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 Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 7:29 pm
Zachary Bloodstone Peaceful unit? More like a psycho ward. His mind worked to decipher the bizarre-sounding question and supply a believable answer. What were costumes for? Movies! "It's an, uh... movie set."
He realized once again that the other man couldn't understand a thing he'd said, and slowly typed it in. The language barrier was infinitely frustrating. His simple lie was already being figured out very easily. More detailed explanation followed, which he said aloud slowly as he wrote. "The movie.... is about people... on an island... turning into animals. Everyone here... will... tell you this."
He handed back the translation device and plastered an extremely fake grin on his face. Would the guy buy it? There were no other alternatives but the real truth, and that was a significantly bigger leap of faith than believing the twisted bit of explanation he'd put forth. If it was this easy to stop the newer people from tripping over their own feet screaming bloody murder at the sight of him, he'd have to keep using it. He wasn't getting any more human as it was. T aro's eyes narrowed suspiciously, he looked up slightly over the device toward the other man, inspecting him carefully. For some reason this person was lieing to him... or he had been lied to by the ones that told him he was going to this island to spend a term under the Peace Corps. For a moment he wondered if this might be some kind of elaborate reality TV kind of thing.
It seemed a little... too far fetched, though. He pursed his lips, looking over this stranger once more. Horns, bizarre red skin.. like scales perhaps, strange growths at the sides of his head, and of course that tail. He had yet to get behind him to see if anything else was different back there.
A movie set...? Well.. maybe. The little set-up WAS pretty posh and clean, probably too much so for an actual Peace Corps village. When he'd been looking through websites and the other s**t he'd just seen little run down village township things where the children had bloated stomachs from lack of food and that kind of thing. But did he believe it...
He bit his lip and tapped another message, this time not even bothering to try to pronounce it in his seriousness and curiosity.
"I was told I came here for the Peaceful Unit, not a movie. Really, what is this place?" He handed it over and looked up at the other. Usually he wouldn't be so serious but if he was someplace he wasn't supposed to be.. well he might have to have a talk with someone. As fun as a movie would be he was serious about going to Peace Corps so he could get into a good college.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 7:45 pm
Joshua Rivers Test - some test. Joshua had a hard time believing that being here could sway his faith in either direction at all. "Hmm. Well. Perhaps that's true." It was obvious he was still doubting Stewart's words by the tone of his voice. Who was to know the truth, who was to know who was right? No one would know for sure until death, and he was in no hurry for that. "Well, Stewart... I think I'm going to head back to my duplex now, or I'll be late for my tutoring appointment. It was nice to meet you, and I hope I didn't offend you too much with our conversation," he said, smiling.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 8:04 pm
"I would like that very much," Josha agreed politely. "I'm sure I'll see you around again soon." And with that, he returned to his own duplex to get ready for his teaching lesson of the day with Colche.
(( END RP ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 3:35 am
He continued to flash his smile, forgetting for the moment that showing off his sharp teeth didn't help increase his human appearance.
... Not in a movie? What else would an actor want to be doing here, especially a foreign one with nothing but a little translation device? He was stumped again, weakly taking the device. Nothing seemed to come to mind for what he could say but the actual truth. Or perhaps not. He had no clue what a 'peaceful unit' was. Maybe it was a resort, and this guy was some top-notch actor from China.
Tap, tap, tap. He read aloud, though the other man evidently couldn't understand a word he said. It was more about his own comfort level than the one of the uninformed asian. "Maybe the director didn't talk to you about your part in the movie yet."
He stopped, realizing that there may be a small hope of beating some scraps of English into this man. Onto the small device, he wrote a small amount more before returning it to its owner. "Sorry I did not ask before, but what is your name?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 6:46 am
Taro was... well alright, he couldn't continue to be ALL that angry anymore. A movie, huh? This was a once in a lifetime chance, and besides, if he couldn't get into a college but was being offered an acting job.. well that paid a LOT, which served his purpose just fine.
He couldn't help but let slip a little grin as he held the device more like it was a toy than a tool, once more yammering out his interpritation of the text that appeared on screen. "Sugoi! I did not expect this kind of what under any condition!" An actor! He'd never thought of it before but HEY! Why not?
Name? He understood that word in english. He pointed to himself, using what he could remember of that phrase. "Ano.... I.. ano.. nameu Hirohito Taro." He placed his hand on his chest as though to further display that the name belonged to him. He then pointed at the other. "Nameu?"
HA! Take that translator. He unconsciencly puffed out a little with his mastery over the English language. This wouldn't be so hard.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 6:19 pm
He glanced over Hirohito's face. The grin and exclamation of surprise sealed it. Zach's slightly faster swishing of his tail betrayed his relief - this man had bought it! Now he felt a small twinge of guilt - he was telling the man what he wanted to hear, and not what was going to happen. He was acting just like the doctors.
He paused briefly as Hirohito apparently asked his name, though between the garbling of pronounciation and the odd 'u' put at the end of the question almost threw him off. "My name is..." His mind raced. He didn't want to give his real name to the guy. Of course, he forgot how Hirohito could easily recognize him by his appearance. Well, he could fool the guy somehow, and just hope he never met the unfortunate guy again. He'd just give someone else's name, someone he didn't know very well. He pointed at himself. "Ian!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 9:38 pm
He nodded. "Ian." It was easy enough to pronounce. He thought about trying to shake the other's hand but those claw-gloves looked like they must have taken a LONG time to get on. He was very excited now. A movie! He was going to be in a movie, this was so much better than Peace Corps.
Taro waved a hand, trying to express what he wanted to say without having to bother with the damn troublesome translator. "I'm going to go now. Ano..." He pointed back to his duplex and made a walking motion with his hand, and then waved.
He started walking back to his duplex, looking over his shoudler once to be sure that Ian didn't think that Taro had meant to follow him. When he was satisfied he turned back full front.
The sky was surely more blue, the grass definatly more green, and the sun felt brighter and warmer than ever. Things were looking upward for once, he was going to be... a STAR! (Who doesn't imagine being a star at least once in their life?)
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 12:14 pm
=New RP= After his brief chat with the French bloke over the intercom, F had only had a short walk around the village and a brief stop at the beach before heading back to his duplex. He'd felt rather off since he'd woken up and decided on an early night. Late the next morning F rolled off his bed and out of the door, but not before snatching his tobacco tin from one of the draws. As soon as the sunlight hit his face, F rubbed his eyes and slotted on his shades. He then leant back against the duplex door and slid down it into a squatting position so that he could use his knees to roll a cig for himself. Although he had been lucky enough to begin perfecting the technique when he was more or less two years old, he seemed to take a lot of time and care over this one - his mind evidently somewhere else as he rolled it. The place had seemed eerily empty since he'd arrived, and although he had been told it was a new breed of offshore "prison", it certainly didn't fit the bill appearance-wise. Once he'd rolled his cig and stuck it in his mouth he stood back up and began walking in some randomly-selected direction, stuffing the tobacco pack into it's tin as he moved. Hopefully he'd find out where the party was at.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 12:31 pm
In the days following his latest change, Thom's time had been occupied working towards a single goal: walking, the firs tstep to the countless other activies that normally filled his life. He knew it was possible. By now, he was positive he could accomplish it in at least some sense. But supporting his weight on his tail was hard enough, much less manuvering the tail in time with his good leg so he could actually move forward.
Unsurprisingly, he was still relying heavily on the crutch. Step, crutch, glide, and so the pattern continued as he made his way around the village. The village was the best place to learn to walk again. The ground was even and unobscured, unlike in the jungle, and solid enough that he could manuver the crutch easily, unlike the beach. Not to mention the fact that if something should go wrong, he was close enough to home that he wouldn't be in trouble. And so he made his way around the duplexes, heading in no particular direction, every so often altering his movements in an effort to get a bit closer to a natural stride. Step, crutch, glide...
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 1:36 pm
((I was told to establish where Antony is. XD; ))
Dark sunglasses down and lit cigarette between two of her fingers, Antony was on her way to the cafe for lunch. Thankfully, a couple of clouds were floating on by just enough to create a bit of an overcast.
After her conversation with Kaveri and Billy, Antony was left with quite a deal to think about whilst walking. Despite the weather, she was in a pair of pants and her usual tank top. Pants kept her non furry skin on her legs from burning, so they were preferred clothing most days.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 2:26 pm
F hummed merrily to himself as he strolled through the village. He walked in the shade against the walls until he reached the end of a line of duplexes, entirely not expecting, as he rounded the corner, to come face to face with a 6-foot alien-cyborg-y creature with death-black scales and horrid yellow eyes.
And of course, it hadn't crossed his mind that the metal object by the creature's side might not have been some device of pain and death, but instead a relatively harmless crutch that it depended on for walking.
Now even if it had been Goldilocks, F would have jumped when confronted with somebody out of the blue like that. But being as this was definitely not Goldilocks, F did a little more than jump. He jolted, yelped and fumbled with the tobacco tin. The cigarette fell from his mouth, and eventually the tin was unceremoniously thrown into the air. In a flurry of rolling papers and filters and tobacco, F legged it back round the corner. He didn't plan on wasting any time getting back to his duplex, with the intention of complaining quite considerably about the problem to whomever would answered the intercom.
As he dashed back round the corner, he spotted a figure close to his duplex, and ran madly towards it. As he reached what he assumed to be a woman he made to grab her shoulder from behind, breathing heavily.
"I don' mean-" he blurted, bending at the waist, hands on his knees.
"-to alarm you Miss." he paused to catch his breath slightly,
"But vere's a.." He gestured behind him vaguely,
"a.. Y-" he stood up straight, no longer breathing at all.
"You have tails." he stated observantly, if a little high-pitched. His head rose slightly as he eyed her behind.
"So I have a question:" he stated simply. "What vuh ********, eh?" he managed, with an uncontrolled wave of his arms.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 2:40 pm
Antony uttered a startled cry and nearly fell, but thanks to aforementioned appendages, she stayed solidly upright. Craning her neck over her shoulder to catch a look at who or what was now clasping onto her shoulder. Her tails were ruffled and puffed at the surprise as well.
"Yes," she replied, frowning and raising her eyebrow at the man. Great, she had run into someone new. Someone new with a rather implacable accent, too. It took a great deal to digest what he had just said, but she figured by the gesturing what kind of question it might be. "No bullshit," the squirrel woman started, "We're all bloody science experiments, and I hate to break it to you but you're one too."
Turning about to face him, she gave a curious gaze towards the direction from where he had run from. "We start of human... And then turn into animal... Things. Who'd you run into?" Maybe being blunt and honest would get the job done with less drama than usual. Doubtful, but Antony was hopeful.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 3:09 pm
F couldn't help taking a step back as she turned to face him.
"Well." he muttered, having calmed rather a lot down. "Vat's certainly new and exciting, isn' it." he spoke slowly, as his eyebrows seemed to raise of their own accord.
His tongue flicked across his lips.
"So are we- Is vis still-" he attempted, knowing what he was about to ask would most likely make him sound like a cretin for having believed what Sabin told him. He was quick to believe anything really. Even this animal thing.
"Vis place is completely hatstand." he interjected, wiping his brow.
"Okay, some french bloke told me vuh British were dumpin' all veir convicts an' charity cases on vis rock. You know, penal colony style.
Er'course, I didn' question it seein' as.. well, it's a bloody tropical paradise." he waved his hand slightly, as if sun and stand would quiet anyone's concerns about being abducted from their homeland.
"Who'd I run into? Well I don't know, do I? I just fought it were about t'suck me face off or somethin'." he confessed, then cleared his throat.
"I suppose it was actually just a big ferret or somethin', eh? Maybe a ******** panda bear." a very slight grin crept onto his features as he peered at the ground.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 3:26 pm
She ignored his step back and mentally pretended that it didn't happen. Minimizing drama, that was her goal. "French man would be Dr. Duvert, and he's one of the staff members here. One of the ones that injects us, the 'subjects'." Antony explained calmly, but did crack a smile at his next statement. Since when did pandas and ferrets suck peoples' faces?
"Hungry? I'm heading to the cafeteria and I really can't stay in the sun for much longer..." The squirrel woman gestured to her paler than normal skin and white fur absently. Another drag of her smoke was taken before she spoke again, "I'll be amiable and answer your questions even."
It was quite an offer for the former tattoo artist, but she was trying her damndest to keep this situation from escalating into an 'event'. That and he looked like an interesting fellow, to say the least. Behind her, her tails had relaxed and resumed their usual, calmer motions.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 3:36 pm
"Sorry." he muttered "For jumping you an' everyfing. It's not exac'ly normal, all vis, is it?" he shrugged, pushing his hair from his face.
"The cafeteria." F couldn't help chuckling slightly. The animal people have a cafeteria.. "Yeah, alright. Er.." Breathing in her smoke prompted him to turn back the way he came as if looking for something.
"I dropped my s**t back vere.."
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