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 Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 9:28 pm
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 8:39 pm
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 11:32 am
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 11:56 am
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 11:38 pm
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 11:49 pm
RolePlay Update
Billy:
Billy had been crutching along, intent on making the long journey to the lake for a gentle swim. He didn't care about all this recent nonsense. It wasn't his problem. He didn't bother bringing a towel, but his half-lidded, violet eyes were tinged in red as he gave a nervous sniff. Innocent Bystander. He managed to make his way past the duplexes, but the path still stretched ahead of him. This would be an all day affair.
Emerwyn:
Emerwyn was still panting when she finally made it out of the jungle. Shadows of the past terror still lurked in the back of her mind, causing her to look over her shoulder every few steps.
It was a great relief to escape the trees. Her legs still trembled as she slowed her step.
She felt sorry for Pyroth. It was not his fault, after all.
Lost in her thoughts, she did not notice right away the creature that began to cross her path.
Billy:
Billy was concentrating on not tripping over a tentacle, rock or a crutch, eyes glued to the path that lead him almost right in front of her by the time he spotted her. He froze a moment before giving a sharp grin, "So ye an' outy o' an inny?"
Emerwyn:
Emerwyn stopped in her tracks, staring at Moreau's cruelest experiment to date. Thankfully, in her odd state, physically and mentally, she did not appear to be staring.
Gradually, she managed to smile at the poor man.
"I'm... sorry?"
She did not know what he meant, and was a little afraid to find out.
Billy:
"Y'live in th'woods o' in th'town? I ne'er know wit' people," He replied, eyeing her over as he leaned on his crutches, a tentacle procuring a pack of cigarettes tucked somewhere among the folds of his many webbed limbs and used his pointed teeth to pull one free.
Emerwyn:
"Oh! Oh, yes," Emerwyn said, still flabbergasted, nerves still shot.
"Well, I usually spend my nights indoors. Mostly out of habit, I suppose."
"I'm Emerwyn..." she offered, feeling more than mildly uncomfortable being looked at like that.
Billy:
Two more tentacles raised to strike a match, the first tucking the pack away as he light the smoke, still watching her with an amused expression, "Billy. I'm sure ye've either heard o' me or harbor some sort o' immediate hatred, I'm sure."
Emerwyn:
Emerwyn cocked a confused head, being otherwise incapable of silently expressing confusion.
"I... beg your pardon, but I have never heard of you, good or bad... So, for the time being, it is a pleasure to meet you."
She smiled encouragingly. it seemed he needed it.
Billy:
"Sorry if I don' shake. People tend no' t'appreciate it these days," He snickered, relaxing ever so slightly. So she hadn't heard of him. He gave her another look, this time skeptically, taking in her changes and what still was human, or at least Human shaped.
Emerwyn:
Emerwyn laughed lightly, and awkwardly. The man was a little unnerving, and this wasn't just his appearance. Perhaps it was just the state of mind that Emerwyn was in at the time. She had nearly been mauled to death.
He was making her feel more and more uncomfortable by the minute. He seemed to be inspecting her, like a slab of meat.
Bad analogy. She shuddered, and folded her arms over her chest.
"So, where are you headed today?" She asked, trying to fill the awkwardness with conversation.
Billy:
"Why I'm off t'th'lake!" He answered in a sing-song fashion, "Where else woul' a cripple wit' tentacles be headin'?" He gave a puff of smoke, ashing the cigarette with a tentacle and waited to see how she'd react.
Emerwyn:
Was this pathetic man trying to get pity from her? Or was he simply trying to disgust her?
While she did indeed feel sorry for the octo-podded fellow, she said what she said next more out of a determindeness not to be disturbed by him. Some hidden defiance awoken in her.
"Well then, why don't I help you along?"
She wasn't sure how she felt about going back into the jungle, but then again, she wasn't sure he'd take her up on her offer.
Billy:
"Wha makes y'think I need yer help?" His expression fell as he gave a nervious sniff and a step towards her, "Y'think I cannae do this on me own? Tha' it??"
Emerwyn:
"Oh, no, not at all!" Emerwyn's voice was sincere. "I did not mean to offend you."
The defiance in her died about as quickly as it came, and she was shamed she had spoken like that.
"I only thought it polite."
Billy:
"So wha' th'feck r'y's'posed t'be, then?" He frowned up at her, tentacles twitching and wrything around him as he puffed on his cigarette.
Emerwyn:
"A - deer of some sort, I suppose." Really, she was realtively certain, between her looks and her physical attraction to a certain stag, but her overall speech was shaky today.
She did not need to ask what he was.
Billy:
"Well aint tha' nice fer you!" At that he gave a sharp bitter laugh, shaking his head as he resituated on his crutches, turning to hobble on his way again.
Emerwyn:
Emerwyn couldn't take it.
"Listen." she said as he turned to leave.
"If this is the way you act towards everyone, it is no great wonder you only expect hatred in return."
She walked a few paces up to him.
"I am willing to try again. We are all stuck here together. The least we can do is try to bring comfort to each other."
Billy:
"Why don' y'tell THEM, eh? I din' start them fights! An' maybe I'm TIRED o' bein' targeted! I aint doin' no more!" He turned to glare at her, his skin seeming to shift and fade slightly, as though trying to shift colors but unable to acheive anything too fantastic. It was instinct, brought on by his seething, coke-riled temper. He was jazzed, he was angry, and it was time for another fight. He would have felt sorry for the poor cow had he not had a strong feeling he would end up on the loosing end like always.
Emerwyn:
No fear awoke within Emerwyn this time. She was weary from her last run-in, and the deer sensed some threat, but not enough to overpower her.
Her eyes were sad and tired. Not having experienced any harm in Billy, she could not rightfully hold any grudge against him.
"Then don't shut me out. Accept a warm heart where it is offered."
She reached a tentative, slow hand forward to place on his shoulder.
Billy:
His tentacles flinched at her touch and he turned to glare at her, smoke billowing about his lavender face and grey hair. "An' wha'? Ye'll feck me?"
Emerwyn:
Emerwyn's hoofed hand retracted slowly as she shook her head sadly. She had long since given up on trying to convince people of what it was so obviously hopeless that they would not accept.
He had obviously had a long life of let-downs by his own kind. A few kind words from a total stranger was not going to change anything.
"I'm sorry... I've wasted your time." Emerwyn's so soft voice was now practically a whisper.
Billy:
"Well, yer no' one o' th'ugly ones. If ye e'er need a scratch, I'm sure I'm easy t'spot an' no' tha' hard t'catch."
Emerwyn:
Emerwyn gave a sad smile to this defense mechanism.
"It was nice to meet you Billy," she paused.
"...even if the pleasure was mine alone."
She turned to return to her duplex, in need of a shower after a long day of the dark side of the Island.
Billy:
Billy grunted, straightening his crutches and ashed his cigarette befor resuming his path, "Fancy talkin' freak."
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 3:58 pm
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 8:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 8:35 pm
Emerwyn curled up on the bed one day, still tired, even though the sun had nearly completed it's lazy ascent. She had chosen to sleep in while Ian went out to eat.
Life like this was wonderful. She had never been happier. At least, not in the past year. Was it almost a year already? Not quite. Not as far as her reckoning went, anyway.
But today, today was a day she had chosen to look back. In her hands was the warped, torn and beaten memory book. The one she'd never left home without. It was funny how she'd begun to forget about it.
With every turn of a page, Emerwyn felt more and more like she was looking at someone else's life. Even the photographs of herself no longer resembled her. Not physically or otherwise. She had changed, quite a deal.
In fact, the remorse she had felt over Jerrick seemed to be slipping away. As she looked over all of his photos with glazed eyes, she realized just how detached she'd become from him. The dreams had all but stopped, and they no longer made her awaken in a cold sweat.
The strangest part was, this made Emerwyn feel even worse.
How would he feel if he'd known that she had forgotten him, had taken another lover in his place, had even shared a bed with before she'd ever shared one with Jerrick.
But, then again, how could he feel?
He's dead.
Something in Emerwyn's mind had seemed to have confirmed that long ago. What other explanation was there? He had disappeared of the face of the Earth. His body was probably deep in the depths of the ocean. The same waves that carried her to her fate now rippling over his cold body.
Now, consciously thinking about it, Emerwyn felt sick. She turned more and more pages in the book, now seeing Jerrick's face and feeling disgust and despair.
With one violent turn, Emerwyn ripped a page from the book. The force with which she tugged, and the trembling of her hands caused the book to tumble to the floor. Emerwyn screamed abruptly as the book fell with a muffled 'bump.' Clumsily, she slipped down to scoop it up tenderly. And when she did, something fell out. Looking over the edge of the book, Emerwyn found a loose sheet floating slowly to the floor.
Abandoning her book, she took the paper tenderly between her hoof-fingers.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 8:50 pm
My Dearest One,
It pains me to write this letter, as these words may be the last I’ll ever speak to you.
You know I am bound for England, to help Ketta through her mourning.
This is a ploy.
I am not getting on that plane.
Even by the time you read this, I may not disclose my location to you. I do not want to get you involved. I cannot lay the burden on you which I have already brought upon myself.
I was foolish, so foolish.
I wish, oh, how I wish I could tell you more. I simply must insist - do not look for me anymore.
My fate has already been sealed. Whether I may see you again remains to be seen.
I will try. And, something inside me tells me that I will. Yes. We will meet again, Emerwyn.
This is a promise.
I'll hold on for you.
Forever in you heart, as you are ever in mine,
Jerrick
P.S. It's in the books.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 9:04 pm
Emerwyn's stomach churned, her head spun.
This was a letter from Jerrick.
He never got on the plane... But - she saw him go through the gate? Where did he run to after she'd gone?
What was he hiding from?
It's in the books.
She knew what he meant. But she couldn't do what he said.
The books he was referring to, the ones in their private library, were back in New York.
They were probably all donated now. After all, Jerrick and Emerwyn had both disappeared long ago.
"I'll hold on for you."
That's what he'd said in her dreams...
All of these thoughts passed almost like lightening. And, after it had struck, Emerwyn collapsed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 7:30 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 7:38 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 7:39 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:10 pm
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