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 Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 8:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 7:48 pm
Thirsty. You can't seem to get enough water today. You have a headache, you feel dehydrated, and you feel completely uncomfortable in your skin. On the... bright? side, your teeth seem to have made an excellent recovery - almost TOO good - not only have your teeth rown back as completely as before, but you have a second row pushing in behind them, and today your mouth has been hurting since you woke up as a third is growing in behind them. However, as the day progresses, your skin feels itchy, and then becomes progressively rougher as the small tooth-like scales cover the remainder of your torso and most of your legs. The rough bark filling in the rest of the gaps where your human skin remained. Your face aches and begins to widen... and then... your legs fel rubbery, achy... and begin to merge. From your hips to your knees, your legs are pulled together and the skin begins to fuse over them. All the while, your tailbone extends, seeming to fuse your torso into one long, but flexible mass, splitting into two just below your knees. If you really try... you can hobble around on those knees, but a wheelchair or something of the like would really facilitate your movement on land. 
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 9:06 pm
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow...
I shall fear... It arrived as a climax to a horrible day, ending up to most likely be the worst day of his life as he knew it. The thirst, the unquenchable parched feeling of the lining of his throat was exquisitely unbearable. No matter how much he drank, his mouth still felt hot and shrivelled like a dying man in the desert. Empty plastic bottles littered the floor of his duplex left and right, much too tired to pick them up and properly dispose of them as he should have. The grey skin was spreading like a rash; exactly what he perceived it as being at first. He didn't expect the toothy, jagged edges to creep through his pores in a torturously irritating process as it covered every inch of his body. By this time he was delerious and was clearly not thinking straight. Under any other circumstances this would've caused him a great deal of alarm, but today his thirst was his concern.
The boy retreated to his washroom early in the day, sitting cross-legged in his tub to allow the cool water to run slong his shoulders, down his back to dribble off the contours of the dorsal fins. His constant bath kept him preoccupied but it only seemed to delay the sensation until the running water stopped striking him. He hadn't even noticed the nervous habit he'd acquired, running his tongue back and forth over the rows upon endless rows of sharp teeth that had sprouted what seemed like entirely overnight. Large, marble-like eyes stared blankly infront of him as the opaque sheen of the second ocular membrane swept droplets of water from his vision. And then it struck like an oncoming and ultimately inevitable train.
Brilliant illumination. Multicoloured sparks like the 4th of July, flashes of light striking his iris' with the harsh intensity of a flashlight pointed directly into his face. But was it the light that caused him pain?
No.
Oh no please, make it stop.
Please.
The young boy grabbed the sides of his head with enough force to distort the skin that covered it, though the rippling under his fingertips continued with alarming force that he was soon sent into a state of self-panic. Scream after brutal scream erupted from the bathroom, amplified by the unique acoustics of tile and ceramic until he couldn't take it anymore. Tremors were pulsing down his spine and every instinctive flinch of his body sent sharp spasms of excrutiating pain. He couldn't bare to sit anymore, the tub must have been suddenly made of hot coal and jagged granite because the pain of merely sitting was too much to bear. Alec leapt to his feet and automatically regretted it, the fibers of his limbs seeming too loose and pliable to support his weight. His knee struck the edge of the tub and he came crashing down, only managing to throw up his arms in time to protect his face.
But this new position, sprawled on the tile of his bathroom provided no comfort. The pain was intensifying, like his entire bottom half was in a vice being slowly squeezed, stretched, contorted in such unnatural ways. What was his punishment this time? What did he do?
Not only could he not bare to remain laying down, he couldn't bare to remain still anymore. He was thrashing, kicking, screaming with the last amounts of strength his vocal cords could muster and he found himself scrambling, erupting out of the bathroom like a wailing bashee, legs shrivelling and twisting with each kick.
The teenager convinced himself he was halucinating. His mind had been in a dark place ever since he dragged himself away from that graveyard; he couldn't shake the feelings, the pain.
And he was getting tired.
Every kick was less extended, every shift of his hips or stretch of his thigh was lessening, constricting. He'd later compare it to being covered in boiling sulifane wrap because his skin felt so inflammed and sore. He must've overexerted himself because his screams were dying down as well, lowering volume and transforming into choking gasps that alternated with the moans of a dying animal. He lay on his side in the middle of the main room of his duplex absolutely shaking from tip to snout, eyes so wide they threatened to fall out, his entire body rigid and in shock. If he was dying of thirst before, than he was truly in the process of decay now because his could barely force his voice to rise from his chest anymore.
Flaps of skin on his neck fluttered. Open. Closed. Open. Closed. Everything engulfed by the blackness.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 2:15 pm
While Alec lies gasping on the carpet, slowly coming out of the horrendous pains of his traumatizing change, a small package is left by his door.
Inside the small cardboard box is a note, and a small rubber toy:
Quote: Happpppy Birthday, Alec! Nothing like a fascinating new body for ones' birthday, eh? Well, judging from the cameras, not everyone appreciates a change as a present, so here's something else. Given your new form, you'll likely be rather restricted on land. So here's something to make "bathtime much more fun."
Inside the box is a punked-out rubber ducky
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 5:47 pm
Life was stabbed back into the deformed flesh of Alec's body as a jolt in his chest seemed to force him back into consciousness. Eyes strained to focus as he willed himself to move, trying to shift his legs underneath him to sit upright though all he managed to acheive was a pathetic rocking motion. His head was spinning from the disorientation but the boy knew that everything was not right and that he needed help. Even after all the trauma of the change, the irish teenager still had little idea what had gone on as his mind seemed unable to peice together any coherent thought.
He tried again to sit up and failed, his hip stiff and sore as he guessed he'd been laying on his side for quite some time now. The grey skin along his back felt like tough sandpaper, unpliable and in much need of a bath but he couldn't fathom how he was going to get himself to the shower again.
Finally, after failing at another try to right himself, the boy curled into a fetal position to assess the damage. His heart nearly stopped.
It was like a blur; every kick of his 'leg' would result in a bend of the corresponding stumpy fin and the sight drew him into a state of shocked awe so that he was unable to look away or believe what he was seeing. His head was aching furiously but the pain was shunted away in favor of the growing feeling of churning in the pit of his stomach. This couldn't be, it was a mistake. A mistake by the labs, they'd fix it as soon as possible. There was no way.
But the more he lay there staring down at his twisted lower half, the more he realized the sight wasn't going away. It was clearer and he wished the details weren't so vivid anymore. Before he knew it he was crawling, scrambling like some mutated and mismatched pile of body parts towards the com system by the door. It must've taken him an hour just to crawl there himself and straining his arm as far as the socket could reach, he dialed the number to Amaya's duplex.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 5:53 pm
And her tiny little box rang, dinging to the sound of someone trying to contact her. Normally she would jump right to it, knowing it could only be Alec... but this time she wasn't sure. Why would he call her? Didn't he hate her? Was it the labs instead?
She stopped her bored cleaning and wipped her palms on her yellow dress before walking over to the com and pressing the button to reply.
"Hello?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:01 pm
Alec felt a rush of adrenaline as he heard the response, arching his back as far as his dorsal fins would allow to try and project his voice into the speaker. Unfortunately, all he could manage was a stretch of a few feet closer.
As his gaping mouth opened to speak, the full impact of his need for water struck him when no sound arose. He tried, contracting his throat with his mouth wide, a light and airy wheeze escaping until he finally managed a scratchy sound. "'Maaa...... Yaaaaa..." He tried to produce more but broke into a coughing fit. His heart was pounding, praying she could hear.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:05 pm
The teen blinked and stuck her nonexistant ear directly onto the com, barely able to hear Alec's whine. She frowned.
"This is Alec, right? I'll be over in a minute." She sighed and waited for some kind of confirmation, if any, before she would head out. He must have changed again.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:13 pm
The teen's heart sank. She sounded annoyed, her words filled with half-hearted concern. Maybe he shouldn't have called. -What the hell Alec, you need HELP- But who else could he have called? He couldn't think of a soul that would've cared. Amaya used to care. Used to.
He considered not answering but reminded himself that he could use the help. With luck, she wouldn't be cruel. "Y-....YEA." The youngster choked out and gave into the pain in his chest, slipping back down to lay on his stomach and take in a few gulps of air to try and clear his throat.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:22 pm
After getting a confirmation Amaya grabbed a bag and headed out, tugging at the side of her dress. It felt a little tight, maybe they had ordered a size too small.
She headed for the cafeteria first, knowing he would probably need a lot of food and water. As she stocked up she wondered why, of all people, he had called her. She knew he needed help, as did everyone with their changes, but... why her? Didn't he hate her? Never want to talk to her again? Of course she was all just assuming this since they hadn't talked since the "date".
Once stocked on food and water she made her way to Alec's duplex and knocked on the door. "It's me."
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:26 pm
Alec focused on the silence of his room, hearing an idly tapping that might've been an animal outside, Nita upstairs, the tap dripping in the tub. He hadn't moved an inch since he'd called her, now laying half-curled on his stomach by the wall. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the knock, the sharp sound drawing another flow on adrenaline that caused a tingle through the veins in his shoulders but not enough to draw energy for movement. With all this, he couldn't will himself to respond though the door was unlocked as usual.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:35 pm
After a moment of waiting and not getting an answer Amaya started to worry a little. She looked around, spotting a little cardboard box. It must've been for him.
She picked it up and held it under one arm before looking to the door again. "I'm coming in now..." She trailed off and then turned the knob, opening it up.
The place was littered with empty water bottles and her long toes kicked a few as she stepped inside, her tail whacking one away as it slid in behind her. Yellow gaze looked around before she spotted the grey mass on the floor. Her heart nearly stopped.
The bag containing the food and water slipped off her arm and dropped to the floor. "Oh my God..." She was such a b***h.
She dropped the box as well, half running over to his side. "Alec?" She grabbed his shoulders to try and get him to sit up, not knowing how impossible it was for him now. "Oh God, Alec..." Amaya would have started crying were she able to.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:42 pm
The teen's eyes rolled in their sockets to follow her as she entered, hands propped up and poised by his sides as if he meant to move but hadn't just yet. His gills were weakly flaring at slow intervals, mouth still agape in a look of mild shock though one couldn't tell if he was even capable of further expression anymore. Another wheeze escaped his throat before Amaya rushed over in movements too quick for his instincts to delay a reaction, causing him to flinch as he snatched him by his arms. Damn she was stronger than she looked.
"Ugh..." He grunted strongly in a mix of pain and effort of speech, regretting the way she was forcing his body to move. In all of her fussing she'd managed to draw him into a kneeling position, though even then he had to brace his arms infront to keep him from toppling over. All he could do was stare in mute horror at the wall ahead, barely registering her presence as of yet.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:48 pm
Jesus Christ this was awful. Although she wasn't able to cry physically, she was on the inside. Crying for the boy that she would never admit that she still held feelings for. She forced herself to swallow a huge lump in her throat before talking.
"Alec?" One of her huge palms moved from his shoulder to pat at the side of his face and try to get him to focus on her eyes. "Alec hun lookit me. Are you there?" She asked, letting her emotion for him to slip into her words.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:55 pm
He could feel the hand on his shoulder, a part of him in the back of his mind forcing him to acknowledge it though it took Amaya's soft voice to draw him out of his stupified reverie. Though slow, he finally turned his face to the side to look at her, met with the familiar green, scaley snout. The sight allowed him to focus though he felt like throwing up, the bile churning in his stomach as his mind caught up with the rest of his senses to finally register his surroundings.
Grey eyes akin to glossy marbles welled with tears as he croaked an answer. ".... A'... don' know?" His voice broke just as his shoulders began to shake.
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