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 Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 12:32 pm
Cecil swung his arm out, as if saying "Don't care!". He stomped back to his duplex. She could keep the notebook if she wanted to, he had hundreds of them back in his room. Normally, he was a lot more polite, but it wasn't his day to be polite to anyone... Today, life sucked.
He opened his duplex door and looked behind his back. Gah, his wings were in the way... Again. Cecil did see the girl still following him.
The kid opened the door, and slammed it closed. He searched around for another notebook.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 6:58 pm
Just as she was about to shout out again, the boy slammed the door on her. Evi felt like she had just been rudely slapped. Maybe not as dramatic, but close enough. How dare he do that! She silently fumed, how rude and uncultured could someone possibly be to slam the door in the face of someone who just wanted to give them their damn journal back?
With much more intent, she strode up to the closed door of the duplex and banged her free hand against it forcefully, her tail twitching agitatedly behind her. She knocked again and waited.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 7:22 pm
Cecil, with a fresh marble notebook in one hand and a fresh pen in another, flopped onto his bed. He began writing. A poem, he decided, something to get the edge off...
Sad- BANGBANGBANG!
Someone was the door. As if he even needed to guess. He flipped to a clean page and grabbed a permanent marker off the nightstand. Only one word. His hand jerked in anger as he wrote each bold letter out. A moment later, he got up from his bed and walked to the door.
Cecil opened the door with an annoyed look on his face, he shoved the notebook page in front of the girl's face.
In big, black letters, it practically screamed, WHAT?
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 7:50 pm
Evi frowned, her brow furrowing as she read what the boy had written on the paper in bold letters. What indeed. She really felt like giving that stupid boy a shove, which is what she should have done, if she wanted to get into a fight. So, she did what she always did when she felt like she was going to lose her temper, she counted down from ten.
By the time she hit three, she felt sufficiently calm and remarked dryly, "You know, you left your journal up there in the tree and I figured that you might have lots of secrets in there, like a crush on one of these other island-freaks and that maybe you might just want it back. But obviously that must not be the case, seeing as you just rudely slammed the door in my face as I was trying to give it back to you."
As she said so, she pushed down the bird-man's hand that held the new notebook up in her face and shoved her own notebook in his.
"So, would you kindly take this thing back now so I can go on my merry way?"
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 8:07 pm
Cecil glared at her coldly, and waved her in, refusing to take the notebook.
They got up to his closet, and he threw open the door. On the ground were thirty or so notebooks large and small, littered all over the place. He threw his arms towards them, gesturing to them, saying in his voiceless speech, "See? I've got plenty."
He plopped his body belly first on the bed once more, and wrote something down with his fresh permanent marker.
I hate this island, I hate being a freak. He had wrote, showing her the page. His anger was quickly turning into depression again, the evidence was the damp teardrop on the paper.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 8:56 pm
Evi sighed, her leftover anger evaporating. Her Of course, why hadn't she noticed before? This guy had definitely changed, but for the most part, he still looked human. Hell, he probably hadn't even been on this island for that long.
"Oh, well, you really should take it anyways. What would I do with it, eh? It's already got your writing all over it anyways." She said this much less forcefully, rather as a statement than a suggestion that he should take the notebook.
"You know, technically, you aren't a freak, if you look at it. 'Cause here, being a freak means your not a freak 'cause everyone's a freak. That makes anyone who's normal a freak 'cause they're normal and anyone who's a freak is normal. So technically, the freaks are normal and the normal are freaks. You get it? But really, its okay to hate the island because everyone who's a freak and who's not a freak hates the island anyways which makes it a normal reaction!"
She smiled apologetically, trying to cheer the guy up from the slump he was in and because she felt absolutely awful for almost yelling at him.
"I'm Evangeline, by the way. But you can call me Evi."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 4:41 pm
What?
Whatever, he was still in his little dark hole of despair. Cecil let out a sigh, picking his head up and wiping the tears on his eyes. Just because he "Fit" in here didn't comfort him. Personally, it made him feel worse.
Cecil leaned on a hand and wrote down,
Cecil.
Below that he said,
Thanks I guess. I don't know, I think it's just culture shock.
He pushed the book over to her, but he quickly took it back after thinking about it, and wrote in it again.
And being torn away from my family, and my future and all that. Other than that, culture shock.
Another line skip, he wanted to change the subject.
So.... How far are you?
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 11:50 am
She read the Cecil's questions and pondered for a moment. Until then, she had really realized that she had never thought about how far she was.
"Well, based on the the fact that I think we have four stages, I'm at 75% right now. Almost done, actually. You can't even be half-way yet, eh? I'm pretty glad I'm turning into a monkey though, all things considering. "Cause I used to be a circus performer, before coming here. You know, like one of those Cirque du Soleil people. So I like jumping around and stuff. Can't do that if your turning into a rhino..." She trailed off, pushing his notebook back to him.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 6:38 pm
I feel sorry for the b*****d turning into a rhino... Cecil wrote down casually. He seemed relaxed, but his writing still seemed bitter.
I guess you're lucky, at least you have some use being a monkey. Me, I'm gonna be a songbird without any voice, ironic. There was a pause, an annoyed look on his face, or at least, the best he can do with a bulky beak in the way.
To have wings, but not fly. It's great, just great, almost seems ******** poetic. This whole island can be one giant literary nightmare if it wanted to.
If I ever get off this wretched place, I'm publishing a book about it, it'd be a bestseller I bet.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 4:30 pm
"Well, I've heard that most of the winged islanders can flap around a bit, if not fly off the island." She paused, thoughtfully entertaining the idea of a novel based on the island. "Hey, maybe you could write a book about the island! Get Moreau to publish it for you, eh? Of course, you'd have to put in a disclaimer that none of it was true and go under a secret identity, but it's perfectly plausible!"
The role of her eyes stated otherwise.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 5:00 pm
Cecil would've laughed if he could, so he tried a smile instead. It wasn't such a bad idea. It's not like he had anything better to do but mope. Might as well do something productive.
Why bother putting a disclaimer? This place alone is under science fiction. He seemed into the idea.
Besides, if we're sneaky enough, we can make little coded messages in them...
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:47 pm
Reading the note scrawled in the book, Evi felt a grin slide on her face. "Yeah...like pictures, you know? Hidden messages in the pictures!" She felt great when she saw the attempted-smile playing on Cecil's face, the first she had seen since meeting him in the tree.
"So, you a writer then Cecil?"
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 2:17 pm
Cecil shrugged, Planned on it way back when, after losing my voice and all. Wanted to be an actor though.
He slowly propped himself upright on the bed, careful not to damage his delicate wings.
What a place to start a writing career, eh? No problem getting source material.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 5:02 pm
"Oh, yep, getting a source would definitely be no problem at all! You can just walk up and ask anyone on this whole island!" She smiled again, showing her rather juvenile exuberance, even though she was nineteen. She abruptly changed subjects.
"It's a really wonderful day out, isn't it?"
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 6:13 pm
Yeah... Writ looked outside the window.
She was weird, it was either that whole monkey thing, or she was just like that. That was alright with Cecil, though his definition of "Weird" was changing as the days passed by.
He got up, and opened the door, looking at Evi before going out.
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