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 Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 11:34 am
Arrival of the AviansSummery: Miller meets Shenzi on their flight to the island. They seem to get along for the most part. On arival they meet Dr. Duvert, a strange man with an obivous love for his job in the medical feild.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 8:52 am
[Reserved for the ordering of his costume for the party and other Duplex needs]
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 9:01 am
Where Are We Again?Summery: Miller and Shenzi head out to get some food, in the process they meet another islander and things don't go over so well.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 1:42 pm
** Indicates a period of time in which Miller missed part of a conversation in the RP Miller Milano Miller sat quietly in his duplex twidleing his thumbs in thought. The whole meeting with Nita still fresh in his mind, especially the part where she slaped him in the face not to mention the threat that he too would end up turning in to, and for the lack of a better word, Furry.
His mind continued to wander still, remembering that Sabin had mentioned a hallowen party, maybe something there would take his mind off everything. He got up walking to the box that had been droped off earlier that day contiaining his outfit. Simple yet effective he slipped in to the Nazgul outfit pulling the masked hood over his face and off he went following the sound of music to the big black tent.
Once inside he slowly made his way over to the food table he notted just about every one in the room was like Nita in some way. Where they all Furries? Or was Nita being serious about people turning in to animals? He counted among them a half naked man who's face looked like it was squished in a bit to much. A strange looking geezer with what looked like little puppets on some device waveing out his back. He nearly tripped over his own feet when he saw Sayuri's backside, a fish tail? This couldn't be real.
Finally makeing it over to the table he found that his stomach wasn't really in the mood to eat. Instead he found him self stareing at a some strange scalled guy... in a dress? Thomas Brinley Thom was well and truely drunk. If he had to spend the evening in a dress, then he damn well didn't plan on remembering it in the morning. Shortly after arriving he had kidnapped a generous bottle of alcohol from the bar table and curled up at one end of it, for the time being laying low and hoping no one investigated closely enough to recognize him. Sadly, his good fortune couldn't last forever. But by the time Miller wound up watching him from a few feet away, Thom couldn't have cared less that he was in a dress nor thought it odd in the slightest. He reclined back in his seat with the quarter-full bottle in one hand, glancing over to the 'normie' and fixing him with a slightly blurred stare. "What d'you wan', then, eh?" Sweeping the hat off his head, he set it on the table, turning his glare instead to it. "No' my fault, issit? Didn' pick th' ruddy costume, didn' even know th' wassa bloomin' party. But 'eh, issa party, 'ave a good time, righ'? Wha're you supposed t' be?" Miller Milano Scratch that, not only was it a snake man in a dress, it was a drunk man snake in a dress, was there anything on this island other then him and Shenzi that wasn't going to leave horrible mental images in his mind?
And to make matters worse the snake started to talk to him. "M-me? I just... I nothing I..." his mouth moved behind the mask but he couldn't find the words to describe the situation. "N-Na-Nazgul... from that that movie the one with hobbits and stuff..." Slowly Miller pulled a seat over to the table where Thom was sitting and sat down across from him. "You... you're like... that girl... Ni-Nita right? She said... she said things happen, you turn in to fur- animals, you turn in to animals around here." Thomas Brinley "Nazzgul," he repeated, lifting his eyes from the hat and brightening up slightly. "Lord of th' Rin's, read tha' again recen'ly. Good book, tha'. Saw th' movie once." He nodded thoughtfully to himself, attempting to dredge up a memory of said movie. It had been pretty good, from what he remembered. Left out Tom Bombadillo, which was bad. But overall good. Yes. He couldn't quite remember right now. Miller's words dredged him back to the present, and he quirked a brow, a toothy grin spreading across his face. "You're new 'ere, arentcha? 'Normal', shall we say? Won't be for long. 'Ere now." Pushing back his chair, he drew up one side of the dress, which might have seemed a tad inappropriate until it revealed his shortened leg, claw-like 'foot' and all. "D'you b'lieve now?" Miller Milano Miller nodded slowly to the snakes response, "I've never... read it I o-only saw the movie a fe-few times." Even from behind the mask Miller tried to avoid eye contact with Thom in any way trying to look past him and hold a normal conversation and ignore the snake man that he was.
"Y-yah, I just arrived two... two days ago..." He gulped slowly feeling his whole body shake, it was just like Nita had said. No way this could all just be one bad dream as much as he wished it was. "Eh wha?!" He turned away at first not sure what Thom was up to lifting his dress like that, but when he looked back it was no less disturbing then the action it's self, "Wh-what the hell... h-how? Nita said... said there was a serum they give you... I got a shot when I a-arive is that wh-what happens?" Thomas Brinley "Two days." He shook his head sadly, sending a glance to his short leg before letting the dress fall back into place. "Th' shot an' everythin' too, eh? Eh, you've got a few weeks, I s'pect. They'll give y'another for y'next change. 'Oo knows wha' you'll be." As if on cue, he lifted his bottle, downing another long sip of his drink before replacing it on the table. "Two days, eh... 'Ow'd you end up 'ere? S'been 'bout...six months m'self? Was famous once," he added, as if that explained everything. Miller Milano Finally Miller settled on the easiest solution, he closed his eyes and made sure he stared stright ahead at Thom as they spoke. "Yah... two days, some guy with white hair Dr. Sabin I think gave it to me. Said it was to keep us from getting sick..." It made sense how easily they could cover it up and make people feel safe and secure at first. "I came here for a job. I guess I signed my self up..." his head doped down realizeing what a mistake he had made. "I was takeing a vacation to the Carabiean, blew my collage saveings on it and what ever else I had, so I found a help wanted ad and now I'm here as a 'medical test subject.' though I know another girl who's here for a so called 'rehab' clinic." He raised his head again, famous? He sure as hell didn't look like any famous people, at least not any more. Thomas Brinley If Thom realized Miller was avoiding looking at him, he didn't care. It wasn't surprising, really. Enough of the present islanders were scared of him, and they had been around for a while. At least this guy wasn't running away screaming. His face darkened at the mention of Sabin, but he politely remained silent until Miller had finished speaking, lazily nursing the bottle of alcohol while he listened. "Well, the didn' lie, eh? Jus' didn' tell th' full truth. Ahh, Dr. Duvert... Without a doubt th' cause of my lovely costume t'night. I was pesterin' his 'pet'." He chuckled darkly, taking another sip before offering his own explanation. "Used t' play football f' Britain. Don't know if you 'eard about th' bus wreck? Back in May, shortly b'fore th' World Cup? Some'ow they snatched me from the wreck, an' 'ere I am, presumed dead by th' world an' likely incapable of ever playin' football again." He rolled his eyes and, as an afterthought, offered a hand. "Thom Brinley." Antoinette Devereux Many costumes had been considered before the squirrel woman had finally settled on one while smoking and watching Moulin Rouge one bright and sunny day. Even if the costume was pink, the 'tails' on it were perfect. It wouldn't be a heavy costume, and therefore it wouldn't be too hot or get in the way of her many appendages. It wasn't a surprise that she was starting to really miss the fall weather of Maryland afterall, especially with the added heat of her fur amplifying the damned tropical weather. Regardless of her and Anatoli's ideas of their own party, the announcement of a party thrown by the staff threw them off course. In the end, their ideas were stored away for later and that was that. As with most parties, Antony had already downed a few pre-event shots to make such a gathering tolerable. After all, everyone had been invited and the albino had taken notice in the village of the current population, a lot of them quite new. That many new humans and animal people in one small tent just screamed drama, and drama always was better with a couple, or in this case many, shots. Therefore, that is how the rodent stepped into the fesitivities, in a rather tolerable mood and in her ever so sparkling costume. No doubt, it was time to stir the drama pot for her entertainment. Miller Milano Even if Miller wanted to run from Thom he couldn't have gone very far if e tried. His legs had gone numb not long ago when Thom had decided to preform a little peep show in to what Miller could become. "No I guess he didn't still... how can the just do this? Nita said any one who found out ended up here, or was bribed... it just dosn't make sense..."
He frowned at Thom's mentioning of a bus accidnet, "I never watched the world cup but it was all over the news about some accident. So some one just picked you up off the street and sent you here?" Miller had yet to notice Thom holding out his hand and when he finally did it was a good few moments latter when he dared to look at the snake man again. "Miller Mi-" He stoped mid sentence noticeing what looked like a squirrle with to many tails. "You've gota be ******** kidding me..." Antoinette Devereux After a glance or so around the tent, she acutely noticed a baby blue dress that wasn't quite filled out as it should have been. If there had been fur, she would have immediately assumed the one in drag to be Vasile or Avery, but this one was definitely not mammalian. A chuckle that sounded more like a chitter left her muzzle before she ultimately decided to make her way over to the drag queen. She really didn't even notice the normal one, since her attention was almost entirely on the obviously intoxicated 'princess'. "Your costume needs knockers," she stated bluntly, eyeing the drink in his hand before rudely taking it from his hand and dumping it back herself. Upon seeing his face, it was hard to tell if she recognized him or not. After all, the last time she had seen Thom was at the soccer game, when he was still normal then. Thomas Brinley "S'a private island, innit?" Thom shrugged, picking absently at one of the sleeves of the dress. It itched. "Even if someone did find out, there probably isn' much tha' can be done. An' f'most of us there's no goin' back. C'n y'imagine me poppin' up on th' field like this? People would 'ave a fit. I'd likely be shot. 'Specially if I claimed t' be me." He shook his head, grinning wryly. "I've no idea 'ow I got 'ere. Suffered a concussion in th' wreck an' didn' wake up for a few days after arrivin'. Duvert told me I'd be goin' back once I was 'ealed." He quirked a brow as the bottle was stolen from his grasp, lifting his eyes to the squirrel woman. He frowned as she drained the rest of his drink, trying to remember where he knew her from... She seemed familiar, but at the same time she didn't. Someone who had changed again, perhaps? ...Oh. OH. He cracked a grin. "Tell that t' Duvert, eh? Damn thing wasn' my idea. Wha's th' name, Antony? Ow've you been? Punched anyone else lately?" Antoinette Devereux A brief expression of surprise surged across her features at his identification, but she soon covered it up in a skilled motion. Her tails, however, swished behind her in adgitation. Man, he seemed to have gotten the short end of the stick as far as serums went, -and- he must have crossed Dr. Duvert in some way shape or form. Unless he really was a fruit? "Funny. I haven't had the pleasure, unfortunately... Are you volunteering yourself Cinderella?" She gave him an exagerated bat of her eyelashes before setting the bottle down and grinning placidly. Her eyebrow rose momentarily as the young, normal male excused himself to the bathroom so hastily that it was as if he were sea sick. ** Thomas Brinley He nodded after Miller as the normie fled the scene, quickly losing interest in his plight in favor of the scantily clad squirrel woman... Even if their last meeting hadn't been on the best of terms. "Ahh, I've 'ad enough lately without addin' a black eye to th' mix, thanks. We'll save that punch f' someone else, shall we?" He groped over the table as if to grab his bottle, realized Antony still had it, and let his hand fall. "Stunnin' costume. 'Aven't any idea who y'are, but it suits you. Better than mine, any'ow." Antoinette Devereux "It'd bring out the color of your eyes," Antony offered with a smirk, nose twitching absently at the multitude of smells wafting about the room. At his compliment, her tails swished in a pleasant, alluring manner. "Thanks Cindy. I'm Satine from Moulin Rouge," she waved her hand, "It fit with my tails perfectly, and not too much fabric to add to the island's ******** heat." ** Thomas Brinley "Per'aps if my eyes were still th' color they should be," he replied with a grimace. "'Aven't seen it," he admitted, shrugging and taking a moment to watch the multitude of tails. "But I'll take your word for it. This damn thing's 'orrible, but I'm zapped if I try t' take it off." He paused briefly, glancing down at the flowing skirt. "...Wonder what they'd do if I 'altered' it." Antoinette Devereux "Alter it how?" The woman asked, a curious expression finding its way onto her face as she reached towards the drinks to pour herself a shot of vodka to keep herself occupied and pleasant. "Why don't you just try?" She suggested calmly. In reality, she wanted to see him get zapped, but he didn't need to know that.
"Was that suapossed to happen? The whole... tails thing? And whats this being zapped thing?"Antoinette Devereux Disappointed when there was no resulting shock, Antony took her shot back with a sigh. Her eyes remained steady on the snakeman, and widened when she saw the strange lopsided legs under the fabric. She couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, which Antony covered up with a fake cough, as if she had choked on her shot. "What are you becoming?" The albino asked warily. Her eyes narrowed as the normal one returned, and she turned to him with a sugary sweet muzzle. "Supposed to happen? Since when is a tail supposed to happen on a human hmm...?" In contrast to her expression, her voice had a sharp edge to it. Thomas Brinley Thom glanced up briefly as Miller returned, but almost immediately returned his attention to his work. It would be hard enough doing this sober. Fuzzy as his head was right now, he was sure it wouldn't be difficult to slip up and trim the skirt too short. "There're chips in our necks," he replied without looking up. "They can shock us, or knock us out, or a number of other things with a word." With Antony's question, his face darkened, tail coiling around the ankle of his good leg as he tore another strip from the dress. "Cobra." Miller Milano Miller glared back at Antony, "Well if where turning in to animals what damn animal has 7 some odd tails growing off it? Can't even ask a simple question..."
He turned to Thom now frowning and rubbing at that back of his neck. "Sabin only put a needle in my arm, I don't recall anything happening to my neck unless he came by over night and did something to me..." The thought of some one sneaking around pokeing him with needles at night made this all the more unplesent. Antoinette Devereux "I'd watch your ******** mouth kid," she sneered, upper lip curling to bare her teeth somewhat. "Maybe you should learn to respect your elders, especially the ones that'll smoothly transition to physical violence." A delicate smile returned and she reached down to give Thom's skirt a sharp tug to tear the rest off in a quick motion. Unfortunatelly, the back seemed to be a bit shorter than Thom probably wanted. Amaya Vaughan Amaya walked into the tent alongside Marshall, her arm looped around his. Wow, she knew almost everyone here! She quickly spotted Colche and Antony, whom was rather hard to miss with so many tails. Thom too, though... why was he wearing a dress?
Richard seemed to have changed for the first time and it looked like there was a new islander in the bunch. But thankfully he must have known about everything due to the fact everyone around him had changed at least once. Thomas Brinley "If 'e 'asn't yet, 'e will soon. Ey now--" But Antony had already ripped off the last of the skirt. Liiiiittle shorter than he'd wanted....By a good few inches. But no helping that now. Scowling, he reached for his cane and climbed to his feet, sweeping his hat off the table and replacing it on his head. 'Good enough. I'm steppin' out for a bit." ...Accompanied by the rest of the bottle of vodka, which he kidnapped from the table before nodding to Antony and Miller and limping his way out of the tent. Miller Milano Miller shrugged his shoulder at Antony, "Look all I asked was a question you don't have to get pissed about it. Your just as crazy as that red haired girl Nita." He noticed once more other people ariveing, this time one of them looked like the Penguine from batman, and the other was wraped up in a stright jacket.
He flinched slightly at the sound of fabric ripping wondering just how much of a dress Thom would have left now, and decided he really didn't want to find out. Marshall_Green Marshall looked over at Amaya, "Um...This is gonna sound really lame...Buuut...I don't think I know any one." Marshall chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. This was before, however, a scaley man in a blue dress passed the two of them.
"...You just saw that, right?" Amaya Vaughan "S'understandable, you're new." Amaya gave a light laugh, sounding like someone introducing a new kid at school. She watched Thom pass them, blinking a couple of times before looking ahead again.
"Uhhh... that was Thom. Don't ask me why he was in a dress." She cleared her throat nervously and started to introduce them to Marshall by pointing them out.
"The woman with all the tails is Antony, she's cool. The girl in the dress is Colche, and the older man is Richard. I don't know anyone else." Amaya said, urging him to walk towards the groups of people with her. Antoinette Devereux "Crazy?!" She chittered abruptly. "We're on an island where a ******** mad scientist is turning humans into animals and you're calling ME crazy?!" Really, where was the logic in this boy's mind? "You're a ******** idiot." She concluded simply. A wave had been offered to Thom at some point, but her main focus was on the wee dipshit in front of her since her alcohol had been kidnapped. Marshall_Green Marshall walked, or to be more precise, was dragged by Amaya over to the small group that had formed. Just in time to hear a rather angry squrrile woman in a dress yell at the obviously new kid who wasn't in a costume. Only here would this be considered "normal". Miller Milano "Yes I will call you crazy because your going insane over a question as to why you have so many tails!" He scowled again. "Maybe it wasn't that no I'll place my money on that Vokda Thom walked out with maybe?"
He rolled his eyes at the last remark, "Proably best Thom took that vodka, wouldn't want to see how cranky you get when your drunk..." Amaya Vaughan The girl smiled back at Richard though her snout was mostly hidden by the iron muzzle hooked around her features for her mental patient costume. Afterwards Antony's yelling seemed to command her attention. Oh dear. Did the poor guy know what he was getting himself into?
"Hi Antony!" Amaya spoke up once they were closer, hopefully to swurve the attention off of the guy whom was probably close to getting his face ripped off. Antoinette Devereux "Really? I can't wait to see how you react to no longer being human, but until then..." She trailed off as her hand groped for the bottle she had stolen from Thom, absently tilting it back to see if any alcohol could be gleaned from it. It was a lovely show that ended with a scowl thanks to her discovery of the bottle being empty. All of a sudden, she flipped it in her hand and instead of throwing it into the trash can, she opted to slam the side of the normal's head. "Well since I'm 'crazy,' I might as well act it now should I?" The familiar voice brought a smile to her face, and looked over to Amaya with a cheerful wave. "Hullo there," she chirped cheerfully, as if she hadn't just clogged some stranger over the head. Miller Milano Miller continued to ignore Antony looking the other way, a very bad idea. "You know what you can go fu-" he was abrubtly cut off when the bottle met the side of his head knocking him out of the chair and causeing a trickle of blood to seep through his hair.
He squirmed on the ground grabing the spot where he had been hit waiting for the world to either go completly black or come back in to focuse. "********... b***h..." he mumbled inbetween a few moans of pain. Marshall_Green Marshall's eyes were bulging out of his skull, and his mouth agape. Amaya's freinds were violent! "Umm...Uhhhh..." Marshall was speecheless. She had just taken a GLASS bottle and whacked it upside the poor kid's head!
"H-Hi there...I'm Marshall...Is, um...He gonna be okay?" Marshall said, his voice going up a couple of octaves from fright. Note to self: Never piss off the Squirrel woman Amaya Vaughan "Ah! Oh... my..." Amaya watched the squirrel woman clog the human islander over the head. Yellow eyes then looked back up at Antony, then down again. "Are you alright?" She kneeled down to the guy she didn't know. Jamal_Reedy "Jesus christ...was dat even necessary?" he grumbled to himself aloud as he consumed the handful of meat he had stolen while watching Antony smash a bottle into the side of the full-human's head. Granted, Jamal probably would have done something equally stupid had it been him the unchanged islander had been addressing, but Jamal had to struggle to lie low. He secured another fistful of cubed meat bits before drifting away from the food table and in the general direction of the assembly of people. Antoinette Devereux "-Now- you can call me crazy," Antony said happily, obviously satisfied with her handiwork. Tossing the bottle into the trash, she rubbed her hands together and let her tails sway behind her, relaxing once more. Watching Amaya for a moment, she sighed and shook her head. "I hate to say it but he told me..." Trailing off, she narrowed her eyes at him before leaning down to whisper it in Amaya's 'ear'. " He told me we, me in particular, would look better as a fur coat on Paris Hilton because we are nothing more than animals." Standing up straighter, she gave the normal a rather nasty glare before kicking him sharply in the knee. "I can't wait to see what animal you get you little snot." Miller Milano Miller groaned again, to many loud noises now, was the music always that loud too? He could still feel blood on the side of his head. At the same time he could barely make out Amaya's face as his head was still ringing from the blow. "Fsttthh no!" he flinched again speaking didn't make things any better.
He heard Antony speaking again, then a hushed whisper just before his knee felt like it was about to pop out of place, "********!" he rolled over again now trying to grab his knee and still keep a hand on his head to stop the bleeding. Jamal_Reedy Jamal quietly joined the group of people, though stayed on the outskirts in case he had to move out of the way fast, and listened, ice blue eyes locked on the unchanged islander lying on the floor. He chuckled some. "Bet ya don't piss 'er off again," he said mirthfully before popping another cube of flesh into his mouth. Amaya Vaughan Amaya noticed the ghost moving towards them, but for now didn't pay it any mind. At least until the blood finally reached her snout. She looked up at it and her nonexistant brow furrowed. Who was that...?
The lizard girl listened to Antony's words, a deep frown spreading across her features. "Wha...?" She looked back at the human just as he was kicked and rolled to the side.
Sighing, she stood up. "That's nice to hear." Antoinette Devereux "Only reptiles like you and Thom would be s**t like purses and boots," she growled in offense, red eyes narrowing further if possible. Her hands formed fists for a moment, and it looked as if she was going to add to his pain for a moment. However, luck was on his side, and the squirrel woman simply spit on him instead before turning and putting some healthy distance between the two of them. Miller Milano Miller would have complained about being spit on but decided not to, at least she was leaveing him alone for now. Slowly he got up on his knees swaying side to side. "Lieing...crazy...b***h..." He reached around on the table beside him pulling a pile of napkins over pressing them to his head with a hiss of pain. Jamal_Reedy Jamal shook his head some as he finished off his snack and inhaled sharply as the scent of blood grew stronger now that he was closer to the injured. He couldn't help give a soft growl; the tiger would die to have something freshly killed as opposed to cubed beef on a table. "Dat's ma girl," he muttered instead, watching Antony stalk off in a flurry of white tails, and considered just how charmed a life he'd lead if he decided to go over to her while she appeared to be in one of her 'moods'. Just how badly did he want to get in a fight today? Apparently this new kid wasn't very smart, because he started running his mouth as soon as he was able to regain his senses. Christ. The tiger settled his gaze on Amaya briefly, a flicker of recognition visible until his gaze averted again to see who else was around. Amaya Vaughan Amaya frowned deeper and looked down at the human before back to Antony as she walked away. Her gaze then lingered on Jamal, though she didn't know it was him.
She crouched down again, but couldn't think of anything to say to him. Whether he had said those things or not, he was still hurt. She wasn't about to leave him bleeding. Nita MacNeal Nita had gone back to her duplex to use the bathroom. Upon making it back to the party tent, she was greeted by a rather unpleasant tableau: A handful of angry-looking islanders... and Miller, holding bloody napkins to the side of his head. Judging by the pissed-off squirrel-woman stalking away from him, it didn't take too much conjecture to figure out what had happened. "Oh for ******** sake," she muttered, striding over to the group. Standing with her hands on her hips, Nita stared down at Miller. "Are you offending people again? Jesus." She shook her head and held out a hand to haul Miller to his feet. "Up!" she ordered. Antoinette Devereux The fur on her neck bristled and her tails lashed out behind her, "I suggest you shut the ******** up before take the time to do the Mexican hat dance on your balls." It was hardly an idle threat, and she glanced behind her to make sure he understood she was, in fact, serious. A noise that sounded very much like a low bark left her throat before she made her way over to another table so she could crack herself open another beer. Slow and steady wins the race right? Jamal_Reedy "She ain't jokin'," Jamal muttered to the fallen kid before drifting back towards the meat table, deciding maybe he'd wait a few to see if Antony was going to cool down or not. Apparently no one DID recognize him. He was certainly a master of disguise. He went back to snagging meat chunks from the plate, easily wiping out a good portion of it as time progressed. The front of his sheet was now more red than white on the top half from his messy eating. Miller Milano Miller flinched instinctivly when Nita brought her hand near him, not again. Though to his surprise she didn't seem as pissed at him as she was the day before. He took her hand and stood up slowly swaying slightly. He mumbled a thank you to Nita. He ignored Antony's threat continueing to try and find his balance and walk only to end up stumbleing forward in the process as if he was drunk.
He glanced over at Jamal for a moment wondering who that was under the sheet, he gave a slight nod to him before attempting to right him self again after his first failed foot step. Amaya Vaughan Amaya looked up at Nita as she came over, offering her a tiny smile. She decided to just remain silent for now. There was nothing she could do if she were to get between a pissed off squirrel and a newbie who didn't know when to shut his mouth.
She did, however, offer her clawed hands to him as he stumbled forward. Nita MacNeal Nita smiled back at Amaya and rolled her eyes in Miller's direction. "What'd he say to her?" she asked, wrapping one hand around Miller's wrist. Forcibly hauling him towards the chairs set up along the edge of the tent. It was probably best to get him away from as many people as possible. Miller Milano Miller looked at Amya breifly as she offered a hand to help him. He would have taken it had Nita not tugged him off to a chair at the edge of the tent. He had no complaints though. He fell over in one of the chairs watching Nita and Amaya talk, everything still looked fuzzy but at least it wasn't so loud any more. Amaya Vaughan "Antony said that he said we'd all look better as fur coats and stuff." The girl felt like she was tattle-tailing. She followed Nita as she dragged the still human back over, taking note of her changes but not saying anything about it. It wasn't worth it to bring up the obvious. Nita MacNeal Nita raised a brow and turned to Miller. "Did you? Because that would have been really stupid. Although, I guess that means you believe me now." She indicated her dress and veil. "See now, this is a costume." Miller Milano Miller rolled his head first to look at Amya then back to Nita, "No... I didn't... called her crazy... she was getting pissy because... asked why so many tails... she got snappy... I snapped back... boom bottle..." slumped down in the chair a bit resting his head against the back of it closeing his eyes.
He peeked one eye open at Nita with a frown, "...Fine you win... I belive... you..." he muttered before leaning his head back again. Amaya Vaughan Amaya continued to stay silent, listening to both of them before speaking up again. "Well how would she know why she has so many tails? The staff probably added it for shits 'n giggles." She frowned. Nita MacNeal "Wouldn't put it past 'em," Nita muttered. Pursing her lips, she clicked her tongue against her teeth. "It looks like the bleeding's stopped," she said, pulling the napkins away from Miller's head. She moved away for a moment to throw them away, returning with a couple of ice cubes wrapped in a clean napkin. "Seriously, Miller, you're gonna need to watch yourself around here. Getting smacked with a bottle is bad enough; you're lucky she's not turning into something really fierce." Miller Milano "I asked if... it was suaposed to happen, extra tails... she got pissed... thats all that matters... she's a psycho..." When Nita returned he took the ice cubes and napkin pressing it to his head again frowning. "Well she's certianlly not your normal garden squirrle..." he mumbled.
He looked at Nita again frowning, "Who's him... Sabin?" he frowned, was Sabin the one who did all of this? Amaya Vaughan The lizard just shook her head. This guy sure had a thick skull. "It's best not to ask people about things like that." She said, her voice the only thing even remotly close to being female. Richard Harrison Richard witnessed the whole scene from across the room at the bar and it was over too fast for him to react. Belatedly he made his way over to Nita and Amaya. "Is the boy going to be alright?" He sounded concerned. Nita MacNeal Nita almost laughed. "No one here can really be called 'normal.'" She sighed, nodding her agreement at Amaya. "A lot of people are considerably more touchy when it comes to questions like that. And no one likes being treated like they're crazy, or a freak." Nodding again, Nita continued. "Duvert, Moreau, Lockheart. They're the main doctors here, in charge of everything." A somewhat familiar voice asked a question; Nita looked up. Was that Richard? Her eyes widened slightly at the "soldiers." "I think so," she said. "Probably just have a nasty bump in the morning." Gallen Marcuss Gallen chimed in, "Oh man yhea. You got to watch what ya say around here man. I sort of...well lets say I got on the bad side of one of the islands youths for similar questions and disbeliefs." When he heard Nita speak of the doctors, his newly pointed ears suddenly twitched as he recognized the first two, but the third he had not heard of. "Who is Dr. Lockhart?" Miller Milano Miller looked at Amaya and nodded quietly takeing her advice, human or not at least she wasn't trying to beat the crap out of him. He looked up noticeing now Richard the older guy he noticed from when he first entered the party.
"I just got whacked in the head... I'm on an island being turned in to an animal... I'd say no I'm feeling rather miserable." He turned to Nita again, "Or haveing there fur pulled?" He tried to grin but the motion made his whole face hurt. He made note of the other two names Moreau and Lockheart. He already new Duvert was Sabin from his trip to get his serum. Gallen Marcuss "Richard?!, Greetings sir, it has been awhile." Gallen said from behind him, still trying to see the other people in front at the table, ad to make sure the young guy was ok. Richard Harrison Richard sipped his scotch, frowning at Miller. "Appearently some of the staff thought it would be funny to bring new people here right before Halloween and let them find out at the party. He's the second disbeliever I've seen tonight." He chuckled and shrugged, the senators mimicing his arm movements. "Cute costumes." Nodding at both Amaya and Nita. Adding to Nita, "You look straight out of the movie." He grinned. When Gallen piped up, the Soliders lowered a bit as he turned his head, the Black tentacles prodruding from his back were impossible to miss. Richard gave him a warning look. "Hello Gallen." The boy had changed but still sounded well... annoying. Nita MacNeal "Lockheart's pretty decent. She helped me with my meds a couple months ago," Nita said, not exactly in response to Gallen's question. "And thanks," she told Richard. "Even if Disney had Maid Marian as a fox, well, it works well enough for me." Nita grinned and patted Miller's arm. "Believe me, we've all been there. Except for getting whacked by Antony, that is." Richard Harrison Antony must be the squirrel woman. "Decent? Is that why she and Moreau are on the rocks?" He grinned and drained what was left of his Scotch. "But enough drama for one night. Could I get anyone something to drink? Perhaps Apsrin for you?" Richard addressed Miller. Yes the reality wasn't pretty, but Richard was really attempting to just enjoy the evening.
He started to stand up to head back to his duplex, but stoped to look at Nita again, "I'm... sorry... about yesterday... really... I'm gona head back to my duplex... I need an advil... I'll try and find this Lockeart and see if she can do anything... about my head..."
He made his way to the tent's entrance again, he made a note to him self. Hallowen was the worst holiday ever now. He turned back one last time to address Richard. "Bring the asprin by... duplex 77..." and with that he hobbled off to take a nice long nap.Nita MacNeal "I could use another drink," Nita admitted. Oh boy, could she. "Feel better," she called after Miller. "I just hope he's learned a lesson..." Miller stumbled back in to his duplex, by now most of the ice had melted and he let the napkin drop to the floor, he didn't worry much about it. Slowly he made his way over to his bed falling over on to it face first with a groan.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:47 pm
Miller slipped out his duplex again, this time instead of heading to the party he headed to the local village clinic, his head was still throbbing with pain. He continued to debate going back to the party. Maybe latter, after all it wasn't supposed to end till much latter that day.
Once in the clinic he was surprised to find only one worker, Delia, the same girl from the cafeteria serving food to him and Shenzi. Delia didn't say much really, she simply got the painkillers for Miller and informed him that two before he went to sleep again would help out for the rest of the day.
He curled up in bed again haveing taken both the pills, maybe in a few hours he would wake up again and debate risking the party again.
-=Latter that day, almost midnight=-
When he finally woke up again his clock was showing it to be midnight. Suddenly the music cut off outside his duplex with no announcement, that didn't make much sense though. He got out of bed not bothering to even deal with the Nazgul costume, slowly he stumbled off to the tent ariveing a few minutes after F just as confused.
In the end Miller tagged along behind Tommy and F exploreing the 'Haunted Trail.'
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 1:26 pm
Sid and Miller have a little chat about just how crappy everything is while trying to look on the bright side.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:02 pm
[Reserved for F and Miller]
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 2:25 pm
After his meeting with F earlier that day Miller caught wind of a fire being started up at the beach as a few others mentioned checking it out. In the end he went along to take part in a small game of Truth Or Dare... Link Here due to Post limits!Right around the point where Miller left the booze really started to kick in. As he made his way along the beach in the wrong direction he emptied his stomach in to the surf before slowly moving up to the tree line. Only to fail miserably and fall over in the sand. As his mind slowly slipped in to a deep sleep brought on by the booze the last thing he would recall is the sound of panic faintly as if it was all just a bad dream.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:21 pm
Getting To Know The NeighborsSummery: Miller finally gets his bearings enough to make it back to the villages, however he winds up trying to get in to Kikue's Duplex mistaking it for his own and from there things only get more hairy... Miller Milano Stumbleing about the village, Miller continued his way back to the duplex, his body still slugish from all the liquor he had taken in the night before. Most of the day had been spent stumbleing aimlessly trying to find his way back and now that he was so close it seemed a new problem would arise.
Time and time again he tried to turn his key in the doors lock mumbling about faulty locks. Sadly in his still somewhat hungover state he had miss counted duplexes horribly and was trying to get in to the wrong one. Worst of all he still lacked a shirt or pants having failed to find them at the bondfire on his way back. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue lay on her side on the bed, feeling, quite frankly, ill. The first night in her bed after spending the past few days asleep on the bathroom floor wasn't turning out successful at all... I'm coming down with something.. Then, she heard the rustling. The doorknob, moving. Slowly she looked over her shoulder, staring at the doorknob shook slightly, turning back and forth. What fur was on her body began to rise frighteningly. She pulled herself up on her bed, backing against the wall. Kikue stared at the doorknob, her chest beginning to heave. ...No. Kikue. Get control... It's not...Annie...She sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, but it wasn't working. Her body screamed at her for moving; it made the aches and pains so much worse. Was someone trying to break into her room...? Miller Milano Miller moaned quietly in frustration trying the key yet again jiggling the knob. "Please please work damn door... I just want to sleep already..." his eyes started to water with a slight frustration, everything was getting ******** up right now. People seemed to either hate him or accept him, he was hungover beyond anything he could imagine for the first time and he was locked outside in his boxers.
He knocked his head against the door now, pulling the key out before banging a fist gently on it. "Just ******** great I get to sleep outside again..." Yamamoto Kikue Kikue heard the knock. Her ears pricked, and it brought her cautiously forward off the bed. Moving silently, she approached the door, hesitating at the knob. Someone had been distinctly trying to get in... If it were the labs, they would just come in...they have to have keys for every room. That meant it was an Islander. It had to be. Nita...?Kikue's half-formed paw curled around the doorknob. She unlocked it with a flick of one of her claws, and pulled the door open a crack. She had completely forgotten that it might not be prudent to open it if Nita wasn't there -- she was in a small cami top and shorts...her pajamas. Staring out the crack in the door, Kikue's eyes widened. ...A man. Boy? Outside. In his underwear. Miller Milano Miller by now had turned his back to the door and was about to slump down against it and sob when it started to open. Was some one in HIS duplex? Wait what if... dear god please don't let it be some one elses duplex. He turned around to stare in just as much shock as Kikue his face turning red.
"Some one kill me now..." he moaned under his breath trying to scramble up to his feet, stumbleing and failing miserably. Still he made it up his second try. Now the trouble was getting his mouth to work. "I didn't the party lost confused I didn't please don't!" Yamamoto Kikue Kikue...just stared. Opening the door a little wider, she'd already completely forgotten what she was wearing, which wasn't very much...by normal standards. Her mouth felt somehow dry as she tried to say something to the person standing very awkwardly on her front landing -- "..." She tried again. "...help you?" she got out, blinking suddenly out of confusion. Then the pain shot through her...and a faint itch. She grabbed her throat, only to look down at herself -- camisole and all. Fur. Plainly, noticeably, fur -- it was growing. It was spreading over what could be seen of her stomach...reaching upwards, like a hand, over her chest and up her neck. Kikue looked up at the boy, her eyes growing very wide in fear. Changing -- oh -- gods --Miller Milano Millers head bobed up and down in apollogy as his words tumbled over each other begging to be forgiven for showing up like this. Still at the mention of help he looked up with pleadeing eyes only to have them go wide with his own fright.
His jaw dropped slack for a moment looking much like a well know hobbit when ever he saw a Nazgul. "You've gotta be kidding me..." he stood up now looking about in panic not sure what to do. "Oh hell hell hell." His head was throbbing his heart racing and this girl was wondering probably who he was while changing in to god knows what!
He held out a hand sympathetically to her, "What what's happening what can we?" correction, what could he do? He was hopelessly lost at this point. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue tried to get out a reassuring word, but she couldn't. The pain ripped words from her throat too fast for her to even whisper something to him. She didn't even know who he was, but he looked human, and that...could only mean he had just arrived some short time ago... She lost her grip on the doorknob, falling to her knees with a gasp as the pain redoubled. Her eyes began to water; the fur was still spreading, she could feel it. She touched her cheek carefully, feeling it there too. A sob caught in her throat. Oh gods. But she had only just changed. And -- The pain burned in her hands. She held them out in front of herself, shaking, staring while they began to grow...larger, bigger... The boy had mumbled out something. Kikue looked up at him from the floor, a look of pure anguish on her face. There were no words, and she couldn't stop it. Her hands still grew, stopping as they reformed...and the ache, now it was in her feet. My feet -- !!Miller Milano Even as the girl fell Cid's voice seemed to remind him of how much it hurt to change, they never gave you pain killers unless you asked. Sadly he didn't have any of that on him.
Miller shuffled forward as carefully and quickly as he could kneeling down trying to scoop the girl up over his shoulder trying to move her back insider. He looked around for help notceing her hand handing over his shoulder and his face went ghastly pale, it was growing and alarmingly fast though.
He continued to try and lift ignoring the headache now out of pure fright and panic. "Come'on up up come on!" He hissed quickly, damn being hung over, damn this island and damn his lack of typical jock head strength expected of men! He did his best though trying to guide her to the bed though. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue couldn't walk. She stumbled, trying to somehow help in guiding herself wherever she was even going -- the pain felt like someone was hammering mallots against them. Tears were streaming down her face; she could already feel them growing...growing... growing. The couldn't coordinate her own legs anymore; she tripped over what had once, at least, looked vaguely like human feet...but not anymore. I'm changing, I'm changing -- It was a litany laced with panic playing over and over again in her brain. I'm changing oh gods I'm changing I --An feline-like yowl burst from her mouth as her feet continued to stretch, only stopping to widen and thicken and...fur, fur that she could feel with a faint itch, spreading heavily across them. And then she felt the pain in the base of her spine. NO --Miller Milano Miller's eye where locked in wide panic, his face a grim stone carving of determination and pure horror. Leaning against him he could feel her fur coming in on her where he used to feel flesh. The sensation couldn't be described as anything less then disturbing and unatural.
Carefully he placed her on the bed hearing something like a crack as her spine changed, carefully he looked over noticeing the forming of a tail, he started to mumble unaware of it, "Jesus Christ getting longer... ********..." He reached over holding her face still by the cheeks, "Stay here just... just don't move I'll I'll be right back!"
He ran to her bathroom, shoving the door aside, morphine, painkillers, hell even a simple Advil would be a blessing right now if he could find some. He learned the hard way that none was present, and his own medication wasn't on him for the bashing of the glass bottle.
He turned back running in to the room on the verge of hysteria, "I'm sorry! There's nothing no pain killers, Advil!" He looked about the room something anything here that could help her. Yamamoto Kikue She was back on the bed, she could barely register it. Her feet and hands were pounding with pain, but she couldn't feel them getting any better. It the pain at the back -- behind her -- and it pushed, it twisted -- her tail began to grow. Longer. Longer, down to her feet. Her back arched to make room for it; she was crying shamelessly from the sheer ripping pain slamming onto all sides of her body. Somehow her hand -- no, paw, it wasn't even close to a hand anymore -- reached down and touched the newly formed tail; feeling the fur on it thicken even more. She could sense it; could feel how long it was. Her ears were ringing. No -- they were aching. Kikue's face twisted into a look somewhere between anguish and horror; she clamped her still-sore paws down on her ears, but it didn't matter. They were getting bigger, pushing at her hands, filling with more sensitive fur. She could hear the boy saying things to her; talking about painkillers. "I don't have any medicine," she tried to say, but the words were garbled with tears and her heavy breaths as she struggled to breathe as calmly as possible. She failed miserably. The stretching of her ears kept going for a few seconds longer, until the pain shifted again. The imaginary man with the mallot had just took a swing and planted the hammer right into the middle of her face. She gasped, shoving her large paws over her mouth and eyes. Miller Milano Miller continued to look about his mind raceing and failing horribly. He couldn't think of anything to do for her really other then try to support her.
He leaned over the edge of the bed making hushing sounds, what ever she just tried to say to him came out as sobs and deep breaths, part of him was afraid she was dieing, it couldn't be though, it was one of those transformations he was told about and nothing more. He hoped.
As her hands shot up to her mouth he carefully reached down taking a hand or rather a paw in his hand shhsing again squeezing it gently. "Squeeze, please hold on it's going to end it's going too!" He too started to cry now afraid, for her, for him self, and any one on the island right now. Yamamoto Kikue "My frrrace," Kikue barely got out. It was already happening. The paw that the boy wasn't grasping was being pushed out of the way. She shut her eyes tightly, her chest heaving. No no no no no --She couldn't stop it. Right beneath her paw, her nose pushed out from her face, the moist tip pressing against the pads of what was once her hand. Instinctively she pulled away from it, to be able to breathe...then she could see it, filling out the space below her eyes. It pushed forward, her whole jaw realigning...the large teeth compensating, being pulled to fill her mouth better. The fur rippled across her muzzle, itchy and thick. With faint pinpricks of pain, she could see the whiskers growing from out of the fur ringing her face. And elsewhere -- growing, longer and longer. There had only been a few before, but now there were so many more. They twitched painfully. ...There was no pain that came with it, but the hair in her eyes seemed to change just like everything else. She didn't know what was happening to it, until she remembered what the rest of her hair looked like...bleached in patches, and now...now it was probably... The rush of the pain ebbed away. Kikue sunk into the pillow and the blankets of the bed, staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes. Miller Milano Miller shook his head shivering quietly as she managed to blurt out her complaint, he reached down carefully inspecting the face as it changed slowly, and his opinion it looked horribly painful.
"No shh please don't no..." he bit his lip continuing to squeeze her hand more for him self now then her preying this horror would end. At the same time her eyes and hair changed sending another shiver down his spine, but what truely scared him was how she suddenly grew still, how she seemed to stare hopelessly up to the ceiling her strange new eyes glassy and dazed looking.
"No.. no... no please don't no!" his finger trembling he felt gently around her neck trying to feel a pulse but all the shaking made such a task near impossible for him to complete. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue felt the hand shakily being pressed against her neck. With her changed ears, sounds were even more sensitive...but it was as if she couldn't hear anything; everything was white noise. The...warmth. Her nose sniffed tentatively. Her eyes flashed, and without warning -- her mind screaming THREAT -- she balled up on the bed, twisting to launch herself clear off it and...right onto the enemy. With a crash, they hit the floor, and Kikue stood on all-fours over him, pinning him down. Her chest heaving, teeth bared in a snarl, she bore holes right into the enemy. She could take him. He was weak. She had control; she was over him and could end it -- Her newly formed mouth slowly fell open. She began to shake as her muscles went slack. She pulled back immediately, looking horrified. "I'mm sorrry," she got out, her new muzzle and changed teeth garbling her words. "I'mm sorrry," she said again, whispering hoarsely. Tears welled up and began pouring down her face. It was like the mess hall, when she'd bit that man -- it had just happened -- Kikue tried to pull herself back onto the bed, but what strength she had had to get off it had drained away. She dug her claws into the covers, crying and trying to focus on one thing at a time. There was a boy in her room that she had just flung to the floor like she was going to kill him. Her whole body hurt. Could this possibly get any worse? Miller Milano Miler started to pull back as she moved realizeing she was okay only to scream in fright as he was laucnhed off the bed. He hit the floor screaming in fright.
The once semi innocent looking face so filled with pain now stared down at him in hunger and hate ready to kill him, all he could do was cry. He continued to cry till she finally let him go and he curled up in his own fetal form.
After a moment of sobs he slowly got up backing away to a corner, "I just... I just tried to help... I'm sorry..." he got out inbetween sobs of fear and confusion. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue's heart just about broke watching the boy retreat from her, terrified. She struggled to be able to stand, but her feet would not work. "Iss not yourrr faulrt," she got out painfully, her own tears streaming down her face. She put a paw on the floor, wanting to simply launch herself onto it and cry until there was nothing left of her. It was just like the mess hall, no this was worse, at least that man had tried to pound her back, this was so much worse... "Imm sorrry," she cried pitifully. "Iss instinctss that'r make me do'r it..." She put a large paw over her face in utter shame, looking away from him and just burying her face in the sheet hanging over the bed. "Imma sorrry..." Miller Milano Miller looked up from his corner again watching the poor girl, the leapord, shake and weep just as much as he was. Carefully he picked him self up moveing slowly back over to her.
Slowly he placed a hand on her shoulder pulling back almost afraid she might turn on him. He did the only thing that came to mind in his instinct was to hold on to her and cry. He did just that, he cried at how stupid he was to run off and waste his money, for being a smart a** and pissing Antony off, for drinking like he did, for everything he did wrong since he got here. Yamamoto Kikue The closeness surprised Kikue, as it almost always did -- all of the times when Nita had freely hugged her, Kikue had been taken aback for just the briefest of seconds. Now she was again...except even more so than she had been before. Turning her head, she could see him crying. Suddenly, her own tears felt silly. She was, at the very least, glad that he was not too afraid to come back over. But she had to slow her own emotions, her ears moving. "Her'y..." she said, turning her changed face to him. "It'sss okay." She forced a tearful smile. She couldn't tell if it was fear of her that was creating all the tears. Her whole body ached, but it dawned on her what it must be like...to only watch. Like so long ago...to watch, and know it was coming. For you. And that it was all real... Her expression crumpled. 'It's okay' sounded as hollow now as it had when she had said it to Nita on Halloween night... Frowning sadly, Kikue's eyes fell against her fur. What a mess all of this was. Miller Milano Slowly the tears stopped, he slowly let go of the younger girl getting up slowly. True the words seemed hollow but the fact that some one at least tried to soften the pain of being here made it worth at least something.
He sat on the bed massaging his forehead slowly and drying his eyes at the same time, his headache coming back now. "I can... I can go home if you want it was a mistake I'm sorry I shouldn't be here..." he mumbled quietly. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue watched him, her ears drooping. She stood up carefully, wobbling a little on her newly-formed feet. They felt large and strange. She crossed her paws over each other, looking at him on the bed and feeling only pity for him. She felt so badly, knowing that she had to have felt the same way before...so long ago... She turned around, her back to him for a few seconds. Moving slowly, she went to her closet, opening the door. Inside clothes hung on hangers, neatly pressed. Kikue shoved the hangers around with her aching paw, pulling a garment off of one and going back up to the boy. She held out the clothing to him. "This is a girl's yukata, but I don't think it will matter." She pulled it open and draped it over his shoulders, hoping that at least that would make up for something. But she couldn't stay on her feet. The pain was still pounding in them. She sat down on the bed, very slowly, trying to be careful. It didn't matter...everything hurt. Her tail instinctively moved, and the pain shot up it and into her spine. She gripped the blankets with her claws, clenching her teeth, like she had just tried to sink into a bath that was much too hot. Anything was better than standing. Miller Milano Miller sat quietly awaiting her choice to kick him out, he felt akward sitting near naked like this in her presence after everything had passed, his headache only made him more uncomfortable.
He looked up as she draped the yukata over his shoulders, he tugged it closer around him self nodding quietly, "Bettern then wandering around in your boxers..." He watched her as she clawed at the bed and frowned, "I think... I might have some painkillers left in my duplex... 77, I'm not much bigger then you so one pill should help..." he paused not sure what to say, help with your new massive claws? Your tail? Ears? Face? Would anything even really help? Yamamoto Kikue Kikue forced a smile. "It's okay," she said, her voice still a little garbled but already sounding more clear. "It'll go away over the next few days...I don't usually...take medicine..." She was able to ease herself fully into a sitting position on the bed, putting her paws on her knees. She gave the boy a sympathetic look. "Sorry...about...this whole thing..." It was like some kind of joke. She had felt off all day... Last night...or yesterday. Somehow. They must have injected me...Kikue realized she hadn't even introduced herself yet. "...My name is Kikue," she said. Duplex 77? He's new...gods how many people are on this Island?Miller Milano Miller nodded quietly, "Alright... I suapose I should just save those pills for latter..." he didn't even want to think of later all that much. "No don't be it's all my fault, if I wasn't a complete idiot and hadn't gone to that stupid beach party and drank like that I would have never stumbled around here like an idiot."
He slipped a hand out of the yukata holding it out to Kikue, "Miller Milano." he said with a small smile, "I'm sorry I er... tried to enter your duplex... I must have miss counted which one I was at." Yamamoto Kikue Kikue broke into a genuine smile. She held out a large paw, taking Miller's hand and shaking it. "It's all right...I thought you might be Nita...I've been in here for days..." Her expression dropped, but she forced her ears to p***k back up. "Beach party?" she asked. She didn't even know what day it was. Had it happened before or after Halloween...? Everything seemed tied to that fateful day. She tried not to let the pain get to her too much. It was hard to ignore, but she tried. Miller Milano Miller couldn't help but think of shakeing a dogs paw right now, however it was far from it. This hand was actually a girls hand now turned in to a paw that easily seemed to dwarf his own hand.
"Oh god Nita, she was THERE." He fell back on the bed moaning, "God please let her not have looked!" He thumped his head twice before continueing on to explain the party, the whole incident with him being drunk and taking the foolish dare from Oz that would ultimatly lead to where he was now.
"I can't believe I even did that..." he massaged his forehead gently. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue's ear flicked back up immediately. "Nita...? She was there?" Her eyes widened. "...Was she all right?" It had taken place after Halloween, hadn't it? Kikue felt a pang of guilt and worry. I haven't been okay...but I... Halloween was so fresh in her mind. She had been sitting on the floor in her bathroom, crying on and off all these days since that time. Eating there. Sleeping there. She couldn't even think. But she couldn't help a smile when she heard about Miller's dare. She didn't know everyone he was talking about, but at least it sounded like fun...somehow... "I...can't believe I jumped on top of you like that," Kikue said, offering her own bit of insanity up for grabs. Okay...maybe I can believe it...after the mess hall I wil believe just about anything...Miller Milano Milled nodded, "Yah she was fine minus the whole people learning she was ah gay... poor horse man seemed pretty upset about that." He tilted his head noticeing she seemed worried again.
"I honestly can't either but then again I just watched your face turn in to a muzzle and fur take the place of flesh soooo I kinda think I have to belive it." He shifted slightly feeling out of place still, normal among people who where far from it by now. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue's eyes about bugged out of her new skull. "She's...what?" It wasn't something that would strike her as necessarily wrong, but she hadn't thought it at all up until right now. Nita? Liked...girls? Kikue blinked a few times, doing it so hard it was almost like she had something in her eye. Well that had certainly been...unexpected... 'Poor horse man seemed pretty upset about that'? Then that man at Halloween...?...Liked Nita? Kikue resisted the urge to bury her face in her paws and groan. When it came to this kind of thing, she never noticed anything. In response to Miller's last comment, Kikue could only flick her ears. Her face was too busy being buried. It didn't matter all that much to find something like this out, but Kikue felt like she should have noticed somehow. Gah...Miller Milano Miller's eyes also went wide, "You didn't know!? Oh crap please please don't let her know that I told you! I think she already hates me enough for tugging on her cheek fur when we first met."
He frowned as she seemed to hide her face in her hands, no not hands paws, that would never fit right. He leaned over squeezing her shoulder gently with a sigh, "You're okay right? I know it's not something you learn every day but, she's still Nita right? Not like she's gona be any different?" Yamamoto Kikue Kikue blinked. Smiling she tilted her head a little. "Oh course she'll still be her...I just didn't pick up on it, that makes me feel badly. I don't notice those things as easily as I should." She sighed, letting her head drop a little. It didn't make her uncomfortable, this new information -- it wasn't like she hadn't been exposed to it before. Not noticing was what felt wrong. She put a paw on her sore, new muzzle, rubbing the top gingerly. It felt strange. "I should check on Nita, soon...to see if she is all right... I haven't been feeling like seeing anyone, though. After Halloween." She gave Miller a sideways glance, her ears laying back against her fur again. Had he been there for that? "...Have you been here very long? I can see you haven't changed..." Miller Milano Miller shrugged, "She doesn't make it obvious really so you shouldn't feel bad unless she was trying to drop hints or something. Allot of people were surprised to learn about it that night."
He shivered slightly at the mention of the Halloween party, "I don't blame you for not wanting too... I had almost nobody there... I had only just met Thom and ended up walking on the path with F, after that I just kinda stumbled off alone and scared to death."
He looked up sadly then back to his still human hands, "Almost a week now..." he whispered quietly, Angelina hadn't looked too changed, but Ambrose was already deeply in to the change as far as Miller could tell. It was doomed to happen sometime though. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue didn't recognize the names "Thom" or "F," but she didn't need to know to understand what Miller was talking about. Immediately she felt guilty, wishing that he hadn't seen of it. It was bad enough to see it herself...but he had only just gotten here; what were the labs thinking? What are they trying to do? Is it all part of some experiment?Kikue shuddered, remembering the haunting images that still refused to leave her brain. "...It was...horrible. I found Nita in the middle of it...but she broken down... I ran off on my own just to get away from it." She twitched her whiskers instinctively. "I wish you hadn't seen it..." On second thought, I wish I hadn't seen it either...She was quiet as she watched the boy look at his hands. Still human. "...Do you know what your serum is?" she asked quietly. Miller Milano "I don't even remember if I saw Nita, it's really just a blurr minus the corpses, the rats, and seeing the gravestones." He honestly didn't want to remember and was thankfull that he fully couldn't recall at the moment what had happened.
He looked up sighing softly, "No one should have to see that stuff... and it's horrible to use peoples bodies like that." He turned away again bringing his knees up to his chin and his feet on to the bed, "No I don't and thats the scariest part..." Yamamoto Kikue Kikue felt horrible. This was the exact situation she hadn't wanted people to be in...why were the labs so intent on breaking people down? Because that's what it was, wasn't it? What other message could there be from that day? Or maybe it was, "Let's see what happens"? It was sick. It was what she wanted to avoid. That was why she had created the database in the first place... So he doesn't know what he is, yet... Kikue's look was timid. "You can call the labs, you know. They will tell you what it is, if you ask. I did that as soon as I found out what this place was...because I wanted to have some idea what was coming... "What did they tell you to get you to come here?" Miller Milano Miller stayed in the same curled up position mawing over the thought of what he might be, or if he would even live through it. "I'd rather not but I don't have much a choice do I..."
He shook his head, "No I won't, those bastards lied to me once already, or rather didn't tell the whole truth. I was told I would be a test subject for medical products not being turned in to some animal human. I refuse to trust them any more." He curled up more rocking back and forth now with a scowl on his face. "If I ever get my hands on Sabin I'll beat him to hell and back for this..." Yamamoto Kikue Sabin...! Kikue's heart felt like it had stopped. Her eyes widened. Sabin! Again...the same doctor...was it always...? "S-Sabin?" she stammered. "...He administered my first injection, too..." Her expression darkened. Already her impression of the labs was dissolving. The Halloween event had seen to that. The lies she had dealt with before...but why? Why do something like this on top of everything else? She could understand that Miller wouldn't want to ask the labs. But it would be harder that way. "If you don't ask, you'll have to guess...but I understand why you wouldn't want to..." She frowned harder. "I wonder if Sabin had anything to do with the Halloween 'party'..." Miller Milano Miller nodded, "The b*****d told me it was a flu shot for the island vaccine for island diseases... did the same to Shenzi who was with me when we arrived, I have no idea how she's doing though."
He turned towards Kikue shrugging but his face was grim, "He probably was, there was some psycho there who seemed to love the whole thing I think she might have mentioned the labs being involved and if Sabin was in on it then I wouldn't be surprised..." Yamamoto Kikue It made sense that the labs had been involved in it. How else could it have been pulled off, except by them? The fake Annie, and everything else? Kikue's fur bristled. She rubbed the top of her muzzle again, even while she tried to pretend it wasn't there. "...We'll see about this..." She glanced back at Miller. "...When I first came to the Island I started a database on my computer to keep track of everything about the people that I met. Nita and I are making surveys...to help fill it out, so that all of us can use it... I've been thinking maybe you could fill one out, too... Even from the Islanders you've mentioned already I don't know most of them..." Just goes to show how big this place really is..."Would you want to fill one out, Miller-san?" Miller Milano Miller sat quietly letting Kikue have her own moment of reflection of the events even if the labs claimed they didn't do it he knew that only they had the ability to pull something off like this.
His eyes lit up at the mention of the computer however, he nodded quickly, "Ya I'll fill one out, but your telling me you have a computer? I haven't touched one in a while since I left home I've wanted to download music to my ipod for ages now." He smiled at the Miller-san comment, "Just Miller, I'm probably not much much older then you are." Yamamoto Kikue Kikue happily reached for a notebook placed under her bed, pulling it onto her lap and flipping the cover open. As she did, her large, new paws were all the more noticeable to her...she tried to ignore them. But how did one ignore an appendge on their body? "Great -- here you go --" she said, pushing her thoughts in her head. She carefully held a piece of looseleaf paper out to Miller, with marginally bad handwriting on it. She had still been trying to cope with her paws even before changing again... The paper read : Name:
Age:
Gender:
Nationality:
Serum:
Duplex #:
Why brought here:
When brought here:
Additional notes:Kikue fumbled with the pencil that was slipped into the binding of the notebook. She was able to get it out, and laid it on the paper in Miller's lap with the utmost care. Her seemingly huge claws were impossible to ignore. "You can use the notebook to write on, if you want," she said, her voice faintly meek. The changes... She forced a smile at his surprise about a computer. "Yes, I brought my laptop with me. There's no connection to the internet here, but I have all of my files, and I brought DVD's with me...I had planned on staying here for a while; they told me this was a physical therapy facility for intensive care..." She smiled a little more. "The operating system is in Japanese but, it's still a standard computer. I have music...most of the vocals are in Japanese though." She scratched the back of her head, laughing. "Eheh." Miller Milano Miller felt a twinge of guilt and pain for Kikue, watching how she had trouble dealing with the pencil and over all useing her new hands. Part of him wanted to help but the other part felt it would be rude to do that when she was trying to so hard to appear normal for him.
He reached over patting her shoulder again, "Thanks..." he truely did pitty the girl and him self, for all he knew he might not have fingers by the end of his transformations.
"Meh so I can't play WoW, better then nothing not to mention you can watch movies in bed rather then the entertainment center. And Japaness music always sounds happier then American stuff, always about killing and stuff." He frowned slightly, "You mind me asking what the therapy was for?"
At the same time he started to fill out the paper.
Name: Miller Milano
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Serum: Haven't changed yet.
Duplex #: 77
Why brought here: I signed up for a job as a medical test subject for products made by Feral Labs only to learn it was a guise to get willing people desperate for money to come to the island.
When brought here: 10/28/06
Additional notes: Sabin lied to me, I was lied to and overall screwed out of my life? Not much else to put here I guess? Yamamoto Kikue Kikue tried not to let the embarrassment show, but it was hard not to. Her smile was shakey. I can't let it get to me too much...but it only just happened...so it's harder...She laughed. "I don't know what 'WoW' is...but I agree. I like Japanese music much better then English music, although I also like classical so I have a lot of files from that." She pushed the hair back from her eyes, securing a rather long strand behind one of her large ears. "...The therapy was for my hand. My father crushed it one night after drinking. I took myself to therapy, because I need it to play violin...they directed me here, to help with the therapy process..." She trailed off, knowing she had little else to say to explain. Obviously this wasn't a physical therapy center -- her appearance erased all doubt. Miller Milano Miller handed the paper over to her, "WoW, also known as World Of Warcraft. I listen to some classical but most of it's just music from games with classical scores."
He sank down his shoulders droping as she explained why she was here, that was horrible to have some one do that to her and then lie to her while she tried to find a way to fix it.
No words could fix there problems nor the tears they had shared earlier. with out a word he leaned over hugging Kikue gently before quietly mumbling an apology for what they did to her. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue was completely taken aback. She looked down at Miller giving her a hug, so much like Nita would do it -- Kikue almost didn't know how to react. She thought she knew the right answer, based on being with Nita before. She returned Miller's hug carefully, but gratefully. It was hardest to try and make sure her claws didn't hurt his back. It felt so...strange...him. A human. Even Nita had already had fur, when Kikue had met her. The only other person, that man -- the one she had bitten, that was the only other "person" that she could think of. And by now, he had no doubt changed, too... "I'm okay," she said softly. Her ears dropped. "I...I can play again. I don't know if I can now...after this change but I...I could, last time..." Her own thoughts clouded everything. She must look terrifying..she hadn't even seen a mirror yet, but to someone who only knew that this was inevitable, that it would be coming for them too...and she was like one giant cat. A cat-person. Not even the regular kind, either, she added bitterly. Kikue sighed through her nose, placing her feline head over his shoulder. She couldn't think of anything else to do, and this seemed to be the right thing, like when she had been with Nita. Hopefully the fur wasn't so scary to other people. Miller Milano Miller felt odd, yet somewhat okay. She was still Kikue, a girl just like any other only covered in fur. She suffered the same fate any one here would have and she was still rather nice minus the whole pounce of fright.
"You can still try though? And your hands proably stronger then it was when you got here..." he figured it would, after all a claw seemed much stronger then a normal hand.
Miller smiled slightly strokeing her white hair and snickered softly, "Your fuzzy..." sure it was corny but it was true. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue looked at one of her paws -- for they really couldn't be called hands anymore -- with her head still over Miller's shoulder. It seemed so big; it was surreal to look at it. The thick black pads...the claws. She brought it into a loose fist, then relaxed it again, just to remind herself that it was real...and that it was her. It was. She made no reply about her violin...she would have to try again, on her own, to see if she still could. What would the point be if she lost it all over again? Kikue swallowed hard. It would defeat the entire purpose...but she couldn't think about it now. No...not now...later... She felt her face becoming hot. She had no idea if she could still noticeably blush or not. Pulling her head back, she looked at Miller's face, which was so very human. The contrast was startling. Her muzzle jutted out so far from her face, it felt like; the fact she had a muzzle in the first place... And Miller's face was so human! I was like that...She put a large paw over her muzzle as if in shame. Mumbling out something incoherent, looked away. Miller Milano Miller ran a hand gently along Kikue's back. It was like petting a cat with longer fur only larger. Slowly he could feel what felt like a bit of warmth on his shoulder. He blinked and tilted his head a bit as she sat up.
"Hey..." he reached over taking her paw pushing it aside gently stroking her muzzle gently. "If it makes you feel any better it's kinda cute you know? In a strange way it just sorta is." He couldn't make out what she said and some how it made him all the more sympathetic for her. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue immediately felt uncomfortable. She knew he was only trying to help her feel better, but she felt worse. I'm not a cat! But...she was. It was in her! It had changed her body...how could she say any different? But I'm not an animal...it doesn't matter if I have one in me...if it's a part of me. I can still think and feel things that no animal can. I am still human!She planted her paw back over her muzzle, preventing him from stroking it again. "I -- I don't know," she whispered softly. Her ears lay back against her head. "...In Japan, cats are often crossed with people in media and stories to be cute. Of course it's never real... It feels like a play off of that; like a little joke someone played on me... I know it could have been worse but I..." She let her paw slowly fall to her lap. She forced a sad smile. "I guess being anything is going to still feel...strange..." Such an obvious thing. But her mind felt muddled; she didn't want to react badly to him again and make him upset. What was she anymore? Cat? Human? I am...both... And what a revelation it was. Hadn't she been over this with herself already? It gets harder every time... If Nita knows the truth then, one more time... And I... It'll be done... I'll be...A cat. Walking on two legs, with the mind of a girl inside. Miller Milano Miller stoped strokeing her muzzle as she returned her paw frowning slightly, was he helping? Or was he makeing it worse? It wasn't apparent as she seemed over all to be upset, and he couldn't blame her for being so.
"Anime cat girls... yah I know a bit about that." He frowned recalling the trail and the boddies, "Much worse, but your alive still, and minus the paws and fur, your alot closer to human then what could have happened."
He smiled a bit, "Look on the bright side, your somewhat use to it? I don't even know how I'm going to deal with..." he couldn't begin to say it. His change? Transformation? This wasn't some cartoon or comic book fantasy novel. It would hurt and Kikue's cries already taught him that all to well. Yamamoto Kikue Her ears pricked up, but still continued to droop. She nodded solemnly, putting her paws into her lap. She bowed her head, thinking about that. "You are right... I've seen people here worse off than I am... I have to make myself remember that, but always after a new change...it's much harder to remember..." Glancing up at him, a sympathetic and still sad smile spread across her features. "...No one ever really gets used to it, even if you know that it's coming... But..." Her expression became serious. "The first transformation is not too bad...it wasn't for me. It changes select, certain things...you don't really change significantly until the second time..." Kikue reflected on her own words. Suddenly, she stood up from the bed onto her over-sized cat feet, hugging her arms around herself. She looked away from Miller, shutting her eyes tightly. "I'm sorry... I'm not really sure what I'm even saying right now..." The aching, throbbing pain was still with her -- even more so when standing up on her feet. And in the pit of her stomach, she felt hunger...like she had after the other changes. She could control it, but it put her more on edge. She turned back to him, bowing low Japanese-style. She did not raise her eyes to him. "Thank you...for your help, Miller... I...I think I need to be alone for a little while...I don't feel very well..." Straightening slowly, she tilted her head, placing one paw on top of the other and forcing a smile. "I don't mind if you keep the yukata...please consider it a gift. For helping me." Miller Milano Miller leaned over trying to get a glimps of her face as she spoke looking down at her lap, "It makes sense, so long as you remember who you are though the transformation doesn't matter that much does it?" It was some what hard to be optimistic but he tried to do his best for her.
Miller returned the small smile, "Someday it'll be normal for you at least? I still have to see whats going to happen to my self..." I might not even live to see what I become. he shivered visibly at the thought and her mentions of the first change.
He looked up startled at her sudden blur of movements as she got up moving away from him. "No it's okay, you're making sense there's nothing wrong with what you just said..."
He got up slowly as she bowed and tilted his head nodding slowly. The smile felt fake but it seemed like she was okay so it shouldn't be a risk to leave her alone. "Thank you for the Yukata..." he started towards the door slowly opening it looking back, "If you ever need anything you can stop by my duplex..." With that he headed back to his own duplex. Yamamoto Kikue Kikue held her soft smile as Miller left. She waved before he was gone, softly adding, "Okay... Goodbye..." As the door closed behind him, Kikue counted silently to ten, then went to the door and locked it. Turning back around to her empty room, she buried her face in her hands, trying to stop the tears before the started. It was no use. She headed for the bathroom, to take a hot bath -- hoping it would take the edge off the pain in her changed muscles. ...And to face whatever was going to be looking back at her from the mirror.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 8:04 pm
After a rather uneventfull walk Miller slowly clicked the lock to his duplex in to the locked position. Slowly he sank down with his back to the door shivering slightly. He had just watched a girl transform infront of him only to have the girl leap out and try to attack him. At the same time minutes later the two of them where sobbing and apologizeing to each other.
And she even gave him a gift for the trouble of it all when it should have been himself thanking her for even sitting down to deal with him in the state he was. Slowly he got back up moving over to the bed. He would think about this for a little while at least before he did anything though.
A few hours latter after as decent of a nap as he could muster Miller walked over to the intercom in his room. Sabin had said press zero and anything that he wanted could be delivered to his room right?
"Hello? Hello?" it was a different voice, definitely not Sabin's which was a relief for Miller who finally spoke, "Hey, I have a question, do you have some sort of magazine or book I can go through to order clothes or jewelry from?" The lab tech on the other side shrugged to them selves before continuing. "Yes we do, we'll have it delivered shortly."
Sure enough only an hour latter there was a buzz from his intercom followed by a voice, "The package has been delivered Mr. Milano, we hope it's to your liking." Miller didn't even bother to respond, quickly he opened his door dragging the small box inside to start sorting through the books. An hour latter he had found his pick, a simple bracelet with silver stones and charms dangling from it. Another short chat with the lab tech ensured the bracelet would arrive in the next 2-3 days and would cost him 80 dollars. A good chunk of the money he had left.
Unbeknown to Miller, the lab tech had just gotten an 80 dollar bonus this week and that he was still very very naive about the new place he lived in.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 8:05 pm
Sun Bathing FunSummery: Miller returns to the beach to find his clothes from the truth or dare party, on the way he meets Amaya again. This time however he can actually see what she really is for once...
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 8:50 pm
The Lazy RiverSummery: Miller decides to take a nice little swim in the river while thinking a few things over, only to catch a frog man in the process.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 11:09 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 11:13 am
Lay in his bed today idely toying with the braclet that had arrived just yesterday morning well before the little food fight fiasco. He wondered if Kikue would actually be willing to stop by his duplex like the note he had left her asked. It was a simple note simply saying to stop by and that he had a surprise for her. Still he wasn't sure if the girl would come.
She seemed pretty hurried to have him leave after all the trouble she had been through, perhapse she wanted to be left alone like Amaya's friend did. He shook his head though, he gave advice to Amaya to check on Alec and here he was with out the spine to do it him self for Kikue. He rolled over on his bed looking at the door debateing the thought of going to her duplex instead.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 11:17 am
Kikue stood outside the door, her paws shaking ever so slightly as she held the note that Miller had left. She might never have gotten it at all, if she hadn't been coming back from her first...mistake. Was it a mistake? Or should she be giving in? The memory of the dead rabbit at her feet, the one she had killed with her own claws and teeth, the one whose blood was dripping from her mouth and had stained her hair...
She shook her head, forcing herself to regain some amount of control. She took a deep breath through her nose, her whiskers twitching. Couldn't think about it right now...she has washed herself up just fine, there was nothing wrong...
Nothing wrong, except...
To shut out her own thoughts, she knocked awkwardly on the door with a curled paw.
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