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 Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:41 am
Bobby almost frowned. Another new arrival? Well, she had expected that. New arrivals were probably weekly here. Of course, she didn't know many people anyways, with how she stayed so far away from the others.
This one didn't seem to notice her changes. At the moment, she tried to hide her stomach, which had the most inexplainable of them all... of course, obesity was a problem almost anywhere, so why should anyone question her obscene appearance.
"I cannot say I have seen her, is she a friend of yours?" Looking around, the woman caught sight of her bag. She nodded to it with a gentle smile, "Are you hungry? I have some food if you want it."
The pig in her protested, it was her food, but Bobby's nuturing nature won the argument... she would hate for anyone to go hungry.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:49 am
Oddly, she wasn't hungry at all, though lord knows when she last ate. Angharad looked to the side.
"I'm fine, thankyou..." She looked as if she was about to say something more, and then suddenly the words all came out in a rush.
"This is a dream, isn't it? I met a talking bear called David, and he said we were going to turn into animals, and that that," she pointed at the laboratory building high up on the mountainside above with it's ominous sign, "place was going to turn us all into animals somehow, and, and..." her breath was catching much quicker in her throat now, still raw from the days breathing chloroform, and she tried not to hyperventilate. This woman would tell her that it was all a dream, and that when she woke up Fiona would be standing there with a guilty grin and they'd be back at Peace River.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:57 am
Bobby frowned once more. "Talking bear... David?" then, it all clicked, "Oh Chubbs! Well, I think he is actually a combination... bear, tasmanian devil, and.... oh what was the last?" After a pause, Bobby's eyes lit up as she remembered, "Ah yes! A wolverine!"
"Unfortunately, dear, it is not a dream... Although, I wish it was, at least dreams are supposed to be pleasant." With a grunt of effort, Bobby sat back and made her way so she was sitting on her cushioned rumped, her many-nipples displayed. "This is a nightmare, and as you can tell, I've already started to change."
After grabbing her bag, Bobby put her black-tipped hand in and withdrew an apple. "Until recently, I wasn't this... disgusting. And as far as I can tell, the laboratories don't really change you. That's just where you get your first shot. I was in my duplex when I.... " the woman paused and looked down at her body. She physically flinched, "when I... mutated."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:07 am
Her eyes slowly widened as she realised that once more she was not safe. She knew the David bear? And.. she was changed, Angharad realised with a sick feeling in her stomach. She sat down carefully on the sand, knowig that this time she would not give into hysterics. If this was a dream, she was damn well going to beat it, no matter how scared she was on the inside.
"So... duplex.. is that the place we live, in that box village?" She absently itched her arm again, and then froze mid-action. They got injected, this woman confirmed it... what if she had had a shot also? Horror suddenly reflected on her face.
"Excuse me!" Cutting off whatever answer was forthcoming, and realising that her sleeve would not roll up far enough, the brown-haired girl almost feverishly pulled the musty top over her head. At least they'd left her her original underwear, whatever old clothing she'd been given. Twisting her head round to the side, she saw it.
The unmistakeable small weal where a needle had entered her skin.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:18 am
Bobby wasn't quite sure how to take the girls reaction. She leaned back slightly as if in pain as the girl saw her... situation. The woman knew she was turning into a fat, disgusting thing. What exactly, she wasn't entirely sure.
"Yeah, the place you live 'in that box village' would be your duplex.... The closest thing to home." At the last word, Bobby sighed painfully. How she wanted to go home, if only to see her children and husband again. Now, she was reluctant... this was not the way she wanted them to see her, ever.
As the girl fumbled with her shirt, Bobby watched calmly, taking chunks off her apple silently. Her bottom canines were a problem, but that would just have to take getting used to. Seeing the tell-tale sign of the needle entrance, the woman remained silent.
After a pause, she tried to break the air, "Do you know the girl you are searching for? This, Fiona?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:25 am
Angharad remained dumb for amoment, just staring at her arm. After a while she slowly surfaced, pulling the shirt back over her bruised body in a daze. When she looked back at Bobby she seemed in a kind of daze.
"Fiona.. my best friend. We were.. going to liberate the animals... at Feral Labs. We got caught.. Fiona was there, we were both there. I should be making sure she's okay..."
The sensibleness and practicality inside Angharad was doing it's best to tie down firmly the hysterical, lost reaction that had been threatening to overwhelm all. So, she was going to mutate into an animal, somehow. If they'd done that to Fiona...
"My.. my name's Angharad," she said, after an awkward pause. "Sorry for not introducing myself earlier.."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:30 am
Bobby frowned. Yet another victim... although the story was very unique. She couldn't imagine what the girl was turning into... much like in her case, the woman was too afraid to ask. But, at least she had a friend from the outside with her. The two of them will always have each other on this forsaken island.
Bobby resisted the urge to give the girl a hug, but as she didn't know how she would react to getting a hug from a woman with rolling fat and too many nipples... well, the woman resisted.
At the introduction, she smiled a little. Introductions.... why was she herself always forgetting those? "I am Bobby, and no need to apologize, I didn't do it either." She laughed a little at that, wasn't she supposed to be role model, both as a police officer and a mother?
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:35 am
"Is that short for Roberta? My cousin is called that," Angharad said, the random fact surfacing inher mind while it was busy controlling other emotions. She was still feeling a little dazed.
"So.. are we stuck here forever? How many people are there? There are a lot of houses..." A finger trailed in the sand in front of her, idle circles and squiggles, muddy green eyes far away.
"I think we're a long way from Canada."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:54 am
With a nod and a bright smile, fangs flashing, Bobby laughed low in her throat, "Yeah, my mother thought I should have a nice, black-woman name! I don't mind it... and besides, it was always fun when..." The woman eyed the girl. She might as well tell her. At least two people knew about her previous profession. "It was always fun when we'd ask some guys which cop they would want to do something or ever... and then when they see that 'Bobby' is really a woman... well, what a priceless expression!"
At the sadness of the girl, Bobby reached over and put a comforting hand on Angharad's shoulder. She still didn't try a hug, "Yeah, we are here forever. I heard that there were thirty-six people here already... but that was weeks ago."
She didn't even try the Canada comment.... having been unconscious the whole way here, she had no idea. Heck, she didn't even know what day it was or how much time had passed since her arrival.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:00 am
This time she barely flinched at the sight of the fangs. For some reason everything was sinking slowly into a fog in Angharad's mind, and not really registering. Instead, she looked up at the woman and smiled. "So you were a police officer? I thought.. ha, when we set out that nihgt, the worst I expected was a night in the cells from the police. Turns out Feral Labs are even worse, huh?" She laughed a little bitterly.
She still leaned into the odd touch. Even if she was alone, even if somehow Fiona had managed to escape, was back home in Peace River right now wondering where she was... at least she was safe. And Angharad was here, on this beach, on some godforsaken island, going to be turned into.. God knows what. A monsterous animal-person.
But thirty-six others! It was a wonder how no authorities had ever noticed... how would they explain where she and Fiona had gone? Angharad remembered with another guilty lurch that she hadn't put that note on the kitchen table. For all her mother knew, she had run off in the night... She hugged her knees, eyes distant, knowing that crying wouldn't help.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:05 am
Bobby nodded with a sigh and took back her hand. She also kicked herself for smiling so much... those bottom canines were such a hassle and not the best when trying to be non-intimidating. "Yeah I was a police officer... but I don't think you should have been too concerned about a jail cell. You look too young to be admitted into one. How old are you? Sixteen, seventeen?"
But, the 'prison' of feral labs was much worse than anything Bobby or her district would be able to come up with... Hell, the people left to their own devices in New York City could come up with worst prisons. Right now, Bobby wouldn't mind being in a jail cell rather than the island. They didn't get a choice, though...
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:12 am
"Eighteen, actually," and at this Angharad laughed slightly. "Though I look young for my age, I guess. And to be honest.. Fiona and I were breaking and entering." She looked humble, before a frown grew on her face. "It was disgusting, what they were doing to the animals. When we heard from our PETA branch that they were building a lab in our town... we had to do something." She looked up, out to sea, and tears were spilling down her face, even if she continued talking calmly.
"Turns out they do even worse stuff to us here. David, the bear man... he said it was Moreau. And Moreau's the head man, isn't he?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:17 am
"Eighteen?" Bobby mulled over that for a minute. "I guess they would have put you in a cell then... maybe. Usually with animal activists, it is just for show, and just for a short time. But I would have to agree with you.... no offense to the animals, but Feral Labs has worse experiments than them."
"Yeah, Nicholas Moreau at least own Feral Labs. I am guessing that this Island is his own personal hobby. Quite frankly, I didn't put two-and-two together right away. He gave me my shot personally, but beyond being like any other doctor, I didn't see what was happening." With a kind of crude snort through her nose, Bobby gave a half grin, "Of course, who would ever think this was happening?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:25 am
"No-one." The girl laughed shortly. "I can't even believe what's going on... it's too strange. I mean, how does it even work? How can one injection cause our bodies to mutate?" She looked sideways at the chubby woman, and then down at the floor.
"Does it.. does it hurt?" She whispered, hand creeping up to her own arm where the shot mark still itched spitefully.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:33 am
Billy had been unusually quiet these past few days since his return to his duplex. His wounded tentacle still hurt, itching terribly as he supposed it was begining to regenerate itself. He shuddered at the thought, and therefor tried not to think about it. The morning he decided to venture out again, he noticed a plate of strange crab-cake looking things with a note from Aubrey. He snorted after reading it. Right. Like he should believe that she'd just make him crabcakes to make up for cutting off his ball and driving him to drunken self-mutilation. He'd get a second opinion befor eating them. He wasn't stupid.
Scooping it up in his mitten-like hands, he wandered down the path towards the beach- on a lovely day like this, *someone* had to be out there... maybe Antony would be surfing or something.
It wasn't long befor he did, in fact, notice two figures on the sand. From this distance, he couldn't recognize either of them- he didn't recall meeting a fat black woman and a young girl like the one he saw. No matter, he was sure they still might be helpfull. "Hoy!" He called, striding closer.
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