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William Woodrow

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:26 am


New RP


He was human. Human fingers, human toes, human number of arms and legs. Human skin, human hair. He was at a party, that much he could figure out. And that was nothing new. Bodies pressed all around without touching him. They ebbed and flowed around him without any sort of coherent features, just the message, the hint of a crowd. But then she stepped in, sliding through the crowds in her tight little black dress with her flaming red locks- Aubrey? No. Edel. Strings were hooked to his skin and she was able to reel him in, pulling him like a puppet towards her, pain shooting from where the tiny silver lines dissappeared under his flesh.

"Who's a handsome boy?" She cooed, the line of her body pressed against his, their faces inches apart so he could smell the lillies and whiskey on her. Her lips were so red, hovering over his as she pressed the gun into his hands, "My handsome, handsome man. Ye'll be a man fer me, won't you?" She raised his hands up to gently nibble on the knuckle of the finger on the trigger of the gun, the barrol sliding over her cheak.

Befor he could speak, though, he felt something wrything inside of him. The crowd pulled back, forming a circle around them. Shadows and blackness, their world consisting of the ten foot circle they stood on as his hand slackened in her grip. He tried to give a cry of alarm, but he was sinking, his skin bubbling and loosening as though his insides were shrinking, leaving his outer shell to crumble like a leather suit.

The gun clattered to the floor, his hands hanging slack like a deflated balloon as his body piled on the tile beside it, his head caught in the woman's hands. She gave a grunt, a highheeled foot pressed firmly on the folds of emptied body, giving his head a good tug.

He screamed at the pain, eyes wide with horror as she wrenched and tugged and twisted, tearing it free from his neck to reviel the countless tentacles that wrythed and groped at hte air and at her wrists, dangling from where his neck had once been. He tried to speak, but couldn't- no longer having a throat in which to form words and just gaped at the woman as she carried him across the blackness, smiling down at him as though this were the most natural thing in the world. "Theeeere's a good pet."

And he was dropped into a glass bowl, just large enough for him to fit, his tentacles pressed up against the sides, pounding as he tried to scream. She lifted the bowl easily, though, carrying him once more through the darkness, "Sech' a good boy. You do exactly what Mama told ye." She let her hands part, and the bowl dropped with him inside, falling endlessly away from her, spiraling as she gave him a little wave, smiling as charmingly as ever befor the blackness swallowed her up.

The glass shattered, exploding in a heap of shards as he felt himself fall onto something hot and squishy under his tentacles and he gave a silent squeal of horror, scrambling to try to get his bearings. Red red read all over- blood on his suckers- He was on a massive mound of meat, the giant, rotting corpse of the man laying gaping open and skinless under him, stretching as far as he could see. "You brough' this upon yerself, y'know," The fetid meat spluttered at him nonchalantly.



Billy could hear the distant beeping and buzz of machinery befor he managed to open his eyes, the lids feeling as though each had a ten pound weight tied to his lashes. The first thing he could feel was a terrible nausia that slid through his insides like an eel had crawled into his gut and decided to worm it's way through his intestines. He was laying in water, that much he could tell from his bleery sences, his head propped up and positioned to not slip under while he slept. He tried to speak, but only managed a low, pained groan as his tentacles slithered weakly under the water to poke out and prod at the curious lines and tubes that seemed to have been embedded and tied into the crook of what remained of his arm. "Wha's...?" He managed in a gruff, weak voice.
PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:41 am


One of the very few benefits to Sabin's only partially-voluntary seclusion from most of the other laboratory technicians other than the ones directly below him, and any of the islanders after his bitter parting with Awen via the moniters is that Sabin had managed to get a great deal of work done over the past two weeks, despite having had an overdosed octopus thrust upon him to deal with on top of his other mounting responsibilities.

Sabin had thrown himself into the work that had to be done, bitter and angry after a failed talk with Aubrey, after a failed talk with Awen. Bitter about the work he was dealing with and no one to lend even a sympathetic ear... save Beastie.... but he didn't exactly count. He couldn't exactly speak back. Maybe if he were able to concoct a serum....

He shook his head. he was still on thin ice from what he could tell. He needed to get not only caught up but ahead with his work, back to the comfort he had been at before before even being able to think about his own projects in more than idle scribblings in the corners of his lab reports. And this time, he would at least ask permission first. Perhaps he could catch Moreau at a good mood. It seemed, unlike the old adage, that on THIS island at least it was NOT better to ask forgiveness than permission.

His team, of course, was not so pleased with Sabin's dedication to the work. He had kept them busy, working long hours, and probably frustrated a good number of them in actually explaining to him in laymen's terms a lot of the work they were doing. Sabin had probably learned more about genetics in this past month than he had his entire university career.

Which meant that he was able to give them more direction, and more specific tasks. And work them harder - not being quite as puzzled by their jargoned excuses - at least not quite as much. But they were making a lot of headway, and Sabin was getting caught up. And his new team was settling into Sabin's... peculularities.
He was almost there.
Maybe a few more days... a week or two of this at most.

There was a beeping on the communicator hitched to his belt. He picked it up, his eyes scanning the text message as he grunted in annoyance and headed towards the medical room.

***

About fifteen or twenty minutes after Billy woke, Sabin strode purposely through the door and up to his tank/bed, hands on his hips and looking him over with a critical eye.

The doctors said that he was stabilized. Sabin was no medical doctor, but he didn't look quite as washed out as he had the last time he had seen him. And the open eyes were definately an improvement.

"So you are awake now." Sabin stated the obvious. "Hopefully you will not be quite as foolhearty in the future with your.... medications" He twisted out the last word, very obvious from his tone of voice that Sabin was well aware that the cocktail in Billy's system was not exactly ... theraputic in nature.

Sabin Duvert
Vice Captain

Winter Trash


William Woodrow

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:47 am


Billy clenched his eyes shut for a few moments befor he managed to speak, his brows furrowed in contempt as he shifted weakly in the water, "Who... th'bloody hell're... you?" Of course it wouldn't have been Aubrey to come in. The Doctor wouldn't have allowed that, he was sure. He drew in a weazing breath befor he gave a soft cough, "Where're... me... smokes...?"
PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:50 am


Sabin actually let out an amused laugh at the question. "Your smokes? While you probably have not quite gotten your bearings yet... let me just say that smoking in your current condition would probably not be for the best. If you have not yet noticed, you are in a hospital room. IN the labs. And you are lucky that you were picked up when you were or else you may not have been waking up at all."

He picked up the clipboard fastened to the footboard of the tank and flipped through the pages, only giving the writing a cursory glance to extricate decipherable information.

"I am Dr. Duvert. And... no, I suppose we have not been formally acquainted. But I have seen your sorry unconscious a** in this room more than once, so pardon my presumed familiarity."

Sabin Duvert
Vice Captain

Winter Trash


William Woodrow

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:05 am


Billy clenched his eyes closed once more, face furrowed into a grimace as he leaned back in the water. "Ach, lucky me," He murmured bitterly, inhuman violet eyes locked on the white ceiling he was steadily growing more and more accustomed to. He should have been dead. It would have made a lot of things a lot more pleasant, that was for sure.
PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:07 am


"Hmm... indeed." Sabin droned with a small tug at the corner of his mouth as he walked around the tank to get a closer look at his face. He had had plenty of time to observe the violet tentacles and clammy rubbery skin on the man while he lay there unconscious the previous week, but there was still a spark of curiousity in the doctor's eyes in the presence of one of the island's more bizarre subjects.

"You seem to have a knack for that, Mr. Woodrow. Materializing drugs that you should not normally have access to..."

Sabin Duvert
Vice Captain

Winter Trash


William Woodrow

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:10 am


"Everyone's gotta' hae' a talent, aye, Frenchy?" He managed, and it was evidant that even though his voice and body was still ill and weak, his bitter sence of humor was still in tact. A trembling tentacle raised to rub the receiding hairline at his temple, eyes clenched shut once more as he gave a mild groan, "How long...?"
PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:14 am


A smile curled the white-haired man's lip. "Some of them apparently more self-destructive than others, non?" He commented back. "Funny, though, given the general restriction on the harder substances here.." He mused aloud, curious eyes flicking over to him.

A shrug a moment later. "A week. Give or take a day. Although I reccomend that you double that time here before returning back to your duplex.... or the river if you prefer."

Sabin Duvert
Vice Captain

Winter Trash


William Woodrow

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:29 am


"I don' give... a flyin' feck... where I stay now..." He grunted, "I can tell m' jes'... as unwelcome in one as th'other." He shifted again, running a darkened, black-stained tongue over his odd teeth. "Wherever y'decide t'dump me, s'were I'll die."
PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:34 am


Sabin rolled his eyes. "Now now, no need to be melodramatic." He chided in the French-tinged voice as he slid the clipboard back into the holder.

"You're on your road to recovery, as they say. Another week and you'll be feeling... hrmm... I don't suppose 'well' would be the most appropriate term... but at least better." Sabin was almost disappointed not to be graced with the octopus man's own version of the 'story' of his drugs and how he got them back. He had his theories.... but the purple man didn't know him, granted, AND he was a lab tech on top of it all.

"And I will not let you die on my watch. You are apparently my responsibility now since Moreau threw his possessive..." He brought his fist up to his mouth and let out a loud cough along with the word "hissyfit" not so subtly into it.

"You certainly know how to pick your enemies."

Sabin Duvert
Vice Captain

Winter Trash


William Woodrow

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:39 am


At that, Billy gave a hoarse laugh, grinning up at the french doctor a bit too enthusiastically for his current situation. "S'riot, aint it?"
PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:40 am


Sabin only quirked an eyebrow at the manic smile that spread across his patient's face.

"Well, I would say that it would be more of one from my position as an observer than yours - but if you can keep a sense of humor while vexing the man upstairs, then more power to you."

Sabin Duvert
Vice Captain

Winter Trash


William Woodrow

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:54 am


"Bu' it is pretty damn funny, aint it? Him worried abou'," His tentacles twisted in the water slowly, the noises from the machines he was hooked to speeding up their whurring and beeping, "Somethin' li' me." He seemed even more amused by his useage of "Thing" rather than "One".
PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:00 am


The derogatory self-reference didn't seem to phase the dark-clad doctor, only bring another wry twist of his mouth as he followed the tentacle movements with his eyes.

"I do believe that you are correct..." He commented, having witnessed Moreau's jealous streak before. A combination of something threatening that which he wanted to be undoubtedly his... as well as challenging his authority... his control. Even after affixing the ring to Aubrey's finger, he was still insecure enough to reassign Billy to HIS authority, forbidding him contact from Aubrey.

"The forbidden fruit is the sweetest of all, ne c'est pa?"

Sabin Duvert
Vice Captain

Winter Trash


William Woodrow

PostPosted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:09 am


"Docha' know it," the octopus's expression fell slightly befor he caught it in a far more plastic expression, "Next thing y'know, she'll be askin' me t'shoot him."
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