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 Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 10:52 am
"What happened while I was gone....?"
March 04, 2006Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey could hear a few people in the cafeteria so she headed in there first.
She opened the door with a smile and a wave, though the overwelhming attitude of the place seemed... off.
"Colche!" was her first reaction, dropping her duffle bag of goodies and opening in her arms to her. But as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she noticed she looked...different. What the hell? SHE alone was in charge of Colche's development...how the hell did she change? Who could have possibly had her access codes to her files except Moreau..and he had been with her. She tried to surpress the anger in her eyes from Colche, but her jaw muscled flexed on her face.
Taking a second glance around the room she noticed... well, to be honest, they all kind of...smelled. And looked...really dirty. And Amaya... oh god. She hadn't been aware anyone would be changing while Nick was away, but she definately had. And not for th better, the poor girl.
Then her eyes settled on Rex and her eyes narrowed. Now just who in the hellwas THIS? Colche Colche was up from her seat before you could say jack rabbit. Showing that, well known cheetah speed she pounced aubrey with a loud shout "Aubrey!" she held tightly to the older woman and started to gabble a whole load of nonscence "thinkeddeadwithblackbirdwentboomoutsidelotsnrainnallnotnicewiththenofoodins" She gabbled this so fast perhaps Aubrey wouldn't understand a word of it but it was probably her longest speach ever, despite the fact that she didn't take a breath between the words. "youback, youback, youback!" she giggled, though her giggle was strangely distorted with that happy puurr she made which rumbled deep from her chest. She was just so glad to see Aubrey back again, all her aches and pains, and even her steak were forgotten. "missed,no leavey gain, plea?" She lifted her head her blue eyes begging Aubrey not to go away again. It was bad times without her there. Kim Nguyet Kim... setteled to looking really, really confused, and attempted to eat her sushi... Even if it was... well... raw fish. What on earth was pocessing her ?!?
The attempts at using the chopsticks where... not working very well, which frustrated her quite a bit. She KNEW how to drive chopsticks damnit, she went to asian restaurants all the time !
Reminder of her long fingers... Well oops. Maybe she should just use THEM as chopsticks... Sightly annoyed, she gave up on that for a moment and sipped from her soda, listening to the conversation around her. Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose dashed into the cafeteria like a starving man who hadn't seen food in weeks - which was not too far from the truth. The scents, Hogod the scents! There was meat, meat of every array - cooked and clean and that didn't have to be killed or put over a fire.
For the moment, the other people in the cafeteria didn't matter to the bedraggled wolfman - it was all he could do to stop himself from bodily tackling the buffet bins and shoveling food into his mouth. Before even saying hello to anyone, or even really looking at anyone, Ambrose was tray-in-paw, and ladeling huge spoonfuls of meat onto his plate, spearing a big steak, and grabbing several pieces of sushi (a few were popped into his mouth rudely before taking a seat).
As he turned back to the table to take a seat, however, Ambrose just.... stopped.
SEVERAL things clicked to him at once. Colche... had changed again.... Amaya.... was that even Amaya? - was also there - covered in scales from head to tail... and... her lovely raven locks now gone. Both of them had arrived after he had - and now both of them had changed more than he.
But that didn't top the final site that stopped him cold. Aubrey?? Aubrey. She was standing there, Colche in arms, like nothing was wrong. His ears flattened to his head and a snarl met his lips as he finally goaded himself to movement and set his tray down hard next to Amaya, glaring at the confused-looking woman.
"Aubrey?!" Ambrose growled. "Where... what.... WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED?!" He snapped, confusion and hurt in his voice. Angelina Swanson Angelina was happy to let Ambrose confront the Feral Labs lady. She had never really met her, though COlche seemed happy enough to see her. She would watch, so she just sat down with a plate full of food and took a mental inventory of everyone that was there. She swallowed nervously at Amaya... wondering if she would end up looking like that one day. Amaya Vaughan Amaya stared at Aubrey as she made her pressance known. She didn't know how to react... They had shut them all outside for months and then just came back acting like nothing was wrong? ... Though even though she didn't know the woman very well she had a hard time believing she was behind it. But why would they do something like that? Was it some stupid test? What about the two bodies? She wanted to jump into yelling and questions, but when her lips parted only a low, reptilian hiss emitted from her mouth on it's own accord.
The only thing that stopped her was the slam of Ambrose's tray next to her. She literally jumped, her tail twitching slightly behind her on the ground as green eyes looked up at him, then back to Aubrey. The iguana-girl didn't seem to even realize she had just been hissing.
Everyone else now was only backround noise, all her attention focused on Aubrey as she glared. Her tail slid behind her, back and forth as it gently brushed the ground in aggitation. Rex Vadnais Rex tried not to stare, studying the girl that entered. She was certainly well dressed and compared to the majority of them, looked like a queen. He waved politely across the room then watched Colche zoom towards the girl and nearly take her down like a linebacker. A smile stretched ear-to-ear as he watched the adorable cheetah girl.
He watched the girl stare at her food, confused as hell. "Uh.. you like sushi too, huh?" He said, trying to strike a conversation, "Oh, what was your name, again? I seem to have missed it."
Again, his gluttonous eating was disrupted by a surprise entrance of Ambrose the wolf-man! He watched, half in horror and half impressed that he could put the food away so quickly. He almost broek into applause when he sat down, but sat quietly in utter confusion instead when he spoke to the Aubrey woman. He hadn't even noticed the other girl come in after Ambrose. If he just listened, maybe he'd figure out what the hell was going on. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey stroked Colche's hair, to comfort herself more than her surrogate daugher at this point. Something was definately wrong, the hostility in the room finally materializing with Ambrose snapping at her.
She was confused and angry - why the hell where they yelling at her. COlche, she could possibly imagine getting lost out of the jungle or forgetting to shower - but Ambrose looked like s**t and that was sure as hell one giant red flag.
She gently tried to push COlche off her with a scritch behind her ears. "I'm back, Colche," she consoled robitcally, turning her attention to Ambrose. "What the hell do you mean what happened? That's what I what to know?? I haven't been around if you didn't notice." Aubrey's voice was hot with anger, but thick with confusion. Colche The slender cheetah girl clung tightly to Aubrey still puuring happily before Ambrose shouted and her eyes fled to him. She had never heard him shout before it was a scary thing. She made an uncomfortable little sound and snuzzled her short snout in to Aubreys tummy "no shouty bad, back now, sokay" her voice was muffled by Aubreys clothes but she was just so glad to see her the tribulations of the jungle and being out in the wet were fortgotten. At least until she sneezed and turned her perfect, doleful blue eyes up at Aubrey "got sneezes" she stated rather simply, though she allowed Aubrey to push her away a bit she wasn't about to let her 'mother' out of her sight at least for a little while.
Like the rest of them she had llost what little weight she had started to put on being in a cushy environment and ti had nothing to do with ehr latest transformation. She had eaten sparcely on her wanderings through the jungle and her belly reminded ehr of this now "sit! eat!" she stated, still clinging to Aubrey, she wanted her steak, but she didn't wnat to leave Aubrey just yet, if anything bad happened, Aubrey would make it okay, she really didn't like Ambrose shouting, but Aubrey would make it alright again. Kim Nguyet "Im Ki-" And then she was cut up. Ambrose slaming the tray down almost sent her flying into Rex's arms like a damzel in distress, but instead she only sightly jerked in his direction. The air in the cafeteria was tick with confusion and frustration and she really didn't like it, and it was evident from the way she moved, and the way that she had completely forgotten about her meal. She just felt scared all of sudden.
"...We where out in the jungle... Nothing worked at all, everything was locked... We're been there since... Uh..." She took the first device that her hand reached to, checked the date - and bluted something in a foreign language that was probably better kept this way, before adding something sightly more understanble. "Two months ?!?"
Suddently it was almost as if she felt ill. Along with the atmosphere in the room, it almost felt as if she was choking. What the hell was up with her ?!? She had seen fights before. And been parts of some. But right now she was scared stiff. She needed to go, needed to get out of here...
Her stomach gave a turn, and she darted up. "I-I don't feel so... Im sorry, I... I..."
The words confused herself in her mind, and she found outside before she could even finish any of her sentences, going to her duplex, to the calm, to the peace... Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose's first, gut reaction was skepticism. How in the hell couldn't Aubrey know what had happened to them!! They were locked out, they had to be behind this - the helicopter crash, everything. But.... the snarl slowly faded on his lips although his ears still remaind pinned back.
This was Aubrey, after all. And each and every time he had gotten mad at her it had eventually disappated. While the woman's.... priorities were certainly in a blender - 'evil' or 'deceitful' were about as far from this woman's vocabular as 'kind' and 'benign' were from Moreau's.
He looked to Colche, suddenly feeling guilty for yelling at Aubrey. His ears lowered and he glanced to the ground, sighing.
Ambrose patted Angelina's hand as she took a seat next to him and looked quickly to Amaya, his eyes speaking of sympathy and talking at a future point.
"You... you mean you don't know??" He was flabbergasted. "You haven't been here?? Where did you go?! Was Moreau behind all of this?!? We were locked out! The electricity JUST turned back on!"
He nodded to Kim, confirming her synopsis, but doubletaked. It had been two full months? Dear lord. He didn't wait to take a rough bite of the sloppy joe on his plate. He was starving. He felt guilty - he smelled the girl's fear as he shouted - but in his mind, the outburst was deserved, even IF Aubrey wasn't technically at fault.
"I'm sorry, Kim" He winced quietly as she fled. Angelina Swanson Angelina sat and just listened for now. She waned to know why she hadn't changed... if she was going to...and into what. But not now. She would feel selfish asking now. And she didn't want to be told she was turning into a barnicle or a cockroach in front of a lot of people. Amaya Vaughan Aubrey didn't know? What the hell was going on?! Wasn't she like... the second in command or something? Was this some sort of sick joke she was playing? Playing dumb? Slowly she stood up, pulling her chair back with her long, finger-like toes. Her large hands balled into fists on each side of her tray, her scaley body still covered in dirt and mud along with her clothing, which was still only her black undergarments. Green eyes continued to bore down into the only person on the staff she had been told to trust.
Amaya only barely heard what Kim was saying, all of her attention focused on the woman by the door. Her tail continued to sway back in forth angrily, the look from Ambrose and everyone else for that matter going unoticed. Rex Vadnais The dirty man sat in silence, watching the exchange between Ambrose and Aubrey. Obviously, he was new to the island and hadn't really known much of anything that was going on besides the things that were with him presently. Plus he was smart enough to know no to get in the middle of a fight with a wolfman and a woman. You just don't do that.
By the looks of it, this Aubrey woman didn't have the slightest clue what had happened! How were your "experiements" locked out of the jungle for two months and you don't know jack squat? She had been gone, though.
"Bye Kim!" He assumed her name was, "Feel better..." Gosh, everyone has been getting sick... Rex still had the little in his throat as well, hopefully some medicine would get rid of that.
He seemed to have melted, then solidified in his chair until Amaya stood up with her hands clenched. Anything but a fight, please... He perked, sliding upright in his seat. All of his attention focussed on the ordeal before him. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey immediately went to consoling Colche. She was sick and nothing was being done about it. She let the girl lead her over to her meal so she could continue, but she didn't s it down. She stood by her, one had on the girl's head, the other planted firmly on her hip.
But her annoyance was quickly melting away to nothing but pure confusion. "You have to be kidding me?" Flooded with interrogated questions, she tried to remain clam, and look in control, through she felt ratgher helpess. "Where was I? I... I... I took Nick to meet my parents," she finally blurted, "then we took a little vacation. But thats all... no other staff left..everything should have continued on as normal.. I mean, what? There HAD to have been eletricity! The staff is here.. I have piles of coding reports on my desk...and..and.."
She shot a warning glance at Amaya as she stood, holidng up a pointed finger and narrowing her eyes.
She glanced to Rex. "Who are you?? How did you get here?" Colche Colche's gentle puurr echoed throught he cafeteria as the tension ceased, at least a little. She gnawed at ehr steak, happily devourering the juicy meat while Aubrey wasbehind her. She sneezed, and owed, a couple of times before she finished, though by the time she had eaten the steak she was looking content and rather sleepy. She was stil sitting next to rex and his shoulder looked like a good place t rest her head, just for a minute. Reaching her clawed fingers up she grasped the hand on her shoulder and puurred "no going" she stated, her eye sight bluuring, she was tired and sick and full of good food. Sleep wasn't far around the corner for her. Her cheek soon met with Rex's upper arm and she leant there quietly, blinking in long, slow bats of those long ashen lashes. "No go" she purrs sleepily still holding Aubrey's hand though her grasp loosened slightly as she drifted off, still sitting, her furry cheek pressed against the none furry man. Nothing could go wrong now that Aubrey was here, Aubrey made it all better, seh always had. Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose slouched a bit in his seat with this new information, confusing building on confusion. IN the interem, he was shoveling food down his throat so fast he barely tasted it - but what he did tasted ... so.... good.
He slowed, swallowing so he could reply, looking now again at Colche, Amaya, and Angelina - three individuals he felt fiercely protective of. Colche did look on the ill side... Amaya scared... and the poor thing - the changes that she was undergoign really hittting him - even her hair....
And Angelina - he could tell she was nervous - knowing that it probably had almost as much to do with the people around her as the whole confusing situation.
He took a lungful of air, held it for a moment, and released, letting the tension go along with it.
"Yes.... we... we've been out of the duplexes for ... Kim must be right - just about two months now... all of the power went out and we all woke up outside around the island. Everything was shut down and locked. Even the labs - the fence was off, but it was impossible to get into any building. "
he shook his head. It didn't make any sense. "You're telling me that you AND Moreau were gone??? Moreau ISN'T the one who did this to us?? We had to hunt our own food.... no showers... no soap. And it's been raining the past few days solid! Who WAS here? There couldn't have been electricity! Everything was so quiet!" Amaya Vaughan Amaya let out another hiss as Aubrey had the gawl to give her a look like that. She was very, VERY pissed but that didn't mean she was some loose canon. Just because she was more animal then human didn't mean she wasn't still in control of her own body. Tempted to swat the womans finger down, she resisted and simply let her tail speak for her as the lashes got quick. "We were locked out. For two months. I almost DIED because it got TOO COLD." She spat at her, fists clenching even farther as angry tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Rex Vadnais "Me?" Oh goody, he was getting dragged in! "Uh, m'name is Rex." He would have gotten up to shake her hand with a formal-type greeting, but Colche had conked out on his shoulder and he couldn't get up. "I uh, washed up here a few days ago. We've been living outside ever since, like Ambrose said" He gestured to the man across the table, "I really have no idea what the hell is going on." He shurgged nervously and spoke a bit faster.
Rex was impressed with Amaya. The girl he'd known to be shy and reserved stood up, enfuriated. He nodded with what she said about her almost dying, he'd been there to experience it. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey's jaw was lax she was so flabberghasted. What the HELL was going on?
She just stood there shaking her head. She addressed Ambrose first. "No, Nick was with me. The WHOLE time... I didn't even see him touch a computer or a cel phone or anything." She listened to Amaya and Ambrose, not knowing what to say. I mean, its not like she didn't believe them. They were filthy, they certainly smelled like they hadn't bathed in two months, and their anger was real. BUT..."that's just... impossible.." she stuttered out. She glared back at Amaya, doing her best to keep her anger in check. She was just confused as the rest of them. "We have a full staff here." she said, slowly, deliberately. "Everything from a cook to a cleaning lady. And all the lab techs. They were HERE. They have been working..I have proof. Dr. Duvert is right in command under myself, and he was here. He was reporting to Moreau all last night."
Aubrey did not like Dr. Duvert. Something about him was just wrong. But there's no way he could have pulled this off. And expect to live to tell about it at least. Moreau wouldn't allow a debacle like this to happen to precious subjects. As twisted as, even Aubrey could admit he was, Moreau had a strange and unshakable appreciation for life. Safety of his subjects, at least physically, was high priority for him. The crease in forehead when even the smallest lab rat died was enough to crack his emotion facade to show he ddn't like it when things under his care died as result of his hand.
She looked back to Rex, shocked. "Ship wrecked?" The cel phone was already out, ready to alert Moreau. "Washed up here? Have you been contacted? Inspected? Treated?" Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose paused again in his mass consumption of food - his plate that was once piled with meats now almost empty.
He believed Aubrey - her shock was too convincing to be an act. But it still didn't make any kind of sense - especially if Moreau himself was absent. He had never met this Dr. Duvert that others like Joliette had mentioned, but he hadn't heard anything good about the man.
He looked to Amaya, his sympathies and selfrighteous pity flaring as he put a comforting hand on her scaled shoulder. He had no idea that the cold had gotten that bad to her, and felt responsible. She was his 'little sister' after all, and that's the very reason he had a campsite was to watch over people. "Amaya... oh my god, I had no idea.... you... you should have said something... " His ears crumpled.
Ambrose nodded on corroboration with Rex. "I was part of the group that found him on the beach... But I don't understand... How could the staff have been here? There was no food, no contact, no shelter... there was the remains of a helicopter crash on the helipad for God's sake!" Amaya Vaughan Great, now she was more concerned over Rex getting his damn injection?! Amaya's breathing became labored, the tears spilling from her eyes. These people didn't give a damn about any of them. Why would they? Each and every one of them was torn from their homes and stripped of their humanity. She should have expected them to not care.
Finally she broke down. Tears spilled from her eyes as she sunk to a crouch, large hands covering her eyes. "I couldn't! I collapsed before I could get back to camp! And- and- they put me by the corpses!" Another strangled sob and sniff. "They probably put that poor rat-bird thing so Greer and I would havta kill it too!" Things began to click together for her as she sat there sobbing, her tail having ceased it's lashing and now lay limply behind her. Rex Vadnais In response to Aubrey, "No, not shipwreaked. I actually fell over board on a cruise liner a few nights ago with another man. We both woke up on the beach here, but you're the first person I've seen who works here. And I haven't been injected yet, for all I know. This is the first time Ive ever been in the village or eaten actual food here on the island."
If she held such a high position here, why wouldn't she have been informed about everything going on. And Moreau, the head honcho, was gone as well... He was bound to have known what was going on. Things were so confusing.
What was all of this about corpses and a helicopter? Perhaps this was a very elaborate and slightly morbid joke. Changes without injections, bodies and a charred helicopter. The people that run this place are jacked up... Aubrey Lockheart "Oh. my. GAWD." Not the most professional response, but certainly all she could muster up. Her arrival back to paradise just kept getting worse and worse. "Look, I have no idea what happened... or what's going on. But I'm going to find out." She didn't know else to do, but she felt she was either going to get attacked or made even more of a fool if she stayed.
She pulled up the dufflebag which, when opened, had gift bags for every islander except Colche (she had her own duffle bag). They were filled with expensive perfumes from Paris, lots European chocolates and other sweets, and some unique articles of clothing. Aubrey didn't want to rub it in their faces that she was off seeing the world, so there were no postcards or pictures... but she just wanted to bring them back something special. But even that was ruined. She just unzipped the dufflebag wordlessly after it was dropped on the table, then she collected Colche in her arms and took her to her Jeep.
She was so confused, angry, and frustrated she had to blink back tears. She left Colche in her duplex with a chocolate bar and woke her just enough to tell her she would be back after she helped the others. Time to go find Nick. Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose watched worldessly as he saw Aubrey's ire ignite as she was given more of the information. At least, it felt, they had someone on the staff who was sympathetic. It made sense though, he supposed, if something like this really was planned by the staff - with what he knew of Aubrey she would never have agreed to it. Hopefully her ire would help them.... somehow.
He finished the rest of the food on his plate, his stomach finally gurgling happily as it was full for the first time in a Loooong time.
A whine slipped out of his throat as he tried to comfort amaya by rubbing his hand along her back. "shhh... Kiddo... I'm sorry.... the duplexes are open... Aubrey's going to find out what happened.... we can eat... take a shower... and... we'll look after you."
He looked over to Angelina, a small questioning look before continuing. "I am going to go take a well... well needed shower - with all of my fur I'm sure that I'm not a happy smell to you. But... if you like.... and if Angelina doesn't mind, you can stay in our duplex for a bit if you like? I was just about to head back." Angelina Swanson Angelina didn't mind Amaya or anything, but she was definately ready for some -real- alone time with Ambrose. But the poor girl was obviously upset and Angelina tried to swallow the paralyzing fear she gave her.
She felt bad, it wasn't anything personal, but Amaya did nothing for Angie expcept illustrate what might be her future. Or worse. "Sure thats fine," she finally said, with a tight-lipped smile. Amaya Vaughan Amaya rubbed at her eyes with her fists and could only nod to her older brother's offer. Luckily for her she was dirty, but oddly... didn't smell very bad. Aside from the lingering stench of lizard. Things seemed to be a little on the less smelly side when you didn't have any sweat glands. She didn't notice Angelina's hesitance, though if she did she would have definatly declined the offer. Rex Vadnais Aubrey had left and hopefully that would remove most of the tension and confusion in the air.. or just cause more. Now that Colche was gone, Rex got up and ran over to comfort Amaya with Ambrose as well. He rubbed his hand up and down her back like he had the night before.
Then he looked it Ambrose, "I haven't had a chance to talk to you since that morning on the beach. Thank you for your efforts in trying to get me off the island, it.. really means alot." He was sincerely thankful for the man, he certainly had a way of being the peacemaker. Rex's smile truned upsidedown, "But... I've seen my name on a duplex door. It looks like I'm here to stay." Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose also missed Angelina's hesitant look - only catching her agreement.... he did still smell the scent of fear from her, but didn't correlate it to Amaya. In Ambrose's mind, nothing was less dangerous than some of the other islanders like Amaya and Colche, despite their appearances. She had accepted him as a wolf, and didn't catch that that fear might be associated with one of the other islanders.
"It will be alright, Angelina." He said to her as well. "I can't wait for that hot shower and soft bed." He smiled dreamily as he got up and offered the two girls a hand.
"Amaya... you're welcome to use our shower after we do... or you can meet us back in the duplex after you use yours."
He turned to the other man, nodding. "I'm sorry I couldn't help more... believe me. The rains came at a very bad time.... assuming that a ship would have seen our signal fire from whereever it was anyway..." He shook the man's hand. "And your name on a door already...?" This seemed to corroborate with what Aubrey said about staff being htere... how else would they know his name and react this fast. "I... I wish you best of luck, Rex. If... well, if you need anything, we'll be around. I'm in duplex 1." Amaya Vaughan Gradually the iguana-girl started to calm down. Her hands dropped to her lap and she sniffed, about to take a deep breath in but instead erupted into a hoarse cough. It seemed Colche wasn't the only one who had gotten sick.
She took Ambrose's hand and stood up, wiping her tears away again before finally speaking up. "I'll take a shower in mine first." Green eyes looked back down at her untouched food, her appitite having completely faded. Rex Vadnais A small smile curled the corners of Rex lips, "It's good to know that I'll always have you guys here behind me. But it looks like I'm just going to have to accept my place here. Who knows, it might be the place for me to be 'til the end." He didn't dare bring up the whole 'fate' talk rolling around his head. but he believed that if it was meant for him to get off the island, he would. The world played out at your fingertips. "1? That's easy to remember. I'm in Duplex 35." He came to his feet and cleared everyone's plates from the table, "I'm guessing you're all done." Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose smiled as Rex gathered the plates. "Thanks, Rex. And... I'm glad to hear that it sounds at least like you're doing alright, all things considered. Enjoy, and I'll see you around."
He turned to Amaya, and patted her on the shoulder again. "That sounds fine. I'll meet you back at the duplex." He gave her a quick hug and then turned to the exit.
With a smile, Ambrose led Angelina back towards Home Sweet Home, with a huuuuge smile of relief on his face, eager for the shower. Amaya Vaughan "I'm in number 20." Amaya replied to Rex, watching him and then Ambrose as he left. She nodded to him, then turned her attention back to the man she just barely met, but enjoyed so much already. "I'm sorry about everything Rex but... Thanks for everything. Come by my duplex if you ever need anything or just to talk okay?" She forced a tiny smile before pushing her chair back into place. "I'll catch you later." And with that she slowly made her way out of the cafeteria and to her duplex. Rex Vadnais He made a mental note of the duplex numbers and waved good bye to Ambrose. Then said in a quiet voice towards Amaya, "Sure thing, girl. Any time..."
He cleared the plates and walked the road to Duplex 35 for the first of many, many times to come.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:01 am
Original RP
Aubrey confronts Sabin about what happened while she was away
March 04, 2006Aubrey Lockheart AUbrey hated leaving Colche so soon, but she was soooo confused and frustrated. Something really, really wrong was going on here, and she hated no knowing what it was. Not only for personal reasons, but for the fact that she took this job very seriously- and she was second in command here and she HATED not knowing what was going on.
She flipped on her phone as she headed back to the labs in the Jeep. She dialed '911', the emergency line that forwarded her call directly to Moreau. Only Aubrey's unit could get to Moreau's phone directly.
At least usually.
Aubrey's brows furrowed as she heard the electronic click, which meant the call was being forwarded somewhere else. What the hell, she thought. Only Moreau could program tha re-direct.. but why? Aubrey was always susposed to be able to contact him in an emergency. Sabin Duvert Meanwhile, Sabin was hard at work in his office. He had been up throughout the night and was still going strong - operating on sheer excitement and obsession. His desk was littered with papers, full of scientific diagrams, anatomy charts of a slew of different animals, and sketches, drawings, blending the most unlikely of creatures. Dozens of naturalistic books were also open or bookmarked over his desk. Completing the image was a wide, manic grin on the pale man's face. He was so close. He had whittled down the options to one subject - one perfect canidate who would soon be en-route. And he had his techs working all night on creating the serum with Moreau's designs. And he had finally perfected the animal list as well - it would work. It was perfect - bringing his dreams to living, breathing life. As much as Sabin loathed to admit it, and as much of a wonderous experience it had been being in full control of the whole Island... and as much as Sabin fantasized about all of this being HIS.... Moreau's return had brought one single fact to stark contrast. Sabin couldn't do it without Moreau. Moreau's 'casual' presentation of the key chemical mechanisms to achieve what Sabin had had his lab techs working on for MONTHS showed Moreau to be the Genius that everyone said. Insane, sure - but who was he to call that kettle black? Ultimately, this Island was Moreau's brilliance brought to reality, and Sabin - even with his existing notes and research - couldn't continue it alone. Not if ANYTHING went wrong - and not if he EVER hoped to do anything new. And along that thought... there was NO possibility Moreau would work under someone else on this project. Sabin was very familiar with Control Freaks..... Which only left the option of leaving Moreau to think he was in control, but hold aces up his sleeve - to ensure that Sabin could do what he wanted to. The ring of the cell phone in his pocket snapped him out of his ferver, followed by a breathy growl at the interruption. Snapping it open he snapped a "what" into the receiver. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey skidded into the parking lot in front of the labs, her frustration rising. "Dr. Duvert?"
She slapped the door after getting out of the Jeep. "What the hell are you doing intercepting Nick's calls?" Sabin Duvert Aubrey. Aubrey had, in the course of Moreau's instructions, been labeled in Sabin's rapidly decending moral state, an 'ousider'. Moreau had been keeping his 'project' from her, and instructed Sabin to continue doing so on her return. Aubrey was Moreau's biggest weakness, in Sabin's mind, and the knowledge that it had been Moreau's orders to do this whole project was a proverbial Ace up Dr. Duvert's sleeve. A predatory grin slid across his face. "Aubreyyy." He crooned. "Merely following orders. Moreau is elbow-deep in his experimentations. I suppose a two month hiatus from his life's work will do that to a man." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey blinked. Too busy to talk to ME? In an emergency? WHatever, she would deal with that later.
"What the hell is going on? I just got back from the village, Duvert!! The islanders are saying they were locked out! For TWO MONTHS?? They were scared, dirty....oh oh... and there is an unauthorized person on the island... ah, Rex, I think? He fell overboard on a boat...he hasn't been injected and we have no idea if there are rescue effort in place..." Aubrey was obviously very concerned abut whats she found, pouring out the information hurridly on the phone, panic in her vioce. Sabin Duvert "Calm down, calm Down, My dear Dr. Lockheart." Sabin sighed with an eyeroll as he reluctantly set down his pen right after adding "hypomelanistic blood red corn snake" to the bottom of the list on fancy Feral Labs stationary and slapped the file closed. "Everything is in perfect working order. I am well aware of the new subjects present... and they have been seen to. No need for hysterics. And our subjects are no more out of sort than they were when they arrived on this island." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey gawked into the phone. "Are you kidding me? Everything is NOT okay." And pinched the bridge of her nose. "The islanders on in hysterics. Not to mention they SMELL. They claim they were locked out with NO POWER or water or food? Duvert, what the hell is going on? What are the talking about. YOU were in control when we left. The island was your responsibility!" Sabin Duvert A sigh was audible over the speaker. "Good lord, Aubrey. You're complaining about the smell? But being wrested away from their homes is fine." Sabin's sympathy levels were minimal at the moment - these were experiments - tools of creation and transformation. "No one was hurt" too badly. "I monitered all of them constantly, and saw to it that none of them starved. They had an extended camping trip. And it taught us volumes about the psychological side effects of the serums. I have dozens of pages of writeups. I don't interfere with your job, Dr. Lockheart - this aspect of the experiments is my job." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey just stopped. "Do you mean.... you mean you KNEW about this? You set it up?" Her anger seethed through the line. "You did this on purpose? To TEST them?" Sabin Duvert Sabin's brows lifted, masked by the fact that only his voice was carried to the young woman. "Of course I did. I was left in charge during your absence. In case you weren't aware, Aubrey, this entire island is a test. An experiment. One enormous project. I know that you are focusing on the chemical and biological aspect yourself, and playing nicey-nice with the subjects, but I am a social scientist.... but we've been through this before." He said with a bored tone. "Now.... unless you have more to say... I'm in the middle of something and don't have time to chat on the phone." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey was furious. "Don't take that tone with me, Mr. Duvert. Don't forget that you have to answer to ME. How DARE you run unauthorized experimentations when we were done? Much less DANGEROUS ones!!!" She was yelling now, on her way down to the labs to try and find Moreau. "You will pay for this! How dare you assume you could disobey orders! You were left in charge to make sure everything ran according to plan. You were NOT given instructions to make our subjects your own persional playthings!" Sabin Duvert "I disobeyed no instructions, doctor. I followed everything I was told to do - I monitered each subject, saw to their injections, and saw to their health. You are overreacting, Aubrey. The small amount of discomfort they experienced is nothing compared to the volumes of invaluable data we collected during this period. If you actually intend on doing any publiations or make any use of this research, then you need to know the full capabilities and side-effects of your project." Sabin tapped the side of the pencil on his desk, leaning back in the chair. She would not tell him what to do. Aubrey had much less control than she thought she did, and that thought brought a smile to Sabin's face. While she might have a higher position by name, in the trust Moreau had comparted him over these two months, and the insturctions to keep the truth from her and a promise of protection from her ire, Sabin in all honestly was more in command than she. Sabin was working his way up - slithering his way into the real position of power here. It just required a bit of subtlety. "You had your vacation, and your 'friends' are safe. Now calm yourself, you're creating a scene." Aubrey Lockheart AUbrey was pacing. She couldn't remember being so angry. "Nothing compared to the scene Moreau will make when he find out what you did." Her tone betrayed the fact that in her heart she knew Moreau was capable of very evil things. "You DO NOT play with Moreau's toys. YOu DO NOT experiement with our subjects withiout expressed permission."
She dropped her voice to a threatening, personal tone. "And you NEVER, ever touch Colche again!!
Do you UNDERSTAND ME, Dr. Duvert?"
Before he had a chance to answer, she clicked off the connection. Sabin Duvert Not even an inkling of fear permeated Duvert's voice at the scolding of Aubrey. But before he could even lend protest to her accuations, as rehearsed as they would have sound, he heard a click and a disconnection. He shrugged, slipping the phone back into his pocket with a shrug. If anything, her disconnecting him saved him the time of talking with her further. He had things to do, and if she wasn't going to take the time to speak to him in person, then why bother. In his mind, Aubrey was no threat - amusing perhaps, and a vital key in the powerplay... but not a threat. But seeing her irate was entertaining, especially when it was Moreau who was really at fault. He took a breath, savoring the experience, and then, with a strange whistling tune, he opened the folder again and pored over his notes, giddy. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey had to resist the urge to throw the cel phone out of the Jeep. She rushed into the facility and immediately went to the camera room, nearly tossing the lab tech in charge of camera duty out of his chair so she could scan the monitors, looking for Moreau.
He wasn't in any of the labs, or any of the room that had cameras in them. Which significantly lowered the chances of where he was; most likely his private office.
She pulled on the door handle finding it, not surprisingly, locked. She knocked with determination. "Doctor, I need to speak with you!!" Doctor Moreau Moreau poured over the notes that Sabin had gathered. Facinating, maybe a bit extreme, even for him. But still, he had gathered invaluable data. He'd been reading through and taking notes completely quietly when a loud knock startled him. "Doctor, I need to speak with you!!" he heard from the other side in a very familar voice. Moreau knew this was going to come, still he had to give Aubrey credit for being so fast about it. He put the notes into an open desk drawer, then he fliped a switch so the drawer would lock to anyone but himself. He then hit another button from his desk so the door would unlock. "Come in Aubrey." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey took a breath and opened the door, flooding in with a definately aura of urgency. "Nick, do you have any idea what happened when we were gone?!?" She looked in a near panic. She made sure the door closed behind her then approached the desk, putting her hands on it and learning over toward's Moreau, expecting him to share her outrage when he learned of what happened. "Dr. Duvert he...he completely... took advantage of our absence!! He tortured the subject... locked them out of their facilities - he conducted unauthorized experiments and...and.. and he changed Colche!! Nicholas only you and I are even supposed to have access to her files!" She was motioning quite vividly with her hands, her voice shaking with incredularity. Doctor Moreau "Aubrey... I know." Moreau walked up to her trying to be comforting. "Sabin conducted an experiment while I was gone, one that I requested he take care of." Moreau tried to take it slow and sensative, sounding regretful as possible. "The subjects were locked out, but they were secretly cared for, they didn't starve, if they were hurt antibiotics were applied. I wanted to see how they'd respond in the wild." Moreau attempted to put it as analitcal as possible. Moreau stared at the ground, feigning shame. "I should have told you... but I didn't want it to color your trip. I wanted you to... enjoy yourself." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey stopped, donning an expression that looked as if she just got slapped in the face. She took a few paces back, shaking her head. "You... you... knew about it?"
But no, it was worse that than that, and the peices began to fall together in her mind. "You... PLANNED this? From the beginning, didn't you? Thats why... thats why....not to visit my family..?" She was stuttering, trying to spit out a complete sentence (and failing) as the realization came to her.
She looked hurt. Truely, hurt. Moreau didn't want to take her on vacation. He wanted to distract her. Her eyes were glazed over, in shock, the tears not coming (yet) as she begged for him to give her a better explaination. Doctor Moreau "No... no it was never that. I mearly decided to do it while we were gone. I thought it would be a perfect opportunity." Moreau rested his hands on Aubrey's shoulders. Moreau sighed. "I just... wanted you to enjoy yourself. For us to be able to spend time together. I also figured it would be... easier on you. It wasn't like we really threw them to the dogs, we just wanted them to think we had. And I took the trip with you because I love you. I would have probably waited a few more months had we not gne." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey clentched her jaw and took a resolute step back, wrenching her shoulder's from his hands.
"Nicholas..." she took a breath, trying to keep her voice even, calm. She was both incrediably angry and betrayed, but she didn't want to fall into any emotion just yet. "You.. you should have told me... I mean... for many reasons. For one, I'm your girlfriend. But even more insulting is I'm supposed to be your colleauge. This is my life's work, too, now!" Doctor Moreau "But Aubrey... I know this is important to you as well. But frankly, I can't say you always have the stomach for it." Moreau turned and sighed in the direction of the desk. Moreau collected himself after a moment. "You try so hard to make them like you... if you'd known, it would have destroyed the experiment. Worse though, it would have destroyed their opinion of you." He continued. "You've tried to make them like me even, something I don't care about. It's easier to not be emotionally attached. Can you honestly tell me you wouldn't have warned, or alouded to Colche?" Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey crossed her arms and shifted the weight on her feet, jutting out her right hip. "Perhaps had you consulted me I would have had a say on how just... horrendous and cruel this little experiment would have been! Esepcially for someone as emotionally unstable as Colche." She felt the anger rising in her again.
"Colche, at the least, was susposed to be MINE. That was the condition on which she came here at all.. was under my direction. You gave Duvert access to my private files on her! Behind my back! Had you insisted you gone on with that experiment at the vertleast you could have removed Colche from it. She could have stayed in the labs, or wherever the hell you hid all the employees."
She moved one hand to rest defiantly on her hip. "And furthormore, Dr. Moreau, I obtained this position because you felt me qualified. That means you have to accept my methods and respect me enough as a scientist to hear my opinions on these procedures. Or does my scientific merit not mean anything anymore since you got me into your bedroom?" She lifted an eyebrow accusingly, peering over her glasses at him.
Moreau... well, hald the reason she supsected he captured her heart in the first place was because he valued her as a scientist. She didn't want to lose that. At her core, thats why she was. And this just made her feel professionally belittled. Doctor Moreau "Cruel yes, but necessary. As far as Colche went I waited till she had become independant enough that I felt the experiment could go ahead." Moreau sighed. "I didn't know Sabin was going to inject Colche a second time. I can only imagine that benevolently he was helping to give her more unique abilities so that she would have nothing to fear. "It's not fair to remove her from them and ask the staff to care for her. Furthermore despite everything Aubrey this is my project." He rested his hands on her again. "I value you as a scientist, but this was something that in a way I was content to not be a part of. The data is invaluable." Moreau finished. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey just narrowed her eyes at him, shaking her head. "I'm insulted," she said simply, dissapointment in her eyes. Doctor Moreau "Aubrey, I don't think I could do this without you. Your my conscience and I love you for it. I couldn't ask for anyone more qualified in the lab." he looked at her. "But honestly, would you have wanted a part in this? I could not have imagined so, nor could I have imagined you enjoying yourself while we were gone." Moreau was trying to be as sweet as possible. "And it was wonderful spending those months with you, in France you seemed to enjoy yourself so much." he tried to half smile, trying to cheer her up. Aubrey Lockheart "Honestly? No, I probably wouldn't have enjoyed myself as much as I did. But knowing... just coming back and feeling like a fool. To learn that ... that you of all people had just been lying to me the whole time. Knowing what was going on while I was just...making a fool of myself in ignorance?" She downcast her eyes and shook her head. "Nothing could be worse than feeling that way."
She shifted her feet. "I feel so.. belittled. Personally and professionally. From the person I respect most on both accounts." Doctor Moreau Didn't this used to be much easier? Moreau questioned to himself, as she'd grown more attatched to him she'd grown more bold. He was honestly scared of his own reliance on her. "I didn't intend that. I just... " Moreau felt like he was pulling teeth to say this. It didn't matter whether or not he felt it was true, he knew it was what should be said. "I should have told you... I was wrong." he said and sighed. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey blinked, surprised. She had never heard Moreau admit he was wrong. Ever.
Ever.
"Yes. You should have," she said, in a lowered voice, the words not sounding as resolute or scolding as they should have. She was too taken aback. Doctor Moreau Moreau could scarcely believe he'd said that. He almost felt like he needed to recover somehow. "I'm sure that, if something like this comes up in the future we can come to an arrangement together." Moreau just hoped, deep down, eventually she'd come to see things more his way. Perhaps, he should force her to be involved in more things like this, whether she liked it or not he was sure he could convince her. He'd ponder this further. Aubrey Lockheart "Please," she said. "I just... you know. This place, its a part of me. I just felt do humilliated. Like I was left of the loop on my own...life. I'm sure... some sort of compromise could have been made. I could have contributed. "
She didn't know if this was exactly true. Hindsight is 20/20, so they say. Of course she would have bitched. A lot. She didn't agree to what had been done to them, especially Colche, but perhaps had she been assured that they were NEVER in any real danger, instead of just walking into a village full of paniced, frighted, and angry islanders, Moreau would have eventually been able to get her to agree. Doctor Moreau Moreau realized that what he was pondering was not something he could walk away from. Still, if he intended to spend the rest of his life with her they could not keep comming into conflict like this. Of course, as these were the thoughts on his mind they were not what came out of his mouth. "Of course Aubrey, it wasn't fair of me to keep you out of the loop, and I will include you next time. Where would I be without you." he stroked her face where indeed.Aubrey Lockheart Where would he be? She closed her eyes and surpressed a shudder. Maybe she didn't want to know. Or maybe... did it matter? I mean, she doubted her 'positive' influence was really much of an influence at all. If anything it just seemed to frustrate him.
But...
She opened her eyes and looked back at Moreau. Maybe she was making an impact. This thought made her a smile a bit. Doctor Moreau Well, no time like the present to get started. Moreau pulled away delicately and slowly, as not to seem rude. "You want to know what I have in mind, here it is." Moreau reached into another drawer and pulled out two folders. Inside were details about... upcomming... familar subjects, and what Moreau intended to change them into along with biological details about their transformation. "This should let us get the last laugh love." Moreau grinned. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey took a few minutes to look over the files, her brow knitting. "We went to highschool with them! Valentine... she lost her finger to the Anima."
She seemed surprisingly nuetral about it at the moment. Her face turned a bit red at Brian's file. "Oh.." her voice was dangerously low. "I remember him." Yes, at her heart she was still fiercely protective of Moreau. "He... ugh." She closed the files and handed them back towards him. "What are you telling them to get them here?" Doctor Moreau "I'm offering them a chance to see my Island, and stay here free of charge. I'm sure they are just assuming that I'm showing off. But no one turns down a free vacation." Moreau grinned, as he considered how to egg Aubrey onto the idea. "After everything, they deserve it." It was amazing how petty Moreau could be 10+ years later. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey shrugged, trying not to look too chummy to Moreau at the moment. He was still in the doghouse for now.
"Well, it was high school. Most people are bastards. But hey, maybe its karma or something." Easier to say when they aren't standing in front of you, abuot be turned into something horrible. Doctor Moreau Moreau decided to play the sympathy angle, if he had his way he'd have her a bit riled up ever before they got here. "But they were so horrible to me... I still shudder when I think about it." "They made me retreat... feel like I couldn't trust... or be with... anyone." Moreau softly stroked Aubrey's face. "If it weren't for them... well... nevermind." he turned and sighed. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey's expression softened, though mentally she kicked herself for being so damn...weak to him.
"I know they were horrible," she reached up with her opposite hand and touched his face. Was it true? Would have Moreau really had been open to relationships in high school? Oh, posh. She moved her fingers to gently twine in his hair.
Wow, he actually looked...sad. Moreau never seemed to let on that all the bullying and teasing he know he endured bothered him at all. After all, isn't living well the best revenge?
But on the other hand... he was usually perfectlly effective of hiding his true feelings. He could have been dying inside from the high school torture and no one would have ever known. Not even her.
"We're together now, that's what's important" Doctor Moreau "I know... just... if I'd been able to open up then." Moreau looked as downcast as he could. "I mean, you and I..." "It's just so hard to... trust. Still." Moreau remembered what he'd first told Aubrey, and what she knew was so important to him. Moreau decided to take this slow... don't say too much yet, let her draw her own conclusions. Aubrey Lockheart Wow. Really sad. Aubrey was actually a bit for a loss of what to do. He's never had to really...console... Moreau before.
"You have to be careful who you trust anyway," she said, stepping closer. "But you know you can trust me, yes? You always could. Even though we weren't together, you know, like that. ..we always had that connection, right?" At least Aubrey seemed to think they did. Doctor Moreau "I trust you... yes... as much as I still feel I can." he sighed. "But Aubrey, I mean, we did always have a connection..." he looked away. "If I'd been able to trust and accept it sooner... we might have had a different life." he hoped she'd figure out what he was alouding to, he didn't want to come out and say it, she might use that later, before he was ready. Moreau forced himself to cry lightly as he turned away. "It's not that... this is what I want. But... I didn't do anything to deserve what they did." He looked angry as well now. "Damn them..." In all honesty, there might be some kernels of truth to all this, but Moreau regreted nothing he'd done... nothing. Even things he appologized earlier for. Aubrey Lockheart A different life? Aubrey let herself think on that for a moment. How would things be different had they been together since high school. Would they still be together? Hell, she hoped so. Dammit, they would probably be married. Even have a family.
Aubrey felt something inside her tighten a little.
Did they really rob her of that? Scar him... 'as much as I can...' what was THAT supposed to mean.
Then he started to cry.
Oh god.
What the hell? This was... what was this? Was this for real? Was he really harboring this much emotional baggage? Dear lord...
"No... no of course you didn't deserve it..." She wiped away his tears and pulled him closer. "No one deserves what you had to put up with..." Doctor Moreau "They made me feel so powerless... like such an outsider. I couldn't do anything but retreat into my work. Away from human contact." Moreau shuddered a bit, as he brought his arm up to wipe away the few tears he'd been able to muster. "Still... you were there when I needed you. If only I'd seen it years sooner." Moreau placed his hand accidentally on one of the folders. To remind Aubrey just what was in there. Aubrey Lockheart "We can make up for lost time," she said with an encouraging smile. Her eyes followed his hand, and she reached out and picked up the folders and held them up. "And you'll get the last laugh, yes?" Doctor Moreau "Perhaps...." Moreau tried to look like he was cheering up a bit. But still look a little desperate. "You'll help me get even won't you Aubrey... for the life they took from us." Moreau squeezed her hand tightly. Intending to emphisize how much he wanted her support on this. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey adjusted the glasses on her face. "Help you? Isn't that what I'm here for, Nicky?" She took the file and flipped Brian's open. "Will they be getting any...'special' treatment? Besides the obvious." Doctor Moreau "Well, look over my notes on the animals I've chosen. As far as other special treatment... what... did you have in mind love?" Moreau was still looking downcast, but he was going with Aubrey's codling helping him. He was slowly starting to straiten himself up. Aubrey Lockheart "Ideas?" Aubrey shrugged, sitting on the edge of the desk and looking over the files some more. "I dunno. Maybe a good fashioned swirly for Brian," she said with a small smile on her lips.
She closed his and looked at Valentine. "You know, I think she had a crush on you." She held of the file, proud of her 'conclusion.' "I think that's why she was so mean to you, you know. Because she didn't think you were 'good enough' for her...but she liked you anyway. She was always trying to get me to lay off you." Doctor Moreau "A swirely is a bit juvinile... maybe.. we can think of something better... I don't know. I still can't think strait..." Moreau looked at Aubrey as though he was looking at her for advice, something to make it all right. "See, that's another way they tried to keep us apart. I could never fall for an ignorant silly girl like that." Moreau half spit, but he was doing his best to still look a bit... lost. "Don't you want us to get the last laugh" Moreau didn't say him, like Aubrey did. Aubrey Lockheart "Of course we're going to get the last laugh," she said, her voice trying to console him. "They'll be stuck here, completely under our control. They'll see everything you've acomplished...and they'll have to suffer for it." She didn't sound exactly excited, but there was an edge to her voice, a cold indifference...talking abuot ruining these people's lives without the lofty sigh of regreat she often held when faced with the bitter reality of their experimentation. Doctor Moreau Moreau smiled internally, it was... defintly better. He pulled Aubrey close. "I'm just glad that I have you with me... to enjoy it with me." He sort of looked away then at her but not directly into her eyes. "I mean.. it is only deserved right love?" Moreau was now reaching for Aubrey for his justification, to draw her into it. He was trying to make her justify it completely in her mind, and hopefully, feed off of Moreau's own enjoyment. Moreau being happy often made Aubrey happy by default... this was just a natural extension of that... Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey put a comforting hand on his face. "They deserve to be punished for what they did to you," she said. She wasn't quite sure if they had repented for it on their own time. I mean, people did some stupid s**t in high school... but it does leave scars. Scars she was seeing on Moreau now. "Will bringing them here...will it help you? Bring you.. .closure?" Doctor Moreau "I... hope so... I don't know if it will be enough, but it will be a start." he sighed. "They don't... deserve to be happy here... not on my island." he was goading Aubrey, trying to get her to suggest things, to do things that were against her character. He was lucky to have someone who... in the end... was so much his. Aubrey Lockheart "Oh," she said in a 'there, there' tone. "They won't be happy here. Because they'll know. Unlike everyone else, who, frankly, are mostly unfortunately victems of circumstance, they will know why they are here. They'll have to live with the fact that they brought this completely on themselves." Doctor Moreau "You really think that'll be enough though Aubrey? Enough for us both to have revenge?" he said angerly. Moreau had, just about suceeded in making his anger and grief, Aubrey's. Which is exactly what he wanted. "I'm not just being petty am I Aubrey?" Moreau said, his eyes searching for the answer he wanted from her. The answer he wanted was plain on his face. Aubrey Lockheart "I don't know" she said honestly. "It depends.. maybe they've changed. They'll have to face you to fully realize what exactly they did to you. To us. In that case.. yes. Yes it should be enough, don't you think? I mean... its not like they'll be going anywhere. This is it for them. They'll have to live their life, everyday facing the consequences of their actions."
She gave him an ecouraging smile. "And well, if they're still the arrogant pricks they always were.. I'm sure we'll find ways to show them who's boss around here, yes?" Doctor Moreau "Yes... I guess I will." Moreau grinned. "Come on Aubrey, lets get something to eat, I've spent enough time in this lonely office." Moreau put his arm around Aubrey. Turned off the light and walked out the door locking it as he left.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:02 am
Original RP
First Blood. Jamal attacks Aubrey
March 12, 2006Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey headed down to the beach, a book under one arm and her bag of sunscreen and other tanning supplies in the other. Seeing Valentine again really aggrivated the little, self-conscious fat girl inside her no comely woman could ever truely overcome. She had spent the better part of the morning in the staff work-out room, something she sadly hadn't done since she came to the island, and was now going to treat herself to a tanning session on the beach as a reward.
Anyway, she needed to get her tan back. She lost most of on her vacation.
Sitting on one of the stools, she poored herself a glass of flavored water, wishing she could have a drink instead.. but she had to watch those calories!! Jamal_Reedy It seemed that Aubrey was not the only person thinking about a good bit of sun today; Jamal had decided to head to the beach for a good swim and a bit of beach running to help counteract the muscle loss he suffered during the two months in the wilderness. One might think he would have gotten enough of the beach during Sabin's 'experiment', but the tiger in him LOVED the water. The sand was wonderful for building strength in the legs also. However, it had quickly grown too warm for him and he had stopped, deciding that a nice alcoholic beverage would be just the thing while he cooled down and waited for night to fall. Thus, Jamal had walked the length of the beach, heading for the beach bar that had hopefully been restocked. Why shouldn't it, anyway? Everything else was functional and certainly he wasn't the only islander to appreciate a good drink. As he approached, he caught sight of a female at the counter and got a bit of a smirk on his face. He couldn't see her face, just her back from the direction he was coming, but didn't mind too much. At least, yet. This could be fun. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey sipped at her drink, and set up her iPod to its portable speakers and began playing some music.
She was alone, at least she hadn't seen anyone on her walk down to the beach, so she untied the sarong and let it fall to the ground, revealing her two-peice swimsuit she planned on using to devop her tan. It certainly wasn't a "string" bikini or anything, but it was a lot less fabric that Aubrey ever liked to see herself in anywhere outside her bedroom. She dolloped the oil into her palm and propped her leg up on the other stool, beginning to work it into her skin.
Between the music and the sand, she was completely oblivious to anyone approaching. Jamal_Reedy When the sarong dropped, Jamal's eyes adopted a predatory glare as he checked out the woman without any sense of shame or feeling of wrong-doing. He was simply admiring the female form. A sly grin sprawled over his features as he approached the bar with a casual swagger, whiskers fluffing as he grew somewhat cocky. A quick glance around told him it was just him and this bikini-ed woman. Excellent. He was nearly upon the bar when he did finally call out to her, giving a low-voice "Well, hello," that nearly dripped with a seductive tone. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey nearly jumped out of skin, the other voice completely sneaking up at on her. Not just voice, a male voice..and on top of that, the kind of voice most confident men get when they are checking out a woman.
She jumped up quicky and tried to spin the stool around to face him, using her foot for leverage. But, being it was still slick with suntan lotion, and the fact that Aubrey was startled out of her wits, the stool managed to spin around and send Aubrey flying off it at the same time.
She landed on her butt in the sand with a cry. She looked up with horror, her cheeks burning scalding red with embarassment.
"Reedy..?" she finally stuttered out, growing even more red. Of all the people to see her like -this- why did it have to be the stunningly handsome black man with a vengence, bad temper, and TIGER blood. Jamal_Reedy Jamal looked alarmed as she suddenly went flying and had tried to catch her, but he wasn't quite close enough to do so anyway. Well, best to at least look like he made an attempt, right? Ladies didn't appreciate falling on their a** without a guy at least trying to help. "Whoa, s**t, yous a'ight?" he queried hastily, offering a clawed hand down to her to assist her to her feet. "I didn't mean ta scare ya..." He'd only seen Aubrey once and that was in different circumstances, so it made sense that he hadn't yet recognized her. Though, as he continued to look at her, it was clear that some notion or another had struck him, because his cocky, self-assured look had developed into a critical, fast-thinking expession. Jamal's eyes seemed to bore into hers as he continued to offer his hand and effectively lost any sort of warmth or friendiness they might have had; He had to know this woman from somewhere and the fact that she knew his name only confirmed it. It made him suspicious, to say the least. Jamal -rarely- could not remember a woman he had met. Aubrey Lockheart "Ah, uh.. thank you," Aubrey said, taking Jamal's hand and getting up. She brushed off the sand from her thighs and rear hastily and then quickly made work of trying to tie her sarong back around her waist.
"I'm fine, thank you, you just startled me thats all Mr. Reedy," she said quickly, adjusting her glasses. Though Jamal might not recognize her, he didn't have the advantage of thousands of surveillence cameras.
She just looked at him for a moment, not knowing what to say - then it occured to her all at once - it was a look of unrecognition on this face. Aubrey often forgot that she knew a lot more about the islanders than they knew about her. Having to watch them for hours on end, she really began to feel at times like she knew the people here, often times forgetting that some of them haven't met her at all.
Her blush faded a bit as her blood ran cold. She didn't want to reveal who she was, but the look on his face gave away that he had an idea. No use avioding the elephant in the room. She cleared her throat. "Ah, Aubrey Lockheart... if you remember..."
Of course he would, you silly woman, she scholded herself, you're the unfortunate one who gave him his serum in the first place... Jamal_Reedy The black man forced a smile as she explained that she had been startled and used a formal name for him, never losing the calculating expression until she finally gave up her name. It had been right there on the tip of his tongue and he would have figured it out either way, unfortunately for her. Jamal looked unmoved by the name at first because he was piecing the name with a memory, but his eyes suddenly narrowed harshly, the pupils constricting as his glare sharpened ten fold. The hand that had helped her up balled up except for his index finger, which he pointed at her with, aware that his claws were definately weapon-worthy. The knife he had swiped from the kitchen was tucked in the waistband of his jeans; he never went anywhere without it now. "It's -YOU-," he nearly bellowed as his nostrils flared with a sharp inhale of breath, fangs peeking from his lips as he snarled. "YOU did this to me! You ********' LIED to me!" Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey's eyes widened and she backed up against the bar, surprised. She was aware most people were not exactly happy about their situation, but Jamal was the first subjects that looked positively enranged. She shyed away from the claw with a wince.
"Lying is a strong word..." she stuttered out, aware of how pathetic it sounded. She hated being called on being so outright under-handed. Its true, Aubrey, no matter how bad of experimentation she had to do, hated to directly lie...even though it usually came to that. Especially with the initial injection. "Please... calm yourself..." Jamal_Reedy "Lyin' is what you DID," he retorted angrily, advancing as she moved away, growing more ticked off that she moved away. "Don't ya DARE ********' tell me to 'calm maself'. Ya THINK turnin' into a ********' animal isn't nuthin' ta be pissed off about? DO YA? DO YA? THIS AIN'T NORMAL." He growled, his gaze fixed on her eyes without hardly a blink interrupting the glare that emitted from them, his sharp teeth flashing as he spoke in a highly animated manner, his hands cutting the air. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey tried to steele herself, but her attempts came out flat and unimpressive, especially since her voice was shaking. "Mr. Reedy I'm going to have to insist you back away and calm down if this conversation is going to continue," she squeaked. She reached up and gently put a shaking hand on his chest and pushing. Well, not really pushy as applying enough pressure to indicate she really wished he'd back off. Jamal_Reedy The response was like lightning. His hands went from flailing in the arm to latching on immediately to her, one at her wrist and the other near her elbow. For the moment, he was careful with his claws, but his grip was firm. His face contorted into a threatening snarl, eyes flashing. "DON'T. ********'. TOUCH ME. EVA.," he snapped at her, more or less throwing her hand away from him, causing little more damage than a skin welt from the grip. "You dun enough already. You ******** up ma life and ev'ryone else on dis godfo'saken shithole...let us nearly die out herr fo' da past two months, 'n' now you wanna act like you jus' playin' 'n' you's ain't a bad guy? ******** no. ********. NO. Jamal don't play dat game. If you wasn't a lady, I would ******** YO' a** UP wit'out question." He still wanted to hurt her. Hurt her REAL bad. The fact that the tiger instincts of confrontation had started to flicker on in the background of his thought processes wasn't helping his control either. They were fueling him on slowly...always slowly...but they were there. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey looked more scared than hurt as she grabbed her, throwing her hand away. She cried out a bit, quickly cradling it. A red light flashed in her mind, and she comtemplated signaling the chip right then and there. But Aubrey promised herself she would use that in only a real emergency.
Her eyes instinctivly threw a pleading look up to the camera in the corner of the bar. I wonder who's on camera duty. It obviously wasn't Moreau, or Jamal would be flat on his back by now. She prayed whoever it was was paying attention incase things got too ugly too quick for her.
"CALM DOWN or you'll regret it," she finally spit out, this time sounding more convincing than before. Though her voice was still shaky from fear, it didn't sound like an empty threat.
"I didn't leave you out here for the two months, goddammit," she said, courage coming a bit more steadily now. She was still steamed about how that went down, and she was angry at herself for letting Moreau wiggle off the hook for it so soon. She had promised herself he would be in the doghouse for at least a week or two. But oh no... one little pity party from that man and she was moaning like a whore for him a few hours later. It was enough, in retrospect, to even disgust herself. "I wasn't even here, okay. And you... and you... " she was careful with her words. She started to say 'outta be thanking me' but she knew that would probably her self nearly killed.
So she swallowed and started over. "if it weren't for me you'd be in an even worse situation than you already are." There... that sounded a bit better. Jamal_Reedy "Oh, so you get ta leave da island while we all suffer then, huh? How was it, bein' somewhere dat you ain't gotta look at what you ********' did, huh? I know you guys watch us on them ********' cameras. Ya see ev'rythin, don't ya?" he interjected as he picked up steam to his ranting, lowering his hands, but doing little else to show he was even somewhat rational. "How was it? What'd ya go do? See a coupla friends? Yo' family? Must be ********' WONDA'FUL ta be able ta see people ya ain't seen in awhile. I wouldn't ********' know, bein' your goddamn plaything in Hell! We all 'bout -starved-. I transformed out -there- 'n' almost killed people." His voice quavered on the word 'kill', but whether it was from anger or disbelief, it was hard to tell. He had to severely repress the urge to lash out at her and set his claws into her face. He could just feel the flesh parting beneath the nails, the warm blood oozing... Her last comment made him inhale sharply and he almost looked as though he had grown as his anger slowly approached it's peak. It might have sounded better to her, but Jamal did not think so in the slightest. "WORSE? How da ******** ain't this worse? TELL ME. TELL ME HOW HAVIN' YO NAILS POP OFF LIKE ********' BOTTLE CAPS, ONLY TA BE REPLACED WIT' THESE," and it was then that he threw a hand in front of her face to emphasize his claws. "AIN'T WORSE. Ya think THAT feels great? How 'bout YOU turn inta somethin'. Then you tell me what is worse!" He hadn't made a move to actually physically hurt her yet, but it was coming soon if he didn't calm down. Then all bets were off. Aubrey Lockheart Okay, so admitting she was aware wan't the best idea.
She didn't bothering answering most of it, knowing that 'why yes, actually, I got to see my family and then tour Europe' wouldn't incite the nicest response from the angry man.
"No one was ever in any real danger," she said bitterly, forcing herself to regurgatate what Sabin had told her when she was ranting at him. How ironic, the situation was almost exactly reversed. Except Aubrey's language wasn't quite this colorful. And, in comparison, she was nearly as furious. "You were under survellence the whole time.. had anything happened, it would have been covered. You wouldn't have starved, or anything."
She took a few breaths. "And things could be a lot worse. You could be living stuck in some little padded room somewhere. No games, no beds, no ******** BAR. Just you, in a room. With two-way mirrors!" Jamal_Reedy "BULLSHIT." The word was thrown so forcefully that his voice almost cracked, his brow knitting heavily at the same time as he abruptly closed the distance between him and her, practically nose to nose with her. His voice adopted a silky, low rumbling quality now instead of his frantic screaming tone. "You ********' mean ta tell me we was bein' -watched- dat WHOLE time? Dat all dat lockdown s**t wasn't real?! Was this some sorta -game- fo' you people?!" Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey squeaked again in surprise, a part of her almos wishing he would touch her so she would feel justified in activating the chip. BUt she help on for now. She really didn't want to look like a bad guy... and she knew the fact that Moreau was so trigger-happy with the chip didn't help his popularity at all.
"It wasn't a game," she insisited, "it was a...a... experiement?" She blinked. "NotonethatIgreedwithatallletmepleasenote," she scrambled to get in before he had a chance to react. Jamal_Reedy "An experiment," he repeated, obvious disbelief now coloring his voice along with the anger, still keeping deceptively low-toned as he continued to stand face-to-face with the woman, though he had to look down since she was shorter than he was. "An experiment FOR WHAT? What in da ********' hell could you ********' be lookin' fo'?! You guys ain't happy watchin' us turn inta freaks? We don't give ya enough of a show in da duplexes?! Antony will be disappointed." It was a veiled comment, but if Aubrey had caught any of their 'extracurriculars' on the camera, she'd get his implied meaning. It was enough to make him give a barking, choked laugh before he regained his icey countenance. Just hit her, Jamal... came a gentle, insistent prod in the back of his mind. Claw her in the eyes. Teach her not to mess with a dominant male. This is your territory after all.The black man seemed to outwardly bristle and tense, staring silently at Aubrey with silent accusation for so much of what had gone on since he had been dropped there. Sadly, no answer would make him happy. Aubrey Lockheart "I don't know what they were looking for, okay?" she snapped. "It wasn't me, it was Dr. Duvert's idea. I didn't even know about it until I came back with Moreau. I didn't even know about it until I went to bring my gifts to the cafeteria and I saw everyone. I don't agree with happened. Which is why they didn't tell me what would be happening when I was gone!" Her cheeks stung again with embarassment, as she felt such the fool for the that debacle. It was embarassing to try to stand there and exert authority as second-in-command when having to admit the whole island was in panic mode and she didn't even know. She hated it. Jamal_Reedy "I don't believe you. Not afta' da' s**t you already pulled. Ain't no WAY." His hands would have scissored the air had he not been in such close proximity to the woman. "I ********' HATE bein' lied to...almost as much as I hate bein' treated like I ain't nuthin' but s**t on a white b***h's shoe." He laughed again, but it was a dangerous one and his hand twitched as he became acutely aware suddenly of the smell of fear in the immediate area and then something else shortly later. His eyes had focused on her neck and it was as though a switch had been flipped. It was like he could see the blood pumping through her vital jugular...yet he had no idea what that even was in his human mind. It had been drawn to his attention in some other manner. It would be so easy to slip a claw across that tender portion of flesh. Aubrey Lockheart "I'm NOT LYING!" she snapped back agrily, glaring at him. THat's it... she couldn't make the islanders happy by trying to be nice, and she couldn't make Moreau happy by trying to fight for more sympathy for the islanders. She was sick of this damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don't bullshit. "Just you try to imagine how much worse your position could be in! We hold your very godforsaken LIFE in the balance here, Mr. Reedy, and I know for a fact with YOUR CASE you might be on death row if it wasn't for us! Your a** could be rotting away in a jail cell being b***h to some guy named Bubba - so if thats where you'd RATHER be I'm sure something could be arranged!" Jamal_Reedy "Then I guess I best take advantage of it," he snarled as something inside him finally snapped and he gave in to the urges that the tiger had been practically cooing at him since this started. "You all wanted me ta be a ********' predator...now ya got what ya wanted!" He reached out again for Aubrey, this time NOT fooling around, and went to wrap one of his broad, paled hands about her neck, the nails pulling inwards to dig into her skin and muscle. He was either aiming to choke her or tear out vital lifelines in her throat...whichever happened, happened. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey yelped, taking her mind a second to register. She started screaming, as much as she could with his strong hands around her neck. Her brains started rapid-firing as she tried to get out the command words to get him to sleep. But the words "Jamal Reedy Sleep" were heavily interupted between her paniced cries.
Whether it was Aubrey's command, or whoever was on camera duty there was no way to tell, but only a few moments could pass before Jamal would feel an electrical-like surge tingle through his neck and down his spine as his vision clouded up. Within moments, he would fall to the ground unconscious.
Aubrey pulled his limp hand away from her throat and made a dead run for the facility - leaving everything else behind, including the blacked out Jamal. Jamal_Reedy Jamal snarled and dug as deep as he could. This would be glorious...it would be... He'd never know. The tingle shot up his spine so fast that only a look of utter confusion and a flash of terror managed to make it to his face before his eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped to the ground like a limp rag doll, left alone as Aubrey sprinted for safety.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:03 am
Original RP
Aubrey runs to the labs for help
March 12, 2006Aubrey Lockheart ((New RP))
Aubrey ran to the main facility in a terrified panic. Frustrated tears streaked down her face, and she didn't stop to catch her breath until she was in the elevators. She finally had to force herself to slow down as she yelled at the controls to take her to the main lab facilities.
She leaned back against the wall as the elevators started moving, taking some deep breaths. She reached up and gingerly touched her neck, wincing as her fingers came in contact with tender skin. She pulled it back and rubbed the bright red blood between her fingers. Great.
Aubrey had calmed down substantially by the time the got ot the labs...at least she wasn't in a panic anymore. She trotted down the hallway, looking for Moreau through the glass in the door until she saw him hunched over a microscope in Lab 4.
She flung open the door and raced towards him. "Nick!" she cried, flinginf her arms around his neck.
Aurbrey was in her blue beach sarong, sand caked all over her thighs and lower legs. There was blood trailing down from her neck, smeared in a few places, trailing down onto her shoulders. It didn't look gushing, but it was obviously more than a mere scrape - and it was hard to judge exactly how bad the wounds were from a first glance. A little blood can look like a lot, especially when its on someone you care abuot. Doctor Moreau "Aubrey... wha?" was Moreau's first reaction as the ran up to him. He looked down and noticed... blood. There was blood on her. A fiery rage burned in Moreau's eyes. A hatred that hadn't been there since the Dude had punched him, only this looked worse. He said one more word between gritted teeth. "Who...?" Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey pulled back a little to let him examine the injuries.
There were five puncture-like wounds. Four on one side of the neck,and one deeper one on the other. And the pale skin around the throat looked blotchy and tender...there would obviously be a bruise forming. The wounds were relatively deep, but not life-threatening. The pressure had been too quick or too weak to hit the jugular. They bled slowly, not pumping blood like a serious wound of the neck would be doing. But nonetheless, even surface wounds around the neck/head always bleed heavily for the severity of the cut.
"Reedy," she spat out. "We were arguing, he was bitching about ...well, everything." Doctor Moreau Jamal Reedy..."Don't worry Aubrey, I'll take care of everything." Moreau began to gather supplies to treat the wound. As he did so he thought. I didn't want to do it... but they forced me, how dare he hurt Aubrey... she's mine. Moreau was furious. After he'd done some basic care of the wound he looked at Aubrey. "Come, lets get you to the medical wing and have you looked at to be sure." Moreau began to walk Aubrey towards the elevator and down. On the way he had one hand around her and with the other hand he pulled out his cell style radio. "Sabin... I need you to take care of something." he said into the radio.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:05 am
Jamal's CageMarch 12, 2006 Quote: Jamal had spent the day alone...no one had even so much as passed by his cage to check how he was doing, let alone offer him anything to eat. It didn't matter too much though, because he probably wouldn't have eaten anyway. By now the confinement had gotten to him much quicker than he'd thought. The tiger was rabidly upset about this cruel enclosure with the jungle so close and it had driven Jamal nearly to the brink of insanity with it's frustration and fear. That coupled with the man's own fear of entrapment did little to help the situtation. He had spent a great part of the day doing nothing but pacing, his eyes bloodshot and glazed from a lack of sleep due to how uncomfortable the floor of the cage was, his skin ashen with the start of dehydration and the warm tropic air. Small wounds littered his hands, arms, and legs while bruised lined much of his exposed skin, results of his thrashing against the cage bars when he was compelled to test the restraints in a vain attempt at freedom. He'd even taken his claws to his own skin, mostly without any true malicious thought on his own part; there was just so much pent up frustration and nervous energy flowing through his body that he couldn't take it much longer and had grown clumsy with his weapon-tipped hands. Quote: The sound of a Jeep crunching over gravel could be heard in the near distance. Aubrey stepped out from the vehicle and made her way over to Jamal's inclosure. Her labcoat billowed in the wind behind her, and she adjusted her silk scarf around her neck as she came close. Her wounds were healing, but she wasn't going to give Jamal the pleasure of seeing the damage he made. She walked calmly but with purpose, trying to look confident and unfraid, but not mocking. Indeed, she wasn't here to further his punishment, but to see if he perhaps was ready to be released. She was silent until she could properly gauge his initial reaction. Quote: "Shut up, shut up, I ********' know!" he growled to himself suddenly, hands pressed to his temples with the claws pressing dangerously against the thin flesh there as he whirled on a heel to start another revolution about the cage. When he turned, he faced Aubrey's direction, but Jamal didn't even look AT her. Rather, he seemed to be looking through her if anything, straining to see the greenery behind her. Either he was ignoring her or he couldn't focus on her. No flicker of recognition lit on his features as he passed her, whirling to face 90 degrees in a new direction, pacing against that wall until he met a corner and whirled. A pained, mourning yowl emitted from him as he stopped in the corner opposite of Aubrey and he threw himself at the bars, grasping firmly onto the smooth shafts and violently shaking and tugging at them. When nothing happened, he even went as far to try and bite them with his elongated teeth, the enamal scraping painfully with a sound not unlike claws on a chalkboard. Quote: Aubrey frowned as he seemed to look past her, and she flinched at the sound of his claws on the metal. "Mr. Reedy...?" she ventured, coming as close as she felt safe he couldn't reach. "Care to talk?" She tried to catch his eyes. "About what happened? About were we go from here?" Quote: Jamal hissed and spat as his teeth caught on his tongue when they slipped off their intended target, dribbling a streak of blood on his chin until he swiped angrily at it with the back of a hand. He was about to resume pacing but this pause had allowed him to hear her inquiry and it broke through the tiger's nonstop panic and frustration, pulling his 'rational' human side to the front. The man whirled, brows narrowed above his icy blue eyes, which were currently more a lavendary pink from being so bloodshot. Though the initial expression and glare could have been deemed hostile, it never settled on Aubrey exactly. Rather, his stare wandered around her and his face flinched as did his whiskers. He said nothing at first and he looked like he was going to calm down, but he latched onto the bars instead and pressed his face into the open space between them. "It won't stop!" he mumbled randomly in complete obliviousness to her questions as he eyes finally focused n her, a look of panic gracing his expression now. "I can't shut 'im up. I can't tell 'im ta knock it da ******** off. All it wants is out THERE." He waved a hand in a grand, yet semi-frantic manner towards the largest patch of jungle he could see. Quote: Aubrey's frowned deepened. oh great... he's gone insane. She didn't know what to do at first, but she knew medication would probably be in order, unless she was just lucky and letting him free snapped from sense into him. This was interesting though, and she made mental notes off all his behavoir so she could enter it into his file later. But for now, Aubrey wondered if she could get him to focus now that he was looking at her. "I can help you, Mr. Reedy. But I need talk to you first. Do you remember what happened?" Quote: Jamal quieted, blinking frantically a moment as he tried to understand her question. Happened...what happened... Out. Get out NOW, begged the tiger in a keening wail. His grasp on the bars strengthened, his already pale knuckles turning whiter. He didn't know how much longer he could take this. "Aubrey," hissed Jamal suddenly as though he had an epiphany, his look of panic sharpening severely as his pupils contrated into pinpoints and he traded the distant stare for a highly predatory, calculating stare. "You ain't dead." He didn't look particularly surprised, nor disturbed at this discovery. It was more of a deadpan statement than anything. Quote: "No, I'm not," she returned, rather deadpan herself. "Though I think I would be if you had any say in it. But that's what I'm here to talk about." She crossed her arms. "You're in this cage for the attempt on my life. You realize this, right?" Quote: "Naw, I figgered ya did this fo' peeps ya -really- liked," he retorted bitterly, nostrils flaring as he exhaled sharply, face still pressed through the space between the bars. "Liked 'em so much dat ya kill 'em from da inside out." As much as he wanted to have a 'friendly' chat, it was physically impossible for him to stop moving for long, so soon enough he pried his face away and started pacing again, the nub of his tail lashing pathetically over the waistband of his jeans. Quote: "Well two second ago you didn't even seem to recognize me so I'm just making sure we're all on the same page so to speak," she sarcasticly droned. "Anyway," she sighed, promising herself to stay calm. "This was a punishment. This was a lesson," she said, pacing a bit to keep up with him as he paced in the cage. "Allright - we are not ignorant to the fact that you are prisoners here. But you guys have to realize that this kind of behavoir will not be tolerated!" She pointed to her neck. "You don't have to like it here. You don't have to like us. BUT, you are under OUR control, you got that? Now how easy you make your lives here is up to you. You want to try to kill the staff? Escape? Nothing we can do to get you stop trying. But this," she motioned to the cage, "this is your future if you chose that path. Now if you want to cooperate, behave like the human beings I know you are," Aubrey pointed tapped on her head, illustrating her meaning, "you can live your lives here in as much comforts as we can manage." She reached in her labcoat pocket and pulled out a baggie of weed and a lighter, tossing them into the cage. Quote: Jamal recoiled from the objects thrown in his cage as though he didn't recognize them, pulling his lips back in a hiss, and hunched in the corner as he stared at her in a decidedly conflicted manner. "You people are all 'bout lessons, ain't ya? Lessons 'n' experiments 'n' bullshit like dat, but ya tell us we got control ova' how easy our live gonna be?" he responded darkly, his tone sounded vaguely distracted, licking a dribble of blood from his lip as it continued to bleed from the fang knick it received. "If I wanted ta make things real easy, I'd jus' ********' kill myself b'fo you people kin do it fo' me. There ain't nuthin' here fo' me no mo'. Eitha' I be captured on an island o' be locked in a box wit' some ********' animal livin in my brain eitha' way. It won't STOP." Quote: "If we think you're suicidal you'll find yourself in a little white padded room like you would if you were anywhere else in the world." She sighed, this wasn't going as well as she h oped. But she supposed it could have beeb worse. "But if you tried you could find things to live for. There's the jungle, there's the beach. There's friends? You and Antony are close, yes? I know she's not happy abuot you being stuck in this cage." Quote: "We're all good actors when we wanna be," he growled cryptically from his corner, turning his back on her to peer longingly towards the jungle again out the opposite side. "I think you outta' know what I mean." The mention of the jungle made him give a whine and he went from being hostile and sarcastic to quiet and unfocused again, pressing his forehead to the chilled metal of his enclosure. For all purposes, he looked rather defeated and apathetic. Quote: Aubrey sighed. Time for the moment of truth. She walked over to the cage and found the control panel. Keeping one weary eye on Jamal, she pressed her palm to the pad and them punched in a long numeric code. Electronic beeping following by a loud mechanical series of clicks could be heard. Swallowing her fear, and the sleep command at the tip of her tounge, Aubrey got a firm grip on one of teh bars and pulled the heavy cage open. Quote: Jamal didn't look up as Aubrey grew silent, figuring that she had left like everyone else tended to do after a few minutes of dealing with him, but when he heard clicks and beeps, the tip of one elongated ear swivelled as much as was anatomically possible then and he turned in time to see the cage open, the bars no longer presenting a prison wall on one side. If he had been thinking with his human mind, he probably would have picked up the pot and lighter, gave Aubrey the finger or snapped at her somehow, and went home. Unfortunately, his tiger mind seemed to be much stronger than his human impulses (and this was growing more and more common as of late) and so as soon as it opened, he slinked forward warily, eyes on the woman in a very untrusting manner. He felt like this was a cruel trick of some kind. Quote: Aubrey backed off from the cage and held her hands up, nodding to him. "You don't have to like me, Mr. Reedy. You just have to respect the position we're in." Quote: A snarl touched the curve of his lip as she moved away and he stepped over the stuff she had tossed in the cage, disinterested in pot and a lighter for what had to be the first time in a VERY LONG time, whiskers bristling as tension reached it's peak. The tiger was almost screaming at him to run while he had the chance. "I don't respect nuthin' you people do," he drawled harshly, tenatively reaching out to the open wall as though it were a mere illusion. He didn't want to fall into another trap. "Ya give me an honorable reason ta respect someone, then I might. This ain't respect. This is torture ta make us afraid. You jus' want us ta be afraid of yer position." Quote: "Whatever makes you sleep better at night, Mr. Reedy," she said, eyes narrowed. "Be afraid. Just realize thats it YOU who had control over how easy your lives can be here. This cage was punishment for attempted murder. Keep your paws to yourself, and hopefully you won't end up in here again." Quote: Jamal had to severely resist the urge to turn on her right then and there, taking the narrowed eyes and snapped retort as a challenge. She had wonderfully solidified her status in Jamal's mental cache as someone to hate and someone he'd destroy if ever possible. Certainly not now...but someday, perhaps. "Nothin' herr is our decision no mo'," said Jamal flatly. "No matta' what you say. Ev'rything is nuthin' but lies 'n' it's all 'bout who can do it da best." He had no more words for the woman, fearing that he might do something he might regret later for being so hasty, and turned his gaze on the jungle. The predator would bide his time in familiar surroundings and analyze his prey. That was his only option for now. Without another word, he left the cool metal box in favor of the warm earth beneath his bare feet and slunk towards the jungle, holding his posture like a truely wild animal being released from captivity. Quote: Aubrey ran a hand through her thick hair and sighed. Everything was going fine for so long, not everything was falling apart. She watched him go silently, making sure she was well out of harms way before getting in her Jeep and driving off.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:06 am
Original RP
Chert confronts Aubrey
March 13, 2006Chert Sanders New RP Somehow Chert made it to the labs, although it happened more by chance than because of any efforts on his part. Driving in the dark was not the best way to memorize the lay of the land. Of course, now that he'd made it, he realized that his path to the building was blocked by a large, sturdy fence. He laced his fingers through the links and rattled it violently. "Nicolaus!" he shouted, using the name he'd been familiar with in high school instead of the more formal 'Dr. Moreau.' "We've got some pretty ******** heavy things to discuss! Now!" It had occured to him earlier that the speaker in his room might be a more efficient means of communication, but Chert had rejected it in favor of some face-to-face contact (and if he weren't so furious, he might have even laughed at the pun). It didn't occur to Chert that Moreau might not even answer him; Chert's mind was firmly set on the thought of confronting that twisted b*****d, because contemplating the position he was suddenly stuck in was a little too much at the moment. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey was in her office pouring over some lab work when her cel phone buzzed. She pullled it out and, of habit, tucked it in the crook of her neck. This caused her to shriek in pain - her neck was horribly bruised and very sore. The phone clattered to the desk and she cursed herself. Pickup the phone and more deliberately holding it to her ear, she growled "Hello?"
"Dr. Lockheart, we have a problem on Monitor 5b." said one of the lab techs, most likely the one on camera duty.
Aubrey sighed and grabbed the remote, signaling the screen in her room to display 5b. There was Mr. Sanders, acting a fool at the front gates. He probably finally met up with some of the other islanders.
"I'll take care of it," she sighed into the phone and snapped it closed.
She got up and put on her labcoat, then slug a silk scarf around her neck to hide the bruise.
A few moments later, she appeared through the front doors of the facility. "Good day to you, Mr. Sanders," she called to him sounding overly cheery. "Can I help you?"
She made it to the gate, staring face to face with Chert, but not opening the gate. Chert Sanders Chert glared at the woman on the other side of the gate, his lips pressed together in a thin, angry line. "It is most definitely not a 'good day,'" he snapped. "There is nothing 'good' about this miserable ******** day. In fact, I'd go so far as to say this day sitting on the goddamned rock bottom of my list of 'good days,' so would you please cut the polite s**t and tell me why exactly I'm here." Aubrey Lockheart "Oh, that's not a good attitude to have, Mr. Sanders," Aubrey said, clucking her teeth. She placed a hand on her hip and raised her eyebrows at him. "If you think today is rock bottom, you might find that the bottom might be falling out on you sometime soon."
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and adjusted her scarf to make sure her injury wasn't showing. "I hope you know that if you ask me, you're getting pretty easy. Especially after how you treated Nick in high school. YOu remember, don't you... what you did? Did you know he still carried scars around from then?" She seemed pretty steamed as she glared at him, waiting for an answer to her chastizing. Chert Sanders "That was over a decade ago!" Chert protested. "Jesus, I hadn't even thought of Moreau until he sent me the invitiation." But Moreau had obviously been thinking of him, and the simple passing of time apparently failed to solve anything. Chert raked his hands through his hair in frustration and began to pace. He strove to instill a semblance of rationality into his voice, but all he really wanted to do was break something. "Of course I remember," he said. He hadn't exactly sat down and thought about it, but somewhere in the back of his mind he'd long ago admitted that he'd been in the wrong during high school. "What does he want? An apology? Because this is a pretty strange way to go about it." Aubrey Lockheart "Too late for apologies, really," Aubrey said, opening a control box near the gaze and flipping a switch. "How odd, this gate is suposed to be electified... I'll have to get someone on that." Shrugging, she flipped the box closed and went back to looking at Sanders in the eyes. "But if you want to apologize to make youself feel better, I'm sure Moreau would appreciate it."
The words Aubrey spoke to her the othre night resounded in her head. Moreau had actually implied they mihgt have had a whole other life if Moreau didn't have to live in fear of bullies like CHert. This made her angry... very angry. Especially with Jamal's attempt at her life throbbing under her scarf.
"And you know... if figures someone like you wouldn't have even thought abour Moreau. I mean, what kind of justice is that? You know.. people like him, people like me... you guys think you can just say anything to us... make us feel like s**t. You people... " Aubrey took a breath, trying not to let her voice go so high. It was obious Aubrey was letting some personal deflection creep into this conversation.
"You people give us wounds that will never heal. It takes years to look into a mirror on not hear poeple laughing in your ear. Images of people pointing, laughing. It effects you... through college...after. Why is it fair that WE have to live through that... but you. You guys just leave us behind...go into your little frat-houses and never give us a second thought. We're done with. You tear into us and when you're done with us you get to move on and never have to face what you did." Aubrey voice dipped low, huanting. "You never have to answer for it." Obviously, Aurbey was implying he would be answering for it now. Chert Sanders "Whatever helps you justify your little operation here," Chert sneered derisively. Although it was readily apparent, Aubrey's outburst had affected him. He'd stopped pacing and had folded his arms over his chest almost protectively, but was careful to maintain the outer appearance infuriation. There was no way in hell he'd show one glimmer of weakness in front of one of Moreau's cohorts. Ironically, though, most of the worries and hurts that Aubrey described were almost exactly the things that had goaded the adolescent Chert into ragging on Moreau. It was just that instead of internalizing his insecurities and dealing with them that way, he'd displaced them onto the unforunate fledgling scientist (not that Chert had enough insight into his inner workings to come to that conclusion). Chert leaned in close to the fence and met Aubrey's gaze. He didn't want to ask the question, but it seemed to drag itself forcefully from his throat. His voice was low and raw. "What did you bastards do to me?" Aubrey Lockheart She leaned in to meet his gaze. "Welcome to the Island of Dr. Moreau," she almost purred. "We're doing some wonderul work genetic work here. Its amazing how close we've come to conquering the human genome. We can manipulate it...change it. We can virtually turn any living human cell into a stem cel. And you'd be facinated to see what happens when you inject branched animal DNA into a subject whose been treated with some of the gene theropy serums we've developed here."
She straighted up and nonchalanty messed with her nails. "Hope you like rats. You seemed to be rather fond of them in high school, you know. Wanting to set them free and all," she said ominously. Chert Sanders Chert's entire frame seemed to sag under the weight of the Aubrey's insinuation. He'd been trying to escape the obvious all day, but there was no way around it; his days living as a human being were rapidly drawing to a close. It was like some horrible twist on the process of reincarnation, except you were supposed die before you turned into something else, not stand there and gawk as you grew a ******** tail, or got your joints rearranged, or turned rubbery and gray. "Hope you like rats." With suddenly clarity, Chert remember the experiment he'd found in the corner cage the night he'd crept in to set the rest of the rats free. He hadn't done it out of any noble concern for the rights or well-being of test animals; it had just been yet another way to pester Moreau. But that thing he'd found hidden away beneath the cover... The vison of the deformed creature had sat in his brain like a hunk of rotting flesh until he'd managed to bury it deep enough to mask its stench. Now, though... Chert's arm shot out like a cobra-strike in an attempt to grab Aubrey's collar. He wasn't sure of what he intended to do- make her stop it, perhaps reverse the process- but he could barely think admist the fog of his desperation. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey squealed in surprise as he reached out to grab her "Brian Sanders SLEEP!" she cried.
That would be last thing he would hear. A suddent jolt of eletricity would shoot through his neck and he would crumple to the ground, unconscious. Chert Sanders Chert hit the ground hard. He was vaguely aware of a thud that echoed painfully throughout each and every once of his nerves as the surge of electricity caused his muscles to contract all at once. And then he wasn't aware of anything at all.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:08 am
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:09 am
Original RP
Aubrey meets Billy
March 19, 2006Aubrey came out of Colche's duplex and started her way back to her Jeep packed out in the village square. She reached in the back and pulled on her labcoat and adjusted her grey beret. She leaned up in the side and pulled out her satchel and looked over what needed to be done on the island, seeing if she could take care of anything in the village since she was here anyway.
She had forgotten to re-don her scarf, leaving her neck exposed to the bruise and the bandages.
She heard someone storm out of the Hall, and looked up.Billy's pace had doubled once he was out of the doors, and he stumbled when he caught sight of the young woman in a labcoat. His eyes widened and he hurried towards her, gesticulating madly, "I want t'speak wit' th'doc NOW!" He snarled, "Firstly, he knows soddin' well th'agreement we had! An' if he don' remember, I certainly don' think I made i' up! I wan' them back an' I wan' them back NOW. Soddin' headgames, tha's wha' these people are sellin' an' I aint buyin'! An' in conclusion, I am not very happy."
Aubrey's eyes widened a bit as he hurried over to her, obviously distressed. Thankfully she was in an excellent mood from talking to COlche. "Whoa whoa whoa calm down there," she said, holding her hands up. "Mr. ah, Wood-dard, was it?"
She hoped he would calm down enough to talk reasonably. "Dr. Moreau is unavailable at the moment, perhaps I can help you. My name is Dr. Lockheart, I work directly under Moreau."
"Tha' bloke had feckin' dog ears!" Billy cried sharply, pointing back the way he had come with a shaking hand. His face was as pale as ever, punctuated by the dark circles that had formed around his eyes. Oh goody. It was one of those islanders. She tucked the pen behind her ear. "You're on a highly experimental medical testing facility, Mr. Wooddard. Surely the good doctor informed you of that...?" To be honest she didn't know the details of his agreement with MOreau."Tha' aint experimental, it's mental!" He flailed, "I though' I was gonna have shampoo tested on me li' or somesuch! Guinniepig fer pharmicuticals, no' a bloody Guinniepig!!" He sniffed, his nose burning and dry and dying as his priorities swung with his mood and he reeled back towards her, "An' they're soddin' *theives* t'boot!!"
Aubrey blinked, just now realizing that he looked rather...strung out. The closest things to drugs she ever did was handling the pot to deliver to the islanders. "Uhm.. I'm sorry if you misunderstood the clauses of the contract, sir, but I'm afraid that simply isn't anything we can do now."
She looked him over and frowned. "Theives?"
"Aye, theives! Tha' soddin' short gel wit' th'green spotty face an' a camera! She took somethin' o'mine an' I want it back. Yer staff, y'said! Do somethin' about this!"
Aubrey pinched the bridge of her nose. Who was he talking about? Camera... Joliette?
"What did she take, sir... I'll look into it."
"Oh, she knows wha' she took, lass. An if I don' get it back, she can be certain it'll be more'n a camera lense breakin' next!! I been good! I've kept under control, jes' li' th'ol' Doc asked! Jes' this tiny thing, s'all I want. Don' see where there's th'offence in tha'! Y'aint gonna deny a man in pain his relief??" He grabbed a hold of her arm, his grip tight and desperate.Aubrey reeled back. "Unhand me THIS instant, sir, or you will regret it!"
"I been GOOD!" He groaned, stumbling after her like a sick, needy, giant child, his face twitching and flinching worse than befor. She could get it for him! She was just under Moreau, that's what she said! She might have keys! "Give them t'me, lass... c'mere t'me..." he begged, his train of thought lost in his head, making his speech a touch hard to follow.
Still high on her motherly run-in with Colche, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. He was obviously sick...was he withdrawling? Moreau brought a drug-addict on the island? They wouldn't have any idea how the serum would react to his body chemistry! Or perhaps that was the point....?
"Please sir," she tried to make her voice sound calming. "Please...why don't you come with me back to the labs.... I can get you to a doctor..."
"I DON' NEED A FECKIN' DOCTOR!" He shreiked, slapping her away suddenly in a childish flail. The world seemed to spin suddenly, rocking him back against her Jeep to cling to the door, panting as he staired wide-eyed at the gravel beneith them. He didn't need a doctor. He knew what he needed! He'd tell her outright if she woudln't take them. He knew she'd take them. She seemed like the type. Pyroth had said he'd help him, but he hadn't. He hadn't and he was dying. He could feel it. His sences dull and weak and useless. He needed the brightness. He needed the spark. She'd help him get it... He'd trick her... he'd get her to open that door... no wif only the ground would stay still...
"I would beg to differ," she sighed, looking a little lost as to what to do. She backed a bit away from him, but tried not to look scared. "YOu're sick. Are you... you..you're missing your drugs, aren't you?"
His eyes widened again and his nostrils flaired, "I din' say tha'! Y'din' hear me sayin' tha'! I din' bring tha' up!"
Aubrey chewed on her bottom lip. "Look, I'm a doctor, okay. I know what I'm seeing here. Its okay, you're not going to get in trouble. We just want to help you.."
"Li' hell y'do! Yer gonna'... gonna'... make an a** of me! Only literal-like!" He backed away from her now, his eyes wild and manic and bloodshot.
"No no, I don't think donkey is what Moreau had in mind with you," she mumbled under her breath. "Look, Mr. Wooddard... you're not going to get your drugs back, okay. At least... not the kind I think yu're missing." SHe felt so odd she was about to say the next sentence. "We have plenty of, ah... marajuana if that might help?"
At that, his face went red, "Offerin' me morphine when I need speed! Apples an' oranges, lass! Wha d'yemean I aint gettin' them back??" He seemed horrified, his hand to his chest as though gripping his heart.
Aubrey winced. "We use it for medicinal purposes. You need to get off that stuff, Mr. Wooddard. Its for your health."
"WOODROW!" He shreiked, unable to hold it in any longer, "ME NAME IS FECKIN' WOODROW!"
Aubrey squeaked out an "im sorry" but was honestly rather thankful. Now she knew his real name incase she needed to activate the sleep command.
"But please... let us help you. You need to get off that stuff. Now please, if you come back with me I'm sure we can find some way to calm you down and get you past this."
"It's all her fault! She knew abou' it! She's bitter 'cause... cause I'm human an' she's go' tha' hairy a**! So she... she ha' tha' other one rob me!" He babbled, shaking his head as he continued to back away, clinging to the Jeep still for support.
Aubrey shook her head. "Mr. Woodrow you're not making any sense. Can't you see you need to calm down and get some help?"
He seemed unable to be reasoned with, too far lost in his coke starved mind, "Y'say y'want t'help me bu' ye'll help th'wrong thing!" He snapped, "This aint Reality Television!" His sences were realing, part of him knowing that he wasn't making sence, but the part of his mind that controlled his mouth seemed preoccupied with the rally that was going on in central control, begging for a work bonus or threatening to go on strike.
"Look, you're just...going through withdrawel. Its going to hell, allright, but you have to get past it. Once its over, it'll be over for good. But right now you just gotta stick through it.."
"Ye don' have a clue wha' yer talkin' abou' do ye??" He moaned, "T'hell wit' this whole feckin' island!!" He spat, throwing his hands up to wobble away, nearly falling when the world took a lurch.
Aubrey bit down on her lip, not knowing what else to do. "It will get better in the end?" she tried to offer, knowing how silly she probably sounded."Apparently no' if I'm gonna turn into an animal at th'end o' it all!!"
Aubrey twisted her fingers in her hands. "Its not that bad, really. You never have to work. We take care of you here. Almost anything you want.. we'll provide it."
She winced. "Well, except heroin or whatever it is your on."
"I aint on anytin' wich is th'problem!" He sputtered, giving her another dismissing wave of the hands.
Aubrey raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Whatever."
She got back into her Jeep, watching him wearily. "Its only going to get worse before it gets better. But then it will be much better. I promise."
He scrambled in front of the car, practically throwing himself over the hood, "No, no! Y'gotta' help me, lass!"
Aubrey gave him an exasperated look. "HOW?" she sighed. "I"m not going to give you your drugs back, Mr. Woodrow. How do you want me to help you?"
"Why no'??" He slammed a fist down on the hood of her car, "A wee sniff o' somethin's hardly as bad as turnin' people hairy!" His voice had taken a pleeding tone, hands slapping together to beg. "I'm sorry," she said with a frown. "You're thank me one day."
"Thank ye fer nothin'!" He snarled, kicking the bumper sharply befor giving a cry of pain, hopping on one foot as he shook the hurt one sorely, cursing angrilly.
Aubrey sighed. "I'm sorry. I will talk to Joli about stealing, though. If thats any consolation."
"Consilation me arse," He grunted, staggering back with a look of disgust. He'd go lay down. Just go lay down. He murmured to himself as he wobbled towards his duplex, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and worked on trying to light it once it was between his lips.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:12 am
Original RP
Moreau drugs Billy. Billy molests Colche.
March 20, 2006Moreau was a bit fed up. He'd done a lot to encourage this "new side" of Aubrey and shortly after that she'd completely lost it. Don't misunderstand, he didn't want her mean all the time, but he was trying to push her to a breaking point where she would just stop caring so much. Maybe even encourage a bit of malice. Not too much, he loved her you see... he just wanted him and her to be more... compatible.
Of course her interactions with Billy tonight, following the interactions with Colche that Moreau was sure was the source of her refound "good will" had complicated things. Waiting until he knew Aubrey would be fast asleep in the mansion, and putting some less-than-stellar performing technician on camera duty, Moreau had the tape looped in Billy's room and Colche's room show them sleeping uncomfortably while he took care of some things.
Not trusting anyone else with this as word might get back Moreau crept into Billy's room, invisible to the cameras. He then, inspired by much of Sabin's research and incentives injected Billy with a powerful viagra like substance mixed with a strong hallucenagen. He then placed a small voice microtransmitter into Billy's ear. It was small, and would stick a bit but should wash out with some water (when he next showered) and fall down a drain to never be seen again.
Moreau returned to the labs and left the display to loop on the poor technician, who read a magazine and went abuot rather ignorant to things going on. Moreau made sure the actual footage from Colche;s room (and now Billy's) was being recorded to a special tape he could show Aubrey the debacle that was abuot to be played out when she got word of what happened the next day. Moreau also made double sure he himself was never caught on the cameras.
Once the cameras were figured out, he went into his office and watched the live feed. Into the transmitted her said "Billy... wake up Billy. Don't you see the line running all the way to Duplex 17... all the way to the little Cheetah Princess. What you've been wanting... looking for... seeking... is there."
Moreau thought that the Viagra base and the LSD would allow him to not only visualize the line running into the room and to Colche herself, but perhaps change his mind about what exactly he wanted. He watched, knowing that he wouldnt let it go too far, but he wanted it to get just close enough to bring out that cruel streak in Aubrey again.
To anyone else it would just seem like Billy had snapped mentally, I mean who could blame him. Seeing as he was cold turkeying hard.
Of course, as was not too uncommon, Colche's door was unlocked..."Billy... wake up Billy. Don't you see the line running all the way to Duplex 17... all the way to the little Cheetah Princess. What you've been wanting... looking for... seeking... is there."
Billy shifted in his sleep, giving a groan. He was feeling.... alright. Better. The sickness still gripped him like a flu, but their simptoms seemed... less important just then.
The line the line follow the line-
shinding through the darkness that seemed to have gotten an oily texture to it was a silver thread, dripping and warping in the moonlight from his window. He stared at it, dumbfounded as he wobbled. His eyes wandered about his room. The walls were melting! Slipping, dripping down in a muted rainbow of color like oil glistening on water.
What you've been wanting-
He felt himself move to his feet, and he was suddenly towering upwards, far above his bed, the room flairing into light for just a moment as his head swam and the whiteness faded.
-looking for-
The line... the line... it was like a trick of the light, flickering and dancing about his feet as he walked. He was feeling... hot. He was feeling... bothered. What was he looking for? His stash? This wasn't the path to that duplex... it was leading towards another. Had it moved? He was feeling pretty good. Very good, in fact. Did he need his stash? The line arched, flickering over the door and he was amused as it was consumed by his shadow from the lamps.
-seeking-
He watched as his hand stretched out away from him for miles and miles befor it took a hold of the cold round nob, the door cracking open to spill shadows out over his feet like water being released. Or was it water? Why would they keep water in a room like this? He shuddered, the drugs he had been injected with slowly crawling through his system, taking a hold of him. Taking control.
Even in the darkness, the colors seemed to flair to life, bending and curling around him as he felt the heat down in his loins errupt. What was he looking for? What was he here for??
-is there.
As the door swung open silently, his eyes adjusted, taking in the form of a sleeping figure. His mouth twitched into a grin. Oh. Oh yes. Oh yes indeed. The moonlight played over the slender figure of the little cheetah girl, the soft moons rays highlighting her brownish golden fur. She slept soundly. her ears moving slightly though it seemed they only twitched to rid them selves of a pesky bug which sat there.
The little white rabbit on the floor skittered and jumpped at the arival of somone in to the room, mouncing off to it's own little hiding place in a dark corner. Still the cheetah girl slept on, blissfully unaware of the aproacting 'predator', happilydreaming of balls, and princesses and partys and things that made her happy. She moved ever so slightly in ehr sleep a tiny puurr escaping from her chest, before she rolled over and stretches slightly.
Her blanket had been descarded some where during the night and she slept as she usually did, without an ounce of cloathing on, only her jet black hair covered one breast. Stil she slept, the extra shadows which cast accorss her room happily ignored.Billy's lips parted, his breathing quickening as his eyes raked over her sleeping form. So soft, so delicate, the female figure, so supple, so curved, so enticing... his hands, trembling now for a different reason as he crept towards the bed. Brilliant and vibrant, as though painted and then excentuated with a blacklight, Colche's room spun around him. Her herself a sharp, contrasting yellow against the velvet black walls, twisting and formless to his eyes. Black hair and soft, warm breasts and curved hips. He wasn't on the island anymore. This wasn't the cheetah girl. She was more familiar. Different, changing and shifting in the shadows as he bent in close, "Edel.... Edel wha're y'doin' here, Lass?" He breathed.Colche made a little uncomfortable sound in her sleep "colche" she muttered and yawned showing her fangy teeth, before licking her lips, her blue eyes even opened a slit for a moment before she scrunched back up and sniffed "sleepin" she mumbled, quite obviously still sound asleep casting Billy off as part of her endless dreaming.
She smiled in ehr sleep, her long tail giving a tiny twitch as she nuzzled i to her pillows. Nothing seemed to be able to wake her, it was the middle of the nict, sleep time, everything else was forgotten.
He chuckled, eyes distant and disconnected to what he was really seeing. Edel. Oooh, Edel... he hadn't seen her in years! What brought her here, he wondered mildly for a moment befor the growing feeling of needingness seemed to overflow from him. Hot and bothered. He slipped onto the bed, sliding his arms around her, pulling her face up to his to kiss her furry muzzle hungrilly, "Ach, lass... s'been so long..."Okay, she was awake now. The touch of arms on her body braught her to slow wakefulness, thinking maybe it was Aubrey. She smiled, though when his lips touched hers her eyes were open like a shot and she tried to pull away, her hands pushing at his shoulders "badbad!" she snapped at him, her tail waving wildley as she tried to push herself away from the man who held on to her, her big blue eyes frightened, not again, not ever again, not again!"Good! Good!" He giggled maniacly, only his grey eyes picking up the light from outside as he danced arond the bed. A game! It was a game! A game that made him... excited. Hungry. Hungry hungry hungry, the walls were swirling around them, the ground lurching under his feet and he stumbled to fall back down onto the matress beside her, laughing as he made to grab for her hair, "C'mere, t'me! I gotcha'!"Colche tried to scramble away from him when he released her for a moment only to be jolted back by her hair. She turned to faced the big man, her huge blue eyes wide and frightened "NONO!" she shouted barreing her teeth as she panted irratically, "nono!" she truely didn't know what to do so she simply squirmed and put her clawed fingers against his chest trying to push away "never, no, never!" "Playin' hard t'get, eh?" He snickered, his arms much stronger than her's as he pulled her against him sharply, and his excitement became terrifyingly obvious as he pushed her down, laying down on top of her to kiss her once more.Colche squeekedher claws digging in to his chest a bit as he pulled her closer. Whe he clambered atop her though, she hissed, her ears flattening tightly against her head ad she looked for a means of escape. "NONO! Billy NO!" she sniffles, the tears starting to well in ehr eyes."Yes, yes," He snickered, hands sliding down to cup her breasts, the intoxicants corsing through him, urging him forward and he was not about to fight it. The room continued to spin, flashing colors brightly as his heart raced.Colche panted, her breaths becoming rapit and frightened, she was scared, this wasn't happening, this didn't happen on the island! Tears rolled down her furry cheeks as she pushed weakly against his chest, her claws seeking refuge in his skin, maybe she could destract him and he would go. He was so strong though, so strong and heavy.."plea..no"" she squeeked.He could dimly feel the pain of her claws as his blood soaked through his shirt, his legs straddling her, keeping her pinned as he chuckled, "How long's it been since I seen ye, lass? Five years? Longer?" His hands moved to unbutton his trousers.Colches ears flattened tightly against her head and she made a low, rumbling growling noise "Billy no" she mumbled again her claws free as she tried to roll over and escape him by clinging to the bed frame."Oh ho! Where're y'goin'?" He lunged forward, wrenching her back by her hair as he pulled her against him, "Bill's go' an itch, lassy! Won' y'help him scratch it?" It wasn't the cheetah girl's face he saw in the brilliant colors flashing in the darkness. Warping, wobbling, twisting in front of him was a more familiar face. A face he hadn't seen in a long time. A face he recognized and sometimes missed. Only sometimes.Colche sobbed quietly, her head was becoming sore her body already starting to feel tender and bruied from the imminant happenings. She couldn't escape. She had never been able to escape before. Her big blue eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip until it bled, though she still, weakly tried to push away at his chest "plea..no..billy..no!" she mumbled again, lost in a horible hazey fear and memories of her past."C'mon, C'mon, Lassy... Edel... Edel love..." He panted, so close, so close to solving his needy problem when suddenly he jerked, eyes going wide as suddenly electricity jolted through him from the controlling chip in the back of his head. Trousers tugged down around his knees, his rear bare to the ceiling he suddenly fell forward on top of her, fully unconcious.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:14 am
Original RP
Aubrey get pissed.
March 20, 2006Moreau sat in his office, mulling over his dirty deed. He needed to figure out how to best approach this. He stood up, walked to his private bathroom and did his best to make himself look a bit messy and shocked. Moreau then took the elevator up to his mansion, and headed strait towards the bedroom walking with a fast pace to make sure his approach would seem as realistic as possible if she did hear him. Moreau came to the bed, and set his hand on Aubrey. "Aubrey, Aubrey, wake up it's important... it's about Colche." Aubrey shifted awake, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "huh?" she murmered out, trying to wake herself up. "Wha? Colche?"
"You need to see... I'm so sorry that I ever brought him here. Such a mistake." Moreau looked hagled and started heading back to the elevator, knowing that Aubrey would quickly follow him. He wanted to build her anxiousness level. Aubrey looked confused, her brow furrowing. She jumped out of bed and grabbed her rose, tying it as she scurried to catch up with Nick. "Huh?? Who? What happened to Colche!?"
"She's fine, she's fine Aubrey..." Moreau sighed. "Thankfully we got the situation under control, if I hadn't walked in on that slacking technician when I had. Well I dread what might have happened." Moreau was stuttering and making it sound like he was just as confused as Aubrey. Aubrey looked shocked. "Did someone try to HURT her?? who! Who was it?"
"Billy... just... you need to see." Moreau said solemnly, the elevator dinged on the office floor. Moreau took Aubrey into his office where he then sat at his computer. A few key strokes later he'd pulled the video out of their digital archive. He let Aubrey watch the video from the point where Billy opened Colche's door, from the camera in Colche's room's perspective. He buried his face a bit in shame while she watched it. Aubrey's leaned over the desk. As she watched, her knuckles turned white as her hands pressed on the wood. She started to shake in anger. "That b*****d!" she screamed. "How... how DARE he.. Oh my god... Colche..."
Moreau put his hand on Aubrey's shoulder. "Calm down... we both should calm down. The best way to handle things like this is calmly." Moreau collected himself for Aubrey. "Something must be done you know..." he whispered. "I'm not going to calm down!! Dammit, Nick... the guy is STRUNG OUT... why did you bring just a fry-head here anyway!" Aubrey quickly put a stop to that train of thinking.. that was the cloest Aubrey's every come to yelling at Moreau...ever. "Ugh..." she spun around and paced the room. "Nick, she's just a CHILD! A child." She wrapped her arms around her, feeling the tears about to come. "Dammit, Nick, she's supposed to feel safe here.. I've PERSONALLY promised her she doesn't have to be afraid anymore!"
"I know I know... and I didn't realize this would happen, that he'd be so uncontrolable." he sighed but gave Aubrey a stern look for just about yelling at him. "Honestly it should have been good for him, getting him away from crime and drugs." he stuttered, intentionally of course. "I... I had no idea that something like this would happen. No idea he'd be that hopeless of a case." "But Colche is safe now atleast..." Moreau rubbed Aubrey's shoulder lightly. "I'll take care of the technician that had Camera duty..." He avoided smirking "If you want to deal with Billy personally that is..." "Hell yes I will!" She proclaimed, hitting her fist against a filing cabinent, t hen wincing and rubbing it. "The b*****d... he might have ruined everything I've been working for!"
Moreau was actually a bit suprised at the reaction he was getting. He knew from personal experiece that Aubrey had a temper. Still, he was hoping to draw out a bit more of her cold, calculating, side that he knew she had. That was Moreau's favorite side of her, the one that was the most like him. "Aubrey... Aubrey... don't hurt yourself. Handle this rationally. Colche is okay, Billy needs to be dealt with but Colche wasn't hurt or..." Moreau stopped there. "What I mean to say is, you can take care of this, we can recover from this." Moreau tried to look sympathetic but comforting. "Do what you feel you need to..." he said. "Oh, I know what I need to do. Teach that sonnofabitch a lesson is what I need to do! Trust me... I'll... I'll make sure he learns a valuable lesson I will..."
"I'm certain Aubrey, but first you might want to get dressed. He's already been collected." Moreau's lip curled a bit. "What would you like done with him?" Aubrey took a deep, calming breath. "I don't know yet. I'll think abuot it on my way down there." She headed towards the door to get dressed.
The door closed and Moreau finally let a grin creep to his face. It was going... as planned.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:16 am
Original RP
Aubrey gets even.
March 20, 2006Island of Moreau When Billy wakes up, he wakes up in a cold, stale observation room in the labs. Everything is white. The floors, the walls, the ceiling. There is, of course, cameras in the top corners, and a shatter-proof mirror that, he could probably guess, were two-way. He's laying on a plain cot (no sheets) in a backless hospital gown. He feels numb and sore, having been under anesthetics. There's no telling how long he's been out, but he would be incredibly hungry and thirsty. A glass of water and a sandwich is waiting for him by the locked door on a napkin. When he tries to get up, a pain both sharp and dull would shoot through his groin. Upon inspection he would find one of Man's biggest fears. Surgically shaven, and leaving behind a very tiny, professional, neat little zipper stitch on his most sensitive of places, Billy would find that he was now one family jewel short of a crown.
After a long hesitation with heald breath, he reached down to inspect again. Slowly, ever so slowly, clinging to the moments where he coudl remain in ignorance of whether or not his terrible suspicion was true or not, he lifted up the hospital gown.
And Billy screamed.
Locked in a white cel, with nothing but himself to look at in the mirror, it was a while befor his voice had become hoarse and the initial shock had died. "Where th'feckin' bloody HELL are YE? Y'come in here an' I swear ther'ell be blood on these feckin' walls!! THIS WASN' WHA' WE AGREED TO!! THIS AINT RIGHT!! WHAT TH'FECK DID I DO T'DESERVE THIS, EH??" He continued bellowing his enraged accusations and questions, demanding this and eventually begging for that befor his voice became a croak and he slid to the floor. It was still too painfull to walk.
"Jesus... Jesus..." The initial anger had time to bleed, and alone in the white room he could feel his emotions ebb in a different direction. His eyes began to water, his forhead pressed down against his knees. "Where th'feck am I?"
He waited in silence for what felt like hours befor he finally noticed the simple meal that had been left for him. Tenderly, he scooted towards them, greedily picking up the glass, lips parched and ready to drink befor he froze. What was in that glass? It could be water. It could be something else. It could be both. The sandwich held as much suspect. His insides were groaning, and the water was looking even better after his long tantrum... But no. NO! He wasn't about to be had again!
He couldn't remember much of what had happened befor he had gone unconcious, but what he could was familiar. He had had an experience at least once befor... a hellucinagenic. He couldn't remember enough to pin point exactly what, but he knew he had been drugged. Drug the drugee, there's a laugh. He was positively in stitches.A few hours later, the door opened. Protected by two beefy looking techs that stood behind her, she came in holding a clipboard and wearing a dangerous, grim expression. "Mr. Wooddrow." It was the closest to a greeting he was going to get. He flinched, glancing up from where he had dozed off on the floor in the corner. "You.... it was you!!" He snarled, hands tightening into fists at his side.She pulled out a small medical jar from her labcoat pocket. "You mean this?" she asked innocently. A small oval organ floated inside, magnified by the glass of its container. "You should thank me," she said darkly. "You're lucky I left you one. And that I'm an M.D."His breathing quickened, teeth clenched as he suddenly rushed forward, fists reared back and ready to strike a blow- "YE GOD DAMN FECKIN' b***h!!"The two techs rushed forward and easily interecepted the weakened Billy. Aubrey didn't flinch, just stayed there and glared at him darkly. The techs held him down and forced him into a sitting position on the cot, holding a death grip on the curve where his shoulder meets the neck to keep him under control.
Aubrey took a few steps forward, her labcaot billowing behind her. "I'm sure you've had a hard life, Mr. Wooddrow," she said, looking down at him, "but I promise you, your life would seem like a walk in the park that poor woman has had to endure."
She spun around, pacing back and forth in aggitation. "This is her haven. For the first time in her life she felt safe. And you.. you took that away from her...""I have no idea whacher' talkin' abou'!" Billy snapped, struggling uselessly against the two men. The pit of his stomach had dropped and boiled, his head spinning from the pos-surgery anesthetics and dehydration. And he was starving on top of it all- but again, how did he know he wasn't being poisoned?? This woman was mad! He hadn't done anything!Aubrey's eye twitched. "You nearly raped a woman and you don't even so much as remember?" She shook her head sadly. "Well, ain't this a lesson in why drugs are bad? I don't care how high or strung out or... whatever you were. You have to answer for your actions, eh?" She looked down his lap pointedly. "This was your warning. You got one chance left - I'd be careful with it if I were you.""I wasn' high!" He snarled, "Y'feckin' b***h!! I din' rape- I'd never- I think I'd remember somethin' li' tha'!!" Rape? RAPE?? Billy was bad, yes, he was despicable and had questionable morals, but he *wasn't* a rapist! "YE CUT OFF ME DAMN BALL AN' I DIN' E'EN DO WHA' YER BLAMIN' ME FER!""I have you on video trying to rape Colche!" she shreaked. She was furious - and some part of her felt robbed of her revenge if he didn't so much as remember his crime. It was almost... disrespectful in some way. To try to rape someone that wasn't even, like, important enough to remember. She paused and took a deep breath, wanting to keep her demeanor cold and even. "Do you know that she's mentally abuot the age of a five-year-old?? DO YOU!? Do you know how ... how.. sick that is!""Ye... wha'...?" Billy blinked, brows furrowed, "I was drugged! It wasn' me! Colche's tha'... wee cat gel, righ'? I wouldn' touch 'er! I never woul'! I swear it! Ask th'Doc! He knows abou' me! He knows wha' I've done! I'd ne'er- oh God! Ye cut off me damn BALL!""Drugged is NO EXCUSE!" Her eyes were wide in disbelief. "You have to pay for the consequences of your actions! You don't believe me?? I can arrange for you to view the tape if you like? And yes, that 'wee cat girl' is Colche. Colche who was raped continuously since she was a small girl. Colche who I brought here personally and took her in a daughter! Colche who I promised would never have to endure that again!!""No, I mean someone drugged me!!" He groaned, shoving the brutes away befor tearing at his hear with his fingers, his face red with frustration. He felt sick. It might have been the hunger. It might have been the surgery. Hell, it was everything at once. "BELIEVE ME, Lass, I'm guilty o' a lo' of villianry, bu' I'm innocent!" He could feel the tears welling up again. Damn it! He was not about to start crying! Not in front of them. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction!"Of course you were drugged" she growled. "Look at you. You're like a prime example of what happened when your life goes down the crapper! Your brain's probably one big fat fried eggs, if you catch my drift." It didn't occur to her that he was accusing someone of drugging him. That was absurd - and pointless.
As much as she promised herself she wouldn't let it happen, a small twinge of guilt pulled at her when she saw his blind rage start to melt away to desperation. "Look," she said, her voice much softer. "This is a message. You're still, you know.." she motioned haplessly to his lap, "functional. Its like removing a kidney. As long as your smart and can a hold of your other one, no ones going to like.. know. No behavoir changes or anything." She gave him a pointed look. "Well, hopefully some voluntary ones."Billy's face visibly twitched as he lowered his hands, his expression becoming blank. Right. Function normally. He'd say that to her when she woke up one breast short. She wouldn't listen to reason. Fine. Fine. He'd give her nothing. Let her believe. It's not like anyone ever believed anything he said. That was his own fault, of course, but you'd think people would be curtious enough to at least speak with you befor dismembering parts of you that you're rather fond of.Aubrey crossed her arms and chewed nervously on her lip. She slipped the jar back into her labcaot and motioned for the techs that he could back off him some more. "You should eat." She turned to leave.He didn't respond, eyes glued to the tiled floor. She didn't deserve a responce. Right. He should eat. Eat their poisons.* * * * * * * * * * * Hours passed and Billy didn't move. He lay down on the cot, staring at the ceiling. They'd let him out or he'd die here. Don't give them what they want. Just stay calm. Just stay cool.
He tried to imagine what would have happened if he hadn't come to this mad island. Probably shot in the back of the head befor he could have moved again. He wondered if it would have been better for it to have been the police who caught him. Maybe he would have just gone to prison. Prison might have been nice. Alright, so perhaps his living arrangements were better here... but the past few days had really started to make him wonder.
Maybe everyone on this island was insane. Maybe that was part of it?
After nearly four hours of laying still, he turned his head to stare at the food still waiting for him. It might just be food. It might just be a sandwich and water. He debated, shifting, squirming internally. No. No. He woudln't give them the satisfaction. He'd lay there untill they let him out. Don't say a word. You'll only dig yourself in deeper. Poisons in the water.
The sandwich didn't even look that appetizing anyway.Later that evening, the took turned and opened again. Aubrey strode in, the beefy techs in tow. Before Billy had much time to react, the techs strode forward and took a hold of Billy, moving him over to the cot and holding him fast. Aubrey walked over to him pointedly, her clipboard in her hand. "Good evening."He meerly glanced up, face twisted in a look of disgust befor he spat at her. His lips remained pursed. Say nothing.Aubrey felt the corner of her eye twitch. Trying hard to stay calm so hard her hand was shaking she wiped herself. She slipped out something from her labcoat. It was a syringe filled with some kind of ... purplish blue liquid. She help it up to the light and removed the safety cap, adjusting the levels inside. He glanced up, eyes widening slightly. What the ******** was that? What was she- changes. The islanders were changing. They were doing this to them. They were- "NO! NO GET TH'FECK AWAY FROM ME!!" He finally spoke for the first time since that morning. His voice was still a hoarse croak as he struggled, trying weakly to break free of the men, kicking his legs and immediatly regretted it as pain shot up from his recent surgery.The men readjusted their grip on him, trying to hold him tight and still the best they could. Aubrey calmly pulled a cottom swap with alcohol on it and rubbed it on Billy's upper arm. "This is from Doctor Moreau. Personally," she almost purred. "Just so you know who thank for this one." Holding his arm in her hands tightly to try and keep it still, she injected the needle into his arm. As the serum emptied into his blood, a shiver of warmth would shoot up his arm before dissapating.William gave a cry of fear and alarm, still struggling even as the needle dug in. And then it was over. There was nothing he could do. It was in him. He panted, glaring hotly at her, his face covered in sweat, "Tha' better have a decent buzz, b***h." Give her what she wanted to hear. She glared daggers at him. "You'd be well to have an attitude adjustment and have it quick or you'll rot here in this holding cel." She nodded to the men and they started to try and wrangle him into a straight jacket."Hey- HEY!" He snapped, kicking with the leg on his good side and flailing his arms as best he could. A numb feeling of woosiness swept through him, but he was used to the repricussions of needles of varying sorts. "LET ME GO!" It was a stupid thing to shout, he knew, but the lack of food and water only added to the sickness that had already been effecting him.Aubrey stood there, scribbling on her clipboard while the men wrestled him into the jacket then jerked him up into a standing position.
"Allright Mr. Woodrow. If I let you back into the village you have to PROMISE me you'll never go near Colche again. Ever." She gave him a deadpan look. "If I so much as think you're thinking about doing what you tried to do again, I'll take the other one AND you'll be lucky if you ever see the light of day again after that.""I. Din'. Do it," He panted still, teeth grit tight.Aubrey reached forward and took hold of the collar of the jacket. She jerked him close, glaring into his eyes. "I'll arrange a personal viewings of the survallence tapes, a*****e. Then what would you say?" "Fine. I'll ne'er touch 'er," He hissed back. "If I see her teeterin' off a cliff, I won' so much as give her me hand.""Good" Aubrey spat. "At least she could die with dignity then"
She pushed him forward and out the door before the two other guards took him by the arms of his jacket and led him strongly to the elevator.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:18 am
Original RP
Seeds of Doubt
March 22, 2006It had been an exhuasting two days. She hadn't even seen Moreau since she went to take care of Billy. Between sleeping in Colche's duplex that night, the injecting Billy and releasing him...then letting Jamal go.
She rushed to her office and closed and locked the door behind her, sinking deep into her leather chair. She was stressed. She was hated. She was feared. FEARED! Her. Of all people.. Aubrey was feared.
When did that happen? She had lived her whole life being the quiet little girl that faded into the background. Everywhere she went... school, parties, family events.
But here... here she had almost god-like power and for the first time she was just really beginning to feel the effects of that kind of power. Was she letting it get to her head? Was she really... a mad scientist. The idea sounded proposterous to her, but a little jar on her desk with a vital peice of Billy's atatomy challenged her to think otherwise.
Reminded of Billy, she unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a thick file. When she was prepping Billy for surgery she had run a tox screen. Simple procedure, really, and she figured it might come in handy to know what kind of withdrawel he was going through later. But when she had examined it earlier that day... a few things didn't make sense.
A few odd chemicals came up, and when she had run it through the Feral Lab's databases, it came up as lysergic acid diethylamide and sildenafil citrate.
That's LSD and Viagra.
That seemed like such an odd combination, and when she did her research she could find no street drug that used that as a combo. What would be the point anyway... to turn someone into a hallucinigenic, honry, unstable person? Especially at these doses.
What was even stranger, is the concentrations in his blood would indicate that he would have had to have taken them recenty. Within 24 hours. But his drugs were taken from him? And ... this was the weirdest thing... Aubrey reviewed his suveallence cameras and she couldn't, for the life of her, find out HOW or WHERE he would have taken them.. or gotten them.
The whole thing made her feel wrong and uneasy. Like she was standing in front of a door she didn't know if she wanted to open or not.
She sighed and closed the file, plopping her head down on her elbows on top of it.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:19 am
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:21 am
Original RP
Aubrey confronts Sabin about her Tox Screen Results
March 24, 2006 Aubrey knocked on Sabin's office door, knowing he was in there. His office was survallienced, though Aubrey wasn't sure if he really knew for sure if it was or not. Aubrey's and Moreau's were the only offices she knew that were free of camera use.
Sabin was going over a stack of papers, eyes tearing over the lines of text quickly, a quirked smile on his lips. They were reports of some of the 'highlights' of some of the recent events on the Island. Some much more interesting than the happenings in a long time... at least not counting the times that he had control. He lifted his head quickly at the knock, his hands instinctively going to cover the papers even though there was nothing terribly incriminating on their pages. "Yes? Who is it? Come in." Aubrey stepped in. "Its me, Dr. Duvert." Aubrey looked..overworked. She had bags under her eyes, her hair was more frizzy than usual, and the scarf she usually wore to hide the healing wounds on her neck had long since fallen out of tie and was now just hanging limply around her shoulders. She had a thick file on her clipbaord and, without asking, saw down heavily in his chair opposit his desk. "I have some questions."
Sabin slid the papers aside and scooted his chair over, waving her towards the unoccupied plush chair that sat opposite the desk. Perhaps it was a carryover from his university days where students would come in and visit with him - the only people who came to see him now were the labtechs he oversaw - and he didn't usually extend such hospitality to them. They had things to be working on! Aubrey had been through a lot recently... the lognotes had ensured that - between Jamal's attack on her and Billy's recent attempted molestation on Aubrey's 'pet' project, Colche... and then the whole mess with the serum that didn't seem to be working right. "For me?" Sabin asked, a bit surprised as he lifted an eyebrow. With all that had been going on, Aubrey had been rather busy. Sabin had been shuffled to doing a lot of camera duty recently, being rather unskilled with any actual medical or genetic aptitude. She leaned back in the chair and pulled open her file. There were several sheets of printed camera footage and a lot of lognotes. "You took Billy's drugs, didn't you? Why?"
Sabin looked down at the logsheets with an innoculous shrug. "Yeah, I didn't think there was a problem with that. He was in a damn haze throughout most of his first few days. Hardly seemed to even notice that half the islanders are covered in fur." Sabin let an eyeroll as he thought that her look of disapproval was due to his lack of good reasoning. "If you want technical answers, we dont' know how the drugs will interfere with the process... might threaten his health... and he seemed to be not too conducive to the health of other islanders while tripping. Got into several fights right off the bat with people who are honestly usually pretty slow to stir." "Besides." Sabin interjected. "I was requested by one of hte other islanders. Think that she felt threatened." Aubrey lifted an eyebrow. "Quite defensive there, Mr. Duvert. I was just asking."
Sabin rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "All I know is that you've been under a lot of stress recently, and the last time things went bad you came to me." He rested his chin on his fist. "Well because you WERE responsible."
"Eeeh. Details. But not nearly as.... maliciously so as you feared, I would say." He said without much concern. Aubrey's eye twitched, which caused her to blink. "Anyway," she said deadpan. "Though I have to ask - and be honest - did you administer any other drugs to Billy? Either slipped in his food or... some other way he wouldn't be privy to. I found chemicals in his blood very similar as to agents you used when Moreau and I were off-island." She passed over Billy's tox report to him.
Sabin's eyebrows raised. " Administered drugs to Billy? Didn't we just cover that I took them away from him?" He shook his head. "Are you sure they werent' just residuals in his system? But... no, no I didn't give him anything else. I wanted to see what he would do sober - when he realized what was going on." "I thought that at first too, Mr. Duvert, but look at the concentrations. Those aren't drugs that had been in his system for days." SHe leaned forward and pointed on the file. "Lysergic acid diethylamide and sildenafil citrate." She looked in his eyes for recognition. "Thats LSD and Viagra. Two chemicals you used before."
Sabin took the papers from her and pored over them, looking for his defense genuinely confused and ponderous. He tapped his fingers on the scientific names. "Yes... I recall... and I studied how long they remained in the systems when I used them before. LSD will be out of your system in five days at most... viagra even less. But no, To my knowledge he didn't bring either of those with him - and the drugs he did bring I relenquished him of - I watched the tapes to see where he stored things. And only people of my clearance or higher should have had access to those storage cabinets..." He leaned back, took off his hat and scratched his head. Aubrey sighed and dropped her head to his desk in frustration. "I'm sure you've probably heard what happened to him and Colche, and how I repsonded. But he swears he was drugged. Sure enough, I can't find any video evidence of him taking these!"
Sabin subconsciously shifted in his seat as Aubrey's... 'punishment' was brought up, hand going to his lap. Being male, he had a certain innate sympathy, despite the individual in question, when the issue of removing ones manhood (or even parts thereof) was brought into question. He cleared his throat. "I.... heard. A bit.... severe, you think? I know that that probably sounds laughable coming from me.... but as you are not a part of the Y-chromosome club... I don't know if you quite realize the... ah... severity of your actions?" Aubrey shot her head up and glanced at him. "You have a daughter, yes? What would you have done to a man who tried to rape her while she slept peacefully at night?"
Sabin opened and closed his mouth. His mind had been so far removed from that life. He sat straighter and shrugged. If Alexandria was as young as Colche was in the mind and someone like Billy had done that to her... well... Sabin if he had his way would have been fingerpainting with his innards. "Point." Aubrey nodded. "Anyway, I figured it was appropiate. Poignent, yes, but his life on a day-to-day basis won't be changed. As long as he has his other it will compensate. His hormone levels and sperm production will be almost identical as they were with two in a matter of weeks. No behavoir or physical side effects. Just a very hard lessoned learned."
Despite his lessened chastizement, Sabin still seemed markedly uncomfortable with discussing the finer details of the side effects of losing a testicle. "Yes... well... hopefully case is indeed in point.... But... still... drugs you say? I have little sympathies for the man, and I don't know whether or not victimizing Colche is beneath the sleaze or not... but I don't know where he could have gotten access to those. No one else on the Island has anything harder than Marajuana." "I know," she sighed. "Thats why I wanted to talk to you. Seems like... something you would do."
Sabin scoffed. "No one was seriously hurt by my.... toying." Sabin admitted the term. "And while I might be cruel... and devious... and perhaps some might even say 'evil'.... I draw a line with kids." "Really?" She looked skeptical. "You would have know the cameraman would have stopped him from actually raping her. And Colche's...unique mental development just seems like it might be a temptation too sweet for you to pass up."
Sabin frowned darkly at the implications, and the shine in his eyes said that he was not playing games with the curly-haired woman. "I may do many things, Dr. Lockheart. But I have not lied to you." He pushed away from his desk, going to a computer at the wall, bringing up the scene, begining with Billy's peaceful sleeping in his bedroom to where he sits up starkly and begins to walk towards the direction of Colche's room. He shook his head, stopping it before the scene with the terrified Cheetah girl came up. He shook his head and turned back to Aubrey. "Though his reaction seemed to be quite spontaneous." He tapped the video moniter for emphasis. Sabin paused. "Although... if I were you... and I were concerned... I'd take a look at his vital moniters for the night in question. His sleep is surprisingly peaceful for someone strung out on LSD and viagra before the .... incident." Aubrey blinked. "What are you... implying?"
Sabin shrugged. "Welll... I'm not sure. But like you said -you didn't see anywhere on the tapes he could have got the drugs. No one else on the island has the drugs except the cabinets in the labs with high security clearance... and he gets out of bed all of a sudden and makes an unwavering bee-line for Colche's duplex. It does sound strange to me, too." Something sparked in Sabin's eyes. Here was certainly an intriguing mystery - even more so than most of those of the islands. Strings being pulled of the puppeteers themselves...? Aubrey rubbed her temples. "I'm not in the right mind to be listening to this," she groaned. "I'm not one for conspiracy theories, Mr. Duvert."
"Ah, tis a pity, Dr. Lockheart. They appear more frequently than many would like to admit." He rolled his shoulders. He knew the seed was planted. Doubt! How delicious! "But regardless, believe me or not, but I had nothing to do ... with this." Sabin tapped on the glass where Bili was frozen mid-step towards Coche's duplex. "The most I did was change her when her time came up... and we have seen what happens when changes are delayed." Sabin's eyes went back to Aubrey. "If I did anything on my time in control, it was to make sure people got their regular injections... except for Jamal, who we intentionally used as the necessary human test on the maximum time." "Ugh, don't remind me. Something is seriously wrong with Ms. Swanson and I have no idea what to do."
Sabin frowned. "Jamal became ill when he reached the four month mark. I observed it for a few days and then gave him his injection. It took, but I don't know if it would have if I had waited much longer. I was closely watching his vitals. It seems that at the very least we've narrowed down the window... at least for the first injection. Before three weeks and the transformation is particularly painful... too late and ...." He gestured back to Aubrey, who very well knew the complications with the young brunette. He sighed overdramatically. "And to think... all the efforts I went through to be nice and give her a decent serum. What with the whole issue of being pulled away from her lover and all that." Aubrey pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "She's stabalized, but I'm worried where to go from here. The testing on animals has yeilded... mixed results. Far too risky for human testing!"
"Well, whoever was supposed to be keeping an eye on the progression tables should be fired." Sabin growled. "Or... wait, maybe they'll just join Lilly in the duplexes." He gave her a toothy grin, the exact implications difficult to read. "But regardless... all I'm saying is I have the subjects' health in mind. And I don't take risks like apparently have been happening since I stepped back down." "Or you've set everything up for failure." Aubrey growled. "Angelina wasn't much more late on her injection than Mr. Reedy!"
Sabin scowled. "Mr. Reedy was also a large, healthy man in the prime of his life, not a small girl that probably barely weighs more than a hundred twenty pounds soaking wet. Look. I didn't set this up." As admittedly convenient it seems, and how much disarray and chaos has occurred since the doors opened again... "All I'm trying to say is that before you accuse me of That" Sabin hooked a thumb in the direction of the cameras. "Maybe you should be paying a little more attention to what is goign on around you." He finished with another, surprisingly feral, growl. Aubrey stood up, enraged...definately NOT in the mood to be told she wasn't doing her job. "Perhaps if I wasn't so busy cleaning up YOUR ******** mess, this wouldn't have been a problem. After all, Dr. Duvert, you're the technition signed off in her file!" To illustrate, she literally through Angelina's file towards his head, sending papers flying everywhere. She turned on her heels and stormed out, slamming it behind her.
Sabin stood up with a glare at the offending door, snatching up papers that had been strewn across the office, muttering under his breath. "It isn't my mess that you're cleaning up, Ms. Lockheart." He said, not caring that she wasn't there any longer. "The ship I ran was quite tidy."
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:21 am
Original RP
Aubrey speaks with Emelyn after her attack.
March 24, 2006Aubrey Lockheart NEW RP
Several hours later, Emelyn would awake in an observation room in the labs. The small hospital room had a cot she was lying on in a hospital bed, a saline IV hooked up to her. Her wounds were clearned, sticthed, and dressed. Emelyn The first thing she did was cough. The second was to open her eyes. After that, all of Emelyn's actions blurred in that steady whine called consciousness. She realized a small handful of things: she had woken up in a hospital room- likely the labs... there was a dull ache in her back, but nowhere near the amount of pain there had been before... and she was alive. It was a very nice handful of things. Emelyn coughed again, clearing her throat of the dry mass that had lodged there in the hours since the attack. Her mind, strangely enough, was free of all the dizzying thoughts that had plagued her in those last few minutes before she'd lost consciousness- she was alive, and that was truly all that mattered. Emelyn sat up on the narrow bed, wincing as she did, and eyeing the juncture of the IV that was linked to her arm. She was reminded of all the hundreds of IV's that she had seen in her life- most of which were attached to her sister... and she sighed, in the same instant... grateful for the breath it took to make it. Aubrey Lockheart It would be about forty-five minutes before the doors would open, and a very haggard looking Aubrey would pass through the doors. Her mess of hair was pulled back on her head, and she had circles under her eyes. She rolled in a cart that contained a sandwich and a pyrex glass of water. "Hello Ms. White," she said softly, pushing the cart next to her bed and motioning to the food. Emelyn By the time Aubrey came into the room, Emelyn had been sitting and thinking... for quite a while. She wasn't surprised to see the woman- she'd been expecting one or another member of the staff sometime. If anything, she was grateful that it was Aubrey. Even in her 'grateful to be alive' state, she didn't think there was any way she'd be happy to see the mad doctor himself. "Hello, Dr." She said, her voice raspy from long lack of use. She didn't bother to clear her throat. She eyed the sandwich warily, then lifted her eyes, if not her head- to Aubrey. "I don't think I can eat that," she rasped. "And by the way... I've been here a very long time. ...The island, I mean." Her voice, in this soft montone so likened to her current state, held no malice. "I think you can call me Emelyn." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey sighed, weighing on whether or not she wanted to inquire is she COULDN'T eat that...or WOULDN'T eat that.
"Ms. Emelyn," she said softly. "I'm sorry about Mr. Reedy...." what else was there to say. It sounded rather insensitive to just send her on her way. Emelyn Of all the things Emelyn thought she might respond with... 'well, that's what you get when you infuse violent DNA with that of a normal person'... or 'these are the ramifications of what you've done... it's on your conscience', or the like- instead, what came from the woman's lips were infinitely more... kind. "Things happen." She couldn't bear to say anything crueler- not to the face of this woman. Emelyn hardly recognized her. When she first met Aubrey, she'd seemed excited, confident- and that night in the mansion, sitting in all her splendor next to Moreau, she was radiant, a woman on top of the world. Though her happiness was tantamount to the happiness of Moreau- or so it seemed to Emelyn- she felt sorry for the haggard Dr. "You look tired. ...Are you alright?" The words were soft, and gentle, and she was surprised to hear that the concern in her voice was genuine. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey lifted a skeptical brow. "Been better," she said. "Its been a rough two weeks. Dr. Duvert left a quite a mess to clean up after his little unauthorized experimentation while Moreau and I were away." It was mostly true. Jamal attacked her because he was pissed about being 'in the wild' for so long. She still wasn't convinced Sabin had nothing to do with Billy's state of mind. And Colche just took a giant step back in all the progress she had been helping her with.
"There have been...several physical attacks. On staff.." she pulled back her scarf to reveal bandages over a light, healing bruise on her neck, "on islanders.." she motioned to Em. "And not all serum-based-" she interjected defensively. "Mr. Woodrow is taking his drug withdrawl out on Colche." Emelyn Emelyn didn't let the mention of Dr. Duvert's 'unauthorized experimentation' go unnoticed- rather, she red-flagged it in her mind for later consideration. She didn't accept anything Aubrey said as utter truth... but found that she wasn't doubting it, either. She seemed too tired, too busy to fabricate stories for the benefit of an ailing islander. At the sight of Aubrey's bruised neck, and more so at the mention of Colche being attacked, Emelyn bit her lower lip. "I don't know who Mr. Woodrow is- but that's awful. ...Poor Colche, the girl must be so confused. ...And I hope that," she gestured with her IV-less hand to the marks on the Dr's neck, "...well, I hope you're alright." ..And that whoever gave it to you is still living, she thought- but wisely didn't add. Aubrey Lockheart "I will be," she sighed, going over to Em and beginning to detatch her from the IV carefully.
"Your concern is refreshing," she said, "though I doubt you don't think I deserve every ounch of what I get," she was with a touch of bitterness. Not at Em herself, but at the situation. It was a sad statement from a disillusioned woman, not an accusation. Emelyn Em's eyes narrowed- not in anger, but rather, almost sadly, resolutely. She shook her head, just once, from one side to the other, her eyes not leaving the downcast woman's face. "That sounds a little self-damning," Emelyn said. Her voice was beginning to regain its normal tone, the hoarseness falling almost gracefully to the wayside as she became accustomed with speaking again. "And if it's not... well... I don't believe in a vengeant world. ...It would mean I deserve to be here." It was a soft sting- the only one she'd allowed slip into their quasi-conversation. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey freed Em from her IV and just shook her head softly. "I'm just tired." Aubrey realized quite suddenly that she wanted out of this conversation. Speaking to an islander seemed like a dangerous thing for her psyche at the moment. And she still had to break the news to Ambrose that they didn't know what was wrong with Angelina..and Aubrey couldn't remember the last time she slept besides crashed out on her couch in her office.
Aubrey pointed to a pile of clothes. "There are your clothes, washed," she said, a forced professionalism in her voice. "And an few extra shirts and stuff... some of torn and all. I can take you back to the village now." Emelyn "Thank you," Emelyn said, recognizing by the sound in Aubrey's tired voice that the conversation was summarily over. "...But if it's all the same- I'd prefer to leave on my own. I don't intend to go back to the village." She stood, wincing as she did. "...But I'm sure you knew that." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey nodded. "I have to walk you out myself regardless," she said quietly. Emelyn "Understood." Emelyn picked up the neatly folded pile of clothes- fully intending to walk out as-is, with the bundle under her arm. "Lead the way." Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey led Em out in silence, leaving her on her own devices once she was out of the gate.
"The stitches are biodegradable," she said before she left, "So you won't have to come back to get them removed."
With a small wave and a sad smile she watched her walk off before heading back into the labs.
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