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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:41 pm
The last thing you remember, after the verdict of the court and the sentence to be deported back to Romania, was being given the few items that you had come in with, and being taken to the back of a transport van.
From there, things get rather fuzzy. There were brief members of fuzzy consciousness, the sensation of movement, and then blackness once again.
It's not until strange birdcalls and the humm of an air-conditioner reach your ears that full consciousness begins to return to you. Your head aches, you feel vaguely feverish, and there are sore spots on the back of one of your arms and the back of your neck, but nothing that couldn't be explained off as a particularly vicious bug bite.
When you open your eyes you find yourself in a well-kept room not unlike a nice hotel room, complete with double bed (upon which you are lying), desk, chair, minifridge, blue-grey carpeting, closet, writing desk, and an empty bookshelf. A door in the corner presumably leads to the washroom, and another one besides a window with the curtains drawn, to the outside. A small plastic panel is set besides the outside door with a pad of numbers and a speaker. Also, sitting besides the closet is your guitar.
((The rest of your things have been put away in drawers, and there is a new set of toiletries in the bathroom.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:04 pm
"Vere's no room in'uh fridge.."
The pile of dirty laundry that was stretched along the bed complained in a bleary mumble before awaking with a slight jump. It then muttered something incoherent and rolled over slowly to reveal a groggy, but content face that was framed with thick dreadlocks and facial hair.
A pained frown soon leaked onto the face however, and a dirty, gloved hand was brought up to press against the side of it's head. What a glorious feeling to wake up to. A pair of pale eyes squinted open and slowly adjusted to the light. They blinked a few times before noting how high the ceiling was.
"'ang on a moment-" the man croaked, and pulled himself into a seating position on the bed. "What vuh toss is goin' on 'ere?" he asked of the decidedly empty room as it finally dawned that he was neither in a holding cell, nor any van.
The man stumbled out of the bed haphazardly and eventually found his feet, standing in the middle of the room and peering about with an utterly bemused expression on his face.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:19 pm
F wasn't given much time to ponder his surroundings when there was a distinctive beep sound that eminated from the intercom followed by the sound of a throat being cleared.
Then, a voice that carried a vague French accent carried smoothly out of the speakers. "Mr. Bochinsky, glad to see that you are up and about. As I'm sure you have, or are soon to realize, you're not in England anymore... or Romania for that matter."
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:33 pm
F spun to face the vague direction that the sound seemed to emanate from, and made a step towards the wall.
"Not in-" he began to repeat the words, his throat drying up as his features contorted into a frown.
It wasn't immediately obvious to him that the thing on the wall is what had produced the sound, having never actually seen an intercom before. F's experience with technology was more or less limited to some period in the middle-ages, but decided leaning into it while speaking would be a good bet.
"Well ven, Frenchy, where on Earth am I?" he asked the obvious question.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:44 pm
Sabin rocked back in his chair, back in the confines of the laboratory, and still high on his power trip after his conversation with Moreau. Steepling his fingers, a smile spread across his face.
"You're on the Island." He said matter-of-factly, as if this should make perfect sense to Fidatof.
"Although... I suppose the UK hasn't been quite that forthright with some of their plans. They prefer to sweep some of the unmentionables and vagrants under the carpet as opposed to making a big deal about it or cluttering up their own shores with the unwanted. We don't believe in bars or cells here... but you will not be allowed to leave." Granted, it wasn't far from the truth, but still an amusing diversion.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 5:04 pm
"Oh. Ve Island." he stated shortly, as if it did make perfect sense to him.
F muttered something derogatory about politicians under his breath while shifting his weight slightly, but was apparently unsurprised and unquestioning about the explanation.
"So.." he said with an oddly bright tone, "Should I get used to sayin' "G'day, mate" now to save on a few centuries?"
He cracked a small smile to himself while peering back around the room. Granted, it was definately better than living in an ice cream van or being in a holding cell, but.. it still stunk of restraint.
"How big's vis mound?" he asked quite suddenly.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 5:15 pm
The voice on the other end actually responded with what sounded like a good-natured laugh to his joke. "Well, this isn't Australia, and it's not nearly as large - I'd say 20 miles across at the widest point - but you're welcome to shape history. Who knows, a few hundred years from now this rock might be free and be its own nation as well!"
"You have free reign over the island. There is a cafeteria not far from your room - number 55 by the way, the key is on the bedside table. There is also a bar on the Western beach. We believe in comfort here, and rewarding good behavior..." He trailed off, letting the implications of bad behavior to F's imagination.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 5:32 pm
"Number 55, huh? Free reign? Shaping hist'ry? Oh I like vat." he snorted lightly. "Some trivia for you, Pepé: Vuh 55th member of vuh Nazi party was-?"
F had a serious case of too much spare time back home, and seemed to have collected a number of peculiar facts about peculiar things. Of course, a lot of them were actually incorrect or misquoted, generally having been picked up from people in pubs who frequently talked bollocks.
But F found them interesting all the same, and quite enjoyed spreading the misinformation when given the chance.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 5:40 pm
Sabin smacked his lips. "Can't say that I know, Mr. Bochinsky. But that is correct: free reign save for the central guard complex itself. "
There was the sound of keystrokes, and a moment later he spoke again, "Though if you ever need to get a hold of one of us for any reason, you can press 0 on the intercom from your room."
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 5:51 pm
"Well, don't you worry your little face ven. I don't have vuh toothbrush moustache for it anyway." he stated with another smile and a vague wave of his hand.
F then made to pick up the set of keys that were left on the side. "Yer prob'ly a busy man!" he announced, "So I'll leave you t' wank about in peace. Unless vere's anything else, I'm going t' have little a wander 'round." he jangled the keys pointedly.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 6:04 pm
"Well, let's keep it that way, eh, Mr. Bochinsky?" He replied with a small chuckle.
"And that should be all, but keep in mind we will be keeping an eye on you. But... I shall leave you to explore. Take care, Fidatof." He finished, with just hte vaguest hint of creepiness in his voice before the connection was cut with another beep.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 2:31 am
F learns the Island's secret after running into a monstrous(if becrutched)-looking Thom. But Antony and F soon lighten the mood with some well-aimed food substances~ Fidatof Bochinsky After his brief chat with the French bloke over the intercom, F had only had a short walk around the village and a brief stop at the beach before heading back to his duplex. He'd felt rather off since he'd woken up and decided on an early night. Late the next morning F rolled off his bed and out of the door, but not before snatching his tobacco tin from one of the draws. As soon as the sunlight hit his face, F rubbed his eyes and slotted on his shades. He then leant back against the duplex door and slid down it into a squatting position so that he could use his knees to roll a cig for himself. Although he had been lucky enough to begin perfecting the technique when he was more or less two years old, he seemed to take a lot of time and care over this one - his mind evidently somewhere else as he rolled it. The place had seemed eerily empty since he'd arrived, and although he had been told it was a new breed of offshore "prison", it certainly didn't fit the bill appearance-wise. Once he'd rolled his cig and stuck it in his mouth he stood back up and began walking in some randomly-selected direction, stuffing the tobacco pack into it's tin as he moved. Hopefully he'd find out where the party was at. Thomas Brinley In the days following his latest change, Thom's time had been occupied working towards a single goal: walking, the firs tstep to the countless other activies that normally filled his life. He knew it was possible. By now, he was positive he could accomplish it in at least some sense. But supporting his weight on his tail was hard enough, much less manuvering the tail in time with his good leg so he could actually move forward. Unsurprisingly, he was still relying heavily on the crutch. Step, crutch, glide, and so the pattern continued as he made his way around the village. The village was the best place to learn to walk again. The ground was even and unobscured, unlike in the jungle, and solid enough that he could manuver the crutch easily, unlike the beach. Not to mention the fact that if something should go wrong, he was close enough to home that he wouldn't be in trouble. And so he made his way around the duplexes, heading in no particular direction, every so often altering his movements in an effort to get a bit closer to a natural stride. Step, crutch, glide... Antoinette Devereux Dark sunglasses down and lit cigarette between two of her fingers, Antony was on her way to the cafe for lunch. Thankfully, a couple of clouds were floating on by just enough to create a bit of an overcast. After her conversation with Kaveri and Billy, Antony was left with quite a deal to think about whilst walking. Despite the weather, she was in a pair of pants and her usual tank top. Pants kept her non furry skin on her legs from burning, so they were preferred clothing most days. Fidatof Bochinsky F hummed merrily to himself as he strolled through the village. He walked in the shade against the walls until he reached the end of a line of duplexes, entirely not expecting, as he rounded the corner, to come face to face with a 6-foot alien-cyborg-y creature with death-black scales and horrid yellow eyes. And of course, it hadn't crossed his mind that the metal object by the creature's side might not have been some device of pain and death, but instead a relatively harmless crutch that it depended on for walking. Now even if it had been Goldilocks, F would have jumped when confronted with somebody out of the blue like that. But being as this was definitely not Goldilocks, F did a little more than jump. He jolted, yelped and fumbled with the tobacco tin. The cigarette fell from his mouth, and eventually the tin was unceremoniously thrown into the air. In a flurry of rolling papers and filters and tobacco, F legged it back round the corner. He didn't plan on wasting any time getting back to his duplex, with the intention of complaining quite considerably about the problem to whomever would answered the intercom. As he dashed back round the corner, he spotted a figure close to his duplex, and ran madly towards it. As he reached what he assumed to be a woman he made to grab her shoulder from behind, breathing heavily. "I don' mean-" he blurted, bending at the waist, hands on his knees. "-to alarm you Miss." he paused to catch his breath slightly, "But vere's a.." He gestured behind him vaguely, "a.. Y-" he stood up straight, no longer breathing at all. "You have tails." he stated observantly, if a little high-pitched. His head rose slightly as he eyed her behind. "So I have a question:" he stated simply. "What vuh ********, eh?" he managed, with an uncontrolled wave of his arms. Antoinette Devereux Antony uttered a startled cry and nearly fell, but thanks to aforementioned appendages, she stayed solidly upright. Craning her neck over her shoulder to catch a look at who or what was now clasping onto her shoulder. Her tails were ruffled and puffed at the surprise as well. "Yes," she replied, frowning and raising her eyebrow at the man. Great, she had run into someone new. Someone new with a rather implacable accent, too. It took a great deal to digest what he had just said, but she figured by the gesturing what kind of question it might be. "No bullshit," the squirrel woman started, "We're all bloody science experiments, and I hate to break it to you but you're one too." Turning about to face him, she gave a curious gaze towards the direction from where he had run from. "We start of human... And then turn into animal... Things. Who'd you run into?" Maybe being blunt and honest would get the job done with less drama than usual. Doubtful, but Antony was hopeful. Fidatof Bochinsky F couldn't help taking a step back as she turned to face him. "Well." he muttered, having calmed rather a lot down. "Vat's certainly new and exciting, isn' it." he spoke slowly, as his eyebrows seemed to raise of their own accord. His tongue flicked across his lips. "So are we- Is vis still-" he attempted, knowing what he was about to ask would most likely make him sound like a cretin for having believed what Sabin told him. He was quick to believe anything really. Even this animal thing. "Vis place is completely hatstand." he interjected, wiping his brow. "Okay, some french bloke told me vuh British were dumpin' all veir convicts an' charity cases on vis rock. You know, penal colony style. Er'course, I didn' question it seein' as.. well, it's a bloody tropical paradise." he waved his hand slightly, as if sun and stand would quiet anyone's concerns about being abducted from their homeland. " Who'd I run into? Well I don't know, do I? I just fought it were about t'suck me face off or somethin'." he confessed, then cleared his throat. "I suppose it was actually just a big ferret or somethin', eh? Maybe a ******** panda bear." a very slight grin crept onto his features as he peered at the ground. Antoinette Devereux She ignored his step back and mentally pretended that it didn't happen. Minimizing drama, that was her goal. "French man would be Dr. Duvert, and he's one of the staff members here. One of the ones that injects us, the 'subjects'." Antony explained calmly, but did crack a smile at his next statement. Since when did pandas and ferrets suck peoples' faces? "Hungry? I'm heading to the cafeteria and I really can't stay in the sun for much longer..." The squirrel woman gestured to her paler than normal skin and white fur absently. Another drag of her smoke was taken before she spoke again, "I'll be amiable and answer your questions even." It was quite an offer for the former tattoo artist, but she was trying her damndest to keep this situation from escalating into an 'event'. That and he looked like an interesting fellow, to say the least. Behind her, her tails had relaxed and resumed their usual, calmer motions. Fidatof Bochinsky "Sorry." he muttered "For jumping you an' everyfing. It's not exac'ly normal, all vis, is it?" he shrugged, pushing his hair from his face. "The cafeteria." F couldn't help chuckling slightly. The animal people have a cafeteria.. "Yeah, alright. Er.." Breathing in her smoke prompted him to turn back the way he came as if looking for something. "I dropped my s**t back vere.." Antoinette Devereux "Don't worry, my reaction was far worse, I must admit," she offered him a lopsided grin from her short muzzle. Tails twitching, Antony raised an eyebrow at his comment, but followed him anyways out of pure curiousity. "Well hurry up then." The cloud cover was starting to disappear, and she was getting rather heated. Fidatof Bochinsky F jogged back to where he'd left the creature, then crept around the corner somewhat hesitantly as if he half expected it to be sat there smoking his fags. Upon seeing that it was long gone, and that his tin and all of it's insides were still safely.. on the floor, he bent to try and scoop everything up. Thankfully most of the tobacco was still in it's packet, and he didn't particularly mind having filters that'd been on the ground in his mouth. Once he'd got most of it all back in the tin, he stood and turned back to the squirrel lady. "Vat'll do." he said with a content smile. "So where's vis cafe? An do vey serve omlettes? I quite fancy an omelette." he stated merrily, as if he hadn't been scared witless moments ago. Antoinette Devereux "That way," she commented, shifting toward the direction in which she had motioned. The was a moment where she waited to make sure he was situated before heading off in a brisk pace. It was too damn hot out. "I'm Antony, by the way," the woman introduced, "And yes, they have omlettes." A small laugh left her muzzle at his change in demeanor. The walk wasn't long, and soon they were at the cafe's doors. Fidatof Bochinsky F made a small but rather flamboyant bow when she stated her name. "Nice t' meet you, Antony. You can call me F." he said with a grin, his chin up. As they walked, F rolled a cigarette quite skilfully on the palm of his left hand before popping it between his lips. He took a cheap lighter from his pocket and lit the end. When they reached the doors, F would push them open, holding it for the lady. "Jus' like back 'ome." he announced, drawing in a deep breath as food smells wafted out of the door, the cafeteria resembling a much nicer version of his local soup kitchen. Antoinette Devereux "Pleasure," she murmured, mood already brightening at his not freaking out as bad as she, and others, had when they heard and accepted the truth of the island. His opening the door for her, though unnecessary, did not go unnoticed, and she offered him a nod of thanks with a genuine smile. "Where is home if you don't mind me asking? I can't seem to place your accent." Antony glanced over at him before placing the smoke to dangle between her lips. She greeted the lunch lady before loading a tray up with various food stuffs. Fidatof Bochinsky "Home? Well, I ended up spending most of my life in England. Around London, mainly. Originally from Romania vough." he straightened up and put on a fully Romanian accent as he spoke the latter sentence, which sounded like an odd cross between French and Russian accents. He grinned. "You're from America, I'm guessin'? I'd 'ave no idea whereabouts." F followed suit, taking a tray and moving towards the counter. He found himself an omelette, as well as a jacket potato with plenty of things to go in it, a hotdog sausage, and some broccoli. Antoinette Devereux Her plate ended up with her usual bowl of various nuts and seeds, some chicken, corn and some fresh tomatoes. She added a cinnamon raisin bagel as an afterthought as well. "Well I like it," Antony stated, referring to his accent. "I'm from Maryland, right by the capital." "It's rather hard to tell regional dialects apart in the States unless you live there. Just like I wouldn't notice the ones that are in the UK." Shrugging, she maneuvered her way to a table, setting her tray down before moving into the corresponding seat. "Doesn't matter to me, since I happen to be fond of foreign accents regardless," the woman made a lazy hand gesture to go along with her cheery grin. This guy was nice, not doom and gloom. It was definitely something that she had been needing as of late. Fidatof Bochinsky "Capital? What's vuh capital of.. Wait, does America even 'ave a capital? Oh, I know." he mumbled, thinking out loud as he carried his tray to sit down opposite her. "So near New York..?" he ventured. "Oh, so it's not mine in particular or anyfing ven?" F acted offended at her final statement. "You'd like any old tosser's accent as long's it's not American? I see 'ow it is." his eyes narrowed as a cheeky grin plastered his face. "Broccoli vat's actually green." he pointed in amazement at his plate. "'aven't seen vat in a while." At least for now, he seemed keen to keep off the obvious topic. Antoinette Devereux Her sunglasses were pushed up like a pseudo headband before speaking. "Well I'm from the United States. The one that has that dumbass Bush running the country. Nah, lower than New York, kind of in the middle of the East coast," she explained patiently, raising her eyebrows in both amusement and as if challenging him. However, she waited until after she had taken a bite of the chicken leg on her plate (and then swallowed) to return the banter, "Well, I'd be lying if I didn't say that yours was rather unique." A playful wink was sent in response to his cheeky grin. His broccoli statements were absorbed, but instead of responding verbally, she simply reached over with her fork and stabbed a piece of said vegetable, popping it in her mouth seconds later with a bemused expression on her features. Fidatof Bochinsky "OH, vat Uni'ed States. Sorry, yeah what was I finking, vuh capital's.." he glanced to one side, lips pursed. "Texas, obviously." "Well fank you very much." he said as if it were well deserved. "I'd be lying if I said I was particularly fond o' yours, but I can live wiv it." he said with a nod as if he was being awfully forgiving, then leaned back and laughed light-heartedly. He watched her stab a piece of the veg and took a bit for himself but soon wrinkled his nose as he chewed on it. "You know, I don' actually like broccoli." he confessed. "It's one of vose fings. You fink 'Oo, broccoli.'" he said the word broccoli with a fervent head shake. "'I'm gonna have some broccoli.' And ven you do, and it's never as great as you fink it'll be." he mused, only semi-serious. Antoinette Devereux "Texas." Antony repeated, raising an eyebrow, "It's Washington D. C., actually." She gave a mock look of horror, dramatically placing a hand over her heart as if his comment truly had insulted her. "Oh, but I have better things to offer than just my American accent." An eyebrow waggle accompanied her statement before she popped a cherry tomato into her mouth. Her eyes only widened offense when he went off about broccoli. That was the last straw. "Well the piece I stole was quite delicious," she stated matter of factly, red eyes watching him in a pompous manner. Fidatof Bochinsky F grinned. "Well now I'm intrigued. 'ave any party tricks? Do y' do any fancy squirrel stuff?" he asked, a little excitement in his voice. And then the fact hit him that he was conversing with a giant squirrel on an island he was never leaving. He leaned in closer to her, speaking in a hushed tone. "I didn' really want to 'ave to get on to any of vuh serious stuff. I'm not vat kind've guy, see. Can' handle me serious stuff." The corners of his mouth lifted. "But, I'm only going to 'ave to ask someone else otherwise. So well-" he paused, looking at the floor to the side of the table. "-Where can I get some new shoes?" he asked simply. "Vese ones, if you noticed, are made out of cardboard." his eyebrows rose, mouth pursed. F was a friendly enough fellow, but there was definately something odd about how mixed up his priorities were. Antoinette Devereux "You'll just have to push the right buttons to experience my tricks," she threw a wink towards him. It was hard to tell if she was joking or not, or if she was even being sexual. For once, she was trying to be vague. Her smile faltered some at his next statement, but she gave him an understanding nod. "To each his own," she provided, flicking a kernel of corn at his face as she continued on to answer his question. "Press 0 on the intercom and just give them a list of what you need. Smokes, clothes, you name it." The curiosity got the best of her, and she leaned far to the side and out of her chair, tails compensating to keep her balanced. No s**t. Cardboard shoes. Antony couldn't help but giggle before sitting up. Again, the squirrel woman pinged a few more pieces of corn at him, but this time, she went on to act as if nothing happened, popping a few sunflower seeds into her mouth instead. Fidatof Bochinsky "Oo-err, missus." he purred lightly, grinning as his tongue played along his bottom lip. F twitched his head to one side, and the kernel got stuck in his hair. He mock-scowled at her as he shook it out. "So what, can we get anyfing?" he asked with a seemingly sly expression. "Do you reckon they 'ave any.. cowboy boots?" his face lit up at the prospect. "Yeah yeah, funny, eh? I fought vey were pretty ingenious myself." he gave a head waddle with his eyes shut for a second, and the corn hit his nose mostly. "Oi, you don' want to start a vis wiv me.. I've got potato." he announced grandly. Antoinette Devereux "Well I got myself some high end... What do you call them? 'Knickers'?" She waved the image off as if it were nothing, "As long as you're on the staff's good side..." Trailing off, the rodent leaned her chin in her hand and propped her elbow up on the table as if bored by his threat. "They're very... Artistic." Lazily, her tails ruffled behind her as a grin slowly appeared across her muzzle. "Are you threatening me? Because..." Another kernel of corn went soaring across the table, "I play dirty..." Fidatof Bochinsky He desparately wanted a pair to replace his old ones, if only to prove that he could get them. He'd have to do some asking around, perhaps. F's somewhat dirty fingers wiggled slightly, hovering over the jacket potato. "You want it ven?" he warned her cheekily as he smooshed his fingers into the food, nose wrinkling at the feel of it. When he extracted his fingers, he had a fistful of potato, like a small snowball. "It's aching to be thrown.." he teased in a sing-song manner. Antoinette Devereux Antony had been ever so slowly pushing her chair back, inch by inch, so she'd have the room to jump up from her chair unhindered if need be. Casually, she took a sip of her grape juice, free hand moving towards what was left of her corn. "You sure you want to tango pal?" Without really giving him the chance to back out, she turned her hand and flicked her wrist in his direction, sending a shower of purple liquid in his direction. Hell, he could always get new clothes if they stained. The squirrel woman was out of her chair moments later and running towards the buffet to retrieve more ammo. Once there, she gave a taunting wag of her rear and tails, presenting a target before turning to face him, beckoning to him with her hand a la an old kung-fu movie. It was on. Fidatof Bochinsky F instinctively turned his face away and attempted to bat the liquid away with his hands. Of course that didn't work too well, and he got grape juice down his shirt. "Quickdraw, eh?" He balled up the potato in his hands and side-stepped towards the other end of the buffet while watching her. There, he ceremoniously dunked the potato ball in some gravy and then suddenly made a dash for her. He wasn't going to waste the potato! She was getting it right in the face. "Hehe, have fun washing vis out've your fur tonight." he laughed as he chased the squirrel-woman, trying to grab at her and hold her down. Antoinette Devereux She let out a rather squirrel like noise as he came for her, barely having time to grab the closest thing handy. A whipped cream bottle and a handful of rainbow sprinkles, to be exact. The latter was flung aimlessly with the main purpose of distracting him and getting lots of sprinkles stuck in his hair. This, however took time away from her retreat, giving him the opportunity to catch up to her, regardless of the fact that she took off towards the tables to try and put some objects between them. Hopefully, he wouldn't dare to try and grab her tails to catch her. Fidatof Bochinsky F had a determined grin on his face as he ran straight through the barrage of sprinkles, indeed catching most of them in his hair. He proceeded to try and shake them out but didn't manage to lose many. As he passed the deserts section however, he snatched a fistful of jelly in his free hand, and began glooping it about menacingly as he continued towards her. As he got a bit closer to the fleeing squirrel he aimed and threw the handful of jelly towards her back and then jumped the table that she'd put between them with a triumphant "Ha hah!" The squirrel likely hadn't counted on one of F's favourite hobbies being free running. He was well practiced in the art of jumping and/or climbing over things that were in his way. So he took the opportunity to stretch out with the potato hand, aiming for the face. Antoinette Devereux The jelly hit it's mark, and Antony let off a few curses, eyes widening when he jumped up on the table. That was unexpected, but she could improvise. Kicking a chair out of the way, the squirrel woman dove under the table in a flurry of tails, grunting as she stood up quickly under it. Her back hitting the underside knocked it off balance (as well as ground the jelly into her fur), and with an added push, she attempted to knock the furniture over. The moment he jumped or fell off, however, she scurried out from under it and made a mad dash to leap onto his back and tackle him. If all worked out, Antony would make a few deft movements with her hands and spray as much whipped cream down the front of his pants as she could manage. "Hah HA! Put that in your pipe and smoke it!" Fidatof Bochinsky F wobbled as the table did, spinning his arms in an attempt to keep his balance, but he soon slid off it as it tipped. He staggered forward and touched his post-jelly hand to the floor to get his balance, but was pounced on before he could stand properly again. "Aack!" he yelped as he was tackled to the ground from behind, and quite suddenly had whipped cream down his pants. Nice one.. He stuck his tongue out and went to grab at her wrist. "Vat's it, Squeaks. I 'ope you like your gravy cold!" But as he brought forward his other hand it seemed he hadn't been able to save himself from closing his fist on the so far well-survived potato-gravy ball, and it seemed to have squelched out between his fingers. All the same, now that Antony was right in front of him, he lunged his potato-ey hand towards her face anyway, where he would try and rub it about as messily as possible. All the time F was laughing heartily. They'd made such a mess..! Antoinette Devereux Luckily her sunglasses had be knocked off a long time ago, so while she did get a face full of gravy and potatoes, none of it got on them. Either way, she let out a protesting squeal and tried to fend off his hand with her free one. With the experience that she had under her belt, Antony easily hooked her legs around him in such a way that she sharply rolled them both over. Ha. Now she was on top and in control. She didn't waste any time and was soon assaulting him with a well aimed shower of whipped cream in his face. At some point, she dropped the can and attempted to rub in the white, sticky substance all over his face just as he had done to her with the gravy. All the while, she was laughing. In the end, she fought to pin his arms back and end the food fight with her on top, both literally and otherwise. "Hail to the winner," she chirpped, licking some potatoes from her lip with a grin. Fidatof Bochinsky "Eeergh..!" he grunted as he got it in the face, moving his head from side to side in a poor attempt to fend it off, but eventually F was left unable to see for the whipped cream, or move much at all. "Alrigh'! Alrigh'!" he wailed. "I suppose I surrender.." Not having a white flag handy, he went to wave the end of one of her tails a little. "You win. -But only 'cause you 'ad vuh better arsenal." he complained light-heartedly. That whipped cream can was genius, he had to admit. "Er, yes all hail Squirrel-girl!" he added quickly, in case his complaining would earn him more whipped cream. He then made to shove her off of him and stand up, inspecting the mess. "I don' fink you could've done a better job coverin' me wiv vat stuff if you'd used a dump truck." he laughed, wiping as much off his face as he could, sneaking the odd flick off onto her. "Fink we should clean up or.. do a runner and pretend like it wasn't us?" he grinned at her, eyebrows waggling. Antoinette Devereux She basked in the glory making sure to puff out her chest and look as smug as humanly possible while he was surrendering. Chuckling when he pushed her off, Antony stood and surveyed the damage as well. Whoops. "I'm just the s**t." Reaching a finger out to wipe some whipped cream off of his nose, she popped it in her mouth and sucked it clean. All the while she was looking as thoughtful as possible. "I say, we stride calmly out of here as if nothing had happened." Antony said with a poignant nod. "And then I ******** need a shower." With that statement, she craned her neck in attempts to see the jelly damage on her back. "But first..." The squirrel woman cleared her throat and gave him a healthy pat with the back of her hand in the crotch to squish the whipped cream around in any missed nooks and crannies. A cheeky grin was given before she stepped over to pick up her discarded sunglasses and slip them on. They were the only clean article on her. A smirk curled on her lips as she waited for him before heading out, and for the first time in a long time, nothing was really worrying her. Fidatof Bochinsky "Sounds like a plan, Batman." he grinned wildly. He liked her thinking. And there came the pat. He winced at the squelching noise, then shook his head swiftly from side to side. "Lovely." he said with feign delight. Oh he'd get her back for that. He went to retrieve his own shades, which usually stayed glued to his face, from wherever they had fallen and then caught up with her. As they walked out together he gave her a definite 'You'll pay' face.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 10:45 am
F and Maryke (his neighbour) exchange some odd banter before he steals into her duplex, where a challenge escalates into a striptease - Maryke doing most of the teasing. Fidatof Bochinsky It was late afternoon, and a warm breeze swept through the village, carrying the sounds of the breaking waves from the shore and the light scent of salt water with it. Broad streaks of sunlight broke through the delicate cloud cover, splashing on the concrete scene below, a very slight crystalline effect forming as light met stone, and giving the surface a heat of it's own. F paid no attention to any of this. He stood outside his duplex, apparently contemplating the wall. In fact, he was taking careful note of the intricate details around him, the nicks, ledges, borders, and changes in texture across the surface. He also eyed the stairs that led up to the duplex above him quite lengthily, before turning to walk around to check out the small balconies facing out from the village. Once satisfied with his inspection, he took a good few paces back from his duplex. A run up, if you will. Maryke Jimenez
Maryke had spent the better part of the morning and mid afternoon loitering around her duplex, putting small touches on moving things to and from to her liking. She didn't really have to and it went well with her the first time she laid eyes on the place, but she was bored. And rather then hang around with the 'animal people' she decided to have a nice quiet day by herself. The only problem with that was that she had become agitated and bored. The madame simply had to keep herself busy. It was just in her nature.
So when late afternoon rolled by she found herself trailing outside her duplex and downstairs before stopped suddenly. Oh no way...
"Hello....?" She called out, eyeing the man, instantly noting the overall lack of 'animal' in him. "You new around here or are you one of the sadistic staff members?"
Fidatof Bochinsky F's head flicked towards where the voice had travelled from. A spark was in his eye, but he managed to suppress a grin. "Yeah. I'm vuh Doc wiv suicidal tendencies." he announced sullenly. "Don't try an' stop me now." he blubbed with an over-dramatic wavering note. And with a sudden dash, F set off towards the side of his duplex, on a course to charge headfirst into the wall in what may have appeared to be moment of madness. Except it was only half-madness, for obviously, he meant to run Up the wall. And that he did. In one deft motion, his left foot hit the wall, the other found purchase and pushed against a narrow ledge so that, for one moment, he flew through the air before a hand grabbed a horizontal bar that supported the balcony, and the rest of his body followed. Once there, it swung back and forth a little bit, and a slight grunt was emitted from the man's throat as he struggled to find somewhere for his other hand to go. Eventually he gave up, hanging limply from the bar by one hand. "Hm. Well that didn't work." he announced confidently, eyeing the drop back to the ground rather dubiously. It was at this point that he wished he'd got his mitts on some shoes before trying this, and that being a little younger again wouldn't have hurt either. F briefly wondered whether they could do that here before deciding never to attempt being showy again. Maryke Jimenez
Oh great, a crazy person. Maryke watched the whole display with her own hazels lighting up in at first interest, then confusion and finally a wry grin crossed her features. "Stop you...?" She asked, walking up near him, but still giving him landing room, "Wouldn't count on it...."
She watched him a bit more, obviously assuming he must be one of the newcomers. Judging by his reaction he probably already knew about what fate this shitty island had in store for them. But, if he didn't...well she wasn't going to be the one to break the news. Save that for someone from the freakshow brigade.
"But..." She said running a hand through her wavy brown hair, "I'll take whatever it is you're smokin'."
A joke? Of course. Though if he actually did have something on him then the sarcasm would then be turned into a newfound offer.
Fidatof Bochinsky Another sassy one, eh? F shook his head as he hung there, as if about to embark on a 'Kids these days' speech. Thankfully he didn't, and instead dropped to the ground and rolled back into a seating position to right his sunglasses and rub his feet without complaint. He eyed the young woman thoughtfully from the floor, attempting to read her expression. "You don' strike me as much of a druggie." he offered simply, peering up at her with a grin from behind his hair. Maryke Jimenez
She matched his grin with one of her own. It was the grin that she'd often use to lure one of her clients into paying more money or lure hapless women into working for her. Of course in this case there wasn't a real ulterior motive behind the smile, so it could be taken as mere amusement by his remark.
"Hmmm," she mused stepping closer and turning her back towards the sun, casting a shadow on his form as she did. "And tell me...what do I strike you as then?"
Fidatof Bochinsky F watched her smile and step towards him out of the corner of his eyes before pushing himself up off the ground. Barefoot, he currently stood roughly the same height as her. "An arrogant dollybird wiv.. rahver large boobicles." he stated honestly, his hands motioning towards her chest. F was known for being crude at times. "You did ask." he pre-emptively defended with a smile, eyes somewhat defiant. Maryke Jimenez
"And you did answer," She retorted, not at all offended or abashed by the comment. If he was a deviant, and by the comment she guess so, then she could probably pass as Lucifer's fashionably sound b***h. "Good to know my first impression lives in my cup size," she smirked.
She looked at him and then noted he had no shoes. Some type of hippie tree hugger? Well, guess he was in the right place if the case. "Now then....since we're passed the formalities....a name would be nice?" She decided to offer hers first. "I'm Maryke..."
Fidatof Bochinsky "First impressions aren' everyfing, Sugar tits." he stated with a head waggle. "Markie," he butchered the name as he rolled it on his tongue, "Mine's.. F." he stated simply with a grin. "Not easy t' get wrong." "So. What brings you to vis neck o'vuh woods?" he queried, gesturing grandly with one arm at the Island in general, before slowly moving towards the nearest flat surface to roll himself a cigarette. Maryke Jimenez
Sugar tits? Well, that was a new one. She was going to make a 'I've been told I'm sweet' comment, but decided this guy wasn't worth her clever banter or flirtation skills.
At name butchering she merely quircked an eyebrow. "F...? Oh I bet that stands for ******** off doesn't it?" she snarked "I'm sure your attune to the phrase". Joke or bitchiness? Who could say with her.
"Same as everyone," she said waving off the previous topic of conversation. "I'm getting turned into an animal against my will, can't say what animal, don't care to know..." Her hazel eyes ticked down to what he was doing and instantly her tongue grazed across her teeth inside of her mouth, remembering that her luckies were still back in her duplex. "What kind?" she asked, nodding her head towards the cigarette he was rolling.
Fidatof Bochinsky "Stands for 'Fruitcake' actually. You can understand why I shorten it." he stated as a smile crept onto his face, unable to mask a joke like her. "You know, vat's a point. I never fought about what animal." he said quietly as he went to lick the paper and finish the job. "Gutter-cheap s**t." He said once the f** was in his mouth, nudging the tobacco tin towards her before retrieving his lighter. Maryke Jimenez
She grinned at his self given nickname and nodded once. "Well it sure as hell fits..." She didn't touch on his next phrase, thankful at that at least one other person didn't give a damn about what they were turning into. That seemed to be the topic starter for everyone around here. It didn't matter in her book. They'd all be turning into a shitpile of fur or feathers that was supposed to pass off as human.
She picked up the tobacco tin and catiously sniffed it. Gutter cheap oughta cover it. "I'll pass," she cringed putting it back down. "I'm used to the more....expensive.. supplements anyway..."
Fidatof Bochinsky Her comment prompted a grin from him, a little madder than usual. "Well alrigh', Missy." he said with a head waggle. "Don't get y' donkeys in a twist." he added with a chuckle as he noticed her expression. "I find vuh old toast-like tang quite appealin' meself." he clicked his tongue and allowed a puff of smoke to dance about the lady. He then turned back to the side of the building he'd attempted to climb earlier. "I'm 'aving anuver go." he announced simply, and shot off towards the wall. This time he managed it quite cleanly, and ended up on Maryke's own balcony. "Well, 'ello.." he purred, gravitating towards the window to her duplex, acting like she'd left something indecent on display, whether or not she had. Maryke Jimenez
She wrinkled her nose and waved about the smoke that had drifted her way. "Wonderful," she sneered, already becoming agitated with this man. She knew similar types. But, they were usually drug runners or simple cronnies of her newest friend, who also happened to be a vicious drug lord. But in any case, she at least knew how to handle them....somewhat anyway.
"Hey...hey...HEY!" She growled out, just now realizing what he was doing earlier and how very NEAR it was to her own private dwelling. She had left her window open, greeeat. Not only that but she DID have something indecent hanging around in her room. For starters one of her suitcases was propped open on her bed, exposing various clothing items and certain powdered 'assests' she had forgotten to put up after leaving earlier. Not that she was going to be expecting madmen to be nosing about her s**t so why would she?
"Don't you dare go in there!" she yelled, already making a dash for the stairs.
Fidatof Bochinsky "I wouldn' dream of it!" he shouted down to her, half way through the window. F knew of Maryke's type as well. They had to be in control. Once he was in, F was a little lost for what to do next. He just wanted to stir her up a bit, but he already heard her pounding up the stairs. F really didn't work well under pressure, and ended up diving for the bed at the last minute. When the door did swing open, F would be laying along her bed in a suggestive manner, one knee up and with his head propped up on his hand. "Pantie?" he said in a deadly serious tone as he held up a pair with his finger, offering her own underwear to her. Of course, F would never expect her to take his slightly odd bait, it was merely intended to freak her out a little. Maryke Jimenez
"Goddamnit!" She yelled angrily, still bounding up the stairs till she reached her own room. She slammed forward to open the door, but was only met with slamming into the door. "s**t!" She muttered fishing out her keys and quickly fumbling the door unlocked to then open. "You had better not be...."
"....." she stopped and her jaw dropped a little at the way he was propped up and....what he was holding. Her nose upturned as she shut the door behind her and crept further into her own room.
"Keep it," she should holding up a hand, not freaked but oddly disturbed at the fact that F' was riffling HER instead of the other way around. Hmmph.
"You want something else...? I got a few thongs...some bras...oooooh..." She walked over and dug into her bag, pulling out black and pink lingerie set from Victoria's Secret. "I bet this number would look great on you.."
Fidatof Bochinsky "Surely you're not serious." he said with another grin, eyes narrowed slightly. "'cause I will 'ave 'em if you're offer- "Oh.." he was distracted by the new set, "I do like vat." he said slowly, with a decisive nod. "So, are you going to 'elp me get into 'em?" he purred from the bed, determined to take the joke further than her. Maryke Jimenez
"Always am," she replied with a Cheshire cat grin firmly planted on her features. She was amused now, and didn't know whether or not he would take her bate. He did. Which meant that she would take his. Oh she was never one to let anything go without her having the last laugh. Though the bad side of that was that sometimes things went too far, but hey there didn't seem any harm in this.
"Oh...I'd much rather watch," she replied taking a seat on the edge of her bed and pointing out in front of her while turning back to him and giving off one of her little sultry pouts. "Now..strip for me?"
Fidatof Bochinsky It seemed F was equally stubborn with this kind of thing. He refused to accept it for anything but light-hearted fun. "Come now, Dear, you 'ave to at least set the mood." he complained. "At least dim the lights or something." he suggested, laying back on the bed, hands behind his head and a casual smile on his face. Maryke Jimenez
"If you insist," she countered, eager to get this little show on the road. Not because she wanted to actually see him, but she wanted to know if he'd actually do it. She got up and flicked on her bedside lamps, tweaking the nob until the light was dim before she turned off the overhead lights, enveloping them in a less lit room.
"Okay, go..." she said, getting back into her position and crossing one leg over the other. She chuckled and as an added incentive to get him to start she added, "Strip for me.....and I might return the favor..."
Fidatof Bochinsky F simply watched her for a little while. Was he really contemplating this? "Alrigh'." he said eventually, tilting his head to one side before swiftly pulling his shirt over his head followed by his jeans over his ankles. Both were tossed in Markye's direction. He didn't have a bad figure.. A little hairy (although this wasn't exactly unique on the Island) but not excessively so. It's not like he hadn't streaked before either, or been caught for it, and shoved into a police car bollock-naked.. No, this was nothing new. And it was for a good cause. Off came his boxers with confidence. Hang on, what was that cause? Why was he naked? Was he stupid or something?"Dashing, eh?" he managed, suddenly awfully embarrassed for some reason. Apparently, F didn't like to listen to his brain. Maryke Jimenez
Maryke's trademark smirk remained planted as she watched, completely nonchalent about the whole thing. All she needed was a glass of wine and a few of her girlfriends for this to be a real damn good show. But, she'd make do. She raised an eyebrow at his form, not exactly liking the amount of hair, but she half expected that so wasn't taken aback.
"Quite," she mused, openly looking at his parts. "But you're missing something...." She picked up the lingerie set from earlier and held it out to him.
Fidatof Bochinsky He shook his head in mild disbelief at the cheek of it all. But, he'd come this far.. "Oh but of course." F spoke slowly and pointedly, reaching for the lower end. "Jus' not sure I'll fit, you know." he slipped them on all the same before taking the top half and sliding his arms through. "Do me up, Lass." he commanded with a sigh, turning round for her to fasten it up. When all was done, he stood briefly and looked down at himself. "I don't fink vese are my colours.." he confessed, tugging at the chest area where he was lacking in form. "-I look bloody awful." he stated bluntly and without a second delay, he called "Your turn.", smiling once more. Maryke Jimenez
"I'm sure you'll do just fine," she said, watching his every move like she was a little kitten playing with a mouse before eating it. She got up on command, though in her book it was more of a request, and was quick to lace him up, giggling slightly when he lacked the chest to fill it in. Once she was done she stood back to admire her handy work.
"I'd have to agree," she said at the color remark, making a face at how badly the pink and back suited him. When he called out a new bluff she nodded, "Fair is fair....just don't take that off just yet.." she pointed to his ensemble.
With that she disrobed, never breaking her eyes away from his until she was fully naked. While he was hairy and rugged, she was hairless and well toned with a taut figure. "Alright..." she said waving to her clothing layed out on the bed , "Take your pick...." with a laugh she added, "Unless of course I'm supposed to wear your things."
Fidatof Bochinsky F honestly hadn't expected her to make fair on her deal, which meant this thing, what ever it was besides now miles over F's head, was still on. His jaw was slightly ajar the whole time she spent getting undressed. There was a naked woman standing in front of him, he'd realised. And she wasn't at all horrid, he also noticed. Living how he did, F had never had a whole lot of luck with women. Especially not women like Maryke. Despite the fact that he was currently wearing women's lingerie, this was no longer a joke for F. She had him hooked. "Wear my fings?" he said weakly. "Vat would be a wasted opportuni'y. Er.." he considered the selection carefully, "Vat's pretty." he croaked, eventually picking out a lacy black ensemble with grey accents. Maryke Jimenez
She loved this, loved his reactions and especially how she knew she'd probably be making his day right now. Women like her were hard to come by. Hell, she'd probably by making his whole life by the looks of it. And hey she did charity cases every now and then, well not did but she could work with this.
So just for F's amusement Maryke made sure every curve, every little nook and cranny of her body was seen by the way she moved around to get at what he'd chosen. "Excellent choice," she cooed, turning back around to him and slipping it on. Once she did she struck a few choice poses and then asked a simple, "well....how does it look?"
Fidatof Bochinsky F remained as silent as possible watching her slither into the skimpy outfit. This wasn't very silent. He couldn't help almost whimpering slightly and licking his lips as she did so. She certainly did now how to make a chap's day when she wanted to. "I' looks-" he swallowed. "It looks ********. So good," he paused to inhale deeply. "I feel vuh need t' remove it from you." he stated, fingers wiggling, each and every one excited out of it's own accord. "You do have Very nice baps." he added as an afterthought with a fervent nod. Maryke Jimenez
Maryke knew what she was doing. Exactly what. "You think so?" she asked, smoothing out the fabric on her chest with her hands, though in such a way that could be taken as more teasing. She couldn't help but nod and gloat with each of his words and praises. No matter how often she heard it or by who she still couldn't help but revel in it.
"Now, now..." she said stepping up close and waggling a finger back and forth in front of his face. "That wasn't the deal. You stripped for me and I stripped for you. Fair trade...however..." she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, staring deep within his eyes. "We might be able to make some other arrangements..." she began pushing against them with her body attempting to slowly lead him out the door.
"But you'd have to wear that," she said, nodding towards the lingerie he was still wearing. "...And give me a more impressive show...maybe some dancing....honey.. or strawberries perhaps..." Though in her twisted little mind she was thinking of more devious things. Other things he could do that required grunt work of a different sort.
Once she got him where she wanted him she casually pushed him out the door, albeit still as sensual as possible and muttered a quick, "Until then..." before shutting and locking it.
Was she going to keep up her new request? Who knew. At the moment she was just content with him being gone. She would have to remember to keep her window locked too from now on.
Fidatof Bochinsky F's face fell visibly as she waggled her finger at him. "Buh-" he complained uselessly, automatically clutching her hips as she put her arms around him. She seemed to have moulded him into a completely different animal than when they first met. "I- Whuh- Certainly." he managed, in response to no one thing in particular, not realising, however, that by ' other arrangements' she had meant at some other time. He then chose the exact wrong moment to lean forward for a kiss, and before he knew, she had disappeared backwards and there was suddenly a very solidly locked door occupying her space. F scowled as the door seemed to leer at him mockingly, and he let his forehead thump against it in frustration. So, that was how she played. Standing there in this woman's lingerie, F soon became very aware of what a ridiculously embarrassing position this would be to be spotted in, and glanced around him warily before knocking politely on the door. "Can I at least 'ave my stuff back?" he shouted through it. Maryke Jimenez
Maryke was almost done walking back towards her things, to finally put away all her clothes when she heard the door knocking again. She heard F's words and then looked towards the door to the bed and then down at his clothes scattered about. Sighing she gathered them up and opened the door, still wearing the lingerie he had picked out for her.
"These?" She asked, holding them up between her thumb and index finger for him to see. She grinned and walked up to him. As much of a greaseball F' was Maryke had to hand it to him, that was probably the most fun she had in a long while. Not that she couldn't make a man to do that for her, it was the added island mix, who he was, and the fact that it brought her stress levels down some.
"Here..." she said pushing the clothes into his chest and then on a whim she leaned forward and gave him a light kiss, "For the road," she murmured, after pulling away.
Fidatof Bochinsky "Cheers." he said dryly as she pulled away, a faint appreciative smile on his face before he turned away from her to hobble down the steps towards his own duplex. Once at the door he fished for his keys and charged in, hopefully before anybody happened to catch sight of him. "Christ do I need a wank." he announced to the empty duplex, removing the ladies wear before he did so, and at this point entirely unconcerned over whether the cameras were rolling or not.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 10:13 am
F meets Joli outside the cafeteria, and thinks she looks rather spiffing. Joliette Rigiel Joliette peered around as she left the duplex which she called home even if David was no longer seeming to live there. She hadn't let basically anyone see her, only two had by that time, she move further into the village debating did she want cafeteria meat, or did she want to cave to the Komodo's desire and instincts for fresh meat and find some prey in the jungle... She didn't move much cept to look back and forth betweent he foliage beyond the buildings and teh village building which housed the cafeteria. Fidatof Bochinsky F left his duplex at roughly the same moment. The particular desire for some waffles had suddenly struck him and so he now made his way through the village towards the wafting smells from the cafeteria. As he strolled past a large brown lizard, F's mind was occupied with wiggling his fingers in an air guitar-like motion, obviously concentrating intently on working out chords for something or another. His mind wandered momentarily from their current job however, and, realising large brown lizards were not normal things to be casually strolling past, F did a swift double take. His eyes were wide only for a moment, before a broad smile returned to his face. "Wow" he uttered. "If you don' mind me sayin', you look well gravy." he said with a hint of excitement, not considering for a moment the damage her claws could do were she not entirely friendly. "Are you lost?" he thought to ask, noticing the creature's hesitation over her direction. Joliette Rigiel Joliette's eyes followed the movement they caught as he passed, her yellow tongue flickering taking in his unique and individual scent, Never going to end is it she thought to herself noting he was yet another new islander. "Gravy... I do not know what you mean" she replied in her thickly british accented voice "As for lost... no" she lifts a hand tapping a claw lightly against her snout as if tapping her chin "Just deciding where I want food from" Fidatof Bochinsky "Fantastic. Awe-inspiring, even." he explained slowly with a grin, in a Cockney accent with a definite foreign tang. "You look like some kind or dragon or somefing. 'ope I get somefing smashing like vat." F obviously thought quite highly of Joli's odd appearance and he appeared to ponder this a moment. "Well. Fancy some waffles?" he asked merrily in response to her dilemma, nodding his head towards the cafeteria. Joliette Rigiel "I'm a Komodo.. least thats what my research tells me.. I refuse to ask the git." she pauses and surveys him trying to sort out if he was just saying it or if he really meant what he spoke. "as for waffles" she looked at the ground for a moment her tongue flickering as the short woman did so then looked up at him again "If you had asked me that last year I would have said yes... but I cannot eat anything thats not carnivorous, so waffles are out of the question."
She streightened the best she could and though before her changes she would have been a good foot shorter then the male she was still shorter then him now "I will join you to teh cafeteria though... by the way... I'm Joliette, most just call me Joli though" she said telling the male her distinctly french name Fidatof Bochinsky "Ahh, Komodo dragon." he rolled the word on his tongue before nodding briefly. "Vat's very cool. Bri’ish, too? How very fine." he said with a faux Queen's English accent and a cheeky smile. "Well alright. Big fat steak for you ven" he grinned, heading towards the cafe doors. "I'm F." he stated, pulling on the door handle and holding it open with a slight bow. "Most jus' call me F, unless you can figure out a way t' shorten it any more." Joliette Rigiel "Do not think there is any way to shorten it beyond that, even in journalism" she lumbered after him and then entered her claws clicking audibly on the tile as she did. "I am from Britain yes, though born in France, just grew up in Britain till I came here" she headed directly for the meat section of hte counters. Fidatof Bochinsky "You're- Well, you were a journalist? Heavy stuff." he expressed with raised brows, homing in on where the waffles lived. "How'd you find vuh trip over ven?" he asked quite merrily, as if asking an old acquaintance how their recent week-long vacation to Spain went. "I 'ear we're somewhere in ve A'lantic." he stated thoughtfully, as if actually thinking about it. In all honesty, he was deciding on what to pile on top of his waffles. F had become a huge fan of food ever since he'd been able to afford it. Even F could afford free. Joliette Rigiel "Photographic journalist.. I came here by boat, we are in fact in or very near the Bermuda Triangle... I came following on a tip or rather a rumor I heard that an actor faked his death and was actually on an isle around here... I found him all right, and was foolish enough to get stuck here too... and then this" she motioned herself, her lizardy form which was wearing a Gi top and a slightly tattered skirt and then grabbed a few raw steaks on a plate ad found a table to sit at, and a chair with no back... her tail was cumbersome and even more so with a back on a chair Fidatof Bochinsky "Vuh Bermuda Triangle? Where everyfing's supposed to crash and.. go haywire?" F made what he decided was a vague 'boat crashing' gesture with his hand. "I never even knew where vat was supposed to be." He said while applying various waffle toppings to his plate. The geography of any territory outside Europe was unknown to F. He followed the lizard to the table and set his mound of waffles down opposite her, quickly starting on the one with peanut butter dolloped over it. After a bite or two, he reached his hand forward towards slightly. "Can I.. touch you? -Your skin?" he asked unceremoniously, and with a mouthful of waffle. "I never touched a Komodo dragon before." Joliette Rigiel "I would rather never have known..." She rips some meat from the steak swallowing it nearly whole before replying to his request... Noone had yet asked her that,, "Uhm, I suppose so" she decided after a moment of looking at hte brown scales that covered her arm, and the rest of her bodyshe places her arm down ot eh table palm down her claws clicking the surface as she watched him Fidatof Bochinsky F reached to brush his somewhat dirty fingers over the scales on her arm. He then poked gently at one of her claws, testing how sharp the tip was by prodding the end of his own finger against it, seemingly fascinated. "Vat's amazing.." he muttered. "I mean, I can't say I'm entirely overjoyed about vis whole situation, but I have t' admit it's definitely a lot nicer 'ere van it was back 'ome. And.. ve animal fing doesn't sound like such a bad deal to me." he felt the need to ponder out loud before pausing to munch on his next waffle. Joliette Rigiel "I dont think it's amazing but oh well, not much I can do about it, as for the deal of being here, you may change your mind one day... I regret ever coming here... well except for meeting David, but even he has changed a lot too" She returned to tearing pieces of he meaat off her meal seemingly uncaring his hand was dirty Fidatof Bochinsky "I may well change me mind." F's nose twitched slightly, "But I'd rahver I didn't." he decided with a nod that made his shades slide down his nose a little. He pushed them up with a finger and grinned slightly. "As long as I got me mind and me music, I'm 'appy. Can't say I'm not even 'appier if I got a nice little tropical paradise to live on." he poked at his plate and shrugged. "But vat's just an added bonus." F waved his hand. "David?" he questioned simply, always one to pry. "Who's he?" Joliette Rigiel Joliette nods "I hope you keep being able to play your music, I know people here who have lost the ability to use certain talents they had..." she looks around still aprehensive about people seeing her most recent change, a change she could no longer hide even in the least. "David.. he's Chubbs, least thats what everyone here calls him, he's my boyfriend, I met him here... he's living out there" she nods her head towards the door "in the jungle" Fidatof Bochinsky "O'course I will! I'll play wiv me bellybutton if I 'ave to." he chuckled lightly. "People actually live out in vuh jungle? Why? Don't vey all have vem little huts with all vuh mod. con.s?" he quirked an eyebrow. Joliette Rigiel "He lives in a cave out there... uhmm I'm sorry I have to go.... This is helping but now I need to quench this desire to hunt... I will see you again I'm sure... Keep your positive attitude I lost mine around christmas last year and I dont think it's coming back... Bye" she got up dropping her plate to be cleaned and then disappeared out the door her tail being hte last thing hew would have seen
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:04 am
August 18/19th:
F gets friendly with a tree branch, and is subsequently rescued by a wandering vulture. Fidatof Bochinsky A warm breeze was in the air. Trees above rustled relentlessly in an oddly contented manner. F had spent the morning cheerfully exploring the jungles and climbing trees like a spry young boy. Unfortunately he was no spry young boy. He was a grown man. One who currently lay face down in the foliage. A pained "Nnnnrff" sound escaped his throat every so often. A few moments ago, a deceptively sturdy-looking branch had failed to hold his weight. An ominous Crraaaack had been emitted from the faltering branch shortly before the limb, accompanied by the Romanian, was succumb to gravity. A short yelp and a heavy thud soon followed. Although it wasn't from a particularly great height, to any onlooker, F's fall may have appeared precisely calculated so that his body met the floor where the pointed end of a small branch stuck solidly out from the ground. "Fuh-huck." F had managed to breath into the dirt, some time after he had realised that said stick had pierced his gut in a rather agonising manner and also after he had let out a low-toned, semi-involuntary "Uyaaahaah!". Presumably out of pain. As he lay there, F's blood attempted to flee the scene and his mind strayed, eventually coming to the vague conclusion that he had meant to do that. Kaveri Porter If an F falls in the jungle and nobody's around, does it make a sound? Apparently so. Kaveri was making her rounds about the jungle in search of some fresh carcasses to take home and air out before she ate them. It wasn't before long that she heard something -- something fairly large -- hit the ground from a short distance ahead. The vulture froze, craning her neck out and upwards to see if she could hear anything else before approaching. Surely, if one of the predatory Islanders here had just made a kill, they would be rather miffed to find a scavenger on the scene before they even started to take their fill! But Kaveri heard nothing further than a distant groan, and the vulture went on to investigate the source of the noise. Cautiously stepping onto the scene, immediately the smell of fresh blood flooded her nostrils. The vulture snorted and rapidly shook her head, the scent was too fresh for her to care... and familiar above all things, something that could be identified as human blood. She wheeled closer to the body, unsure if she should get too close -- yet another person she hadn't seen before, and a full human to boot. This made her even more apprehensive of getting closer, even though the man was plainly injured -- possibly dead, or about to be. Keeping a good, safe distance within arm's length, Kaveri squatted down nearby F and reached over to give a gentle shake on his shoulder. Laying face-down, lots of blood all over the place... it's eerily familiar to that morning she was found laying next to Aubrey. Luckily, this man had no bite marks that could be attributed to her. "You're not dead, are you? I'd feel awfully guilty if I tried to eat you if you're not," she said, a bit of worry written on her colorful face. She hadn't expected the fallen man to, you know, be conscious -- hence the complete lack of tact when addressing him. Fidatof Bochinsky Something touched his shoulder. "Arflaf-" the man announced weakly before engaging his brain. "Dead? No.." F mused absently into the jungle floor, disturbingly less aware of the throbbing pain in his belly. F wondered briefly if this was because the accident had never happened. But, after making a pathetic attempt to lift himself off the offending branch, soon decided it most definitely had and instead occupied himself with spluttering and breathing heavily. Kaveri Porter "Dat's good at least," Kaveri murmured, and then was struck with a sense of dread. How was she going to get help? Her intercom was still blocked at her duplex. "s**t," she hissed with nervous frustration, shaking her head, "s**t, s**t, s**t." Maybe the guys behind the cameras were watching. Maybe some kind of deus ex machina would come and provide assistance. The vulture looked around the scene for a camera or some device to shriek into for help. "Lissen," she says to the downed man, "I... I don't know what to do. I'll go see if I can't find someone, someting, back at de village, I-- do you have a duplex?" If she can't use her intercom, she was going to give a try at using his. Fidatof Bochinsky F grunted eloquently at whatever it was that was speaking above him. "Uh.." he paused lengthily, apparently considering it's question, before uttering a somewhat unsure "Uh, yes.." The man's head turned slowly to peer from behind a mop of hair at the creature that appeared to be trying to help him. It had feathers- vaguely white ones- like some kind of horribly disfigured angel. "Perhaps fly?" he suggested drunkenly to the angel. Kaveri Porter An angel that was, perhaps, run through a wood chipper. Kaveri is no messenger of God, but perhaps his cleanup crew. "Can you tell me the number? Is it unlocked?" Kaveri asked, strongly resisting the urge to circle. "I... I can't fly-- but dat's beside de point! I'm going to try and get you help." Fidatof Bochinsky "Mmm fifty- er, fiftyfive. Yes. No-" he corrected. "It's locked." F concluded with a small nod that seemed to merge into a head shake. "Vuh key.." he thought to add after a moment. He pointed vaguely towards his left jean pocket which was now underneath him, before hesitantly moving his arm to fish the key out. He seemed to have lost some dexterity in his fingers however and couldn't quite find the pocket properly, so he simply quit trying and lay there grimacing instead. Kaveri Porter Kaveri knelt close to F as he attempted to get the key out of his pocket. She wasn't too keen on moving him for fear that it would aggrivate his injuries, and carefully reached her two fingers in after his failed attempt to get it out himself. Successfully hooking the keyring on a talon, she pulled the key out as it dangled from her index finger. "Got it. Don't move, stay here," Kaveri warned, moving backwards before turning and making a break for the village, running as fast as her awkward legs could carry her. Before too long she made it to the village, barging into duplex 55 where she found the intercom by the door and jammed her finger onto '0.' She hoped someone would pick up... Ginerva MacFroo Ginerva had been having a frightfully dull day. And it had been so long since she'd really seen Dr. Duvert, let alone having been able to talk to him about his proposal.
When she finally responded to the intercom her voice reflected this. It was probably just another Islander with some petty little complaint that she would choose not to deal with.
"Yes... what is it?" Fidatof Bochinsky "H'okay you 'ave fun.." F had offered in a blearily singsong manner as the creature left him, just before his vision began to close in threateningly. "Re'mber t'give 'em vuh barcode." he added sloppily, and his head met the ground once more. F would be highly disappointed whenever he awoke and finally realised that his sunglasses had cracked in more than a few places during the course of that afternoon. Possibly more so about this than the fact that he had a shiny new hole in his stomach.
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