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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 6:39 pm
At the sound of her voice, Billy glanced up. His sensitive cepholopodish skin had greyed in the sun to match his silvered hair and haggared face. His expression remained the same aggrivated grimmace, and the muscle beneith his left eye quivered every few moments. "There y'feckin' are," He croaked, hobbling forward between the guards, "These bloody morons don' know wha' th'hell they're doin'."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 6:54 pm
"They're just going there job," she said in a tired, exasperated tone, not wanting to start off this conversation in an arguement.
Aubrey wheeled to the door of the Lobby, which opened on their own at her approach. She pulled out her communicator and punched a number code in. She knew the security would alert the monitor room to Billy's presense in the labs, and she didn't particularly want to draw attention to it. She tried her override code just in case.
"Have a seat," she offered, not really knowing where to begin.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 7:23 pm
"Bloody finally," A tentacle unstuck his pack of cigarettes from the back of his leg and he slid one into his mouth as though to calm himself, limping across the room to head directly for the water cooler rather than a chair. Priorities.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 7:27 pm
Aubrey just watched him, resting her elbow on the chair's armrest and propping her head up with her hand. "Sorry, it wasn't like this thing has speeds. I got down here as soon as I could."
She was already on the defensive. She sighed and sat more straight, pulling her hands into her lap, waiting.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 7:40 pm
After a long drink, he dumped the cup on his shoulders, wetting his skin as nonchalantly as possible befor hobbling towards a chair near where she had parked herself and juggled the cigarette between his odd teeth to the other side of his mouth, "I see they've made a cripple o' ye' too."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 7:45 pm
Aubrey's hand instinctually felt the bandages under her clothes at the mention. "For a litte while. I'll be fine, just can't walk yet. If I were anywhere else in the world, I wouldn't have made it." She gave a half smile. "You'd probably think it was karma. Zach attacked me post-injection." She shook her head. "He didn't know what he was doing."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 7:57 pm
"So y'really were hurt, then? Shame y'aint dead, huh?" He gave a snorting laugh, a couple tentacles rising to strike a match. He didn't give a ******** where he was, nor what any damn red plastic signs demanded what he should or shouldn't do. "Glad t'hear ye'll walk again, lass, real glad," He nodded with another bitter chuckle, setting his crutches against the wall.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:00 pm
"Real shame," she said deadpan, narrowing her eyes a little. "Yeah, I was really hurt. I didn't wake up for a week." She sighed irritated. Needless to say, the subject was a sensitive one for her. She was a doctor. she knew exactly how close to death she had come.
"So what do I owe the pleasure of your company," she said dryly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:08 pm
He shifted, pursing his lips as he fidgeted with the cigarette from one tentacle to the other. Giving a nervious sniff, he took a drag, "Y'don' sound happy t'see me."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:13 pm
Aubrey exhaled and frowned. "Sorry. You don't sound very happy to be here." She shifted herself. "To tell you the truth, I... I don't know what to say..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:16 pm
"Th'beds a real improvement, I'm sure yer spy cameras already told you," He leaned back in his chair.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:17 pm
Aubrey allowed herself a small smile. "Awen seemed to like hers. You shouldn't have to sleep in your bath tub."
She paused for a moment.
"I wish there was more I could do."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:23 pm
His eyes flickered over to her for a moment befor he shook his head and chuckled, eyes down on the tentacles resting in his lap. "Sorry I aint wearin' trousers. Bit difficult these days."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:25 pm
"Yeah, I've noticed you've been kind of... going nude since your change."
She looked him over a bit, letting herself have a wry smile. "I... could try to fix that somehow." She tilted her head. "Might take a few tries."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:31 pm
"Fix it how? Me legs is bloody webbed t'gether. Short o' surgery I don' know how ye'd get a pair o' trousers on me wha' don' look feckin' rediculous."
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