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 Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:26 pm
Antony gave him a pained look marred with pity as he continued to freak out. Still, she really didn't know what to do to help, and simply placed her free hand on the middle of his chest and rubbed it comfortingly. It was a habit she picked up from calming down Jamal, but it was all she could think of right now. "Breathe," she coached with a softer voice, sighing softly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:31 pm
His tentacles jerked, flinching at her touch, and his line of sight trembled up to her face, the one jutting from his left shoulder twitched up to wrap around her wrist and he gave a cry of alarm, eyes sweeping back down to it in horror.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:36 pm
Antony tensed, eyes widening as she snapped them down to the tentacle around her wrist, but when she noticed his expression, she took a deep breath and attempted to relax.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:38 pm
He seemed to be breathing, although he was trembling still as he stammered, "I... I... I... I..." The tentacle jerked free and he gave a cry of alarm, "It- it- it- it-"
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:43 pm
His trembling worried her, and she attempted to shift him so she'd be holding him. Unfortunately, he was too heavy, and she simply settled for being a pillow. "At least you're not hairy," she suggested, raising an eyebrow.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:58 pm
"Changed... changed..." He breathed, "Y'said... they said... I din' do it... I ... I don'... don' deserve... I din'..." He sputtered, all four tentacles fidgeting and wrything and he gave another cry, reaching down to tentitively touch them. They were sore, each movement stiff and painfull, the new muscles weak and still developing.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:03 pm
"No one really deserves this," she said quietly before she shifted, reaching in her pocket to pull out her lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Knocking two out, she put them both in her mouth and lit them before offering one of them to him. Maybe a smoke would help a bit?
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:15 pm
Billy stared at the cigarette, still wide-eyed, as though he couldn't remember what it was for a moment. "I... I..." He swallowed, shivering again befor he drew in a sharp breath, trying to sit upright.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:20 pm
Antony moved the cig to her other hand before she carefully looped an arm under his arms to help him sit up as best she could. "Lean against me if you need to."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:35 pm
Billy reached up a clumsy, changed hand to take the cigarette from her, hands shaking and his new limbs twitching spasmadically, still not used to their control yet. He drew in a sharp pull from the stick, exhailing a thick cloud of smoke as he reached his other hand to the top of the table, ready to pull himself up. She could feel the suckers under his arm through his shirt, twitching individually at the new sensations. His face was still filled with a haunted sort of shock.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:55 pm
Antony stuck her smoke in her lips before standing up and helping Billy to stand as well. She tried to ignore the twitching suckers as best as she could, but they did manage to creep her out.
"Now you understand," she said simply, looking up at him to watch for a reaction, if there would be one.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:14 pm
He staggered forward, moving to sit in a chair befor he took another drag, eyes still wide and distant, still silent. He couldn't begin to describe what he was thinking. There were too many thoughts all twisting and knotting and weaving and tangling and overflowing in his mind. The events that had transpired over the last few days. The events that had brought him here. His child hood. His mother who used to hit him. His father who used to hit him as well. His dog who had a tendancy to bite as well. Granted it hadn't really been his dog. He had found it in an alley and decided to bring it home as a new pal, only to descover later that stray dogs lead to needles.
Needles.
Needles.
The white room. The white walls and white ceiling and floor with the men in white coats and her and the pain.
He had gotten repremanded rather sternly for bringing home that dog.
TENTACLES! THERE WERE ******** TENTACLES COMING FROM HIS CHEST!
His hands were still shaking.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:24 pm
She stood, watching him silently as she reached over to her tray to scoop up a handful of nuts. With them in her mouth, she had something to do other than smoke and stare. Suddenly, Antony felt absolutely horrible, and even though she knew she'd get over the feeling, she couldn't help feeling bad.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" The squirrel woman asked, tails twitching as usual.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:28 pm
"Water..." He breathed, still staring off into the distance, the ash of his cigarette growing awefully long and close to the filter as he took another pull.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:34 pm
She nodded, striding over to where the drinks were before grabbing two bottles of water and bringing them back. Antony set one down on the table, and the other one was oppened and offered to Billy.
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