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 Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 7:34 pm
Marty was suprised at hee comment.
"I don't see why you would think you're a b***h. You havn't been mean, you've just been sitting there, and your ferocious attack upon the medicinal bottle could hardly count as being unkind."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 12:51 pm
Ohhh.... Bad idea. Bing peeked at the simmering quarrel with an eye open.
There had been a time where he would avoid women for their... Moods. That was so long ago though. He could barely remember any of it. It's not like it mattered now. He let out a breath, if only he could remember... Ah well. It didn't matter him as it used to, he still had his journal laying around, as long as he kept that, his memories were safe.
Something he did know for a fact was that he wasn't as bold as he was now...
"Come on, give her a break." Bing said standing up with both eyes open, "I don't think any of us were in a talking mood when we found out."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 3:23 pm
"I was, I wanted to find out more. Besides, I'm not beating up on here agumentitively, I'm simply making an observation. You know full well that that's what I do."
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 7:52 pm
Noah had been sitting at the table, head down, feeling increasingly awkward. He poked as his food with a fork, trying desperately to eat the pasta. He managed to eat most of it before he went on to picking at the greens and fruits. Of course, the greens were more solid, and hurt his mouth and strained braces much more. He forced himself to eat a strawberry and a carrot before giving up after a few nibbles of celery. he threw the stick down, cursing under his breath in German, clamping his hands over his mouth.
His gums ached and throbbed, and he felt his eyes water. This wasn't fair! He wanted to finish his food so badly but he couldn't! It just hurt too badly! He sniffled, pounding a fist weakly against the table. He hated this island, hate his life, hated his damned braces, hated the fact he was becoming and mouse and hated that he couldn't even EAT. Really, he didn't blame Roxie. her moods were hardly unjustified.
"Das gut." he said to the girl. It was all good, though. He didn't blame her frustration. She must have had a lot on her mind, and she was sick. Poor girl. "I don't zhink your moods are unjustified, Miss Roxie."
Even as he spoke, he never lifted his head. He lifted the water bottle and swished out his mouth again, cleaning his braces off out of habit. He pushed his tray off to the side and slumped down against the table, resting his head on his arms. He wasn't going to be able to eat much more anyways.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 10:21 pm
"Huh." Michel simply stated. Finally, he dropped the act. "Nice choice."
He tried to ignore the fox nd the lizard man, who seemed to be getting on each others' nerves.
Hey, Noah," He addressed to soon to be mouse. "You know I'm sure there's someone who can get those braces off of you. There's a lady who runs all the medical supplies and stuff in the big building in the middle of town, she could probably do it for you."
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 10:01 am
Noah looked over to the kookaburra, head still slumped on the table. He'd have to get his braces fixed if he ever wanted to eat properly again. Why did the hard and crunchy foods have to be so appealing to mice?
He rubbed his jaw gingerly and sighed.
"Ja, I know. I should get zhis fixed if I don't vant to stave to deazh." he murmured. "I'm...almost vanting to break the wire meinself...but I don't zhink I could pull zhe vires loose after...and I don't vant to try and find out."
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 1:20 pm
"If you're hungry still, mabey try some soup as oposed to celery and such. Mabey dip in some crackers. Some nice pea soup."
Marty sat silent for a second before going up to get some for himself, but then paused.
"So you want any?" he asked Noah.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 6:08 pm
Bing let out a sigh and curled up on the table without any arguement.
His funeral.
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 1:16 pm
He lifted his head up and looked at the spiky lizard. Something about that guy gave him the creeps...and it felt like something more than just looked. But he shoved those feelings back. His mouth hurt too much to worry right now, though pangs of anxiety still fired off in his gut every so often.
"Ja...ja, some soup vith some cracker vould be good." he said tiredly. At least he could eat soup. "Get vhatever kind zhey have up zhere. I don't care." he finished. Some sort of vegetable-based soup would be good, but he didn't want to be too choosy. In truth, he was probably more interested in the crackers.
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 5:54 pm
"Soup it is then! Marty, away!" he dashed off while making superman noises towards the buffet. Before long he returned with a pair of fresh, hot bowls of soup with crackers on the side. He put one down in front of Noah with a "shzam" before sitting down on the opposite side of the table and starting to eat.
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 6:29 pm
"Dude," Michel whined, faking a hurt expression, "I'm the flying superhero!"
((Sorry its so short. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 8:50 pm
"Hoho! You wish!" Marty said with a grin on his face, "bring it on! Battle of the titans right here right now!" he said as he jumped onto his chair and started making swashbuckling jestures.
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 10:52 pm
Ryan came back in, and after a quick trip to the buffet, sat back down a the table with a plate of varios fruits, vegetables, and bugs. He handed a second plate to Bing.
"Sorry about that. Had to make a quick bathroom break. So what'd I miss?" He turned to Marty. "Oh, hey, I'm Ryan."
He popped a dried grasshopper into his mouth.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:20 pm
Okay so she wasn’t acting ‘bitchy’ as the lizard-person and Noah told her…
Maybe her mood swings weren’t as bad as she thought. Maybe she was just overacting…some girls did become ‘drama queens’ when sick or secretly wanting attention by any means. Though Roxie was the former and not latter--to stoop to such a level wasn’t her. ‘Just think of something else…anything else..’ She bit the inside of her cheek while massaging her temples. Try as hard as she could the dancer couldn’t block out the sound around her.
What she craved for wasn’t nutrients like soup but a quiet place for her to think! And now Ryan came back…more noise. Roxie had the option of leaving…nothing was tying her down to these ‘people’. But they were nice to her…and her illness would pass but the urge to just get out of a cramped--it was cramped to her--area was more compelling.
“I’m just gonna step outside…its too loud for me.” Roxie mumbled, abruptly standing up. Giving a very weak smile before making her way over to the entrance of the cafeteria. Hopefully outside would be quieter…much quieter.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 7:06 pm
Noah picked up his head, sniffing at the bowl of soup as it was set in front of him. It smelled...like some sort of vegetable soup. Perfect. Maybe...as bizarre as the lizard was, he wasn't so bad.
"Danke." he said quietly, with a small smile.
He picked up a cracker and swished it around, trying to soften it up some before he attempted eating it. He managed to scoop a few of the floating vegetables up onto the soggy cracker, bringing the lot to his mouth, carefully eating it.
His mouth still hurt, but this was decidedly better than before. The vegetables were softer, and the crackers could be softened by the broth. And he was still satisfying his cravings. Maybe adapting his diet wouldn't be so hard after all.
He paid little attention to kookaburra and the lizard's exchange, turning his head slightly when Ryan sat down. He winced a bit at the bugs on the armadillo's plate- they served those here? he shuddered, but figured it was better they were eating bugs than him. He was sure that becoming some sort of rodent meant the bottom of the food chain for a person.
His ears twitched a little as Roxie left, whiskers drooping a bit. He almost wanted to tail her, but he didn't know her well enough. It wasn't his place. So he lowered his head again, and went back to eating.
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