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 Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:07 pm
Tommy just gives a sad smile at the words, 'it's not so bad.'
"Yeah...that seems to be how most people see it around here. Not so bad..." He sighs, and suddenly a thought came to him,
"By the way, if you don't mind me asking, how did you get here?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:12 pm
Chana shook her head...everyone the same thing, of course. It was all they could say.
"I was hired to be a counselor at a camp for mentally impaired adults," she replied after a long pause. The beaver snorted. "I knew something was up when they didn't give me instructions right away...but I clung to my naivete for as long as I possibly could."
She snorted again and gave a dry laugh at how foolish she'd been.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:14 pm
"Oh! So some of y'all were actually tricked into coming here? Wow..." Tommy looks borderline horrified for a moment before continuing, "Damn, yeah I just happened upon here after floating out at sea for while...uh...yeah, the jet I was on crashed."
He begins chuckling, "Heheh...I'd be in Italy right now, on a beach."
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:19 pm
"So you were an easy mark," she said, a bit harshly. "People will assume that you're dead anyway. Aren't they lucky," she all but spat.
"Most of the people here were tricked, I believe," the beaver continued. "Very few got here...on their own in some way." Chana curled up on a bean bag a bit moodily and tried to watch the movie. It was difficult to pay attention when all the gloomy thoughts seemed intent on drowning her right now.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:24 pm
On one hand, Tommy was secretly rejoicing he found someone who didn't really believe that it wasn't so bad here...on the other hand, he began to realize just what those magical words did for the people here.
.oO(No wonder the other two I met wanted to get away from me so fast...*sigh*)
"Damnit...I'm sorry, Chana, I know it's more than a sore subject around here. I didn't mean to...I dunno...bring it up, I guess..." Tommy looks away quickly, seeming to pay attention to the movie, when in reality, it was the last thing on his mind.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:30 pm
Chana sighed. At least he was polite, which was good. He might not piss off too many people that way.
"It's all right, you're new and don't know any better. I mean, until the first change, I think most people spend most of their time thinking about the rest of the world. But once it hits you that you're here..." she sighed.
"I don't even know why I'm trying to explain this. You'll understand soon enough," the beaver finished, lamely. Was she anything like Kim Novack's character in the movie? The witch had fallen in love and given up her powers to be with the man she loved...wasn't that sort of like how she'd resigned herself to her fate as a beaver? If she wasn't here, becoming a beaver, she would never have met Stewart.
Maybe there was a bright spot in every shadow.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:35 pm
"Yeah...that's what I hear," Tommy says distractedly.
Tommy is strangely silent for a time. Horrifying thoughts run through his head: What am I going to change into? ...no...no! It's not going to happen to me...I mean, I'll hide or something...ugh...that won't work...will I still be able to talk? What about my hands? Will I ever see my family again?
These thoughts plague Tommy for most of the movie. It is probably easy to see most of them through his vacant expression and worried eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:42 pm
Chana shakes her head at him and turns her full attention to the movie. At least the ending is happier than her reality, even if it's still bittersweet.
The movie rolls on towards the inevitable conclusion and finally, as the witch-no-more begins to cry, she speaks to Tommy again.
"If you're here, you're already doomed. You can't escape, so you might as well make the best of your new life. And enjoy being human," she advises. Not that she thinks he'll listen, or even that he's listening right now. He just deserves to have some good advice.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 6:23 pm
Tommy clenches and unclenches his fist a few times as he turns from the television screen to Chana. It is apparant that Tommy's been holding his anger in check for a while now and he's losing his grip on his pent up fury.
As he slowly looks over Chana, he notes the many human features that were taken away. And suddenly, he looks at peace. His eyes narrow, not in malice, but determination. In what seems to be a strange, calm sort of rage, Tommy speaks slowly and distinctly, "In basic training...our cadre forced us to memorize a poem. Of every quote and ever speech we ever had to commit to memory, this one stuck with me the most," Tommy takes a deep breath, stands, and begins to recite. The cadet begins speaking and his voice takes on the tone of a poet. Quite surprising coming from someone like him,
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
"Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night,"
Tommy begins to head for the front doors, a strange, almost manic grin on his face,
"Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
"Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light,"
As Tommy opens the doors, he pauses to finish the last verse,
"And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
He punctuates the last word by stepping out into the twilight and closing the doors.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:06 pm
Chana, startled, looks up and blinks in surprise at the emotion in her companion's voice. She closes her eyes to listen better to the poem--Tommy is much more skilled in recitation than she would have ever guessed.
She blinks, startled again, as the door closes. Sighing, she gets up to remove the tape from the machine and turn off the TV.
"I've heard that poem before," she says quietly to the vanished man.
End
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 12:28 pm
((New rp))
Pyroth was, and had been in a daze since his transformation, not really aware entirely of what he looked like, he had set up a rather effective repression technique where he didn't even look at himself in reflections, anything. In his opinion, so long as he thought human, he would remain so.
It was around afternoon that he made his way to the recreation room, a place he had only visited once or twice, but for a change he'd decided there would be no hurtling around the jungle like an animal, simply civilised movie veiwing. He made his way into the room with a casual and as dignified as he could manage trot, making a beeline almost immediately to the DVD storage to pick out what he wanted to watch.
It was around this point that he noticed his two problems. The first was that he was currently about 4 foot tall, only able to get to the bottom two rows of the storage - almost all action movies, which bored him - the second problem was the fact that he'd be very lucky indeed if he could remove a CD from it's case and put it into the DVD player. He growled in a frustrated manner at this, turning and stalking to the couch where he hopped up and lay across the cushions, all the while snarling to himself.
"Whatever happened to VCRs?! at least THOSE I could put on."
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 12:33 pm
Maryke's head was swimming. After the whole ordeal of last night she wanted nothing more then to stick to the places she knew that...frog thing wouldn't be. And since she had seen, or thought she seen anyway, Newt walking down one length of the hallway she quickly doubled back and dodged through a door at random in order to miss him entirely. It seemed to have worked, however the madame didn't count on there being a very large and very frightening looking 'dog' in the room with her. She couldn't tell which would make her more scared, if this was a animal person or if this was actually a dog dog.
Either way she was pretty sure she was ********. She had already entered halfway into the room when she saw the large mammal. She bit her bottom lip and tried to slowly back out, without making a sound, hoping upon hope that he wouldn't notice her.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 12:36 pm
Of course Marke wouldn't have a chance to back out as the ever lively Colche bounded in to the room with a song obn her lips and a grin on her face "I gotsa world onna string sittin' onna rainbow, gots that strings roun' my finger, wassa worl, wassa life, I in love" Of course her cheery tone came to a stop when she bumped in to marke, her smile never faded though her blue eyes set curiously upon the long haired woman.
Those perfect blue eyes were of course still very human, one of a few things Colche had kept during her transformation from human in to anthro. Her hair dangled around her like a dark river covering her already furre covered chest, a few strands draping over her furry cheeks. "Hai" she said at last her nose twitching "New?" she giggled and bounced past marke, she was less interested in new people these days they didn't accept things the way they should, after their first transformation, they were fine but when they were newbies, well they just gave you freaked out looks half the time.
As she padded towards the sofa she spotted the very doggish Pyroth and her smile split even further (if that was possible!) "Pyroth!" she giggled andbolted for the couch virtually taking a flying leap to wrap her arms around the fuzzy cayote. She could never mistake Pyroth, his scent, though more doggish now than ever, was forever wedged in ehr nostrils. Lifting her head she giggled "Tramp!" she puurrs, her beautiful blue eyes dancing, to be called 'Tramp' was a term of endeerment to the little cheetah girl. Everyone had a nickname, or mostly everyone, her favourite chracters, were her favourite islanders and tramp was right up there on top of the list.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 12:39 pm
Pyroth heard the door open almost the instant it did, sitting up on the couch and looking over. It wasn't someone he knew. Damn. Familiar islanders might have had an idea who he was but it didn't seem this woman had any idea. He dropped whatever agression he might have been showing prior to her entering the room and flicked back his ears in a combined expression of submissiveness and indifference. For the first time since getting onto the island he actually debated wether talking was a good idea or not, wether keeping quiet would diffuse some of the panic of the situation.
But again he reminded himself that he was human and acting the way he looked was sheer lunacy. He shrugged, leaning back on the couch a little more, stating in a totally calm manner. "I don't bite, you know."
He was about to say more than this when Colche bounded into the room, a flurry of enthusiasm and black-on-yellow fur. As she zoomed over to hug him, he wagged his tail, like this unable to stop himself from returning her affection with a few canine licks. He had never taken offence at her nickname for him, generally knowing with Colche there was little maliciousness in anything. "Hello!" he grinned.
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