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 Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 1:38 pm
"Probably just wants in your pants. Or at least that's what I've heard of her." The girl's tail gave a twitch, recalling the time they had met. "When I ran into her she threw a fit after I left the cafeteria. I could hear her throwing crap... I think I scared her or something. I dunno." She frowned.
"But a friend of mine told me not to listen to her, and avoid her. Apparently she only wants to sleep with the guys on the island. That's what I've been told." Amaya put her chin on her knees. "Thankfully I've only met her that once."
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 1:39 pm
Ambrose had indeed returned to his duplex after his stay in the river most of hte previous day. He'd showered, spent time with Angelina, and in general was trying to settle into things again. The change was always disrupting.
Once again, the epee sitting neglected in his closet for months now gave him a twinge of guilt as he passed by it to retreive a clean set of clothes. It was a sharp reminder of his old life. But a part of him that had always been there...
Looking down at his form he winced. He couldn't even fit into a standard fencing helmet any more... He would actually have to adapt the fencing stance that had become second nature to him now that he could no longer stand flatfooted.
The pad of one of his fingers paused on the cool metal of the guard and he sighed.
Another day he thought, chickening out.
Glancing outside, he paused. well... I'll... I'll go check the beach. If it's actually empty, maybe I'll come back for it.
Ambrose stepped out the door, going by the cafeteria for a quiet breakfast, and trotted down the path to the West beach - the one he knew was more likely to have people.
Right now, he'd prefer people over the quiet, focusing drills with the sword that would never see him any use.
As he got close, he did indeed hear voices carried over the wind, joined a few moments later by scents. Lifting his longer muzzle to the wind, he almost immediately pinned one as Amaya, and a smile came to his face. The other was unfamiliar... and mostly untainted by the scent of an animal... but if they were with Amaya, then he was likely to be spared the painful explanation.
Cresting over the sandbar at the edge of the beach, he spied the pair and walked forward, hands shoved into his light khaki pants, tail swaying out of the hole he had cut into the backs. He wore a blue polo shirt, with all of the buttons undone.
"Amaya?" He called with a greeting smile, ears back just a bit, knowing she hadn't seen him since his change.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 1:46 pm
Alec's eyes went wide as he listened to Amaya, remaining silent as he let her tell him what she knew. Admittedly, he didn't care enough for Antony to be offended by what he was hearing, more intrigued with the gossip that he'd most likely keep to himself. He could see her throwing a fit like that but the 'loose' comments were a little harder to swallow. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but a voice caught his attention.
Striding down the street was a very canine-esque form though Alec was having difficulty putting his finger on what exactly he was. Jaw shut before it even fully opened and the teen turned away to stare at the waves uncomfortably until he was properly introduced or something.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 1:48 pm
The lizard was snapped out of her train of thought by a familiar voice. She turned, seeing his changed feet first before meeting his face. It was different, but you could still tell it was Ambrose.
"Hi Ambrose." She smiled, her tail twitching a little behind her. She barely gave his change a second thought, other then how hard it must be for him.
"Alec, this is Ambrose. Ambrose, Alec." Amaya gestured to both of them, realizing that the line-up was Alec, Amaya, then Ambrose. What was with names starting with the letter 'A'?
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 1:52 pm
Without realizing that he was privvy to a simiar train of thought that was going through Amaya's mind, Ambrose gave a small chuckle as he extended his very changed hand after a moment's pause.
"Apparently Dr. Moreau likes to take the names from the top of the stack." He commented wryly.
"But... hello, Alec." His tail gave a couple of wags without him really realizing. He looked over his choice of clothing, from the chains to the colorful mohawk with a curious expression.
Ironically, someone dressed like this Ambrose would have likely turned the other way and pretended that they weren't there (if he hadn't been introduced) back home - he was obviously from a very different world than the young blonde man. Ambrose just hoped that he wasn't like Jamal.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 2:00 pm
Alec pulled the hoodie off his head in an attempt to look somewhat less like a street bum to the fancy-dressed dogman, smirking at a joke he really didn't get anyways. "'allo, nice t'meet ye." He accepted the handshake awkwardly at first, not used to such formalities. Although he wasn't very threatening, the man's posture was enough to intimidate the teen rather than his animalistic attributes. He didn't think he'd be seeing someone else so far along that soon.
After the shake was said and done, he reamined quiet amongst the friends.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 2:03 pm
The teen laughed. "That's just what I was thinking."
Once again the awkward silence fell, though she didn't seem to mind it as much as she used to. Instead she patted the sand next to her on the opposite side from Alec in a gesture for the wolfman to sit and relax.
"You been doing okay?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 2:08 pm
Ambrose squeezed Alec's hand with a practiced confidence that contradicted his animalistic appearance, giving him a nod and meeting his eyes before returning his attention to Amaya.
He took a seat where the sand was patted, giving his 'little sister' a reassuring smile. "As well enough as can be expected..." He responded. "I've had about a week or so to settle into... recent changes now at least. But damn if the island isn't significantly more hot since it was last week." He waved his hand in front of his face for emphasis. His fur did look a bit thicker than it did before his last change. "At least you are lucky in the respect of becoming something properly suited for the climate. I think I've even seen an iguana or two about around here every now and then."
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 2:20 pm
Surprisingly, Ambrose had touched upon a subject that he had been mulling over in his spare time for awhile now. In tradition of his curiosity, he went ahead and voiced his concern. "Wha' if some'un turned in'teh a poleh beh' o' somethin?" He traced a symbol into the sand with his finger as he thought outloud, unfazed as the spot beside him was occupied. He was clearly concerned about his own transformation, the only hints he'd offer to others being the vague and sometimes random questions he'd blurt out anytime he saw fit.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 2:21 pm
"That's true. Guess I kind take it for granted." Amaya didn't mention how much she missed seeing the stars though.
"Polar bear...?" She paused, thinking. "I... dunno. Maybe they'd adjust their room to be really cold. That's what they did for me. Well, warmer." That thought had never really occured to her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 2:25 pm
Ambrose winced and shook his head. He knew how miserable he was already feeling on the sunny days - someone with even MORE fur, and likely added... 'padding' would have it rough. "Ugh, that would be bad. Maybe they wouldn't pack on as much... ah... storage? Or spend a lot of time in the A/C or in the water. Poor b*****d, though - it's hot enough even without fur here for most people. And it's only April. And I was here in August - it's only going to get worse." He gave a small shake.
He looked to the mostly quiet newcomer curiously. "I'm sure you keep getting the same questions, but how long have you been here, Alec? How... are you doing?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 2:37 pm
Alec grimaced at the thought of being that incredibly fat in such a hot climate, suddenly wishing he'd left his hoodie back at his duplex. "Ye thanks, ye sound so posi'ive." The punk teen laughed quietly to himself, hoping his joke wouldn't be offensive seeing as he wasn't upset by it at all. He'd deal with things as they came.
"Ah... mehbeh a week or so." He scratched the back of his head, thankful for the relaxed environment. "'Am okeh... dealin, yanno." He didn't have much else to say. What was there to say? He couldn't do much but deal with what was thrown at him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 2:39 pm
"Yeah..." The reptile trailed off and fell into silence, not having much to add to the conversation.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 2:43 pm
Sitting on the beach, on the hot sands, under the hot sun, and talking about how damn hot he was already, Ambrose was begining to feel just a tad bit miserable. While the jungle tended to be more humid, at least the canopy provided ample shade and respite from the glaring brightness.
He couldn't even go into the water given the fact he had worn some nice clothes. And he wasn't about to strip down in front of Amaya and someone he hardly even knew.
It looked like Ambrose would have to find another location other than the beach if he did in fact want to continue working on his fencing. OR at least not during the middle of the day.
That and Amaya seemed oddly quiet. Was he making her uncomfortable?
He nodded to Alec. "I'm glad at least... I'm sure you've been told, but despite how we look... most of us are nice people - and if you need anything don't hesitate to ask one of us." He clapped him on the back as he rose to a stand. "I'm in duplex number one, speaking of. We're in this together."
He turned back to Amaya. "I'm sorry for heading out so quickly. The heat really is getting to me." He said, begining to actually pant. The thick fur sprouted from every possible pore, leaving Ambrose - much like real canines - miraculously free of sweat glands.
The worst part about it, In Ambrose's mind, is that half the time he didn't even realize when he started to do it - and such an obvious sign of a canine nature (that usually was associated with lack of intelligence) bothered him sharply. Especially around people he didn't know well.
"I will see you later. Both of you I'm sure." With a wave, he trotted back to the duplexes to go find the blessed A/C.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 2:56 pm
Alec nodded, appreciating the support Ambrose offered. "Ye thanks man, take i' easeh." He furrowed his brow as he watched the canine leave, admittefly a little concerned for him.
"Nice guy." He commented when he had travelled out of sight, turning back to Amaya to continue their conversation. "I' 'elps havin' people like ye n' Ambrose n' stoof." He said this mostly without thinking, fidgitting with his hoodie until he couldn't take it any longer, and took the sweater off. "Ye realleh quiet..."
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