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 Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:01 am
You wake up feeling... odd. You notice that the center of the discomfort seems to be comming from your hands. As you watch the fingernails slowly darken and begin to grow to more of a point. You watch your fingers seem to scretch and reshape as your hands, or more likely called claws soon enough begin to form. You feel your toes undergoing something similar inside your shoes, but they don't seem to legthen enough to make the shoes unwearable. You feel a burning centered around your ears, and when you reach up to touch them you can feel them slowly pointing and changing shape. At the same time, you feel your sense of hearing adjust, as it becomes more accute than it once was. If you were to look at your own face you'd see that your eyes which the uncomfortableness has spread up to are changing colors... becomming more orange and more accute to the job of hunting small insects and such. Your eyes also burn a bit as they change, becomming slitted, but across, just like a yellow mongoose. Probably one of the most distinct things to change is your sense of smell. Suddenly you smell things you once couldn't. Your made very aware of your own scent, even as your musk glands begin to form. Some part of you wants to rub that scent over everything you own, just so people know it's yours. It's an odd sensation as your stomach aches a bit your tastes adjusting to a diet made primarly of meat... as mongooses hunt bugs mostly, the protien cravings grow. Last of all your tailbone aches and itches, as you reach back and feel it scretching, as fur begins to sprout down your back and to it as well. The top of your hands share the itchy feeling as they too sprout a yellowish fur. The tailbone painful grows into a short tail, your musk glands partially developed and usable. If any part of you feels fear you might react instinctivly, although it is likely you could supress it. Your left there, now like most of the island, not fully human. More alert, and more agile than you might have found yourself previously. But a part of your humanity is gone and cannot be recovered. ((Do a reaction post to follow the changes as they happen and how Lauren would react and your free to RP again.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:41 pm
Lauren blinked at the last thing she said before she woke up. The doc warned her about weird dreams but she had no clue they would be that bizarre and cheesy.
Just as fast as that thought hit her mind, it began. She looked down at her hands, fingernails growing, beginning to crack the fresh coat of paint as they grew revealing that they were turning black for real this time. They stretched as her hands trembled with the pain growing larger and longer. Lauren forced back the scream.
Must be strong, must remain strong I can't be weak! She looked up towards the angle of the room she knew a camera rested. Thorn forced a smile at the Doc, he had to be watching.
"I...aaammmmm...strongAH!" She yelled loudly unable to hide the pain she was fealing from her voice. She wanted to say more but couldn't as her mind went back towards the change, her feet growing the same claws as well. It seemed as if Thorn was being stretched out from every single one of her digits.
Her body ached, a pain similar to an extreme intinsified version of the kind of pain only a woman would know. Thorn thrashed as her muscles seemed to expand growing stronger as she filled out the skeletal frame of her body more. Hunger welled up through her gut as a sudden craving for spiders snuck into her mind.
SPIDERS!! Lauren asked herself both intrigued and disgusted at the same time.
Her ears burned as she could hear the stretching, it growing faster and louder, everything was louder. Her now overgrown claws more than hands reached up to feel the point similar to that of an elf. She imagined herself briefly as one member of the LOTR cast. A nervous and maniacal laugh escaped at that thought as well. Her as a Elf, that was funny. The invisible pull of her ears towards a point caused her whole head to ache. The sounds of the crickets were louder, she could also hear more insects chirping outside as her new ears seemed to twitch a bit. Somehow she knew the direction of one of the crickets.
The strain then reached her eyes, as a migrane from hell developed. The room's light seemed to pulse brighter, objects more defined. Thorn forced herself up towards the bathroom to watch as her eyes changed from a dull brown to an orange and slitted horizontally. She reached to turn on the light but quickly turned it back off as the change made them way to sensitive to deal with such a thing right now. Her head pounded like a brick had hit it just a few minutes ago one last time, the room becomming blurry and bright then pulsating towards an in between with sharply defined shapes. She could see details she never noticed before and Thorn knew that she would of never been able to notice them, well anyway that was before she... changed.
Thorn fell to a thud on the bathroom floor as she could not hold herself up anymore. "GAWWD DAMNIT!!" She screamed as she rolled into a little ball, her tailbone stretching out of her comfortable skin. It itched, burned, and throbbed all at the same time. Tan orange hair popped out growing around the stub that was shooting from her lower spine as it lengthed becomming a small tail. The fur grew longer and fluffed up around it, the tip a dull white similar to that of a fox.
That smell... The pain was starting to subside enough for Lauren to be able to reach down to feel her new tail. Her nose wrinkled up, twitched as she smelled the air, she smelled herself, a odd mixture of human and now mongoose musk. She could smell the sweat that beaded up during the change, she could nearly smell the adreneline rush she had previously. Everything around her already smelled like her but some part of her, a new part of her wanted it to smell like the new her. She forced her aching limbs up dragging herself around, the smell growing.
Mr. Moose was on the bed, his fur and beady eyes looking up at Lauren. Her heart welled up as the elongated claws reached out for him, hugging him, rubbing her scent on him and making him more hers. She crawled into bed going into a fetal position. The bed seemed different and she wondered if the floor would be more comfortable. Her long claws tore the blankets over her whole form as she made a minature tunnel to be caccooned within.
Then Lauren was knocked out, like a baby, sleeping the pain away. A smile was across her lips for most of the night and some of the next day as she slumbered soundly in a black oblivion of R.E.M.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 12:37 am
((Lauren starts keeping a journal, this was a day after she talked to Amaya so it's a bit back dated))
Dear ******** book I write about myself in,
I met Amaya accidently at the beach. She's 50% now, before me of course. Damn it she doesn't deserve that.
I feel like the largest fight is going on in my head. Sure it was great to mess with her head, telling her the truth of my love to watch the pain in transformations and how most people here deserve what's coming to them. But the mongoose genes just kept telling me I needed her, she wasn't my enemy. And then I started feeling agrivated about Moreau, cutting off my screen time because I am skipping classes. I totally missed Amaya transforming and havn't seen a transformation for weeks.
I broke down, my head spinning when she left. It felt like everything was spinning around me, like everyone was laughing at me. I wanted to run down and hug her, apologise and tell her I do care that everyone here is ******** and I wish that they weren't. How lame is that? But instead I stayed, also thinking about how I wanted to run in front of her and punch her, just punch her hard. I just want to rip my claws into something. I have a knife, only used it once and. . . that is something I don't want to think about. . .
I need some ******** sleep more later. I'm out.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 12:47 am
I've been inside here for awhile now. I'm forcing isolation to myself because I got to ******** win, the mongoose can't win. I don't like people and don't like being around them. They cause nothing but pain to me and only really give a s**t about themselves so why should I care about them?
I keep having weird dreams, about digging in tunnels to meet everyone on the island, and hugging them all. They all treat me as a friend and it feels so right. But then at the end they all turn into my dad. . . well it sucks like it used to let's put it that way.
I'm beginning to hate this. Why couldn't I turn into something like me, maybe a crocodile or a lizard like Amaya. No, had to turn into this creature, this thing is social aparently. I thought I was social enough but turns out I hate people cause I fight it so hard. I want to keep myself, why can't I keep myself?!?! What's going on make it stop make it stop!!!! My HEAD is spinning again.((hand writing becomes very sloppy and unreadable for a while))
I need to get out, I WANT to get out and meet more people. But is that the mongoose talking or just me? I'll stay in a little longer maybe tomorrow is the day or maybe I'll just stay here until I die. It's not too bad and here at least I know I'm winning the fight because the mongoose is loosing bad if it don't have it's friends around.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 5:03 pm
Joliette looked through her pile of envelopes she went through them as carefully as possible having already poked holes in the corners of many of them by accident with her new claws.
She found the one she was looking for and slid it under the door of her friend.
Note Enclosed with Merry Christmas Lauren I couldn't think of anything else to give my friends so I holed up in the darkroom for a few hours pouring through my Photographic work and thought you might like this one... ~Joliette
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 10:38 pm
When you awake you find Moreau had planned a very merry Christmas for you.
Laying all around the room are packages, when you start unwrapping them this is what you find.
Ipod w/ punk music, Large plasma wall television, DVD Player w/ movies, Xbox 360, collection of games for it, and finally a portable radio phone that can dial Moreau.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 8:04 pm
Lauren awoke to a room full a presents, all wrapped in colorful paper and bows. She checked the tags, everyone of them was from Moreau, except a small one, in the shape of a letter. That was from Joliette.
In a normal fashion, Lauren chose to open that one first, squinting her eyes as she tried to figure out what it was a picture of. Some landscape. . . artic maybe? Oh well, I geuss it's alright Lauren thought, being the currently spoiled brat that she was. She stuck a couple of thumb tacks through it, hanging it on the wall in the collage of sketches and magazine rippings that were currently taking residence there.
Then off to the large ones, greedily Lauren ripped into box number one. . . the largest one. A HUGE plasma wall tv.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Hoo my GOD HOH MY GOD!!!!" She screamed and hollered enough her neighbor probably heard it, but then again she was used to the LOUD noises always emitted by Lauren by now, and judging that she avoided Lauren like the plague, she hated her for those noises.
Of course, the way people do when someone doesn't guide them to the order of their presents, Lauren opened the games before the Xbox 360. This kind of took the punch out of the gift but still made her squee with delight. Her smile probably couldn't get any bigger. Tearing at the portable radio box, Lauren was happy to be in contact with Moreau more often. Perhaps this meant more video time on the changes. She really missed seeing the islanders squirm in the horror of their transformation.
The last one was what got her the most, if only for the nostagic value. Lauren opened the present and just sat there in the huge pile of wrapping paper staring at the box. Like gold she removed the item. . . it was an iPod.
A bit different, but it LOOKED exactly like the one her mother gave her before she died, the one her mom gave her the last Christmas Lauren would ever see her.
Tears of joy welted into her eyes as she thought of Moreau. He cared about her, he MUST of known. He must of known that it was stolen when she had ran away. He must of known that she mourned it's loss for weeks, until she found that crying only got the crap beat out of you on the streets. Belying that lesson, the tears ran to the floor as Lauren felt more daughter like about Moreau than ever.
She shook off those feelings, turning on the radio phone. "Thank you fath. . . Moreau." Lauren said with the most respect and loyalty one could ever rely with those 3.5 words.
And after that, she put on her headphones and set up her pimping entertainment system. Now, she could definately start on that friend thing the mongoose craved.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:30 pm
That night, at 3am on the dot, there is a LOUD sound of an explosion, originating from the sky above the Island. Looking out, or anyoune outside would look up to see a brief fireball in the sky. Following that, any power that is on begins to flicker, going through a few brownouts before finally shutting down altogether. If you happen to be awake at that point - you would notice all the lights around you, any electronic equipment that wasn't battery operated flicker and die. However, within a few seconds of the final powersurge and failure, you find yourself being pulled into a forced unconsciousness.
When you wake up, it is midafternoon the following day, though it would vary within a few hours depending on the individual. You are NOT in your duplex. You wake up to find yourself in a deep tunnel that appears almost like it was dug by an animal, but sized for you. Timothy is in there as well, a little further up.
All of the buildings on the island are in 'shutdown' mode. This means that everything is locked tight. If you attempt to force your way into any of the buildings, your own duplex and the Town Hall included, then you will find that from the outside at the very least, they are impenetrable. If any window was broken - it is now fixed. All of the lights are off - in every building. Even the electric fence surrounding the main laboratory is turned off - though still closed. Attempts to break into the main complex will be met with equal lack of luck as breaking into a duplex or the town hall.
The only items you have on you are the items that you would have been wearing when you were asleep/fell unconscious: including clothing and perhaps a few battery-powered electronics IF You would have been wearing them. That's it. Everything else is where you left it - if it was in your duplex, it still is and you can't get to it.
There is no sign of what happened to the staff. The labs are quiet from the outside.
Welcome to the Wild.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 9:35 pm
It was almost like a dream, a bad one. Lauren heard the explosion when she was in bed, holding Mr. Moose in her arms sleeping soundly in her black tank top with a large silver spider on the front and her black underwear to match. She didn't like to sleep in much, it felt like she was suffercating but nothing at all felt just too naked. She didn't see the fireball, only saw her alarm clock shut off immediately as she collapsed into the oblivion she had come to know as Moreau's sleep.
And everything was black but she could see a tiny bit. Dirt was all around Lauren. "WHAT THE ******** IS UP WITH THIS!!" She said at first waking up lazily but then jumping to her feet as she found she was no longer in her room.
She just wanted to get out back to her duplex.
Holding Mr. Moose tightly, because he ******** had to come along for the ride, Lauren moved on. No matter how embarrassing it would be to get caught with him, she couldn't leave him behind he was too special to her, too much of her past.
Trudging along the tunnel, her clawed feet helped give traction to the freshly dug dirt. She wondered who dug the tunnel, did she dig this freakin tunnel. "********" She said to herself, "If I did, this is huge."
Who did this? Was the question running around in her head. Moreau would never do something like this to her but non of the islanders had that capibility.
She trudeged along, hopeing someone was near "Hello?" She asked. "Am I the only god damn person in this huge ******** hole?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 9:38 pm
Timothy was in the middle of a dream involving Vasile that was rather... compromising. When he heard something, he didn't understand as a voice came out of Vasile's mouth. ""Am I the only god damn person in this huge ******** hole?" was what he said.
Though the qoute was maybe apprioate the voice was all wrong. Then Timothy snapped awake. Where the hell was he.
"Hello?" he said back.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 9:43 pm
Lauren ran up hearing the hello, not really putting two and two together as to figuring out who was talking until she was right up on him.
"OH Crap." Lauren looekd down at Timothy, "Just you." He would be no help at all in getting out of here. Tons of luck she was in.
And not to mention, she hated him still from the first time they met, when he called her a skeleton. She smelled a different feint musk in the air. She feintly saw a white stripe, a skunk how perfect.
"IS anyone ELSE in this god damn hole" She yelled hopeing for someone of use.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 9:46 pm
"Ugh..." Timothy sat up and rubbed his messy black hair. "What hole, where are we?"
Timothy had been avoiding people in general lately... he'd spent a lot of time being introverted in his room. The last thing he expected was to wake up here with just her.
He would have made a comment back to her rudeness but he was too much still waking up. Something was missing though, something he always had with him expect when he slept.
"Where's my guitar!?!" he said and jumped up.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 9:51 pm
Lauren stood there crossing her arms, her moose plushy dangling from her hand just totally ruining the tough stare she was giving, "If I knew where we were, I wouldn't be running around like a moron trying to find an exit now would I?"
Lauren started paceing around, "And as for your guitar, it's probably in the same place as. . . my clothes." She didn't seem ashamed to be in her underwear odly enough but then again, there were many times on the streets when she had been left with only skimpy clothing to live in for weeks.
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