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 Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 9:04 pm
"Aubrey... wha?" was Moreau's first reaction as the ran up to him. He looked down and noticed... blood. There was blood on her.
A fiery rage burned in Moreau's eyes. A hatred that hadn't been there since the Dude had punched him, only this looked worse.
He said one more word between gritted teeth. "Who...?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 9:10 pm
Aubrey pulled back a little to let him examine the injuries.
There were five puncture-like wounds. Four on one side of the neck,and one deeper one on the other. And the pale skin around the throat looked blotchy and tender...there would obviously be a bruise forming. The wounds were relatively deep, but not life-threatening. The pressure had been too quick or too weak to hit the jugular. They bled slowly, not pumping blood like a serious wound of the neck would be doing. But nonetheless, even surface wounds around the neck/head always bleed heavily for the severity of the cut.
"Reedy," she spat out. "We were arguing, he was bitching about ...well, everything."
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 9:14 pm
Jamal Reedy...
"Don't worry Aubrey, I'll take care of everything." Moreau began to gather supplies to treat the wound. As he did so he thought.
I didn't want to do it... but they forced me, how dare he hurt Aubrey... she's mine. Moreau was furious. After he'd done some basic care of the wound he looked at Aubrey.
"Come, lets get you to the medical wing and have you looked at to be sure." Moreau began to walk Aubrey towards the elevator and down. On the way he had one hand around her and with the other hand he pulled out his cell style radio.
"Sabin... I need you to take care of something." he said into the radio.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 3:46 pm
New RP Somehow Chert made it to the labs, although it happened more by chance than because of any efforts on his part. Driving in the dark was not the best way to memorize the lay of the land. Of course, now that he'd made it, he realized that his path to the building was blocked by a large, sturdy fence. He laced his fingers through the links and rattled it violently. "Nicolaus!" he shouted, using the name he'd been familiar with in high school instead of the more formal 'Dr. Moreau.' "We've got some pretty ******** heavy things to discuss! Now!" It had occured to him earlier that the speaker in his room might be a more efficient means of communication, but Chert had rejected it in favor of some face-to-face contact (and if he weren't so furious, he might have even laughed at the pun). It didn't occur to Chert that Moreau might not even answer him; Chert's mind was firmly set on the thought of confronting that twisted b*****d, because contemplating the position he was suddenly stuck in was a little too much at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 3:57 pm
Aubrey was in her office pouring over some lab work when her cel phone buzzed. She pullled it out and, of habit, tucked it in the crook of her neck. This caused her to shriek in pain - her neck was horribly bruised and very sore. The phone clattered to the desk and she cursed herself. Pickup the phone and more deliberately holding it to her ear, she growled "Hello?"
"Dr. Lockheart, we have a problem on Monitor 5b." said one of the lab techs, most likely the one on camera duty.
Aubrey sighed and grabbed the remote, signaling the screen in her room to display 5b. There was Mr. Sanders, acting a fool at the front gates. He probably finally met up with some of the other islanders.
"I'll take care of it," she sighed into the phone and snapped it closed.
She got up and put on her labcoat, then slug a silk scarf around her neck to hide the bruise.
A few moments later, she appeared through the front doors of the facility. "Good day to you, Mr. Sanders," she called to him sounding overly cheery. "Can I help you?"
She made it to the gate, staring face to face with Chert, but not opening the gate.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 4:09 pm
Chert glared at the woman on the other side of the gate, his lips pressed together in a thin, angry line. "It is most definitely not a 'good day,'" he snapped. "There is nothing 'good' about this miserable ******** day. In fact, I'd go so far as to say this day sitting on the goddamned rock bottom of my list of 'good days,' so would you please cut the polite s**t and tell me why exactly I'm here."
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 4:13 pm
"Oh, that's not a good attitude to have, Mr. Sanders," Aubrey said, clucking her teeth. She placed a hand on her hip and raised her eyebrows at him. "If you think today is rock bottom, you might find that the bottom might be falling out on you sometime soon."
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and adjusted her scarf to make sure her injury wasn't showing. "I hope you know that if you ask me, you're getting pretty easy. Especially after how you treated Nick in high school. YOu remember, don't you... what you did? Did you know he still carried scars around from then?" She seemed pretty steamed as she glared at him, waiting for an answer to her chastizing.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 4:31 pm
"That was over a decade ago!" Chert protested. "Jesus, I hadn't even thought of Moreau until he sent me the invitiation."
But Moreau had obviously been thinking of him, and the simple passing of time apparently failed to solve anything. Chert raked his hands through his hair in frustration and began to pace. He strove to instill a semblance of rationality into his voice, but all he really wanted to do was break something. "Of course I remember," he said. He hadn't exactly sat down and thought about it, but somewhere in the back of his mind he'd long ago admitted that he'd been in the wrong during high school. "What does he want? An apology? Because this is a pretty strange way to go about it."
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 4:41 pm
"Too late for apologies, really," Aubrey said, opening a control box near the gaze and flipping a switch. "How odd, this gate is suposed to be electified... I'll have to get someone on that." Shrugging, she flipped the box closed and went back to looking at Sanders in the eyes. "But if you want to apologize to make youself feel better, I'm sure Moreau would appreciate it."
The words Aubrey spoke to her the othre night resounded in her head. Moreau had actually implied they mihgt have had a whole other life if Moreau didn't have to live in fear of bullies like CHert. This made her angry... very angry. Especially with Jamal's attempt at her life throbbing under her scarf.
"And you know... if figures someone like you wouldn't have even thought abour Moreau. I mean, what kind of justice is that? You know.. people like him, people like me... you guys think you can just say anything to us... make us feel like s**t. You people... " Aubrey took a breath, trying not to let her voice go so high. It was obious Aubrey was letting some personal deflection creep into this conversation.
"You people give us wounds that will never heal. It takes years to look into a mirror on not hear poeple laughing in your ear. Images of people pointing, laughing. It effects you... through college...after. Why is it fair that WE have to live through that... but you. You guys just leave us behind...go into your little frat-houses and never give us a second thought. We're done with. You tear into us and when you're done with us you get to move on and never have to face what you did." Aubrey voice dipped low, huanting. "You never have to answer for it." Obviously, Aurbey was implying he would be answering for it now.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 5:20 pm
"Whatever helps you justify your little operation here," Chert sneered derisively.
Although it was readily apparent, Aubrey's outburst had affected him. He'd stopped pacing and had folded his arms over his chest almost protectively, but was careful to maintain the outer appearance infuriation. There was no way in hell he'd show one glimmer of weakness in front of one of Moreau's cohorts. Ironically, though, most of the worries and hurts that Aubrey described were almost exactly the things that had goaded the adolescent Chert into ragging on Moreau. It was just that instead of internalizing his insecurities and dealing with them that way, he'd displaced them onto the unforunate fledgling scientist (not that Chert had enough insight into his inner workings to come to that conclusion).
Chert leaned in close to the fence and met Aubrey's gaze. He didn't want to ask the question, but it seemed to drag itself forcefully from his throat. His voice was low and raw. "What did you bastards do to me?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 5:54 pm
She leaned in to meet his gaze. "Welcome to the Island of Dr. Moreau," she almost purred. "We're doing some wonderul work genetic work here. Its amazing how close we've come to conquering the human genome. We can manipulate it...change it. We can virtually turn any living human cell into a stem cel. And you'd be facinated to see what happens when you inject branched animal DNA into a subject whose been treated with some of the gene theropy serums we've developed here."
She straighted up and nonchalanty messed with her nails. "Hope you like rats. You seemed to be rather fond of them in high school, you know. Wanting to set them free and all," she said ominously.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 6:37 pm
Chert's entire frame seemed to sag under the weight of the Aubrey's insinuation. He'd been trying to escape the obvious all day, but there was no way around it; his days living as a human being were rapidly drawing to a close. It was like some horrible twist on the process of reincarnation, except you were supposed die before you turned into something else, not stand there and gawk as you grew a ******** tail, or got your joints rearranged, or turned rubbery and gray.
"Hope you like rats." With suddenly clarity, Chert remember the experiment he'd found in the corner cage the night he'd crept in to set the rest of the rats free. He hadn't done it out of any noble concern for the rights or well-being of test animals; it had just been yet another way to pester Moreau. But that thing he'd found hidden away beneath the cover... The vison of the deformed creature had sat in his brain like a hunk of rotting flesh until he'd managed to bury it deep enough to mask its stench. Now, though...
Chert's arm shot out like a cobra-strike in an attempt to grab Aubrey's collar. He wasn't sure of what he intended to do- make her stop it, perhaps reverse the process- but he could barely think admist the fog of his desperation.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 6:43 pm
Aubrey squealed in surprise as he reached out to grab her "Brian Sanders SLEEP!" she cried.
That would be last thing he would hear. A suddent jolt of eletricity would shoot through his neck and he would crumple to the ground, unconscious.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 6:53 pm
Chert hit the ground hard. He was vaguely aware of a thud that echoed painfully throughout each and every once of his nerves as the surge of electricity caused his muscles to contract all at once. And then he wasn't aware of anything at all.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:58 am
Moreau sat in his office, mulling over his dirty deed. He needed to figure out how to best approach this. He stood up, walked to his private bathroom and did his best to make himself look a bit messy and shocked.
Moreau then took the elevator up to his mansion, and headed strait towards the bedroom walking with a fast pace to make sure his approach would seem as realistic as possible if she did hear him.
Moreau came to the bed, and set his hand on Aubrey. "Aubrey, Aubrey, wake up it's important... it's about Colche."
Aubrey shifted awake, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "huh?" she murmered out, trying to wake herself up. "Wha? Colche?"
"You need to see... I'm so sorry that I ever brought him here. Such a mistake." Moreau looked hagled and started heading back to the elevator, knowing that Aubrey would quickly follow him. He wanted to build her anxiousness level.
Aubrey looked confused, her brow furrowing. She jumped out of bed and grabbed her rose, tying it as she scurried to catch up with Nick. "Huh?? Who? What happened to Colche!?"
"She's fine, she's fine Aubrey..." Moreau sighed.
"Thankfully we got the situation under control, if I hadn't walked in on that slacking technician when I had. Well I dread what might have happened." Moreau was stuttering and making it sound like he was just as confused as Aubrey.
Aubrey looked shocked. "Did someone try to HURT her?? who! Who was it?"
"Billy... just... you need to see." Moreau said solemnly, the elevator dinged on the office floor. Moreau took Aubrey into his office where he then sat at his computer.
A few key strokes later he'd pulled the video out of their digital archive. He let Aubrey watch the video from the point where Billy opened Colche's door, from the camera in Colche's room's perspective. He buried his face a bit in shame while she watched it.
Aubrey's leaned over the desk. As she watched, her knuckles turned white as her hands pressed on the wood. She started to shake in anger. "That b*****d!" she screamed. "How... how DARE he.. Oh my god... Colche..."
Moreau put his hand on Aubrey's shoulder. "Calm down... we both should calm down. The best way to handle things like this is calmly." Moreau collected himself for Aubrey.
"Something must be done you know..." he whispered.
"I'm not going to calm down!! Dammit, Nick... the guy is STRUNG OUT... why did you bring just a fry-head here anyway!" Aubrey quickly put a stop to that train of thinking.. that was the cloest Aubrey's every come to yelling at Moreau...ever. "Ugh..." she spun around and paced the room. "Nick, she's just a CHILD! A child." She wrapped her arms around her, feeling the tears about to come. "Dammit, Nick, she's supposed to feel safe here.. I've PERSONALLY promised her she doesn't have to be afraid anymore!"
"I know I know... and I didn't realize this would happen, that he'd be so uncontrolable." he sighed but gave Aubrey a stern look for just about yelling at him.
"Honestly it should have been good for him, getting him away from crime and drugs." he stuttered, intentionally of course. "I... I had no idea that something like this would happen. No idea he'd be that hopeless of a case."
"But Colche is safe now atleast..." Moreau rubbed Aubrey's shoulder lightly. "I'll take care of the technician that had Camera duty..."
He avoided smirking "If you want to deal with Billy personally that is..."
"Hell yes I will!" She proclaimed, hitting her fist against a filing cabinent, t hen wincing and rubbing it. "The b*****d... he might have ruined everything I've been working for!"
Moreau was actually a bit suprised at the reaction he was getting. He knew from personal experiece that Aubrey had a temper. Still, he was hoping to draw out a bit more of her cold, calculating, side that he knew she had. That was Moreau's favorite side of her, the one that was the most like him.
"Aubrey... Aubrey... don't hurt yourself. Handle this rationally. Colche is okay, Billy needs to be dealt with but Colche wasn't hurt or..." Moreau stopped there.
"What I mean to say is, you can take care of this, we can recover from this." Moreau tried to look sympathetic but comforting.
"Do what you feel you need to..." he said.
"Oh, I know what I need to do. Teach that sonnofabitch a lesson is what I need to do! Trust me... I'll... I'll make sure he learns a valuable lesson I will..."
"I'm certain Aubrey, but first you might want to get dressed. He's already been collected." Moreau's lip curled a bit. "What would you like done with him?"
Aubrey took a deep, calming breath. "I don't know yet. I'll think abuot it on my way down there." She headed towards the door to get dressed.
The door closed and Moreau finally let a grin creep to his face. It was going... as planned.
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