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 Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:28 pm
"That's what I'm still trying work out. I found scientifc notes, not motivations. But I'll have my answers shortly. Still, no matter the motivation, I believe that somewhere, would lie the most important reason." Moreau grinned wickedly. "Because he could."
"Isn't that the most important motivation of all?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:48 pm
Still no movement from the man. The other shoe had to drop sometime, what was he waiting for?
If Richard hit him now, he would maybe hit Moreau knee or foot but the angle wasn't good. It be a pathetic protest, nothing more. He'd have to stand. Gripping the ball of cane, he firmly planted it into the floor.
"And what is it, you can do Dr. Moreau?" A whisper, almost a hiss.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 7:14 pm
"Well, I combine humans with animal DNA. Creating hybrids with the best of both worlds. But I'm sure you'll know all that soon enough." Moreau grinned and waited, the look on his face showed he didn't look scared at all.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 7:38 pm
Richard knew he was done for. He was missing something. Some how head already lost. What he claimed was impossible but there was no doubt, he smile was sinster and cruel but not fake. There was not a trace of falsehood anywhere on the Doctor's face. If he was turning people into animals beyond the gate... it explained the fortress, the guards, and the absolute secrecy.
Richard's eyes narrowed, "If thats true. Then your nothing more than a monster." That didn't seem to quite discribe it, this man would be proud of being a monster. Richard searched for worst insult he could think of. It came to him from deep with his memories. He had never uttered it before. "Your just a c**t." Richards words were a low growl. He moved to stand.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 7:43 pm
Moreau grinned as the needle set in the pressure plate in the chair released. It'd been there since the beginning, Richard sitting on it setting the trigger. Moreau had never planned on letting him leave this interview.
Even as Richard's world began to go blurry Moreau stood over him and grinned. "A c**t? So vulgar Mr. Harrison. Well, that's an appropriate idea anyway, maybe you'll get to see what a c**t really is?" Moreau grinned as he waited for the guards to come in to take Richard up to the lab.
Moreau had just the serum in mind for him. He'd even put a smile on Sabin's face at the same time. Sabin had been performing well since his last punishment. Moreau was glad when people learned their place.
When Richard wakes up, he'll find himself in a small duplex room.
Welcome to the Island Richard.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 8:00 pm
When you awaken any eletronic equipment you had that could be used for communication is gone. Your satellite phone in particular is gone, unknown to you it has already been destroyed back at the labs.
Moreau was kind enough to leave you with a suvenior though. The tape of the conversation you and him had. Not that you have anything to do with it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 5:32 am
It was quite some time before Richard stirred. His body burned with fever as the serum invaded his aged cells and beat apon metabolic machinery that had been unused for decades. His body's immune system rage againist the invader, only to be over come and be turned to into an instrument of the sinster substance.
Richard's mind burned with fevered dreams, jumbled and disorganized. He was the car that killed Erica, a trapped patent in a staight jacket, a dead man at his own funeral, all at once. For hours he tossed and turned, his sweat soaking first his suit and then the bed that he had been desposited upon.
Eventually the fever broke and Richard began the steep climb into the waking world.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:48 am
Thoughts slowly began to venture across Richard's brain as he laid on his back staring at the ceiling. The first thought was a vague sense of disappointment. He wasn't dead. His entire body felt like it had been put through a taffy machine, a sensation he doubted the dead were capable of. Next he wanted to dimiss it as a terrible nightmare but fact that he was still wearing his suit argued againist that, the whole episode felt too real anyway. He turned his head to the side and spotted his suitcase on the desk. Its lock had been cut through. Definitely not a dream. He was too tired to get up and check the contents. For the first time in his life, Richard felt like an old man. ****************************************************************
Then Richard next woke up he felt more human. (Working on more)
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 5:08 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 9:13 pm
Richard returns to his duplex after his visit with Tommy, noting that his duplex is numbered 70. Tommy had given him alot to digest. He sits down at his desk and fishes notebook from his suitcase. He copies everything he remembers from the conversation into it. It sounds a little different in Arabic but all the information is there. It wasn't fool proof but would prevent the random lab stooge from reading his private journals. Maybe he'd invent a cipher later.
That task done Richard did... well nothing. For a bit at least. He kept seeing Tommy's deformed face.
Richard recalled his hostage surivial training. Wondered how much good it would do here. Especially that wait to be rescued bit. There certianly was no hostage negoation possible here. Richard peered out his window any freedom here would be an illusion.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 4:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 4:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:44 pm
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