulled herself up into the branches with relative ease. At least the squirrel was feeling much safer.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 5:40 pm
reserved for Billy's reaction
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 9:02 pm
Attempted Socialization
On the Beach with Angelina Since returning from the lebs, Angelina was feeling the best she had in a while. Some part of her, as irrational as it sounded, felt like she had "beaten" it, and dispite the warning from Aubrey, she had a little flicker of hope that perhaps they would just leave her alone now.
Everyone that was human when she first came to the island had turned now. And she hadn't even run into anyone human in several days. It was a strange feeling, but one she planned to soak in while she could.
Grabbing her iPod and a beach towel, Angelina threw on her smallest bikini she brought with her and headed down to the beach. She figured she might as well try to get a tan while she still had skin to tan.
She laid out, belly up, on the towel, popping her headphones into her ears and zoning out in the sun.
After his run in with Antony, Billy had laid low in his duplex, only surfacing for food at obscure times. After a few days, he feared going stirr crazy and allowed himself to get some sun. It was a large beach. He might not meet anyone, afterall- It wasn't long, though, untill he spotted the figure laying off in the sand. The sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up to his elbows in the heat, but the tentacles still were curled up against his skin under his shirt. The wounded one was coming along in it's regeneration, a sad nubby tentacle good for just about nothing- but at least it didn't hurt anymore.
His pants were rolled up, though, his shoelaces tied together so he could hang the sneakers over his shoulders as he walked through the surf. It felt good on his mutated, tentacle-like feet. When he grew closer to the figure on the beach, he realized it *wasn't* Antony... so there *where* more women on the island! He said nothing, just watching her as his path came near her's to see if she'd react to him.
Angelina barely heard the splashing of the other person over her headphones, but the presence of another person was enough to make her open a lazy eye to see who else around around.
She saw the figure backlighted against the sun, forcing her to drop up on her elbows and squint a bit. Upon recognition, her neautral, friendly smile faded quickly. "Oh its you," she said flatly.
He turned, walking out of the water to step up towards her, his feet happy to be walking on sand rather than crammed in his shoes, "Ach, don' tell me y've heard o' me too?"
Angelina raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you must have been strung out. We've met. You know, you insulted my boyfriend and I smacked you. Then you like, freaked out and ran away or something. Very dramatic, or something." She smirked to herself. "So, has it finally 'sunk in' yet?" She looked over him carefully, her smirk fading a bit as she caught the discoloration on his legs.
He turned his head, rubbing his chin with a nailess discolored finger, "Di' we? I don' know, these weeks ha' been a blurr, haven' they?" He cocked his head at her, frowning as he thought abuot what she said, "Sunk in? Under th'skin y'coul' say." That siad, he gave a bitter snicker.
Angelina's brows furrowed as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. "So do you know what you are yet?" she asked, nodding to his feet, and hands. "Are those... suckers?"
He drew in a harsh breath, turning his hands so she could see their odd shape and indeed, sucker-lined palms. "I don' know. Wha' do you think?"
Angelina frowned and huffed. "No need to get pissy. I'm not the one doing it to you." She pouted, crossing her arms and sticking her nose in the air.
He cocked his head the other way, leaning on a different leg. "How long y'been here, lass?"
She thought back. "Aboutt five and a half months," she sighed, looking up at him. "Don't look it, do I?" Indeed her beachwear left very little to the imagination.
He paced to stand directly beside her, dropping into a crouch beside her, glowering intently. "Why haven' ye ... changed?"
She shrugged. "They tried. It didn't work, or something. It made me sick. Now they say the 'reset' me and are going to try again."
She drug her hands into the sand and crossed her legs.
"Oh aint you lucky," He grunted, eyeing her up and down, "How old are ye?"
Though she didn't look it, she puffed up. "I'm twenty," she said defiantly, daring him to accuse her of lying. She was obviously used to this question.
"Jes' barely above jailbait," He snickered, a tentacle sneaking from under his shirt to curiously brush her skin. Only when it touched did his face flicker and he chuckled in a bladed embarassment, "They go' a mind o' there own."
Angelina's face reddened ands he opened her mouth to respond to his 'jailbait' comment when she saw the tentacle slither out from under his shirt. This distracted her and just just kind of watched it, mouth half open, until it touched her skin. "HEY!" She smacked at it, quickly recoiling her hand in surprise and made a surprised, disturbed sound. At both the slimey feel, and the sickening wet slap her hand made when it hit.
"Hoy! Tha' hurt!" He snapped back, taking a hold of it, "They move on their own sometimes! Aint my fault! Damn b***h."
"Oh I've heard some lame excuses in my day, Mister," she said, scrambling to her feet so she was, at least temporarily, looking down at him, "but that's by fair the lamest!"
"I go' twice a'many limbs t'think abou' now, you stupid gel!" He snarled, rising to his feet to glare back down at her in turn.
"Oh, you now you're right. That does seem like a bit of a challenge for you. Be wary of bubble gum. I doubt you'd be able to walk and chew at the same time."
She kicked sand in his direction. "What bug crawled up your a** and died anyway?"
"Yer th'one wha' slapped me an' shouted first!"
"You're the one who's trying to get freshed with your slimey...tentacles or whatever. I'm not that easy, Mister!?"
"They jes' DO tha', alrigh??" His face was red now as he backed up, breathing heavily,"They li'... I li'... to touch things! Can't help it!" He panted, glowering.
Angelina threw up her hands. "Allright, allright. I'm sorry." She pouted again and plopped back down onto her towel, reaching for her bottle of water and taking a drink.
He strode a few steps away and back again in a frustrated pace, lips pursed, "Y'know... it's li' everyone on this damn islan' hates me, or they're mad, or both to a rather intollerable degree!"
Angelina tried to surpress a laugh. "Maybe because you're so quick to get insulted. Instead of just saying, 'I'm sorry,' you chose to call people bitches and gets. You didn't play well with other kids when you were young, did you." She shook her head, her voice carrying a more teasing tone now than angry.
"Ach, I played well. I always go' me fist t'their face b'for their knife got t'me gut," He laughed, sitting heavily in the sand a bit away from her.
"Somethings tells me you weren't exactly an easy child to raise," she giggled, laying down on her stomach to continue her tanning session. "What got you here," she asked, fishing for conversation.
"Here t'th'beach? Or here t'the island?" He chuckled with a sigh, frowning out at the water, limbs visibly rearanging under his shirt to get more comfortable.
"To the island," she said, pulling her sunglasses back on. "I don't think you're the type to, you know, volunteer."
He watched her for a moment, glancing up at the sky now, unbuttoning his shirt to give his skin more sun. The three tentacles and tentacle nub wriggled, feeling good to be out of the confinement he kept them in and he leaned back with his shoes tucked under his head as a pillow, "Said I won a free vacation."
Angelina peeked over her sunglasses to get a better view of te writing limbs. She was rude to stare, but Angelina gave up trying a while ago. She shuddered slightly, suddenly feeling very sorry for the guy. He was in a for a rough time. "No s**t, really?" She looked around. "Talk about a tease. At least there are worse places we could be, eh?"
"An' wake up t'a chest full o' tentacles? Oh, Jolly Holiday tha', right-o!" He snorted, rolling his eyes.
Angelina gave him a wry grin. "The glass is always half-empty with you, I'm guessing?"
"You wanna' try 'em an' give me yer opinion?" He glanced over, eyebrows raised and gave one a pointed twitch.
Angelina rolled her shoulders. "I'm not exactly happy about being here, but I figure there's nothing that can be done from our end. So I'm enjoying the small things why I can."
He leaned forward, rubbing his discolored arms as though caught with the chills. "Do y'know th'person wha' lives in number twenty five?"
She thought back. "I don't think so. Why?"
"Nothin'," He shook his head, frowning further.
"Oh thats not fair!" She teased, propping her head on her elbows. "Tell me."
"They go' somethin' o mine I want back, alrigh'?" He grunted.
"Something personal? If its just a thing, the staff will get you another one, no problem" she said, waving it off. "Who is it? I didn't know we had any theives on the island. How do you know they took it?"
"Pyroth... th'furry one... sai' he coul' smell it."
She tilted her head. "Oooookay. Why did they take it?"
"I don' know! Nevermind, I said!" He grunted, "Now if ye'll excuse me, I'm hungry." That said, he moved to rock to his feet, picking up his shoes and shirt to carry them at his side.
Angelina blinked. Talk about anger issues. "Nice to meet you," she said bitterly, shaking her head. She popped the headphones back in her ears and rested her head on her arms, watching him go.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 9:09 pm
Huff and Puff and Blow your Brains Out.
Swimming in the lake with Ambrose
Billy didn't know why he was so terrible with people- or rather, he did know, yet still felt they were out to do him in, the lot of them. He was snippish. He was allowed to be. He was hungry. Starving. And not for fish. Feeling particularly antsy alone in his Duplex, Billy felt he could clear his head better with a walk- maybe a nice soak somewhere, moisten his... tentacles.
Through the jungle paths he trudged, trying to think about anything but his chapped nostrils. He found his way to the river he had met Awen in not too long ago. A nice soak. Get his mind off of everything. Off of this horrible island. Look on the bright side of things. Like the human gel had carried on about.
Well, he was on a tropical island.
His previous employer wasn't going to shoot him.
Maybe it wasn't *that* bad.
As he stripped down to his skin, able to fully take in his changes once again, he changed his mind. No... no, it was that bad. But he could at least enjoy the cold water.
Ambrose had recently come out of one of his many trips to the cafeteria. This time, thankfully, there hadn't been any other islanders hanging around dining... not that Ambrose didn't usually mind company, but even with the support from the other islanders, he still felt selfconscious about his new... physique. Especially after facing the hard truth that the mirror reflected back at him.
He was father gone than he ever imagined he would be, even when he found out the truth of the island... and it was only going to get worse.
And he had seen the looks in the eyes of the girls', heard the whispers. He had been subject to rumor and nasty jibes before he had come here, after all he had been through high school, but it was different now, much different.
He made note of the flier on the cafeteria door. Fiona, one of the two new women he had ran into was looking to throw a party. It wasn't a bad idea, admittedly getting sloshed at the beach bar shortly after his first change had likely helped him start on the path to coping a good deal. hell, maybe he'd even help out - things had been down ever since the lockout and a party could be good. But for now... Ambrose turned away from the village and out towards the jungle.
He hadn't been out there since he had been forced there - perhaps a part of him thinking that if he went back he wouldn't be able to come home. But aside from the shelter and air conditing of the buildings, the shade of the jungle - especially near the streams, were the only respite from the glaring sun that was only getting worse as it was growing further and further from "winter". Ambrose itched his shoulder irritably, flicking an ear as a particularly large insect zipped by.
His fur, as he had quickly discovered, now thicker than before his last stage, was hot. Why couldn't this island be further north?! Ambrose, who had long ago declared his despise for snow, was now begging for it. He paused as he ran into the river that cut across the jungle and chewed on a lip.
It looked nice. Cold, clear. Glancing to either side Ambrose made his decision quickly, stripping out of his shirt and pants, revealing hopefully to no one else just how lupine he had become, and slipped into the cool waters with a relaxing sigh. He was as of yet unaware of the other presence in the water not too far off.
Dogpaddling towards the center, he took a breath, submerging for a good minute to soak himself completely, before surfasing further down the stream with a gasp.
At the sudden smell of wet fur and the sounds of splashing, Billy turned quietly in the water where he had clung to a shallow shelf in the riverbed. Blast! Someone was there! He saw pointed ears and a wet, canine build. Pyroth? He eased forward slightly, pulling at the water with his tentacles.
Before Ambrose even realized that there was someone next to him (or opened his eyes), he shook, water spraying everywhere.
When he did open his eyes, his jaw hung open as he was pretty much face to face with the sleezy newbie he had run into in the entertainment room. His ears flattened, and he backpedaled a few steps, thorougly embarrassed.
Crap... and what was his name? All he remembered was that the man was panicking... Angelina slapped him, and that last they had encountered the man had gotten a heavy dose of reality shock. So much for his peaceful alone time.
"Uhm..." He finally vocalized, smoothing some of his hair away from his eyes where it was clinging or trying to slip into his open mouth. "I.... I... I'm terribly sorry. I... I didn't realize anyone else was in here..."
"Y'aint Pyroth. Who are ye, doggy?" Billy kept his head low, mostly hidden in the water as he watched the rather transformed Islander skeptically.
Ambrose frowned, looking irritable at the monicker. "No... I'm not Pyroth. I'm Ambrose... don't you remember-" He stopped himself. he had changed since then...
"We met in the entertainment room a few weeks ago briefly, though I was not quite as... canine then. Although you did seem rather out of it..." He eyed the man skeptically. "Though I'm surprise you forgot Angelina's slap.. and your realization that most of us weren't wearing costumes."
Billy flinched back, eyes narrowing, "Aye, Angela's sex puppet." He gave a chuckle, eyeing him up and down as though sizing him up. Sech a fine, untouched speciman o' th'human race, I wouln' let her go prancin' abou' in tha' wee getup I saw her in yesterday."
Ambrose's scowl at being called Angelina's "sex puppet" turned into a wide-eyed, bristled "What?!"
Taking a breath and shaking his head he glared at the man, suddenly feeling dirtier for sharing the same patch of water with him.
"She is yer woman, righ'?" Billy raised his eyebrows.
"Well... yes..." Ambrose regarded him dubiously. "Although I wouldn't say it in such... possessive terms." He crossed his arms across his chest, wondering where this was leading to."
"Yer gettin' hair all in me river, lad," Billy cocked his head, frowning pointedly and still low in the water.
A small curl of his lip revealed a long, curved fang. "Last I checked the river belongs to the 'good' doctor. Besides, I wouldn't be so concerned with hair - I'm sure your grease is polluting it more than my fur."
"Oh! Ohh tha' was good! Real good, lad!" He laughed, finally straightening up, gently shaking off his tentacles as the water level dropped to just below his chest. "Tha's sure tellin' me!"
Ambrose wasn't entirely sure if his laughter was snide or genuine, but as Ambrose was puzzling over what to make of if, his eyes bugged as his torso and its writhing tentacles came into view.
"Dear lord" was quickly muffled with a pawlike hand to his mouth and a rather obvious aversion of his look. Ambrose hadn't been ready for the sight to say the least. He had assumed that the newcomer hadn't changed yet.... obviously incorrectly.
"I'm sorry!" He followed up quickly. "I just wasn't prepared... ergh... I'm sorry, I must seem like a damned hypocrite. I didn't think you had changed." His eyes were drawn back to his chest with a morbid curiousity.
"Shame I don' got a wee cutie lassy in a teeny bakini t'slap you fer tha', aint it?" He snorted, glaring darkly at the man-beast. His tentacles wriggled angrilly befor wrapping around his torso for support.
Ambrose looked as if the man had slapped his nose with a newspaper, a frown tugging at his mouth as he forced himself to look away from the squiggling tentacles.
Instead, his mind decided to focus on the image of Angelina in the bikini she had brought with her to the island. Realizing a moment later that he wasn't wearing anything and the water wasn't that deep, Ambrose sunk lower and muttered another 'sorry'.
Once again, Ambrose was pointedly reminded of how 'lucky' he was to have been selected for a 'good' animal. Even though he agreed with Vasile thoroughly about the whole issue of feeling guilty about feeling bad for himself as he WAS becoming an animal and he wasn't keen on that whole idea in general.
Change the subject.
"Do.... do you know what you're becoming..?" he hesitated.
Way to go on the subject change.
Billy raised an eyebrow, looking down at the man. The fact he had extremedies lopped off here and there had to be dismissed- he hoped the water was enough cover to keep anything he was missing, tentacle or testical, would be left alone.
"Oh, I was thinkin' a duck, wha' d'ye think?" He chuckled wickedly.
Ambrose's eyes narrowed. "har har." He replied with a snort.
For Billy's sake, Ambrose hadn't noticed either... shortcoming.
"Well, I mean... there is more than one creature with... uh... tentacles." He said the word as if it were a disease.
He eyed them again, noting the row of suckers along his arms, and the happily squirming added ones coming from his chest. He'd never say it.... but they were quite disgusting. Ambrose wouldn't trade him for any amount of money, even if that was as far as the squid-man was going to change.
"Th'general concencuss is Octopus. An' wha' are ye? A husky-dog?" Billy leaned back to swim against the current in a bored sort of fashion.
"Ah... I see." Octopus. How in the hell was that going to work? Did they even have bodies or just a head with tentacles coming off of them? Ambrose studied the tentacles coming from his chest. Time would tell, he supposed. The poor b*****d. was an apology in order? Or would that make him seem to be all the more of an a**? Likely the latter. He had already put his big foot in his mouth more than once in this short encounter.
"A wolf." He corrected quietly. "At least that's what the doctors say. And, well... given what I've been reading, things seem fairly accurate."
"Big bad wolf's gonna' huff an' puff an' rip her bakini off, eh?" Billy chuckled, amused by his own joke. It was a lot more entertaining a thought than how his own transformation would take him when he was as far as this man... or Pyroth... would this Wolfy blonde soon be reduced to teh same hunched... crippled monstrocity? What would he himself- He stopped those thoughts, shaking his head a moment befor dunking his head under a moment and resurface.
Once properly squeejeed dry with a suckerlined hand, ha glanced over to the wolf, "How old are ye, lad?"
Ambrose blushed thoroughly, though whether or not that was evident under his fur was another question. However, his darting gaze off to the side was incriminating enough. It had taken some time for Angelina and him to... get used to the idea of his change, but at least before his last change they had made some real headway, to the point of a little bit of not-so-innocent playacting in the confines of their duplex and some maturized fable plots.
Ambrose took a seat on the pebbly bottom on the other side of the river's sloping bank, the water rising to about his mid chest. "I'm just twenty one... a few monts ago." He replied, looking to the man curiously. He seemed to be emerging out of his snide teasing tone.
"What about yourself?"
"No' thirty yet, bu' soon," He grunted, looking thouroughly upset by this fact.
"Thirty?" Ambrose looked him over again. "Thirty isn't that bad." He commented.
"At least you had more years of freedom." Ambrose might have been to the Olympics already if he had been nearly thirty by the time he was abducted.
"Freedom," Billy chortled, laughing at the sky, "If'n y'can call it tha'." The tentacles wriggled, feeling exceptionally good in the water. It was sick. This... hideous wolf man was disgusted by the sight of the damn things growing from his torso.
What would She have thought?
"I've barely don' anythi'n yet."
mbrose shrugged. "I would expect more than we've got going now. For all of our 'freedoms' here we are stuck here, and at their mercy if they so choose to exact it." His ears flicked back again as he drew a breath of the humid jungle air.
"I wish that I had had more time... I know that there is always something else on the horizon... but I had so much I was working for."
He glanced over to his companion. "What makes you say you hadn't done anything? I'm sure you'd done something in thirty years... maybe not built the great wall of china or some great occupation... but at least something meaningful to you?"
Billy grunted, half floating half leaning back in the water watching the sky, his brows furrowed. "Waisted. Feckin' waisted th'whole bloody thing."
Ambrose rested his palms on his furry thighs, leaning forward a bit.
"If you hadn't come here, though... would you have even realized that? Or changed it?"
He sighed. "Sometimes you don't realize a good thing until it's gone."
Good things.. Goood things... oh yeah, they were gone... but not totally gone, not completely gone not totally out of reach yet.... just hidden away as a puzzle, taunting and teasing him with this ******** up clarity and this rediculous.... problem.
"Y'd think tha'..." Bill mumbled, staring so hard at the clouds his right eye twitched. The msucle spasm seemed to be enough to snap him out of his thoughts, grunting as he raised a hand to rub it sorely.
Ambrose cocked his head in a very canine fashion as he watched Billy's eyes going somewhere very distant, wondering what the man, however sleazy, might have been like before whatever happened to send him down this rather nasty spirial.
The man was suddenly surprisingly quiet.
Ambrose flicked at the water in front of him before trying to breach the quiet. "I... apologize, but I don't think that I recall your name from our previous encounter."
Billy sat up, arms resting on his lap now as he sat on the shallower banks, tentacles still poking for more water. He cleared his throat, glancing to the bank. "William," He grunted flatly.
"William." Ambrose echoed with a nod, adding the name to the growing list of islanders in his mind. "Well.... even though it probably sounds contrite... maybe there is something of significance that you can do even though we're all trapped here. Who's to say what's important in the big scheme of things anyway?" A small tug at the corner of his mouth. Ambrose wasn't even sure how apt he was to believe such a thing. he had built up his entire life for a few small goals, most of which were now shot out of the water.
He still had Angelina he could cling to here, a comfortable remnant of his old life, but Ambrose had not exacly made a move to carve out a new life here yet.
"An' maybe we'll all jes' become a nice little pettin' zoo o' fun an' excitement an' love an' friendship," Billy snorted, finally standing with his back to the wolf-man, tentacles and suckers twitching as the water rushed off of him.
Ambrose remained sitting about chest-deep in the water. He was soaking wet, but it felt good compared to the sweltering heat that he knew was only going to be getting worse as the days crawled towards summer.
Ambrose made a small disgruntled noise at the thought. "Hopefully there will be more in store for us than that." Ambrose replied, but there wasn't much conviction in the words.
He averted his eyes politely as Billy rose, as naked as he was but without the luxury of obscuring fur, out of the water.
"Well, we'll see, now won't we?" Bill slipped on his worn jeans, lips pursed as he collected his things, "Nice swimmin' wit ye, Amby, but I'm off." With a wave over his shoulder, he didn't even wait for a responce befor walking away.
Despite the fact that william didn't look back, Ambrose returned the wave with a sigh as he leaned back in the water.
"Take care, William." He replied. "Best of luck to you."
And now that Ambrose was actually alone, he slipped his eyes close and enjoyed listening to the noises of the river and the jungle.
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