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 Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:06 pm
"This isn't really a relaxing place," he shot back quietly once she'd released her grip on him.
He waited outside the building for her, hastily adjusting the towel over his shoulders again. It nearly fell while they were heading over to the entertainment room. He was sure she'd probably attempt to look anyhow.
When she returned, he pulled the sunglasses off and held then at his side. His eyes were still widened by the residual fear of everything he'd seen and heard on the island. The look alone was an explanation in itself "Here? I don't..."
"But writing certainly helps." He didn't go into detail on that. His notebook, safely hidden in his room, was a great source of comfort. "What about you?" He loosely gestured at her upper half, directed at her changes.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:16 pm
"Well, back home my work usually relaxed me... But that's gone now," she sighed, glancing down at what he motioned towards. Assuming he had meant her tattoos and not her changes, Antony chuckled, "Getting inked always relaxed me as well, but nowadays I only really have surfing and orgasms for calming down."
Actually, there was a lot she could do to relax on the island now that she thought about it, but there was also loads of people to piss her off and the daily reminder that her father was alone back at home.
And then there was Owl.
She watched him a moment before finally saying something about his lack of arm, "You shouldn't hide who you are..." Pausing, Antony motioned towards under his towel, "How'd you lose it if you don't mind me asking?"
See, she wasn't too bad.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:29 pm
He had noticed the tattoos adorning Antony's arms and back. While they looked amazing, he couldn't imagine how painful they must have been to get. At the word "orgasm", he winced a little. Was everything about sex with her?
"The surfing here must be pretty good," he remarked, making an obvious point of not talking about her other interest.
"It's hard to look at if you're not used to it..." He shifted his left shoulder uncomfortably. Her interest in his arm made him a little tense. Well, he'd told Duvert the story, why not let the whole island know. "When I was a kid, I fell in a cave crevice. I did worse than breaking it... it was smashed to pieces. When I got rescued, it was amputated before it could get infected."
He didn't share the little details with her, as they were better left to the imagination of others - the screaming, the blood, and above everything, the PAIN.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:38 pm
"Shattered huh?" Antony noticed the wince, but let it slide, having already figured that when anything having to do with sex was mentioned, he got uncomfortable. "Well, that just goes to show you're stronger than you think, and you have the scars to prove it. I think you just need more confidence in yourself."
She shrugged, pushing off the building before reaching out to cautiously tug at the end of the towel, "Nobody's going to get used to you if you keep it hidden all the time. Trust me, I know. People are judgemental assholes a lot of the time, but you just can't let them get to you... If you do then you'll be miserable and hate yourself."
There really was truth to the statement of 'don't judge a book by its cover,' it was just hard not to judge.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:53 pm
"Thanks..." He certainly didn't feel strong. If anything, he was getting weaker. "This island is just driving me insane. I'm usually not this high-strung," he lied.
Zach hadn't been holding on to the towel, and at her pull it slipped. He dove for it, but not before Antony got a good glimpse of the remains of his left arm.
Where one would expect the arm to be after the shoulder, there was very little of it, simply a rounded end that pointed down toward the ground. All around it were vicious-looking scars, mostly from the cutting and tearing of bone and rock. It looked like it had taken a long time to heal.
He quickly threw the towel over his left side, his voice shaky. He couldn't meet her gaze. "I'd rather just stay miserable."
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 4:17 pm
Antony didn't flinch, or show any expression of disgust when she saw the stump. Believe it or not, she had seen people without limbs. In fact, the tattooed woman had seen lots of people with eccentric quirks and/or body modifications. She even knew a guy that cut off his own fingers as a body modification.
"Your choice," she said with a shrug, "One day you'll figure it out." It was strange that he had had the accident so long ago, but was still not able to feel comfortable in his own body.
She watched him for a moment before catching his chin in her hand, pulling his gaze to meet her own. "Don't let people make you feel miserable for being yourself."
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 4:44 pm
"M-maybe..." He didn't really look to the future often. He reached to put his sunglasses back on.
He didn't get that far. Antony pulled his face back to face hers. He was reminded again by her red eyes of nothing but sorrow in the future for her. He looked down. "I'm... I just..."
He pulled away from her clawed hand. As much as she seemed to have concern, he didn't want it. He'd be truthful with her. "I just feel better when I don't have those stares. I'm not strong. Not like you are. I'd rather just conform."
Not that there was much of that going on around here.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 4:53 pm
Antony frowned when he pulled away from her hand, and after a moment she let it drop to her side.
"Zach," she began with a sigh, "You're on an island where people are turning into animals... I really don't think you missing an arm is going to be such an attention grabber in comparison. But... Whatever man." There was obviously no way that she was going to get through to this guy. She wasn't about to sit there and throw him loads of compliments as a lame attempt to up his self-esteem. He'd just have to figure it out himself someday.
And it'd probably be someday soon considering the island he was on.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:06 pm
He put the sunglasses back on to free his hand, and brushed some of his long bangs aside in contemplation. She was right. But all the same...
Deep down he'd still had a slight hope to cling to. He'd never actually seen a person become an animal - it was the missing gap that allowed him enough disbelief to play along. So everyone was turning into animals? Let them.
As long as it wasn't himself.
Antony looked exasperated with him, so he made to leave. "I'm sorry I wasted your time. Colche's had a long nap already... you can go watch your movie with her."
He waved as he walked away, back to the duplexes of the village. He wasn't going back to the beach today, oh no. A shower would be plenty of compensation for the ocean.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:16 pm
And then he left Antony rolling her eyes and chuckling. This guy was going to flip when he finally sees someone transforming, or even worse, transform himself.
Sooner or later the s**t would hit the fan.
And with that thought in mind, Antony made her way back to her duplex, figuring that Colche needed the nap more than the movie.
End.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:24 pm
Pyroth always ended up at the beach it seemed. After heh ad had all he wanted to eat, scrubbed his fur till it gleamed, drew till he ran out of inspiration, slept till he wasn't tired. Times like these, when he just couldn't be bothered doing anything, he came down and sat on the sands, in the shadow of a palm tree, looking out at the water. It was an odd border between civilisation and here, to think that water lapping at the seashells and debris washed up could have been skirting new york harbour only a short time before. This was the closest he got to home.
Pyroth had always been deeply contemplative, often finding himself awkward in situations around other people. After all it was hard to be too confident when you were intolerably skinny and dressed like a lunatic.
But whatever. Right here on the beach, all those problems could go ******** themselves. He was a zen master in this spot, everything else was irrelevant. After all, he barely had a home to go back to, just a seedy tattoo parlour and Khan.
With a yawn, he stretched and swept some stray hair out of his coppery eyes. It wasn't too bad here, he'd deal.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:38 pm
Antony had been further down the beach, simply relaxing and smoking a blunt under the shade of some trees. She was too pale to hang out in the sun for too long after her transformation.
But the blunt ran out eventually, so the tattooed woman was soon walking back towards the duplexes. She didn't notice the furry man lounging despite the fact that he wasn't exactly hard to miss.
She was just stoned, and quite cheery about it.
Nothing like a good high to start the day out right.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:45 pm
Pyroth was stirred out of his reverie with a jolt from both of his senses seeming to decide to work in unison. There was an unmistakeable scent on the air, one which took him right back to late nights spent in uncontrollable laughter at pointless crap on the tv, of not really caring and spending the day in a pleasant haze. Of using that same haze to numb feeling when he had to.
It was like the smell of a warm cinnamon log fire to a man in the tundra.
He travelled his gaze along the beach, finally coming to rest on a somewhat unfamiliar islander, she didn't seem to notice him though, most likely a result of what she'd just been in possession of. She didn't have any on her at the moment though, he frowned. Ah well, it didn't hurt to investigate this turn of events, if someone on the island had pot, he wanted in on the supplier.
"Hey." he stated, basically checking to see if she would hear him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:55 pm
Turning sharply at the voice, Antony started giggling when she was tripped up by the sand. She had seen him before, but only for a little while. Even in her stupor, she definately remembered the head do hicky with the bird fur things.
Yeah.
She gave him a long sweeping wave that caused her to lean to the side she finished on as she gave him a lopsided grin. "Hullo~ thar stranger."
Wow he was mighty furry... Like a stuffed animal... With feathers...
She, in fact, did have another blunt, as well as her usual pack of cigarettes and lighter.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 6:03 pm
Pyroth couldn't help but grin at the familiarity of the way Antony replied to his words. Granted Khan had normally fallen over the sofa by now, but there wasn't one here.
He replied. "Having a good morning?" he asked, quite aware that the answer was pretty self-evident, everything was good when you were high..well, when you weren't on some weird trip. This whole island was a trip of it's own though, so it was win win.
His eyes were drawn to the tattoos that wended across her upper arms, after all when you had been forced to work on the things for years, you looked for certain workmanship. Her's were, from what he could see, very well done. Pity they, like his own would probably end up covered by fur. What a waste.
"Nice tattoos you got there."
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