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 Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 12:01 pm
Newt settled back, lowering his legs down experimentally to stare at his knees, "H-hunt for... for sup-sup-supper, I suppose. Th-then... f-find a sp-spot to spend the n-night." He swallowed, picking at the tattered end of a rip in his trunks. "Wh-whoo-whoo-what about you? KrrKIIIT!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 12:15 pm
Tommy shrugged, "I'm nocturnal now...it's still morning for me...I dunno though, maybe just hole up in the entertainment room and watch a movie or something. Then...when dawn comes I'll just go back to my duplex and sleep." He sighed somewhat as he looked over his hands, "Not too much interesting happening in the bat-man's world." He shrugged, "But...not too many people awake at this time of night, either."
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 12:25 pm
There were certain times of day Newt found more favorable to others these days, and so found himself sleeping at odd hours here and there when he had been compelled. He didn't know what it must be like to be part bat... but he was still coming to terms with being part frog. Or being a frog. "I d-don't... I d-don't think the l-labs... w-want me in the v-vuh-village." He murmured the delayed response to the earlier question.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 12:34 pm
Tommy flinched at that...he remembered all too well what it was like to be ostracized from the village and forced to live in the jungle. His heart went out to the frog-man. "D...do you get shocked every time you get close?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 12:37 pm
That made the frog pause, eyes widening, "Ah... w-well... n-no... no, n-not as... not as such..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 12:41 pm
Tommy frowned at that. When he had been stuck out in the jungle, he had made every attempt to get back to the village. Of course, he probably suffered minor brain damage because of it...but still he tried. "Waitwait...Newt...then...what's keeping you from the village?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:10 pm
"It's... it's com-com-complicated!" He croaked with a sudden vigor, knees rising to squeeze against his sides, his throat trembling. "I j-just... I c-can't st-stand it any longer, alright!" He had brought it upon himself, but they wouldn't leave him alone! He could avoid being victimized if he refused to put himself in a position that- he stopped the train of thought. Riding the instinct of the frog had left very little time for self evaluation, and he suddenly was feeling very stupid.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:25 pm
A quirk of the brow gave as much a response as he could saw with words. Of course, being Tommy Christian, he couldn't leave it only at an expression. "You can't stand what any longer, Newton?" he asked, actually curious. Was it the labs? The fact that we accept the food and lodging offered to us while the turn us into freaks? Maybe? Or...maybe it was the whole demeanor...the guy seemed to have "kick me" written all over his body...and he just let people do it too.
"Newton...please, man...tell me what's wrong."
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:37 pm
"Th-they... they... they p-pushed me t-too far, and... and I d-did something... something I sh-shoo-shouldn't have, and... and they t-took everything. Every time I... I t-try to j-just... do something I wa-wa-want to do, they... " He swallowed, his hands flailing as he tried to get the words out, but his stutter was made even worse by that slight slippage of temper.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:42 pm
A flashback of his attempt on Moreau's life filled his mind at Newt's words. His hand/wings stretched out nervously at the thought. His large ears strained to understand what Newt was saying through the stuttering. "Newton...Newt, man...calm down. So...what...who'd you piss off? The labs? Another islander? What were you doing that made you so scared to come back to the village?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:45 pm
The ex-janitor fidgeted, falling quiet as he wondered about it. Thom had advised him to lay low, but he had been proud of his own act of rebellion. He shouldn't have done it. It had made a lot of things that had been relatively easy for him rather difficult, but he had to have done something or he would have exploded. "I... I... b-built some th-things." He kept his voice silent, a breathy whisper under the squeak and whistle of a throat that wanted to croak.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:49 pm
Just what had the frog-man built that would scare him out of the village? A boat...? IED's? A way off this rock? He shook his head, wondering. "...what things?" he asked softly, intrigued.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 1:51 pm
He shifted, settling down on his stomach because it made him feel better. His head got a little dizzy when in certain positions for too long. He swallowed, "T-toys.... b-bug traps... m-mobiles... wea-wea-wea-KRIIIIT! weapons..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 2:09 pm
Tommy blinked, his brain kicking into action at what he just heard. Article 3 of the code of conduct for the members of the Armed Forces of the United States: When captured, I will continue to resist by all means available...I will make every effort to escape and to aid other to escape. I will accept neither parole nor special favors from the enemy.
His eyes widened slightly, a slight grin on his face. IED's...traps...explosives...You gotta do what you gotta do.
"...Weapons..." he said in a hushed whisper. "...what kinds?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 2:15 pm
Proud of his work and eager to share, he glanced about, searching for cameras or microphones, anything hidden in the leaves. The rush of the water nearby should cover their voices if they kept them low, though, right? His throat danced as he thought it through, "L-lots... lots of things... b-but... but they t-took them all away after... after I attacked those two g-guards. S-stab to the back w-with a shar-sharpened toothbrush... and... and I t-took... you know, sh-shaving razors... with a b-bit of epoxy and a st-strap, f-fashioned it into... y-you know, you slide it over your knuckles? " A smile actually twitched over the usually trembling frog's scratched snout. "I w-wish I could see his f-fff-face again..."
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