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 Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 9:13 pm
Alec almost couldn't understand what was going on, the world began to spin as if on an axis he couldn't adjust to. He could remember the conversation on the beach clearly, defined by emotions and feelings that stuck out in his mind. But what was he SAYING? Freedom at a price? Freedom with one's own hands? Thoughts of the talk with Thom in the jungle arose and the picture was beginning to clear.
The irish teen lowered his gaze, silently thinking the hardest he possibly ever had. "But... bu' 'ow?" He muttered low, paranoid they'd be heard. Was this guy really serious? Of course he was... he was serious that time on the beach and he was definetly serious about it now. "C'n we do i'? C'n we..." He let his voice drop, intentionally leaving words unspoken.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 9:22 pm
Thoughts, ideas, plans, a multitude of different ways to do away with Moreau fly about his mind. Most none too pleasant for the good doctor.
"Yes, Alec...it is possible...we can...we will."
"Now...we need someplace as private as possible to talk. We need information."
Tommy had always been rather peaceful in nature, violence never completely solving everything. He had never thought that the end of a life was the answer. And he had certainly never thought the spilling of blood, (drink it down) the taking of life would ever become his first option. But never before had he been a guest of the good Doctor Moreau.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 9:35 pm
Before he could say another word, Alec seemed to find himself a part of this insanity. The insanity was not what frightened him, but the fact that he wasn't resisting. Why the hell wasn't he out of here by now? A part of his mind told him to leave the deranged man alone in the jungle, let him plot and scheme horrible things and cause his own inevitable downfall.
It was the other part of him that made him stay, however. The part that told him he was right. The unspeakable must be done, for the good of all and most of all, absolute freedom from this torture. Yes, the unspeakable.
"Theh watch us evrehwheh." He stated the obvious, unsure if they were watching even now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 9:41 pm
Tommy blinks a few times, like Alec, some part of Tommy can't believe what he's even contemplating. But Alec's willingness to listen just drives Tommy's unstable mind further and further.
Suddenly it comes to him. One way to communicate what they really want to speak about. One thing that they both had in common before coming to the island. Music.
"Tell me, Alec...can you read sheet music?"
.oO(A through G...the notes will have to do...maybe designate sharps and flats...whole notes, half, quarter...they can all mean something different...this might actually work)
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 9:55 pm
Alec nodded like a young child given simple orders. Despite the fact that most of his know-how had originated from being self-taught and learning on his own, he had actually taken the time as a youngster to teach himself the proper method to 'read' music. It helped him play better, perhaps it was helpful even now.
"Ye... ye a do." The reason why Tommy would bring up something so random though, eluded him. "Why?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:04 pm
Tommy begins trying to stand. He has a little trouble at first, mostly pushing off the ground with his spindly hands. However, once standing, he doesn't have much trouble with balance. His feet didn't change all that much, so it wasn't too big a deal for him.
.oO(C'mon, Tommy...Think...keep your mind busy...yeah, busybusy...gotta get Moreau...need help...Alec's my only help...need help...HAH! This is going to work!)
"C'mon, Alec...walk with me for a minute," Tommy says as he begins walking a bit, testing out his balance some more. Memories of the movie Casino flash through the American's head as he thinks of a way to convey to Alec meaning.
Tommy puts his hand to his mouth as if thinking. He tries his best not to shudder as he feels the tips of his fingers touch the other side of his head. And another black box falls into the well of his mind. Tommy begins to speak softly, almost whispering, covering up his mouth in case they can read lips.
"You know all the notes have letters, right? A through G? We can write to eachother, Alec...do you see now?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:22 pm
"Uhh..... ekay." Alec mumbled naively, gathering himself awkwardly until he was in a standing position as he fell in stride with Tommy. He was having a tough time trying to figure out the possible use of musical notes in all this but for once held back on his questioning and waited for an explanation.
He mumbled low, making sure his head was canted down towards his chest. "Write teh eachotheh... n' music notes..." It was like a light went on in his brain. Brilliance.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:28 pm
Tommy steals a glance at Alec and grins, "Exactly"
The cadet continues walking along, mouth still covered, trying his best to look insconspicuous, "We set it up through the notes..."
.oO(And it will be our symphony of blood)
Tommy pushes this last thought aside, quickly forgetting he ever had it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:56 pm
"Ye..." Alec smirked mischeviously, feeling the enthusiasm now. In light of their finaly gruesome goal, he was taking the plan in stride. For now it seemed like a harmless game between the two of them, a secret they culd share. It made him feel important, wanted. "Like n' 'ighschoo'." He added in, not like he ever actually went to highschool or anything.
"This'll be good." The future started to look a lot brighter.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 12:11 pm
Tommy too, begins dumbing down his mission to the right now. He does his best not to really think about the final affects of what he's planing to do. He is forever greatful to Alec though, for playing along in his little scheme. For without him, Tommy may just as well ended up as delusional as some of the other islander. With him, however...he's gone completely bat s**t nuts.
"No...this'll be perfect..." Tommy grins again and drops his hand, "I'll send you the first draft of the sheetmusic soon, alright?" He says with as much of a carefree attitude as he can muster. And with that, Tommy walks off to get to work.
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