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 Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 11:40 am
Marlena affected a taken aback and sympathetic look. "I'm so sorry. Was he ill for a long time? That can be very stressful and traumatic on a family. It is good that you've grieved and moved on though. So many people I've counseled have come to be haunted by feelings of bitterness or guilt or even a never realized desire for approval from a deceased parent." Plant the seeds, watch them grow.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 11:48 am
"No, he was murdered while coming home late at night. My dad just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong moment, pretty much." She paused for a moment. "...I know some people are like that... My mother is a bit like that. But I know my dad was always proud of me, and he always taught me that everything had it's time. Thinking about it all the time isn't something he would like me to do. I know he would have wanted me to be strong, so I did it for him." She couldn't help but smile a bit. "My father was a wonderful person."
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 11:51 am
Marlena affected a warm smile. "It certainly sounds as if he was. And he was fortunate to have a strong daughter." She flipped through her file. "How is it you came to be on the Island. Can you tell me a bit about your experience here?"
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 11:57 am
Oh thank GOD for the change of subject. While what Kim has said was true, her father's death was still a bit of a sore spot. But then, she imagined it would be that way for anyone who lost someone, no matter too long ago.
"Well... Mom saw something in the journal about an experimental cure for diabetes." The asian girl started, turning a lock of black hairs around her finger. "I really didn't want to go, because of the job and all that. But she eventually won, pretty much. And now, well... im stuck here. It's a nice little island, really... if you forget we're all becoming something we shouldn't be." She sighed. "...I really wish I could go back home, but it's stupid to hang on the hope that I will, so I don't. Im trying to be as happy as I can here, and it's mostly working."
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:04 pm
Marlena put on a sad face. "I am sorry you aren't happy here. Has the transformation affected your diabetes? Is it getting worse or better? Experimental treatments can be terribly unpredictable."
She scribbled on the steno pad. Resigned to never leaving island. Serum related or natural tendancy to give in? Mother forced her here, she might be easy to force into things, especially if given rewards. Definite possibilities.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:09 pm
"I... havn't really noticed any changes in it, it's mostly the same that it has been." She answered, deciding not to mention the lockout. After all, if it had been set up like a few people had said, it was very likely that someone had kept tabs on her.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:15 pm
Marlena nodded slowly, "If anything in that respect does change, please let me know. Managing insulin levels is very important, too much or too little, depending on how your body's physiology has changed, can have terrible side effects for you."
She stood and rounded the desk to lean against it. "How have your social interactions with the other islanders been? Do you get along with them? Are you close with any, or have any been threatening towards you?"
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:23 pm
"Yes, I know that. I've been informed of those things when it's been diagnosticed on me, a long time ago." Kim answered. "I know there is an intercom in my duplex I can use for this in case something happen, and I do plan to let someone know." She had thought about it, really - but no problems had never really happened.
Kim likewise seemed to lean on the desk a bit, still sitting. She didn't feel entirely comfortable with the Dr - too many questions - but it was easy enough to answer, still. Whatever they had injected her with seemed to have made her a bit more outgoing and willing to talk. "I've heard of a few... problems... around the island, but it never happened to me personally. No one's really been treatening torward me in perticular." Well, it was true. Jamal had gotten pissed when they woke up on that mountain, but it wasn't torward -her-.
"I go along with most of the other islanders that I met, and there is a few I would consider myself close to, but I don't know if they would consider the same for me. I used to be, well... less outgoing that I am now that I started to change. I guess it has to do with what I happen to be turning into..." She shrugged.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:33 pm
Marlena nodded her head once more and smiled. "Well hopefully you can find someone to confide in. It's a natural part of our lives, being able to talk to someone about the things we go through, and the islanders here have a lot more to deal with than most. If you truly need an ear, You can always use the intercom to ask for me and I'll be happy to see you."
She smiled warmly and added, "Is there anything you are in need of or would like to have, that maybe I can work on acquiring for you?"
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:39 pm
"Hmmm..." Kim seemed to ponder for a moment. "...I really havn't been keeping up with games - kind of hard to, here - so I would appreciate maybe, if possible... getting a few titles that im pretty sure must be out by now ? But I don't really -need- that, really... I have a crapload of game as is. ...I sometime feel alone, when I am in my duplex and all... but I don't know if pets are allowed here. I don't know anyone with one, but... Maybe something like a kitten, or a puppy ? Im sorry if that's a little hard, but..." Kim shrugged. Hey, she had asked, and to be true, the asian girl didn't expect much to come out of it.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:44 pm
Marlena smiled and picked up a blank journal off the desk top, handing it to Kim. "I'll make you a deal, you take this journal and put any worries you have, and jot down any unusual dreams or nightmares you have so I can help you work through them, and I'll do my best to get you these things. I can't promise anything, and games might be easier than pets, but go ahead and make me a list of titles and have one of the guards pass it on to me. I'll see what I can do."
She pushed off the desk and moved back around it again. "I've taken up more than enough of your time today, Miss Nguyet. The guards will escort you back to your Duplex. Be sure to take one of those pills right before bed, it should help with your changing joints.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:50 pm
Kim couldn't help but glance at the book for a few seconds. What an... odd request. She allready had a... diary of short, on her computer, but then it wasn't something she would show to anyone...
"Ill do my best... But I don't really have alot of nightmares, so I might not write down alot." Oh, yes, Kim definitively had no idea. She pocketed the pills, and gave a small bow as she got up. "Thank you." She said softly before heading back out where guards waited, million of questions fluttering in her head.
Something was a bit odd, but she couldn't put her finger on it...
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:53 pm
Marlena grinned in the wake of the girl. This was had definite potential. She gave up so easily. This was a harder case than most though, as there was no real way for Marlena to tell what was her personality, and what was the extinct creatures instincts. "At least now maybe we can confirm that Pteradactyl's were social flocking creatures if she's coming out of her proverbial 'shell'." She sat down to put her notes together. http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=3266831#63288068
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 12:34 pm
The pain wouldn't stop until the buzz knocked Annie unconscious. The guards would have gathered her quickly, taking her up into the labs for evaluation.
She would wake up some indeterminate time later in a hospital bed... in a large grey room that you guessed was a large lab, or hosital. If you listened carefully, the beeps of other hospital equiptment could be heard over the rythmic sounds of your own. Privacey curtains, however, blocked your in in your little space.
IVs would be strapped to your arms, and the pain would be considerably less than it was. Most likely drug induced, however, for the queasiness is still there and your head feels muzzy.
A man with short black hair, glasses, and an Asian complextion sits next to your bed, pouring over some notes, scribbing notes and corrections with a blue pencil over charts, graphs, and readouts.
Upon noticing your consciousness, the man calmly gathers his materials into a folder and files it away in a bag. He stands up, grabs your chart from the end of the bed, and walks by you. "Miss Anderson, can you hear me?"
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 12:42 pm
Angharad just stared at him for a while, before remembering to nod dazedly. Her body ached interminably, but it was a far-away throb, not the screaming of before. Where was she? Up in the lab? A test subject ? A whimper escaped her throat, and her ears flattened slightly. Wait....
The whimper cut off abruptly, and she stared straight up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him, or the tubes, or the hospital equipment. She didn't want to think about it, not just yet....
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