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 Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:28 am
She shook her head, and leaned back up, her brow littered with sweat and her eyes looking a bit livid. "No m'fine..I just...it's probably all the stress mixed with the alchohol." Yeah, that's it. Of course if Maryke thought to look deep within herself she would know what was really wrong with her. Of course she'd never admit that anything had a hold of her, let alone her newest vice.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:29 am
Tommy just shrugs and sighs, doing his best to be nice, "Well alright, you want me to walk you back to your duplex then?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:33 am
She waved him off, "I think I've got it, thanks...." She looked over at him and gave a smile, this time it was really geniune. A gentlemen was hard to come by afterall. "Thanks," she muttered again before leaving.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 11:50 am
"Alright, well...take care then..." As she walks off he stands outside of his duplex for a moment. With a sigh, he's about to reenter when he almost trips over a small package at his doorstep.
"...the hell?" is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, followed closely by, "******** you too, Sabin."
Tommy picks up the parcel with a groan and reenters his duplex.
He doesn't want to give that b*****d the satisfaction of seeing him race to open it, so he just goes about freshening himself up a bit first. Spending a night, drunk, on the floor with your contacts still in your eyes has a tendency to make you look a bit...frumpy.
After all is said and done, he finally goes to open up the package. .oO(The hell is this? Did he get me a ******** beer cooler? Goddamn, well...let's see what's inside I guess...) Butterflies instantly invade his chest cavity as he begins to open it up. As much as he would never admit it, Tommy was actually just a bite excited by this. Hell, he even...
.oO(...the ******** is this? Blood) Tommy lifts up the medical bag of blood gingerly, like it might bite him. Many different emotions go over his face in the brief few seconds. Curiosity first, of course, followed closely by thought. He never really considered himself all that great at riddles, but in all honesty, he more often than not shortchanges himself. .oO(Alright...blood...well, Awen said to look at what might eat the robin...no, that makes no sense...how about what it might eat? Blood? Well...what the ******** just drinks blood? A leech? But no...no...that doesn't account for the bird...flying...blood...something that flies...eats...) you can practically see the lightbulp click on above his head.
Tommy's eyes go wide in shock. His hands start to tremble as he drops the bag. Thankfully, it didn't break open as it landed with a squishing noise on his desk. Tommy takes a few steps back and sits down heavily on his bed.
"That's it...isn't it, Sabin? Isn't it, you sonofabitch! A ******** bat...not just any ******** bat...the goddamn vampire ******** bat!" Tommy stands up and begins to pace his room furiously, "Well ******** YOU Sabin! I'll be ******** damned before you get your goddamn way you motherless rat ********!" Tommy storms out of his duplex, slamming the door on the way out.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 9:20 pm
The next time Tommy goes to sleep, wherever that might be, his sleep is far from pleasant. Memories of the crash, of that fear and whatever fear and anxiety he has been repressing from seeing the others on the island, of knowing his fate and that he might never see his friends or family again surface, tormenting his dreams. When he wakes, he feels feverish, sweaty... and it doesn't take him long to realize that something is stuck to his forehead. There is a yellow sticky note, with Dr. Duvert's handwriting: Quote: Congradulations, Tommy! You won our little game! And now... for your reward. ~ Dr. Duvert It's about this time that you realize that there is a sore, swollen spot on the back of your arm - and the distinct signs that you've been injected with something as you slept. It doesn't take long for the fever to worsen, a strange crawling sensation to come over you... and then the pain. It begins in your fingers. As you watch, each finger begins to lengthen, the bones, muscles, skin stretching painfully. The fingernails even thickening and sharpening to small claws. The process takes a while, and is not independent of the other changes that come over you: Your ears pull - lengthen and sharpen, with some strange grooves in the cartillage. Your front teeth grow out, and likewise sharpen, leaving you with a pair of Nosferatu-ish fangs. Your lips shape, and even some of the structure of your face alters subtly. Your toes change shape a bit, not nearly as much as your fingers, but your big toes become more mobile - and your toes also become tipped with the same short claws. Finally, the pain receeds, leaving you among the changed of the Island. 
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 6:22 pm
She talks behind my back; she never listens. No respect, I never get what I want. I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. Goo goo g’joob, yo, and that’s that. The rain of fire that tomorrow will see will bring light to a pure day and all that jazz. I approach a chamber door. This is that, and nothing more. The door slams open and I freeze.... Watch the sky for me...tonight...it's below me, always below me. The leap of faith from the bat's mouth, always below me. A wind at my back, noise all around, picture becomes clearer. Mother, father, brothers, and sisters all take the leap of faith. Noise all around. I step in the door, I have my parachute. Prop up down, and I leap. The leap of faith. The leap of hope. I fall. Hope is a fickle b***h. My parachute is gone and I fall. Down, down the rabbit hole except I don't float. I plummet. All is dark, I can't see the water though I know it's there. Ink all around me. They say you never hit bottom when you fall in your dream. It doesn't count when you can't see it. I plunge into the icy blackness...and strange, there's light below me. "Wake up number fifty four"
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 6:24 pm
Roleplay: Tommy's Change OR How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Just Kill Moreau Tommy and Alec -------------------------------------- Tommy Christian Tommy awakens with a start, a scream caught somewhere between his lungs and the duplex around him. He shivers some, bathed in a cold sweat. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he does his best to get his feet into his leather sandals. .oO(Goddamn...dizzy...gotta get some air) Tommy is so delirious right now that he doesn't even notice the yellow post-it note still affixed to his forehead. With a loud bang, Tommy's door flings open and the feverish cadet stumbles outside. He grimaces against the morning light, but in his feverish state, decides to press on. After nearly killing himself trying to get down his stairs, he finally reaches level ground. Alec Derring Alec shuffled his rubbery feet out of the underbrush and down the path encircling and endless rows of duplexes. Broad head was angled downwards to prevent the glare of the filtered sun from striking his sensitive black pupils, though he still has to squint considerably. His morning jaunt around the jungle had accidently been drawn out a little too long, the teen being forced to stumble a hasty retreat to his duplex before the afternoon heat began sapping the moisture from his skin.
In his disorientation, he didn't hear or see the dizzy form of Tommy as he left his own duplex and came into a head-on collision as a result. Tommy Christian Tommy's not sure what happened just then. But one thing he does want to know is: the license plate of the truck that just hit him. With a grunt, Tommy goes down in a heap of sandals, cadet, shark, and vine. Tommy just lays there for a moment, trying to figure out through his fuzzy mind if anything was hurt. And that's when the pain began. The cadet just lays there, writhing in agony and clutching his hands together to his chest. .oO(Goddamnit! What the ********!? God, I think I broke my hand...) Alec Derring Ufortunately the shark boy had tumbled backwards from the impact and ended up landing square on his line of stiff, jagged fins sending a jolt of pain up his spine. Although annoying, the landing only provided a brief sting that he quickly recovered from. "Uhh..." The teen let out a groan, rubbing his back as best he could as he came to his senses to see what exactly he'd run in to.
The sight of the writhing Tommy was enough to get Alec to his feet as he rushed over in a wave of guilt and panic. "Aw man, 'am sorreh!" Alec grimaced, holding out his hands but not daring to touch him. "Ye ekay?!" At first he thought he'd really broken the man's bones but even as he thrashed, he could see the lengthy digits and unnatural form of his face, now obvious. Tommy Christian Tommy begins breathing heavily through gritted teeth, not yet noticing the plight his hands are in. Before Alec's black eyes, he can virtually see every bone and muscle in Tommy's hands and fingers begin to shift and stretch. Fluttering down, off of his forehead is Sabin's note: "Congradulations, Tommy! You won our little game! And now... for your reward. ~ Dr. Duvert "<********..." Tommy seethes, as he tries to stand. He seems to be having trouble with that too, however, as his feet start to look...well, just not right. His eyes, still tightly closed from the pain, make this job no easier. Alec Derring "Ay, take 'i easeh!" Alec interjected, finally grabbing onto Tommy's arm in an attempt to steady him. He knew very well what was going on, seeing the changes occur before his eyes similar to other situations in the past. It never got any easier to stomach.
The bright colour of the fluttering note caught his attention but he made an effort to focus more on helping Tommy at the moment. "Neh neh, ye shoul' si' down." He mumbled sternly as if directing a drunken friend to a safer spot to pass out. He didn't to relax, at least until the changes stopped. Tommy Christian With his changing feet, pain fogged mind, and Alec's grip, Tommy had no choice but to sit back down. "Dear...God...what's happ..." the words die in his throat as realization comes crashing down on him. Tommy's eyes snap open and watch as his hands continue to grow longer...and longer...and longer. All the while, his front teeth slowly grow out to become razor sharp fangs, his ears pull up and deform, and his bottom lip seems to almost completely splits in half. During this entire scene, Tommy's now watering eyes never waver from his hands. It is obvious that he's in a great deal of pain mostly due to the uncontrollable trembling, but his hands have locked his mind into shock. "Oh...s**t..." He barely whispers. Alec Derring Alec remembered something on television about seizure patients but for the life of him couldn't recall what to do with them to help. Instead he thumped back down onto his rump nearby Tommy, watching in mute silence and waiting for the pain to subside. There wasn't much he could do, in his opinion, and the helplessness only made him feel worse as he became an onlooker to his suffering.
"It'll be oveh soon." Was all he could manage to say, though his voice was so quiet and lacking in determination that he couldn't imagine it would be of any help. Tommy Christian Tommy's tremmors subside soon enough. His breathing becomes ragged and his skin pales. Though Alec may not know much about seizures, he more than likely knows what a guy about to throw up looks like. The cadet shakes his head, trying to clear the sudden nausia, before looking to Alec. He opens his mouth to say something, but instead of words, up comes every solid bit of food he still had in his stomach. Tommy falls forward and plants his enormous hands down in front of him with head pointed to the ground so that the vomit won't get all over Alec. Alec Derring He considered emitted the nervous laughter that was buiding up inside, but for the time being Alec merely shuffled his behind a little ways away from the vomitting Tommy. Glad to see that he was generally alright (seeing as spewing chunks wasn't exactly life-threatening, in his opinion), the irish teen could breathe a sigh of relief for the moment. "Well... thas betteh th'n passin' ou' a s'pose." He snickered amusedly, making sure to keep a fair distance away.
"Welc'me teh th'changed life." Tommy Christian Leaning over what looks to be the remnants of a speghetti dinner, Tommy spits a few times to clear his mouth before leaning back, back, back, and finally just laying down in the dirt. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just stares up at the blue sky and fluffy white clouds. Tommy hears the snickering, hears Alec's words, and for a moment he is filled with hate for the young tree-shark. His left eye twitches a few times as he mentally balls up all of his current emotions and hatred, stuffs it into a lock box, and drops it down the well of his mind where it will surely leak out and poison the water. All that Tommy's left with is an empty hole, ready to be filled with whatever comes in these next few moments. Finally, he speaks, "Alec...what...am I?" he whispers, almost pleadingly. His speech sounds a bit garbled coming out of his mutant looking mouth. Alec Derring Alec picked at the grass that so closely resembled the ugly foliage attached to his legs, picking and picking until they were shredded into something unrecognizably green. He shouldn't have made a mockery of the serious situation but the teenager was much too unaware to know that what he was doing was inappropriate. It didn't hit him as something that just changed a man's life, to him it was another disgusting act by the devil in the labcoat. Why could he do? Cry? Pity? Useless.
He didn't know what to say at first as he stared at the many awkward additions to Tommy's features, the elongated fingers, splits lips and beaver-like teeth were misleading. He didn't want to stter him wrong and then again, he didn't want to say nothing at all. Then again, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't gather the limited knowledge to peice together a likely answer for what animal he was mirroring.
"A man." The shark boy ended up answering honestly and matter-of-factly at the same time. That's what he was, anyways regardless of appearance. Tommy Christian Tommy's eyes close and reopen slowly, and he can be seen to visibly relax. That's what he needed to hear. .oO(That's right, I'm still a man...I'm...no matter what they do to me. I'm still me...that's right, a man...still me, that's right...) "But I know what they want me to be...oh yes...a monster..." Tommy's hands clutch weakly at the ground as he tries to pull himself up. He gets it eventually and stares at Alec. That grim determination, that fire in his eyes that Alec saw before on the beach is back. The American shakes his head slowly, a slight grin on his face, "But we know who the real monster is here...don't we?" Alec Derring Alec watched the military man slowly sit up, the flexing of his spindly digits drew his curiousity. He hadn't thought about whether to say the "right thing" or not, he had merely spoken what had come to mind. Because of this, Tommy's new expression momentarily caught him off-guard. A sinking feeling hit the pit of his stomach as if that vampiric stare had been a sentence to death, his own senses rousing a tingling in his jaw tat he couldn't quite explain.
It was that stare that seemed to calm him at the same time, peering through a window into Tommy's very thoughts. Yes. He knew that answer. It was clear by Alec's expression, a malice that would never have been expected from a person like him. "Ye..." Such a sneer. Was this the shark talking? Tommy Christian "That's right, Alec..." Tommy moves his stare to his current surroundings, to the duplexes, to the labs off in the distance, as if taking it all in for the first time, "...that's right." That gaze finally finds itself back to Alec. His grin now almost demented. He speaks very slowly and carefully, enunciating each and every word so that it won't get garbled in his messed up lips. "Back at the beach...you said you didn't want to try. You didn't want to take the dive. I'm askin' again...Alec...do you want to take the dive?" Thoughts swarmed through Tommy. Thoughts he would never have dreamed of back home. Thoughts of hurting others...thoughts of murder. Alec Derring Alec almost couldn't understand what was going on, the world began to spin as if on an axis he couldn't adjust to. He could remember the conversation on the beach clearly, defined by emotions and feelings that stuck out in his mind. But what was he SAYING? Freedom at a price? Freedom with one's own hands? Thoughts of the talk with Thom in the jungle arose and the picture was beginning to clear.
The irish teen lowered his gaze, silently thinking the hardest he possibly ever had. "But... bu' 'ow?" He muttered low, paranoid they'd be heard. Was this guy really serious? Of course he was... he was serious that time on the beach and he was definetly serious about it now. "C'n we do i'? C'n we..." He let his voice drop, intentionally leaving words unspoken. Tommy Christian Thoughts, ideas, plans, a multitude of different ways to do away with Moreau fly about his mind. Most none too pleasant for the good doctor. "Yes, Alec...it is possible...we can...we will." "Now...we need someplace as private as possible to talk. We need information." Tommy had always been rather peaceful in nature, violence never completely solving everything. He had never thought that the end of a life was the answer. And he had certainly never thought the spilling of blood, (drink it down) the taking of life would ever become his first option. But never before had he been a guest of the good Doctor Moreau. Alec Derring Before he could say another word, Alec seemed to find himself a part of this insanity. The insanity was not what frightened him, but the fact that he wasn't resisting. Why the hell wasn't he out of here by now? A part of his mind told him to leave the deranged man alone in the jungle, let him plot and scheme horrible things and cause his own inevitable downfall.
It was the other part of him that made him stay, however. The part that told him he was right. The unspeakable must be done, for the good of all and most of all, absolute freedom from this torture. Yes, the unspeakable.
"Theh watch us evrehwheh." He stated the obvious, unsure if they were watching even now. Tommy Christian Tommy blinks a few times, like Alec, some part of Tommy can't believe what he's even contemplating. But Alec's willingness to listen just drives Tommy's unstable mind further and further. Suddenly it comes to him. One way to communicate what they really want to speak about. One thing that they both had in common before coming to the island. Music. "Tell me, Alec...can you read sheet music?" .oO(A through G...the notes will have to do...maybe designate sharps and flats...whole notes, half, quarter...they can all mean something different...this might actually work) Alec Derring Alec nodded like a young child given simple orders. Despite the fact that most of his know-how had originated from being self-taught and learning on his own, he had actually taken the time as a youngster to teach himself the proper method to 'read' music. It helped him play better, perhaps it was helpful even now.
"Ye... ye a do." The reason why Tommy would bring up something so random though, eluded him. "Why?" Tommy Christian Tommy begins trying to stand. He has a little trouble at first, mostly pushing off the ground with his spindly hands. However, once standing, he doesn't have much trouble with balance. His feet didn't change all that much, so it wasn't too big a deal for him. .oO(C'mon, Tommy...Think...keep your mind busy...yeah, busybusy...gotta get Moreau...need help...Alec's my only help...need help...HAH! This is going to work!) "C'mon, Alec...walk with me for a minute," Tommy says as he begins walking a bit, testing out his balance some more. Memories of the movie Casino flash through the American's head as he thinks of a way to convey to Alec meaning. Tommy puts his hand to his mouth as if thinking. He tries his best not to shudder as he feels the tips of his fingers touch the other side of his head. And another black box falls into the well of his mind. Tommy begins to speak softly, almost whispering, covering up his mouth in case they can read lips. "You know all the notes have letters, right? A through G? We can write to eachother, Alec...do you see now?" Alec Derring "Uhh..... ekay." Alec mumbled naively, gathering himself awkwardly until he was in a standing position as he fell in stride with Tommy. He was having a tough time trying to figure out the possible use of musical notes in all this but for once held back on his questioning and waited for an explanation.
He mumbled low, making sure his head was canted down towards his chest. "Write teh eachotheh... n' music notes..." It was like a light went on in his brain. Brilliance. Tommy Christian Tommy steals a glance at Alec and grins, "Exactly" The cadet continues walking along, mouth still covered, trying his best to look insconspicuous, "We set it up through the notes..." .oO(And it will be our symphony of blood) Tommy pushes this last thought aside, quickly forgetting he ever had it. Alec Derring "Ye..." Alec smirked mischeviously, feeling the enthusiasm now. In light of their finaly gruesome goal, he was taking the plan in stride. For now it seemed like a harmless game between the two of them, a secret they culd share. It made him feel important, wanted. "Like n' 'ighschoo'." He added in, not like he ever actually went to highschool or anything.
"This'll be good." The future started to look a lot brighter. Tommy Christian Tommy too, begins dumbing down his mission to the right now. He does his best not to really think about the final affects of what he's planing to do. He is forever greatful to Alec though, for playing along in his little scheme. For without him, Tommy may just as well ended up as delusional as some of the other islander. With him, however...he's gone completely bat s**t nuts. "No...this'll be perfect..." Tommy grins again and drops his hand, "I'll send you the first draft of the sheetmusic soon, alright?" He says with as much of a carefree attitude as he can muster. And with that, Tommy walks off to get to work.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 3:03 pm
Tommy walks into his duplex not long after speaking with Alec. He meticulously goes about cleaning up, closing the door, taking off his sandals, and freshening up. He does all this with that small smirk on his face that he wore when speaking to Alec.
Finally, he pauses a moment...blinks a few times...and that smug look on his face takes on the characteristics of the hysteric. He leans against his wall and slowly slides down it, a look of horror etched onto his face. Realization of where he is, what's happening to the other islanders, what's happening to him, and the fact that he is most likely never going to see his family again, comes crashing down on the cadet. Pent up feelings and thoughts, hidden for the past month, come flooding inside his mind. The only thing Tommy can do is hold his head in his spindly hands and let out a choked sob.
And all the while, he can feel the tips of his clawed fingers on the back of his neck.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:14 pm
Roleplay: Confession Tommy and Stewart -------------------------------------- Stewart Young [New RP]
Stewart had been feeling rather cooped up in his duplex today. So he had wondered over to the Cafeteria. After grabbing a plate of greens, he sat down at the nearest empty table and started munching away at a peice of lettuce. Tommy Christian Tommy pushes open the doors to the chow hall a little bit later. The cadet turned bat boy looks rather horrid in appearance at the moment. The fact that he hasn't slept for a while coupled with his emotional troubles has given the young man a very nosferatu looking image. Of course, having murder on the mind will sometimes do that to a person. Tommy uses his shoulders to push open the door, his hands still aching from the change the day before. Eyes searching the rest of the building, the cadet is more than a little surprised to see a Catholic priest with horns sitting there. A sudden flash of memory from back home overwhelms him for a moment. He remembers the many hours in his Jesuit High School where he listened to priests speak of morality. Stewart Young Stewart stopped mid-much to look up at the newcomer as he entered the room. With a rather haggard appearence and...fangs? Stewart wasn't too sure what to think. Trying to figrure out what animal had fangs and strange hands like that. Stewart tried not to stare, but he was. Tommy Christian Tommy walks slowly into the room, making his way toward the buffett. He had crammed his feet into his boots this morning, determined not to give up that part of his humanity. As he walks, he notices the priest's stare...and almost breaks down right then and there. Things were different on the other side of the fence, it seemed. Tommy closes his eyes tightly for a moment and just like that he seems fine again. "Evenin' Father..." Tommy murmers. Though he practiced speaking alone in his room, the cadet was still having problems with the 'f'. But if he spoke slowly enough, he is understandable. Stewart Young "Oh, a good evening to you too!" Stewart quickly replied, embarassed that he had let himself stare like that. "We haven't met before, have we?" Tommy Christian Tommy begins putting together a tray of food. He adds a couple of bottles of V8 onto it as well. The cadet seems to have some difficulty managing all of this with his large hands at first but, with patience and effort, soon manages. He begins his slow walk to a table near the preacher. "Don't think so, padre..." .oO(Don't tell him anything, he's probably just like the rest...spineless. No one but Alec is going to want to help me...goddamnit! Stop! Stop acting like that! Just give the poor b*****d your name!) After a prief hesitation, Tommy does his best to smile, "name's Tommy...Tommy Christian" Stewart Young The man look troubled, had he recently changed? Don't bring it up Stewart thought to himself keep off of the subject. "Nice to meet you Tommy," He said as he picked up another piece of lettuce "I'm Father Stewart Young. Have you been here long?" Damn it, he brought it up... well he kinda did. Tommy Christian "'bout three or four weeks now..." Tommy says while putting down his tray and sitting, "long enough for them to get to me, it seems." He doesn't say this last part with any particular emotion. Instead, he begins fumbling with his V8 bottle, trying to open it and having a damn hard time doing so. Stewart Young "Oh" He said pausing for a moment before adding "D-Do you need help with that?". He didn't have his legs any longer but atleast he still had semi-normal hands. Stewart then added "It's not right what they're doing here, I'm sorry to see that they brought you this hell hole." Tommy Christian Tommy pauses for a moment, his new malicious side instantly hating the priest for his offer of assistance. But still, there's the officer side of him hiding there somewhere. With a sigh and a slight look of defeat, he nods. "Yeah...if you don't mind, Father." He says the title with every ounce of respect that it symbolizes. "Well, I'm just sorry to see that no one's done anything about it yet...I mean...with fifty plus captives..." he lets his sentece trail off and just shakes his head. Stewart Young "No problem" He said opening the bottle and handed it back to the man "I know how hard it gets with the changes. I can't even walk normally anymore. But I wish I could do some thing to stop Moreau, sadly the most I can is pray." He said looking up. Tommy Christian "Yeah...well...hopefully someone will try...thanks," Tommy mutters out as he accepts the drink. He sighs mentally, knowing that he wouldn't even dream of trying to recruit a priest to help him off Moreau. "Are you a Jesuit? I...I only ask, 'cause I went to a Jesuit High School back home in New Orleans." Stewart Young "Roman Catholic" He said nodding "But I have many close Jesuit friends. Do you remember much from your education?" Tommy Christian Tommy actually cracks a small smile at this, "Heh, yeah...you can say that. Four years with a course every semester...kinda engrained into my head by now." Tommy tries to take a sip from his V8 bottle. His hands wrapped around it rediculously. Though, having practiced with a glass of water, he only spills a little of it out of his bottom lip. Stewart Young Stewart gave a small laugh then said "I've found that Religious classes can either stay with you for the rest of your life, or give one an extra hour of sleep. Before I came here I was working on becoming a Catholic school teacher. I find it all very interesting. But many of my sunday school pupils found otherwise" He said laughing again. Tommy Christian "Yeah, I can imagine...hell, I had this one teacher who could put an entire room to sleep within the first five minutes of teaching," Tommy chuckles a bit, remembering this. "But I found most of it interesting, myself. I remember my Morality and Sacred Scriptures classes the most I think...Morality, mostly because it told me that the religion isn't all hellfire and damnation, and Sacred Scriptures was just good because it explained the old testament for what it really was." Tommy continues to take sips of his V8, getting better with every try. Stewart Young Stewart chuckeled as he listened to Tommy's story "I hate to say this, but I too had teachers like that in Seminary school. He was teaching us about the differences between the Jewish and Christian religions. But I just couldn't pay attention. Also, it's a common misconception among most people is that the Christian religion is all about hell and damnation. There is so much more to Christianity, it's nice to meet someone who also knows about this. Tommy Christian Tommy frowns a bit and looks down at his V8 drink, finding it...distasteful to say the least. He blinks a few times and sets it down. "Where do..where did you preach? You know...before all this that is..." Tommy asks hesitantly. However, the young man was reveling in this. It was so nice to have a normal conversation for once. Stewart Young "Did I say something?" Stewart asked after noticing his slight frown. He ment that the profess or was boring, not the subject. Oh well, Stewart though saying "I preached in Boston, I really did like it there..." For the next few moments he stared off into space, lost in a fond memory. Tommy Christian "Hmm? Oh...no...just...I..." Tommy seems to be at a loss for what to say. Horrible thoughts begin to creep into his mind. "The...V8...I um...I think my tastes are starting to...uh...change." Tommy begins to look very troubled. Stewart Young Poking at his salad Stewart replied "Do you think it has something to do with your serum? With mine, I can't stand to eat meat anymore. It feels weird to be grossed out by the thought of eating meat." Tommy Christian "My serum's...ah uh..." he closes his eyes momentarily, this is obviously very hard for him to get out, "A...bat...a um...vampire...bat..." He says this last bit very quietly, almost ashamed. Stewart Young A vampire bat serum? Stewart couldn't help but wonder if he would only be drinking blood in the near future...What a horrible thing to think about "A bat serum is not so bad, it sure beats my goat serum." He said nodding, he still didn't want to believe that he was really turning into a goat. Tommy Christian Tommy looks up at Father Young for a moment before looking back down and sighing. He's not going to bother to explain. Already, he's finding solid food incredibly irritating to his stomach. Already his hands are more cumbersome than the incredible tools that allowed man to advance through the ages. .oO(What I wouldn't give to have a goa...no...stop it. Stop thinking like this. You're going to be over and done with this shithole of an island well before they have a chance to change you again...think about that! Think about the look on the face of your enemy when you slash him open and let the blood flo...GODDAMNIT STOP IT!) Tommy abruptly cuts off this line of thinking and just looks back to Young. "Yeah well...I suppose we all have our problems then, eh?" Stewart Young Stewart paused again as he looked at Tommy, what was troubling him? "I'm sorry, I'm only thinking of myself. I didn't even think of how hard it must be for you... Nothing good has come from this island" He finshed shaking his head at the thought of Moreau controlling their lives. Tommy Christian Tommy takes an unwanted sip of his V8 juice, grimaces slightly, and puts it down again. "I'm just wondering why no one has yet to make a serious attempt...that's all. Everyone is just so sure that nothing will work, you know? It's like every person here has just given up on everything. It's our highly developed sense of free will that makes us human, Father...I'm sure you know that. And it's not the fur...not the horns, not the scales or claws that gets us in the end...it's giving up. Every day we sit here and do nothing, we allow the powers that be take another shred of our free will away...until we're nothing but the animals they make us." Stewart Young "I-I've never thought of it like that anymore...The task of rebelling against Moreau seems so daunting to me, but I do think you really make a good point there. I know that there are many on the island who would help you out, I know I would. I don't what I could do to help." He said nodding again "I don't think I could do much though." Tommy Christian Tommy shakes his head, "I wouldn't want you to have to decide between your morals and what has to be done, Father...just...pray for me...and forgive me for what I must do..." he says all of this slowly and carefully with a pained look upon his face. It sounds almost as if the young man has already resigned himself to death. Tommy slowly stands, once again leaving his solid food untouched. With a sigh beyond his years, he begins walking for the doors. Stewart Young Stewart wasn't sure how to respond to Tommy, he wanted to help....but just what exactly was he planning? Stewart wanted to say something helpful, but nothing useful came to his mind. He was only able to watch him walk out of the doors. Finally he called out "It was nice meeting you Tommy!" Tommy Christian Tommy pauses as he shoulder open a door and glances back at Father Young, "Yeah padre...same here." He puts on his most confident grin, "Catch you on the flip side." And with that, Tommy leaves. Stewart Young Stewart watched as Tommy walked out of the Cafeteria, he hoped that this wouldn't be the last time he saw that man. But really hoped that he didn't have anything planned that would get him into serious trouble with the doctor. 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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 9:16 pm
Roleplay: Tommy and the Wolf-Man Tommy and Ambrose -------------------------------------- Tommy Christian Tommy's been sitting at a table in the chow hall for who knows how long now. In front of the cadet, sprawled out on his table, are many sheets of paper. The majority of these are wadded up into trash balls, while some of the others seem to have music notes written on them. It is obvious that Tommy has been struggling trying to re-learn how to write with his deformed hands. The cadet himself looks little better than the wadded up pieces of trash littering the area around him. Pale, with dark circles around his eyes, Tommy looks more and more like the Nosferatu every day. With a grunt of dissaproval at his current music sheet, he picks up one of the many V8 bottles around him and tilts it back to drink. He frowns as he sees this one is empty like all the rest. Ambrose Maurlias After a good deal of soul-searching in the mirror in his duplex, Ambrose was finally ready to face the world. It felt strange, knowing that he was done, knowing that he was one of the few islanders on this rock that .... was the final result of the experimentation, and to all outward appearence more animal than human.
He knew going out might very well run into new islanders, or uncomfortable questions from the veterens. But, as he's always had to deal with, he can't say in his duplex, or the jungle for that matter, forever.
First thing was certainly first: food. He had... eaten while he was out, technically.... but even the lingering smell of the cooking food that made it to his duplex was more than enough to more than make up his mind of what needed to be done next.
Ambrose pushed open the door to the cafeteria, smiling as the scents reached his nose. There was someone else in there.... a strange man... abnormally long fingers, and - Ambrose's ears flicked back - someone he knew he hadn't seen before.
Deciding to keep his distance until at least he had piled up the savory meats on his tray to judge his reaction, Ambrose made for the lunch line.
It all smelled.... so good. And it had been ... a while... since he had eaten last. Usually he was able to restrain himself from eating until at least he had sat down, with proper utensils. But the temptation to just eat one hotdog first won out... hurriedly snuck into his jaws and wolfed down with hardly chewing.
Finally, tray full, Ambrose turned back to the seating area, one ear flicking to the side in indecision as he made eye-contract with the man and took a couple tentative steps in his direction. Tommy Christian The bat-man eyes the wolf-man the moment he pads into the chow hall. .oO(Well...he's far along...kept his hair though...wonder if I'm going to...stop it...quit thinking like that, damnit. And what are you doing staring at him? That's not like you...c'mon...) Immediately Tommy's stare becomes a grin and he nods amiably at Ambrose. The cadet goes back to trying to scribble out some notes, but his hands are still making it difficult. It's not until Ambrose pads over toward him that Tommy looks back up. "Hey there," Tommy says slowly in order to minimize his speech difficulties...damn these awkward teeth, "How's it going?" Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose was reassured by how in stride the man took his changes. His tail giving a small wag as he put a toothy smile to his own mouth and made his way over to the seat across from him, toenails clicking against the floor tiles.
"Good afternoon." Ambrose said with a nod. "It's going.... yes. It's going." He shook his head with a sigh. " Are you looking for company... or are you busy?" He inquired with a glance to the sheet music spread across the table. Tommy Christian Tommy nods a few times in understanding, "Yeah...same here, I guess...hmm? Oh! Nah, not busy," he says as he begins sliding all of the papers into a neater stack, "s**t, I need a break anyway. My eyes are killing me." Tommy reaches up to rup his eyes, but stops short as he suddenly realizes he's about to poke one out. He pauses for a moment before putting his hand down. "Name's Tommy, Tommy Christian," he says with an awkward smile. Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose sets his tray down away from one of the stacks before taking a seat himself.
"Tommy? Nice to meet you." Ambrose extended his thick paw-hand and carefully took Tommy's by the palm. "My name is Ambrose Maurlias. A pleasure - at least as much as it can be meeting another new person here."
He released the hand and picked up his silverware, licking his chops as he eyed the plate of food. "Are you a musician?" He asked, realizing it was probably a dumb question given the music. "Working on composing a piece or something?" Tommy Christian Tommy lets out a soft chuckle at that. "Nah I'm no musician...well, I mean...I play...er...played the piano for most of my life. Nah, I'm just trying to get some dexterity...back...into um...yeah, into my hands..." The cadet seems a bit uncomfortable at this, whether outright speaking of his hands or of the sheet music is debatable. Tommy stares at his hand a moment before blinking and shaking his head. Imediately his amiable grin is back, "But yeah, it's nice to meet you Ambrose. I take it you've been here...for...goddamn, quite a while, huh?" He asks as he looks over the wolf-man. Ambrose Maurlias While he listened, he helped himself to a couple of hamburgers - making quick work of them with his large mouth.
At the reference to his hands, Ambrose took it as an unspoken invitation and with a wince, he glanced down to his distended fingers for a closer look.
Finally nodding and swallowing before speaking.
"I'm... sorry about your hands. Do you know what it is you're becoming to have fingers like that? I ... I think one of my biggest fears was that I'd lose my own hands." He spread them to illustrate the point.
"And yes... I suppose it's pretty obvious which people have been here a while, huh? But... yes, it's been just about... a year now. Supposedly, I'm 'done'. And I hope to God that that's the case." Tommy Christian "Goddamn...a year...in a year they can do... all this," Tommy shakes his head in horrified amazement. "Heh, don't be sorry, man...you're not the one doing it...but yeah...from the way it looks, I'm more than likely going to lose them...completely. I'm ah...I'm becoming a bat..." Tommy pauses a moment, always finding this the most difficult thing to say, "A vampire bat..." He chuckles some, though there's no humor left there, "Now I'm just hoping that b*****d Sabin gets me my electric piano before...well...something else happens..." he trails off at that. Ambrose Maurlias "I know how you feel." Ambrose chimed in. "After my first change I didn't see how it could physically get any worse. I mean... it seems impossible. I was the first one on the island to change, and so... I couldn't dream that this sort of thing was ever possible." He shook his head with a sigh.
At least the conversation was going relatively well - there was always the paranoia that was assoicated with going out after a change. And here he was, meeting someone new that was speaking to him like a normal human being. well, perhaps not 'new' - he had already been through a change himself, but still. At least he was still recognizable as having once been human. He still had his face.
"A bat.... ouch. That's... rough. I knew someone before who was becoming a bat - albeit I don't think one of the vampiric persuasion. She had been an artist, too. After her first change her fingers were pretty distended too. But for a while she was able to work with clay, and eventually she thought she might be able to work with her feet. She had done some research and apparently bats have pretty flexible toes.... to hang by the ceiling, I suppose." The corner of his mouth lifted in an attempt at cheering the man. Tommy Christian Tommy, the master of internalization. .oO(The first to change...so this place has only been open for a year now? Keep in mind Tommy, they couldn't have thought of everything yet.) "Well, I'll tell you one thing...these V8's are getting old fast," Tommy says with a mock shudder. At Ambrose's comment on flexible toes and hanging by ceilings, he begins laughing. "Hah! Goddamn, I can just see myself now...hanging from the celing of my room..." he trails off with a grin. .oO(That's right, Tommy, make it a joke. Make it seem as unreal as you want it to be. It'll go down easier) "But yeah, even if that happens...well, it'd be more than awkward to play with my feet...Or fence..." Tommy looks down at this last part, suddenly depressed. It's been a while since he's picked up a foil. Last time was back in May right before his team broke for the summer. He gives a sigh at this. Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose nodded at the drink, going through more of his helping of food.
"I can imagine.... is there anything else you can eat? I mean... I take it a burger or hotdog doesn't sound appealing? Or are you a vegeterian..?" Ambrose had heard of more than one occasion of a vegeterian given a rather carnivorous serum. Perhaps that was the case here and he was going for the closest equivalent.
Ambrose's eyes lit up and his head snapped up at the mention of fencing, coughing a bit as he had been taking a drink of water. "Fence? You fence?" His ears pricked and tail rose excitedly.
Hell, maybe he wasn't cut out for it nearly as well anymore, but... damn if he wouldn't try. Maybe he could even somehow figure out to use his... changes to his advantage... somehow? Tommy Christian "Well, I dunno really. Nothing solid I eat stays down for long, if you know what I mean...vegeterian? Heh...hell no. God...what I wouldn't do now for a filet cooked black 'n blue right about now...but anyway, yeah, it's the only thing I can keep down easily. I haven't seen any smoothies around here." He glances around the chow hall, wondering if he may have missed one when he notices Ambrose's excitement. He can't help but grin at the expressionfull extremeties Ambrose now had. "Well...yeah, I fenced on the IC team back at the Air Force Academy. I did foil mostly." He nods a couple time before his thoughts began to wander. .oO(I wonder...nah...but...could I? I mean...my palm didn't change all that much. It'd depend if it's a pistol or french grip...but...*sigh* who am I kidding? Who here would even have the basic equipment for fencing?) Ambrose Maurlias "Well, maybe you could... well, it would probably taste rather strange at the very least, but ask Delia ... she's the lunch lady... if she's got a blender. You could puree a steak or something and drink it?" He shrugged with a smile.
"And really? Not just a hobbyist, but actually competed?" Ambrose's enthusiasm was raising by the moment. "I was on the fencing team at University of Massachusettes at Amhurst. I was... well, I was hoping to make it to the Olympics some day... but... obvious complacations." He looked to Tommy's hands again, considering. "Figures, though, you're a foil fencer? I was ... well... am? Epee. The only other person I met on the island who ever fenced was sabre. It's a conspiracy, I'm sure." He sighed, but was well aware of the still-existing glimmer of chance.
"I was teaching a few people the basics... but it's not quite the same as the rush of competition." Tommy Christian Tommy nods and makes a mental note to get something tastier to drink...maybe not a puree'd steak...but maybe a protein drink. "Yeah...I don't think I was quite Olympic quality," he says with a modest grin, "But nah, it's the only sport I truly enjoy doing." Tommy chuckles when he hears of Ambrose's style, "Goddamn, yeah...that figures, eh? But hell, I mean, overall they're not too different. But I just know epee's going to screw with my timing," He says, still laughing, as if he had to worry about such things like that anymore. "But..." he seems hesitant, hoping it wasn't too good to hope for, "Do you...have equipment?" Ambrose Maurlias "Well, I wasn't either to be perfectly honest.... at least not yet. But I was on my way... at least that's what the coach said. I had hopes...." He waved his hand, not wanting to go down that road right then. IT always led to morose thoughts about what could have been.
"It's enough that could likely be overcome. Greer, she was the other fencer, last I saw was quite avian, and I didn't have the heart to even ask her if she thought she might be able to pick up a sword."
He held up a finger. "But, speaking of... I do, as a matter of fact. Epee equipment at least. I brought my own gear with me when I came, intending on practicing during my 'two week medical study'. But I got some more from the labs in the hopes of practicing with others. But like I said, there hasn't been a lot of other interest."
He paused, glancing down his snout. "But... I don't know how well I could wear a mask.... I haven't since.... months and months ago. Since then I've just been teaching and haven't needed it, or working on point control or footwork drills." His ears laid back against his head. How in the hell could he compete when the mask wouldn't fit around his muzzle anymore. "Hell, even the jacket wouldn't fit me anymore now." Tommy Christian Tommy let a glimmer of happiness enter his poisoned soul for a moment as he heard Ambrose had equipment. He literally beamed. His mind began to race, trying to think of a way to make it work. "Hah! Yeah...hmm...well, see the one thing we learn at the Academy is how to be a bullshit artist. All we have to do is improvise, you know? It doesn't have to be perfect...there's no US Fencing Association to black card us if we don't have the right equipment..." Tommy looks over Ambrose for a moment, particularly his muzzled face. "Alright...well...the main thing masks do is protect the eyes. That's easily solved, just get some goggles of some sort. Or hell, even glasses. But that nose of yours looks like it'd be sensitive...and let's face it, it would be pretty damn uncomfortable to have a long metal stick shoved up there...hmm...well, jacket we don't really have to worry about if it's dry fencing and even less so if we're doing Epee..." He trails off in thought, gears turning so that he may be able to enjoy something he loved back home. Ambrose Maurlias His ears perked as the gears in Tommy's head began to turn and he began to think out loud.
"You know... I bet you're right - we could make this work... one way or another. And we don't have to stick with regulations, though yes - I would prefer NOT having to deal with even a tipped epee up my nose.. or down the back of my throat." He quirked a smile.
"As demeaning as it would be.. I wonder if we could get some sort of muzzle or something... work some of the wire mesh around the edge for protection along with goggles like you spoke of. But no, I don't think I'd have to worry too much at taking a blow anywhere else.... save for... well, I've already got a cup that shouldn't need much if any altercation." He grinned.
"Still, I wish we had met last week, if not sooner when it I was... better built for fencing. But, I suppose that my wider chest will be a fitting handicap..." Ambrose sighed. He would be so much more of a target now. Positioning onesself sideways to ones opponent was supposed to reduce their target area, not increase it as Ambrose was apt to do now. His tail would be sticking out like a flag, too. IF that would even be a legal hit. Though technically epee fencing had the whole body as a target, why not an extra body part?
But his arms were longer... his reach would be longer as well. And he knew he was quicker... even upright. Maybe it wouldn't balance out too horribly. Tommy Christian Tommy grins a bit, the thought of a werewolf being brought down by an epee tip up the nose. And for once, he didn't bash the thought back into his mind. It was so rediculous, that it couldn't not be enjoyed. A bat-man and a werewolf, completely decked out in fencing gear, lunging at eachother as if there wasn't anything strange or horrible about it. "Heh...same here, man...well...what, two weeks ago? Then I'd still have hands that'd actually work well. Actually, that brings me to my next question: you carry pistol grips I'm guessing, right? I think I could get my hands around one of those..." He began to think of his own handicapps he may have to overcome. He would have to train his footwork to fit his new feet...and his hands...well...as long as he can grip it, he'll be fine. Ambrose Maurlias He nodded. "Yes, the epees I have are pistol-grip... which.... I bet you could manage." He finished encouragingly. This just might work! He might actually have his first honest to god fencing match in about a year! Man... he was out of practice. But so what, it was a chance!
He slid his tray, now empty, aside and propped his head up on the table with a hand. "So.... we just need to be able to modify some equipment... and we should be good to go. How familiar are you with epee style?" Tommy Christian Tommy leans back in thought, crossing his hands behind him to make a headrest. Though that must be a sight, with the long fingers sticking out of either side of his head. "Hmm...well, the only other style I've tried before is saber...I've only actually seen epee in action. Though a bunch of my friends are constantly trying to convert me over," he grins at this, "so I know mostly how it works." "Tell me if I mess anything up: The whole body's the target, not just the torso...there's no right of way, so I'm going to have to get used to that...and from what I've seen, it's a bit slower than foil. You seem to use tactics and logic much more." Ambrose Maurlias "Well, sounds like one way or another we've finally got you converted - even if it's because of a matter of no foils present."
He nodded at the descriptions. "That's pretty much it... though as far as speed goes, that's also highly dependent on the individual." He winked. "Yes, it takes more thought, but if you know what you're doing..." He trailed off with a grin. Tommy Christian Tommy grins and laughs at this, "Seems the bastards finally got me, eh?" "Well, let's just hope I still have the speed I once had then," he says while searching for a bottle of V8 that had at lest some juice left in it. Ah! Found one, quarter of the way full. He quickly downs it. "Seems, I've finally found something to do on this damn island besides moping around," he says with a grin. It's been a while since he's had some happiness, and this may be the thing that turns him from the brink of madness. Ambrose Maurlias "Apparently so. And it sounds like we've got ourselves a plan... and hopefully a good source of entertainment for a while."
He looked over Tommy's changes critically. "I wouldn't think your speed would be too hampered... at least not after you grow accustomed to things. Though I could be wrong. We'll both be dealing with needing to adjust, though."
Ambrose rose to his feet, carting his tray before returning back to the table with a pensive look. "I'll look into getting a pair of goggles and... something to service to protect my snout. In the meantime, I can loan you a set of equipment for you to work with?" Tommy Christian Tommy nods at the remark about changes, suddenly feeling like he should stop complaining as much "...yeah..." "Hey, yeah, that'd be great! Goddamn, it's been too long since I've fenced...I need my fix," he grins, "But yeah, I'm in duplex fifty four, which one a...heh...wait, lemme guess...you're number one, right?" Ambrose Maurlias Ambrose responded with a wolfish grin. "How'd you guess? Yeah, that's my place. It's easy to remember. I'll drop by the equipment this afternoon for you, then! And best of luck with your writing practice. Between that and fencing I hope you're able to get a handle on it!"
He patted the bat-man on the shoulder before heading out. "And then, feel free to drop by my duplex whenever you like."
He gave him a wave and headed for the door. Tommy Christian Tommy nods as Ambrose gave him a pat on the shoulder, feeling for once, almost good about himself. "Yeah, I actually might just do that," he says sincerely. .oO(s**t, I actually might...damn, this seems like one of the few people here I actually wouldn't mind to get to know) After Ambrose leaves, Tommy looks over the mess he made for a moment before going right back at it. Alec's going to want this note soon...
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 1:16 pm
While Tommy is out that afternoon....
Sabin grins and dusts off his hands as the moving crew exits Tommy's duplex and drive the truck back to the lab.
He wanted a piano, eh? Well, he got his piano.
The next time Tommy walks back into his duplex, the first thing he would likely notice is the massive piano set up in his room.
Even though it is in fact electric, it's got to be at least the size of a grand piano.
In fact, it's a 450-some odd pound Yamaha EP-308 electric grand piano.
And it's where your bed ought to be.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 1:17 pm
Also sometime that afternoon, Ambrose swings by your duplex and drops off a full set of fencing equipment (minus the gloves):
Mask, jacket, and epee.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 2:26 pm
Tommy walks up his stairway toward his duplex with heavy steps. His boots were taking their toll on his cramped, deformed feet, and he was aching to take them off. But he knew that tomorrow he was just going to pull them right back on. And he will continue to do so, day after day, no matter how much it hurt, just to spite the powers that be.
He sighs as he reaches the top of the landing and his eyes brighten a bit when he sees Ambrose's fencing ******** sick! Kickass, Ambrose came through...goddamn, going to have to fence him soon though. I don't plan to be on this island anytime past this weekend.)
With a grin on his face and thoughts of fencing on his mind, he opens up his duplex door...and blinks a few times. There, sitting in the middle of his duplex, was the largest electric piano Tommy has ever seen. Slowly, as if refusing to believe that b*****d Sabin actually came through, he walks over to it and runs a spindly hand over the ivory colored keys. He gives them the slightest of brushes and beautiful notes fill his ears. Tommy just smiles and sits down gently at the piano. His eyes take note of his missing bed, but at the moment, he just doesn't care. This is well worth it.
And if Sabin is watching, the most he will get out of Tommy is a blissful grin and the playing of the Moonlight Sonata.
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