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 Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:17 pm
Attempting to Make ammends
Billy stops by Duplex #1 It had taken Billy a long struggle to force his wheelchair down the rows of duplexes to number one, something wet and slimy that wasn't actually connected to him resting on his lap. He had *intentions*, and thankfully good ones. It was easy enough to wheel up to the front step, and he hoped he was quiet enough as he lay the thing down. Last thing he needed was to actually see her face to face just then. Angelina set down her magazine as she heard something on her doorstep outside. She listened, and just as she turned her head back down to read on, she heard it again. Curiosity mixed with boredom propelled her to get up and oen the door, peering out to look at what was going on. There sat Billy in his chair, what looks suspiciously like a boquet of slimy lake plants coiled in a tentacle. He glanced up at her like a deer in headlights, his skin splotching with red. Angie blinked. "Billy," she stated. "Uh.. hi?" Her eyes went to the "boquet" and she raised a questioning eyebrow at him. Did he know this woman? His tentacle snaked around to hide behind his chair, and he sat up straighter, "Th'doctor aint in, is she?" Angelina frowned. "You haven't heard?" She stepped back and hesitated for a moment, scratching her arm. "You...want to come in?" It was said more out of forced courtesy than any real cocern for the man. My god, what WAS she thinking? "HEard wha'?" The octopus frowned, but did roll forward. His breathing was shallow and he swallowed dryly, "Y'got any water handy?" Angie nodded, rushing inside to grab a bottle of water out of the mini fridge. She motioned for him to come in, holding out the bottle to him. "Someone tried to kill her again, apparantly," she said, with a shrug. "I dont know all the details, but apparantly it was a kidnapping attempt gone awry." She looked quickly to him. "But she's okay, I think." He looked startled for a moment, outraged almost, "Where's she at now? Was she hurt?? Did she say anythin' aboo' me befor hand?" Angie stepped back a bit. "She was pretty quiet when she was here. She's back at the labs. Moreau came and got her when they were demanding a random or something. A guard came by the next day to get her things." He gaped at her, as though unbelieving, "Y'mean... he took her back? She wen' back wit' him??" "I... guess so," she said, sitting down on the bed. "I haven't talked to her personally since she went back." Bilyl fell silent, tentacles wrapped around the terrible boquet on what constituted as the mutated man-creature's lap. * "Did you guys... really... you know?" Billy gave a short, bitter laugh, "Y'know... I don' rightly know anymore." Angie looked at him skeptically. "What do you mean? I mean.. how can you not know?" "Th'question is, wha' did it really *mean*, moreso if it happened or no'. Maybe it din' happen. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe I'm a bloody nutter." Angelina laughed out loud at that, "Then you have a very strong imagination because you sure did turn her world upside down." He glanced up, his nervious tick returned as he wobbled in his chair slightly, "Upside down, y'say? Howso?" "Well, Moreau tossed her down here. She was terrified, she didn't know where to go. She came here." Angelina didn't know how much would be appropiate for her to say. "She seemed pretty at odds. She was quiet, obviously had a lot on her mind." She averted her eyes. "She tried to put on a strong face, but i could tell it was a front. But she wouldn't talk about it." "As a woman... an' wit' yer womanly opinoin o' th'matters... wha' d'ye s'pose her t'oats were concernin' me?" He leaned in anxiously, tentacles wrything. He didn't even recognize her, even with her soft changes- he didnt' remember the last time they had seen eachother anyway. He certainly was far more crippled than then, at the very least. Angie shifted. "I'm not sure. I know her and Moreau have had some rough spots, but when I was closet with her she seemed pretty heads over heels for him." She winced, knowing that's probably not what Billy wanted to hear... but the idea of Aubrey and Billy... doing that just seemed hard for her swallow. "But it had been a while since I talked to her personally until she showed up at our doorstep. And as I said, she was quiet. You definately had some kind of effect on her, but there was a lot going on. She was kicked out, Moreau pulled the engagement... she had a lot on her mind." "Is it still pulled?" he hesitated, his expression blank, and it seemed he was concentrating to keep his skin color nuetral blue-grey. "I have no idea. Have you tried to contact her?" He glanced down, unable to hold back the color changing any longer as his skin spotted with red like ink had been poured over him. "Does now count?" Angelina watched his colors change, not even hiding her stares. "Huh? Oh, uh, I guess so. You could try to get her on the horn." She shrugged and nodded towards the panel by the door. His eyes darted over and back to her again, "Y'don' t'ink tha' be a bad idea?" Angelina raised a challenging eyebrow. "How much are you willing to risk for her?" "Well it aint like I got nothin' t'loose," He huffed, "Here, put these in water," He handed her the seaweed bundle befor rolling towards the intercom. He didn't have one anymore, so this was rather usefull. Angelina grimaced a bit at the slimey mass and toddled off with them towards the bathroom Once left alone, Billy sagged in his chair, a look of terrified nerviousness overtaking his fingers. He gave a chatter of his psudo-beak, spines resituating as he twisted his tentacles. Nothing more than do it! He drew in a sharp breath and straightened as he quickly dialed the appropriate code. "Main Facilities, how can I direct your call?" the mundane, bored voice on the other end answered. "Put on Lockheart," He replied curtly. There was a hesitation on the line. "Is this Woodrow?" "... no." The sound a few ketstrokes could be heard. "Yes it is." the aggitated voice said. "No it aint. S'tha' wolf lad wha' lives in duplex one. Ambrosia or wha'e'er. Put Lockeheart on." An annoyed huff could be heard right before the line went dead. Billy frowned, staring at the intercom for a few moments befor he redialed.* "Main Facilities...again." "..." Billy hesitated befor hanging up quickly. He turned his chair around, scooting towards the kitchen, "Gel! Cat-gel! Lass! Lovely, coul' y'do me a favor?" Angelina stepped out of the bathroom and leaned against the frame. "You don't rememeber me at all, do you?" "I've been livin' alone in th'bottom of th'lake fer a good long while, an' gone t'rough two detoxes an' overdosed on' crazy medication. Me memory o' a lot o' tings is fuzzy, lass." He gave her a weak, akward grin, jabbing himself in the balding blue temple with a tentacle tip. "Angelina, nice to meet you," she said with a mused smile, but made no motion to shake his hand. "What do you want?" "William, friends call me Billy, but apparently y'know tha' an' I'm makin'a n arse o' meself." He shook his head, "They won' let me get t'rough t'her- maybe if it was you makin' th'call...?" He let it hang, letting her imagination fill in the blank.* "I can try I guess.." she said with a shrug. "And yeah, we met once before, and I've heard a bit about you." She dialed 0 and got the same, irritated voice. "Can I speak to Aubrey plea-" "Dr. Lockheart's not available." And the line was dead again. Angelina blinked and looked up to the ceiling where she suspected one of the cameras was and gave a sarcastic wave. "Sorry Billy," she said, "But I think they are on to us." "Bollocks," He grunted, punching a wall wetly with a half-tentacled arm. "I'll try later... tell her you brought her something." He kept his head down, limbs resituating as though he couldn't seem to get them comfortable. Angelina's expression softened more seeing the effect it was obviously having on the man. "I'm... really sorry. I wish I could do more." "Aint nothin' t'do," He grunted, turning his chair again to roll it unsteadily towads the door, "T'anks, Angie-love." "You're welcome..." she said defeatedly, hurrying over to help him with the door He attempted to be nonchalant, rolling out, but his aim was off and he gave a cry of pain as his wheel colided with teh side of the door jam, smashing a tentacle between them. "BLOODY FECKIN' CHRIST!" Angelina jumped at the outburst. It took her a second to realize what happened. "Oh my god, are you okay?" He hissed, limbs curling to tuck up under where he sat, this arm tentacles squeezing around the arm rests and wheels tightly, the wounded tentacle twitching out in front of him, visibly kinked. "Aye..." He weased,eyes watering, "M'fine..." he coughed, "happens all th'time..." She winced. "Need...ice or anything?" "Regenerated one o' these b'fer...nothin'll... phase me..." The spines down his back and head flaired as he cleared his throat, still hissing and fidgeting from the pain. "Kay..." she shuffled her feet awkwardly, feeling helpless. "Maybe a damp cloth o' somethin'." Angelina nodded and rushed back to her bathroom, coming back a few moments later with a wetted rag. "Seems like you'd be.. sensitive to that kind of stuff." "Comes wit' no' havin' no bones," He grunted, gritting his teeth although he attempted to keep his face blank. "Sounds...harsh. I guess I am pretty lucky." "Y'don' look tha' changed... an' y'been here s'long as I have... longer e'en..." He looked her over with furrowed brows. "I remember you now. Y'were wit' th'dog man wit' th'blond hair." Angelina held up her ringed finger with a smile. "Yeah, I've been here nearly a year by now, I think. Something wrong with me and the serums just... don't want to work." "Well lucky you," He chuckled, "Some o' us aint so lucky." And he didn't just mean the serums. Angelina averted her eyes, realizing it may have looked like she was rubbing something in. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I just.." she sighed. "I guess you take the joy where you can." "Each day I look forward to another exciting, joyfull day o' huntin' fish an' crabs," He grumbled, giving the wounded tentacle an experimental flex. Angelina gave him a sympathetic look, but she just didn't know what to say to that. He slid the tentacle back and out of the way again, his head hung in defeat, the spinned fin on his back laying flat against his flesh. "I shoul' go." She swallowed and opened the door again. "Where can I find you.. if I hear anything?" "Been livin' out a' th'lake. S'only place I feel comfortable anymore. Ye'll spot me chair. If I'm no' around, leave a note on th'seat, I'll find it." Angelina nodded. "Keep the towel... sorry about your.." she made a motion, suddenly not knowing what to say. "..hand?" "Tha' was more o' a foot if anythin'," He gave her a half hearted, oddly-shaped-toothed grin. "Foot then." She tried to give a shy smile back. "Take care of yourself." "Don' be victemized by th'normies," He said as his own strange fairwell befor pushing himself forward out the door. It was strange seeing someone with what was basically four arms work a wheelchair, but he seemed to do well enough when all of his limbs were accounted for. Angelina leaned in the doorframe, watching him for a minute before closing it behind her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 9:41 am
Meanwhile In the Labs:
Meanwhile, Billy had been knocked out and relocated from the terrible, dry holding cell. When he awoke, he was underwater. His human mind struggled and paniced instinctively, but the octopus soon took over, sucking in the sweet water greedily after so much time in the holding cell. Once calmed, he shifted, crawling into the corner of what appeared to be a large, empty aquarium. A fish tank.
Hell, he cursed inwardly, crawling over the glass floor easily to swim up and check the top- there was a space for him to get air, but he was completely enclosed. There was no escaping this one. He pounded on the glass, shouting as labtechs walked by, either attempting to ignore him, or giving him fascinated stares. Some even took notes but none spoke to him or even aknowlaged his screams and cries for help. After a long while, the octopus man settled down on the bear floor, happy that at least most of the lake-slime had washed off. Huddled in the corner, he eventually drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
He was awoken by sounds above him through the water some undertimable time later, and was greeted by a few dead fish beind dropped into his tank. Immediatly, he shot upward to try to slide a tentacle through the opening the fish had been dropped. "I wanna' speak t'Doctor Lockheart!!" He cried, but the labtechs ignored him, prying his tentacles back and shoving him into the water once more befor shutting him in. His head still floating above the water's surface, he glared heatedly at the dead, rotten fish he had been granted, hissing angrilly, "Coul' I at least get a wee plastic castle t'hide in an' some gravel here??"
But alas, his cries went unheard.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 1:52 pm
Aubrey Visits She knew she shouldn't. She knew what would happen. Moreau would angry. Billy would probably end up either wanting to hurt her or lamenting his life to her by the end. But she had to see him... see if it was really true. Billy in a fish tank. He always thought that would happen. Aubrey was just almost releived Billy was being punished for something that wasn't -directly- her fault. She stepped slowly into the room where the container was. Her hair was pulled back into a tight pun and she held her labcoat closed and close to her and she approached the glass. The octopus man had fallen asleep tangled in a ball of limbs in the corner of the bear tank, using his tentacles in an attempt to make himself comfortable. Judging by the floating dead fish parts floating at the top and the bones scattered about the bottom, he had at least eaten a little. The sounds dulled by the water, he didn't seem to notice her. Aubrey stepped towards the corner and waited for a few moments, trying to convince herself to just walk away. Finally, she lifted her hand and tapped her fingernails on the glasss gently. He flinched, startled from whatever it was he had been dreaming about to instinctively exhail a cloud of ink and shot to the other side of the tank. At least he was awake. Aubrey jumped slightly and stepped back at his outburst. "Sorry!" she said quickly and apologetically, not that she thought her could probably hear. She walked towards the other side slowly, not knowing how he would react to her Once calmed, he crawled up the side of the tank, peering at her through the glass wall. His expression shifted, contorting into a sort of maddened excitement befor he crawled his way up to the surface to switch to his lungs and speak. "There's me gel," He beamed down at her, suckers clinging to the smooth glass surface. "Hi Billy," she said with a small pleasant smile, looking up. Depite what had happened, she almost looked happy to see him. "Woul' y'believe this place they put me in?? No' e'en any proper gravel!" He gave a snicker, crawling along the top and coughing as water tried to come down his throat. "I'll see what I can do about that," she said lightheartedly, but it quickly faded. "Though maybe the lack of homely accomodations means you won't be here long?" "Yeah, yeah," He agreed, various limbs shifting and twisting to help prop him up, "I sure missed ye, lass... when can y'get me out o' here, eh?" Aubrey smiled at his comment, but didn't respond. "I don't know, Billy. I'm not exactly in a position to help you out right now." "Yer in th'best possible position t'help me, though," He grinned, laughing slightly, "Climb up here- there's a hole fer th'fish- I can bearly see you... an' I do so love seein' you." Aubrey hesitated for a moment before shaking her head and finding the ladder to climb up. She stayed rather clear of the hole, but being up on the ladder but her more at his eye level and made it easier to hear him. "Maybe the best, but your odds still aren't very good." Her expression turned even more serious. "I can't even leave the labs facilities at all anymore - not in a professional or otherwise capacity - not with what you did to Jamal." The octopus looked her in the eye, tentacles worming about the glass between them as though he were trying to push his way through, "I had t'do it. Y'have t'understand... we had t'do it." "I won't bothering arguing that," she said, dropping her voice, "but he wants me dead, and he'll see to it." He didn't seem to hear her, or his brain seemed to edit out this small detail, his head lolling to one side as he smiled at her fondly, stroking the glass between them, "I missed y'Lass... I did..." "Thank you for the flowers," she said, putting a hand up to the glass with a wry smile. Flower was a very nice word for the sloppy little boquet he gave her He pressed his forhead against the glass, his breath fogging it as he watched her needily, "I'm sorry... fer tryin' t'... y'know... y'jes'... do tha' t'me." Aubrey let out a tired sigh. She wasn't an angry with him as she knew she should be ... but it was probably because it didn't really matter at the end of the day. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped and rethought her words. "It doesn't matter," she finally said with a small shake of her head. "I miss how warm y'are..." He closed his eyes, face still pressed against the glass, "I miss how soft y'are..." Aubrey felt her cheeks burn alittle, and she took her hand away from the glass. "Billy, please...don't." "An' tha' smell..." He sighed, "s'li' th'opposite o' fish. Somethin' good. A flower o' some sort..." He shifted, his cheak and temple against the glass as his eyes opened again, focused on something not there, "Those lips..." Aubrey pursed them as he mentioned them and averted her eyes. "I should go..." "Don' go..." He begged, eyes starting to water, "Don' go, I'll be good, jes' stay wit' me! Please!" She paused on her decent and hooked an elbow on the rail, reasting her weight on it. "The book is closed on this. You... we need to move on." Thought the words seemed rather hollow, either from disinterest or defeat... it was hard to tell. "There aint no movin' on!!" He snapped, "I can't change things- if I coul' I would in a heartbeat- please jes'... I aint... askin' y'much, jes' stay wit' me! Yer me gel, deep down yer me gel, I know it- y'hate him, I know y'do. Y'gotta' hate him. I t'ink I know how he caught us..." His mouth twitched into a manic, triumphant grin, "Th'chip, ye've got one too! Yer jes' like us already! It'll jes' get worse from here, lass, it'll jes' get worse!" Aubrey closed her and covered her face with her hands. "You're right," she said after a long moment of silence. "He does... I know. He told me," she said behind her hands. The octopus made a gargling coo, stroking the glass between them, "I'd ne'er hurt y'lass... I woul'n'... bu' things're gonna' change one day, an' y'don' wanna' be on this side o' th'fence wit' th'normies." "I've already damned myself to that fate, Billy," she said, looking at him seriously. "The others aren't going to be as forgiving as you. They want me dead. Not just Jamal... others. And they, .. they'll never forgive me." She scoffed. "Not that I really blame ******** th'others. They don' matter," He hissed, "Oh, lovely... oh..." He crawled back and forth like the caged animal he was, nibbling at the glass every so often, "Jes yer hand... jes' let me touch yer hand... a finger... I jes' want... jes' a moment... " Aubrey hesitated, but finally put her hand up to the hole were the fish could be dropped... though she didn't stick her hand all the way through, just across the whole where she could be touched, throwing him a warning glance. "Nothing funny," she said seriously. "..and I'd like to see you say they don't matter when Jamal's canines are in my jugular." He wasn't listening, crawling up to run his tentacles over her palm and fingers, and dragged his face up to press his mouth against her palm, as though attempting to kiss her. Aubrey gave him a sad look, rubbing her fingers over his beak before pulling away. "I really ought to go. I have work to do.." "Ye'll come back, though, right?" He panted, face pressed against the hole as though he were attempting to squeeze through after her hand, a tentacle sliding through to chase after as well.* Aubrey took his tentacle in her hand and lightly kissed the top of it. "Goodbye Billy," she said ambiguously, quickly heading back down the ladder. He watched her go silently for a moment befor a giggle slipped through his throat. This wasn't so bad. It was only as bad as he let it be. He'd been in worse. Really. The taste of her... the smell of her... "B-bring me a truh-treat? I'll be a good pet," He insisted, not caring if she responded or not. That said, he slipped back down into the water to watch her go through the side of the tank.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 7:32 pm
Billy the Sheep Farmer
Aubrey has a treat for her pet It was several days after Aubrey's last visit when she finally had the nerve to show up back in the tank room. It was after-hours, so she was sans her coat and carried a covered platter with her. This time she didn't try to find Billy first as not to scare him, she just lightly tapped her nails against the glass pane somewhere in the middle to alert him of her presence. He wasn't that hard to find in the still empty tank. The water looked as though it could stand a cleaning, filled with the floating dead fishbits of the previous few day's worth of what constituted as his dinner. At the tapping, the octopus twisted from where he had become fascinated with the opposite side of the tank. His eyes widened at the sight of her, though, and he practically flew to the glass in front of her, clinging to the glass there as though he could press himself through and out the other side. Aubrey smiled at him and headed towards the latter, carefully starting to make her way up. She grabbed a net on the way up, in order to help with the bits floating at the top. "There's me gel!" He cried as he surfaced, his voice hoarse and gurgling from the water still in his throat. "She came back t'me! So happy t'see y', y'go' no idea!" Aubrey opened the top of the tank as much as she could without using a special unloack code and began to fish out some things off the top and tossing them towards a waste bin of the ground near the food prep area. "Hello Billy," she said as she worked. "I bought you a little something." Using his suckers to help him cling to the top of his cage, he wormed his tentacles through the opening to reach towards her as best he could, "Sech' a good gel', so good t'me... s'been torture here, lass, torture! Jes' me an' th'water! Nothin'! Nothin', lass, nothin', I'm goin' mad here!" A frown tugged at Aubrey's mouth but she tried to keep her expression as nuetral as possible. "I'm sorry, Billy. I don't know any details about how long you're going to be here.." she set the net down as she was done and reached over to the platter. His eyes slid back and forth from the platter to her legs and back again. his chest heaving as he fidgeted like an excited pet at feeding time. Aubrey pulled the top off to reveal a nice arrangement of sushi - by the looks of it more carefully made and higher quality that what's usually available down in the village. "Wasn't sure how much your tastes have changed, but I fugured this was a pretty safe bet?" Billy's eyes brightened as he shifted in the water, looking so touched he was teary-eyed, "Yer too good t'me, lass..." Aubrey scroffed slightly to herself at the irony in that statement, but instead of commenting, she picked up a peice of hamatchi and held it over the water with it resting on the flat of her palm. He coiled a tentacle around her wrist to hoist himself up enough to snatch it from her hand, chewing hungrilly. Not many other marine biologists could claim to have a trick-performing octopus. Aubrey chuckled to herself as a similar thought came to her mind. "Issit okay?" "Coul' do wit'ou th'rice," He grinned up at her, thrilled for the conversation. No one had so much as even said hello to him in days, afterall. He shifted, wrapping another tentacle around her arm as though the feel of her was lifeline enough. He gave a little noise in the back of his throat, resting his chin on her still open hand. "Did y'miss me? I sure missed you."* Aubrey shook her head as if amused and plucked the fish off the top of the rice bed and held it up to him with her other hand, letting her fingers of the hand he was resting his head on lightly massage his chin. "You're always... an adventure," she finally answered. His breathing quickened as her fingers scratched his soggy beard, his watery inhuman eyes swiveled up to watch the delicious fish. "We'll get out o' here one day. You an' me, an' then I'll show y'a real adventure." Aubrey just gave a slightly, placating nod. "I think your adventures would be a bit overwhelming." He grinned at her from her palm, turning his head to nuzzle against her fingers, "I t'ink ye'd like 'em." Aubrey shrugged and sighed a small giggle. "Maybe. I'm kind of a more traditional kind of girl," she said in a slightly self-mocking tone. "House wit' th'picket fence, like? I coul' do tha' too. Be a sheep farmer. I though' aboo' it. Give up th'bad shite, an' jes' settle down an' be a good man. Wha'd'y'say? Y'can name th'dog," He beamed up at her. "Billy the Sheep Farmer?" Aubrey shook her head. " I can't see it." "I coul' go by William," He insisted with a laugh, "Sounds more sheepfarmerish, eh? Go t'the fare e'ery season an' drink cider an' eat lamb untill we vomit. Used t'be me favorite b'fer th'fish gut. Used t'hate seafood." Aubrey had to admit... that did sound really nice to her on some levels. Somewhere out in the country...the simple life. But she new, deep down, that is was just the syndrome of "the grass is greener." Aubrey had always lived in the city or in the humdrum suburbs... rushing through her life trying to get one degree after the next. She told her self that she would go crazy with boredom. And not so deep down she couldn't really believe Billy could get all straight-laced, even if he could escape and even if he was human again. "Lamb is good," she said distantly. "Wit' hot yorkshire puddings an' boiled red cabbage..." There was a waver to his voice, his eyes no longer looking at her as he stared up from her hand. Aubrey didn't have the heart to rip him from his fantasy. She waiting patiently, continuing to lightly stroke his chin. His brows furrowed, the spiny fin along the line of his skull and down his back flairing as he drew in another shuddering breath. "I don' wanna' do this no more... Aubrey, lovely, y'gotta' get me out o' here I can't eat fish anymore... I'm sick o' god damn fish, bu' I tried when I was still able- I *tried* t'eat other t'ings bu' they jes woul' go down... tore up me insides feirce- I don' wanna be an octopus! I want me hands, lass, I want fingers! I... I wanna' touch you... I wanna..." His voice trembled and broke, "I wanna get out o' th'water!" His round, cepholopodian eyes streaming with tears. Aubrey finally let a frown break on her face, but she had to choose her words carefully. "There's nothing I can do for you, Billy. I just can't.. I'm sorry." "Y'can, y'can," He begged miserably, twisting to press his face against her palm, "He'll do wha' e'er y'want if y'do it right... yer out there while I'm in here- we coul' still get away- we coul' still try!" In his head, there was no question of her allience. In his head. Aubrey shook her head. "There's no escape." She leveled her eyes with his. "Not for anyone," she said pointedly. "Where's tha' fiery bich tha' waved me importance a' me in a jar? Where's tha' woman o' morals?" He kissed the palm with the corner of his mouth where his lips still could touch eachother without the hinderence of his growing beak, his tentacles coiling tighter, "Y'jes' gotta get me outo' this tank!" Aubrey looked away. That woman was dying, defeated. She was learning how to be numb, how to turn of that morale side of her heart and focus on the work. And lately, learned to dabble in manipulation herself, human life be damned. "Moreau won't keep you here forever," she said. It was a half truth, at least. Moreau wasn't that lazy. There was probably more punishment - there always was - awaiting Billy. It was just a waiting game. His head turned enough to hook his beakish teeth around her thumb, his tongue sliding along the digit in a lewd, loving gesture. A tentacle slid up her arm from the hole, aiming for her torso. "I have to go," she said very quickly, suddenly standing up and trying to pry her hand away. His limbs tightened their grip on her as he pulled back to press his forehead against her fingertips. His voice broke as he spoke, "Don' go yet- please!" "You have to stop this," she said, a sad but serious tone her voice. "Or else I won't be able to come at all." He squeezed again, as though he were hugging her this time, his white hair sticking to his oily greyed skin. "Ye'll come back?" Aubrey sighed and slumped back down into a sitting position. "It depends," she said softly. "Depends on wha'?" He murmured, peaking up at her, his fin twitching anxiously. "On when Moreau says I can't anymore." "Come anyway!" "No." Her eyes narrowed at him seriously. "I can't afford that anymore. You've seen what happens." "So he's got y'trapped too, then?" He laughed at that, quiet and gurgling in his throat. Aubrey swallowed, waiting until she knew she could speak without her voice wavering. "He's my fiance, Billy. And I love him." She jerked her hand out of his tentacle grasp. "That's what it is. That's all it is." He slipped back into the water with a slash, sputtering as he resurfaced befor coughing, "So y'keep sayin'. I know th'truth." "You don't know me," she spat bitterly, heading back down the ladder, but not before hitting the tray sitting on the edge so all the susshi and rice fell into the water. "You don't know what I feel!" "I do a might better'n he does, tha's fer sure!" He shouted after her his voice somewhat muted as he stuck to the side of the tank again. Aubrey just steamed at him for a moment, before taking a large breath and heading towards the door.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 6:49 pm
Big Red and the Octopussy
Moreau finally comes to speak to Billy Billy is knocked unconcience by his chip. When he awakens he finds himself in a new kind of container. A large metal tank with holes to hold painfully all of his appendages. Only his head protruding as he awakens in the cold and darkness. Alone.Billy coughed and weased, unused to breathing air so regularly after days stuck in the tank. He glanced around frantically- this was different. Moreau would move him, eventually, Aubrey had said- was he being moved? If so, where? What was this place? "HOY!" he called hoarsely, tugging at his limbs, but he could bearly move, the serpentine appendages wrything and wriggling in their restraints. A light comes on in the dark room, revealing Moreau's face. He was standing there, not far from Billy's face, of course, in the utter darkness it had been nearly impossible to tell that. Moreau smiled a sickening grin and he stared right into Billy's eyes with an psychotic piercing gaze. "Hello Mr. Woodrow." Billy actually looked terrified for a good moment befor his mouth twitched into a manic smile of his own, "Well if it aint Big Red himself!" He gave a little giggle, idly wondering if he was still back at the tank and dreaming all this. It was certainly a break from the monotony of the empty cube of water, but surreal in it's darkness and strategic light. Moreau raised is hand and slapped it across Billy's face "Shut up you slimey, weasely, revolting creature. Just be happy your still alive after what you did." Moreau sneered. Obviously Billy had gotten under his skin, as he was prone to do far too often. "An' what'd I do, boss?" Billy snickered, his head lolling at the blow. His spiny fin flaired but resettled once he had regained his composure (such as it was) from the blow. "You know what you did, what you tried to set loose. What amazes me is how little you care for someone that you've claimed to be in love with... why else would you do something so utterally idiotic. Besides being yourself." Moreau looked down at Billy's face his anger seething. "When was th'last time y'touched her, hrm? When was th'last time y'asked her her feelin's? Les' talk aboo' relationships, if tha's were ye' want t'go wit' this." Billy seemed to be ignoring his expression, running a tongue idly over his psudo-beak in an attempt to dislodge a fishbone.* Moreau reared his hand back and slapped Billy across the face again. "I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about setting Jamal loose on the island. Atleast attempting to. Jamal... who has openly threatened to kill Dr. Lockheart, again and again." Moreau sneered at Billy. "Aye, so? He's one o' god's creatures, an' he deserves t'run free! Y'got her nice an' safe locked in her cage here, afterall- wha' d'y'got t'worry aboo'? He's jes' a wee kitty." Billy sneered back with a grin, his soggy hair plastered to his face. "Do you care nothing for the safety of her and all the islanders? Are you that utterally depraved and disrespectful towards life?" Moreau wasn't one to talk, but on some odd level he was mostly respectful towards the life of the islanders. Now whether this was because of their cost to him, or because of some actual sense of morals. It was tough to tell sometimes, even to himself. "I don' know wha' th'hell yer talkin' aboo'. Sure, he tried t'eat me once, bu' hell, we're all stressed an' buggered here. He's a nice guy once y'talk t'him proper. Y'ever try t'talk t'him proper? Or y'jes' try t'bribe him wit' candy an' get pissed he din' want any? Wha's th'real issue here, tha's wha' I want t'know. I know it aint aboo' tigers," The octopus babbled cooly, as though he were casually lounged on a sofa, and not locked in a tight box with his head exposed. "Well, the issue is you Mr. Woodrow, you and your constant annoyances. How we are going to resolve this, I'm through playing games Mr. Woodrow." Moreau leaned back and smiled. "Of course, I might have a way..." "T'rough playin' games? Yer still playin' games." Billy had grown bored. What intimidation the octopus had been effected by from his days of being locked up and the frightening box was drained by the slap and idle chatter. Moreau walked over to a table, the light seemed to follow him. On the table was a large metallic collar. Moreau ran his fingers across the cold metal and over the odd protrusions that made it obvious it was some kind of an electric device. "I'd rather have this put on one of your... arms... but I can't not believe you wouldn't do something like cut it off. So it'll go around your neck, the one thing you won't be cutting off, this should put an end to your bothersomeness." Moreau picked up the device and headed back to Billy. His brows furrowed as he frowned up at him, "An.... so wha's all tha' then?" His smile slackened ever so slightly. Moreau walked up to Billy, who's upper torso and neck were sticking out ever so conviently for him. "Mr. Woodrow, since your so fond of illegal substances I thought this might take care of both of our problems at once. This device will release sedatives to your system anytime you get too agitated or excited. Or anytime that I feel like it, it has a decent supply and can be restocked whenever we want. If you try to remove it, it will release more of the sedatives, too much could kill you, but you'd likely just stop caring or fall asleep long before that." Moreau smiled "Of course, if you tried to get someone else to remove it, it would likely keep releasing sedatives until it'd shut down your body perminantly. Even if you did survive I can't imagine you'd be much more than a vegetable." Moreau placed the collar around Billy's neck, as multiple needles came out of it and pushed themselves into his slimmy skin, all around his neck, hidden under the collar he could feel the short needles. A red light indicator came on as well to show that it was currently activated. "So how do you feel about that Mr. Woodrow?" Billy gave a startled cry as the needles dug in, his tentacles spasming in their restraints. "HoY! Tha' aint... GET IT OFF'A ME!" It was a stupid sort of thing to shout, he knew, but he was instinctively compelled to regardless. "Bloody sedatives? I don' need feckin' sedatives!" At that outburst the sedatives began to do their work. "Well, thank you for volenteering to test the equipment Mr. Woodrow. Though in the future, I don't think such an elaborate display will be nessary, it should work any time you get worked up at all. Which you have a tendancy to do. Maybe now you'll act like a civilized being won't you?" Moreau smiled as the calming affect of the drugs began to make Billy not care about... anything. Indeed, the octopus wobbled and sagged, his eyes half lidding as the numbing chemacle coursed through him, dulling his sences and dulling his mind. He shifted, managing to loll his head, hissing at the pain of his shifting flesh against the piercing needles, although it didn't hurt quite so badly anymore.... "Wha'boo... smokes?" He managed, "will y'stop... zappin' me ....fer smokes?" His mouth cracked into a wobbling smile and he gave an innebriated chuckle. Moreau grinned a wicked grin as he looked at the effect the drugs had on Billy "Go ahead and smoke Mr. Woodrow, not that I imagine you'll need much stress relief anymore. I'll be ready to send you on your way now. Are you ready to go back to the village and behave?" "Yer a feckin....' sick ugly b*****d," The octopus slurred, brows furrowing as he tried to keep his head above the ebbing narcotics, "An' yer.... ffffiance t'inks... I'm hotter'n ye!" He laughed at that. Moreau sneered at Billy. "Goodnight Mr. Woodrow, he reared back his fist and punched him in the face. Combined with a well timed buzz it gave the illusion that Moreau had knocked him unconcience. Of course, with how Billy was feeling he wouldn't have likely felt much of the punch through all the sedatives.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 9:21 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 8:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 6:34 am
reserved for solo RP of sedated goodness
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 8:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 6:45 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 6:46 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:26 pm
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