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Tristan clenched his jaw as the needle pierced his arm. It was more painful than he had expected.

"Can I ask how you know this information?" He didn't mean to come off as rude but it bothered him that this doctor knew things that he himself, did not. It didn't settle well with him and made him nervous. Did they look into the past history of everyone that worked with them? He'd never been in a movie before so had no idea how they worked. Would this mean that.. they'd know about his past career?

"I don't know anything about an aunt. It's not to say I don't believe you, but.. I'm sure I would have been told if a relative of mine worked on an island in a.. research facility as you called it? Then again, my father told me jack s**t about his side of the family. Do you have.. proof?" If it were true, it would be nice to find out about this mysterious relative.

"Also, what do I do now? Do I get straight to work, or can I rest for a bit? Is there a hotel in the area?", he asked while massaging his arm where the needle had pierced. He really needed a place to crash but he had no idea how long filming might have been going on and would go straight to work if they needed him. That and the fact that this doctor was starting to creep him out.

"Awesome, I look forward to seeing the costumes. Can't wait to see what I'll be. It's going to be one of those routines where you wake up at 4am to have the costume and makeup applied only to get done with it around noon and spend all day in the hot sun, isn't it? Nevermind, I'm all for it! The fact it's based on a true story is pretty cool, but makes me wonder just what my aunt was doing." Not that he believed anything about this so-called aunt. Without proof, he would remain skeptical, but he didn't need to be getting into fights on his first day. He needed this movie to boost his acting career.

The talk of the movie made him feel more at ease so he concentrated on that. He'll give the other comments more thought when he made it to his living quarters. "Thanks, dood," Tristan started, "I appreciate you helping me out. I'm going to beat Jacobson when I find him, then hire a new agent. Ha ha."

Well, that was just great. It seems they knew of his past anyway. Jacobson was really going to get a beating. He had specifically asked that his 'porn' career not be mentioned. But the few commercials that left over, really wouldn't have cut it, would it? At least they were giving him a chance despite knowing.

The guards were a little unnerving and they didn't speak at all. They didn't even look his way. They came off quite professional. Things were just off, weren't they? Or was he just being paranoid? This was his first movie afterall, how would he know how they handled things. He's heard how some producers and directors have wierd quirks. s**t, that's the one thing he forgot to ask. It would be nice if the people working behind this movie were famous. They had to be with the kind of budget they were given, right?

Tristan was escorted to his Duplex, which he noted was number seventy-one. Once in, he kicked the door shut behind him, dropped his bag on the floor and promptly searched for the bed. Within minutes, he was asleep, not even bothering to remove his shoes and socks.

After meeting Nita

Tristan entered his duplex and kicked the door shut with the back of his foot. Though he left the cafeteria full of confusion, pain and anger, it seemed to have escalated to just anger at the moment. Were there cameras in the room. Did they have microphones?

"Who the ******** are you sick sons of bitches?" he yelled. "Do you see me? Are you watching me right now, you sick ********?"

Tristan tossed a nearby table over and proceeded to throw anything that was within an arms length of him. "You red-headed b*****d. Why don't you come down and face me like a godamn man, you ******** freak."

After several more moments of throwing s**t around his room, the man slumped down against the wall, energy spent and head in his hands. "What's going to happen to me," he whispered.

Tristan raised his head at the voice from the door. Perhaps it was someone from the damn lab responding to his wild antics moments earlier. He pulled himself to his feet and stepped over random objects to make his way to the door. He had such a mess to clean up. Way to go, he thought to himself, make things harder on yourself.

He swung the door open and arched a brow. It definately wasn't anyone from the labs. She looked rather pissed off which was rather humorous given her current appearance. It didn't take long for Tristan to put two and two together and tell she was hungover. She looked.. normal otherwise. Completely normal, like him. Was she.. new too?

"Hello," he greeted. "You're not who I was expecting," he added honestly.

"Hungover eh? That explains the visit." Tristan opened his door far enough so the woman could see the state of his room. Then he stepped outside and shut the door behind him. "I'd invite you in but.. there's no place to sit," he half-joked.

"It didn't occur to me that someone might have been sleeping nearby. Doubt that knowledge would have changed matters any though. I was pretty pissed. Are you.." he started, trying to search his mind with a way to phrase his question, "New to all this too? This.. zoo?"

Tristan pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one up and offered his pack and lighter to the female. "Has someone.. told you what this island was about? I still don't want to believe it. Doubt you're an actress, eh?" No actress would be caught dead going out in public with her hair a mess and no makeup on. This girl was the real deal. Tristan was absolutely ********.

Tristan nodded and tucked his cigarettes into his back pocket. He couldn't help but notice the irony of her profession. Everyone here were turning into a bunch of animals. She'd be the resident nurse for sure.

"They told me it was vaccines. I thought I was coming here to be in a movie. I believed that crackpot doctor. Never thought a place like this.. that people could do this kind of stuff.." he shook his head, "It's just messed up."

He peered quickly at her leg when she had mentioned it and was curious about it but didn't want to inquire. He didn't know this woman, she wasn't in the best of moods and the last thing he wanted was to put some emotional female on the defense. He'd never understand women and their reactions.

Tristan did crack a smile at her drunk comment though. "I haven't tried that yet. I brought a bottle of vodka but usually to help me relax in the evening. I hope things like alcohol and cigarettes can be acquired easily here. Damn, I'd be lost without my cigarettes." He felt he earned his bad habit. He ate healthy foods and worked out and otherwise kept his body in the greatest of shape, avoiding a lot of temptations that could be harmful. Cigarettes were his one vice.

"I'm really sorry for waking you, miss. I'm Tristan Wylde," he finally introduced. He really had a bad habit of that lately. Perhaps he felt like who he was.. didn't matter much anymore.