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 Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 10:47 pm
"I've been here somewhere around a year" she says and watches him leaning against the wall "I came to this area looking for someone, following a tip... I am... or was a photographic journalist... wrote for all sorts of publications..." her eyes wandered a moment and she was quiet, a soft low growl creeping out before she continued "I was vegan, was... before the Git" her voice semi harsh, and rather bitter as she explained
"We've been locked out, forced to live in the wild, tortured in a sense" she stops digging a claw into the mass of shredded carpet "I've more then once lost control when I didn't want to, when near someone... it controls me more then I do it"
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 10:50 pm
Tommy, though nonchalant looking on the outside, is rather concerned and ready to leap up and away from Joliette at the slightest hint of agression. Thankfully though, he has a strong grip on his emotions and instincts. He just nods a few times, "They forced me to live out in the wild...after I made an attempt on Moreau's life...damn near starved out there...I know what you mean by torture...that's all this place is..." he trails off, urging her to continue.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 10:58 pm
"I just ... can't ... keep .... control!!!" her claws dig in the carpetting her one means to vent without hurting anyone "It wants meat, I never did, but gave up trying to fight it... when we were locked out I refused for the longest time, and thats ... thats when I lost control the first time... I dont remember it... but I am pretty sure I hurt a friend... physically..." she wont look at him, make eye contact after her final confession in that sentence
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:02 pm
Tommy's own fingers twitch at this outburst, ready for flight if need be. He shakes his head, hoping it went unnoticed as he keeps his calm exterior. "What about now...? You're no longer in the jungle...you no longer have to choose between starving and killing...what about now?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:06 pm
"Thats just it.. I'm living out there, usually not in control, I hunt my food... my prey... It wants control, it takes it any time it can" she didn't know how he could do it, keep in control, be able to live with everything without going... batty for lack of a better term... her voice wasn't soft, not mean-harsh but obviously straining if nothing else
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:11 pm
"Have you tried doing anything else? Human contact...just...talking with other people...doing anything that makes you feel more...human. Heh...Hell, I spend hours every day just watching the movies I loved back home. You have no idea how much that helps me keep sane..." he grins to himself as he takes stock of just how many movies he has watched over the past week.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:14 pm
"Do something that makes me feel more human... I never did watch movies, I wrote... and.." she moved, but not towards him, towards the door "Come, I show you my last attempt at being.... normal, like before here" she was still in at least a semi crouch as she left the duplex and headed for the stairs to the upstairs unit that was boarded up
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:16 pm
"You wrote?" Tommy's interest piqued as she said this, sparking a long loved hobby of his own, "What kind? Anything besides journalism?" He stands and follows her. And...despite the awkwardness of the situation, he still found this strange conversation comforting. Just...talking...human speech...nothing more...nothing less.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:21 pm
"No, just journalism.." she stated and moved up the stairs to the landing, the light above hte door was dark, out... Around the door handles... scratches, obviously from her opening the door... She unlocked and opened hte door with some diffifulty and pushed it open, she flicked a switch on the way in and a light turned on, however it wasn't a normal light, it was a darkroom safety light, it it shone red light, a low red light... however if one were to look around they would see darkroom equipment EVERYWHERE, most of it fine and normal, a few empty bottles on their sides in various places around the room, one she'd dumped out cause it had a large puncture in it from a claw... and hanging from a wire that ran the length of hte room twice, photos, dozens and dozens of photos, most of them, littered with holes from her trying to develope them
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:28 pm
Tommy walked inside cautiously, at first a bit nervous. He had never been inside a dark room before. He looks around in awe as he goes from picture to picture. "These are amazing, Joliette..." he says and pauses as he sees a picture of a woman...with the same shade of jair Joliette has. It takes him a moment but he finally realizes who it is...the photographer, herself. "Oh...God..." he mutters out. Suddenly, he remembers his own pictures that he has...all locked away on the external hard drive in his room with no computer to show them. And for once, he's glad it's dark as his eyes water up. He wipes away the few tears with the back of his distended hand and he shakes his head.
With a look of pure admiration, he smiles at Joliette, "They're beautiful."
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:36 pm
During hte time that Tommy was looking at hte photos, a soft whirring sound filled the quiet dark room, not a sound she could hear but she didn't care so long as the display of hte monitor of hte laptop loaded, "They are good, but, claws dont help.. at all" she mumbled as she keyed in passwords to get to her desktop "I used to be able to do many of those... now I have a very hard time doing even a few..." she was sure she was gonna lose the ability all together at some point... "Some have too many memories too... I dont know why I developed them all"
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:41 pm
Tommy's sharp ears heard the sound and he quickly searched for the source. After a moment he just shakes his head and looks to the laptop. "...I used to play the piano...hell, I've got a full sized one in my duplex...after my most recent change though, it's almost impossible for me to play even the simplist of chords. I'd give anything to be able to play again..." he mutters out. "Every day I wake up, I have to see it...though I can't use it any more...but...something about it...I can't bring myself to get rid of it. I dunno...too many memories," he says with a slight smile.
"Jesus...I just wish I had some pictures of home...I've got 'em all here...but no way to access them. My laptop was lost out at sea when the jet crashed."
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:51 pm
"Uhm, thats easily remedied..." she points a claw at the color printer, dark and dormant on the desk, obviously powered down. "I want to be what I used to be, I want to be me... but I can't I just cant" she balled a fist staring at hte laptop for a minute "I can't do this, I can't look at this stuff right now" she stabbed the button and closed it again she was silent pushing hte laptop away from herself trying to keep control
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:54 pm
"Don't force it then...just...don't give yourself up completely. That's all I ask...fight it for as long as you can...and...and if you uh...if you ever need someone to talk to...yaknow...someone you can just...vent with..." he says as he grins nervously, "you can always talk to me..."
He looks into her eyes, longing the human contact...missing the feel of holding another human being close to him...he shakes his head at the thought...not now...not now.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:58 pm
"hard" she walked to the door "I have to vent, I... I can hardly control it, .. Thanks though ... I'll try to remember" she fumbles with the lock for a moment beofre stepping back out and sitting on the deck
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