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 Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:28 pm
NEW RP
The muffed sound of blips, chimes and overall noise could be heard from outside the entertainment room even without stepping a foot inside. The volume cranked high, the irish punk teen was enjoying the ear-bleeding noise of the brain-numbing videogame he was apparently enthrawled in- so much so, that he'd spent most of the day inside the nicely air-conditioned complex with little concern for anything else.
A messy platfeul of spaghetti lay beside half-eaten sandwiches and bowls of various snack items, having somewhat stocked up on edibles before settling into his seat on the floor infront of the tv screen. With a half-burnt cig hanging from his teeth, Alec was hooked.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:32 pm
Ambrose, meanwhile, was on cloud nine. Things had been going remarkably well for the wolfman as of late, and only promised to be doing even better soon. He hoped.
After coming back from the labs and his visit with Aubrey, Ambrose swung by the cafeteria. Seeing no one there and feeling social (but not ready to see Angelina again just yet - he was scared he'd blab about his plans), he grabbed a tray of food - a couple of hamburgers and a steak, and poked around the other rooms of the town hall complex.
He heard the noise from the entertainment room as soon as he stepped outside. His tail wagging socially, he stepped around to the side of the building and poked his head in.
THe mohawk that crested the couch was unmistakable. It was the kid that he had met briefly at the beach bar who had been dared to eat the cigarette... he couldn't remember his name, but he had an interesting accent.
"Hey, do you mind company?" Ambrose said loudly over the video game.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:39 pm
Alec didn't even look away from the screen as he heard the voice call over the digital melody that portrayed his victory of the fourth level of the game. "NEEEEH!" He yelled back, realizing just then how loud the room was by how much he had to strain his vocal chords to drown it out. Grabbing the remote that sat nearby, he flicked it until the volume was at a reasonably noisy level.
He took the opportunity of the break to glance over his shoulder at who had arrived, the smell of cooked meat being a lure for his attention. Spotting the wolfman, he narrowed his eyes and thought hard. So familiar. A little shaggier than what he'd remembered, but the features were oddly unmistakeable. He snapped his fingers a few times, racking his brain for a name.
"Ambrose." He stated plainly, pointing to the caninesque man before turning back for his controller.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:47 pm
"Excellent, thanks!" He responded, careful to not get between the teen and the television, and then plopped down on the couch next to him with a smile.
"You remember!" He responded with a thump of his tail. "And you're... uhrm... " His ears drooped. "Ah... I ran into you with Amaya... and at the beach bar get together..." He tapped his nails on the tray, sheepishly.
"I'm so sorry, I've run into so many people recently." HE tried to divert the attention away from his faulty memory. "What are you playing?"
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:54 pm
Alec didn't seem to care much that he was easily forgotten. Something that small and insignificant wouldn't upset such a laid back guy as himself. "Alec." He answered without any hint of disdain whatsoever, understanding the dilemma of just how many people were actually in that place.
"Sou' Calibeh." He said with a bit of a laugh that exposed much of a his sharp teeth, just as his character was absolutely mauled by the computer AI. "Aaan' apparenly 'am no' tha' good at i'." He shook his head and waited for the next round to load. "Y'wanna play?" He glanced over and offered a controller, though his eyes seemed distracted by Ambrose's looks. He apparently hadn't realized just how wolf-like the man had become though it was possible he'd just forgotten about it since their brief meetings in the past.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:00 am
Ambrose snapped his fingers and shook his finger. "Alec! That's right. I'm sorry, I used to be rather good with names, but so many new people have arrived. I do remember you, don't get me wrong, just not your name..."
He took a big bite out of his hamburger, and then did a doubletake as Alec flashed him a jagged grin. "Whoa!" Ambrose looked up, his ears pricked. "I'm sorry... I hadn't noticed... you've been through your first change?" Fortunately, at least, his couch companion didn't seem too phased - so either it wasn't very recent, or it didn't bother him.
"Soul Calibre? Sure! I think I tried it once with Awen. I'm not nearly as good as she is, but I think I'm decent." HE picked up the other controller. "And at least I should be less harsh than the computer companion." He grinned teasingly.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:15 am
Alec gladly handed over the controller, happy to have a partner to play with for once. He rememebered Awen, the aquatic-looking beor. She'd offered to play too, but he hadn't seen her since that one time where he helped her with the tv. "Heh, maybeh a'll kick ye a** a few times then."
He smiled again, but not so broad this time. The wolf-man's sudden reaction reminded him of Emelyn, and although he'd received the same look a few times before by random people, it seems he hadn't grown accustomed to it yet. "Ye, a' lil' while ago." The teen calmly answered, looking back to the tv screen so that he could set up the specs for a 2-player game. "A' guess none of us are safe, eh?" He tried to laugh off the subject that was obviously not very humorous and he soon reverted to the tactic of shifting the spotlight. "Ye lookin a lil mo' furreh since a saw ye last too?"
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:22 am
Ambrose took the controller, looking over the buttons briefly to familiarize himself before "start-ing" in and picking a character. With a grin, he selected Raphael, the fencer. "I like this character." He added with an inane, wolfish grin. "And we'll see. I've played it a few times... though likely not as much as you have. But give me a real sword and we'll see who does the a** kicking."
He nodded, his voice becoming more serious on the subject of the transformations as well. "We all like to try to delude ourselves, at least for a time, that maybe it won't happen to us... or it will stop before it gets too bad.... and ever time... eventually it happens. But I don't know if it would be worse the opposite. Angelina, she's been here over six months now... she hasn't changed yet. There were... problems. She got sick for a time and had to go to the labs. We... we've been on pins and needles for so long now... waiting.... you don't want to get too comfortable that it won't happen... because they say it will..." HE trailed off with a shake of his head. "I'm sorry, so much for light conversation, eh?"
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:37 am
"Ye, is ekay" Alec sighed, though he wasn't upset by the conversation in the least. "Is hard not teh talk 'bout i' all th'time, a mean wha' else goes on in this place?" He chuckled again, hinting at the incessant boredom that had been nagging at him for a few days now. He didn't recognize the name that Ambrose mentioned but listened attentively regardless. He almost let the subject drop until he quickly added to it. "A' di'n't even know pehple go' sick from i', yanno? 'Til a met... Julian. N' stoof."
Smirking, Alec chose the crazy Voldo. It was never a dull moment when he played with that guy. "A' real 'un? Ye know 'ow t'do theh... " The young islander quickly passed into another topic of conversation, making a jabbing motion with his free hand to signify the art of swordplay that he couldn't quite put into words properly.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:41 am
Ambrose winced at the mention of Julian. "Yeah..... he's my ah.. 'upstairs roommate'... I haven't seen him in quite a while now, but last I saw him he was having some severe... issues. Going crazy - thought he was the cheshire cat, some sort of honest to god multiple personality disorder. But I met him first before he started to change - he alwas seemed very... borderline to me. If you ask my opinion, I think the people going crazy from this are the people that had issues to begin with. Angelina was more of a physical sicknes. Not that I'm saying that's GOOD, but I honestly think it's better than going crazy and losing yourself."
Ambrose smirked at the teen's choice. "And yup! I used to be a fencer. Well, still am I suppose. I did all sorts of competitions. I was even ranked in the nation with an epee. I... well... I was hoping to make it to the olympics someday." He said with a nostalgic tone. "It's too bad that no one else really does epee fighting. Greer knows how to use a sabre, but the styles are so different, and it's been ages since I've seen her. She's so avian now, I don't even know if she could adapt well to the fencing." He grinned at the teen, his tail thumping on the couch. "I can show you sometime if you like?"
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:51 am
Alec chuckled again, recalling the 'conversation' he'd had with the disturbed young boy in the jungle. "Yea, a' 'ad th'pleasuh o' meetin' 'im durin' tha' whole mess wi' th'staff ladeh. Heh... both o' 'em." He almost made a comment about how horrible it must be, waiting on a 'death sentence' of sorts before he realized he was probably in the same boat.
It was a little difficult keeping up with the conversation when Ambrose went into detail of mentioning countless names that weren't familiar but he did his best. The fact he couldn't recognize any of the aforementioned islanders only served to remind him that there were many more people he hadn't run into yet.
"Heh... ye! Maybeh you c'n teach me a bi'?" Swordfighting lessons? Sign him up.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:56 am
Ambrose nodded slowly, and commenced to attempt to kick Valdo's a** with the quick rapier strikes of Raphael. Ambrose mused that perhaps, were he actually there with a rapier as opposed to trying to hazard guesses of how triangle and square-buttons equivaleted to various fencing techniques, he might stand a much better chance, ironically.
Then again that Voldo character appeared to be crazy, and consequently difficult to read.
Ambrose's overanalysis left him very open to much pummeling.
He looked away from the game to give Alec his own toothy grin. "I'd love to! I was teaching Amaya for a while, but after the lockout things kind of got pushed aside. Maybe I can train the two of you together. It's better to have someone to learn with that you can spar. But I know she's self-conscious about the changes that have happened to her feet and hands.... but I bet she could still manage. I actually surprisingly started to learn a bit of soccer... er... football as you probably call it too. There's a new islander, Thom - apparently he played professionally. I've entertained the notion of trying to get a league started up. I'm sure there are enough of us that would be interested."
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 1:08 am
Alec commenced the difficult-to-master, smashing-of-the-buttons technique in hopes of evading Ambrose's character and somehow pull off some good moves at the same time. Admittedly, it was hard to tell if it was working or not.
"Heh, tha'd be fun." He laughed, not being able to imagine Amaya ever weilding a sharp weapon in her life. "Ye, she's all upse' all th'time. A' keep tellin heh tha' she c'n do whateveh.." The punk teen trailed off as he focused on the game for a moment, frowning furiously in concentration and somewhat forgetting his train of thought in the process. "Ask heh if she's up teh i' though, am fair game fo' i'."
At the mention of football however, Alec lost all concentration on the match. Amazed that the subject he had just been chatting about not too long ago came up, he excitedly smacked the wolf-man's shoulder. "FOO'BALL!" After the exclaimation was out of his system, he continued. "A' was thinkin of findin soom blokes t'play wi', a know Thom would. Ye!" Finally, finally something to get excited about.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 1:14 am
Ambrose stuck his tongue out in concentration as the match got heated. His own technique of trying to learn what each of the buttons actually did to calculate attacks not doing so well when he was a novice at the game - especially in response to the furious button-mashing that was coming at him - quick, unpredictable moves seemed to be draining poor Raphael's health bar rapidly.
"I'm really sorry to hear that... Amaya's been so quiet every time I've seen her recently. I feel bad for her - I wish there were something I could do... but I don't even really know the problem. she always used to be so happy - a ray of sunshine in this place. But yeah, I'd be happy to teach you or both of you. I've even got a few extra sets of equipment that the labs gave me."
With the smack on his shoulder, Ambrose nearly dropped the controller, and looked surprised at Alec, at first thinking that he had said something wrong, before he realied it was his exuberance. His ears pricked back up - he as well had been looking for something to do as a group - something to get excited about and stir his competitive nature. "That's wonderful! WE should put up fliers, try to get a big group. Make teams, and start having matches! I miss competing in fencing SO badly... and as much as I love the combative sports... I'll take what I can get - and I think more people would be generally interested by soc - er- football than fencing, anyway. I bet Angelina would play, too. Though, ah, I don't know if it's her thing. And I could see a lot of the other Islanders doing really well!"
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 1:23 am
Guessing by how much Ambrose mentioned this 'Angelina', he figured she meant a little to the shaggy man besides him. That was fine, everyone needed someone sometimes. Wasn't there... a song or something that went like that?
Oh right, the game.
With the many buttons being struck at once, it was amazing that Alec was able to pinpoint a particularly good combination by chance and therefore performed it a few times to finish off the weakened Raphael. "HA!" He smirked in triumph, turning back to Ambrose. "Ye, fliehs." The teen nodded, admiring the good idea and regretting the work at the same time. He wasn't exactly good at grammar. Any literate signs that came out of him would be a fluke, though he could already imagine some other islanders that could possibly be star players in their makeshift league.
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