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 Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:25 am
After awhile, Bobby cried herself out. With a final sniff, she dislodged herself from Pyroth's comforting 'arms'. Feeling better, the woman offered the coyote a smiled, her lower canine-fangs glinting in the cafeteria light.
Her usual manner slowly came back to her. "I needed that... if you tell anyone that I did that.... well, I'll give you a lap-dance!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:31 am
"Anytime"
Pyroth nodded to Bobby but that solemn expression quickly turned to an eyebrow raise and a smirk.
"A lap dance!" he grinned wider "Ah but what if I don't /have/ a lap by that time?" his tone was light and airy as he went on. "Nah, just kidding, but seriously, who would I tell? I'm a little short in the friends and cohorts department on the island."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:36 am
Bobby turned and showed Pyroth her butt. "With this... I cannot miss..." She joked, hiding the woman that was still crying inside. "And you are not short on friends.... and besides, I don't really want anyone knowing period.... not even acquaintances!"
The woman pointed a fat finger at the coyote in a threatening manner, as she tried to also look disapproving with an arched brow.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:39 am
Pyroth's motto on the island was that if you didn't laugh, you'd cry, since he could no longer do the latter, he was dealing by doing the former.
"You got it." he smiled warmly. "Though I'd bet there'd be some guys out there who'd pay good money for an exotic dance /that/ exotic." there was no harshness in his tone whatsoever, his tail even waving slightly in an outward expression of his aim to cheer Bobby up rather than bring her down.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:46 am
Bobby laughed, a sure sign that she would be okay... of course, now that her stomach was controlled, the woman was exhausted. "I pity the fool who would want such a thing!"
She yawned, mid-way in her laughing. "Not to seem unappreciated, but I am just plain tired. The, ahh, change left me tired... although I didn't get much sleep anyways." Bobby turned to the door and walked on her way out, yawning once again. At the door she turned and gave the coyote a half-smile as she waved, "See you around, and I hope you find something to eat!"
Bobby went straight back to her duplex, stumbling much of the way.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:51 am
Pyroth nodded and gave Bobby a wave "Not a problem, you go get yourself some rest."
As she went, Pyroth returned his attention to his original intention of coming to the cafeteria. Looking at the decimated mess that was the buffet, he let out a mock-sigh and shook his head.
"I'll come back later."
He wasn't about to feel the wrath of the cafeteria lady.
Turning and heading out of the door, he made his way back to his duplex.
END RP
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:49 pm
New RP
Chana had been carefully avoiding people since the Lily disaster. It wasn't that she didn't want to see them, it was that she still wasn't sure what she thought. Finally, hunger and a hope of meeting the other woman had forced her out of her duplex and into the cafeteria.
Oooh...what was this? Freshly picked greens, from the smell. The beaver girl loaded up her plate, scrupulously avoiding the fish. Not until she'd caught it herself!
With a satisfactory salad put together, she made her way over to a table.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:58 pm
Pyroth had come back down to the cafeteria out of a necessity, he was extremly hungry and had missed out on his lunch that morning, something which he couldn't really do when he hadn't eaten in about three days.
He slunk into the cafeteria, his nose almost instantly informing him that no, he wasn't alone. However, he said nothing to Chana until he had piled a plate high with rare steak and sat down nearby.
"Hello there." he said with the faintest of grins, pretty sure he had seen the other islander before at the river that day.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:03 pm
Chana watched the man enter with interest...well, could she really think of him as a man? He looked more than half wolf, and that was saying something! Though...she thought he might be one of the people that had been at the river that day? If so...he'd changed since then.
And that was a scary thought.
She smiled sheepishly. "Hey. I've seen you, I think, but we've never met. I'm Chana." And before she said too much, she shoved another forkful of crunchy lettuce into her mouth. Not too bad. Could be a bit stiffer and greener though.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:11 pm
Pyroth nodded, still chewing on some of the food for his plate, swallowing it before answering.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Pyroth." It had been less than favourable conditions that day, he'd been really pissed off, a snarling, bristling ball of anger, actually. At the moment he was a little more calm, more weary after the change, still tender. It would pass but for now he'd bask in the tranquility.
He passed a glance over Chana's less human features and played the usual guessing game, deciding that he didn't have a clue what she was becoming, he'd never known much about animals, this island made you wish you did.
"You were down at the river with that traitor weren't you?" he had no idea if Chana really knew Lily prior to that.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:16 pm
Chana nodded as Pyroth introduced himself. So far so good...
She flinched when he called Lily a "traitor" though. She'd forgotten that while she was more inclined to forgive Lily, not everyone was. And...she studied his sharp teeth, ripping at the steaks...she wasn't going to point out that Lily hadn't actually betrayed the other islanders.
Swallowing her mouthful of salad, Chana nodded. "I was," she confirmed.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:20 pm
He frowned pointedly. "I don't get why she thought she could just go from scientist to islander without any resistance."
Still, he wasn't about to wax lyrical on the whole thing, that would just get him angry again and when he was angry, he had to go hunt something to take his mind off it, in this form, he wasn't the best of hunters.
Instead he opted to raise a brow at the brown-haired woman and change the subject.
"So how did they get you here? Any particular lies?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:27 pm
Chana frowned. "Would you have told everyone, if you were in her shoes?" she asked acidly before she could stop herself. Frustrated, she bit her lip with her oversized teeth.
She suddenly lost her appetite for her salad. And when Pyroth changed the subject, she wondered why he couldn't pick anything better.
"I thought I was getting a job at a special camp for the mentally retarded," she answered shortly. Hmmm. She still had to eat...Chana forced herself to take another bite of salad. It was really missing something. Maybe some...
...no! No bark no wood no anything like that! She was human, damnit!
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:39 pm
Pyroth took another bite out of the steak and gave Chana a toothy grin. "I probably would have lied, but made sure everyone thought I broke the serums on purpose. A martyr of sorts. People like that and would be more willing to beleive lies than the doctor." He wasn't afraid to admit that he was willing to lie to save his own skin.
And then the urge to make a joke out of that comment was incredibly strong, but he resisted somehow.
"Wow, the rainbow of lies they use is pretty vast from what I've heard. They've certainly brought in a vast variation of people, that's for sure. Wish I hadn't been one of the unlucky ones."
He was tempted to shift attention away from the island again, but lately it had been hard not to think about it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:45 pm
Chana frowned at Pyroth. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. She wasn't happy to hear his response to her question or to her answer.
"Well aren't you just the rain on my parade," she muttered, giving her salad more of the attention it deserved, rather than him. Sitting by Pyroth was starting to grate on her nerves. It wasn't just his attitude and (brutal) honesty, but also his appearance. Beavers did not like whatever he was becoming. Not at all.
On the other hand, Chana had been very interested in predators either. She'd avoided most of those enclosures when she'd been conned into going to zoos.
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