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 Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 4:22 pm
"I'll do that," he smiled, showing off his sharp teeth in a manner that was not entirely sincere. He was happy with this mixture of fear and respect, as it was quite preferable to being an object of ridicule and hate. It was nice to stop trouble at its source, the disgruntled individual. Hopefully this man had learned there was no point in trying to fight the situation, or other islanders like himself who they would treat as embodiments of the situation.
"Well, I'm going to keep walking. I need the exercise." Zach grabbed the crutches again, using them to help him get back on his feet without flailing around too much. His wings were half-spread as he did, like a precautionary measure that wouldn't help. He leaned on the crutches for a moment, then gave the drunk a sort of parting nod. "Just remember, if you do anything bad, the consequences are your own fault. This island is home now to everyone here, and the people who live in denial about that are only hurting themselves. So try to enjoy yourself. Merry Christmas."
And with that, he hobbled away from the dirt mound and back toward the loose ring of duplexes, tail swishing energetically.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 3:24 pm
Whether Zach had meant to do this, but he had certainly given Oz a lot to think about. It was perfectly reasonable that the dragon-man would want to keep his limbs moving, only way to get things working again. Oz knew that from phsiotherapy, and only hoped that he wouldn't need further treatment as a result of something on this Island.
Zach's parting statement struck Oz as being like a warning. Who was this guy? Spokes-thing for the punishment section of the labs? He smiled awkwardly as he waved Zach off, suddenl realising he didn't know his name. But neither had he got Oz's name. Maybe there was a bit of safety in that. Zach's appearance was unmistakable, but Oz was 'normie' or 'halfie' and quite easily blended in the mosh of others like himself, simply one of a crowd.
A wolf girl on the loose...ripped out someone's throat...why didn't they stop her?...the chip keeps Islanders safe...the labs watch us...the labs can punish us...
Finding himself alone, in the dark, and fairly open, he felt it was time to call it quits on Christmas and head back to the safety of his duplex. He swigged the alst of his beer and gathered up the empties, walking at a quick pace back to his sanctuary. Hey, who said you couldn't be an environment-conscious drunk?
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