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 Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 9:21 pm
Jacky had a deep surging of déjà vu. This was just like listening to Nicky, but it wasn't like she'd actually been listening. "Okay....so that's what two people have said.... But it still doesn't make any sense. What is the point of all this? How is this worthwhile?" Jacqueline hugged her knees and leaned her head on the couch. "So there's a bunch of giant dogs and bats running around.... Is this some shitty way of taking over the world? Like a horrible B-movie?" She stared at Tommy's furry arms as Brewster popped his head out from between them and wandered over to lick her face.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 9:30 pm
And there was the million dollar question. The point behind all of this. He had heard many different rumors, and even Jacky's B-horror movie idea was on par with them. He just took a deep breath and opened his wings a bit to allow Brewster to pop out and try to comfort Jacky. Then, he let it out in a deep sigh...his razor-like fangs showing themselves slightly from behind his lips.
"You know...that makes about as much sense as some of the other theories I've heard. So far...the 'official' story they give out is that it's supposed to be make some panacea...a cure for all disease and genetic defects. Personally, I don't see how taking away a person's hands...or turning someone into an octopus is supposed to do that...but...whatever. When everything's said and done though...I personally think it's about a person who's crazy as ******** with too much money and a genius IQ to boot."
"So...in other words...it's best not to think about it...just...try and cope I suppose until...until something happens." Tommy's glossy black eyes stared off into the television set as he spoke...as if he was trying to convince himself as well.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 8:16 pm
Not thinking was one of Jacky's strong suits. For the most part everything she'd ever done was based on the tangible or on feeling. But somehow she wasn't sure she'd be able to ignore life indefinitely. Not here. Not on this godforsaken island. Perhaps back in Europe. I haven't been over since Francis had that hostile fishmonger takeover going on. "But I refuse to go back to Finland, Brewster! I absolutely refuse! I'm not going to deal with the chance of you meeting up with your old girlfriend. I don't care how much you like indigenous weasels!"
Jacky stared uncomfortably at Tommy. It was a rare occasion in which she would actually realize that she'd blurred the line between inner monologue and speech. "Don't look at me like that! Francis was hospitalized for a week with wolverine bites! I have good reason not to go back! I don't care how great hospital sex was!" She tossed a pillow at Tommy and quickly scooped up Brewster. Peering over his head, Jacky held tight to him as a shield between her and the normal person she was sitting next to.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 8:25 pm
Tommy just sat there and stared at Jacky as she continued to dig her hole deeper and deeper. For a bat-face, he sure had a decent human look of incredulity about him. He couldn't believe what was spewing forth from her mouth. It was...well...completely and utterly insane, really. She was as screwed up in the head as he was physically. "Um..." he began, not really knowing just what to say to Jacky after this outburst. She seemed...yaknow...relatively normal before...the oddities he just chalked up to stress from being here. But...goddamn...she was messed up before she got here.
He began to say something but instead caught a pillow to the face. He instinctively bit down on it, slicing a large gash in the casing before spitting it out, feathers flying about. "Goddamnit! Look at yourself, lady! Put your poor dog down and just chill the ******** out!" Tommy got up off of the cough and stood himself...albeit on all fours...and stared up at Jacky. "You're sounding like a goddamn nut job! Now...I'm sure you're just freaking out a bit that you're talking to what...in your eyes anyway, is nothing more than a very large animal...but you have to calm down if you're going to survive here, alright?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 9:59 pm
Brewster snorted and wiggled his paws as his cushion stood up and started yelling. This was certainly no way for beanbags to act. Jacky had always wondered why people gave her funny looks or called her names when she talked about her past. It was as if no one was willing to believe that her fat dog had been in love with a massive indigenous weasel. You just can't make that sort of s**t up. But, as her father always said, more than likely it was them just being jealous. Jacky eyed Tommy suspiciously. Jealous of all the wicked awesome things she'd experienced!
Survive? "What do you mean by 'survive'? Survive being mutated? Or being eaten? That's what Eugene is here for. He's still under contract, so he's in charge of fixing things. He got us stuck here, so he's in charge of preventing any further issues." Jacky scratched at Brewster's ear, contemplating what it would be like to have wings like Tommy's growing from her arms. Hairy just wouldn't do. It was fine for men, but definitely out for a young and sexy woman such as herself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 5:42 pm
"You're...lawyer...is going to stop this from happening? Oh...alright then," he began as he sighed and turned away. There was just no getting through to this woman. Instead of just get while the getting's good though, he really wanted to watch the rest of his movie...he was here before her crazy a** burst through the door. So, the bat-man just plopped back onto the cough, wrapping his wings about him once more.
"You'll figure it out eventually, I'm sure," he muttered out in defeat as he turned the movie a notch louder using his foot to pick up and use the remote. "Enjoy the ignorant bliss while it lasts."
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 11:03 pm
The Briscoe-Thomas duo stared at Tommy as he went about ignoring them for his movie. Perhaps he was committed to the idea of staying, but this woman was sure there had to be some way off the island. Jacky grabbed up Brewster's leash and headed for the door while he barked in disappointment. His successful attempt to wriggle out of his owner's arms was met with an attached leash and sharp tugs, followed by a slow dragging sensation.
There had to be some method of lawyer-ism that could get her back home, regardless of how much she'd owe Eugene in the process. Just so long as she could leave behind the condescending and/or possibly cannibalistic fuzzy people. I just have to find Eugene....and he'll fix this. He is required to get me the ******** off this island.
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