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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 11:20 am
Cross posted from Antony's journal, since it technically happened here. 8D; She is in fact alone, and please don't change that. [Unless you want your character to be flung down the mountain. sweatdrop ]
Antony needed to go over what had happened, but felt that she indeed had to be alone. Entirely alone.
With Jamal gone and her hangover mostly dissipated, today looked like a great day to do just that.
I hike up to somewhere up on the mountain would be a nice place to go. No one around if she decided to blow off some steam. No one 'strange' around to set her off, to confirm her worst fears: that she would never see her father, her only family, ever again. That all she had worked for was now gone, forever.
After packing a couple packs of cigarettes and her fully charged laptop into her messenger bag, Antony grabbed a bottle of water and left her duplex.
Luckily for her (and them), she did not run into anyone on her way to the semi-mountain's base, and she was quite happy for that.
The hike itself took a couple hours, and Antony didn't mind in the least, it was good exercise and she had loads of steam to blow off. The burning of her muscles satisfied her, and she continued to push on. Push through the pain and the gain would come later.
Midway up to the cliffs, Antony found herself at a sort of plateau. Considering the time of day and the length of time it had taken to get to this altitude, she decided that this place was far enough from 'civilization' for her at the time being.
Pulling the bag from her shoulder, she set it as far away from the edge of the mountain as possible before digging out a pack of smokes and her lighter, immediately lighting up and taking a few consoling puffs. Pack discarded next to her and lighter replaced in her pocket, Antony sat and stared at the view she now had. She could see the village, the duplexes, and the lab facility she had been taken to upon arrival.
Her stomach lurched as she remembered the injection the man gave her. A piece of the puzzle fell into place in her mind.
There had been no waiver, no 'please don't sue me' release forms... No paperwork at all. There was always paperwork and forms galore to be had when someone was sticking something foreign into someone else's body. They had them at Owl's shop, at the hospital, and even at her chiropractor. There were ALWAYS forms.
Why hadn't she noticed this before? Maybe if that damn black man had let her smoke in the bloody helicopter she would have! A prickle of burning hate tingled up the back of her spine and became increasingly noticeable as the truth became apparent.
But she had a return ticket, didn't she? The packet had said round trip, and that meant plane tickets home. Home to her father, home to Owl, and home to her life, her careers... With a last strand of hope, Antony snuffed out the spent cigarette on the rock that she had been sitting on and practically dove into her bag, pulling out the packet she had been sent to her.
It had to be here. She checked, double check, and triple checked the papers, each search through becoming more frantic. The only information about a return trip she could find was that at the end of the two weeks, they'd (Who the hell were 'they' anyways?!) have her ticket back. That didn't offer her much hope.
Tossing the papers roughly back into her bag, Antony growled and lit up another cigarette. Minutes later she was finished and another was immediately procured and lit.
Her hands were shaking and she had paled considerably.
She had to leave this island, had to! Her father was the only blood family she had, and she was all he had in the world. Wife dead shortly after his daughter's birth, and his own parents dead from age. Both of Antony's parents were only children, so no brothers or sisters.
No one. She was it. She was all he had.
And now she was gone.
The woman violently shook her head, forcing herself from believing that he'd be alone. There was still a chance she could get home... right?
How could someone do this?! When he had no one else...
Antony slammed her fist into the rock under her, gritting her teeth into a snarl when she felt the sharp pain reverberate up her wrist. She had forgotten about the cuts. Shaking her hand out and picking bits of rock out of her newly cut knuckles, Antony felt her blood boiling.
Her father was innocent. He worked hard, and he didn't deserve to have his only daughter ripped from his life.
What would he think? What would he do? Would he be okay?
Questions ran through her mind, clouding it as she became angrier and angrier.
This was not FAIR! It was a childish conclusion, but Antony didn't care, instead standing up and facing the direction of the lab. She stared, chest heaving as she tried to keep her anger under control for now.
Moments later, she was hefting a softball size rock at the shiny building. So much for under control.
She screamed, she yelled, and after a while she could barely keep her curses coherent. Her eyes burned, but she didn't know she was crying. No one could see her.
Rocks, sticks, and whatever she could get her hands on continued to be flung towards the building, but they simply landed somewhere in the jungle between the ridge and the lab. This didn't matter to her anymore, blind rage having taken over her senses.
Eventually, the woman ran out of energy.
Sinking back against a rock face, Antony weakly slid down till she was sitting. Numbness, that was all she could feel, yet still, she refused to believe her clear fate. Whether she was clinging to a small sliver of hope, or she still couldn't face the possibility that her father would have to die alone, she did not know. She did know that her father would believe that he was the reason for her death. He had bought the raffle ticket after all.
What a great vacation this was turning out to be...
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 9:56 pm
---New RP---
Jamal had always been a heavy sleeper...the explosions on the outside were merely interpretted as something in his dreams and he snorted heavily and rolled over, the light flickerings not affecting him in the least for the same reason. Little did he know just what he was going to experience when he woke.
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Chirp.
Chirp chirp chirp.
Jamal grunted and rolled over, feeling a soft ache swelling in his head like the beginnings of a headache, a hand moving to fumble clumsily for his blanket. It was a bit chilly, which was odd, as he hadn't been cold once since his arrival at the island. When his hand met nothing except a surface that was uncharacteristically sharp and hard, he furrowed his brow and tried on the other side. Dammit, did he pass out on the table again?
Cheep. Cheep chirp.
The black man grumbled, eyes still closed, as he couldn't seem to find his blanket. Dammit...he had to be on the table. How in the hell did THAT happen? And what was making that godawful chirping noise? ******** birds? He really needed to get that window fixed.
CHIRP.
"OW WHAT DA ********?!"
Jamal bolted upright as a sharp, stabbing pain to his right n****e struck, eyes flying open quickly enough to see a large bird of some sort jump back a few feet and stand with it's wings partial flared...a long-legged bird of some kind. What the ********?! Had that thing just bit his man boob?!
He was a little more than confused as he soon realized that he was not in his duplex nor anywhere that he even recognized. The open air all around him except for one side, which was solid rock, made him flare his nostrils in a mild panic and he skittered back against the earlier mentioned rock as soon as he also realized that he was on the very edge of a high cliff.
Chirp. Chirp Cheep Chuuurit! The bird cocked it's head and reached out with it's sharp beak to try and pick at Jamal's toes. The black man would have crawled into the mountain if he was able, but instead he kicked the air wildly at the avian and shouted, eyes flashing angrily.
"GIT DA ******** AWAY YOU ********' BUZZARD," he bellowed, grabbing a handful of gravel and throwing it as hard as he could at the bird. The large avian skittered back a few more paces and would have given Jamal a reproachful look if it was able. Instead, it made a loud screech noise and decided to relieve itself right here on the cliff, then turned to pick at a pile of sticks that had to be a nest of some sort. Jamal grunted and rubbed at his face, glancing down at the rock that he sat upon, and realized it was covered in bird feces.
"UGH. UGH UGH UGH s**t WHAT DA ********?!" he screamed, jumping to his feet, which were bare. "Ohhhhhhh Jesus ********' CHRIST!" He started to do a badly imitated tap dance around the cliff as he sought to find a place that wasn't digusting, a look of absolute rage plasted on his broad features. This was NOT funny and someone was going to die as soon as he figured out what was going on.
Finding a place that was somewhat clean, he sat back down and stared in disbelief over the cliff to look at the jungle and buildings below....he was so high up. In a way, it reminded him of the time he went up in skyscrapers back in Detriot...but...this wasn't the same. None of this made any sense.
Chreeep. Cheep...chript!
"SHUT DA ******** UP." Jamal whirled around, fist waving, and scowled at the bird, which had snuck up behind him and was then reaching out to tug on the little tails of his cornrows which were woefully out in the open air thanks to the fact his du-rag (and tank for that matter), where in his duplex. The bird honked and strutted away skillfully from the black man's waving limb as though random men appeared on it's ledge every day.
His fists clenched as he beat his knuckles on the rock below, a sudden temper flaring. What the hell. WHO thought this was funny? Did they know who they were messing with?!
This called for a smoke. A good, long...very intoxicating smoke.
Thankfully he had worn his jeans to bed, as was common for him, and he was relieved to find his pockets still had joints in them, wrapped carefully in their usual bandana fragment. The gun lighter was still present also, thankfully. <********' b*****d...someone gonna die when I get off this ********' mountain so HELP ME ********' GOD," he screamed into the open air before jamming the blunt between his lips and lighting it, having difficulty because it was windy up there and his hands were shaking both from nerves and from sheer anger.
Chreeeeep.
Jamal whirled and snarled at the bird, clamping the joint firmly in his mouth as he hauled himself from sitting to all fours, then to a two-legged run as the avian skittered away. The bird squawked and flailed it's wings before it evaded the black man's hands by taking to the air, sailing effortlessly off and away higher up the mountain. Jamal's chest heaved from the sudden movement, hands still raised as though he was going to choke the s**t out of something. They were eventually lowered when Jamal came back to his senses and he returned to the semi-clean spot on the cliff, puffing on his joint like a wounded child.
Someone was going to pay for this. Oh yes.
He bellowed another string of nonsensical swearing, probably loud enough for anyone near the mountains to hear, as it would probably echo something fierce.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:13 pm
As for Kim ? Well asleep by the time the explosion occured... awaken by the noise, only to be knocked out before she could grap what was going on.
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"GIT DA ******** AWAY YOU ********' BUZZARD,"
The sound resonated and echoed, making the form on the opposite end stir sightly... She was laying on the rocks, hairs covering most of the body almost like a blanket... old white, hole-ridden fabric seen, as well as pink panties. On her side was strapped a small bag... containing tester, stips, insulin, and everything else she needed. She was used to waking up in the middle of the night in panic with low blood sugar... Her caution was probably her saving grace, the situation in mind.
Where an I and who is screaming... It was the first thought that entered her mind as she noticed her face was against something hard... Brown eyes opening to see rocks, taking in a sharp breath of surprise and managing to sit, vincing as her feet laid on the shap rocks.
"....What the HELL ?!?" Kim rarely cussed, in english anyway, but now seemed like a good time to start. Where was she ?!? It was too real to be a dream... too real. And she was shaking too much for it to be a dream.
She knew exactly what her problem was... her first reflex was going to the bag and preparing the sringue the best she could, giving a few more colorful words as she missed her vein a few times before the needle finally entered the skin where it was intended. She threw the whole back in the bag once she was done, huddeling against the side of the mountain, waiting for her shakes to calm down. She couldn't do much in the meanwhile - coerent thinking itself seemed out of the question.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:19 pm
Jamal heard nothing coming from the lower part of the mountain, his own colorful language overflowing the air before him as he screamed and yelled between puffs on his joint. Rocks flung off into the open air as he was able to grab them, sailing down towards the jungle and mountain bottom without a care for what or who might be down there. He was stuck. ******** stuck on a huge rock full of bird ********' jesus christ I'm gonna tear dat red-haired b***h apart wit' ma bare hands," he snarled in reference to Aubrey, finding her to be the only true staff person he could put a face too. If he had ever met Moreau, it'd be different, but Aubrey would have to do.
His temper curbed only slightly as the intoxicating drug began to work on his system.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:26 pm
Kim simpely watched as rocks found their way down, thanksfully none landing near her. She glanced upward... nothing but a mountain... of course. But someone had to be there... Birds didn't quite cuss and b***h that way.
She still didn't dare to move... that is, until something... felt on her shoulder. She wished it was a rock... But it was white. And smelled... like s**t.
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"AUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH EW EW EW EW EW EWWWWWWWW !!!!" She wailed at the top of her lungs, grapping a rock and ignoring her own shaking as she tried to whipe the bird s**t off her t-shirt. Thankfully the hole was on the OTHER shoulder...
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:30 pm
Jamal grumbled, losing steam slowly yet surely as he was comforted by the gentle wrapping of a high, eyes still narrowed harshly as he stared off into the distance. How the hell was he going to get home? Seriously, this was not even funny.
"AUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH EW EW EW EW EW EWWWWWWWW !!!!"
The black man paused, joint held daintily in the air just past his lips as he heard some sort of high-pitched garble of noises echoing up from somewhere below him. What the hell?
He shifted forward onto his hands and knees, the joint returned to his lips, and crawled forward on the bird-s**t covered cliff to peer over the edge, looking for the source. He couldn't see down all that far, as ledges and whatnot obscured the view pretty well....but someone had to be there.
Ignoring the fecal matter, he flopped onto his chest and tried to hang over the edge of the cliff a little more to get a better view. Had he not been somewhat high, he probably would have NEVER done that, but it seemed like a good idea right then.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:36 pm
Right now, the notion that there had to be someone up on the mountain was far lost in Kim's mind, as she finished scraping off what she could and threw the rock as far as she could. She had yet to bother trying to put a name on the voice, as well...
She rested her head on her knees, mumbeling something in her mother tongue as her body started to finally calm down... and her mind starting to awaken.
There had been a big, huge noise... then nothing. What the hell had happened.
Then she remembered hearing things at the top of the mountain.
She slowly worked herself to her feet, hissing a bit each time she took a step, distancing herself in hope to be able to distinguish something.
But without her glasses, all she could make out where blurry blotches of color...
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:40 pm
Jamal peered down over the cliff edge, sliding forward slowly inch by inch, unaware of the dangerous thing that he was really doing. Was that...
"WHO DA ******** BE DAT?" he roared, seeing movement far, far below, slipping a little as he exhaled and scrabbling backwards rapidly so more of his body was on the rock, not hanging over the rock face. Wow, that was close.
It was then he realized that the joint he had been smoking was missing and was flittering downward towards the mountain's base, flicking ash away into the wind as it fell. The black man watched the tiny white stick disappear from sight with a very forlorn expression on his face, forgetting that someone was down there.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:45 pm
The scream made the small girl tense and sent a chill trough her spike... She almost dashed off running right then.
Stay calm... Stay calm... If I panic ill't only get worse...
She wasn't listening to her own advice very well.
"KIM !" She yelled back in answer, eyes narrowing as if it could somehow give them some focus. Brown... ...Brown !!!! She knew only one guy with brown skin on the island... But her lack of precise sight did not tell her how dangerously he was laying.
"JAMAL, THAT'S YOU ?!?"
They probabely looked and sounded very stupid, but she couldn't care less.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:49 pm
"HOW MANY OTHA' ********' NIGGAS YOU KNOW ON DIS GODDAMN ********' ISLAND," came the very loud, very irrate snarl from above.
Jamal was very unhappy. Not only had he woke on a bird-s**t cliff in the middle of nowhere, but he'd lost his blunt and was being asked stupid questions. He slapped the offending rock surface with open palms and seethed quietly.
This so better not be turning into a horror flick...because the black guy ALWAYS was the first to die. It was an unspoke rule in situations like this.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:52 pm
Kim hmphed a bit in answer, too soft for him to hear.
Well thank you gumpy mc grump...
Somehow, heaven only knew how, she managed not to b***h him off un return, only giving an eyeroll.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:55 pm
Hearing nothing in response, Jamal set off in another long string of obscene language and heaved himself forward again over the cliff edge, again peering down at the blurry form way below him.
"HOW DA ******** DID YOU GET OFF SO EASY?" he called, his voice very clearly showing the fact that he thought that whomever had chose their waking places wanted to really screw with him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:57 pm
...Get off.
Uh.
"I DUNNO, I WOKE UP HERE AND THEN A BIRD SHAT ON MY FREAKING SHOULDER !" Screw politeness, after all. "I WAS ALLREADY DOWN !" Impossible that she had felt... from this high, she would probably have broke something.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 11:01 pm
Jamal said something to the effect of "GRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH" and beat the stone again before sliding backwards out of view, standing up on bare feet once more, and tried to decide how to get down. He'd have to climb, obviously, but that was a HELLUVA long way down. It'd take hours, to be sure, if he could even find a path. The way the rocks jutted out and about, it was going to prove to be dangerous.
But he didn't know that, being high as a kite. Hell, as he looked over the edge, he could have saw an escalator straight to the bottom...it didn't look like it'd be all that hard to him at all. Hell, he could even jump down...
He'd die in the process, but it seemed like a good idea.
The black man casually let a foot dangle off the edge of the cliff as he considered that idea, very clearly not in the right mind.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 11:07 pm
But then, Kim didn't see a thing... well, not clearly enough to be 100% sure of what the hell he was doing, anyway. But the blurry shapes where enough to seriously send her into wondering what the ******** was going on.
She could ask, really... But she really, really, REALLY didn't feel like putting up with the smartass answer she was likely to get in return, and damnitall she wasn't his mother. Right now confusion and annoyance where taking over her usually pretty tame and careful nature, yet she still looked trough the mountain to try to see if there was a possible way down... Because she sure as hell wasn't going UP.
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