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Pyroth, in contrast to many of his previous moods was positively happy as he sauntered down towards the beach bar, he had had a shower and something to eat from the cafeteria before the idea of alcohol even occured to him. Last he had heard there wasn't any at the bar, but that was ages ago, so his mood was hopeful as he headed over to the wooden counter and checked behind it.

Aha! There was plenty.

With a pleased flourish, Pyroth took out a bottle of whisky and a shotglass, placed both on the counter, sat down and poured himself a drink, listening to the seagulls and miscellenious other birds squawking.

It looked set to be a lovely day.

Bobby was steaming after her talk with Ambrose. She was not happy to be stuck here, and turning into an animal... for all she knew, everyone turned into a wolf. The woman had no idea where she was going, just that she was going somewhere.

Finally, she made it to the beach and scanned the area, catching sight of the Beach Bar. A lone figure was there, with what appeared to be an alcohol bottle. Good, she could really use a drink right now! Bobby stalked over. Her hand wasn't as clenched anymore, but a few drops of blood dripped where her nails had pierced her palm...but she was in no mood to notice.

As she approached, Bobby noticed that there was a nother canineman there...and she couldn't tell the difference from the wolfman to the coyoteman, so it seemed to her everyone was turning into a wolf. The woman plopped down next to Pyroth, "Hey, what's there to drink here?" As she had done with Ambrose, Bobby took everything in stride, the coyote's appearance didn't phase her.

Pyroth glanced over his shoulder as another person spoke, he was actually surprised to see that the woman who had addressed him was normal looking, devoid of any of the typical animalistic features of the islanders. He didn't comment though, simply raised a brow a tiny bit.

He gestured with a paw at the rows of bottles and comment slimply "Pretty much anything. Why? Come to drown your sorrows?" he gave a wicked grin. Lately Pyroth had been getting more and more like the way he used to be back home. He assumed that the anger that practically emenated from her skin was the source of the woman possibly finding out the nature of the island. Most of the islanders got pissed off at the prospect of being stuck here.

He didn't wait for an answer, merely smirked and downed a shot "Don't blame you, this island is a b*****d."

Bobby shrugged and reached forward to grab bottle of vodka. Finally, she noticed the little strings of blood on her hand and stared at it. The sight just mad her more angry. The woman sat back and rubbed as much off as she could on her jeans. Glancing at the coyote, Bobby smirked ironically, "Not so much drown my sorrows as fuel the fire."

She didn't even grab a glass, instead Bobby opened the bottle and drank from it. The liquid burned down her throat and settled horribly in her stomach, but she didn't care. Grinning, almost madly, the woman raised the bottle before taking another, burning drink, "To the island, the one that ******** us all!"

Pyroth's couldn't help but chuckle, well here was something he liked to see, someone who didn't get mopey and down but instead let themselves get pissed off at the whole world. It was a better way to deal. Good stuff. He raised his own glass in a mirror of the mocking gesture Bobby made only the moment before, not even caring that it was his fourth in about ten minutes, he would slow down drinking eventually.

"Cheers"

When he placed his glass down, he took a better look at Bobby, noting more the tinny scent of blood than the sight of it from her. She did indeed look like a recent arrival.

"I'm Pyroth, by the way." he said with a nod.

Chubbs was dressed up in his usual fashion of jeans, a hoody, boots, his cap and his gloves. With hands in his pockets he somberly shuffled along the beach with a cigarette limply hanging from his lips. He had no destination in mind, just a walk to clear his mind and take his filthy habit elsewhere.

His ears where stuffed with the headphones of the iPod Joli had given him, ramming some Rolling Stones into his eardrums. He took a deep puff and blew the smoke out his nose and into the air as he walked. He noticed he was heading by the bar, the place he'd gotten the supplies that lasted all of five minutes in the wilderness. There were people present, one obviously an islander, he didn't know what he would do as he drew closer.

No hand was offered, so Bobby didn't offer either. She gave Pyroth a half smile and nodded in return, "Bobby Reynolds. I'd like to say it's nice to meet you, but given the circumstances, I really wish I hadn't.... I wish I was only this ******** rock. Then again, I doubt anyone feels the other way."

Leaning back a little, Bobby inspected Pyroth, gave him a good look. She pierced her eyes, catching sight of his clothing and accessories. Of anything, she doubted she would see an Indian here... Native American, she corrected herself. "So, Pyroth, what's your story, if you don't mind me asking?"

By this time, the woman had no idea Chubbs was nearby.

Pyroth wasn't fussed over the traditional greeting handshake, the last thing people generally wanted to do was to shake something somewhere on the border between paw and hand, especially not when they remained human themselves. In response to her comment he nodded, he knew the feeling, most people on the island did.

"My story?" he said "Well, it's a rather dull one" he didn't intend to mention his stint working for the goverment, nothing like a history of disposing of other people, even if they were utter bastards, to drive people off. "I was living at the tattoo parlour where I worked for about 18, 20 years, I lost track of exactly how long" he scrambled mentally, trying to think of a cover story, tattooists didn't typically get sent to islands in the middle of nowhere for nothing. Something came to mind "when my partner in the business decided it would be a good idea to go invistigate styles of art further afield. I heard that out here there was a tribe to study."

He shook his head "Got caught in a storm on the way here and brought in by helicopter. The rest is history." he took another sip of his glass and replied "Yourself?"

A single ear twitched towards the sound of Chubb's approach but he didn't notice the other just yet.

Chubbs sniffed as he flicked his cigarette with his tongue and flicked the ash off the tip. Through the smoke and the sea air he could taste a hint of it. Rum, there was some at the bar, it wasn't Bundy rum, boy would he have loved that, but there was some about. With the two drinking, he really could do with one himself.

Not much to say to anyone just yet, he walked his way up to the bar and behind the dark woman as he leaned over and searched the shelves. A bottle of dark rum caught his eye and he took it into his clawed hands. With a quick spin of the lid and a puff of smoke,Chubbs had the bottle open and was bringing it to his lips. With his smoke still in his mouth he begain to drink, and drink. The familiar tingle and burn as the rum ran down his throat felt good. He didn't stop, it all went down, every last drop till the once dark bottle was crystal clear. Putting it down, he considered his next option.

Chubbs was pretty much on top of her when she saw, and smelled, him. Bobby glared at the cigarette first, her motherly instincts kicked in, "Second-hand smoke kills, you know." She said it in such a manner-of-fact that she wasn't really offended, just stated it. Forgetting about it, the woman went and faced Pyroth again.

She really needed to work on her story... it wasn't very solid, at least she didn't think so. Sitting back, Bobby shrugged, "Probably more boring... got knocked up at 17, married the man at 18, and was a stay-at-home mom. I got some extra cash by cooking for people, but mostly my husband, Trevor, brought home the bacon. I thought I was coming here for a short vacation... some time to myself, ya know?"

Pyroth listened intently as she spoke, only actually observing Chubbs by following Bobby's gaze, he hadn't seen this islander before either, just how many people had Moreau hauled out here? He gave the man a nod of greeting before listening to the rest of what Bobby had to say. So she had kids and a husband? Damn that would smart. He had never even seen his son, the result of a fling with an old friend, all he knew was the boy's name and that he and his mother lived too far out of reach to pay a visit. Not that she would want him to.

"Wow. Moreau knows how to pick people to whom being stuck here would be the biggest inconvenience. How long have you been here so far?"

Chubbs really didn't hear what the woman was saying to him, he turned off the music and pulled the headphones out of his ears and looked the woman over.

" Hmm?"

Chubbs saw the guy that she was chatting to, he looked kind of like Ambrose in his animal way but different. He returned the nod and made his way behind the bar to get himself a beer, flick the lid off and sat himself down.

Bobby took a huge drink from her bottle. With a sigh, she took a breath and set it down for a moment. "Guess sho..." her words were starting to slur a bit. She probably should have eaten something...

"I arrived this morning, I phink. I am not entirely shure." She eyed Chubbs, "And who are you? You aren't turning into a dog, now are you? The fur looks all wrong!" So, Bobby knew a few things about dogs and canines in general...they had quite a pack on the Canine Squad that she had been trying to get on for years. She still had about two or three left before she had enough seniority... oh wait! She wasn't going back, was she?

With a short laugh, Bobby took another swig of her drink at the irony.

Pyroth shook his head, no, not a dog, at least dogs were good and loyal. The doctor probably hadn't known how much he would irk Pyroth by turning him into a coyote, the embodiment of all the things he hated about himself "Nah, not a dog, a coyote." he narrowed his eyes at the offending mental image and added "a dog would be an improvement."

Still, despite the species, he was learning not to care, on a day like this where his mood was too up to come back down, he couldn't maintain the anger.

"But whatever, at least I'm not turning into something non-mammal, I hear going through something like that is a b***h." the word amused him now somewhat, a word taken out of context by people and used as an insult. In a world overrun by Moreaus it would become a gender specific word with no insult attached. The thought was only funny to his mind gradually becoming hazed by the whisky, though not so much as Bobby, he had had something to eat prior.

It was only then that he decided to as what Chubbs was turning into. "Hey." he tried to get the man's attention "What's he making you?"

Chubbs raised a brow at the pair of conversationalists. It looked like he had some major catching up to do to mix with this lot, or at least the woman, she was plastered already. Taking another puff on his cigarette, he scratched his cheek and took a drink. the rum was already working him over. Good, he wanted a buzz, something to deaden his thoughts. Seeing their eyes on him, and the questions, he prepared himself for their odd looks when he explained his other half.

" Names Chubbs... and umm... I got a grizzly, a tazzy devil and a wolverine for my stupidity"

Bobby didn't even flinch. For her limited time here, the shock must not have kicked in yet. And the drink was really making her to not remember her leaving behind her whole family... although she remain incredibly mad, in almost a rage to be more precise, but she couldn't quite remember why anymore.

Grinning madly, the woman bowed to Pyroth, "My apologeeeses, sir, I didn't know." Hearing what Chubbs was saying, she nodded, "I guesss not efer'one turns to the ca-nines, then."

With an after-thought, and after another sip, Bobby looked down the length of her bottle with a frown, "I vonder what I'm turning intoo... sinfe I am ashuming I am since I had a shot.... thas what Ambrose said!"

Pyroth raised a brow at Chubbs, his addled head taking a short time to actually get round his words. He was about to say "you can't mix serums" when he stopped. Could you?
"Didn't even know they could do that." he said "Scary." his own words sounding ever so slightly slurred. He intended to stop drinking at this stage, but found himself slightly disregarding his own advice.

He raised a brow at Bobby "Y'know what? I haven't the foggiest idea what the psyh - psycho will turn you into." he grinned "I just treat it like a revers' chrissmas where no matter what you get, it sucks. Shtill, it's not too bad, it is a tropical island after all." He had certainly been enjoying himself lately.

"Y'met Ambrose? How's hee lookin'? As hairy as me?" Pyroth hadn't met the wolf-man in ages. Yes, his words were definately getting harder to say, he was sure of it. After all, he wasn't drunk. Nope. Not even tipsy. Not at all.

Chubbs took a big gulp of the beer, he really didn't like american brand beer, tasted like urine half the time. What wouldn't he give for a carton of XXXX stubbies, maybe some tallies. His friends always joked that six tallies were basically a Chubbs sized six pack.

Chubbs listened to how sloshed the pair were becoming, the woman most of all. She was doomed as well, stuck on the island from moment she got jabbed, how could he be so stupid.

" Yeah ya pretty much f*cked like the rest of us now"

Chubbs got to his feet and searched around for a couple more beers and stuck them in his pocket.

" If ya wanna know what serum ya got, buzz someone on the intercom and ask, it's how I found out"

With that, Chubbs got out from behind the bar and headed out to the beach, the rum starting to hit his head already.

Bobby laughed at Pyroth and winked, "Ahhh, well, you'd have to take off your pants in order for me to make a sound judgment." Of course, it was the drink talking, and she wasn't serious.

Looking at Chubbs, the woman sighed, "I never did like being fugked that vay.... at least I'mmm not alone, I guess.sss..." She shrugged, "What's it matter if I know or not? Not like it'll stop anything, ya...." When Chubbs walked off, Bobby sat as high in her seat as she could and waved at his back, "BYE BYE! NICE MEETING YOU CHUBBS!" With her emphatic waving, she fell off the stool and hit the ground laughing.

Pyroth merely laughed in response to her first comment "I was askin' for that one." A little niggly part of his concience pointed out at this point it would be a good idea to stop drinking, lest he end up in that lovely little blackout zone where he couldn't remember anything. He pushed the empty glass aside "For a former housewife, you got some sharp wits on you."

He shrugged, what did it matter? It took him a bit to notice that Chubbs was gone, by the time he did, the man had left and Bobby was on the ground. He looked genuinely surprised.

"How'd you get down there?"

Bobby grinned up at the coyote, "I don't rightfully know!" She tried a few times, failing mostly, to get back up on her stool and to her precious vodka that rested safely on the bar. When she finally made it, the woman took another drink, only to find that the bottle was empty.

"Aw crap!" she flung the bottle down and tried to crawl on the bar to reach for another bottle. Instead, Bobby flipped over the bar and landed on the other side. She stood, swaying back and forth, holding her head; and also holding a bottle of Amstel, quite proudly in fact.

Making her way, Bobby got back to her seat and flopped down, "I swear, I usually hold my liquor better!" By then, she was in a laughing fit. The truth was, she really usually did. "Housewife.... damn straight!"

Pyroth coudn't help but break into a bout of laughter at the sight of Bobby falling over the bar, normally he probably wouldn't have found it so funny but through this drunken haze, it was the funniest s**t he'd seen in years.

When she emerged triumphant with another bottle, he cheered her as if she were some brave explorer back from a long journey.

As she sat down he gave her a dismissive wave of a paw "Hey. Inmyopinion, you hav' every excuse to not be upta scratch drink-wise t'day. Besides, s'more fun when you are out of it."

Just one more he told himself and poured himself another shot. Last one today. No more or he'd be ill.

Bobby waved him off, with a somewhat bashful grin, "Psht, naww.... you're just being nice. It wouldn't be good to go about insultin' the entertainment now would it?" She took a sip at her beer and stared at it in horror. "That's the nastiest s**t I've eva had! Yuck!"

The woman threw it out and looked at the other bottles, just waiting to be plucked. No.... she was going to stop, she really needed too. One bottle of vodka already has her s**t-faced, and what if she found... him? She would have the chance to pay him back!

Ruddy-faced as much as she could be through her dark skin, Bobby stared at Pyroth and shook her head, "This is crazy!" She blurted it out without meaning to, "this Island, I mean.... Why us? Why the people that are here? Sure, I may have deserved it a little.... but even with the things I did, why make my family suffer? They shouldn't have to think I am dead, it's not fair! And everyone else? I don't think anyone really deserves any of this. Well, I can think of one, if he really is here... but that's it."

Pyroth shrugged slightly before laughing again at her reaction to the beer "That'sh why no one drinks that stuff." he hadn't approved much of that same brand when he'd tried it a while ago.

He nodded enthusiastically in response to Bobby's tirade "I dunno how Moreau picks you guysh, I endded up here because of the storm so he kinda just injected me sinse I was here." He growled, an instinctual reaction these days to anger and added "He doesn't give a s**t about any of that, as long as "science" is doin' okay, to hell with everyone else."

In the coyote-man's own opinion, he /did/ deserve this, quite a lot. He had done a lot of damage to families on his own, albeit to families he never saw, only whose words he might have spotted in the obituaries or something honouring "a good man" or a "kind father" unaware that that same person was a sex trafficer or worse. Still, who was he to judge the worthyness of life? He was just getting a taste of his own medicine.

He said not a word of these thoughts though. "Who might that be? 'might of heard of them."

Shaking her head, Bobby just stared at Pyroth, hoping the alcohol would run its course. IF she was indeed stuck here for awhile, she didn't want everyone to know she was a cop.... not right away. Many people can be such assholes to police officers without even knowing them; talk about being judged off the bat! Either way, she let that slip, and she could not afford to do so again, "I don'ts know his name. I just hearfd him at the airport sayin he vas goin' to some island for vacation and that he should get 'special treatment'. He seemed shady, so I stayed away." After a pause, she waited, "He came in the helicopter ride before me, I think."

Pyroth racked his thoughts for anyone who fitted that description but didn't turn up any likely people. He shrugged and shook his head "Nope, not met the guy, though if I do, I'll probably know." He waved his empty shotglass in the air and said "They should send convicts and guys like that here rather than wasting time having them put in prison or gotten rid of." he sounded enthusiastic, as if he had hit upon a really good idea. "Some would have families but those families might've already come to terms with them being away."

He frowned "I've met a few in my time who I'd rather have seen here than where they ended up."

Another shrug "Still, good to know the doctor has a few people who actually belong here!"

Bobby nodded, happy by the suggestion, she would be all for that! "Hell yeah! I totally agree... The families usually know more than the convicts that they are screwed anyhows. I'll drink to..." She raised her hand, an invisible glass in hand. Staring at the hand in shock, the woman pouted, "Humrph! I guess I don't have a drink...."

Again, she eyed the bar, and again, her willpower won over the logic in another drink... it came and went.

The woman gave up on it and smiled toothily at Pyroth, "Yeah, you remember if you find anyone like that and be sure to sink your teeth in him for me!" So, it appeared there was some tension between them...but she wasn't about to let the truth slip, not this early in the game.

"Maybe the convicts would actually reconsider what they'd done through a new pair of eyes." he flicked his tail "Or a different gender."

He was still slowly sipping on his drink, feeling a little queasy so slowing to a moderation, the bottle was done anyway.

"Oh no worries, I'll give them something to remember you by if they are as bad as you say. I'm good at that." He let his gaze momentarily wander along the beach and he considered taking a walk to sober up, then realised that he'd probably by upright for a matter of moments.

"So, what duplex you staying in? They are fit for convicts if ever anything was."

Bobby smiled, "True true, although it would be a better punishment if they didn't know about the island beforehand, no? Different gender?" The woman stared at Pyroth, "Oh-my-goodness, they can change that too!?"

"You and Ambrose are such gentlemen!" the woman snickered a bit when Pyroth offered to give 'him' something to remember her by. Her snickers turned to giggles and then soon another giggling fit when he asked her duplex...he might as well be asking what her number is! Somehow, she manage to get the letter, "Thirty-four" out before she was gasping for air.

Pyroth shrugged and grinned wryly "I wouldn't be surprised if they could, even something between genders would make an a*****e or two think again."

He had never been called a gentleman in his life, ever and the very made him cringe, he'd make a terrible gentleman, he preferred being a little off-kilter "Ambrose, maybe." he completely missed her actual point.

He had actually been curious how many duplex were present on the island when he asked the question, but only now did his brain, still foggy, catch up with the insinuations of his words and the possible explanation for Bobby's laughter. He threw up his hands and grinned apologetically. He was bold but not THAT bold "Sorry! Nothing meant by that. I just realise now how many people I don't yet know."

"I'm in number 5, been here a while." he chuckled, seeing the funny side now of his mess up.

Wiping tears from her eyes, and finally comfortable with her air intake, Bobby waved him off, "No harm done! I don't think anyone has seemed remotely interested since before I started dating my now-husband." She laughed again at the memory, "He was always a bit over-protective and threatened any man who dared look my direction wrongly.... I almost feel sorry for anyone who tries to date our daughters!"

The thought of her Trevor drilling potential-dates for Mel and Patty set Bobby into another bought of laughter. Getting up from her stool, she stumbled and clung to it. "Oh my, I think I better go back and lay down!" Her words were still a bit jumbled, but she walked off anyway, trying her hardest to stay on her feet.

A few yards away, the woman turned and waved, "I'll see you around, Pyroth!" When she turned again, she fell to her knees but was soon up and again and on her way.

Pyroth could only watch, amused as she teetered off down the beach. "See you later Bobby!" he called after her "Don't fall in the sea now!"

And then he cracked back up into laughter, this really was being a good day for him.

After a while, he too made his way back to his duplex, meeting with about as much success as Bobby, nevertheless, he didn't give a damn about his immenent hangover, his sides hurt with laughing and that negated it all.

Bobby woke up with throbbing hands. She sat up and placed the pictures, without moving her fingers or stretching her palms, onto the nightstand. Leaning over her hands, and watching them intently, Bobby slowly opened them. The crusted blood tore apart and they bled, although not as much as before. She hissed as they started to burn and with her eyes watching her hands intently, she went to the bathroom and cleaned them off.

Looking into the mirror, Bobby hardly recognized the woman who stared back. Her hair was a mess, her eyes bloodshot, and blood -her blood- was all over from her fitful sleep. It was a miracle the pictures had survived. Well, there was nothing else she could do, really... Bobby hopped into the shower, with her clothes on and rubbed the best she could with no soap. She got the blood off herself and did the best for her clothes, but there was no way she was leaving again until she had some new sets. Her uniform was out of the question!

After finishing, she wrung out her clothes and put them back on, tearing the bottom of her short to use as bandages for her hands. Feeling like a drowned rat, Bobby went to her bed. Sure enough, her sheets were rubbed with blood as well.

With a long sigh, Bobby inspected the room. There had to be a way to communicate with the doctor... or whoever. Finally, the officer found it; a small device that she herself had seen many times at the police station. She pressed a button, hoping it truly was an intercom.

"Hello?" her voice cracked.

At first, there was no answer, and finally a male voice came over wondering what it was that she wanted.

Bobby went through the formalities as best she could and finally got down to business. She did her best to give a detailed list of the items that she needed, and some that she wanted as well. Since she was going to live here, she really needed more than just a blood-stained outfit and her uniform.

Her list included:
- CLOTHES! Any would do really, but she gave a list that included jeans, cargo pants, capris, shorts, tank tops, sweatshirts, underclothes, shoes, sandals, swimsuit, a dress, etc.
- Toiletries: towels, washcloth, brush, shampoo, soap, fem. hygiene products, Q-tips, cotton balls, facial scrub, toilet paper, garbage bags, etc.
- Games: chess, deck of cards, etc
- DVD player + DVDs: Movies including - Boondock Saints, The; Walking Tall; Monty Python and the Holy Grail; Carrie; Batman; Mask, The; Aladdin; Princess Bride, The; Dances With Wolves; Robin Hood, Prince of Theives; Waterboy; Mulan; Truman Show
- Books- genres of horror, mystery, modern-fiction, non-fiction history, some sci-fi
- Music Players + CDs: genres of country, classical rock, 70s-80s, traditional African
- Bound Book and Pens
- Picture Frames
- New bedsheets

Her deed was done, and now she just had to wait. Bobby knew some of her stuff would take awhile, but hopefully she could get some things soon -like clothes, toiletries, and bedsheets.

The woman spent most of the rest of the day in her room. She destroyed it and put it back together, trying to find something, anything! Living the whole day off of fruit and water, Bobby finally went down with the sun. She didn't sleep on the bed, so instead she slept on the couch, waiting for morning to come.

Bobby returned to her duplex, only to find a package waiting at her door. With a grin, the woman opened the door and kicked the box inside before going in herself. Like a little girl on Christmas morning, the woman opened the box and started to unpack it.

She was relieved to see clothes, and her size too! That was a shock, but Bobby didn't mind, she could get out of these blood-stained rags! Why wait, though? Right then and there, the woman changed clothes, sighing in happiness at the feel of clean clothes.

With no ceremony, Bobby took out all the clothes and put them away. She separated the shorts from the pants, the underwear from the socks, the tank-tops from the shirts... everything was put in place in a specific manner. Seeing the sandals, tennis shoes, and boots, Bobby stuck them by the door.

The bathroom equipment and towels were also there. Bobby put them in the bathroom and their places, and stuck the extras away for later. For a moment, she was starting to feel like this could work...maybe.

There wasn't much else in the box, but the woman took out some picture frames. Her eyes started to tear up as she stroked the frames with her thumb. Without another though, she ran to the nightstand. Sitting on her bed, Bobby put each picture into the frame with tender-loving-care. With all the pictures safely in their frame, the woman arranged them on the night stand and the dresser...where she would wake up to them every morning and they would be the last things she saw every night. While her family may slowly forget about her, she would never forget them...nor how much she loved them.

Wiping away a fallen tear, Bobby walked calmly back to the box, and pulled out a surprise. The last thing was a plastic type of folded up box. She knew exactly what she would use it for. Carefully, the woman went and pulled out her police uniform. As if by ritual, she unfolded, then delicately folded it back up. She put the folded pants in first, and then the undershirt. The blue uniform shirt with the tie folded went on top. Finally, the folded -empty- utility belt and the spiffy police hat. She didn't put the shoes in the box; not only did they not fit, but they would have damaged the other things. Instead, when Bobby put the box away in her dresser, the shoes were put right by it.

Feeling a little better, as she put away some of her old life, while preserving the other part, Bobby sat in her chair and ate an apple.... deciding how she was going to deal with this new life of hers.

Ian hadn't gone back to his duplex since he had a few belongings after talking to Emelyn. He was now sitting on the edge of the cliffs munching on a tomatoe that he had gotten from his dwindling supply.

Seeing the guy in a cage had further strengthened his beliefs that staying in the village was a bad thing to do so he had stayed away and had created a 'home' of sorts on the cliffs.

His home consisted of patch of trampled grass of sorts next to a tree, and a photograph resting inside a carved notch in the tree. A rough hewn quarterstaff rested by the tree as well as both of Ian's antlers that had fallen off.

Right now Ian was sitting on the edge of the cliffs with his legs dangling over. He was listening to the waves crash below. As of yet he hadn't gone swimming, but the next time he was at the beach he would, and he would hope he wouldn't drown.

Bobby needed to get out more... she had come to that conclusion. Still, the woman wasn't completely prepared to just walk into the village and talk to everyone she met. She preferred the one-at-a-time meetings she had been having lately.

Today, though, she wanted to take a day or so off and experience nature, something she hadn't done in a long time. After packing an extra outfit of clothes and enough food for one and a half days, Bobby set out. It had taken awhile, but the woman found herself by the cliffs... and there was someone at the edge!

"No! Don't jump!" Worried, Bobby broke in a run. She was in pretty good shape, but all the inactivity she had recently really made itself known.

Gasping for air, the woman reached a point where she saw the figure was not going to jump, and was really just sitting at the edge. Exhausted from her sprint, the woman collapsed and heaved for air. "Oh gosh, I am an idiot!" she managed to mumble.

Ian heard the call in the silence and jumped, nearly accidently falling off the cliff, but managing to remain sitting on the edge. His heart beat rapidly at his near accident and his eyes were very wide. He picked himself up and knelt by where the woman collapsed.

She hadn't changed yet, Ian was sure. And he also didn't know her. On instinct Ian held out a hoof to help her to her feet.

"Fear not, everyone acts the fool at least once. I am called Ian, by what name art thou known?" He didn't even realize that he had offered her his changed hand without hesitation. That was a first for him.

Bobby smiled up at the face that blocked the sun, "True enough... and I gues it isn't like anyone will hold it against me here."

The woman took the offered hand-hoof in her own. She couldn't help but think to herself how she was getting used to all the animal faces...she wasn't even thinking about it anymore! Finally, she managed to sit up. "Hello Ian, My name's Bobby," the woman had kept hold of his hand-hoof and this time shook it in a friendly manner.

Letting go of Ian, Bobby turned and grabbed her pack of clothes and food. "I didn't mean to spook you... but, I brought comfort food! Maybe you'd like to share some while you accept my apologies?" The woman smiled, her white teeth flashing brightly against her dark face.

It was obvious that the outdoors was good on her attitude.

Ian smiled back relieved. She didn't seem shocked or revolted by his changes. "Comfort food sounds wonderful, do you like tomatoes?" Ian removed his pack from his shoulder and showed her the small stash of the bright red fruit inside. "What dost thou have?" Ian hadn't had any sweets in a long time and he didn't know whether he would be able to stomach them, though he would try since sweets were what comfort food usually was.

He sat down cross legged and made himself comfortable on the ground. "Like an old fashioned picnic!" He laughed and grinned showing his teeth a little.

Bobby reached into her pack and looked up at Ian with a mischief grin, "You don't know the half of it, hun!" When she brought out her hand, a black-and-red checkered blanket followed. The woman stood a little and moved on to it, then motioned for Ian to sit across from her.

"Tomatoes are great! I think they'll make a fine addition." The woman smiled and started to pull out her own feast. She had tried to make it given the options she had at the buffet, but Bobby was great for mixing food to make full meals.

"Let me see... ah yes!" Bobby grinned and pulled out a couple sandwiches; one was tuna and the other egg salad. Both had lettuce, tomato, and cucumbers. "I'm not sure if you'd appreciate the sandwiches, but I did bring a couple."

With her next offering, she brought out a salad. It was made with crisp lettuce leaves and spinach. It had a variety of toppings, like carrots, tomatoes, cucumbers, peas, and little pecan nuts: the dressing was in a separate container. "I brought this, and also a couple desserts.... and of course fruit!" Bobby winked, for she never went anywhere without an apple, orange, or pear.

She took out the last of them, ending with a large bottle of water.

Ian almost laughed like a child being told he could have extra desert when he saw the food that Bobby had brought.

He moved onto the blanket across from the woman. After taking a peek at the sandwiches and considering about the egg salad one, he looked at the couple of apples that she had brought. His mouth watered, he hadn't had an apple since he had been in the cafeteria last. He reached for an apple and added his tomatoes to the assortment of food.

Hesitant about bringing up such a delicate subject as what he wanted to say, he stared at the apple for a moment before speaking. "So what brought thee here?"

Bobby misunderstood the question. Grabbing the tuna sandwich, she nibbled at it while she shrugged. "Well, I have been fairly secluded in my duplex lately, and figured I'd take a couple days or so and travel more around the Island. I'm afraid I've only been around the bar, the cafeteria, and the duplexes... with a little detour to the Town Hall."

After taking a fairly large bite, the woman chewed and swallowed before questioning Ian, "Why are you here? Sitting at a cliff edge is fairly dangerous, don't you think?"

So she had misunderstood the question. But Ian would not pressure her farther. "I currently 'live' up her." He pointed to the trampled grass by the tree with the photograph, antlers and quarterstaff. "I was sitting on the edge because it is very relaxing to sit and think there while looking and hearing the ocean."

Ian didn't realize, but the more he talked to this woman the more normal his speech was becoming. He took a large bite from his apple, crunching loudly as he ate it core and all, licking his fingers afterwards.

He rested his hands on his knees and smiled with his ears listening seemingly beyond the conversation - to the ocean far below them.

"Can y-thou swim?" He had unconsciously stopped himself from using the word "you" but it meant he would eventually. And he wasn't talking about the island anymore, it was better to have a more casual happy conversation.

Bobby laughed at the question, also finishing off her sandwich. Well, there were worse things that living in the forest for awhile.... like turning into an animal...on an island you could leave...that tore you away from everyone you held dear.... she mentally shook herself. No! She wasn't going to think about that right now... she had company. "Yes, I swim, it was-" Bobby cut herself short, almost saying it was mandatory to be on the force.

"And you, Ian?" The woman asked, offering him another apple, "Do you swim?" Meanwhile, Bobby caught sight of Ian's living space, especially the quarterstaff; although, she kept her attention on the deer-man in front of her.

Ian heard her stop short but he wouldn't press her. "No, I don't swim. I was always reading as a child, not one for physical activity. But one day, I am going to swim here." And hope I don't drown, he added silently.

"She calls to me, and I hear." He was distracted, he didn't realize that what he had said didn't make much sense. He meant the ocean was calling, but the word 'she' could mean anything. For all Bobby knew, he was hearing someone else on the island calling for him.

He looked back at the food, unaware of that last sentence he had spoken. He reached for the egg sandwich. He was still partially human, and he would eat it, surely he wasn't deer enough for it to hurt him.

Bobby smiled, "Maybe I could teach you to swim, then? I did end up teach all of my children, even though Dicky was a little... difficult." She laughed and shook her head at the memory. "Although...there is nothing wrong with reading. I wish I had stayed in school, even though I hated it, but duties called!" The woman winked.

She was devouring her pear when Ian spoke the strange phrase. Even though she had no idea what he meant, Bobby shrugged it off...she wasn't one to pry unless she needed to.

Nodding to the quarterstaff, with pear juice running down her chin, Bobby asked, "So, do you know how to use that?"

So Bobby had children. Ian felt a pang of regret that she would never see them again and his ears drooped a little. "I would love to learn to swim, but not today, the ocean calls, but she is not ready, not today. Or perhaps it is I that is not ready." Ian was speaking in circles, barely making any sense, when he heard her mention reading. "I dropped out of school when I was 16. I couldn't tolerate the bullying.

His eyes also went to the quarterstaff and he shrugged. "I can use it against people if I have to though I would rather not. Quarterstaffs can be just as lethal as swords and guns. I don't know how it would fare against wild predators, but in that case I have the antlers.

"They used to be on my head, but they fell off. Personally I think it would be easier to defend myself with them on my head, but I have to make do however I can." He took a bit of his sandwich, almost grimacing as he wasn't used to the taste of eggs. He swallowed though and grinned. "delicious!"

Bobby couldn't help but giggle a little from Ian's speaking, he sounded like a philosopher! To hear about the bullying, the woman sighed and nodded sadly, "Bullying is a problem. Children can be so cruel... but then again, so can adults." She added it as an afterthought, letting her thinking about the Island situation enter her words.

With a smile, Bobby listened to Ian talking about his quarterstaff, and defending himself. She personally hated all weapons, preferring instead to use her own fists and feet. "I have to admit, the antlers would be much more convenient on your head, about they can work just as well strapped on your wrists or something. Of course, the method of attack would change..."

"I'm, glad you like it! I am afraid the selection at the cafeteria was a limited, so I didn't have much to work with."

"We survive, all of us. The bullies and the bullied. I don't mind anymore, it is all in the past." He nodded like a wise elder and grinned to spoil the effect.

"When you have been eating leaves for months, anything can be delicious." Ian too hated weapons, but he liked to collect them, he would never use them to hurt someone though he knew how.

Bobby nodded solemnly, as if she was the pupil to a wise elder. When Ian smiled, she narrowed his eyes as if he should behave in Church. But, she too could not hold the gaze and ended up grinning as well.

At the deer's next common, though, Bobby frowned. Her voice said she was joking, though, as well as the sparkle in her dark eyes. "So, what? Are you saying my cooking is bad or something? I have you know that I was a stay-at-home mom! All I did most says was clean and cook, and I prided myself in being a good cook, thank you very much!"

Ian laughed, taking another bite of his sandwichenjoying the flavor of the egg with his human side, while enjoying the vegetables with his deer half.

"I think leaves are delicious too. . .It is a side effect of becoming a deer." Then his mouth snapped shut, but he couldn't take the words back. He didn't want to ruin the enjoyable meal by bringing up changing. He glanced at Bobby, hoping that she could ignore what he had just said.

Bobby chose to not mention the deer-comment... the day was too nice to reflect on the unfortunes of becoming animals, although she didn't know what animal she was turning into -nor did she care to know. The vegetables, though... a topic she rather enjoyed.

Sitting back with a smile and orange in hand, Bobby peeled the fruit. "Ahh vegetables.... they are good and good for you! I always made sure my children ate their fruits and vegetables. Whenever the tried to make an excuse for not eating them, well... I would fix that problem. A common one was, say..." she held up the partially-peeled orange, "take this orange for example. They would complain that it took too long to peel and the seeds were too bothersome. So, I would peel them in the morning, and purposely bought seedless oranges." Bobby winked, "Made everyone happy!"

Ian laughed. "Growing up at my house no one ever ate their vegetables. The meat was always so much tastier." He shuddered a bit."I can't imagine eating meat anymore. But my childhood involved lots of meat and no green." He finished his sandwich and licked the egg that had dripped from his fingers - no point in letting any go to waste, though Bobby might not approve of his manners.

"Good sandwich," he said. "I hadn't realized that one could cook with what was found in the cafeteria." But he refrained from grabbing more to eat. He knew he would just regurgitateand have to rechew it all, and he didn't want to do that in frontof the kind motherly woman.

Bobby didn't even take notice of Ian cleaning up after himself. He had better manners that her children, no less... and much better than the men and women who were put in the cells overnight. "Tsk tsk. One must always have the greens! Humans were not made to live entirely off meat!" She didn't even notice that she had mentioned the phrase humans. The way she talked, it was as if she still saw Ian as a human, and not his deer attributes.

"Alas, I cannot fully cook in the cafeteria," Bobby sighed. "What I do is combine what is there as best I can to make something new. I don't actually have the chance to stand at the stove and make food, but maybe I can try that... see if I need to get special permission or something." The woman chuckled a little at the thought of her cooking at the stove with all the people she met sittting at the tables and pounding their forks/hooves/paws. The thought reminded her of home and made her smile.

Ian was fully in support of her using a stove to cook. If her actualy cooking was better than her delicious throwings together then he would move back to the village and his duplex just so he could eat what she made. He voiced that aloud and grinned. Yes, her cooking was absolutely delicious.

And she didn't seem to care that he was a deer. That made him immensly happy, and he felt almost normal. "We should ask the doctors about you cooking." He had used the word we unconsciously, but he meant it. He would help her ask if he had to.

Bobby blushed at Ian's comment about her cooking, although with her dark skin, it wasn't easy to see. Secretly, though, the woman was honored and took pride in her cooking. "I am glad you liked it."

With a whole-ful laugh, Bobby nodded, wiping tears from her eyes, "Yes, we should go ask the doctors... how do you think they'd take it? Do you think they would be afraid I'd poison them or something?" The woman could see it now, with her cooking at the stove as who-knows-what, with three bodyguards to make sure she didn't put anything bad in the food...or combine anything to cause the same effect. And if she did... they'd drag her away like a child with a tantrum!

Ian thought for a moment. "Not if they thought that you wouldn't make everyone eat it. Besides, why would you be trying to poison yourself? Thou wouldst be eating it too." Ian did laugh at the mental image her comments had produced though.

A home cooked meal would be great, not that the normal cafeteria spaghetti wasn't good. It was just. . .too fancy for Ian all the time. "Talk to them, I'm sure they'd be understanding." After all, they did supply things like clothing and such.

Bobby shrugged, "I wouldn't want to poison anyone, but they don't know that," she winked.

Pondering it, Bobby could only agree, they did provide almost anything you wanted, "I'll ask, I promised Ambrose some Chinese food, already!"

Getting up, the woman brushed herself off. She walked to Ian's quarterstaff, grabbed it, and then stood nearby him. Her eyes sparkled and she was wearing a big grin. "I've been eyeing this almost the whole time, would you mind a workout? I understand that it will be a little different for me, but I've kick-boxed with oponents who had a quarterstaff before."

Ian eyed his staff warily. What if he hurt her while they were sparring? But looking Bobby up and down he decided that she looked sturdy enough. "I'll spar." he responded getting up and moving over to grasp his staff with a hand. "remember that this was your idea. I won't go easy on youjust because you are a woman. In the real world gender doesn't matter, both can be just as lethal."

He held his quarterstaff in one hand to his side and got into a beginning stance, quarterstaff held at his side in his left hand and somewhat crouched over with his right foot and right hand out in front.

Bobby laughed, Oh what a gentleman! Usually, they don't warn you that they won't go easy on you. "Trust me, Ian, I wouldn't have it eny other way. Besides, it's better if neither hold back."

Sitting down, the woman took off her sandals. She took out her extra bandages and wrapped her feet; it wasn't so ideal considering the environment, but better than the sandals. Her hands were already wrapped, so Bobby wasn't concerned about them.

Getting back up, Bobby took her spot facing Ian and curtisied in her tank top. She took up her stance with a look of focus and concentration on her face.

Ian inclined his head briefly to her than paused before deciding that a first strike was often the deciding factor in the victor of a battle.It also allowed him to be able to guage Bobby'sstrength - unless she was one of those that held back at first to fool the opponent.

He charged, still holding the staff in one hand. He hogged towards her then quickly feinted towards her left knee while adding his right hand to the staff to swing towards her shin.

Bobby watched the charge, no harm in letting him do a little extra work. Of course, he was a deer and most likely have more stamina than herself -no matter how much conditioning she did, even though she had been slacking lately.

The woman jumped a step. She kicked out her left foot to try and divert the staff to the side. At the same time she tried to punch at it from underneath. Her ideal impression was to push the staff out and up, but maintaining her balance so she could jump back further to avoid being hit in the face.

Startled by whatever Bobby was attempting to do, Ian diverted his attack and instead leapt back and contemplated his chancesand opportunities. What was Bobby doing, she seemed reckless and unpredictable. He held his staff in both hands and watched her through slitted eyes

He waited for her to move this time, when she attacked he would block and counterattack.

Bobby withdrew when Ian stepped back. She regained her balance and kicked with her right foot this time, at Ian's waste-level. Her hands were draw into her body for balance but were also ready for when she would need them again.

Great, her foot was propelling towards his waist. He swung out his quarterstaff and blocked. Then yelled as a snapping sound rent the air. The quarterstaff snapped, coming apart into two pieces in his hands. As Bobbys foot, still being propelled forward, made contact with his midriff, he grunted, falling onto his butt in the grass, completely devoid of breath. He sat there staring at her for a moment before laughing. "Your good," he panted, trying to catch his breath. "That was fun." He looked at the piecesof his staff, perhaps he could ask the staff for a new one. Jungle wood just wasn't very sturdy.

Most of Bobby's force went into breaking the staff, but there was still enough to have Ian land on his bum. A piece of the torn wood had dug through the bandaging and given her a slight cut, although nothing serious. It just stung.

But Bobby was more concerned about Ian. Immediately, she was on the ground and kneeling next to Ian, trying to convince herself that he was alright. If she hurt him, she would never be able to forgive herself.... but now she also broke his quarterstaff.

The woman let out a sigh of relief when Ian started laughing. "If I had know I would break your staff, I never would have suggested...." Bobby frowned at her handywork. She had gotten sloppy. The woman was glad he had fun -although they each only got one attack in- but she felt too guilty for breaking his staff to admit she had fun too.

He was still laughing, "its alright really. It was only made from wood I found in the jungle."

He had his breath back now and stood up. "It was the first time I have ever gone up against an actual opponent with a staff. No need to feel bad." He looked at his tree and 'bed' "I think I'll go back to my duplex. I don't belong in the wild. Not after good food like that." He inclined his head and grinned. "It was nice meeting you, I haven't had so much fun in awhile."

Bobby couldn't help but smile, well, maybe she'd see him around more if he wasn't a recluse in the wild. But she hoped she hadn't changed his mind on something he would later regret.

"Well, then, I did have fun, too!" Bobby giggled. As he walked away to gather his things, the woman stood, "I'll clean up here and go back as well, no need to wait up. I was planning to stay out all day, but after all that excitement...." The woman shook her head with a smile.

After gathering everything and putting it away, the woman unwrapped her left foot from the slightly dirty bandages. She left the right as it was, so the cut would stay protected. Slipping her feet back in her sandals, Bobby picked up her sack. She saw Ian had left some tomatoes and took a few. They really were good tomatoes.

Billy had left his meeting with Awen feeling twitchy and irritable. He didn't feel like going back to the villiage just yet, veering off on the paths to head into the jungle. The shade and moisture in the air kept down by the tall trees felt better than the more direct sun on the beach, especially after his refreshing soak, no matter how short it had been. His tentacles now lay tucked in his shirt once again. No need to keep them flailing about for everyone to stare at, right?

Bobby was getting used to her little day trips outdoors. She would wake up, go to the cafeteria and make some meals, and then go out. Today was no different, really. She had packed a large caesar salad, salmon sandwich, chips, cream for dessert, and -of course- a variety of fruit.

She was walking through the jungle, humming a jazzy tune, when she heard someone else crashing through the paths. Not thinking anything of it, Bobby stayed on her course... if the two of them met, well, she'd deal with that when it happened. Usually, she was alone on these little excursions of hers.

Bobby was getting used to her little day trips outdoors. She would wake up, go to the cafeteria and make some meals, and then go out. Today was no different, really. She had packed a large caesar salad, salmon sandwich, chips, cream for dessert, and -of course- a variety of fruit.

She was walking through the jungle, humming a jazzy tune, when she heard someone else crashing through the paths. Not thinking anything of it, Bobby stayed on her course... if the two of them met, well, she'd deal with that when it happened. Usually, she was alone on these little excursions of hers.

Billy was so lost in his thoughts, still not used to so many limbs, even if they were held still and had to concentrate on his footsteps that he didn't hear Bobby approach at first. When the sounds of movement grew closer, though, he idly turned to glance over his shoulder. He really didn't feel like meeting anyone just then.

It must have been the echoing in the trees that caused Billy to look over his shoulder, because just as he did, Bobby turned the path and the two were face-to-face. At first, the woman didn't see the man's face, but when he did... her face contorted in a look out outright rage and hatred as she froze.

It was HIM! In that instant, the entire incident played in her mind. She remembered getting the call over the radio; the time when she and her partner, John, gave chase to the criminal; John shot, dying in her arms; getting buried and knocked unconscious on the boat; and ending up on this God-forsaken Island! He was the reason she was here, the reason she would never be able to even see her family again.

Bobby's lip curled in a snarl, "YOU!" It was too bad he was still too far away for her to reach him.

While Billy didn't get a chance to see who was behind him, the sudden cry of "you!" was enough to let his criminal instincts take hold. He turned on his shaky, still weak legs and ran, ran as fast as he could.

Bobby kicked herself for being so dumb! Of course if she called out he would run... he did last time. She was quick to react. The woman was off in a flash. Because of her recent outdoors-y time and excersing, Bobby was back in shape... not like she had really gotten out of shape.

Soon enough, Bobby was gaining on Billy, who was still a little tipsy from his transformation... but it wasn't quick enough. Bobby wanted him NOW. Reaching into her bag, the woman pulled out the first thing that her hand touched, which just so happened to be a tomato that Ian had given her a few days ago. It was perfect: round, red, and juicy.

Reluctantly, the woman threw the tomato at Billy. Her aim hadn't gotten any worse from her time on the island. The tomato connected with Billy with a very satisfying, squishy... *thud*

The blow of the fruit against the back of his head sent Billy tumbling to the underbrush with a cry of alarm, "Feckin' hell! Feck I've been hit!" His strange hand returned from the back of his head with syruppy clearish red goop. Who knew what his blood looked like now? "I'm bleedin'! I'm bleedin'!!" He cried in horror.

Bobby caught up to the fallen man. The underbrush hid most of his new features, so he looked the same to Bobby. Not like she would forget what he looked like... she had made sure to remember him no matter what.

Looking down at him, Bobby rolled her eyes, hands on her hips, "For crying out loud, you are not bleeding!" She glared down at him...if only looks could kill hurt.

"Y'hit me!! Why th'feck didja' have t'hit me fer?" He glared up at her from the ground, picking tomato skin and pulp out of his hair clumsily.

Bobby was almost taken aback. He didn't recognize her? Well, that makes sense, he was probably drugged up to high heaven that night! Not to mention, they chases him, not the other way around. "I didn't hit you, the tomato did! And what a waste of a perfectly good tomato, too..." the woman tsk-ed in the back of her throat.

"Why'd you run?" If he didn't know who she was, she wasn't about to tell him... yet at least. Revenge was sweeter when the person didn't know why you things were happening to them.

"Because someone was chasin!" He grunted, a tentacle sliding from the collar of his shirt to wipe his brow subconciously. When he noticed it, he blushed, stuffing it back in and away again.

Bobby's hatred never left her face. When she saw the tentacle, she couldn't help change her face for a quick moment. So.... he was changing already? Ignoring his comment, the woman reached over and stuck her hand down his shirt. She grabbed onto of the tentacles on the back-side, careful to avoid the suckers.

Pulling it out, Bobby put the offending limb in front of Billy's face, "What's this? Didn't think one limp noodle was enough?"

"Ach!" He flinched, trying to pull it back, the appendage wriggling in her grip, "Let go! Tha' aint yers!"

Bobby smirked, "Thank God it's not mine.... but you're right!" The woman flung the tentacle to him before letting go, "I have no idea where that thing had been!"

"Har har," He grunted, reaching a mutated, suckered hand to a tree to ease himself up. Since his transformation, he felt stiff all over. He'd get used to it in time, he figured, but for now it was all still new. "Y'seem t'be takin' it rather well, Seein' a man wit' tentacles woul' ha' made me jump only weeks ago."

Bobby reached out her hand, and pinned his tentacle to a tree. She leaned on it, pushing it more and more against the tree with her palm. With a toothy and malicious grin, the woman looked down at Billy as he struggled back to his feet, "Aww, this? Believe me... I've seen much worse!"

"Ah! Wha' th'feck is wrong wit' you??" He snarled, trying to pull free, shoving her sharply with a hand and another tentacle from under his shirt, "Tha' hurts!!"

She didn't even move when Billy pushed her away. Bobby smiled sweetly, though, in response. "Good! It's supposed to hurt! And what's wrong with me? I'm on this Island is what's wrong!" the woman growled.

"Well I'm here too, y'black b***h!" He yoweld in pain, the front of his shirt wrything as his other tentacles tried to find a way of escape from under the fabric. He wished he had gotten his knife back from Antony that morning, but had completely forgotten. "Wha' are y'goin' takin' it out on me?? I'm fecked too, y'know!! It aint my fault!"

"WRONG!" Bobby yelled in his face, changing her tactics to dig her nails into his tentacle. One of them pierced through and octopus blood seeped out. "It is ALL your fault that I am here! If you hadn't made a seen and shot my partner, I never would have had the obligation to follow you. I would be at home! With my husband and kids, eating popcorn while watching movies!"

Throughout her speech, another one of her nails pierced the tentacles. It was until some of the blood gathered and tickled at her wrist that Bobby finally let go and dropped her hand. The blood reversed its course and dripped from her fingers instead.

He gave a loud shout of pain, stumbling backwards to cradle the wounded tentacle in his arms, his face red as he glanced up, "I don' know wha' th'feck yer talkin' abou', Lady, bu' y'got some serious issues!" He made sure he was well out of way, fighting the subconcious urge to spit ink at her and swim away. Obviously he couldn't spit ink, and obviously he couldn't swim away in the jungle. It was the tentacles talking.

Pyroth was often one to take a venture in and out of the jungle, he had a secret desire to get to know the whole island intricately, after all, it wouldn't hurt to be able to go all-terrain if there was ever a chance of escape or evasion. However, on his walk through the dense underbrush, relying entirely on his sense of direction and nose for guidance, Pyroth heard quite a bit of yelling.

After a while, he couldn't ignore it and had subtly and "accidentally" drifted in the direction of the noise.

It was around now that he chose to step out of the undergrowth, finally getting a good look at the two. Hey! One of them was the guy with the drugs, the other, his drinking buddy from a few days ago. It took a moment or two for it to dawn on him that the two didn't seem on good terms.

"Uh...hey. I'm not...intruding on anything, am I?" he asked, averting his gaze with a playful smirk. He still hadn't noticed Billy's new appendages. "I mean, if you two want to be alone in the jungle..I understand."

Bobby flicked her hand up at Billy, some of his own blood hitting him in the face, "I am not the one with issues, Mister!"

Her next speech was cut short when she heard Pyroth. Her face, rage written all over it, was looking in his direction just for a moment. It went back to glaring at Billy, "No, Pyroth, you didn't interrupt anything... In fact, I think you are just in time.... This is the a*****e that I was talking about earlier!" She gave Billy's shin a sharp, but not too serious, kick.

Billy glanced back and forth between them, a look of frightened confusion on his face but gave a sharp cry of pain as he was kicked, his sore, thin-boned legs hurting even more and he stumbled towards Pyroth as though the coyote-man would protect him. "She jes' came out o' no where an' started beatin' on me!"

Pyroth finally got a handle on what was going on and stepped forward to put himself between the two, at least for the moment. "Really?" he said, quite sure that Billy was a sound character, not the nasty man that he had heard described to him "I was talking to him the other day, he doesn't seem that bad." he frowned slightly "He doesn't seem to be fighting back either, can't be that bad." He was odd like that, beleived in making his own judgements, besides, Billy had offered to share his stash with him, not just any person would be willing to share something so valuable. He tilted his head at Billy and added "Another thing that's odd is how a 'housewife' would even be concerned with him. Is there something I don't know here?"

He turned his attention to Billy and gave him a critical glance, puzzled as to why he would be getting the crap kicked out of him in the middle of the jungle. It was around then that he noticed his hands, the purplish tinge and suckers pretty obvious. He grinned, not maliciously and in a told-you-so tone stated "Bad week?" Nothing shocked him any more.

Bad week? "Y'go' no idea," He grunted. He half hid behind the Coyote, still cradeling his wounded tentacle. Hiding them was just not working at present. These folks didn't care anyway. He fumbled with his buttons, happy to at least have his pointer and thumb, still, even if the rest of his fingers had abandoned him.

"I don' got any clue wha' she's talkin' abou'," He grumbled. "I've only been t'the states once an' I don' recall killin' anyone. I think I'd remember a thing li' tha'." Shot at a few cops, but what did that have to do with a housewife?? She obviously had him confused! "Listen, lady, We're all shocked an' confused an' ROYALLY pissed off, bu' projectin' yer problems on me ain' gonna help ME feel any better, is it?"

Pyroth was not the one to be talking to about disregard for human life, he himself never did know the names of those he was set to involve in "orchastrated accident" only the number and address allocated to them. Sometimes killing was a way of life, it was a part of Pyroth that had blurred to a grey area. Someone could do something like that and still be a down to earth person, sometimes circumstances demanded a bit of harsh action. He wasn't sure how to articulate this thought though and merely frowned disapprovingly at Bobby, not blaming her for her actions but at the same time not agreeing, it would be hypocritical if he did.

"We aren't in New York any more, unless I'm missing something huge. Out here there aren't any guns and any grudges you start here will have to be held on for a very very long time. It's not worth it."

He gave Billy a brief sympathetic grin and added "Been there, bought the furry t-shirt." though admittedly, he felt a bit worse for Billy than he had himself, at least he had been becoming vaguely mammilian.

He shrugged at Bobby, at a loss what she was driving at, he had only just stumbled into the argument and was a bit out of his depth "Any possibility it could be just a misunderstanding?" he was tenative though, worried that Bobby's apparent anger might turn on him next.

Bobby ground her teeth. She got the impression Pyroth was hiding something. "No chance of misunderstanding.... non at all, sorry!"

Almost throwing her hands up in frustration, her anger was starting to spread to Pyroth as well, anyone to help her take it out on someone else. "You're right, we aren't in New York... and that is precisely the problem. At least there, I can deal with s**t! But you are slightly incorrect in your hypothesis... I guess you are missing something big. I would be here if it wasn't for that pack-o s**t cowering at your heels... so my whole reason for being here is around and very physical, I don't have to hold a grudge... I can work with revenge!"

Finally, Bobby turned her head back down to Billy, "What exactly did you do in the states? I don't care if you were there prior, I am talking about right before coming to this Island... which you ran to so gracefully. What were you running from, hugh? Can your feeble mind grasp what I am asking it to recall?"

Billy stared at the woman, his comical fear and running slowly draining from his face to be replaced by cold, dangerous skeptisism. How the hell could she know about that? "I was lookin' fer a job," He said flatly, his tentacles wrything about his chest and stomach, squeezing at his own wrists in his sudden surge of emotion.

Pyroth was actually finding himself becoming a bit peeved despite having nothing to do with the argument, on the island all grudges led to was tensions, fights and knockouts by the lab staff. They were turning into animals, they didn't have to start behaving like it! Perhaps that was why he was so touchy, conceding to anger was conceding to instinct and of late that was the last thing he wanted to do.

He glanced at Billy then back to Bobby "And? We are here aren't we? What can you do about it? Beat your frustrations out on a likely target? You hit him enough and all that will happen is that the labs will punish you, don't you know they are watching us all the bloody time? You abuse your freedom too much and they are apt to take it away from you." he narrowed his eyes, not so much at Bobby but at the invisible scientists who kept them in check.

"For example." he stated, his tone a teensy bit more dangerous "Were I to try and vent my frustrations on anyone who bothered me or who I saw fit to blame, I'd be dumped back out at sea or shot in the head, you see /they/ have guns. Expensive, highly accurate ones" he would know, a few of them had been aimed at him on his arrival.

"So feel free to take physical revenge, but don't blame me if it lands you in some worse s**t than you are already in."

He flicked an ear to listen to Billy's response to Bobby's question, not believing him one bit. No unemployed man would have that much drugs on him as he claimed to have had.

Bobby almost perked at the word 'guns'. If they had them, maybe she could use them? But no, Bobby despised the use of indirect weapons... she preferred her fists. Secretly, she debated if getting knocked out after punching Billy would be worth it... she came to the conclusion it would. It may not help the situation, but she'd definately feel better about it!

As for Billy... "What kind of answer is that!?" Bobby stared at her fallen victim. The day was turning into a rather shitty intterogation. "I didn't ask why you were there... I asked what you did. Like, specifics! Where did you go, who did you meet, what happened when you were where, if you got into any trouble? You're hiding something with that pathetic answer!"

That was when the details seemed to click in the druggy's battered mind. His eyes widened as he took a step back, one of his upper tentacles pointing suddenly, getting the message from his brain befor his arm did, "Ye aint no bloody housewife! Yer a damn cop!!"

It was amazing how a sentence like that could dive right into the darker guilty parts of your mind. Pyroth actually took a step back from Bobby, for whatever reason he wasn't sure, it was if by being a police officer, your aura of influence widened. In his line of work there had been an inherent distrust of police, they could stumble into a well-planned scene and become the spanner in the works. The corrupt ones were good though, could be paid to be off duty, or bribed.

Still, Bobby's attitude began to make sense, Pyroth hadn't been able to place her as the mild-mannered stay at home mother she claimed to be, but as a police woman it made a lot of very coherent sense, particularly based on the questions she had just rattled off at Billy.

He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head in the direction of Billy, smirking very slightly at the sight of his fast-thinking extra limb "Is he right? Because that would explain a lot."

Bobby scowled down at Billy. A vicious grin spread over her lips as he cracked the case. Okay, so now her cover was blown.... it was fun to be just a normal person for awhile, a feeling she hadn't had in over 10 years.

As the woman moved her smile to Pyroth, it took on a sweet appearance, "Well, yes and no.... I was both..."

She glared back down at Billy, and actually kneeled in front of him. Grabbing his already injured tentacle, she dug her nails in once again. Bobby growled, "You killed my partner and you alone are the reason I am here.... I will find a way to pay you back!"

Standing back up, Bobby threw Billy's limb back at himself. Without another word, she walked off... to attempt to save the beautiful day with a picnic.

You spend your night having strange, livid dreams. The dreams are only a precursor to the true nightmare though as you awaken and feel a tingling discomfort all over your body.

Your whole body feels like it's sort of quivering even as it starts gaining mass, and you start getting well, fatter. It feels the worst as it begins to strain your clothes, first your shirt which starts pulling up over your expanding stomach, and then your pants become the most uncomfortable aspect. As they begin straining at the seams you look at your rear end and realize... baby got back.

Even as more of your muscle turns to flab you attempt to clear your senses, by breathing deep... and what comes out is a small snort. As you reach up to touch your nose you notice that it is pushing up slightly but that is far from the end of it. Your gums start hurting like a bad toothache on each side as your lower canines legthen in your mouth, slowly growing up to become small tusks.

Even as your feeling your new features you feel that odd tingling haveing spread to them as yoe watch the nails of your fattened fingers grow thicker, darker, and harder. That isn't nearly the end of it though as you feel your ears burn as they legthen and change as well, growing longer and more pointed.

You feel more a discomfort and senseativity in spots all the way down your body and stomach. Even as you touch the flesh it grows to feel more and more familar. You see it lighten, even as it doesn't take long to figure out from the appearance and sensation of touching it that they are nipples, six extra if you count them.

As if all of this wasn't bad enough a bit of pain forces a sow like squeel out of you as your spine legthens into a short tail. As your tension clears you notice that your nose is more sensative than it used to be. You also realize that your hungry, the transformation and conversion having wiped out most of the nutriants in your system, and your new body craving more food than your used to eating. Your once high metabolism having nearly completely dropped to nothing.



((Though you may not be as large as the image at first, due to your reduce metabolism anything you eat just about it going to mostly convert into fat. It won't take Bobby long to look just like that. Of course it's going to be nearly impossible to not eat a lot, your new body is going to be insistant with you.))

FOOD! Food, that's all she needed. Bobby didn't care how or where she got it as long as she ate. Well, the cafeteria had the most food at hand. Would it be edible this early in the morning? She didn't care at this point.

By definition of the pig, Bobby was running....and it did not appreciate that, it made her even more hungry. She made it to the cafeteria and streaked right for the buffet. With her new pudgey fingers, Bobby grabbed everything and just stuffed it in her mouth. She couldn't recall chewing. Where she was going to pack it now; well, there were a lot of new options.

She wasn't a very quiet eater, either. Bobby made little scruffing, snorts, and grumbles while she ate, just trying to eat to appease the parasitic-like pig that was demanding sustenance.

Pyroth took a wander down to the cafeteria- if you could call his slightly hunched amble a saounter, merely seeking to get something small to eat, some meat slices or something, he only ate every three days and today was the day when he did. His stomach was all but growling when he walked into the cafeteria, the scents rich and tantalising to his nose.

However, he spotted someone alread over by the buffet, postiviely wolfing down the food. It took his head a few moment to realise who it was.

"Bobby?"

By the time Pyroth got there, there wasn't very much left at the buffet. Being a pig, she could eat anything, and did so. The coyoteman was a good distraction. While she was still hungry, the ravenous cravings were appeased... at least for now.

With a jerk, Bobby turned to the sound of his voice and literally shrank back as if she thought he would beat her. Some food still clung to her face and her slightly upturned nose.

"Pyroth...."

She didn't quite notice the changes, Bobby was too concerned with her own at the moment. Her eyes didn't leave his, she wanted to hide. The woman hadn't quite seen herself in a mirror yet, but she could only imagine what she looked like: grotesque, hideous, repulsive...

Pyroth had seen far too much on the island so far to see anything other than hassles in Bobby's current appearance. It was amazing how desensitised you became. He did note however that the loss of her figure might have come as a shock, that and her apparent craving for food. He looked sympathetic for a moment, still not sure what she was becoming.

He waved slightly. trying to sound reassuring "Hello there. See they finally got you, m'dear."

Why he felt like giving her a reassuring hug was beyond him.

Bobby couldn't quite understand the meaning in Pyroth's voice. Was he sympathizing or mocking her misfortunes? Absent-mindedly, she reached back and grabbed the last apple. In three bites it was entirely gone.

With someone of a pathetic gesture, the woman looked as if she would cry. Why did it have to be, of all things, something that made her so disgusting? She thought she could take it, but now....? "I guess they have...." Bobby murmured.

Looking back at the mostly empty buffet, Bobby searched through the distruction she had caused. Only crumbs and spots of sauce were left. Her face looked worse as it turned back to Pyroth, "I think I ate it all."

Pyroth couldn't help but feel a kinship with Bobby, seeing her like this just reminded him with force what it had been like to change that first time, and she had gotten it so much worse than him. He couldn't express this in his facial features properly any more though, subtleties such as eyebrows totally lost to him.

"Bah, everyone gets the munchies after a change, there is plenty more food where that came from anyway.." he waved this off with a paw.

She looked so distraught that he couldn't help but give in to his initial instinct and throw wide his arms (as far as he could) "You look as though you could be doing with a hug." It was uncharacteristically affectionate of Pyroth to even consider it, but here was his drinking buddy from before, and she was probably emotionally reeling.

He could be cruel, but not that cruel.

The kindness, which she was not expecting from anyone and second-of-least-of-all from Pyroth, was too much for her. Pyroth standing with his arms out-stretched, well... Bobby Reynolds finally snapped.

With a cry of utter despair, Bobby threw herself into Pyroth's arms. While she cried, her head buried in his fur, the woman realized how much shorter he seemed... in fact, he had changed again!

The realization just took full force and she cried harder. She cried for her dead partner, he husband who would never know how sorry she was, children who would never know how much she loved them, for everyone stuck on this island; and for the first time in her life, Bobby also cried for herself.

Pyroth merely let his muzzle rest on Bobby's shoulder, wishing quietly that he could join her in her tears, but he wasn't able to any more, a fact that he hadn't realised would be so devestating.

He patted her back quietly, only able to guess at the depths of her own sadness- surely much more than his, a man without many ties to the outside world- he had the most tenuous family links, Bobby had children.

It only served to further galvanise his dislike of this whole project.

After awhile, Bobby cried herself out. With a final sniff, she dislodged herself from Pyroth's comforting 'arms'. Feeling better, the woman offered the coyote a smiled, her lower canine-fangs glinting in the cafeteria light.

Her usual manner slowly came back to her. "I needed that... if you tell anyone that I did that.... well, I'll give you a lap-dance!"

"Anytime"

Pyroth nodded to Bobby but that solemn expression quickly turned to an eyebrow raise and a smirk.

"A lap dance!" he grinned wider "Ah but what if I don't /have/ a lap by that time?" his tone was light and airy as he went on. "Nah, just kidding, but seriously, who would I tell? I'm a little short in the friends and cohorts department on the island."

Bobby turned and showed Pyroth her butt. "With this... I cannot miss..." She joked, hiding the woman that was still crying inside. "And you are not short on friends.... and besides, I don't really want anyone knowing period.... not even acquaintances!"

The woman pointed a fat finger at the coyote in a threatening manner, as she tried to also look disapproving with an arched brow.

Pyroth's motto on the island was that if you didn't laugh, you'd cry, since he could no longer do the latter, he was dealing by doing the former.

"You got it." he smiled warmly. "Though I'd bet there'd be some guys out there who'd pay good money for an exotic dance that exotic." there was no harshness in his tone whatsoever, his tail even waving slightly in an outward expression of his aim to cheer Bobby up rather than bring her down.

Bobby laughed, a sure sign that she would be okay... of course, now that her stomach was controlled, the woman was exhausted. "I pity the fool who would want such a thing!"

She yawned, mid-way in her laughing. "Not to seem unappreciated, but I am just plain tired. The, ahh, change left me tired... although I didn't get much sleep anyways." Bobby turned to the door and walked on her way out, yawning once again. At the door she turned and gave the coyote a half-smile as she waved, "See you around, and I hope you find something to eat!"

Bobby went straight back to her duplex, stumbling much of the way.