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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 3:43 pm
He looked away out of courtesy, so not to stare obscenely at Victor’s odd form. The dual mouths moving in sync while there was only one voice was creeping him out something bad, but he had to keep it together.
It was an accident that Victor had been called, but he’d selflessly answered the call with for help with the comradery others seemed to share. Jordan didn’t really share in that comradery. As much as he wanted to have friendly relations, he’d stand-offishly distanced himself early on by siding with Moreau in exchange for his protections, something he wasn’t entirely certain that he could escape if he tried. Jordan had ‘Property of Doctor Moreau’ stamped on his forehead in permanent ink- metaphorically speaking. Since being ‘layed off’ from his duties, Jordan was making amends to those he’d hurt, and while Seth had reluctantly accepted, Richard would not. Jordan himself –for the measures he was taking to gain their trust, their friendship, and their forgiveness, didn’t quite know how long it would be before he next betrayed them all for Moreau’s protection.
He listened to Victor’s proclamations of friendship and it made him well with tears once more. Jordan wheeled himself backwards, away from his guest and maneuvered the wheelchair best he could, with those large paws, back to the position he’d found it when he’d awoken. He sat there, turning his head away to face the wall and bit his bottom lip. “W-why do you care..? you’re being so nice to me.. and I’m just trouble to everyone who comes into contact with me” he sighed, assuming that Victor didn’t know his past deeds to some of the others. “Maybe I should have died out there.. it might have saved everyone a lot of strife in the long-run..”
Victor had his own life. He had his own problems. He couldn’t babysit the coward who was afraid to leave his quarters. Jordan nodded in reluctant understanding. He spoke softer. “I almost died.. you can’t imagine what that feels like..” He winced, the pain returning in steady force, utterly a yelp “V-Victor.. my pain pills..” he pointed, clutching his chest as he leaned forward. He wasn’t looking good and leaning towards falling to the floor as he tried to keep rooted in his wheelchair.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 4:30 pm
"You rrathherr I didn't ccome at all? jusssssst iggnorred yourr phhoneccall forr hhelp? I wasssss learrningg to be a docctorr to hhelp people withh thheirr prroblemsssss, Thhatsss whhy I ccarred enougghh to crrawl out hherrre whhen you ccalled! Hhelpingg People, thhatsssss whhat I wanted to do withh my life, not to prrejudgge people or turrrn thhem away whhen thhey need hhelp" Victor hissed though his teeth, crawling closer to Jordan's turned back in the wheelchair.
"I ccan Exacctly imaggine whhat it migghht hhave felt likke, Lookk at Me Jorrdan, Everrytime I've changged....itssss ggetsssss worrssssse, I hhave hhearrd of isssslanderrsss thhat Hhave died frrom Ccompliccationsssss, and I hhave sssssufferred nothingg but Ccompliccationssss, and I am afrraid forr eacchh time I chhangge if I am ggoingg to die orr if I'm Ggoing to Live"
Victor stopped there as jordan clutched his chest and asked for his painkillers.
The lizardman quickly crawling to where they were, grabbing then dropping the bottle in Jordan's lap "Need sssssome waterr?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 4:59 pm
Jordan fumbled to clutch the bottle, nodding to the offer of water. He fumbled with the bottle of painkillers in his awkward paws, growling in frustration as it wouldn’t open. He needed them so badly, to make the pain go away. Jordan placed the top in his mouth, chewing on the lid as he twisted the bottle open. Pills spilled on the floor, but enough were left in the bottle that he could pour two out into his paw.
“I’m glad you c-came!” he exclaimed, wincing as his lungs inflated and deflated against his repaired ribs. He breathed roughly with the onset of the real pain. It hurt so much and all over. His wounds were still far too tender to not be in a constantly medicated state. He was in pain and impatient at the moment and too much in need of his painkillers. It felt like his body was coming undone at the seams where his injuries had been sustained. “I-I’m sorry… to snap… at you…” he leaned on his arm against the wall, feeling so weak.
“You….’re not the oooonly one who’s…” a huffing breath of exhaustion “who’s… worried about dying…” another huff as his chest burned. If Victor hadn’t noticed the moving masses underneath his shirt previously, he would when he returned with the water. His mini-paws were thrashing and clawing at the shirt, snagging the fabric as only they could, hidden from sight. “I-iiiiiit’sss a surprise….*huff* in my serum… able… to defend… myself… *huff* ..when it’s over..” his eyes fluttered as he tried to hold on. All the emotional outbursting on his first day out of the labs was proving taxing on his broken mind and shattered spirit.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 5:28 pm
Victor scuttled off towards the bathroom after finding a glass to put the water in, struggling to reach the sink and turn it on to fill the glass, slipping down to the floor twice before finally getting the task done, crawling back with the glass in a hand. "I kknow I'm not thhe only one, thhatsssss worrrried about dyingg, but thhatsss not thhe only thhingg people worrrry about."
The lizardman got to Jordan's chair, and held up the glass for Jordan, blinking as he then noticed the small mini-paws wiggling under Jordan's shirt, staring at them a moment. "Whhatssss thhat underr yourr shhirrt?" Victor asked as he sair back down, looking up at the dogman. "Whhat do you mean a ssssurrprrisssse? You need to Talkk to me Jorrdan."
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 5:53 pm
Jordan popped the pills clumsily, but got them into his mouth, chasing them down with the glass of water. It was clear he hated pills by the way that he gagged, chugging the entire glass of water to ensure tat they hadn’t come up a second time. “Thanks…” he seemed to calm down a bit by the act of taking the pills, though the pain hadn’t gone away. It was the notion of knowing that the pills would make the pain subside in time.
He struggled to keep his secondary paws still but they were in a state of frantic unrest. They acted and reacted just like his primary arms or legs would. He’d wanted to keep them low-key and under wraps. They were hideous abominations of his degrading human form. He lowered his head as he gripped the bottom of his shirt that didn’t cover his midrift for an inch or two. Jordan sighed. He wasn’t sure I he wanted to show Victor… but… if anyone could understand.. couldn’t he..?
“Prepare yourself… this… is disturbing…” Jordan lifted the shirt and the paws flailed into view. They were a much smaller, not fully formed set of canine paws emerging from his torso like alien chest-bursters. “Something’s wrong with me.. I’m afraid something’s going wrong with my serum, Victor..” he lifted his face with an expression of frightened uncertainty.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 6:13 pm
Victor looked at the secondary paws curiously, actually reaching out and brushing one of them with his hand before patting Jordan's knee
"Jorrdan...If ssssomethhingg wasss wrrongg withh yourr ssssserrum, thhinggssss woud hhave ggotten alot worrssssse alrready. I mean, Rricchharrd hhasss an extrra pairr of armssss, if sssomethhingg wasss wrrongg, you'd lookk likke me."
The Lizardman's tongue slid out of his mouth again, wiggling while he spoke
"Thhat doesssn't mean nothhingg issss wrrongg withh you. You'rre terrrrified of leavingg your duplexs Jorrdan, and thhatssss a prroblem, you ccan't sssstay hhidden in hherre Forreverr. I trried mysssself afterrr my ssseccond cchhangge, it didn't worrk Jorrdan" Victor paused long enough to pull his tongue back into his upper snout before going on. "Thhossse extrra pawsss, thhey arren't dissssturrbingg...."
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 6:43 pm
No one had ever touched one of those wriggling secondary paws before and it sent shuddering, icy shivers up and down his spine. The paw moved and reached back, which… he didn’t know it would or could do that. “I… guess? I mean… at least I didn’t turn into a woman… but… my changes… they’re happening so fast!” he huffed, trying not to become too excited again. “My first change.. I was covered head to toe in fur.. I lost my hands and feet to paws.. and I already had a fully-grown tail.” He looked worried still, though Victor may have struck a point. If something was wrong, he could be reduced to a multi-limbed deformity of some poor creature.
He listened to Victor lecture him about being afraid. He hadn’t known Victor long enough to know what he’d gone through in his first change and he wasn’t sure which change the reptile was in. “According to Awen… there’s four injections and four transformations.. I’m only halfway there.. that’s why I’m worried. I don’t look like anyone else. It’s been a struggle to control myself.. the canine habits, instincts, whatever keep bleeding through. I’m losing my humanity… The less human I become, the more overpowering these urges and instincts become..” He had to take a breather from that long-winded exposition.
“I can smell and hear things no human ever could.. I can r--- I could run…” he looked away melodramatically on that note “as fast as my legs would take me.” he looked back at Victor “And I was enjoying giving in to those urges! That’s not normal!”
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 7:20 pm
"Thhat....isss one thhingg I won't experriancce or hhave to worrrry about: animal inssssticctsss, itssss thhe reasssson I've beccome likke thhisssss Jorrdan" Victor closed his snout again, drawing the long tongue back in.
"Thhey trried to fix my sssserrum to ssssprressss thhosssse urrgges Jorrdan, and....thhisssss issss thhe ressssult, I've hhad thhrree injecctionssss, I thhinkk you ggot thhe betterr deal...you jusssst hhave to learrn ssssome contrrrol"
Victor's upper mouth kept moving while he spoke, dispite his best efforts to try and keep it still, the tongue occationally flicking out. "You....ccan't let yourrssself be takken overr by yourr insstincctsss, but you ccan't....ccompletely iggnorre thhem, itsssss up to you to find thhat balanccce." The lizardman's tail flicked to the side, then back again.
"And I ggot thhe biggerr tail, and I don't thhinkk thherre is anyone elsssse thhat lookksss anythhingg likke me" Victor have a short chuckle at that, looking up at Jordan and trying to get him to turn around in his wheelchair to better face him. "Hhow you feelingg? thhosssse painkillerrssss worrkingg? need ssssomethhingg to eat?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 7:42 pm
If there was anything anyone on the island could have said to make Jordan’s jaw go slack, it was that statement alone. “No animal instincts?!” he couldn’t help but exclaim incredulously as he turned his chair about. “How do you cope with the changes without losing your sanity? I mean.. it’s hard enough for me to deal with them while being torn between the conflict of my human and animal counterparts.” Jordan rubbed his forehead awkwardly with a paw. “I’m not entirely human, nor animal and both are tearing me apart for control.”
He listened to Victor’s advice on needing to control the animal before it controlled him. He wasn’t sure if it was as easy as that. He was having a difficult time, as everyone must have at some point. E was at that crucial crux that could determine how he developed from here-out.
Jordan gave a soft chuckle. Victor was trying. It must be so much harder for him to go through such bizarre changes while retaining his human mind. He’d been distracted until now about the fact that he hadn’t eaten and taking painkillers on an empty stomach… well.. they distributed through his system faster than expected. “A little.. yeah..” and the mention of food made his stomach grumble loudly. “I don’t remember the last time I ate..” That made Jordan look to the door. Was Victor going to make him go out? He lowered his head, in fear of the outside world, his ears drooping more doglike than before.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 8:12 pm
"I've hhad sssssome verrry bad daysssss Jorrdan, I'll admit thhat" Victor said quietly, not wanting to think on those hard days and times.... "Nobody issss thhe ssssame oncce thhey arrive on thhe issssland" Victor said as he looked towards the door.
"I won't makke you ggo out to thhe cafe thhissss time to eat, but I ccan't ggo runningg out forr you everrytime....but i'll be bacckk in a ssshhorrt whhile" Victor said as he got the door open, and slipped outside. The lizardman was gone for sometime, but Victor came back, and knocked on the door again, waiting until Jordan opened the door before coming back in, with a bag of food.
"Ggot a ccouple ssteakksss forr you...ssome cchhicckken too"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 8:24 pm
By the sounds of it, Victor was going to see to it that Jordan overcame his fear of going outside. Jordan was only glad not to be pushed so soon. The lizardman seemed to understand Jordan’s predicament or maybe he was playing head games? Reverse psychology? Or… something? He didn’t know, but by the time Victor came back with food, Jordan was feeling pretty good, numbed. The pain was under control for now. That’s the only reason Jordan wasn’t totally in terror of answering the door. Well, that and his hunger seized him. The smell of those steaks and that chicken assaulted his nose. He’d wheeled to the door, salivating at the smell of such succulent meats, to open the door for Victor without hesitation. His stomach growled fiercely as he had to restrain himself from reaching for the food outright.
"Foood... oh man, I'm so hungry!" he moved back so Victor could come inside. "Thank you so much. I owe you one."
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 8:40 pm
"Sssssshhould be enougghh thherre forr today.....and sssome forr luncchh tomorrrrrow" Victor reached up and set the bag in Jordan's lap, letting the door close behind him as he sat down. "You ggo ahhead and eat...I'll ssticckk arround forr you, and don't worrrry about rrepayingg me now....you ccan rreturrn thhe favorr anothherr day"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 8:47 pm
He needed reflexively as he bit into one of the steaks with a large bite. He was ravenous and hungry dogs were known for wolfing their food. However, Jordan didn’t even get more than halfway through one steak before it’d started slipping out of his paws. It was still in his mouth though as he was falling asleep. His eyes were half-closed, saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth, mixed with meat juice. His arms had fallen to his sides with the meat in his mouth, mumbling incoherently. The drugs were making him sleepy now and having eaten, his hunger was sated and no longer keeping him on edge.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 9:04 pm
Victor crawled over and took the food back from Jordan after he had ate his fill and the drugs had taken effect, setting the leftovers into the minifridge, before looking at the drugged dogman and wondering what to do.
"Okk Jorrdan....time to gget you to bed..." Victor said as he used his limbs to push Jordan and the wheelchair close to Jordan's bed, crawling up onto the matress to hook an arm under Jordan's armpit, to try and help pull Jordan into bed
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 9:11 pm
He was so drugged and falling asleep that his body was going limp. Even with his attempts to push himself forward when Victor had managed to pull him forward with some menial assistance. The dogman's body began a precarious descent ( like the coyote from those old cartoons glaring at a boulder falling onto him) that Victor wouldn't have time to react to, at least not escape entirely. Jordan had reached out to try hug Victor, but he'd missed and that momentum pushed him firther forward, the outstretched arms only provided cushioning for him as he physically fell on top of the lizardman, pinning him in place one way or another. The moment Jordan made contact with that bed, he was out cold.
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