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 Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 2:33 pm
[Jasmine 75% Flamingo]
Jasmine 's long legs carried her slowly into the cafeteria, she noticed a small group inside. Her mind violently urged her to run back out, but she knew that with her vibrant color, running out would cause a commotion. "Geez, I'm glad I'm at least a little more talkative then when I came here..." She thought, her odd, thin legs now stumbling across the room.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:00 pm
Ryan turned to Alan, "Furries are a group that formed because of the internet, and it's people who like to dress up like animals, I think. He's thinks you're in a costume."
"Hey, it took me a little bit to accept it too. I can really blame then for not believing us." He said in response to Alan's statement.
"Furries didn't tranq you, though I suppose some of the people in the labs could be furries. You're here because you're the newest subject."
Ryan turned to the new animal coming into the room. A Flamingo from the looks of it. He waved to her. "Well", he said to the two newbies, "A little more truth just walked in the door."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:21 pm
Nicky quirks a brow at Alan before muttering and shaking his head. He gives a start though as in walks another travisty of nature. Christ...and there's the rest of the proof. Quickly he snaps his fingers and points to the flamingo lady.
"You, who were you before this?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:34 pm
"A costume?" Alan asked incrediously to the fedora-kid. "You think that this is a costume?" He lifted up his leg, impossibly twisted in a way that no costume could have fit a foot, and offered it to the two normies. "Feel it, I dare you." As an afterthought, he added, "...and I'm not some strange internet deviant."
As he lifted his foot, another subject that he didn't recognized strolled in the door. Long legs, pink feathers...just like those lawn flamingoes.
Finally, Alan thought, some backup.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:43 pm
As she was brought into attention, Jasmine's mind was now screaming at her to GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE, but she pushed the thought back as one of them asked her a question. "I... I'm Jasmine Peterson of Barlow...?" She seemed to question with the one that had asked her the question.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:47 pm
Peter turned to see a walking lawn ornament with more dimension. The jigsaw puzzle was forming itself before his eyes, much to his dismay. The headache was still pounding him, and between everything, he grabbed the sides of his head and pressed heard, half groaning, half growling from anger. "This seems like the crash course on the five stages of a fatal illness. OK, there's no denying there's pretty good evidence here..." He turned to Nicki. "Wack me when I hit the bargainning stage." A sudden heavy spasm of his headache assaulted him, and it was all he could do to grip his head quickly and moan.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 8:05 pm
Ryan was immeadiately set on the defensive by Nicky's attitude. "Woah, do be so rude; you're gonna have to spend the rest of your life on this island with her." Yeah, that'll calm him down...
Peter's groan caught his attention. "Hey, Mr. fashion-sense, are you okay?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 8:18 pm
NICKY:
"Jasmine Peterson...once human, I ******** s**t...what did I get myself into..." Nicky mutters to himself, holding his head in his hands. After a moment he glances up at Alan first, and then Peter. He seems about to say something before sighing.
He blinks a few times at Ryan's statement. "...what? Rest of my life...heh, some kinda witness protection program..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 8:38 pm
Valleck looked up, seemingly bit lightheaded "Wuh?, Fashio- oh Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine. The poacher-people sure know where to get their ammo. I have no idea where they got that bullet. My neck must be..." he reached up to feel the right hand side of the back of his neck, expecting swelling where he had yanked it out. Feeling, he felt.. almost nothing! "This is almost completely healed! Nothing could heal it that fast... what's the date to-" another headache spasm. Peter continued in a calmer tone. "Y'know, black in this heat sure wasn't a good option. I'm probably dehydrated, too..." he went back to messaging his scalp.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 8:51 pm
Jasmine looked at the four in confusion. "I guess you guys are just getting the news..." She said, her eyes glancing from one person to the other. She sighed as she heard Ryans words. "Heh, don't remind me, a lot of the people here are just asses..." She halfly muttered, not noticing what animal Alan was. Seeing Valleck's pain, she turned her head to him, half-expecting a change.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 9:27 pm
"Yes, the rest of your life." Alan said coolly, calming down a bit now that he saw the young rude man's defenses falter slightly. "It doesn't matter if you believe us or not, you'll both realize soon enough." He became satisfied with himself, waiting to see the rude young man get what was coming to him and break down.
Alan glanced over at the other young man with the fedora, only to stop in his tracks. The other ones might not realize it, but the flamingo and himself recognized the symptoms...that young man might have all the proof he needs in one second. God damn, he wasn't sure if he was able to handle watching one..just the thought made him sweat.
"How long have you been here?" Alan asked desperately, looking at the flamingo-girl for help. "Do you know? Tell me, damn it!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 9:40 pm
Peter startled himself out of his pain. "I woke up, what, a half hour ago? My neck says more, though, before I'd passed out it was dripping blood from the tranq bullet... It's barely a scab now. Why, do I get my one-week anniversary surgery or something?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 9:50 pm
Ryan breathed a sigh of relief; the guy wasn't going to change yet. Unless he'd been out for more than two weeks, he wasn't going to change anytime soon. Athough Ryan hadn't seen anyone change, or he himself for that matter, all of the stories he'd heard made it sound horrific.
"We were worried you were going to change. And no, it's not surgery, that's just changing your physical appearence. This is genetic; you're not you anymore.
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