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 Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 6:10 am
On Christmas Morning, you think you hear a scratching at the front of your door. When you do go to check, you find tethered to your door handle a happy, squirming Australian Shepherd dog.  It looks young, but definitely not a puppy, and has not been fixed. It is wearing a collar and an ear tag. On the collar is a metal tag engraved with the name Donner. In the clip holder besides your door, there is a manila envelope with a photocopied page inside: Lineart by Baneful, coloring by Kamiki
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 11:23 am
Taped a little higher on the door thanks to the rather fiesty dog was a note addressed to Amaya.  Also set out of reach of the dog was a decently sized clothing box with a positively beautiful gown inside of it in Amaya's size. It was clear Antony had taken the time to find as perfect as a dress as possible for the iguana. Merry Christmas.
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 7:55 pm
Outside your door is left what is clearly a hand-built simple wooden chair, about medium size. The seat is carved out and in the back, rather than a flat backrest, a large divot has been cut out, with an ample opening in the backrest. A dowel fits through a hole carved in one side, sliding down to a divot in the seat to provide more support when leaned back against. It seems the chair has been specially designed for those with tails in mind… This one is painted pink with leaves carved in the wood. While simple, it’s sturdy. On a note tied to it: Quote: Merry Christmas!
Hope the holidays are finding you in better spirits than last time we met. If not, I've left a little something to help your mood...
Chin up!
Gaius Also outside her door, sitting on the chair seat is a small bowl of strawberries, and beside them a cup of powdered sugar should Amaya choose to dip them.
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 8:14 pm
A decent-sized geode half has been left by the door of your duplex. It appears to have been cleaned off very recently, and the crystals have distinct color even when not being held up to light. There is no note.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 3:00 pm
Cody Archer In front of the door of your duplex lies a small gift wrapped in regular paper by a string. There are some words scribbled with ordinary pen, saying: "Merry Xmas. From Cody" 
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 3:48 pm
After coming back home from the labs the day before Christmas Eve, Amaya had made a point not to leave her duplex at all. She lay huddled on her bed for days, sometimes forcing herself to eat something when she couldn't stand it any longer - but was otherwise too weak both physically and mentally to even bother getting up out of bed.
Even on Christmas day when she heard scratching on her door she hadn't bothered to get up. If it were her two pet turkies (which had escaped when she ran out in a trance a couple of days prior), she didn't have the will to let them inside or even get up to feed them.
It was the day after Christmas when she finally had to go make a food run. She stood up weakly and got dressed before walking to the door slowly. She haden't even remembered Christmas this year, tied up in her own problems to care about it.
The first thing that demanded her attention was the hungry dog tied to the other end of the doorknob. She jumped and took a step back as it barked and tugged on the leash, it's tail wagging a mile a minute. Before letting the dog free from it's leash she spotted the clipboard sitting nearby and picked it up.
Donner? As in the reindeer?
Amaya sighed and set the clipboard and envelope in her room before opening the door all the way and leading him inside.
While Donner set to sniffing around his new home, the girl went back outside to gather the other things she had seen:
First was the note from Antony. She read it silently while picking up the box she had left and walking back inside. She blinked a couple times and sniffed to try not to cry, setting the letter aside and then opening the box to pull out a long yellow and green dress.
[x]
She smiled and then hung it up in her closet with the rest of her things. It was a shame she couldn't wear it... she bet she'd look stupid in it anyway. Like she was trying to be pretty when she wasn't. Her lips quivered and she sniffed, arms wrapping around herself as she stared at the dress.
Ugly. She was so ugly.
Her hands rose up and gripped over her eyes as she wept. Amaya sat down with her head in her hands, crying and pitying herself.
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It wasn't for another 20 minutes before she finally stopped crying and stood up to fetch the other things while Donner jumped onto her bed and decided to take a nap.
She grabbed the pink chair and the note from Gaius, wondering what the two empty bowls were for before she caught the scent of dog slober on them. Whatever was in it must had been eaten already. Nevertheless, she set the chair near her desk and folded the note up to stick in one of her drawers. The two bowls would be used for Donner food now.
The two smaller things were gathered and brought inside as well: the geode whom she didn't know who was from, and a tiny painted rock left by Cody.
Now that everything was inside, Amaya finally made her way to the cafeteria to pick up some dog food and something to stock her minifridge with.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 11:59 pm
Can't be Cured Quote: Amaya had made her trip to the cafeteria and then back again. After feeding Donner and then eating half a salad before not being hungry anymore, she looked around her room.
She guessed the dog was from the labs, so maybe she should thank those who got her gifts.
With a sigh she stood up and walked over to the intercom, pulling up a chair before pressing the number to Antony's duplex. Quote: Antony was alone in her duplex once again, tidying up various wood shavings and what ever else was laying around. At the sound of her phone ringing, she made her way over to the intercom and pressed the button before lighting a cigarette. She took a drag and leaned her back against the wall next to the intercom, "Hello?" Quote: "Hi Antony. It's Amaya." The girl said, her voice the same whisper it always was. She sounded tired and defeated. Even as she sat in front of the intercom her head and shoulders were slumped like she didn't have the energy to raise them. Quote: "Oh hey! ...Are you okay?" She pulled from her cig thoughtfully at the emotions she caught in the lizard's voice. Maybe she didn't like the gift? Quote: There was a long pause. What was the point in lying? She obviously couldn't fake it, nor did she have the energy to back herself up. "No. Not really." She sighed. Quote: "What's wrong," Antony asked, glancing sideways at the intercom as if a hard look would bring an answer more swiftly. "I hope it wasn't my gift..." Quote: "No, no. I actually called to thank you for it. It's really pretty." Amaya tried to reassure, though it was hard to sound positive when you didn't have much to be happy about.
"Just... something happened and... I dunno." She said, too embarassed to say any more. Quote: A sigh of relief was heard from her end of the conversation, but it was short lived as Amaya continued to sound beaten. "Do you want me to come over?" She murmured quietly, rolling her smoke between her thumb and index finger. Quote: There was another pause from the other line she talked into. She was scared and alone, the thought of having 15 eggs all born dead without ever having sex. The thought of being so animalistic that she would have an EGG instead of a child. The thought that her only wish, to have a family of her own, would only happen if the child was subjected to such a horrible life.
A sniffle came from the speaker. "Yes..." She whimpered as she began crying once more. Quote: "I'll be over in a second," the squirrel woman commented abruptly before the line went dead. After gathering a few things in her bag, Antony made her way to Amaya's duplex as quickly as possible, knocking on her door once arrived. "It's me," she murmured, snuffing the cigarette out on the doorframe. Quote: Amaya sniffed again and then stood up to put the chair away, sitting on her bed and petting the sleeping Donner absently until the woman knocked. The dogs ear twitched and he barked, jumping off the bed to run over to the door with his tail wagging.
She got up and opened the door, clawed fingers looping into Donner's blue collar to pull him back. "Hi." She said again, stepping aside and pulling her dog with her so Antony could come in. Quote: Antony immediately stepped past the dog and pulled the iguana girl into a hug, frowning deeply but remaining quiet for a while. "What's bothering you?" She finally asked, reaching behind her to shut the door so that the dog would not get ******** had been left at home for the time being since he had been sleeping. Quote: Amaya sniffled and hugged her back, letting Donner go. The australian shepard stopped barking and then set to sniffing around the woman's legs and tails.
"Everything." She sobbed, burying her her scaley snout into Antony's chest. Quote: "Everything? I see you got a dog too, is that bad?" Antony rested her chin atop Amaya's head as she continued to hold the younger woman to her. "Let's sit down, and you can tell me about everything?" Quote: "No." The iguana sniffed and shook her head before walking over to her bed and sitting down. She pulled her legs to her barreled chest, her muzzle resting on her knees.
"Promise you won't think any less of me?" She asked, yellow gaze looking up into Antony's pink eyes. Quote: The older woman offered her a small smile before sitting down next to her on the bed, chuckling softly at Amaya's comment. "Look who you're talking to... I promise." Quote: Amaya swallowed and then looked down, taking a shakey breath. She sniffed and wondered how she was going to word such a thing to the squrriel woman.
"I... before Christmas..." She started, her muzzle knitting into a deep frown. "I was pregnant." She blurted out. Quote: Of all the things Amaya could say, Antony was taken aback by the comment, and she coughed a couple times with wide eyes. "What? I thought we were too far from human to get pregnant?!" A panic started to rise in the squirrel woman, and she immediately counted the amount of birth control in which she had left in her duplex. Quote: This sent Amaya into another wave of dry sobbing. She held her head in her hands and tried to choke out the rest of her words.
"That's just it!" She cried. "I... I'm a virgin and... and..." Quote: Antony blinked, brain processing this information as best as it could, which wasn't fast enough. "Uh... How?" Unless Amaya was the next Virgin Mary, and if that were true so help the Island. Quote: "I dunno!" The girl cried again, sniffling. "I had... had EGGS. EGGS!" She screamed. "F- ... 15 of them!" She said hysterically. "Th-they were all dead!" She sobbed. Quote: If at all possible, her eyes grew wider, "Eggs?" She spoke slowly and very punctuated, coming to her senses enough so that she could stay calm for Amaya's sake. "I think... That makes sense sadly, and that none of this was your fault. None of it." Quote: Amaya sobbed and shoved her head in her knees. "I'm only 17..." She whimpered. "S'not supposed to happen..." Quote: "C'mere," she whispered, opening her arms again and motioning her over, "It happens to the best of us... At least you never had to... Have an abortion. It could have been much worse I'd say..." It was the best she could think of doing at the moment as far as comforting goes. Quote: The giant lizard leaned into her embrace to cry into her bosum, though her eyes remained as dry as ever now that she lost the ability to shed tears.
"A-all I wanted was a-a family some d-day... N-Now lookit me." Quote: "You are still yourself, maybe not physically... But you must not lose faith in the humanity left still. Despite us being animals, we still posess the ability to be beautiful. Hell, all it takes is faith in yourself..." She rubbed the lizard girl's back affectionately, offering her a soft smile, "Any crushes?" Quote: "He doesn't like me." Amaya whimpered, still sniffling and crying into her white fur. "I tried already." Quote: "His loss than," she said immediately, waving her hand, "There's no use pining over him, whoever he is... Is there anyone else around your age that's nice and cute?" Quote: The teen shook her head, her tears slowly dieing down to occasional sniffles. Quote: "I'm sure you'll find someone... There's that bird-like kid... Marsh something?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "I'm sorry to say that most of the guys I know are too old for you..." Quote: "Marshall?" Amaya asked for clarification, then shrugged and looked off to the side. "Alec's the only one I've ever really liked and I know for sure he doesn't like me." Quote: "I guess that's him..." She trailed off, attempting to cover up a surprised cough, "Alec? Isn't he turning aquatic?" Quote: "Yeah." She said, though stopped herself from telling her he was now bound to a wheelchair.
"He probably thinks I'm some whore or something now. He... saw everything." Amaya frowned, her crying having stopped and was replaced with defeat. "We had a fight before I realised I was..." She trailed off, unable to finish what she was saying. Quote: "Then he's a dickhead if he thinks that of you, and not worth your time," she stated seriously, shaking her head. "It's not like he's a virgin, so that'd be very ******** hypocritcal if he got mad at you for that." Quote: Amaya blinked. Alec wasn't a virgin?
... Well, that was to be expected. He was a nice guy and good looking before he came to the island. Most people had sex really early nowadays anyway.
She settled for giving Antony a nod, though wasn't sure what to say herself. Quote: Running her hand through her hair, Antony chose to steer the conversation in another direction, "What was the fight about?" Quote: The iguana sighed. "He took me out on a date on the cliffs so y'know... I thought he liked me. But when we were walking back home and I asked him he just kept yelling at me that he didn't know." Quote: Antony scoffed, scowling slightly. "He's a teenage boy, what do you expect? Driven by hormones, well... Probably not so much anymore... Then there's always the possibility that he wants to protect you, knowing that he's turning into a shark... Because, well... That sort of relationship would be hard to say th eleast." Quote: Amaya looked down, her scaley form still held in the older woman's embrace. "I don't care that he's turning into a shark." She said. "He needs someone to help him and..." She trailed off.
"Even though he doesn't like me, I still like him." Quote: "I know you don't care, but he might... And he's a douchebag for it. Relationships, whatever kind... Are give and take and a delicate balance. If the scale is tipped one way or another, it will collapse." She paused, running her hand along the back of her neck as her tails flicked amongst themselves behind her. "You've got to move on, pamper yourself for a while... Or just find a new man to lust over." A wink was sent her way along with a grin. Quote: Though the humor was lost on Amaya. Just forget about him? How was she supposed to do that? What guy in their right mind would love her? How was she supposed to pamper herself in this... this hell?
She sniffed and looked like she was about to cry again. "Kay..." Quote: "At least make your bullshit believable," she commented, shaking her head, "Listen, I know it's hard, and maybe even damn near impossible... But sulking around and feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to suddenly make him like you. That's why it's not good to linger on disappointing thoughts." Quote: What wasn't dissapointing here?
"I know." Amaya said as she pulled out of the embrace to hug her legs again. She had been around longer than most on the island. She had also been the first to reach the end. The girl knew all about how bad it was to linger on dissapointing thoughts, having battled with them for the entire year she had been trapped on this island.
But now... she was done. She couldn't do it anymore. Quote: "C'mon, let us have some fun... Have you ever been drunk?" She grinned, waggling her eyebrows at the iguana while nudging her playfully. "Just us girls." Quote: The girl just shook her head no, though didn't have enough energy to refuse this time. Quote: "Lovely, that is on our to do list then, but for now... What's your favorite thing to do?" Hopefully, she'd find something to cheer her up. Quote: Amaya thought for a long moment before shrugging and mumbling. "I dunno anymore." She said in her quiet voice. "I can't even remember the last time I had any fun." Quote: "Do you like to build things? Granted there aren't any cars to work on around here, but maybe we could talk to the staff and they'd let us have a sort of dune buggy for the beach... I could teach you to drive." Antony seriously doubted that the staff would let them have something like this, but what's the harm in trying? Quote: Yellow eyes looked up at her and she shook her head again. "I've never built anything before."
"Or drove." Quote: "Driving is so freeing... It's wonderful and I think you'd like it, but we'd have to ask the staff first, of course." This would be fun if possible. Quote: "Okay." Amaya said with a tiny headbob. Quote: "We also need to arrange an occasion for which you can wear the dress at, maybe a party of sorts on the beach...? It gets depressing here when there's nothing to do, you know?" Quote: "I don't really like parties..." The iguana trailed off, looking down at her lap. "I don't dance or anything." Quote: "Aw, well I'll think of an occasion for the dress then," she again smiled, standing up and stretching her legs. "See, I'm not so good at cheering people up, or rather cheering women up... Men are quite easy, but I doubt a massage and blow job will brighten your day eh?" Her eyes twinkled with amusement, a cheeky grin playing on her muzzle. Quote: Amaya watched her stand up, only giving a mumble in acknowledgment. It almost made her angry to see how well Antony had adjusted to such a life. Why couldn't she have that?
Why did nothing ever turn out good for her? Quote: Antony raised her eyebrows expectantly, "What was that?" Quote: "Nothing." She said, looking up at her. "Just don't really feel like talkin' anymore." She looked back down at her lap, her fingers fidgetting with the hem of her huge white t-shirt. Quote: Her patience had worn thin, and she let out a low, chittering hiss, "Well if my efforts to cheer you up are going to be wasted, then what am I doing here still? I don't have much tolerance for people who positively wallow in self pity. You know what I think Amaya? I think you either need to get medicated of find something else to busy yourself with. Boys are not worth pining over emotionally. I've been there and done that. It's nothing but pain and heartache. And sure, s**t on this island is ******** horrible, but it is what it is and we might as well make the most of it. Because just like Alec, there's no point in pining over how much life sucks." Through out this entire rant, she paced the room out of frustration, tails lashing behind her and reflecting her mood. Quote: ... Boys?! She thought all of her problems were just because of Alec?! Whether this was the case or not, Amaya had enough. She jumped up and started to yell, though it only sounded like a normal person talking with how low her voice was.
"My family is DEAD! People I considered my family here are DEAD! I will never have a family of my own and my life has been a living hell ever since I got here! Look at me! I'm a ******** LIZARD and I just had 15 EGGS come out of me without EVER having sex before!"
"I've been here and endured s**t longer than most of the people here! I'm sick of it and I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
She paused, her face contorting as she started to cry again. "So GET THE ******** OUT!" Quote: Her frustrated features curled into a set of much nastier and venomous ones, her red eyes amplifying her rage. Clearly, Amaya had struck a nerve. "Oh poor little girl, you act as if you're the only one with tragedy in their life. You know nothing of hell or demons that will haunt you the rest of your life, and I'm not talking about little things such as physical changes. I'm talking about things that haunt your soul till the day you ******** die." "My mother's dead, and my father... my only family, if he is alive is probably guilt ridden and broken. I have survived rape, an abusive relationship, miscarriages, and an abortion... So what you've been on the island longer than I have? What do you want for that? A gold ******** star and a pat on the back? Get over yourself." "You want to compare horror stories with me? Go the ******** ahead, but what good is it going to solve? What GOOD WILL IT DO YOU?! Will it make you human again? No. How about get you off the island? Nope. Maybe it'll make everything magically better again? Hmmm... Not a chance in hell." By this time Antony was near face to face with Amaya, and she was leaning down over her in a threatening fashion. She was shaking with anger and fury, and she sneered even, "What it will do is leave you hollow and cold, turning every day into the living hell you speak of. I'm not saying you haven't experienced hardships, but you're not alone here. You're not the only one going through this ******** bullshit you know." Quote: Amaya continued to back up until her tail bumped into the bed, cowering under the woman's gaze. "I know!" She finally cried when she was finished, collapsing to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Just leave me alone..." She sobbed, curling into a ball. Quote: "Sorry I bothered to help," she snapped, backing up and clenching her fists. Her temper had to be taken elsewhere, and she realized this and immediately turned and grabbed her bag, heading to the door. "******** grow a backbone," Antony growled before leaving and slamming the door behind her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 10:03 pm
[The following RP is backlogged to a couple days after Christmas]
Oblivious to any of the commotion outside or anything beyond her own head, Amaya had done nothing but cry tearlessly after Antony stormed out. Her sobs were probably loud enough to be heard by anyone passing her duplex.
She sat and rocked on her bed for near 20 minutes before stumbling to the bathroom, Donner having since become annoyed by her relentless sobbing and retreated under the bed.
Her huge hands fumbled with the medican cabinet, opening it clumsily and knocking things over before she finally grabbed a bottle full of asprin. Then she collapsed in front of the sink and rested her head on the edge, her hand still holding the bottle.
Amaya tried her best to think of a reason to keep living. To stay on this hellish island. She bet even the two people she was closest two were too disgusted of her to even be seen with her now. Antony hated her. Others she had long since considered family were dead as far as she was concerned, burried in the horrible graveyard in the middle of the forest.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 10:20 pm
Somewhere in a clearing in the Village, Alec lay as still as a slab on granite, face-down in the softened sand. Although the shock from his chip hadn't been more severe than usual, it still took the teenager awhile to come-to. Long enough for the dragonman to take his leave and long enough for a sand crab to begin lurking around his side to tentatively poke the questionably edible hunk of food in the middle of the jungle.
In a sudden jolt of life the boy arched his neck at first and merely stared around the area with wide, frightened eyes. He had no idea where he was or what had happened, knowing only that he was a significant distance from his chair and alone. As memories began flooding back in a slow process of recollection, a hollow feeling entered the pit of his stomach. Oh god, what had he done? He hadn't really done that, had he? That wasn't him, it wasn't possible. Someone was controlling his mind, they must've. Yet the metallic taste tickled his tongue like a mocking reminder. As the initial twitch had sent any scavengers scurrying for cover, Alec wasted no time in sorely getting to his knees. Firstly, he needed to get back to his chair. He was useless without it.
It took him awhile to edge his way over, clumsy, shifting knees one after the other to inch closer at an annoying pace. He was thankful that the grass entangling the wheels was acting like a false brake system seeing as the youngster hadn't figured that part of the contraption out yet. Thing didn't come with a manual, you know. Its worth to mention that even with this useful, natural aide the act of dragging oneself into a wheelchair without any form of leverage is not an easy task. Regardless, it was eventually done.
He was absolutely spent, mentally and physically. He realized he must have been spiralling himself into a nosedive but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out a solution. The self-destruction had to come to an end, something had to give. It was this thought that he held in his foggy mind as he pivotted his chair around, breaking a path through the Village towards Amaya's duplex. He needed to come face-to-face with the demons that were haunting him, needed to see the damage first-hand. If she was dead, he needed to see that too. The fear of his erradic behavior escillating kept his arms in motion as they pushed him along.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 8:28 am
The iguana continued to contemplate her fate, sniffing and eyeing the bottle of pills in her deformed hand. Her head rotated back and forth on the edge of the sink, staring at her bare lap. The scales that covered it disgusted her. The feeling of scale on tile instead of flesh made her sick. She was a monster that nobody could ever love. She wasn't even a girl anymore. A human. She had laid EGGS for crying out loud.
Even if she did find love and somehow had a child, what would it look like? It'd be stuck on this hellish island in a grotesque form between iguana and whoever she happened to love, with not even the slightest hints of being human at all. In the end, was it really worth it at all?
Yellow gaze moved back to the bottle and her thumb started to pop open the top.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 8:43 am
The sight was rather amusing to see, a sharkboy in a wheelchair parked outside of a duplex as he stared blankly at the closed door like a puppy that had been left out on a rainy day. This was crazy. He was more terrified now than he'd been for a long time. He mouth had long since run dry and his joints were trembling uncontrollably. "Five dollehs she's wi' som'un..." He murmured unconsciously outloud, knuckles resting on the barrier as he tried to will them to make a sound. Five dollars I find a corpse. The thought was there but he didn't dare utter it aloud.
Silence droned on as he sat stupidly infront of the door, unmoving.
"Can' do i'!" The boy suddenly announced as he began to spin his chair in another direction to flee like a coward. He probably would have succeeded as well if not for a sudden sound that sent him into a twitchy jolt. A dog had just then begun barking through the threshold at the 'trespasser'. At first the noise was foreign and confusing, for the life of him his mind couldn't decipher what it was. Slowly his memory began to work itself into motion and shamefully, he winced. Had it been that long since he heard a dog barking?
All this time he hadn't moved, the noise that didn't seem to belong held him still to delay his plans of escape.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 8:58 am
After Donner had shot out from under the bed and started jumping and barking at the door, it distracted Amaya enough that she turned and looked. The dog barked and barked, leaping at the door and scratching at the bottom to demand to see who was outside.
Yellow eyes stared at him for some time before she finally willed herself to stand, setting the pills on the sink. She swaggered to the door and flopped her hand on the knob, turning it just enough so Donner could nose all the way out and then bound over to Alec, sniffing around his chair with his tail wagging furiously.
She stood in the doorway, looking healthier than she had, but still thin and in even worse emotional distress. Reptilian gaze stared at Alec for some time before she started shaking. Her huge hands rose and hid her face before she retreated back inside, ashamed and disgusted at herself - though the door remained open.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 9:06 am
Alec jumped in his chair as he was bombarded with a hyperactive shepherd dog, instinctual eyes following the furry beast as he circled the stationary boy back and forth, nosing his arm with a wet muzzle. It had been so long since he'd eve seen a dog or felt its warm nose against his skin, he felt like a young boy giddy with amusement. He wished to God he could stoop down and pet it generously but he knew he could only sit and watch it fuss about him instead.
The commotion sufficiently distracted the sharkboy so that he hadn't even noticed Amaya's form peeking out from behind the door. He did manage to catch a glimpse of green as she dashed back inside however, and he stared at the open door in confusion and uncertainty. "Uh.... Maya?" His small voice somehow was able to project through the doorway though he felt frozen in his place. Was she alright? Had he actually seen that, or was his eyes playing tricks? He shook with the daunting idea that something had happened, his fears seeming more plausible than ever.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 9:15 am
Donner slobbered all over Alec's webbed hands, sniffing and pushing his cold nose against his grey skin. He sniffed at the back of his hair, at his deformed feet, then seemed to be satisfied. The aussie shepard headed back towards the duplex, his collar jingling.
Inside Amaya had since retreated back into the bathroom to hide, wedging herself behind the toilet and tucking into a ball with her five foot long tail curled up in front of her to help hide her face. Her snout was burried in her arms, tucked away from the world to make everything go away.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 1:53 pm
Alec waited for a response but heard nothing. He was hesitant to edge through the doorway for fear of what may be lingering inside or worst yet, if there was no one home at all. "uh..." He stuttered out loud as he sat there, unsure of the situation and of himself though as he watched the dog bound back inside, he realized it was his only choice now.
He rolled closer until his wheel bumped into the small, raised line of the doorway before pausing to look around. The dog had disappeared somewhere but it didn't seem like the place was in disarray. "Aneh'one 'ome?" He called out again before pushing over the barrier and wedging himself into the room. Completely empty and silent.
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