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 Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 7:49 pm
Poking at his salad Stewart replied "Do you think it has something to do with your serum? With mine, I can't stand to eat meat anymore. It feels weird to be grossed out by the thought of eating meat."
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 7:53 pm
"My serum's...ah uh..." he closes his eyes momentarily, this is obviously very hard for him to get out, "A...bat...a um...vampire...bat..." He says this last bit very quietly, almost ashamed.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:03 pm
A vampire bat serum? Stewart couldn't help but wonder if he would only be drinking blood in the near future...What a horrible thing to think about "A bat serum is not so bad, it sure beats my goat serum." He said nodding, he still didn't want to believe that he was really turning into a goat.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:09 pm
Tommy looks up at Father Young for a moment before looking back down and sighing. He's not going to bother to explain. Already, he's finding solid food incredibly irritating to his stomach. Already his hands are more cumbersome than the incredible tools that allowed man to advance through the ages. .oO(What I wouldn't give to have a goa...no...stop it. Stop thinking like this. You're going to be over and done with this shithole of an island well before they have a chance to change you again...think about that! Think about the look on the face of your enemy when you slash him open and let the blood flo...GODDAMNIT STOP IT!) Tommy abruptly cuts off this line of thinking and just looks back to Young.
"Yeah well...I suppose we all have our problems then, eh?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:18 pm
Stewart paused again as he looked at Tommy, what was troubling him? "I'm sorry, I'm only thinking of myself. I didn't even think of how hard it must be for you... Nothing good has come from this island" He finshed shaking his head at the thought of Moreau controlling their lives.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:25 pm
Tommy takes an unwanted sip of his V8 juice, grimaces slightly, and puts it down again. "I'm just wondering why no one has yet to make a serious attempt...that's all. Everyone is just so sure that nothing will work, you know? It's like every person here has just given up on everything. It's our highly developed sense of free will that makes us human, Father...I'm sure you know that. And it's not the fur...not the horns, not the scales or claws that gets us in the end...it's giving up. Every day we sit here and do nothing, we allow the powers that be take another shred of our free will away...until we're nothing but the animals they make us."
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:37 pm
"I-I've never thought of it like that anymore...The task of rebelling against Moreau seems so daunting to me, but I do think you really make a good point there. I know that there are many on the island who would help you out, I know I would. I don't what I could do to help." He said nodding again "I don't think I could do much though."
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:50 pm
Tommy shakes his head, "I wouldn't want you to have to decide between your morals and what has to be done, Father...just...pray for me...and forgive me for what I must do..." he says all of this slowly and carefully with a pained look upon his face. It sounds almost as if the young man has already resigned himself to death.
Tommy slowly stands, once again leaving his solid food untouched. With a sigh beyond his years, he begins walking for the doors.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:06 pm
Stewart wasn't sure how to respond to Tommy, he wanted to help....but just what exactly was he planning? Stewart wanted to say something helpful, but nothing useful came to his mind. He was only able to watch him walk out of the doors. Finally he called out "It was nice meeting you Tommy!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:09 pm
Tommy pauses as he shoulder open a door and glances back at Father Young, "Yeah padre...same here." He puts on his most confident grin, "Catch you on the flip side."
And with that, Tommy leaves.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:18 pm
Stewart watched as Tommy walked out of the Cafeteria, he hoped that this wouldn't be the last time he saw that man. But really hoped that he didn't have anything planned that would get him into serious trouble with the doctor. Finshing his greens, he started back for his duplex.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 10:35 pm
New RP
Thom was utterly miserable. Or, well, hungry was probably the better term. Terribly, horribly hungry--starving, even, but not. He could probably go another day or two without eating again if he absolutely had to. Following his last change, he had found that if he particularly stuffed himself, he wouldn't need to bother with another meal for a good few days depending on the size of his last meal.
This was all well and good save for one fact: He couldn't eat. He undoubtably would sooner or later, just as he had before when he grew hungry enough, but right now, knowing he could last another day... The food just didn't appeal to him. He stared down at the assortment on his plate, willing himself to at least try something. But the food just sat there, growing colder by the second, and eventually Thom just pushed his plate away, sighing and slumping over the table.
He was half tempted to request something live from the kitchens...
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 10:43 pm
Cassidy slithered in, feeling in a slightly better mood than she'd been in for a while. She'd actually fed the corn snake, so it wasn't going to die and leave her with the question of how she'd ever bring herself to dispose of a dead snake, and named it, and life wasn't really so bad, all considered, or at least that's what she was telling herself.
At any rate, she was hungry, and even if her usual meal warm, raw steak wasn't quite as appealing as it had been, she was definitely not up to a trip into the jungle for something live. Not if she could help it. As she came in, her tongue flickered, out of habit, and she caught a familiar scent, though somewhat... changed, since the last time she'd tasted it. She glanced over at the tables, and for one horrible moment was so petrified with fear that she could not bring herself to move.
Thom had changed.
Cass drew her breath in sharply, reminded herself that she looked much worse, and made herself call, "Thom! Thom, hi."
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 10:55 pm
One benefit, if it could be considered such, to being a snake was the absolute silence one could move with. Even given the slight sound of the door opening, Cass was no exception, and when she finally did speak her voice took Thom completely by surprise. His head snapped up to figure out who was calling, now-gold eyes fixing on the python woman. And after a pause, he smiled, straightening up and gesturing for her to join him.
Cassidy. Cassidy was a snake too. Surely she had had trouble eating and could offer some advice? Or, just the company would be welcome. Cassidy had made a life for herself on the island even given her changes. If he was going to be stuck here, and going to continue to change...maybe he should do so as well. "'Ey. 'Ow've you been?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 11:00 pm
Cass swallowed down her fears and slithered over to coil up next to the table. It was Thom, right? Therefore, nothing to worry about, no reason to be afraid. She smiled faintly. "All right, I suppose." She just did not feel like going into her retreat into the jungle. "There's a snake in my room these days. I'll be cured of my fears in no time, if I don't crack. Other than that, I guess I have no new complaints."
She tilted her head slightly. "What about you? You look... you've changed, since I've seen you. Are you doing okay?"
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