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 Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 1:32 pm
"I need to get back to work really," he said absently, forgetting for a moment of what had happened the last time he was working.
When he DID remember, he kind of clammed up, hoping it was only a slip of the tongue and that Marshall wouldn't take exception to it. Instead, he quickly changed the topic.
"Worms? Poor bugger. Isn't he the guy from the bonfire party thing a while back?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 2:16 pm
"Huh? Ummm...Y'know, I was so stinkin' drunk I can't honestly say I remember much from that party. Other than the giant cat doing Little Tea Pot." Marshall said with a slight chuckle as he finished off his muffin. Damn did that hit the spot!
"I actually don't even know how I got home! Pretty stupid, huh?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 2:51 pm
"Heh, been there, done that, bought the t-shirt and made the video," he sighed heavily in reply.
Oz knew only too well what it was like to have no recollection of an evening.
"I'm surprised I resisted the bottle m'self."
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 3:11 pm
"Yeah? You like to drink or some thing?" Marshall asked, crumpling up the brown paper that was originally on the muffin. "I'm apparently a featherweight when it comes to drinking...In fact...I don't remember how I got home both times I've been drunk." Marshall murmured, tapping his chin with his flipper.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 3:20 pm
Ah, this was probably the first real meeting with Marshall since the midnight movie marathon. He couldn't recall if he'd explained his reason for being on this island then. But it wouldn't hurt to say it again.
"Oh yeah. A big drink problem," he said with a little shame. "Although a detox program wouldn't matter here."
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 3:29 pm
"Oh...Um, sorry..." Marshall said awkwardly. What else was there to say? A lot of people probably did stuff that they weren't proud of before they came to the island.
"Well...Y'know...If there is a perk to any of this...Its um...Its kind of a second chance. Y'know?" Marshall said in a small voice, pushing the small piece of crumpled paper around the table.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 3:40 pm
"Nothing for you to be sorry about. I'm the one who pissed my life away, literally," he said with a bitter-sweet laugh.
Oz had never really seen it like that, at least not yet. Not until he could actually think about it. And truth be told, despite everything he'd had to face, he'd touched very little alcohol. Maybe this place had at leats one redeeming feature afterall.
"...Hmm...I guess you're right."
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 3:47 pm
"Heh heh." Marshall chuckled lightly, glad that Oz didn't hate him and almost...relieved that he didn't hate Oz. Yes, his arm was still broken, but still, bitching and moaning about it wouldn't help.
Gotta grow up. Stop being mad at people. All that s**t.
"Well Oz, I'm gonna go look for that blond-haired girl with pointed ears...Mind keeping an eye out for her?" Marshall asked, scooping up the piece of paper, throwing it into the trash with a rather impressive chuck.
"I'll see ya later, Ozzy Kong."
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 2:27 pm
"A blonde-haired girl with pointy ears? Okay, on an Island full of people with pointy ears and teeth, no problem," he teased with mild sarcasm, waving the penguin-man off as he left the cafe.
After indulging on what his body thought it needed, Oz felt a study trip to the entertainment room was on the cards at the next available opportunity. Mimicking Marshall's leaving gesture, he tried to throw his rubbish into the bin...and missed. He shrugged off his ineptitude and left the cafe with at least a clear conscience. And a full stomach.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 7:40 pm
Lauren sat in the empty cafeteria with Comet on the chair next to her. The scene was almost comical, two hairy beings sitting side by side with plates full of food. The contents were different however. Comet had chopped steak and was eating it hungrily. Lauren's plate held raw snake, freshly killed with a side of fried beetles.
She ate hungrily alone. Nita had gone out somewhere so it was up to Comet and Lauren to fend for themselves tonight. And the lunch lady had given them both a special treat for the occasion.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 7:51 pm
Panicked and fleeing from the jungle- bleeding from the cobra's death-force bite- Jordan had made it to the village. He was feeling woozy from the time he'd had the life squeezed from him by Thom, but he was on a mission of mercy! He remembered the nook of medical supplies nearby the cafeteria and grabbed some things he thought he would need: tongue depressors, gauze, iodine, rubbing alcohol, and ace bandages. By this point, he was feeling the need to sit badly. His afternoon had been a bit of a drain with his experiences with Thom and Newt trying to kill him. There was no time to return to his duplex without passing out or crossing paths with the hungry, enraged snake again. The cafeteria would have to do.
Carrying the rabbit under his blood-soaked, torn shirt and paws full of the gathered supplies, he hazardly pushed open the cafeteria doors and rushed to a far table near the back, keeping his back to anyone. He hadn't registered anyone else present immediately, though Jordan had thought he'd seen someone familiar. Jordan whispered coaxing words as he let the rabbit slip out from underneath his shirt, setting down his supplies and immediately snapping tongue depressors in half.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 8:22 pm
Lauren smelled him before he came in, blood and fear. It was obvious to her nose and made her tail hairs bristle on end. She dropped her fork as soon as Jordan burst in. He was covered in blood and appeared to be holding prey.
Comet saw it comming to and whimpered at her friend in need. They both got up at the same time and ran over to Jordan to assist him. Only Lauren was faster, being part mongoose.
"Oh my God Jordan, what happened?" She sniffed another predator on him, one that made her hiss audibly. She knew what this was, "Cobra?! Damnit did you get bit?!"
Lauren puzzled herself on knowing what a cobra smelled like but didn't let the confusion stop her from moving. Lauren herself held no concern for the rabbit. Her clawed hands grabbed alcohol and cotton and started cleaning Jordan up. "You need to sit down." She ordered.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 8:38 pm
His concern wasn't for himself. He was wounded, yes, but he could take care of himself later. At the moment, he needed to patch up the poor fellow he'd rescued from being lunch. Holding the rabbit down with a gentle grasp, he took a tongue depressor and snapped it in half in his fangs and gently applied both halves to the rabbit’s injured leg, tieing it up with some bandage in lieu of the tape he’d forgotten to procure.
His ears twitched as he registered the familiar voice. He didn’t flinch or deviate his attention, busied with taking care of the poor woodland critter. He nodded to her question, snapping another depressor unnecessarily. He rubbed his temples as he tried to formulate a response, now the rabbit’s leg had been splinted, at least it would hold for now till he could do better. “I don’t know his name.. but it was a cobra.. no mistaking it…” He brought a paw to the bleeding wound and winced. “Dammit.. that was no warning bite either.. he meant business.. even… even..” he felt woozy as his eyes fluttered for a moment “… even squeezed the life out of me… I don’t know what happened, but I blacked out.. he was unconscious when I woke up..”
He did as he was told and hissed when Lauren began rubbing alcohol on his wounds. He’d intended to do it himself, but she had a better vantage point to clean the wound properly. Jordan slipped his shirt off, revealing the large puncture wounds bleeding down his chest and back.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 8:48 pm
Lauren continued to work at dressing his wounds, "Calm down wuse, I'll get it. I suppose you can take care of your rescue mission there." She didn't know there was a cobra serum on the island. Her hair bristle further and her muscles tensed at the thought of it. Something was nagging at her to go out there and kill it to protect the burrow. Protect your friends....
She shook those thoughts off as well. "Why wasn't he buzzed, I don't understand." She said as he took off his shirt. Her eyes widened at the wound, "What the hell? Are the people at the monitors getting lazy now that old Moreau is on vacation? Bastards."
She reached for some more alcohol as Comet cautiously came near and nuzzled Jordan gently. He stood up to the table and leaned over to sniff the rabbit. Comet whined a bit looking at Jordan and then the rabbit.
"And that ******** b*****d of a snake that did this to you. God damnit people, can't they control themselves?" Lauren knew the answer to that herself, most people that had gone further off then Jordan couldn't includeing herself. Her bristley hair and tense muscles were a sign of that.
"You've changed..." She added looking him over.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 9:07 pm
He smiled at Comet. He helped to distract him from the pain of alcohol in open wounds. “Hey Comet, how’s it going? I’ve missed you, buddy.” He scratched his claws carefully over her ears and used them to get at that right spot that made all dogs wag their tails.
There were two things wrong-in his mind- with what she’d said. “Buzzed? What’s that?” Being buzzed was a new term to him. And the second thing was Moreau being on vacation. Had he heard anything about that..? “When.. when did Doctor Moreau go on vacation, Lauren..?” he seemed to be heart-broken at that thought, moreso at not being made aware of that till now. He’d thought for sure he would have been told.
He couldn’t but smile as Comet sniffed at the rabbit and it made him sniff at the rabbit too, unconsciously, of course. Doggy see, doggy do. It smelled… interesting. To say the least. He shook himself out of a daze and looked back at Lauren. “How bad is it..?”
“It happened about a month ago..” he looked around.. scanning for the table and pointed with the arm of the wounded shoulder, wincing. “It happened over there.. and it hurt like hell, just like you said it would. I changed infront of some poor girl on her first day.. Sophie.. I think.. yeah.. sorry.. kinda fuzzy at the moment.. I think I may have technically died out there.. not sure how long I was out..” his nose twitched again as he sniffed at the rabbit again. Why was he doing that..?!
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