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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 7:53 am
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 5:14 pm
When Richard awakens after the Incident!, he discovers an area on her stomach that appears to have four injection marks in a square-formation, still with the stained remnants of an iodine-swab over the whole area.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 4:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 5:49 pm
It had been a very long time since Richard had actually done anything resembling a spring cleaning. Cleaning, when it happened, tended to focus on a single area and then cease. She had been a fairly stereotypical bachelor in that sense after Cathy died. Since arriving on the island her habit hadn't changed at all, gotten worse actually. Clothing and notebooks were piled on every surface and all over the floor.
With the shear amount of dust in the room, cleaning the duplex a little bit wasn't an option. Whatever they had used, it made Richard eyes water and irritated her nose. She had no choice but to use a face mask to cover her nose and attack her mess. It wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. It felt good to tackle at least one problem head on.
As she worked, she couldn't help herself from rubbing her muzzle against various objects. She realized it this time, knew the behavior wasn't human. Something she wasn't even capable of before. Yet she found herself unwilling to put a stop to it. It made the room seem more, homey as it were.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:29 pm
Hello Operator
Richard stood naked in front of her mirror staring into her own inhuman eyes. There was a tape measure in clenched in her uninjured handpaw. She had been putting this off far too long, and as much as it pained her black and blue ego, she needed clothing. More specifically, clothes that fit, clothes cut for a woman. She was so tired of being uncomfortable, of wincing every time she moved to fast, of the back back pains she was starting to have. She wanted to be comfortable again, even if that meant asking for clothes... and bras.
Slowly and awkwardly she measured herself. Wrapping the stiff carpenter tape measure around her body the best she could. Metallic sprangs and small, depressed mews were the only sounds that could heard during the process. She wrote each measurement down on a pad held in her lower left hand, pen in the lower right. The task was certianly made easier with the extra arms and it was over quickly. Still there was something incalculable about her posture and motions. Her shoulders, all four of them seemed to slump slightly after each measurement. Each one, her waist her hips, her chest was another nail in the coffin of a man who was named Richard.
When she was finished, she looked back at her reflection. Saw the depression etched into her posure and the remains of her face. That wasn't who she was, wasn't who Richard had been. Gritting her teeth she drew herself back upto her full 6 feet three inches and looked her self in the eye. "Richard, Your a Ma-" Her gaze fell to her breast, her hip and she couldn't say it. Even to herself. the fact was she didn't feel male. No matter what she was, there was just too much evidence to the contrary, both physically and she her own sensitivity.
She took a moment to regroup and tried again. "Richard you'll get through this. There will be an antidote, this is temporary." Yes that was it, this was just temporary. It was an easier lie to swallow, to make herself feel good.
She marched over to the intercom and jabbed the 0 button.
It rang, once... twice. "Hello Mrs. Harrison, how can I help you." Answered a professional voice from the line, the "Mrs." just slightly drawled upon.
Richard felt her hackles raise on her neck and her lips pulled away from her teeth. "Just Rrrrrrichard please," she said, struggling to prevent the growl from rising from her throat. "I would like to place an order."
"Of course... Richard." The voice had just enough of a mocking tone to infuriate Richard but not enough to call her on it.
Richard lick her lips and tried to calm down as she reach for the catalog on her desk. She flipped it open to the a filled out order form. "Just a few items of clothing." She stated as she launched into a long list of catalog numbers.
They described an entirely new wardrobe for the displacer beast. Everything from bras to suits to bathrobes. There were no skirts or dresses, all the underwear was conservative and boring. The colors were drab tan, white and black. It did contain clothes for any occasion, from louge wear to formal wear.
After all the catalog numbers were confirmed the tech asked, "And the size you would like these for?"
Richard responded without hesitation, "I'm a size 26 with a 48 D in the chest." There, she said it. She had breasts and they were large. "And I would like all of the clothes to modified to accommodate all my limbs please."
"I will forward your request for approval... Mrs. Richard." And the intercom went dead.
Richard glared at the intercom, considering ripping it out of the wall. Growling she turned away. She needed to do something masculine and fast.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:33 pm
Yummy Rabbits
Tommy and Richard AIM RP
Richard sprawled out on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The TV was off for the moment. She knew being here wasn't exactly productive but felt some what listless after spending almost the entire night cleaning and then... measuring herself.
"I hate this ******** place," Tommy muttered for the umpteenth time over his stay at the island. Sure, bitching didn't help matters...but it did make him feel better about them. With a sigh, Tommy looked up at the door to the entertainment room...he hadn't been here in a while, spending most of his time down at the beach ar. A few pukes later though convinced him it was time to cut back. A grunt escaped from his maw as he shouldered the door open and crutched himself inside.
Richard heard the muffled swearing through the door. She licked the back of her hand and ran it over hair. Her green eyes are fixed on Tommy as he opens the door. She smiles at him, lips closed, "Tommy," She says in greeting, in that drastically change voice.
Tommy had to fight back the urge to let out a squeak when the first thing he saw was Richard's glowing green eyes. He managed to change the pitch in time and was blasted by a fragmented image of echolocation. He shook his head and forced a grin on his face as he crutched himself inside. "Richard! Hey, how'sit goin?" In all honesty, Tommy felt terrible about how he thought of Richard now...but something about the feline he had become just creeped him out. The female aspect didn't help any either.
Richard saw the cringe and pointedly ignored it. She was just glad not to have to go through the whole, gender shock again. So relieved infact that there was a faint purr in her chest. "I'm fine, now that I cleaned out all that dust out of the duplex."
"Damn Labs"
Tommy just nodded as he crutched himself closer. He took a moment to climb up onto a chair and suddenly wished that they would install a pull up bar in here as well. Ah well...thoughts for another time. "Yeah...I hear that," he said while taking out a packet of blood. "They do anything crazy to you? I woke up on the floor with an injection mark on the inside of my arm."
Richard looked uncomfortable and gazed at the blank TV. "Four in my stomach, I hope it was just a joke. I don't feel feverish." Still a paw went to her forehead, testing it. The thought of another change made her stomach twist into knots. "Think it was Sabin's idea?" She almost kept her voice level... Almost
Tommy's ears of course picked up on every subtle change in her voice...so this was definantly noted. He just winced as she claimed her wounds and shook his head. "Christ..." he muttered before looking back to her. "Well...more than likely...I mean, the last day we all remember was March 31st...the next's April fools...and after what we saw during Halloween, I'm not putting anything past 'em."
"Its not August." She growled now as she held up her forearm and pulled back the sleeve to reveal a black and blue arm, teeth marks now scabbed over. The wounds were healing but it still wasn't pretty. "Unless they froze me solid, that wouldn't still be there if it were August."
Tommy blinked at the wound, at first wondering just who the hell she got into a fight with...He mentally sighed, realizing that he's now automatically using the word 'who' instead of 'what.' He shook his head, "Yeah...yeah I know. My shoulder still aches from where I was attacked by a boar. I'm just wondering what the point of it was...I mean, halloween they wanted to scare us shitless...what's this? Just to keep us off balance? Keep us from...planning anything?"
"Seth," She answered the unasked question. She wanted people to know the little b*****d was dangerous. At the actual question she just shrugged. "It was supposed to be funny, it was probably a test to see how we would react. A little bit of a demonstration too." She crossed her arms infront of her chest. "You just have to live, keep going." She was attempting to convince herself more than Tommy.
Tommy just shook his head, not knowing what to think of that. Last time he had talked to Seth he had seemed anything but feral...goddamnit...another one down. He looked back up to Richard, "Yeah, that's probably what it was about...but I hear you there...Sure freaked some people out. Newt went almost completely nuts."
Richard nods at the mention of Newt. "Heard he was doing better at least." She looked at Tommy with curiousity in her eyes.
Tommy nodded a few times as he poked a hole in the blood packet with a straw. "They drew vivisection lines across his chest with a permanent marker...he just about flipped. That...and he was worried about Dee."
Dee... Richard reminded herself that she needed to check up on Dee. "Dee changed last week, it... wasn't pretty. I think she might have a special serum." She raised her tentacles up behind her back to illustrate. "I wish I knew what Newt did to anger the labs so much."
"Christ...should'a figured...they always give the worst ones to the nicest people...while ******** like Zach become a dragon." He shook hi shead and sipped on his blood packet. "Anyway, yeah...turns out Newt freaked out ran off when she needed his help...poor guy though...I've never seen someone that neurotic."
"Whatever Dee is, she has some rather long fangs. Newt was rather put off by mine the last time we... talked." She smiled, showing her own set. While she felt bad on one level for Newt, the scent of his fear was pleasent.
Tommy forced a grin at that, showing of his own few...but razor-like teeth. "So...what, predatory, eh? Goddamn, more of you bastards come up every day...makes the parasites like myself jealous." Although in reality, the current situation truly was horrifying, Tommy did his best to make light of the situation...if only to make himself feel better.
Richard giggled at that, her tail lashed with amusement. Her dour mood seemed to be slipping away a bit. "Care for a game of cards?"
Tommy eyed Richard's tail as it lashed about, at least someone wasn't miserable. He grinned again, "Sure...any particular game you have in mind?"
Richard pulled herself off the couch and onto her feet. A slight purr audible to Tommy's sensitive ears. "Its been a long time." She grinned as she rooted around for a deck. "A bit of Rummy or cribbage perhaps?" Playing cards was a normal thing to do if one is bored. It would distract her from thinking about her unguarded tree. Finding the deck she walked over a table, threaded her tail through the back and sat down.
Tommy looked for somewhere to put is packet of blood...but couldn't find one...and blood stains were hard as hell to get out of clothes. He just shrugged and chugged the rest. This act was soon followed by a copper smelling burp. He glanced over to Richard, hearing the purr...he was never going to get used to that. Tommy remembered the last time they met and Richard had rubbed his face all over his own...now that was awkward. He silently hoped that loss of control was only temporary. With a grunt as he slid off of the chair, he began crutching his way over toward the table and sat down. "Whatever sounds good to me...we need to get a hold'em game going one of these days though."
She smiled at the idea of a poker game as she used her smaller hands to open the pack and started to shuffle the cards. "Poker eh? Any idea what to use for currency?" she chuckled as she fanned the cards on the table. She watched Tommy with that unblinking stare as he made his way over.
And just like always, that stare made Tommy increasingly uncomfortable...but...Richard was still Richard, right? I mean...he...no, she...she just looks different. It's the bat in you...yeah, that's right...the bat. He kept the grin on his face as he sat down. With a groan, he stretched out his wing/hands, getting them uncramped from walking around with them all the time. "We could always pull a Gilligan's Island and use coconuts...nah, but seriously...I dunno, maybe just use crap that we have over in our duplexes...like, say...I can bet a ballpoint pen...not much, pretty cheap...somone raises me their iPod charger...yaknow, that sort of thing."
Before Richard began to deal out the cards, she brought the deck up to her muzzle and marked the deck with her scent. Then she dealt, taking her eyes off Tommy as she did so. "Well I always could use some more pens. I would think your the last person on the island that wants to get involved in a poker game." She winked at him before resuming her unblinking eye contact.
Tommy gave a mental groan as he saw her 'mark' the deck. .oO(Whatever...whatever...just little things...she's still Richard...yeah...please...) Once more, he just grinned though. "Oh? And why's that? I can bluff with best of 'em...or at least just wing it and pretend like I do."
Richard visibly winced at the wing comment. "You can bluff all you want flyboy, but you need luck and skill to win at poker. And as I believe we will note." Richard reached over and placed the cribbage board on the table. "You have neither when it comes to card games." She smirked as her tail curled around the leg of her chair. As she fanned out her hand, with her lower hands she picked at her teeth with a single extended claw
Tommy watched as the displacer beast deftly used her 'new' hands...and for a moment he was, in an insane sort of way, completely jealous. .oO(Goddamnit...I want my ******** hands back) he thought to himself angrily...so absorbed in his thoughts that he almost missed what she said. He looked up and just smirked, "That's mostly 'cause you keep on pulling these weird-a** games out of your a** that I hardly know how to play. Now, give me a texas hold-em game with enough people...heh...well, you'll see." He grinned at the thought. He missed those days where he just spent a weekend playing poker with his friends...Tommy's heart fell a little as he thought back to those times. Immediately, he tried to think of something else...can't dwell on the past...not now.
"Weird a**?" She gave a halfhearted growl in Tommy's general direction. "Why cribbage is ancient! Goes back past the middle ages! Was a game of kings!" Richard actually had no idea but it sounded good. Ancient history was never her strong point. "If your that eager to gamble however, I believe I have a wager for you." Richard had a pile of very dusty laundry that needed to be done.
"Damn straight they're weird-a**," he said, more joking than anything, "And I doubt if the 'kings' that played 'em ere anything but normal." Grinning, he stretched out his hands once more. "But I think you've got me pegged wrong, my friend, for as much as I do like gambling...I do not due so when the house has this much of an advantage on me."
"Welll...." Richard purred at Tommy, "if you can't handle an intense game like cribbage, then I suppose..." Richard paused for a moment, pondering what Tommy might want. Her eyes fell on the discard blood packet. She recalled that there was a rabbit den near her tree. Perhaps... She grinned as her predatory mind leaped at the idea. "I suppose you might miss out on something a bit fresher."
Tommy quirked a brow at that and looked up to Richard. That purr was unsettling...but almost everything Richard did nowadays was unsettling. He did his best to keep his bearing...at least training in the military had given him some useful skills. "Last time..." he muttered as he looked over the cards, "Last time I tried for something 'fresher' ...I was half crazed and took down a boar." He looked back up, eyes in an unblinking stare at Richard. .oO(I'm not as worthless as everyone things...they'll see...but...goddamn this medical blood tastes like s**t...) With a sigh, he glanced back down and then to Richard once more. "But...I'm not entirely disinterested..." he said softly.
Even when human Richard had never been hesitant about the animals he destroyed for research purposes and was far less inclined to care now. "Simple then, you win I'll bring you a live rabbit, I win, well I've got a pile of dusty laundry needs to be done." She seemed quite pleased with herself, not even noticing the slippery moral slope she was stepping out on.
"Oh? But again we must deal with the small fact that the house odds are extremely great...on your end, I mean. Not to mention the fact that...in my condition...it would be a considerably bigger pain in the a** for me to do your laundry than it would be for you to use one of your many limbs to catch a rabbit. You've gotta change the deal a bit if you ever want the bat to play." Tommy, despite himself, grinned...he wasn't entirely sure Richard was serious...he kind of hoped not...but regardless, bartering like this was kind of fun.
Richard chuckled, "Well if you have a counter offer I'd love to hear it. Although I must remind you that I have never hunted before, I doubt it would be as easy as a trip to the cafe."
"Well, again, you've gotta make it more appealing. As of right now, with a game I rarely play, I'm not too confindent. The way a proper hustle works is the hustler goads the hustlee into a game he or she thinks he or she is very good at, all the while the huster knows he's better or at least has a better angle. Furthermore, using these ideas, you should already have another offer. This one dealing with Texas Hold'em." He grinned, loving this. "Goddamn I should've been a lawyer."
"Hustle? Me?" She tryed to look innocent with a slight purr. The image was disturbing to say the least. "I'm just trying to get out of doing my dusty laundry. You could always trade the favor away." She giggled at the idea of using her laundry as currency.
Tommy couldn't help but laugh at the disturbing image...Like always, making light of a horrible situation made it so much better on the batman. He grinned and thumbed a clawed thumb at his nose. "Do you have any idea how dust and shedding affects a gigantic nose like mine?"
"I hope less than my own," she said, sobering somewhat in tone. "I have appearently developed an allergy to dust. I had to wear a face mask cleaning up from the labs little trick to keep my brains from being expelled from my nose." She rolled her eyes at that and her tail swished in irritation. "So your appealing for a change in the game? Is that what your telling me?" She gathered the cards back up with her little hands and began to shuffle. It wasn't nearly as smooth as it had been with her original hands but it was managable. "You'd be safer with cribbage," She smirked.
Tommy quirked a brow at that...but his grin came back nonetheless. "Hustler," he said, jokingly, "but you don't want to wait for more people? Hell, that way you could get way more than just a batch of laundry. Hell, with the betting in Texas Hold'em...get about four people...s**t, you won't have to touch your laundry for weeks!"
"More people?" She showed her teeth with what appeared to be a threatening grin. "Why wait? there is always more laundry." She was quite serious. "I've got three bags of laundry to play with, vs three succulent rabbits for your consumption. You game?" She cut the deck.
"Waitwaitwait...hold yer horses there...what I'm wondering is: just how they were going to play hold'em with only three chips each to bet with? It'd be a game of anties and that's it!"
She stops and considers, raising a hand paw to lick, once, then twice. "Multiply it by five, we start with fifteen chips, you need twenty at the end of five hands, for one rabbit, 25 for two and 30 thirty for 3, same goes for me and my laundry." She licked her lips, many of her principles utterly abandoned in the pursuit of a little competition. Even if she lost... a sane excuse to hunt was attractive on many levels.
Tommy thinks for a moment and upon seeing Richard groom herself had the sudden urge to practice that habit he had developed recently. He quickly ran his right forearm over his head and ears a few times before looking back up to Richard. "Alright...you got yourself a game."
Richard smiles as she begins the deal. Her tail lashing with excitement, she's enjoying herself. Those inhuman and unblinking eyes bore into Tommy as the first round commences, but as the turn is revealed her tail suddenly stops its movement.
Tommy grinned, glad to be doing something semi-normal instead of wallowing over his situation. Even if that 'normal' thing equates to what most prisoners due back in the states. He himself kept a slight smirk on his face throughout the game, falling back into the habit of a pokerface. His eyes did catch the tail drop though...a bet soon followed.
She should of folded but she didn't, that might be percieved as backing off. Tommy was the prey in this game and she had no intentions of letting the bat bluff her way past her. She matched and hoped her luck would hand her at least a pair.
Tommy saw the weak call from Richard which that...along with the tail gave him a decent idea of what she had. She was going for he straight draw...no dice though...she has about a 2% chance of hitting it...he decided to bet the same amount again...if she folds, well...he won the pot without having to show what he had and if she calls...he gets some extra change.
Richard lost the hand, conceding an entire rabbit to Tommy. She growled as Tommy took the chips realizing that Tommy might actually have some skill with poker. The next hands she played much smarter but luck did not favor her much. She never noticed how her tail would always stop dead when she had a bad hand or just the tip of it would curl when she had a really good hand.
Tommy, having quite a bit of situational awareness, was quickly able to capitalize on her highly visible tell...and for the umpteenth time he once again was very thankful he didn't have a tail. Overall, he ended up winning two rabbits off of Richard while only having to do one batch of laundry for the Dispacer Beast. After the game, Tommy's poker face fell and he tried to act like nothing big happened. On one hand, he wanted to tell Richard about her tail...but on the other...the idea of a fresh meal was too good to pass up. He just shrugged and looked to Richard, frowning as she growled.
"Well that... went poorly." Richard glared at the chips as her tail lashed angrily behind her. She hated losing to the bat man or to anyone for that matter. How the hell did he do that? He appeared to have read her like a book. She took a deep breath, telling herself that it didn't really matter. It was just two rabbits, and he would be doing one of loads of laundry, she allowed herself a cruel vision of Tommy struggling with the laundry and smiled. "Well that was fun. I'll drop my laundry off at your place tonight and I'll see about the rabbits soon." Her smile widened into a predatory grin at the word rabbits.
Tommy's unease grew and grew...he soon began to seriously wonder if it was such a bright idea to win against a Displacer beast. He grinned uneasily and nodded a few times, "Sure thing. Just drop on by my duplex sometime soon."
Richard yawned, showing Tommy her teeth again and then looked out the window at the setting sun. She was still exhausted from the sleepless night. Even her feline instincts were no match for the exhaustion that had just hit her. "Well I'll see you later Tommy," fixing him with that glare as she rose and headed for the door.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 4:00 pm
A couple of days after his order, Richard receives a large package at her doorstep. There is only a note with a stylized smily face taped to the top, with no other message.
Inside:
Skirt/spaghetti shirt set:
http://www.tallwomensclothes.com/images/uploads/727_706_thumb.jpg
Plus-sized dress/coat set:
http://www.curvydiva.co.uk/cnb/shop/curvydiva?imageID=1766&op=imgLib-viewImage
(with necessary holes)
Black mesh pants:
http://www.curvydiva.co.uk/cnb/shop/curvydiva?imageID=1696&op=imgLib-viewImage
Jeans (x2):
http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/08/36/24/84/0008362484479_215X215.jpg
Cascade Jacket:
http://www.curvydiva.co.uk/cnb/shop/curvydiva?imageID=1941&op=imgLib-viewImage
Sand capris:
http://www.curvydiva.co.uk/cnb/shop/curvydiva?imageID=1593&op=imgLib-viewImage
Blue tube top:
http://www.mytiesarongs.com/images/trr1.jpg
Black short shorts:
http://www.shopjuici.com/pics/johnson-shorts/gertrude-black-plaid-lg.jpg
Women's suit/skirt set:
http://www.divine-fashion.com/images/8805.jpg
(with holes cut on the sides and back for appendages)
Pink Ball gown (with extra holes in side):
http://www.vintageous.com/hatc.jpg
Some T-shirts (unmodified):
http://www.bigcatshirts.com/images/tigers/10_1263.jpg
http://www.8ball.co.uk/productimages/29861-1.jpg
http://www.80stees.com/images/products/Dungeons_Dragons-T.jpg
http://pics.livejournal.com/dorky_secret/pic/0000kt24/s320x240
A few baby-t's
http://www.goodstorm.com/files/images/D1F2C1C7_129BA36D.jpg
http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11065154/Kitty_Baby_T_shirt.jpg
http://www.teambigbobberz.com/mmbobberzshirt.jpg
Five appropriately-sized bras.
Six pairs of appropriately-sized women's panties
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 7:34 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 12:14 pm
Richard eyed the package suspiciously when she saw the smiley face. It indicated humor, which in turn meant Sabin, and that usually meant nothing good for the islanders. After bringing the package inside she opened the package with a claw.
Maybe the staff was just being friendly? Maybe the entire package wasn't a joke. She allowed her hopes to raise minutely when she saw the brown suit jacket on the top. Prehaps it would be alright. Lifting the the jacket with a hint of a smile, it fell when she saw the brown fabric under it.
That was not a matching pair of pants. Her left ear twitched involuntary as she tossed the jacket on the bed and snatch at the fabric. It was a skirt. she gave a growl and muttered something unjust about Sabin's mother. She held the skirt out in front of her like it was she was afraid to touch it. She shot a whithering glare at her intercom, "I'm not wearing a skirt. I ordered pants!" She tossed the offend clothing on the bed, letting it fall in a rumpled pile.
Turning back to the box her eyes widened and her jaw fell, her expression one of horror. She reached down into the box with a single claw extended and hooked the horror that held her attention. If the skirt had been distasteful to her, the pink monstrosity that she slowly pulled out of the box might well be radioactive. As soon as it was fully out of the box she paraded over to her trash can, stomped on the pedal to open it and dropped the dress, being careful not to touch it.
She shot another glare in the direction of the intercom before she returned to unpacking the box, hoping the rest of her order was intact. It wasn't but at least there was nothing quite as horrible as that hideous dress. Although she boggled at the tube top, she didn't throw it away and she even chuckled at a few of the T-shirts, taking the time to cut holes in the normal ones except for the sex panthers one.
After she put all the clothes away except for a single outfit, she looked over her duplex, handpaws on her hips, lower arms crossed, shaking her head. Well it wasn't a complete loss she reasoned, she did have four pairs of pants and they didn't muck with her underwear order. Perhaps she could order more clothing later. She didn't like doing her laundry more than once a week.
She donned a white bra, then covered it with the top from the skirt set and pulled on of the pairs of jeans. She got up and walked around the room, not sure what to make of the sensation. The stuff fit, after over a month of squeezing or strapping herself into clothing that wasn't ever intended for her body type to have clothing that fit was wonderful. The bra chafed a little around the lower shoulders but it was a small price to pay for the actual support.
She purposely avoided looking in the mirror however, not wanting to ruin the moment with that image. Instead she set out for the cafe, tail held high and a slight purr in her throat.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 1:23 pm
What a horrible, horrible thing to come across.
She had wanted to enjoy herself for once, and bask in the warmth of the island! Really! But seeing that... that thing! was just a downpour on her parade. It didn't matter how nice this island might be. She wasn't going to lay out in the sun or explore while there were monsters like that lizard running amok. She would just enjoy her stay from the inside of whatever establishment they had been given, thank you!
Glancing over her shoulder, the woman rapped several times on the duplex door, calling. "Manuel! Manuel, let me in!" In the meantime, she adjusted her dress accordingly, fishing around in her bra for the key just in case the man was either out or asleep.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 1:36 pm
Unfortunately for Mercedes the door which she was knocking on was not her husbands duplex. Richard was taking her afternoon nap in the air conditioned comfort of her duplex. Despite the rather questionble choice of clothing the labs had delivered it felt amazing to have clothing that fit. And so feeling more human than she had in weeks the thought of her unprotected tree was distant today.
She woke to the noise quickly, pushing herself up from her bed. It didn't catch Meredes words though. Only the tone of Mercades' voice reached her.
Grunting Richard swung herself off the bed to go see who it was. Richard's face briefly appeared in the window before disappearing. The there was a fumbling of the lock and the door opened a crack. Richard's inhuman eyes staring out of the darkened duplex. "Can I help you?" The femine voice whispered sleepily.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 1:46 pm
The Spaniard jolted somewhat when an unfamiliar presence appeared in the doorway. Those were not Manuel's brown eyes staring out at her. Did he have someone over? Or maybe...
"Ay yi... I'm sorry, I must have the wrong place." The tanned woman fumbled, her own dark eyes never leaving those bright, bright teal ones. "This is not number thirty-three, is it? I'm new... I must have gotten lost. I'm sorry." She offered meekly, some fear beginning to build in her. It sounded like an ordinary woman, but maybe it was another one of those monsters? Nah... They couldn't live in duplexes!
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 2:01 pm
Richard's nostrils flared as Mercade's scent and her fear drifted into them. A pink tongue flicked out her mouth and over Richard's triangular nose. The scent instantly wiping the sleep from her features. She pushed her head out into the sunlight to get a better look and scent of this new person. "Yowrl?" The sound wasn't human but it was clearly a question. The sunlight revealed her cat like face to her visitor.
"How new?" She asked.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 2:12 pm
She could faintly hear sniffing coming from the inside, but she hadn't seen Richard's face. Had she not poked her head out, Mercedes would have gone on assuming 'yorwl' was some foreign word. But now she had a full view of the other's face, and her eyes became quite large. This was just far too much for her to take. First a lizard, now some sort of cat...
"Ay....ay..." She babbled, the high-heeled shoes making a clatter on the ground when she dropped them. Then, with a shuddering gasp, those brown eyes rolled skywards, unseeing as her long and lean body crumpled away into the ground. The woman had fainted. Well, she was just a bundle of dramatics today, wasn't she?
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