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 Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:17 pm
Tommy: It takes Tommy a while, but he finally seems to figure out what the hell that screen and keyboard doohicky thing on his wall is for. Frowning a bit, as he studies the buttons, he reaches up and presses the '0' key.
Sabin Duvert: A few moments later, and after a beep, a bored, female voice eminates from the speaker in the plastic intercom on his wall. "How can I help you?"
Tommy: Huh? Oh! Hey! .oO(Holy crap, this thing actually works!) I'm sorry, I was just fiddling with this thing on my wall...um...yeah...uh...what do you normally help people with?
Sabin Duvert: "I'm just a secretary, sir." The voice answered in a generally irritated fashion. "I can direct your calls to the staff at the labs that can address any issues that you have."
Tommy: "The labs? Sick! Hmm..." Tommy tries to remember the names he's heard floating about from the other islander, "Can you get me a...doctor Duvert?"
Sabin Duvert: "I will check to see if he is available." Without any other warning, there was a clicking noise and silence. No courtesy hold music, just a questionable silence.
It was a full minute and a half before the answer as to whether he had been put on hold or just disconnected was answered with another small beep before the familiar French accept picked up over the intercoms. "Ahhhh, Mr. Christian. I am almost disappointed to hear from you. No longer walking the mists of Pergatory, I have heard."
Tommy: "You're a jackass...you do know that, don't you?"
It's all he can do not to halfway smile though...thinking back, if it wasn't him it would have been damn funny
Sabin Duvert: Mirthful laughter mocked Tommy from the other side of the speaker. "I have been called much worse, Mr. Christian. However, curse me how you will, it does not change the delightful expression that you wore when you learned of your demise."
Tommy: "Oh no, it's a term of endearment where I come from. s**t, I'd be laughing right next to you if it'd been someone else. No, what I really want to curse you out about is the whole fact that...oh yeah...I'm stuck on an island against my will and am more than likely going to turn into some sort of animal...that seems more of an appropriate scenario to curse you out about.
Sabin Duvert: "Well, if you were most people, Tommy, you would have every right to rant and rail at me, or at the laboratories. But as your situation stands, if our Island had not been here... waiting to welcome you with our open arms, then you likely really WOULD be dead. We found your wave-beaten body and brought you in, returned your health, and all for the one low price of spending the rest of your natural - or unnatural as the case may be - life here." Tommy could virtually hear the man's grin.
Tommy: The cadet surpresses the urge the lose his temper and just decides to play the man's game, "Ah, you're pulling that card, are you? Yeah, I've thought about that...but then again, I'd 've happily paid the hellicopter gas price."
Sabin Duvert: "I'm sure you would have. But no one who comes to the island leaves the island. that's just the way it works. Sorry to disappoint you, but we're all in one happy boat out here together."
Tommy: "Yeah, but I didn't see you with fur and fangs, now did I? Which actually brings me to the point: Just what are your plans for your resident Air Force cadet?"
Sabin Duvert: "Well... I suppose you didn't see that." Sabin commented elusively. "And ahhh, is our new resident actually working up the nerve to ask what his serum is? How delightful. How about this - I propose a small game... I shall leave you a few hints over the next few days and see if you are clever enough to figure it out!" The man sounded almost delerious.
Tommy: "Dear God, Sabin, are you on crack? How 'bout you come over here, I kick you in the nuts, you tell me what the ******** going to happen, and we call it a day?"
Sabin Duvert: Sabin was most certainly letting the power go to his head. And this was Sabin in a GOOD mood. Seeds were being planted, and things were going well.
"Ahh, there are much better things than Crack, my boy." Sabin replied mirthfully. "And I think that I shall pass on your offer. My family jewels do not generally get along well with swift kicks. I like my idea much better."
Tommy: "Goddamnit...anyone ever tell you that you're a b***h to deal with?" Tommy sighs and speaks as he would to his little cousin when he won't stop bugging him about video games, "Fine, set up your stupid scavanger hunt for me. Although, it doesn't seem to matter though in the long run, eh? Seems I'll find out eventually."
Sabin Duvert: "Likely so. But if you must be so juvenile about it, I shall attempt to make sure that the clues aren't too difficult for your mind to wrap around."
Tommy: Tommy grins despite himself, .oO(That's it, ******** I'm stupid. Think I'm just another dumb jock...makes it all the easier for me.)
"Mmmhmm, well, I'm sure you'll do your best, Sabin...now...I've heard we can request things for our duplexes and such. Am I correct?"
Sabin Duvert: "That is correct, sir. Is there anything that could make your stays with Feral Island Suites more comfortable?" Sabin put on his best impression of a hotel desk receptionist.
Tommy: "Well yes, concierge, there would. I would like my pillows fluffed and my towels folded into delightful little animals daily. Oh, and I'd like a little mint on my pillow each and every night," Tommy replies with just as much sarcasm.
Sabin Duvert: Sabin grinned. This banter was entertaining. "Towels shoved into little animals... fluffy pillows and small mints... right." Sabin ticked off with a rueful grin. If he wouldn't get in trouble for needless harm to lab animals, Sabin was sorely tempted to take his instructions far too literally.
Tommy: "Very good, concierge...but in all seriousness," Tommy hesitates a second, wondering why he'd stoop to actually asking this b*****d for 'favors'...probably the same reason why he joined the military: free stuff!, "I was wondering if you could get me a full sized electric piano."
Sabin Duvert: There was a pause. "I... beg your pardon. Piano?. Have we been watching Unleashed or are you serious?" Sabin was amused, granted. Was he still being facecious or did he actually want a piano?
Tommy: .oO(Unleashed? Holy hell, was this guy a movie fanatic? I pray he is...could lead to something interesting...) "I'm actually completely serious. I've played for most of my life and I don't see why I should stop now. Hell, I'll even play the Moonlight Sonata for you if you don't believe me."
Sabin Duvert: "Alright.... Piano." There was a sound of fingers on a computer keyboard. "You want a piano. Fine, Piano it is." There was a bit too much of a smile behind those words.
Tommy: The memory of how he woke up here flashed through his head, "And...if I had to guess, you're going to ******** this up for me, right?"
Sabin Duvert: "Now now, you ask for a piano, and a piano it shall be. Criticize my generosity and you will give me an excuse to."
Tommy: "Generocity...hah! Don't...." the cadet stops himself short and pauses a moment .oO(Don't piss the guy off, let him think you're cooperating...) "Yeah...well...hot damn! I didn't actually think I could get it. What else can I ask for?"
Sabin Duvert: "I would say that the imagination is the limit, but there are other financial limits to the man upstair's generosity. Long story short I can put in an order and see what the requisition team approves. If you want a lot of crap, your best bet would be to ask for them a few at a time."
Tommy: "Ah well then, I guess just the piano will have to do at the moment then," Tommy says with mock dissapointment.
Sabin Duvert: "Well then, I shall put forth the order, Master Christian." He faked a British accent with this one. "And see to your first clue."
Tommy: "Yes well, that'll be all Alfred...wait, you're giving 'em out already?"
Sabin Duvert: Sabin smirked, not that Tommy could see that. "That is the question... is it not?"
Tommy: "Well as Pat Benatar says: Hit me with your best shot"
Sabin Duvert: "Oh... I will." He responded enthusiastically before there was another beep... and then silence.
Tommy: "You goddamn sonofabitch rat b*****d..." he finshes his sentence after he hears the beep.
Tommy: With a sigh and a mutter he turns to head off to sleep.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:48 pm
Some time later....
Without bothering to knock, A delivery is left by Tommy's door.
There is a large towel thrown over a birdcage, no note, no nothing.
Inside is a metal bird cage, seed left in the tray, and water in a bottle, with some sort of bedding along the bottom tray.
Perched on the woooden bar, and looking rather disgruntled is a bird:
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 8:45 am
Roleplay: Tommy, with the birdcage, in his duplex Tommy -------------------------------------- This morning began just like any other morning...well, one that involves being trapped on a tropical island that is. Rubbing his eyes, he began his routine: get up, put on clothes, brush teeth, shave, and put contacts in. Tommy glances worriedly at his dwindling supply of once-daily contacts. Seems he has about a month and a half's supply left. A silent prayer goes out that they can fill prescriptions here. .OO(Ugh...time for some breakfast...well, at least the food here's better than at the Academy...) This leads to thoughts of home...thoughts of his mother's cooking...And for a brief moment, Tommy just sits down heavily on his bed, waiting for this wave of grief to pass. Closing his eyes tightly and opening them up again, he takes a deep breath and opens his door...just to almost trip over a medium sized birdcage. "The hell?" he asks no one as he picks it up to examine it closer. "Goddamn, that's one pissed off bird..." His eyes go wide and he quickly reenters his duplex. After placing the birdcage down on his desk, he begins examining it, looking for any note attached. He checks underneath the cage, on the sides, even under the bedding. However, he doesn't check the food tray yet, seeing as he'd have to open up the cage for that. "Well...s**t...it can't be this obvious..." He shakes his head and looks around, thinking about all the cameras he keeps hearing about. "Hey Sabin!" He calls out to his room, "If you wanted to go with the whole Air Force theme, I'dve gone with a falcon over a robin! But of course, it's not this robin...is it?" .oO(Flying...flight...cage...? Goddamn, I better not start sprouting feathers...)
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 1:10 pm
Roleplay: The robin, the fish, and the flyboy Tommy and Awen -------------------------------------- Awen had strolled into the cafeteria some time ago and was just ready to sit down with her nice meal of various fish dishes. Her usual routine and teaching Newt how to swim had actually worn her down a little bit and food was definately smelling good at this point.
She sat at a table that was fairly close to the food line. As she bit into her fish she was thinking of how she would later on tell Sabin how she'd helped Newt. A proud smile slipped onto her lips. To think her, a reformed hydrophobe, teaching an islander how to swim. It was indeed exciting for the manta girl.Tommy strolls through the cafeteria doors in a slightly worried manner. The cadet was favoring his jeans, boots, and t-shirt today over his military uniform. Strangely enough though, he was carrying with him a medium sized bird cage with a disgruntled American Robin sitting on the perch. Awen glanced up at the islander who just waltzed into the cafeteria. Seeing the man unchanged worried Awen for a moment. Was he knew? Did he know about the island yet? Had he run into other subjects before now?
Glancing around at the near empy cafeteria Awen knew that there would be no place to hide if he hadn't met a changed islander yet. She supposed really there was no reason to hide anyway, he'd learn eventually.
So she put on a big smile and waved, exposing her webbed underarm and fingers. " 'Llo!" She called. "Pretty bird ya have there."Tommy moves the cumbersome cage around so that he could properly see Awen...and he could feel his heart sink into his stomach at the sight of her. .oO(It never ends...does it?) But he just gives his best grin, despite the horrible feeling, and tries to wave back. Of course, upon doing so, he almost drops the cage.
"Oh...damnit..." he calls out as he fumbles to get a good grasp on the cage, all the while seemingly pissing off the bird even more. Carefully, he sets the cage down on a table and looks to Awen, "Hiya! Thanks, but uh...heh, he's not mine...at least I don't think so."
Tommy makes his way over toward where the food is, and inadvertantly towards Awen. By his reaction Awen relaxed slightly. Because he didn't start yelling or stamering or just staring blankly she knew he had seen someone else changed before. She was not envious of whoever had seen him first, she had enough of that for a lifetime, thought she knew she'd get it again sometime.
"He's not yours? Where'd you pick him up then? Doesn't look like a bird from the jungle around here. Looks more like something I'd see back home." She shrugged and shoveled some more food into her mouth. It takes every ounce of willpower to keep up this nonchalant facade. He had to stop himself every time he wanted to just stare at Awen for what she was becoming. Short of Alec, she was the most extreme change he's seen so far.
Instead, he just started sorting through the available foodstuffs, picking up a couple bottles of V8 juice along the way.
"Nah, he's on...lone...I think...from this guy named Sabin"
He says this name with more than a little disgust. Awen frowned slightly at the mention and at the tone. It's not that she was surprised, many islanders didn't like any lab tech and Sabin in particular, but still sometimes she forgot due to her own connection with the man. Realising she was frowning she quickly tried to cover her reasons, as if she thought this man could read minds or something.
"Oh?" She leaned forward to look at the bird. Her frown, Awen hoped, would look like one of contemplation. "Why would Sabin...loan you a bird? Last I remember we were discouraged to have pets. For...obvious reasons."Tommy would only catch the last bit of the frown, as he's doing his best not to seem like he's staring. Unfortunately, he's going a little overboard with that by almost not looking at her at all.
"So, I call him on that intercom thingy in our rooms, right? And...well, I ask him what...you know...what's going to happen to me, 'n all...so the b*****d thinks it'll be fun to make me guess through a 'series of clues.'" He sighs as he piles on some speghetti and meatsauce and heads over toward his bird with plate and V8 in hand.
"That's number one...I think." Awen noticed the weird look that the man was... or rather wasn't giving her. She could understand why, but honestly she would have jsut perferred if he stared. That at least she was used to.
She couldn't help a tiny smile though at the thought of what Sabin had done. It actually sounded interesting, like a game. If it wasn't for the seriousness of the outcome, she was sure that this man might find it sort of fun too. Besides clues was a lot better than having to figure it out for yourself. Awen remembered when she first changed... how terrified it had seemed because all she knew was that she was turning into some kind of fish. A horned rubbery kind of fish.
"Well...." She said slowly. "Maybe it means you're going to be some kind of bird. But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? I mean... Sabin wouldn't just give you the animal that you'll become, it would make the game too short. Maybe this bird is part of the main diet of what your creature eats? Or maybe it's simply that it is a flying creature. Or possibly this animal is what would eat you. Like... an insect or something. Though... I haven't actually seen any insects on the island. Maybe that much isn't possible...""Heh...I hope to hell not...'bout the insect thing...I mean," Tommy says, finding it easier and easier to keep a normal conversational pattern of looking at Awen. .oO(Goddamn, I'm actually getting used to this...fackin' weird...)
He grins and says, "Yeah, from the little I've seen of the guy, I know he likes his little power games...so I'm pretty sure this robin isn't it. But I'm almost positive it is something that flies though... see, I'm in the Air Force...well, I'm a cadet at the US Air Force Academy anyway. And so, I'm pretty sure he's going to go for a whole 'fly boy' type of...of animal." he finds this last word particularly hard to get out.
"...maybe a falcon...?" He sighs and opens up his first V8 and begins drinking. "Hey! A falcon would be neat!" Awen said cheerfully, ignoring all negative comments towards Sabin. This wasn't a power game, simply something to keep him entertained outside of work. It was a came, a puzzle, a challenge.
"I mean...uh..." She laughed a little nervously. "There are worse things to turn into I mean. Turning into animals at all is.. well.. not neat. But..gah. You know what I mean right? It's a lot better than some animals?"
She paused a moment and gave it some thought. "Maybe he's giving you something that's not so 'fly-boy' though? I mean... something like a falcon or a hawk would be too...stereotypical. And well... Sabin is anything but really."Tommy puts down his V8 and stares down at his hands...imagining them twisted and deformed into one long digit covered in feathers...he shudders...
"...as long as I can keep my hands..." he shakes his head, seemingly coming out of a short daze.
.oO(Huh...she seems to know a lot about this guy...probably just the same aquantance as I have...but any extra info on the guy would help)
"Hmm? He's not? How do you know him? If you don't mind me asking, that is." He asks, genuinely curious.
He finishes his first bottle of V8 and starts on the second one. Awen glanced up suddenly from her thoughts. She silently cursed herself for making it so obvious she knew about Sabin. She couldn't help a small nervous laugh escape her lips.
"Well, I've been on the island since early last october... At first the staff had gone to the Halloween party and I met Sabin there, not knowing he was a lab tech, of course. So I met him and learned a little bit about him then. And since I've heard things about him from other islanders, and lots of time he's stuck on camera duty, and when I call the labs to get things... new swimsuits for example... Sabin just happened to be the one that was often on the other line. I've learned a little bit more about him after that, just enough to know what he's like though. Like nothing...substantial or anything." Her explaination sort of peetered out towards the end. For the most part her words were true, and so there had been no need to lie until the very end of course..oO(Lying? Probably only a little bit...though I'm not too sure on that one...and even if she is, there's nothing I can say to bring out the full truth...one thing's for sure though: I'm probably not going to get any help escaping this place from her...ah well, I could use the company)
Tommy picks at his food for a moment, but in the end goes back to the V8.
"Any idea who runs this place overall though? I think Nita once told me...but...heh...but I think I forgot his name." He glances over at his bird-on-loan before looking back to Awen, a pleasant grin on his face. A darker expression came to Awen's face at the mention of the one who truly runs the island. "Moreau." She replied distastefully. "He's the one running this place. Such a paranoid b*****d, if you ask me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I understand the reason for the research, and I'm not stupid enough to blind myself to the benefits this experiment can have to mankind."
She paused her speech and added quickly. "You know, cure for cancer, MS, various other defects, diseases, abnormalities ecetera."
Shaking her head she continued. "But I certainly do not condone the kidnapping trickery and other else that went on to gain subjects for this island. I do not agree with holding people against their will, prisoner. Did you know that subject and staff alike are captives of Moreau? The 'good doctor' tricked many of his own staff, and tempted them here with great experience and amazing pay, not telling them that they'd never be able to leave. That's right!" She said as thought Tommy would have been amazed by that statement. "The only ones ever to be allowed to leave the island is Moreau, his fiance Aubrey and James, the helicopter guy. Everyone else is stuck here for life. And the staff can't complain, nope, because if you piss Moreau off." She snapped her fingers. "You wake up down here, a subject like the rest of us. I know it's happened to one of the janitors, Newt, and I hear that one of the other subjects is from the staff too."
The area that would have been her nose wrinkled in disgust. "All because of that sick and twisted man who started all of this....""Yeah...I've heard about his...altruistic motives behind this place...Moreau...heh. 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions' as they say. But something here tells me that his 'intentions' aren't all that good."
"Hell, even in the most horrible of cases, the perpetrator can normally say that the good outweighs the bad...but I can't see any good coming from turning a kid into a half shark...half plant man of all things. I mean...seriously...I think our good doctor is nothing more than a megalomaniacle psychopath who gets his jollies from this s**t."
Tommy sighs a bit and suddenly seems very focused and serious.
"You say there's a helicopter guy here...? Well...of course, there must be...I mean, how else do they get their supplies...how often does he come to the island?" Nodding all through his take on the doctor, she could certainly understand his point of view. While some of it had to be true, she knew Moreau wasn't as flat as that. There was the cures to think about, but mostly it was the advancement of science that she supposed this was for. After all when the mountain climbers went to scale Everest were asked why they did it, it was for a simple reason: because it was there.
Awen eyed the man cautiously as he spoke about James. A small frown rested on her lips by the end. "I've only seen him once, when I came to the island. Though he flies some islanders in occasionally, he's not on a shedual of sorts that I can see." She shook her head hoping that this guy wouldn't turn out like Fiona. "But don't even think about it. I know what you're thinking, and believe me if you had a chance I would be behind you. But James is a huge guy, for one thing he'd be hard to get passed in normal circumstances. And these aren't normal circumstances. With a word he and the doctors can put you to sleep. The feeling isn't at all pleasent either. All they have to say is 'Sleep subject...' er.... well whatever your full name is... like 'Sleep subject Awen Zyn!' and poof I'm down for the count. They have cameras everywhere, and people who can push buttons to knock us out if you make it so James or whoever you're around at the time can't speak. Not to mention the armed guards."
She shook her head slowly. "I'm all for stopping the flow of people to the island. I'm all for escaping... but you need a solid plan. I tried to tell Fee this and of course she thinks me a traitor now. However the hell I could be a traitor I don't know. But the thing is not to half a** plans, or go for the impossible. It will only get you and other people, hurt or killed."Tommy put down his second empty V8 bottle and looks over Awen for a moment as she speaks. .oO(Mental note: Hit person in throat if it comes down to it...make the situation impossible for them to put me to sleep...hmmm...a shot of air pressed into neck, maybe? gah...but then what?"
"Tommy, Tommy Christian...by the way..."
A slight grin touches Tommy's visage, a plan beginning to form.
"Well, I dunno who this Fee is, but I really don't think you're a 'traitor' for the way you think. You're just being smart. Heh, from what I hear the biggest escape attempt has been somone banging on the lab doors or getting shocked by the fence...no, you're right about that. No half-assed plans..." A knowing grin replaces the slight one as he looks at his bird for a moment. Awen blushed a little bit and raised her hand admittingly. "Well, it may not have been big... but er... one of the main reasons why I am such an advocate against stupid plans is because I tried to escape." She looked down to the table. "A few months ago I tried to swim off the island, ya know, I figured that I had outsmarted the doctor. I had gills so I could breathe underwater, I had fins so I could move relatively quickly- not as quick as now because it was before my last change- I was stupid enough to think the doctor wouldn't have planned for a marine escape. I don't know why I thought that really... it was...stupid."
She sighed and looked up again, the meakness in her voice faded away. "Anyway, I almost drowned and if it wasn't for Aubrey, that's Moreau's fiance and a doctor here, I would have died. Appearently, I'm a fresh water fish."Tommy listens to her with a sad expression on his face, "Yeah...I remember Alec talking about that. He was debating about whether trying it himself, but decided against it...goddamn...poor kid...but no, it wasn't stupid. We learn from mistakes, I mean...regardless of what happened, aren't you glad you at least tried? I honestly think you're the bravest person I've met here yet. Hell, most everyone else is so retreated into their shell that I think they do everything they can not to think about a way off this rock." Awen shook her head and sighed. "That's what Fee thought too. But it's just not true. Some people have been on the island a year already. It's not that they don't think about escape, it's just that they have the experience to know what will work and what won't. And so far everything we've thought would work, for some reason or another, won't. They don't want to give themselves false hopes or dillusions about chances to get off the island. We're worn, tired. And afraid of what would happen if we did get off the island. I mean, the medical complications of not finishing the set of serumscould be very dangerous, one of the islanders got extremely sick from not having his second injection in a long time, and others believe that it would give them cancer. Aside from all that, think about it. What would you think, if you hadn't been here, of someone looking like me, or someone with the body of a snake and bright rainbow wings for arms, or a wolf-man, or a tiger-man, or bat-lady, or a cheeta-girl, or any of us came walking down the street? What would you think? What would you do? I mean people can barely stand someone of a different skin colour let alone this!"
She threw her arms out dramatically to indicate all of her changes in their entirety. Then drew her arms back in, her tone quieting greatly. "A lot of us are afraid of what will happen to us if the island was discovered, shut down, or if we just escaped. The reality of it is, the majority of us would just end up in a different set of laboratories at best and at worse on a disection table. So it's hard to think of escape, when there are so many unknown things, so many more bad things that could happen. We can't go back to our friends, families, not like this.".oO(Damnit Tommy, you're doing it again...you're pushing them too hard and too fast. But goddamnit, I'm not going to lay down and die. Not like this...never...) Tommy just hears her out, a knowing nod every once in a while. He knows he hasn't had his first change yet, but it is to come soon enough...hell, he's already been here for over three weeks. His left eyes twitches a bit but soon calms. The thoughts of a winged snake woman, tiger, and wolf man flash through his head, giving him a broader scope of just how many victems are here. He blinks hard and flushes his mind of these thoughts...he will escape.
"I'm sorry, Awen...but I still have faith in humanity...and I'll be damned if the true monsters that run this place will get away with it...I've...I've gotta go." He closes his eyes and sighs before standing, getting ready to gather up the bird cage. She nodded and stood politely as he gathered his things. "Yeah... I know Tommy. I really understand where you're coming from. If you ever need my help, just duplex twenty one, or try the lake."
She watched him with her large sad eyes. A slow smile came to her lips. "Good luck."Tommy stuffs another V8 bottle into his pocket before gathering up the bird cage...leaving his real food untouched. He walks to the door and pauses, looking back, "Yeah...thanks, I'm in uh...I'm in 54..."
He turns his head back to the front doors, and walks outside. "Fifty-four..." Awen repeated in a low tone to herself. Where there already that many subjects on the island? So many people loosing their lives to this. Fifty four subjects in a year? That was...monumental.
Picking up her fork again Awen looked down at her food and was suddenly not hungry. It was cold.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 2:11 am
The day after the caged bird, there is another, much smaller package left at Tommy's doorstop.
This one, when opened, reveals a small foam icechest. Inside, packed in ice, is a medical bag of blood. No indication as to what species it's from.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 10:54 am
Tommy Christian Tommy leans back on his bar stool and stares accusingly at the American Robin which sits on a stool next to him in its cage. The cadet, wearing civilian clothes at the moment, clutches his half empty bourbon and coke in hand. It's pretty obvious that he's a little more than buzzed at the moment. Normally he doesn't like drinking alone...but damn, there's just something about being stuck on an island, awaiting your first transformation, that just gets to you. "Well, bird, just you 'n me, eh? Yeah, I bet yer just ********' thrilled to see me like this...I bet...ugh.. Goddamn...this is sad...I'm talking to a bird now..." Maryke Jimenez
It was night and Maryke had herself a full day. But the day was not over yet and instead of relaxing in her room she decided to have a few drinks to relax. When she walked up to the beach bar she saw someone that caught her eye. New person, new non changed person. Ah so there was more then just F' in that department. Interesting.
And even more interesting, this guy looked drunk off his a**. And the fact that he was talking to a bird of all things was even more amusing.
"Is this a private party or can I join?" she asked, walking up further.
Tommy Christian Tommy blinks a few times and glances over to where Maryke was and his eyes go a bit wide. .oO(Holy s**t! Someone...normal!) "Holy s**t! Someone...normal!" (He tends to speak what's on his mind, more often than not, when he's inebriated) Tommy looks more than a little happy to see Maryke: one, yes, she was normal; and two...well she was more than a little easy on the eyes. "Yeah, sure come on in. Just me 'n Bird." Maryke Jimenez
She smirked, catching the glances, the widened eyes. She was used to that reaction however so it wasn't a really big deal nor did she bide too much into it. "Well okay then," she remarked stepping up and instantly fixing herself a drink. She chose a straight shot this time, not really caring to mix all the ingredients together for something else.
"So what's your name? New here I presume?" she asked, eyebrow raised.
Tommy Christian Tommy realized he was gawking too late, but still tried to fix it by putting on his normal cool (if a bit apathetic looking) exterior. "Tommy, Tommy Christian," he smirks, "And that's Bird." He nods to his bird as he takes a sip from his glass. Maryke Jimenez
"Tommy and bird," she said, giving them both a little head nod coupled with a smirk. "I'm Maryke," she said finishing her drink and taking a seat next to him. She took a long sip of it and half closed her eyes, enjoying the burnig sensation it brought her chest.
"Been here long?" she asked offhandly.
Tommy Christian Tommy downs the rest of his glass of poison. He leans his head back in thought. "Hmmm...jeez...three weeks now I think...just about anyway," he blinks his eyes open and looks to Maryke, "You?" Maryke Jimenez
"Well, you've been here a lot longer then me!" She said, almost surprised at the thought. "I've only been here a week....any idea of what you're turning into?" She almost laughed audbily at that question, it really was the conversation starter of choice here.
Tommy Christian Tommy searches around for his bottle of bourbon...no...no...ah! Right in front of him...huh He pours himself another glass, not bothering with the coke this time. "Well hell, you gotta ask this ******** right here," he says, slightly slurring his speech as he points to the bird, "the good 'ol doc Sabin says it's a," With quote fingers, "clue." He glances accusingly at the bird again. Maryke Jimenez
"Hmmmm a bird maybe? I have no idea. I don't even know what I'm turning into. I don't want to know until I start seeing some...visible changes....but Sabin's the a*****e that did it to me too, that ******** jerk."
At this the madame downed her drink in one go, then quickly poured herself another one. "I swear if I ever get off this shithole island they're all going to pay.." with each word she seemed to drink more and larger sips in between.
Tommy Christian Tommy seemed obviously glad to have a drinking partner tonight, it made this seem so much less sad. He grinned at hell well she handled her drink. "Yeah...that guy's one sick sonofabitch...but fat chance gettin' any help from the others. Allof'em 'r too scared to do anything 'bout it. s**t, I've mentioned the possibility of maybe trying to escape, 'n they all become nuthin more than a wet noodle, ya know?" Maryke Jimenez
"That's exactly what I'm saying!" she agreed, downing yet another drink. She was used to drink hard, even harder then some of the men at times. She'd sure as hell feel it in the morning, but in the moment it never bothed her. Of course with the more alcohol in her, the more she lost her poise. That and her latin genes began to show in the form of a fiery passion. "If enough of us joined in together we'd have to get at least some ******** attention!"
Tommy Christian Tommy let the hard bourbon slide down his throat. He closed his eyes and shudders some. The US Air Force Academy seems to breed more alcoholics than actual officers. It's no wonder though, with the amount of s**t they have to deal with. "Maybe...maybe...but nah, more subtle, maybe...you know? Can't let 'em know what yer doin'...well...as little as ya can with the ********' cameras everywhere...then spring! All at once! s**t, if planned right, they'd never see it comin'." Maryke Jimenez
"Yeah that's what I mean," she agreed, starting on her third drink and almost already done with it. "My game is manipulation, we could start something and before those ******** knew it THY'D be the monsters in cages....I mean all I need is one phone call. Just one!" she continued in between sips. The more she drank the more fired up she got.
Tommy Christian "Well, a'course...a'course...hmmm *shoots down some more bourbon* we'd need an inside man fer that..." he gestures drunkenly with his hands, "...I mean...they gotta talk to the mainland somehow...'n how do they get their supplies? There's gotta be a ship...'r a plane'r somethin..." The rest of the Bourbon he just downed seems to be hitting Tommy rather hard right about now. His voice slurring more and more. Maryke Jimenez
"No kiddin'," Maryke said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she could feel the alcohol finally beginning to effect her system. She swayed a bit, but was still into the topic on hand. Ignoring the amount of hard liquor she was downing all together. "Too bad we can't figure who that inside man is....this whole thing sucks..."
Tommy Christian "The name's Moreau...'n from what I hear, 'es a stone cold psychotic ********. I hear he's the only one here who's not a prisoner...hell, he sends his staff down here to get turned if they piss 'em off too bad. The rest? bah...peons, I think...yeh...Moreau's the one ya gotta look out fer. "Never met 'em, myself..." he grins, "Hope to though..." Maryke Jimenez
Moreau, yup that was the million dollar name, at least the one she kept hearing over and over again. She nodded, at his words, now just a little drunk, so much so that she could no longer tell what drink she was on and she found words to be difficult to roll off her tongue.
She grinned wickedly at his last statement. "You n' me both...some damn fun tha'd be.."
Tommy Christian Tommy looks over Maryke again, almost by instinct than anything, trying his best to be subtle about it. He sighs and rubs his eyes before pouring himself yet another drink. "Maryke, you said your name was? Huh...where ya from?" Maryke Jimenez
She swayed again and with hestiation moved over and leaned more towards him, only to steady herself. She nodded and looked up into his eyes, the red seeming to match her own. "Tha's right...Mar..ee..ki...." she blinked a few times, trying to remember where she was friend. How many drinks had it been...five..six....who knew. "L.A" she said after a few moments of thinking.
Tommy Christian "L.A! Hey! One of the cultural centers of the Ew Ess of Ay! I'm 'riginally from Neworleans meself..." he picks up his glass...looks at it a moment, and puts it down. He sways a bit, trying to form the sentence he wants to say in his mind before actually saying it...it's getting harder and harder to think clearly. "You uh...how'd they...um...yeah, how'd they con you into comin' here?" Maryke Jimenez
She let out a small giggle coupled with a still very girlish snort at his words. For some reason she found him funny, funny and cute....and yes that was more the alcohol in her doing the thinking. "Con...con..oh! uhm...." she blinked with more intensity until it came to her, "Island resort....you?"
Tommy Christian "Hah! Island...island resort, eh? Me...not so lucky...yeah. See, I'm in the uh...the Air Force...yeah...well, kinda...I'm an officer in training...I was in this bigass jet, goin' ta Italy! We hit somethin' in midair...'n we all had 'ta parachute outta it. *he gestures drunkenly again during this story* Well, I was floatin' in my raft fer days, 'n days! 'n they finally found me here...heh...lucky right?" He hmphs drunkenly at his misfortune. Maryke Jimenez
She nodded at his words, barely even registering any of them as he talked. The next the the madame knew her eyes softened and then she closed them before slumping forward and passing out on his lap. Perhaps she had drunk more then even she knew.
Tommy Christian Tommy trails off as he notices she's no longer among the land of the conscious. He sighs. A couple years of weekend partying and a weight of close to two hundred pounds has left Tommy rather resiliant to the effects of Alcohol. Well...resiliant enough to keep his motor skills. He sighs and ponders what to do... .oO(Officer and a gentlemen...as always...goddamnit...) Tommy glances over at Bird, sighs, and opens the cage up. "Seeya, Bird..." He would then try to pick up Maryke and carry her back to his duplex. (While tiring, Tommy has done more while being ever worse off) He would let her sleep in his bed while he, himself takes the floor.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 10:58 am
Morning light, seeping through his windows, awoke Tommy. It took him a moment to realize where he was...on his floor...still in his clothes from last night...oh...yeah...that lady...what's her name? Ah yeah, Maryke...
Tommy blinks a few times and sits up. Everything felt sore, a night on a hard surface will do that though. He twists his back to a fro and it makes a series of pops.
He rubs his eyes and silently curses. The cadet had left his contacts in last night and now his eyes were all gummy and sore. He quickly pulls them out and flicks them away while trying to rub out all the extra sleep in his eyes.
Sighing, he glances over to his bed to check on Maryke.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:01 am
A soft sigh escaped her lips as the madame's hazel eyes began to flutter and then open more fully. The blur and haze waned off to reveal her surroundings, which....wasn't anywhere she could remember. Instantly she sat up with a start. Which only caused her to grunt and grab at her head, the pain all too consuming.
"Where'm I?" she murmured, still not catching on to Tommy who was standing nearby.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:05 am
Tommy watches her for a moment as she wakes up.
.oO(...this is going to be...interesting)
He plops down in his rolly chair near his desk and looks back to Maryke. Thankfully, his hangover isn't too, too bad due to the fact that he drank a lot of water night before he passed out back at his duplex.
"You're in my duplex...er...Tommy's duplex. We met last night...?" He almost asks her, to see if she remembers at all.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:08 am
She rolled her head side to side, as if trying to clear up any thoughts or confusion. Her head was killing her! And she felt like she was going to throw up, but thankfull she still had enough strength to hold down any fluid that might still be trapped in her system. After a few minutes of silent deliberation she finally nodded, most of what occurred coming back to her.
"Yeah..yeah, I remember," she said, "but how did I get here...? We didn't....sleep together or anything?" THAT was something she definitely didn't want to happen.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:11 am
Tommy went to his sink and filled two glasses with water before handing one to her. He chugged down about half the glass before answering, "Well, if you can figure out how I got to the floor on the other side of the room during the process, let me know...otherwise, I sure as hell don't remember if we did," he says with a slight smirk.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:16 am
She gave off a little quasi smile, of course it was more one of 'god I hope not' then an actual gesture of friendliness. She took the water handed to her and drank deeply from it, feeling her nerves and headache still very out of whack.
"Thanks," she mumbled after drinking though was quick to add, "I guess we didn't since you woke up there..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:19 am
"No...no, all joking aside, I'm sure I'd remember if we did," Tommy says after finishing off his glass of water. Tommy took the smile as a gesture of friendliness, being the gullible type. Thinking the best in everyone up until and sometimes even after, they have personally wronged him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:21 am
"Good," she nodded, holding her head once more and then trying to slip out of the bed. Once she did she moaned loudly and doubled over, feeling sick to her stomach.
"Goddamn, I've never had a hangover this badly," she said, staring straight at the floor before squeazing her eyes tight.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:24 am
Tommy just nods a bit and looks a bit concerned at Maryke.
.oO(I mean...she drank a good bit, but not that much. If anything, she should've puked last night with the amount she's been drinking...hell, last time I looked that bad was the morning I had to go back to the Academy after Spring Break...)
"Well...umm...the toilet's over there if you wanna pull the trigger." He gestures over toward his restroom area, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the whole situation.
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