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 Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 7:06 pm
More notes jotted down. Vasille? This seems like someone Matthews is very interested in. Cheating on Avery? Definitely useful! Marlena blinked up at Timothy with faux-innocent surprise. "Tried to eat you? Can you please explain that situation to me?"
Oh this was getting better every day. The phrase dog-eat-dog actually meant something here. Were instincts so powerful in these subjects that predator/prey relationships were being established as well?
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 7:22 pm
"Well I came up to her on the beach, and she started changing. Not uncommon, I mean my last time I changed I... nevermind." Timothy shuddered a bit. "But she started changing, then she looked.. hungry. She started chasing me and I lifted my tail and... well it distracted her anyway and I was able to get away. I haven't seen Joli since, I'm sure it was something to do with her change though. Is she alright?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 7:24 pm
Marlena shuffled her papers. "I'm not sure, I haven't interviewed anyone by that name yet." She looked up at him. "You can actually...you know...spray people? Like an actual skunk? That's kind of amazing." She smiled, trying to look like an intrigued innocent.
"If you don't mind me asking, does it, um, feel odd for you, to be intimately involved with someone who is evidently turning into a canine? I mean, dogs and skunks...they have a pretty antagonistic history don't they?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 7:37 pm
"I... can. It sort of... went off during my last change. I was laying on the ground so it was all over me for weeks. Do you have any idea just how much of that stuff I can make. I'm a skunk now, not exactly who you think of drawing crowds of fans." He smiled, or half smiled as it were.
Timothy continued. "As far as Avery, not really. I stress a lot about what might happen during my next change or if he ever does something frightening to me. I met him before he started going all puppy, honestly, I think it's kind of cute. I'm always on edge lately, but that's not just him."
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 7:40 pm
"Always on edge?" Marlena asked. What is causing you to be so uneasy? Just this place in general? Is there anything I can do or get for you that might make you more comfortable or your stay here more bearable?"
She continued to take her notes on her steno pad, carefully schooling her face into a mask of kindness and concern.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 7:53 pm
"Not that I know of, it's more out there than here anyway." Timothy shrugged. "It's silly, but I feel really safe when I burrow myself under blankets, sometimes with Avery sometimes not. I don't even sleep that well unless I do." he blushed a bit.
"I'm not complaining though, I could have had it worse. Atleast I have Avery, and... we have our fun, you know?" Timothy smiled at that thought.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 7:58 pm
Marlena smiled at the young man and nodded her head in understanding. She opened a desk drawer and took something out. It was a pill bottle. "I'm a counselor, but I'm also a biochemist Mr. Matthews. I read your file, and I thought this might be able to assist you a bit. These pills contain an extract that assists with muscle control. It's often used in physical therapy for patients coming out of comas who have to relearn muscle control, but perhaps it can help you control your...um...spraying? Just take one right before bed each night." She handed the bottle across to him.
"And the burrowing is interesting. If you'd like, I can see about requisitioning you something that might make you feel more comfortable for within your duplex, perhaps a tent inside of it will feel more natural to you? If you could do me a favor and take this journal as well, and just jot down any feelings or dreams or nightmares you have, so I can do my best to help you work through the changes?" she handed over the blank book as well.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 8:02 pm
"Alright... I live mostly with Avery though." Timothy took the pills and shrugged. He'd had control up to this point, he wasn't 100% he'd take them. Timothy figured he'd think about it.
Timothy took the journal, and nodded to Dr. Frost. "Thanks for the talk, it was nice to get some stuff off my chest." Timothy was a bit more comfortable now. "Is that all you needed?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 8:07 pm
Marlena smiled. She jotted down a few more notes Likes to talk about things bothering him, great resource!. "I'll see about getting a tent sent to Mr. Calder's duplex then. And yes, that's is all Mr. Matthews. The guards will escort you back to the village. It's been a pleasure meeting you, and if you have any need of someone to talk to, ask for me via the intercom and I'll be here." She gestured to the door.
Of course, the pills were the same as all the others, different in appearance, but meant to invoke nightmares.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 8:12 pm
"Alright, thanks." He smiled put his hands into his pockets and saunted off. "Thanks again Dr. Frost." he said as he was leaving. Timothy figured he'd head back to his duplex, maybe Avery was there.
Maybe they'd have a bit of fun tonight. Timothy mused over how much he enjoyed his nights with Avery. Of course, they didn't really compare in his mind to his nights with Vasile, and defintly not to Avery and Vasile.
He looked at the pill bottle, maybe he'd try them tonight, maybe.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 6:38 pm
Marlena skimmed over the notes in a file marked "William Woodrow" as she sat in the interview room. This would be an interesting one. Drug issues, arrests, addictions, temper. And according to the file, he was currently living in the...lake? After thorough consideration of this one's documents, Frost had dressed even more casually than in her past interviews. She wanted absolutely no signs of authority or a medical practitioner here. She wore a dark plum-hued blouse unbuttoned lower than would generally be considered proper in a professional environment. She also wore a tight black skirt and high heels with dark stockings. Her nails were polished, and her makeup was less conservative. She didn't want this one to back away from her for being "one of them" as he had seemed to have issues with police and others in the past. Best to look non-threatening, and less scientific than normal.
She set the file down and took out her notebook as she heard the sound of the guards approaching with her latest subject.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 6:48 pm
"GerrOFF ME! An' GIVE me me damn CRUTCHES!" William's voice could be heard outside of her door far befor the guards had reached it, and the odd octopus man was escorted inside, gripping his tentacles and arms tightly as they shoved him into a seat, leaning his crutches just out of reach against the wall. "Wha' th'feck is all this, then?" By the slurr to his voice and the lilt to his movements, it was evident he was still working on the bottle of vicodin. It was almost out, undoubtably. All the better for when the doctor delivered his... more energizing candy. He was indeed a mess, his grey blue cheaks scraggly with stubble, his goatee untamed and now practically a full blown beard. His greyed hair lay dank and slimy against his damp forehead, his eyes just barely focused on the woman sitting in front of him. "Who th'feck r'you?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 6:52 pm
Marlena waved the guards out, moving to close the door behind them. She affected her most stunned expression as she looked at Billy, wide-eyed for a long moment, leaning against the door. In truth, she was waiting to hear the guards move off to the designated distance, but it gave her the opportunity to act naieve.
"Forgive me, Mr. Woodrow. I hadn't expected...I'm sorry, I haven't interviewed more than a handful of the residents thus far and none of them were so far...advanced. I'll try not to take up too much of your time today. I'm still trying to cope with what I'm learning of my new job."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 7:03 pm
"Ah, so yer one o' them brain fecker's, eh?" He gave a short, pointed laugh, tentacles slithering along the chair to coil anxiously about his ankles and the arms where he could find a comfortable place to rest them, "Sorry I aint wearin' trousers, bu' they don' come in me size no more." His mouth twitched into a yellow toothed grin as a a skinny, tapered tentacle hand slipped between his webbing to produce his pack of cigarettes, sliding one out to clench between his teeth without so much as a glance for permission.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 7:09 pm
Marlena dipped a hand into a desk drawer and pulled out a lighter, sliding it across the desktop to the pseudo-octopi. "If you don't rat me out for letting you smoke in here, I wont rat you out for the smoking." She smiled faintly and sat down in her chair. "Brain ********? That's a new term to my ears. I'll have to add it to the list. I'm a counselor, and here to try and do a little work towards helping you the others through your transformations, and to be more comfortable in your environs in general. I wasn't quite...prepared for what that meant though. I thought all of you would be cancer patients or something of that nature. I had no idea..."
She rubbed the bridge of her nose, affecting a weariness. "I guess that must sound lame as hell. I'm not the one turning into an octopus." She glanced meaningfully up at one of the cameras in the room. "Not yet at least."
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