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 Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 12:17 pm
She frowned when he waved her off, shrugging and heading back to her table, but not a step later did the sickening sound of someone emptying their stomach reach her ears. Turning around, she raised her eyebrow. Thank the gods she brought that trashcan over.
Inwardly, Antony didn't know if it was her that caused the nausea or something else, but for now she would assume it was the latter. Give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Yeah, fancy... This is the only place to eat here," she said with a shrug, waving her hand towards the food. "You can join me if you're not too disgusted by me... The trashcan's portable you know." A faint, crooked smile graced her lips before she turned to head back to her food before it got cold.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 12:41 pm
Chert glanced with distaste at the trashcan and shook his head; his initial nausea was fading, and he didn't fancy dragging the vomit-filled container around. Her invitation surprised him, though; Chert didn't think many people would willingly socialize with the crazed maniac that had been flipping his lid just a few hours before. He wasn't about to question the decision. His earlier urge to flee might have been a little bit hasty- having another living being in the room seemed to help make his panic a little more distant. Antony even seemed fairly normal compared to the only two other islanders he'd seen. Hell, compared to his room's new residents she was ********' Aphrodite.
Chert went over and piled a small portion of the strongest tasting foods he could find onto his tray before wandering back to sit across from Antony. It tasted like a cat had gone and died in mouth. Ugh. He didn't bother to try and verbally dispel Antony's false impression. For Chert, the act of simply sitting down spoke clearly enough.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 12:57 pm
Antony had been in his shoes before, well not exactly, but she also had a pretty volatile temper and remembered how she had originally reacted to this whole island s**t. She could emphasize with him at least.
Taking the fact that he was eating, and with her, as a sign that he was both feeling better and wasn't disgusted by her. Well that was good enough.
"I'm Antony," she introduced, raising her changed eyes to glance over at him, expecting him to introduce himself as well. It was common courtesy at least.
A few bites of chicken later, and she was starting on her bowl of nuts, which were quite satisfying for dessert. "Not to sound like a ******** tour guide, but do you have any questions?" She asked, popping an almond in her mouth while casually leaning back in her chair.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 1:18 pm
Chert picked at his food gingerly at first, and was surprised to find that even though the rest of him was so sure about it, his stomach warmly welcomed the nourishment. Make up your mind, he silently growled. Stupid organs. But he said aloud, "Most people call me Chert."
Antony's question startled him into a short, harsh laugh. It didn't contain much humor, but hey- it was a start. "Do you have a few hours?" he snorted, still hunched over his food. The way he was glaring at his orange, it was surprising the fruit didn't ignite right then and there. "...Did everyone here do something to piss Moreau off?
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 1:31 pm
"I could clear my schedule," she mused, eyes giving away the fact that she was joking, chuckling softly as he glared at the orange. His question didn't really surprise her, and she shook her head, "I don't know about everyone... But some people washed up here, shipwrecks, while others were brought here under false prentences. They told me I had won a free two week vacation."
It was obvious that she had been here longer than two weeks.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 2:01 pm
"Bastards," Chert said, mostly because he couldn't think of anything else that was appropriate. At least he'd known a little about what he was dealing with, and chose to come at his own discretion. What would it have been like if he'd arrived expected long days lying on the beach and found out later that, no, sorry- you were actually going to be living out your days as a... whatever it was Antony was turning into. He couldn't recall ever hearing of a mammal with three tails.
At least it's not a rat...
Chert pushed away the plate of half-eaten food and leaned back in his chair with his arms folded across his chest. There were a few other easy questions he could ask (How many people are there? How long have you been here? Has anyone tried to escape?), but he figured maybe it was best to get the worst of it over with. Like ripping of a band-aid real quick, right? "How..." Chert trailed off, waving a hand in the air vaguely. "How does it happen? Is there any way to stop it?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 2:17 pm
Antony nodded in agreement to his comment, mentally adding onto the statement as well. Though, Dr. Duvert was quite nice, at least he was to her when she asked for help. He wasn't very nice to Joli, which was just another reason for Antony to like him.
She raised an eyebrow when he trailed off, and frowned slightly when he finally asked the questions he had started. "Eh," she began, not sure how to explain it. "You get injections, and it's all genetic, from what I've been told... And if there is a way, they aren't telling us... If you go too long without an injection, you get really sick... Like the flu, but it's worse, I promise... Saw that happen to someone once..."
Trailing off, the squirrel woman tried to think of some things to just get over with, "There are nightmares... Usually right before you change I guess, and from a mixture of those and..." She motioned to her eyes and then her tails, "I figure I'm turning into an albino squirrel... With uh, too many tails." A cringe fell on her features when she remembered the pain in her a**, literally, when those had come in.
"Those ******** hurt," she admitted, sighing and popping a handful of nuts in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "There are loads of squirrels in D. C., so maybe that's why? Don't much like them... Moreau likes to be ironic though..."
Shrugging, Antony watched him carefully for a reaction, just now noticing that beyond the angry exterior he was quite attractive. That was always a plus in her book.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 2:58 pm
Hm... so it sounded as if it was gradual. That made sense- the changes in the two other people he'd seen seemed more extreme than those in Antony. He wasn't sure if the news was a good or not. Wouldn't it be better to get it over with all once than wait for weeks up weeks to discover what you were ultimately going to be?... Ha! Screw that, it'd be better not to have to deal with this at all. But he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
Chert grimaced along with Antony when she mentioned the tails. He'd fallen onto the asphalt in exactly the wrong way once and bruised his tailbone, ensuring that every movement which involved walking or sitting was pure agony. Having one's tailbone split into three seperate parts- well, it just didn't bear thinking about it. His respect for her quietly increased a few notches. Not everyone would be able to comment on something like that so off-handedly.
Antony mentioned Moreau, and Chert gave her a bitter grin. "Yeah, he certainly does. Pretty ******** fond of order rodentia, too."
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 3:28 pm
The bitter grin combined with his next comment caused her to raise an eyebrow, as far as she knew, she was the only rodent on the island so far. Thinking back a bit, she remembered him asking if everone on the island had pissed off Moreau in some way.
"You knew Moreau before you came to the island?" Antony asked, genuinely curious now. It would make sense why he had immediately run off to the labs when he found out the truth about the island.
She frowned, munching on another handful of nuts thoughtfully before responding, "I'm the only one turning into a rodent I think... Unless..." Trailing off, Antony looked at him silently for an answer, "You already know..."
It was the only explanation.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 5:43 pm
Chert shrugged his shoulders slightly. "In high school. There wasn't any love lost between us... I s'ppose I was mostly responsible for that." His lip curled into a lop-sided snarl. "But it was Aubrey that was kind enough to inform me of my fate."
The last word was spat out like a curse. After the "englightening" conversion with Aubrey, he'd woken up sleeping next to several escaped nightmares- it was no wonder the two were connected in his head.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 6:08 pm
Suddenly, there was the sound of storming footsteps befor Billy's voice could be heard booming across the cafeteria, "THERE Y'ARE Y'FECKIN' HAIRY b***h!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 6:12 pm
Antony was about to respond, when an accented angry voice caused her to jump somewhat in surprise. "Well if it isn't the resident cokehead?" She sneered, though she looked on edge. Maybe it was the squirrel, or maybe she was really scared of Billy. One could only guess.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 6:16 pm
Chert looked up, slightly startled at the unexpected shout. The man appeared to be human, if you were using the term loosely. "Who the hell are you?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 6:20 pm
Billy ignored CHert, stalking towards Antony with an enraged expression, his eyes narrowed, his face pale and sweaty and his teeth bared. All day he had been hunting for his stolen belongings, and all day he had come up with naught. "I *know* y'know where it is! GIVE IT TO ME!" He snarled, kicking a chair noisily away from the table as he reached to grab her shirt.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 6:24 pm
Antony darted out of reach in the nick of time, but didn't have time to think how she did it. Her tails bristled and her own eyes narrowed, "Know where what is?!"
Secretly, she took pleasure in his condition.
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