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 Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 7:41 pm
"An' do... wha', e'zactly?" He panted with a wry, breathy chuckle, "Lock me up? Nothin'... anythin' ye'd do... woul' compair t'th'shite I've... feckin' gone through... th'past few months..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 7:47 pm
Bobby arched a brow and snorted. "You have no idea what I can-could do. I was NYPD, there are many things I could have made it worse, MUCH worse than turning into calamari." It was... mostly true. They had their methods in the force that would have really messed with Billy. Heck, by the time she was finished with him, he would have been so messed up that what he looked like now would have been considered normal. "Prison isn't always sunshine and butterflies..." she added as an afterthought, making a half smile while she thought of the things she could have done to him. Yes, she would have made him pray to come to this Island...
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 8:06 pm
"Aye, tha's... e'zactly why... I ran away!" Billy backed up another few crawling steps, spiny fins erect and the tentacles on his chin still spasmadicolly twitching, out of his control.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 8:14 pm
Bobby sat back, sitting more comfortably in the water than being on all four limbs. She snorted again, this time in disgust... not at his being more octopus than man, but, "Coward! That's all you seem to be able to do... shoot and then run away. You don't even have the balls to take any responsibility. It's people like you that always made me sick.... people like you that made me want to be a police officer in the first place."
The pig gagged, giving Billy a look like he was a disgusting maggot. If she trusted her legs to stand, and her hooves to support her, Bobby would have walked away right then and there to make her point. Alas, for now, at least, she was stuck there.... like she wanted him to notice that.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:18 am
"Y'don'... know me...!" He weazed at her angrilly, "Y'don'... know wha' I wen' t'rough... it weren't... in me best... interest t'look back, y'dumb... selfish woman...!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:42 pm
"Oh, I don't know you..." Bobby rolled. "Pah-lease! I'd been on the Force for a decade. I have heard about every story in the book. Do not expect to get pity from me." The pig ground her teeth, and besides, there was bound to be someone who had had a worse tim 'going through things than him. And he called her selfish?
"Oh yeah, I am the selfish one... Pray, do tell... How am I possibly selfish?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:39 pm
"We're... sittin' here... mutated into... bloody monsters... an'... yer still... angry aboo' ... some... petty t'ing... happen a year... a year ago...!" He weazed in as close to a shout as he seemed capable. He had shot her partner? Too ******** bad! They would have shot HIM if he hadn't! He had been ina crack-powered stupor, fleeing for his life after the unfortunate events that had lead up to him coming to the states to begin with. The petty larsony and vandalizm he had commited while there was small potatoes compaired to the murder they had pegged on him. Alright, so he had been the one to pull the trigger. He hadn't fully realized the gravity of the situation at the time. He had been under the influence of red satin women's panties at the time regardless, and couldn't be held accountable. "Y'don'... e'en... bloody care... they've... cut me open'... pulled me apart'n... pu' me back t'gether again??"
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:49 pm
"Of course I am angry! Didn't you hear me? I had a FAMILY! Now, I know it may be something difficult for you brain to comprehend, but I have three children. Not one, not two, but THREE. Three, that I won't be able to ever see again. They will never know how much I loved them." Bobby snarled again, "Now as to petty... let's see; you ruined my life, have now messed up the life of my children and husband, completely destroyed the life of another man who had a family of his own, and then there is that family." The pig grunted a laugh of exaggeration and lifted her hooved hands, "I don't even have the fingers to count that up on anymore."
"And for the record, no... I don't care," Bobby leaned back, some of her energy depleted from her little lecture. "You probably deserved it anyways." Something on top of what she already mentioned before.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:25 pm
"Y'know... since... bloody... commin' t'this place... I've had me... god damn... bits bloody...fers' partially removed an' displayed in a jar.... then turned completely into... go'damn.... howe'er th'feck... octopuses... y'know... do it... feck I been turned... into this! I was... framed, manipulated.... an' wit' t'is t'ing on me..." He had to take a moment to catch his breath from this speach, his lungs overworked already. He took that time to point a tentacle tip at the collar still implanted into his neck. "Coul'... e'en t'ink... fer na' on a month... straigiht. M'clean now, Pig. ... Lemme' alone. M'sorry aboo'.... yer partner, bu'... I was... bloody panicked, alrigh'?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:37 pm
Well, Bobby didn't really know what to say to that. Sure, her life was ruined, but other than turning into a pig, literally, nothing horrible has really happened to her here. Then again, Billy seemed to have a nack for getting into trouble... and that was hardly her fault.
She had a comeback ready. Her mouth was open, ready to take more out on the octopus... but then... he... apologized? And it didn't seem hollow, but heart-felt (as much heart as he had). She closed her mouth and stared, unsure what to do. Bobby didn't feel she could accept his apology, not now, not yet, at least. Her eyes darkened a little, "You shouldn't be apologizing just to me. There are still the lives not on this Island that need it... and John, who is in no position to accept it."
But really, could she at least forgive him?
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 5:04 pm
"Wha's... no' on th'island... don' count no more... do it?" He chuckled dryly, "There's jes'... wha' we are now... who we are.... now... I've changed.... alrigh? M'no'... who I was... M'startin' a theater... s'aproject t'keep me... y'know... out o'... trouble."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 5:18 pm
Bobby snorted, and she was just about to forgive him... and then he when and laughed at her. "They still exist, there is still life outside of this Hell-hole of an Island, and they deserve to know why their lives were messed up along with our own."
She didn't like that idea one bit. There was more to her than just a pig. Bobby was still a mother -even if her children were halfway across the world or whatever- and no matter what Billy said she still would be. She was also a wife, but is something that had changed. Now, she had Pyroth; God and Trevor forgive her but circumstances had changed everything.
"No, you're wrong," Bobby glared but said with a deep sigh. "We still have our pasts, and no amount of this Island can completely take that away."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 5:49 pm
"We aint ne'er.... goin' back, officer," He hissed pointedly, "No'... matter how much... y'migh' ha' left behind, love. S'damn... damn shame." It was as simple as that to him. He had to think like that, or he'd spend his time stewing on his revenge on certain redheads back at home with blood on her hands as well.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 6:02 pm
Bobby flinched, "You think I don't know that? I know we can never go back... and I don't even think I'd want to. I don't want my children to see me like... THIS!" The pig chewed on a lip in an effort to not spit on him. How dare he call her 'love'... she was not his love, dear, honey, or anything!
Usually, Bobby didn't reflect on the past, she thought of her children in a different sense. Her pictures were all she had left of them. She knew that in many cases she was lucky to have even had them, to experience the joys, pains, and happiness of being a mother that many others here will never experince. That didn't make it any easier. And, with the object of her misfortune staring her in the face she just, didn't want to think about being reasonable right now.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 6:07 pm
"I don' remember.... tha' day too good.... t'tell th'truth... bu' y'was shootin' a' me... any mother... in a dangerous line o' work... obviously s'go' no problem... riskin' everyt'in'. Otherwise... y'wouldn'a' fol... followed me." He was finding her fascinating, probably because he was now sober enough to really digest the events in question.
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