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 Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 5:29 pm
She was beginning to relax again as she watched him, his movements becoming ever more casual. She was glad that he laughed too, she could tell it was a good thing for him. She twitched the end of her tail idly, much more catlike than anything else. She had a habit of twitching or fidgetting when faced with just about any situation. However, it quickly subsided (not that it was anything but subtle in the first place). She noted his mostly empty drink, and her mind sprung to the thought of alcohol. It was much easier to get drunk when the lemur's body was accustomed to only fruits and nectars, with water on the side, but she'd built up a good tollerance since before she'd come to the island. Afterall, they started 'em young where she came from.
The thought of a drink was pleasing, but she frowned slightly. Was she supposed to meet Maryke soon? She wasn't sure. She didn't think she'd mind if she took some time letting a newcomer relax. She could tell by his tone that he was nervous of the walk alone. He mustn't have been here long. "A drink sounds nice." She said, enough verbalization to comply. "I should swing by, maybe grab a bikini..." Ah yes, the thought of a swim was also pleasurable. She stood, stretching her blackened hands high over her head and letting out a cat-like yawn, signalling she was ready when he was.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 5:53 pm
Lance stood, shaking his cup of ice in his hand as a reminder of how little a buzz he was recieving, to encourage him to make the trek towards the bar, no matter what may lie ahead- man or beast- in the short journey.
He meandered towards the exit after smoothing down the legs of his old Levi's, strolling at a comfortable pace in order for his new companion to walk abreast. Although he possessed the slightest of limps, he still had the undeniable, care-free saunter of a country boy.
He reached behind him and dug a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, skillfully drawing one out and placing it on the edge of his lips with only one hand. Replacing the package, he withdrew a zippo displaying a faded Louisiana flag.
"How'd you get here, Alexa?" Lance inquired, taking in a shuddering drag.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 6:16 pm
She slipped on her small pink flip flops, wriggling them between the first twi 'fingers' of her feet, letting the 'thumb' prop out to the side. She walked on the balls of her feet, allowing a saunter in her step, as well as making it possible for her to keep her shoes on without much difficulty. flip flops were the only thing she could manage now, but she hated the feel of dirt on her now extra sensitive pads. She noticed his slow saunter, as well as his limp. You couldn't slip much past Alexa by those terms. She took dainty steps, having a much smaller stride than her companion, and not minding at all. Her tail curled out behind her as she walked, admiring what little view they got on the way back to the duplexes.
She watched him idly as he took out a cigarette, making note of his choice of both the cigarette itself and the lighters emblem. Definately a southern boy. She nearly licked her muzzle at the thought of a smoke, but pushed the urge down. She was calm, she didn't need anything for nerves. At his question, she frowned for a moment, recollecting... or pretending to. She could never forget how she got here.
"I was tricked, like pretty much everyone else." She started, glancing up at him and cocking her head to one side slightly as she did, as if curious of how he inhaled. The smoke irritated her ultra sensitive nose somewhat, but she didn't make note of it. "There's another lemur on the island, Maryke... we were business partners back in Los Angeles. She came here thinking it was a resort, and when she found out what was going to happen, she was despirate to find a way out." She held back some details, like that they'd been the heads of a prostitution ring, drugs had been involved, and that the FBI wanted both of them. "After the first change, she went crazy and wanted revenge... she thought it was my fault she came here, so she called. I was stupid, and came running, only to get a stick in the arm and an unpleasant surprise."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 6:33 pm
He was only just slightly unnerved by the fact that he was being studied. He'd never liked being watched, as smooth as a talker he used to be in Naw-linz, because it always made him feel like the other knew something he didn't- and he didn't exactly pride himself on intelligence. Lance especially had no desire to be watched in this state, with his ears coming to a point, horns sprouting from his skull and fur lightly coating sparse surfaces of his tanned skin. It was one thing to be watched by cameras, but another to be watched by someone like Alexa... daresay, a friend?
Feeling thoroughly self-concious and trying to avoid staring at the lemur-woman's curious appearance, he turned his eyes down towards the path to the uniform duplexes. The word "crazy" caught his attention, however, and exhaling smoke in two streams from his nostrils, he glanced up again.
"Yeah? That's a nasty trick. Ah'm sorry." The rest of the smoke came trailing from his mouth. "These sons o' bitches. That's purdy much the reason I'm here- I mean, about the resort part."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 6:46 pm
She nodded, her eyes dropping away from him again. She didn't like to make people uncomfortable, but she'd always been observant, and most people were drawn to her unusual features... the fox-like upwart slant to her eyes, the pouty lips, even the blue-green with the brown ring around each pupil always seemed to lure people in. Even now, she knew her form was appealing, and even easier to maintain behind the thick yet flattering coat.
"Yeah, it seems Moreau gets most of his clientel that way. But, it's okay... the lemur lady and I have more than made up for what happened." A small smirk broadened the already somewhat elongated grin ever so slightly, subtly, even. Of course, she didn't expect him to know what was really the case between Maryke and herself. That was private, of course, and something he didn't need to know, just like the other details she'd omitted. "So..." she said finally, stepping to the threshhold of the duplexes, "I guess you can find your way to your room... I'll meet you back down in a few." And with that, she was off, up the stairs and heading not to her own room, but Maryke's, zipping in, snatching up a blue bikini, and darting back out as quick as a bunny. Maryke wasn't in, which was a relief. It meant she had time to help Lance settle in.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:08 pm
Lance mused on this statement, "Moreau gets most of his clientel that way" for awhile, chewing on the end of his cigarette with eyes rolled skyward thoughtfully. Any implications were lost on him, and he was far too busy enjoying the breeze (and hating himself for it) to be suspicious.
"Yeah, I can find it alright. Thanks." He nodded with a smile when it was time for her to depart.
He had no trouble finding his room, but it took him longer than usual to get to it. He could only imagine would may lie behind each of those doors, and, truth be told, he didn't exactly want any of his ideas confirmed.
The bison-man selected an Aerosmith shirt from his clothing collection and tugged it over his muscular frame. It acted as a second skin as he tucked it into his pants, but there were obvious bulges where patches of fur did not belong. After tugging on his boots, he was out the door as quick as he'd come in.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 3:53 pm
She stood at the entrance to the rather large complex, awaiting the bison-man's return. She studied her padded fingers, perking her ears at the sound of footsteps coming her way. With lemur senses, it was much easier to pick up traces of someone approaching than it would have otherwise been. She turned toward Lance as he approached, now wearing the slimming navy blue two piece, towel draped over an arm.
"Ready?" She asked, quirking a brow in jest. She had changed her sandals to match the outfit, and even her towel was an attractive shade of blue with lighter blue patterns throughout. She turned, motioning for him to follow, and taking the same leisurely pace he'd chosen earlier. She knew it was a bit nerve wracking getting around the island at first, and she really didn't mind escourting him elsewhere.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:11 pm
"Yeah, I reckon so." The man nodded, matching her pace.
Women, he thought to himself bemusedly - but with no contempt, however- after noticing Alexa's synchronized blue attire with accessories. Lance was the type of guy to strip down to his boxers and go running towards the nearest body of water without considering the consequences or worrying about what kind of scene he would make, or at least he used to be. Nowadays he was more concerned with who or what may be lurking in the murky depths, and nightswimming, had it even crossed his mind, would be absolutely out of the question completely.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:35 pm
She strolled along easily as he followed along beside her, taking in the surroundings as she did. The only real sound she made was the faint patting of her flat shoes against the dirt path as they moved away from the group of buildings and off towards the trail to the beach bar. The sun was beginning to set, which cast Alexa into a bit of a dream world, thinking of the amour of the whole situation. On other days, she might lay out in the sand or swim in the sea with Maryke (sans clothes, of course), but today was different. Today she was escourting a new friend, helping to set his mind at ease.
In a way, it made her glad to think she was his friend now. She had made a great deal of friends, and a few enemies on the island, and she had learned to be quite at home. She fought off the sudden urge to climb in the trees and search for fresh figs and other various flowers/fruits, only glancing longingly up at the limbs as they stretched upward to the canopy. Lucky for them, it was a short walk, and not much lurked in the jungle as the sun was just beginning to fall. At night... well that was a different story. Alexa had learned that most predators were nocturnal. She'd learned to avoid the right people... and in a way that made her more comfortable as they reached the end of the short jaunt.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 5:30 pm
He was already quite familiar with the study bamboo structure, and as soon as he was certain that no one else was present to ward him off, he sidled behind the bar to skillfully serve himself yet another combination Jack and Coke.
The awkward silence had left him with a dry tongue that stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he greedily gulped down an impressive amount of soda to quench his thirst before even bothering to add the liquor he needed to calm his nerves. Lance seemed to be taking in quite a bit of it tonight, but he still hadn't achieved the drunken effect he really desired.
It wans't until his cup clanked against the surface of the bar, creating a ring of perspiration around it's base, that he thought to look up in search of his female companion.
(( Making this ORP. Izzat okay? ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 5:53 pm
(That's cool <3)
Once the bar was within sight, it seemed as if Lance was driven only by the thought of alcohol. She sighed, laughing softly to herself as she followed a bit behind him, fetching up a glass and pouring herself a little bacardi. She wasn't much in the mood for shots, but figured one quick drink would do her some good. Taking the glass, she downed the liquid in one gulp, sitting with her eyes half closed as she let the warm liquid scorch through her. It'd been a while. She turned her eyes to Lance, watching his interesting movement for some time. Then, once his attention was turned back to her, she casually looked away, creating multiple rings on the bar with her glass and smiling all onto herself.
"So... buffalo, or something, they got you down for?" She asked, quirking a brow a bit as she didn't lift her head, but only her eyes with a slight smile. She never thought about her actions in these cases, but was always said to be beautiful by mistake. She let her sandals fall to the sand, her finger-like toes gripping the foot rest of her stool.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:11 pm
Lance hadn't, until then, felt any inclination towards flirting with this lemur-woman, but regardless of the fact that she had four pairs of hands, she was still undoubtably female... and he wasn't far behind as far as beasts went. The idea depressed him enough to turn him back to his drink.
"A bison." He recounted his few encounters with the individuals responsible for his present state, reminded of how each time the aforementioned animal had been brought up, he felt as if he were being ridiculed. The godforsaken island had made him more self-concious and cautious in a few weeks than he'd ever been in his entire life.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:27 pm
"Oh..." she said softly, pouring herself another shot and downing it quickly. She hadn't intended on drinking much, but for some reason it just felt appropriate to her. She was glad now that she'd built up such a tollerance beforehand so she could handle a couple without losing it completely. She gave a small shrug. It wasn't like she'd been thrilled when she found out she was turning into a lemur, but she had found out soon enough.
"How'd you find out? Did they tell you or did they make you work for it?" A slight tingle ran up her spine as she leaned over onto the bar, cupping her chin in one hand and fiddling with the glass in the other. She watched the perspiration build with each swipe, adding more and more moisture to the wood. She remembered her discovery... and wished she could forget it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:43 pm
( RPing Tristan at 50%)
Tristan had been up in the trees near the beach all day, exploring the hights and looking for new places to sit down and write. He was rather anoyed by the difficulty he had getting used to writing with the rather impressive claws that had replaced the ends of his fingers so recently.
Frusterated, he looked up from his notebook only to notice that there were some people down by the bar. Curious, he put away his book and clambered down from the tree to go see what was happening there.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:48 pm
There are few things about losing your humanity that, with out question, suck. The fur, the feathers, the facial changes, all of that. Of course, like every thing in life, there are always the occasional perks.
Marshall Green had yet to find ANY perks about being an animal found in sub-zero climates in the middle of a humid, tropical hell.
It had been only several days since his transition into a 50% islander, and his body had gone from dislike it to make him want to not even leave his duplex any more. Still, if he did that he would let the Scientist win, and the former cartoonist was far too stubborn to let that happen.
Wearing a pair of swim-trunks that still fit, along with his orange vest ,the feathered young man lumbered into the beach-bar, surprised to see two Islanders he had yet to meet. One of them looked relatively familiar; her being very far, or even done, with her transformation. The man of a sturdy build, however, looked like he had barely hit his first stage.
"'Ello." he said in a half-daze, slowly becoming dehydrated ********' heat...
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