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 Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:18 pm
Ian meets AwenAwen Zyn Wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't notice the guy with small antlers someing into the cafe. She was still arguing with herself debating between Lauren's view of the Doctor and everyone else's that she's met. She sighed softly and shook her head. It was really no good worrying if he was good or bad was it? They're all stuck there anyway.
Eventually she looked up and saw the man standing in the cafe. It took a moment to realise he must have been changed as well. Antlers, ears, fur. Yup... he was like the others. Awen had only met one other normal person yet and she was a little disappointed that she isn't meeting any other full humans...
She got up slowly and decided to introduce herself. "Hi" She said as she started towards him. "I haven't met you yet, have I? I'm Awen" She flashed him a big smile. Ian Campbell Ian looked at the female who said 'hi' to him. He swallowed his last leaf and gave a small smirk at her smile. "Hello. No we haven't met, I haven't gotten out of my duplex much in the past week or so. I'm Ian." He held out one of his hands/hooves, hoping she wouldn't be too appalled to take it." Ian stored away the information he had gathered about her already. She had evidently already met other changed residents of the island, else she shouldn't ahve reacted so easily to his antlers. She was new, probably arrived in the week he had become a near recluse, and was an optimist. Her hair was blue, dyed, and there were no roots also showing that she couldn't ahve been here long unless Moreau supplied hair dye. How long would her optimism last?, he wondered, giving a mental sigh hoping she could always be cheerful-ish. Awen Zyn She took his hand/hoof and smiled softly. "So you too huh? I think I've only met one person who was normal still. I guess it was easier for the Doc to keep it a secret when there wasn't all these half animal people running around huh?"
She tried not to let her smile faulter at the striking worry at what she would be turning into. She thought of the dead angler fish she saw in a museum once. Her father had explained it to her and she hadn't liekd ti one bit. Picturing herself Part anglerfish Awen shuddered wondering how many of her new friends would like her then...
"You've been here awhile then?" She asked tilting her head to the side changing the direction of her thoughts away from herself. Ian Campbell Ian shook Awen's hand then let his drop back to his side. "I've been here for a month, I think. It is really easy to lose track of the days around here. I know two "normal" people. One I haven't seen since I got here, the other I haven't seen in about a week." He sighed, "There are no secrets outside the laboratories here. Moreau tells you one thing there, but out here there are no secrets." He started to head towards the food counter. "Excuse me while I get some food. It takes a lot of fruit to fill me up." He put three apples and two large tomatoes on a plate and headed over to a table sitting down once he got there. Awen Zyn She walked over to the table ian chose to sit at and she sat down. She vaguely noticed it was the same table she had first sat at on hte island. She remembered Pyroth standing beside the table and shouting at her about what she thought was happening on the island.
"Yeah you figure out pretty quickly that you can't keep making excuses. Like Colche I thought was tattooed... but eventually when I met Amaya I couldn't think of any explaination for her clawed feet. I thought i was delusional because of the stress and length of the trip. And then...Pyroth well... got a bit angry with me." She sighed softly. "I didn't mean to upset him really. But it was a lot for me to take in all at once.... Denial is the first step ya know..." She shrugged a little bit. "But what are you gonna do huh? Lauren doesn't think this place is as bad as what others say, she also says good things about Moreau, which is the first I've heard of anything good mentioned about him yet."
She paused a moment and suddenly blushed. "Oh sorry I guess I'm rambling!" She laughed a littler nervously. "I...tend to do that sometimes sorry." Ian Campbell Ian laughed. "At first I thought Pyroth was just an exceptionally hairy man with weird ears. That was until I met Dude and Ambrose," his voice became softer and he took a large bite from an apple. "It was inevitable that I accept what was going on here. Then more and more people began to change, and I grew more and more angry at Moreau. Amaya is barely 16, and yet she was dragged here too. I met her when she arrived, she is a really nice girl and doesn't deserve this. None of us deserve this I think. Not Amaya...not Emerwyn...." His voice cracked a bit, he was feeling really angry and that added to a week in his duplex denying that he had feelings towards Emerwyn was getting to him. "Emerwyn hasn't changed yet. She hasn't been here for very long, she doesn't deserve this either. Moreau is an evil son of a b***h, but none of us can do anything about it." He rested his head in his hands, he too was rambling and allowing his emotions to get the better of him. "Sorry," he muttered. Awen Zyn She reached across the table and laid a gentle hand on Ian's shoulder. She knew how he felt, a lot of people didn't deserve this, most seemed fairly happy so far though. And Amaya.... yes she was only sixteen but she was living in an orphanage before, she chose to come here instead of stay there. Awen laughed in her head a little bit. She was making excuses for the Doctor... She sounded like Lauren. But was that really a bad thing? The Doctor was sincere about helping Awen, or he seemed to be.... She set her thoughts aside. She wasn't getting into this again.
"It seems bad Ian... I know." She smiled half heartidly. "But remember it could always be worse. We could be stuck in cages or something. We get good food, entertainment. I mean.... I'm not defending Doctor Moreau or anything... just... it could always be worse." She tried to sound encouraging thoguh she didn't think she did a good job of it.
She gave his shoulder a little squeeze to try to reinforce her assurance and try to help but... she doubted it helped at all. She wore a look of sad concern on her face. A lot of people seem to be upset about this whole situation... About as many as were happy are frustrated too. Awen still couldn't decide what to think... Ian Campbell Ian didn't look up. "Yes, everything could get worse. The problem is, that what could get worse usually does before it gets better." Ian was in a foul mood and it was getting darker by the moment. It was nothing Awen had done, but a mixture of his own feelings for Moreau and his feeling and disacceptance of the transformation he really was innerly enjoying. He didn't want to be happy he was turning into some creature, but he was, and he couldn't quite bring himself to fully accept that. Not while everything he loved away from the island was fresh in his mind. "Doctor Moreau...." he said the name without emotion. "Ah yes, the captor of innocents, the liar.....and yet the one that made my life seem a lot more worthwhile than it had been. I don't know whether to respect the man for what he did to me, or hate him for what he did to others." He gave a hoarse laugh. "Or I could maintain perfect neutrality and pretend indifference." Awen Zyn Her hand slowly slipped from his shoulder. "I know exactly how you feel." She placed her hands on the table and fidgeted with the edge. "Some of the people on the island he's helped...others he hurt...." She took a deep breath. "And god knows what he's doing to me..."
She made a worried fist out of one of her hands but refused to get back to those thoughts for the fiftith time that day. "But... Listen." She let out a heavy breath. "There isn't much we can do about it now right? I mean... Sure we're angry, happy, confused...whatever. But what can we do about it? Attack him? Did you see the security this guy has it probably wouldn't work. Escape? Even if we could wrestle away the helicopter when a new arrival came, what could we dom once we get back to mainland? I might be okay for awhile, but you and the others have already changed enough. What would they think of you all? What would they do to you?" She shook her head a little bit.
"I hate to say it Ian, but it's hopeless..." She teared up a bit thinking about all of her friends she left behind. Her family... Jon..... "We're not going back to normal lives. We'll never see anyone again. So....so we just have to make due with what we have here. Enjoy what we can...."
She sniffled slightly trying to steel herself off trying not to try and just trying to breathe. "There no sense being upset..." She muttered thought more to herself. "There's nothing we can do..." Ian Campbell That is what he knew. He knew he couldn't leave, he knew that he was stuck here, but Ian did not like being unable to control his fate. "I just wish there was something we could do. I don't care what happens to me. I can be happy here, I know I can. It's the others I'm worried about, the people who left far more behind then I did. I want to help them, let them be happy." He frowned, he hated when discussions went in this direction, he needed to find something better to talk about. "So, um, do you know what you're turning into yet? All I currently know is that it is vegetarian and has horns and hooves." Awen Zyn She smiled softly. "I think you're turning into a cute critter I'm sure.... but me..." She shrugged softly. "I have no idea what I'm turning into...." She shurged a little bit. "I haven't started to change and the Doc gave me no clue even what this place was about let alone what creature I would become."
She shuddered slightly and looked down. It did bug her quite a bit. She could deal with some facts... she could prepare that she wasn't going to be able to stop it. But it's the not knowing that scared her the most. Ian Campbell Ian nodded. He hated not knowing, but knowing scared him a bit too. "I considered asking what I was becoming, but honestly, I'm rather scared to find out. I keep telling myself that I'll ask next time I see him, or any of the labtechs that work for him, but since I haven't seen them I haven't asked." He finished his first apple and started on a tomato. In between chewing he spoke. "I think I'm a cervid of some sort, bovids aren't as attracted to fruit and leaves as Cervids are. Bovids would rather eat grass and such. He looked at his arm hair and shifted uncomfortably in his seat disturbing the way his tail was resting, he shifted again making a mental note to cut a hole in the back of his jeans so that his tail would never be squished. Awen Zyn She wasn't exactl sure what a Cervid or Bovid was but she started thinking about what Ian could be. It distracted her from thinking what she could become. Tilting her head a little bit she reached out and ran a hand quickly along the furr growing on his arm before withdrawing. "Hmm..."
She thought about creatures she knew of back home with horns. "Maybe an elk? Or moose.... or deer..... something like that I think?" She tilted her head a bit. "I mean I'm no expert but those are things around home that have antlers anyway..."
She grinned a little bit to herself thinking of the time a moose had wandered into the city. That was a funny day actually she had been in grade nine at the time when she saw a moose run passed the window of her english class.
"It's not so bad though... at least you have a general idea of what you're gonna be. And you're furry." She giggled a little bit thinking of Colche and her explaination of people she liked depending on their fuzziness. Ian Campbell Ian's eyes widened as Awen mentioned that he was fuzzy, then he had to grin. "At least I won't get cold in the winter....if it gets cold on tropical islands." Elk, or deer, that was what Emerwyn had seemed to think as well. "I guess so," he looked at the reddish-brown hair on his arm, and his tail seemed to support that explanation as well. "I had always wanted a tail anyway," he laughed trying to keep up the positive mood. "Except it gets in the way when one is trying to sit." He shifted again, but he just couldn't get in a position that didn't disturb his tail anymore. Frowning he wiggled again...and again..and again, unable to imagine how funny he must look to Awen. Awen Zyn Awen tried to hold it back by jsut snickering but she couldn't help it. Soon Ian had her outright laughing watching him wiggle around in his chair. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry." She gasped out but burst then into another fit on giggling. "It's just...." She did a small impersonation of him wiggling around so he could see what she meant. "Too funny!"
Awen was grinning now. "Maybe it's not so bad this transforming thing huh? Maybe I'll be something cute? Like a chipmunk, or a bunny, oh Cloche would absolutely love me if I was a bunny!" She snickered and for once the thought of changing didn't absolutely horrify her.
She had never entertained the possibility she'd turn into something fluffy. She was too worried about turning into some sort of fish, as someone had suggested to her before. She had to look on the bright side of things and be hopeful. "Maybe I'll even turn into a sugar glider oh thsoe things are awesome!"
She giggled still and came to the conclusion that the whole transforming thing might not be so bad... Ian Campbell Ian gave up on wiggling and eventually stood up to eat the rest of his food, joining in the laughter at Awen's imitation of him. "Tail," he said apologetically, "I have to cut a hole in my pants for it I think. It doesn't like being confined" Then he realized just how badly that could be taken and turned bright red. "Uh......" he faltered. "That did mean anything beyond the fact t-that I have a fluffy tail attached to my butt." He looked at her and remembered seeing a sugar glider once. He was glad to see her happy and encouraged it. "A bunny would be cool, I think those long ears would suit you." Awen Zyn She snickered at Ian's blushes. She hadn't taken it at all the wrong way....until he pointed out that it could be taken the wrong way then she just giggled some more.
At the mention of the bunny and he whole long eared thing one of her hands went up and played with her ear. "You think so?" She thought about it a little bit. "I don't know really... They'd probably get in the way when I'm redying my hair... I would have blue stains halfway up them!" She snickered at teh thought.
She smiled up at Ian. He really was a nice guy and put her in such a great mood. He really did know how to send Awen into giggle fits anyway, as if it were that hard normally. Since she's been on the island she knows she hasn't felt like this, so she was really glad she could meet Ian.
"Thanks Ian." She smiled a little bit. "You've honestly helped me out a lot." Her voice was soft and sincere now, happiness still bubbling in it, but the giggles gone. Ian Campbell Ian felt really happy. He enjoyed helping people and making them feel better. When other people were sad it made him sad so he worked really hard to try to make everyone feel better. "Blue ears would be cool," he teased. "Imagine how different it would be." It was so easy to be happy now. He felt lighthearted and his eyes shone with a small happiness. Ian got along so well with the people on the island. It was a first in his life and he felt that nothing had been better for him than coming to the island. He had friends, and that was more than he had ever hoped for. Awen Zyn Awen grinned at the thought. "Blue ears WOULD be pretty different..." She never really cared either way if she was different or the same as everybody else really. But she had to admit blue ears would be pretty cool.
"That reminds me of the time we painted my friend Joel blue for a comm tech video." She grinned broadly. "Way back in grade ten, it was runny we used the school's paint he washed it off but was stained for days! Man his mom was so angry...."
How random her thoughts string across by simple colour association. she didn't mind though she was having fun. She sensed that Ian was really a nice guy and he just radiated with happiness it seemed. Ian Campbell Ian just had to make another comment, he couldn't resist. Where had this side of his personality been hiding for years? "I had always wanted to have an abnormal color of skin. Never blue, but I wanted to have green skin, like the aliens on sci-fi books always seem to have. I am such a geek." His grin was mischevious, almost like that of a young boy. This was part of himself that had never been allowed to survive in his old world, but now was just as much him as everything else. "I never did get to go to a sci-fi convention though." Awen Zyn Awen grinned a little bit. "Geeks are fun though! I used to go to anime conventions all the time; I dressed up and everything! It was great fun really."
As Awen was laughing she suddenly was caught up in a yawn. Pausing from the lack of breath at first the yawn overtook her quite rapidly. She blinked a little bit afterwards and realised she had gotten really tired since earlier. She did have a full day after all...
She got up slowly and smiled a little to Ian. "I hate to cut the good times short but... Um..." She couldn't help it and yawned again. "I think I'm really about to pass out here."
She rubbed her eye sleepily and smiled to Ian. "It was great meeting you though, I'm looking forward to hanging out again sometime okay? We can totally Geek out sometime together eh?" She giggled again. Ian Campbell "I always used to get teased about being a geek, but at least I had fun. What people think never really concerned me." He caught her yeawns and realized how tired he had beenwhen he first arrived on the island. "I'll just be finishing my food now, but I would love to hang out again sometime. You should get some rest. You seem really tired." He smiled, "nice to meet you as well." Awen Zyn She smiled at Ian. "Thanks really... I think it has to do with the different time zones and everything why I'm so tired." She shook her head. "I never could get used to time zones.." She mumbled looking down a bit.
Still though her eyes seemed bright when she looked back up at Ian. "I'll be seeing you around then. I hope you...fix the problem with your tail and all." She snickered.
Turning to leave the cafe she gave a small wave over she shoulder before returning to her duplex for the day. She smiled proudly at herself. Not onyl did she stand by the ocean with Colche for a long time but she met a new friend too. This had turned out to be a pretty good day for Awen.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 4:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 4:49 pm
Why Ian decides to spend a week in the jungle:
After he left Emerwyn's duplex, Ian returned home and sat on his bed with his head in his hands. What was he doing? This wasn't the Ian he had been before the island, those were the actions of a completely different Ian, an Ian that he could not explain the existance of.
Sighing, Ian pondered the quandery for a long time before lying down to sleep - still confused about the entire issue. The next day Ian spent a long time outside the front of his duplex munching absently on grass and still trying to decide what he was going to do. Later that day, he showered and left his duplex heading for the jungle. Ian had found the jungle to be a wonderful place to relax and think, little did he know exactly how long he would spend there pondering.
A week later Ian was still in the jungle and had still reached no decisive answer to his dilemma, then Amaya found him....
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 4:49 pm
Ian talks with Amaya while living in the jungle:Amaya Vaughan Amaya sat on an old tree stump in the jungle, the rays of the sun beaming down through the leaves and onto her scales to make them glint. Beside her sat a small stack of different books that had to do with different lizard species. She had been looking at these almost all day and was quickly getting nowhere. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she closed the book in her lap and let her head hang. The red locks blocking her view since the dye had still yet to wash out completely. Ian Campbell Ian wandered the forest as had become his wont. As he wandered he let the cool sounds of the jungle envelope him, their sweet song creating a blanket of soothing feelings. He hadn't felt this calm since before he had last seen Emerwyn almost two weeks before. After that he had decided not to attend the halloween party and instead held his own small Samhain celebration in the trees. He hadn't been to his duplex in almost a week. Ian had preferred the calm natural element of nature to calm his nerves. He walked through the jungle in quiet reflection his bare feet (for he had left his boots at his duplex) making almost no noise on the ground. He wasn't looking where hewas going and therefore didn't notice Amaya as he wandered. Amaya Vaughan Hearing someone approaching, Amaya snapped out of her small little bubble of self-loathing to look up and around. Spotting Ian a few paces away she gave a small smile, having not seen him in quiet some time. "Hey Ian." Her voice was quiet and sounded as if it was weighed down with even more worries then she had previously had. Ian Campbell Ian almost didn't hear Amaya so intent was he on his own problems. But he was lucky he did hear her else he would have just walked past without seeing her. "Amaya?" he asked moving to near where she was sitting and taking a brief glance at the books. He wasn't going to burden her with his problems like he had in the past, not this time. He hadn't seen her in awhile even though she lived upstairs from him, but that was because he had spent too much time moping. He needed to get out more and grab life by the horns (pardoning the pun between that common saying and his own predicament). "Are you alright?" Amaya Vaughan "Yeah, I'm okay." Amaya forced a tiny smile and placed the book that was in her long fingers to the side. She had been the one crying when the Dude had been put to sleep AND when Ambrose had changed. She was always the one who needed comforting and wasn't going to make Ian do that as well. Like Ambrose had said: they needed to be brave for eachother. "How about you? I haven't seen you in awhile." Tired green eyes looked up at him and she moved over on the large stump to give him room if he wanted to sit down. Ian Campbell Ian gave a small smile back to Amaya and for the first time noticed how truly dirty he was. After living in the jungle for days he hadn't showered and was covered in all sorts of murk and grime. He fidgeted not wanting to get Amaya dirty and have her think he smelled, but he didn't want to be rude as to her invitation to sit. He sniffed experimentally, he did smell really bad, but he wondered why Amaya did nothing. "I'm alright," Ian responded still standing uncomfortably. "I've been living in the forest a few days. Has anything happened over the past ten days? That's how long it has been since I've seen someone?" Ian was completely ignorant of anymore changes or what had happened at the halloween party. Amaya Vaughan Amaya could smell Ian, but compared to living in Pennsylvania around cow manure your entire life, it didn't bother her. She was thankful her sense of smell didn't seem to advance any farther... yet at least. "Jeeze, 10 days?" Green eyes looked surprised as she rested her chin on her hands as she sat. "Actually yeah... a lot has happened." A frown played her features and she looked down, wondering if she could sum it all up for him. "Hargun changed again and so did Ambrose. Mister Dude also punched Moreau at the Halloween party." Ian Campbell "Both Hargun and Ambrose!" Ian's eyebrows rose. "Wow," he murmered more to himself than to Amaya. "And Dude punched Moreau...good for him...I think." Ian wasn't normally a very voilant person, but when he though of Emerwyn, a burning hatred for the orange-haired man flared inside of him. "Not quite ten days, closer to a week." Somehow it made him feel better to think he only had seven days of grime rather than ten. "I haven't seen anybody in ten days. And I also think I am glad I missed the party. A quiet Samhain celebration suits me better." Amaya Vaughan "Yeah, but afterwards the doctor put Dude to sleep with just a word. All he said was 'Subject Carroll Sleep' and Dude just... fell unconscience." Amaya frowned and looked down, her expression grave.
"Samhain celebration?" A brow rose and she looked back up at Ian. Ian Campbell Ian's eyes widened. A single phrase and Moreau was able to knock people unconscious. He shivered involuntarily rubbing his hands along his arms. "That......" he halted mid phrase, he had no clue what to say. "Um, about Samhain then....it is a Pagan celebration that occurs over Halloween. Literally translated the word means 'end of the warm season' though I doubt that applies given that this is a tropical island." He gave a small laugh still troubled by the information about the Dude. "I happen to celebrate those events and pray to the god Cernunnos." Amaya Vaughan "Ohhh, that's pretty neat." Amaya decided to go along with it to try and get off the more depressing subjects. "I'm not really religious myself, I just like Halloween for the candy and costumes and pranks. Something to have fun with, y'know?" She gave a tiny smile and shrug. "Though I guess you could say I'm kind of a Christian. I mainly just believe for the sake of my family. I want to believe they're having a good time in some heaven somewhere." Ian Campbell Ian remembered when he was a lot younger how he had only enjoyed hallowe'en for the candy and being able to dress up. "My family are Christians. I never held their beliefs against them." He wondered if James even knew he was still alive, wondering if it was better were he thought of as dead. "They were open-minded though. Some Christians would hold me being pagan against me." He closed his eyes and relaxed. Talking about stuff he knew about was very relaxing. Amaya Vaughan "My family wasn't as accepting. Even though I followed their teachings when I was little since I didn't quiet understand all of it, later on when I drifted farther away from Christianity, my grandmother gave me a lot of guilt trips." Amaya frowned, drawing her legs up so she could hug them to her chest. "She said something like 'what would your parents think' and that hit me pretty hard... so I've been trying to keep believing just for their sake." Ian Campbell Ian mentally smacked himself. Why did he always end up making people sad? It must be a curse....How could he make her feel better...... his tail twitched and he looked backwards frowning, having had forgotten that it was there. "People really need to be more accepting. It can be really damaging to people when they aren't." He said after a long silence. This he knew from his own childhood and the bullies he had faced. Amaya Vaughan "Yeah..." Amaya gave a small smile and looked back up at him, trying to think of something else to talk about... Oh! How could she have forgotten?
"Have you seen Emerwyn recently? Last time I saw her she looked really sick. She said that she went to the doctor but Moreau had said that her sickness was something she just THOUGHT she had." She frowned, angry. "How is that possible? I bet he's taking joy in her being so sick..." Ian Campbell Ian winced. Off all the things Amaya could have brough up, it had to be Emerwyn. "She was fine last I saw her," he said evasively. "We had tea together. She was still coughing though. Next time I see Moreau I'll..." he left the threat hanging and clenched his hand in a fist so tight that his knuckles cracked. It was obvious that there was stuff Ian wasn't saying about what had happened with Emerwyn, but Ian was oblivious to that fact. Amaya Vaughan Amaya watched him, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. She was angry too. "That's good... at least she's doing a little better." She let it at that, not knowing what else to say. Ian Campbell Ian nodded "I'm glad as well." His stomach growled, reminding him of his sporadic eating habits over the past week. He plucked a leaf from a nearby bush and began to chew on it slowly, staring at the dirt caked in his fur. "I really ought to get home and shower," he muttered not noticing that he had referred to the duplex as his home. Amaya Vaughan Amaya couldn't help but laugh a little as he realized how dirt caked he was. "Yeah, that would probably be good." She didn't mean for it to sound rude, more like jokingly. Standing, she gathered up her books. "Well, I should be heading back for some lunch. You wanna come along?" Ian Campbell Ian shrugged. "I can walk you to the cafeteria for your lunch. I can eat grass, since my priority is showering before going anywhere where I can potentially meet someone." He didn't like to admit it, but he was a tad vain and didn't want to be seen as dirty as he was. He smiled wearily. "Shall we go?" Amaya Vaughan "Sure." Amaya smiled and began walking back to the cafeteria with Ian, most of it being in silence since she couldn't think of much to say besides the usual "it's beautiful out here" and "the weather is really nice". As she got to her destination, she turned and gave a thankful nod to Ian. "Thanks. Take care, okay? I'll see you around." With one last smile she headed into the cafeteria for some lunch.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 4:50 pm
Reflections and a shower:
Ian got back to his duplex after a week in the jungle covered in much and smelling absolutely foul. Grimacing, he peeled off his grimy clothes and stepped into the a shower. During his shower he decided that he would have to go see Emerwyn, but first, he would get some apples from the cafeteria, perhaps Emerwyn would like one... It took quite a bit of shampoo to get all the dirt that had layered his red fur and he examined the fur critically. It was shaggy and rough, he really ought to find out what he was becoming, perhaps he would dial zero later. He was a bit scared though, there seemed to be many predators on the island and what if one of them wanted to eat him? Sighing, he shut off the water stream and got dressed in his usual blue jeans and t-shirt. One of these days he would ask for some new clothes too...perhaps at the time he asked what he was becoming, that was as good a time as any.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 5:37 pm
Ian talks to Awen and meets Joliette:
Ian entered the cafeteria after having had gone home, showered and slept in his bed from living in the jungle for a week. He headed straight for the counter not noticing if there were other people present. Grabbing an apple he took a large bit and piled four more on a plate. He sat down at a table still unaware of everything around him.
Awen glanced up from her own table in the cafe while catching something out of the corner of her eye. She had been quietly reading in the cafe, not really wanting to go to the entertainment room for fear someone was going to be watching or playing something and distract her from her book. She knew Faith of the Fallen front to back, but she'd taken to reading it for the tenth time. She also had to carry it around for Emerwyn because she still didn't know what duplex to deliver the book to.
She smiled when she saw Ian. She shut the book onto her bookmark and moved over to him smiling. She sat down across the table from him. "Missed you at the party." She said light heartedly.
Ian swallowed that first bite of apple he had originally taken setting the uneaten portion atop the rest if his pile. "Hello.....Awen." It had taken him a moment to remember her name and Ian hoped that she didn't notice the hesitation. He smiled back, "I didn't go, I was...busy." He shrugged good naturedly. "I was fine by myself." He didn't mntion exactly why he wanted to be alone or where he had been during the party.
Awen nodded a little bit and set the book down so she didn't have to hold it. The island was so boring there wasn't much at all to do, what could he possibly be busy with? She really didn't want to press the matter so she just let it drop. There had been quite a bit of activity at the party and sort of glad Ian missed at least the last bit of it, save him some grief and worry anyway.
Awen smiled softly. "Well, I still missed you. Haven't seen ya in awhile, which really is a shame." Shurrging a little bit she added. "For such a relatively small island youy think that people would see everyone more often huh?"
Ian nodded in agreement. "I heard about that from Amaya. But really, if one doesn't want to be seen for awhile, the jungle is a nice place to hide." He didn't say that that was what he had been doing. It wasn't that he had been hiding, but that the jungle seemed natural for him to stay in when he was avoiding Emerwyn. "It is a shame though. There are people I would like to see more." Like The Dude, he thought. I haven't seen him in quite awhile. "What book are you reading?" Ian asked noticing for the first time the book that Awen had.
She nodded a little bit. The jungle was pretty nice place to get away and not be noticed. Awen wondered if that was true why she kept running into people there...? But shrugged it off as just her own luck.
She looked down to her book when Ian mentioned it. "Oh, um.." She slid it across the table to him. "Faith of the Fallen by Terry Goodkind. I've been meaning to get it to Emerwyn... but I don't know her duplex number."
At the mention of Emerwyn Ian flinched slightly. He knew what duplex she was in though. "Emerwyn lives in duplex 18." He remembered the time she had invited him there and him giving in to the urge to hug her. Ian picked up the book curiously. He had heard of Terry Goodkind, but never had the time to read anymore. "Good book?" he asked handing it back, grabbing his partially eaten apple and taking a bite.
Awen blinked a little wondering why Ian had flinched. But quickly took in the other information Duplex 18, great! Now...she just has to finish reading the book again before handing it over...
"Great book actually!" She smiled brightly. "Goodkind is by far a genious.... I could only fit one of his books with me so i brought that one. Maybe... I could get the Doctor to get the rest of the series for me, what do you think?"
Ian paused to think before replying carefully. "Perhaps the doctor would get the books. He's gotten other stuff for us here before." He took another bite of apple and swallowed before speaking again. "It keeps us entertained and happy, I don't see a bad side to it." Ian kept his own conflicting opinions about the doctor carefully concealed during that short speech. Until Ian was confident in his own feeling he didn't want to involuntarily bias someone agains someone that could very possibly be a good, albeit somewhat insane and blinded person due to a hidden tone in his voice.
Awen nodded a little bit. The Doctor does provide a lot for them. thought judging by the arguments at the party she wasn't sure how much was actually him. She shifted uncomfortably on her chair. She had leaned a lot towards the normal islander point of view rather than Lauren's. But she kept her torn feelings to herself.
"Not a bad thing to try anyway..." She half smiled as she drew her book back from Ian.
"Nothing to lose anyway. If he refuses you would be in the same position as if you never asked at all." A thought nagged at Ian's mind. "Do you mind if I ask you a question? I cannot seem to find an answer to it." He needed to know. Even a week of quiet reflection had left him even more unsure than right after it happened.
She blinked a little bit and nodded. "Fire away Ian." She wondered what was bothering him...
Ian took a deep breath and began. "Two weeks ago I saw Emerwyn....she.....had begun to transform. We talked a bit...she is becoming a cervid...like me." He paused unsure of how to continue. "She invited me to her duplex and I went....nothing happened," he added quickly just in case Awen might think something did. "We had tea, and we talked some more, about the past, the time before the island." Ian was doing a really good job of avoiding the topic he really wanted to talk about. "And.....she....seemed to get upset." There, that was closer to what he wanted to say. "I consider myself a friend, so I gave her a hug....just a friendly hug, nothing more. Friends can give hugs...." Great, now Ian was starting a monologue, just like villians in movies did, and people in Shakespearean plays...he had always hated the monologues as he felt they dragged from the topic at hand. "Um...well, she uh..." Just spit it out! he mentally scolded. "She cried on my shoulder....and I didn't know what to do, and I am an idiot so I think I made her feel worse because I left right after. I didn't know what to do, I never deal with females...what do I do?...What should I do?" He fell silent after that, he didn't mention the feelings he had felt while letting Emerwyn cry on his shoulder.
Awen sat and listened to Ian's almost-rant. She nodded or 'mhmed' where appropriate but for the most part just sat back listening. She worked things over in her head as he was going on, wondering what he was getting at with his little story, not that she minded but was curious to see how she could help.
Finally when he ended and she heard his question and saw that sad confused look on his face Awen...froze. Fora few seconds she didn't know what she could say. But soon enoguh got her mouth and vocal cords working again.
"Well..." She started slowly. "I'm no....expert on Emerwyn or anything..." She was not sure where that part was going. "But the island is hard on everyone. It's okay you left after that. But just... She'd understand. And you were there for a bit. She knows you're her friend and you didn't upset her anymore, crying is a good way to purge your system and she needed it I suppose. Just...don't worry about it. Don't leave her alone bethere for her and you should be fine."
She hoped that helped..a bit.
Ian scowled, but he hadn't been there for her, he didn't try to see her again, he went and hid in the forest for a week. He finished his first apple with a growl of disgust, eyes widening at the strange sound his growl was. His ears began to twitch a little and a weird scent filled his nostrils - the scent of his still human anger, causing his cervid half to be afraid. He wasn't angry at Awen, no, he was angry at himself, he felt that he had failed Emerwyn. "Thank you Awen," his voice was tense, unable to mask the fear the stag part of him felt. He felt trapped, unable to do anything. He rested a hooved hand on his head and sighed, resting his elbow in the table. "I just don't know what is happening to me anymore. Back home I would never have done half the things I find myself doing here."
She was taken aback at first by his glower and his tone. She saw the regret and fire in his eyes. She sat stiffly on her chair for a moment, wondering what she had said... She heard the growl but also saw the eventual fear in his eyes. She had no idea what what going on she hoped she hadn;t hurt him too much...
"A lot of people are doing things they normally wouldn't...." Including me, she added silently thinking of Jamal. "But we're adapting, right? Not just to whatever the doctor is doing but we're responding to the people around. You're doing what you think is best, and partly what your instincts tell you." She was half guessing here and all judging on her experiences. "But even if you make mistakes... they can he corrected pretty easily most of the time. Don't beat yourself up and get depressed...that's the main thing."
Ian snorted, it was rather too late to tell him not to get depressed, but the fear left his eyes as he realized that he had nothing to be really angry at. His ears were still twitching but that could not be helped. Dedicating the next few minutes to eating another one of his apples Ian regained control of te rest of his emotions. "I should pay Emerwyn a visit, see how she is and everything, I did leave rather abruptly." He nodded, confident in his decision. "Yeah, maybe tomorrow."
Awen was a little hurt by that snort of his. She had said something stupid again obviously... She fidgeted with her book, playing with the pages with her head down thinking while he was eating his apple. She knew Ian was just upset and she didn't think he really meant to hurt her or make her feel stupid by snorting or anything. She wasn't sure if he could even help it... but something just still cut into her a bit.
She looked up when he started to speak again and smiled. "Yeah, see just talk to her. Everything will be alright. I'm sure she'd understand..."
Ian had noticed her playing with the pages of the book and felt really bad...for whatever he had done to make her upset. Ian, not being used to the feeling of others which had led to this topic in the first place, was now feeling responsible for doing something to upset two people. "Er...." he began haltingly, what the heck was he supposed to do know. Sighing Ian mentally deemed himself the worlds most ignorant, insensitive lout. I'm so stupid....what right do I have interacting with people if all I do is make them upset in my ignorance. "Sorry," he ended figuring that was the best way to solve things since he did know that he was sorry for whatever he had done to make Awen upset.
Awen blinked a little bit at his apology. She, in turn, felt bad for making Ian feel bad about her. Oh what an endless cycle she could get into sometimes. "No, no,no." She said smiling. "Nothing to apologise for really. ore...misinterpretations on my part. I just thouhgt you may have been angry with me, that's all."
She brushed some of her hair behind her ear, of course it never stayed there more than five seconds but still. "Misinterpretation...I'm sure. So don't worry." She smiled very sincerely.
"I was angry, but not at you. At myself." Ian figured that Awen had a right to know. "I'm alright now I think." His ears had stopped twitching and all of the anger scent was gone. He looked at the remaining three apples and wondered if he should take them back to his duplex to eat later. Then, looking up at Awen, he smiled. "Yeah, I get misunderstood a lot." He laughed, this was a common routine, trying to explain himself. "I think I need to learn to explain things better." He picked up one of the apples and tossed it between his hands. Yeah, he would take them back to his duplex. He set it back on the plate and leaned back a little, relaxing.
Awen laughed a little light hearted laugh. "No no no... I just have to learn not to jump to comclusions." She chuckled again afterwards before looking down at her book. "Hey can you do me a favour?" Sliding the book towards Ian. "Could you, give this to Emerwyn if you're going to see her anyway? I never see her and... would feel awkward just going to her duplex..." She smiled a little sheepishly. "You don't have to but I just thought you know you'd find her and she could check out the book sooner...."
Hargun walked ahead of Joliette as soon as the cafeteria was in sight, then turned around. "Uhm, can you wait her for a sec?" she asked, and listened intently on the inside to see who was in there. Ian and Awen.. okay. she thought, checking herself. "Ah nevermind, come on." she said smiling and walked in. "Heya Awen, heya Ian!" she called to them.
Joliette quirked a brow at her strange request but followed her in none the less looking around the building Ian and Awen... two more names to remember she thought to herself.
The Dude walked in and headed for the crowd of people. Some he remembered from before, some were clearly new. he waved to everyone and grinned a wide: "Wasssup!"
Ian heard the people entering before he actually saw them. Turning in his seat he gave a lighthearted wave. "Hello," his eyes scanned the faces. The Dude hadn't changed since Ian last saw him, but Hargun was distinctly more bat-like, just as Amaya had mentioned. With Hargun was a new face. Not another one, Ian thought. Will it ever end? He smiled warmly at all three of them before turning back to Awen."Sure I can give the book to her. Since I need to speak with her anyway."
Awen stood up seeing all the new people enter. It's only polite really. Glancing down to Ian she smiled brightly. "Thanks."
Turned to the others. "Hey Hargun, Dude." She waved a little before looking to the new girl. "So who is this here?" Awen rounded the table to greet the girl , for once actually looking down.
Mentally Awen grinned to herself, whoot she's shorter than me! Then paused wondering if this is a good thing. She wouldn't want Jamal to suddenly call this girl "Shorty"... But onto introductions!
"I'm Awen Zyn." She said politely and held out her hand. "But uh Hargun already said my name and ...well..yeah. Still!"
Awen assumed since the girl was with Hargun she obviously knew something was up. Hargun, being as she was and all, had probably already told her the truth, so Awen wasn't too concerned. And really she probably wouldn't know when to shut up, and even if she did it was doubtful she wouldn't reveal the truth. Or..try to anyway.
Hargun nodded and waved at the Dude as he made an appearance. "Oye! Hi Dude!" she turned around to Joliette. "Guys, this is Joliette. Just recently arrived on the island."
She stepped aside to glance at Awen and Ian. Trying to give a rather serious look, although she doubt theyd get what she meant by Try to lay low for a bit.. It wasnt very clearly stamped on her face.
Ugh.. I cant eat any bugs in front of her.. hold it in Harg.
"All more actor friends I presume Hargun" she said and nodded to each her eyes finaly landed on the Dude "intersting that some seem to be in costume while others not" she said her voice carrying her british accent clearly. She didn't catch Hargun's look to the others
Oh yeah, another victim of Moreau's lies ... a pretty one, too: "Hi Joliette. How long since you came here and why?" - he smiled at her. Wow, Ian grew himself some horns, huh? Great ... now they had Ambrose the Wolf and Ian the Lunch. Great plannign Moreau ... great planning. He sighed and started paying more attention to the conversation.
Ian was able to guess in a moment that this Joliette didn't know about the islands secret yet. She called them actors...great, just great. Costume, she had said and Ian brought a hand reflexively to his antlers trying to resist having his ears twitch. He hoped he succeeded and put a smile on his face. "It's part of the general script," he lied knowing absolutely nothing. "Some don't have costumes until later." His smile faltered, but only for an instant. Ian hated lying, but perhaps it would make everything easier on Joliette. "I'm Ian, as Hargun mentioned. And hi Dude. You haven't been around much? Or is it me that hasn't been around?"
Awen blinked and withdrew her hand when the girl didn't take it. She looked around at the other four as they talked and had a definate frown on her face. Once Ian had finsihed she just.. couldn't take this.
She looked at Hargun, Dude and Ian. "I can't believe you three!" She said finally. "You guys profess to hate Moreau...at least you do Dude. And yet you're helping him!" Her frown almost set into a glare. "What are you going to do? String her along with Moreau's lie until she changes? What do you think it will make things easier on her? Not only will she be trapped on this island like the rest of us but she'll then find out anyone she's come to trust has lied to her the entire time!"
She took a breath. She'd been getting more angry lately because of this stupid place... Stupid island, stupid Moreau, stupid everyone.... She started to really raise her voice."I learned the truth within hours of my arrival thanks to Pyroth shouting it into my skull and you know what? I'm better for it. Better than not knowing until I changed, better than denying it like Jamal." She was near frustraded tears. "The only way she is going to cope with this is if we are open and honest with her and help her through this. But you are all just going to go hide behind Moreau's lie because you are afraid of phasing her. It doesn't matter if she hurts, as long as you're not the ones to do it right!? As long as the delusion of normality lasts for a little while, you don't care if it would hurt that much more when the truth comes crashing down...." She stopped raising her voice and ended in a growl. "You hate Moreau.....but you are no better than him, helping him, feeding his web of lies. She's going to find out sooner or later. Why not tell the truth and help her, rather than help Moreau..."
Ian remained silent until everyone left the cafeteria not wanting to involve himself in conflict, he already hated lying, but he really didn't want to add anymore disharmony to the group sonce they were already angry enough.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 12:27 pm
Ian was in his duplex, it was evening and he had just gotten back from foraging in the jungle. His stomach was comfortably full and he felt drowsy. As he had taken to wandering around barefoot, Ian made sure he washed his feet before climbing into bed and falling into a sleep.
He was at his childhood home again and he was exploring his old haunt in the woods. Ian touched the tree that had been his favorite reading spot and smiled inhaling the fresh scent of the pine around him. He sat down, remembering the times he had sat there with a book and read the afternoons away.
His brother Marcus appeared from the trees and Ian looked up guiltily. "Ian," his brother said. "It's been awhile."
Ian looked away, seeing the ever young face of his brother made him sad. "Marcus," his voice was hollow.
"Ian, it is your fault you know. If it weren't for you I would still be alive."
"Was it? We were told you died in the forest, attacked by wild dogs. Neither of us should have explored the woods alone as young as we did." Ianwas finding it harder and harder to suppress the emotion that was trying to strangle him.
"I followed you....I wanted to know where you had gone...." Marcus' voice faded away and so did the image of the boy leaving Ian completely alone in the clearing.
"Marcus," Ian whispered, unable to resist the single tear that rolled down his cheek imbedding itself in the hard dirt. He walked away from that spot, still able to remember the way back to his old house. As he walked he began to feel distictly different. He was no longer human, he had red fur, hornes, hooves. He began to run, frantic. Ian raced through the forest as if his life depended on it and slowed down when his lungs where crying out in protest. He out his hand against a tree, wheezing and glanced around, he was back in the clearing where he had spoken to Marcus, he had gone in a circle.
Frowning, Ian caught his breath and started to dig at a spot in the center of the clearing. While digging he heard a voice from behind him. "Ian." it said. "Ian, are you trying to leave me behind?"
That voice was so familiar, Ian turned slowly, scared of what he knew he was going to see. Emerwyn..... "Er....." he began uncertainly. What should he say to that? He was trying to leave everything behind, but that was not the answer was it? He rubbed the dirt from his palms while trying to think of what to say. "I do not think I know...Mayhaps it will come to me in time." There was something different about him, something eerie, a formality that seemed to come naturally to him, a sense of ease to use that language where normal English seemed foreign.
The figure of Emerwyn looked at him with sadness in her eyes. She turned and began to walk away, evidently Ian had said something stupid again. "Wait!" he called and tried to follow her, but his legs seemed to be made of lead. "Wait!" he called and she disappeared. This time the tears poured freely down his cheeks and from the location of their landing something started to sprout.
First appeared what appeared to be a head, and just the appearance of the head was enough to make Ian shake, but he still couldn't move. The rest of the body started to sprout out of the ground and before long Doctor Moreau stood in front of him with a broad grin. "Mr. Campbell," he said. "So good to see you again."
Ian screamed.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:01 pm
You awaken to a pressure forming on your head as you reach up and can feel your antlers as it were legthening. But the pressure doesn't just seem to be comming from there it is also from all over your face. Even as painfully and slowly your face begins to legthen the bones scretching even as it becomes a more cerivid shape. Your entire body itches as fur begins to sprout in even greater regions, covering most of your body. You also feel odd as there is obviously something going on benieth the skin, where your changing further. The thick nails grow larger and darker, beginning to encase your fingers and your toes. Thick and hard it doesn't take much to realize that they are very much becomming hooves. Even not fully formed you find it is nature to walk on the hooves now and not directly on the bottom of your feet as you once did. Though still usable your fingers seem much less flexible than they once were, moving easier in sets of two (two on the right or two on the left). You feel the final changes comming on your face, as your nose changes shape and turns black. You also find it more sensative than it was previously. Your ears legthen and grow further. You realize you seem more... muscular more powerful as many of the stag instincts began to play a part into your thought process. You also know, that after all that... your hungry. 
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 3:21 pm
Ian awoke drenched with sweat, and he had a massive headache. It had been awhile since he last had a nightmare like that, the last time he changed to be exact. With that realization Ian's eyes widened and he reached a shaking hand up to his head. He felt his antlers growing, extending and he felt his eyes watering with the pain. The sore ache began to spread all over his face and he cried out, his cry sounding almost like a moaning of sorts, except very loud.
His face slowly began to expand and Ian could almost feel every hair painfully grow along it. He found that he began to have a wider range of vision as his eyes moved to alongside his elongated snout and he started to sob. His face felt like it was being stretched in a medieval torture device. The hot tears rolled down his face making his new hair cling to his face. He twitched and almost fell from where he was curled up on the bed as fur began to sprout across more of his body. He wanted to scratch, but his hooves made that impossible. Roaring he leapt out of bed and began to rub himself furiously agains a wall trying to gain some sort of relief.
Soon the itching stopped and Ian slumped against a wall, weary, but inside he could feel some sort of changes occuring, and he hoped agains hopes that this would be all that was happening to him. He had no such luck and he could begin to feel as his fingers began to become even more hoof-like, and his thumbs tip became very thick and hard. He continued to cry as his feet began to become more like hooves than like feet. He wrapped his arms around his legs and saw the hair had ripped through his jeans making them more like shorts. At least that is better for a tropical island, a voice inside joked dryly. Especially with all that hair. Ian couldn't laugh in his current condition and he buried his face in his arm, feeling another change as his nose began to twitch and change shape - very painfully and his ears stretched making it feel as though his skin was being ripped into pieces.
He panted heavily and in his mind there seemed to be something heavy coming over him,his mind became somewhat dreamy and he swore he heard a voice. Ian... the voice was deep, soothing. Ian, thou art tired. Thou should rest until thou hast come to terms with thy fate.
Huh? Fate? Ian's eyes drooped, soothed by the voice. Yes Ian, sleep. "Cernunnos?" he murmered. "Thou art a welcome presence in mine mind." His stomach growled insistantly breaking him from his weariness. He needed food.
Sighing he stood up, almost falling over as he realized he needed to walk on his hoof, not his foot. Growling, he headed for his door to get some food, glad for the calm that the imagined Cernunnos had given him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:00 pm
Ian made it to his door a little awkwardly still trying to get used to his hooves. However when he reached to grab his doorknob he came across a rather embarassing dilemma. He was having trouble grabbing onto the round doorknob. Frowning he tried to grab it again, but his fingers - which were seeming to stick together in two's like the Vulcan hand salute from Star Trek. "Dammit!" he cursed loudly, he needed to eat and couldn't do it from stuck in his duplex. "Dolts...." He gave the door a kick and was surprised when it didn't hurt with his hardened hoof.
Ian glanced towards the intercom, he would probably have to call to get assistance out of his duplex. That would be very embarassing to him so he tried to grab it again his eyes narrowed angrily.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:06 pm
Amaya bolted upright at the sounds of screams and... roaring from the duplex above her. "Oh god... Ian!" Eyes widdening she threw on some clothes and a sweater before running out her room and practically tripping down the stairs. After all, he had changed around the same time she had before.
She stopped at his door and knocked with her lareg knuckles. "Ian? It's Amaya, are you alright?!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:11 pm
Ian was more grateful thananyone could imagine when he heard Amaya outside. "Thank ye gods," he murmered letting go of what hold he had of the doorknob. "Amaya? Could thou please come in. The door is unlocked." He was still speaking in the formal speech..what had Cernunnos done to him? He stepped back away from the door almost falling backward on his hooves. But Ian didn't really want to alter his speech, it felt so...natural now.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:19 pm
Thou? Oh god, please don't let him go insane like Julian. Amaya gulped and with a little difficulty, opened the door. "Ian, are you alright? I heard you-" She stopped and stared at him, eyes wide. He had changed.
The fact that he had yet to see her changed didn't click in her mind, most of her exposed while she only wore the large sweater Chubbs had given her and a pair of tan pajama pants that were more like capris, so the scales coating her legs were painfully obvious along with her new hands and toes.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:32 pm
While Amaya was gaping at him, Ian was gaping at Amaya. Lots of scales covered her face and legs and he was startled. Clearing his throat he decided that food could wait. "Please, my home is thine. Come in." Well damn, if he weren't already enough of a sight, he was talking like some freak as well. Damn Cernunnos. This language was corrupting his mind. Ian, feeling a bit self conscious put his hands behind his back. There was no way of hiding his face or legs however. He sniffed the air, trying to smell for any signs that Amaya felt anything other than worry. Then with a sudden thought, Ian realized he was very glad for his 5'9" stature, it prevented his antlers from scraping the ceiling.
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