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 Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:07 pm
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: Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:14 pm
"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.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:31 pm
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?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:44 pm
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.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 11:04 pm
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.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 11:14 pm
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.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 11:41 pm
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.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:38 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:41 pm
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.
End RP
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 4:12 pm
New RP
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.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 4:20 pm
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.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 4:41 pm
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.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 4:49 pm
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.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 4:57 pm
"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."
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 5:02 pm
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.
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