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 Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:06 am
((rping Harold at 25%))
Harold blinked under the overbearing sun above and wondered what he was doing here. It didn't seem right somehow. Nothing did. His stomach hurt and his skin felt somewhat gritty. Like it had just seen the upside of a cheese grater. He sighed and continued to walk, his movements dull and slow since the 'mosquito' bite from last night. He had yet to look in a mirror and if he had....
...well he would have screamed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:12 am
Still applauding Nick, Tristan commented "Why havent I heard you do that before? You're too good to never let anyone else ever hear!"
Noticing that it was finally getting dark enough, Tristan went and dug through his bag untill he finally pulled out a serise of small jars filled with a clear liquid, mixing something into each of them. Sealing the jars once more, he shook them up and watched as they began to glow various eriely bright colours. Grinning he held up a couple jars in each hand, declaring "Glowsticks!" after which he tied a pair of creepy green ones to his vest.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:18 am
“I just play…in my room most of the time…”
He made himself busy by drinking the icy cold water he’d gotten out of the cooler, he hadn’t drank anything for quite some time and his throat a bit swore after playing. He caught the scent of something, he could quite tell what it was, but it wasn’t pleasant certainly.
“Do you-“ he trailed off, Tristan obviously didn’t share his acute cat sense of smell. He noticed the glow sticks Tristan had produced, again, he was better of just not know why or how he had them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:23 am
Jago's eyes lit up at the cool trick, as he crept closer, soon he was near the bag and starting to slide it away, ever so gently. Stealth was the key here
(heheh now I am cosplaying Jago on my Mule!!!! Have to run time to head to my rl gameign groups place, I will tyr to be on later)
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:31 am
*assuming it's my turn* < <
Harold's size had now grown to anime like porportions and he looked more ailien then human, even though his change was only 1/4 of the way complete. But, he didn't know that, not yet anyway. He hadn't noticed the dull skintone he now had or the fact that he could see more clearly (due to the fact that there was now eyes forming under his normal ones) and he definitely did not notice how long his fingers had become or the tail that was beginning to sprout from his backside.
Perhaps he was just in denial, perhaps he was just stupid.
"H...Hello...." he called out gruffily, seeing the others out on the beach, "Can...can someone help me....please?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:41 am
Turning to greet the newcomer, Tristan stoped dead in his tracks. Normally unpreturbed by the appearances of the other islanders, he was completely shocked for a moment by Harold's appearance. Quickly attempting to gather his wits around him once more, he uttered the first thing that came to mind and pointed "Uber-Ghoul!"
Blinking a few more times he realized that he was actually looking at another islander.....and obviously someone who had landed with a particularily horrible transformation.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:48 am
“Uber-Ghoul?” he stared at Tristan eyebrows raised in the awkward silence that followed. Resisting the urge to laugh he turned to the unfamiliar face, and waved.
“Hi there” as he finished his voice trailed off into a soft purr. “I’m guessing you didn’t know this was supposed to be a party” he continued in the most freindly voice he could manage.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:54 am
Jago pulled the bag away from the group inch by inch...hehehe it was almost his.
(now I am out)
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:59 am
He tried to blink, but he couldn't....he didn't need his glasses but now...this? He tried blinking again, but just couldn't. A long unatural looking finger went up to feel his face and then...he screamed.
"Oh god help me!" he shouted, falling to his knees, though he looked more like a giant alien in crouch mode.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 11:14 am
seeing harold freak out, Tristan had no clue as to what to do. Trying to not stare, he stole a glance back at his bag only to see someone inching it away. Snapping to a extremely serious frame of mind he shouted "Hey! dont touch that! its dangerous!" and ran over, snatching the bag back. "If you want to see whats in it you're going to have to bloody wait!" he snapped as he turned back to go over to Harold
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 11:22 am
Nicholas snickering slight now, partly because Harold reaction to his change was much like his own, and Tristan sudden lose of his cool. He leaned over towards Tristan.
“You should tell him…”
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 11:28 am
((rping with this account now cause I'm lazy))
"Tell me what?" He asked, his large eyes growing larger and the smaller ones underneath doing the same, as he talked he noted that he had a new lisp. And what's worse was that his tongue had grown a bit longer. He could have cried right then and there, but because he was so wrapped up in having a least a little bit of dignity left, he didn't.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 11:39 am
Anoyed that someone had been trying to swipe his bag...still full of explosives to boot, he did his best to hide his vexation. It wouldnt do to worry this new fellow any further than he already was. "Its a bit complicated, but I'll see if I can explain it properly"
Tristan began to tell of all of the things he had heard about the island and the terrible portents they had for those involved, though in many parts he had to resist the urge to embellish the story, he was a storyteller afterall. He finally finished with the statement "The short of it all this is that we're all going to be turned into animals and there's not a bloody damned thing we can do about it. So, dont worry about it, just sit back and enjoy yourself"
Having finished his speach, he moved off to set up some fireworks so that he could relax a bit and get back into a party mood.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 11:56 am
He sulked , and stared down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with Harold. He didn’t want to see the presumably horrid look on his face.
“it might not be so bad, you know” gesturing to his tail and forced himself to smile. “I’m okay with it” though he did omit a few other facts.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 12:02 pm
"No..no...this....not right...this isn't right..." he cried out, his long fingers inching around his new bone and face structure. After that he himself inched backwards and tore away from them both, feet pounding agast the sand as fast as they will take him.
((thanks for the rp, taking him out so I can color and not get lost in the main thread XD))
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