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 Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:03 am
"Nita? Oh right! Yeah, I met her last night...she's the one who ah...who broke the news to me...so to speak."
It doesn't take long for Tommy to notice the look on her face, "Ah...damn...listen, I'm sorry. It seems to be a taboo subject around here...and hell, I'd be lying if I said I understood how you felt....it's just...I dunno...I'm just so...so confused. I only got here a day ago and...and now I'm confronted with all of...all of this," Tommy says while gesturing in front of him to encompass all that is before him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:13 am
She laughed a bit...covering her mouth as she did so. Seemed Nita was good at that. "Yes, me too..." She explained her little outburst, shaking her head when he continued. "No... I just wish I could tell you more." I wish i could tell me more She paused to think, downing the last bit of her water and gathering her dishes. "It hurt some... Not to scare you though... Perhaps some advil?" she shrugged, looking even more awkward as she tried to be somewhat helpful. She sighed some, standing and abruptly moving her dishes to the little drop-off spot. "I should be going." she offered another smile, though looking rather fake. She never was a good liar.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:17 am
Tommy watches her gather up her dishes and sighs inwardly. .oO(Why am I driving off everyone I meet here? Damnit...well I'm sure as hell not going to stick my head in the sand while this s**t goes around me. What's it take to get a straight answer around here anyway?)
"Hey, I'm sorry, but before you go. Nita mentioned that some doctor ran the operation here, but I forgot his name...do you by chance know it?" Tommy asks while cracking open his second water bottle.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:41 am
"No, no.." she shook her head again, trying to keep him from apologizing anymore. She knew what it was like to be curious... But at the same time, she had chosen just to not think about it. It worked better that way... You could be happy that way.
"Name..." She paused to think, if there was one thing she was good at it was remembering names. "Sabin Duvert..." she practically hissed, though it sounded rather withheld. "Aubery Lockheart... Those are all I know of." She thought there was one more, but she only remembered metting the two, so she let that feeling go for the time being. She waited to see if that was all he needed.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:43 am
"Sabin...yeah, Sabin was one...I haven't heard of the other one. Lockheart you said? Huh...there was another one...started with I think an M...*sigh* ah well. I won't keep you any longer," Tommy says with a nervous grin, "Have a good night, Natsumi."
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:47 am
She smiled when she had atleast helped him with one, and nodded when he asked if she had said Lockheart. She gave a moment of thought.. M.. M... He broke her thought, smiling some and shaking her head no again. "Yes... You as well." She turned to head towards the door, pausing whenshe had opened it midway. "Aa.. My duplex. It is 46, if you need anything..." She offered with a small smile, trying to show that there were no hard feelings, she didn't like the feeling of not being friendly towards someone... So with that, she continued on her way, going straight to her duplex in a bit of a fast walk... It was getting late, and the dark was still creeping her out. She wanted to get to bed before her mind started playing tricks on her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:53 am
"Alright, I'm fifty...*he sighs*," Tommy looks down at his water. It seemed to him like she wanted nothing more than to get away from him. He looks back to the door, "...four."
With one last sigh, Tommy drains his water bottle...still thirsty though...and throws away his trash. He heads back to his new home soon afterward.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:00 pm
Panic. Flat, bottomless panic had been the herald to Pyroth’s morning. As soon as he opened his eyes, he could feel something was wrong, something was different. It was the scents in the room that unnerved him, that and the stinging twinge on one of his forelegs. He had tried to convince himself it was nothing, just a bad dream and an over-active imagination, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. His stomach had felt unsettled, no longer interested in food, simply in feeling as though it was full of very heavy stones simply through dread.
He had paced up and down his duplex, up and down, like a caged animal, off the edge of flaked out, his imagination running riot. For all he knew, if this had been the injection, these could be his last few moments as a coherently thinking human. It could all end anytime. It felt like he was sinking in his own anxiety.
This pacing continued for several hours, all the while he remained totally unable to escape the fear. Finally there came a point whereupon he could take it no longer and he snapped, breaking his pacing stride and throwing wide the door to the duplex, escaping those claustrophobic walls and getting out into the open air.
There was no way he’d lose it all alone in that lonely duplex watched by the cameras. If this was the fate of the others, they needed to know.
He headed towards the cafeteria, hoping that if nothing else, a drink of water might calm him down or something. Hobbling in, he filled a bowl with water and sat down, staring at it, his ears back, tail tucked.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:14 pm
Another night, another nightmare; another day, more of the same. He was starting to almost get used to the nightmares now - they were repetitive, just like his life here. At least during the day, he was happy. He had gone out for a walk on his own, enjoying the fresh air and exercise. He was too impatient to deal with the machines in the work out room. But after a good while of walking (all the way to the beach and back - he had lost track of time), his stomach decided to remind him that it needed food.
His canine nose picked up the scents of food as he walked closer to the cafeteria - and something else. Something - someone new. As he pushed open the doors and stepping inside, his tail stopped wagging when he saw the figure sitting at a table. He looked like a canine of some sort - wolf? dog? - but his proportions were all... wrong, his joints were off.
Avery approached the table, meaning to introduce himself, when he noticed the other man's paws. Not quite hands anymore, he couldn't help but staring, the unease clear on his face. Was this the person Awen had told him about? He stopped at the edge of the table next to the other canine, and he opened his mouth to speak, but found he didn't know what to say except, "um... hi," in an uncharacteristically timid voice.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:19 pm
Pyroth looked up almost instantly at Avery's words, looking to all the world before as though he hadn't heard his approach, staring at his reflection. He hadn't really expected anyone to be here but part of him was glad.
He took a calming breath, as calming as he could muster, aware that he probably looked crazy the way he was behaving. Finally getting a chance to look at the other who'd addressed him he saw that he appeared to be becoming canine aswell, the features familiar to him, though admittedly different in some respects.
He was probably more unnerved by him than most, Pyroth seeming like a premonition, a possibility rather than just another islander.
"He..hello." he stammered, to his own surprise, his voice shaky. He nodded "I'm Pyroth."
But still his ears and tail remained fixed in "terror" mode
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:31 pm
Indeed, it was obvious that Avery was scared just seeing the other man - it was one thing to be told about it, but another to actually see it for himself. It wasn't that he hadn't believed Awen - but now he knew it was the truth, it was real. He sat himself down heavily across from Pyroth; he wasn't positive he could have stayed standing.
"I'm, uh - I'm Avery," he said quietly. His ears reflected Pyroth's, pressed back against his head as he looked at him across the table. "S-so... are you... I mean - you're... turning into a dog, too?" He knew it was a stupid question, the answer was obvious - perhaps not a dog in particular. He almost hoped the other man would deny it just so he could relax a little.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:36 pm
So many things had been wracking on her brain lately, and none of them had really been resolved. In fact, she highly doubted that there was any more anger left in her. She was utterly exhausted, and at that particular moment, hungry.
Her tails whipped behind her, unable to stay still regardless of how much she attempted to will them to. It was quite frustrating, really.
Pushing her way inside the café, she nudged up the sunglasses as a makeshift headband to keep her inch above chin length hair out of her eyes. In her usual tank top and, as of late, shorter shorts that rode low to accommodate for her tails, Antony noticed the two already present. One of which, Avery, was easily identified thanks to his hair, but the other, well she was having a hard time with that one.
"Hey," she said lazily, yawning and not bothering to cover her mouth as she eyed the other one. His eyes were what eventually identified him, and she blinked back a grand amount of shock. "Pyroth?" She could hardly recognize him anymore.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:47 pm
Pyroth looked over sympathetically at Avery from where he sat, aware that for better or worse it would all end soon for him, the future was uncertain for the youthful man before him. Avery, he noted the name, unable to keep his gaze fixed on the fear he could read in the other's face all too easily. Expressions used to be hard to read because they could be faked, ear postures were harder to falsify.
His gaze returned to the tabletop. "Coyote." was his simple answer.
He was about to add to this when Antony spoke up, making him look up in surprise, it had been a while and time had changed her too. It was her scent that finally made him realise. He mirrored her surprise for a second before stammering. "Y.Yes. It's me behind this muzzle."
And speaking of fur, he felt terrible, like his was much too hot, hotter than usual, his skin sensitive to every breeze in the cafeteria.
No, he would keep his fear under control. But it was hard when part of him wanted to tell about the pinprick that greeted him that morning, to hear a reassurance he was over-reacting, anything.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:58 pm
Avery was trying very hard not to stare, and it took every ounce of will to tear his eyes away, looking down at the table. His hands were gripping the edges of his seat so tightly they were starting to ache just a little - he pried his hands off the seat, placing them on the table instead.
Coyote. Not a dog like him, but still canine... the worry was still there, making knots in his stomach. He certainly didn't feel very hungry at all anymore.
He heard someone else enter the cafeteria and he looked up; although she looked different now, the white fur and multiple tails - were there that many before? Better not ask - made her easy to recognize. He lifted his hand to wave a little, not feeling in the mood for talking. It seemed like every time he reunited with someone, they were changed again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 5:02 pm
Antony suddenly had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. "I'm sorry I never came by to see you," she murmured guiltily, rubbing the back of her neck in attempts to sooth away how shitty she felt. Billy's angst was apparently contagious.
She couldn't stop staring because unlike most islanders she had seen, Pyroth looked more beast than man. Vasile at least had no problems walking upright, and it seemed they both were turning into canines.
The thing that bothered her the most was the stench of fear in the air. The squirrel was uneasy being between two predators, especially when the tension seemed rather volatile. Something was not quite right.
A nod was offered to Avery's greeting before she made her way closer to the pair. "You look terrible... I mean, like you're sick..." She couldn't seem to finish her statement, but instead offered him questioning look of 'can I do anything to help?'
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