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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 12:11 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 2:13 pm
Puppetry Maryke catches Newt playing with dolls The sun was shining bright and hot, but a cool sea breeze helped keep the swelter manageable that afternoon as Newt sat with the products of his hard work. He had successfully not cleaned anything in days. It was refreshing, invigorating. Newt wondered if the labs had even noticed or cared. He had spent his time instead on the project he had begun when Emerwyn had stumbled across him the previous morning. It had been good to keep his mind off of things, and now that they were complete, they still were a fairly entertaining distraction. At least for him. He had hopped out to one of the picnic tables set up near the lake, far enough apart from the duplexes to be private, or so he hoped. Sitting on top of the table itself, he leaned over the edge, clutching the wooden handles in each hand as he played. "Y-yeeess, oh gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-great and pow-pow-powerful m-masteeeer..." The Sabin puppet's head dipped into a bow, nearly spilling the black painted tin can that made his top hat. "L-l-l-let m-me k-kiss your b-bum some more!" "Oh, s-s-s-stop that, y-you, it t-tickles!" Twittered the Moreau puppet, an aluminum foil hand swinging up to cover the sculpted mouth on his shrunken potato head. Though the island was suited with well stocked gym equipment Maryke had taken to getting her work outs elsewhere. Tree climbing was both good for the soul and it kept her limbs in tip top shape. The trees by the lake, other then on top of the duplexes themselves, were more favorable as they were in close proximity to her lake monster boyfriend. Today however, something caught her eye before she even had time to hit the trees. She stopped what she was doing, a gym bag clung across her shoulder as she stared on quizzically wondering what the ******** Newt was doing playing with dolls. "Oooh, oooh!" The Sabin doll fell limp as he switched hands to lift the Aubrey marionette, "I c-c-c-claim to have mor-mor-mor-morals, b-but I'll st-st-still c-cut the b-baby from your w-womb!" The more Maryke watched the harder it was to continue to keep her presence a secret. She didn't know if she felt more sorry over the display or bad, but it for damn sure was entertaining. She held one blackened hand over her snout as she attempted, poorly, to stifle a few giggles. He flinched upright with a startled croak at the subtle sound, glancing around with wide eyes to try to spot where it might have come from. At the sight of Maryke, he squeaked and nearly fell off of the table top. "I interrupting something?":she asked devilishly as a wide deep smirk stretched across her maw. "N-n-n-no, I w-w-w-was j-just...!" He hopped down to collect the marionettes, rolling their strings around their bodies to keep them from getting tangled. "Oh come on," she said quickly, finally stepping out into full view, her tail swishing around behind her as she walked. "It's no big deal. Hell, I used to play with doll at the time," she then stifled another giggle, "when I was six." "Th-th-th-they aren't... d-d-d-dolls!" He huffed, brimming with embarrassment. "Puppets then," she corrected herself. Seeing that he was clearly upset over her spotting him she waved it off more seriously. "It's really no big deal....in fact..." she made a 'zip; motion over her mouth and then tossed the invisible 'key' over her shoulder. "My lips are sealed" He glanced up at her and then down at his creations in his hands and then back up at her, fidgeting slightly, "I... I d-did m-make them... y-you know... m-myself... F-fin-fin-finished this mor-mor-morning wh-when I fin-fin-finally figured out... th-the ah... h-hair." "Really?" she asked reaching out and grabbing the one baring the Aubrey likeness without asking to touch it beforehand. She turned it from one way to the other, her hazels staring down at it and then asked off handedly, "Is this that doctor........Aubrey?" Newt nodded, mouth twitching into a proud sort of grin, "Ah... y-y-yes! I t-tried... m-making the h-heads out of l-lots of th-things... b-but, th-these wo-wo-woo-worked out the b-best," He pointed to the potato. The hair that had been hot glued to the head looked surprisingly real. Had he gotten it from someone's shed parts from a change? Picked from the garbage? In reality, it had come from when he had spotted the komodo dragon erupting from her duplex- there had been a pile of hair left on her porch that he had helped himself to once she was gone. The hat had been cut from the toe of a black sock, again hot glued in place. the glasses were bent wire poked into the potato itself, the eyes sharp brambles he had found in the jungle to push into the flesh of the root. The body itself was driftwood wrapped in fabric from recycled clothing people had set out for others to pick through. The strings were fishing line from his craft kit. Rocks wrapped in tinfoil weighted the hands and feet down appropriately. It indeed looked very nice and very detailed. Maryke studied the face intently as if staring in the eyes of that 'other woman' the one were whole books were written about, divorces were made over, and of course whom she currently detested. All the same it did look awfully nice. "Looks good," she said finally forking it back over. "You know you don't really have to hide this. I bet a lot of people would have a good laugh if you....oh I don't know, put on a show or something. I mean who doesn't want to see these bastards made fun of?" Newt clutched the puppets against his chest, looking down at the dirt with an embarrassed sort of look, "W-woo-woo-with m-my st-stutter?" He chuckled, "D-don't... d-don't th-th-th-think people could s-s-sit through a sen-sen-sentence l-long enough.... t-to g-get the jo-jo-joke." "Then just write the script," she shrugged, "I mean why let that talent go to waste just cause you can't get your words out?" "Tuh-tuh-tuh-talent? W-what, m-m-mm-m-making f-fun of the doc-doc-doctors?" He shook his head bashfully, "I woo-woo-wouldn't c-call th-that a tal-tal-talent. I'm s-sure anyone c-could." It did make him think, though. He wondered if anyone else would have fun with them- he could defiantly see Liamh having a ball. "B-b-but... but... m-maybe... if.. if anyone w-w-would wan-wan-want to..." "Oh I'm sure they could," she agreed, "but not anyone could whip up something like that," she waved towards the puppets. "I bet there'd be quite a few islanders just itching to have a stitch with them." "I... I>.. I c-c-could p-pro-pro-probably m-make more..." He mused, "If... if anyone wan-wan-wanted... m-maybe... m-maybe I c-could... s-see if anyone wan-wanted to... d-do something w-with me for... for the th-th-theater? A sk-sk-skit or som-something? Er... if som-som-someone else does the t-talking though? I c-could make a few f-fliers m-maybe..." "That's a great idea! And you could get a whole little spiel going. Even make some of other other islanders. Hmmm, or just stick with staff for now. I could tell Billy if you want? I'm sure he'd have a laugh over it." The more she talked the more her tail swished back and forth, clearly showing her interest. He flinched at the mention of the octopus, his throat puffing out with a timid little ribbit, "I... er... if... if you wan-wan-wan-wanted to...." An eyebrow raised at that, "Don't tell me you're afraid of Billy?" Of course Maryke knew Newt was probably afraid of his own shadow, but somehow she'd wondered if the octopus mighta done something to him. "It's... n-n-n-not ver-ver-very dif-dif-difficult... to b-be afraid of B-b-billy..." He answered quietly. "Oh.....well, he's better now," she said. It wasn't exactly truth, but she liked Newt. She didn't want the poor guy to live in fear his whole life. "B-better how?" He perked up hopefully. "Well.......he isn't as mean as he used to be," she said simply. "R-really?" He peeped hopefully, "H-he... he w-w-won't t-try to... to d-drown me f-for... s-swimming too cl-close again?" There was a long paused followed by a "................he tried to WHAT?" "W-well, it's d-d-difficult to d-drown a f-frog, really..." "Yeah......I....." she frowned, not really sure what to say to that. Billy wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world, especially when he was annoyed in some way. Which was usually. So she just relented to saying, "Well....he wouldn't do that again." At least she hoped not. "I h-hope not. It's easier to s-s-swim in the l-lake than the ruh-ruh-rivers..." He reasoned, fidgeting with the little details of his marionettes. "Well don't worry about Billy," she was quick to reply, "I'm pretty sure he won't bother you anymore. And if he does, well just tell him I'd be really upset with him if he lays one tentacle on you." "I... I... I'll b-be sure to... er... t-try to er... t-tal-tal-talk him out of it next time." "Sounds like a plan," she said, hoisting the bag further up her shoulder as she looked back over towards the trees. "Well I guess I'll leave you to your......puppets now." "Ah... y-yes," He chuckled, glancing down at them bashfully, "W-well, than-than-th-th-thank you for... ah... y-your com-compliments and... um... ideas and... s-suchlike..." "Anytime," she replied as she gave him a small little wave and then headed off to go climb a few trees as she originally had intended.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 1:09 am
Crime and Punishment Newt wakes in the labs Newt went to sleep that night, none the wiser that the next morning he would wake up far from his comfortable bed. Instead, Newt woke on a decidedly uncomfortable lab table, restraints around his wrists and ankles. The room was sterile white and chrome with bright, hot lights pointing down on him. And standing over him was another decidedly familiar figure... with white hair tied back into a ponytail... and a tophat perched on his head. His arms were crossed with a glower on his face One eye opened slightly before the other as he blearily blinked out of sleep. When he realized that the startling different scenery wasn't part of his nightmare, he gave a croaking gasp and jerked in his restraints. His feet wriggled, his eyes widening as he gaped up at Sabin. "I...! I...!" He choked, scrambling immediately for some sniveling bargaining plea. Sabin rolled his eyes and strode towards his table, snatching something from a small table outside of Newt's range of vising as he approached. Then, shaking the small Sabin puppet in his face, Sabin began to speak "SO..... how exactly is this productive maintenance work?" The sad-looking Sabin pupped jiggled at him. "I was lenient enough to give you a few days off.... a weekend as it were, but you have shown NO inclination to doing your damn job! Instead, you goof off and throw it in my face." This was what he needed. Why the hell did Moreau have to come back into town now. His timing couldn't be worse. Probably had some twisted sense of romance because of Valentine's day... but still. Sabin would have LOVED the edge over Aubrey when he not only missed Christmas without a gift, let alone a letter... but Valentine's day as well. No... no no no this wasn't how it was supposed to go! Why did he listen to Thom?? When had that stupid snake EVER said anything helpful to him? He was stupid to have thought he could look out for him! Then again, Newt was stupid for thinking a lot of things. "I...!" He gasped, opening and closing his mouth uselessly. He couldn't speak, his throat frozen, save for the occasional choked ribbit. The puppets had been for fun! A small act of rebellion, yes, but he hadn't thought they would have actually taken offense by them! The fact of the matter was that Sabin wasn't horribly offended by the puppets. But it was an easy excuse to seize upon. That and Newt was ignoring his orders of doing his damn job. "This does not even look like me!" Sabin sneered, tossing the doll aside where it clattered against the wall and fell into a sad, tangled pile, a few pieces falling off. "Now why are you not doing your job!? Is it that difficult? Were you trying to rouse my anger?" Newt's hand frantically tapped against the table. Tap tap tap. Talk on the rhythm. One two three, one two three, ".... I... I... I've been... d... doing it for... s... sss.....krrKIT!! Six years, sir!!" He managed to squeak. "Six years?! Six years! You would think, Newt that in six years of working the same damn jobs... that you would know how to do your damn job!" "I... i>.. I kn-know how!" He wailed, panic pushing him into a frantic rebellion. "I... I... I j-just..." tap tap tap, "I just don't want to anymore!" "Really now! And why should we just bend over backwards and let you shirk your duties, Newt?! We all want something. Rarely is the world going to bow to our whims. You have been an employee of Feral Labs. Your contract is far from complete. And you are increasingly making yourself a thorn in our side." "Th-th-the other sub-sub-subjects don't have to wo-wo-wo-wo-work!!" He was trembling, his throat wobbling in his terror. He wanted to hop away! He hated laying on his back like this. It was making him dizzy. He swallowed thickly, his eyes watering with large dribbles of tears. "I... I.... I d-don't understand wh-what my d-duties ARE anymore!! KrrKIT! Anyway!!" Of course newt WAS right. But that wasn't the point. "The other subjects were not a FAILURE to Moreau working IN the labs. They were brought here for a reason... a purpose. You were demoted to the island as a punishment for failing Moreau, for failing Aubrey, and for failing Me. And I told you your damn duties you thick-skulled toad! It is the same as they ever were - only around the village. I even have allowed you to set your own damn schedule. Perhaps I have been too lenient." Newt clenched his eyes shut, giving a shudder as he swallowed a sob. This wasn't happening. He should have just kept working. What was the problem? Why was it so hard? He was tired of scrubbing other people's toilettes, that's what! He had to stand up for himself! Gaius would have told him that much! Liamh, Marshall, Miller, Maryke, all the friends he had made in the village... he had never had any real friends in the labs... most of the other janitors had been older men who had been fairly difficult to relate to, and those closer to his age had picked on him because it was easy. There wasn't much else to do but work in the labs. "I d-d-don-don-don..." Tap tap tap! "I don't want to be a... a... a jan... a janitor the rest of my life!" "And what? You want to be a damn spaceman? President? Sorry to rain on your little parade, Newt, but it is not going to happen. You owe the labs a debt thanks to your ineptitude." Newt lay still, eyes still clenched shut as Sabin's words came down like a kick in the stomach. He trembled and sniffled and quivered. "I.... I... I wan-wanted to..." "You wanted to what?! Spit out, man, my patience is already thinly stretched!" "I.. I ... I wan-wan-wan-wanted to b-b-b-build things!" He blurted out haphazardly. His hands trembled and tremored, in able to keep a consistent rhythm. "Build things." Sabin snorted derisively. Newt winced, his stomach turning in knots. He struggled against the restraints, a terrified whimper escaping his throat. Sabin snarled. "You owe the labs. How can your little crafts help us, huh?" He pointed towards the broken puppet. "Or are you trying to make fools out of us for the entire village?" Newt didn't answer, shuddering away from the doctor as the fat tears rolled down his round green cheeks. Sure he wanted to make fools of them, but it wasn't going to help him to admit it just then. "Pathetic." Sabin spat. "And you just don't learn, do you? No wonder you are a janitor. Was your time as bait not informative enough for you?! Do I need to repeat your lessons? You made a promise to me that you would get back to your job. You do so for less than a week and you've already forgotten what happens to you if you don't do as I say." He wasn't sorry. He wasn't going to say he was sorry. He bit his bottom lip, keeping his mouth shut. "Apparently so." Sabin said with an ominous tone to his voice. What would he do to him? Why was he strapped down like this? Was it just to scare him? It was working, of course, but his mind raced to calculate his options and the probably outcomes of the situation. His breathing had quickened into a sharp hyperventilating. Sabin's smirk widened as he leaned over Newt. "You know... in France... when I was a boy. I used to catch frogs at the rivers and we cooked them up. Their legs are quite tasty, you know." Newt gave a loud whimper, his legs visibly kicking in their bonds as though instinctively attempting to hop away. Sabin tapped the slimy green flesh of his leg with a toothy grin, showing off his abnormally long canines. "You do not really need both of these..... I wonder.... could one last change regenerate an entire leg if it has not been missing from the start...." "Aaah!! Aaaah! Aaah n-n-n-nuh-nuh-nuh-n-nn-nuh-!!!!" He flailed. No! He wouldn't really! He couldn't possibly- he wouldn't!! He wouldn't!! He'd never!!! Sabin smiled like a cat watching a mouse flailing beneath its claws. "I wonder how different it would taste....." He continued to muse. "more like a frog... or more like a man?" "N-n-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nn-..." Newt couldn't get his mouth to work, his voice flailing until he couldn't form any sort of coherent words, instead a loud, terrified croak replacing it in his terror. He thrashed and struggled against the cuffs, the fabric of his swim trunks darkening as the table glistened with wet. Sabin took a sick, morbid pleasure at the terror gripping the frogman. He didn't draw away in disgust as he urinated himself, instead he laughed darkly. He gripped Newt by the kneecap, digging his sharpened nails into his flesh. "You do NOT want to cross me, Newt. I have warned you in the past. But you did. Not. LISTEN!" Newt's eyes bugged in his head, his mouth open wide as he choked, throat seizing up completely as the panic attack gripped him. He wasn't breathing. He couldn't breath. His lungs had stopped. No no no, he couldn't- he wouldn't take off his leg, of course not! Itw as a bluff! He was trying to scare him! He was succeeding! Breath, breath! Come on, inhale exhale. And in Sabin's mind.... here was Moreau. Perhaps not literally, but here was his anger at him, his frustration at being constantly monitored, constantly controlled. Forcing his hand to do things he would not have otherwise done. Jeopardizing the closest thing he had to a connection with any other individual on the whole damn rock. And here was Sabin's twisted side... the part that fed off of the suffering and terror of people like Newt. He indulged in it, it helped distance himself from the moral problems he faced that threatened to make him feel such aggravating emotions like guilt. Aubrey wasn't here. He dug his nails in deeper, feeling the warm moistness around the tips of his fingers, gripping his knee to hold even more still despite the restraints. To stop his writhing. His eyes crinkled into a deranged smile. "Tell me again what you want to do, Newt. Tell me again and perhaps I'll consider it." Newt's mouth flapped uselessly as he shook his head. Not be dismembered, that's what he wanted!! What would Gaius do? What would Gaius say? What would Liamh say? They were both so strong and feirce and why couldn't he be like them? He wouldn't be in this mess if he had been a better person. He father was right! His father was right his father was right... black gripped the edges of his swimming vision, but he managed to keep a tight grip of his consciousness. It seemed his body either wanted to faint or to vomit, and considering his position on his back, vomiting would have been a terrible, terrible idea. There was a gloating behind his eyes as Newt hiccuped and lashed his head about but made no other sound. His vocal cords were seized up in terror. Sabin was well aware of that fact. WELL aware. And it just made it all the more delightful. This had started as a scare tactic. And to make Newt squirm, and admittedly lash out somehow after the frustrating timing of Moreau's return. But Sabin had been starting down a slipperly slope since his arrival on the island... and more and more the idea of amputating a limb from the frog was sounding like a good idea. "Hhhhaaa...!" Newt managed a slight wheeze, his eyes streaming as he lifted his head to peer down the leighnth of his body. His leg was stinging under the doctor's sharp nails, and he felt hte bile flop in his fat froggish stomach. Newt's skin was thin, like the frog he was becoming, and tearing into his leg was all too easy. It would be.... not hard at all.... to tear a gash into it.... to rip into the ligaments.... perhaps grab a scalpel from one of the trays and sever the nerve cords slowly.... But then he might bleed too much.... There was a deranged look behind his eyes. IF he killed him accidentally... it could be bad.... damn Moreau....... but beyond that.... did he really want to go to that place? There was a flicker of something else in his eyes...... a restraint. He grimaced. There might be the guilt.... and.... she would find out..... This was it!! They had seen him with his animals, hadn't they? He had overlooked a camera- it was possible! It was possible! He had been carefull, but who knew how careful? He had been angry! He had been stupid! He had been upset and vengeful! He wanted to cause pain, oh he knew how that felt, how Sabin must be feeling... He wanted to shout out STOP! He wanted to plea for forgiveness. He wasn't a bad person! He was a good man, he generally did as he was told, he just was unhappy and now because he couldn't stop complaining, because he had to be better because he had forgotten his place... He was stupid. He was stupid and a ******** up and he deserved all of this. "NOO! NO! NO!!!!" He finally managed to scream, wriggling and thrashing against Sabin's grip. When Newt finally found his voice, it was enough to shake Sabin from the rest of the mindset he had been descending into. He closed his eyes and shook his head briefly,and then slowly withdrew his hand, but not before giving Newt a warning glare first. He lifted the bloody fingers to his nose, licking the dripping liquid from one of his fingers before speaking. "No... what?" He asked coldly. "N-n-..." As soon as he had found his voice, the sooner it seized up again. He had let go, at least, giving Newt enough time to pant frantically to catch his breath. The lick at the blood seemed to be a final promise that Sabin wasn't joking when he threatened to dine on frog legs, but also kept Sabin occupied long enough to let Newt catch his breath. He looked down at the frog with judgmental eyes. Newt's throat inflated and deflated as he panted, eyes slowly opening again to stare fixedly on Sabin. Maybe it was broken nerves, maybe it was the last ounce of rebellion left in him, maybe he just thought it was funny, his lips parted, his tongue erupting from under his buck-teeth, aiming to hit the doctor wherever he could. Sabin snarled as the tongue lashed out towards him, the anger immediately back in his eyes as it slapped onto the arm that was poised by his mouth. "You fool!" He shouted, wrapping his hand around the tongue and squeezing. "That was NOT a wise idea!" Newt gave a choked noise, clenching his eyes shut. He didn't care anymore. Let them kill him, it was better than rotting away in filth until the day they decided to kill him. He pulled back at it, trying to pull it free with a pained whine. "You have betrayed us again..." he squeezed tighter... "and again" And even tighter! "And you STILL have the nerve to lash out at us." He shook the tongue at Newt. 'I SHOULD take your leg for this.... but that would only justify your damned actions. Perhaps I'm better than you." There was a knowing gleam in his eyes. Even if it was a lie, he wanted to see Newt faced with the knowledge that his secret experiments were known by others. Face that. Newt sobbed, whimpering around his grip, the tongue spasming frantically in Sabin's grip. He had been angry... he had been so angry! He was going to be sick. He was going to be sick. He was going to faint. He was going to keep his leg!! Is that what he said? That's what it sounded like! "Should!" was different from "Would" after all! "You curse at us. You hate us... but when it comes down to us.... you are just as sick as the redhead upstairs." Sabin grinned. "But at least HE upholds the sanctity of life. He does not kill his subjects unless they are in pain... he does not torture..." Sabin dug his nails into Newt's tongue for a brief moment before letting it go suddenly. "That is MY job." It snapped back into his mouth and he coughed and sputtered, trying to wet it as it stung and burned. He could taste blood and he wondered if it was from his tongue or from Sabin's fingertips, his stomach clenching. "Do not think that we do not know what you do." His eyes narrowed at Newt. "When you think no one is watching you..... what would that father of yours say if he knew the things you did?" Sabin had read Newt's personnel file, and personally laughed at some of the unsent letters he had written. The frog man shuddered, sobbing outright now as the blows came below the belt. That wasn't fair. That wasn't fair to bring that up! He father wouldn't approve of turning people into ANIMALS either! Or.. or of removing people's legs! Although if it was Newt's leg specifically, he was fairly certain his father would have made an exception. Sabin had barely kept the physical torture in check, but Newt's out lash had rekindled his ire. But he had to be careful here.... so instead he turned to the psychological attack. "You think that you are having such an unpleasant time of things... you are the one making it worse for yourself. If you had just done your damn job, you might have gotten back in our good graces... made something worthwhile of yourself. But instead you throw your responsibilities away.... and you do things much worse to animals than I ever did to you." "Th-th-they... th-they were f-food!" He wailed, his voice much higher and tighter than he had meant it to be. Finally, coherent words from him, albeit stuttered. "You know as well as I do that what you did was above and beyond what you needed to do to eat." Inhale, exhale. He fell quiet, his trembling body going lax. Stay calm. Stay calm. He's just encouraged the more you squirm! Gaius would have fought back! Liamh would have been defiant! "Y-you... you..." tap tap tap, "You drove me to it!" Sabin barked a derisive laugh. "My fault." Sabin crossed his arms and loomed over Newt. "Right. That is a convenient excuse. You continuously must blame others for YOUR problems." Sabin scowled. He was growing tired of this. Obviously newt had not learned from threats alone. "Ah... ah..... ah... ALL OF YOU!!" He howled, at his wit's end. "ALL OF YOU ALL OF YOU ALL OF YOU!!" Sabin glared at Newt through his outburst. So much for bullying the janitor into loyalty. If anything, even after he had stopped digging into his leg, he was only feeling justified for his rage. Sabin had, in a way, hoped to intimidate Newt to working for the labs. A little challenge. He had assumed that given his nature he would have rolled over and just sucked up the responsibility. But somehow, he had found this .... disgusting stronger center from it all and grown a backbone, even as he lay shivering on the metal table. He could hurt him.... he could literally scare the piss out of the man, but he didn't think that he could make him want to work for the labs, or have any hope at making the man not go and run to his little friends at how mean the lab techs were to him and stir up more aggression. But one thing was certain, Sabin was regretting prodding him to talk again. As his voice grated against Sabin's nerves, he sneered and went to at least solve ONE problem. "Subject Filinas Sleep!" And of course immediately the frog went limp on the table, his head lolling back, and his abused tongue flopping from his mouth. Sabin humphed, staring down at the immobile form. He always had control. Sabin shut off the lights to the lab and stalked out of the room to ponder Newt's fate.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 10:39 am
The Next Morning Things sort themselves out When Newt had come to, he wasn't entirely sure he was awake at all. Everything was dark, even with his eyes open- he had been left there, in able to move, strapped down and panicked. Why him? Why did this have to happen to him? Again, those selfish thoughts bubbled up and he could hear his father screaming at him, reminding him of his disapproval, of Newt's self centeredness. Newt didn't want to be in trouble. He didn't want to cause trouble. He wanted to be quiet and make toys and help Gaius with his theater and maybe impress a lady somewhere along the line. He wasn't ungrateful to the labs, and shouted as much in his terrified stutter as he lay there for hours. He was hungry. He was thirsty. His skin was beginning to dry out. But still he lay there alone in the dark. It was like those times. It was like how it had been with his father. He had been bad, he had been locked in his room. He had accidentally shown his face outside of the kitchen at one of his father's dinner parties. Three days in his room. It hadn't been child abuse, his father never hit him. He was merely strict. Very strict. Three days without food save for what he had found stashed away in hiding places around his room. He'd listen to old records and make the best of it. He'd do a lot of reading when he was allowed. Often, though, the flashlight had been taken away from him. He just wanted someone to be proud of him. Someone to tell him he had done a good job. Obviously, though, that wasn't going to happen. He waited and waited, falling silent when trying to call out for someone didn't work, and waited for Sabin to return with the lights. Sabin sat up in his office that night, thankful to have something else to ponder on aside from Aubrey and Moreau back in the mansion together doing God knew what. Moreau had picked such a HORRIBLE time to return. He crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the wastebasket. There was a reason he had brought Newt into the labs. He needed that control over someone's life. He needed to impose that fear in another being. He needed something delightfully evil to be able to ponder on. Several ideas came and went. He pondered actually amputating Newt's leg for a few moments, but that was tossed out the window. As terrifying as it would be, he had savored about as much fear as he could from that already with the thread and Newt believing that he would follow through with it. Anything else would just be pain.... and then beaten depression. And it would be an obvious war wound that would likely stir any other islander who saw it against the labs. Newt was a pitiable creature, and frankly, too easy. He would earn sympathy... like a beaten puppy. He pondered just leaving him for a while in the unknown, not knowing what would happen.... but he wouldn't really be able to witness that. And he had managed to drive Thom insane enough to be dangerous to others in a similar strategy. He pondered trussing the frog up and just leaving him in Zach's duplex with a note saying that he was the equivalent of a present for Zach to do with as he would.... but that would just be passing along the responsibility for the punishment. And it would make Zachary to be the bad guy instead of allying him with him on Sabin's side. He wanted Newt to be scared of or loyal to him. Sabin pondered on Newt's future for a good while into the night... before he realized just how much he was over thinking it. Newt wasn't even worth that.... and then it hit him. with a grin, Sabin went to fetch a few things, and then went to bed with a satisfied smile. He'd let Newt stew till morning. ***** Sabin walked into the labs with a satisfied smile on his face, looking much more in control than he had the last Newt had seen him, but the dangerous air about the man was anything but reduced. There was a small sack clutched behind his back, but not well hidden if that had been Sabin's intentions. "Good Morning, Newton." Sabin said with a dark humor. Newt's head jerked up as he flinched out of his dozing state. "KrrKIT!" He managed to croak before finding words, his mouth dry and sticky as his wide round eyes rolled to lock on the white haired man with a look of horror. The lights were flicked on, rather suddenly compared to the dark Newt had been left in all night, and Sabin wandered closer. "Did you sleep well?" He asked sardonically. Newt flinched with a pained cry as the light stung his sensitive eyes. He clenched them shut, shivering as he cringed away from the doctor. There was no point in trying to speak. He knew he couldn't get the words out, even if he wanted to, and the dry mouth was undoubtedly just going to make matters worse. Sabin shook his head, and went to fetch a paper cup of water from the sink, and then walked over, tossing it in his face with a disgruntled grunt. Newt gave a little sob, flinching away from the cold spray but ultimately enjoyed the dampening. He whimpered, sputtering to clear his nose, his voice weak and horse from his shouting last night as well, "Wh-why... wh-why are you d-doing th-this to me?" He snorted. "You disobeyed me. You disobeyed the labs. We gave you plenty of chances.... And yet you still refused to even do your own damn job." "You may be interested to note that I have decided on your fate." Sabin said, sounding quite pleased with himself. He sat down on a stool and placed the satchel in his lap. "You have proven yourself incompetent time after time. You cannot even accomplish your simple janitorial duties. You are a layabout, a fool, and a miserable man who pisses himself... quite literally.." He glanced down at the stain on his pants left over from the night before. "You really are good for nothing. Not even bait. You are a fat, slimy frog, and nothing more." "I mentioned before that your father would be humiliated with what happened to you." He opened the bag now, withdrawing stacks of letters that would be quite familiar to Newton. He likely knew that they had never been sent. But here they were in person. Every letter Newt had ever written.... He tossed them unceremoniously onto Newt's restrained form. "He will never see any of these..." Sabin said coldly, and then reached into the bag for one last letter. It consisted of two pages. One was a pink slip, filled out with Newt's name... the other was a typed letter on Feral Labs stationary. "But he WILL see this..." I took the liberty of making you a copy. It will be the last your father ever hears of you, after all. Sabin held up the letter for Newt to see: Quote: We regret to inform you that your son, Newton Filinas, has been dismissed from his position at Feral Labs, Inc. He has failed to perform even the most basic of janitorial duties, has cost the facility hundreds of thousands of dollars in losses due to his ineptitude, and has been exhibiting disturbing psychological behaviors. In accordance with the statutory law, given that his position has been terminated with cause, there is no requirement for our company to give termination pay. Newton Filinas gave no forwarding address, so we are sending this notification to his next of kin. Please pass this message to him if you happen to see him. Regards, Feral Laboratories, Inc. "Ah... ah... n-n-n-n-no no, y-you... you...he... he d-do-do-doesn't.. he w-woo-wo-won't... he w-won't even b-bother to r-r-read it!" He managed to find his voice at that, the tears building up behind those grotesquely large eyes. There they all were, his hope to impress laying strewn over his fat mutated body. "If... if... if I w-was... w-was su-su-such a m-m-mess up... why... why d-do you n-n-need me to... to con-continue so b-b-badly??" His time in the dark had given him plenty of time to reflect on his situation, and the tiny shreds of his courage managed to crawl up the sides of his throat and slip out in time to possibly make matters worse for him. He didn't know what he could do to make matters better and still be able to live with himself after, after all. Sabin sniffed indifferently. " I suspect that your father will choose to read this when it comes to him via Western Union. I am certain that he will hope that it is money of some sort." Sabin smirked. "And why....? It is a matter of principle." Newt rolled his head to try to tuck his face against his trembling shoulder. Sabin roughly began to undo the restraints from Newt's limbs, without bothering to speak any further to him. "Is... is th-that is? Y-you're... g-g-going to mor-mor-mortify me in... in f-front of my f-father and l-let me go?" He gave a shaky, breathy laugh, mind racing as the straps began to loosen and all sorts of irrational actions popped into his head. Sabin paused, turning slowly back to face Newt with a steely stare. "Newt.... you are not even worth my time." He sneered. "You are an entertaining distraction from time to time... but nothing more. If you are masochistic enough to seek further retribution by my hand, then I am certain that I can make you regret that wish...." This was it. This was an important moment and he knew it. Sniveling, whimpering, soiling Newton... he wanted revenge as much as anyone. He was angry. He was angry and he couldn't suppress that anger any longer. He could sob and whine and cry but what would that do? What did it ever do? He was so unhappy all of the time, and when it came down to it, he wasn't really sad about any of it. So why was he crying? He was angry. He was angry enough his hands were shaking in their loosening restraints. He could roll over and show his belly or he could grow a damn backbone and stand up for himself! A tiny fraction of rationality left in the back of his head tried to reason that perhaps now wasn't the best time to act out, but when was a good time? His mouth moved soundlessly, his face a continuous tremble. "Wh-wh-why... why d-don't... d-don't you... d-don't you..." He was Gaius. He was Liamh. He was strong and confident. "T-t-tuh-tuh-tuh-" Tap tap tap, "Take these.... leh.... letters and... sh-sh-shove them... up y-your arse!" The moment the words left his mouth it was as though a weight had lifted from his shoulders. He could breath again. Sabin stiffened and then turned slowly towards newt, his blue eyes barely containing a cold fire. "What did you say....?" He seethed, snarling. This.... Sabin had not expected. He should have been thankful for the decision he had reached. He had been proud of it, something that should have been a traumatic realization... stripping Newt from any hope of pleasing that ever-watchful father figure. Instead, he somehow found the balls to say that. "You will regret saying that." Sabin snarled. "Subject Filinas SLEEP!" He snapped. And watched as the frog slumped to the ground. Mock HIM would he? The miserable, slimy little frog. Oh he'd regret it all right. Sabin did indeed ensure that the letter was sent to Newt's father's last known address. And then he called up a lab tech that he wasn't particularly fond of and gave him some rather .... strange instructions. It was hours later before Newt woke back up in his duplex feeling... unpleasant. It would not take Newt long at all to pinpoint the source of his discomfort. It seemed that Sabin had taken Newt's suggestion unfortunately literally... Although it was Newt and not Sabin to be the container for the aforementioned letters.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 6:31 am
Where the Sun Don't Shine After his run-in with Sabin, Newt calls Gaius to help him out of a tight spot... Newton Filinas When Newt awoke, he thought at first the whole experience had been one horrible, agonizing dream. That is untill he realized that he was still in pain. His stomach hurt terribly, or rather, his lower abdomine felt horrible. Everytime he moved, it was like a kick in the... His eyes flew open and he made the mistake of trying to sit up. Letters were strewn about over him on his muddy bed and across the damp floor. He gave a panicked whine, and somehow after several tries managed to pull himself up into a stiff stance. He didn't move. He held his breath. Easy. Easy, now. It took a few awkward, limping steps but he was across the room. He needed help. He didn't know what to do about... this! He was going to have a panic attack, he could feel it building up in his chest like water rushing against a brittle dam. Who? Gaius wouldn't make fun of him. Gaius wouldn't tell anyone.
That's who he'd call. with a trembling webbed hand he jabbed at the buttons to ring him over the intercom. Gaius Harper The intercom buzzing found Gaius curled up on his side in bed – the only sleeping position he’d really been able to stay in comfortably for months. His head jerked up at the insistent sound, and as it continued, he tried to get up, then kicked the warm, furry mass of his dog off his legs, and made it over to the intercom where he pushed the receiving button. “Yeah…?” he asked in a groggy voice. Newton Filinas "Guh.... Guh....!" Crackled a choked attempted at words. Gaius Harper Gaius frowned, still waking up. "Who is this?" Wait, who else stuttered like that? "...Newt? That you?" Newton Filinas "Haah....!!!" It was evident something had gotten the frog worked up to the point of not being able to speak at all. He sputtered and puttered useless syllables, but nothing coherent was formed. Gaius Harper "Hang on there, I can't understand- You're not making any sense! Are you alright?" The horse-man listened intently, but there was no way to make any sense of the noise coming over the system. "Do you need me over there or something?" Newton Filinas The sputtering turned into a miserable sounding sob, and the line suddenly went dead.
Newt leaned against the intercom, panting heavily. RIght! Right! Nothing... nothing to be embarassed about! There was nothing... Gaius wouldn't judge! Gaius wouldn't say anything! He'd... he'd... oh, Hell. Swallowing again, he quickly redialed and waited for the horse man to answer again. Gaius Harper Gaius jerked back as the line went to flatline, quite worried by now. Something was up with the frog-man, that much was clear. Hell, it might even have been a change, the way he was panicking. The big guy was in the midst of pulling on some shorts over his boxers, one foot out the door, when the intercom beeped again. Leaving the door as it was, Gaius went back to the intercom, pressing it with his hard fingertip. "Newt?" Newton Filinas "I... I... I... I n-n-nuh-nuh..." there was the sound of something tapping against the innercom, unaware that it made a noise against the microphone, "Need some help...." He managed in a whimper. Gaius Harper "Just hang on there, I'll be right over." Gaius let his side of the connection hang up and was hurrying out the door, Vixen at his heels. Thankfully, the janitor's place was pretty easy to remember. Clambering up the stairs noisily, he paused at the door. Probably best to give the frightened guy some forewarning. "Heeey, it's just me," he called as he cracked the door open. The pungent, swampy smell almost overwhelmed his sensitive nose. Clapping a hand over his nostrils, Gaius opened the door farther so he could peer in. “You in here?” Newton Filinas Newt was still standing by the intercom, looking just as he ever had, save for the fact he was standing upright, straight as a board witha horrified expression on his face. Gaius Harper At first, Gaius took the upright position to be surprise, possibly fear, and held up his free three-fingered hand. "It's okay, just me! Sorry to surprise you..." But that wasn't usually Newt's reaction when he was scared. Normally he would've hid away, not stand straight. Frowning, Gaius closed the door on Vixen, who'd been sniffing curiously at the messy carpeting, shutting her outside, much to her dismay. Tilting his head, he asked, "...You, er... What's wrong?" Newton Filinas Newt opened his mouth, trembled and shut it again, his eyes darting to the scattered letters still strewn about his bed where he had left them and back to Gaius again, his hands wrapped around behind him, "I...." Gaius Harper The horse-man raised his dark eyebrows at the envelopes and papers scattered over, but clearly confused as to what their meaning was. "You...?" Newton Filinas "S-s-s-s-s-ss-suh..." He quivered, eyes wobbling and watering. "S-sabin-!" He managed to choke befor the sobs crept up from being trapped in his chest. Gaius Harper Gaius' eyes instantly darkened at the mention of the name. Despite what he'd dealt with in that recent intercom exchange, there was too much history there to provide any good meaning behind the mentioning of the scientist's name, especially when it lead to a break down of quivering sobs. "Sabin what?" Gaius asked firmly, taking a couple steps further into the room. Newton Filinas "I... he... he... Th-thom s-said... he s-said... b-but... b-but I...!" He babbled, flailing his hands frantically, but still didn't move. Gaius Harper "Newt, you're not making any sense!" Gaius strode across the rest of the floor, feet squelching in the accumulated bog. He paused though as he got close, giving a bit of a surprised look over the frog's form. He had never realized how tall Newt was! "Listen, is there any way you can just show me what's wrong? I'll see if I can fix it..." Newton Filinas That just upset the frog further. He gave a useless sob that wavered as he tried to speak at the same time. The overall effect was a sort of wobbling, gibbering wail. Gaius Harper "Woah, woah!" Gaius caught the frog by the shoulder, wondering what he'd said that had led to such panic. "I'm sorry! Just, you're going to have to spell it out to me, otherwise I can't do anything! I'm no good at guessing games!" Newton Filinas He tapped his hand frantically against his chest, sucking for air to try to speak clearer. Tap tap tap, "I.. I.. h-he... m-m-m-my... my... I... I sh-sh-shouldn't..." TAP TAP TAP, " ...I... I said something.... stupid." Gaius Harper The hairless ears turned forward as he glanced down at the odd tapping, but his attention was quickly returned to the frog's words. "Who... were you talking to? Sabin? Or this Thom guy? What do you mean 'said something stupid'?" Newton Filinas Newt's mouth opened and closed a few times before he managed to speak. If he had human skin, he would have been scarlet. "He... he..." Tap tap tap! " He th-threatened me! He... he had me... d-down on th-this t-tuh-tuh-table and... and... I th-think he w-wa-was going to eat me!" Gaius Harper " Eat you?" If Gaius had known this Thom person, he might have begun suspecting the wrong person, but as it was, Sabin sounded far more like the one to pull something like this. "Sheesh... Eating? That's a new one... But you're okay, right?" Newton Filinas Newt shook his head violently, his throat inflating in his embarassment. Gaius Harper There was the throat-puffing, at least that was more like Newt, unlike this rigid posture... Gaius frowned in confusion, a hand still holding Newt's shoulder. "What's wrong, then?" Newton Filinas "I... I... he... he had... th-these... th-these l-letters... of mine..." He gulped, eyes watering at the thought of it as he tried to stay very still. Gaius Harper "Letters? You mean these scattered all over...?" Gaius let go of his nose to wave back at the envelopes lying about the floor, then quickly clamped his nostrils again, his own eyes watering with the strong smell. Newton Filinas "I... I... I... I t-told him... I... I tol-tol-told him to... to..." Gaius Harper Gaius waited for the frog to struggle out the rest of the thought, raising his eyebrows encouragingly and nodding. Newton Filinas "I... I t-told him to... to... to..." His eyes trembled over Gaius's strangley proportioned form, "I told him to..." tap tap tap, " Sh-shove it... y-you know..." He gulped. Gaius Harper "To shove it?" Gaius blinked, then slowly finished the line for Newt. "...'Where the sun don't shine.'" Newton Filinas Newt nodded frantically, his throat quivering as fresh tears spilled down his cheaks. Gaius Harper "Wait, you don't mean he really...?" Gaius looked at Newt, hoping that he wasn't implying what he thought he was... Newton Filinas And still, the frog hadn't moved, looking possitively miserable. "P-p-p-puh-please d-don't t-tell anyone!" Gaius Harper The horse-man grimaced, rubbing a hand over his face. "Oh man..." Taking a deep breath, he looked back at his companion. "How... bad is it?" Newton Filinas "I... I... I d-don't know, b-but... b-but it h-hurts to... to m-move too much!" He squeeked, tears bubbling out again in relief as he came clean about his situation. "I w-wa-wa-was stupid! Stupid stupid stupid I sh-sh-shouldn't have sp-spoken b-back! I sh-should have j-just... l-left w-we-well enough alone!!" Gaius Harper "Hey, hey, don't think about it that way... He would've done something nasty to you whether you'd said anything or not, and at least this way you know at least you did something to get it. Now, do you think you can manage sitting or something...?" Newton Filinas He shook his head, swallowing a ribbit, "I... I... I... c-c-can't r-really... " Gaius Harper Gaius frowned, scratching his chin. "Well, uh..." He patted Newt's shoulder. "Just hang on for a couple minutes, I need to go grab some stuff to help." He let go of Newt and went for the door. "Gonna need apple juice... or if they have prune juice..." Newton Filinas "Wh-wh-wh-what?? Wh-what f-for??" Visions of turkeybasters ran through his head and he started to panic again. Gaius Harper "To 'clear the pipes' of course! Just hang in there and try to relax, okay? Maybe see if you can get into the bathroom or something." Without waiting for a response from the frog, Gaius was out the door, leaving it open for now. Good thing Gaius was on pretty good terms with Delia still, at least. The cafeteria lady was a bit skeptical about the supplies he asked for, but she had the horse-man loaded up soon enough with jars of prunes, apple juice, and other squishy foods, along with a couple bottles of laxatives. If this couldn't help Newt, nothing could! Trudging back up the stairs, Vixen running ahead of him as a furry herald, Gaius returned to Newt's duplex with the load. "Newt? You holding up okay, buddy?" Newton Filinas "I.. I... I h-have a st-st-stack of le-le-letters up m-my b-bum!" Newt wailed, "H-how okay c-can I b-be??" Gaius Harper "Well, I have some things that should be able to help..." Gaius tossed one of the laxative bottles at Newt. "Drink up!" Newton Filinas "Are... are... are y-you sure this w-will work?" Newt had wondered about.... pulling them out, and had experimenting slightly while Gaius had been gone, but it hadn't worked very well. His finger had hit a rolled paper blockade and he had investigated no further. He glanced at hte laxitive bottle, looking exceptionally pale and green, even for a frog. Gaius Harper "I'm no doctor... And believe me, I really, really don't want to have to see anything back there. With any luck, this stuff will unblock it and everything will come out all natural-like. May leave you feeling kinda off afterwards, but better than having the equivalent of a stick up there, right?" Gaius chuckled lightly, setting the stuff down on a space he'd cleared amongst Newt's invention pieces. Newton Filinas "Are... are... are y-you sure? I... it... it's p-p-pretty... it's... th-there's a l-l-lot..." He unscrewed the top of the bottle anyway, clenching his eyes shut befor emptying it into his wide mouth. Gaius Harper "Well, we'll, uh... worry about that when it comes to it." Gaius winced and focussed on trying to uncap the prunes. Wet, slimey things they were, what old people always ate... he couldn't understand why. Trying not to grimace, he handed the jar to Newt as well, offering to take the bottle once it was empty. "I'm not sure how much is a single dose, but to get that stuff out, I figured the more the better." Newton Filinas "W-well... it... it wuh-wuh-wuh-works with d-drains I sup-sup-suppose..." He weazed, grimacing at the prunes. He was never a fan of prunes or any sort of dried fruit, and even after his changes that preference hadn't changed. He wanted to... clear things out, though, that was for sure. His tongue was still sore, but still it shot out to snatch a prune from the container for him to swallow, followed by another. Gaius Harper Gaius blinked, staring. He'd never actually seen Newt eat. It'd make sense that it'd be like a frog, but... wow. It was very different when the frog was his size. The horse pursed his lips, trying to let out a low whistle, but came out more like a nicker. "Wow, er... quite a tongue there? Er, got another bottle of laxatives once you finish those off. Hopefully the stuff will kick in soon." Newton Filinas "B-b-be-be-better... bring it over..." Newt frowned. "I d-dont' f-feel anything y-yet..." Gaius Harper He handed the second bottle over as well, glancing towards the bathroom. Hopefully, hopefully this would take care of things, because with the alternative... He really didn't want to work with a frog-man after so many pipe-cleaners. Newton Filinas "It's... som-som-sometimes f-fun... s-som-sometimes em-em-embarassing..." Newt babbled in regards to his tongue as he swallowed the last of their concoction and wiped his mouth on a skinny green arm. Gaius Harper "Yeah... I can understand that. I mean, as much as I hate it all, the wings are... I dunno, interesting? Kinda a pain a lot of the time, and heavy now, but still, able to spread and flap them..." Gaius glanced back at his extra appendages, letting them ruffle a bit in show and smirked. "I could do without the bizarre-o neck and tail and stuff." Turning his attention back to Newt, he asked, "So... is the stuff working yet? Feel anything?" Newton Filinas "Ah.. n-no... no, n-n-not re-re-really..." He swallowed again, a hand going to rub his round stomach. He realized he was still wearing the same soiled swimtrunks from the previous day and looked even more embarassed. He didn't have much by way of clothes,a nd was too afraid to talk to the labs, especially now. Gaius Harper "Er, well...Hm. I guess we just wait for a while? What does this stuff say anyways..." he muttered to himself as he rolled one of the bottles over in his hands. His eyebrows bounced up. Ah, so that was a dosage. "Huh, maybe should have gone with just one bottle..." Newton Filinas "Wh-whoo-" He stopped suddenly as a loud gurgling could be heard. "Ah..." Gaius Harper "Quick," Gaius leapt forward and began pushing Newt, "quick, to the bathroom!" Newton Filinas "Oooh..." Newt's face paled further as he wobbled, groping for the wall with another hand still on his stomach, "Th-this... th-this was a ter-ter-terrible idea!" Left foot, right foot... Gaius Harper "Nah, nah, just a little pain before it's over!" Gaius was fully sure his plan should work, the logic all seemed sound in his head. Laxatives were to 'loosen' the piping, right? A little extra pressure to get the cork out! Shoving the frog inside the slippery once-bathroom, and casting a quick glance at the mud-bath, Gaius patted Newt. "Just give it a go, I'll be right out here!" Newton Filinas Newt gave a whine, nodding befor closing the door sharply to leave himself in private. All was quiet on the other side of the door for a good long while befor there was a sharp, pained howl. Gaius Harper The horse-man cringed, ears flattening back, but that could only partly block out the noise. Fearful of what was happening, he gave the door a light tap with his fingers. "Hey, Newt buddy? You alive?" Newton Filinas "G-gaius! G-gaius!!" He moaned, "It's n-n-nn-not w-working!!" Gaius Harper "What?" He snapped, surprised. "What do you mean it's not working?" Newton Filinas "I've... I've... r-re-re-really g-got to.. .to... er... g-go, b-but.. b-but it's n-not... n-nothings'... it' h-hurts!" Gaius Harper "You sure you can't push it out?" Newton Filinas Newt wimpered and panted on the other side of the door, and by the sound of it he was not having a very good time with the whole ordeal. After what felt like forever, the sound of his sobbing could be heard. Gaius Harper Gaius groaned, rubbing the side of his face. "Hang it all... Er, hang on Newt, I'll... see about getting other measures, okay? I'll be back as fast as I can!" Newton Filinas "I'm... I'm s-sorry... I'm so-so-so-sorry...!" Gaius Harper "Just stay calm!" Gaius called, running out the door once again. Oh geeze, was he really going to do this? Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, Gaius ran to the village center on automatic, distancing himself as much as possible as he asked in the infirmary and kitchen for... tongs. Pliers would be a bit too wide... he didn't want to quite put his personal tools to such use. He grabbed a couple towels while he was at it. If only he could still wear rubber gloves... Hurrying back to the duplex, he knocked on the bathroom door again. "Hey Newt, I have some stuff to help..." Newton Filinas "I... I... I w-wa-wa-want... I want to d-die..." Came Newt's tired, tear-broken voice. He sat, wallowing in pain and embarassment. He had felt movement, but it had been very subtle. He didn't know. He didn't know anything anymore. He didn't care. He wanted to die. Maybe he'd build up and explode. It felt like that. He gripped the wall for support. He didn't want Gaius to come in. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. His father would know. He'd probably think Newt had...comitted suicide after being fired or something. It was for the best. He was dead. He didn't know who he was, but he wasn't here, this wasn't now, this wasn't going on. Gaius Harper Gaius took a deep breath before turning the handle. "Alright, I'm coming in..." Newton Filinas "N-n-no..! N-no y-you... you... you..." He panted, body instinctively acting upon impulse but to no avail. Gaius Harper "It's okay, we're both guys, right?" Gaius said to reassure himself as much as the frog. He still couldn't help the wrinkle in his cheek as he held back a grimace at the sight of the poor, crying frog. "I, er... we're going to have to try to pull it out, if it's not going..." Newton Filinas "P-p-pull?" Newt huddled on his seat, arms down to thankfully shield Gaius from an even more embarrassing view of the frog. "Wh-what l-like... ?" Gaius Harper "Well..." Gaius voice squeaked as his nerves came out and he gave a light cough into his hand. "Ahem, er... You're going to have to turn around." As Gaius spoke, he held up the tongs he'd kept behind his back. Metal ones, like used on the meats, and not too friendly looking. Newton Filinas Newt's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open in horror, "Wh-what, w-with th-those?? N-n-no!" Gaius Harper "I don't wanna do this either!" Gaius said with an agitated whinny. Augh, what a situation! Even his own nerves were riled. "L-Listen, if we can't get that stuff out, then... you're going to explode or something! Just close your eyes and turn around, okay?" Newton Filinas "I d-don't know if th-this is a g-g-good idea! I... I... I.. sh-should... I sh-should have...ah...!" Newt blathered, glancing around frantically befor there was another sickening gurgle from the pit of his abdomine and a shot of pain up his back, "Aaaah....!" Gaius Harper Gaius turned his head away, wincing as the guy yelped. The front door was open. How easy it would be to just walk out right now and leave Newt there. No. Nope nop nope. He couldn't do that, not to this guy. Really, adding to the pain Sabin had dealt him and abandoning him? He'd be worse than the scientist! "Just close your eyes and turn around. We'll get this cleared up as fast as possible, okay?" Newton Filinas "I... I'm... I'm go-go-go-going to be s-sick!" He groaned, but ultimately did as he was told. Nearly a half hour of effort and beyond the green there was a sharp white corner poking out into the damp air. Gaius Harper Gaius paused to wipe his sweaty face. Fresh air, how he wanted that. Just a break, a chance to breathe. The smells were suffocating him. He felt sick. And this... he shuddered. Never, never had he ever wanted to see anything like it. Hell, he was the guy who'd fainted in 8th grade during the sex-ed video when the woman was giving birth. "W-We're almost there, pal. Just a bit more!" Gripping the piece with the end of the tongs, he gave a pull at the paper, careful to keep it from ripping. Vixen, behind him, held a towel in her mouth, like an attentive nurse. Newton Filinas Newt was certainly not happy about the situation, but did his very best to struggle and scream as little as possible. It seemed there were more than one letter inside. Tightly packed, they came out like hard paper tissues, one after another, and took several tugs a peace punctuated by a cry of pain. Newt clutched his gurgling stomach, tears rolling down his face. He wanted this to end. He wanted to b lack out and never wake up again. Gaius Harper Gaius grit his teeth, ears flattened back as far as they'd go. He hadn't grown used to the cries, quite the opposite, as the process went on. They grated on his senses, like the wail of a baby. But the letters were coming! The first ones were easy, but more kept coming. Eventually, he had to place a hoof-foot on Newt's rear to get proper leverage. Oh lord. let it end soon! Newton Filinas Nine... ten... eleven of them and Newt had slimped down, his ankles twisted and his muscles convulsing, "Aaah... are... how... is it...?" He squeeked, eyes watering to try to fight the nearly overwealming power of the prunes. "KrrKIT!" Gaius Harper "I, er..." Gaius paused to take a quick count. "Geeze, there's over ten of them!" But still more, he thought with a twist of his stomach. The silent work, pierced with the frog's whimpers and pleading, continued... he didn't know how long. Eighteen... Twenty... Twenty three. Newton Filinas "I.... I... I c-can't... I c-can't hold on... I c-can't.. it hurts!" He panted, "Out... out... out!! OUT!" He couldn't take it any more, his muscles convulsing, begging to release. It still hurt inside. it felt like it had been an eternity already, but he couldn't sit still any longer! Gaius Harper "I'm working on it!" Gaius shouted, pulling out another letter which he tossed aside deftly. How much more?! Another several minutes and he reached another. It seemed, somehow, he was getting to the end of them. "Almost there Newt, almost there!" At last, the metal tongs emerged, holding in their grasp a crumpled, pink paper, official writing and all. Newton Filinas "I re-re-really c-can't! I re-re-really c-can't hold it any lon-lon-longer!" He sobbed frantically, "P-p-please!!" Gaius Harper "I-I-I think that's all!" Gaius yelped, quickly backing out of the bathroom. He slammed the door shut, leaving the frog to himself. "The rest is all yours!" Not waiting for what sounds would come after, Gaius stumbled across the room and out onto the landing, where he collapsed against the railing, panting and wheezing. Glorious fresh air! And sun! And sky! Newton Filinas Newt stayed locked away for a very long time. The day ticked on, the sun working it's way down and the sky had gone pink befor the bathroom door finally cracked open again. He had pulled a couple muddy towels around himself, limping as he hobbled out. Gaius Harper Gaius was still outside, sitting now on the landing. The towel Vixen had brought him had been used to wipe off grim from Newt's room and now he and the dog sat leaning against each other. He looked up as he heard the frog emerge, and leaned back to peer inside. "How you doing, buddy?" Newton Filinas "D-d-d-don't... f-feel very g-good..." He mumbled, groping his way towards the bed. Gaius Harper "I don't imagine you will for a while... Is there, er, anything else I can... get for you?" He chose his words carefully, for once. If there was anything Newt needed him to 'do' for him... Gaius wasn't sure he was up for the task after all that. Newton Filinas Newt didn't answer at first, gathering up the letters scattered about that hadn't been shoved into his rectum. "I'm... I'm s-sorry about... I d-didnt... know who else to c-c-call..." Gaius Harper "It's... okay. I don't know anyone else who'd do that either... Don't know if I'd have done it either if you'd told me that's how I'd be spending my day!" he added with a weak chuckle. Returning his eyes to the coloring sky outside, he gave a little sigh and ran a hand through his hair - or attempted to. Was not an easy task with limited fingers. "Glad you're alright." Newton Filinas "I'm s-sor-sor-sor-sorry... I... I.. I d-d-didn't.. I d-didn't m-mean... I w-was j-just... I had b-been..." He could sit now but it was still uncomfortable and so he very carefully lay on his back, clutching the bundle of clean letters tightly. He never read any of them. He'd never read a single one. Would Sabin really send the pinkslip? He wouldn't put it past him. He probably would. It was on it's way now. He hadn't heard from him in six years and this is what he'll learn. He never did anything with his life. He never would. Gaius Harper "Hey Newt?" Gaius called from the doorway, now standing and looking in. "I'm gonna go for now, okay? I need a shower. And listen... it's okay, really. I'm just glad I was able to help somehow. If you need anything else, just give a call okay? I'll keep an ear out for it." Newton Filinas Newt nodded slowly, still staring at the letters clenched in his webbed hands. "Th-th-thank you, G-gaius... I... I... Ire-re-re-really owe it to you..." Gaius Harper "Hey, think nothing of it," Gaius said, flashing the frog a tired smile. "And don't worry, I'll show that Sabin a thing or two next time I see him!" The horse-man closed the door, leaving the frog-man alone once more as he trotted home. Ugh, he felt filthy! This would need a long, scalding shower to rectify.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 9:54 am
Pent up Aggression Newt isn't feeling well lately The two guards were doing their sweep. Down from the labs, down the main path, through the village, down to the beach, and up the back path back to the labs. It was once every four hours with a new couple, armed to the teeth with their rifles. Ridley and Hanover were the 'lucky' ones this afternoon, sauntering through the village in no real hurry to get back towards the beach or jungle. So far, the village was one of the safest places you could be, outside the main gate. Newt had remained inside for a good long while, before he had come to the conclusion that maybe a swim would make him feel better. Nothing else had, really. He still felt sick, he still felt sore. He still was mortified. He slipped from his duplex meekly, wearing a fresh, unsoiled pair of swim trunks (his only spare pair,) and very carefully, very slowly began the sore hop towards the lake. He kept his head down, not wanting people to notice him, but it was rather difficult to be incognito when you were a giant green frog creature. He kept his spirits up by thanking whatever Saint had allowed him to keep both legs. "Hey look there, Gary," one of the guards said, nudging the other. "Its our kinky little janitor friend." The other guard chuckled deep in his chest, hurling the half-empty bottle of water at the meek looking man, hitting him square against his side. "Hey, you better pick that up!" The frog flinched, loosing his balance as the bottle hit him. Oh, Hell, he didn't want to talk to anyone just now, let along guards. Since the beginning his relationship with the security staff had been tentative. He had only lasted this long by the thought of the fact they were akin to Star Trek's "Red Shirts." The life expectancy on their job was very short. He supposed they needed something to occupy their time before being brutally devoured by some mutated jungle beast. He stared at the bottle, keeping his head down. Maybe if he ignored them, they'd go away. "Hey, you gonna pick that up!?" one of them called, stepping forward. "Hey now," said the other to his friend. "Careful what you wish for. He might just pick it up and stick it in his bum!" They both belted out in a round of loud, boisterous laughter at that. The frog trembled. The edges of his vision flickered with red, and he saw his hand move to pick up the bottle before he was even aware he was doing it. How did they...? Of course they knew. He supposed everyone knew. "That's a good lad," one of them said between laughs. "Now throw it away now, try to control yourself." He didn't know what had happened until it had happened. The water bottle threw through the air, straight at the guards. The guards avoided it easily, spilling onto the ground as it busted open. The both of them, however, straightened up and shut up quickly, training narrowed eyes at the frog man. "You don't learn your lesson very well," one of them growled, stepping forward. "You know I always just thought you were a freak but maybe you really are just retarded." Newt huddled back, his breathing quickened as he glanced from one guard to the other. His heart was in his throat. He couldn't think. He could bearly feel. He just knew he was angry and it wasn't often Newt actually felt angry. He usually swallowed it. Suppressed it. Rationalized it away. Turned it inward, hated himself instead of others, but he was tired of it. "I'm... I'm n-n-no-not... not re-re-re-retarded," He growled, the muscles of his leg bunching and tensing. "Sure you're not," said the one further away. "That would be insulting. My cousin's retarded and he knows how to pick up trash without ******** it up somehow." Newt's breathing quickened, his hand sliding behind him to the elastic of his swim trunks. "Come on, let's go," said the first one with a growl. They started back on their way, 'accidentally' bumping hard into him, pushing Newt over onto his sore rear. That was enough. After the startled cry of pain as he fell, Newt sprang up from the ground, tackling the closest guard from the rear. His fist slammed down sharply on the man's shoulder, something long, sharp and plastic gripped tightly in his webbed fingers, like a handmade awl that had once been a tooth brush. Once the blow was made, he used the guard as a springboard to leap for the second with an enraged, "KrrrKIT!" The first attacked guard gave a surprised cry, not just from the attack, but from the sudden pain in his shoulder. The second spun around, just in time to see the flash of green hurling through the air right towards him. He reacted quickly, bringing his rifle up quickly and catch Newt on the head with the butt of the gun. There was a dull thunk and Newt saw a flash of light before crumpling to his side in a heap of frogman. There wasn't even any blood on his hands. He groaned, limbs curling up as one hand went to his throbbing temple, the other dipped back under the pant leg of his swim trunks this time. "I think he ******** stabbed me me!" said the first hysterically, reaching back and touching his shoulder, pulling it back and looking at the red sticky stuff on his hand. "I think I'm ******** bleeding!" "s**t, really?" The guard that had downed Newt kicked him hard in the gut. "You packing, you sick f**?" Newt made a strangled noise that sounded almost as though he were trying to give a tiger-like roar. He was Jamal! He had claws! He threw his legs around up and under himself to launch himself up with a swing of a fist that glittered with silver, aiming to collide with the man's face. "********!" the guard hissed as the first collided, little strings of blood forming over his cheek. "TAKE HIM DOWN!" the first guard was bellowing into his communicator. A few moments later, Newt would be out for the count.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 4:52 am
Back to the Labs Newt is caught with weapons When Newt awoke, a panic had gripped him like a wild animal that had suddenly awoken in a cardboard box. He lept from one corner to another with a panicked sort of yelp, rushing back and forth as though one of the corners would contain an open door leading to freedom. After a while of panicked hopping, he finally huddled down in a terrified crouch in the far corner, patting his swim trunks for any sort of left over device. Aubrey was alerted when Newt came to. He's been in the room for at least forty-fives minutes before she made her way into the room. The guards were posed outside as she opened the door. She had a very sour expression, a tired look about her features. She crossed her arms over her ever-growing pregnant belly and gave Newt a long, hard condescending look. Like a mother disappointed in her child. She waited to see if he reacted first. Once he realized he wasn't alone, Newt gave a terrified croak, pressing himself further against the corner and the floor as he gaped at her in utter terror. "You know," she said, "I'm very disappointed. Of everyone who probably didn't deserve what happened to him, you're quickly going to start having to face some serious consequences for your actions." "D-d-d-don't T-TOUCH ME!" Newt shrieked, crawling away from her to the further corner as he shielded his head from her with his arms, for what good that would do. "S-s-ss-STAY AWAY!" "I'm not going to touch you," she said a bit more sympathetically. "Not for now, at least. But we need to talk." "I'm n-n-not suh-suh-sorry!" Newt added quickly, a manic look in his eyes, "I'm... I'm... I'm fuh... I'm f-f-f-fed up!!" "Oh, thats not a very smart thing to say," she said, clucking her tongue. "I'm here trying to gage whether your little stunt was a lack of judgment or not. But if you don't show remorse... " she held a file up, "Dr. Duvert might be having his frog legs after all." His throat seized up and those bulbous eyes bulged further as he gave a terrified croak. He was trembling all over, and at the mention of Dr. Duvert, he sat up enough to throw his arms around his legs protectively with a panicked sort of whine. Aubrey paced slowly in front of the door. "Weapons, Newt? Do you understand the seriousness of that?" He gasped and panted for breath through his panic attack, shaking his head as he buried it behind his legs. "Th-they... th-they... th-they pruh-pruh-provoked me! I... I w-was j-just... just pr-pro-pro-protecting myself!!" "Not the point. Newt, what if those weapons got in the hands of someone who actually.... could fight?" "B-b-but th-they d-didn't! Th-they d-duh-duh-didn't! N-no one kn-knows about th-them even! I.. I.. it w-was... I w-was..." "Do you have more?" she asked, taking a few steps towards him. "S-stay away!!" He cried and immediately hopped to the other corner as soon as she moved. "Newt you better listen to me and you better listen good. If we ever find any weapons on you or your property, you'll be lucky if we only take your thumbs." He tucked his hands under his belly against the floor, lowering his head down as he gave a shuddering sob. Aubrey steeled herself, curling her fingers over her rounded belly. Damn maternal instincts. "I think we're done here. I'll consider this temporary insanity due to the trauma you recently endured. But you've been warned, Mr. Filinas." "How... how... how am I sup-sup-supposed to pro-pro-protect m-myself?" He sobbed, still not moving his hands, terrified of her simple threat. Although webbed, he had been lucky in that his hands hadn't changed too much... at least yet. He still had his full dexterity, at least, and had fully appreciated it. "I... I c-can't... I c-can't..." He shook his head, body wracking with silent sobs. "Its our job to protect you, not your own." Newt's face contorted into one of anger now as he glanced up, tiny nostrils flaring, "Pro-pro-pro-PROTECT ME?? Y-y-you... y-you c-call th-that... pro-pro-pro-PROTECTION??" "Those guards would have been delt with had you not tried to take it into your own hands!" "N-nn-nn-NO they woo-... n-NO they woo-woo-wouldn't have!! They w-woo-woo-would have... have g-gone b-back and j-just... j-just LAUGHED AT ME FURTHER!!" He roared with an enraged croak, shaking as he tried to keep himself from crying, but it was difficult with eyes as large as his. "Buck up," Aubrey said, narrowing her eyes. "You're blubbering like a baby because someone is making fun of you. Is that worse risking your life over?" He shook, face trembling with suppressed rage. Oh, it was easy for her to say that! It was easy for her!! She was the boss! She didn't have to put up with constant abuse since.... forever! He couldn't stand it. He couldn't take it anymore. The tiny part of his mind that was still rational poked up and reminded him that he was on thin ice, but the much larger, irrational part of his mind that had been bullied and beaten into a state of rage didn't care. "I.... I...." He had done his job. He had done it well when he hadn't messed up. He had done the best he could. He had been loyal, up untill he couldn't take it any longer. Unlike Jordan, he wasn't brainwashed. He was himself and unfortunately that wasn't a good self to be. "I h-ho-ho-hope th-that b-baby... is b-born d-dead!" He finally spat before he even knew what he was saying. Once the words had left his mouth, his eyes widened and he flinched backward, pressing himself tightly against the corner with a terrified, bracing shiver. Aubrey's eyes widened at big as saucers before finally narrowing into a dangerous glower. She stalked over to him her face red in ager. She raised her hand to smack him across the face but stopped herself before she did, shaking his rage. She took a deep breath and lowered it slowly. She just gave him a disgusted look and turned. "I'm done," she called to signal for the guards to open the door. She left the room without so much as looking over her shoulder. "Drop him off outside the main gates," she said. "He can find his way back to the village on his own.:" Newt didn't move. He hardly breathed, hands still tucked away safely under the mound of his belly as he gaped at her in a manic sort of terror. Was this it? Would they hurt him further? Would the guards beat him or would he return to a ransacked duplex? He didn't care. He'd start over. He had nothing better to do here, after all. ((Newt would be released a couple days later to find his duplex would have been completely emptied. There would be a mattress and and few sets of clothes. No toiletries, no fridge, hardly anything at all ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 2:40 pm
Home Again Newt is in need of change Newt had been kept in the lab for days. He thought she was going to be rid of him right then, but instead he had been left to wait while... whatever happened happened. As he was dropped outside the gate, Newt sat and trembled for a good long while, blinking in the sun he hadn't seen in what felt like forever. But he had both of his legs, didn't he? No new scars, but the ding on his forehead from where the guard had bashed his temple had swollen into a rather impressive lump that had spread to his eye, forcing it partially closed. He couldn't tell what he felt. He couldn't feel anything. Not the pain from his wounds, not the ground under his hands and feet as he hopped, not the cold hard depression that gripped his insides like a vice. At the very least, he had stopped internalizing, which was improvement. Just follow the road. Why? Where to? His duplex. What for? For what ever. He could just wait here. Wait for Annie or Jamal to come and gobble him. The idea made him almost giggle out loud. Thom wasn't a very good babysitter. He had promised to keep an eye on Newt, and he had been, yes, but it was difficult to keep his eyes from wandering. The frog man was terribly dull, and the stutter was enough to drive Thom back into madness if he hung around for too long. He had kept near enough to know where Newt was, and that was enough for him. And then...he'd lost him. The cobra had spent the better part of three days searching for Newt, who had apparently vanished into thin air--or the labs, which made a bit more sense, but was somewhere Thom couldn't access. After determining that Newt couldn't possibly be anywhere but the dreaded labs, Thom had set up camp as close to the entrance as he could get without leaving the safety of the trees. The cobra was curled up out of sight of the guards in one of the lower branches of the tree, alternately watching for any sign of the frog and dozing off his latest meal. It was exceedingly boring, but luckily it wasn't a long wait. The frog appeared outside the gate and started down the road, and Thom slid down from the tree to await his approach, then lazily slithered onto the open roadway once Newt reached him, 'walking' at the frog's side. "How's th' strike goin'?" The first sign of something being wrong with the frog man was his lack of any sort of flinch when the snake slithered out to meet him. He bearly seemed to register his fellow subject there at all, his eyes lowered down to the road as he continued his long leaps. The cobra lifted a scaled brow, quickening his own pace to keep up with Newt's long hops. "Well?" "L-leave m-m-me alone!" Newt finally snapped, stopping his still sore hop to turn a wide, froggy-eyed glare at the snake. It wasn't threatening, of course coming from Newt, but it was as threatening as the frog was capable. "If you're tryin' to intimidate me, you're failin'," he drawled, continuing past Newt and down the road. "Plan didn't go as I expected it would... 'Pologies. You still don't 'ave to be a janitor though, eh?" Newt didn't answer, keeping his head low as he tried to hop faster, trembling with rage. If the snake had really been following him, had he seen when he had attacked the guards? Or had he missed that? The labs threats hadn't taken the hot fire out from under the frogs skin, if only had poked at it and kindled it's heat further painfully. The frog could barely think. He could barely breath, but he managed. No reply was forthcoming form the frog, so Thom tried another approach. As if reading Newt's mind, he latched onto the new subject. "Saw you attack those guards. Stupid of you, even if they did deserve it. I expect that's what this lab stay was about?" "I... I... I w-was angry," Newt murmured in a distracted fashion, but ultimately did confirm his suspicions. "Th-they... th-they... th-they sh-sh-shouldn't have... have b-been t-teasing me." "The shouldn't," Thom agreed, though it was probably rather hypocritical of him to say so. If it would keep Newt talking, then he was allowed to say it. He didn't have to mean it, after all. "You 'ad weapons...?" "Th-they t-took them away," He continued along, his stomach in knots. Why had they kept him locked up for so long? What else had they taken away? "But you could make more...?" he prodded, watching Newt carefully. The idea of making weapons out of the common items the labs supplied had never occurred to him, nor had the prospect of a real revolution until Newt's weapons and Jamal's kills. One side of him argued that there was no real point to it, that they were stuck on the island and turning into animals and there was no going back. The other desperately wanted to see an end to the labs, even if he couldn't change back himself. If only something could be done about the chips, it might be a possibility... Newt didn't answer, but did quicken his pace. He had to get home. He had to get home as fast as possible! What if they took away his tools? What if's and worried possibilities gripped at his chest, eyes straight ahead as he bounded almost too quick for the snake to slither after. "Dammit, Newt!" The cobra likewise picked up the pace, but still lagged behind, and eventually just gave up and slowed altogether. Mentally cursing his lack of legs, he followed after the frog at a distance, tongue flicking out every few seconds to keep him on the right trail after Newt. Newt leaped straight away to his duplex up the stairs to teh top landing, scrambling to unlock it and hop inside, and left the door ajar behind him. What he found inside made him stop dead in his tracks, gaping in horror around him. He thought he had gone into the wrong place, but no, his key had opened the door. Inside there was.... nothing. No mud, no home made swamp, no work bench, no piles of inventions, no heaps of organized and agonizingly thoroughly sorted recycling. Everything was.... clean. He was amazed by how clean the place was. He hadn't felt the carpet as carpet in months. There wasn't a bed, but there was a bear mattress, a few changes of clothing and his letters sat on top in neat piles. A good few minutes passed before Thom arrived at the duplex as well, waking his way up the stairs with surprising ease and pausing in the open doorway. It was...empty. "...If you want some furniture, you can take it out of my duplex. I don't stay there anymore." "M-my... my..." Newt gasped, nearly falling over before he swayed upright to stand and stumble quickly towards the closet. Nothing in there either! Not even a spare blanket! Nothing in any cabinet, and even as he hopped up as high as he could to push a drop-ceiling panel out of the way, it appeared everything he had stashed up there was gone as well. The walls hadn't been repainted, though, stained with water damage from his sprinkler system, and brown muddy marks from where he had leaned up the "trees" of his self decorated terrarium. He leaped to the mattress, scattering the clothes and letters as he lifted it to check underneath, but still nothing. No tools, no supplies, no bug traps, no wind chimes, no puppets, no origami crane from Natsumi. No bundle of hand made torture devices, rusted from cleaning the blood off of them late at night. He gave a panicked wail, flopping down on the soft dry rug with his head buried under the mattress. This was more than Thom wanted to deal with. His plan was meant to be short and simple, not go a week with no results except to see Newt crying on the floor. He had half a mind to abandon the frog and head back to Natsumi's duplex, where the girl was undoubtedly waiting for him. Anything at all involving Natsumi was likely to be ten times more productive than watching a frog man cry. But the prospect of weapons was still a very tempting one... "Well done, I'm sure that's exactly th' reason they were 'opin' for. You've let them win. Might as well go back t' bein' a janitor." "TH-they... they... they t-took... th-they t-took my t-tools..." He murmured, slowly pulling himself out again. Why was he so surprised? What had he expected? He hadn't been thinking. He had just been angry. But on the other hand... there was no mop. There was no bucket. There were no jumpers. "N-no... no... no, I'm... I'm n-no-no-no-not a jan-jan-janitor." "Tools can be replaced," he scoffed, waving dismissively into the empty duplex. "As can sheets and clothing and furniture and such. Half the islanders don't even stay in their duplexes anymore, I'm sure." An exaggeration, but that hardly mattered. "You defied them, and th' only thing they could do in retaliation was empty your duplex? Comparin' the two, I'd say you won, Newt." Newt had started to cry again, but when he heard what the snake had to hiss, he frowned and sniffed, sitting back thoughtfully. "I.... I sup-sup-suppose...." What did he need, right? He hadn't anything but the clothes on his back when his father had.... when Newt had.... he couldn't finish the thought, but after a thoughtful pause, he did murmur quietly, "D-do you th-think... they b-burned them? Th-threw them out...? K-kept them?" "Does it matter?" He shrugged, slithering into the room and over to the frog man. "They're not 'ere, and I doubt you'll get the same ones back. But there's construction goin' on for somethin', right? You can borrow those tools, an' you can remake whatever was lost. One good side to the island--you 'ave all th' time you need." That was true. It hurt. He felt invaded, violated in more than one way, but... Thom was right. He could get new tools, or someone could get them for him... "I... I... I... I c-can... r-re-rebuild... krrKIT!" His voice was almost a whisper. "You can rebuild," he assured the frog, then raised a brow. "And more than just what was 'ere before. You were making weapons, Newt?" The frog glanced about the room. He used to know where almost every camera was before... but had they been moved now? This was no secret anymore, was it? "M-m-ma-may-may-may-may-maybe." Thom noted the glance, and gestured for the door, turning and heading out himself, then pausing to wait for Newt at the bottom of the stairs. He had forgotten the duplexes were monitored, and, if Newt really had been making weapons, his was probably more so than others. Newt glanced around with a stoic expression, his stomach in knots. He bottled it up. Bottle it up and save it for later. He had a lot of work to do, especially now. Out in the woods, wrapped in a piece of cloth were his emergency reserves, right? They wouldn't have found those. Couldn't have found those. He had buried them when he had decided to go through with this Strike plan with Thom, just in case. There wasn't much, but it was a start. They had to be there. As he landed at the base of the stairs in a heavy hop, the frog man was giggling. A giggling Newt was about the creepiest thing Thom could imagine, especially when Newt had been blubbering half under a mattress only a short while before. Grimacing, the cobra struck out for the jungle, intent on wandering...well, wherever they would be overheard. Which was basically out of the village, as long as they kept their voices down. "What had you made thus far?" Newt didn't answer at first, making several long paced leaps before he spoke up, "L-lo-lo-lo-lots of th-things... It's... it's am-am-amazing wh-what... wh-what p-people will j-just throw out. One... one man's trash, right?" He laughed again at his own joke, mind still out amongst his hiding spot and wondering if it was untouched. "Mhm." Newt had to get the supplies somewhere, obviously. It was almost a pity he wasn't sticking with the janitor thing. It seemed like a good excuse to dig through garbage for parts....not that Thom would ever do so himself. "Such as?" "B-bits of p-plastic, b-bits of m-metal... sh-shaving r-razors, b-bits of rope, old cl-clothes and m-m-mettle c-cans, cam-cam-camera p-parts and human h-hair... th-things that st-stink when you b-burn them... b-broken th-things that c-can be f-fixed or... or r-reglued into s-something new." He disguised a hiss with a cough, then grit his teeth, attempting to ignore the stutter and, in doing so, only managing to focus on it all the more. "But what did you make? Could you make them again? ...An' could you please try an' do somethin' about that stammer?" "It's n-n-n-not so easy!" Newt croaked back with a frown, but raised a hand to tap on his chest, TAP TAP TAP, "... So you'd... rather I... d-... do this like a... a bloody monkey?" "You don't 'ave to tap your chest," he pointed out, then quickly added, "Though, it does help. You could do somethin' as inconspicuous as tappin' thumb an' forefinger together, theoretically, correct?" Newt's brows raised and he gave a little croak. As brilliant as he was with junk piles, he was stupid in a lot of other ways. The thought of that hadn't occurred to him, "I d-d-d-don't really... have a g-good sense of r-rhythm anyway." "It's helpin'," Thom assured him, cracking a grin. "Keep tryin', you might surprise yourself. Back to th' weapons--what did you make?" He looked down again, looking almost ashamed as he hopped along, aiming for the jungle as well, but with a particular direction in mind. "L-like... wh-what... wh-what did I... use on th-those g-guards?" "Sure?" Thom shrugged, gesturing for him to continue. "What did you use, what have you made--could you make any long range weapons, do you think?" "I... I st-stabbed the one... w-with... w-well, I had t-taken a t-t-toothbrush and... re-re-removed the b-bristles so... so I c-could lay it f-f-flat against m-my leg under... under my sh-shorts and... and sh-sharped the end like... y-you know, an awl. Th-then... w-well, you t-take as m-ma-ma-many r-razors... you know, from sh-shaving k-kits and the like, and... I re-resharpened them a b-bit with my jew-jew-jeweler's file and... epoxied them in p-place b-between the t-tongs of... of a h-half of a p-p-plastic c-comb... th-then... t-took a b-bit of st-string to wr-wrap it around... m-my... my knuckles..." He made a punching motion in the air to illustrate the possible damage. "I w-wish I c-could have... seen the d-da-da-damage... b-but... but I'll bet he'll be sc-scarred." Stutter, stammering, every other bloody word was mangled in some horrible way by Newt's speech problem. Thom hardly processed anything the frog man was saying, and, indeed, had to run the words through his head more than once before they registered. "Brilliant...yes...well done," he muttered, rubbing his temple with his palm against the beginning of a headache. "That would be easy enough to reproduce. They still 'ave us at long range, though." "I... I'm sure..." He noticed Thom's frustration, giving in to try the finger technique if only to avoid further violence while he was unarmed, "I could... come up with s... something... A s-sling and... r-rocks w-would be easy... b-but take pruh-pruh-practice to know how to..." while he thought about it, he forgot to tap, words running over themselves before he managed to catch himself, "There's loooo-... lots of pos... possibilities." The attempt was noted and appreciated, though it did nothing to ease Thom's headache, merely kept him from knocking Newt out and fleeing to speak with someone who spoke properly. "A sling would be easy, but it would only take th' guards a helmet to make it ineffective. We'd need somethin' with more force. Bow an' arrows, or some such. Would that be possible?" Newt thought about it, glancing around at the jungle as they moved through the trees. "Is th-there... any b-bamboo? H-hollow... reeds that are... thick and s-s-s-sturdy? Usually... g-grow in wet-wetlands.... we could... if you... take a puh-puh-push pin... y-you know, the t-type w-with... the sp-spindle, n-not the... f-flat type y-you..." "I 'aven't seen any bamboo, but reeds are plentiful enough, especially around th' river. We couldn't use push pins for much more than darts, though... They couldn't do much damage, I'd think. Glass pieces, scrap metal, maybe even sharpened plastic... You said you'd been using that kind of thing, correct?" Newt nodded, "I really j-just... n..need to col-col-collect... ma-ma-materials, and I j-just... s-see how I can put them together." He looked as though he was getting frustrated, still trying to keep his rhythm with his fingers, but it wasn't quite as easy as just speaking when he put them together. His mouth simply didn't like to cooperate, and it made him anxious that it made Thom anxious. He was thankfull the snake was being such a kind friend to him, talking to him, keeping his mind off of what had just happened... and bringing his hopes back up. The talk had sapped a bit of his steam out, though, a bit of his old self reemerging as he veered off the path they had been somewhat taking towards a cluster of rocks deeper in hidden by thick trees and underbrush. Like a frog squirming into his den, though, he dug at the fallen ferns and suchlike he had hadn't shoved in to reveal a hole in the bushes that he could squish his fat froggy body through. "I'd... r-re-re-really j-just... b-be happy m-making pu-pu-puppets, though..." He mourned the loss of the marionettes he had made. He had been proud of them. He hoped they weren't destroyed, even if he couldn't have them. He really didn't care where they were walking, nor did he realize they were heading a particular direction until Newt hunkered down to dig among the ferns for his collection. He grimaced, but quickly forced it away in favor of a more neutral expression, watching expectantly. There had to be a reason behind the digging, after all...right? "So keep makin' puppets. It's a good cover for whatever else you'll be makin'. Have them think you're only makin' puppets, and make weapons while their eyes are off you." "I d-don't know... if... if th-they... c-catch me again..." His suspicions were confirmed! His stash was still there! Hidden under everything, under rocks, under dirt and worms and bugs was a bundle wrapped in a muddy brown scrap of fabric. He quickly stuffed it into the back of his shorts, tucked safely in his undergarments where he was sure no one would dare go. "It... it... it could be really bad." "Worth the risk, isn't it?" He raised a brow at the briefly visible bundle, but didn't bother to question, figuring he didn't want to know if it was being shoved down Newt's pants. "I seriously doubt th' guards 'ave more than tranqs, so it would be easy to overwhelm them if we had the weapons to do so." "I'd have to th-th-think about it l-longer," He murmured, squeezing back out through the bushes again with a frustrated croak as he got stuck around his middle. He frowned, but nodded, turning as if to go. "Suit yourself. It'll get done either way. If you won't help, someone else will. After everythin' th' labs 'ave done to you, I'd thought you'd be one of th' first t' go against them. You know they're not goin' to really hurt you." "... y-you... you... you d-don't... know what your ta-ta-talking about!" He huffed, struggling and scrambling tot ry to get himself free, but he was still wedged in pretty well. His throat inflated in embarrassment as he struggled, "Sh-she... she th-threatened to... to c-cut off my th-thumbs! He... he... he wan-wan-wan-wanted to... to eat my l-legs! He t-tasted them even!!" "So what?!" he snapped, whirling on the frog with a hiss. "There are already people here without thumbs, Newt! Without legsss!" The word ended in a furious hiss, and the cobra's hood flared. "An' if things keep goin' as they are, there'll only be more! But you, coward that you are, would rather sit 'ere in the mud and make puppets while th' labs continue to trick people 'ere and ruin their lives!" The frog huddled down, eyes watering as the snake spoke. "I... I... I'm n-n-not a cow-coward..." At least, he didn't want to be one anymore. He wasn't a janitor anymore, maybe he could stop being a coward as well. It was easier said than done, though. He was terrified, and it showed on his face as he lamely tried to free himself. "Then prove it," Thom hissed, fangs bared. However, he quickly backed down, remembering he was supposed to be staying quiet, and glanced around for any cameras, though his hood remained spread. "We'll need all th' help we can get, Newt." Newt's hands balled into fists as he looked down at the ground. He had a lot to think about. "I'm... I"m stuck..." He finally said, quietly, lamely, "C-could... could you...?" He grimaced, half tempted to just leave Newt there, especially as unhelpful as he was being. However, he offered a hand nonetheless. He'd rather win Newt over then alienate him further by walking off. Newt took a hold, grunting and ribbiting as he managed to dislodge himself and pop free, looking thoroughly ashamed of being stuck to begin with. Thom freed his hand the moment Newt was clear, then turned to start for the path once more. "Let me know when you decide. Doesn't seem like th' labs're goin' t' try t' use you as bait again, so pardon me if I stop followin' you around. I'd like to get back to my own life." Newt nodded, not blaming him as he crouched, "S-say..." He was quick to concentrate on his rhythms again, eyes closed as he tried his hardest to not stutter, "Say... Thuh... thom? You... know your way... around the jun-jun-jun-jungle... d-do.. do you know of any... little... ponds or... or swamps or....?" He wasn't sure he felt comfortable going back to his duplex. He didn't want them watching him as he cried. He paused, but nodded, attempting to think up a particular location for the frog man. "I'm not fond of bogs, so if th' land's started lookin' like one, I've avoided it. But I've seen a few ponds around, 'ere an' there. It's 'ard to say exactly where, but they're not 'ard to find." "C-close to the r-river? N-not t-too d-deep?" He perked up. Something to look forward to! Something the labs couldn't take away or control or fully monitor. A place to be alone. That was moist. Maybe with a nice moss grown over top to hide under. Preferably leech-free. He rather a food he didn't have to worry about eating him back. "Define close?" He shrugged. "I can't recall any near the river, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. I 'aven't seen th' whole jungle, I could've easily missed a small pond. I've seen more creeks than ponds, 'owever, but I'm sure you could find somethin' to your tastes." It was easy to guess Newt's motives. Many islanders, himself included, favored the jungle to the duplexes. It wasn't surprising to find someone else who did. Newt had only just made this decision a few moments ago, and it showed in teh tremble on his face. He swallowed to strengthen his resolve befor nodding, "M-m-may... maybe I'll.. s-see you around." The corners of his mouth turned up in the motion of a smile, but it was obviously forced. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times before adding, "C-could you... s... ss... say hello to Natsumi for me?" He nodded, cracking a rather forced smile of his own. "Per'aps. Let me know if you come to a decision about th' weapons." Thom nodded a goodbye and turned to go, but paused at the request, glancing suspiciously back at Newt. His eyes narrowed and he frowned, but after a beat he relaxed and nodded his agreement, starting away. "I'll tell her you said hello." "Th-th-thank you," Newt murmured, watching him move but made no further interest to stop him. He was hungry. He was upset. He felt numb and knew it wouldn't last. He needed to find a safe place. "And... I'll... sh-sh-she... ah...thank you." He wished he had someone to return to, to be safe with. He wasn't entirely a frog. He was a man and by golly, he needed things. Like a bog to hide in and a moss blanket to hug him to sleep. before he caused himself any further embarrassment, he gave a croak and leaped off in the opposite direction to start his real estate search.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 8:47 am
Territory Newt finds a pond to call his own Newt found several boggy spots along his way, hopping far from where he'd be in sight of the village. He could hear the river flowing nearby, and passed by several bogs and ponds and creeks as he went along, but nothing seemed... right. This would be his home, now. This would be his territory. He could hear the tree frogs croaking, declaring their own territories, calling out for mates, doing.... whatever it was frogs did out here. It worried him only slightly that he could almost tell the difference between cries. Frog croaks might be different between species, but are generally croaked with specific reason. He paused in the jungle, giving a loud, pointed, "KrrKIT!" which was responded by a series of loud chirping and ribbits back and he was quick to leap away. Too crowded here.
He followed the river at a distance before he came to a clean little creak and paused for a drink. What was he doing? He was out in the woods looking for a pond! Well... he was a frog, wasn't he? He was a frog because they had made him a frog. He wasn't human because they had taken that away from him. They'd taken everything from him. They had taken him off the streets, sure, but what if another organization had gotten him off the streets? He could have gone to college. He could have done something with himself. He was smart. He knew he was smart. Stupid in a lot of ways, but generally, he was smart, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stay on staff for so long. His ingenuity had counteracted his clumsiness to keep him on fairly neutral ground for half a decade. And here he was now, staring at his mutated green face wobbling in the stream and wondering what he had done to deserve this.
He hadn't done anything. His father had- he had... it was... because he had been... a strange boy. Because he had been bad. Because he had thought terrible things about his father and... Maybe he did deserve this.
The smell of bog got his attention and he hopped across the creek to investigate. Tucked amongst a cluster of trees as a rather comfortable looking pond. It wasn't nearly as impressive as the lake, only twenty or so feet across, and who knew how deep, with green-brown water filled with mud, leaves and decomposing debris... and a chorus of frogs. There were hundreds of them, all crowded around the banks and clinging to the trees, many of them leaping away to the safety of the water or the branches as the sight of him, but some of them stayed. Their tiny amphibious minds seemed confused, unsure of what to make of this frog giant, and if they had had any sort of sentience they might have thought of him as some great frog deity that had descended from the pond in the sky and bestow upon them his great wisdom. They croaked, clicking and grunting to tell the giant that this was their pond.
Newt shifted as he was croaked at, his own neck filling with air before he belched out a response, a mighty "KrrKIT!" that made a good twenty or so more frogs scatter into the water. Still, the largest of the true frogs stood their ground, croaking back as loud as possible, ready to defend their territory and their tadpoles. The ex-janitor ignored it, though, glancing around to take in the sight of the place. The creek wasn't too far and connected to the pond at one end, keeping a nice fresh supply of water moving to and from this swimming puddle. There were fallen trees about that he could drag about to rearrange if he so wanted, and tons of creeping vines to use as rope if he so chose. Again, the territorial frog croaked, backed up by his crowd of slightly smaller, more timid frogs who wanted to see the larger frog fight off this intruder. Ultimately, though, it was with a quick flick of Newt's tongue and a crunch of bones did Newt end the argument, and the other little frogs were quick to scatter. Sabin was right. Frogs did taste good.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 10:27 pm
A Good Stiff Drink Liamh pays Newt a visit, and tries to lift his spirits Liamh walked up the path through the duplexes, taking a slow, lazy pace as he followed behind his dog, soaking up the tropical afternoon sunshine. His hands were folded behind his head - an odd lacing of flesh and vine appendages amidst the leafy sproutings. The woolly yellow dog was racing up and down the path, but paused momentarily, sniffing the air, and then happily took off up the path like a rocket. Liamh scowled and let the beast go. Just because Prancer was in a hurry didn't mean he had to be.... He stopped and sighed, glancing around. He noticed the door of one of the nearby duplexes was open. That was Newt's place, wasn't it? Liamh grinned and made his way to the stairs, his hands still folded behind his head. "Hoy, Newt, are you home?" He called, tromping up the stairs. The door was open, and the frog inside didn't seem to notice or at least register his calls. Newt's duplex was bear- strangely so for someone who had been in the village as long as Newt had, the walls curiously stained with water and mud damage, and the carpets grayed. There was no furniture, no mini fridge, no television, no radio, only a bear mattress that Newt had leaned upright against the wall. A thick mound of letters (the ones that hadn't been thrown out due to their soiled nature) lay piled next to a few articles of clothing and his sheets folded neatly with a pillow case at the ready to pack everything into. Newt himself was in the bathroom, unscrewing the knobs to the bathtub and sink. Liamh tromped up to the doorway, paused and staring wide-eyed at the hollowed-out, dingy shell of a duplex. He quickly scanned the damage, the folded things and stuffed pillowcase, the.... he dropped his hands to his sides slowly, walking over and crouching next to the stuff. Clothing in the pillow. Paper things were... letters? He didn't touch them, wondering at the curious smell. He straightened and wandered around. "Newt...?" He called more softly, getting worried now. What was all this? He poked his head around the bathroom doorway. "Newt!" he chirped at the sight of the green janitor. Perhaps it was a testament to how lost in his thoughts to frog was, but he didn't flinch. He was in his dingy, mud-stained swim trunks, clutching what spare parts he could detach from any given fixture against his large froggish stomach, and apparently murmuring to himself under his breath, "T-T-trash f-from trash, analogy of m-my life.... f-father w-was right, he was r-r-right about everything... I ha-ha-ha-ha-hate that m-man I-" He stopped his quiet grumblings once the plant man's voice seemed to pop him back into the now. "Ah.... " He dropped the handles, blinking up at him with a dumbfounded expression, "Ah... oh... L-li-li-liamh! Wh-what... what are... what are you d-doing here?" Liamh winced, picking up some of the mumbled stuttering from the froggish man. Or was it more of a mannish frog now? He scratched at a leaf sprout on his head sheepishly. "Sorry to just walk in... i didn't see you anywhere, and was just so..." he glanced back over his shoulder. ".... EMPTY. You moving out or something?" he nodded at the bathtub. "And, uh... they have a shortage of faucet knobs where you're going?" Newt's throat jumped a few times, quivering under his mouth as he thought how to answer, before he gathered them back up and hopped towards the door to push past the plant-man's vine-encrusted legs. "Y-yes. I'm m-moving out." He answered simply, hurrying to his pile before tossing the clothes into the pillow-case sack. He kept his eyes away from Liamh, packing in a nervous fashion. As for the knobs, well... they might make good handles if he had to make his own tools. If only he could get more epoxy... Liamh scratched at his chin curiously, stepping aside. ".... Oh... uh..." he boggled at that one. Moving out? Where was there to move out to? The lake, perhaps? Frogs didn't NEED to be underwater, he knew that much. "Neeeeeeeed any help?" he followed Newt over into the main room. His eyebrows bounced as he thought of something. "OHHH, of course, they're getting you a new duplex!" he smacked his forehead. "That's great, this one looks kinda thrashed. Too many parties or something?" He stared at the walls. Newt didn't answer, falling in a thoughtful silence as he stared at the unopened letter's address for a few moments before shoving it in with the rest. There were an awful lot of them, even without the obscene amount that had been ruined. Six year's worth. Every week. He didn't know why he wanted to keep them, but it was something. Something his. Maybe he'd show them to his father one day. Maybe. It was a document to his life here... before the village. Some of them might have even been before the island itself- he hadn't checked the post dates on all of them. He finished packing, dragging the bundle to set it down next to the door. He turned his attentions then to the mattress leaning against the wall. What good was it? He had felt around, and there were springs inside. He might not want to sleep on a mattress, but those metal coils could be usefull, but he didn't dare dismantle the thing here. Liamh put his hands on his hips, staring around. He didn't dare lean against any walls. "You know.. I don't think you're getting your deposit back for this one." he quipped. He watched as Newt fingered the letters. He'd seen the sending address on them. Filinas.... that was Newt's last name.It had taken him a moment to remember it. He felt a bit of a lump in the back of his throat and swallowed. Someone Newt knew out there in the real world... Obviously, the letters had never gotten there. He'd be surprised if they had. Newt must not have known.... there were so many letters. He cleared his throat. "So, need me to bring the truck around?" "N-no j-just... ah... if... if y-you wanted to.. to help me w-with this..." Newt murmured in a distracted manner, motioning to the mattress, "W-we... we can p-probably j-just... th-throw it over the side of my bal-bal-ba-ba-balcony." "Aye aye, cap'n," the plant-man said, throwing a salute and looking at Newt kind of strangely. He went over to it, inspecting it and giving it a slackerly poke. "You really want this old thing?" he said, putting his hands on his hips and avoiding actual work for the moment. "Y-yes," Newt answered, hopping to the other end to try to heft it up while remaining in his crouch. After a false start, he figured he'd be better to stand while doing this sort of work. Liamh sighed and bent his back to the thing. It smelled a little funny and didn't feel too clean, but hey... "Right... one.. two... threegh!" he grunted, hefting his end of it and trying to head toward the front door. Newt hefted as well with a little concerned croak, hop-hobbling backwards to lead it out and to the edge of the balcony before he ducked out of the way, "J-just p-p-push it over!" Hopefully it would break open upon impact, or possibly jostle some of the springs free. Liamh gave another grunt in reply, trying to push the floppy mattress forward over the edge. He leaned into it, getting some traction on the wood. "Ngh... hand... here?" he gave it another shove and it started to keel.... Newt gave a disappointed grunt when it merely bounced a little, and completely failed to break open. He'd have to go at it with a sharp stone or something. Without a word to his friend, Newt turned to hop back into the duplex for his sack. "Is... th-there anything you wan-wan-wanted? I'm s-sorry I c-can't... l-lend you m-my t-tools anymore..." Liamh leaned against the railing. "Not really, no.... Thought, er, if you weren't busy...." he trailed off. "Looks like you are. But if you need help with that mattress or anything..." he peered over the rail down at the mattress, lying at a weird angle and slightly bent. "You know, this reminds me of the time i tried to 'fly' off of the roof of my house when i was little.... i got about as far as the front door with the mattress before mom wanted to know what i was doing with it." he gave a sad sort of half-smile. "I had it all planned out, too. I even had a cape." "It's g-g-good sh-she stopped you," Newt answered stiffly, tossing the sack over his shoulder before clumsily hopping down the stairs in two bounds to move over and examine the damage down below. He had opened up so nicely when they had last spoken. Something was undoubtedly troubling the frog-man, although he made no move to talk about it. He figured Liamh had his own worries to sort out, he didn't need Newt's on top of them. He'd never had many friends, if any before the village, after all. Coworkers hadn't cared to speak with him, and he'd been the shy quiet kid in school that talked to no one and often found himself shoved in garbage cans. That thought made him chuckle out loud. Again, garbage. Always garbage. He was garbage. His father had told him so and he hadn't believed him. His chuckle turned into a giggle before dying away. Liamh paused, his eyes rotating slowly to the unusually terse frogman, a slight shiver going across his skin - what was left of it - at the giggle. There was something a bit.... wrong. He'd been trying to dismiss the thought as paranoia, but it was getting harder to remain oblivious to that fact. He cleared his throat uneasily. "Yeah, yeah. I probably would have gone SPLAT and i don't think we'd have had a spatula big enough for that mess..." he said idly. "Newt," he said slowly, trying to segue his conversation in tone if not in topic. "You, uh, you seem kinda... " he gestured subtly. "... tense? What's eatin' you?" He winced after he said it, remembering the janitor's phobia of becoming a main course for the feral islanders. Newt didn't answer right away, worming his way under the mattress to try to pick it up on his back, balancing it there to take a few crawling steps before he had to drop it and catch his breath. "N-n-n-nothing," He assured him distantly. Right. Nothing. No a**l probing mad scientists, no abusive father, nothing. He was fine, he was dandy. He was picture perfect. He was A-ok. "N-nothing, I'm f-f-fine." Liamh raised an eyebrow and scratched his head. Now he KNEW something was wrong. The hadn't even blinked at that! Liamh turned and started down the stairs. "Riiiight. Okay. How 'bout we go get a drink? I mean, that mattress obviously isn't going anywhere...And you'd promise not to clean it up while you're gone, right? So nobody'd be taking it away..." He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and leaned on the rail again. "I d-don't drink," He replied stiffly. At least Newt had never really drank. A sip of beer perhaps, but nothing that really counted. He tugged at it, glancing at the tree line. His pond was far away... Liamh arched a brow, watching Newt work. "Awright, awright. But seriously, what's with the mattress? I know the labs will get you another one if you need it... that one's all thrashed." "I d-d-doubt they will," He answered gruffly. Despite his protest, he did look like he could use a drink, and a stiff one at that. "Look... how 'bout i help you take that nasty thing wherever it's going, and then we go get a soda at the beach bar. I think you've been workin' too hard..." he prodded himself in the head. "It's gettin' to ya... Not like everything on this island WOULDN"T already, but seriously, Newt... too wound up and you'll..." He made a popping noise with his mouth, adding a hand-gesture to it. Newt glanced down at the mattress now laying on the ground again, his mouth drawn into a tight frown around his overbite. "N-no... no, w-we can g-go now if you wan-wan-wanted..." He had all the time in the world now, after all. Wasn't that what Thom had said? Liamh hopped off the stairs. "GREAT! We can come back for it later. Whatever it is you want to do with it." He smirked, walking over and setting a hand on Newt's shoulder. "I'll make ya one of those weird Italian things, if you don't want booze. Though, you know, booze is kinda nice now and then." he added with a grin. "Whaddya say?" Newt shrugged unhelpfully, depression written all over his green and yellow face. "Sh-sh-sh-sh-sure. Wh-why not?" Liamh started off down the path toward the beach, waving Newt along with him. "Come on, Filin... Filini... Fililinin... err... Newt! It's only about a mile or so. I'll keep the tigers off you." Newt leaped after, keeping his head down, "It's fuh-fuh-fuh-Filinas," He tried to correct, but then laughed at his own inability to say his own name. Liamh glanced over his shoulder, grinning. "Heh! I think i may have to stick to Newt." he shook his leafy head. "Fil-in.... FILL-in-us....right. Fancy. Better than Doradan, anyway. At least it doesn't sound like something you get yelled at for slamming behind you!" he chuckled, swinging his vine-tangled arm as he walked. The human arm looked fairly devoid of those dangling tendrils he'd had, but Liamh could see new ones budding. He scowled inwardly at that, keeping a straight face. "Nnn..." Newt's sense of humor seemed to be absent that afternoon, or at least disconnected from outside stimuli, and Liamh's winning sense of humor was wasted on the somber green creature. "M-m-may-may-maybe... I w-will t-try something... t-to drink." Liamh glanced ahead as the frog hopped along, keeping a steady pace that caught up with the tremendous leaps as Newt waited. "Can't hurt. Might help. Who knows, you might like it. Don't have to overdo it, you know." He chuckled to himself. He did hope that something of an alcoholic nature might at least get the spring-loaded amphibian to relax a bit... he didn't know a whole lot about Filinas yet, but there was certainly something boiling around inside him, something that couldn't be good. They walked on for a while, winding up the wide path through the jungle. As Newt hopped along, he thought about a lot of things. He thought about how he'd never wear a jumper again, and how comfortable they had been, although hot when working outside. He thought about how he'd probably never find a girlfriend, never loose his virginity. Never win an award, never be remembered for anything. He thought about what his father was up to, if he still worked in the same offices he had worked in before. If he was doing alright. Or if he was dead in an alley somewhere. He thought of if some loan-shark had finally caught up with him, cornered him in a dark place and sent a bullet through his head, the details of this particular daydream vast and intricate. He thought about a lot of things, his mind never staying on one for too long, afraid he might feel something. Everything inside hurt. His temple was still bruised, swollen above his eye in a deep dark green, forming the shiner under the large thing. Gun barrels would do that, he figured. He wondered what Liamh did to pass the time. If he was compelled to do... plant things. What ever those would be. Liamh glanced at Newt as they walked along. The frog was quiet, but Liamh let him be. He could hear the ocean now, they were getting close. He was rather hoping to be there soon. The trees, though wide enough on the path, still felt a little... confining, some how. He wondered how the hell that was, since he was leafy himself now. Resource competition and the struggle for sunlight were foreign concepts to him - he just knew he'd never been a fan of the outdoors. He put his one hand in his pocket and braced the other one on his belt. Ahead of them, the trees broke out and the sandy spread of the beach was visible. Liamh gave a relieved sigh. Newt paused in the soft sand with a panting KrrKIT as he stopped to catch his breath, still keeping his head down. Ordinarily, he would have been fascinated to talk to Liamh about whatever, about what it was like to be a plant, about machines and gadgets, about inventing and pinball and other fun things, but his heart wasn't in it. "Almost... th-th-there." Liamh raised his viny hand and pointed over to the beach shack ahead, with the shade and refreshment it offered. He hated to admit it, but he was feeling a bit.... wilty... himself. "Yep... right this way, Senor. We fix you up." He trudged onward toward the thatched roof. He noticed, vaguely, how pleasant the sounds were out here. So different from the scuffle of the village, even from the electronic noises he usually took comfort from. It was like taking a deep breath of cold air, somehow. Newt timidly made his way to the bar, pulling himself up into a standing position before sitting himself down and set his pillowcase down on the ground beside his stool. He was usually such a tea-totaler, he had never really experimented with alcohol at all. He gave a little croaking noise, "G-give me... wh-what ever. P-p-p-please." He added, in a foul mood but not foul enough to forget his manners. Liamh chuckled, making his way around the other side of the bar and perusing the bottles. "Let's start out easy.... some orange soda, maybe some rum... uh... maybe a margarita... Oo, or one of those tequila sunrise things..." he rummaged around, pulling out bottles and ingredients here and there. "Peach sake is good, but i doubt they have that..." "I... I'm n-n-not par-par-particularly f-fond of... car-car-carbonation..." He murmured, resting his head on the counter top to wearily watch as Liamh moved around, eyes following the movements of his strange viney hand. It was hypnotizing, watching the branches twitch and move in ways plants shouldn't have been able to move. -in progress-
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 10:46 pm
Hangovers and History Richard collects Newt up the morning after When morning came again, Newt still lay huddled in a tight, froggy ball in the middle of the upside down mattress on the ground outside his and Cody's conjoined duplex. His gallivanting with Liamh had left him stinking of various alcoholic beverages and fruity drinks, and perhaps it was for the best his head hadn't found consciousness yet. There was a pile of bug-dappled sick off to the side in the grass, and his sack of belongings had caught a gust of wind during the night, sending his letters to his father scattered about the lawn. He still wore the faded, muddy swim trunks, his green and yellow stripes across his back standing out obviously against the stained mattress. With pain from the tussle with finally on the edge of disappearing and a daily dose of the incurably positive Colche Richard was in a far better mood than he had been. The newsletter had finally been started and was progressing well so Richard was feeling accomplished this morning. The daily lesson had just ended and he was en route to the cafe for a bite of something before his noonday nap. That was when noticed some papers spread near the duplexes, the envelopes swaying back and forth in the wind. Curious he picked one up. Hrrm C. Filinas? Return address: Newton Filinas... Was this from Newt? The timid little frog man? He was sorely tempted to open the letter and read it but glanced around before doing so. He spied Newt passed out form 50 feet away. Finding this very odd, he ambled over for a closer look. Newt didn't move, murmuring softly under his breath as he gave a ribbiting snore that ended in a whimper. He didn't even notice the cat creature as he made his way closer, which was peculiar considering how jumpy the frog man was, both literally and figuratively. The letters concentrated around the oddly tossed mattress. Richard looked down at the sleeping frog man, barely aware that he pocketed the letter he picked up. Remembering how the ex-janitor had catapulted himself into a wall the first time they met, which later he had felt guilty about he poked the frog man with a sandaled foot. He should at least be moved into a duplex Richard figured. "M's-s-sorry, Da..." Newt chirped instinctively at the prodding, arms moving to cover his large fat-necked head, "M's-s-sorry d-don't..." Subtle poking failing Richard tried vocalization. "Hey Newt, wake up!" "NEWT!" That indeed made the frog jump with a terrified "KrrKIT!" only to land again with a bounce on the mattress, clutching his head with a terrible pained groan. Richard knew that particular groan and a sniff at the air confirmed it. He was looking at a hungover frog. He couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Hey there Newt. Have a wild party last night?" "Aaaah.... h-hurts..." Newt kept his wide eyes clenched shut, his one still bruised from the guards gun barrel not too long ago, and when he opened it, it had puffed up even more. On the mends, of course, but wounds like this always got worse before they got better. The previous day was all a blur to him. He remembered Liamh and the beach bar and lots of fruity drinks he couldn't taste very well... and something about trying to eat the worm in the tequila bottle. "I... d-don't... it... aaah..." It hurt to talk. It hurt to think. Hell, it hurt to do anything. Even the scraggly hairs on his head hurt. "I... I...." There was a loud rumbling noise that evidentially had come from his round, speckled belly. Richard grimaced a bit, he hadn't really wanted to take care of a sick frog today but the poor guy looked so pathetic. Sighing he squatted down to Newts level, his tail lashing with annoyance. "You going to need some water and to get out of the sunlight I'm guessing." He was going to need tylenol too, Richard just hoped he had taken care of the sick part last night. He'd seen what Newt ate. "I th-think...." Newt began, swallowing thickly as his good eye cracked open, hairless brows furrowing, "I th-think I... I'm..." There was another gurgling and the frog keeled over between his knees, shoulders trembling as his body did it's best to try to rid itself of intoxicants. s**t. Richard scrambled back at he first stuttered "I think." The last thing he needed was frog vomit on him. He gagged on the smell, "oh god.. KaHuff." Faning his nose as Newt finished dumping the contents of his stomach. He shook his head. "Newt if you can't handle your drink you shouldn't drink." He tried very hard not to look at the contents of Newts stomach on the grass. "I... I... usually... I'm n-not... I d-don't... I'd ne-ne-never...." Newt whimpered, trembling as he finished and lay sprawled out across the mattress miserably. As the wind picked up, a letter scuttled across the grass to hit him in the shoulder and he blinked down at it with a slow, bleary sort of realization, "Ah... m-my...!" Richard looked down at the bag that it appeared the letters had escaped from. He shrugged, not quite sure what to say. "Yup. they're all over." He gestured at the spread even as the sea breeze blew them further away. "Aaah n-no! N-no I... th-those are m-mine!" He squeaked, scrambling to grab as many as he could before he gave a miserable groan and grabbed his head once again. With a roll of his eyes and a suppressed chuckled Richard bent down and picked up a few letter. "Easy there Newt. Your not going to want to make any sudden movements today. He held out the couple letters he had picked up to him. "Th-they're... th-they're im-im-important...!" Newt moaned, tears building in his eyes from the hangover-induced agony and panic as he took them and quickly pushed them back itno his sack. He swallowed, wobbling terribly as he half crawled, half hopped from the mattress to chase after the closer letters. Richard sighed, "Alright, alright. Stay there I'll get them." He huffed and hurried off to collect the scattered letters. He should have left well enough alone, oh well. Newt calmed down slightly, although he couldn't stop the pained weeping as he huddled back beside his sack, clutching his head. If he stay very still, maybe he wouldn't be sick again. Richard found that his tentacles were the best way to collect the occasionally fast moving letter, not necessarily the healthiest way for the letter but definitely beat bending over. He'd wap a letter with a tentacle and then peel it off the club. He grimaced as he did so, his mouth filled with the taste of the paper. It took a about ten minutes to gather all the letters he saw or at least thought Newt could see from his position. The tentacle's had developed a definite ache by that time, they had never gotten such a work out. Newt quieted now, hugging his sack as he watched the man hurry about. He was uneasy- this had been the same old man who had stalked him down for the fun of it, after all, or had spooked him at the construction sight. What game was he playing, suddenly being so nice. Although Newt in general wasn't quite sure what to do about people actually giving him a helping hand. Richard returned to Newt carrying the letters, peering at them curiously, flipping through the addresses. He noted that they were all addressed to C. Filnas. As he handed them back to Newt he couldn't help but ask, "C Filnas your Dad Newt?" The frog took them back sharply, eyes lowered as he stuffed them back into his bag, clearly looking embarrassed as he tried to wipe the remnant sick from his front with the corner of the pillowcase, "M-maybe. Wh-why? D-does it m-make any d-duh-duh-difference? He woo-woo-wouldn't have r-read th-them... even if they h-had b-been sent..." He murmured moodily. Richard raised an eyebrow at that. Why the heck would the man have so many unsent letters anyway? Richard knew nothing about Newt's history. "You use them as a diary or something?" The curling of his tail tip betraying his curiosity. Newt didn't answer, working to try to tie the end of the pillow case in a knot, but it was too filled with clothes and paper. He groaned again once he gave up, clutching his temples. Maybe it was for the best he couldn't remember much of his later romp with his viney pal. "S-something like that," He answered. Richard hmpfed at that but didn't press the issue. He looked down at the mattress, then up at Newt's duplex, then back at Newt. "What you doing out here anyway with a mattress?" Richard tried to construct a scenario that included the little frog and the mattress with a wild party and failed. Leaving him some what confused. "I'm t-t-tuh-tuh-taking it," Newt replied gruffly, keeping his head down as he put the sack down on top of it and numbly crawled around to take a hold of one side and try to drag it. It only took a foot before the hangover kicked the frog in his over bitten teeth and he huddled down again with a fresh groan. "Not with a hang over like that your not," Richard observed wryly. "You'll need water first." Newt's skin was feeling dry, his upper lip still burning in a ring from the martini glass, and he stopped with a pained sigh. "Wh-wh-what do y-you care?" The words left his mouth far more bitterly than he had intended, but he felt sick, was depressed and still was ill at ease with everything. Richard was taken back by the question and shot Newt a look. He was just trying to help, sort of. "Just trying to help. You were laying there passed out in your own vomit. Its not exactly a healthy position. I was just on my way to the cafe." Richard always felt the community needed to look after one another. It just happened to be a day where he wasn't absorbed in his own problems. "M-m-m-maybe... m-maybe I d-don't n-need help," Newt answered in a shaky but stern voice, "M-maybe I'm d-done l-listening to other p-p-p-p-people." Richard was beginning to wonder if this was the same frog, that he had frightened my smiling at. He hadn't flinched once since waking up and there was a determination in that stuttering voice that had not been there before. He crossed his arms and studied Newt for a moment. "Done listening to other people?" Having no idea what Newt had been through recently and was baffled by the comment. Newt shifted, rubbing his head as he felt another wave of nacious depression wash over him and he wobbled, clutching his sack tightly. He'd leave the mattress for now and come back for it later. He didn't particularly feel like talking to anyone. Liamh had been one thing. He had been drunk and.... depressed. He wouldn't admit madness. He wasn't mad, if anything he had been knocked out of his delusion that something good could ever happen to him. It was partially uplifting, but on the other hand, did not improve his mood at all. Richard was getting hungry and if the frog was going to give him the silent treatment then it really wasn't worth his time. "Look Newt, its simple if your hung over you'll need to drink water to make the head ache go away. If you want to get it yourself be my guest." Richard gave disappointed shake of his head. Hungover people were always so grumpy. Then he started to turn back towards the cafe. Newt sniffed, rubbing his flat nose before he gave a sore, stumbling hop after him, "N-no... no, w-wait..." Richard stopped and turned back to Newt, eyebrows raised. Newt stopped, hugging his sack with a miserable look, "I've n-n-never b-been... hungover b-before." A tiny growl of irritation escaped Richard, "Well then come on, it is pretty simple, first you drink water then you eat protein and then you go back to bed." He gestured for Newt to follow him to cafeteria. Inside his head a memory stirred, him holding his wife's hair out of the toilet, goading her to drink some water and making her eggs. He squashed it mentally, that was not a route he wanted to go down Newt kept his head down. His father had drank quite frequently, after all. Maybe this was why he had been so irritable, if he felt like this every morning. It hurt to hop, and so ultimately, the frog rocked upright to stand at his full seven feet, knees bending to cut back some of the height at least as he hugged his sack tightly and limped along after him. "Wa-wa-wa-water and p-pr-pr-puh-protein," He repeated, committing it to memory. Arriving in the Cafe, Richard directed Newt to have a seat and grabbed a tray. He gathered up a steak for himself and then filled three glasses of water. He then heaped a plate with sausages and scrambled eggs. Newt sat, setting his sack on the seat beside him like a child would a stuffed animal companion before he rested his chin (such as it was) on the counter top with his arms up over his head, trying to shield his poor sensitive eyes from the halagen lights. Richard sat down across from Newt. He put two glasses of water in front of him like lining up two massive shots. He smirked a bit at the frog's shading of his eyes. "Sunglasses also help." His eyes went to the glasses, "So drink up. Have to rehydrate first." "D-d-don't know... if they'd ha-ha-ha-have any g-glasses in... m-m-my s-size," He chuckled miserably, but ultimately unwound his arms to pick up the first glass and quickly tipped it into his wide mouth. Richard blinked with surprise as Newt emptied the glass into his wide maw. Well thats one way. "So what made you drink that heavily in the first place?" Richard slipped the question in, genuinely curious. Newt swallowed, feeling a little better already as he reached for the second glass. He only emptied half of it in, though, dumping the rest overtop of his balding head, "L-l-lots of th-things..." He answered distantly, unsure of how to respond, exactly. Richard nodded at that, "I can understand that. This place can get heavy," his own eyes flashing down to his chest. "Not to mention some people are particularly infuriating." He thought about Jordan but didn't say it. He pushed the plate of eggs at Newt. "Try not to eat it too fast or it might come back."' Lifting his own knife he started at his own meal. Newt sat quietly, staring at the plate of eggs and sausage quietly. He hadn't eaten them in a long time. He had been convinced after his first few changes that bugs would be it for him, but recently he'd braved trying other things. Fruit had gone down well enough... maybe eggs and sausage too? They weren't that different from bugs, were they? After a moment thinking, his tongue shot out to snatch up a sausage and he swallowed it immediately, whole. So much for not eating too quickly. Richard let Newt eat in peace, to busy carving into his own rare steak to hold a conversation. His tail lashed with pleasure at his meal, it was particularly good today. He was so glad to be able to eat at normal hours again, nothing tastes as good reheated. After he had finished he looked back up at Newt. "Feeling better?" The frog man was looking over his plate intently, as though trying to double check he hadn't forgotten anything. He smacked his lips, still feeling dehydrated, even with the water Richard had given him. "N-n-n-not es-es-especially," He grumped, although in truth he had improved at least enough to be tolerable. Somewhat. Maybe with some aspirin. He was certain he'd change his mind once he stood up again, though, and therefor remained very still. "Thats where the sleep part comes in or at least a bit of Tylenol." Richard nodded. "You might need more water give the nature of your.... uh nature?" Richard smile sheepishly he was sure there where better ways of handling it but they weren't coming to him. The corners of Newt's mouth twitched up into a weak sort of smile, but were quick to fall back down again as he stared at the table miserably. Richard looked at the sullen frog, wishing he had words of wisdom but doubting generic advice would work. Shrugging he leaned back as far as he could without squishing a tentacle. "You want to tell me what happened?" He shifted, glancing up at him and then down again. Did he want to? He didn't even know this man. What did he need Newt dumping his troubles on him, when he wasn't even sure what the gray-haired... person was even becoming. Some sort of experimental something, that was for sure. His grip on the edge of the table tightened as he continued to stare at his plate intently, until the bottled up anxiety leaked out with a, "KrrKIT!" Richard eyebrows raised at the... ribbit? Then down again. His eyes clearly questioning, waiting. His tail swayed lazily behind him. In truth Richard was collecting information now, he didn't know what type but there was something clearly different about Newt since the last time they had met. Richard wanted to know what had happened. Not particularly because he cared for Newt as a person but more out of an abstract need to know what went on in the community. More he knew, the more in controll he felt. Maybe it was his romp with Liamh last night that had jostled something loose that needed to be jostled. The damb had been cracked and wasn't as strong as it was before. "I.... " He didn't know where to begin. Finally, he managed, "I... I. I w-was fuh-fuh-fired." That was as good a place as any, he supposed, although it barely scratched the surface of the real issue. "Fired? Fired from the labs? You worked in the labs?" Richard was careful to keep any accusation out of his voice, he was offering the question like a stepping stone to bridge the conversation. He face was neutral and sympathetic as the predatory features of him face allowed. Newt shifted, eyes lifting to dart about the black structures of the ceiling cameras before he nodded. Would he get in trouble for saying? Would he get punished further? Who was this guy and why did he want to know? Was he someone like Thom, or one of the ones the labs kept a sharp eye on? A trouble maker? He didn't know many people, he was a timid man- er... frog. He was lucky for what few friends he had made, but still, as always felt like an outcast. "KrrKIT!" He added, rubbing his long toes together in a fidgeting manner under the table. Richard saw where Newt's eyes glanced at, they were so large it was easy. The cameras. Richard nodded in return, grinning a little. "I did too about ten years ago. Some retirement plan eh?" He pointed at one of his tentacles hovering over his shoulder. "It was for Tristian, not Nicholas Moreau. Before this insanity." "Ah... re-re-really?" Newt knew who Tristian was, but he was surprised anyone else did. No one seemed to know anything about the place they now lived in beyond what they saw or were told, which was very little. How could they expect any sort of revolution or escape if they didn't know the full extent of what they were up against? He wondered if this fact had occurred to the labs as well, but he figured not since they had given him back his letters. Or maybe this was another test. Would he give up this information or keep it safe? It might have been an over sight. It could have been an oversight. Newt knew what he had written there, though. His hand subconsciously moved to pull the sack over so he could hug it as though simply upset and needing a comforting pillow. "I... er... well, I... only f-for... m-maybe a y-year before... ah... his... his s-son..." He stopped himself, fidgeting further. Richard cocked his head to the side, realization striking that this little man had been in the labs for a very long time, most of the years he hadn't been. "Six years?" Richard whispered between them. If he recalled correctly Nicolas had been in control the last five. "S-s-s-since I wuh-wuh-was... n-nineteen. Th-they... th-they..." He floundered for a moment, eyes flinching back to the cameras again in his nervous habit and he shivered. He pulled his knees up in a much more froggish crouch, looking more comfortable hunched over, "Were ver-ver-very k-kind to me." "Uh huh." Richard didn't look like he believed that one bit. One does not huddle in fear while saying something like that. "So what about recently?" Trying to refocus on the more recent change in Newt. He looked down, shifting back and forth as he lifted a webbed hand to rub at his scraggly hair, "I.... I d-d-did som-som-something... re-re-really b-bad." Richard doubted that. "Really? How bad?" His look somewhat challenging, perhaps daring Newt to go on. But Newt knew better than to step out of his place. He kept his eyes down, swallowing thickly, "I... I h-have a p-pond I f-found now... it's r-r-re-really ver-ver-very n-nice..." RIchard nodded, Maybe he'd learn the story, later but not here, not under their eyes. "A pond eh? Had enough of duplex liveing?" "I.. I sup-sup-suppose so, y-yes," He replied, shifting uncomfortably, "Th-that's... th-that's why I'm t-t-t-taking the m-m-mm-mattress." "Ooookay." Richard smiled a bit. The imagine of Newt in a bed in the middle of a swamp was somewhat amusing, his tail lashed back and forth behind him. "Maybe I'll come by sometime to talk about the old days eh?" "M-m-maybe...." Newt replied. He didn't want the bed so much as he wanted the springs inside. There was a lot of energy that could be harnessed in a bedspring. It was a sharp hunk of strong wire as well. It could be useful if he could get them free. He had to find some rocks. He could probably tear the thing open with his screwdriver at least, and pondered where he could store the inner stuffing and fabric to keep it out of the rain. Maybe one of those old caves until he could build a storage space closer to his pond. "J-just... t-tread c-carefully," He glanced up at Richard, looking him in the eyes although it was difficult to see where he was focusing, exactly. Perhaps it was a spot three inches behind and above him. Nodding slowly but not really sure what Newt meant by that. He'd have to be cautious. "Alright I will see you later then. Feel better." He smiled and picked up his tray. And a letter to read of course. Newt was shaken from his thoughts by the pounding of his hangover, and was soon forced to seek the aid of Delia with an aspirin and he leaned up the mattress against his staircase to huddle in the shade underneath and sleep the rest off.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 9:11 am
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-Setting up House-
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 10:34 pm
Anarchist beginnings Snake and Frog Newt had been busy. It had taken him an entire day to drag the mattress into his swamp, but not very long to rend it open with a sharp rick and remove all the stuffing and fabric, leaving only the springs behind. The fabric and stuffing he had carefully stowed away in a dray portion of a nearby cave. There were a lot of rocks and things near by his swamp, but he'd have to construct something sturdy and waterproof to store his materials in. For now the cave would do. He was sure to make sure no one could find it. The springs themselves he had stowed mostly away, but had brought a few back to the pond to see what he could do. They didn't untwist very well, and were fairly strong and sharp. Good spring to them as well. They'd do for a trap, definitely. He had taken down as many rope-like vines as he could get his webbed hands on. He wasn't about to let anyone sneak up on him. It had taken some timing to avoid the guards, but he had managed to get a hold of several tin cans. He stripped them of their labels and poked a good sized hole through the bottom with a stern, sharp stabbing with his screwdriver, and successfully wired up a trip-wire powered alarm system of sorts, as well as various other little things he had managed. It was slow work, and got his mind off of other things. It was something to do. The frogs of his pond all clung to their trees or squatted in the mud watching him curiously as he hopped up, climbing clumsily into the branches to tie off the vine of his latest invention. Despite the alarm system in the works, it hadn't been up quite soon enough, and the process of hanging the wire had been noisy enough to warn him of its location. Stepping over the wire was not an option, of course, but with a bit of effort Thom was able to ease under it in silence, slinking forward by the scales on his stomach. Rising up to 'stand' once clear of the wire, he came up behind the frog, eying the in-the-works trip wire critically. "Decided yet?" Newt gave a cry, scrambling and nearly fell clear from the tree but managed to catch himself by clinging to a branch with both arms tightly, his long skinny legs scrambling at the air to try to grab footing, "Aaah!" The cobra wrinkled his nose, backing away from Newt to curl sink down to a lower branch, looping his tail around it once to hold him steady and curling up on it. He folded his arms, frowning up at the frog. "Well?" "Aaah... I... I... ah-" The frog stammered before his grip finally slipped and he went tumbling down to the ground with a crash and a pained yelp. Thom lifted a hand to rub his temples. Already he could feel a headache brimming. He was beginning to think he was allergic to Newt. Letting his hand fall, he peeked down from the tree at the frog. "Didn't break anythin', did you?" "Ah... n-no... krrKIT!" The frog croaked in an uneasy, high voice. He shifted to turn back over onto his belly, blinking as he got his head back together. "Er.. I... ah... ab-ab-about... about... wh-what you were... um... I've.. b-been th-thinking and..." "Well?" he interrupted sharply, urging Newt on. He didn't need stutters, he didn't need Newt avoiding the subject. He wanted either a yes or no so they could get working on the weapons or he could find someone else to help him. Grabbing hold of the branch, he swung down, then lowered himself the rest of the way to the ground. "Well?" he repeated, frowning. "It's... " He swallowed, remembering Thom's lack of patience with his impediment. He cleared his throat and it wobbled a bit before he began again, slower, "I... er, w... woo... well the only problem.... I see..." He tried to keep his tapping fingers out of view, "It's... difficult... for me to... to g... to get things.... supplies... the g... the guh-guh...." He swallowed again, eyes wobbling, "G-guards, krrKIT! Ah, guards, they chase me away.... when they c-c-catch me. Makes it... more difficult." The attempt was noted, and it did help to an extent. Thom allowed himself a smug moment that Newt was actually taking his advice, and brightened up even further with the news. "But if I get th' supplies, you'll help?" "Y-you.... you'd get me things? Y-you... can't ask the labs for them... I'd need.. n-need... ah... l-lots of th-things..." "I'll find a way to get them," Thom assured him, lifting a hand dismissively, completely disregarding the possible problems that may arise. If he couldn't get the things, he could find people who could get them for him. "But you'll help?" Newt kept his eyes lowered, now twisting his hands anxiously, "Th-th-thomas.... I... they threatened... to cut off my thumbs. I think they'd do it. C-c-cut off m-my thumbs or... or e-eat my l-legs! Th-these p-p-people are m-mad!" That was not the response Thom had expected. His frown returned and his hood flared slightly in irritation. For split second he seemed about ready to attack the frog, but decided against it and folded his arms instead, drumming his fingers on his arm. "Stop flip floppin' an' make up your mind." Newt huddled in a ball, his hands moving up to rub his balding head in a comforting gesture. He was terrified, rocking himself gently. He was scared out of his mind... but what could they do to him? What more could they do to him? He could live in this swamp... he could be a good little frog. If he was caught... if he was caught... would they really hurt him? Would they really cut off his thumbs or his legs or... or would they do far worse things he couldn't even think of? Would it be worth it? He'd always been walked all over. His entire life, kicked and bullied... Thom wasn't bullying him, he was asking to work with him. What little of Thom's patience remained was very quickly wearing thin. He endured the silence for a short while, frown growing progressively worse, but finally shook his head and let his arms fall. "Look at it this way, Newt. Weapons will be made, you're involved one way or another, an' if I learn that you tell th' labs anythin' that's being planned, I'll personally wring your neck whether you side with me now or not. Personally, I'd 'ave to say your chances look better if you get on my good side now." "I'll d-do it." The frog didn't look up. "Excellent." He didn't seem entirely convinced, but perhaps a bit less inclined to strangling Newt at a moment's notice. He half expected the frog to change his mind again. "What do you need?" "I... ah... w-well... I'm n-not... l-lots of ... of th-things er... I... I c-could write you up a list if you like?" He could do this. He could DO this! He could do this. Right. Right. He drew in a deep breath. He'll fight back. Fight back. But how? He'd have a lot of reading he'd need to do. "And... and... if... if you could get them... s-some... some b-books. A few I m-might... might need..."* "Do you 'ave somethin' to write on? Or with? I don't." He grimaced. "Just tell me th' basics, I'll bring somethin' to write with when I'm next 'ere. I can find some of the easier things in the mean time." "I... w-well... well, I could use a l-lot of rope to st-start with..." Newt mused, "And... ah... th-things... that might be able to be sh-sh-sharpened.... any s-sort of tubes or... or fun-fun-funnels or.. sc-sc-scraps of metal to st-st-start with... " After thinking it through, he realized he had forgotten to watch the stutter, and immediately made to try to rectify his mistake. "I mean... if there's any... books about... or... if you can find anyone who... who knows about... compulsion... er... explosives. I can... probably figure out where to get... y-y-y-you know, s-so-some... some things... but ah... y-yes, er... also, just... anything you think might be useful? Things from the... the kitchen or... rods, pipes... batteries..." Stutter...stutter...stutter... Thom was going to snap. "Yes, yes, I'll raid th' cafeteria an'...whatever else I can find. I'm not sure where t' get rope, but per'aps I'll be able to find it somewhere. Rope an' things that can be sharpened. Anythin' else, before I go?" "Ah... " His mind ticked quickly, eyes trembling as his mind rolled over what he could possibly need, "I... I'm n-not... not sure... er... glass... b-bottles and... light bulbs and... ah... l-lighters and.. c-cans... ah... h-hairspray or... or sim-sim-similar? Ah... and... and m-my.. my tools are... are slim.. if you could find me more... or some glue...?" Thom nodded, storing away the list in his mind. It was a number of items, yes, but it was a fairly general idea, and he could change things according to what he was able to find. "I'll see what I can do. Should be back in a few days, if all goes well, an' we'll see what we can do from there." The frog nodded with an anxious croak, shifting in the mussy mud. "R... right. Right. Ah... guh... Good. Er..." "In the mean time, see what you can come up with.. an' what you can make with that." He gestured vaguely in the direction of the mattress's remains, then turned and started away, ducking low once more to slip under the tripwire. The frog stayed low, throat trembling as he watched the snake slowly leave. He was careful to make a mental note to lower the tripwire a good two hand's width and cover it in underbrush. Just a matter of collecting V shaped branches to use as pulleys. Right. Right. They wouldn't catch him. They weren't really looking. He was just a frog in a pond. He'd keep telling himself that until he believed it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 11:03 am
An Afternoon Drink Newt makes a friend at the beach bar and says a little too much Thus far, Newt had had very little success with his home made security system. He wanted real string. He wanted real tools. He wanted real supplies. He had figured out several simple machines and simple mechanics he'd been able to fudge with things he'd found around the jungle, but his tinkering had been far easier before he had... The frog man sighed, not wanting to think about it. It had been a mistake. He shouldn't have done those things, but... but he couldn't help but admit that they had felt good. He had been angry and had expressed it. He would have been proud of himself if he wasn't so mortified by the repercussions of those actions. But HE. Newton Alexander Filinas. Had attacked TWO guards! Alright, so he had simply frightened the first with the sharpened toothbrush to the shoulder, but he was confident the second's face would be scarred for life. Razorblade fisticuffs would do that. It was a dreary, overcast day that threatened a tropical shower at any minute, but the frog didn't care. What was a little more water? He didn't bother with most of the clothes the labs had been oh so kind to grant him when they had stripped his duplex out of everything, keeping mostly to his grubby, muddy stained swim trunks. He knew what he wanted on a day like this. He had hopped about to try to find Liamh, but the plant-man had appeared to be busy with... other friends, and Newt was far too shy to flag him down. And so, the frog man had hopped towards the beach bar on his own to battle with his depression. Alexa sighed softly. It had been days since she'd gotten out and done something. She'd been on this island for what... almost a week now, and she had only met one person. Granted, it was the person she hated and loved the most all in the same instant, but still. That was pathetic. She let Maryke win. She had surrendered to the fear the island had given her. Locked away, she'd been eating whatever she could find in the fridge of her duplex and staring out the window at the often cloudless sky. Now, the clouds had finally returned and she felt it was a miserable enough day to actually go outside. Maybe she could get a drink to calm her thoughts. She set out quietly, hoping to be hidden from any other monstrosities that might be walking around. Walking down the path towards the beach bar, her mind was far, far away. She just wanted to get there, grab a bottle or two, and head back to mope-ville. Newt knew very little about drinking, and so had contented himself with a beer. He stay slumped over the bar, staring at the bottle with a frown. It was cold, American style. He had tasted beer before, curiously tested his father's when he had been sixteen and had.... gotten into a lot of trouble for it, and had never tried it again, but what he could remember tasted a sight better than this. Maybe it was the fact he didn't have any real taste buds anymore. That might have been it. Either way, the green lump of a frog man didn't notice someone else coming down the path. As the trees opened up to reveal a pensive ocean and gray, dull sand, she spotted another at the bar. She stopped dead in her tracks, her fear seizing her. Another one of the freak show was here! Maryke hadn't been lying to her after all! And... this one looked like a giant frog. She shuddered, then mentally pulled herself together. After all, she was Alexa Drew Summers, who feared no man nor woman. This was no different! Just slightly... slimier... Swallowing her lingering fears, she pushed herself out of the clearing. As she approached, she called out, not wanting to startle the frog. After all, it might be a hungry beast hybrid with teeth and a carnivorous appetite. "Hey," she offered as she stepped behind the bar and got herself a bottle to match his own. "Ah-!" Newt glanced up at the sudden appearance of the young woman, his wide eyes wobbling as he nearly fell off of his stool in a startled jump, despite her attempts to not surprise him. A human! It was a human! He hadn't seen a human in... since... well, months! Scrambling to crawl back on top of his stool in a low, nervous amphibious crouch, the frog-man peered up over the bar and wobbled in his Welsh stammer, "I... I... ah... y-y-you're... aren't... how... er... " Oh please oh please oh please let her already be knowledged of the island! Sayuri hadn't believed him, taking him for a fool, and Seth... well, Seth definitely knew now. Newt didn't like being one of the first to meet a new human, or "Normie" as the octopus man liked to shout angrily from the lake. It made him feel like a monster. "KrrKIT!" he added, throat inflating to power the croak. She cocked a brow at his odd mannerisms. Was that the frog speaking, or was that just him? At any rate, he didn't have any sharp teeth so she no longer felt in danger. Popping the top off her bottle, she took a long swig and gulped it down with a refreshed 'ahhh' sound. It had been a while, she mused. She needed that. She set the bottle down, wondering what he was trying to say, and nearly giggling at the croak. "I'm human. Yeah, I know, and you're a frog man." He glanced to the side, looking thoroughly embarrassed. At least it hadn't been "I'm human, and you're a janitor." Maybe it was the half a beer he had already poured into his wide lipless mouth, but he gave a quiet little giggle at that thought. That was a bright side, wasn't it? Never, ever again. He wasn't quite sure what to say, shyly glancing back up again to look her over. She was pretty, he supposed, but not as pretty as Natsumi had been... at least in his opinion. Few girls were as pretty as Natsumi in the frog man's mind. He glanced down again as soon as he realized he had been staring, lifting a webbed hand to nervously try to straighten his crazed, damp scraggly locks of remnant hair. She came around the bar, watching him without really letting on. She took a seat, setting the glass bottle down against the wood with a soft clunk. She giggled when he looked away. She got that sort of reaction a lot, so it wasn't a big surprise for her, nor was it something he should be embarrassed about. She chose not to possibly embarrass him further by explaining that whole notion. Instead, she offered him her name. "I'm Alexa, and you are...?" He glanced up, hairless brows furrowed nervously before he politely offered her his hand, "Ah... N-n-new-new-newton. Er... um... " Remember what Thom had taught you, you stupid frog! His other hand went behind his back to try to keep rhythm with his fingertips, "Newton... Filinas, M-miss..." He managed, looking proud of himself for saying it. She giggled as he offered his hand to her. "You don't have to shake my hand to say hello." She noticed that he was proud of almost completely dispelling his stutter when he said his full name. She smiled a bit, finding him quirky but also quite charming, in a giant frog man kind of way... perhaps he just amused her. She wasn't really sure. "So... they turned you into a frog, I see..." she started, her eyes for the first time really truly analyzing his body. It was impressive that they could do this sort of thing to humans. It was more impressive that he could still talk and remembered all his human manners to spite the changes. That must be difficult... being human on the inside but animal on the outside... she shook her head a bit, her eyes finally resting back at his froggy face. "...does it hurt?" His bulbous eyes blinked, brows furrowing at the question, "Ah... er... wh-wh-what? Er... r-right n-now? Or... ah...? And.. er... um..." He fidgeted, falling back into his awkward stammer, "I'm... n-not entirely d-done yet..." His face was still... almost human. More human than frog, anyway. At least it didn't particularly look like a frog to him, lacking any sort of snout. "I... I s-s-still have... ah... so-so-so-some hair," He added as though that was something to be proud of. "Oh," she glanced away, then back again. She could see that he was still partially human. Perhaps Maryke was different because she was turning into a lemur, and lemurs were much like humans. Her fear was beginning to build up inside again. She didn't know what it was like, but she knew it was coming for her. No one knew how long, or why, or what she'd turn into, but she knew it was coming anyway. Anatomy changes as drastic as Newt's had to have hurt, especially the fusing of his arm and leg bones. And if that hadn't happened yet, she knew it probably would eventually, and it would hurt. Then again, maybe it didn't hurt. Bones fused naturally as a baby grew, so maybe it was unpainful? But babies had a long time to form, and bones had a long time to fuse... and these changes seemed to happen rapidly. "The chaning..." she said, her voice suddenly lax of all its strength and personality. "Do those hurt? How... how do they happen?" "Oh..." He swallowed, glancing to his beer bottle before timidly picking it up to give his hands something to fiddle with as he spoke, "Er... y-yes... th-they... they d-do... ah... and.. um... w-well... th-they... wh-while we're... sl-sleeping or... or wh-whenever er... our b-b-bo-bodies have adjusted to the chem-chem-chem-chemicals I th-think it was... er... s-something like th-that... I... I have one l-left. Ch-change I mean..." Then there really would be no going back, would there? "Oh..." she trailed off, her eyes dropping to some distant speck of sand far down the beach's shoreline. So, they hurt. That was wonderful. She'd be tortured for only God knew how long, and turn into an animal. She hoped it wasn't something horrible. Or something with an exoskeleton... or an invertebrate. She felt sick suddenly, as if her beer was some sort of poisoning agent, but she swallowed the nausea. She wasn't changed yet, so at least she had some time to enjoy herself. That's what it was all about, after all. Living for the now. Right? Heh. "So..." she started again, after a lengthy silence, "How'd you end up here?" The frog-man glanced up, back to his drink and then back again before pouring the rest of his beer into his wide, froggish maw. He winced as he swallowed, eyes watering even with the watered down piss they offered here. "I... ah..." He thought about it. Eyes calculating for a moment before he tried to straighten up some and look impressive. "I.... I... I w-was t-tricked. I... I used to... to..." Again, he thought, creative juices sloshing about. Something more impressive than "Yeah, I worked here for five years until they grew sick of me and turned me into a frog." He cleared his throat, giving another froggish croak before speaking, "I... w-w-was... a... er... mech-mech-mechanical engineer." That sounded impressive enough, right? She looked him over, again cocking a brow, this time accompanied by a smirk. This guy was an engineer? Well... he looked geeky enough. She had a suspicion he might be fabricating, but she decided to buy it for now. "I guess they trick a lot of people." She said nonchalantly, taking another sip of her beer without so much as a blink. "They made me think my old boss wanted me to come here to hide from the FBI." No use hiding her past if she was stuck here, right? Right. "Y-your old b-b-boss?" That made the frog man lower himself down in his crotch to hide between his long skinny legs. "Ah... w-who...?" FBI? Were they really on the island or had that been part of the fabrication? Newt was a gullible man, not because he wasn't smart, but because of a poor sense of judgment regarding certain things without adequate data. Was it that terrible tiger-man? He seemed FBI-run worthy. Or that horrible octopus, he wouldn't be surprised, but he hardly seemed like a leader to the Frog. She nodded, leaning back against the bar counter. A small sigh escaped her as she studied a nearby palm tree. Hmmm. So, life on this island couldn't be all that bad, all things considered. Her fears had been confirmed at least, so the uncertainty of what was going to happen was no longer present. However, that still left the fact that it was going to be painful. She pushed it from surfacing again, and glanced toward him when he asked who her boss was. "You probably don't know her," she said, brushing it off almost. "Name's Maryke, she's a real b***h when she wants to be." "Ma-ma-ma-ma-maryke?" His face did light up with recognition, "Oh... ah... Y-yes, I.. I know her! I d-did a lot of..." He stopped himself. "I... er... g-gave her a hand... w-with some things... KrrKIT!" He wouldn't exactly call it a friendship. Morea like... a friendly... toleration. "You know her?" She asked, looking genuinely surprised. She figured Maryke wouldn't mess with this guy. He looked like as a human he would have been thin and lanky and not all that attractive or useful. Then again, if he was a handy man like he said, Maryke probably talked him into doing her a favor of some sort... that was so like her. Soon her facial expression shifted to reflect her slightly annoyed thoughts. "Well apparently it was all a lie, she didn't want me to come and stay with her after all. In fact, she told me she found someone better than me. Some guy..." She wrinkled her nose, somewhat disgusted by the notion. Perhaps because Mayrke had made that choice, Alexa was clinging to a false hope. However, no matter what way this whole thing went down, Alexa was STILL clinging. She wasn't about to let go. Newt's eyes widened at the thought, huddling down in his stool as he gave a timid ribbit. "Y-you... ah... " His voice was high and nervous, "M-m-m-mm-mean M-mr. Wuh-woo... Mr. Woodrow?" "Who?" she cocked her head to the side. Obviously given her appearance, she hadn't been around very long, and didn't know very many people. She completely ignored the fact that he was huddling down between his amphibian legs as if scared by something she had said. Generally she would have been more keenly observing him, but right now she was intrigued by this new information. "Who is he...?" "Wh-who is who?" He quivered, allowing himself to play stupid as a large insect fluttered in out of the drizzle, drawn by the light of the bar. Alexa subconsciously pressed closer to the bar, having just now noticed the light misting coming down around them. At least there was shelter here so she wouldn't get wet. Unfortunately she couldn't avoid that forever if she wanted to go home tonight and sleep in her own bed. Well, the bed that was now hers, anyway. Again, she praised the island head honcho for giving her a nice room. She was sure, just by the looks of Newt, that not everyone had a room as nice as hers. Perhaps he didn't even have one to begin with. Her brows furrowed more deeply when he said this, decidedly ignoring her question. "This Mr. Woodrow guy. Who is he?" "Oh... ah... I... Er... I d-don't know, I've n-never re-re-really... he j-just... ah... I th-think he lives in the lake..." He kept still, watching as the beetle flitted about the lamp before lowering itself down towards the bar, drawn by the sweet smell of spilled mixed drinks. It wasn't within range for but a moment before his tongue arched through the air to snap it back to his mouth with a sharp crack and a crunch. She wondered if this stutter was constant, or if it got worse when he was lying. It seemed to be thickening and impeding his speech more. Just as she opened her mouth go question him further, his tongue shot out and captured the beetle. She cringed at the crunch, looking away and holding her stomach. That was... just disgusting. She took a few labored swallows, eyes squeezed shut, before she could manage to straighten up again and try to look at him. She had almost completely forgotten her question due to the sudden onset, but after a moment it returned. "So where is this lake?" "Wh-what?" The frog blinked. He had gotten past being embarrassed about his eating habits around the others who were more understanding, but had forgotten how new this girl was and immediately sunk down, "Ah... oh, I'm... I'm s-sorry... er.. about th-that, I j-just... its' automatic s-sometimes... I m-mean... I've b-been avoiding the... the caf-cafeteria so... so c-catching my own f-food and... um..." "It's... okay." She said, her face still somewhat pallored at the thought of him simply ingesting a flying, moving insect. Living bugs on their own were disgusting enough for her. She assumed that he'd know that, especially after meeting Maryke. She wasn't sure why, but she had a feeling if Maryke had met him, he should know that their kind wasn't really... liken to bugs. She cleared her throat, brushing her bangs from her face. "Where's this lake?" "H-how... how c-could you m-miss it? Have... have you n-nuh-nuh-not b-been to the vuh-vuh-village?" Just how new was this girl? He swallowed his snack, wobbling a little on his chair. He felt he was ready for a second beer. Alexa had already pushed her half-empty bottle away from her hand, afraid to drink it for fear of seeing it more than once. "I've been to the village but I haven't really looked around..." She looked down, somewhat embarrassed for the first time in a long time. He said it as if the lake was impossible to miss, and maybe it was. Especially if it was where this Mr. Woodrow lived. Of course, this meant he must be a water-bound creature. Another shiver ran up her spine. Maryke was with some lake-dwelling... thing? She wrinkled her nose. "It's p-pa-pa-part of the village," Newt explained, hopping down to the ground with a plop before turning to hop around to the other side of the bar to root about for something else. "There's... new duh-duh-duplexes built on them. It's re-re-really lovely... with the j-jungle on the other side, they m-must have a woo-woo-wonderful view." He was almost jealous. He was an aquatic thing, wasn't he? But no, he had had to convert his own duplex himself, hadn't he? Stolen hose and pipes and altered plumbing, it had all been very complicated and taken him the better part of a month to sort out, and still he had been constantly battling with it to keep it functional. He missed it. She nodded silently, understanding now. Damn, was she blind? She needed to pay more attention when she was walking around this place. It wasn't just about the impending doom, her duplex, and the beach! She needed to see this lake... and this Mr. Woodrow. But first, was it true? Newt seemed to be hiding something, as if he knew more but wasn't going to share. She knew she could pump him for information if she turned on a little more charm, but she just wasn't up for it. Maryke was ruthless enough to do it, but Alexa rarely if ever resorted to using her sexual appeal for information. So, instead she would pay her darling simian friend a visit. Duplex #56, she knew. She'd just... swing by... and interrogate the lemur woman who was formerly her boss and perhaps more. "I should be heading back..." she said, almost rushed. She slipped her hood over her head. "It looks like the storm will get worse before it gets better, anyway." She added, trying to justify her leaving so suddenly. It certainly wasn't Newt's fault, and she didn't want him to think she didn't' like him. "Hrmm?" He peeped up over the counter in a little bouncing motion before wobbling straight upright to his near seven feet in height, searching about to see what he could see stored behind the bar. What if there was a corkscrew? A church key? Anything useful he could... borrow. She hopped off of the stool and turned her head, looking back over her shoulder at the now extremely tall frog. "Unlike you, I don't really like water. It's bad for my hair and all..." She said, offering him a slight smile and hoping that he'd understand. Underneath that fake politeness, she was already far far ahead, entering Maryke's duplex and questioning the lemur woman on this man who lived in a lake, or a water house, or whatever it was they had to live in. "It was nice meeting you..." She added, watching him for a moment to see if he'd be upset by her leaving. "Ah-" He only just seemed to notice she had started to leave, and immediately disappeared behind the bar to peer around the side of it at her in his shy little crouch, "Er... y-you... as well..." People never seemed to like to talk to him for very long. He figured it was the stutter. He hoped he hadn't said too much- Maryke would have his hide. "See you around." She said with a smooth wave of her hand. She turned and started off into the rain, her flip flops making a wet clacking sound as they came off the beach with each passing step. Off to see the madam and get some answers, she thought. She wondered what the strange frog man was up to, and why he was hiding so much. It wasn't like there was anything worth hiding here. Everything you did outside this world was gone forever, and everything inside this world was everyone's business. At least, that's how Alexa wanted it to work. She knew that couldn't be entirely true, but she hoped that at least now that she had a name, she'd be able to work some more information out of Maryke, and maybe solve this puzzling situation.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 8:42 am
Fast Food Take Out Newt is introduced to Dee's birdhouses When one must sustain himself without any given food source beyond what he can find out in the wild, a frog of Newt's size needed something more substantial than the beetles he enjoyed snacking on. He had found small rodents like mice and other little jungle critters worked well enough. He didn't have to worry about chewing, and the crunch was reminiscent enough of exoskeletons he had become fairly desensitized. He seemed incapable of comprehending the taboo of it any longer. Little birds also worked well- like flies but actually enough to fill his stomach. It was following the little brown island finches swooping through the trees that the frog man came across the bird feeders that had recently been hung. It seemed to be becoming a rather popular spot for the little feathered nuggets, and he watched them flit intently like bees from a flower as he crouched int he overgrown underbrush. Satisfied that the feeders would remain stable until she could find a better method of securing them, Dee set the tools (borrowed from a lab store-room) down near her door. She heard a small flock of grass quit and finches foraging nearby, and smiled contentedly. “Poor things!” she said to herself as she removed a small bag of un-salted sunflower seeds from her leather messenger bag. “They’re hungry! I hope this will be enough until I can find a way to get more feed.” She dumps the seed into the feeder furthest from the duplex then retires inside to grab some over-ripe oranges she had snagged from the cafeteria garbage bin that morning. From one of the feeders a few feet away, there was a strange sort of noise followed by a shrill little squawk. This was then followed by a noisy sort of chewing noise from the shrubbery in front of her duplex. Dee was crouched in front of the mini-fridge when she heard the noise through her open window. She knew the sound of predation when she heard it. Dropping the oranges, she grabbed a rolled-up trade magazine and dashed to the door, opening it a crack and peering outside. She hoped the marauder was simply a feral cat or a hawk… Of course, the sight she walked out on wasn't some one's pet cat slunk off to cause mischief, but a large, green, brown and yellow lump of frog/human hybrid. No sooner had she opened her door than another little brown bird suddenly vanished in a puff of feathers. "KrrKIT!" Realizing he had been caught, Newt's eyes widened, his mouth full of scrambling, squawking feathers. The newspaper held over her head, once ready to swat at a cat, was now frozen in place…as was the rest of Dee, her eyes as wide as the frogman’s. “H-HEY!” she yelped, her voice agitated and shaky. “Who are you!? What do you think you’re d-doing!?” "Ah- ah..! Ah! Er..." He floundered, looking terrified. It was the sight of that rolled up newspaper that did it, the frog man gave a startled yelp and took a flying leap along the line of the duplex. The lake! The lake or a river or water and he could easily get away! "D-don't hit m-me! I'm s-s-so-so-so-sorry!" He cried as he fled. Dee ducked, yelping again and covering her head, as the frog man took off. Oh what’s wrong with me? she scolded herself. It’s another islander…b-but he was eating my birds!!Of course, they weren’t *her* birds, but Dee had always been protective of the patrons of her feeders. She blinks and curses, dropping the newspaper as she stands up. “WAIT! I didn’t mean to… Awww, s**t…HEY, WAIT!! I’m sorry!!” Against her better judgment, she races after the frog. “I didn’t mean anything by it! Wait up!” "I w-was j-just hungry!" He explained, "S-sorry!" He landed with a heavy thud amongst the grass, huddling down in a potato-shaped ball, his arms and legs tucked in tightly as he peered up at her in terror. He lifted his arms up over his head protectively in case when she caught up, she still was armed. Dee skids to a halt a few feet away, and she’s unarmed. Her arms are out, palms facing the changed man, as if trying to placate him—but she’s easily as shaken as he. “I-It’s okay…I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you were a cat…” she bites her lower lip. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She pushes her glasses up her nose. “My name’s Dee…and I just want to talk.” Newt flinched backward, peering up between his arms anxiously. Another human! Two in one day! "Y-you're.... ah..." Blast! Blast blast hell damn balls! He wanted to hop away, but that would have been exceedingly rude. He had been relieved that Alexa seemed to at least somewhat understand the island, the idea of having to explain things all over again made the frog internally groan. She didn't seem *shocked* by him though, which was an improvement, he supposed... No, Dee didn’t seem shocked… just exasperated and nervous. “I’m new here, yeah…I just moved in last week,” she backed up a foot or two, not wanting to intrude on the islander’s personal space *too* badly. “And you just surprised me, is all. I can get a little… protective…of my bird-feeders.” From this distance, she was able to get a better look at him, too… and her expression gradually changes from anxious to curious. His throat inflated and deflated in a distressed croak before he slowly lowered his arms, "S-sorry... sorry... I... I w-wo-wo-won't... I w-wo-won't b-bother them again..." At least not while she might be watching. He twisted his nobbly fingers, swallowing down a clump of feathers that had gotten lodged behind a tooth. “Thanks… but I still feel bad for bothering you. There..there are a lot of house sparrows around. They’re an introduced species…do you know what they look like?” She gestures as she speaks, trying to be helpful, trying to make up for her outburst. “I can show you what they look like… you can eat those all you want. They…they’re not supposed to be here. They’re pests.” As the woman chatters along, she takes the opportunity to study the frog man. "In-in-introduced sp-sp-species?" Underneath the stutter, it was evident he wasn't American, but even the sing song of the Welsh accent didn't seem to do much for his stammer. "Ah... w-well... I... er... sup-sup-suppose... I... I eat lots of th-things... b-b-be-be-besides birds, I mean!" He didn't want her to think he was some... homicidal bird murderer or something terrible like that! He had a wide repitour of what he would eat. Dee nodded, watching him. “I understand…I-I was just sayin.’” Her voice, on the other hand, was clearly American. “I don’t suppose the cafeteria holds much interest to you these days? Probably healthier to find your own...” "I... I... I d-don't like... y-you know... g-going in th-those p-p-places anymore," He said into the backs of his hands as he shifted back to crouch uneasily, rather than huddle in a ball. He eyed her cautiously, trying so hard to be civil when it was evident instinct was screaming in his round froggish ears to hop away as fast as he could. Dee frowned. She’d been around many critters before, and could tell when one wanted to bolt. She leaned down, then sat down, moving slowly so as to not further startle him. Perhaps with a smaller profile, she’d be less intimidating. “What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?” Indeed, his breathing slowed a little as she came down more to his level. He took a crawling step backwards, fiddling with the grubby elastic of his swim trunks, "N-n-nuh-Newton. Newton Fuh..f..ff... Newton Filinas." He glanced up at her, about to add, "Sir," but feeling it was wrong, but if he guessed incorrectly he could be in for a serious beating. He decided to play it safe and stay polite. “Good to meet you, Newton,” she nodded. “My name is Diane Creedwater, but you can call me ‘Dee.’” The woman tilts her head and folds her hands in her lap. “I hope it’s okay if we can talk for a little bit--you’re one of the first people I’ve met—but I don’t want you to feel forced.” She tries to keep her voice sounding as kind as possible, but there’s s always that fascinated edge to her tone. "Ah... n-no... no... no, I... I c-can.. can talk..." He frowned, glancing back and forth carefully before sitting down properly and lowered his legs into a more human-like sitting position. His throat danced with every breath, his eyes trembling from her into a sweeping motion around them, to the tree line, to the path, back to her and then around again. “Oh-kaaaay…” Dee muttered, glancing around occasionally to try and see what he was looking at. “Is something wrong? What, uh, is there something you’re looking for?” "Ah? N-no... no... no the v-v-village j-just... m-makes me ner-ner-nervous, is all," He answered quietly. Tigers and wolves in the jungle, Guards everywhere... he had a corkscrew stolen from the beach bar hidden away on his person, but he couldn't get in trouble again. Only for emergencies. Right. Maybe this... nice person would have some of the things he needed? She seemed like the type to support recycling. This idea to get the supplies he craved seemed to give him a little more confidence. He flopped forward onto all fours in a crouch again and inched towards her with equal amount of curiosity. The woman smiles and tries to stay as still and unimposing as possible. “Well, that’s fair enough. Is there something you needed? Uh…besides a snack…” With that, Dee’s smile looks a bit forced for a moment. “Maybe I could help?” Her reasons for offering are slightly selfish—she’s finding this place more and more interesting every day—but she also still feels terribly alone, and needs all the allies she can get. He glanced down, rubbing the back of his thick neck with a webbed hand bashfully, "W-well... ah... I.. um... if... if it's n-not... er... im-im-imposing... I mean..." He drew in a sharp breath. What was he so scared of? What was the worst she could really do? "KrrKIT!" His throat jumped and he straightened a bit, "I... I... I c-col-col-col-collect um... cer-certain th-things..." Dee is startled by his croak, but almost as quickly starts trying to identify it. Ack… concentrate, woman. She blinks for a second and regains her composure. “No trouble…I’ll help where I can. What, sort of things do you collect?” The edges of her mouth curl up into that queer little grin again. His face lit up and he hopped closer a foot or two. "Ah... w-well... er... c-cans and.. and b-bo-bo-bottles and... and any st-string and r-rope or... or if... if you have any sp-spare t-tools or... or anything?" His voice dropped down into a low, paranoid croak. Assume they weren't watching. Right. They were always watching. Damn! Alright, just stay calm... He bounced slightly, bobbing a little as though having to stop himself from leaping away again. Dee is oblivious to his paranoia regarding ‘They’…she simply thought he was still nervous of her. “Well, I have some empty wine bottles, and plastic water bottles. Maybe a few soda cans...would that help? The tools I was using are borrowed… I think I’d get in a touch of trouble if I simply handed them over without asking.” She pauses. “Then again…maybe I can let *you* borrow them if you promise not to feed on any birds too close to my room?” "Ah... ah... r-re-re-really?" He perked up at that, "Wh-what... what sort of tools? Any... b-bits of wire? s-something... s-something I c-could cut w-wood with? Or... or j-just strip b-bark, even... I... I had this sh-sharp stone, but I k-keep... nicking m-myself in the process and... and it d-do-do-doesn't work very well... krrKIT! Ah..." He cleared his throat, shifting in his crouch again while trying not to look too desperate. “Well…just some leftover scrap wood, nails, and a hammer,” she replies, grinning while she watches him. “What are you trying to build? You could probably strip bark with the claw of the hammer…” "I... I... I w-want to make... ah... a ... a re-re-really... really st-strong, th-thin twine," He said carefully, keeping his voice soft and hesitant. Hopefully there were no microphones with labtechs on the other end listening in. “Okay, uh…” Dee’s brow furrows, trying to remember what species of tree she’s seen on the island. “Have you tried the dry husks from some of the coconut tree bark? Any other palms? They’ve got this…” she gestures as she speaks “weird thready texture. I’ve never made rope, but I imagine maybe that’s something to try?” He glanced down at the grass, head cocked and throat wobbling as he thought it through. "Ah... I... I th-think... I th-think I've... seen some m-maybe... a little... it p-p-pe-pe-peals away, right? A b-b-bit woolly?" Dee nods. “Yeah… what if you tore that into small strips, and twisted a few strips together? Keep it pulled tight…” It sounds plausible, but she really has no idea what she’s talking about. Newt was picturing it, though, his hands twisting as he thought about how he might have to secure them in order to keep them taught- maybe attach it to a stick and hold that under his feet while he worked, perhaps? He'd seen a few of those trees, some near his swamp. "Ah... th-thank... thank you M-miss... er... Dee... um... An... Anything you have to offer," He tapped his hand against his heal to keep rhythm. She had been nice enough to tolerate him this long, he should at least try to put an effort in to make it less annoying. "And... and m-maybe... something to c-carry it in, th-that... th-that would be won-won-wonderful!" “That should be easy… you can have one of my duffels,” she shrugged. “Doesn’t sound like I’ll be going on a trip any time soon…and right now it’s just clutter. And you’re very welcome, Newton.” Dee doesn’t find him annoying in the least. On the contrary, she’s sympathetic to people who stutter; she had a speech impediment as a child. He gapes at her, as though unsure of how to respond to this kindness, his mouth opening and closing a few times. He liked this Dee! It was then he suddenly wondered what sort of creature she would become... something furry or something... like him or something strange like an insect or something he'd want to eat? Anything seemed strange. He couldn't quite see her as anything but a monkey. "Th-th-tha... tha-tha-thank you ver-ver-ver... thank you s-so much, you have n-no idea!" The woman blushes and waves a hand. “Don’t worry about it!” Dee laughs. “And I think I’ll throw in that hammer after all.” Her expression gets a shade cynical. “I got it from the labs, but I don’t think I’ll give it back. Heh. Some revenge *that* is, eh? Oh, I’m just so very bad.” She rolls her eyes and shrugs. “But what’s the worst they can do? Besides whatever they’ve got planned for me…” "Th-there's... ah... l-lots they c-can do, r-really..." He answered timidly, but inched towards her as though eager for her to retrieve these prizes for him. "Th-they... th-they con-con-control everything here... th-they... they can re-re-really do as they please." Her expression gets a little colder. “Well, I still have a mind of my own, an at this very moment? I’m going to help you. C’mon…the stuff’s back at the duplex.” Wait, didn’t he say he was scared of the village? “Oh…or, you could tell me where you live and I can come to you…” "Ah... y-yes... yes, th-that... th-th-that sounds b-best," He motioned aa hand, "I... ah... if... if you go in, about.. about a ha-ha-half m-mi-mile in st-straight that way... j-just... f-follow the stream along until you get to.... to a little p-po-po-pond... um... m-mind your st-steps..." Something else seemed to occur to him and he perked up again, "Oh! Ah... and... if... d-do you... I m-mean... a sp-spare mug and... and some t-tea bags?" It had taken a lot of care and timing which was followed by a heated chase and a near-buzzing, but he had managed to steal himself a kettle from the kitchen recently, but he didn't dare try to raid again any time soon. Dee stands and wipes off her shorts as the frog man explains. “I’ll see what I can do, Newton, no problem.” She’ll try to make it look like she’s going on another birdwatching-picnic. He nodded, the corners of his wide mouth quirking up into a smile. "Thank you..." He repeated, "I'll... I'll m-meet you there?" She gives him a jaunty little salute and a dorky grin. “Yessur, I will. You can count on it.” Dee turns on her heels and trots back in the direction of her village, smirking. For her, this is pretty darn rebellious…and she’s getting a weird little thrill out of it. He was thrilled as well, bobbing again before leaping off in the direction of his pond. This wouldn't be so hard after all. He just had to be careful.
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