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 Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 3:15 pm
A familiar voice wakes up Jordan. As he would stir, he'd find himself back in his house. Likely not having as much rest as he would have liked. On the panel on the wall that most islanders used to communicate with the labs, it was flashing. Jordan's panel a bit more complex, allowing for the leaving of messages. When the button is pressed, Moreau's disappointed voice rings clear.
"Jordan, I expected better of you. I thought to put you among the subjects, see how you'd react. See how much I could trust you. Obviously, since you knew what you did was not what I expected of you, I can't trust you. I suppose that means it'll have to come down to consequences. Since you'd believe them over me. Much like your trip here, what is comming is entirely your fault." There was a drawn pause.
"I am attempting to hold you to a higher standard Jordan, I wanted great things out of you. Now I am... disappointed. Still, you know better than to disobey me, you will either report to your duplex, before lights out every night, to sleep, or you'll be confined to it more permanently. You make the decision. Please don't force me to punish you anymore Jordan. I care about you, all of us at Feral Labs do." Moreau's voice finished, but that wasn't all that had been done.
The subliminal messages had been added to, tracks that played frequently between the others, the subliminals redone in a digitized version of Jordan's own voice, synthesized from his repeated conversations around the island. "Whatever happens to me, I deserve it." "I've been disloyal to Feral Labs, I deserve punishment." "I've disappointed Moreau, I need to impress him." "I serve Moreau" "I like serving Moreau, he cares for me." "Moreau wouldn't turn me into an animal unless I deserved it." "I've been very very bad." "I want to be a good boy." these messages played more frequently than the original set, but the original set was still there.
Probably the most distinct of all though, was the new injection hidden under Jordan's hair the one that this time, had been injected into his skull. A new treatment of Moreau's loyalty serum, to help enforce the subliminal messages and to continue to build his loyalty to Moreau, which under the influence of the islanders, seemed to have slipped.
Moreau would have his loyal dog, at least one day.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:31 am
Jordan groaned at the dull pain in his skull, stirring to consciousness. It wasn’t quite like the throbbing of the headaches that he had been experiencing. A hand lifted tiredly, rubbing the general vicinity where the pain resonated, sitting up slowly with a grunt. How long had he been out of it? It was faint initially, but it was recognizable as the seconds passed. Music…? His eyes flashed open, which was a mistake as he quickly reacted to cover his eyes. Jordan was back in his own room! How’d he get back here?!
The voice soon registered: Doctor Moreau! Was he here now?! Jordan looked around frantically panicked. No, of course not… it was a message playing for him- and the tone made his heart sink into his stomach..
He tensed, trembling on his own bed. Jordan wasn’t sure how he’d been found, how he’d been brought back to his room, only that it had happened and that he couldn’t hide from the omnipotent sights of Doctor Moreau. It would happen again if he tried to hide.. and… what if his actions were to cause repercussions as well for others he’d come into contact with?? Awen…. Richard… Joliette…
What more could he do to me? The last words spoken to him before awakening in his own room once more. Exactly his fear… what more could Moreau do? He didn’t want to know the answer. Thoughts and concerns flooded and overwhelmed his panicked mind.
Jordan was truly frightened for his well being. His hands wouldn’t cease their trembling. It was true, this was his own fault. He’d brought this upon himself. No one forced him to do anything. No one forced him to say anything or do anything that he hadn’t chosen to do so in the past few days. He was being punished for his willful actions. Punishment wouldn’t have become necessary if he hadn’t gone out of his way to disobey Moreau, didn’t he? He could have stayed put, but Jordan couldn’t leave well enough alone. He had to wander. Stray.
Doctor Moreau had said he cared for him, even though punishment seemed contrary. . Had it been feasible that Moreau had wanted to take him under his wing? Had it been a test? Then… was it possible he being punished for his own protection? Like a parent would do to protect their child? Because his careless actions would get him injured? In each of his three encounters, the potential had been there for that to occur. He could have been mauled or attacked like that rabbit he’d witnessed Joliette make short work of. Even with the knowledge of a killer loose on the island, Jordan had precariously risked his life on those outings. How stupid! Stupid! he thought to himself.
His mind spun with the mounting what-ifs, feeling the blood rushing to his that he could practically taste it. He was forced to lie down. His restless hand flexed and clenched alternatively as he listened to the soft music that played in his room continually. He was afraid. Was Moreau his only salvation in all of this?
As the evening drew on, so approached the time the lights would cut out. Jordan’s intended sleep cycle- dictated by Doctor Moreau- would kill the lights to his duplex promptly at 10 pm, with the programmed voice of Moreau instructing him to sleep and the lights would abruptly illuminate at 3 am with the same programmed voice instructing Jordan to awaken. Five hours to sleep, like boot camp.
He had no choice if he was going to survive. He wouldn’t last on his own. Hours of panicked thought had led to that conclusion. He needed Moreau. To prevent his situation degrading further, Jordan would have to play by his rules. No ifs, ands, or buts.
Minutes following the start of his scheduled rest period, Jordan laid in the darkness, feeling whatever fiery anger that had been building replaced with sorrow and regret.
He’d be in his own bed back on the mainland if it hadn’t been for his own actions that brought him here.
“I’m sorry…” he choked between welling sobs.
Jordan huddled into a ball, pulling his pillow tight between chest and legs and the tears began. He hated this feeling of weakness as he cried himself to sleep.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:57 pm
Cody Archer In front of the door of your duplex lies a small gift wrapped in regular paper by a string. There are some words scribbled with ordinary pen, saying: "Merry Xmas. From Cody"
Nevertheless, he didn't have time for this. He brought the misplaced gift inside, setting it on his desk. He was tired and it was starting to get late; Jordan had to be in bed by lights-out. He wouldn't be punished if he did what was expected of him. He'd disappointed Moreau and needed to impress him by following the strict sleep schedule..
Like a good boy.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 11:08 pm
Jordan Essex Jordan was more subdued in his mannerisms than he’d been previously. He’d been sleeping only during the designated times Moreau had set for him and Jordan hadn’t strayed far from home in eight days, careful to avoid any run-ins during food runs and laundry days. His fight was dying down since Moreau had punished him. He didn’t want any more trouble and it was dawning on him that he wasn’t going to survive for too long on his own without the doctor’s help. Unaware of the second injection of the loyalty serum into his skull, as well as the mind-warping subliminals (and addition of newer ones synthethized from Jordan’s own voice), Jordan was content to believe that this was for the best. It was his fault that he was on the island and he had to take responsibility for his actions. He wouldn’t have to be punished more, as Doctor Moreau had said, if he didn’t fight against him. Afterall, Moreau cared for Jordan. At least, Jordan was comforted in believing that.
Jordan was sitting on the beach as he reveled in his thoughts. Indeed, how could he take the word of the islanders over Moreau? What justification made that valid? He was oblivious, lost in his own mind, to anything around him, not anticipating an ill-fated encounter with anyone this far out. Freddie Rhodes Freddie should have known the soreness would come back, she just didn't think it would happen that quickly. She felt more bloated than usual, and walking with all the added wait, plus the hooves, was incredibly awkward. This must be what walking in high heels felt like, which just went to show that women were crazy. She might be one now, she might even be wearing a skirt to hide the udder, but that didn't mean she had to like it. The soreness only got worse by the time she set foot on the beach, and walking on sand with her unsteady new feet proved to be even more difficult. She'd be damned if she'd give up and turn back now, when she was so close. She was panting and sweating, a cruel reminder of how easy it was to fall out of shape, but how the hell could anybody be expected to keep up on exercise when they were always changing and getting harrassed for no good reason? Some of the moisture soaking through her flowery shirt wasn't all sweat, but she did her best to put it out of her mind and focus on getting to the bar. She didn't notice Jordan, not as long as she kept her eyes on where she was putting her feet. She could do this, she wasn't some gimp, she just had to keep putting one foot in front of the other, no matter how much they wobbled. Jordan Essex “I just need to watch myself. That’s all.” Jordan was talking to himself. “I have to prove myself doubly hard now, but nothing in life is easy.”
The rewiring of his mind over the past week was starting to show progress as he was less resistant. Hell, he wasn’t even resisting anymore. He was staying in his room almost twenty-four hours a day now and with only five hours to sleep, he was becoming more susceptible to the re-training.
The sound of panting broke his reverie and he looked around to see where it had originated from. When he spots Freddie coming along on the beach, he remains as calm as he can force himself to be. He completely freaked out on Richard and he couldn’t allow another slip like that. He did not want to be punished. Instead, he gave a weak smile. He wasn’t looking for any interaction, instead it had found him, whether either of them were aware of it.
“Hello there.” He called out calmly, softly. Freddie Rhodes Freddie jerked her head up and took a step back, surprised at how close she had passed to someone without even noticing. She was a little too quick about it, and being so top heavy with such comparatively dainty hooves was not a good combination where sudden moves were concerned. What was meant to be a single step back turned out to be several as her arms flew out to try and help her regain her balance. She couldn't, and so she ended up on her butt in the sand. "Goddamn it!" she howled, pounding one hoof into the sand. "Why dontcha give people a li'l more warnin', huh?!" Nevermind the fact it was her own fault. Jordan Essex “I’m sorry! I didn’t think anyone would be out here.” his voice was apologetic.
He rose as quickly as one can from sand, slipping as he got to his knees, and rushed over to help her up. Jordan extended a hand and gripped her wrist with the other, wanting to get Freddie to her feet. He tried to be on his best behavior. He needed to be.
“I’m really sorry, miss…” he paused, not knowing a name to go with the face and tried to supply leverage for her to get to her feet. “Are you alright? You’re not hurt are you?” Jordan wanted not to guess what she was becoming and did his best to focus on just helping her up.
He was worried this was his fault and that it would somehow come back to bite him in the rear. Freddie Rhodes "I'm fine!" Freddie angrily smacked Jordan's hand away, the offer for help, on top of getting called miss, only making her feel worse. Grunting, she swung her legs under her and slowly, awkwardly, and in a manner that made her skirt ride up to reveal the udder, she pushed herself up to her feet. Blushing furiously, she quickly pulled her skirt down. "Just what the hell're you doin' out here, anyway? Huh?" Anything to try and divert attention away from the udder. Jordan Essex Okay. She didn’t need his help. That was fine. Maybe smacking his hand away was a bit over the top and melodramatic, but she was fine. He turned his head slightly to the side to avoid embarrassment on either party when her skirt revealed the bovine utter. Well… that pretty much answered the ‘What is she?’ question..
He pulled down the brim of his cap just a bit and then there was the subject change! ‘Thank you!’ he said in his mind. Even an angry conversation change was welcomed over an awkward moment.
Jordan had to pause for a moment. At first he wanted to say that he lived on the beach, that his duplex wasn’t too far out of the way from where they were, but he hesitated. He had to be careful what he said and to whom he said it to. Paranoia was nestled in Jordan’s panicked mind. The thought of what could happen to him or anyone he dealt with was enough to make him lie for their –mostly his- protection.
“Oh… uhm… what’m I doing out here..?” he stalled his words till he could think of something believable. With luck, he could play it off in reaction to her hostility. Doubtful, though. “I was… just out to meet somebody, but they never showed. So, I didn’t feel like going home yet.” Yes, that would do. “And I was in my own little world because I was upset they didn’t show up and that’s why I didn’t notice you.” He felt weird making up such a stupid lie, but he couldn’t repeat his mistakes. He was afraid of getting too close to another islander. Freddie Rhodes Freddie zoned out after the second sentence, but she at least caught the flimsy excuse of being out there to meet someone. She snorted, then quickly wiped her nose, trying to cover for the fact she hadn't meant to make a noise like that. "Oh yeah?" She put one hand on her hips, a habit she hadn't even noticed. Maybe it just came naturally when they got to be that wide. It gave her an chance to smooth her skirt a little more before she looked back at Jordan and smirked. "Who?" She didn't really want to know, she didn't even care, and the longer she stood there the longer she'd be kept from grabbing a bottle of something to take home. But then, she'd take any opportunity to needle someone she could get. Despite all the milk laden soreness, it felt good to be back to her old sophomoric tricks. Jordan Essex Oh crap! She wanted to know who?? Crap, crap, crap… Quickly, his mind was reelign to remember the names he’d heard: Awen, Richard, Joliette, Newt, Lily, David… er Chubbs… He certainly didn’t know if she knew anyone he’d met, so he wouldn’t name anyone that could come back to him and bite his head off- literally in the case of the komodo.
Jordan was caught in the corner of a lie and feeling intimidated as he shuffled his feet in the sand. He had to say something! Quickly! Someone he didn’t know! He couldn’t say Chubbs, because he was Joli’s boyfriend… again, head-biteyness! He took a shaky breath as his lips parted, moistening them with his tongue.
“Newt! I was waiting for Newt!” he shouted. Well… that didn’t go well. He hadn’t meant to raise his voice like that and he didn’t like the idea of having to lie his way out of an even more awkward situation, but at the moment, it was the lesser of two evils. He didn’t know Newt. Newt didn’t know him. Good luck if word ever got back to the frogman! He wouldn’t find Jordan. That was his thinking at least…
He placed his fist over his mouth and coughed into it not-so-subtly. “He was supposed to be here half an hour ago and he didn’t leave a note or tell me beforehand if he had anything to do. I’m so mad at him.” Though his subdued demeanor was quite contrary to it. Freddie Rhodes Freddie bristled at the mention of the name, memories of their last disasterous encounter killing the feeble beginnings of a good mood. " That dipshit? So this was what, some kinda romantic ran-dey-voo?" She may have managed to pronounce the word right, having never seen it spelled, but dragging out the syllables only made her accent on it that much. She glanced over at the waves and snorted with laughter again, not thinking to try and cover it up. "Wow, an' right on the beach, jus' like in the movies. Ain't that sweet..." She reached out and patted one hoof-like hand on his shoulder. "Sorry he stoodja up then. Woulda been magical." Jordan Essex Oh no… How was it even possible with so many subjects on the island that THIS one knew Newt! Crap! He didn’t even know who the guy was and she knew who he was!
Jordan lurched back and nearly tripped over his own feet. What had he gone and gotten himself into?? “I’m sorry you don’t like him, but that gives you no right to take it out on me. Can’t a guy meet someone on the beach without his sexuality coming into question?” he wasn’t holding this charade together too well. Certainly, it hadn’t been thought through and it wasn’t one of his better ideas. Jordan had to watch himself. He couldn’t screw up again.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to outburst like that.” He brushed the hoofhand from his shoulder. “We got off to the wrong hoof.” His heart sank as it took a few moments to realize what he’d just said. Crap. Freddie Rhodes Freddie's hand slipped to her side, but it was hard to ball a proper fist with her fingers as deformed as they were. "What did you say?" she hissed, her voice low with the sudden jolt of rage. It was still a sore subject, along with everyone else, and what was worse her antagonistic losing streak was only continuing. "Oh, I get it, you think yer so much better'n me cause you're still normal, is that it?" Her nostrils flared, her ears twitched, and yet given the new arrangement of her facial features it only made her look more comical that frightening. Jordan Essex His heart sank and he bit his lip more.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say tha—what I meant was we got off on the wrong foot. I didn’t mean to say hoof..” There was no mistaking he pressed the wrong button with that slip of the tongue. And then he had to go and say it again! ARGH! How stupid could he be?!
“No.. I don’t think I’m better, but I— please believe me, it was an honest mistake” he took a few steps back, just in case she were to get physically aggressive, which, he might deserve for repeating it a second time. “Let’s just say we let bygones be bygones. You got a ood jab at me, I got an unintentional one in. We’re even.” He tried to force a nervous smile. What was he going on about?? Freddie Rhodes Freddie frowned at Jordan. The moment for violence had passed, and yet she was still curious. "So... Are ya a f**, or aren't you? Jordan Essex His shades actually slid down his nose with the look of shock he gave her. Jordan blinked at the very bold nature of the inquery and he could only stare dumbfounded at her.
“I…uh… I…” he stammered on the words caught in his throat. “What business is it of yours? Why do you want to know? Forming a club?” Freddie Rhodes "I ain't in ta men so don't even get any ideas," Freddie snapped. She realized what that sounded like a moment too late, so she quickly tried to turn it around. "Besides," she gestured at Jordan. "With hair like that, and those ********' sunglasses... It's pretty damn obvious you are." Jordan Essex Jordan was uncomfortable with his sexuality being brought into question. He wouldn’t give Freddie that satisfaction of knowing either way. He didn’t like her tone. Before he could muster a retort, the barrage began anew, with fervor.
He pointed his finger and pursed his lips in agitation. “There’s nothing wrong with having something called style. Some of us care about appearances.” There. That was good. And at least it was partially true. He did like to look good. Freddie Rhodes Freddie scoffed. "Nah, nuh-uh, that whole 'metrosexual' bullshit's just fer people in denial!" Jordan Essex “Metrosexuals wish they could look as good as I do,” he smirked wryly at her.
Fine. She wanted to keep pushing him, then he wasn’t gonna stand there like her punching bag. “I’m not in denial about anything- especially not that.” Jordan rubbed his thumb and forefinger along the bridge of his nose and the corners of his eyes. “I just don’t go flaunting everything about my life like it’s a shiny gold watch.”
He gritted his teeth and gave her a stare. “Some people aren’t intelligent enough to deal with mature matters like an adult and I’d hate to get into an incident with someone who didn’t have even the most basic social skills to comprehend that someone could have their own mind to go against the norms that society has dictated over its mindless flock of sheep, because it’s what makes them happy.”
He cleared his throat. “Besides, you just said you don’t like men. Nice double-standard there..” he rolled his eyes and huffed indignantly. “What’s good for the goose isn’t good for the gander, right?” Freddie Rhodes It was very easy for Freddie to be yanked from one emotion to the next. She never thought to blame it on all the stress and hormones and milk, but that on top of the insecurity she was never able to acknowledge made for a dangerous mix. The cow in her had yet to emerge enough to take the edge off all that aggression and rage, and so with Jordan's last command she howled and lashed out of him. Sure, she couldn't quite manage a fist, but those nails of hers could do plenty of damage even when clumsily raked across his face. And her mighty warcry was, "I didn't used to be a girl you ********' moron!" Jordan Essex Jordan had let down his guard. The distaste on his tongue was nauseating as he spat out “Yes, as you so eloquently put it, I’m a f**." It was at that moment his face was struck with those nails, right across the cheek. He immediately jerked backwards, raising a hand to where the claws had raked flesh.
“OOOOOwwwwww!! Hey..! What the hell’s your proble—“ his word were cut off, this time by her warcry. His expression drooped in shock as he tripped over his own shoe, stumbling as he recovered.
“You WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!” his eyes practically popped out of his head, leaning forward as he caught his balance. Freddie Rhodes "Just what I said!" Freddie cried, punctuating the declation with a kick to whatever was handy. His shock only made her feel worse. Nobody would ever be able to guess no, she couldn't even count as a mannish girl anymore, just ugly and freakishly. She just barely managed to catch his leg, and while the new shape of them could pack a punch, it sent her off balance again. Rather than allow herself fall into Jordan, Freddie staggered away. After about five steps she managed to keep herself from falling again. As she pulled herself up, she realized she was crying. Again. "Goddamn... c** guzzling..." She wiped her eyes, and even though she remembered to use the side of her hand those hoof-like fingers still scratched her cheeks. She barely noticed, instead continuing with her nearly incoherent muttering. "Can't even see... I'm not... ********' fags..." She shook her head, turned, and staggered back in the direction of the trees. No one could see her cry. Especially not now. "I hope ya get the AIDS!" She yelled over her shoulder, which inadvertantly made it clear she was close to bawling. At least with that said she could feel like it hadn't been a total loss. Running was even more awkward, but she tried. Jordan Essex She caught him in the leg with that hoof of hers, eliciting a yelp as he fell on his butt, more startled than anything. He’d overreacted just a bit and it was partially his own fault for getting kicked. He was stunned as he watched her walk away.
“Hey.. I’m sorry.. it’s alright if you’re a transvestite. I thought you were a lesbian if it helps any.”
This’s why he never told anyone. He knew people would react to him like this. He was afraid that people would throw him to the lions, insult him, tell him they hope he gets AIDS.. Was she crying? Great… now he felt really bad. He got himself up and brushed the sand off his bottom, bridging the gap between them.
“And for your information, I’m not a tramp! I don’t just go from guy to guy pulling tricks for money and drugs. I have some pride in myself!” he was waving his finger again. “At least I won’t get AIDS from you.” He was pissed. Freddie Rhodes "You don't even get it!" Freddie said, not turning around. She was really sobbing now, and him running after her was only make it worse. She kept awkwardly running anyway. "I didn't wanna be a GIRL!" She sniffled and wiped her eyes again, adding more scratches. Her nose was even wetter for all the crying, and feeling that was another knife in her side. "******** you and your pride!" Jordan Essex “You didn’t want to be a girl? What the hell..?“ he arched a brow. The gears were grinding but he hadn’t quite caught on- till he remembered the udder and his eyes went wide. He gasped in revelation.
Jordan picked up the pace. In the time that it had taken to figure out that Freddie wasn’t a transvestite and that –in fact- she was experiencing the effects of her serum, she’d been able to put some distance between them.
“Hey, wait up! I feel like s**t for making you so upset..” he hated admitting that to her after what she’d been saying, but he couldn’t help himself. It was his nature to comfort others in their moments of weakness and sadness. He just wasn’t used to being the instigator of sadness, so this was definitely new.
“Say what you want about me.. I always expected people would treat me like this.. and people must react to you thoughtlessly in much the same way..” This was difficult. Jordan really didn’t know how to fix this, if even that were possible, and it was awkward for him. He was suddenly feeling himself in the role of the hypocrite. Freddie Rhodes "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Freddie shrieked, her voice echoing throught he jungle and sending more than a few birds scattering in squawking terror. She kept running, but it was hard to watch where she was going through tears. It was inevitable she'd trip over something, but she was desperately clambering to her feet as soon as she was down. All the while she kept sobbing, unable to stop now that she was good and worked up. Jordan Essex His eye twitched. This was getting ridiculous and he was becoming agitated. He broke into a run in his chase to catch up with her. “Wait up will you?” he yelled after her. “It’s very hard to run in pants!” He grumbled to himself.
“Hey! Tell you what! We can end this chase now and sit down and talk this out like two civil people Because, you know what?? You’re really starting to get on my nerves! You certainly could dish it out when it was on your terms, but as soon as you’re on the receiving end, you run away and cry. Some tough guy you are.” He was trying to say anything he thought would end this run-about. “******** me and my pride? At least I take pride in myself and in what I am. You can’t even do that! You’re just a coward and a bully!” Freddie Rhodes Freddie wasn't listening, it was hard to even hear what was being said over the pounding in her ears, combined with the panting and sniffling. All she could make out was the tone. Why did people always do this? It'd be a wonderful world if everyone just took their punches and stopped making her cry all the damn time. Then maybe she could feel better about herself. Right. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" She wailed, shaking her head furiously. "You don't know! You don't even ******** know!" She took off into the jungle, completely unaware of how much she was actually running from. She didn't even know where she was going. Jordan Essex “I know enough to keep me alive! I know I can’t survive here on my own! Running isn’t going to make your problems magically go away. Tomorrow, you’ll be hiding from someone else and crying in self pity! You think you’ve got it bad? You’re so selfish.”
He pushed himself to catch up to her and he grabbed her by the arm, in an attempt to halt this juvenile chase, and he tugged hard on her. “Would you just stop!!” he shouted angrily at the top of his lungs. “I’m not going away just because you want me to!! NOW STOP!!” Freddie Rhodes It was coming to Freddie slowly, all the things she knew but never wanted to recognize. It hurt, worse the changes, worse than the gender swap and milk. But she still couldn't face it, she didn't want to, because that would mean acknowledging how sad and pathetic she truly was, that she'd deserved what she got after years of abusing others, just like everybody said. No way she was gonna do that, because then they'd all win. So instead there was the old fall back- get angry, lash out, because surely if you hurt the other person enough they'd be proven wrong. Surely. That kind of warped logic had yet to fail her... As long as she didn't count all the horrible losses that had happened since she was exiled amongst the test subjects. It was getting harder and harder to deny everything, but she still had a little bit left in her, along with all the venom and rage. Freddie didn't argue, she didn't spew forth any more slurs or insults, she was too upset for that. Her lashing out at Jordan again said plenty, and once again she went right for his face, reduced to scratching at him in typical girl fight fashion. Jordan Essex She stopped. That was progress, but once more she resorted to physical assault. Jordan tried to protect his face.
“Does it make you feel better to hit me? Fine.” He took off his shades and pocketed them. “Go ahead.” He looked sternly into her teary-eyed face. “Go ahead. Take a shot, if that’ll make you feel better.” He was tired of games. “Otherwise, stop this nonsense. I never meant for this to happen. You just pushed the wrong buttons, but did you see me throw sand in your face or knock you down when your back was turned? No?”
He stood there like a statue, in case she took him on his offer. “But if you hit me, you have to tell me your name.” he grinned. Freddie Rhodes Freddie stopped hitting Jordan and just stood there, panting and wheezing after all that running. She sniffled and tried to straighten, but it wasn't as though she had a shred of dignity left to pull together. Even so she tried. "Okay," she said, once she caught her breath. She raised her arm, preparing to hit him as asked. But instead she kicked him as hard as she could, right in the nuts. Jordan Essex “See? We don’t need to run around like this.. there’s no point in it. I’m glad to see you coming to your senses.”
He tried to keep smiling, though he knew this was going to hurt. Oh god was it going to hurt. Jordan could only hope that the bones wouldn’t shatter and that any wounds heal quickly. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as she raised her arm.
“Okay.” He repeated.
When he didn’t feel the slightest twinge of pain, he wondered if she really wouldn’t hurt him again. Jordan let out of relieved breath. “Guess you don’t want to tell me your nAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME…..!!!”
The resounding yowl erupted violently from the pit of his stomach, eyes flashing open, mouth seized wide open as well a bit of spittle dripping from the side of his lip, as Jordan had been kicked in the nuts. He fell to his knees howling in tremendous, earth-shattering pain like none he’d quite felt in any way, shape, or form.
“SON… of a…. b***h…!!” he wheezed out sparsely, unable to lift his head to see anything but her hooves. “Damn… heifer…” Freddie Rhodes Freddie took the opportunity to kick Jordan in the side while he was down, just for the heifer remark. The incident with Newt had taught her to hold back, any more, any really serious damage, and whoever was watching would put her out. "My name is Freddie." He couldn't say she didn't hold up her end of the bargain, so with that she turned and walked off into the jungle, knowing from previous experience it would take a little while to recover enough to walk. There was nothing left for her to say, nothing left to do but to focus on getting back to the village while putting as much space between them as ********' faggots," she muttered as she trudged through the dirt. Of course, with her own preference unchanged she technically was one. Worse, she wasn't even the sexy kind of lesbian. Jordan Essex Lieing was painful…
The kick to the side had been a trifle unnecessary, but so had the heifer remark. For a girl she certainly had a strong kick, that’s for sure. He felt like they’d been kicked out the other side of his body. He held his stomach, dry-heaving in the excrutiating pain that made being a male vulnerable.
Jordan could only pant for breath and had been brought to tears as he knelt alone in the jungle. At least she didn’t know anything about him. She wouldn’t know he lived on the beach or was with the labs and he wouldn’t repeat his mistake of oversharing with another islander.
Freddie. He’d make sure to remember that name. She was a mean girl with a mean streak. One day he’d have to find out who Newt was so he’d know if getting kicked in the nuts by a transgendered cow was worse protecting his secrets.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 6:01 pm
Lauren read the note as she walked over to the person known as Jordan's duplex. She was fairly inqusitive about this man. Why did Moreau want his loyalty so much? Why was it necessary.
Comet of course led the way. Anytime either Nita or Lauren went out Comet HAD to go. And it was good for her to be out often as it made her less of a hastle in the duplex. Plus Lauren figured bringing her along would add some integrity points. To Lauren, it seemed logical to trust an animal person.
Inwardly she laughed at that thought, Animal person she thought to herself.
Comming on to duplex #2 Lauren double checked the letter. It was the right one. She knocked on the door as Comet leaped up and barked scratching at the door.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 6:18 pm
Jordan had been scribbling in his composition journal again. It was a good way to pass the time. He’d taken to writing notes about the people that he’d met and his growing anxieties about his interactions with them. He was afraid that being around them too often could lead to more trouble for himself. People like Richard or Freddie he’d resolved to try and avoid if he could. He’d lost his composure in a less than acceptable manner and his unplanned run-in with Freddie ended with him being kicked in the crotch- hard.. Awen was nice, but he hadn’t seen her since that day at the lake with Joliette. True, it was his own fault for hiding from Moreau in Joli’s unused duplex, but still.. he’d come to realize that she could have as easily torn him apart like the rabbit he’d witnessed her shred.. and there was still the issue of a killer on the island, running loose..
However, on the side of the pages, Jordan hadn’t realized the notes he’d scribbled about Moreau being his only hope for survival. It was subconscious and so small that he might not notice it easily if he were to re-read over his journal one day.
The knocking broke his concentration as he looked up curiously. “Hmm? Who could that be?” hr muttered.
Jordan stretched his arms and leaned back, popping his vertebrae on the back of his chair, then rose from the chair. He heard the dog and his interest was piqued. It wasn’t quite what he was expecting when he opened the door.
“Hello.” He said calmly, not overly enthused by this random visit, keeping a polite tone nonetheless. “May I help you?”
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 6:29 pm
Lauren wasn't sure what to do, but she decided to lay on a guise. Lying came easily to her as she had to rely upon that on the streets.
"Hey!" Lauren said. She was playing the part of nice normal Lauren, old Lauren. Sweet young and innocent. Lauren looked around the duplex studying the place in awe, "This place sure has changed! Oh I'm sorry I'm Lauren. I used to live at this duplex a while back when I was first on the island." She extended a paw out in greeting. "I hope you don't mind me comming in and looking around. I was kind of curious on how it looked now."
Commet wagged her tail and sniffed at the new person. Ahh new people, more petting! She pranced around a bit and barked for attention.
"Oh and this here is Comet." Lauren explained.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 6:39 pm
Before he could respond further, he was greeted by the friendly girl and offered a paw in handshake. Not one to want to be rude, he accepted her paw and thoughts raced at how odd and yet comforting the fur felt.
“Oh, uhm, I’m Jordan.” he smiled. She seemed nice enough and there was a very friendly dog in-tow. He chuckled at Comet and glanced at Lauren as he knelt down to rub between the Australian sheperd’s ears. Any dog this friendly and bouncy around people wasn’t likely to bite a stranger.
“Uhm… sure…” he didn’t sound entirely sure it was a good idea yet. He was a bit skiddish around her, but the dog was taking the edge off of that.
“She’s a beautiful Australian sheperd. Pure breed?” he smiled now. He was loving this friendly dog.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 6:56 pm
Lauren felt pride at the compliment to her dog, "Yes he is!" She said helping herself in. She kept looking around the place, pretending to be more interested in it then him. "Wow! Things havn't changed much though have they. Right here is where I had my first change" Lauren pointed to the bed, "And right there is where... oh sorry, you probably don't need to know all of this." She loved this all too much. Sure, the mongoose had made her nicer and more social, but didn't give her any qualms against lying.
She wondered why there was the elevator music playing in the background. Comet seemed overly occupied with Jordan. Lauren looked over and smiled at him. She was playing her part well.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 7:13 pm
Jordan was having so much fun with Comet. He missed having a dog to lavish attention upon and this made everything seem so insignifigant. He was all-too happy to meet the shepherd’s every want to be petted on her head, down her back, he even scratched under Comet’s muzzle. Dog’s always loved that one.
He didn’t seem to mind Lauren so much, nor that she helped herself in. His great smile of joy only dampened softly when the mongoose began reminiscing. Comet was serving as a great distraction, though. He was hearing what Lauren was saying and his eyes followed to where she pointed, especially the bed. She’d transformed her first time on the bed?
“Oh.. it’s alright, Lauren.” He repeated her name to enforce familiarity with it. He was liking her and wanted to remember her name. Comet was helping with that. Jordan was as happy and a kid on Christmas morning. “So… uhm… you used to be human, then? Like me?” it sounded stupid coming from his lips, but he felt compelled to say something. As far as Jordan knew he was the only human living outside of the labs.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 7:19 pm
Lauren nodded as she thought hook, line and sinker... or however the ******** that saying goes. he took the bait, he brought the interest and he even ignored the huge holes Lauren had left open. She even had thought up excuses to cover them if brought up. Of course, her face did not reveal that thought at all. Her animalistic features were harder to read, especially to a human not used to animal people.
"Of course, we all used to be human." She helped herself to a seat on the bed. "I used to be a runaway nearly starving on the street." This was truth and it did shine though the lies a bit. The memories always hit Lauren hard. "But that's over now, Moreau saved me."
He was buying this a lot more easily then Lauren would of thought. She wondered why he was so gullible, so open to suggestion.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 7:37 pm
“Doctor Moreau saved you?” he looked up with interest in that, speaking the doctor’s name in a formal fashion.
He was a good man, wasn’t he? And she thought he was a good man, no doubt. He gave a starving runaway a home, food, and a very sweet dog! That served to confuse him a bit and it showed through. No one else he’d met thought that way of him, but she did. And she was one of the subjects. In his heart, he wanted to believe that Moreau was a good man. After all, Jordan was here on Feral’s island facility, not in prison.. Doctor Moreau cared about him.
A shaky breath escaped him. He was afraid to tell anyone else anything about himself. The message of disappointment from Doctor Moreau had stuck with him and hit him hard. His petting of the friendly dog slowed a bit. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he was holding back.
“I’m sorry to pry, Lauren.. it must be difficult for you.. I… I’m scared.. you’re the first person I’ve met who hasn’t spat poison when they talk about Doctor Moreau. I know he’s a good man, but I became frightened by some of what the others have said to me..”
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 7:44 pm
Lauren allowed herself a toothy grin for a second, but changed it into a hopeful small smile of empathy. She liked this feeling, having power over ones perceptions. She secretly loved pulling the strings on others and having things her way. Of course Lauren was clueless who was ACTUALLY pulling the strings here.
They were both puppets, and even after near death Lauren was oblivious of any puppeteer.
"I love Moreau like a father actually." Lauren admitted in a soft voice. "He treated me better then the sperm donor I ran away from" Venom struck her voice talking about her dad. "Why be scared of what others say, Isn't it your opinion that matters most?" She looked at him with concern in her eyes.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 7:56 pm
He nodded softly at her words. “Doctor Moreau treated so well when I came here and then I messed things up allowed myself to get involved with others’ views.” He let out a soft breath. He rose up and reseated himself on his desk chair, resuming Comet’s pettings.
“I don’t want to upset him but I’m afraid it’s too late for that..” he was trying to be careful not to give out too much information, while explaining his concerns. “I was witness to the beginning of a change.. and it scared me.. I tried to hide from everyone, but I woke up back here. It’s only been in the past week I’ve been sleeping, even.”
Why was it so easy to open up to her? Was he so eager to be so forward with everyone else he’d met? Lauren was nice and sweet and didn’t give him the prophecy of doom speech. She was just there in his company to be friendly, not to intimidate him or warn him of some approaching pain that will change his life.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 8:22 pm
Lauren let herself sit and listen, this guy didn't seem so bad but he was so easily swayed it even disturbed Lauren. Something was up. Lauren wondered what Moreau was doing to him.
"It is kind of scary, but think of what you will gain!" Lauren said with excitement. "Yeah it hurts and it's painful but when you become something more then you already are, the feeling is incredible!"
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