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 Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:45 am
Sophie stared at the names for a moment: just simply stared. Out of eighty people, three had died...that was almost a one-in-twenty-five chance that she'd be in a grave before the end of it. "...There was a murder, too?" She suddenly felt very much in danger, and pulled her knees to her chest in her chair, hugging them for support. "What...what happened to her?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:59 am
I should really stop scaring the poor girl. Richard thought as Sophie hugged her knees. Still like any good reporter, Richard just couldn't stop telling a story once he started. She hadn't run away either. Although in his opinion, Fiona's death was far more worrisome and tragic than any of the others. He tail laid still as he spoke. "It was shortly before I arrived on the island. You see, the changes are not just physical, they effect the brain as well as the body. Some more than others. Anne's was appearently an exterme case." He licked his lips before continuing, considering his words and watching Sophie's reactions. "See, Fiona was a rabbit and Anne was a wolf. When Anne changed her final time, something went wrong and she snapped. She killed Fiona, tore out her chip and ran out into the jungle. She's still out there."
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 10:17 am
(Continued via AIM due to techical difficulties)
Sophie: "...chip?" She asked, trying her best not to think of the whole 'killed' part. Sophie hadn't heard of the chips yet, and to her, it made the story incomplete, though perhaps she didn't want to know. Either way, her curiosity got the best of her, and she simply had to ask. Besides, it would be a good way to distract her from the fact that she was either going to die or lose her mind.
Richard : The sudden change of topic surprised Richard, who had assumed she would want more information. Still, Fiona wasn't really a topic he felt like explaining at the moment anyway. So much for his productive mood, anything related to the graveyard tended to give him a horrible writers block. Still he found her short attention span somewhat amusing.
He pointed to the back of his neck. "Everyone has chips in their necks that allow the labs to knock us out at any time. I just wrote an article on them actually." He smirked. "Or did you think everyone just went willing for their injection?"
Sophie:
"I...I guess I really didn't think of that."
Sophie's head sank to her knees, and she sighed, trying to get her thoughts in some form of order. The whole business was far too depressing for her, and she only wanted it to be over. Taking inventory of the haven beside her would have to wait. She needed to go.
"I should probably go," she said, standing up and stretching out her limbs. "It was very nice to meet you, Mr...?" It was only then that it occured to her that she hadn't learned his name.
Richard: Richard extended his paw like hand. "I'm Richard. Good meeting you." He felt a bit guilty about dumping the harsh reality of the island on the young girl. Still it was better if she found out now. Other islanders didn't talk about those depressing events as freely as he did. "I know its a bit overwhelming at first. You get used to it, you deal with it." Of course that was a bit of a bending of the truth. RIchard still wasn't used to have five extra limbs and has absolutely terrified of what might happen to his mind. There were only subtle changes that he had noticed thus far, but if they got worse....
Sophie:
Sophie took his hand and shook it gently: she wasn't much in the mood to give a nice, firm one. "Good luck with your newsletter, okay?" She then turned to leave, her stride not so sure as she made for the door, her head bowed and her thoughts muddled. She didn't need any more depressing thoughts: she just needed to go home, or whatever counted as her home now. And so, for the second time that week, Sophie began the walk to her duplex with an anxious mind and a weary body.
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