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"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..."

"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 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."

"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.

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.

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Valentine felt the handshake waver for just a second, but didn't let any trace of her embarrassment show in her face. She had gotten very good at reading handshakes, in her years as an intern, and then later businesswoman. Zach's was cautious and slightly timid, but firm nonetheless. He lingered not a second longer than he had to. She also caught the glance he flicked towards her hand after he released it, but brushed it off with the excuse that Zach certainly wasn't a hypocrite, he was too nice.

A glimmer of surprise crossed Valentine's face at her neighbor's familiarity with her company, though she shouldn't have been suprised - BVI was relatively well-known, in drug circles. His statement was correct, though, and made Valentine smile with pride. "Yes, as a matter of fact we were. We're quite proud of Netarin, and the progress it's made." The drug had made quite a stir when it had first been approved by the FDA, with many skeptics claiming that it wasn't possible to have a drug that could actually treat diabetes, and that the only treatment possible was stem cell therapy. Her company had proven them all wrong, though, and with the amount of diabetics in the world (especially Type II), Netarin was doing a booming trade.

Valentine's initial wince of sympathy for Zach's accident turned into a frown of disbelief. The part of her that was whispering about Moreau's evil plots grew louder, even as a larger part of her mind refuted it. "It's not possible..." Valentine's voice trailed off, but yet another part of her, her most traitorous part, slipped a bit of awe into that sentence.

"The technology for this isn't advanced enough...unless...no, that's too crude! But it's just the kind of thing Moreau would do - what?!" The woman had initially been talking to Zach, but had slipped into her own sort of world. The last word had jarred her right out of it, and against her better instinct, she threw her head back and laughed. The laugh was jarring, though, and there wasn't a trace of amusement in it. "Oh, that's just TOO rich! Dear little Nerdy Nicky all grown up! Oh, I just can't believe it!" Valentine dissolved in peals of hysterical laughter, even as she was saying things like, "The technology he must be using is so primitive!" and, "He must have enlisted Aubrey to help! The girl would do anything for him, he never deserved her."

Abruptly, she countered herself with the sentence, "I never should have let him shoot me up. I knew there was something amiss." Her maniacal laughter ceased immediately, and Valentine whipped out her cell phone, and punched a number, then shook it vigorously. "No service," she growled. "There must be service, surely Moreau has TV." A feeling of cold dread rippled down her spine, and she paled to a sheet-white as the gravity of her situation truly dawned on her. Never...going back. She'd never see Jennifer, her mother, her company, Roger, anyone ever again. Ever. Ever. Ever.

More hysterics spouted from the manic woman, though this time it was hysterical tears. She suddenly felt very lonely, and very cold. All the times she had wished she could stay on vacation forever had come back to haunt her, now. Turning on her heel, Valentine slumped her way back into her duplex. She seemed very drained, and it wouldn't be surprising to find her heartbeat had just slowed about ten beats per minute.

Pyroth was quite content himself, out for a walk with his mug of coffee in hand, intending to drop it off direct to the cafeteria when he was done, it had become a morning ritual for him, shower, coffee, walk.

He didn't normally meet anyone on his walks though, the island typically quiet at this time. However today, he picked up the faintest sounds of someone singing, a familiar voice. He grinned slghtly, it had been a long time since he last saw Colche around, so, taking another sip of his coffee, he headed over, walking into view.

"Hello there." he said brightly, before actually taking in how much she had changed since their last encounter. No doubt about it now what species she was becoming. The shock was only visible in his expression for a moment, then was gone, he didn't want to dull anyone's mood by dredging up their hassles.

He gave Colche a warm grin "Long time no see."

Pyroth was actually surprised by how glad he was to see Colche alive and well -ignoring her feline alterations- he had been hoping she would make it through the jungle episode alright. He nodded as she showed off her tail "So you have, it's longer than mine." his own tail was still rather short but long enough to get in the way when he was getting dressed in the morning.

As she explained what she was, he couldn't help but grin, at least someone was being positve about their changes, probably a first on the island. "A princess? You certainly are very pretty." Which was true, Colche's bright contentment would probably have shone through even the most gruesome of changes, making them seem so much less.

However, he was thrown off somewhat by her mention of his scent, and he wondered just /what/ she smelled from him, he hadn't exactly been sitting around these past few days. He shrugged slightly and added "I do? Maybe I need another shower, fur is a nightmare to clean." he didn't bother trying to explain away his excesses.

"So, what have you been up to lately?" he asked "I haven't seen you since before we were all kicked into the jungle."