Welcome to Gaia! ::

Cecil nodded to the man, thanking him. He started to write in the book again and passed it down to him, it read,

You play pretty well yourself ^^ it wrote, before he took back the book again.

The mute kid wrote his reply, and showed it,

Cecil Milner The Third, Fancy name for a not so fancy person. It said, Nice to meet you.

Cecil withdrew the book, he heard someone come this way, it wan't that hard, they were in the middle of a forest and all. A moment of scribling later,

he revealed his text, You hear something?

Cecil shrugged, maybe it was a squirrel or a bug or something, or more likely, an islander.

He shrugged, unless the person in the woods was trying to maim, kill and eat them, which from what Cecil's seen, is likely. He blew a fleeting scale on his flute. Cecil wrote a few things in his notebook, and at the end, sighed a little, wiping a few leftover tears in his eyes.

So how long have you been here? He showed the book and looked at the man a little closely to see some interesting characteristics in the dim moonlight. It could be his eyes playing tricks on him, but prior expierence on this spit of land gave him different thoughts.

By the way, you don't know what time is it, do you? It was almost the start of Christmas when I saw the clock in my room. Christmas. That's the part when he started to tear up again. He just couldn't stand the fact that he was on a tropical island full of crazy doctors and being turned into an animal... whatever. The whole idea of it all seemed to come from the twisted mind of a horror movie director. Instead of enjoying his holiday in his snow covered city of New York with his friends, he was in this mess. It was all just.... Unfair.

Don't look it, not in the light anyway. Cecil wrote in his book and tossed it to the ground. He spun from his lying position on the tree and jumped down, flute and all.

He picked the book up and showed it to his companion, before he wrote down another afterthought.

So, what did those crazy people in the lab do to you? Cecil took a moment about whether or not to show this question, it sounded rude really, but he couldn't really account for tone, seeing that he doesn't have any understandable voice.

After thinking about it, he decided to show his question to his new acquaintance, if all else fails, he can play the "I can't talk, I didn't mean it the way you thought you did!" card and leave it at that.

Cecil tilted his head and looked at Charlie, raising his eyebrow his eyes underneath his glasses looking up to Char-Char, giving the sarcastic "Ya think?" Look. From what he's seen, the whole thing was going to be one very... Very unplesant experience. He stuck out his tongue like a dog who tasted something nasty, trying to keep the thought of the pain out of the way.

Cecil frowned for a moment, he looked at Charlie again, well, he's only been there for a month, he still looks alright. His face seemed lighter as he felt some comfort with the fact be looking normal a month from now, at least he won't have any horns growing out of his skull or anything as drastic as that. There were the feelings to deal with, but from what he had been told, the sensations fades away, somehow.

He thought about all of this, and put his musings in one sentence on paper.

You know, I have trouble believing it, it's so surreal, like a dream or something. He wrote down, giving the book to Charlie for a close look.

Cecil jumped a foot in the air when he heard the man appear from the tree. The mute's eyes were wide, and obviously shaken. He let out a deep breath when he realized it was just another inhabitant of the island.

He dropped his notebook and jabbed his finger at the man for a moment. Cecil didn't want to write what he wanted to say down, so he used sign languge in times like these times, it was quick, and usually took a few waves of the hand. It was another story of whether or not anyone understood what he was signing, so it wasn't a effective way of communicating, it sorta got the point across.. He put his right fist and twirled his left index finger above it. You a*****e! he had signed. Cecil pointed his finger at the newcomer again, then put his hands in front of his body with his fingers spread out. You scared- He pointed to himself, -me!

Cecil put his hands up in the air and let out another flustered breath, and he picked up the book and wrote down a sentence on a clean page. The young man showed the page to the visitor, it's letters visable in the moonlight,

You surprised me, shouldn't sneak up on people like that!

He loved doing that.

"Sorry, I didn't have a cello to announce myself." He made a few (hopefully) disarming gestures, he hadn't considered a possible threat from these two. "Now, I realize that I started our little conversation on a flat note, but doesn't warrant you being sharp with me," He grinned, "besides, look at what my options were! Be silent and slip into view at the corner of your eye, or speak before stepping out. Looking at it with logic, you would've jumped either way. Imprisonment usually heightens reactions, anyway. Why do you use the notebooks?"

Cecil put up his finger, and opened his mouth, as if he was about to speak. He turned around and scribbled something quickly to Charlie, and gave him the book again.

You tell him.

This guy sure knows how to make a first impression. He thought to himself. Cecil glanced at the man and rolled his eyes. From what he said, it sounded like they were at war or something. When he heard the word "Imprisonment" Cecil smirked, oh the irony of it all...