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Noah sounded like he could use some rest as well. "And the same goes to you, Noah. I can't imagine you have much energy.:

Dallas extending his hand to shake was a surprise, but it was welcome. He put forward his own clawed hand and shook dallas'. "Nice to meet you as well. And yes, hopefully next time will be better."

He turned and headed out the door. He would've twisted around to say goodbye, but his back didn't work that way anymore. So once he was outside the door, he simply turned all the way around. "Later everyone." And with that he walked down the stairs.

((And that's it for me, I had fun guys! 3nodding ))

It wasn’t that Elea was well-adjusted to any situation. It was, she just knew how to take herself out of it. Just observe and not take part--but since she was a ‘volunteer’ on this island, her line of defense would soon be shattered. But such a thing wouldn’t happen as long as she got off the island before they came to inject her. And now came the odd looks…yeah she worked at the NI and yes she was oddly calm. Though she wasn’t always as calm, like on her first assignment. ‘Diving into a swamp to look for the Lock ness monster and have a piece of seaweed and skeleton around you would creep anyone out.’ She mused silently as the reporter recalled her first couple of days on the job.

But that was the past, and now she had to deal with the present. A present in which Dallas was calm for the fact he had seen one change all ready. Elea listened intently at Noah’s initial reaction to the change and oddly enough it did make sense. After all, anyone else would’ve thought the same way too. Now it gave Elea more pressure to find an escape very, very quickly.

Now Ryan as gone, leaving a great opportunity for her to leave as well…to leave or not to leave. That was the question entirely. To stay and have idle chit-chat or go back to her duplex, alone and figure out a bunch of plans for escape. Gee, which was more fun of the two? Eh, it wasn’t as though she would get much sleep tonight, might as well stay for a few more minutes.

“Ah…well, working with the I.N…I suppose the reporters there suffer embarrassing moments or shocking ones to get over. I heard from other staff members each of them went through a short mental break down before returning to normal…went through two which wasn’t so bad.” She said nonchalantly, trying to make the last part seem like a joke. Hopefully Dallas and Noah would see it as such but if not, being seen as crazy wasn’t so bad either.

Noah listened politely to Elea and nodded. He was caught a bit off guard by her comment, but after Dallas chuckled, he found himself giving a (nervous) laugh as well. maybe it was the ninchalant deadpan way she said things that did it.

At the change in conversation, his ears perked. Escape? Get off? It...it wasn't possible, was it? If it was, surely older islanders would have done something...He shook his head sadly.

"Nein. I...do not zhink it is possible. It vould seem ve are stuck here until..until..." He couldn't say it. Until their deaths. That's how he saw it. "Never has anyone escaped. Ve're so far out in zhe ocean...and zhe changed ones like meinself...vhat vould ve do even if ve could escape? Ve could never go back to haow it used to be. Not like zhis."

He felt a chill run down his spine when he thought about his future. Stay on the island forever....how long would that be anyways? He didn't like to think that far ahead. It was bleak. How long was his life now anyways? How long would Moreau keep them there? It was just not pleasant to think about. Carefuly, he picked up his tail- crusted with the dried blood from his paw, and began to groom it anxiously.

"Yeah, I ah, I suppose so." Dallas replied, feeling heat rising to his cheeks. Of course, why hadn't he thought about that? But then a little bit of 'brilliance' hit him. Once again getting excited he said, "you know, the have communications in this place. Maybe, we could ah, we could sneak into the labs or something? We could contact the mainland! I'm sure they'd have some sort of cure for you guys too Noah!"

He grinned widely, his heart beating excitedly. What if it did work? What if they could go home and lead a normal life? Just back to the way everything was before...that would be the best thing in the world. "You guys think that'd work?"

Game over for Elea. She should’ve thought about her plan more thoroughly! Right now, after hearing Noah’s account of just how impossible it was to get off the island, she wanted to hit her head against a wall or more preferably a desk. A bit of coloring left her cheeks from learning this vital piece of information. She had thrown her entire life away--then again did she have much of a life to begin with?

That was something to dwell on for another day, right now…hell, everything was screwed. Anger slowly bubbled in the girl, how could she have been so stupid?! None of her hair brained schemes--though this was actually the first one-- never worked out! Why wasn’t she given a sign to just stay in new York and find a job else where? Instead of trying to impress some big time journalists with an amazing article--that would more or less seem more worthy for the front page of the National Inquirer.

“Yeah hopeless.” She muttered, emerald orbs averting Dallas or Noah’s gaze. ‘The only way to get off this damn sodding island is for Peter Pan to come with buckets of pixie dust and to think of happy things.’ She thought sarcastically. And to make matters worse, without the injections…illness followed by death. “We’re all bloody ******** screwed.” She whispered harshly, a bit of her British accent coming out.

The only time one ever heard her accent would either be when she went to visit her grandparents in England or when she’s cursing. Either of the two rarely occurred in her life time so it was something to see a once calm girl now cursing with a foreign accent.

Noah shivered the more he thought about what he actually said. His tail twitched nervously in his paws, and he groaned a bit, trying not to cry. After everything else stupid he'd done, crying would take the cake. He chattered his teeth unhappily.

He felt terrible, being the bearer of bad news, especially since Elea didn't seem to be taking the news too well. He looked up at Dallas, wondering how long the boy would keep the optimistic attitude. The changes...he was sure that the changes would affect his attitude somewhat, depending on what animal he was destined to become.

"Hah, screwed. Zhat's putting it lightly. More like doomed, really." he sighed in response to Elea. He then turned to address Dallas. "Everyone says...zhat all zhat can be done is to adapt and accept your life on zhe island. Vhat else can be done?"

Noah felt like a hypocrite or a poser when he said such things. In the end, that's what the older islanders, the fully changed ones, had told him. But he didn't want to accept that reality. He wasn't ready to just settle in and live out his days. He hated the island. He hated the doctors. But he was trapped. Caged. He felt his heart bat even harder then before and he swallowed hard, his mouth feeling dry.

God, thinking about that gave him anxiety fits.

"I'm not ready to accept it yet." he said hollowly in a quiet tone. "Maybe...vhen I Become...zhen it vill be easier." he muttered.

He still had a bad feeling about the island, but he didn't voice his suspicions. Not yet. These poor Unchanged ones had already been through enough without having to deal with his paranoid theories.

Ah well, just 'cause they were pessimistic didn't mean he had to be. "Well, we may be doomed, but I suppose there are quite a lot of things that you could do here. I mean, this island has a theater, and I heard rumor of another construction about to take place. Hell, within the next ten years, this place will probably turn into our own private New York!"

Noticing how agitated the mouse man was becoming again, Dallas almost patted him on the shoulder but stopped when he remembered that Noah didn't like to be touched. Trying to change the subject, he remarked, "you know, I've found out what I'm supposed to become. From that lady doctor...Moreau's wife? yeah I'm gonna turn into a, ah..." He fidgited and looked down; it was sort of embarrasing. "A flying monkey. Like in the wizard of Oz..." trailing off, he looked the other two for several moments. For some reason, his mind rewinded back to Elea's remark about the Matrix. He grinned and fished in his pockets for something. "Oh, I forgot," he said, producing two things, one in his left hand and one in his right, "Pick one."

He opened his hands to reveal on blue pill, and one red.

((Of course its fake. Let's just say those are his good luck charms!;P))

If the island became the next New York within ten years would be the day Elea would marry Bill Gates. Never in a million years would such a thing happen. Although it was funny to think about it, but soon the tiny spark of laughter in the young woman was replaced by the anger she felt for just throwing her old life away for the sake of gaining a better job. How foolish could one person actually be--besides Elea--to end up voluntarily on a place like this?

Then the boy had to bring out two pills.

Elea almost did a double take, almost. Dallas had to be pulling her leg right? ‘Of course…there is no fricking way.’ Her thought drifted off momentary. So Dallas was becoming a flying monkey…wonderful, just wonderful. Looking at the pills did Elea roll her eyes, how immature…but it did calm her down a little. Though she would never admit it. If she did it would only encourage the youth to do something else childish.

At Noah’s own glum statement did the girl give a dry chuckle. “Better mouse than turning into a bloody mermaid wanna-be.” Was her reply. All Elea knew about the animal she would become was one thing, it was aquatic. Which meant it was most likely a fish…and what do humans relate to with the word fish? Mermaids…well with the Inquirer it was naturally the only thing she could relate to the word.

It wasn’t because Elea was jealous or anything of the sort towards Noah and Dallas. Both would be mammals and she…well living underwater or above...or what have you. Oh well, it wasn’t as though she was very social and being underwater would provide more solitude she supposed.