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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 8:58 am
Lauren looked at Miller blankly, "Please stop..." She asked him, "I know I'm stupid but I don't want to think about it anymore. Can we please just try to figure this thing out and THEN we can help me decide what I really think about the labs?" She held her head and rubbed her red orange eyes. She reached up for his hand, "Yes water would be good." She replied getting up.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 9:01 am
Miller tilted his head and nodded quietly, "Never saidz you was stupidz, and didn'tz mean to come acrossz like thatz." He gave her a gentle tug pulling her up to stand beside him before leading her inside for the water. He grabbed two bottle from the fridge tossing one to Lauren before going in to the bathroom and causing more dust to kick up while he rummaged around for a bottle of Advil to which he had no luck at finding.
"Wellz I wouldn'tz mind finding Emerwynz... she livez out in the woodz though so no cluez if we could find herz, therez Awenz place maybe? I just hopez she'z okay, she can'tz drown after allz... can she?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 9:07 am
Lauren nodded as she opened the water and chugged it quickly. It felt good down her burning throught, especially after shedding all those tears. She felt weak and dehydrated. "We can do that..." She replied. It had been ages since she had seen either one of those girls and she had seemed to like both alright. She knew that Emerwyn was good at bringing out her self doubts towards the labs but Awen was good an helping her trust the labs as well. So there wouldn't really be any harm in it.
Right now, she wanted to push all the doubts and all the pain out of her mind by putting herself out to complete tasks. This seemed like a good start. "I don't think she can." Lauren replied to the Awen question.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 9:52 pm
Miller nodded and gathered a few more bottles tossing them in a small backpack he had brought along with him originaly to the island. Scooping it up he turned to Lauren again, "Wellz I guessz we shouldz check Awenz since shez stayinz in a duplex." He offered a hand again to Lauren to guide her along to Awen's. "Special aquaticz duplex onez we go."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:03 pm
Lauren took Miller's hand, still appearing a bit disgruntled. She stayed mostly quiet on the way to Awen's place just following Miller and holding his hand. She really wasn't acting herself and it was obvious despite her claim to not want to talk about it anymore, she was continuing the arguments in her head with no avail. It all came to the same conclussions or blames or guilts and nothing had fit into her perfect fantasy world she had constructed around the island. "Geuss we're here..." She said as they arrived. "I hope she's alright..." It was more difficult for Lauren to worry about others in these states because she was too busy playing victim. Still she held some measure of worry for her aquatic friend.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 12:18 pm
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 12:15 pm
Miller stared hard at his face, running his feathered fingers along the smooth beak and eventually his feathered face. His room was finally cleaned and organized after a few weeks of slow and depressed cleaning he had nothing better to do any way since he hadn’t spoken to Lauren since the whole clock prank. Word floated around and he had learned that the whole thing was a hoax, it only added to his bitterness towards the labs. Of course this only guided his mind to once more wander over to Lauren and her relations to the lab. She trusted them, where he trusted them very little, yet he placed trust in her. It didn’t make much sense did it? Still he tried to open Lauren’s eyes, and it seemed all it did was push her away now. She seemed so angry confused and bitter as he tried to explain his view of the labs and their ‘game’ of which they were forced to play.
He let out a low sigh, a depressing note that held little of the typical happy tone a bird would have. He leaned down to his sink now splashing the cold water over his face before looking up again, he spoke to him self aloud, quietly, slowly, forming each word carefully along with each thought.
“Will it ever work… Nita tried… and lookz at her now, and Lauren tooz, how could I do better… when I openly rub my hate… of the labs in her face…” Opening his beak again he stretched it wide as it could go taking note of some of his missing teeth, growing a beak left him with less and less teeth in the top of his mouth as days went by, but he was wandering again, always wandering.
“How can I… make Lauren forgive… wouldz she forgive me… for what I saidz?” he frowned, “Awen would kill me… Nita too, if I hurt her…” he mumbled more so as he had stuffed his face in a towel to start drying the feathers, “… of course you did, you said her ‘family’… the peoplez who gave her… a lifez were a lie.” He sighed once more and walked back into his room flopping over onto his bed with a sigh. He had nothing more to say to him self, an in his silence one thing came to mind.
”I needz a new ipod…”
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 9:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 12:11 pm
June 11th: The Budgie and the Malkavian nuts?Miller finally takes the time to talk to Lauren, but it seems every one he meets are just a little bit lacking on the sane side... Not Long Latter... Panic At The Gecko?After his run in with Lauren Miller attempts to find help...
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 10:39 pm
Miller, by this point, is no stranger to the lab's injections.... or the subsequent "discomforts". So when that all too familiar painful sensation of growing feathers strikes... following a particularly irritated "mosquito bite" on his arm, Miller would know what time it is. "Luckily" for Miller, only a few spots are bare of feathers and begin to fill in. But that doesn't help the pain that they cause - in particularly sensitive areas like your fingers.... and your face. And then, all too quickly, the longer feathers of your small wings and tail begin to push out and unfurl dramatically, doubling your still small wingspan. But strangely, even though you have no hope of flying with the wings as they currently are, the rudder-like tail gives you a strange, instinctual sense of comfort. Then... the painful parts... your lower bill grows dramatically, completely erasing the remaining human look of your face. Finally... with a loud CRACK sound, your posture shifts relatively minorly for the burst of pain. Your chest expands - both your ribcage and your breast muscles, eventually forming the strength that currently small wings will need. For now, it is sore, and thus even fluttering your small wings hurt, but a few days later, despite their small size, they can buffet quite strongly! 
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 6:50 pm
June 12th, Breaking the News and Growing FeathersAfter plotting with Natsumi Miller pays a visit to Nita to inform her of Laurens condition, but things never go over well with Miller visiting people it seems...
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 4:00 pm
June 14th, Grey Skies and Grim News...
Miller stumbles in to Ambrose during a rain storm to discuss the issues of Lauren's new mental issues... It had been three days now since he had seen Lauren, three days since he had seen Natsumi about helping Lauren, and only two days since he had undergone his last change. As if it couldn't be worse it was raining out.
He had wandered towards the caffateria earlier when the sky was clear but somewere along the way to the entertainment room the sky decided to cloud up and bring the rain down. "Whyz it gota be raininz now..."
He sighed again turning to make his way towards his duplex hunched over slightly trying to keep the rain more on his wings then his actuall back.
For Ambrose, however, it had been much longer since he had been "social". He had been around, certainly. He had been eating in the cafeteria, spending time in the entertainment center, or sticking close to Angelina. But day had blended into day had blended into day. There had been some minor repair FINALLY done on his duplex. Namely, it had been spackled with some sort of compound that had closed up the massive crack, but it was still rather obvious that it had been there, and vaguely pliable to the touch. And it got damn when it rained. Like today. And to Ambrose's sensitive nose, it smelled like glue and paint, which bothered him.
So even despite the rain, Ambrose was out. At least it was a break from the near-summer heat of the island, even if it did feel miserable. So Ambrose made his way somewhat aimlessly from his duplex towards the town hall center, wearing just a pair of shorts (it was bad enough with wet fur without wet clothes on top of it) when he spotted a bright blue figure.
The blue feathered boy stopped were he stood when he noticed a figure in the rain with some what wolfish featuers, three things crossed his mind as he started at Ambrose in the rain. From here it could be mistaken to the boy (Whom never actually saw Annie) that Ambrose was her, that Ambrose was some other dangerous islander, and then the third vote, the little budgie instinct said predator.
Regardless of what crossed his mind Miller continued to stand there watching Ambrose aproach, like him he was wearing nothing but shorts pulled down low enough to let his tail poke over the waist line. It was a rather comical site for that matter, seeing him hunched over in the rain trying to contort his new (and rather difficult) wings into a form of an umbrella for his back and tail.
"Helloz?" he called out squinting at Ambrose again, "Whoz the heck are you?"
Ambrose squinted back towards the blue, avian shape. The rain did nothing to help his sense of smell, breating in liquid when he tried to sniff at the air, so raising a hand to shield his eyes he trotted over to better see.
"Me?" It had been quite a while since Ambrose last saw Miller, and then he had been much less... blue. "Ambrose.." He hesitated, wondering who the heck was askign who he was in the middle of a rainstorm. As he got close enough to make out the features, Ambrose eyed him over skeptically. "Funny.... you don't look like a duck."
The same could be said for Miller having not seen Ambrose, however he looked no diffrent then he did that night at the beach, well except he was wetter of course. "And youz don't look like red ridding hoodz...." he retoreted after the duck comment, though he quickly regretted it having finally realized who Ambrose was. "Yourz the guy whoz girl friend I daredz..." his beak snapped shut and he looked around praying that if he upset Ambrose mentioning Angelina's 'little show' that he could get away with out to many feathers being ripped out.
Ambrose cocked his head, not quite following the quipped response. "I meant seeing a bird in the rain.... but... nevermind." He shook his head and glanced up at the dreary grey skies. He paused a moment, then it clicked just who this was. "Y...you." his hackles raised and his lip marginally as he remembered Angelina's "performance."
"Yes... Yes. Now I recall quite clearly." He slowly hesitated. It... had been a dare.... in good fun. He swallowed, cooling himself. "How has life been treating you, Miller...? Though... perhaps standing out in a rainstorm isn't the best of locations for plesantries."
Miller flinched slightly as Ambrose realized who he was, he wasn't really in the mood to get the crap beat out of him again after his last experinces with Thom and Gaius. Miller really hadn't ment harm during the dare, he was drunk and unable to think clearly... well he failed at that normally any way.
"Ehz... well, letz me put it this wayz, your girl friendz danced aroundz nakedz for a darez, minez is going feralz and the labz havn't done thing boutz it." He shook his feathers breifly nodding in agreement to the last comment, he gestured down the road towards his own duplex, "Then letz get outz the rain?"
Ambrose had been irritated... but not THAT angry. Still... it brought a possessive, defensive aspect out in him to see his girlfriend parading aroudn in front of all the guys, thanks to this little upstart. Still... his remnant anger melted away at that news.
"Oh no..... really...?" Ambrose swallowed. That was a possibility that had never even crossed Ambrose's mind in regards to Angelina. Certainly, he had been worried about his own sanity more than once through his changes, but when he made it through, he felt relief. Angelina he worried about the complications. But even if she makes it through, since her cahnges had been so so slow... IF she did make it through, it was hard to view her as so animalistic... or facing the same problems that he had worried about.
He nodded, the words and consolations seeming to sound shallow in his head as he followed him inside.
Miller grew quiet as the two entered the duplex, he went over into the bathroom grabing a pair of towels tossing one to Ambrose and wraping the other over his back and shoulders.
When he walked back into the main room he had a dull depressed look in his eyes and his wings vissably sagged underneath the towel. "I'm gussingz it happened some were betweenz April firstz and bout three dayz ago, I saw Laurenz in the woodz, she wasn't right." He sighed, "She waz more interested in yellinz at me to leavez and trying to steal a dead rabbit fromz Jordan..."
He looked up at Ambrose, "Angelina, shez okay thoughz? She hasnt'z..."
However, by the time Ambrose was handed a towel, he was overcome with the instinct to shake, and droplets of water were sprayed over Miller's duplex. He then looked sheepishly at the proferred towel.
"Er.... sorry about that...." He wiped it over his still damp fur.
"Lauren then..? She's your girlfriend?" It didn't seem to make much sense. Lauren was an angry young woman, and fiercely pro-labs last he knew. But.... other than that, she had seemed mostly sane.
He shook his head again. "I'm sorry..... have you tried to talk to the labs....? Maybe... maybe they can do something?"
"Angelina... she... well... she still hasn't changed again. I've been getting really worried.... but I don't know what to do." His ears drooped.
Miller blinked and next thing he knew Ambrose had managed to get his face wet again simply with a shake of his fur, didn't matter much though, he was still soaked. He simply shrugged at the apollogy and continued to blot the towel against his feathers nodding.
"Yes... after Laurenz and Nita broke upz a series of akwardz eventz lead up to me and Lauren." if it wasn't for all the blue feathers Ambrose might have seen Miller blushin as he recalled the events, and the trouble it caused. However the moment of amusing memories fadded quickly with the question about the labs. "I triedz calling them, they saidz they couldn't do anything aboutz it."
He frowned, or rather tried too, but his beak did poorly of displaying it, "Perhapse its for the betterz? Maybez by some flukez chance shez imunez to what everz they stick in the rest of uz?"
Ambrose continued to pad himself down with the towel, even though the effort was mostly futile considering the size of the towel and the amount of absorbant fur he had. Mostly, he listened awkwardly to the sad tale of the guy he barely knew besides an initial irritating meeting. It sounded like Miller had a lot on his chest and needed someone to talk to, and that was a role Ambrose was familiar with. It probably didn't help that it sounded like the beak had given the poor guy a speech impediment.
"Really..?" He shook his head with a frown. "I think... they must have been very busy with something. Between.... the lack of information about Angelina's.... condition.... the still lack of any ofthe promised wedding materials, and the fact that they only just recently patched my duplex - poorly-.... maybe something's wrong."
"I don't know.... last time she started to get really sick... and I think that it's only the supplements and continued visits to the labs that have kept her from getting sick again. But... I know that... there have been 'mistakes' in the past that have ended badly. I don't want to see that happen to her."
Miller buddled his towl finally giving up as well and used it as a seat on the edge of his bed while he continued to talk with Ambrose. It was true, since the lower part of his beak came in speech once more became a joke and everything else was slowly bearing down on him.
"Busy with whatz? Making us misserablez?" he shook his head, "They just lack thatz all there iz. They didn'tz fix my doorz for the longest timez either." He let out sad little tweet of a sigh, it was the exact same discussion he and Lauren had before she had dissapeared and presumably lost it.
"... no one deserves to become onez of thosez mistakes. At least the labz are trying to help and keeping her from gettingz bad again though rightz? Better thenz nothingz at all?"
Ambrose nodded. "At least they seem to want to keep us alive above all else. I know that they're trying. And as much as I wish she didn't have to change, and as horrid as it is to be changed... I don't think it's as bad as the mere fact that we're imprisoned here."
"I just can't believe that there are still dangers lurking out there like Jamal and Annie. With all that they've got to watch us, all the guns and fences... you'd think they could at least keep crazies like them from hurting more of us. Last I heard they hadn't been caught yet."
"Only alive to keepz making our livez mizerable." He looked down at his feathers recalling the blood, the pain, and the near drowning accident due to his changes. "Some wouldz say this place iz like a paradize, being herez wouldn't be zo badz if I wasn't worriedz about being eatenz or killed inz the expiementz."
He shivered slightly thinking about Jamal and Annie, only Jamal had a face to link the name to, but both still worried him. "No chipz... thatz what I heardz about themz. If wez triedz to hurt some one we'd getz buzzed, but they don't."
"I''ve never anyone call this place a paradise." Ambrose grumbled. And he didn't even have it THAT bad by comparison to many. And while there were moments of honest happines... nothing was worth the rest.
"I know they have no chips.... I've heard the same, but still. You'd think they could catch them anyway." His ears remained pressed aginst his head. "You hate the labs, but the double blade of the sword is that you have to depend on them for your own safety against the people who have gone mad because of, well, them."
Miller shrugged, "It couldz be, remotez islandz, beachez, all that stuffz, but it'z ruinned because of all thiz mad doctor crapz." He had his moments as well, though every one of those moments ended sorely, just as the recent turn of events with Lauren.
"Maybe, maybe notz, they think likez animals now not humanz. Hence theyz probably stay hiddenz and survive rather thenz say going out after the labz." The last statment Ambrose made sent a shiver down Miller's feathers, it was true, while the lab was a horrible place it seemed that they were in the end the ones they had to rely on. "Godz I just wana go homez..." he mummbled suddenly.
Ambrose nodded. "I know.... we all do. Just about. But I would be scared to see what 'home' would think of me now. And as much as you hope for it, it does nothing except make it harder for you to move on. THere.... there are things worth living for here. You just have to find them. Maybe you can help her... help snap her out of it. Did she go... go feral with a change? Or was it a slow decline?"
Miller sighed again bringing his knees up to his chin on the edge of the bed, "Id ratherz see home and notz have to worryz about being mauledz to be honest. Then againz I'm surez thats homez will have pitchforkz and riots now that you mentionz it that way."
He looked up at Ambrose stareing him in the eye, "Andz everytimez you findz one of thoze things, what do you doz when it goes wrongz? What do you doz when the people you carez about suddenlyz snap?" he became quiet again suddenly, he hadn't meant to rais his voice, but the thought of Kikue and Lauren both having gone Feral tended to do that to him. "Slow... she hasn't changedz since I saw her the last few timez... she's just... feralz..."
Ambrose nodded slowly. "Then.... perhaps there's still hope? If it didn't come wiht a change, then.... it can't be any change in her chemistry... or DNA.... just... giving in. Which means that she's still there somewhere, right?" Though as optimistic as Ambrose's suggestions were, in truth what Miller was telling him sent a chill down his spine. If someone could go feral a while after a change, then that meant that none of them were ever safe. And like Ambrose always did, the bad news scared him as how it might selfishly affect him. Was he even alright? He had canine instincts, horribly embarrassing fleeting thoughts that he suppressed. But even if he was alright now. Alright a year from now, would it always be some sort of struggle, some looming danger that might cause HIM to snap and act like some animal?? Or... maybe like the physical changes, they did just affect people differently. Some having more instincts to suppress than others.
AMbrose was quiet for a while as he thought before returning it to Miller. "I don't know. You do.. you do what you have to do. For the people that matter to you. And you be strong for them."
Miller shrugged "She told me to go awayz... just gotz angrey butz wouldn'tz do anything other then yellz to leave herz." He sat there quietly, it never struck Miller deeply how easy it was to become feral, for him he assumed it just happened, he never knew the theory that it was linked only to change.
"What can I doz... Kikue'z gone... Laurenz loosing itz..." he shook his head, "This is hellz..."
"But.... she yelled, right? With words. That's a good sign...?" He replied with a dubious wince. "And... don't let them pull you down. If you really care about them, maybe they'll let you in and help."
Miller nodded slowly, "Yes butz it's the way she yelled, shez going feral, I know itz." How could he explain it? The wild look in her eyes that hardly held a hint of humanity acknowledgeing Miller as the person who cared about her so much? He didn't even want to think about how she looked at the dead rabbit either.
"I do carez, but howz can I helpz?"
Ambrose swallowed. How was he supposed to suggest something? He never had to deal with that - thank God. "I.... I don't know... She's got to be in there somewhere. Maybe find something she held important. Something to remind her of who she used to be. But I don't want to mis advise you... I haven't before... well..." He sighed. "But if she's at the bottom... you can't make it worse, right?"
Miller shifted about getting up to check outside on the rain while listening to Ambroses advice, "Nita... meh... Commet... thats all I knowz of that I couldz try and usez." He sighed and turned about to Ambrose, "No I suaposze I can't make it any worsez." But if it isn't the bottom I just might push her into it...
Ambrose walked over to Miller and set a hand on his shoulder with an encouraging squeeze. "Who knows... it's worth trying though, isn't it? Good luck reaching her. And... let me know how it goes, or if you need any help." Ambrose wasn't sure what he could do to help, never having gotten along well with Lauren, but that was a fate he didn't wish on anyone.
Miller nodded breifly, "Thankz..." he mummbled quietly as his mind started to sort through everything trying to find an soultion or even a clue towards a solution. "I'll givez you a call soonz I find anythingz out."
Ambrose nodded. "I'm sure that you'll be able to help her." He finally finished encouragingly before setting out again into the rain, and to get something warm and juicy from the cafeteria to help ease his anxieties at such dim news.
Miller only nodded quietly to Ambrose's parting words, he waved goodbye to him as he headed out before quietly closing the door behind him and sitting down to be alone and think about what would be his next move.
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