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 Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 10:58 pm
He jumped with a squeak, the bug's legs hanging from his mouth as the frog instinctively moved to flee frmo the preditor. He tripped over a root, though, throwing his froggish leap to land him flat on his face in the underbrush.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 11:01 pm
"Somehow that reaction doesn't shock me" Joliette says, if she could sigh she would, but that proved impossible these days. She moves out of hte underbrush and onto the path once more looking at hte fallen frogman "If I offer you a hand up you going to accept? I'm not going to hurt you" truth be told she was plenty in control having a full stomach from her two meals. She didnt care she was short if she stood up best she could, she still intended to offer
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 11:14 pm
"Pluh-pluh-please d-don't eat me!" Newt shreiked, scrambling to back up against a tree. In his own crouch he was equally small, his enormous eyes wide with fresh terror. He had been doing so well,t oo. But the skiddish carpender frog knew a preditor when it saw one.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 11:21 pm
"I wouldn't eat a frog, even if I was hungry, not enough red meat..." Joliette sat on the path akwardly and watched him for a time "perhaps meeting a new islander wasn't such a great idea, sorry..." she looked at hte path, a tear rolling down her cheek "Bloody red haired git" she added in french to herself. It was times like this that reminded her just how much of a monster she was being turned into
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 11:25 pm
He swallowed, noting the familiar accent, "Ah... y-yuh-you're... bruh-british too?" While he had previously been so prone to show off the Feral Labs badge on his jumper, his webbed hand rose to cover it up. Just stay calm. She saids hew ouldn't eat you. Hopefully she was honest. Newt didn't know french personally, or he would have defended the doctor in his own lame little way.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 11:28 pm
"Was raised there, from when I was very little to right before I came here... Mama and Papa still do live there... I was a journalist there... before I got tricked and got stuck here" she didn't look up at him, she didn't even move from where she sat, a scaley hand brushing the few tears that had escaped from her eyes
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 11:33 pm
He swallowed, creeping towards her meekly at the sight of the tears. Hesitantly, he tried to keep the pleasent conversation going, "I... I...ah... I w-was fruh-from... from Wales... b-befor I g-got a job here... ah... y-years ago... um. And... ah. Wuh-well... um." Unfortunatly, Newt was a terrible conversationalist.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 11:44 pm
"A job, well thats not a new one to get tricked here for, I wonder when tehre will be some originality in the git's stories" she lifts her head and looks very briefly towards the village and then at the frogman her tongue flickering of it's own accord in the process... "I'm Joliette Rigiel... you can just call me Joli though, everyone does"
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 12:04 am
"It's... cer-cer-cer-certanly nice to m-m-muh.... to muh... to meet you, J-juh... ah... M-miss," He cleared his throat, trying to keep himself polite, "I... ah... wuh-wasn't... r-really... ah... truh-tricked here, th-though. I've... b-been working here f-for y-years. It was only... ah... a c-couple m-months ago th-that I-" His throat suddenly expanded in an embarassed sounding croak.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 12:09 am
Joliette peered at him "you what? did you mess up like Lily and break something?" now her curiousity was perked quite a bit, it was the journalist in her that did that ... especially since he wasn't hiding hte fact he had worked for Feral unlike Lily had
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 12:12 am
He lowered his hand from the badge, no real point in hiding it now. At least she didn't find this offensive. "I... I sup-sup-suppose I m-must have d-done something... I... I am- w-was... er... s-sort of st-still am a cus... a c-c-c-cuh... Cus-custodian...."
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 12:16 am
"They don't seem to do things to those who do their jobs, unless you are just unlucky" she pauses a time "or are stupid enough to fall for their lies like me... You still work for them? even after.." she motioned his person, his changes and a fly nearby
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 12:17 am
His eyes had already spotted the fly, his hands fidgeting in front of him as he fought the urge to persue it. "I... I... w-well... I m-mean... it's... it's... a st-stable j-job and... it's... wh-what I'm guh-guh-good at... all I'm guh-guh-good at... I m-mean... um... "
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 12:20 am
"Sounds like it...what I'm good at I'm losing hte ability to do, and thats my photography... it's not easy to do anymore" she watched him fidget "I don't fight the desire to eat anymore, it helps me keep in control of who I am... hunger makes me lose control... least so far"
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 10:22 am
"I... I'm s-sure you c-could... figure out a w-wuh-way... ah... how c-can you n-not d-do it? Th-the claws?" He offered meakly. Finally, after her prompting, he couldn't hold it back, his tongue snatching up the fly in a quick, embarassed fashion.
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