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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 7:52 am
Sophie didn't want to be the start of an argument, so backed off on the topic of Nita's girlfriend, deciding that it would be something she could ask about providing they met again. Instead, she chose to focus on this new bit of information, something that wasn't quite as negative as dying or losing her mind.
She touched a hand to the blackened tip of her nose, then lowered it so she could speak. "Four changes? So it doesn't just gradually happen?" Sophie had thought perhaps that it'd be a slow process that she almost wouldn't notice, but it sounded like she was wrong. "Do you know how long it is before the second change?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 2:23 pm
Nita shook her head, wondering how Sophie's first change had been. Had it been something gradual, or had she changed all at once, having no idea what to expect? Not that anyone really knew what to expect, even if, like Nita, they asked ahead of time what animal they were about to become.
"The changes are prompted by injections, five in all. We get injected when we arrive, told it's a vaccine for tropical disease or whatever. It's supposed to start preparing our bodies for the later stuff," she explained. "I changed for the first time about a month after I arrived, and then it was another two or three months before the next one. I think it depends on the person, though."
Nita paused for a moment, fiddling with her necklace. "Sometimes... Sometimes the changes don't take. Lauren... She only changed for the third time just before Christmas, but she's been here for over a year. Almost a year and a half now, I guess. She got real sick and was in a coma for a while." She bit her lip, her eyes dark. "No one told me what had happened to her."
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 2:42 pm
Sophie nodded, adding the information to her growing Island-Database. So...she had about two months of this before it got even worse? Out of habit, she began calculating how many weeks and days that was, but she shook her head in a mental retaliation, making her stop. She didn't want to know how many weeks or days it would be. All she knew is that it would happen.
"I heard that people've died on the Island...you're girlfriend...she's okay now, right?" Sophie turned away, having obviously hit a sore spot. Of all the things she hadn't wanted to discuss, this had been number one.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 3:41 pm
Nita's face crumpled and she took several deep breaths to calm herself. "Yes," she said softly, remembering the graveyard at Halloween, and Annie... She gulped convulsively.
"But Lauren's okay now. She finally got out, and then a few weeks later she finally changed. She's been perfectly healthy since then." Nita stared down at her bare feet on the damp sand, wondering if she needed to warn Sophie about Annie or if the new girl had already heard.
((tbc again XD))
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 6:14 pm
"I see...well, that's good."
Sophie tried to be positive: at least the Lauren girl was okay. But even so, there were people dead...she'd heard it from two now...
"Hey...shouldn't we try and get your dog back? She's been gone for a while now."
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 12:23 pm
"Yeah," Nita agreed. "Just... be careful." She smiled slightly, not wanting to make Sophie worry too much.
She shaded her eyes and gazed down the beach to see a moving speck that was probably Comet. "Oy!" Nita yelled. "Comet, get back here!" She pursed her lips and proceeded to fail miserably at whistling. Grinning at Sophie, she laughed, "I never could whistle!"
Comet galloped at full tilt towards Nita and Sophie, tongue lolling to the side, and kicking up sand with her paws. "Good girl," Nita told her, fluffing up the fur behind her ears and deftly clipping the leash onto her collar. The red panda girl had learned to do that quickly in the last few weeks. Comet wasn't one to run away, but she was certainly enthusiastic about her walks.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 4:18 pm
Sophie laughed at Comet's antics, then rubbed her arms, a gust of air reminding her that she was without her jacket for the first time in a while. "Well, I better go: I think I've still got some things to unpack." Sophie was pretty sure that she'd unpacked all the way by this time, but one could never know, and besides, she wasn't feeling all that social anymore.
"It was nice to meet you, Nita."
Having said her goodbyes, Sophie began to tread back to ground harder than sand and better shade that the wide open spaces of the beach. It was about time she took her pills, anyways.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 5:26 pm
"You, too," Nita said with a brief wave. She really should talk to Gaius soon, she decided, continuing on down the beach with Comet at her side.
[fin]
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 2:42 am
NEW RP
Ambrose hadn't had any luck looking for Gaius or Emerwyn in their duplexes. Then again, it wasn't much of a surprise - it was one of the rare months on the island before the weather got miserably hot, and many people were taking advantage of that fact.
While he hadn't yet seen anyone working on it, the progress on Gaius's theatre was looking great, and even Billy seemed to be in livlier spirits and being productive.
And the temperature wasn't making Ambrose swelter just walking around outside. So taking advantage of the "winter" season, Ambrose decided to take a stroll down to the beach. It was a likely place to find people if he didn't run into them in the village. Besides, it had been too long since he had let himself stretch his legs and run - feeling his heart pumping in his chest and the muscles burn in his legs.... and arms.
He had left the polo shirt behind, after all it had been stained earlier that day with Billy's ink, and while the island wasn't hot per se, it never really got cool.
And while he would never do it with other people watching - at least not yet, Ambrose found it secretly invigorating to run on all fours - he was faster than he had ever been before - the wind rushing through his fur was an amazing sensation, and the scents that carried on the wind were fascinating. And it certainly was a swift way to carry him the mile + distance to the Western sandy shores of their island home.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 2:51 am
Jordan was riding the high of staying out of trouble, finding romance, and as well his niche. The dog man was coming into his new role and learning to enjoy being shifty for the sake of the labs. Life was good. Yes sir.
He was on the beach as it was the closest location to his duplex without having to trek through the jungle. He preferred to remain on the beach anyhow. It was 'his' turf as he was usually the only person out this far. The cool breezes were so refreshing and soothing for the mind.
It made coping with the humidity a bit easier. The long fluffy double-coating of fur on his arms and legs were like wearing wool pajamas at all times. Walking through the dense, moist jungle was a pain, so in spite of laziness, it was easier to relax in the sand, knees held close to his chest, just losing himself in the peaceful atmosphere.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:03 am
Carried by his momentum, the exhiliration from the run, and the delight of gaining a lupine endurence, Ambrose had hardly slowed by the time the dirt path let out onto the sandy beach.
His pawpads spread and the warm, soft sand cushioned his footfalls as he tore out onto the beach, forgetting for the moment the reason he had come out here in exchange for the runner's high and simple canine pleasure that he felt the need to experience from time to time. After all, it seemed to help quell other, baser desires if he gave in to harmless urges such as this.
The salty scent of the sea carried on the cool breeze from off the island and Ambrose closed his eyes, letting imagry play in his mind's eye. Mixed with the sound of lapping waves and the vague scent of fish and beach wood and long-dead shellfish it was a very tranquil and soothing picture.
As Ambrose kicked up dry sand in his wake, at his loping run he almost didn't smell one other scent present on the beach until he was nearly upon its owner. His eyes jerked open to see an unfamiliar partially-changed man sitting in the sand. And too late, he tried to slow down.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:19 am
Jordan too enjoyed the scents carried on the breeze, though his enhanced senses were hardly comparable to a wolf's. His nose twitched inccessantly and it didn't bother him at all. He'd been making a game out of 'What's that smell' for some time now and it amused him. Having enhanced senses was a gift no human could imagine to possess and for that, he pitied their dull hearing and lackluster sense of smell. For the past three weeks Jordan had been experiencing the world in a way he'd never been able to in twenty-five years of life.
His slightly-pointed ears would twitch to every stimulus that presented itself. The waves were -of course- the primary sound. He loved that sound. He'd loved it back home, but the beauty of this beach amplified the experience ten-fold.
Jordan squinted as he thought he'd heard something, but it was drown out by the rolling waves. His ears twitched more as he heard it again, trying to figure out what it was. He lifted a paw to the bridge of his nose, rubbing between his eyes. Closing his eyes seemed to help him focus as the other sound was approaching- fast. He just happened to look up blurry-eyed, drawing his paw away from his face, when he saw the outline of a rapidly-approaching form.
No one he knew.
He squinted his eyes again and that's when he saw... oh god.. no...
Jordan's first response was to panic. His heartbeat raced two, almost three times faster in an instant. It was too late to move out of the way as the large wolf was barrelling upon him. The dread in his eyes was evident without the sunshades no longer in his possession. His mouth opened in horror, ready to cry out a horrible gasp.
This was it. The killer wolf had found him at last as he trembled in fear.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:25 am
Ambrose locked his legs, but the only good that did in the soft, giving sand was to send him skidding towards the man with a look of horror plastered to his face. His ears plastered back against his head and he squeezed his eyes shut in preparation for the impending collision, and a moment later his bulk crashed into the stranger - and with a surprised yelp they were btoh sent toppling into the sand.
How acutely embarrasing. Why wasn't he paying more attention!? Why hadn't he opened his eyes, and why hadn't he let his nose tell him more about the surroundings than just the distinct smell of the beach itself?!
With a groan and a flinch that displayed his sicled fangs, he tried to push himself off of the poor guy, preparing to apologize profusely.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:36 am
The collision hurt like being side-swiped by a mac truck and he was sent flying in the sand, but not far enough as he let out an exapserated 'OOF' as the wind was knocked out of him. He was pinned under the large wolf's bulk, stunned by the force of impact.
Jordan was hesitant to touch the wolf, even to use him as leverage to unearth himself from his body. Anything to set this feral off and that thought frightened him further. Jordan squirmed, trying to worm himself away, but it was no-go. He was trapped until the killer so desired to release him from his clutches.
He breathed uneasilly, gasping sharply with each breath. This was it. He was going to die. He wasn't going to get the chance to see Kim again. His time was short as his equally short life flashed. His lips quivered and he couldn't control his fear anymore. He gripped the sand, as much as one can, and closed his eyes, preparing for the final moment of life before becoming dog kibble.
"Please don't kill me!!" the words escaped his fanged mouth. Great, his final words to be remembered by would be a cowardly display, shouting 'Please don't kill me.'
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:46 am
"Oh god, I'm So TERRIBLY Sor-" He cut off, cocking his head and his face contorting into a baffled confusion. Kill him? Why would he...?
Oh.
His ears flattened to the side and he scowled, pushing himself up to a kneeling position with a belabored sigh and began to pat the sand from his fur. He obviously knew about the island. He looked like he had changed at least once or twice. It was probably her fault. His lip curled momentarily, and Ambrose didn't think that this was probably not helping the nerves of the dogboy.
He shook his head, with an exasperated gesticulation. "I'm not going to kill you" he insisted. "Really."
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