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 Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 7:18 am
Antony couldn't sleep. The buzzing in her brain wouldn't let her.
And so she chain smoked.
Should she have helped him? Brought him back here? Let him sleep in her duplex?
She hated him, entirely and utterly. He had tried to kill her with a witness present. What if he tried it again when she was sleeping?
After another long drag of her cigarette, the tattooed woman still found herself unable to think properly. The transformation had been horrible, and the screams still echoed in her mind. He had been trembling in shock and horror; she had felt how weak he was when she hugged him.
At that moment, he had been honest. Transforming into an animal tend to do that to a person.
Maybe taking him off the drugs had actually made him into a civil person?
This thought caused Antony to stop mid suck, head cocking to the side out of a mixture of realization and sleep deprivation. Could he be a decent guy without his drugs?
Wait. Wait!
She couldn't just push aside the way he had treated her... Her and her ugly squirrel 'pelts.' He had compared her to the bearded lady for ******** sake!
Grunting, she snuffed the cigarette out into her ashtray, sliding it over to her nightstand before flopping back onto the bed. Antony couldn't make sense of it all for the life of her.
The morning... She'd see what happened in the morning.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 7:49 am
William was surrounded by a thick, endless blackness that pressed in from all sides, heavy and solid. It wasn't untill he moved that he saw the bubbles. He was under water! Deep under water! He couldn't see the surface! He thrashed, trying to swim in the direction he thought was up, only to spot his hands that weren't his hands at all, but long, wrything tentacles. Eight of them, webbed together and connecting under him. He was gripped by panic, gasping in the water befor he flexed them, shooting through the water towards what looked like a door plunged into the black sandy bottom.
He was small, octopus sized, but he managed to wrap his tentacles around the knob, pulling the door open. The water surged around him, knocking him through and he tumbled, tentacles tangling as he slid across the wet carpet, only to land at a pair of feet. He quivered, looking up as he raised his tentacles, flailing them desperatly as he tried to speak, "Help! please! Anyone!" But his voice didn't seem to work, the beak between his many limbs clicking noiselessly.
Hands bent to scoop him up, lifting him upwards and upwards, a million miles befor turning to carry him somewhere. He sighed, relaxing slightly as he wrapped his limbs around the hands in a loving manner. These hands would take care of him.
He lazily managed to look around, his octopus eyes narrowing as he noticed the other people in the room. At a long table, set for a fancy meal sat a tall, slim but curvy young woman with wonderfull, thick, deep red hair cascading down about her shoulders, her lips painted a soft glittery pink, her eyes a brilliant blue. Her fingernails were soft, painted the same lavander blue as his skin had become. She tapped her bowl with one of those manacured nails. "Oh, William," her voice was a soft irish purr, like fingers gently stroking him calm.
It seemed like a signal, though, as suddenly there was a loud chop and an explosion of pain from one of his many limbs. If octopi could scream, he would have, thrashing on the table as the person who had picked him up held him down, slamming the butcher's knife down on another limb. His eyes wide and desperate, rolled up only to see a familiar face contorted in rage.
"You'll leave her alone!" Aubrey snarled, the knife flying back down again, cutting off yet another tentacle and Billy practically rolled with pain.
"You've been so good to me," The red-haired woman lifted her wine glass, giggling as she watched.
There was the sound of gunshot, the door flying open as men in matching suits flooded in, all armed as Aubrey lifted his limbless lump of a body over the bubbling pot on the stove next to the cutting board. No... no no no NO NO I DON'T WANT TO DIE!
Billy sat up sharply with a cry, panting as he stared at the far wall with wide eyes.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:03 am
The cry didn't awaken the squirrel girl in the other room, for she was quite a heavy sleeper when she actually had a pleasant sleep, like the one now.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:12 am
It took Billy a long while to remember everything that had happened to bring him here, and where "here" was to begin with. He strategically didn't look down for a good long while, but finally, his morbid curiosity took over and he loweredhis eyes. Indeed, the tentacles were still attatched to his bare torso, the four of them wrapped tightly around the throw pillow, pinning it to his chest and stomach. They trembled as he tried to move them, but it was difficult. He'd never had a limb without any bones in it befor, beyond one and that tended to work on it's own.
Finally, he managed to loosen their grip, unwinding them enough to pull the pillow free and sorely pull himself to his feet. He hurt all over, every inch of him in pain and sore. A shower, his groggy mind decided, a shower. Wash away the uncertanties. Wash away the nonsence. Stripping off his opened shirt and carefully undoing his pants as he walked, he slid into the bathroom to examine Antony's shampoo.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:18 am
The noise of the shower combined with the morning light spilling into the room caused her to groan slightly and shift, burying her face in the pillow. Soon, as always, she found out that she couldn't breathe that way and simply gave into being awake. Groogily, she wiped her eyes and clumsily gathered her glasses from the nightstand.
It took her a while, but she soon realized that Billy was awake and showering, and that she really had helped him last night.
Antony let the sheet accumulate at her waist while she layed there, waiting for him to get out of the shower so she could do the same. In the end, she lit herself a cigarette and began to have a lovely morning smoke.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:25 am
After a while, the water shut off, and Billy surfaced from the bathroom, smelling a bit womanly. But he was damp and he was clean. His lavander arms and legs shone, looking healthier when they were wet. He still walked sorely, though, his bones weakened and flesh changed as he moved back towards the couch.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:31 am
Antony couldn't help but to snicker as he walked by and the scent of, well her, went tumbling after. It was something that always seemed to amuse her when men used her shower and shampoo.
Something surprised her though, and that was the fact that he had a rather large tattoo on his back. And he had called -her- a tattooed b***h.
Cigarette finished and snuffed, Antony slid off the bed and made her way to the bathroom to shower. "Don't get my couch wet," she stated, glancing over to him briefly before disappearing into the bathroom.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:37 am
He glanced over his shoulder when he heard her, nodding even ifshe couldn't see it. "Er... Lass?" He called hesitantly.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:39 am
"Hmm?" She replied, lazily making her way into the living room area since she had yet to undress for her shower.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:41 am
His tentacles twitched as he turned. It was almost funny how his tattoo appeared to be the black stylized lineart of a hanged skeleton. "Abou' last nigh'-" he started.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:42 am
She stayed silent, simply raising her eyebrows when he cut himself off. "Go on," the squirrel woman prodded softly.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:45 am
He shifted, turning back to sit on the coffee table, the suckers on the back of his legs where the towel didn't pad sticking to the slick surface. "I jes'..." He cleared his throat, murmuring quietly and begrudgingly, "Thank you."
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:48 am
Antony nodded in acceptance of the thanks, but remained standing as she watched him for a moment. "Now you understand," she stated, face hardening somewhat as she remembered him calling a part of her naught but an ugly pelt.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:50 am
He didn't answer, shifting a moment as he reached up with his strange new hands to fidget with his wet hair, staring down at his mutated feet and grown, twitching tentacles.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 8:53 am
Her jaw set and she simply turned around to make her way back to the bathroom so she could shower. She shouldn't have expected him to apologize for being an a*****e to her. He was male, and men never think they're wrong.
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