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 Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 8:31 pm
"Hmm," Jamal said in a semi-disgruntled manner, flicking the tip of one elongated ear in unison with the flexing of his whiskers. Yeah...it was her alright.
"Well if ya didn't believe in hell befo', you should now." He had noted that she had changed....when, he wasn't sure...but she ought to catch the insinuation in his voice of what he meant. "Why ain't you off wit' da otha's? There's a camp somewhere 'round herr, so I heard."
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 8:40 pm
What was his name...Jack? James? She was sure it started with a J...
She frowned a little as he hinted that they were in Hell. While unpleasant, Chana couldn't quite bring herself to call the Island by that name. Not yet at least.
"I got lost," she admitted, blushing. "I found Joliette's camp...there were others there..two girls whose names both started with 'A's...and I left to look for herbs and I got lost." She ended her statements at high-speed, as if that could somehow erase her foolishness. And her raft was there! Her freedom...all left there.
Resolutely turning from the memories, she looked Jamal over critically. He'd changed, duh, but it was odd how his skin seemed to be lightening. Chana studied him, trying to figure out what he was turning into.
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 8:45 pm
"There's camps all ova' da damn island," he said flatly, but shrugged nonchalantly before he noticed her staring at his lower arms where the skin had turned that slight shade of paler brown. That made his brows narrow and he bared his mini-fangs in warning; he wasn't comfortable with people staring at him for any reason.
"Don't ask what I'm turnin' inta cause I ain't got no ********' idea," said the black man icily before she could ask him. "I don't care ta know right now anyway."
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 8:51 pm
Chana blushed again. She hadn't meant to be rude, but it seemed that it was a much touchier subject than she'd realized. "Well, it's pretty obvious what I'm turning into...at least, when you see the tail." She turned slightly to glare at the her butt, knowing precisely where she'd tucked the stupid thing into her jeans.
But...wait...before that... "You mean there's other camps? Do you know how to get to any of them?" The raw need in her voice surprised Chana. She'd thought she was stronger than that.
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 9:04 pm
"I ain't so good at animals, so I ain't got no idea you look like, but I ain't concerned wit' dat," he muttered, tapping his claws together anxiously. He was hardly an expert on wildlife unless it was something like a pigeon or a rat...something you find in a city.
The mention of the camps made him shrug. "Yeah..dat one you mentioned at da river....I got one wit' Antony at da beach, 'n' I guess there be one mo' dat got lots of people at it. I ain't sure -'zactly where dat big one be, but I know it ain't far."
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 9:09 pm
"Obviously," Chana muttered. How hard was it really to figure out...ah, never mind.
"Not far? Do you think you could find it from here?" she asked, instead, desperate to sleep in a "safe" environment...to be able to sleep without worrying about being investigated by various creatures.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 10:40 pm
Late in the night, far past midnight, at a time when only those animals whose eyes are well adjusted to the inky blackness that comes when the only light - the moon and stars- are blanketed by the thick rainclouds, the thick heavy droplets begin to slow... and then finally stop.
The buzzing of insects and birdcalls that had been all but absent during the steady drone of the falling rain slowly begin to pick up experimentally, then call out in a chorus welcoming the clear and rain-less night air.
However, the noise of the buzz and birds are soon joined by another humm. This one, however, is one that the Island has not heard in over two months. It is not the querying chirp of a cricket, or a methodical crick of a treefrog. It is a steady, mechanical humm, droll and mundane - but to some acute ears that catch its chorus that spreads across the Island from the Beach Bar to the Village to the Laboratories - it is the most welcome night noise of them all.
For those staying in the beach bar, if they are not already awake then the florescent lights that slowly flicker on probably does the trick.
In a loud resounding CLICK, the duplex doors unlock in unison.
About three hours following this, the scent of cooked food begins to spread from the now unlocked and open cafeteria.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:12 pm
((To save trouble, we're going to stage this RP the day after the duplexes unlocked XD; ))
"I dunno," he said without any sort of commitment to his voice, his eyes wandering skyward at the brightening sky. "I think ya gotta go through da village ta get to it though, 'n' I think we ain't far from it... If you wanna try, I kin get ya dat far fo' sho..."
Normally he didn't feel like being helpful to someone he didn't know that well, but Chana had never really gave him a reason to dislike her. Plus she was a woman and despite how...unconventional...she was, the tiger instincts were forever looming in the background of his mind with his slightly sleezy human ideals...
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:19 pm
The village!? Chana's mind raced. She knew that no one had been living in the village...they'd been locked out, or so she'd been told. She hadn't set foot in the place since waking up.
"If you could just help me to the village, that would be wonderful," she confessed to Jamal. "I don't even know how to get there, let alone which direction it's in." And even if she couldn't get into her duplex, she'd at least be able to take some shelter from the wind and...lessening...rain.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:25 pm
"Well, lets go then 'cause I got s**t da do."
...which was a lie unless you counted lying in a tree or tromping about the jungle solo to be 's**t to do".
He waited only a moment for her to get up, then started off into the brush at a swift pace that one might find to be surprising for someone walking barefoot through the jungle. Thankfully he had been walking barefoot for so long (since this lab shutdownstarted, actually) that the soles of his feet had toughened so that whatever was underfoot posed little problem. Jamal had also grown a little more wirey than he used to be, thanks to the poor nutrition that had been available and the lack of weight training, but he was far from weak. Jamal didn't even consider how easily Chana might be able to keep up.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:30 pm
Chana followed him relatively well. He was big enough that he made a decent path for her to follow, and she was used to hiking. Or at least, she was used to keeping up with people. She winced though, at the sound her ruined Birkenstocks made against the jungle floor.
That's not important...focus on what matters. Like keeping him in sight, she told herself, hurrying her step a little more to keep up. He was pretty fast, but as long as she kept close it was all good.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:39 pm
Jamal kept a brisk pace for quite some time...at least twenty minutes or so. He did pause eventually though to allow Chana a breather if she wanted it. While they were stopped, he tried to use his sense of smell to help give him direction towards where he remembered the village to be. The sense wasn't that greatly enhanced in comparison to what it would eventually become, but it was much easier to scent things now that he'd normally never have smelt.
As he took in a deep breath, he caught something so faint that he was sure his mind was playing tricks on him. It...smelt like food. Like a hamburger or steak or...He inhaled sharply again and once more was greeted with the aroma of cooking food.
Suddenly he charged into a run without a word to Chana, his eyes wide and whiskers bristled with anxiety. Oh gods, if this was his mind playing tricks with him...
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:43 pm
Chana had braced herself against a tree and was waiting for her heart to finish slowing down. Jamal's pace was more than she'd been prepared for...thank goodness he remembered she was there.
Or...not. "Jamal!" she called out as he started running full-out in the direction they'd been heading. What had come over him? One moment he'd been sniffing...the next he was off like a rocket.
Well...why not try it. Chana sniffed the air hesitantly. It smelled like...like...barbeque? Her mouth started watering and she ran toward the scent as well, though at a much slower pace.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:48 pm
"FOOD. ********' FOOD!" He bellowed as he ran, clawing through the unbroken foliage towards the blessed smells of edible goodness. If there was food, that meant the cafeteria was open...and if that was open then the duplexes were open...and that meant his stuff was accessible!
He didn't care that Chana was struggling to keep up. No. He was selfishly thinking about himself. He didn't even think about Antony and how she'd need to be told that things were operational again, if that was the case.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:52 pm
Food! What a wonderful word to hear! And if Jamal was sure...it was probably there. Chana ignored the stitch in her side and kept running. She didn't trust her own nose enough to let Jamal out of her sight.
If there was food...perhaps the duplexes were open? Then she could get clean, put on fresh clothes...the possibilities were heavenly!
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