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 Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 7:48 pm
"Yeah...just...heh...embarassing...it's almost impossible to take off combat boots without working hands," he says while positioning himself to stand back up. Instead, Tommy does a knuckle pushup. Surprisingly enough though, he does it with such force that he pops himself upright. He stumbles back a step or two, and at first it seemed like he meant to do that. However, a look at his face tells otherwise. He seems rather confused by the whole ordeal.
"I uh...wow..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:02 pm
Richard blinks at Tommy's sudden return to eye level. "Very impressive." He nods and then looks down at Tommy's constrained feet. They looked uncomfortable, of course admitting that he couldn't get them off probably couldn't be exactly a high point in one's life. "Do you want me to untie them for you? If you'd like to do it yourself, I have a pocket knife. Could you cut the laces."
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:05 pm
Tommy shrugs, "Well...let's worry about that after we get into the chow hall. I'll struggle with it while you get your food...not like I can eat anything there anyway."
Tommy brushes himself off and looks at his knuckles, checking for scrapes. He sighs and walks over to the doors of the cafeteria.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:24 pm
Nodding Richard follows Tommy into the cafe. He chuckled to himself, at the unreality of it. I'm having lunch with a vampire. This place just jumps from one bad movie to another.
As helped himself to heaping portions from the buffet. He tried to assimlate what was happening here, comparing it to the atrosities he had seen in his travels. The starving children of the Congo to the full hospitials of Baghdad. He couldn't quite match it up. While this was certianly more comfortable than either of those places, he was reluctant to say wether it was better or worse. It was a crime, a terrible crime but it was an entirely different kind of suffering he saw in Tommy's eyes.
Richard felt shivers race along his spine as he continued to ponder it. He pushed it aside for now, think about it later.
Richard sat down at a table with a heaping helping of meat and potatos. His chloresterol be damned.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:29 pm
Tommy picks up a bottle of V8 on his way to a table. He sits down gingerly, trying to find a comfortable position with his strange hips. Before going about the arduous task of opening said bottle, he first wants to find out about his feet. Using the small claws on his thumbs, he tries to start picking the knots apart on his boots. By the time Richard sits down, however, he has made no progress and seems a bit frustrated. "...you know...I used to be able to play the piano..." he says with a sigh as he straightens up.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:36 pm
Richard shrugs, "I used to skydive on the weekends. Then I got fat." It was a lame comparision, your not supposed to lose your goddamn hands but maybe youth could find a solice comparing it to a more normal loss of function.
Richard fishes his swiss army knife out of his pocket, opens the short blade on it and slides it across the table. "Don't hurt yourself." An admonishment.
He digs into the food before him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:50 pm
Tommy just looks over at Richard with his comparison. He wants to berate the old man for being so callous but stops himself short. He can't blame this guy for how he acts, no matter what he does...and he's old. Old people can say whatever the hell they feel like it seems. Tommy grins to himself and just shakes his head.
Picking up the pocket knife, he nods to Richard. "Yeah...wish me luck," he says jokingly. It takes him a moment to figure out how to grasp it. But after a few awkward positions, he finally finds a semi-comfortable way to hold it. He goes about trying to cut apart the laces. As he pulls, his long fingers hit against the table a few times. He perserveres and with one last grunt of effort there's a loud *snap!* and the laces fly apart. This grunt wasn't what it seemed though. An extremely high-pitched squeak emanating from his nose burst forth and leaves Tommy wide eyed. He blinks a few times and looks around, almost panicked. "What the ******** was that!?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:58 pm
Richard didn't hear a thing. But he did notice the Batman sit bolt upright and look around like somebody had tagged him with a spitball.
Richard shoots him a slightly concerned look. "What was what? Did you hurt yourself?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 9:04 pm
Tommy just looks around a little more before staring at Richard. The after 'image' of the sonar leaving him stunned. "I uh..." shakes his head, "that was the weirdest thing...I've ever felt..." he looks down at himself before going back to Richard, "I think...I uh...I think I just...used echolocation..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 9:19 pm
There wasn't much Richard could say to that. He was starting to reach his limit with the batman, whose journey of self discovery had not provided any information on the island itself and perhaps an escape path. Rather it was driving home just what happened in this place. The man was an unfortunate mutant, maybe there was real person in there but it was preoccupied at the moment. Richard laid down his fork and knife, not hungry anymore.
Richard bit his lip. "What am I suppose to say to that."
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 9:25 pm
Tommy blinks and quickly snaps out of his daze. Actually, he looks embarassed moreso than anything else. "I'm sorry...I uh...goddamn this is...weirder than normal. See I got my third injection a day ago and things just haven't seemed to stabalize," he says while picking up the pocket knife again and going after the other boot. "It's just...something you can't get used to I guess...I dunno...behind the pretty island and the free food all this place boils down to is the most luxurious prison in the world," he says, having some trouble with pronouncing the word 'luxurious.' He pops off the second shoelace, minus the squeak this time.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 5:16 am
Thank god, a conversation thread that might not involve a pity party for the man. While Richard didn't begrudge Tommy the right to complain, he lept at the chance to chance the subject.
Richard leaned back and stretched, his shoulders making slight popping noises. "Sooo, how this place work exactly? They let everyone do as they please until its time for these, injections? You don't go willingly do you?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 3:10 pm
Tommy places the pocket knife on the table but doesn't yet try and kick off his boots. Although his feet were aching something fierce, at the moment he just didn't think he could handle anything too else too strange at the moment. And by the way his feet felt, he was sure he was making the right choice.
At the moment, Tommy doesn't realized just what his main function is to this man. Being used for information and information alone was not something Tommy would have normally stood for. However, memories of being alone in the jungle for weeks come to mind. Not a singe soul came up there just to see him. He had no true friends here to call his own, and he is now desperate to make as many as possible.
"We're all chipped...you are too if I had to guess. They do it in your sleep. Anaesthetise you and shove a computer chip in. If I had to guess it's gotta be somewhere on the spine 'cause they can freeze your nervous system, or make you fall asleep with a verbal command. And no. I don't go willingly. You think anyone in their right mind would? They knock you out with these chips and inject you in your sleep."
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 5:59 pm
It had been a long time since Richard had friends. He had contacts and sources. People who he could buy a drink, share a couple stories and part ways but never truely connecting. It had worked well for the last nine years, he had lists of people he could call for a little companioniship. And he was usually much better company than he was right now.
Fear was dominating Richard at the moment and he hated that feeling. He had conquered the fear of death, thanks to his fatalistic attitude. Through out the interview with Moreau Richard had only felt the barest flicker of fear that was drowned by disgust and anger. However, waking up in this village alone brought in an entirely different factor. The Unknown. No fatalistic attitude was any defence againist that.
Richard would do anything to dispel that fear. Tommy had infromation that Richard needed. While he was sympathic to Tommy's plight, he really needed to know what was going on.
Richard rubbed the back of his neck a bit. "Another thing I didn't think happened outside of movies. Makes sense, couldn't imagine Moreau going on safari everytime he needs to see a subject." Richard managed a weak chuckle at that.
"Each injection is a change then? I damned when I set foot on the helicopter wasn't I?"
The peices were begining to come together, it wasn't a pretty picture but it was at least a picture.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 6:08 pm
"Yeah, each injection's a change...and you're right on that part. There was never any intention of you leavin' this place. It doesn't matter who the person is, if they step foot on this island, they're not gonna be leaving any time soon. Hell, I hear even the staff isn't allowed to get out of here," he says with a sigh, "this place is all ******** up...anyway...how'd you get here, Mr. Harrison?"
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