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 Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 9:11 am
Tristan was surprised that she heard of him, though he hoped she mistook him for someone else. Though he used an alias in the porn he did, as did quite a few others, real names always did have a way of leaking. No information was secure. That could be how Moreau found out about his.. career as well. Would explain a lot, actually.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Aislinn," he said, clearly avoiding the topic of his movies. It always made him feel awkward when he met people. He wanted to be seen as more than a large p***s or some sort of pervert, which he was not!
"You should probably take care of your hangover," he advised. "The bright light from being outside can't be helping. I shall keep things quiet on my end, I promise. Perhaps we could meet again though, perhaps have dinner one night?" Was he hitting on her? Surely not with all the s**t going on. Perhaps he just wasn't quick to let go of the one other normal person probably on this god-forsaking island. But would she.. or he be normal for long?
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 9:14 am
The woman smiled,
"I have a friend who's a big fan," she said by way of explanation. She'd forgotten he went by another name in his movies. No big deal, really,
"She'd kill me if I told her I'd met you. ...and yeah, I feel the need to lie in the dark a bit more and then head to the cafeteria."
She had to blush just a little bit about the dinner comment. Usually she was the first to start flirting, but in the condition she was in now, and well..he was a movie star afterall...
"Hey, yeah. Any time. You know where to find me."
She smiled, gave a bit of a wave, and hobbled off towards her room again. Too bad he'd be a dinosaur soon if Kim was right. He looked pretty good just as a normal human being.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:19 pm
Even though Tristan has been fortunate enough to miss the baking heat of Summer in the tropical island, the humidity following the rains has still been quite uncomfortable, even for someone from California. But today has seemed particularly miserable following a bout of bad dreams that has left you ill-rested. So the fever and uncomfortableness, the itchy bug bite on the back of your arm, none of it seems too horrendously out of place... that is until midafternoon. Pains in your joints, and a fluttering heart increase in severity = particularly around your wrists, the base of your spine, and your face. A dull, pounding ache, a twinge of pain, and a gurgling in your stomach.... then all of it seems to tear loose at once like a bursting dam: The nerves fire in your face and at the base of your spine as simultaneously your coccyx unfuses and twists loose of the confines of your pelvic girdle. It presses outwards forming the beginings of a short, naked, bony tail. Your face crunches, your sinuses swelling and seeming to push the rest of your face out into the beginings of a proto muzzle. The pores on your nose open and moisten, and the pain mixes in with an all-too-sudden jump in your oilfactory capabilities. Your ears stretch longer, sounds swirling around you and throwing off your center of balance. Your fingernails grow longer, harder, and strange bumpy protrusions sprout from each wrist, growing longer to be bony flaps just above each thumb. Amidst it all, you hardly notice the black rings that form down part of your back and shoulders, the bruise-colored circles around your eyes, and the smattering of thin fur at the base of your neck and shoulders. 
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 8:52 am
The Change
Tristan rolled off his bed and onto the floor, along with the light sheet he was using as covering. He balled the sheet up in his fits and grit his teeth, fighting the tears that wanted to come forth. The pain was unbearable. He'd never felt anything like this in his life.
A couple screams escaped during this ordeal, screams he doesn't even remember making. He tried to keep his thoughts in control but he was failing. Sweat was dripping down his body and he felt as if he was going to die. His body felt on fire, the bones and muscles hurting and there was nothing he could take for the pain.
When the pain finally let him go, he slumped onto the floor, his breathing hard. He didn't dare move for fear of triggering something and causing more pain. He was afraid to find out what had happened. Within moments, he fell asleep on the floor, his body was exhausted from the fever and changes that took place.
Several hours later, he awoke. The first thing he noticed were his hand. He stared at them for several minutes wondering how such a thing could be real. He was no animal expert. He couldn't tell what species they were from or what.. what the thing sticking out from his wrist was. He had claws too, he noticed. Already he felt like a monster.
He pulled himself up and took his cigarettes from the side table, lighting one up and puffing on it instantly. Even such a simple action felt out of place with his new hands. He decided to go to the bathroom and see what the damage was.
Tristan stared in his reflection unmoving. The cigarette that was dangling from his mouth continued to burn even though he hadn't inhaled. Ash fell off onto the counter below. Tristan didn't know what to think. He never believed such a thing was possible. He met Nita, and knew what would happen but still, it never registered how real the situation would be to him. Yet here he was, starting at this monstrosity before him. His reflection looked little like the one he had greeted all his life. His face was longer, he had a snout and an animalistic nose. His eyes had dark circles under them, like he'd been in a fight, but their shape was too perfect.
On his shoulders and down his arm a bit were patterns familiar to him. He knew they were similar to those on some sort of large feline but he couldn't state which one. He turned to the side to see how far the patterns went and froze again. There was something sticking out of his a**.
Okay, so it wasn't actually his a** but it was ******** close enough. What the hell was that? It was hideous looking. Was it.. a tail? He tucked it into his pants, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling that came soon after. He couldn't be seen with that. He couldn't be seen like this.
He was about to turn around when he noticed the hair on his back. He reached around and touched it. It was thick, courser, like fur? ******** that, he thought as he went back into his room and pulled his razor and shaving cream from the side door.
A half hour later, Tristan emerged from the bathroom slightly happier. He'd be damned if he was caught with a hairy back. He took pride in his body.. well, had taken pride in his body. He tossed on a tank top and sat on the edge of his bed. Once again, he found himself staring at his hands.
"I'm going to kill you, Moreau," he stated loud enough to be picked up by the cameras (or so he hoped). "With these monstrous hands you inflicted on me, I will rip you up to shreds."
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 11:50 am
Update
Tristan sat outside the front of his duplex and smoked a cigarette. It seemed like he was finally growing used to the changes to his body. He didn't mind being out in the open now though he had avoided socializing for over three months.
He felt a little silly about avoiding everyone for so long but the changes he had faced were hard on him. He had relied on his looks for most of his teenage and adult life and to lose those.. had proved difficult. For awhile, he had simply wanted to die and looked for ways to kill himself but then he remembered his mother and his promise to her. He would take care of himself. He might not know what would become of him but as long as he could still think, as long as he knew who he was, he would take care of himself.
He still wasn't comfortable meeting others. He had some many from his window, in passing. Slowly watched over the months as they changed further. Some of the people he saw looked like they had gone through a great deal of pain -- and though it was indeed painful for Tristan, his changes were not as insane as some of theirs. It humbled him a little.
His rage for the scientist had dwindled slightly. Though he would love to kill the b*****d for what he did, he didn't find himself quite as angry as he was when his first change took place. He had to accept what he was and the possibility that nothing could change him back. Still, that doctor and all the staff should get their asses killed for what they are doing here. ******** that, let them get changed into some hideous creature instead. Justice would be sweet then.
Tristan sighed and flicked the cigarette butt away. His life had changed so much.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 1:38 pm
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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