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 Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:41 pm
Original RP
Dr. Aubrey Lockheart Arrives on The Island
August 05, 2005Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey sat in the helicopter, her heart pounding so loud she swore anyone could hear it over the deafening whir of the helicopter rotors. The island was in sight now, they would be landed in just a few minutes. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. In her hand, a greatly worn letter barely held together under the immense pressure Aubrey was clutching to it. She had receieved the letter just a few weeks ago, barely two months after obtaining her medical license and doctorate degree from Harvard.
College... that was the last time she has seen Dr. Moreau. He graduated several years before she did, and gone off to pursue bigger and better things. Moreau was always a personal man, but Aubrey had gathered that he was taking over his family''s business. The man had vision. That was for sure.
The next time she heard from him was when she received this letter. She could barely stand straight at the excitement of hearing from him. The letter, however, was quite odd. He was offering her a job at his company - and not just a lowly lab technician. No, he wanted her "Expertise" in stem cell research to help him with a long-term study to be taking place on an Island that he inherited from his father. It would require moving to the island, and intense emersion into the experimentation.
It wasn''t an easy decision to make... at least, it shouldn''t have been, She has just bought a new apartment, had a job interview at John Hopkins the next week. Hell, she was even starting to think about seeing someone, a nice man she met at Starbucks. But working with Dr, Moreau - the single most brilliant man Aubrey had ever known - was nothing short of Aubrey''s dreams. And not only that - on a romantic tropical island to boot!
Her family resisted, of course. Throwing away a promising career at John Hopkins to go jetting away to some obscure island? She didn''t even know exactly what she was to do - Moreau had been very brief. But with her heart full of hopes and dreams, she had arrived at the airport three weeks later, as the letter instructed.
Aubrey fiddled with her outfit as the helicopter touched down on the pad. She has spent over two hours getting ready for her first meeting with Dr. Moreau as a colleague, not a student. She felt like a girl in high school, getting ready for her first date. She stepped out the copter as the pilot came around and opened the door, the angry roar of the rotors drowning out almost all noise.
The hot, heavy air of the island hit her hard as she stepped out, and her perfectly-coifed hair whipped out of place under the intense whirlwind of the chopper. Annoyed, she held the hair out of her eyes as she scanned the island. The pad seemed to be in the middle nowhere, and the only building in sight, a couple hundreds meters away on a hillside, was a very large, looming grey building with Feral Laboratories logo emblazoned on the side.
Aubrey turned to ask the pilot if she should wait here or go to the building, but the helicopter was already taking off. Frustrated and nervous, she turned back to the building and headed down the thin path towards the facility. Doctor Moreau Dr. Moreau had a lot to do. Having recently aquired this island he had just had the construction finish, the crewmen paid approiately to not talk about what they were building. Most of them probably didn't understand the equipment he'd had moved in anyway. The invitation letters were sent to the carefully researched staff, but he had one in particular he had made sure was first. Aubrey Lockheart was a fairly silly girl that he had first encountered in high school, as a senior. He would have been quick to write her off, but he discovered she was amazingly intelligent. She also was... very interested in helping him with his research. He had made sure the first invitation letter was hers, he had a feeling that she would be a valuable and loyal aid. Her medical expertise was exceptional and she was just what he was looking for for a personal assistant. Moreau thought about all this as he drove the Jeep down the paved road to the helipad. The facilities were fairly deep in island, to keep them a bit safe. The island day was beautiful (not that Moreau noticed much) as the heat whipped in his face. He saw her at a distance, Moreau noticed she seemed to be very well groomed, except for her hair, which the helicopter must have taken care of. Dr. Moreau contemplated if she had any other motives, as he brought the Jeep to a stop in front of her, and opened his door to step out. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey heard a vehicle approaching - thank goodness - and ran a hand through her hair. She certainly didn't want to be all sweaty when she saw Dr. Moreau...
It wasn't until the jeep pulled up in front of her that she realized it was Nicholas Moreau himself driving. She felt her heart flutter as she saw him. He looked so different... in high school, even college for the most part, he had been so wrapped up in his work that he let his appearance slide. Not that he was unhygienic, or that Aubrey minded at all anyway, but his hair was usually long and unkempt, and his thick coke-bottle classes really gave him that "mad scientist" look But the Moreau sitting here was much different - being a professional did wonders for him. His hair was shorter, shiny, and styled. The lack of glasses really made his eyes shine. Aubrey's knees went week and she approached. It had been so long, but now suddenly it didn't feel as if more than a day had passed since they had seen each other last...
"Nicholas! Its.. its so good to see you again!" She had an overwhelming desire to hug her old friend, but she knew (all too well) Moreau wasn't a touch-feely kind of guy. She held out her hand instead, hoping a handshake would make a better impression. Doctor Moreau Dr. Moreau smiled a half smile as he reached forward and shook her hand. Dr. Moreau spoke, "Aubrey, it's been a long time since I've been called Nick. It's Dr. Moreau now, and welcome to my Island." His voice was deep, but not too deep it was just as she remembered it but perhaps better? Dr. Moreau ushered her to his Jeep and when she got in got into his side and closed the door. The engine still warm, he pulled it out of park and headed back to the facility. "I heard you graduated top of your class, just as I did." Dr. Moreau spoke without looking at her, his voice a bit cold but his intention to be nice obvious. His eyes were focused on the road as the intense jungle whipped past them. "I think you'll do very well here." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey hoped to high heaven her hand wasn't sweating as Moreau shook it. She felt a tinge of electricity spark up her arm, causing her to smile wide.
"Ah, I suppose you're right, it IS Doctor now. Well, its Dr. Lockheart now, too, can you believe that? But you can call me Aubrey." She smiled at him, talking as she sat down in the Jeep. "Oh, or Dr. Lockheart. Or, well, whatever you want to call me, Nic- I mean, Doctor."
She gave an approving smile as she closed the door for her, then turned in her seat to face the drivers side. "Yes, sir. Top if my class. Just like you." She was grinning from ear to ear at her compliment. "DO well? Oh, I sure hope I will! I'm so excited to be working with you! I mean... you're so much more...dedicated than anyone else I've ever met. I feel like just being in your presence puts me amoung the stars!"
She was gushing. She didn't care. "SO..." she took a deep breath of fresh jungle air. "What exactly will I be assisting you with, Doctor?" Doctor Moreau There was a moment of silence, as though he didn't hear, or wasn't listening to Aubrey. In that moment of silence the jeep pulled past the clearing... and a first look was given of the facility. It was massive, built on the side of the mountain it had multiple research buildings that each stood about 7 stories high. A power generator that looked like it could power a small city sat near the edge of the facility. As well, a utility building seemed to be providing all other essentials to the labs. Outside of the fence, Dr. Moreau had apparently constructed a city of sorts. The buildings were blocky and obviously meant for utility over appearance but they appeared to be houses of some kind, only some in odd shapes, and even some elevated almost unnessarly. But what was most impressive was not the facility nor the inhabitantless town, but what sat on the cliffside of the mountain. A huge beautiful mansion overlooked everything. It was colored a deep orange with hues of brown and looked rustic in an oppulant sort of way. From the outside you'd have on idea how many rooms it must have but it was obviously built to be a beautiful house. Dr. Moreau smiled as they drove towards the tall fence which automatically opened. They pulled up the facility and parked in front of it. "I'll show you... it's something that has never been done or attempted before. We'll make medical and scientic history. It has been my life's ambition." Dr. Moreau's mile grew to a twisted sort. As stepped out of the Jeep and looked up towards his creations and the wonder that had built on this primitive island. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey's eyes went wide as they full views of the facility came into view. She learned forward, hanging out the side of the jeep, taking it all in. She just watched, wonder-struck, trying to take every in. It looks amazing....beyond words. Whatever Moreau was going here - he was serious about it.
Making history? Oh yes. She suddenly felt the last of her apprehension or regrets about being here get whipped away by the wind blowing against her face.
She leaned back into the seat, her mind filling to the brim with enthusiasm to start working right away, and to learn more about her new life."It has been my life's ambition."Aubrey gave him a most sincere smile. "I'm honored to be with you, Dr. Moreau... to help you with that." Doctor Moreau "I'm glad to hear that Aubrey... I truely am. Now come inside and I will show you what I am doing here." Dr. Moreau walked briskley, obviously a man who was not used to having anyone else in tow. He walked towards the largest of the buildings, this one must have been atleast 10 stories high. The thick metal double doors split open automatically as he approached it. "Genetically coded... to make sure that only authorized personal enter. Also to save them the time of opening a door. Of course it also prevents unauthorized personal from getting out without an escort." Dr. Moreau smiled as if he had just told her the most important thing she'd ever need to know. He led her into the first room, which was some kind of lobby, plants and decore decorated it with a large front desk at the front. There were, noteably air vents everywhere. Leading her into an elevator that had no buttons. "Floor 10" he announced loudly. After a moment the elevator began to make it's climb rather quickly. Leaving a quessy feeling in the stomach of anyone who was not used to it. "I hate slow elevators..." Dr. Moreau stated as the door opened into a large lab with a metal table in the middle of it that seemed to have straps on it. A projector rested on one the counters, a white screen already pulled down to accomidate as though Dr. Moreau had been expecting, if not eagerly anticipating Aubrey's very question. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey hardly had to time to react to the million things spinning through her head. So many questions she wanted to ask, but she didn''t want to ask anything before Moreau had a chance to explain himself.
She was absolutely amazed by the level of technology displayed on something as simple of opening a door. If this is any indication of the technology of the medical labs... my god! She felt like a little girl in a candy store, she eyes trying to take in as much as she could, while at the same time trying to keep up with Moreau''s quickened pace.
She nodded as she stepped into the elevator, standing close to him as opposed to spreading out like most people tend to do. The sudden start, however, caught her off guard, and she lurked forward a put, catching onto his shoulder as the elevator quickly headed up. Hoping she wasn''t blushing, Aubrey gave an apologetic smile to Moreau as she steadied herself.
She left the elevator quickly when the door opened, taking a moment to let the queasiness subside before turned towards Moreau with an interested look of query. Doctor Moreau As Aubrey looked at him Dr. Moreau had a smile she hadn't seen since she had assisted him in High School with an experiment. He walked past her, towards the projector and turned it on. As he began to explain... ...Dr. Moreau's explaination went on a long time, as he went into detail about the serum he'd developed, and how with repeated treatments he could litterally merge the D.N.A. of two creatures. He spoke a lot about upstaging human evolution and the uses such treatment could have. He continued to ramble on explaining everything scientifically for a good hour. He skimmed briefly over the unethical aspects of what he had planned, explaining that he needed to try ALL kinds of animal D.N.A. and that willing volenteers were hard to find. Then he went to detail about the facilities he had set up for them to live in. He even noted that it had been some of his early research with Aubrey that he had used as a basis for creating his serums. He explained the labs, and the technicians that would be working here with him. He also explained due to the top secretness of all this, and possible legal ramifications (that might stop his research) why almost no one could be allowed off the island...."...That is why Aubrey, I need you to be my personal assistant. I need you to be the person I can trust through all of this. Some of the others might have slightly questionable loyalties, but I hope atleast you, I can trust to be above reproach. And to do whatever it is I ask of you." Dr. Moreau stopped after this comment, his eyes not showing it but hopeful that he had made the right choice in recruiting Aubrey. He knew that he was using her obsession with him against her, but at the moment nothing was more important than his project. Nothing had ever been more important than this. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey sunk into a chair as she watched. This was unreal. She sometimes found herself shifting uncomfortably, forcing herself to remember the apartment lease she broke and huge fight with her mother to remind her that this was real. She glanced occasionally to Moreau, the almost, well, crazy expression on his face reminding her of the passion and ambition he exhibited since the day she met him.
She caught herself tugging at a strand of her hair several times- a nervous habit she'd had since girlhood. When the presentation was over, she got to her feet as Moreau approached. She didn't even know where to start - or what to say.
Thankfully, he spoke first. "That is why Aubrey, I need you to be my personal assistant." NEEDS me. He could have had anyone in the world, and he chose meI need you to be the person I can trust through all of thisTrust. Oh yes. He could trust her.
Aubrey stood there, dumbstruck for a moment. The feeling that he was putting THIS much trust in her... it was enough to leave her speechless. She was part of something big. She was going to change the world... and best of all, she was going to do it with him.
"Doctor I..." Aubrey felt her voice shaking, and she did her best to will it away. "I don't know how to express how honored I am to be able to work with you. I can assure you, I will not let you down." Doctor Moreau "I never expected for a second that you would." Dr. Moreau said as he turned off the projector, his eyes no longer meeting hers. He'd seen what he need to, she would be loyal to him. "I'll need you to code in your voice for the elevators and cabinets," his voice trailed off as he walked across the room; "and your D.N.A signature for the doors." Moreau looked down at what almost appeared to be a wall, but it stuck out slightly. "Identification: Moreau" he said as a panel slid open, a sleek white device there that appeared to have a place for your hand to rest as well as a microphone built into it. "There you go, just say some common things, and place your hand on the scanner, dead skin folicles will be extracted and your D.N.A. encoded. You will have access second only to mine, giving you complete run of the facility and almost complete access to every device and chemical here." Moreau nodded to her and ushered her to the device, a sly but charming smile now playing across his face. Aubrey Lockheart "I never expected for a second that you would."Aubrey let herself smile at this. Perhaps she was wrong...she must have made some kind of impression on him during their time in school together if he already trusted her this much. She ideally wondered if there was anything more that he might have been alluding to, but before Aubrey could mentally hang on the subject, it was back to business.
Thrilled with the idea that she would be second in command of this operation, she happily went over to the device, putting her hand to the pad without hesitation.
"My name is Dr. Aubrey Melissa Lockheart, recently arrived to this island from Baltimore, Maryland. A pleasure to be here, working with the brilliant Dr. Nicholas Moreau, friend and colleague." She gave a friendly smile to him, and quirked her head to ask if that was enough to register the voice recognition. Doctor Moreau "Voice Pattern Accepted, D.N.A being extracted" There was a slight feeling of pulling... like static electricity across Aubrey's palm. "Hello, user Aubrey." the monotone female voice said again. "Clearence granted." "Cute," Moreau mused as Aubrey made her little speech. He smiled to her and turned her around. As they came face to face with a small syringe laying on the counter about five feet away that had not been there before. Atleast Aubrey couldn't remember it being there. "Oh, I didn't mean to leave that out. How very foolish of me." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey gave a wry smirk at the doctor at his remark about her speech. She winked at him as she approached, already feeling a little power-heavy knowing she was now second in command to everything on the island. Not that... well, anyone was here. Yet. But that would change.
She blinked at the syringe. Where had that come from?
"Oh?" she inquired. "What is it?" Doctor Moreau The smile that played across Dr. Moreau's face got bigger, and slightly more maniacal. "Ahhh that is just a strain of Serum #64, it's a new variant on another serum I've been marketting in the States and in Europe." "My original Serum #45 is an enhancer, it acts to temporarily enhance the gene structure of it's user. Of course it's only minor changes, and the effects are only temporary. It can't compare to Serum #54, my permanent enhancer, of course you'll get plenty of time to play with that when the "volunteers" arrive." There was almost a giggle in the Doctor's voice when he said this. "No, Serum #64 is a varient strain on both, it causes temporary physical changes. Noticable changes that generally show themselves as certain traits in the subject. Extremely useful for short term usage and when you just need that extra edge. Of course, I haven't had a chance to test it on a human, though all the virtual tests have shown it to be perfectly safe." Dr. Moreau sounded wispful here. "Of course, I will need to use Serum #54 on the subjects we'll have arriving at the facility soon. That is the much longer more important research. I so wish I had a willing subject who wasn't going to be taking Serum #54. Ahhh well, I guess I have to shelf this for now." The sadness thick in Moreau's voice. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey's eyes flickered between Moreau and the syringe. The emotion was coming into this voice - which meant this had to be important. Yes, Moreau wa definately most passionate where his work is involved.
She plucked the syringe from him, a moral dilemma racing through her mind.
"Safe, you say?" Doctor Moreau His face attempting to be steady but his eyes obviously excited. "Of course, my equipment is flawless. As are my calculations." "Serum #45 you see I have had in production for some time, unfortunetly due to drug patents and the FCC it has yet to been made legal by the beaurocrats. Nevertheless I distribute it in hopes that it will help to give people what they have always dreamed of. Or what they've never known they could have. This is mearly a stronger variant on that, it can't be anything but safe and temporary." Moreau coughed a bit as he finished this final statement as though he had something caught in his throat. The smile reformed on his face "Why do you ask my dear?" Aubrey Lockheart This was a loyalty test, obviously, but Aubrey didn't care. She did promise to do anything for him. After all, it was temporary.
"Of course your calculations are flawless, you're incapable of anything but perfection." She gave him a playful wink and handed the syringe back to him. "Do you want to use me? To test it, of course. I mean, I'm here, and, well, thats my job, isn't it? To help?"
That's right, my good doctor. Test me all you want. I will pass. Doctor Moreau "Well, if your certain. I would never place you in any danger. You know... I'm not even sure I know what kind of D.N.A. was spliced into that one. I suppose if you wanted to find out, it would be great help to our research." Dr. Moreau's smile changed to a charming one now, the man had a flexibility of his face rarely seen. "Do you wish to? Or would you rather I?" nodding to the needle as he asked the question not even waiting for the response of his question about her certainty. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey's heart melted as he smiled at her. This was just like the good 'ol days. He could play Aubrey like a harp, and she ate it up.
"Don't be silly, Nick, er, Doctor," she sang, rolling up her sleeve and batting her eyelashes. Yes, the only time Moreau came anything close to "flirty" was when he needed something done in the lab. But none of this surprised Aubrey. "You can't do it yourself, you have to record the research. Unbiased results, of course. You can be the control." Doctor Moreau Dr. Moreau smiled and took the needle from Aubrey's hand. He squirted it slightly to release the air in the front and then inserted inserted it into her arm. The serum tingled as it quickly entered the blood stream. "This should be mostly plesant, it's based on a drug meant to do just that. Ahh yes, canine D.N.A. that's right. That is what I used." He watched as Aubrey shook a little, the serum fast acting, even as her ears began to grow fuzzy, her nose felt a bit cold as well as their was a tingling sensation centered on her tail bone. "It's unfortunete that I cannot make permanent changes occur this fast. It's rather interesting, how the body reacts, a whole new state of being." Dr. Moreau watched as the hair long the ears grew at the rate the ears did, flopping down. There was something moving uncomfortably in her pants that was being forced down as she felt the fur brush her thigh right above her a**. Realizing she must be growing a tail. "Of course, while the obvious changes are interesting I personally find they are overshadowed by some not so obvious ones." Even as Moreau said this Aubrey smelled things she hadn't smelled before. She could smell the chemicals that had been used here previously. She could smell Moreau's persperation, recongize his excitement. Her hearing was improved as well, the sound of his heart, and of her own, the fact that his breathing had subtably picked up. The heat in her body washed away almost as quickly as it had come. The experience, not unpleasant by any means, disorienting maybe. Dr. Moreau mearly smiled one of his largest smiles. His eyes utterally fixed on Aubrey as though, for the moment nothing was more important. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey swallowed, trying to will away her apprehension as Moreau injected her with the serum. She squeezed her eyes shut at the small pinch of the needle, and almost immediately she felt a warm rush flood over her body. Surprised with how fast, and intense, the sensations were coming, she shuddered a bit.
The first thing that happened was her nose went cold. Like the heat just faded away from it somehow. She reached up and felt it, it was sensitive and tender, and moist like she has been sweating over the top. Her eyes went wide as the sensation continued to flow over her body. Her ears tingled and she felt some pressure on them, as if someone was gently pulling at the tips stretching them, and her tailbone tingled and ached dully, as if she had fallen on it the day before.
Her grey eyes met Moreau's and she felt herself blush at the intense way he was looking at her. Just then, however, she felt something very uncomfortable pull at her slacks in the back. Her blush intensified as a grey-brown bushy tail started to grow and stretch at her pants, winding down her legs and wedging itself in uncomfortable places. Embarrassed, she squatted a bit, trying to adjust its movement, finally reaching behind her and pulling the tail out from the back of her pants.
Giving a self conscious looks back to Moreau, she held onto the font of her pants with one hand to make sure they didn't fall down, and started to feel her new fuzzy ears with her other. The sensation was beyond words - it didn't really hurt, but a warm, steady pressure pulsed over where her body was changing.
Then, the secondary effects came into place. The white noise of the room became a deafening roar in her hearts, and for a moment she felt vertigo as her mind tried to computer new sounds. Heartbeats, her and Moreau's- could be dissentience hers. Then the smells filled her nostrils, almost burning at first. She smelled Moreau's distinct scent, and immediately made the blush still present on Aubrey's face darken more as she averted her eyes to the floor.
It took her several moments after the heat left her body and the changes subsided before she could comprehend anything. It was amazing and exhilarating - although a bit terrifying in its own alieness. This wasn't supposed to be possible - but here she was.
Still holding her slacks up, allowing her tail to spill over the back, she finally managed to look up the doctor. Her expression held no fear - just a wonder and a completely unabashed desire for approval. Doctor Moreau Dr. Moreau's smile managed to grow just a bit more. His eyes shon "It worked!". Moreau's hands were shaking a bit as he drew himself close to her and looked over her changes admiringly. Pulling up her ears to look underneith. Running his hand over the tail. Checking her teeth and noticing slightly extended canines. Aubrey had never seen the doctor pay this much attention to her. "I'll need to make notes. Yes, documentation is key." Dr. Moreau then walked away for a moment. But then looked back again excitedly. There was passion in his walk in his voice and for the moment, all his attention seemed to be focused on Aubrey, he grabbed his clipboard and began to scribble furiously. Almost never looking at his own writing only staring at her. "Incidentally Aubrey, that look works for you." he said as an almost half mention unimportant to the rest of his statements. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey couldn't help but revel a bit in the delight of the doctor's touch. Though she would never admit it, the feel of his deft fingers on her new, soft fur sent shivers down her spine. She was not used to having Moreau pay this much attention to her. She knew he only got very passionate about his work, but... she had never been his work before. His eyes bore into her soul, and she felt completely naked before them, no matter how many time she checked to make sure her tail wasn't causing her to expose too much to the doctor.
She tried to keep a polite smile at him, despite her nervousness. She blushed as her new tail, on its own volition, began to sweep back and forth as she felt Moreau's fingers graze over her ears and cheek."Incidentally Aubrey, that look works for you."Aubrey's eyes widened alittle in surprise. "Thank you, doctor," she mumbled in respond, her voice unsteady and soft, not quite knowing to take that as a compliment or not. Doctor Moreau Dr. Moreau turned back to his clipboard. He looked down for a moment, then looked back up. Coughing a bit as he spoke "I've never found you quite as... interesting as you are right now Aubrey. Perhaps, perhaps tomorrow we could try a different species." Dr. Moreau looking a bit nervous as he says all this. "But please, come with me, we should run further testes on you, and start preparing the island. Soon we'll have staff and subjects to work with. For the moment though, we are the only humans on this island." Dr. Moreau smiled a bit again. Aubrey Lockheart After several minutes of fidgeting, Aubrey finally got her pants secure enough she felt safe to let them go. She ran a nervous hand through her hair, feeling her ears with amazement. She adverted her eyes shyly. Interesting, huh?
Another species? Tomorrow? Aubrey enjoyed the attention from the good doctor that this brought her, but she felt a nervous twinge in her stomach. Hopefully, her duty on the island would amount to more than a test subject. Despite herself, her tail wagged.
She tried to suppress a smirk at his last comment. A lewd joke entered her mind about what two humans alone on an island should be doing, but of she dared not to voice it. Instead, she just nodded and followed him out of the room.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:52 pm
Original RP
Aubrey and Moreau chat with islanders on the beach.
August 24, 2005Aubrey Lockheart A paper message left for Moreau in his office
"What's the point of having a lab on a tropical island if you can't enjoy it? You should come down and join me at the beach! It will be fun!
xoxoxo
-Aubrey" Doctor Moreau Moreau looked down at the note. He had a lot of important work to do, he picked it up and walked to the monitors in the other room. Noticing that the Subjects known as Ambrose and Pyroth were conversing on the beach. A chance to study them up close and personal appealed to him. He looked down at Aubrey's note, well, she had been working hard and would probably see it as a reward for her hard work. If he happened to take some notes and do some on site research in the meantime who would it hurt? He walked towards the door, taking off his labcoat and hanging it up. He'd need his sunglasses. (Role Play Moved to the Beach) Aubrey Lockheart "HELLO!"
From up the path, a tall, pudgy (but in the cute way) woman came trouncing down towards the beach. Her skin was pale due to lack of much time in the sun (Accentuating the freckles on her face), and very strong coconut smelling suntan lotion had been smeared over her shoulders. She wore sunglasses and a blue sarong over a red one-peice suit. She also carried a book and a beach towel.
She waved enthusiatically to the two men she saw, hurrying to catch up with them. Pyroth Ignatius
Pyroth nodded. So there was a medical study going on here? That was news, but would explain the laboratories. He listened as Ambrose recounted the two other people he had encountered and said "I'll keep an eye out for both of them on my explorations of the town." It really was reassuring to know that there were /at least/ four of them stuck here for now.
The red haired man gave a knowing grin as Ambrose mentioned someone called Angelina, a sweetheart perhaps?
"Ah, got someone else still at home? That would make things a little distracted I suppose. Wouldn't know myself what that's like, I'm a bit of a loner like that"
He was about to add a little more to his comment when he heard Aubrey call to them, and he looked round to watch her approach wondering if she could be one of the two others that Ambrose mentioned or if she was an as yet unknown to him but equally welcome individual.Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose nodded with a wistful smile. "Yes, my girlfriend is still back in Massachusetts. She was busy with work... and, well, it's only two weeks." He shrugged with a half smile and then turned his attention to the newcomer to the beach. I wonder who this is. I'm lonely for three days and then people start crawling out of the woodwork. Ah well, when it rains it pours, I suppose. He nodded and gave a small welcoming wave of his hand back to her. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey came down, smiling, and offering to shake the mens' hands. "Hello! My name is Dr. Aubrey Lockheart, but you can call me Aubrey. I'm Dr. Moreau's personal assistant and overseer of the project here. Lovely day, isn't? And what might your names be?" She seemed genuine enough, though her voice of higher-pitched than you might expect from a woman her size. Doctor Moreau Moreau headed to the beach where he expected to meet Aubrey. He'd of course brought his sunglasses, but he had left his labcoat behind. Of course none of this changed the fact that he was wearing a sweater and long pants. Moreau didn't have much variety in clothing, though his turtlenecks came in many colors. As he casually strolled along the coast, he headed for the area where he knew his subjects would be. Hopefully Aubrey would find him along the way. Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose smiled, a bit surprised, but not unfriendly. He shook her hand back. She certainly seemed much more open than Doctor Moreau himself had - secured in his laboratory and behind a locked fence. After meeting him he was pretty sure he wouldn't interact much with the medical staff save for the periodic checks that Moreau mentioned. He certainly hadn't expected running into them taking it easy on the beach. But then again, this WAS a tropical Island. Moreau must have had some reasoning for choosing such a spot to have his research facility. "It is quite a lovely day, Dr. Lockeart." Ambrose agreed. "A bit hot, but what can you expect. I'm Ambrose, it's a pleasure to meet you." Aubrey Lockheart She smiled at Ambrose. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Ambrose! But please, call me Aubrey." Pyroth Ignatius
Pyroth shook Aubrey's hand and greeted her as warmly as he knew how "Nice to meet you Aubrey, the name is Pyroth, forgive me if I'm a little socially rusty, just got here and all, and still a little confused by it all, but indeed, it's gorgeous out today."
Indeed, things had taken a strange turn for the surreal to Pyroth. He felt that instead of finding himself marooned on some sort of hellish lab location full of ebola tests and illegal weapons, that he had stumbled upon some manner of holiday resort. It was odd to say the least.
Doctor Moreau Moreau walked further down, spotting them at a distance "Ahhh! Aubrey! I came out here to join you." Moreau walked closer and smiled to her, then his attention turned the other people there. "Ohhhh... Ambrose correct? And Pyroth wasn't it? How are you enjoying my island?" Aubrey Lockheart "Thats an interesting name. Welcome to the Island."
Aubrey looked off in the distance and her face lit up like a child on Christmas. "Speak of the devil, there he is!"
She quickly looked down and adjested her sarong to make sure it was hanging on her hips in the most flattering way possible. "Hello there, Nic - I mean, Doctor! I'm so glad you came down to join me. Ambrose Maurlias Pyroth? It certainly was an intersting name. Ambrose had certainly never heard one quite like it outside of fiction. "Aubrey then" He acquiesed. "But then just Ambrose for me. No 'mister.'" Things certainly were seeming quite laid back here. He was really begining to feel more at ease here, and happier with his decision to try out the study. This really could turn out to be an enjoyable two weeks above and beyond profitable. The staff certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves. He followed Aubrey's gaze and, sure enough, the Doctor himself was heading their way. Perhaps his judgement had been too harsh about him being pent up in his laboratories. While he didn't exactly seemed dressed for the beach, he was out here. He smiled and kept his mouth shut and stepped back, watching. Doctor Moreau "No problem at all Aubrey, you know me... I love the beach" Moreau said unconvincingly. "So Ambrose? How have you been feeling lately, I hope the island weather has been... good for your health?" Moreau wrapped a hand around Aubrey, determined to give the impression that he was out here for no other reason that relaxation and conversation. Moreau knew that soon enough he might not be able to personally interview the guests, not without truth serums and the like anyway. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth nodded to Aubrey and was once again pre-empted in his attempts to speak by his attention being diverted. He raised a single red eyebrow as yet another figure approached, this time however, the man was familiar. Pyroth didn't trust Moreau yet, there was something about the man that spoke to him of one of his superiors, a cunning man who probably knew all of what went on in his island. Still, he remained courteous and nodded. "Well, yes, can't complain at the moment. Lovely weather here, is it always like this?"
Pyroth had been relaxing a little but now that internal jangling of nerves was back again. He couldn't quite understand his own mistrust of students of science, perhaps it was simply a case of conflict between science and his own upbringing which placed heavy emphasis on the supernatural. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey's eyes widened in surprise as Moreau wrapped an arm around her, but the look of surprise quickly melted into a one of utter contentment. She looked like she was about to melt in to a pile of goo. A slight pinky color came to her cheeks, not knowing how to act, so she just stood there and smiled, enjoying the moment while it lasted. heart Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose shifted uncomfortably at the subject of his health openly in front of other people on the Island. He wouldn't have minded discussing side-effects privately, but to openly talk about such things seemed demeaning. "I've... well... I suppose well enough..." His tone spoke to there being more to it than he let on, and he shot Moreau a "please not now" look. It's not that he felt that he particularly needed to impress Pyroth (Aubrey was really no concern as she was apparently a head scientist here), more that he was in general concerned about how other people thought of him regardless of who they were. It was an aftereffect of his upbringing that he had a difficult time shaking even now. Even if he sat down and thought about honestly how irrelevant it all was in the long run. Doctor Moreau "Good to know..." Moreau shot a look back that said we'll talk later. He turned his attention back to Aubrey for a moment. "And You Aubrey? Are you enjoying your day out here? Hmmm you look like you might be burning." Moreau a bit oblivious to the ways of women and the effect the blushing was having on her face. Almost not waiting for a response he turned his attention back to Pyroth "and you? How is this tropical paradise fairing you?" Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth noted Ambrose's apparent discomfort at being directly queried about his health and assumed that he must have received a similar "vaccination" to himself. However, that didn't mean that Pyroth himself didn't feel a little edgy himself. The less he thought about that injection, so dark and vicious looking, the better.
In response to Moreau's direct question, Pyroth shot him a defiant glance, one that stated that he would return civility with civility but there was no trust there. "It will suffice I suppose." he stated calmly. "A little remote though."
Almost as a result of his subconcious, he found himself drifting a little bit away from the others, examining the shallows meticulously for any sign of that stupid little supplies pod that seemed to have no chance of showing up anymore.
Pyroth fell easy into daydreams, but never meant to seem rude by doing so. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey nodded. "Doing really well. Its so pretty out here. I was thinking abuot going swimming..."
She raised a hand to her cheek. "Burning? Oh, uhm..." I dare you, her more flirty side told her. "Well, I have some more suntan lotion." She pulled out of bottle of SPF50 and placed it in his hands, turning her back and looking over her shoulder to him expectantly. Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose noted Pyroth's uncomfortableness to the same question. He must be another research subject here as well. That made sense - Ambrose was begining to wonder - after all, don't medical studies require a great number of subjects? Even High School science had taught him that. Apparently the rather quiet man didn't much care for the location. In fact he seemed quite tense in general since the Doctor showed up. Moreau did give off rather strange vibes... not that that was necessarily indicative of anything, of course. Maybe he just didnt' like doctors. He looked like a Native American and he had heard of clashing views of medicine before. Especially with the markings on his face and the feathers, this was no Native American-by blood only with things like that. But then why would he have agreed to the study.... well... there was the money. Noting his wandering off he looked back to the Doctor, realizing that he was back in the company of the two scientists again, although Aubrey didn't exactly come off really as a scientist nearly as much as Moreau did. Doctor Moreau "Ohhh ummm... well I meant just the face really but, I guess." Moreau dabbed some of the bottle into his hand and began to rub it along Aubrey's back. His eyes were more on Ambrose than Aubrey though as was probably easy to tell from the fact that he would continue to rub the same place repeatedly. "Have you been enjoying the food Ambrose? How have you been eating here? Since the food is all on me." Moreau moved his hands to a different area of Aubrey's back but then continued his distracted suntan lotion spreading. Aubrey Lockheart Not that Aubrey cared. She blushed a deeper shade of red but smiled contently. If she were a cat, she's be purring. She closed her eyes and wished it would go on forever. Ambrose Maurlias If Ambrose had felt a bit awkward before with Pyroth there, he felt equally so, if in a different way, awkward now with Aubrey openly flirting with Moreau in front of him. His mind strayed to Angelina, and a blush rose to his own cheeks as he cleared his throat and returned his attention to to question. "The food?" Ambrose started as his mind returned. "Well, it's not bad - reminds me of the cafeteria food on campus, actually..." The question itself seemed pointed as Ambrose thought back to his appetite. "I guess I've been eating a bit more than usual..." He hesitated, realizing how much of an understatement that was. But this was a medical study. They needed to know accurate side-effects of the treatments or drugs or whatever... "Well.. rather a bit more than usual, actually" he begrudged, glancing over to where Pyroth was, convinced that he was probably out of hearing. "And still feeling a little bit off... though my arm is feeling better by now." Doctor Moreau "Is there anything we haven't been providing you with that you've been craving? Have the meats been satisfactory?" Moreau looked at Ambrose very interested at this point. "What about your sleep here? I've heard that change in climate can cause odd dreams." Moreau continued to rub Aubrey's back, moving up to her shoulders. "Oh yes Aubrey, wanted to let you know, you've been an excellent help so far. I hope your enjoying the day off." Pyroth Ignatius
Pyroth realised only moments later of his distraction from the conversation, and returned to his place in the group, noting as he did so, that Moreau seemed to be putting suntan lotion on his assistant, albeit not very efficiently. He had to supress a smirk at the scene and at Aubrey's evident contentment. Affection was a weakness and it was both to his dissapointment and additional respect that he noted Moreau's somewhat detached behaviour.
Ambrose was stil being hounded for his opinions and feelings on the island it seemed, and Pyroth felt a twinge of guilt. His daydreaming had left the man open to Moreau's polite but meticulous questioning.
And for the time being, he remained content to listen. He was better at that than anything else though.
Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey bit her lip to keep from swooning. "I'm glad you think so, Doctor. I've been doing my best!" Yeah, she had 'smitten" written alllll over her face. Ambrose Maurlias "The meat...?" Ambrose thought back to the lasagna and the meat loaf. "Yes, it's been fine... Has there been a problem with importing it here? ... Or has it been something other than beef?" Ambrose thought to the fact that they were on an island and that the ground "beef" might in fact be something more... native. And did these questions ever seem pointed. Another flush rose to Ambrose's face as he remembered his... "expierence" the other night. How embarrassing.... but, if he brought it up - perhaps the doctor could confirm it was merely an effect of the tests. "I... well.... I don't recall my dreams very well.... but... the other night I had an incident of... sleepwalking" The last word was said in a hushed tone, as if he had done something wrong. "Is that normal, Doctor?" He asked, searching his face for familiarity. Doctor Moreau Moreau moved down to rub the lotion on Aubrey's legs still firmly and mostly speaking to Ambrose. "Not that I'm aware of, I suppose it's possible, you'll probably find yourself with more energy. You should put it to good use." Moreau nodded to Pyroth "Welcome back Pyroth, I was just speaking to Mr. Maurlias about a few things" he smiled. Pyroth Ignatius "Ah." Pyroth stated bluntly, wanting to ask the doctor if Ambrose had received the same vaccination as him or something worse, but knowing that it would be both rude and a waste of time. He doubted the doctor would tell him anything more than he needed to know, what with his lurking hostility and all.
In fact, Pyroth wanted to ask many many things, but his stern self-control, for the moment was having none of it. Patience, it reminded him, was the watchword.
Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose averted his gaze from Moreau's hands on Aubrey's legs right in front of him. He had never been one for PDA, and the head Doctor and his "assistant"... "Wait, so you mean that's not a standard side effect?!" Ambrose disparaged. And of course, he realized as he turned around to see Pyroth had returned, he had been overheard on top of that. Ambrose clammed up, hoping that his face wasn't burning too brightly of a red. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey tried to discretely put her hand over her face to hide the blush now burning brightly on her face by pertending to sheild the sun from her face. Moreau was not a very... touchy-feeling kind of guy, and she never expected him to rub her legs. Now that she was ... complaining, per se.. but she would have preferred they be alone. Doctor Moreau Moreau finished applying the suntan lotion, or atleast he assumed he had as he stood back up. He noticed Pyroth's reapproach. "Well, we will of course talk of this later. For now though, your young you should enjoy this wonderful beach. I believe my lab work will be calling me back soon." Moreau knew Aubrey would be sad at this. "But I'll stay... a bit longer." he said. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth made no sign that he had overheard Ambrose, respecting the other's privacy and not wanting to be accused of eavesdropping. Still, he made a vague note that apparently the other man was having similarly vivid dreams to himself.
As far as the Doctor and Aubrey, Pyroth could care less. His tribe hadn't really bothered much for modesty, spending much of their lives in close proximity to one another, and as a result, little phased him.
"So Doctor, heard any word back from the mainland on my fate?" Pyroth finally asked, not really expecting an informative reply but making an attempt nevertheless. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey took the lotion back from Moreau, feeling a bit dizy-high. "Thank you, Doctor," she said, her face still pink. Perhaps now was a good time for a swim. "I'm going to go test the waters," she said, and trotted off towards the waves. Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose looked back to Pyroth, his embarrassment momentarily forgotten as he heard the man's question. Had he assumed incorrectly? Fate? Why was he here? Despite Moreau's encouragement to go enjoy himself, Ambrose wasn't exactly sure what that entailed. He had dressed to swim, but once again, he felt awkward and on the spot with the Doctor standing on the beach in a sweater, even if his assistant was out enjoying the waters. Perhaps he'd test the water later. He took a few paces around the sand, feeling the sand between his toes that the sandals allowed and smiled a bit, telling himself he wasn't eavesdropping on Pyroth and the Doctor. Doctor Moreau "Yes, but I'd perfer to discuss it in private. It is not good news unfortunetly." Moreau smiled turning away from the subject to watch Aubrey, or atleast to feign doing so. After a moment he scooped up his pad and began writing notes, sitting in the sand. "Ambrose, perhaps you should join Aubrey in the water, not to force you young man." as Moreau continued to write furiously. Pyroth Ignatius Pyroth hadn't expected the news to be good, and wasn't too dissapointed when the Doctor informed him of such. "Fair enough." he stated with a shrug, getting the message that tha particular line of discussion was a no-go at the moment.
He too watched Aubrey make her way down to the water, and mentally shuddered, no way in hell would anyone get him near those chilly depths again, not after that horrific night spent in the storm while all about him the ocean raged, sky became sea and he thought he was going to die. No way. Besides, he wasn't a strong swimmer to begin with, the land was his friend.
Walking a little way away from the doctor, enough so as to be within earshot but well outside the man's personal space, Pyroth sat himself down on the soft sands and watched what went on round about him, all the while pondering what the bad news could be, an uncomfortable sinking feeling in his stomach. Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose shrugged indifferently. "Perhaps some other time." He said, his eyes fixated on the waters. They did look nice... especially considering how hot and humid it was. His resolve wavered. He shuffled his foot in the sand, thoroughly covering his foot in sand, wedging it between his foot and his flip flop as he watched Aubrey cavort in the low waves. The boy inside Ambrose, who had been repressed in Ambrose since he was quite young, stomped his foot in protest. Who of these people would he ever see again after these two weeks anyway.... Besides, the water was certainly better than the Doctor's questions. "Well..." Ambrose finally begrudged. "Maybe I'll go see how the water temperature is..." As he headed towards the shore with a secretive smile. Doctor Moreau Moreau smiled as Ambrose headed out to sea a bit. He looked back down at his papers and suddenly seemed to think about something very important. Moreau promptly stood up and without a word headed back to his lab facilities, leaving Aubrey, Pyroth, and Ambrose to their beach fun. He walked away like a man on a mission, his sunglasses on top of his head as he read over whatever notes he had made.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:59 pm
Original RP
Snake-scare brings Aubrey & Dude too close for (Moreau's) comfort.
August 30, 2005The Dude XD "Really, where?" - he asked, but then saw Madison's eyes bug out. Following her finger he turned around and found himself nose to nose with the snake. The snake, understandably, froze, too. There was a moment of awkward silence in which the snake and the Dude were debating escape routes. Then, before the Dude was finished with his plan, the snake decided that attack WAS the best defense and bit him on the right cheek. With blood all over his face now, the Dude tried his best to hit the snake away from him, throwing the poor creature out of the tree and onto the ground. The snake, utterly terrified, made a quick escape into the bush, dissapearing from sight. Oh yeah - the picture of the snake:  Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey was sitting in the monitor room, reading a rather intense (*cough cough*) part of the romance novel she was reading. Every now and them she would look up at the monitors like her was susposed to. Ambrose and Greer were playing with their swords in the village, most of the other subjects were in their rooms, and Dude and Moreau's cousin were off in the Jungle.
But ever since Damien had surprised the Lady Rosemary in the stables, Aubrey had been rivited to the page and hadn't looked up for several minutes.
Finally, Aubrey came up for a breather. Wow, it was suddenly very hot in the video room. Putting down the book to go get a glass of water, she noticed a flurry of action on one of the Jungle camera. Was the Dude bleeding??
Aubrey flipped the sound on for that camera and zoomed in. Oh yeah, that was definately blood. "Dammit," she cursed under her breath and ran out towards the Jeep.
Quickly checking to make sure the first aide kit was there, she pulled off towards the jungle, radio-ing Mr. Duvert to ask him to cover her observation shift. The Dude XD While Madison was still just standing there, frozen in shock, the Dude grabbed his cheek and swore: "s**t!!! Thanks for the ******** warning, lady!" He growled something rude and tried to figure out what exactly WAS going on his face, by touching the wound. Well, he was in fact bleeding from two puncture wounds. Snake bite. ARGH. He didn't remember WHAT kind of snake that was, either. BIG. And BLACK. He remembered that much. What WAS one supposed to DO when one got bit by a snake? A lovely scene from Kill Bill flashed before his eyes, with Elle, and Budd and the black mamba exploding out of the suitcase full of dollar bills. Well, his snake was more a reddish black, with patterns all over it. But that thought was not particullary comforting. He'd needed to get his a** to the Feral Labs pronto. S' not like he could suck the venom out of his own cheek. And Madison had this glazed look on her face, just standing there, shaking. Grabbing the girl by the hand, he dragged her back along the trail as fast as he could run. The cheek wasn't really bleeding that much and, as he was running, he was happily noticing that he was, in fact, NOT passing out or foaming at the mouth either. What WAS one supposed to DO when one got bit by a snake, again?? Aubrey Lockheart Just a few minutes after the bite, the rumble of a four-wheel drive could be heard crashing through the jungle. Speeding up was Aubrey behind the wheel, a worried expression on her face.
She slammed on the breaks near Dude and jumped out, hauling a large first aide kit with her.
"What happened?" She asked, pulling out a rag and some alcohol from the kit. The Dude XD The Dude stared wide eyed at Aubrey, more then surprised to see her there, with a rag and alcohol and a first aid kit ready to go. But he was all too happy to just see a helpful face, so he didn't give this observation any particullar thought. "I got bit in the face by a black snake." - he pointed self explanatory to his face, trying to sound not too panicky. But the adrenaline of the flight was still rushing thru his sytems and he was sweating. "Big snake, about 4 or 5 feet, I think? Maybe longer? It was hanging from the tree and went right for my face." He breathed in and out, trying to calm down, but still holding Madison by her hand, squeezing it mercilessly without realizing it. "Do you have poisonous snakes here, on the island?" Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey walked over, trying not to look nervous or worried. Her mind started racing with all the snake facts she knew. She reached up and blotted away the blood from his cheek. There were some puncture wounds, definately, bleeding heavily due to it being a face wound. She bit her lip and tried to get a better look. She needed to look for swelling.
"I can't tell you for certain if there aren't any of this island, but in general, venomous snakes are very, very rare near were we are. Was it orange-brown with a yellow underbelly? Did you see any yellow? How do you feel?"
Okay, stay calm. Chances are it was nothing. The Dude XD The Dude finally let go of Madison's hand and turned his face towards Aubrey so she could get a better look. The cheek didn't really hurt that much anymore at all, just stung, like a scrape would sting, but he could feel the uncomfortable trickling of blood on his neck and that told him it still bled pretty bad. Listening to Aubrey, he shook he head: "No, it was all black, kinda with a reddish tint. And it had white squigly s**t all over it. Like, a net or something. And I didn't see any yellow, I think. I don't remember." He shook his head again. No, he was definately feeling allright. Breathing normally, no numb feeling anywhere. A slight flush of embarassment started to spread across his blood stained face. Oh man ... "I'm okey. You think I just paniced? Man, I don't do snakes, man. They are cool and all, and they got rights, too. But not when they try to bite my nose off." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey took a deep breath. "Well, then its probably nothing to worry about. You're not swelling or irratated at all, so it looks like you're all good." She continued to wipe of fthe wound and disenfect it. "Which is a very good thing. Facial snakes bites are nasty things."
She got a bandage and covered the wound, being as gentle as she could. "If it starts scratching or swelling or... anything, let me know ot once!"
She gave a big sigh of relief and stepped back, placing her hands on her hips. She glanced over to Dr, Madison who was there also, and gave a once-over at her small frame and red hair. Suddenly feeling self conscious, she really wished she hadn't rushed to the rescuse in her sarong that bared abit more pudgy pale tummy than she would normally feel comfortable with in public. She hadn't planned to do anything that day except spend her shift alone on monitor duty.
"Would, uh, you two like a ride back? Or are you guys ... uhm, I mean, I didn't mean to interupt anything." The Dude XD "Oh yeah, thanks, Dr. Lockheart." - the Dude patted the now bandaged cheeck. "And yeah, I'd like a ride ..." - he continued but stopped. "... Huh? " - the Dude's face looked perplexed for a second and then a realization of the situation came. "Oh - her?" - he pointed at Madison, who was standing there, looking all cute and worried in her cute shorts and cute tank top. Then he grinned wide and hooked his arm around Dr. Lockheart's shoulders: "'S not a date, Aubrey-baby, no worries. My heart is all yours! After all, you are my guardian angel, arriving on a chariot to save the day." - was the prompt response. "How'd you DO that, by the way?" - he wondered, still grinning like the Cheshire cat. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey blushed as the dude put his arm around her shoulders. She gave a nervous laugh at his jesting. "Well, thats good to know, Duuuuude," she laughed back with a wink.
Her laugh quickly faded, how the hell am I suspose to explain that?
"Oh.... I'm just, ya know, psychic" she joked, hoping he wouldn't press the subject.
She headed toward the Jeep and held open the passenger side door. The Dude XD The Dude climbed into the back seat, letting Madison have the front. His arms resting on the head rests of the front seats he was looking in the rear view mirror, trying to see the bandage. Aubrey did a very neat job cleaning out the wound, and he looked even more like a rugged sea rat, with a bandage and a two day old scrub on his cheeks, and all that jazz. The Dude indeed let Aubrey's explanation slide - she was too sweet to pester and whatever she was doing, it was all Dr. Moreau's fault. Of that the Dude was sure. When Aubrey climbed in, he promptly stole her hat and put it on his head backwards, without much explanation, leaning away so she couldn't reach it easily. Madison probably gigled at that. All was good. Sabin Duvert Meanwhile, Sabin was sitting behind the desk, his feet up, shoes off and his eyebrows waaaay raised, a chuckle already forming. This was much more entertaining than the usual moniter duty was. Much. He wasn''t used to "spying" on other lab techs. But talk about gossip. If Moreau knew of this abject flirting. Quote: "''S not a date, Aubrey-baby, no worries. My heart is all yours! After all, you are my guardian angel, arriving on a chariot to save the day." Sabin laughed out loud. If this "Dude" fellow hadn''t been being blatant before! He popped one of the pieces of diced ham into his grinning mouth. Sabin wasn''t regretting for a moment that he had taken this job. Doctor Moreau As the line crossed The Dude's mouth Quote: "'S not a date, Aubrey-baby, no worries. My heart is all yours! After all, you are my guardian angel, arriving on a chariot to save the day." There were footsteps behind Sabin, as Moreau walked up behind him in the monitor room. He had expected Aubrey to be here at first and was very suprised to find she was not. But he didn't require any explination as he watched the scene play out on the monitor screen in the middle. The line rang in his ears as he continued to watch the scene. Quote: "'S not a date, Aubrey-baby, no worries. My heart is all yours! After all, you are my guardian angel, arriving on a chariot to save the day." He watched the monitor as the dude turned Aubrey's hat around in some attempt to be cute. Moreau snapped his pencil, the anger was as plain as the snarl on his face. Moreau had almost never shown this side of himself to anyone, he was suddenly very glad that he had choosen a fat and ugly animal for "The Dude". Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey headed towards the village, just getting out of range of that particular camera as Dude stole her hat away.
"Hey you!" Aubrey laughed out loud, having a lot of fun and not even realizing it. She attempted to reach back and swipe it back, but failed, quickly giving up her attempts as the Jeep came dangerously close to running off the trail. Giving a playful "scream" of surprize as the Jeep lurched over a branch, she put both hands back on the wheel and setteled for "glaring" at him through the review mirror. "I expect that back, mister." Sabin Duvert Sabin heard the "SNAP!" Behind him and leaned his head baaaaack, looking at an upside-down, VERY upset Moreau. Sabin had known Moreau for years since he had been the impetuous and "worrysome" student at Harvard. He had seen him driven, he had seen him sleep deprived and exhausted, he had seen him disappointed, and he had seen him with his charismatic act. He had never seen him this downright MAD. "Ah.... Hello Doctor" Sabin tried to put a pleasant spin on his voice. Deep down, a part of Sabin was clamboring to see the assured fireworks that were coming. That same part in him smiled, seeing just how bothered Moreau was when he lost control of one of his "possessions". Becuase, as far as Sabin could tell, while Moreau did like Aubrey - as much as he could like anyone, it wasn't so much of a romantic feeling - let alone a "love". It was a deep seated, possesion. She was his right, and the Dude was impeding on that. The Dude XD Lounging on the back seat and holding onto the hat with one hand so that it wouldn't get caught in the branches speeding by, the Dude laughed. "What am I gonna get for it? I am a shipwrecked pirate of the Caribbean, ya know. Me and Madison, we are taking it for ransome. Right Madison?" - he grinned at the redhead, whoe's face was turned towards him at the moment. Doctor Moreau The Doctor didn't respond at all to Sabin's attempts to be cordial to him, he appeared to be in his own world as he watched the monitor. A world in which he was very very angry. He watched the monitor as Aubrey seemed to even respond to that beach bum's pathetic attempts to flirt with her. Moreau watched the monitor with the snarl still on his face, it had all of his attention at the moment. There would be retribution of some kind, Moreau was not a forgiving man and though he didn't want harm to come to one of his "subjects" he swore to himself at the right moment, however long it took there would be revenge to pay to the "Dude" Aubrey was his... and he intended to make sure of that.Aubrey Lockheart The village was quickly approaching. Aubrey didn't know what to say to Dude. She wasn't really used to flirting with guys, especially if, well, she kind of liked them.
She cruised into the village, then slammed on the breaks suddenly just before getting to his bungalow, causing Dude (and probably poor Madison) to lurch forward. She jumped up, snatched the hat back, and quickly hopped over the door, getting out of the car. "Gimmie that, you filthy pirate," she laughed as she snatched the hat up. "We don't tolerate that kind of scalliwagging on this here island, got it?"
She took a few steps away, giving Dude a wink. The Dude XD Pretty happy to be alive and not convulsing from the deadly bite of the black mamba, the Dude flailed his arms and, grabbing Madison by the hand jumped out of the Jeep after Aubrey. "Arrgh! Our booty has been plundered from us! Surround her!" - with that he tried to corner the fleeing doctor, but was too slow. She had already climbed back into the Jeep and was pressing on the gas pedal. "Don't work too hard, Dr. Lockheart! And thanks!" - he waved as the Jeep sped off, then said bye to Madison and headed for his Duplex to grab diving gear and go scavange for his sunked loot.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:05 pm
Original RP
Moreau and Aubrey become lovers.
August 30, 2005Aubrey Lockheart ((*~ Continueed from Jungle RP p. 1-2))
Aubrey pulled the Jeep in front of the Lab and looked herself over in the mirror. She tried to calm down her frizzy hair a bit, as it had gotten rather windblown in the ride. Quickly giving up taming her tangled mane, she reapplied her hat and gave her self an approving nod. She was in a good mood.
She headed back up towards the video observation room, tapping the door as she opened it. "Thank you so much, Sabin, looks like Dude- I mean, Mister Carroll, will be just fine. Sabin Duvert There was an... odd grin on Sabin's face as he sat reclined in the chair, his barefeet still propped up on the desk in front of the vast array of moniters in front of him, a small dish of cubed meat besides him and.... a rather familiar novel in his hands. Glancing up at her and then down at a passage about 4/5 of the way through the book, he read a bit aloud "And he took her luscious, milky curves in his strong, almost forceful grasp. She whimpered in pleasure, but she would never let him know just how badly she needed him, his dusky, stable-scent..." "Gee, Aubrey... I did not know that this was work-related" he teased, the almost inanely bemused smile still on his lips as he locked eyes with her again. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey just froze.... her eyes going wide and all the blood rushing to her face and making it burn.
"I.. uh... HEY!" She lurched forward and grabbed at the book. What was it with people stealing her stuff today? Sabin Duvert Sabin laughed as the book was snatched from his hands, and he leaned forward, putting his feet back on the floor where they belonged. "And about the duty: No problem. It's actually a kind of interesting jopb I suppose..." He paused, thinking how to best breach the subject. The manipulator inside of him very pleased with itself. "Speaking of..... Doctor Moreau wishes to see you, Aubrey. Something about said moniter duty, I believe.... or at least, the contents thereof in your absence...." He took one of the cubes of processed meat, tossed it up into the air and caught it in his mouth. Then he flashed her a toothy grin. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey blinked, feeling guilty and not even really knowing why. "Oh, he did?" She tried to sound non-chalant abuot it. "Did he say where he was?" Sabin Duvert "Mmmm, yes" Sabin said, a hint of disappointment that she didn't seem to quite catch on immediately to the implications. "Said something about improper conduct with subjects or something like that..." He glanced briefly back to the moniters, tapping on one that was unordinarily black. "He's up in his mansion. Said you'd know where to find him...?" Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey felt a lead pound of dread hit her stomach. The monitor was blank. Only Moreau could disable the monitors. Was he really that upset? Had she done something wrong? She wasn't flirting that bad.
was she? gonk
"okay," Aubrey said meekly, turning on her heels and quickly pacing towards his mansion.
She couldn't decide if she wanted to run and get the yelling over with, or walk really slow and delay the punishment.
As she debated, pacing around the elevator, until it dinged. She sighed, heading towards his office.
The large wooden double door seperated her from the Doctor. She hesitated only for a moment, knowing full a monitor near his desk was displaying her dithering in the hallway.
She took a deep break and knocked on the door. "You called for me, Doctor?" Doctor Moreau The door was closed, the room odviously dark, as there was no indication of much light comming from under it. "Come in Aubrey... now." Moreau's voice said from behind the door. Aubrey Lockheart Eeep. He sounded mad.
Aubrey pushed open the door, stepping in. "He got bit by a snake!" where the first words out of her mouth. Doctor Moreau The room was dark and hard to see, the Doctor's face mostly obscured in the shadows. "Really? I wasn't aware that flirting was a medical remedy." Moreau sounded stern and very very upset. "It makes me question your loyalties Aubrey or perhaps... your intelligence for picking up with a beach bum like Mr. Carroll." "Now..." Moreau said. "Which will it be Aubrey... me or that washed up pot-head beach bum?" the room almost seemed to grow darker as he posed his question. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey just stood there, her mouth opening and closing several times. What the hell? But... Moreau and her only had a professional relationship.. right? I mean, sure, Aubrey had wished for something more, but Moreau just, well, never seemed interested.
"He.. he was flirting with me, sir..." she stuttered out. That sounded professional. Blame someone else.
"Er, I mean.. I mean well, I wasn't meaning to. It didn't mean anything!"
Aubrey twisted her hands together. "Loyalties?? Oh, no, doctor, its nothing like that!" Her voice raised a bit in desperation. "You know how loyal I am to you! I swear, Doctor, I promise," her heart was racing. She had built her whole life around Moreau.. she had sacrificed everything to work with him. Had she really just compromised that? She cursed at herself for being so careless. Risk losing everything she ever worked for ... for being a silly little girl.
Her voiced dropped to a near whisper, her eyes pleading. "I'm sorry, please... " Doctor Moreau "I was hoping you'd say that Aubrey..." Moreau pulled Aubrey towards him and kissed her passionately. It was at this time that Aubrey could tell, drawn close to Moreau that he did not have a shirt on, though he was still wearing the labcoat. His hands were moving firmly across her body as he kissed her. He pulled his lips away from Aubrey "Come with me... if you are mine." he began to draw her towards his bedroom which was connected by a large set of double doors to his office. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey through for a moment the floor must have caved in.
This was certainly not what she had expected. Time seemed to stand still. Certainly she had entered the twilight zone. Or was dreaming. Or daydreaming, again. Right? Right?
Apparantly not. Moreau was holding her. Kissing her. HOMG!
She tried to relax. At first her eyes were as wide open as saucers and she just stood there frozen. But as she tried to regain control of reality, the feel of his lips on hers, and his hands on her body posessively caused her relax a bit. The romance novel and her clipboard that she was holding clattered to the floor. Hesitantly she lifted her hands to his shoulders and started to return the kiss.
Just as she was starting to get lost in her own happy, magical thoughts, Moreau pulled away.
"Come with me... if you are mine."
...........wha?
She blinked, her heart fluttering in her throat. She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't keep her breath long enough to form a single word. Say something romantic... she willed herself.
Nothing. So she settled with just nodding dumbly. Taking his head and following him. Doctor Moreau Moreau lead Aubrey into his bedroom. The large four poster california king sized bed sitting in the middle of the room. Candles had been lit around the room for effect and lighting as Moreau laid Aubrey against the bed with a strange combination of forcefulness and gentleness. Forceful enough to make his point, gentle enough to not harm her. The candles made the light play against his face as he kissed her again. Aubrey Lockheart This is not happening, this is not happening, this not happening.
Thats all Aubrey seemed to be able to wrap her mind around as Moreau laid her back on the bed. How many times had she imagined this in her mind? Oh, just about everyday since high school? But no fantasy could compare to the real thing. And Aubrey, being totally inept and nearly completely inexperienced with serious, adult, romantic affairs, was probably giving less than a stellar performance.
She was nervous, so nervous her hands were shaking. A thousand and one thoughts were racing through her head, but not a single word managed to slip past her lips. She should have mentioned how beautiful Moreau looked in the candlelight. She could have shared how many times she dreamed abuot this very moment. She might have eluded to the fact that this would be her first time - she heard guys are really into that kind of stuff.
But she didn't say anything. She instead focused all her energy on just not messing something up.
So it didn't quite go like it always seemed to in Aubrey's romance novels. It was awkward. There was definately a lack of experience with this kind of thing between the two of them. But it happened.
Moreau needed her. Wanted her. Aubrey was stunned that he would ever question her loyalties, and even more shocked that a simple flirtatious exchange between a surfer could ignite so much passion within the doctor. Hell, had she known thats all it would take, she would have taken to flirting with guys a lot sooner than now.
Afterwards, she lay there, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes sparkling in the candelight.
Who needed those stinking romance novels anyway? Aubrey didn't think she'd ever been happier a moment in her life. Sabin Duvert Sabin, meanwhile, sighed miserably at the blank screen. His curiousity, always something quite overactive, was aflame. He wanted to know what was going on so badly. Sighing in irritation and grabbing a handful of ham cubes, he leaned back and tried to distract his mind with some of the other moniters. Boring. Boring. Boring.... hrmm... He leaned forward, trying to get a better look at Mr. Maurlias's room.... Hadn't he just gotten his second injection the other day? He looked quite uncomfortable. A redirected smile spreading over his face once again, he leaned back and watched with interest, making a mental note to bother Aubrey or Moreau later about the aftereffects.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:18 pm
Original RP
Moreau and Aubrey observe Ambrose's first change over dinner.
August 31, 2005Doctor Moreau Moreau woke up, reached with one arm for his glasses (hadn't put his contacts in yet). His other arm was wrapped around Aubrey possesively, as it had been all night. "Ahhhh... *yawn* good morning Aubrey." Moreau smiled, satisfied that he had proved his point, and satisfied in another way that he wasn't used to as well. "I believe we'll need to check on the progress of Subject 002 today..." Moreau grinned wider. "...much to do today." "I also hope that the whole thing with Mr. Carroll is done with, you have to be careful with his type." Moreau scratched Aubrey's hair lightly in some attempt to be cute in a I know better than you type way. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey floated to consciousness in the arms of Moreau. oh dear lord... it wsan't a dream. Some part of her almost wished it had been. At least then she would have know how to act.
But hearing him purr out her name in such a satisfied voice, a bit husky from the morning's hour, sent shivers down her spine.
"Morning..." she said quietly, snuggling into his chest. She took a deep breath, smelling in his scent, still not 100% convinced she wasn't still dreaming. And avoided talking directly at him. Morning breath. Ick. Thats certainly something they convienantly forget to talk abuot in romance novels. She didn't want to send the good doctor screaming out of bed at the stench of her breath. It probably wasn't even that bad, but Aubrey didn't want to take te risk.
A frown tugged at her face at the mention of the Dude. She had hoped last night she prooved her loyalty. Hopefully she would be allowed to still talk to him. He was fun. And anyway, he wasn't being serious about his flirting (was he?), and she actually caught herself having fun around him. He was just charismatic, thats all. But she didn't say anything abuot it for now, she just rubbed her head into his touch, giving a purr-like sound. Doctor Moreau Moreau looked over at the clock he had against the wall, a large grandfather clock. "I can't believe we slept so late, it's nearly evening. Aubrey, get dressed, we'll have a dinner of sorts together." Moreau smiled and kissed her lightly... he was feeling very much in the mood for Italian and to see how things had progressed on Ambrose. Thankfully... he had a large monitor in his dining area. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey smiled and returned the kiss, her mood starting to lighten as she woke up. At least he was offering her dinner now. That was a start. Somehow, Aubrey was surprised hh hadn't had just wandered off to the labs without even a word to her.
Okay, so "get dressed, we have have work to do" wasn't exacly "I love you and last night was the most wonderful experience of my life." Baby steps. Aubrey would gladly take whatever she could get.
And he did inviter her to dine with him.
So she obliged, shly (which was absurd considering what she had spent most of the night doing) gathering her clothes and dressing herself. "I'm going to go clean up, Doctor. Where shall I meet you?" Doctor Moreau "First floor... the dining room, you know it well by now. In the mood for Italian?" Moreau had a large smile as it was very odvious everything was going his way and he appeared to look rather... satisfied. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey bit her lip and gave into the urge. She threw her arms around his neck and gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. She looked so happy, it wouldn't be surprising if she broke out in song. "Italian sounds great. See you soon!"
Squeezing his hands, she rushed off towards her room for a shower and a change of clothes. Doctor Moreau As soon as Aubrey left the room. Moreau picked up his radio phone like device. He dialed a set of numbers he recongized. "How has the subject progressed." after a moment his smile grew into a maniacal grin. "Excellent! Just what I wanted to hear... yes have it streamed to the dining room. Yes, and have the cook prepare a nice italian dinner and deliver it to my dining room. Wine too of course, white. Oh, and double the guards that are patrolling the lab areas." He snapped the cell phone radio shut and it. As he began to get dressed and head downstairs. Yes tonight was going to be a good night. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey paced in front of her closet for several minutes before finally pulling out the red dress she had packed. She didn't know exactly why she had packed a dress to do to an island..?
Okay, that was a lie. She had packed a dress for an "emergency" such as this. Aubrey couldn't even remember the last time she wore a dress. Prom?
She slipped it on, looking very self-consciously in the mirror. She wondered if Moreau would ever care. I mean, would he even notice? Would he like it.. or did she just look too out of place with it on?
She dug out some rarely used hair care products and messed with her hair. SHe wasn't spending too much time, after all she didn't want to keep him waiting, but she wanted to surprise him. Or herself. She didn't really know.
Finally she suffered through the light make up and the contact. Oh god she hated trouching her eyes.
What she did for love.
Finally satisfied with her appearance, she headed off to the dining room. Why was she so nervous? Doctor Moreau Moreau was sitting in the dining room, wearing a nice blue shirt. This was probably one of the first and only times he'd ever been seen not wearing a sweater. The shirt was open a bit at the top in some attempt to be sexy as far as could be told. The wine was sitting out, with the main course dishes covered. The longish (though not obscenely) table sat with the display screen to the right of it so that either diner could see it. Moreau raised his glass as Aubrey entered "Welcome Aubrey... I hope you don't mind we will have some observing to do during dinner. Much is going on and I can't neglect all of it." he smiled his best charming smile. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey tried to look composed. She came over and nodded to Moreau. "You look nice, doctor," she managed to get out.
She took a seat and looked at the obersation screen. "Of course, doctor, can't neglect everything..." She started to sip her wine, her eyes on Moreau, not the screen. Doctor Moreau "So how are you doing this evening Aubrey?" Moreau smiled as he pulled the lid off of some seafood garlic pasta he'd had prepared. His finger twitched over a remote control he had, eager to enjoy what he knew had been recorded on the monitor but wanting to make sure Aubrey was seated and eating first. Moreau was very often a b*****d but he could not afford to loose Aubrey to that beach bum. She was the only person that he felt comfortable with, everyone else he viewed as peons or subjects. Moreau liked Aubrey, who couldn't? That is why she had been the first one he invited to the island and that is why the Dude had made him so mad. He felt upset at himself for getting so angry last night and doing something as rash as he had. Still, it had felt good, and Aubrey seemed happy. Aubrey Lockheart "I'm good, I suppose. A little, uhm... overwhelmed I guess.." she looked down at her plate. No use not being honest with him. She should be happy he was making small talk with her at all.
She moved the pasta around on her plate a bit, looking back up at Moreau and smiling at him shyly. She didn't know how much more she should say. She wondered exactly how he felt about what happened. Upon retrospect, Aubrey did worry if he acted out of mere jealousy. But she didn't want to press the matter. She always told herself she was lucky enough to even be working with him. She didn't want to compromise what she worked so hard to build.
She also wondered if was really needed for her to express how she. She had always been told her feelings were glaringly obvious.
She shook her head slightly despite herself. She was probably reading too much into this whole mess to begin with.
Doctor Moreau "Aubrey..." Moreau coughed. "I want you to know how important you are to me... I mean. "Moreau rarely found himself at a loss for words but he was honestly worried now a bit of his arrogance had somehow slipped away. He didn't like it that much. "I mean," starting over "to this project, to it's success..." "I am glad to have you here... and I feel at times that I couldn't handle all of it without you. Thank you." Moreau cleared his throat a bit more. "Now, if you'll just turn your attention to the monitor..." Aubrey Lockheart "Aubrey..." Moreau coughed. "I want you to know how important you are to me... I mean. " Oh mah gawd, girl, don't you dare start crying...."I mean," starting over "to this project, to it's success..." Aubrey couldn't help but feel a bit of dissapointment. No no no... go back to what you were saying before... "I am glad to have you here... and I feel at times that I couldn't handle all of it without you. Thank you." Aubrey felt her heart melt and resisted the urge to rush over and kiss him right then a there. This was by far the most 'warm and fuzzy' she had ever heard Moreau be..."Now, if you'll just turn your attention to the monitor..." Yes yes, the monitor.... Aubrey quickly turned face towards it, hiding her eyes from Moreau. Don't let him see you cry... Doctor Moreau A video began to play... sped up to take into account the time that was passing. It was of Ambrose's room... after a moment his first transformation began. [See Ambrose Diary pg 8] It would be disturbing to watch, but there was nothing that was gut twisting in it. Moreau watched the screen, a wild look on his face and excitement in his eyes. He moved towards Aubrey and behind her. He began to neck her as he watched the screen, very few words came from his mouth as the transformation seemed to be exciting Moreau and he was releasing that excitement on Aubrey. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey learned forward and started to watch the video. She frowned, honestly not liking to seeing people in pain. But it was facinating... and
what the hell..
Moreau had come up behind her and started to kiss at her neck and shoulders. Aubrey whimpered a bit. Does he honestly expeect me to be able to concentrate with him.... doing THAT
Aubrey tried to playfully bat him away (but not really), nuzzling back at him, doing her best to watch the screen, but quickly finding it hard to stay focused....
Dear Lord, is this actually turning you on?
.... wow, something tells me I should probably care.
...but I just don't seem to ... blaugh Doctor Moreau Moreau was in a way suprised by his own excitement. His expiriment was working his life's work was finally succeeding and this made him very very happy. The previous night with Aubrey had opened him emotionally to something that felt very comfortable, and something that gave him a way to vent this excitement. The video slowed to real time as the clock it had on it showed it current, as both of them saw Ambrose pounding on the intercom hitting the 0 button. Just as Moreau had expected, he'd already set the system to foward. Aubrey's radio phone began to make noise to alert her someone was trying to get through. "Get that love..." Moreau mumbled as he nibbled her ear. Of course he hadn't expected to be doing this to her when she recieved the call, but he just couldn't get himself to stop either. Moreau... was on top of the world. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey whined. She really didn't want to answer the phone.
Really, really really didn't...
With an overdramatic sigh, she smirked and pulled the phone from her handbag. "Hello, Doctor Lockheart speaking..." she couldn't help but giggle as she felt Moreau's tongue on her ear. She tried to pull away. How dsitracting blaugh Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose's fury was evident through his voice alone, if the image wasn't accompanying it furthering the picture. He was still in his boxers, hadn't even bothered to get dressed. This was far too pressing. "It's about ******** TIME" he snarled into the voicebox. He could feel the fur hair on the back of his neck and shoulders prickling upwards. "What in the HELL have you done to me?!" Ambrose yelled, his voice cracking. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey looked to the screen, trying to focus on the poor man instead of the gorgeous doctor trying to make out with her. Gah, not that she didn't want that, but she really felt selfish. Obviously Ambrose was a bit upset.
"Please - " she giggled again, "stop it, Doctor," she whipered, then cleared her thought. "Mister Ambrose, nice to hear from you. Nice boxers. Something the matter?" Doctor Moreau Moreau moved his lips up and his hands down. He blew softly into Aubrey's ear and whispered "No... you'll be fine. He'll be fine too..." Moreau grinned and resumed playing with Aubrey. Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose's newly sensitive hearing picked up some subtexts going on and the hair pringled even more, the snarl on his lips deepening to a downright growl. And Boxers?! How in the hell did she know he was wearing boxers? He looked around suspiciously. "Matter?! Matter!! IF you can ******** SEE me in my damned boxers then I would think you would KNOW someting was 'the matter'". His hands balled to fists. "What in the HELL did you inject me with! TELL me this isn't supposed to have happened!" Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey did her best not to moan (too loudly) into the speaker.
"Huh....? Oh, oh, I'm sorry Mr. Ambrose.. but we're not at liberty to discuss that information... if you could...oh...oH! I mean, if you could maybe come down to the main building tomorrow I'd be happy to give you a physical if you're, ahh... ah.. concerned...."
Yes... something was defiantely, er, distracting the good lady doctor. Ambrose Maurlias "Look" Ambrose said flatly. "I don't know what the hell is going on there that's more important than this. But I ******** grew hair. ALL OVER MY BODY! I think that that deserves a damend explanation!" Ambrose rarely lost control of his temper at all, and rarely swore - but he was livid. He was fully, 100% convinced that the conspiracty theories that they had been concocting not only were true, but barely scratched the surface. While Ambrose wasn't the most well versed in medicine, he knew that it couldn't result in some of the "side-effects" That he was noticing without some sort of deliberate intention. Especially the..... he loathed to label it inhis mind... the.... nub-thing. "And more than that - MUCH more." He seethed "You told me this was temporary! I want this reversed - NOW!" Doctor Moreau Moreau's hands roamed in inapproiate places even as he heard Ambrose as well. "Careful bringing him into the main building, he sounds irrational... and I do believe this was experimental. Let him know love." Moreau was never in his life the least bit brittish, but he found himself comfortable often talking like them (without an accent of course.) He kept his voice very low, he was aware that Ambrose's hearing should have been enhanced, still it was but the first stage in Ambrose's transformation, a transformation the rest of them would soon follow suit in. Oh yes, he was a genius... and Aubrey was right here with him, the only person who could pretend to be an equal of some kind. Perhaps it was good that things had turned out this way. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, wiggling under Moreau's grasp. She was indeed bright red, and did her best to hurry Ambrose off the phone - though she doubted he would be easily placated,
"look, Mister Ambrose... increased hair growth is ah,... a relatively common side effect.. it should recide once the drugs are out of your system... but we can't know for sure, MIster Amrbose. This is experiemental. This is why we DO this..."
From the sound of it, Moreau seemed to be doing it for completely, uh, different reasons. But that was besides the point. Ambrose Maurlias "Great. Wonderful" Ambrose said, his voice clipped and barely containing the fury. "But what about the ******** TAIL!" He hated to admit it - he had barely even glimpsed it himself; he didn't want to to be honest. But it made for effect in his conversation and, he hoped, would drive the point in. If she continued the oblivious act at this point, then he knew he was screwed. It was intentional. Aubrey Lockheart "A TAIL, huh? Oh MY that''s interesting..." she giggled into the phone. "did you hear that, baby? He has a tail!" she said to whoever was there with her.
"Look, Mister Ambrose, I really don''t know what to tell you. This is actually quite facinating. You''re contributing a lot to science here, you know!" Ambrose Maurlias "GYARRH!!" He loosed his frustration in an amorphous growling expletive. He just told her that he had a tail and she was FLIRTING with someone? Moreau from the sounds of it earlier. He was red in the face, and he felt the anger seething in him. He wanted to rip something to pieces, cause much PAIN to these individuals. Swallowing and taking a few breaths. Those thoughts weren't like him. Weren't like him at all. Realizing just how SCREWED of a situation he was in, and that talking wasn't doing much. "Contribution to science, eh?" The growl was back in his throat. "Bloody wonderful of you TELLING me about all of this beforehand! I have a LIFE. I can't BE like this!" Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey really didn't want to deal with Ambrose at the moment. No offence to the poor guy, but she really, really wanted to be focused on Moreau right now. "I'm sorry Mister Ambrose, but you have clearly signed papers that say these unexpected side effects may occur. Now I assure you, we're take care of you. Pay for your doctors... or sugerical hair removal if, y aknow, it comes to that. Please try to calm down, and if you feel like talking when you're more rational, okay? Sleep well, Mister Ambrose."
With that, she clicked off the radio and turned her attention fully on Moreau. "You have issues, my good doctor...." she gave him an affectionate smile. Doctor Moreau Moreau smiled as Aubrey hung up. "You did wonderful my dear..." he grinned as the table no longer became a place for dishes. All the while their backs to the screen showing Ambrose's reactions to just having been... pardon the phrase and the irony.
Royally ******** class="clear"> Doctor Moreau [Private RP posted in AIM that follows the events in the previous posts and coincides (mostly) with Ambrose and The Dude's RP on page 8 of Ambrose's Journal.]Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey did the best to catch her breath as realtity started to come back to her. She wrapped her arms around Moreau and snuggled close to him, looking over his shoulder to the screen behind him. Ambrose looked absolutely miserable. A frown pulled at her mouth. "You know I probably could have handeled that a bit better..." Doctor Moreau "It's okay love... it was bound to happen sooner or later. You realize most of them will be unable to grasp the contribution they are making to science... simple minded peons that they are. Not like you and I..." Moreau kissed Aubrey softley again. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey returned the kiss happily, running her fingers through his red hair. "I know they're making a big contribution. I just don't think they realize it yet. Still think we could be a tad more.... uh, sympathetic to their concerns is all. Me at least. You know, I have a heart and all," she teased. Doctor Moreau "Are you saying I don't? I know I have a heart where your concerned." Moreau tried not to mention it was one he really didn't REALIZE he had till last night. "Besides, I'll care for them for free for the rest of their natural lives. Thus far I've also provided them with whatever they want. No one else would make that kind of offer! I think I've done my part." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey's safe softened and she nibbled on her bottom lip happily. "Do you now? Really?" The concerned for the subjects was suddenly dropped. She was utterly enamoured with this new side of Moreau she seemed to have unlocked. It was a bit of a puzzle. Did he really just recently relized how he felt? Aubrey wasn't sure, and she felt awkard asking. But the good doctor did seem a lot more affectionate today than the night before. Not that hadn't been absolutely wonderful, but deep in her heart she feared affection for her wasn't the point he was trying to make. Doctor Moreau "Yes, I do... I got scared of loosing you to that beach bum. At first I was just angry and wanted you back but then... something happened. I don't know I wasn't planning it or expecting it." Moreau turned away a bit. "I've always been able to keep my research first... I've avoided anything like this for that reason." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey sat up and adjusted her dress. She ran a hand through her hair and watched Ambrose ideally from the screen, her legs swinging lazily off the side of the table. "He's fun, you know. And I mean, I really didn't mean to come off like.. like that. Nothing could ever make me unloyal to you. Or the project. You will always be number one in my life, Nicholas." Aubrey caught her mistake but didn't correct herself this time, watching to see what he said. She reached up to brush the hair away from his face. "I just didn't think you were interested in.. ya know.. anything more than a professional relationship I guess." Doctor Moreau "Nicholas is okay..." Moreau smiled. "I didn't think I was either. But when I saw you with him I just... got so jelous." Moreau sighed then changed the subject a bit. "I'm glad your willing to put the research where it belongs. I don't mean to come off as if I don't care" Moreau stroked Aubrey's pretty brown locks. "I do, I just, don't want to be distracted either. This is my life's work Aubrey. Aubrey Lockheart "I know, Doctor!" She nuzzled into his hand. "Its become mine, too. I mean, I just up and walked away from everything to be here. And I don't regret it." She looked back to the screen and frowned again. "I didn't know Mister Ambrose had a lover..." Doctor Moreau "Good, I don't think things can be like this between us in a professional situation. I don't know if I can work if I keep just thinking about you. We'll have to be, professionals." Moreau looked back at the screens that Aubrey was mentioning. "Hmmm, unfortunete, I mean... there is nothing that can be done now that he is here of course." Moreau was odviously a bit distracted by Aubrey. Aubrey Lockheart "I suggest..." she said teasingly, wrapping her arms around his waist. "if you want us to be professionals then next time I'm trying to have a phone conversation you don't distract me so much." She poked him in the ribs. She was obviously in a very good mood. Looking back to the screen, she shrugged. "he's young... perhaps I should do some kind of mixer or something.. .try to get some romance blossoming here. You know, Mister Ambrose and that bug lady... they are both into fencing." Doctor Moreau "Do you really think they are going to respond like that considering what is happening. You realize what has happened to Subject 02 is going to happen to the rest of them." Moreau looked a little irrate. "Those poor minded fools tchristensen81: have no idea what a great experiment they'll be taking part in." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey shurgged. "Probably not right now.. but eventually ... don't you think? I mean.. if they're going to be here their whole life?" Aubrey's smiled widen and she got a dreamy look in her eye. "Ya know, I dunno. Hey - you think one day we might be able to even tell if the gene theropy affacts the reproductive system?? Can you see it, NicK? Little babies!" Aubrey was an incurable romantic. Doctor Moreau "There should be enough human in them for it... theoretically for them to crossbreed. Then you have the dominent and recessive genes kicking in for the different species. I don't know for sure, it's very possible that it would be rare but possible." makes a mental note to not provide... protection. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey cuddled up next to Moreau. "I wonder if any of the female suject's ovum have been affected? Sperm obviously would be because males are constantly making more... Wow, I'd love to take a look at some samples. Though something tells me Mister Ambrose won't be willingly offering up a sperm sample anytime soon." She gave a distrubed expression and looked him over in the screen. The Dude was there now. She frowned again, and found herself hoping for some reason Ambrose didn't tell him about what he probably heard on the intercom. Doctor Moreau Moreau cuddled back. "Speaking of cute things, I think you'd look very cute if we put you back on your own serum. I found that... very attractive." Moreau said that close to her ear and nibbled her neck. "If you want a sample of his sperm we'll procure it. It might be interesting to put you in charge of figuring out if it's possible and how rare it would be. Of course this would be in addition to your existing workload." Moreau kept his hands wrapped tightly around her. "Of course... we should have the Dude neutered." Moreau said in a way that made it hard to tell if he was joking, or serious. Aubrey Lockheart "Oh, you thought it was cute, huh?" She nuzzled his neck. "You know I wouldn't mind. I'd do anything for you." She shrugged. "I would be interested, but maybe it would be best to wait until 100%. I think you're right about it not being an issue for at least a long while." She looked at the Dude. " You're cute when you're jeaous." Doctor Moreau "Am I? Well I certainly don't like it much. I like having you here, not being jelous. I was so angry last night it all sort of washed over me." Moreau looked a bit sad. "But that doesn't change the fact that he is a useless peice of beach trash. Atleast as part of my experiment he'll be doing the world some good." Moreau gave a stern look at the Dude on the monitor. "Of course, I guess in a way, I owe him for making me so angry..." Moreau leaned foward and gave Aubrey a passionate kiss. After a moment he broke lips with her. "Of course you realize, it'll be Dr. Moreau when we are acting professionally in front of your assistants." Aubrey Lockheart She didn't argue with him about Dude. She liked him, so she didn't push it. Moreau was stubborn, and she knew that. Aubrey rolled her eyes at Moreau's concern over his image. "Of course, Doctor Moreau. Strictly business!" Doctor Moreau "I like... business." Moreau said as he started making out with Aubrey and leading her back towards the bedroom they'd be sharing. Atleast until Moreau said otherwise he suspected.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 11:39 pm
Original RP
Post-coital Moreau and Aubrey speak with Sabin
September 01, 2005Sabin Duvert Sabin had been up at the montiers all night. Occasionally, his eyes would flick back to the blank screen # 84. Still blank. Curiousity was relaly begining to mix with worry there. Despite how interseting of a diversion Ambrose's transformation had been (VERY interesting indeed) but... after Moreau's ANGER the night before, he wondered if Aubrey was going to be a new subject on the Island ... Finally, radio-ing one of the peon lab assistants, he grabbed his coat and headed to the high-security elevater which opened soundlessly for him. "The Mansion" Sabin said simply, as it began to lift Doctor Moreau Moreau laid in bed beside Aubrey, his arm behind her head. He was comfortable but his lack of work the last couple of days was starting to bother him. Still, he had developed many initial serums and wasn't exactly as busy as he had been previously. Moreau saw a screen in his room turn on along with a light. He saw on the screen Sabin in the elevator comming to the mansion. "Aubrey," he said "put on your clothes we have company." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey pouted and glared at the screen. "Yes, sir," she said, kissing him quickly before finding her discarded dress. She slipped it on, then went into his bathroom to try and tame her hair at least to not make it TOO obvious what had been going on. Sabin Duvert The door slid open and Sabin stepped out into the expansive hardwood floor, looking around - looking, listening and sniffing for any sign of a sign of a struggle: be it a broken vase, raised voices, or blood. However, none of these were readily apparent, of course there were maids.... "Helloo..." He called out, his voice echoing down the corridors. Doctor Moreau Moreau walked out of the room upstairs and looked down at Sabin who just arrived in the room. The long staircase that went up to the second floor where Moreau's bedroom. The staircase itself was lined with velvet. He was wearing a white sweater and looked rather... relaxed. "Hello Sabin, what can I do for you?" Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey followed the doctor out, staying a few steps behind, however. She was wearing a slightly crumbled looking red formal dress, yet her hair was pulled hastily back in a ponytial. She was also not wearing her glasses, and, though it was obvious she was trying to hide it, she had an enormous grin plastered on her face. Sabin Duvert Sabin's eyebrows crawled up into his hairline as he saw them. The doctor's cool demeanor and Aubrey's hardly-contained giddiness... Apparently, what had happened last night was NOT at all what Sabin had expected. "Well.... I ... hrrmm" Sabin began eloquently. Shaking his head and chuckling he started over. "And here I thought you were upset" He grinned at Moreau and winked at him. "You sly devil." Doctor Moreau "Upset? Sabin I have complete control of myself at all times, you know that." Moreau was not willing to look bad in front of Aubrey or even admit to Sabin atleast how angry he'd been. He pulled out his pipe and lit it and put his arm around Aubrey and began to lead her downstairs. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey looked a bit surprised at Moreau's open display of affection (he was under the impression Moreau wanted to keep t heir relationship a secret), but didn't object. She took a hold of the Doctor's arm and flashed Sabin a very smug and self satisfied look. Sabin Duvert Sabin quirked an eyebrow. In charge at all points in time. The doctor certainly would like to think that about himself, Sabin smirked internally. "If you say so..." Sabin said skeptically.... glancing between the two of them. What precisly had happened to turn things around so quickly? Aubrey was certainly happy, and if he could read the context clues half as well as they seemed to be blaring, she had good right to. "So..." Sabin started, then grinned, deciding he didn't care and was more interested in what precisely they'd say than perhaps stirring annoyance "What exactly did I miss here? Last I knew you were ready to skin yourself a beach bum" Doctor Moreau Moreau shot Sabin a very disapproving glare. Sabin was pushing too hard and frankely Moreau was not in the mood to justify himself to Sabin. He had respect for Sabin for teaching at Harvard. But Sabin did not have a medical or scientific degree there, he was not top of his class like Moreau and Aubrey. He was not... of their level. After a moment he cleared his throat and spoke "Lets just say, I handled the situation." He scritched behind Aubrey's ears as they got downstairs. "Now if your done interrigating your supervisors, would you care for some Tea Sabin?" Moreau gestered to the large living room area with the velvet chairs and couches. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey gave her purr like sound and smiled at Moreau in utter and complete adoration. She didnt' take her eyes off him, but there was definately a bounce in her step. She seemed more confident than usual, or maybe it was the red dress that gave her a more seductive appeal than her usual casual, laid-back persona. Or maybe it was just the afterglow. Whatever the reason, Aubrey didn't say a word but it still somehow seemed like she was ready to go marathoning down the streets singing or something. Sabin Duvert Sabin smacked his lips and had to remind himself that here he WAS technically below them on the whole "chain of command" thing - at least as far as they were concerned, despite his "older and wiser"-ness. But whatever, he would allow Moreau that illusion of control if it was that important. Sabin was fully confident in his capabilities. But he honestly didn't want to ruffle any feathers - the work here was too interesting. "Tea sounds wonderful" he smiled, almost overly ingratiatingly. "And I'm glad that you two" He cleared his throat with a knowing smile "worked out your frustrations." Doctor Moreau Sabin's smug attitude about the situation was bothering Moreau very distinctly. He wasn't giving Aubrey or him their proper respect. Despite Sabin's attempt to not ruffle any feathers he was very quickly putting himself on Moreau's bad side as well. "What was resolved or what wasn't isn't really your concern Mr. Duvert. Now about that Tea..." Moreau sat down on the large couch, pulling Aubrey with him. He pushed an intercom. "Tea, and... hmmm Strawberries with cream. Now." then he pulled his finger off of it. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey went down on the couch with Moreau. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Sabin," she said politely. Sabin Duvert Sabin nodded and huffed. Well he wasn't having much of a sense of humor at all apparently. Shrugging he took a seat as well. "Well, I had thought that I might come up and check on you guys. It doesn't usually go for that long without hearing hide nor hair from both of you. Especially with such interesting.... events going on in the village." He nodded to Aubrey, giving her a more genuine smile. Doctor Moreau "I'm well aware of what has been happening in the village, and am very able to keep tabs on it on my own." Moreau smirked and then without a degree of sincerity finished his statement. "But thank you for your concern Mr. Duvert." Sabin was grating on Moreau, but despite how upset he was he found some strange comfort laying their with Aubrey. In truth, much of his aggitation might have been having his time with Aubrey interupted, he honestly didn't even know himself. He felt, different like this with Aubrey... it was an odd feeling for a man that normally kept his emotions to himself. He felt more emotional, more prone to love or to anger. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey sighed. "I really feel about what happened earlier, Doctor. Do you think I could go talk to Mister Ambrose? I mean... there's no reason we have to be... insensitive." She put a hand on his knee. "I could talk to him, maybe get some personal observations. After all.. I know we could handle it and all, but there's no reason we need to start a riot if we can keep things placid." Sabin Duvert Sabin felt the heat from Moreau's glare, and nodded cordially with a small smile. He was about to be even more indignant when Moreau at least did thank him for his concern. "Yes, well, you rather literally left the rest of us in the dark" He gave a small smile, attempting to pass that off as a bit of a joke. "And I knew that you would probably be rather upset if you had missed such a landmark event. Our first successful case!" The smile broadened. Sabin looked over to Aubrey and his brow furrowed. "what happened?" Doctor Moreau "I don't know Aubrey, I couldn't bear it if you got hurt and I'm afraid that these ruffians would be violent about the situation. I insist you atleast speak to him from the other side of the gate or take guards with you. Also do not forget the sleep command I have imputted into their chips." Moreau stroked Aubrey's hair softley already moving closer to her. Turning back to Sabin. "Yes, it was a wonderful success. Moreau's mood brightened as just the thought of it had him lightly necking Aubrey. Of course, we had another today... that odd Indian." Moreau smiled, it had been a very busy weekend in many many ways. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey smiled and blushed a bit at his public display of affection. Not that she wasn't drinking it up. "Mister Ambrose seems to sensible, though. I'm sure I'll be fine. But I'll bring a gaurd if it would make you feel better. Please?" Sabin Duvert Sabin scratched the back of his head, not 100% abreast on the developments. He had seen Pyroth's transformation as well, and wondered how the "inmates" would be taking to the changes... "What did I miss...?" Sabin queried, wondering where the proferred tea had wandered off to. Doctor Moreau Almost on que with Sabin's thought a servant walked in the room. He nodded to Moreau only and set down a tray with tea and the strawberries and cream. Moreau nodded back approvingly and took one of the strawberries and dipped it. The servant went about serving the tea after that. Moreau took the dipped strawberry and put it to Aubrey's mouth. He had never known he could be this... romantic. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey bit into the strawberry, looking a bit self-consciously to Sabin. But she smiled to Moreau, thankful. She snuggled a little closer. "So may I? After tea?" Sabin Duvert Sabin reached for his cup and took a deep sip out of it before pausing, taking one of the stir spoons, loading it with the whipped cream and putting a big glop of it on top of the tea, and then continuing, soon earning himself a white mustache to match his hair. If he noticed, he didn't seem to care. He was rather surpised at just how openly romantic the Doctor was being however, and somewhere, a part of him growled in jealousy, chiming in with a pain from a wound that still felt raw, even years later. "So...?" Sabin prompted again, hoping that he wouldn't be ignored again in favor of snuggling and flirting. Doctor Moreau "I cannot say I'm comfortable with it, if you insist I'll be watching and listening on the monitors. If he acts up he won't be waking up for a week." Moreau looked smug in his decision. Moreau watched Sabin, looking a little upset that he had taken some of the cream. Moreau felt it was perfectly clear that the strawberries and cream were for he and Aubrey, not for their guest. "Yes... so... let's finish this up so we can all get back to work." he turned back to Aubrey and nipped her ear. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey smiled at Moreau and began to sip on her tea. "Thank you, Doctor," she said. "It really would make me feel better. I have all confidence in Mister Ambrose that he will behave himself!" Sabin Duvert Sabin sighed, being blatantly ignored a second time in preference for him focusing on Aubrey. Not that there was anything particularly wrong with Aubrey, but he had thought that Moreau was here for his project, not to get laid. Hoping that Aubrey would have at least more coherence, he turned to her "What precisely happened earlier? You spoke with Ambrose previously? Why were you upset about it?" Doctor Moreau Moreau looked to Sabin, annoyed the he had apparently been bypassed with this question. "I'm sure you can guess that Mr. Maurlias was rather... upset about the situation." Moreau decided he should let Aubrey continue this, his head really wasn't where it was supposed to be. He was worried about this, but he wasn't going to deny how good he felt about this, atleast for now. Aubrey Lockheart "Oh, well he was rather upset. He called me to help and.. " she involuntarily blushed, "I was distracted so I wasn't very, erm, sympathetic. I feel bad about that." Sabin Duvert "I see" Sabin murmured, sipping his tea. A part of him sympathized with the young man, and another part of him was ever so morbidly fascianted in seeing what was happening to him. "Well...." he pondered the situation. "I suppose a... negative reaction is almost given for a normal individual to be faced with such a life-changing situation. Especially if so much hangs in the unknown for him at this point." His French accent was rather thicker with the more tense nature the conversation had turned to - and sabin's annoyed-ness at being spoken down to AND ignored for so long. Doctor Moreau "Yes it's expected, they're selfish instead of realizing how increadible and previously impossible this all is." Moreau finished his tea. "Well, I need to get back to the lab..." he gave Aubrey a light but sensual kiss. "I believe it's time for us all to take our leave." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey smiled back at Moreau. "See you later, Doctor." She squeezed his hands affectionately and then got up. "Thank you, Mister Sabin. I'll speak with you later." Blowing a kiss back to Moreau she headed out towards her room to change. Sabin Duvert Sabin nodded, keeping his mouth closed before it did him any more damage for the moment. Finishing off the last of his tea and thick cream, he waved and headed back downstairs to his dorm to get some well-needed rest before affixing himself to the video cameras to watch for more "changes".
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 11:47 pm
The Proposal
Emelyn & Lauren are asked to join The Dark Side.
Pages 6-9
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 11:51 pm
Original RP
The Dude comes for his second injection
September 04, 2005 In the past 24 hours the Dude had been doing a lot of soul searching. He didn't go back to the duplex once he left it with Ambrose and Cassidy. Instead, after eating, he grabbed a certain plastic baggie and headed for the Cliffs. There, he had spend the rest of the day and the entire night, thinking. There was a lot to think about.
Heavy s**t - meaning of life and what one should do with that. And Moreau. And his own less then bright future. The value of freedom. What freedom truly meant. But the bottom line of all this soul searching was the following: "If I am going down, I not gonna go down liek a coward."
And with that thought in mind he walked up to the gates of the Feral Labs and pushed the buzzer: "Hey doctor, I'm here to get my vitamins" - he waved at the security camera. Oh legs, don't fail me now ...He was forced to wait for a few minutes, as the gaurds on the other side didn't move, but just glared him down emotionlessly. Finally, a rather flustered looking Aubrey was seen coming out of the main gates. She instinctly ran a hand through her hair and straighted her skirt as stepped out the doors. Putting on a friendly smile and gave the vocal command to open the gate.
"Dude!" She said, looking happy to see him. She met him at the gates, holding out to shake her hand. "Hows the bite? Are you okay?" She seemed nervous about something, but still genuinely happy to see him."Hey. Aubrey" - he replied, looking straight at her, but not taking his hands out of the pockets of his swimming trunks. "The bite's fine."
"I'm here to get the second shot, Aubrey. You know, for the study?" - he explained the visit. "Can you call the doctor?" That's it, be calm, Dude, you can do it. You've been screwed over before so many times, no reason why this new twist in your life could have been different ...Aubrey looks surprised at his straightforwardness, and lowered her hand with a frown when he didn't take hers. "I, uh, I mean, I can give you the shot. Don't worry about the doctor. You, ah... you okay? I saw - I mean... you've spoken to Mister Ambrose? Have you?"The Dude looked at her a bit odd: "Why do YOU care if I am okey. You should go ask Cassidy if she is okey. You took her family away from her. Or Greer. You took away her dreams. Or Ambrose. You took his love away. I never actually had any of those things to begin with, so yeah, I guess I am peachy. THEY are not."Aubrey stopped mid step, looking like she had been punched in the stomach. "I... I... " She looked like she was about to a cry for a second, but then she stomped her foot on the ground. "Now look here, you! You have no right to say that!! I... I have a family. And dreams. And love! Where do you get off talking to me like that? I'm just trying to be your friend here! You don't understand whats going on here, MISTER Carroll!" She was steamed, but looked far more hurt than angry. The Dude, shrugged, the cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth: "That's nice that you have dreams and family and love. And I am glad that you are trying to be my friend. Really, it's much better to be turned into an animal by somebody you know and like. Can you, as a friend, get Cassidy off this island, then? Because last time I saw her she was crying her eyes out. I am a bit worried about her emotional health in this heat, you know?" - he sounded calm and friendly enough. He was not trying to hurt Aubrey, he was just speaking the truth. Telling Aubrey she was a lunatic b***h REALLY wasn't gonna accomplish anything.Aubrey looked guilty as she bit down on her bottom lip. "Its too late... she, she's already had the first injection...""Ah. What are you gonna tell her parents, by the way? She is worried sick about them. So is Ambrose. I'm just curious. I mean, I am lost at sea, that is what my old folks gonna put on my tombstone. What about Greer and Cassidy? Are they lost in the Bermuda Triangle, too?" "I... I don't know.." she said, staring ahead dumbly and starting back up to the facility. "Thats not my job." She opened the door to the lab and looked to the Dude, waiting. "Can't you find out? It would give them a kind of morbid peace of mind, to know how they died?" - he said, walking into the marble lobby. It was cold in here, colder then he remembered from before. The expensive carpet, the potted plants, the magazines scattered on the waiting table gave it all a strange sense of normalcy. Which only made the dark reality seem more demented.Aubrey didn't know what to say. The scarey reality was that there was a department of Feral Lab's PR division whose whole job was dealing with this kind of thing. Cassidy was susposed to be here on a job, so the occasional letter would be sent out. Greer also made the research team, so it would be normal to not make contact for months. And Amborse, well, they had papers already ready to "proove" his safe arrival back home. They were not responsible for a young man with pockets full of money after he left the helicopter, so they would just please ignorance to his current whereabouts. But Aubrey didn't think brining this up would be a good idea to the Dude. "I'll see what I can do," she mumbled, ushering the Dude into the elevator.
The first part of the elevator ride was painfully silent. "You probably think I'm a monster," she finally blurted out, staring at the floor."Thanks, Aubrey." - he followed her into the elevator, the cigarette in his mouth smoldering slowly. "No, I think you are an angel of mercy, Aubrey. Seriously. What do you expect us all to think? We have been assigned the role of human guinea pigs. Admittedly, living on a tropical island is pretty nice, but it only goes so far when you find out you can never leave." - he shrugged, as the elevator sped upwards. "By the way, what exactly are we gonna turn into?" - he finally dared to ask. The courage was beginning to dwindle and you could hear it in his voice."I can understand your frustration..." she seethed as the elevator opened. "But seriously - if you could really see -truely see- the vision we have. Its ... its amazing. You would be proud to be here. History books... you're all going to be in them one day..."
She led him out in the lab, gently plucking the cigarette from his mouth and snuffing it before throwing it away. "In the meantime, we're doing everything we can to make the transition as pleasurable as possible. We're here to take care of you."
Aubrey spun around. "Really, I'm here for you guys. To talk, to whatever. I do want to be your friends. Help you through this. But that will only work if you guys can accept the sacrifice!"
She pulled his file from the cabinet and began to prepare the serum. "And I'll tell you, but only if you really want to know...""We have no choice but be grateful to you till the rest of our lives, Aubrey." - he answered, then saw the room in front of him. The Dude swallowed hard. The gleaming whiteness of it all made the hair on his back stand. As Aubrey began fussing with the serum he realized that he was not able to move even an inch further. And so he stood there, hands in the pockets of his trunks, slowly turning ashen grey.Aubrey once again looked like she was about to cry. "I don't appreciate your sarcasm."
She stood in the center of the room, one hand on her hip and the other holding a rather dreadful looking injection. "Well?" she flipped. "I thought you were ready for this." -.-"You don't have to be cruel about it, hon." - the Dude said quietly, eyeing the needle grimly. There gotta be something left inside hie heart, something to make him walk up to this cute, fresh faced girl who held his destiny in her small hands.
"Can you tell me first what I am gonna be?" - he asked, his blue eyes wide like a child's. There was pain on the end of that needle, Ambrose told him. And who knows what else. Aubrey sighed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just... I'm just frustrated. And sad. I.. .I didn't see things going the way they have in my head."
She looked down at the file and almost dropped the needle. To be honest, he hadn't even known what he was injected with. Obviously this was Moreau's sense of humor. "California Sea Lion," she mumbled. A suddent vision of a fat friendly looking sea lion sunning with a join and a beer bottle flashed in her mind and she did her best not to laugh. Laughing was bad...she learned that with Ambrose.
She coughed at looked back up at him. "I... I didn't chose it," she said.A sea lion. That made him feel a little bit better. He liked sea lions. he'd much rather be a sea lion, then a rabbit or a dog or a monkey. He could dive as much as he wanted, he could live in the warm water of the Atlantic. In a way, that was all he ever wanted form his life.
Finally having the courage he walked up to Aubrey and smiled at her: "That's okey, hon. I like that choice." With that he rolled up the sleeve of his t-shirt and nodded: "Do your job, Dr. Lockheart."Aubrey took a deep breath and wiped a spot on his arm with alcohol. She lifted the injection.... but hesitated. Her eyes welled up and her vision got blurry. Cursing silently under her breath, the tried to blink them away. All the things Ambrose and now Sean had been telling her... why were they getting to her? She was prepared for this. READY for this... right?
She took another breath. But the needle didn't go in.The Dude was looking away at the moment, because he really wasn't fond of needles, especially the kind that spelled pain in the next 48 hours. But when he didn't feel the p***k he turned around to look ... and found Aubrey just standing there, syringe in her hand, pale.
He didn't say anything, just looked at her with a mixture of pain and pity. So the girl wasn't as rotten as he thought. There seemed to be a spark or two of mercy left in her. Or was it guilt? There was nothing in his face though that would make Aubrey think that he encouraged her to stab him already. The Dude was not going to give her that forgiveness quite yet. Maybe never. Aubrey had chosen her cross herself, in the name of her love. And it was hers to carry.Aubrey looked away when the Dude made eye contact with her, and she pressed the needle in. The shot itself pinched, and a tingling sensation would shoot up through the Dude's arm.
Aubrey pulled the needle out and stepped away, not saying anything. She threw the needle away in the biohazard basket and began to put away his file, doing her best to swipe away a tear in a way the cameras wouldn't pick up. At least she knew where they were.The Dude was starring at the poke mark in his arm, then he stretched it out and formed the hand into a fist: "I have a question, Aubrey. How come none of the assistants and students that Dr. Moreau is abound to have volunteered for this experiment? If it is truly revolutionary - why aren't they lining up to be injected and sacrifice themselves in the name of science? Isn't it, like, their calling? Don't they want to be in the text books?"Aubrey shrugged, trying to compose herself. "We're not without our own experiments." She turned back to him, rolling up her sleeve and showing him a very faint needle mark. "Its a different serum, but just as experimental."
She frowned. Moreau demanded loyalty, that was for sure. "And there's his lovely cousin. She's also taking the serum. We're convinced it will bring her hearing back."The Dude quirked an eyebrow: "So Madison knew? She knew about the study and that we were turning into beasts?" - he asked calmly, folding down his t-shirt's sleeve. The poison was now pulsing thru his veins. It wouldn't be long now. He passively wondered what sea lion features he would sprout first. Aubrey nodded. "Her hearing loss was devasting to her. She was willing to do anything to get it back.""Ah." - grunted the Dude, because he really had very little to say about that subject now. He would have to ruminate on it and what he thought about little redhead psychologist in general. There was a silence as he gathered his thoughts. Finally, he reached into his pocket and gave Aubrey a carefully folded paper, on which in pencil there was a long list of things.
The Dude explained: "So this is what I think will be the bare necessities for you all to get, if you are gonna take care of us. I haven't really consulted with the other subjects yet, so I am sure the list will grow."
I t was a rather expansive list that included things like TV+Playstation, a long list of books, a hammock for some reason, movies, DVD player etc. etc.
I t was a rather expansive list that included things like TV+Playstation, a long list of books, a hammock for some reason, movies, DVD player etc. etc.
The Dude had clearly spent a lot of time coming up with everything he could POSSIBLY need for the rest of his life. To his credit, he didn't put radio or phone on it, but he WAS requesting current newspapers. And Playboy magazines.Aubrey opened the list and looked it over. "I... I don't think any of this will really be a problem, Sean." Sean. That was her compromise between Dude (which Moreau hated) and Mr. Carroll. "We... we want you guys to be an comfortable as possible."
She read down the list, nodding. "Of course this might not all come at once..."
More reading. "I'll have to ask the Doctor.. of course, but I don't think anything here should be a problem. Cept, uh... shouldn't there be Playgirls to match the Playboys?" She actually smiled, and winked at him."As I said, I didn't consult with the rest of the subjects" - the Dude shrugged. "I'm sure if you ask Cassidy, she'll tell you what she'd like. I was also wondering that the $5000 that you so kindly promised me at the end of this study be transferred over to my old folks back home. Since I kinda can't take care of them, it'd be a nice help. I wrote down the address for you here" - he said, pulling out another sheet of neatly folded paper from his pocket.
"And finally. can you give me some pain killers? Ambrose had a rough night after you injected him. I am not sure what I am gonna sprout first, but some morphine might help."Aubrey frowned and went back to looking sullen as her attempt at humor fell flat. Whatever.
"I'll talk to Moreau about the money, but its not my decision," she said honestly. "As for the pain, I'll have sent whatever we can give you down the Town Center right away for you.""I signed a contract, Aubrey. I might not have read the fine print, and I really didn't expect that it'd take all my life. But I did sign a contract. You OWE me that $5000. All I am asking that you send it my parents. I don't care under what name." - he insisted
"And thanks" - he added after a momentAubrey sighed in frustration. "I said I'll talk to the Doctor. I don't run the things around here, Sean." She tried not to sound too harsh, but while she was second in command, she was NOT about to undermime the doctor's orders. "Really, I promise I will try. Okay? I'm sure there won't be a problem...""Don't call me Sean, hon. I'm the Dude. Sean Carroll has been lost at sea." - with that he stood up, put his hands into his pockets again and headed for the elevator. Half way he stopped and turned around: "But seriously, can't you guys find WILLING people for this study of yours? I just can't believe there aren't some tree hugging yahoos around there that would worship you if you turned them into cats and foxes and what not. I once saw a documentary on a guy who tatooed scales all over his body, cut his tongue in two, just so that he could be known as Snake Boy. What really makes me sad here is that I can't believe that you had to trick us, if you could have just found volunteers. Maybe your genius doctor could give that possibility a thought? Because, judging by the number of unoccupied duplexes, this study still needs more sacrifices."Aubrey opened her mouth to talk about the importance of random studies, and the fact that most subjects needed to be in relatively good health - but she didn't bother. She just pulled out her radio-phone and punched in a number code. The elevator door opened. "You're free to leave, Dude," she said flatly, feeling really down on herself. Her conscious was wearing on her, and she hated being, well, hated. Especially by him. Though she would never admit that. "Be seeing you, Dr. Lockheart. And thanks for the medical care!" - the Dude waved and walked into the elevator, pulling a cigarette out of the box in his pocket as he walked. A sea lion, huh? he hated to admitt it, but he was kinda excited about the possibility. Ah, s**t, being brave does so pay off.
Feeling pretty fly about himself, the Dude walked out of the lobby and down the sandy road leading to the Village.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 11:54 pm
Original RP
Moreau and Aubrey talk afterwards
September 04, 2005Aubrey sighed heavily after she watched the dude go. Get a hold of yourself, she thought. You know he's watching. She stuffed the files away and headed into the restroom where she washed her face off with cold water. Composing herself, she headed back up into the lab where she had left the doctor to attend to Mister Carroll.Moreau was waiting for Aubrey, he had been watching everything and he looked, honestly a bit sad himself. Her interactions with The Dude had left her shaken he could tell and he didn't want to drive her away. "Aubrey..." he nodded and said. An attempt to be sypmathetic on his face as he opened his arms to her.Aubrey tried to look nonchalant at first, but she couldn't help herself. She sighed and walked over to him, leaning her head on his chest, needing to be close to him.Moreau softley stroked her hair. "I'm sorry he upset you so love. Maybe I should have handled it, I didn't intend to for you to be hurt by all this." Moreau sighed. "I don't know where I'd be without you.""No...no its my fault. I.. I shouldn't have fooled myself into believing they would understand. I guess. . . I guess I just overestimated them." She attempted to give a reassuring smile to Moreau, but the hurt was still in her eyes."You may have, but the position we are in is a bit... difficult. I myself have had to think on all of this." Moreau rubbed her head. "But we are doing something ground breaking, that is possible because of my genius, and yours. I'd honestly like you to look over some of my research, see if maybe we can minimize some of the more... unpleasent effects." Moreau honestly didn't really feel this was required, they were sporadic effects and over fairly breifly but he knew asking this would make Aubrey feel better.Aubrey smiled and nodded. "Its a shame there is any pain at all. I know thats not your concern, Doctor.." she ran her nails over his cheek, watching his eyes. She had to be doing the right thing. This is everything she ever wanted... and more."I don't intentionally cause them pain, and I do attempt to do everything I can to make them comfortable. All of Mr. Carroll's requests will be met."
Moreau looked into her eyes. "I don't... want to be the bad guy here. Atleast I know I can depend on you." "Of course you can, Doctor. Always!" She smiled at him, then opened her mouth to say something, then closed it quickly. She didn't know if she was ready for that. Scratch that. She didn't know if he was ready. Instead she just nuzzled into his chest, pulling him into a hug.Moreau hugged Aubrey, lightly twirling her hair around his finger. "Is there anything you would like tonight love?" Moreau's voice got a bit deeper "Anything."Aubrey swallowed and turned a deep shade of burgandy, making her freckles stand out even more on her face. She just shook her head, though, not knowing what to ask...not that she would have the guts to do so even if she did. Flustered, she just buries her head back in her chest. She probably looked quite comical, as it was obvious, despite her innocent exterior, she was probably thinking some pretty naughty thoughtsMoreau had grown to be VERY good at reading people, he looked at her again, bringing her face up to meet his, and his lips up to her face. "Feel free to ask, you've been such a helpful to me, and done what I've asked." he smiled. "You know what I can and can't give you... I know you must want something from me."Aubrey got lost in his eyes for a moment. "I... I just want you," she said, honestly. "I love you..." There. She said it. ohmagod.Moreau felt a bit shocked internally, he was not sure that he was completely ready for her to say that. Of course, he did care about Aubrey and it was only natural that she should love him. "Of course you do..." almost came out. But no, that was not what would keep her with him. He wasn't sure he knew what love felt like, this was the closest he'd ever felt to another human being though.
Aubrey brought a feeling out that only previously suceeding at his own expeirements did he guessed it was love. So with minimal hesitation he said, "I want you as well Aubrey... I love you too." Aubrey blinked, not really expecting him to say it back. She smiled, but it faded quickly and she averted her eyes a second. She wasn't totally ignorant to Moreau and how he worked. She couldn't always peg him exactly, but she usually could tell what to expect. "You know... you don't have to say that," she said, concern on her face. "I mean, I would understand. You.. I don't know.. you don't have to say it just to get me to, you know." She blushed and hid her face in his chest again. "I'm sorry... that probably sound horrible of me. But I'm just being honest. I'm not going anywhere." not that I would have anywhere TO go."Aubrey, I am being honest with you. Not that I think I'd deal well with loosing you. Your my intellectial counterpart, my..." Moreau wasn't sure he believed in these. "...soulmate."
"I'm serious when I say I love you, don't doubt me." Moreau kissed her softley. Aubrey's breath just seemed to get caught in her throat, her heart and hopefullness finally getting the better of more logical side. She couldn't help it. The tears that had been threatening to fall all night finally made their way the surface and started to spill over her cheeks as he kissed her. She kissed him back with fervor, tangling her hands in his red hair, and when they finally parted she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing out the two days worth of frustrations and doubts she'd been having.Moreau patted Aubrey's back, not looking at her with the bit of frustration he had. He cared for her but sometimes, it could be such a pain. After a moment he composed himself "Just... get it out my love. I'm here for you."Aubrey cried for.. well, for Moreau it probably seemed like eternity. But at least she was warm and hugable, yes? She finally pulled away, wiping the tears away from her face, looking more than a tad embarassed.Moreau moved his hand foward to wipe the last of her tears away. "Feeling better now love?"
He kissed her forehead softly as he asked this, thank god for the movies that had taught him how to be sensative."I'm sorry." She smiled at him, "I just... this isn't as easy as I expected it to me.""Shhh... I know... come on, lets just get some rest. Lets go to our bed." Moreau lead her towards the elevator and towards their bedroom.Aubrey gave a thankful smile, taking his hand and following him upstairs. She learned into him the whole way there. She was feeling much more in the mood to just snuggle, but of course wouldn't say anything otherwise. When it came down to it, giving the doctor anything he wanted was what Aubrey seemed to do best.Moreau, not being the best at reading this side, and hoping that it would honestly be a comfort to her. Took her, but took her gentley, softly, and romantically. She never gave any indication of otherwise, but he was as sweet as he could pull off.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 8:28 am
Original RP
Ambrose makes a plea to Aubrey's conscience
September 02, 2005Aubrey looked guilty at him. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "I know you must be scared, Mister Ambrose. And I feel horrible with how I reacted ealier. Please understand it... it wasn't you. I mean, it wasn't personal. I can't really, ah, explain what was happening but please I assure you, I feel so bad about that. I know you must be scared.. I'm really sorry.'
She took off her hat and fiddled with it. "I... I don't really know how much I can, Mister Ambrose. But I assure you, you're contributing so much to science! To genetics... to everything. Mister Ambrose, please try to understand that."Ambrose's brow furrowed at her explanation. What could have distracted her THAT much.. IF she was telling the truth that is....
Ambrose shook his head quickly. "Contributing to science?!" He asked incredulously. "I signed up for a two week medical study. You PROMISED me that whatever it was would be out of my system by the end of the two weeks; that it wouldn't keep me from competing in fencing. I ... I don't even know what's happening to me. I don't frankly care about contributing to science - to genetics...." He swallowed as the genetics story was confirmed. "So... so this is all... in my blood now? You can undo it, though, right? Still send me home in a couple of days....? I... I want to see my girlfriend, Doctor, I was training to go to the Olympics..."Aubrey paced a bit. It was much easier to discuss the subjects when they were there infront of her. "Technically, if you read your contract... its says two weeks is the preferable window, Mister Ambrose, but we never promised you anything."His jaw dropped. "But.... how could this have ever been two weeks if it's genetic alteration?? And ... I mean.... when DO I get to go home? And you ARE going to undo this, right? You're done - you got your damnable results!"Aubrey sighed. "Actually you still have at least two more injections to go before you would be considered 'done'... " she said softly, wincing."what...?!" His voice squeaked. Two more injections?? "you mean.... you mean this gets worse?? What.... what are you doing to me??" He looked like he was fighting hard not to cry. Really hard."We're testing how to splice living animal DNA with living human DNA." she blurted out. "To see how if affects the human body, enhances it.. and it also makes the cels much more easy to manipulate - theoretically we could cure diseases this way..."His world seemed to fall away from him and he had to put a hand on the bed to steady himself. "Animal DNA..?" he echoed. He looked back down to his furry arms, the claws, and could feel that nub pressing hard against his rear, trying to tuck, he shuddered, realizing.
"N... no! No! Get me out of this! I have a life! I quit!" His eyes were wide with fear. This couldn't be real - this was like some sort of science fiction book that Angelina would have presed on him, and he would have pretended not to like. "If you want to experiment, experiment with animals - this.... this can't be legal!" "Anything is legal if you have enough money, Mister Maurlias," she said. It was a sad truth. "Anyway, you can't really tellt he effects on humans without using humans."
She looked away from him. "And you can't quit. I'm sorry."'He shook his head, firmly in denial. This couldn't happen to him.... this couldn't happen to him... he had tried so damned hard to make something of his life - to make his parents proud of him, to be the man that he had striven to be all of his life. How could he do this like that. He swallowed. Hard. "Why not...? This was a voluntary study, right? You're holding me here against my will - that's wrong - worse - you're stripping me of my very humanity?? - turning me... turning me into some sort of animal!?""We're pretty sure you'll maintain your human intelligence!" She said quickly.
"But... but we can't just let you go. All this is work is strictly confidential.""Pretty sure!? Pretty sure isn't quite good enough! and... what do you mean? Can't let me go ever???" His eyes were saucers. "Dear lord I'll sign whatever you want if you let me go - I won't say a word to anyone. How would you feel if you went to some doctor for a vaccination and they told you you could never leave - and that while you were there you might as well be a toaster or something?!"
He shooks his head, his arms wrapping around him. Some little inane voice in the back of his head told him that perhaps he didn't really want to hear the real truth. "I'm sorry, Mister Ambrose. Really," Aubrey had a hard time looking him in the eyes. "But I don't know if... I mean.. we can't take the risk. Not with the DNA in your system. Not knowing what you know..."He shook his head violently "Then get the damned DNA OUT of my system! Look, Aubrey.... you like that Doctor don't you..." he remembered hearing the voices over the intercom "I have someone back home that means ever so much to me...." he grabbed the portrait from the desk, holding it to his chest, the image facing outwards towards aubrey - the happy couple looking Aubrey in the eyes. "She means the world to me, Aubrey. I know you must know how that feels. And your research - to me, that is my fencing. I want to prove to myself and to my family that I can succeed at what I set out to do since I was a boy. Science isn't my dream, that's yours. Fencing is mine. And Angelna."Aubrey stood there, opening and closing her mouth several times. "She's lovely..." she whipered. "But I don't know what I can tell you..."
There was abosutely no way Ambrose loved this woman as much as she loved Moreau. At least thats what she had to tell herself.
She looked away. "We will do everything we can to make your life here as ... as pleasurable as possible, Mr. Ambrose. Please try to see the bigger picture..." she knew it sounded lame, but she was scraping for reponses here.Ambrose shook his head. As much as he was tring to keep the tears back, to be a man, his resolve was slipping - both due to exhaustion and the true font of emotion welling up within him.
"I love her..." He whispered with conviction. "Please don't make me sacrifice that, the woman who I changed my life for, the career that I left my parents for... my life.... for an experiment. I didn't want this...."You... you should have read the fine print," is all Aubrey could manage to stutter out. "I suggest you start to adject. Please... what's done is done. I can't fix that. That life is gone, Mister Ambrose. This is your life now... your home."The physical features had dropped to the back of his mind now that he was facing the issue of being stuck here.... pernamently. This was a two week excursion, a way to get money to do the thing that meant the world to him - to shape the life that he and Angelina had wanted.
"But you could at least stop it where it is, right? I could get hair removal, crop my ears.... dentists.... surgery.... I could live a normal life if it stopped here.... Please....""But the DNA in your blood is... is highly unstable right now. Cancer, death... so much could go wrong if we just.. left it how it is. This isn't a process you can just leave, Mister Ambrose..."The words were like lead weights. "No.." he said numbly. "But.... can't it be reversed? Now? When it's over? Ever?""I honestly don't know if Doctor ever plans on working on a reversal process or not..." she failed to mention that even if he did, he would never, ever let someone leave the island with the information they posessed.Even the words she spoke were of little comfort. He shook his head, the numbness spreading. He wanted to wake up, laugh off some silly dream from too many conspiracy theories. "The others.." he started, remembering the Dude's scathing words. "The inoculations..... that.... that wasn't true either, was it?""No," she murmered, feeling guiltyHe stared at the floor. "Why..... why ruin so many lives? So many dreams....""Its for the greater good. Moreau... his vision is just so great... "
"its only "ruining" if you view it that way..."He shook his head, she was blinded to it. "He has no right to make that sort of decision for another. I am sure he could have found willing victims if he searched hard enough." he spat. "You were willing," she offered. "I can show you your contract you signed."He glared at her "You know what I mean. You took me for a ride. I was fooled. As was Matthew - here for a "vacation", Greer, here to make her name in the entomological world, Cassidy - to be a housekeeper, The Dude and Emelyn - victims of circumstance. Need I continue?" The hackles on his back began to raise."I'm sorry you feel that way," Aubrey said, trying to steele herself. "You know, anything can be looked at in a positive way. You and Greer have a lot in common, you know. These are a new family, new friends you can make."T hat brought a snarl to his lips, exposing the lengthened canines. "I do not WANT another girlfriend. I might as well suggest that you an Matthew pair up if I decided to lock you in a cage together for the rest of your lives."
"If you were in my position, Doctor, I seriously doubt that you would see anything except storms."
He crossed his arms, hiding the trembling of his shoulders. It didn't help reign in a whine that escaped his chest. He winced, another painful reminder. "what have you done to me....?" he whispered, again, horrified."I'm sorry you feel that way, Mister Ambrose."
She headed towards the door, "I know you probably think horribly of me..." she said, pausing at the door, "but you just don't understand him.""you are blinded." Ambrose murmured. "I wish that you could see for your own. I hope" He said, his voice dripping with bitterness "that one day you do. The lives that he has ruined, and the kind of man he must be to have done this. And by that I do NOT mean some sort of altruistic genius, but the sort that would change men into dogs."Aubrey spun around. "Don't you dare talk abuot the doctor like that!" Her eyes flashed with anger, and all traces of pity, or her helpful charm was gone. Her voice of low, cold.He met her gaze back, his own steely, hurt and bitter. "What did I say that was false?" He said flatly.She stepped forward, pointing a threatening finger to him. "We're going to take care of you, Mister. For the rest of your days. I suggest you treat him with the respect he deserves.""You are going to imprison me here for the rest of my days. That is hardly "taking care of me" - no matter what food or shelter you provide. This is a prison, no matter how fancy or luxurious it might be. You have removed me from my home, forbid me from leaving, and stripped me of my rights. What would YOU call that?!" "Your simple mind can't wrap around what we're doing here," she spat, sounding the most like Moreau you've ever heard. "I was foolish to think you might have been more than the foolish peon the doctor told me you were."Ambrose just levied a gaze back to her - it held immeasurable sorrow, pain, and, surprisingly, pity. "You cannot even understand my anger for having my life, my goals, and all of my dreams wrenched away from me. And not just me but every other PERSON that you - yes YOU- and he have taken here. If you cannot wrap your mind around what sort of sin that you have committed in doing that, then you lack in basic humanity what I might in "intellect" in seeing anything that could justify that pain." "Science demands sacrifice, Mister Ambrose." She said mechanically.Ambrose looked at her, seeing a broken individual. "That's what Hitler said.""Yes, and the contribution he made to science is reflected in almost aspect of modern medicine in some way shape, or form"
She signed, shaking her head. "Hitler was... a sick man. Moreau is just...driven."
"...and Hitler tortured them. KILLED them."Does that make it right?" He countered. "You are following the same damned path. There are easier and better ways to do the same thing. And regardless of whatever motivations differ - the ends cannot justify the means. "
Ambrose laughed out loud "if the PAIN that I underwent the other night is just a taste of what is to come, you are doing no better. And you might as well be killing many of the people - stealing them away from their lives, their loved ones...""Most of these peoples' lives are in shambles!! We personally have picked out each one, save the subjects like Dude and Emelyn - who might have DIED had it not been for us!
You... you're a struggling little rich boy who can barely make ends meet, but your PRIDE keeps you from just running back to Mommy and Daddy. You like to live beyond your means, but we've seen your financial records, Mister Amrbose. Things were not looking good, now were they?""If that helps you sleep at night..." Ambrose snarled, the growl boiling in his throat. "I had taken the step to take my life into my OWN hands for once - and that's better than can be said for most of the clones that are content to live the life they are handed. To never emerging from the shadow that their parents cast. If that is something that you find base, then you, lady, are a harsh judge. And my financial records were precisely why I signed up for this "two week study" - I was doing what needed to be done. Now, for my inependence, I am imprisoned. Thank you, very much, Doctor. I do hope that you are happy."Aubrey honestly looked hurt. "I'm not a bad person, Mister Ambrose... I just see things differently than you do.""VERY differently, apparently" he glowered. "Me - I valued my life, my freedom, and my love. My RIGHTS. You..... I don't know what you value other than loyalty to one man.""Yes, my loyalty to him is important. Because I understand him. I see what he's trying to acomplish. He sees the big picture.""And if you are so frightened to ever let us leave? Will he ever truly go public? Release us and this study - or will he sit on the discovery and gloat at the great "accomplishments"? The creatures he has created playing God on this Island?""Its...its not my decision to make, Mister Ambrose. I came here to talk to you, to try to help you...""You can't let me leave. You refuse to stop the experiment, and you've secured the fact that we are all sentenced to a life of imprisonment here, and slowly lose our humanity. And you don't seem to see the problem with any of this." "You won't lose your humanity," she said, trying to sound encouraging. "You will still be you.:"Will I...?" He didn't seem very convinced. "How can I be me without those people and things that make me who I am? When my face is no longer my own and everyone sees me as hardly more than a dog.""No one went running, screaming from the room? Did they? DID they? Do you honestly think everyone in the world is as shallow as you apparantly are?""Do you deny that appearance affects how people react to someone? If so then you are quite naieve. A person's appearance is the first thing that another has to judge - and first impressions are, as they say, a b***h. The world, my dear, is much more shallow than even I would care to admit, and I have always striven to be the man I want to be - show that face to the world""but you won't BE on that world, Mister Ambrose. You'll be here, with others like you..." Yes, she was totally missing the point. He shook his head. He was arguing with a wall. The woman seemed to have about as much morals as one did at least. He couldn't comprehend how she didn't see a problem with incarcerating innocent people - ripping them from their families, loves, their lives... trapping them on a single island for the rest of their lives.... and that was without the bizarre experiments.
"There is, I am sure, Aubrey, a place in your heart where you know what you are saying is wrong. That what is goign on here is not right. Perhaps you have sealed it up, perhaps you are trying to argue with it, or disassociate yourself from the blame. But sometime, that guilt is going to surface. You can choose - here and now - to do the right thing, or you can, years from now, regret it for the rest of your life."
Ambrose pulled up the covers around him. He was so tired.... it even overshadowed the hunger gnawing at his insides once again. He feared having to pass on this black message to the others... the truely worst case scenario. Aubrey tried not to show it, but it was rather obvious his words cut her deep. "I'm sorry you feel that way." She rushed out the room before she started crying. She had long ago promised herself she would follow Moreau anywhere. But as they say... things like this are much easier to do when its all theoretical. Actually being there, facing Amrbose and his dispair was getting to Aubrey. She leaned back against his door as she slammed it behind her, burying her head in her hands for a moment as she tried to collect herself.Ambrose sighed heavily. He hoped, truly hoped, that he opened her eyes - even if it was just a little bit. There were so many complex layers to that woman beyond the gregarious almost ditzy woman he had first taken her for. She had many issues, and didn't seem to even be living her own life anymore. But somewhere, her true self had to lay - he could tell she had compasssion.... she was just doing something to purposely skew her view.... IF he couln't convince her.... what else could he do?!
He curled up in the bed, drawing the covers around him. His body felt numb and his thoughts were fillled with Angelina - her smile, her laugh, teasingly wrapping her arms around him before a fencing match and making him give her a kiss in payment before he could begin.... all of the smiles, laughs... and even anger and tears blurred in his mind's eyes. Tears welled up at the thought of never seeing her again.... how could he do it.... his heart burned in anguish. He .... he had known what he wanted to do with his life - ... it was all set out..... two weeks ago it was all goign to work - Angelina, the Olympics.... happiness and justification for the decisions he had made. Finally, finally seeing his parents turn a proud eye towards him. Realize that he could make them proud HIS way.....
Everything he held valuable - every last thing - was being wrenched away - his love, his life, his goals, his freedom, his cultivated looks, his control, and even his very humanity.
He didn't even hear his own whimpering like a beaten dog. It was a nightmare.... a horrible nightmare.... He prayed with all of his soul to escape from this demon dream.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 8:29 am
Original RP
Moreau confronts Aubrey about "doing what she can"
September 06, 2005 Moreau headed to the bedroom after he grew tired of watching the cameras. Leaving one of the security people in charge. As the elevator moved up he reflected on the conversation he had listened in on between Ambrose and Aubrey. He also with some anger had watched the conversation between Ambrose and the Dude. He may not have been able to listen to that one, but they didn't escape his long range cameras. He fully intended to have waterproof microphones installed around the island. Of course he could have just put them to sleep when they tried it. But he was trying to give them some freedoms. People did not appreciate what he did do for them. He arrived at his bedroom and opened the door to see Aubrey there ahead of him.Aubrey was standing there with a small bag with some of her esstentials - a change of clothes, a toothbrush, other important things to have around when staying the night. She smiled to him as he entered and blushed a bit. She didn't know why was embarassed. I guess it was stil hard to imagine Moreau and herself as a "couple." She walked over to him and kissed him lightly. "Hi," she said, trying to read his emotions. She hadn't talked to him since her conversation with Ambrose, though their discussion was festering in her mind. Moreau looked extremely upset, not at Aubrey in particular just upset. He just looked... mad. He hadn't looked this upset in a while. "Aubrey, I have to ask you something. What did you mean, do what I can?" Aubrey wilted upon seeing him upset. "I don't know..." she said, backing off alittle. "I guess I just feel bad for him, is all. Is there anything we could do? I dunno.. maybe just deliver a few of his letters. Let her write back? Once? After all, she DID expect him to be gone for two weeks..."Moreau sighed angerly. "You know we can't compromise the cover story here. If we go publically changing the story at all we could end up under scrutiny. Do you want the U.N. investigating us? Do you know that Ambrose and the Dude went off shore to talk, very specifically. They are plotting against me Aubrey.""I know," Aubrey said, stepping close to him and stroking his chest. "But just getting a few late letters from him ... well, it just might make Ambrose feel better is all. He misses her."
She tried to give a sweet smile to him. "Well, you can't really expect them to be... happy about what's happening. Its hard for them to understand. we know that. Let them plot all they want, they aren't going anywhere.""I know he misses her, but that kind of compromise isn't one that I can make. The boy's story was publically released as he went missing. The police have that story, if she were to take one letter to them they'd reopen the investigation. Are you really suggesting we compromise years of research and billions spent on one whiney blonde brat?""No!" Aubrey pouted. "But there is already a cover story saying he DID go to do some reasearch, and Feral Labs has the documentation if 'safe return home'" Aubrey looked into his eyes. "I won't argue, Nick. I just thought I would bring it up. We don't have to do anything you find too risky."
She took his hands in her and nuzzled his neck. "I can just relate, I guess. God knows how worried sick I'd be if you went missing." She pulled back to meet his eyes again. "And you... you would be worried about me, too, wouldn't you?""Of course I'd be worried about you Aubrey. But I'm not leaving here and neither are you. We can have our life together here. I'm not running off to some medical study when I have a girlfriend already that would have to wait for me." Moreau sighed. "We'll look into the girl, see what we can get away with. It's going to take some time, and patience."
Moreau looked in her eyes "would that make you happy?" there were hints of jelousy in his voice.Aubrey shrugged. "I just feel sorry for him. I can relate to how he feels, now." She trailed her nails lightly down his cheek. "I just think it would be best to grant as many as there requests as we can without compromises us. That's all, I.. I promise." "The risks worry me Aubrey, if this project were to collapse, or if I were jailed and had to be away from it, and from you. I don't know what I'd do!" Moreau looked down. "I can't take risks, you should know that. Do you want to see me behind bars? Or end up behind bars yourself?" "No, of course not! And thats fine about the letters if you think it would be too big of risk, okay? It was just a suggestion." She sighed and walked over to the bed, sitting down on it heavily. "But you know... he brought up an interesting point abuot those furry people. I think that would be kind of neat, don't you? Get a few people down here who know the whole story before they come?""That avenue was considered, do you want to know the largest problem with it?" Moreau waved his hand. "They talk... amongst each other, a lot. Being such a niche they've developed a tight nit community. You couldn't tell one without it very likely getting around to others. They were surveyed and that's why the decision was made. Besides, from what I understand many of them are too caught in their own world to give us a realistic idea of what effects the serums are actually having on the psychology."
Moreau looked upset at all this questioning of his judgements. He knew what was for the best, he thought Aubrey knew that. "Don't you think all this has been considered? Do you think that some blonde kid who didn't even attend a decent school would think of something that I hadn't?"Aubrey sighed. "No. Just, I dunno. Just thought I'd ask is all." She looked upset at her self for upsetting the doctor, but the words Ambrose said to her just wouldn't shake."Aubrey, I love you, but I'm worried. Not about you understand, but about these troublemakers. Are you really sure that you should be so closely speaking with some of them." Moreau kissed her face softley, in truth he was rather paranoid about Aubrey. She seemed bothered by all of this, and Moreau couldn't stand that. "I love you, too, Nicholas," she said. "I just, well, you know. I mean I know what we're doing. But its not their fault they can't understand. Regardless... they are people. They had family and friends....and lovers.. " Aubrey's mouth tugged downward as she remembered Ambrose talk about Angelina. "I guess I can just relate to how they feel. I would be.. .upset, it someone took me from you."
She kissed his lips softly. "Not that I'm saying what we're doing is wrong or that you should stop, but that doesn't mean we have to be ignorant to how they are feelng.""If those feelings jeperdize the research we might just have to." Moreau stroked under her eyes. "I watched him make you cry, and I've disliked him ever since." Moreau almost growled. "He made you cry..." this did bother Moreau a lot, but it also bothered him that it almost seemed like they were trying to turn Aubrey's opinions against him. He wasn't going to loose her to those simpletons, or have her betray him either.
"I worry is all... about you." Moreau pondered whether sending her away for the night would be the best way to make her realize how he felt. He truthfully didn't want to though, but he was, very very upset lately.Aubrey nuzzled into his hand. "I was just crying because I was thinking abuot what it would be like to be taken away from you, Nick. That's all.""I don't know if I believe that... I want you to be honest with me Aubrey, right now, about everything you've thought about recently." Moreau looked at her. "I mean, haven't I done everything I can to make you happy?"Aubrey knitted her brows together, crossing her arms. "Of course you have, Nick. I'm just trying to be a friend to these people. We will be with them for quite some time and I don't see why we have to make enemies if we don't have to..."
She took a breath. "Haven't I don't everything to proove I'm loyal to you?" She gave a pointed look to him, and to the bed she was sitting on."Yes Aubrey, you've done everything asked" he began to neck her, "and more." She smiled, relief flooding over her. "Good. I hope you realize that I'm yours." She wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes. Baby steps, Aubrey. At least he seems to be listening at least... She pulled him down on the bed and began to kiss him passionately, once again doing her best to show him that she was completely dedicated to him.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 8:30 am
Original RP
Aubrey gives The Dude his check
September 07, 2006Early one afternoon, after Aubrey finished with all the labwork for the day, she changed out of her labcoat and into some more comfortable clothes and headed down to the village. She frowned as she felt apprehension - should she be afraid to walk so openly in public? She knew the sleep command and all, but she new any attack to harm her would hurt her more emotionally than physically.
Thankfully, there didn't seem to be too much activity going on. Walking up to Duplex #12, she adjusted her grey beret and knocked lightly on the door."C'mon in." - the Dude's voice grunted from behind the door. "S'not locked, man."Aubrey stepped him, trying to look calm and friendly. "Hi, Dude," she said, closing the door behind her. She hadn't seen him up close sense she gave him the injection, and she tried now to staire. "H..how are you?"The Dude literally jumped and turned around, looking startled. he hadn't expected to see Aubrey here, of all people. He thought Ambrose was coming by to chat.
"Hello, Dr. Lockheart." - he finally said out of him. "To what do I owe the honor of your visit?" He quirked his eyebrow and sat down onto the corner of his bed."Aubrey, please.. if you wouldn't mind," she corrected him with a half-smile. "Anyway, uhm...sorry if I'm disturbing you..." she reached down in her bag and pulled out a small peice of paper. "A cash amount of $5,000 has been deposited into your parent's bank account. In you name, of course. But I had Feral Labs send me a receipt," she held out the cash depoit receipt, signed and dated by some guy named Learoy McMillian, who you guessed was a Feral Labs employee on the mainland. "I just thought it might make you feel better to know."There was disbelief in the Dude's eyes at first, then he quickly stood up and walked up to take the receipt form Aubrey's hands with his disfigured hands. He looked at the receipt then looked up at her. There was a warmth in his blue eyes: "Thank you. Thank you so much, Aubrey" - he smiled.Aubrey smiled back, a breath of relief escaping her lips. "You're welcome, Dude. I guess, well..." she scratch the back of her head, the guilt slipping back into her voice. " I guess it was the least we could do for you..."Neatly folding the receipt in half and stashing it in the pocket of his red trunks, he looked up at Aubrey again: "Yeah, let's not talk about that, Aubrey. But thank you very much. Thank you. they need the money. I might not be much of a caretaker, and they still have my sister out there, but I know the squid business hasn't been that great recently.""Well, I guess I should be going. I just wanted you to know. If you need anything else, just let me know. Oh - and your list should be coming soon. I promise."With a sad smile the Dude almost nodded to that, but before she walked out the door he grabbed her shoulder to stop Aubrey:
"I'm sorry. I know this is your job and you are not the one who thought this whole thing up. And I think that, if the circumstances were different, me and you'd be great buds. But ..." - he paused, letting her arm go, and sticking it into his pocket. "... but you didn't get to see Cassidy and Greer wilt when I had to tell them the news. It's a harsh thing to watch peoples lives shatter." - he grunted grimmly.
"Maybe my life's not a big loss, but having to tell them about it ... brings out a lot of resentment out, you see."
"So yeah. Thank you and see you around, Aubrey."Aubrey tried not to cry at the blow-off, no matter how tactfully said. She just nodded curtly and headed quickly out the door. "See ya," she muttered out before the door closed behind her.CRAP.
The Dude's hand was still holding the receipt in his pocket. She did him a favor. A HUGE favor. And he snubbed her like that. With a resigned sigh, he opened the door and followed down the stairs after her.
Grabbing fleeing Aubrey's hand he stopped her: "Christ, this is like kicking a kitten. Hold on there, Aubrey."
He was too nice for his own good and any one else's too.Aubrey was surprised that the Dude came after her. She stopped when he grabbed her hand and she turned around, taking a big breath while trying to compose herself. Her emotions were starting to get into trouble with Moreau. And she could face having both the islanders AND her beau pissed at her because she couldn't detatch herself. In truth, she felt almost ashamed to be speaking with Dude. After he peaded with her to reconsider her tactics, the first subjects she was in charge of she had litterally played ******** roulette with their fate. And worst of all, she ******** over Timothy who hadn't said more than a few words to her. They were both young... so young.. and they would never be the same again. And it wasn't even a "Cute" animal. No. She was cruel. Downright cruel. And nothing could excuse that behavoir.Okey, so here was Aubrey standing, looking dumb struck and terrified at the same moment. GREAT. What was he trying to do here, anyway? Weren't they supposed to be wearing her consience down, for the benefit of the rest?
He let go of her hand, not sure what to say himself now.
CRAP CRAP CRAP.
Then, with an impish smiled, he grabbed Aubrey's nose with his finned hand.
"BEEEP beep" - then, laughing, the Dude scampered up the stairs again. Aubrey's eyes widened and then she just stood there and blinked a few times, a bewildered look on her face. She finally let out a uneasy laugh, a bit of relief coming over her. Aubrey pulled the strap of her bag up back up on her shoulder, then gave a smile and a wave to the Dude, heading back down the stairs, feeling a bit better about herself. For now.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 8:33 am
Original RP
Aubrey and Sabin chat about embarassing stuff
September 08, 2005Sabin was downstairs in one of the large garages that might one day house a small collection of vehicles, but was currently primarily occupied by large crates. Flipping through the packing slips, he was packing back and forth, doublechecking the contents against the lists. It was times like this that Sabin wondered when Moreau would decide to "trust" some additional help to do the menial chores like this. Of course, the contents of the box were rather interesting, he thought to himself as he pulled out one of the playboys from a rather sizable stack in one of the crates. "Entertainment for the subjects".... He smirked in amusement. Of course there was a very large television in one of the crates as well, along with a sizable DVD collection. But still. He wondered who would have the gall to go grabbing at some of these magazines with all that was going on. Speaking of adult entertainment.... Sabin smirked to himself as he thought back to the Doctor's and Aubrey's oversight the night before... in forgetting to "black screen" the recorder in the mansion while he had been on moniter duty. It had taken all of Sabin's willpower not to use one of the built-in intercoms to snidely comment at the most inopportune of moments. However, he felt that he was already treading on thin ice with the doctor and knew better than to press it sometimes. He had been here for less than a month, after all... No use pressing things too quickly. Aubrey came down to the loading bay, eager to report to Dude that his X-Boxes where in. Walking in, she came upon Sabin flipping through one of the Playboy magazines. Smirking to herself and swallowing back her opinons on pornography and the ojectification of women, Aubrey cleared her throat.Sabin stiffened immediately, realizing the compromising position he had just found himself in as he whirled to put a face to the noise. "Aubrey!" He put on a smile, not bothering at this point to cover up what he was looking at. He was a grown man and had no reason to be ashamed. After all, he was inventorying. "The shipments came in..." He gestured obviously to the boxes surrounding him with the magazine. I see that" she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Quality Control?"Sabin grinned unabashed. "Quite." He tossed the magazine back onto the stack. "Well, more like making sure that everything's here. Care to check out the playgirls?" He tossed one of them at her before she had the chance to say anything.Aubrey caught it, despite her surprise. She looked down, blushing a bit, but admiring the view. "Not interested. I don't need to get my kicks on paper, if you know what I mean." She winked and Sabin and tossed the magazine back in the crate.Sabin chuckled, turning his back as he checked off the rest of the magazines and newspapers on the list. "So I heard..." he trailed off mysteriously."Oh?" Aubrey stepped up, honestly curious. She heard men like ot brag abuot their "conquests" but Moreau didn't seem the typeSabin shrugged nonchalently, mentally debating whether or not he should even say anything.
The devilish side seemed to win out. A smirk crossed his face. "You guys... well... usually remember to hit the "black out" switch...""Huh?" It took Aubrey a moment. "Oh."
..."OH!"
She suddenly felt a bit weak at the knees and her cheeks began to burn. "you're not serious are you??"Sabin liften an eyebrow - his face suddenly becoming unreadable. "Am I?"Aubrey didn't know what to do. Her face was very red, making her freackles stand out even more than usual. "you mean... oh my god.. last night in the lab..."Sabin shrugged, admittedly enjoying seeing her panic a bit, something in him wouldn't let him drop it quite yet anymore. Between playing with this, and watching some of the initial reactions of many of the subjects... he visably shuddered a bit, a smile on his face. It was exquisite. And beyond the almost permeable sensation of fear over the Island was the absolutely FASCINATING aspect of their physical transmogrifacations that tickled his imagination and curiousity on a very different level. In general, Sabin was having the time of his life.
"Mmmm... yeah... I guess that's always a wonderful way to get your mind off things, hmm?" His tone and posture was friendly... but there was a subtle hint of gloating that was difficult to nail down.Aubrey rushed forward and hit him on his arm. Not really hard, it wasn't meant to hurt, but it wasn't really playful either. "And you watched??" "Hey" Sabin said innocently. "You guys pay me to moniter the video cameras."
He let that linger on the air for a little bit, savoring her expression. "Of course, it was mostly in the background on one of the smaller moniters. I'm not THAT much of a voyeur." He shook his head and clucked his tongue. "Seriously, Aubrey, what do you take me for?" Aubrey was still red and flustered. "Still. Really. Thats, you know... private."
She tried to busy herself with some of the inventory, too embarassed to look Sabin in the eyes. "Well what was I supposed to do?" Sabin protested. "I couldn't really flip it off..." he shrugged, checking on the rest of the boxes.
Finally, giving her an out "So - looks like everything is safe and sound." He turned with a smile. "They should be happy with all of this stuff.""I dunno" she mumbled. "I guess it was kind of my own fault. I'm sorry you had to see that, though..." she cleared her throat.
"yeah.. I hope Dude is happy enough with X-Boxes. He asked for Playstation, but apparantly Microsoft is a big sponder for Feral Labs. No surprise there, huh?"Sabin waved his hand dismissively. He was in a prime mood. "It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before, Aubrey."
Sabin nearly choked on his laughter. "you're kidding me.... no.. nevermind... that makes a lot of sense!" He closed up the crates and pondered the best way to get them down to the town hall.
"So.... how... have things been going with you, Aubrey?"Aubrey began to file the packing slips. "Oh, well," she blushed again. "If last night was any indication, quite well, don't you think?" She tried not to giggle like a silly schoolgirl, but she was grinning. It was pretty obvious she had affections for Moreau for a while. Sabin nodded, but also remembered back to some of what he'd been seeing on the moniters... some of the conflicts.
"Well... that's not quite what I meant, but I'm glad that you're getting on pretty well with him. ""Well, what did you mean, then?" She knitted her brows, she was hoping someone would be just interested in talking. To be hoenst she was tired of talking about work all the time. The two were rarely seperated by the doctor, and the subjects, for obvious reasons, had much more pressing matters on their minds."In general" Sabin commented, pulling the tie out of his hair. He had been sweating down here in the unairconditioned garage, and doing a lot of lifting. He seemed to be doing a remarkable amount of that recently. Not having a brush on him, he sufficed at running his fingers through his snowy hair."Well, considering I've only been crazy for the good doctor since my freshman year of high school, thats pretty big news in my arena." She pouted a bit and flopped down on one of the crates. "I dunno... been talking to some of the islanders."Sabin nodded, finally turning around and hopped up on one of the crates, sitting down. "That's a rather long time to follow after him" Sabin commented. "What have you been talking about?" "Just.. things. They aren't handling it very well. I'm sure you can imagine." Sabin nodded. "Well... it's a given. Weren't you expecting that?""Yeah, but I guess I never expected it to be this hard. Looking at them in the eyes and seeing the hurt. Ambrose apparantly has a girl back home he's missing pretty bad..."Sabin nodded, recalling some of the videos. "Well.... he'll either get over it, or he won't. He's here now." He tapped a nail on the wood of the crate. "Life can be hard. Take you turns you don't expect.""I guess so. I guess I just relate. I would just die if someone took me away from Nico- er, the doctor." She looked down, wondering if Moreau would appreciate her getting all mushy. "Its just something I've never had to deal with before, I guess."Sabin nodded, sighing. He was making a specific attempt from getting personal with any of the subjects for just this reason. He could enjoy himself and the situation if he didn't allow that pesky human sentiment get involved. "Why are you talking with them, then? It's easier of you don't.""Because, I'm hoping they'll learn to accept it one day. And it would be nice to know they have a friend." Sabin picked at his teeth, watching her. "would you accept it?"She shrugged. "I'm a special case. The doctor could do anything he wanted to me as long as he was here."Sabin shook his head. "No no. If it wasn't the doctor. If instead of coming here from college, if some random geneticist had taken you here and done this?""I guess thats my point. I never really viewed it that way before. I never questioned the doctor - and I still don't! I guess it was easier for me to view the subjects like test monkeys. But its not the same as I thought it would be."
She swung her legs a bit. "Probably will just take me a 'lil bit a time to get used to it."Sabin nodded. "That's why I say it's easier to view it from the outside. Don't talk to them and don't try to be their friends. Not unless one of them happens to settle into the life here. They'll either put up a big fight and rail against the proverbial bars... not that that will do any good - the security here's too good.... or they'll realize how futile it is and try to enjoy themselves.""Hell, I probably would have found it fascinating myself if it happened to me when I was as young as some of them are" Aubrey shrugged. "I guess I found myself being friends with some of them before they started to change. And now it hurts to see them so upset. Thats my own fault, though.""That's a tough one" He raised his eyebrows with a frown. "But what can you do? They're here now."She shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes just talking helps."
She hopped off the crate and dug through her keys. She tossed one at Sabin. "There's a forklift in hanger 4. Might help you with all these." Aubrey went over and picked out a single XBox system and a few games, flashing a smile to him. "I'm going to go deliver this to the Dude!" Sabin smiled and gave a watered-down salute. "Have fun. I'll move these things over to the town hall. And good luck - try not to get too attached. Will probably just end up hurting you more." Yeah, I'm realizing that, she thougt to herself. She gave a wave to him as she headed back up the trail towards the village. Sabin waved back and slid off the boxes, tying his hair back as he spat on his hands and went to get the boxes moved.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 8:36 am
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 8:39 am
Science Genius Girl... or how Aubrey makes a point and the Dude makes a point, as well.Original RPSeptember 20, 2006 The Dude The Dude was sitting on top of the bar dangling his feet. There was a glass of ice next to him and once in a while he was putting an ice cube in his mouth and crunching it. A wet mask and a small wooden box were laying next to him on the counter, and he himself was deep in thought. It seemed the reason for that was a picture frame he was holding in his right hand. The frame was soaking wet and dripping onto the sand. The Dude himself was pretty drenched as well. Aubrey Aubrey came walking up the beach, enjoying her now-daily custom of having a drink and a swim after finishing the day's work. Moreau had recently been 'struck with inspiration,' and therefore there were hundreds of new serums to be made, tested, tweaked, retested, and analyzed. Today, Aubrey went through nine hours and seven lab rats.
But finally Moreau told her to take the rest of the day off and she jumped at the oppurtunity to be outside. So changing into her swimsuit, she decided to head over to the bar and make herself some refreshment before hitting the water. Someone was there already, so she hung back until she saw who it was. Didn't take her long to see it was the Dude. Moreau had mentioned something about a verbal altercation between him and Ambrose previously, and Aubrey wondered if she should go over or not. But her curiosity and concern finally got the better of her and she walked up, giving a friendly smile. "Hi there," she said, waving as she approached. The Dude The Dude looked up and saw Aubrey in swim suit a sarong: "Hey Aubrey. You alone?" he asked, tensing up. Aubrey Aubrey blinked - suddenly remember the last time Dude saw her he caught her making out with Moreau. One of the downsides of being able to watch everyone on the monitors is you forget you see them alot more than they see you. She blushed a little. "Yes." The Dude "That p***k letting you walk among the wild beasts all by herself?" - he grinned and made a scarry face at her. Aubrey Aubrey opened her mouth to defend him - but bitterly she remember he was most likely off teaching Lauren and not watching the monitors anyway, so she just let herself smile and nod. "Maybe I'm sneaking out. I'm feeling dangerous and wild" she said with a smile. The dude, once you got over the weirdness of the changes, certainly didn't look very threatening. The Dude "Yeah, well, you better be prepared, because Cass grew some scales and a snake tongue yesterday and she isn't pleased. Did you guys miss in your little questionaire that she hates creepy crawlies of all kind?" - he scratched his beard and put the picture he was holding aside on the bar, face down. Aubrey Aubrey frowns and scratched the back of her neck. "You know most of the original guys were allready arranged for by the time I got here.." She didn't know why she still felt the need to justify herself to them. But the Dude certainly knew how to hit her buttons with just a few words. "I..I'll go try to talk to her. Last time I checked she was walking with Mr. DiRossi." The Dude "No no, you look like you came here to have some time off, Aubrey." - he jumped over the counter. "So have some tiem off. You have dark bag under your eyes. The p***k must be slave driving you ..." The Dude smiled then added: "DiRossi? Is that the new gay guy with the rat dog? I think Cass can handle him ... it's good for her, to be out and about, ya know? I'm hoping she'll adjust. "sides, she really doesn't look so horrible at all. Her eyes look freaky amazing ..." Aubrey Aubrey smiled. "Thanks. Yeah, work has been hard, actually. Its not all just morbid facination with watch you all squirm you know?" She thought for a moment. "Surprise me," she said, indicating the drinks.
Aubrey snicked at his comment abuot Vasile. "He's not gay!" Don't you know who he is? He's like a totally famous movie star. They were calling him the next Leonardo DiCaprio." The Dude The Dude scratched his cheek and stared for a moment at the bottles in front of him. Then, he picked up the Malibu Coconut Rum and went on rummaging in the fridge. Having located a small can of pineapple juice, he poured the two liquids together in a glass and put it in front of Aubrey: "Here. I got no clue what's the name for this, but it's pretty good. " "So he's actually famous? That's great." - he added with a sour expression. "And not gay? Well, he looked flaming to me ... you sure?" Aubrey "Thank you," Aubrey said, and took a long drink.
"Yeah, he's pretty famous. Er, or was. Well, I guess he still will be..." she trailed off, then cleared her throat. "Oh yeah, he's not gay. At least, well, I guess I'm not sure but, uh... " Aubrey blushed a bit again, and grinned behind her glass. "He likes women, too, at the very least. Trust me." The Dude "Heh ... you girls would actually go for him?" - the Dude was amused by this. Well, so much for Timothy's crush ... didn't even have to talk to this Vasile anymore AND he got his duplex cleaned. SCHWEEEET. "What's the attraction? He seems the kinda guy who sees his own reflection in the pretty girl's eyes, ya know?" Aubrey Aubrey shrugged. "I dunno. I wouldn't go for him, of course. But he's, you know... pretty handsome." She took another drink. "Oh hell, the man's beautiful. I don't know anything abuot him, personally, really." The Dude "Heh, no wonder I thought he was gay. He's just so damn ... pretty." - it was said with a certain shudder in the Dude's voice. "Anyway, you know what his ******** dog did? It peed on my rug! Damn chihuahua ..." Aubrey "He's a miniature pincher," Aubrey corrected, then bit her lip. "Sorry abuot your rug, though. I can get you another!"
She thought for a second. "But didn't your cat like... try to eat him? I heard one of the lab techs who was pre-vet in college talk abuot having to stitch up a dog - I assumed it was Brutus." The Dude "It' not a matter of a new rug. I liked the old one. Some poor guy back in China wasted a few days making this one. It was his hard work he put into it. 'Sides, it really tied the room together ..." - the Dude put an ice cube into his mouth and crunched away on it. "And afterwards your pretty boy petted and cooed to his ... pincher, was it? Approving the fact that his pooch just defaced a perfectly good rug." "And I bet Captain Morgan was just acting in self defense. If that things pees on rugs left and right, who knows what else it can think up. Maybe it tried to pee on the Captain himself. It's lucky to have gotten off easy. My cat takes no prisoners ..." - he added proudly. Aubrey Aubrey just chucked and shook her head. "I'm sorry. I.. I can try to clean up your old rug then?" The Dude " 'Sokey, already got that taken care off. Too bad this DiRossi guys isn't gay, though. Cuz in exchange for having my room cleaned I was supposed to hook that one guy up with DiRossi" - the Dude grinned wide: "Never had to play matchmaker for two guys before. Which, you know, it's cool. As long as they stay away from my persona." *CRUNCH* went another ice cube Aubrey Aubrey sputtered a laugh into her drink that was very quickly dissapearing. "Oh my goodness, you're kidding?!" Aubrey shrugged. "I dunno, I think it would be cute. I'd like to see some matchmaking going on here..."
She set her glass down on the bar and her eyes wandered over to the picture Dude set down. "Wossit?" she asked, pointing. The Dude "Do I look like a match maker?" - the Dude pointed at himself and grinned. "I'm already the resident shrink and cheer upper. Ya know? I think trying to do love love s**t on this island will only cause horrible consequences." He looked at the picture and shrugged: "It's for Emelyn. I fished it out from her boat this morning ..." Aubrey "Did you know Madison Moreau is a shrink? Seriously? LIke she had an office and everything. Maybe you could try to send people to talk to her?"
"And besides," she said with a smile, looking down. "Anyone can be a matchmaker. You probably didn't know that- , er, well.. nevermind." Aubrey was going to say that he was the reason Moreau and her hooked up, but something told her that he probably wouldn't find that story nearly as romantic as she did.
"Oh?" She looked over the picture and tilted her head. "What is it? Can I see?" The Dude "Madison? Errr ... okey. Somehow I doubt she'll be good at this explaining thing ..." - the Dude shrugged then took the picture. "I don't know who this is. She looks kind of like Emelyn, doesn't she? I think ... I think it's maybe her sister ..." - he passed the picture to Aubrey. There was a photo of a smiling brunette under glass. It was actually quite badly damaged by the salt water, but the face was still pretty recognizable. "This photo and that box over there was all I could find that looked like personal items ..." Aubrey Aubrey took the picture and looked it over. "You pulled this from her[/i[ boat...?" She passed it back. "Thats really sweet of you, Dude." The Dude The Dude didn't expect a comment like that: "You think? Wasn't trying to be sweet ..." He took the frame carefully in his hands and put it back on the counter: "I was just curious. Ya know? Trying to kill time ..." Aubrey Aubrey shrugged. "Its thoughtful. Not a trait every guy tends to have." She finished her drink and moved around the bar to make another. "It's not a bad thing. You're a very likable guy, you know?" The Dude "Why, thank you Aubrey!" - the Dude smiled and toasted her with his ice cube glass. "Trying to be the best mother I can be over here. Got lots of crying children to take care off. Hey, since you there, can you give me an OJ? No alcohol, just the juice ..." Aubrey Aubrey nodded and poured him a glass of orange juice, and haded it over to him. "I like talking to you guys," she blurted out. "The lab techs aren't all really the most... interesting people." At least she was being honest. The Dude The Dude looked surprised at Aubrey: "Really? WOW." There was a pause. "I mean, that's nice of you Aubrey. I suppose. But ... you can see the obvious problem of the experimenters and the experimented upon hanging out, right? Not everyone here is happy about the changes." - he took the glass from her hands, looking at her face. "Or are you thinking about joining us?" - he then quirked his eyebrow Aubrey Aubrey shrugged and sat heavily down on the stool. "I know you guys hate me. And I can understand why..." she frowned, trying to phrase what she wanted to say without misleading the Dude, or pissing off Moreau. "But you don't have to hate me by princlpe. I mean, I guess this doesn't have to be Us vs Them." She made a new drink and sipped at it. "My hope is one day - whether you hate it or not - is to accept your new life here. And I'm offering to be a part of it, if you'll let me." She shrugged. "Maybe I'm just being optimistic."
She looked up at him. "Joining you? You mean the subjects?" Aubrey shrugged and dropped some ice cubes in her drink. "I don't think Moreau plans on turning me into anything." She shrugged. The Dude "Yeah, you are right, sorry." - he hid behind the OJ glass. "You are a good girl, Aubrey. You are. No matter how hard I try I cannot hate you on principle. But I'm a wuss and I got nothing to loose ... wow, that rhymes ..." Aubrey Aubrey smiled - genuinely smiled. "I've been talking to Moreau about different ways to find subjects, too. Did you hear about Colche?" Aubrey "I found her in the slave trade," she started. "I know that sounds absolutely horrible - but hear me out. This woman has been locked in a dungeon since she hit puberty. And prostituted out. By. Her. Father." Aubrey's eyes seemed to be burning from anger just talking about it. "This woman... she doesn't understand anything. She thinks she has to sleep with men to eat. She doesn't know what a toliet it. She can barely feed herself."
Aubrey rubbed her brows, still in shock from it all. "Basically she's not a teenager anymore and her Daddy's little business was staving off so he tried to sell her on the illegal market.
I mean, I know you're going to say this is slavery. But think about it. This woman has been abused her whole life. She'll have everything provided for her. Food, shelter.. hell, respect, friends..."
Aubrey looked back over to the Dude. "I mean... thats okay, right? I mean.. if we didn't get her, could you imagine where she would be otherwise?" The Dude The Dude was quiet, starring at the juice and wishing that'd be vodka in it after all. "Damn." "Yeah, I suppose turning into a squirrel is not so bad after all ... you did a good." - he clearly didn't know what to think of this all. What was better, indeed? Much to think about ... "She might really hate men now ..." How could somebody do such a thing to his own daughter. Maybe some men had been turned into beasts a long time ago, without the need of injections ... just on their own. But not even an animal wold have done something like that. "That's true evil," she muttered. She didn't say it, but obviously she was implying Moreau wasn't that bad. "I hope she'll end up.... okay in the end." Aubrey's mind flashed to her conversation with Moreau about asking to take more people from the slave trade, and then to Moreau's plans to expand the island facilities already. She grew distinctly quiet. The Dude "Good luck with that" - the Dude muttered. Aubrey "You know Lauren and Emeryn, you know... don't hate me and Moreau," she said, changing the subject. "I mean, Lauren's getting schooling from Nick and everything." The Dude "I know" - the Dude nodded. That reminded him of a certain conversation he ha with Emelyn in a twilight of her duplex. And two blue stars. He stood up, walked around the counter and poured some vodka into his glass after all. Sitting back down, he took a long sip of the screwdriver. "I've talked to them both about it. Told them that there is no shame in that. That it's good and all." - he trailed off. Aubrey Aubrey quirked at an eyebrow. "Really?" She looked surprised. The Dude "Why are you surprised? If they are willing to volunteer, that's good. That's their choice. That means they are here willingly as opposed to against their will. Neither of them have much family to loose, ya know ..." Aubrey Aubrey shrugged. "You guys sure seem to have a problem with me for working with him, I figured you would have a problem with, well, them working for him is all."
Aubrey looked back out the ocean. "I think I need a swim." The Dude "Well, Emelyn and Lauren aren't injecting us." - the Dude pointed out the settle difference Aubrey Aubrey looked up. "Oh yeah? You might want to ask Ian who gave him his injection." Aubrey looked a bit bitter. The Dude "Huh? Who did?" - he didn't understood, taking a sip from his glass. Then the wheels inside the blond head began to turn: "Wait ... you mean ... no, Emelyn wouldn't do that!" - he said completely convinced. But Lauren ... would she? He quirked his eyebrow at Aubrey in a silent question. Aubrey Aubrey snorted. "No, not Emelyn." Maybe not bitterness. Jealousy perhaps? "Lauren... Thorn. Whatever her name is." She swallowed a big gulp of her drink. "Do you have any idea how long it took Nicholas to fully trust me? Do you know how hard I worked for it?"
Aubrey then looked to Dude and sighed. "you probably wouldn't understand." The Dude The Dude sat his glass aside, looking very dark and brooding. Thorn ... injected another human. Ian. The weird guy with a goatee he met here a few days ago. She injected another human. She took his life in her hands. Changed him. Took away his freedom. How could she?! How could she have done it?! Didn't she realize that this was not a game but lives she was toying with?! It was almost to hard to believe ... He took a sip of the screwdriver. Would Emelyn do something like that, too? She wanted to help Moreau cure cancer, no matter the cost. Would she inject another human being, take away their lives, so that her sister's killer may be tamed? That thought filled the Dude's heard with cold even more then the news about Thorn did. "I ... err ... what?!" - he stared bewildered at Aubrey. What did she just say? Aubrey Aubrey threw her drink down her throat like a shot. "I said do you have ANY idea how long and hard I worked at gaining his trust? And Lauren comes along and..and.." she stopped and shook her head.
"And anyway," Aubrey stood up and went to make another drink. She looked agitated, and obviously the drinks were starting to get to her. "What the hell was that susposed to mean. 'but they are injecting us'? So, like, I could still work for Nick, and support what he's doing, and all that.. but just because I'm the one with the needle you hate me, but you're willing to go off and risk drowning to get her a damn photograph?" She pointed to the waterlogged photo. "You'll make cheap shots at me, but not her. That makes no sense. How hypocritical..." The Dude "Huh? What?" - the Dude was caught completely off guard and confused here. "Wait ..." Oh oh, her nose was red. Great. "Wait, what does this have to do with Emelyn now? She isn't injecting anyone. Her sister died of cancer and you stupid people told her that you are trying to cure cancer here. So she said - okey, I'll help. Wha'ts so bad about that? Thorn however ... wow ... I didn't expect that from her. I suppose I should be taking cheap shots at her too from this point on" - he looked sad. Aubrey "Stupid, thats nice, Dude," she mumbled. "Of course I told her about the cancer research. Here' s a newsflash - THERE IS CANCER RESEARCH!" Aubrey looked angry for probably the first time he's ever seen. "I have a medical degree, with a focus on stem cells. Between stem cel research and the gene manipulation we're doing, and what we're learning about cels and DNA and how thay work here... its only scratching the surface what could be done! Us "stupid people" didn't lie to her. Tell her anything that's untrue."
She lost concentration on the drink she was making and just looked down at the glass, and the bottle of random liquor she had grabbed, forgetting what she was doing. "So why is SO BAD that I'm helping? But for some reason its WRONG for me to want to help, but its perfectly okay for Emelyn to? Just because she doesn't physically inject the patients? Supporting... thats basically the same thing?! Do you think I get off on that or something??" The Dude The Dude wasn't agreeing with Aubrey there, but he knew that he had to calm her down here before she started breaking bottles. So, grudgingly, he stood up and put his arms on Aubrey's shoulders. Turning her around away from the counter he sat her down on a stool and hopped onto the bar opposite from her: "Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey ... shhhhh ... here, drink water. I'm glad that you are helping. I'm glad that you are not a p***k like Moreau. Honestly. I'm really glad about that. But I do not think that this is what this little tantrum i about. You want somebody to bring you a gem from the bottom of the sea, that it?" The Dude wushled the mousy brown hair with his flipper hands. Aubrey Aubrey pouted, and plopped down on the chair with a sigh. "I just don't think its fair how you think abuot me, what I'm just the same as her," she said. "I support Moreau, and I'm a bad guy. Em and Lauren support Moreau and you said - and I quote - 'good for them'"
She took a few sips of water, pouting some more. "And he's not a p***k...." she turned her face away from the cameras, "at least not all the time," she mumbled. The Dude The Dude folded his arms on his chest and grunted. Okey, fine, let's be frank here. Tears and pouting aside, this girl was totally missing the point. "Unlike Emelyn and Thorn, you have the power to change things, because you are Moreau's next in line. If you wanted to, you could get us off this island. You could call in the police and have them arrest Moreau. But you are so in love with him, that you have silenced your consiousness, just to be by his side. He is using you, Aubrey. It's plain as day. Like he is using everyone else on this island." Aubrey Aubrey's eyes went WIDE as the Dude laid it out for her. Call the police on MOREAU? She shook her head unconsciously.
She just sat and stuttered for a moment. "He... he... he's not using me," she got out. "He loves me!" The Dude The Dude quirked his eyebrow: "He said that? Or is it your assumption?" Aubrey Aubrey stood up quickly - which was probably a bad idea considering her drinking, because she stumbled a bit and took hold of the bar. "Yes he told me," she snapped. "you think I would... assume something like that? Me? Assume someone actually loved me?" She snorted, shaking her head. The Dude "Ah." - the Dude sounded not too convinced, but the certain despair in Aubrey's eyes made him realize that she was gonna bawl for real in about five second. That or punch him in the face. "Oh, come on now ... Don't give me that. I think you are very lovable girl, Aubrey. I think you just don't give yourself enough credit, you know?" - he patted her on the head, and tried to push her down to sit again "Look at you - you are all pretty and smart and adorable. C'mon now. Maybe you are right, I'm wrong. Maybe I just don't know Moreau the way you do or whatever." Aubrey Aubrey slowly sat back down. She shrugged off the compliments, knowing full well that he was just placating. Amazing how sweet and nice and 'honest' guys get once a woman's upset. "I certainly hope not," she finally said, a tinge of humor to her voice.
She looked back over the beach, and took a deep sigh. What was she arguing about again? The Dude PHEW. Ah, s**t, now he felt like a total d**k. And he didn't know what to say now, at all. The Dude kinda shriveled up and jumped off the bar to sit down. There was silence for a while in which the Dude was killing himself for being an a*****e to a girl who just wanted to be his friend. On the outside, it looked like he was trying to build a card house out of coasters. The crickets chirped. Finally he gave Aubrey a side long look and asked: "You've ever seen a butterfly fish before?" Aubrey Aubrey snapped out of her own little world and looked over to him. "Huh?" She grimanced. "I mean, uh, no, I don't think so." The Dude The Dude grabbed the mask that was laying next to him and the snorkel. Then he walked up to Aubrey and stretched out his hand: "Can I show them to you, please?" - he asked politely. Aubrey Aubrey chewed on her bottem lip, still trying to look pouty. "I suppose so," she said as she relucantly took his hand. The Dude Dragging Aubrey after him, the Dude walked for the water. It was still reasonably light out, but the dusk was starting to settle in as the sun was creeping towards the horizon. As he walked into the water, the Dude started to speak, rapidly so that he doesn't get interrupted: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was a d**k back then, Aubrey. Sorry, man. Really sorry. I've got no business to tell you anything. You are happy. You are happy when Moreau is around. And that's what counts for you. It's stupid and selfish to try and tell you of our plight. To help us you'd have to betray the one thing you actually love. So ******** this. Everyone chooses their side and everyone carries the consequences. You chose yours. And you love Moreau. You cannot do anything about it. And it's just sucks to be us. Life's life. It's never pretty. If it weren't us, then some other shmuck would be here in our place. You do not do this because you hate us. So I'm sorry. Let's just go diving, hon." With that he let go off her hand and shoved the snorkel and mask into her hands, then, without further comment, dove into the water. His face was distorted. He ******** up again. Yes, she was evil for turning Cassidy into a snake. But he couldn't play the consiousness thing any longer. It was just vile - to toy with someone like this. At least he couldn't do it today. Maybe tomorrow he'd get his balls back. But not today. And as long as he kept under water, she really couldn't talk to him any longer. Which was goo by him. Now, to find some butterfly fish - he opened his eyes and looked. Even if it wasn't obvious at first. his eyes have changed. They no longer stung under water, and his vision was much better, even without the mask. Still human, but better then normal. Aubrey Aubrey listened to the Dude, opening her mouth a few times to say something, but he was talking too fast. So she just made a few whimpering sounds and tried to sort out in her head what she was trying to say.
Before she could fully form a coherant sentence in her head, he had shoved the snorkel into her hands and dived into the water. Hesitantly she pulled the mask over her head, positioned the breathing tube in her mouth and tried her best to follow him.
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