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 Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:21 am
NEW RP
Angelina was doing.... bad. It had been over 48 hours since she was injected now, and she still hadn't changed. Ambrose was begining to worry. She was looking pale, she was feverish, and she hadn't had anything to eat in some time. She kept swearing she wasn't hungry, but Ambrose knew that she needed to get something in her system or else it would be Bad.
And his appetite, as self-centered as it probably sounded, wasn't lacking in the least.
Finally goading her to get up (she had been asleep for a while now - well, at least lying down if not sleeping soundly) for some time now. He was loathe to move her, but her lips were chapped and she needed nourishment.
He gently roused her and virtually carried her into the cafeteria, setting her in one of the chairs and went to go retreive a wide assortment of foods from the line to set before the two of them.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:28 am
Pyroth had only just decided to emerge from his own duplex then, he had been on a weekend long chillout session fuelled by JD and his own thoughts and only now felt up to facing the light outside the duplex, his hangover faded. He hadn't eaten in around four days, the maximum even he could push it to and the cafeteria became the only decent option.
He hated eating but it was a neccisary evil and, as he made his way over to the tables where the food was kept, he gave Ambrose a nod and a hello, however, he didn't actually say anything sustantial until he returned and sat down at the table, his plate piled with steak and other meats. Finally noticing Angelina, he raised a brow and looked concerned "Is she okay?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:36 am
Ambrose blinked as Pyroth walked in.... that... that was Pyroth, right? He had changed since he had last seen him... ,not taht that was any surprise - he had been on the Island almost as long as he had been. The other canine had passed his throughts just the other day. This confirmed the suspicion. The fur-covered body was all too familiar, however. His progression didn't seem all that different than Ambrose's own.
"Pyroth" Ambrose said with a friendly, but slightly haggard smile and a perk of his ears.
He sighed, glancing between the two, picking up one of the hot dogs and taking a small bite. "She... ah... she hasn't been feeling well." Ambrose said, not wanting to divulge more information than Angelina wanted to, leaving it for her to provide any details. But the worry was there.
"How has life been treating you?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:44 am
Angelina sat slumped beside Ambrose. She slowly stirred some crackers into her soup, but never ate. Instead she just kind of stirred it around util the crackers were all soggy and the soup formed a thick paste. She lifted a spoon of the let it fall back into the bowl with a plop. She sighed, thinking the soup kind of represented how she felt.
She looked up at the person coming in and made a grunt in acknowledgement. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hair was uncharacteristically pulled behind in a ponytail.
"She hasn't been feeling well."
Angelin looked up for second and nodded slowly. She plucked the napkin from her lap and wiped a few beads of sweat off her foreead.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:46 am
Pyroth, as soon as he had begun to eat something, gradually became more aware of who was in the room, the red haze of hunger desperation, fueled not only by his own instincts, clearing somewhat. He stuck to his usual strategy of not mentioning any changes but did note that he and Ambrose appeared to be going down the same evolutionary branch. It was a bit of a comfort knowing that you weren't the only one in that particular boat.
He gave Angelina a slightly more detailed look, confirming that nope, he hadn't seen her before on the island. He wished her well though, no one deserved illness on top of the nonsense of this island. She really wasn't looking great, he hoped it wasn't serious. However, he didn't say anything more on illness for the time being, not wanting to stress Ambrose out any more than was neccisary.
He shrugged "For the island, life has been pretty decent, I've been learning new and intersting ways to pass the days. I've given up fretting a bit and am a bit "que sera sera" about it all. I keep telling myself I could be doing worse things than chilling out on a tropical beach, even if I am covered in fur to do so."
Pyroth couldn't help it, he was one of life's adapters/quitters, he would be happy with his lot after a while until someone took it away again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:56 am
Ambrose's long tail gave a few cursory wags as he nodded to the older man. Looking at him though, and knowing well enough how he looked, it still was different to watch someone else and know that that was how others saw him. Ambrose had come to.... accept... how he looked, but still didn't spend more time than required in front of a mirror (an admitted big change from his previous lifestle).
"I'm glad to hear that..." He scooted a little closer to Angelina, slipping a furry arm around her shoulders as he noticed that none of the soup had thus far made it into her mouth. A line of worry appeared between his eyes that reflected the frown.
"You should eat.." He coached quietly, massaging the soreness between her shoulder blades. "You need your strength."
Looking back up to Pyroth, he spoke to him again. "I do have to admit, there are worse locations... although sometime the fur makes me wish that the Island wasn't quite so... well... tropical."
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:04 am
Angelina frowned at Ambrose and took a tint bite of the soup. She grimaced and dropped the spoon back into the bowl and pushed it away from her. "I'm not hungry," she mumbled softly.
She looked up to Pyroth and sunk a bit in her chair. She knew how bad she looked, all sickly and illgroomed. She pulled out her hair from her ponytail and ran a shaky hand through it. "Nice to meet you," she said softly to the man to sound polite.
She scratched at her arm and coughed, groaning a bit to Ambrose.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:15 am
Pyroth watched Ambrose' concern for Angelina and wondered momentarily if he'd come to terms with his girl he'd left behind and found a new source of happiness. Of course, he could never have guessed that the brown haired woman that he tended to was the girl he'd heard about. Ambrose' words momentarily reminded him of his own hunger and he took another few bites before returning his attention to the man.
"Definately, the air can be really humid and when it's like that the last thing you need is a full body suit of fur to keep you over-warm. I always find a swim in the shallows is good to cool down, it takes a while to dry out." Pyroth however in regards to fur was slightly more at convenience than Ambrose, his pelt was really quite good for arid areas and only the humidity bothered him. "Though, if it's just warm and I'm inland, it's not too big of a problem oddly, actually helps me keep cool sometimes."
It had been so long since he last spoke to Ambrose and it really did drive home how long he had been here. It had all been like some trippy dream so far, with the unreal becoming possible and in some cases normality. You could almost imagine you'd wake up someday.
In response to Angelina, he nodded and gave her a warm smile "Nice to meet you too miss." it crossed his mind then that the brown haired woman could possibly be one of the new islanders he had been seeing around of late.
He spoke to Ambrose again "Please tell me that your ears also seem to have a mind of their own? Mine keep giving away what I'm thinking, I watched them in the mirror" Pyroth was very good at keeping his emotions quiet normally but this ears and tail business was throwing that old expertise off.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:24 am
Ambrose never imagined how nice it could be to have a kindred soul going through remarkably similar changes at about the same rate. Even talking about some of the little random things - things he never thought about other people really understanding quite the same.
If Angelina had been feeling better, he might have been able to really loosen up around teh guy who had managed to make him feel slightly uncomfortable one of the first time they spoke.
"You're telling me about taking a long time to dry." Ambrose made a face. "And salt water is even worse." He gave a quick shake at just the thought - it clung and made it stick to itself, and then tangle. Ambrose's pelt was already thicker than Pyroth's. "And the ... shaking.. it's embarrassing." He raised a hand to the back of his head, scratching behind his large ear, which gave an emphatic flick.
"And Yes. Yes... they do. Quite a bit." He looked over to Angelina, a panting smile. "Though I'm sure that someone who watches me would know better than I."
He glanced down at the soup again. Admittedly, he wouldn't want to touch it any more either. "I can get you something else...? They've got cereal.. oatmeal?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:29 am
"Nothing sounds very good..." she started, but before she could even get through the sentance what little color was left in her face drained quickly. "Ambrose I think its happening..." a small hint of a releaved smile came to her lips, but quickly faded as she began to shake quite violently.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:36 am
Pyroth grinned slightly, his fur didn't agree with showers very much, seeming to have been more designed for dust, but he'd be damned if anyone would catch him rolling in dust, so showers it was. "I go through so much shampoo." he admitted grudgingly "Only to get sand in my fur the very next day." Fur was more high maintainence than he could have guessed. As for the shaking, Pyroth could have laughed out loud, it was acutely embarrassing when you were on your own, but to know someone else also had the urge to shake themselves dry made it that bit more palatable. "Damn right it's embarrassing, I got such a fright the first time I went for a swim and came out again, I was put off swimming for a week. It's like a nervous twitch you can't do much about."
He was about to say more when his attention was drawn to Angelina. He had a good idea what could be the "happening" she spoke of and he froze, suddenly not sure if there was anything he could do.
It was scary how just the memory of the change could make you panicky.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:41 am
Ambrose laughed along with Pyroth at the mention of shampoo. "No kidding! Thank goodness they keep it stocked here - I think I go through a whole bottle every few days...." He cut himself off and his face went slack as Angelina spoke up and began to shudder.
"Angelina?!" His fur raised in agitation, and his hands went to her shoulders as he tried to hold her, looking around frantically for something that might help her. "It... now? You're sure?"
IF he hadn't been so worried he would have realized that he almost sounded like an expecting father.... only the note in his voice spoke more of fear and anxiety than excitement.
He ran his hands up and down her arms quickly. "How you doing, love? Hold in there.. I'm here." His ears were pressed back against his head, tail seeking shelter between his legs.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:44 am
Either Angelina couldn't hear them, or couldn't respond...because as she clutched to Ambrose for support, her eyes unfocused. She put a death grip on Ambrose as her shaking quickly developed into what looked like a seizure.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:50 am
Pyroth's own ears snapped back as far as they could go, apprehension filling him, he had often wondered how worrying it would be to witness the distress of someone else suffering at the brutal hands of those serums but now found out that he didn't want to know the helplessness.
He got to his feet, not able to simply sit there and watch, but after a moment realised that he wasn't much use in either position. He felt slightly intrusive but couldn't help where he had ended up. It brought back the magnitude of what they were doing on the island and set his teeth on edge, he had been so complancent but now began to worry about the next change that he might be forced through.
Still, all that was irrelevant for now, he simply wished that Angelina's trans. would be quick, smooth and painless. "Thank the gods it's usually over quickly" he said, his tone deeply concerned.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:57 am
Ambrose nodded dumbly to Pyroth's words as he was on his feet and gently eased her onto the ground, squatting down by her side.
"Angelina? Angelina? Can you hear me? I'm right here... I'm not leaving your side..."
But something was wrong. She convulsed, shook for a good several seconds, her eyelids fluttering and then shutting as her breathing became ragged, but she was otherwise nonresponsive.
A whimper escaped Ambrose's lips. She was burning to the touch, sweaty, but she seemed to have passed out. This wasn't right. This wasn't right at all.
"Angelina?!" This time there was a frantic note in his voice. She lay still, no hair growing or thickening, no changing nails.... just ragged breathing that continued.. He watched her with baited breath, never hoping before to want to see the changes begin - if only to cure her of this 'illness.' But he watched, and with every ragged breath she breathed his own heart seemed to seize tighter. THis was taking too long. Far too long.
"God... I thought that her second injection was going to make her better...." Ambrose began talking quickly. "They said it was late... that's why she was getting sick, probably... but that this would fix it." He ran a hand through his hair, nervous as he shook her gently - to no response. "But it's been two days since then.... God, I don't want to lose you.... not again, Angelina..."
He licked his lips and looked around again, then back to Pyroth. She was still lying there - still breathing, thank god.
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