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 Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:17 pm
Alec smirked, admitting that the duplexes were fairly close together when they were all taken into account. Of course everything felt a lot farther when one's feet were fused into rubbery blobs. "Ye 'am no' much fo' travellin these days theh." The teen wiggled a foot and chuffed a laugh that was cut off quite abruptly as F served himself a dosage of his own preferred elixer. It was like the poor kid couldn't go anywhere without being haunted by the damned stuff.
Luckily he'd just eaten a rather large meal and being satiated, he wasn't feeling the effects of being exposed to the blood that usually triggered quite the reaction. What a party-killer that would've been.
The only signs of disturbance would be a few odd twitches and a look of someone who had to sneeze but couldn't, both of which faded gradually into nonexistence. "Anotheh blood suckeh? Ye shoul' meet Tommeh." The boy rolled his eyes at the mention of the cursed man, able to continue the conversation. "Wha are ye turnin inteh F?" He had to ask even if it was bluntly inquired, the oddities that were the man's face, mouth and tongue mostly, sparked insatiable curiousity that hadn't died off since the boy's arrival on the island.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 3:30 pm
F slurped away at his bloody drink as if he hadn't noticed the slight change in Alec's demeanour. This was in fact because well.. he hadn't.
"Tommeh?" F parroted the teen's accent, his ears pricking at the mention of another bloodsucker on the island. "What, he-?" he gestured to his drink with a slight smile, followed by a thoughtful glance at the floor.
The flea-man's eyes wandered back up to catch the inquisitive look on the lad's face as he enquired about F's serum, and a lazy grin played across his odd features.
"My friend, I 'ave been blessed wiv such a... a..." F paused, searching for the word, "-majestic.. creature, vat I can only explain it wiv clues." he nodded with mock-sincerity.
"I am about vis huge-" he said simply, holding his thumb and forefinger close to one eye, carefully estimating the smallest distance he could show between them without the digits actually touching.
"-I feast on your cat's blood-" he thrust his drink forward so that it threatened to slop over the side of his glass.
"-I could jump for me country-" he made a theatrical hop/leap from one foot to another.
"-and I give you diseases you wouldn' wish on your mother-in-law." he finished on a fairly delighted tone, wiggling his fingers towards the both of them and then pulling the kind of face someone might find themselves expressing had they found pustular warts suddenly sprouting over their body.
"A welcome guest to any party, ven.." he mused sombrely as a side-thought without so much as a pause.
"Any guesses?" he asked grandly, before giving an uncontrolled wince in response to a particularly horrid (in F's opinion) portion of the blaring music. Apparently he didn't much approve of Alec's taste.
It was probably quite evident that F was both a rambler and an entertainer at heart, and it would take more than an evil genius and his island full of animal-people to distil this nature. Or perhaps he just came across as a crazy hobo man with a lack of self-control and any desire to behave 'normally'.
Maybe he just figured a game of "What am I?" would be highly appropriate and might liven things up a bit.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 6:24 pm
An announcement comes through the loudspeakers "Mr. Christian and Mr. Bloodstone have been allowed back into the village with the rest of you. I hope you'll welcome them back and advise them and remind them what a mistake it was to abuse my generosity in the first place."
"Mr. Derring on the other hand, is still under the same restrictions that I placed previously. Do not aid him, unless you want to end up like him." the voice cuts off after that.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 5:49 pm
Alec was just about ready to gag if he wasn't so grotesquely entertained by F's poetic description of what was most unmistakeably the grossest creature on earth. As he fought to uncover the answer to the riddle, he realized the clues were actually very forgiving to his imgaination. Mental images of mangey cats made him cringe and he was sure he had teh correct answer. "Ugh, a fleh? Thas gross, a' di'nt thin' tha' was possib-"
Just as the teen was about to further express his objection to F's choice of suffering, his sentence was cut off by a sudden intrusion.
When the anouncement was over, the teen had a very flustered look on his face, both a mix of embarassment and utter frustration. "Bah'sted 'ad t'ruin me time." It certainly seemed like the Doctor had been on his case recently. With a heavy sigh, the sharkboy went to turn off the music. "Paw'tehs oveh a' guess. Back t'jail wi' me! Thanks f'showin up though."
With a friendly goodbye, he dismissed his guests and prepared for his inevitable fate. RPs since his return:Oh Sweet suffering, How I've Missed You? Breaking the Age Gap: Sid & Alec by the river The Taming of Fire: Take 2 A Friendly Visit: Marshall & Alec at camp
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 5:50 pm
When you next sleep, you wake up back in your duplex. Only, something is wrong... specfically with your mouth. As you've probably learned not to run your tongue along your sharp teeth, you reach up to feel... no sharp teeth. In fact, no teeth at all.
Though you don't know it yet, Moreau has decided you'd be useful as an experiment in tooth regrowth using shark DNA. Sharks loose teeth and generally regrow them within a two week period. Moreau wants to see if the same will hold up for you in a partially changed state.
Enjoy your return.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 5:50 pm
Home's Sweet Suffering Consciousness was beginning to creep back to the teen's senses, eyelids clenching shut from the effects of a forced sleep. He could feel something was off almost immediately; the leafy bed didn't crinkle when he moved, his skin wasn't moistened by the humid jungle air, he couldn't hear the river anymore.
Upon opening his eyes Alec became disoriented, his blurred vision telling him he was in a familiar place but the smell of his duplex almost revolted him with a certain sense of over-cleanliness compared to the musk of damp earth. As he numbly sat up in bed, he stared around at his surroundings like they were alien to him and it frightened him how awkward it felt to be laying in proper bed sheets and a comfy mattress. He had barely any time to have a look around and make sure everything was in place before his jaw shifted, exposing an unmistakeable metallic taste that laced the inside of his mouth. Sure enough, his tongue made a familiar motion and he was horrified to feel soft tissue in place of his rows of teeth.
With a frantic moan he shot up from his bed and ambled to the bathroom though his pace wasn't hurried. He was almost too afraid to see the damage. The mirror exposed the truth, that every last tooth in his mouth had vanished and upon further scrutiny, he was reassured that even the farthest row of points were gone. From the ache in his jaws he could tell they'd been forced out, and he knew who was responsible. Many successive moans escaped his throat like somesort of dying animal, his hands moving to cover the autrocity inside his mouth and returning to grip the edge of the sink in repetitive actions.
Why? Why? Was all he could think, too afraid to open his mouth again to try and enunciate a word. The saliva was filling his cheeks now that he was aware of his predicament, he'd have to spit sooner or later. But I learned my lesson, I thought he'd leave me be! Why couldn't he just leave me be?! His first thought was to get help, but from who? Leaving the safety of the bathroom sink, he shuffled to the intercom and merely stood there and stared at the contraption. As much as he tried, he couldn't will himself to endure the humiliation. He moved to the door of his duplex and even got as far as opening it and ambling out before he stopped, dead in his tracks.
He couldn't be seen like this, not yet. Humilated, that's how he felt. And door quickly shut behind him as he dashed back inside.
A shark without his teeth. What a joke. He thought bitterly, not bothering to even try to think of a motive for the sick action. Like a cowboy without a gun, what a great time for someone like Tommy to come and kick my scrawny a**.
Slumping into a corner of his room, he heeved a sigh.
A shark without his teeth, what a joke.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:40 pm
Say It, Don't Spray It
Alec & Sid (post-change) by the River Alec Derring It'd been a few days since Alec had finally been allowed back into his duplex again, the odd and disturbing scene he'd woken up to leaving him with a feeling of numbness still. Although he harbored no anymosity towards the place he'd called home for a little while, he did however, seek to return to gather some of his things to bring back.
Given the poor weather they'd been experiencing recently, Alec was urgent to retrieve particular belongings such as the peice of his drum kit he'd smuggled into the jungle before it was ruined by the rain. The teen slowly rummaged through the debris and mess that was his newly-abandoned camp site generally minding his own business, almost enjoying the solitude. With no one around there were few reminders of his current state and therefore fewer opportunities to accidently salivate on someone (again). Sid Eisley Sid was letting his thoughts get away from him again. That was never a good thing when he went out walking, as it always led him to go much further than he intended. It was even easier to do now that he forced himself to keep his head down when he walked. Doing that not only made it harder to see what had happen to his face, but it almost put his elongated jaw out of his field of sight. All he saw when he walked was the placement of his feet, his blissfully normal feet, along the river bed. He knocked aside every rock he came to with his cane, unwittingly announcing himself as he approached the camp. Alec Derring Alec paused in mid-action when he heard the ruccus of someone approaching, realizing that the area he'd chosen must attract more foot-traffic than what he gave it credit for. Instead of waiting for the person to show themselves, he continued going about his method of "re-packing" his things into a pile to be able neatly tied in a bed sheet and carried back with him.
Keeping his mouth shut to avoid the inevitable garbled greeting he could barely muster, the teen kept an eye out as the sounds grew closer just as he stooped down to pick up an abandoned item in the grass. Sid Eisley Sid finally looked up when he stepped on to a particularly large rock. As many pebbles as he had knocked aside, he still wasn't in any better spirits. He realized then that he had no idea where he was, or how far he might have walked. "Ah sih," he groaned, the last word the closest he could muster for 's**t'. It was a small consolation that he at least had the river to go by, so getting back was just a small matter of turning around and hope he could make it before his knee started to give him grief. He was just about to turn when he saw Alec, which immediately made him regret saying anything out loud. Alec Derring Alec's brow furrowed when he heard what he could only guess was a curse from the approaching stranger, warranting him turning around to see exactly who it was. What he saw was clearly the form of the older man named Sid, head down and apparently focused on his task so much that he could hardly see the details of his face from that angle. What was he doing out here again? Last time he recalled, he'd gotten lost and stumbled upon the sharkboy by chance.
"Ay Sid! Ye lookin' liveleh." The teen smirked, amused to see the crotchety man once again. Sid Eisley "Looh closah," Sid said irritably. Though at the moment he was more annoyed with himself for falling to wandering again. Truly senile people did that... he just had to assure himself that in his case it was just because he was very troubled, not idled. Alec Derring Sid's slurred words caught the teen's attention and he set aside the stack of clothes he'd been gathering, turning to stare at the man on command. The details he hadn't noticed were shocking though somewhat expected. "'OLEH SHI', MOTHUH O' SHEESUS!" Alec cursed and promptly stumbled towards Sid, bending his spine to peer at the man's impressive and purely horrific lower jaw. He then noticed his hands which only inspired more awe, as well as being creeped out by the it all. Being so used to the process, he could do little more than oogle and from the looks of it, he was looking awefully fish-like.
"Ma'! Da mus'f 'ur like a' lo', ye." The teen began to sputter somewhat excitedly, producing a copious amount of saliva that quickly found its way out of his toothless mouth. Sid Eisley "Eh hail 'urt urse," Sid said, which was true. Worse than that, the tail had forced him to cut holes in his pants. Alec's enthusiam threw him off. He was prepared to rebuke sympathy, stoically endure horror, but enthusiasm? Before he could work out just how he should respond to that, his face, and his gaping mouth, were showered with Alec's spit. He sucked in a breath, counted to three, and moved the cane up to... hold under his arm to free both hands. He reach into his back pocket- he was lucky the hole for his tail hadn't cut into them as well- and dug out a crumbled notepad and golf pencil. He originally meant to keep them on hand for little details like names and gossip. If he thought he'd have to depend on it he would have brought along something with more space to write. He flipped it open, scowled at the first page- which had writing on it already- and flipped that back to a fresh one. He quickly scribbled something on and held it up to Alec. How about I just write?He'd written it so quickly that the words were caught somewhere between printing and cursive, but it was at least legible. Alec Derring Alec, unsurprisingly, was having just as hard of a time figuring out what Sid had just attempted to say though he dwelled on it longer than he probably should've. Even though the speech was off in both, the teen could see the irritation as clear as day. Figuring it was due to the amount of spit he'd flung at the poor man, he willingly accepted the note pad. Unfortunately, reading wasn't exactly his forte.
"Sowweh" He mumbled quickly as he covered his mouth with is hand this time before squinting at the scrawled and somewhat legible writing. "Sho." The toothless teen nodded though he made an effort to keep a distance from Sid for inevitable 'splatter'. "Whasha hail?" Sid Eisley Sid grumbled and wrote in large letters just under his first comment. He held the notepad up to Alec once more. TAILAnd in case that wasn't enough, he nodded his head back to indicate the foot long scaly spine extension he had. It twitched, but it was silly to think it did it of its own accord. Alec Derring He seemed muted once he'd read the easily-seen four-letter word on the notepad, smart enough to realize that Sid was really, really pissed off. It was his first change afterall, had he been grumpy too?
Despite any predicted repraucations the teen stole a quick glance at the finned appendage, confirming his assumption. He couldn't remember if Sid had told him about his serum type previously, though he was always mixing up information about newcomers and strangers alike.
"Oh." He simply responded after he'd seen enough, awkwardly waiting for somesort of negative reaction. Sid Eisley Sid was certainly annoyed enough to lash out, but when it came right down to it, and after he wiped his face off, he just felt drained. He looked at the cane he had under his arm, then the notepad, and decided it best if he just sat down. He hobbled over to the nearest outcropping, not bothering to use the cane for the few steps it took. He looked terribly broken down, more like his age, but it could have just been the long walk catching up to him. He looked at the notepad and pencil, but he didn't know what more he could say. He wrote something anyway and held it out for Alec to take. The text was a little neater this time: I glow in the dark now.Alec Derring Alec tried to subdue his reaction on purpose this time, after reading the next page in the series of messages he simply smirked and gave an approving nod as well as returning the notepad. So his face was messed up, he'd seen worse (sorta). One thing he did know for sure was that it didn't do any good dwelling on it. Minding the tired look on the man's face, the kid decided to copy the action and take a seat opposite Sid on a mossy rock.
"Theh's ben loss o' sh-...shanges. Doc'sh ben buseh." The generalized comment was said in calm passiveness, the teen reaching for his bandanna several times to furiously dab at his mouth. "A' c'n go mack now. Mu' ee di' thish fust." He then pointed to his toothless mouth with the same expression. Sid Eisley "Thah fuh uh... up," Sid said. He could close his mouth enough to make the right noise, but every time that brought that nasty underbite of his up a little too close. Probably not as close as it seemed from the corner of his eye, but still he kept flinching every time he made the effort. "Ah unno ih ahl evah 'e abul tah halk righ'." Another accidental t made him go saw far as to tilt his head up slightly... if he poked out his own eye he'd know it. He had to get over that. Alec Derring Alec imwardly grimaced at the last bit Sid had spoken, regretfully feeling pity for the man. He didn't have to say it but they both most likely knew already that he'd never be able to speak like a normal human being ever again. It was times like these that Alec began to go so far as to resent those with facial structures intact.
"Meh... Pehple'll unehshtand'." He didn't know what else to say. he was somehow finding it harder to comfort such an older person, knowing they were smarter and more wise to accept something so stupidly simple as 'It'll be ok'. Although some people needed to hear something of the sort, Sid didn't seem the type to be bothered with optimism. Sid Eisley "Ah..." Sid trailed off, deciding what he wanted to say was too complicated to get out as something even remotely comprehensible. He flipped the page and, just to save paper, wrote on the back of the one he'd just used. He paused, crossed something out, and squeezed in a different word next to it. Then, looking as sad as his gaping jaw would allow, he added something under the first sentence. He held it out for Alec again. I scared a new girlwomanoff earlier today
she won't be the lastHe sucked up the overabundance of saliva that had developed and grumbled over the fact his mouth seemed to alternate between being parched and being a slobbery mess. Alec Derring Alec read the message and automatically took on the visage of a kicked puppy somewhat, his large, dark eyes gave sufficient expression to what he was feeling at the time on most accounts. For a long time he didn't say anything, clearly reading the sadness on Sid's face.
"A' ge' looksh li' tha bu'..." The teen sighed and gave a futile shrug of his shoulders. "Effeh-one's n' th'shame boa', yammo?" He wiped at his mouth again, smacking his jaws a few times to try and hold his drool in check. Sid Eisley "Righ'," he said, nodding along with what Alec said. "Ah yoh." Of course he knew that, but it didn't make it any easier, not when there was no more acting it would all go away if he just ignored it. He added a few idle scribbles to the page as he thought about that. Alec Derring Alec nodded understandingly, knowing exactly where Sid was coming from. He was in denial for most of his early time on the island until his first change occurred. It was always after that point onwards where people changed, sometimes dramatically, sometimes for the worse it seemed. It was like one could predict the loss of the lives they once had after each change occurred in succession, though to Alec it was the wait that was killing him, the inevitability.
Seeing that Sid was still writing, the teenager paused in his contemplation and leaned forwards to see what was being scribbled down. Sid Eisley The bottom half of the page had nothing but nonsensical loops and swirls on it, something to do while he let everything sink in. He glanced up once he realized Alec was watching. As long as he had his attention he turned the page and wrote I'll be okay.If he said it enough times- and wrote it enough- maybe it'd become true. Right. Alec Derring Despite the ugly look of his gums, the sharkboy managed to offer a smile and nod in agreement. Everyone would be ok if they just stuck to the basics living. People like Amaya, who'd been there for so long, must've survived by just... living life, day by day. Someone would save them all some day, someone much better than him.
"Ye look tiyeh. Lesh go back?" Sid Eisley "Yeh," Sid said. It served to answer both the question and the statement. He slapped the notebook closed and put it and the pencil back in his pocket. His tail flicked again, which got another annoyed grunt out of him. Sid stood back up with the help of his cane and waved vaguely at Alec's stuff with his free hand. Might as well be of some use. "Lemme cahree suthen." Alec Derring Out of curtosy Alec stacked together the light items that wouldn't prove very cumbersome for the man who couldn't exactly walk properly on his own. He himself grabbed the awkward objects like the drum, some rolled up posters and other such nicknacks before handing Sid the small stack of clothes the like. As he turned to lift the rest of the things off the ground, he spotted his toothbrush that he must've brought with him out of habit. Bitterly he picked it up and flung it hard into the bushes towards the river, before finish the task.
"Lesh go, a th'fies awe shtawt'n t'pish me off." With a smirk, he waited for Sid to lead the way. Sid Eisley Sid simply nodded in response, giving no indication he'd seen the toothbrush chucked away. He turned back towards the duplexes and started walking. He set a fairly slow pace for the both of him, but it left them plenty of time to make awkward, garbled conversation along the way. Or maybe they could just enjoy the silence. Either way it helped just to be moving.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 8:50 pm
The Date
Alec fulfils a promise... Alec Derring Only God knew what time of night it was or if he should even be outside after dark. Nighttime always seemed to spawn restlessness in the wounded teen but he usually dealt with it quietly (or not), though on this occassion he'd come up with the bright idea he couldn't ignore any longer. He hadn't seen Amaya in a few days at least, not since the shitty party he'd attempted to hold that had been abruptly ruined by the gracious Moreau's reinitialization of his 'punishment', so he wondered what she was up to. This eventually lead to thoughts of what the various other islanders had been up to, and eventually it hit him that he hadn't seen Zach in a very long time --- and he was yet to fulfill the pact with the dragonman.
Guilt and shame aside, the irish kid was mostly consumed with the utmost embarassment of a kid asking out a girl on a first date which only made it all the more weird and confusing for him.
He was at a loss of ideas on what to do. Hell, it wasn't like he'd ever even gone of a single date in his life before. What the hell do people even do on dates any ways? He just couldn't see himself macking out with Amaya... the image alone was just... weird.
And yet there he was, standing dumbly at the doorway of the iguana girl with a blanket rolled into a cylinder and tucked under his arm, his best pair of pants on (it felt so WEIRD to be wearing pants!) and a film of sweat on his brow.
Inhaling sharply, he knocked. Amaya Vaughan Night normally meant that it was time to go to sleep for the iguana girl, especially now that it was getting a little colder earlier. She was diurnal, afterall.
She had been brushing her teeth when the knock sounded out on her door, the sound of Godsmack playing quietly in her duplex. It didn't seem she was as dissruptive to others as Alec was. Amaya blinked and looked out the bathroom door, wondering who would knock at this hour. But even if she yelled her loudest she knew whoever was behind the door wouldn't hear her - so after finishing quickly and turning off the music she ran to the door.
The teen looked rather surprised to see Alec, especially wearing pants instead of his normal knee-lenght cargo pants or his swimtrunks. But nevertheless, she wasn't any less enthusiastic. "Hey Alec, what's up?" She smiled, wondering what the occasion was. Alec Derring Alec, being outgoing and exciteable already, had prepared himself previously to deal with his current 'disability' in stride so as not to cause any unnecessary strife or attention. So when the sleepy iguana girl opened her door, the toothless wonder that was the rambunctious shark-boy, gave a wide though albeit sheepish smile in greeting. "Aaaay! 'ope ye mo' goin' t'med." He garbled to the fellow youngster, hoping he'd last more than five minutes at her doorway before being outright rejected in favor of bedtime.
"Wamma go ou'?" He might as well make the pick-up line as ambiguous as possible. Amaya Vaughan Amaya immediantly noticed his... toothlessness. But she didn't say anything about it yet.
"Out?" The girl repeated. The last thing on her mind was that Alec was asking her out on a date, so she just shrugged and gave a headbob. "Sure, where to?" She figured he might of had another party or something planned.
"So Moreau let you back into your duplex?" Amaya inquired as she shut her door behind her - minding the five-foot-long tail. Alec Derring Alec would've hooted at his successful endeavor, naively figuring his job was done now. Now he could safely approach Zach and say that he'd 'gone out' with Amaya, it was a brilliant move on his part.
Regardless of how misinformed either of them were, the boy was genuinely glad for some activity that took him away from his duplex for most of the night. "Meh, 'ee mus'f jag me back, a' woke up deh." He shrugged and moved aside so that Amaya could join him as he began a bold trek into the dark jungle. "Cliffs." He retorted to her first question, though unfortunatly the salive he'd been trying to avoid spilling ended up escaping on the last spoken syllable. Sighing inwardly and predicting a very annoying evening because of it, he merely pulled out a bandanna and wiped off his chin. Since she hadn't commented on the obvious yet, he figured she must've not realized yet and made an effort to conceal his folly.
Amaya Vaughan "Well that's good, he must have gotten tired of bothering you..." She trailed off before adding. "Or figured out a better way to get revenge. I'm guessing he did the-..." Her sentence broke off as she gestured to her mouth. Amaya couldn't think of any other reason why ALL of Alec's teeth would be gone.
She followed after him, her pace a little slower then usual due to the cold. Alec Derring "Meh." Alec agreed again, mentally forcing himself to at least be gentleman enough to awkwardly fall into pace with the iguana girl and not leave her behind in the dark. "Mime th'spi'. A'll shry no' teh shplatteh." The irish kid muttered the warning. Of all people he'd accidently spit on already, Amaya was just about the last person he'd hoped to 'attack', date or no date. A shower would probably be at the top of the list of date-killers though, come to think of it.
All this precautionary thinking wasn't helping Alec's nerves much, confused as he was to begin with. He kept telling himself this wasn't a date and only a nightly jaunt like the pair had often taken to cause somesort of trouble or amuse themselves in some other way. What the hell do I do now? Hold her hand? Do I hold her hand or something? I'm going to hurl, this is rediculous. The thoughts nagged him and eventually he abruptly turned, in a swift motion he caught Amaya's hand as she walked and did everything short of dragging her along as the ground began to get steeper underfoot. "So, ye pin to th'cliffsh, righ'? S'nice." What else was he supposed to say now? Amaya Vaughan "S'alright, it's not your fault." Amaya said, walking along in silence.
... Or at least until her hand was abruptly grabbed and she was hoisted along - her mind barely registered his words afterward. She blinked and stared down at their hands for a moment, her head cocked to the side.
Why had he just grabbed her hand? Was this... a... date?
The teens heart did a little loop. "Ah. Yeah." She managed to mumble out, her yellow eyes looking over at him.
Did he really...?
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 8:28 pm
Contemplation... Alec abruptly slammed the door behind him, winded and dizzy from the trek back down the mountain. The truth of the matter concerning his current state was that as soon as he had been sure the iguana girl was a great distance away, the boy had broken out into an all-out sprint back home. He let the blanket that had still been clutched in his fist now slip from his grasp and fall to join a pile of discarded clothes ever-present on the teen's floor. Now he sat with his back pressed against the wall, staring numbly down at the floor as everything was still sinking in, slowly.
Why did she have to go and do that? She'd taken a simple, playful, enjoyable outting and turned it around completely. All he wanted was to fulfill an agreement he'd made with Zach and get on with it. He wasn't full of morals but the kid's word was about the only honest thing one could rely on. His emotions however, were a different story altogether.
The fact that he was even considering the idea, surprised him the most. There was something.... definetly, when he saw tears in her eyes, something tugged at threads in his chest, churning the pit of his stomach. Was it love? Never. He always put himself down to the point of believing he was still so young, too immature to even know the meaning of 'love'. God, the word struck FEAR in him. LOVE. How could he love in that place? After what he'd experienced and seen, after what he could only dream what was to come. It was caring, concern what he felt.
Why couldn't that be enough? Why was that not enough?
Sometime before the night was through, he'd crawl into bed and vow to remain there. At least until his teeth grew back.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 8:42 pm
Jungle Watching The days had gone by surprisingly fast though he was never really sure what day it was, not that it mattered to him. He'd only left his room once or twice to retrieve food and quickly return, even going as far as avoiding fellow islanders whom he'd only see as potential altercation. His morale was low, comparable to a self-made depression after the events relating to the infamous 'Date' with Amaya. What a laugh. What the hell was he thinking.
Regardless, he was only beginning to look forwards to the future. Although the stress and fear of living in timelessness had fizzled away long ago beyond his first change, it was refreshing when he'd found the reminder on his door about the upcoming celebration. He almost had to force himself to recall what month they were in, according to the notice.
Halloween, how fitting. How ironic. The blokes back home would kill to see his permanent costume.
Even yet his mind had churned out ideas as to what to dress up as, seeing as he was still immature enough to enjoy the act of scaring the s**t out of unsuspecting people. Hell, maybe he'd get a laugh out of a few of his friends. Eventually the teen had settled on a "killer clown" costume on account of his set of chops that were now almost fully replaced, much to his relief.
Today the sharkboy was taking it easy, bent and slouched lazily against the threshold of his duplex as he stared out with a strong sense of malice towards the light drizzle that had begun to soak the ground. Even yet, his sleek skin thanked the layer of wet mist that was sticking to him as he stood under the shelter of the duplex. "BLUH'EH FINE DAY." He cheerfully exclaimed with more than a mild hint of sarcasm, just as he was fumbling for a lighter for his cigarette. Life was good... sorta. No, not really.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 8:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 8:45 pm
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