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 Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 6:09 am
Pyroth looked on, equally concerned as Angelina didn't seem to progress through the changes. This made the fur on the back of Pyroth's neck stand up, worried him. This wasn't the way it had gone for him and didn't seem the way it should go for anyone. He headed a few steps closer to the two and with a apprehensive look at Angelina, she had received a second injection? Perhaps there were complications?
He caught Ambrose's worried look and it was what prompted him to say what was on his mind.
"I think we should get her up to the labs, they essentially caused this, they better be able to put it right."
He didn't trust the scientists much, but in a situation like this, it seemed they were the only ones capable of doing anything about it.
And in case Ambrose required his help to move Angelina, should they have to take her up to the laboratory, he moved over to stand just off to one side of her, his ears still giving away his worry, even if his composed calm exterior did not.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 6:14 am
Ambrose swallowed hard, nodding. He couldn't quite find the words to say - they were catching in his throat. Beneath this thick coat of fur, however, he was blanched. To Pyroth's acute nose, fear washed over him.
Ambrose had been able to carry her short distances between the duplexes and the cafeteria... but he wouldn't pretend to be overly strong - and all the way to the labs he could use an extra set of arms.
"Y... you're probably right." He finally stuttered out. "God, I hope you're right and they can.... help her."
With Pyroth's aide, he carefully lifted her from the shoulders and began to tote her towards the labs.
They'd help her... they'd have to be able to.
Once they were there, Ambrose thanked Pyroth deeply, assuring him he'd let him know how things turned out as he waited by the gates, knowing someone would come out soon.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 6:21 am
Pyroth was worried for both of them as he helped carry Angelina up to the labs, fear wasn't a scent he was used to but it was unmistakeable from Ambrose. The labs had to be able to help her, after all, they had surprised everyone with their capibility to alter human genetics. They had to be able to. "They've surprised me so far, they might just surprise us again."
When they arrived, Pyroth watched them go in, himself slightly guilty about being glad he didn't have to go in there again, he had been in once, that was enough. He had left Ambrose and Angelina with his best wishes, and headed back up to his deplex for the time being, making note to find them both later and see how things went.
The whole event had made him worried for the future, some old fears he had pushed aside returning, ones such as "what happens if the whole experiment goes wrong?"
It was concerning.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 7:26 am
(( NEW RP ))
With the happy thought that he was going to be getting some new clothes soon, Avery decided it was time to head down to the cafeteria for some breakfast. He thought that he should check up on Colche sometime soon and see how she was doing. He really hoped that she was alright...
It was only when Avery got to the empty cafeteria that he realized how hungry he was. He helped himself to the food, piling a variety onto his plate before grabbing some silverware and napkins and sitting down at a table near the door.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 7:40 am
Timothy woke up in the burrow where he'd stayed even after the duplexes had reopened. He felt safer here, less chance for them to screw with him. He really was such a baby he realized. He crawled his way out, sat up, and thought.
Your stinky, your smelly, and your miserable, why are you still here?
He began walking to the village more out of habit than anything else.
You haven't wrote a decent lyric since... Avery. You haven't even had the guts to go and find him again.
Timothy's steps grew closer to his own duplex.
God... I'm so pathetic
Timothy looked up, and realized he was standing outside his duplex door. Maybe he wasn't such a p***y after all. Timothy smiled at this and headed inside.
One long shower and a change of clothes later and he was off to get breakfast that didn't involve scrounging in dirt or rocks. He walked into the cafeteria door glad that they reopened this.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 7:50 am
He glanced up when he heard someone else enter the cafeteria, and then he grinned when he saw who it was. "Hey, Tim!" he waved him over. "Coming to eat some breakfast? Come sit with me after you get your food." Avery was happy to see the other boy. He hadn't seen him since they parted way in the forest, and had been worrying if he had made it back safely since he hadn't seen him around the village ever since it reopened.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 7:54 am
Timothy blinked.
He found himself suprised that Avery happened to be here... by himself. At the same time as he was comming here. Subconciencly, he was hoping, being so early no one would be around. But Avery was an exception.
...and Vasile. Timothy thought.
"Ummm... ahhh... Hi Avery!" Timothy hurried over to get the food he wanted. "Sure! I'll... um... be right there."
He loaded up on small crunchy foods like shrimp and sat down across from Avery.
I could loose myself in those eyes... he thought.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:01 am
Avery smiled at the other boy when he sat down. He didn't seem nervous or surprised about Timothy's appearance anymore. In fact, he seemed to be quite used to it. "I'm glad you showed up, it's not fun eating by yourself," he commented. "So, I'm glad to see you're okay! I was wondering if you were alright. I hadn't seen you since that day we split up in the forest... I was worried something happened to you."
Avery ate some of his scrambled eggs, swallowing the food in his mouth before he asked, "so how've you been doing since the power came back on? It still sucks to be stuck here, but I'm glad to finally have a real bed to sleep in and a shower now... and food," he added.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:09 am
"I... actually haven't used my bed yet. I've been kind of worried about returning to the village. I just don't want to get used to it and have it all happen again." Timothy turned a bit aside.
"I'm just..." say something damn you. "...glad your here!" Timothy said that quickly and realized what he'd implied.
Oh god
"I didn't mean... I mean... I meant.... I'm not glad your trapped here. But... I'm... glad your here, because I'm here." Timothy sighed "And I'd like to be with... I mean be around you."
Timothy had practically said how he felt. Although not so clearly of course, but between the stuttering and the speaking before thinking, he'd said everything that he needed to say.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:25 am
It took Avery a moment to understand what exactly Timothy meant, but when he realized it, he looked rather surprised. We only just met, and hardly know anything about each other... he thought to himself. Plus, he's kind of... well, furry. I guess I shouldn't really judge on that, though, since I'll be furry sometime too... or scaly, or whatever. Avery said nothing for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to respond to this.
"Well..." Avery began. "I think it would be nice to get to know you better. We should hang out more, if you're going to stick around the duplexes," he said. "There was this girl I met that decided to not return to the duplexes, so if you're gonna do that too, you should let me know where you're staying so I know where to find you," he smiled at him.
"Anyway, yeah," Avery didn't want to say anything one way or the other about how exactly he felt. He did think Timothy was cute in a shy sort of way. Avery decided he'd have to help him with that, try to get him to come out of his shell more. "So, tell me about yourself. You're a musician, right? What other kinds of things do you like to do other than music?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:28 am
"High school... before I ended up here. My parents wanted me to go to college but I wanted to work on my music. I got the perfect offer, too good to be true and it was..." Timothy looked away for a moment as he said the last part.
Timothy sighed.
"That's really about it though, music is my hobby. With these..." Timothy shows Avery the small digging claws. "I don't have to use a pic anymore."
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:33 am
"Well, that's a plus at least," Avery said, not wanting the conversation to get depressing. He hated that, and he made a resolve not to let things get him down anymore. "And you've got soft fur now - at least you don't have scales, right?" He thought fur was much better to get stuck with over scales any day.
"But I mean, anything else you like to do? You know, like video games, board games, dancing, going for walks, drinking - anything."
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 9:57 am
"I... like stuff like that yeah. I normally spend a lot of time walking around the island and thinking. Not really too comfortable dancing but I like games and stuff too." Timothy shurrged and smiled.
He didn't quite know what to say around Avery, Avery left him a bit... without words still.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 10:17 am
"Aww, you're a musician and you don't feel comfortable dancing!?" Avery grinned at him. "Well, I'm gonna have to fix that. Dancing is so much fun! I mean... well, I love it, anyway." He shrugged a bit. "But I guess there isn't really much to do here on this crappy island, is there? Maybe I just haven't explored enough... but it's pretty boring."
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 10:19 am
Timothy chuckled "We'll see about the dancing."
"I don't know, I know this GREAT place up on the cliffs, where you can see the Ocean scretch out before you. It's great to go there and relax, and think and write." a smile scretched across Timothy's face.
"I love it, you probably would too."
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