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 Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 1:20 pm
noticing the Nick's frusteration "oh? still, you have to admit, even being able to pull that off is quite a feat that deserves a bit of respect. Plus, if he really wanted to harm us, there are so many better ways of doing it. Plus, if what you've said is true, then I suppose its too late to worry about it, especially in your case so we might as well make the best of it." winking and in a joking tone "Though that doesnt mean that making the best of it cant include a bit of nitroglycerine, now does it?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 1:35 pm
He shocked, how could Tristian be so clam? While Nicholas had a complete and total break down, here he was, happy as a clam about his impending doom. The only reason Nicholas had come to accept his fate, was because he saw it as his punishment. But Tristian had no idea the kind of trauma he had to go through, what with the constant distance he felt towards humans. But he did have a point, he had to try and make the best of it, even if he was acting like everyone’s pet now.
“Maybe…I think…” perplexed at his last comment. He climbed onto the opposite side of the couch and curled up into a fetal ball again, and glanced over to the TV, it was still being used by someone else.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 1:54 pm
Rather amused by Nick's expression of shock that showed through all the fuzz on his face, Tristan pulled out the notebook again, along with another smaller leather bound one, made some notes in each and then passed the smaller one over to the cat-boy. "Something as minor as this is a walk in the park compared to these...."
Inside the little book was a collection of handwritten notes in ink, each describing unbelieveably horrible fates that could befall a person. Some being wholely fantastic, while other being far too achievable for comfort.
After letting Nick take a quick peek in the book, Tristan reclaims it and puts it back in his vest pocket. Chuckling he goes and shifts into a more comfortable position on the couch.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:27 pm
After reading those few notes, he could conclude two things, Tristan either had a very imaginative mind, or very twisted one. Most of the stuff in the note book sounded like something he’d expect to see in a particularly gorey horror movie. ”Guess things could be worse, I could be dead”.
It was one of those few times he wished the could fall asleep again, he couldn’t think of anything to do, the console was occupied, and his idea tanks for drawings was tapped for the moment. “Maybe I should go get my Saxophone, it won’t be much longer till I loose my finger and won’t be able to play it.” But the fact that all the songs he knew where Blues music, where wholly inappropriate, and won’t help matters.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:37 pm
Still amused by the whole thing, though slightly dissapointed that Nick never noticed any of the joke enteries in the book (they were included, since even Tristan couldnt stand to read through that book for without getting rather depressed by the terrible things that could happen)
Noticing that the TV had just become available, he goes over to the shelf of movies, grabs the copy of monty python's holy grail and pops it into the TV and settles back down on the couch.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:53 pm
Nicholas had closed his eyes, hoping me might drift back into a pleasant dream. Though, he heard that familiar music to the films very silly intro. He opened his eyes blinking, and smiled, if anything was going to help him feel better, it was this. He loosed up and curled his tail up and wrapped his arms around in, hugging his own tail was strangely comforting.
(This'll be my last for today, lets hope someone else takes and interest in the Rp)
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 3:08 pm
As the scene came up, suddenly Tristan started saying out loud some of the lines right in synch with the movie, crying "Just a flesh wound!" which drew some attention from others also in the room. Enjoying the movie, Tristan wondered what else might happen in this crazy place, especially seeing as it looked as if Nick had drifted off to sleep, curled up on the end of the couch.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 3:41 pm
He wasn't sure about this.
An awkward, tired looking man let his brown eyes search over the vicinity before him. He looked hopelessly lost, the sort of dejected awkwardness of one lost in an unforgiving sand dune: a slightly slacked jaw released unsaid words of insecurity, and still large, thick eyebrows, bent down flat expressed a cynical expectation of the outcome.
His large hands kept themselves busy almost indepently of the man- twittering here and there, looking for things to do while the other parts of his body sat idley by. They plucked nervously at the cheap, silver spiral binding of a black notebook that was tucked under his left armpit most of the time, but at other points, the right hand would find itself ruffling his already untidy red hair, rubbing the opposite arm, or fiddling with a black tie that was only loosely hanging from a white collared shirt. The left hand, attached to an arm that had to remain stationary for the notebook, had to content itself with plucking at the nearest pocket of the man's black dress pants.
He stepped inside, and looked around, his expression finding no lax in the modern convienences before him. His hands were back to playing with the spiral notebook before he briskly began taking steps towards the back of the rec room.
There he hovered, awkwardly. He would lean around, crane his neck, search for something he couldn't seem to find.
"Excuse me." He spoke up, unsure- not looking towards anyone in general, but speaking to be heard. He turned to the general populace of the room: those around the television, watchin god-knows-what. "ain't there-...isn't there... a chess board anywhere?"
Despite any awkwardness emitted by how he carried himself, his voice, even when tumbling into more demeaning speeches, was stable enough.
(hope I can join?)
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 4:09 pm
Tristan looked up as the new fellow wandered into the room. After hearing his request, he directed him over to the shelf full of games. Offering a pseudo-salute, "hey I'm Tristan, you new here too?"
In the backgound,the banter of the peasents going on about how being given a sword by some lady in a pond is no way to determine a system of government.
(feel free to join in, any threads with ORP are apparently open to anyone who wants to join in)
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 4:29 pm
Antony nodded at the gesture, and his footsteps passed over towards the shelf. He inspected it silently for a moment before reluctantly replying the boy's welcome.
"..yeah." He said gruffly as he pulled out a box that contained a chess board and its pieces. He didn't bother to say anything more on the subject in return, to politely introduce himself, for example.
Instead, he looked over reluctantly to the television, at the strange happenings of British comedy. His eyes followed the TV as his body independently made its way to the nearest empty table in the back. He used his free hand to put down his spiral notebook on the seat, so that, when he sat down, he sat on the notebook too.
Once sitting, he took a moment to pass a finger over his lips, as if contemplating. He opened his mouth and shut it, shifted in his chair. He finally spoke: " I see you're amused by ridiculous, foolish, undignified drivel. " a pause, "Enjoy yourself."
He looked at the chess game silently. There was no way he could concentrate enough to play against himself here. There was simply no tuning out things in his mind. The British Comedy would always be ambling in his thoughts so long as he stayed. But he might not be allowed to take the game out of the recreation room. Angering the staff, or worse Moreau, outweighed any sentiments he might have for Tristan.
"Could you turn it off?" He asked, seemingly unaffected by his earlier statement.
((ooh, I was wondering what "ORP" meant, haha))
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 4:48 pm
"well, I suppose so" Sauntering over to turn off the TV and put the movie away, still heartily amused by just how strange the day was turning out and thinking how if every day was like this then he sure was going to lead an interesting life. So what if what the cat-boy (whom he had managed to compeltely forget to ask his name) was right, it'd still be way better than having to worry about a day job and all the junk that came along with it.
Wandering up to the newcomer, "so what're you here for? on the Island I mean?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 5:03 pm
Antony's brow furrowed as the boy reacted just the opposite as he might have foreseen. His lips tightened and his glance darkened as the new stranger made attempts to become an acquaintance.
He had to play this one right. He wanted to stay and play chess, but he couldn't let the boy get too close. He didn't want to start a fight, either, but he certainly couldn't have this boy talking to him if he was to concentrate.
He couldn't lose this first move, however- this first encounter on the island. He couldn't be passive, nor could he be too aggressive, or else all was lost.
It was a delicate situation, fluttery and unpredictable...it was...
..Chess.
He began to lay out the board and it's pieces before him. The scattering of colors, black,white,black,white, a chromatic pattern of order to envy and love. It was a type of peace and organization he would never be able to achieve, but he could always be near.
"I'm here because I was trying to get away from imbelices, cretins, half-wits, and changelings." His bright eyes peered at Tristan from underneath a cynical brow, "it seems I failed."
He pushed a black pawn into place.
He then sat up, taking his notebook protectively with him, and sat down at the other end of the chess board- contemplating how to beat himself. As he thought, he rocked back and forth slightly, his hands twittering and plucking at the notebook. His eyes averted often from the game to Tristan in a most unsettling manner.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 5:24 pm
"Heh, well last I checked there were none of the above around here" chuckling "and changelings? why would you think you'd find one of those round here? I'm pretty sure they're only round in europe, though I could be wrong"
Taking up a perch on the back of one of the couches he looked on at Antony, noticing the glares he got in return. After a few minutes of simply watching, he pull out a notebook from his vest and starts writing something in it, every so often glancing about the room, taking in the sights.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 5:41 pm
"I was using the archaic meaning, definition, of the word 'changeling'. " He said without anger or much emotion at all. He moved a white pawn clumsily to meet the dark challenger ahead. He picked up his own notebook and stood up to return to the black set, but paused a moment to notice Kimari's notebook as well. He arched an eyebrow, seemingly interested, but said nothing on it- and moved on, sitting on his own notebook as he sat down on the other end of a table.
He repeated the same motions as he did for the white board: he rocked slightly, and looked not lost in thought but distracted all the time. Distracted by Tristan's presence, by his notebook, by the turned off television, by the very walls and floors and chairs and tables and florescent lights that hummed and hummed and hummed and...
He sighed slightly. A flat "fine, whatever,y'know?" escaped with the exhaled air. His hands ruffled his hair and rubbed his face.
He moved another black pawn into place with such force it made a " THUD" echo through the rec room.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 6:00 pm
Looking up from his notebook, and through his scruffy hair just in time to see Anthony slam the pawn onto the board, Tristan thought to himself Heh, a tantrum? I wonder what could've set that off.....he must be here for something a little less physical than I am. Too bad, he looks like he'd be a bit of fun if he wasnt so ......churlish?, yup that sounds like its about right
Giving Antony a 'I know something you dont, and its quite amusing' grin, Tristan quietly jumps down from his perch on the couch, ignoring the pain that shoots up through his battered legs. Drifting past the table, on route to a comfy chair on the other side of the room, he consideres mentioning what Nick told him to Anthony but decides against it, as he hadnt been able to confirm any of what he said, aside from the boy's part-cat state, but even so it was possible that none of it was actually true. Still, it would make an interesting story, something to think about....
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