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 Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 12:15 am
"I 'adn't expected anyone who refers t' it as 'soccer' t' know me," he assured her, his grin returning, however faintly. "An' I can honestly say I 'aven't th' faintest idea who th' Canucks are."
Following that, he didn't have much of a reply. So what if the mad doctor had managed to sneak away some fourty other people? He, Thomas Brinley, had been in a bus wreck. Other members of the team had been injured. There was sure to be a big to-do from the press. And when they found out a team member had vanished from whatever hospital they had sent him? Search efforst were sure to redouble.
Though... Perhaps the game was out of the question. "Well... It may take a bit longer than I anticipated," he admitted, tucking the soccer ball under one arm. "I'll 'ave to see about gettin' Duvert t' tape it for me."
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 12:22 am
"Hockey team. Vancouver." The corners of her mouth turned up in a faint smile. "Shoot me, I'm Canadian. It's impossible to not get caught up in hockey just a little. Too much peer pressure."
Cassidy waved a hand vaguely. "I hope he does that for you, anyway." Could you even get satellite out here, in the middle of the ocean? Cable was out of the question, anyway. "Even if you can't be there, it'd be nice to watch it."
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 12:36 am
"Ahhh, there we go." That explained it. Hockey was fun on occasion, a nice break from the norm, but Thom had never really followed it. At that, he wasn't sure he had ever sat down to watch a hockey match on TV. Most televised sports bored him. Football was different in that he understood the game, knew when players made fools of themselves, and often had the chance to mock said players during future games. "To each 'is own," he chuckled, shrugging.
"I don't see why 'e wouldn't." Shrugging, Thom dropped his ball to the ground, holding it in place with one foot. "Though, I think I'm goin' t'go ask now, just t'be safe. Th' sooner I ask, th' better my chances. It was nice meetin' you, Cassidy." And, with a grin of goodbye, he turned and started back for the village, lazily kicking the ball ahead of him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:37 pm
Rayanya was finally out and about again. She had been locking herself in her room for days on end, praying to Woten and Thor and every other good in the great blue sky (At least of the Norse kind), that this would end or be a dream and she would wake up normal once again.
She didn't know why she was still ensnared in this freakish, hairy version of herself. She knew she didn't like it, though. She'd shave the hair and it would all just grow right back, covering her chest and her face. It was disgusting.
The jungle was her locale today, brought there from the nostalgia of a day when she was fully human and had first met Ambrose amongst the weeds. Maybe, somewhere deep inside, she hoped that she would walk through the jungle and it would be like Alice awakening from Wonderland: everything would be back to normal and she would be just fine.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:44 pm
Like her, Amaya despised the body she was in now too... but didn't pray for it to be over or to wake up from a dream. She knew it was the reality of the situation and in the end, there was nothing that she could do about it. The only real thing she prayed for now was happiness and that someday Moreau's mad experiments would end. That people would stop being kidnapped to this horrible rock and toyed with like puppets.
But deep down, like always, she held little faith. Even when her parents were alive and took her to church every Sunday. It had just never really clicked for her like it did for some. So the green iguana lived for the day... even when the day she lived was boring and sad. Happiness would find her someday... hopefully it would happen sooner then later else she would likely go into a deep depression.
But for now, her mind was filled with the story she read and only that. Amaya sat on a high tree branch in the jungle, her legs and tail swinging back and forth slightly as she read from the book in her lap. (Her hands had difficulty holding anything now.) She was content with just basking and occupying her mind for the afternoon.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:50 pm
Rayanya traversed slowly through the jungle, apparently looking for a path -- she found it, that same one that she had run when she first encountered Ambrose. With a heavy sigh, she walked up to one of the trees in the jungle and threw herself down on the ground below it, not looking anywhere but down, not noticing anything but the jungle floor.
Her back slumping against its trunk, she removed, from what must have been a hidden pocket in her skirt, a small travel sketchbook and a pencil kit. She would carefully choose a pencil and place it delicately to the paper, scribbling and sketching. It was hard to tell exactly what she was drawing: a plant, perhaps? Or a tree? Or something that only she could see, something that was nagging at the back of her mind?
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:53 pm
The girl heard rustling coming towards her and shifted her legs up to perch on the branch like a gargoyale, ready to run... though it seemed that this woman didn't see her at all. That was good.
Green eyes watched her silently, tail swaying back and forth below her. Was she drawing? She squinted her eyes to try and see.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:59 pm
With more scribbling, it was starting to become apparent that Ray was drawing what appeared to be a bat. Or at least a bat should someone chose to hybridize it with with a human, like most of the creatures on this forest. Her transformation may have still been at a small stage, but she knew, with almost full certainty, what she was becoming now. Being trapped in that cave with Hargun was hint enough.
When it had taken enough form to be recognizable, Ray suddenly shifted from her melancholy and into anger; her pencil, now pressed to the point of breaking, scribbled thick and heavy lines over the form on the page. She did it so hard that the tip wasn't the only thing that broke: the pencil was snapped, jaggedly, in half.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 2:08 pm
Then with surprise, Amaya watched the picture vanish in a mess of black lines followed by a snap of the pencil. She jumped slightly and grimaced. Maybe now would be a good time to leave...
Slinking to the other side of the tree, she stuffed her book into the small bag she carried and started climbing down head-first. Even though she was trying to be quiet, her claws did manage to scrap hard against the tree bark.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 2:12 pm
Ray had one thing to be thankful for due to all this -- her hearing was growing better and better, especially as they adapted to their funnel-like shape. She heard leaves moving, small critters slinking -- and a scratching noise, behind her. Her eyes widening, the girl leapt to her feet and spun around, pencils and sketchbook falling, abandoned, on the ground.
Glaring into the jungle, she demanded, "Who's there?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 2:15 pm
The lizard landed on the other side just as Rayana jumped up. She winced and placed one hand on the trunk before peeking around it at the woman. "I... Sorry. That I scared you."
Well, she looked fury which was good... so whoever this was wasn't new. Bad for them but good for Amaya. The more changed they were the less they were surprised when someone looking like herself popped out of the foliage.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 2:21 pm
Inspecting the lizardlike -- female? Yes, she was female -- girl, Ray felt a pang of empathy rocket through her mind, as well as sympathy. She knew that the other was akin to her own self, trapped here, forced into these monstrous transformations. But the girl looked so uncomfortable: the scales must have itched as they grew in, and those long fingers looked like they made life difficult. She prayed that she got to keep her fingers at least somewhat normal...
"Oh. Hello. No problem, its something you get used to here. It seems like there are more and more of us every time I venture out of my duplex." She smiled sadly, lifting a hand to adjust her top hat.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 2:25 pm
"Yeah, I've been... running into a couple of people that are new, actually." The teen frowned. The only real way to distinguish that she was female was the slight curve in her figure, her clothing, and her voice.
"I'm... Amaya, by the way."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 2:29 pm
"Newcomers, mm?" Rayanya shook her head. "Thankfully, I haven't come across any of those yet. Although its kind of hard for me to. I haven't been getting out much." Ray wondered what it would be like to find a new person; what would they think of her? They most likely wouldn't believe Ray, merely writing her off as a somewhat hairy woman with oddly pointed ears.
"Oh, sorry," Ray muttered, snapping out of her train of thought. "I'm Rayanya. You can call me Ray. You look like you've been here a while, yet I don't think I've ever met you."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 2:49 pm
Amaya nodded. "Yeah, I'm still running into people I don't know even though I've been here since... September. What about you?" She asked hesitantly.
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