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 Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:36 pm
Timothy sat by the beach again. He was near some construction that appeared to be going on at night or something. When less peole were around. It looked like it was going to be some kind of beach side bar. Timothy closed his eyes for a moment and stretched his legs into the water. He was still wearing black, but his recent beach trips had him wearing a black shirt and a pair of black shorts.
My heart is like the shore...
...your hatred is the water that rushes against me.
No no, that was a shitty line, Timothy thought. Sometimes the music came, sometimes it didn't. He leaned back and laid against the sand, his guitar resting right beside him.
He had been laying there for maybe half an hour, letting the water lick his feet and listening to the waves and the rustling of the palm trees. Then, there was a sploshing of foot steps in the water nearby and a shadow loomed above Timmy.
"YO."
When he opened his eyes, he saw a dark skinned man looking at him from above. The man looked scruffy and strangely exotic - almost Hawaii or Polynesian in appearance, except for the weird blue eyes.
"I'm... Timothy. Just arrived, ummm, studying music." Timothy shrugged his eyes partially obscured by his hair.
"I can umm... move. If this is like your spot" Timothy looked very intimidated by the slightly looming appearance, despite the nice demeanor of the Dude.
"Ah." - the Dude said flatly. A new subject. Ah ... here we go again ...
Putting a brave grin on his face he walked completely out of the water and flopped his extra large feet in Timmy's face: "Nice to meet you, Timothy. Check out mine built in flippers. Aren't they cool?"
"Ahhh!" Timothy screamed like a little girl and scrambled back a bit. "Who the... what the hell are you..."
"The abominable fish man" - the Dude continued to grin at Timmy. Cuz he just couldn't handle another one of the the angsty spiels he had given the day before to Karma. It broke him inside. He as still bleeding. ******** Moreau. Why the ******** where they supposed to do his dirty work. Couldn't the rich ******** have hired a psychologist or something?
"The what? Is this some sort of joke? Lo... look whatever it is you want or whatever joke. You win, you got me... just... weird..." Timothy felt a little bad as suddenly he remembered all the times he'd been called weird.
...your such a weirdo...
...such a freak...
...scared little chicken s**t p***y...
God, he was so freaked he couldn't even think of lyrics. Bet this would have made an interesting song too, not his normal type though. Say something not so damn rude. "Ahhh... sorry."
"Hey, no insulting my brand new flippers over here, man." - the Dude grinned mockingly. "C'mon. Don't you want a pair?"
"Ahhh... not really. What happened to your feet?" Timothy looked rather nervous about all of this. Of course Timothy looked nervous a lot but this was defintly a bit worse.
"Didn't they tell you? Must have been in the fine print ... I suppose you are not the type to read fine prints, huh?" - the Dude plopped down onto the sand next to Timothy. "The paradise ain't free here. Cuz you get to ... what ... study music here, they get to turn you into a cute and cuddly beast man, just like me. You got the injection, right?"
The Dude himself wasn't sure whether this was more or less cruel then juat blurting it all out. At least the panic state was approached step wise, instead of going form 0 to 100, like what happened to Karma. Karma ... he wanted kill Moreau for bringing her to the island.
"The injection...?" Timothy started to sob, "I knew it... I knew nothing good ever happens to me without a catch." Timothy was odviously taking this poorly. He also was only 18 and his self-depressional hormones were raging.
Timothy thought for a moment, wait, this didn't make sense. He wipped away his tears. "This is a joke right... like... some kind of TV show." Facisist television that got off on the misfortune of others. He'd just cried like a baby about it all. Oh they had him bad.
"Nope" - the Dude answered calmly. GOD, he was going to have to hug this guy after all. yeah well, you can do that, you selfish a**. The boy's life is being crushed, you can try to be sensitive for a sec here. Nobody but Moreau is watching and he has seen you jerk off, most likely, by now, so who cares ...
He put his finned hand into Timothy's face: "Feel. Does this look fake to you?"
"I... don't believe you..." Timothy stood up and grabbed his guitar sobbing and started to walk off. "My life sucks", he though, "but this can't be real." "Stop," Timothy sniffled as he started walking away. "******** with me."
The Dude furrowed his brow and swore under his breath. Great, now he also would get to chase this princess ... at least everyone else had believed him right away. He tried to stop the guy with words
"Suit yourself, Timothy. See ya around ..."
Timothy kept running away and then after a moment stopped. "Your really serious?"
Timothy sobbed "If your telling the truth this..." he sniffed again. "...******** sucks."
"What sucks?" - the Dude blinked innocently at Timothy. "Hey, you get to play guitar all day long, I am sure. Provided they haven't decided to turn you into a fish or something. I mean, you came here to study music, right?".
Yeah, remain positive, project happy thoughts, they'll have enough to angst about without your help.
"But... but... I was going to prepare here for a while, practice..." Timothy sniffled, "... then maybe get landed by one of the smaller record labels."
Timothy started babbling "...not the big ones you understand. I don't want to be a facisist sellout... but... but..." Timothy's tears grew thicker and made it hard for him to see.
With a heavy sigh, the Dude put his flipper on Timmy's shoulder and patted his arm: "There, there. I'm sure the music industry will miss it's brightest star." he tired to sounds as grave and serious about it as possible.
"So what kind of music do you play, Timothy?" - he tried to distracted the weeping boy with a question.
"Ahhh... sad stuff. About break ups and how the world is unfair." Timothy wipped his face.
"I mean..." he sniffled again, "this is just an example of how unfair it is."
"What exactly is going on, I wanna know." Timothy's face was streaked with tears.
"Erm, maybe you should stop crying first." - the Dude patted Timmy's shoulder again and leaned back with his flippers on the sand
"I'm... not," in truth Timothy had stopped crying but his eyes were still watery and his cheeks still showed stains of the tears that had streaked down it. "I seriously... want to know."
"I dunno." - the Dude shrugged. "Ask Aubrey."
"Aubrey? The doctor?" he looked away. "I knew there was something wrong with someone that cheery."
Timothy nodded, wipped his eyes a final time. "I'm gonna... ahhh... go back to my duplex thing. To cry some more and stuff. Maybe write a song, I don't know... I don't care." he sighed and started walking off again.
He turned around realizing he'd forgotten something. "Ummm... thanks. What was your name again?"
"I'm the Dude, man. Just Dude." - he patted Timmy on the back again. "I'm in Duplex #12 if you need to talk. But there is also Ambrose in duplex#1. Or Cassidy in duplex#3. If you are more comfortable with girls, that is."
"I'm not really comfortable with anyone." Timothy said then he walked away sullen and sad.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 9:07 pm
THE LADY HAWK STRIKES AGAIN! The Dude The Dude was sitting on the beach, next to the water. In his mouth, a lit cigarette was smoldering. Well, at least one would assume it was a cigarette. A certain sweet smell was hanging in the air.
He was busy constructing something. Something that looked suspiciously like a sand castle. Slowly the Dude was picking up the wet sand with his flippers hand and letting it drip on top of the castle. He must have been at it for a while, because the construction was quite expansive and elaborate, despite a certain non-Euclidian geometry about it. Greer Greer trudged out of the jungle, physically tired and emotionally drained. Why did all the emotinal stuff happen in front of her? She wasn't the one to handle it properly!
Catching sight of the Dude, she walked over and plopped gratefully down on the sand next to him. "Hello! What are you building?" The Dude The Dude looked up at Greer and smiled widely for no particular reason, the joint still in his mouth: ""Heloooooo!" Then he looked back at the castle and pondered that question: "Babylon" - was the answer. Yeah, he was a bit high out of his mind, but it's been a while he'd done that. Heh ... what'd Greer want? Feathers looked funny. He started giggling. Greer Greer frowned, wondering why her friend was acting so oddly. Whatever was that smell? "Dude! Are you smoking marajuana?" She sounded positively scandalized. The Dude The Dude took the joint out of his mouth and looked at it then looked back up at Greer and stretched out his hand: "Yeah! Want some?" - he grinned wide. Greer "No! Of course not!" Greer stopped herself, taking a breath to calm down. She really didn't have anything against drugs and such, but having never had the occassion to encounter them had a very teetotaler's view of them.
"I'm sorry, no, no thank you." The Dude "Oh." - he looked again at the joint, then carefully put it out in the sand and put it behind his ear. Then, as he was sitting, he suddenly fell back onto the sand, and folded his flipper under his head, starring at the sky. The castle, left unattended, was licked away by the gentle waves of the lagoon.
"Wassup Greer?" - he turned his head towards her, then got preoccupied with starring numbly at the tail feathers that were pocking out from under Greer's t-shirt. "Can you shake those?" - he asked curiously. Greer She gave him a blank look. "I imagine so. Shake what?" The Dude The Dude pulled his left hand from under his head and pulled tentatively on one of the feathers: "These" - he grinned. Greer "Uh, well, yes, I suppose so. Since I can shake my bum when need be." Greer plucked at the feathers on her hands, clearly flustered. The Dude That statement caused about a minute of laughing loudly from the Dude: "Really, Greer ... when did the need arose last time ... eh? No, seriously, when does one shake one's bum? C'mon, confess, girl!" - he was having a grand time! Greer Her faced burned. "Uh, I went to a dance or two in high school." The Dude "Whoooooo! Go Greer!" - he waved his flipper around in the air, still giggling: "Show! Show!"
If any serious conversation was to continue the Dude clearly needed to be either slapped or poured cold water onto or smth ... Greer "I'd rather not, thanks." The Dude "Oh ... oh man ..."- the Dude looked up at Greer who was now clearly looking distraught and upset. Something dawned in his happy little brain: "Oh ... I'm sorry." He struggled up and looked at her. Oh no, what a mess did he make now ... Greer "S'okay." she said quietly. The Dude "Oh ... no ... s**t s**t s**t" - he stood up and walked into the water, splashing it into his face then trotted back to Greer and sat next to her. "S..sorry" - he said sheepishly, not all that happy anymore. "You came to talk about something, did you?"
Why otherwise would she have suddenly plopped on the sand next to him. Greer's time was better spent chasing bugs around the jungle. Greer "Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just met a guy named Tim, heard a song, saw him change, you know." She tried to smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. The Dude "You mean Timmy? What do you mean - change?" - the Dude tried to coax at least some of his brain cells from the party mode into pay attention mode. They all gave him the finger and continued to shake their dendrites quite happily to congo beat. Greer "You know, change. He's becoming a skunk." Realizing she'd depressed her friend, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'll go and let you have fun." The Dude The Dude grabbed Greer's hand to stop her from leaving: "Hey hey there. Hold on. Wait a sec - he turned into a skunk right in front of you? FAR ******** OUT! Was it really creepy looking? Did it happen really fast? C'mon, talk to me here." - he nodded, feigning attention and a clear mind. Greer Greer started at the hand grab and blinked, confused. "He just sweated and sprouted fur and such. If anything else happened I REALLY don't think I want to know." The Dude The Dude let go of Greer's hand and leaned back: "Skunk, huh ... was he really whiney about it all? Timmy is a bit of a fragile soul ... ya know ..." - he looked at Greer: "You seem really down, girl ..." Greer "Gah!" Letting out a yell of frustration, Greer flopped back on to the sand, not caring at all if she got wet or sandy. "I'm sorry, it's just... stress sucks, you know?" The Dude "Yes, yes it does" - the Dude nodded with full understanding. "And it sucks having to deal with other people's fears and pain and tears. It's hard to stomach." - he looked at her and then his face stretched out into a silly grin: "But there's plenty of stuff around to help you deal!" Greer She looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "I don't smoke weed, Dude." The Dude "I wasn't saying weed." - he pouted. "I can make you a drink or something..." He stared at his overly long feet and wiggled the toes: "And I am hurt, Greer. I do not judge you cuz you collects bugs, man. Don't judge the habit. It's not doing anyone any harm ... and in fact it's probably PERFECTLY legal here on the island." - he grinned wide at her, jocking. Greer Laughing despite herself, Greer rolled her eyes at him. "Okay, okay, but only because you're a big cute marshmellow man." The Dude The Dude snorted at the "cute marshmallow man" and stood up, offering Greer a hand: "Marshmallow? Nah, I'm all chocolate!" - he grinned wide, a bit woozy on his feet from sun and the herb. Greer Accepting the help up she stood, treating the Dude to a light poke in the belly. "Funny, I've never seen chocolate rebound like that before." The Dude "Oi"- the Dude protested: "It's for bouyancy. And I'm ticklish!" - with that he pocked Greer back and then trotted for the bar, cackling gleefully. The brain cells inside the blond head were still happily dancing the conga. Greer Emitting a sound that was suspiciously not unlike an undignified 'meep,' Greer gave chase. "Hey!" The Dude The Dude reached the bar first and grabbed the drink list from the counter. He looked at it blankly then put it back and grabbed the first bottle of liquor that looked colorful and poured some into two glasses. He proceeded to take two more bottles, adding some liquor from each of them. Then he poured OJ on top and tasted the brew. Heh ... not bad .... he turned around and put the mixture in front of Greer:
"Let's name this "Skunk Funk". Cheers!" - he raised his own glass. Greer She eyed the dubious mixture, grinning skeptically. "You expect me to drink that?" The Dude Energetic nodding was the answer then the Dude clinked his glass against hers and drunk the "Skunk Funk". Greer Shaking her head Greer followed suit - coughing once her's was emptied. "Boy, you sure do know how to show a girl a good time." The Dude "Nah, that's what Vasile is for" - the Dude chuckled. "For good time knock on duplex number fourteeeeeeeeen." Greer Greer decided not to ask. Instead, for reasons completely unknown to her, she smiled prettily and leaned towards the Dude, fluttering her lashes. "But I like you so much better!" The Dude He must have misheard what she just said and leaned closer: "What? Whadcha say?" Greer "I said," she leaned closer, impeled by god knew what. A small part of her brain was already freaking out. "I like you better." The Dude The pyramidal neurons inside the blond head stopped the Chachacha. Greer's face was, like, inches away from his and she was batting eyelashes and telling him that she liked him. Not having any better idea, the Dude grabbed Greer's nose and grinned wide: "I like you better then Vasile, too!"
With that he put his flipper around her shoulder and announced: "Let's drink brudershaft!" Greer Greer put her head down on her arms, shoulders shaking. The Dude Okey, when Greer did that, the neurons inside the Dude's brain started playing Beethoven's 5th symphony, instead. Was this supposed to have been a confession? Oh gods ... he panicked and hugged Greer closer with one arm, trying to pry the her hands away from her face with the other.
"No ... oh Greer, come on girl ... no leaking ..." - he started. Greer She sat back, laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. Gulping air, she did her best not to hyperventilate. "Not crying... laughing... okay!"
Wiping her face, she grinned at her friend. "You're the best, you know that?" The Dude Phew. "Oh .. heh ... thanks man!" - he blushed and scratched the back of his head. Wow, why did he overreact like that? She was clearly just laughing. "Want another drink or are you all happy and god and not stressed anymore?" Greer She shook her head, still chuckling. "No, I'm fine thanks. I think I'm going to go eat and take a nap, both of which will cement this feeling better you've made me do." On an impulse she leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading off towards the village. "Thanks again!" she called over her shoulder as she disappeared from view. The Dude Oh sweet! Kiss from a lovely maiden ^_^ He didn't deserve such love but grinned wide anyway. "Any day Greer! Thanks to you, too" - he pointed to his cheek. He he he he he ... watching Greer leave, he was dangling his legs and admiring the tail feathers. Eventually he'd persuade her to shake them. A few more Skunk Funks ...
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2005 10:40 pm
Little Sisters, Big Brothers, Medium Sized Playboys The Dude The Dude was laying on the white sand of the beach, letting his feet be licked by waves. He seemed to be happily zonked out and a big red cat was sleeping on his stomach. A certain sweet smell was hanging in the air, but by this point it was very faint. Karma It had been two days since Karma's rather abrupt encounter with Vasile and the more she thought about it, the more she'd felt it was a mistake. The "counselor" they'd had checking in on her had noticed her sudden relapse into antisocial behavior and had been sent in this morning to attempt to find out what had gone wrong. She'd remained very tight-lipped about the incident, but had simply eluded that it had been due to another of the island inhabitants. Not seeming to want to get involved in personal drama, the counselor had been satisfied and left.
Shortly afterward, she'd realized that she DID need to talk to someone. Just to get it out and gotten rid of so that she could begin to move past it and get on with her life.
It had taken well into the afternoon, but she'd finally psyched herself up enough to leave, keeping her head down and avoiding the others in case they'd already heard about it. She didn't want to be asked questions.
Her wanderings brought her to the beach where she decided, if she couldn't find someone to talk to, she would at least take comfort in being alone with the waves. She'd not gone far when she came across a familiar figure laying in the sand. Perking up, she took a few quick steps toward The Dude before stopping, hesitant.
What if HE'D heard....? What would he think of her then...?[ The Dude The Dude was still blissfully asleep in the sun, his brown skin now seemingly impervious to sun burn. But the scragly looking cat that was dozing on top of him opened one of his evil eyes and stared at the girl. Then he stood up, stretched slowly on top of the Dude's stomach and jumped down onto the sand. His tail was high up in the air, like a fluffy flag.
"Mrow." - he commented to no one in particular.
"Hrm?" - the Dude stirred, now that the weight from his stomach was gone, but wasn't quite awake yet, still. Sun burn or not, sleeping in full midday sun kinda cooks your brain ... Karma Karma took a deep breath and let it out again slowly....there really was only one way to find out, she concluded. And that was to talk to him. The worst he could tell her was to go away, right...?
Her mind informed her that, no, that was far from the worst thing he could say and she told it to kindly shut up as she tentatively continued her journey forward. "Hi." she called out, offering a wave and eyeing the cat warily, deciding she wouldn't get too close after the stories she'd been told. The Dude The cat swaggered over to Karma, just to be annoying, and rubbed himself against her leg. Then he plopped down onto the sand and started scratching with his hind leg behind the ear. The Dude, meanwhile, opened both of his eyes, and turned towards the sound. ARGH BRIGHT! He put his hand against his eyes and looked: "Mari ... I mean KARMA!" - he jerked up and sat down on the sand. "HI!" Karma She smiled, relieved to be greeted with friendliness as she approached more readily and then knit her brow as he fell over, kneeling in the sand beside him. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?" she asked, biting her lip. The Dude "Yeah" - the Dude scratched his head and then shook it, trying to wake up. "Sorry, I hope I wasn't drooling or something" - he grinned wide at Karma. Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it. "Wassup?"
Captain Morgan meanwhile finished his grooming and gracefully jumped on the Dude's lap. He really wasn't down with all this ... ground/sand/mud/floor ... business. There should be water here! WATER. Karma "Oh...uhm..." well, hell, there really was no graceful way to just launch into something like this, so she decided to take it slowly. "Not much...I just came down here for some fresh air...." she told him. "I didn't mean to wake you up if I did..." she added. The Dude "Oh, heh, the air is pretty fresh here" - the Dude stretched and petted the cat on his lap: "This is Captain Morgan by the by. I told you about him, right? Look at this lazy bum, island life is making him into a lap kitty. Getting fat on cafeteria scraps .. getting me into trouble." The cat purred contently at being petted and stretched his neck so that he could be scratched there.
"And it's okey that you woke me up. I've been waiting around here and kinda fell asleep. yah ..." - he shrugged and turned back to the cat. "Captain Morgan defaced another dog a few days ago. You see, this new guy, Vasile ... he's got himself a rat on leash he calls Brutus and my kitty lacerated his nose into linguini. And that d**k came complaining to me ... turns out he is a movie star! Did you meet him yet?" Karma Karma's noticeable cringe and flush of shame was answer enough as her eyes suddenly took great interest in the sand beneath them. The Dude The Dude looked curiously at Karma and stopped petting the cat. The girl was blushing ... hrm ... maybe Aubrey was right to gush over Vasile and he was in fact the s**t? "Ah, you did meet him, huh?" - the Dude teased. "What, got his autograph and all?" - he twitched his toes in the water. It was sooo nice on the beach ... Karma "I..um..." she faltered. "I didn't really know who he was at first." she admitted. "Not until he told me." Another pause. "I've...I've not even seen any of his movies, actually." And now she was babbling, she realized. Better than not talking at all. The Dude "Ah okey ... why are you so red?" - the Dude asked curiously ... then paused and kinda whined: "Oh, don't tell me you have a crush on him, too?" Oh god, please, not another TImmy. Hooking up Karma with pretty boy would be far more traumatizing ... for various reasons. Besides, Vasile seemed like he was really interested in Cassidy yesterday ... Karma "Oh...no. No, not at all." she said quickly, shaking her head. "Quite the opposite, actually, I just--" She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. "I did something really stupid, that's all..." The Dude "Oh ... sorry. I didn't mean to bug you about that" - the Dude quirked his eyebrow and patted Karma on the back: "We can talk about something else instead, if you want" - he grinned "I think Vasile gets enough attention as it is ..." Hmmm ... what'd she do that made her red AND made the cringe ... hmmm ... oh. He looked at Karma again, with a bit of a realization in his eyes. She didn't did she? MAN, this Vasile was GOOD! Karma She fought not to burst into tears. Not again. Once was understandable, twice was pushing it, but three times and he'd just write her off as a crybaby. "I--I--" she faltered. "It all happened so fast, I--one minute we were walking on the beach and the next..." she trailed off and said nothing else, cheeks burning with shame. The Dude The Dude looked at Karma's glistening eyes with pity and all the good intentions to keep distance, be cool and not dwell on the past vanished in the wind like smoke. Fatherly (at least he was hoping that is how it was coming across) he kinda collected the girl into a hug with his one hand, patting her on the back: "Okey okey ... now now ... erm ... you make out with him or something ....?"
Oh god, if Emelyn decided to show up to the beach now, it would really really suck ... Karma All things considered, she kept herself collected rather well. "It...it went further than that. I didn't mean for it to, it all just....I don't know." she sighed, welcoming the platonic embrace. "I mean, I don't know him, I don't think I even -like- him..." she murmured. "He just knew all of the right things to say to make things happen....just the things I wanted to hear when I wanted to hear them....and ever since, I've just wished I could go back and do it all over again so that it never happened." The Dude Okey ... erm phew, she was not thinking about crying any more. Time to reel in the neurosis over here. Gah ... will he never get over the fact that this girl looks likes his dead wife? The Dude patted Karma on the back some more and resolutely squished out his own inner monologue. Poor child. Vasile, you dog ...
"Well, if you do not really like him, then, you know ... maybe just ignore him? Like it never happened? And if he brags to anyone, then . But I really do not think he is the bragging sort. You sure you don't have a crush on him?" - he let go of her shoulder and leaned back on the sand. Karma She was silent for a moment and then shook her head in the negative. "No. I don't." she assured him. Vasile was not her type at all...flashy, outgoing, popular....he probably had the eye of every girl on the island right now and she had probably been one of many that he would go to bed with when all was said and done. It wasn't like she had been anything special. The Dude "Well, than it's all good. Don't feel bad just because, you know, you got star struck like that. Happens to the best of us. Eh? He didn't say anything stupid to you, did he?" - the Dude smiled at her. If he just pretended that Karma was Maria's little sister, then all was good. Right? Hmmm ... what would a big brother type person do to Vasile, though? Beat him up? Hmmmmmmm ... Karma "No. He just...kind of walked off and went to the cafeteria the next morning and that was the last I've seen of him." she admitted. "Not that I've really been going to any pains to look for him. I haven't gone out at all the past couple of days. They sent one of their goons in today to make sure I wasn't up to anything, I think..."
She looked up at him, feeling better now. She'd expected any number of negative reactions and the fact that not only had there not been any gossip as of yet, but that he'd basically taken it in stride with no ill will was comforting. This island was small when all was said and done, just like one of those small town communities where everybody would, eventually, know one another and she didn't want to ruin a reputation that she even have yet.
"I don't mean to keep dumping on you like this." she told him, flushing. "I just don't have many people I can talk to." The Dude "Oh, it's okey, Karma. You are like the little sister I've never had" - he grinned and nodded encouragingly. "Dump away. It's not like any of this is hard to solve. And hey, if it makes you get out of your room, then that's good, too. It's hard to deal with things if you got no friends." Yes, little sister. Let's stick with that story. Take that, ghosts of the past. Karma She smiled and looked down at her hands. "I've always been the oldest in my family, I've never had a big brother." she chuckled softly. Might have been nice...maybe then she wouldn't have always been the one expected to set an example. Example for WHAT?
She hugged him back gently. "Thank you." The Dude He smiled: "No problem! And seriously, I can beat up Vasile for you, if you really want. I mean, I don't actually have much against the guy and I am not big on violence and stuff ... but you know. Big bro got to do what he got to do ..." It was nice to be hugged. Usually he was the one dishing out all the lovin' Karma She laughed again and shook her head, drawing back. "No...no that's okay." she assured him. "He'll probaly have it bad enough when he finds out why he's really here. Right now he thinks he's here for....I don't know, movie stuff." The Dude "Yeah, I know." - the Dude grinned: "I kinda wiggled my way out of having to tell him ... 'sides, I'm afraid he might cry." - he wanted to share Timmy's story, too, but decided not to be a total a** and stopped. Karma She sat in silence for a moment and then decided that, yes, everything was okay and extended further conversation. "I'm sorry for that being the opener to the conversation." she told him. "How've you been these last few days?" The Dude The Dude shrugged: "Ah ... various things. Mostly good, though. They've put up a beach bar a few days ago" - he pointed at the structure. "And we kinda ran into Moreau there. And I tried to clobber him with a bottle, but got clobbered instead by this girl called Thorn. Blond, tall, punk looking? I am not sure if you met here yet. And I got into a fight with Ambrose, but that's all cool again. And Cassidy and Greer got their second shot. Cassidy's turning into something snake like and Greer grew feathers. What else happened ... yeah, I think that's pretty much it. Cass and Greer getting their second shot are probably the biggest of the news here." Karma Karma blinked, digesting all of the new information. "Wow, really...? I feel way out of the loop." she said. "I don't know any of those people..." A slight pause and then "How are they taking it? Are they...okay?" She wasn't sure if everybody was taking to the transformation with the same ease as the Dude was. Or for that matter if everybody knew exactly what it was they were there for yet. The Dude "Well, Cass is not happy. She hates snakes. And she is self-consious about her new look. I think those eyes are killer cool, though. I mean, she got real snake eyes, ya know? And a snake tongue. She' really doesn't like that one. Greer is a bit better. I think it's a bit of a shock for her that her appearance changed, but I think she is okey with being a bird. She is a vegetarian, and apparently the bird wants meat, so there is some dilemma here ... but at least she doesn't have to eat insects. You see Greer likes bugs a whole lot, she studies them and she keeps them as pets. Maybe me and Ambrose need to organize a social thing of some sort, so that everyone can meet, what do you think?" Karma "That might not be a bad idea." Karma nodded. Though she wasn't much of a social butterfly, she at least wanted to know who was on the island with her. How many of them, what was going on with them, and anyone who wasn't clued in to Moreau's intents yet probably deserved to be. "You'd have to let me know when it is though, since I'm....well....you know how much of a shut-in I can be..." The Dude "Oh sure. Can do" - said the Dude.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 8:28 pm
Amaya lay under the shade of a large palm tree, her arms curled under her small pumpkin-shaped bookbag to make a makeshift pillow. Most of her day had been spent wandering about the Island, but head always had made her a bit sleepy. She had just sat down to take a rest and had ended up dozing off.
A moan escaped her mouth as the sun reached her shut eyelids, a gloved hand going up to cover her sensitive eyes as she rolled over onto her back to look up at the large leaves of the palm. Man, today was beautiful...
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 8:31 pm
Ian wandered down the sandy shores of the beach heading towards the beach bar. As he walked leisurely towards it, he spied on of the people he had met yesterday. Upon getting closer he recognized her as the one hehad warned about demons. Damn, he thought. I wonder if she thinks I'm crazy...after a comment likethat surely she does.
Veering in Amaya's general direction Ian came closer and he smiled at her apparent dozing. "Hello," he greeted.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 8:36 pm
"Hn...?" The young girl blinked a few times then looked over at Ian. "Hey... Hey!" She smiled and rubbed her eyes before sitting up. "Your Ian, right? How're you doin'?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 8:43 pm
"Yeah, Ian." He replied. "I'm doing alright actually. Considering why we are actually here and all. How 'bout you?" Ian linked both his hands behind his neck, "You seemed to be thinking a minute ago."
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 8:47 pm
"Actually, I just woke up from a nap." Amaya laughed slightly and grabbed her bookbag before standing. "I try not to think much about why were here and such, just makes the reality of it all sink in faster and I'd really rather not get all angsty." She brushed the sand off her bookbag and up it on before brushing the sand off her pinestripe pants and shirt. "Y'know, people deal with the only way they know how..." Her voice trailed off for a minute as she looked up at him. "But if you wanted someone to talk to about it I'm all ears." She kind of hoped he did and wanted to get to know Ian better. He seemed like a pretty okay guy.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 8:57 pm
Ian started to say something then stopped. The inner self was speaking to him again and he didn't want to slip up. Pushing the voice to the back of his head, he brought up the main subject he had been thinking about. "I just miss my little brother. Yesterday, when I met Timothy...Timothy could pass as James' identical twin, with the exception of the changes." Ian grimaced, "Sorry, didn't mean to ramble there. WHen I start speaking I just can't stop for some reason." Or that only happened here, he reflected. Just what urged him to talk to people here, he never had before.
Maybe it is because you don't want to get lonely. The voice pushed its way to the front of Ian's mind. You cannot remain a recluse in life forever. The druids never did.
Ian frowned at the voice then realized how he must lookto Amaya. FOrcing a smile he tried to become more cheerful. "Lookon the brightside, this is a tropical island we get to spend the rest of our lives in."
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 9:03 pm
"Oh... I see. I thought you two looked pretty identical myself. It must be hard." Amaya patted his shoulder then laughed slightly. "It seems like you need more cheering up then I do." She looked around and her eyes rested on the beach bar. "We can go over there so you can have a drink if you want." Even though she was out of the United States and could probably legally drink here she wouldn't... it didn't seem right. She just hoped they had soda there. "C'mon." Amaya smiled cheerfully and grabbed his hand, leading him over towards it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 9:16 pm
Ian felt Amaya grab his hand and flinched ever so slightly, hoping she hadn't noticed. He let himself be led to the bar, and once there he got himself a beer. Looking over at her, Ian wondered if she drank. "WHat do you want?" he asked. "There's all sorts of stuff here."
Ian opened his drink and took a sip. "Yeah, I suppose I do need to be cheered up." He smiled wryly. "I never thought I'd ever hear myself saying that to anybody. Yet hereI am, doing exactly that."
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 9:22 pm
"Anything non-alcoholic, really... do they have any soda?" She walked up by him and peeked around him into the fridge. Jeeze... most of these she didn't even know what they were. A frown played on her features and she looked to Ian, hopeing he might know what was non-alcoholic and what wasen't. "Well, everyone needs to be cheered up sooner or later. I just figured that instead of wallowing I coulda kinda help with that... y'know? Make people feel a little better about what all is going on even if it may be kind of subtle." She shrugged and crouched beside him, head in her palms.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 9:29 pm
Ian rummaged around looking for soda. Finding one inthe back he handed it to her. "I hope you like that flavor...I think it was the only one. ANd that is really nice of you to cheer people up. It is better than wallowing, which is kind of what I've been doing. I've been wallowing in missing my brother."
Ian took another sawllow of beer. "I think I can cope...eventually" He did not admit that the voice was getting stronger,getting more control.....No one knew about the voice, but the day he coped would be the day teh voice took over.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 9:37 pm
"Thanks." Amaya took the soda and popped it open, taking a sip. "Well, you have every right too. I mean, you love your brother and you'll never be able to see him again... maybe." God, she just made the situtation probably much worse. Think THEN speak, Amaya. After mentally hitting herself for what she had just said, she motioned Ian over to the stools and took a seat on one with a hop. Danm stools made for giants. "But you don't know that for sure, right? There's always the chance of escape. Or he'll let us go. Or something like that. Don't give your hopes up just yet, y'never know what life might throw at you." Her legs started to kick back and forth, a habit she had gotten whenever her feet didn't touch the ground.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 9:44 pm
"I guess you're right, no use being down. James wouldn't want me to be sad, he was the type of person who always saw the good side."
Ian thought about her life comment. "If life gives you lemons......that's what this place was supposed to be for me....it might still be." He clamped his hand over his mouth. Bad, no mentioning the creepy excited side of him. Removing his hand he drank more, wondering if it would be better to stop drinking as to let the voice have less control.
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