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 Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 4:20 pm
Angelina's eyes widened a bit at the four huge steaks Ambrose piled on his plate. She opted not to say anything and got a small peice for herself. She got a sampling of several things, not really because she was hungry but because it gave her somethng to do.
Then a few people started to enter and she nervously looked up. This was it. There was a handsome black man and a goth-looking woman. Okay, she could definately deal with them.
But then there was... she wasn't sure. She looked young, and female. But her face had blotches of green skin and her hands were large and, well, a bit freaky looking. Angelina caught herself staring, her mouth hanging a bit agape as she suddenly had a mental image of herself with long, freakish fingers.
She blinked a few times and swallowed forcing her eyes up to her face. "Nice to meet you Amaya." Instinctually she held her hand out to shake hers, hesitating a bit once she did, wondering how on earth to shake a hand that look like that...
..oh god, they were all going to hate her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 4:23 pm
Hearing the door open twice, Amaya glanced towards it and winced when she saw yet another person she didn't know. Of all the times to come into the cafeteria... As much as she hated to, she tried to just ignore her. After what happened with Chana, meeting people who haden't changed yet scared her probably as much as it scared them to see her. Jamal haden't seen her since she changed either and he... didn't exactly react well. Crap.
Ambrose's rather enthusiastic greeting made her crack a small smile, forcing her to glance at Angelina and nod. "Nice to meet you too." She then gave a tiny laugh. "Not very well, I'm afraid. Even though I've been practising it's hard when your height differs so much." She went on her feet, dropping five inches before standing on the balls of them once more.
Green eyes went to Angelina's offered hand, a bit surprised. Hesitantly she reached out and shook her's with her thumb and three of her fingers. Jeeze, her hand was so tiny...
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 4:33 pm
Rayanya looked around the cafeteria, which was currently the fullest she had ever seen it. Perhaps this was a bad time...
The young woman immediately recognized Ambrose, and she tossed a smile in his direction, but nothing more. Her eyes then shifted to the pretty young woman standing beside him, and finally to the scaled girl. Ray couldn't help but shudder a bit. She sincerely hoped she wasn't turning into that.
Ray was slightly startled when the door opened yet again behind her, and she turned around to face a very... buff black man. Shock was clear in her blue eyes; she never liked it when people suddenly appeared behind her. Combined with the two strangers, this new addition made Ray wonder if she should have left her room...
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 4:36 pm
((I think the posting order is: Me-Jamal-Angelina-Amaya-Rayanya))
Ambrose hesitated, a bit of a frown as she drew attention to the awkward problems that her changed feet had brought. "Well... maybe there's something that could be done about it... adjust the stances to cater to your physique...." He swallowed. After all.... wouldn't he have to make his own adjustments eventually? From what he had read about wolves, they walked on the balls of their feet as well. While his feet hadn't changed much... yet... that didn't mean that they wouldn't eventually. "If you're still interested, that is.." He offered.
His tail wagged as he saw them shake. That was a good start, right? He watched Angelina... he could smell her anxiety, and his tail slowed. He wished he could make this easier for her... but how?! It had taken him long enough to seeing the others change - and that was only aided by his own change first...
He sighed, resenting the absence of alcohol. Maybe alcohol could help. He never used to think like that...
He looked up as the door opeend again and Jamal entered. He nodded to him, giving him a wave. On the good side, he was seeing several of the people he had missed recently.... on the downside... he hoped that it wasn't making things worse for Angelina.
"Here, let's go take a seat, shall we?" He offered, walking to a table and setting down his tray, taking a seat behind it and extended inviting hands to Angelina and Amaya, with nods again to Jamal and Rayanya.
He waited before digging in immediately on his stack of food.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 4:43 pm
Jamal hardly looked at all troubled by Amaya...perhaps he was comfortable now with all this genetic "bullshit" as he'd taken to calling it. Or perhaps the fact that Awen had changed, thus forcing him to believe this was happening, had given him a good dose of reality. Who knew.
He gave Amaya a stiff nod, showing that he saw her, then gave a wave to Ambrose. Jamal had gotten along alright with him lately, mostly because of the construction with Chubbs, realizing Ambrose wasn't a bad guy.
However, he wasn't pleased at the expression on the stranger that had come in before him. The look in her eye was completely interpretted wrongly as perhaps not shock over being startled, but...well, a completely racial bias. His own eyes narrowed some as he gave the girl a slightly intimidating stare, icy silence, and pushed around her to get at the food bar. After a quick round of grabbing, he turned and went to join the others at the table with his meal.
"Yo," he said flatly to the assembled group as he took a seat. "I ain't neva seen so many peeps in da caf'tera at once."
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 4:56 pm
Angelina look Amaya's hand and gave it a quick shake. The skin was cool and dry, not slimey, but she knew that... she had a pet snake back at home. But still, a part of her brain just didn't want to compute that that was a girl - not an animal.
At Ambrose's suggestion, Angelina nodded, grabbing a can of soda and heading with Ambrose back towards a table. She looked back towards Jamal and Rayanya, focuses on them. They weren't changed, it was easier to deal with. She looked over the thug-ish Jamal. Angelina didn't exactly grow up in the best part of town, so his appearance wasn't very phasing. She looked at his tatoos and stature...
Suddenly her stomach fell as she caught herself admiring Jamal more than she really ought to... She quickly looked away and bit her lip, looking back over to Ambrose. It had been months since she had been... close... to someone, and she hated to admit to herself that it was beginning to bother her. Ambrose hadn't exactly been trying to seduce her recently. But with everything going on, she could see why that wasn't exactly forefront on his mind.
And she couldn't blame him completely. She didn't exactly give him any blazing green lights either. It wasn't that she found him repulsive... just things were do... different. She didn't even know he if wanted her to do anything, or if he just felt too weird. As much as she hated to admit it - she didn't even know how to kiss him anymore.
Gah, why was she even thinking about that right now. What was wrong with her. There lives were being drastically changed forever and she was lamenting to herself about her sexual frustrations?
Get a grip, Angelina, you sould like a sex-crazed little ...
She decided focusing her attention to eating was a better avenue for her thoughs. She looked down to her tray and began to eat, listening to the conversation around her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 5:02 pm
"Oh yeah, I'm still interested." Amaya nodded up to him, looking a little surprised that he might think otherwise. She then gave a glance to Jamal and the woman she didn't know, nodding to them in recongnition before following Ambrose rather quickly. She felt very exposed right now and since he was the only other one changed in the room she wanted to stay by him.
After taking a seat next to Ambrose she started to poke at her fruit salad, holding the fork with three fingers clumsily like she had tried to teach herself. Jamal seemed to be reacting pretty well to her new change, which was a huge relife.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 5:09 pm
Rayanya moved out of the black man's way as he shoved past her, quickly darting her eyes away. Gods, she couldn't believe she just did that... Sighing and fingering the rune around her neck, Ray moved on towards the food.
After investigating the selection a bit she grabbed one of the smaller steaks and started to head to a table until a selection of fruit caught her eye. She rarely ate fruit, but that honeydew looked rather delicious. She contemplated a moment before moving to the buffet and picking up a few pieces, and finally found her way to a table.
A lonely table, of course. Rayanya Felt a bit like she was back in high school: one table was bustling with a crowd that had already known eachother, a group of people who, though some of them were transforming into animals, still looked fairly normal. And she had plopped herself at her own table, to hunch over her food. Rubbing the rune at her throat again, she began to gnaw idly at a piece of honeydew.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 5:14 pm
"Hi Jamal!" Ambrose smiled, oblivious to the looks that Angelina had been giving him. "Yeah... there do seem to be a lot of people here today..." He glanced around the room. "It's kind of nice actually.... in a way." He added quickly to the end after glancing at Anglina. "This is Angelina." He smiled, gesturing to her. "Angelina, Jamal" He returned.
"And excellent, Amaya! I'm glad to hear that. Maybe we could try some things this afternoon. Maybe even start some work with the epee." He grinned.
When Rayanya sat down at the table by herself, he hesitated, glancing curiousy over to her. Did she not feel comfortable sitting with them? Perhaps he overestimated how well she was handling things...
Finally, he picked up his utensils and began cutting up the steaks before taking a wonderful mouthful of juicy... rare... steak...
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 5:21 pm
Jamal gave Angelina a very slight eyebrow lift, easily picking up the looks she was giving him. Not that he minded at all....Angelina was hardly ugly. However, he was smart enough to not comment on it in front of Ambrose. Jamal might be bigger, but Ambrose could probably do some damage being as he was being turned into a carnivore. Instead, he gave her a very smooth smile and lifted a french fry from his plate. "What up," he drawled. "I take it you be pretty new herr. Doin' a'ight wit' all dis?" She obviously had to know what was going on since she seemed to know Ambrose pretty well.
The black man pointed ignored Rayanya since she hadn't joined their table. That also irked him sufficiently and only confirmed what his first thought was. Perhaps she was too good to sit with a black man? Hmmph. Well, this wasn't the first time and certainly wasn't the last. Nevermind the fact that he was probably 100% wrong on his determination.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 5:26 pm
Angelina looked up from her plate and gave Jamal that Are you talking to me? look. Trying not to look as dumb as she felt, she shrugged. "Its all pretty hard to swallow. I guess... I don't know. I don't think its really sunk in yet." She looked him back over. "You seem...er, you know. Have you been...?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 5:29 pm
Amaya swallowed a piece of fruit and glanced over to the woman again, feeling awfully bad about not inviting her over. But she didn't know her and the thought of the same thing happening again scared her to death. Even though it looked like Ambrose knew her... she still felt very out of place among so many normal people, two of which she really didn't know.
Though as Ambrose addressed her she looked back over to him. "Yeah, that'd be nice." She nibbled a little more at her fruit salad, stabbing a strawberry with her fork. To be honest, she wasn't even sure if she could hold an epee with her new hands.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 5:35 pm
Giving a small slurp, Rayanya finished off a slice of honeydew and sucked the remaining juice from the effective cup that its rine made. It was, indeed, quite delicious, and she wished she could eat it all day.
She set the rine down on her plate and pulled up a fork and knife, cutting into the steak. Ray kept getting a creeping feeling over her body like the others were looking over at her, which merely reminded her even more of high school. The only difference was that this cafeteria was considerably less populated.
Silently sighing, Ray took a bite of steak and pulled out her notebook and a pencil. Perhaps if she drew something or wrote, she could get rid of the feeling that she was being stared at.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 5:44 pm
Rayanya seemed to ignore Ambrose's silent invitation... maybe she hadn't seen... or hadn't caught the gist of what he was suggesting. He squirmed in his seat a bit. He thought about vocalizing the invitaition, but Angelina was uncomfortable enough as it was with only a few new people. Maybe she'd join them if she felt comfortable enough doing so...
At least Angelina seemed to be opening up a bit to Jamal. Despite an awkward first start, he seemed to be a nice guy. "She's only been here a bit over a week..." He explained to Jamal.
He nodded to Amaya again. "Glad to hear it" He smiled. He grinned to the others. "Anyone else interested?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 5:50 pm
"Been herr damn near two months now...s**t, what be da date anyway? 16th?" He tried to figure it out in his mind as he ate the previously mentioned fry, confirmed his initial guess, then smirked. "Been 'zackly two months since ma sorry black a** got dropped on dis island. I basically know all da s**t dat goin' on herr...took a long time ta believe it though, so I ain't surprised you ain't quite on da same level as the rest o'us. At least ya know people already...it go betta dat way." He flashed her another smooth, charming smile before glancing at Ambrose.
"Ya talkin' 'bout dat fencin' stuff?" the black man said with barely concealed mirth, shaking his head in amused disbelief. Jamal saw fencing as a pansy sport, even if he didn't truely get the gist of it. Hardly sounded like something he'd be into. "...dat's a'ight, I be stickin' wit' da boxin' lessons fo' now."
He'd been getting his lessons during breaks in the construction yard and was getting better day by day, but he was hardly champion at it yet.
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