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 Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 9:45 pm
"No, actually I don't... Why don't you tell me?" She did sound slightly amused, but not too much.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 9:46 pm
He was too angry to speak, sputtering as his mouth opened and closed uselessly, his hands flailing befor he turned on his heal sharply. Oh, she would *pay*. She would *pay dearly* and she would *hurt*. He'd get his stash back if it killed her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 9:49 pm
Antony purred when she looked out of the peep hole just in time to see Billy turning on his heel and leaving in a huff.
And then she burst into sadistic, gleeful laughter that had her doubling over with tears in her eyes.
Revenge was so sweet.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:48 am
Antoinette Devereux Antony had waited a while after Billy had come a callin' in a full blown rage before actually daring to leave her duplex. She didn't have a knife or any sort of weapon to protect herself, so she wanted to be extra careful. That and she was hungry, so out she went. The tattooed woman took the longest way possible to the cafeteria, going mostly behind the duplexes, Antony listened carefully for the accented a*****e the entire way. Luckily, she didn't see, hear, or smell any signs of the scum bag, arriving at the cafeteria safe and unseen. Unfortunately, Antony also didn't get a chance to see Jamal in his cage when she went around the long way. Once inside the cafe, she grabbed a plate and began to pile her plate with chicken, corn, and a bowl of mixed nuts from the salad bar. After she set the plate down, she went to get silverware and some lemonade before returning to the table. Tails swaying in content, she sat down and began to eat. Food never tasted so good. Chert Sanders Chert had also taken a round-about way to the cafeteria, although the building hadn't been his original destination. In fact, he looked a little bit surprised to find himself standing in the doorway of the building, looking in. The unexpected encounter with the changed islanders had been a little like someone taking a steel-knuckled fist to the head, but he probably would have gotten over the initial fit of panic and anger. Being internally tazered wasn't exactly pleasant either, although being unconcious was a welcome change compared to what else was going on. However, he was finding it a little more difficult to cope with the thoughtful welcoming gifts that had been left in his room. Most people went with the traditional fruit basket. Chert let out a small giggle at the thought just before the rich smells of the cafeteria hit him. His stomach immediately tried to rebel again, and he slumped against the doorframe, neck muscles tightening convulsively. The tone of his skin had turned a sickly green underneath his tan. Antoinette Devereux Antony looked up when the door opened, the giggle causing a confused expression to wash over her features. Until, that is, she got a good look at the color he was turning. "s**t," she grunted as she quickly stood up, intercepting a trash can on the way and pushing it in front of him. Just in case. "I didn't think I was so revolting," the tattooed woman joked uneasily as she stood there, unsure of what to do. She wasn't exactly the motherly type. That and there was no hair to hold back. She didn't know whether to help him over to a chair and drag the trash can along with, or to just not intervene and let him handle it. Men were often weird about getting help from women. Chert Sanders Oh, God. Of all the people that could be in there, it had to be one of the women from earlier. Chert waved his hand in dismissal as he tried to get to his feet properly and make a hasty exit. "Just feelin' a little under the wheath- hurgh." The sudden movement turned out to be his undoing. It was lucky that Antony had had the foresight to bring the trashcan along, although there wasn't much for the man's stomach to expel since most of its previous contents were already sitting on the floor of his duplex. After a moment he stood up shakily. The expression of nausea was rapidly fading, replaced by one of acute embarassment. Well, whatever impression he'd managed to make, it was probably memorable. "Fancy meeting you here," he muttered, and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. Antoinette Devereux 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. Chert Sanders 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. Antoinette Devereux 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. Chert Sanders 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? Antoinette Devereux "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. Chert Sanders "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?" Antoinette Devereux 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. Chert Sanders 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." Antoinette Devereux 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. Chert Sanders 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 7:11 pm
William Woodrow 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!" Antoinette Devereux 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. Chert Sanders 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?" William Woodrow 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. Antoinette Devereux 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. Chert Sanders Billy's sudden and violent movement caused Chert to surge to his feet. He didn't do anything else but stand, although judging from the deepening frown on his face, that could change. William Woodrow "I don' know how y'did it, bu' I know y'did!!" Billy spat, lunging towards her again, his face still contorted with anger and illness. "IT AINT FUNNY! An' y'KNOW DAMN WELL WHA' I'M TALKIN' ABOU'!!" Antoinette Devereux "I haven't taken anything from your tweaked a**!" She retorted while scampering out of reach again, instinctively searching around for a tree to flee up. The squirrel in her head was absolutely freaking out, but she... She was not scared of the scum bag. Chert Sanders Did what? Chert wondered. He shifted uneasily, unsure of what to do. The last time he'd lashed out at someone, nothing good had happened. William Woodrow Once again, the enraged druggy lunged for her, this time managing to grab a hold of her arm befor she could completely slip away, swinging her around to slam her against the table, one hand squeezing about her throat as the other dug into his pants to produce his usually well conceiled switchblade. "Ye'll. Tell. Me. Where. It. Is. Or I'll cut yer' feckin' tattooed t'roat," He hissed, eyes wild and his face reddened. His hands were visibly shaking, although his grip was like iron on her neck, no doubt leaving bruses. Antoinette Devereux Antony moved to dodge, but thanks to the squirrel and the goddamn trees, he caught her arm. A pained noise that sounded something like a grunt escaped from her lips when she was slammed into the table, and then she couldn't breathe. Her eyes went wide and she weezed painfully, clawed hand instinctively wrapping around his wrist in attempts to pull herself free. When she felt the blade at her neck, the tattooed woman froze, afraid to even swallow due to how much he was shaking. "I don't... have... it..." she managed to gasp out quietly, trying still to pull back from the knife. The squirrel was scared, but Antony was furious, and her eyes showed both emotions raging inside her. Chert Sanders The sight of the knife at Antony's neck was enough to goad Chert into action. He lunged at the druggy, attempting to hook his arms beneath the other's armpits and then lace his hands together behind Billy's head. He wasn't exactly sure how well a full nelson would work on an armed man, but hopefully the pain of having someone viciously wrench Billy's head down towards his chest would distract the druggie long enough for Antony to get away. "This island is crawling with ******** lunatics!" Chert howled, wondering if the next thing he felt would be the cold kiss of a knife. William Woodrow Billy gave an unintelligable howl, slashing the blade blindly about, thankfully hitting nothing but air as he was wrenched back. "LEMME GO!" He roared, "GERROFF YE FECKIN' b*****d THIS AINT GOT NOTHIN' T'DO WIT' YE!!" Antoinette Devereux Air wooshed into her lungs as she gulped it in greedily, coughing as her hand went to cradle her neck. Snarling she managed to keep a hold on the wrist with the knife, bending it back and digging her claws into his flesh as she moved into him again, eyes blazing. Moments later, Antony's knee was once again plowing into Billy's crotch. Though this time, she was much much more pissed off. "I don't have your ******** stash," she sneered before letting go and backing up away from the two men, giving Chert a thankful look as she rubbed her neck with a wince. Chert Sanders Chert could feel the impact of Antony's knee from his position, and he had to fight to keep his eyes from watering in sympathy. Jesus. If he ever planned on having children, maybe he ought to make sure and stay on her good side. Still, it was good she'd stepped in- getting ahold of someone was the easy part. Left to his own devices, Chert didn't know what he would have done after that. Knife fights weren't a normal part of his everday activities. He figured it was probably alright to let go of Billy, so he released his hold on the man and stepped away. Chert returned Antony's look with a small, lop-sided grin that seemed to say, Sure, but what the hell just happened?William Woodrow Billy gave a high, pained noise, crumpling into a ball as tears slid down his face from the pain. DAMMIT! That... stupid... He couldn't think straight, his head spinning from the pain. It wasn't fair! It wasn't FAIR! He had agreed to come here thinking it would be a vacation. A perminant vacation. An escape. but so far he had been kicked and mangled and confused and his one source of relief taken from him. He KNEW she had been behind it. She had to have been! Who else would have done it? He couldn't think straight enough through the throbbing pain in his sensitive area, resigning himself to just concentrate on breathing again. Antoinette Devereux Staying on Antony's good side was generally a good idea. She had a long memory and held grudges. Either way, she continued to try and get control of her breathing again, chest heaving while an ugly looking bruise formed on her neck in the shape of a hand. Her tails still looked like pipe cleaners from the entire ordeal, the squirrel still utterly freaking out. Tree. Tree! TREE! She did have half a mind to kick the knife away from him after catching Chert's gaze. The lopsided grin calmed her nerves down some, and Antony quickly caught his wrist loosely before heading out of the cafeteria. "We need to go," she rasped painfully. The tattooed woman needed to get away from Billy before she killed him. Chert Sanders Chert followed her without complaint, mentally slapping his forehead as he went. Right, Chert, leave the crazy man's knife within reach. Brilliant. He cast one more paranoid scowl over his shoulder at Billy as they left, wanting to make sure he'd memorized the drug addict's face. It would probably be best to steer clear of him in the future. Somehow Chert was sure he'd failed to make a new friend. "Are you alright?" he asked Antony as they left the building. The strangely shaped marks on her neck looked painfully livid, and the fur on her tails was bristled out in all directions. It was an odd feeling, gaining insight into someone's emotional state through their tails. William Woodrow It was a while befor Billy managed to pull himself back up to his feet, slumping into a chair as he burried his face in his hands. Stupid. Stupid stupid. He just wanted his... it was only fair that he... he hadn't really... it wasn't his fault! None of this was his fault! He hissed through his teeth, trembling again with his growing illness. He'd find it. Just stay calm. She didn't have it. He could have sworn she'd have it, but she didn't have it.
Right.
So. Who DID have it? How did they get into his duplex? Pick the lock? He hadn't noticed any markings on the knob when he had gone in. Someone must have an extra key. Had the doctor himself taken it away? No, he was pretty sure the Doctor knew what Billy had carried with him onto the island.
Then WHO??
Who else seemed to hate him on this God forsaken island?
His wrists were stinging where Antony's claws had upset his bandages. He stared down at his older wounds, exposed by the scuffle. And it hit him.
Joli.
That little pock-marked b***h.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 7:01 am
 Antoinette Devereux "Well," she started, voice still rather rough, but clearly improving, "A crazed drug addict just tried to kill me... So, I could be better..." Antony tried not to put too much bite in her remarks since Chert had just saved her a**, despite how pissed off she was still. Carefully, the squirrel woman moved her hand up to touch her burning neck, hissing at the pain the action caused. "********," she grunted, letting that hand drop while the other one released his wrist. "How bad is it?" Part of her didn't want to know. After a few deep breaths, Antony glanced to Chert and nodded, "Thanks... Thanks a ******** actually." A hand shakily ran through her hair, pushing the longer chunks out of her face. She really needed a hair cut. Pushing that random thought aside, along with the squirrel screechings in her head, the tattooed woman sighed floods of bad memories threatening to break through. She may have calmed down, but s**t could go from okay to bad really quickly with a trip down memory lane. Chert Sanders Chert leaned in slightly, wondering if Billy had managed to break the skin with his fingernails. "As long as he's not rabid, I think you'll be fine. Might want to get creative with your scarves or turtle necks for the next few days, though," he suggested, even though he couldn't quite picture her in either. The adrenaline in his blood still had his nerves singing like a taut wire. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to hide their shaking and made a low, uncomfortable hmm in response to her thanks. "I'm just glad it's over." It would be nice to lay down, close his eyes, and forget this day ever happened for awhile. "He's not gonna try to follow you or anything, is he?" Antoinette Devereux Antony smiled weakly, glancing back behind her with a wince, "I don't wear either." He was right, she wasn't a scarf or turtleneck kind of girl. But his other comment worried her, as much as she hated to admit it, and her tails, which had finally relaxed, fluffed up a bit. "If he does, I'd rather be safe in my locked duplex, and since he won't exactly be running..." Trailing off, she offered a crooked grin before glancing in the direction of her duplex. She personally knew how impossible it was to break into the duplexes from that little survivor deal. She didn't know what awaited him in his duplex, but she still motioned for him to come with. Some company would be nice right now, especially behind a locked door and safe in her duplex. Where the alcohol and smokes were hiding, as well as her nice, fluffy bed. The truth was, Antony, as strong as the squirrel woman was, she remained utterly freaked out from the near death experience. Chert Sanders Antony's silent offer lifted some of the worries that had been bearing down on Chert's mind. He could tell already that the post-adrenaline rush was going to be a total b***h, and the thought of a soft, warm bed to sleep in was absolutely heavenly. He hadn't realized it 'til just then, but Chert had no intention what-so-ever of going back to his own duplex. He'd curl up under a rock before he went back there. His thoughts were already beginning a long, slow, lethargic spiral downwards. It didn't even cross his mind to question her motives- the offer was welcome, whatever spirit it was made in. At that point, though, a stuffed beagle probably would have made a better guard dog than Chert. He trailed behind her without speaking, stumbling on a spot of uneven ground from time-to-time. Antoinette Devereux It was a short enough walk, and Antony held the door open for him, making sure to quickly shut and lock it once he was out of the way. She ambled towards the bedroom, her thoughts mimicking his own about sleep as she tugged off her tanke top carefully and tossed it aside. Modesty was never one of Antony's prized traits. Shoes and pants came off next before she crawled into bed, patting the spot next to her, "I don't bite." For once, Antony didn't have any alterior, sexual motives in mind, and her expression reflected this. She simply wanted company. As always, the squirrel woman would have to wait until Chert joined her to get comfortable. Chert Sanders The bold disregard for modesty might have awakened certain, less pure thoughts in Chert under different circumstances, but for now he was nearly asleep on his feet. A corner of his mouth twitched upwards weakly at her invitation, and he sat down on the edge of the bed and unlaced his boots. After being unbuttoned, his shirt was thrown carelessly in general direction of his shoes. A heavy sigh escape Chert's throat as he settled back into bed. He muttered something incomprehensible as he looked up at Antony, but the tone had a grateful ring to it. She wouldn't be able to ask for clarification until the morning, though; his breathing had become heavy and rhythmic almost as soon as his head had hit the pillow. Antoinette Devereux Antony found quickly enough that laying on her back would be the only comfortable way to sleep that night, despite the fact that when a male was sleeping with her, she usually used them as a pillow. It was a natural reaction for the tattooed woman. Unfortunately, the painful bruising on her neck demanded not to be touched. So she was on her back, staring at the ceiling. For hours. While she was physically and emotionally drained, her mind continued to race on, flinging around memories of previous near death experiences. They all involved him, and silent tears fell from the corners of her eyes every so often. There were simply too many parallels. It took her a while, but the squirrel woman soon fell into a restless sleep. Eventually, deep sleep would come, but it would take a while.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 4:15 pm
If Chert wakes up before Antony returns, he'll find a note on the side of the bed she had been sleeping on. Quote: Chert, I couldn't sleep so I went to go eat breakfast. Stay if you want and make yourself at home if you do. Either way, I'll bring back breakfast in case you do stay. -Antony
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 5:59 pm
On a simple, large, brown paper-wrapped box, sitting just inside Antony's door next time she is out and returns to her duplex are the following requested items:
*a carton of cigarettes - the brand she prefers,
* a few large freezerbags full of pot
* a stack of clothing catalogues: Victoria's Secret, Lord and Taylors, Sears, Macey's and Hot Topic
*toiletries: toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, soap, floss, deoderant
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 6:10 pm
Antoinette Devereux Antony, after taking the long, hidden way to the cafeteria, was now halfway through her breakfast. She didn't intend to stay long, but the tattooed woman was starving. Besides, she hadn't been sleeping well anyways. Her neck was brused in the shape of a hand and generally 'ugly.' It would be hard not to notice, and she was on edge because of it. All in all, Antony looked like she had been run over by a truck, and THEN strangled. Awen Zyn Awen arrived at the cafe with the IV still trailing behind her.. She didn't pay much attention to anyone in the building as she headed straight for some breakfast. Awen grabbed some eggs and bacon. Though the manta would have preffered soemthing of the fish variety Awen was once again giving her tongue more choice. Chicken last night and bacon in the morning, she was latching onto that much of her humanity.
She turned around and finally set her eyes on Antony. Awen blinked a little bit as she could see the discolouration of her neck from there. Awen had the IV still but nothing that looked gross like that.
"Geez Antony, are you okay?" She asked walking over and sitting down across from the tattooed woman. Antoinette Devereux Antony glanced up at the noise, ready to jump out of her seat if it was Billy trying to kill her for his stash again, but she soon relaxed. Sort of. "Oh, just peachy... Being nearly strangled to death always makes my day," she responded dryly to the question, but sighed and attempted a smile to the fish girl. Awen Zyn Though the girl was trying to make light of the situation Awen frowned. Funny how many people are getting strangled these days. Tensions definately are getting high.
"Who did that? Looks nasty... but you're going to be alright, right?" Though concerned Awen began to shovel some eggs into her mouth. It didn't look like it was too serious, some bruising...but if she's up and about it couldn't be that bad. Still looked nasty. Antoinette Devereux "b*****d Billy... Held a knife to me too," she growled, frowning deeply and pushing her plate away, appetite ruined. "Sorry, happened last night and I didn't get much sleep." Awen Zyn Billy? That was the irish guy that Joli almost went postal on. He was a bit awkward, a little greasy but he didn't seem that bad! Had he started changing or something, emotionally and physically unsound? By the way Antony talked it couldn't have been that simple.
"Gosh I'm so sorry Antony. Why the hell would he pull a knife on you?" Not that it was too much of a stretch in imagination. With the wrong person Awen could see Antony really pissing some people off. But they seemed to be 'getting along' fairly well last time Awen saw the two together. Antoinette Devereux "Because he's a drug addict who lost his stash?" Antony explained, raising an eyebrow as if it really weren't that too far of a stretch. "He was livid, thought I took them simply because I kneed him in the cash and prizes when he compared me to the bearded lady." Sighing irritably, the tattooed woman glanced seriously over to the fish girl, "Really, he's a skeezy a*****e... Caught him coming onto Colche at the beach once too..." Awen Zyn Awen frowned. So it was confirmed the guy was a druggie. Not that she was surprised at that much, it fit perfectly with how he was reacting and everything. She was surprised however at the violence that was taken on a suspision. Maybe Awen was spoiled, lucky, whatever; but she never had to deal with this kind of thing and had never known an incedent so fresh happening to someone she knew.
But coming onto Colche? That was... simply not right. Awen wasn't sure how old the cheeta was, old enough anyway, but she wasn't quite up to speed in other aspects. If he was trying to take advantage of Colche... Awen would not like that. She rolled her shoulders a little bit. But then again, if he had been on drugs at the time it... would explain enough. Maybe he wasn't that much of a skeezy guy. If he wasn't under the influence he probably wouldn't have done that. Just looking on the bright side of things, people weren't really bad inherently...right? Still she would be careful around this guy from now on....
"That's crap then... He seemed a bit of a jerk but not so bad when I was talking to him last. Got a nasty cut on his arm from Joliette and thought I should fix it up so it didn't get too infected.... Didn't know about all this crap though." She shrugged a little bit. Even knowing what she did now...Awen would probably fix his arm again. She just couldn't bare to ignore someone that was hurt, even if they were greasy scum bags. Antoinette Devereux "He's been nothing but cruel to me once I wouldn't have sex with him," Antony shrugged, locking eyes with the manta woman, "I'm not as much of a whore as you may think." That's what all the girls usually thought of me, especially the 'other girls.' "Anways," she interjected before a long silence could form, "If it weren't for Chert... Then he probably would have killed me." As much as she hated to admit it, this was true. The way he was shaking and how pissed off he was, it would have been inevitable. Awen Zyn Awen blinked and sat up a little straighter at the comment about Antony not being as much of a shore as she thought. She blushed a little bit and tried to think of what words to stumble over to excuse her reaction. Great now she knows what you were thinking.
Thankful that she continued with something else Awen shamefully looked down at her plate. "Glad Chert was around... He's a good guy, after the shock and everything then?" She smiled a little bit, glad to know he was just freaking out and not that he was mean or anything. Antoinette Devereux Awen confirmed her suspicions, and the tattooed girl simply raised her eyebrows briefly, a cocky smile showing for even less time. "Yeah, he's just got a temper like me," she chuckled, looking up at the clock to check the time when Chert was brought up. Antony had left him in bed since it was quite early and he looked so much more at ease that way. "That reminds me, I should get back to my duplex. For all I know, Mr. Duchebag may still be after me." Awen Zyn Awen nodded a little bit before looking up again. "You want someone to go with ya. I mean... er... maybe not safe to be wandering alone. I can't do much...but that's what he would expect ya know? Besides this thing's heavy could just topple it onto him." Awen grinned a little bit. Yeah it was heavy..fell on Awen the other day, she would know.
But Awen looked down again for a moment and adopted a more somber-esque tone. "Sorry Antony. I'm trying not to.... I mean... just... urk... I just don't understand the appeal to that kinda lifestyle. And ya know... what one doesn't understand and all, kinda... crappy of me. So...sorry." Antoinette Devereux "That's okay," she kindly dismissed Awen's offer, "I've been going through the jungle and out of the way. Kind of paranoid, but it works. Don't think the IV will wheel well in the jungle." And then she finally addressed the whore comment. "I know, it's just easier to judge and blanket stereotype than to see who a person really is." There was a little bite in that comment, but her face didn't show any anger. Instead, she simply smiled before gathering a take out type box and piling up a whole entire breakfast into it. She even got the lunch lady person to give her a jug of both milk and orange juice. She looked as if she were just stocking up so she could stay in her duplex. As an after thought, Antony got another box and piled it with seeds and nuts. The squirrel had demanded it. Awen Zyn Awen chuckle from the thought of trying to wheel her IV through the jungle was cut short by the blanket statement. When Antony got up and was piling the food into a take out box Awen ate for a bit, watched for a bit. But when the nuts and seed were in the last box and it shut Awen made sure to look up again.
"See you later Antony... I'd like to start seeing who you really are..." In a sense that could be taken badly, or it could be taken for the cheesey-yet-sincere statement it was. Awen was pretty sure Antony got the drift and nodded a bit. That was it. This manta girl had been a complete a** after their talk. She was supposed to put harsh feelings behind and she realised she hadn't done that. Who was she to judge how this person was all around just because she slept with Jamal? She had forgiven Jamal all too easily, even though he had done the most wrong of the situation, so how was it fair to keep this barrier up with Antony? Really it was pety and Awen knew it. She would make an effort this time. "And um.. just yell if the skeeze finds ya on the path. I'll wheelie my way to someone that could help asap." Antoinette Devereux Antony glanced over to Awen with the cheesy statement, but simply turned and headed for the door, "Will do. Be careful." Despite the fact that she was curt, Antony meant no ill will, but she simply wanted to get back to her duplex before Chert woke up. Hopefully he hadn't left before she could thank him properly. It wasn't long before the tattooed girl was out of sight and the food was out of aroma range. Awen Zyn Awen nodded and once Antony left she looked down to her food again. She continued her meal in silence now that no one was around. Well no one but the cafeteria lady anyway, but she seemed busy and not much wanting to talk.
She thought, despite being near strangled the other day that Antony was in a rather good mood. Awen wondered if she had actually seen Jamal yet...
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 12:01 pm
Not too long after Antony had left for breakfast, some small noise at the door startled Chert into wakefulness. It was gone almost as soon as it had come, so he sleep addled senses didn't convey much more than the sudden, urgent need to be aware. His muscles decided to tense all at once, hauling him into a sitting position at the same time his eyes flew open- get up, GET UP! Danger, Will Robinson!... Ah, sorry. False alarm. Chert slumped forward and pressed his palms into his eyes.
"Goddamnit," he groaned.
After a moment, a feeling of absence to his side attracted his attention; there was a piece of paper lying on the bed, but no Antony. Curiously, he picked up the note. She hadn't been able to sleep, huh? Well, that was no surprise. Getting threatened by knife-wielding madmen tended to have that effect on most people. Chert founded himself wishing he'd wrenched that b*****d's neck just a little bit harder.
He was a little bit surprised that he'd managed to sleep through the night, though. It certainly hadn't been a very restful slumber, but it had been fairly constant. Maybe it was an after-effect of whatever the hell Aubrey had done to him (Brian Sanders, SLEEP!). Maybe his body had simply decided it was done with island for the night. Either way, he was feeling a little more human. Ha ha.
Chert snorted and began to get dressed. His chin had grown a fine layer of stubble since yesterday and he was in dire need of some dental hygiene, but the bag with all of his things in it was still back... there. Maybe he should just deal with breakfast first. The rest of that could wait. God, could it wait. Chert sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor vacantly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 12:19 pm
The woman in question arrived around five or ten minutes after she had left the cafeteria with the food and drinks. When she opened the door, she nearly tripped over the bag of goodies, but thanks the the squirrel, Antony managed to scamper about until she had her balance again.
Setting the take out boxes on the kitchen counter, Antony immediately picked up the bag and peered into it. The two freezerbags cheered her up immensely, and after taking out the toiletries and catalogs, the paper bag was shoved into a cabinet.
Balancing the load in her arms and leaving the food on the counter, Antony ambled back into the bedroom expecting to see Chert still sleeping, or possibly showering. "Oh! You're up," she said, slightly surprised but offering him a smile nonetheless. She dumped the pile of toiletries on the bed next to him, planning on coming back to sort them later. The magazines were stacked and then set on her dresser, the Victoria's Secret catalog ending up on top.
"I brought you back breakfast from the cafeteria to thank you if you want to eat, if not I'll just throw it in the fridge." The tattooed woman shrugged, looking slightly uncomfortable. This wasn't something she usually did for someone she just met, but he had saved her life.
Smiling in attempts to cover up what she thought was a negative trait, Antony ruffled his hair before heading towards the kitchen, "I don't usually do things like that, so I'd appreciate it if it stays between us."
After all, they could get the wrong sort of idea from it if they found out. Like that the two of them were dating...
And that would be horrible.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 12:51 pm
"Haven't been for long," Chert answered. The sudden appearance of the women's toiletires in his proximity caused him some discomfort, although the only sign he gave was a sudden tendency not to look down in that direction. The packaging on that stuff tended to be so pink and purple, and he could never figure out what all of it was for. If it wasn't soap and it wasn't shampoo, what purpose did it serve? They did raise another question though. Namely, where had Antony gotten them?
"Breakfast sounds great," he said, grimacing as Antony ruffled his hair. He'd been a few feet shorter the last time someone had done that. The sound of annoyance he made in his throat might have doubled as an agreement to Antony's request. It was difficult to tell.
"Do they have some sort of general store around here, or something?" His tone contained a bit of nonchalance, but it seemed a little forced.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 12:58 pm
She looked back at him and gave him a knowing smirk at his reaction to the ruffle. It had been intentional, and mostly to counter the fact that she was being sweet to him.
Regarding his next question, Antony simply shook her head, "Nah, I just called the people in charged and gave them a list, and they sent it next day."
The tattooed woman busied herself with opening the take out box, which contained a wide assortment of breakfast stuffs. Basically, a good portion of each thing that they offered at the cafeteria. There were pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, a few bagels (with cream cheese and loads of jam packets), waffles, and toast. She had even brought a jug of skim milk and some orange juice as well.
"I didn't know what you liked..." She offered apologetically as she rummaged around for a plate, silverware, and a clean glass. "So I just grabbed a whole bunch of food."
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 1:23 pm
"Ah," Chert said.
s**t, he thought.
Asking the higher-ups for anything seemed like a questionable course of action. He'd already managed to piss off Aubrey, and Moreau had obviously been steaming for years- what kind of orders might they have given their underlings concerning Chert?
Still, he couldn't just wander around the island for the duration of his stay, homeless and without supplies. He could try, he supposed- Chert spent a lot of time outdoors as a result of his (former) profession and enjoyed camping outdoors in his spare time, but that meant he usually had useful tools with him. Utility knives of one sort or another. Water. Shelter. And he wasn't even familiar with the island's environment. There was probably a source of fresh water somewhere, but "somewhere" wasn't much help.
Chert viciously jabbed a fork into a waffle. "Thanks," he said muttered darkly.
Apparently males weren't completely immune to mood swings.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 1:35 pm
Antony blinked.
This wasn't what Antony had expected in the least. It didn't even sound like he meant it when he said thanks!
Her semi-good mood was now ruined, and it was obvious on her face. She had done something nice and it had simply been kicked back into her face with nothing more than a grunt of thanks. This was EXACTLY why she never was nice to people who weren't friends, because they never really appreciated it. "I'm going to shower," she grunted curtly.
Giving him a pointed glare, she turned and headed back into the bedroom, stripping off her shirt and tossing it into the corner before striding into the bathroom. The water was cranked on to warm up as she returned to gather her new shampoo, soap, and whatnot to put into the bathroom.
The rest of her clothes were removed after she shut the door, accidentally leaving the door cracked out of habit. Sighing softly when she finally stepped under the spray to try and calm down. She really didn't want to let her temper out on the man who did save her life, even if he was being an a** about it.
She had brought him breakfast!
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