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 Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 4:30 pm
Sid pressed the bottle into the nearest tentacle and, once Billy had a decent enough grip on it, he stepped back. He tried to stay cool about it, but his nerves continued to show in how fast he was smoking the cigarette.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 4:37 pm
Billy's head was pulsating with each heartbeat, swelling a bit like a terrible tick and sheading hair as it grew. Afte ra while, it seemed to droop just a bit with gravity, and with just a few horrific, scraggly white locks remaining, his chin suddenly seemed to crawl under his scraggly, untrimmed beard. Despite this, with eyes wide open now in subdued horror at what he was feeling crawling under his skin, he forced a swig of tequila into his mouth and swallowed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 4:55 pm
"That's good..." Sid said, as though he was dealing with an invalid. The thought gave him an odd feeling of deja vu. The swelling made him worry about the collar, but then surely they wouldn't make it so that it might choke him. Surely. He glanced at his cigarette, surprised to find it was already close to the filter... And what would he do when it was gone? Try and take the bottle back, most likely, because he'd already seen far more than he wanted.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:34 pm
He gasped and weazed and looked about ready to be sick from the tequila, but he caught himself and swallowed it back down. A bit of ink escaped him, though, dribbling down the side of his twitching, trembling chin as clumps of black curly beard shed down to the ground. "Feckin'... bloody... Oh, God... Sid... Sid man it... " He wimpered, two tentacles going up to touch it but immediatly flinched back as suddenly little lumpy protusions wriggled and sprouted from the exposed skin.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:40 pm
"I know," Sid said weakly. He made the mistake of looking back just as the new mini tentacles sprouted. His stomach turned, forcing him to bite his lip to keep from dry heaving. So much for being strong for him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:43 pm
As they twitched and squirmed as though trying to pull themselves out from hsi jaw, Billy's own constitution broke and he doubled over, noisily ejecting the tequila and his fish dinner from his guts, and cried out as they gave a cringe and a wrench that wasn't the urge to vomit. Something was happening inside him, slowly and terribly, like painful gurgles, his organs seemed to be readying themselves for something.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:47 pm
Sid wondered if he could really be blamed if he decided to just run off after that. Really, he was entitled... but he just couldn't, though he had to stop himself from turning to walk away. The old urge to chew on his lip was creeping up, which would have been a very bad idea given the teeth. Instead he rolled his eyes as he knelt down to put a hand on Billy's shoulder.
"C'mon... hang in there..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:56 pm
The octopus's eyes were screwed shut as the changes seemed to at least outwardly slow, the fresh chintacles twitching spasmadicolly as he caught his breath, "Hurts... all o'er...." Tears were sliding down his skint hat had blotched with green in his agony. "I don'... I can't tell... was' happenin'.. " He tried to push himself up on what remained of his elbow, but the arm bent and he gave a sharp cry of pain as the thinning remaining bone snapped under his weight with an audible crack.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:00 pm
"Holy Jesus ********..." Sid groaned. He didn't know what to do. Pick Billy up? Hold him? Hope like all he wasn't going to have to worry about bones for much longer anyway?
"Is there anything I can do?" he sounded as desperate as he felt.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:02 pm
"I... I... I DON'... I DON'..." He supressed the urge to scream, wrything in too much pain to form a complete sentance. His spines flaired, up, down, like a fish out of water as tiny thread-like veins began creeping up the sharp points, like spiderwebs slowly being knit.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:08 pm
Just be cool, that was the big thing. Don't freak out, because that would make it worse... Sid kept trying to look away, but every time he did his eyes were drawn back within seconds. It was horrific, it was disgusting, and yet he couldn't help. Just hearing it would likely only be worse.
He remained behind Billy, making several aborted attempts at trying to reach out or pat him or something. Unable to decide what was the best course of action Remembering he still had the cigarette in one hand, Sid threw it into the lake. That gave him an idea.
"The water..." he said. "Maybe that'd help?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:32 pm
"May.. maybe.. I... I don'... Aaah... feckin'..." He wimpered, the threads knitted a webbing between the spines, contorting the ink of his tatoo in his skin, slowly forming the fish-like fins. The tentacles on his chin continued to squirm, inspired by his panic and lack of control of the new nubby limbs. Under the sounds of his panicked wimpers, there was a wet sort of fleshy noise of the webbing continuing to creep up. He hugged his broken arm as best he could, the bones still thinning.
Suddenly his breathing quickened as a fresh new throbbing sensation pulsated from the base of his spine and his back twisted and cracked and grinded against itself. His leg tentacles wrythed and thrashed and he gave a panicked scream as suddenly his ribcage jumped under his skin, the bottom ribs dissolving as his sternum shrank. Unsupported, the contents of his belly and organs sloshed as though a giant waterballoon hung from his shrunken torso.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:36 pm
Suddenly Sid felt very light headed. Fainting would be a horrible thing to do right now, even more uncool as freaking out and running for the trees. He didn't faint, or throw up, or run, which he counted as a monumental triumph. But what he saw, and what he heard, was going to keep him awake for quite some time.
He couldn't keep standing after that. He sank down to his knees on the grass, aware that swimming the hell away was a viable option when faced with this as well.
Words failed him. He was pretty sure if he opened his mouth he was only going to throw up.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:40 pm
Quivering on the ground, afraid to breath, afraid to move, with the soft bubble pocket of organs slowly churning under the veiny blue skin. His breathing became strained, strangled, panicked gasps as he stared up at Sid with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. His lungs were shrinking... his lungs were SHRINKING... he couldn't breath, no he could breath, he was only panicing, s**t he couldn't panic but OH JESUS he could feel everything squirming, shifting, he could hear it, bile bubbling in his throat. "Help...!" He squeeked. The changes seemed to have slowed, but at a very uncomfortable moment.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:44 pm
Sid should have thought about that before, that when it was over Billy would likely only be able to breathe water. He still didn't entirely trust the people who said they could manage, to an extent, on land, so he nodded shakily and got to his feet. He sure as hell didn't trust his own strength, but he had to at least try to get Billy into the water, even in the midst of... all that...
He bent down and was immediately faced with the question of what he should grab hold of.
"Take my arm," he said. Easier if they just met halfway. Then he could try and get Billy into the water. It wasn't that far, thank god for that.
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