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 Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 12:53 pm
"Aye," He murmured, leaning back to attempt the cigarette and matches with the tips of his tentacles. "I s'pose I shoul' make a call t'th'labs abou' gettin' somethin' t'help me walk." He didn't want to talk about Aubrey just then.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 12:55 pm
Absently, she scooped up the shirt and threw it over her shoulder, crutching her way to the door to gather her bag as well. "We can be crutch buddies then. I'll bring you fish later okay?"
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 12:58 pm
"Oy, why're y'takin' tha'?" He frowned.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 12:59 pm
"So no one finds it in your room," she murmured, eyeing him for a moment before opening the door. "I'm not going to turn you in."
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 1:03 pm
He nodded, too tired to argue. "Jes' don' YOU ge' caught wit' it, lass."
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 1:25 pm
"Lucky for me, blood has a habid of being quite hard to wash out of whites... And none of my fur is pink," she gave him a slight smile before waving and crutching out of the duplex.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 8:48 pm
After Antony had left, Billy had sat for a while in his bed untill boredom took over. He pulled himself to his feet, and was actually able to make a step or two befor he was forced to catch himself on the end of his bed and the wall. This was rediculous. He inched his way to his table, grabbing a chair to use as a make-shift walker, two of his tentacles twisted around it. Once again, he had to struggle with another tentacle to try to work the intercom, and once it seemed like his call was going through properly, he cleared his throat. It was still sore from his transformation that night. "Hallo? I need some bloody crutches o' somethin' here, in t'irty t'ree."
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 8:49 pm
The male voice on the other end buzzed back. "Crutches? What for?"
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 8:50 pm
"Because I bloody can't WALK y'moron!" He growled.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 8:51 pm
"Okay, okay chill. I'll put the request in, but things are kind of hectic up here. Dunno when they'll be there."
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 8:52 pm
"Jes' so long as they do," He snapped back, "S'all yebugger's fault I cannea' walk t'begin wit'!"
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 8:55 pm
The intercom switched off without a response.
It was nearly two hours later before there was a knock at the door. "You the critter that needs the crutches?" called a gruff voice from the other side of the door.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 8:59 pm
"Aye! S'bou' bloody time!" Bill called back with a snear, limping towards the door with his chair-walker, barely able to manage the knob with his tentacles- he wasn't *that* practiced yet. Yesterday he had had *thumbs* afterall.
He managed to at least unlock it, edging away from it to let the man through, "C'm in, then! S'no' locked."
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 9:04 pm
The door opened and a burly armed guard stepped in, looking around the place with disgust. "Yeah he'ya go." He tossed him unceremoniously on the bed, making a WIDE circle around Billy. He didn't looked scared, just kind of ...disturbed.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 9:06 pm
Billy sneared. It was lost upon him how much his apartment's smell had changed from just his usual musk, to musk and seafood. He reached a tentacle up, wriggling it pointedly at the man, "I'm a bloody cripple now, an' y'put 'em across th'room? Wha' th'feck is wrong wit' ye?"
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