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 Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 7:11 pm
Nicky's calculating eye studied Jordan as the dog-taur reacted to his mentioning of Ambrose. A good guy, then? Or was he just saying that due to the dog in him? It wasn't a mystery to Nicky that some islanders were heavily affected mentally due to their serums. The tail wagging seemed to affirm that in Nicky's mind. He gave a mental shudder at that thought...he prayed his own...tail...Christ...my own tail? Still bugs the s**t out of me. He shook his head as Jordan continued to talk about Ambrose. He could sense the reverence given to the wolf in Jordan's voice. Maybe this would be easier than he thought...of course... Jordan seemed to have been burned in the past, considering his initial reaction. His suspicions were confirmed as he talked about enemies becoming friends and vice versa. He gave out a small sigh, knowing just what the guy meant. The feline face of Richard still haunted him...he knew he couldn't trust the cat...but so far she seemed to be the only one with an idea of what's really going on here. Aside from Sabin anyway.
He winced once more as his efforts did absolutely nothing. "s**t...alright...lets just wait until that medicine gives you a little extra boost."
His ears and head perked up in a thought, "hey...is there anything in your duplex that may help?"
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 7:33 pm
Jordan had been the one turning himself from friend to enemy, more often than the other, but he’d become assured of Richard’s poisonous tendrils already holding Awen in a stranglehold. Soon, she’d be his enemy and they’d be fighting on opposing sides. It was Richard’s influence that was making Jordan incapable of living a ‘normal’ and quiet existence. It was all Richard’s fault that Jordan was losing his best friend on the island! Apparently, no matter what you do to make amends, it’s never enough. You can’t atone for your past when there are shadows stalking your every move, awaiting to pounce and shred into you the very moment you feel any inkling of stability. He was being forced to choose sides.
Jordan struggled to push himself up onto his legs, grunting with the sheer stubborn nature of the Samoyed. He was not going to die of heat stroke –and embarrassment- in the sand! He was not going to lie prone and helpless, while relying on the assistance of a stranger. He was not.. he was not going to give up. Jordan began his renewed movement in the sand by crawling, actually scrambling to grip deep into the sand with his arms, bearing his fangs in a foolish show of pride. He was a damn five-legged dog who wasn’t going to lie down and beg. It hurt indescribably as his hindlegs didn’t want to move, but they did if only to keep up. Motion. He needed that motion. But in the end, he couldn’t do it. He was too weak from the change. Too weak in spirit. And he collapsed in exhaustion, panting harder than before with his tongue lolling from his mouth. It could seem odd to Nicky that he was hardly perspiring after such exertion.
Jordan looked up to Nicky, craning his neck to do so. “T’ink…” “..wu could… pull meee..? O-on ah blahnkeet? Ah.. ah.. can roll ahnto eet…” “Ah neeed ta be en da cooold..” The very idea was proposterous and degrading, but what other option was there? It was midly feasible.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 7:59 pm
The soon to be three-headed monstrosity groaned inwardly as he too thought about the acquaintances he made on the island so far. First Sabin...the doctor who was as much a prisoner here as the rest of them...just minus the fur. Gaius...the Pegasus do-gooder who will eventually get in his way. Victor, the freak among freaks who will give up any information you ask as long as he thinks you like him...and then there was Richard...the conniving cat-woman who had become his chief informant. He hoped with this Jordan character, he'd be able to up the list of people who knew something about this place.
Nicky stepped back for a moment as Jordan struggled to pick himself up. Well...one thing was sure about this guy...he had heart....that could count for something later on anyway. That deadly calm once more fell over Nicky as he appraised Jordan's efforts. Not too bright...or maybe just no common sense. That could probably be fixed though...with some help. He waited patiently until Jordan gave up and inevitably asked for help. He gave a slight grin which fell once more before Jordan looked back up. Not only help...but he wanted Nicky to drag him. He gave a slight nod, wanting to look like he completely understood Jordan's position. He did understand...in a way. Though, knowing Nicky, he wouldn't end up asking for help until a person offered it...and even then only if it became a favor for the other person to do so.
"Sure thing, Jordan. Lemme run over to your duplex and get something really quick," he said enthusiastically before he did just that. At first he walked briskly...then tried to run...but soon found himself almost falling over onto his face, his upper body being a tad bit heavier than he was used to. Finally though, he composed himself and began his brisk walk over to the duplex.
He was shocked at first at just how cold the duplex was...the dog-taur wasn't kidding. He shuddered, wishing he had brought his suit jacket...for once it would have been useful on the tropical island. It didn't take him long though to snatch up a beach towel and run back to Jordan. "I think this'll do nicely," he said as he stopped in front of the over-heated and panting Jordan.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:19 pm
The great thing about the new people is they didn’t know your past. Jordan couldn’t be judged by Nicky on his past deeds and that was a major plus. He didn’t want to ask for help if he could avoid it. Everyone on the island had their own share of problems or had gone through so much bullcrap before his arrival that the majority were bitter and distant; but this guy Nicky, this fellow dogman.. Jordan suddenly felt good about him. He ould build a friendship with him perhaps? At the very least an ally whom he owed a favor. Yes, Jordan would not let this gesture of kindness go unforgiven. He was thirsty and overheated. Lukilly, he had some steak in his mini-fridge still. He’d share some with Nicky, if he was so inclined.
As he watched the man rus off into the distance, he was relieved to see someone not treating him like dirt or turning a cold shoulder to him. This man was going out of his way on a crazy idea of Jordan’s design. He was too heavy to be picked up and too tired to move on his own. He couldn’t be moved by leaning on the other man’s shoulders, so this was the best they could do so far out on the expanse of sand. The beach had never looked so big before.. while he waited, Jordan laid his head on his paws, keeping an eye out for the moment Nicky would return.
Though it didn’t take as long as he expected, it felt like an eternity in the sun. He was a snowdog in hell. Jordan smiled at the sight of the dogman returning to him with a towel. He inched forward and lifted himself up precariously enough to stand for a few seconds, long enough for Jordan to be able to grip the towel in his fangs, appearing as a dog playing tug of war. He tugged it from Nicky’s hands and laid it on the sand, crawling over it to lay himself down hard.
“Ahkay.. ahm ready..” he nodded affirmatively. And then he spoke those words that were more precious than diamonds on the island. With a faint, strained genuine grin, Jordan spoke. “Ah owe wu wun, buddah..”
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:39 pm
Nicky, as much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, did kind of like Jordan right off the back. He wasn't sure what made him think that way...he kind of reminded Nicky of Joey from back home...yaknow...before his best friend died. Joey was just like this...determined...seemingly loyal...but always in the wrong place at the wrong time...dealing with the wrong people. He gave a slight chuckle which turned into a sigh. He missed Joey...it's been how long now? This thought only made him hurry back to Jordan all the more with the beach blanket underneath his arm. Once he reached Jordan, he frowned for a moment as the dog-taur pulled at the blanket. For a moment, he had the unexplainable urge to pull back...he even did for a split-second before realizing what he was doing. He gave a nervous chuckle and helped Jordan lay it out before standing back and watching as he rolled onto it.
"Hah! Damn straight you do," he said, grinning jokingly as he got a hand-hold on the blanket, "alright...ready? Here we go!" As he began pulling, a growl escaped his muzzle until he found the purchase to get the blanket and dog moving where the growl then turned into a grunt of effort. "There we go," he said with teeth clenched as they began moving quickly toward the house.
It didn't take long for them to get there, and he quickly leaped up to open the door for Jordan. Lord knows he'll have a hard enough time on his own. "Alright...last stop," he said, grinning, glad for the exertion.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:14 pm
Jordan suddenly understood why dogs enjoyed this, being towed on some sort of sheet, towel, or blanket: it was a lazy way to travel from point A to point B; except, Jordan wasn’t being lazy, nor was he enjoying being so helpless. In fact, Jordan was actually looking up to this man who’d gone out of his way to help a down-on-his-luck soul. His tail wagged happily as all suspicion was eradicated from Nicky- who was becoming the samoyed’s hero of the hour. He was so wrong about the new guy, to which he was relieved! Finally, someone who could understand the changes (psychologically and physically) that he was experiencing as a cano-sapien.
He appreciated the humor in the fellow canine’s voice. It took the edge off the seriousness in a tense situation. He switched gears for a moment. “Sherioushly, Neeky. Wu shaved mah life.” And he felt that way too. If he’d overheated to such an extent that his body had succamb to heat exhaustion and blacked out, he’d have baked in the sun for however long it would have taken the guards in the main compound to ‘get around’ to noticing his suffering vitals, then to dispatch a team to run aaaall the way to the opposite side of the island, just to pick up some mangy mutt- as he was sure they saw him as. Hell, they may not have ever come for him at all. “Ah owe wu maw than ah can rahpay.. buhd wu’ve earned mah reshpect and eternahl gratitude.. not jusht ahnywun would have cared enough ta do watt wu haf.. not fah me.. ” he huffed at that thought. Some would have laughed at him or taunted his weakness, but not Nicky. He selflessly put himself out there, like a soldier in war.
The low spot in mood didn’t last as Nicky joked again and they were at the duplex. “Eetsh not much.. buhd ah haf shum shteaks en mah fredge.. et’sh the least ah can do.” A smile cracked on his muzzle, ever-so-slightly as he felt the waves of cold assault his thickly-furred body. Home.
The cold was enough to energize his body to stand. He was so close to being able to lie down and relax in what was becoming his element. Yes, he had to keep it frigid in there and most people wouldn’t tolerate such chill, but for Jordan, it was equivalent to a comfortable room temperature. The five-legged dog fumbled to get onto the bed, but he did it out of sheer will and collapsed with a pleasant sigh onto his bed. “Ah hope wu dun mind da cold.” He nudged his head towards his closet. “Wer welcome ta haf ahny of mah old clothes, ef wu need extra warmth..” Silently finishing the thought in his mind I sure as hell can’t wear ‘em anymore..
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:44 pm
Nicky grinned, absently licking his nose as he waited for Jordan to get into his home. Well...things are going well at last...finally found something this guy responded to. In all honesty, I don't think things could have gone better. Was able to play into the helplessness...get the guy to like me...and get him to think he owes me. ********> Of course, as Nicky rationalized his current attitude toward Jordan to himself, no one...not even Nicky, could have guessed how he really felt. As much as he hated to admit it, Nicky liked being able to help people out...depending on the type of person, it was usually the fastest way to earn respect and a friendship...but in his line of work, that type of person was few and far between. He had learned early never to give anything without getting something in return...he had been burned badly in the past from people taking advantage of him when he was much younger. Joey never did that though...never. It was only recently that Nicky had finally found out that Feral labs was responsible for the drug that pushed Joey over the edge and into that fatal over-dose. It was for this reason that Nicky was trapped here too...there probably was never a hit out on him...just these goddamn bastards wanting him out of the picture. And from what Richard told him...Jordan may be in with the b*****d who runs this place. That goddamn ******** piece of s**t Doctor Moreau who does this s**t for nothing other than his own perverse pleasure. But...maybe...like Joey, Jordan was just caught up in the wrong crowd...
"Steaks, eh? s**t, now you're talking my language...lemme heat one of those up..." he said, trailing off as he looked about. "Goddamnit...always forget these things don't have microwaves. Well...cold steak is better than no steak." He smirked as he pulled out a couple of steaks from the fridge...they were cooked...he gave a mental thanks to that. He had seen the raw steaks at the cafe. He quickly found two paper plates to dish out the steaks on...one for himself and one for Jordan. Not standing on ceremony, he picked his up and tore into it...ripping his head from side to side a few times to get the piece torn off. He then gobbled it down. In all honesty, he was starving...he hadn't really eaten anything at all since yesterday and his body was aching for sustenance. Almost as an afterthought, he swallowed the piece of meat and placed Jordan's dish on the bed for the half-formed dog-taur. He, himself, remained standing, leaning against the wall as he chewed the steak....thankfully, his tail still allowed him this much.
"Hmm? Nah, the cold never really bothered me," he said...lying, "I'll be alright." The goosebumps on his arms gave this away. "You feeling better, then?"
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 10:15 pm
Jordan had no idea what his new acquaintance, hopefully friend, was thinking. Like them all, eventually you thought about home. He’d gotten caught up in all of the island politics that it had taken a sweet elderly woman by the name of Thina to remind him of the family he’d never see again, how it had only ever been Jordan, his mother, and father.. and even then he barely saw his parents. No one to look up to, no one to use as a role model. All he’d ever wanted was an older brother to look out for him. His parents compensated that with pets. Hardly the same.
Those steaks smelled so good too. A good slab of meat was what the doctor prescribed, so to speak. Jordan watched intently, sprawled on his stomach like a dog with his legs parted to the sides. He was comfortable on his soft bed, moreso when that luscious cold steak was placed infront of him. He didn’t know if it would be bad practice to eat with his paws in the company of the other dog, so he waited and then followed suit, pinning it down to the plate and tearing into it, likewise tugging and ripping it with flesh-tearing fangs. It didn’t take long for him to finish either, as he wolfed his food.
Jordan nodded to the question, licking some juice from his muzzle. “Ah feel much beddah now.. tha’ks ta wu.”Jordan was curious about him. Did he have family back home too? Should he even ask? He wanted to know more about Nicky. He wanted to befriend this savior from the sands. “Fahgeev mah.. buhd.. do wu mind ef ah ashk a parsonel keshtion? Uhm… ah wash wundring… pleesh dun bah mad.. ah wash wundring.. ef wu had famlee.. ah nevah had much of a famlee.. buhd ahll nevah see them again.. what wu did out thar.. ef ahd evah had ahn olda brother, ahd imagine he’d been like wu..” he was looking up to this guy something fierce.. “shorry.. ah know.. et shounds sho shtupid..”
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 10:40 pm
Nicky too proceeded to completely devour his steak. He didn't even realize until he was almost finished just how he was eating it. Sure, back home when he was feeling lazy and was by himself, he would eat a leftover steak with his hands...but not like this. The tearing from side to side...the open-mouthed chewing...it was just so strange to Nicky. With a sigh, he just pushed it from his mind and finished up the steak a bit after Jordan. He knew he couldn't keep pushing these worrying thoughts away forever...but not now...not in front of Jordan. He couldn't show anything but confidence in front of him. Once finished, he easily leaned back against the wall...wincing slightly as his sore tail pressed uncomfortably against him. He took a moment to rearrange the obviously non-canine like, offending appendage.
He felt a lot better though, now that he had some food in him...that steak hit the spot and hit it well. As he licked his chops, he didn't even notice his tail move very slowly from side-to side. At Jordan's questions though, his ears perked up slightly at attention. He licked his nose in thought before answering. "Well..." he began, making a point not to address being mad or minding at all, "yeah...I never had much in the way of a family. Was an only child...parents didn't really care about me too much. Until recently I had a large group of friends that turned out to be anything but that..." He trailed off though as Jordan finished with his comment about brothers. Nicky was shocked to be honest, and his only reaction was to give a genuine smile. No sarcastic smirk or false face for once...just a small smile. "Heh...don't be, Jordan...I'm honored." He wasn't quite sure what to make of this...after his initial reaction, he immediately began to suspect that maybe Jordan was making fun of him...but that look on his face...could he be telling the truth? "Besides..." he continued hesitantly, unsure of how to capitalize on the gem Jordan had just thrown to him, "I'm sure anyone else would have done the same."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:04 pm
Jordan scoffed incredulously. “Ahnyone elshe woulda left me there or laughed at mah mishzery…” Namely Richard or Newt. Jordan respected this guy too much to beat around the bush. He wouldn’t show his full hand, but he’d lay down enough for the man to go on. “Ahv dun thingsh ahm not proud of..” he turned his head away to look outside his window, gazing at the surf.
He wanted Nicky to think highly of him as much as did for Nicky- even if that meant telling him things that would make him leery. He couldn’t play this game of pretending everything is fine, like he had with Awen. Now she was turning against him… “People here.. they hear mah name en convosashion and associate me autamatacally...” a sharp, indignant huff erupted from his flaring nose. “Ahv dun watt ahv had ta do ta savive here.. hypacrits..”
He closed his eyes for a moment to keep himself from becoming emotional. This was not the time for that. “Ahm loshing mah best friend on thish ahland, ahv hurt people.. ahv…” He couldn’t hold it back much longer. Jordan was remorseful for the innocents he’d taken down and the lives he’d interrupted. A choking sob escaped, but he'd be strong. He had to! “Ahm not a monshter… ahv even tried ta be like them and undashtand them… buhd ah guessh ahm not meant ta be like them.. ahm shorry for tha people ah hurt. Ah though ah wash doeeng tha right thing at tha time..”
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 5:30 pm
Nicky just leaned against the wall, impassive, as Jordan spread his feelings out before him. Goddamn...a person after my own heart... he thought to himself incredulously as he just watched Jordan become more and more emotional as he weaved his tale. Only did what he needed to in order to survive, huh? I'm guessing he was roped in by Moreau then...except Moreau didn't need anything from anyone...Sabin on the other hand...Sabin needs something...which is why I can do business with him. But something tells me that even when Jordan did what Moreau wanted...it didn't work out for him physically...and Moreau wouldn't lift a finger to help. That's why Moreau will fall...he can't take care of his people. How can someone so brilliant be so ignorant at the same time? It boggles the mind. He idly wondered if Richard was one of these Jordan slighted then...the credibility of such biased information should not be taken lightly. He knew how to deal with the cat-woman then...at least he had an idea. Slowly, his initial shock and intimidated outlook on Richard had begun to fade as he began to realize just how many chinks were in her armor.
"...bastards," he muttered out as he continued to listen to Jordan. The dog-man was right though...they were all hypocrites in one way or another. Especially those holier-than-thou he had met so far. Survival was key...those idiots try not to realize this by hiding behind building something...'normal'...like a theater. The idea that they hurt this poor, pathetic dog-man enraged Nicky...a frown creeping into his features as he listened. If he had the means and opportunity, at the moment he would like nothing better than to bash the offenders' brains in.
"That's bullshit, Jordan...the fact that they lash out at you is sickening. And any 'friend' that won't back you in such a difficult time as this," he said while gesturing to the obvious difficulty Jordan was facing, "is no friend worth having....wanting to survive is no crime...and those that think so are goddamn fools."
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 5:58 pm
He had to remain strong. It was imperative not to be lost in a sea of rough emotions as that had caused severe bouts of depression in his earlier weeks of island life. He accepted that he was a screw-up long ago, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. He could change. People were known to change, after all. The one who remains static in the face of such turmoil is either insane or utterly oblivious. Jordan was like those waves he gazed upon: calm and friendly one day, yet rough and forboding the next. It had become a way to deal with the madness- or to prevent himself from succumbing to it. That’s why he did what he had to to survive. That’s why he was willing to play ball with Moreau, because no one else gave a damn. At least Moreau was consistent. If Moreau were going to betray him, then at least he’d have some idea it would be coming. However, that day wasn’t today.
Jordan’s attention was drawn from the ocean with an ear-flick that had caught the word Nicky uttered. “Huh..?” he slowly turned his head, repositioning himself for comfort reasons by folding his arms over one another and leaning forward on them. “Hoh..” he nodded respectfully “We ahl deal wiff t’ings deefrentlee..” Jordan offered a sage nod. “Ah do watt ah hawd ta.. beecaush ah could haf been shent ta prsihon.. poshiblee keeled or worsh en lawkdown.. but instead..” Jordan was just telling this man things that perhaps he shouldn’t be, but so far he hadn’t lunged at his throat “Ah wash brawt here fow ah second chawnce.. ahm shorry if that pishes on ahnywun’sh day, but thawt esh waw ah do watt ah gotta do ta survive.. ah know ahm jusht ah pawn.. buhd ah usheful pawn esh kept alive..”
Then… as if out of the blue, he listened as Nicky was actually supporting him?! Could it be that someone didn’t condemn him for looking out for his interests? Now Jordan knew this was a good man. He wasn’t chastising him hypocritically, as Richard had, for the cat had ties with Feral as well he’d learned early on. It was such offered knowledge that had caused Jordan to confide into the now cat-woman of his affiliations, in hopes of understanding, not torment. He was stunned. No one previously had ever been this nice after knowing so much of his shady wheelings and dealings. “Ah t’ink wwe undashtand wun ahnutha qwit wall, Neeky.” He wriggled his nose with a small grimace.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 6:36 pm
Nicky watched Jordan for his reaction as the half-formed dog-taur dealt with his own emotions. The soon-to-be Cerberus, himself, had thoughts of his own as he shivered slightly from the cold in the room. He also had worries about his own employer...Sabin...hell, who wouldn't? Eccentricities were always something to worry about. But Nicky had his own reasons for dealing with one of the people who did this to him. He had transcended the initial survival instinct and gone back to searching for some measure of control. Sabin would be able to supply that...he seemed to be the adviser behind the throne...and when all is said and done, the king is usually killed while the adviser slinks off into the sunset. Nicky knew this...and he was more than willing to capitalize. Though...he would need someone with loose morals on his side. Richard was a liability...Gaius was too outspoken...from what he heard of Zach, he was unable to control himself...but Jordan...if only he could get Jordan back into the good graces of the other islanders, he could be very useful. Already he seemed to be a direct access to Moreau...
He hadn't even noticed that he had stopped watching Jordan, lost in his own thoughts, when Jordan began talking about his own past. Nicky's eyes widened the slightest bit at that information. Well...Cons need to stick together...his face once more became impassive, except for a slight smirk on his canine muzzle. "Witness protection program," he said slowly, eying Jordan for any change in temperament. He was going out on a limb himself here, he was pretty sure Jordan would take this well...but there was always the slight chance his views may take a complete 180 upon hearing of his own checkered past. Though he was banking on Jordan being able to commiserate with his own troubles. "New Orleans...working with the wrong people..." he said, trailing off, hoping that that would be enough for the dog-taur.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 7:38 pm
Jordan didn’t ask questions he shouldn’t. He’d never known anyone in the witness protection program, but he assumed Nicky had been the better man in his own situation. His initial reaction slipped with a momentary raise of his eyebrows, but not much more than that. You don’t isolate the only guy in six months who wasn’t acting the part of judge, jury, and executioner. This guy was the real deal, a man who was on the level of the commoner, not some high and mighty aristocrat like so many others acted. Pretentious fakes and social butterflies trying to outdo who’s the most cultured and dignified. Whatever… He liked Nicky’s style. That’s all that mattered.
“Shum peepul math not be sho undashtandeen, buhd ahm not wun to judge, conshidereen mah own mishtakes.” Jordan offered forward as a peaceful resolution to the potentially-offensive quirking of his brow. “Yeer ah reel perhun, Neeky. Yah undashtand reel peepul, not preetendeen tah be shumwun yah ahnt. Wu ahn ah ahr here for reeshons of ore own doeen.” Jordan expressed a rare moment of insight. He usually seemed aloof and uninvolved with the lives of the other people, but perhaps that was all a clever ruse to begin with. He may be naïve, but he wasn’t stupid.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 7:52 pm
He knew it was probably a bad idea to give up so much information to someone like Jordan...but who's he going to tell? And Christ...if he does, who'll believe him? But all in all, he wasn't too worried about it...Jordan seems like a loyal one when all's said and done. Seems that's the only moral scruple he kept dear to him. Of course, Jordan wasn't the only one who knew about that...he was pretty sure he at least hinted at his marred past in his dealings with Victor. "Oh...you're right on the money there, Jordan," he said with a nod and a grin, showing off his well-developed canine teeth. "People tend to forget their own sins when they're overshadowed by someone else's."
He took a moment to look over Jordan as he leaned against the wall...his tail still lazily swinging back and forth. A small spark flared up in him for the briefest of moments...something was wrong...he was being way too open with this near-stranger. But...stressful situations bring along strange bedfellows...and with that thought, the spark went out.
"Heh...I appreciate that, Jordan. Too manyof the islanders are full of nothing but fluff...hiding in their own little activities and projects to forget about what's happening to them. It's no wonder they're treated the way they are by the labs. If you ask me," he said while walking closer to the bed and sitting down on his haunches, "they're the rat bastards who're selling out."
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