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 Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 5:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 2:50 pm
What a night! To shake off the last remants of the creepy a** trip of a nightmare from last night the Dude jumped into the water and dove around the boat for a while. Just, trying to forget things that made his brain hurt. Captain Morgan was starrign at him from the stern, clearly not amused. Feeling the need to do something, the Dude finally swam ashore and started walking around on the beach, collecting long, semi straight poles. He figured that having to swim to the boat every time was too much trouble and the lagoon was shallow enough that there must have been asand bank that one could wade along to get to the boat. he jsut had to find it. And mark it with poles. Preoccupied with this activity, he was not paying attentiong.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 2:57 pm
Ambrose woke up the next morning feeling... wonderful! From his first deep, filling breath of morning air to the energized feeling he felt shortly after. After the swim at the beach yesterday his body felt honed, the muscles thankful for the full-body workout. He wasn't sore in the least, just energized!
He got up, showered and as he was about to dress in the casual cargo pants and fitted shirt, he changed his mind, instead selecting his beachwear. Yesterday felt so grand, there was no reason not to make a repeat trip today.
After stopping by the Cafeteria for a delightful (In Ambrose's positive frame of mind) breakfast, he continued out to the beach. His skin was already looking a bit darker (in places - red in others) from the trip yesterday.
And, even better, he thought to himself as his eyes scanned the sandy expanses - there was no sign of the good doctor today. He could enjoy the waves and sun without feeling like he was being watched.
He lay his towel carefully on the beach, slipped off his sandals and headed to the water's edge, breathing in a satisfied whiff of the salty air as the surf rushed around his feet, chasing small crabs and shells around his feet.]
However, he soon became aware that while the Doctor wasn't present, he wasn't alone as he heard slow, repetetive "THURK"'s - the sound of something wooden being driven into sand. Opening his eyes again he saw a figure wandering down the sandbanks. Curiousity piqued, he wandered in his general direction.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 3:05 pm
Armed with a substantial boulder in his right hand, the Dude was standing waist deep in water about 20 feet away from the shore, beating a pole into the sand underwater. He had figured the interesting beeline pattern of the sand bank and was marking it. A messy pile of long weatherworn branches were laying on the shore near him
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 3:07 pm
With his head cocked in mild curiousity, Ambrose began to meander closer to where this man was apparently busy driving stakes into the sand. Did he work here? Were they building a pier?
"Hello~!" Ambrose called out, shuffling through the shallow water.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 3:15 pm
The Dude turned around to see a young blond man in swimming trunks. He smiled and waved: "Yo! Wassup?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 3:19 pm
Ambrose smiled, bemused at the casual mannerisms of the other man. He glanced from the boat of questionable functionality with "The Liberty Manatee" lovingly plastered to the side of the boat, and back to the individual. They certinaly seemed the pair.
He continued his approach and returned the greeting "Just out for a..." he glanced at his watch. "Early afternoon swim" he smiled. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Ambrose." He offered his hand with an inquisitive look.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 3:24 pm
"Allright, slap me some skin, Ambrose ^_^" - with that the be-dreaded beach bum made some strange, but nifty looking hand slapping ritual, kinda taking Ambrose's hand for a ride along there
"I'm the Dude. That's my boat" - he pointed at the "Manatee".
"I am kinda ship wrecked here since yesterday. You from the Ferret labs?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 3:32 pm
Ambrose was certainly caught off-guard, as The Dude converted his simple offer of a handshake into some puzzling series of gestures.
Having grown up in a rather conservative East Coast environment, and while Ambrose considered himself rather open minded considering the upbringing he had had, this man, this "Dude" certainly threw him for a loop. He seemed to be the California stereotype brought to full, three-dimensional life.
"Dude..?" Ambrose repeated slowly, the bemusement increasing as he got over the initial awkwardness. He glanced back at the boat, despite the fact he had gotten a good look at it in his stroll over.
"Well" Ambrose replied, turning back to him. "Sounds like you were lucky to find your way here - it looks like your boat got tossed around pretty badly." It's a miracle he got this far at all in that little thing, his mind echoed his words. Ambrose was no sailor; the closest expierences he had had was on his family yaht some summers - and this was certainly no comparison to the sleek, confident boats.
Ambrose shook his head with a chuckle. "Feral labs? No... well, not exactly. I'm here for a study they're doing, but I'm not one of their scientists if that's what you mean."
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 3:47 pm
"Yeah, damn lucky. I thought I was done for to be honest. But the "Manatee" pulled thru, the old lady. And this island is pretty sweet. I don't mind staying here for a while." - he chuckled.
"Ya know, with all the ladies around, and the free food" - the Dude added grinning.
Hitting the pole a few more times with the stone, he shook it and decided he was sattisified with it's stability.
"Oh yeah, the study. tha'ts what you are here for. What ARE they studying? It seems every tiem I ask somebody I get a different answer ..." - the Dude scratched his goatee and looked a bit more ponderous
"Like, do they study a new drug or something? Is that why they stick people with "inocculations against rare tropical diseases"? They stuck me yesterday. My arm's all swolen now" - he pointed to the red bulge on his substantial bicep.
"I suppose swimming after being injected didn't really help either, though."
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 3:56 pm
Ambrose laughed good-naturedly at the intrepretation of the benefits of the Island. If he hadn't been attached and, well, not the "swinging" type, he could certainly appreaciate that the other women he had seen thus far were rather attractive.
Ambrose hesitated, however, at The Dude's description of the laboratories, the different answers, and especially describing innoculations.
"Innoculations..?" Ambrose echoed. "No, well, I haven't heard anything about tropical diseases.... but that might be because I was pretty caught up on immunizations before arriving. All they were really are at liberty to tell me was that the study is for some sort of physical enhancer... to assist the disabled, or something like that. Given it's a medical study they can't tell the participants very much." Ambrose absently scratched at the remnants of the welt on his own arm - vastly diminished, but still a reminder remained much like a large mosquito bite.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 4:01 pm
"Ah. Hrm ... I see" - the Dude was digesting this new information. Then his stomach growled loudly. He scratched it and stretched
"Speaking of which - let's go get that free food. Say, Ambrose - you know where Cassidy lives? I have a towel to return to her."
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 4:20 pm
Ambrose nodded, wondering what was going through the man's mind. "I just ate, actually, but I wouldn't mind accompanying you. I could probably pick up something small regardless."
He started heading back to the beach where he had left his towl and flip flops. "Yes, I know where Cassidy lives... Right next door to me as a matter of fact." He hesitated, his mind stumbling over something The Dude had said. "You said that they gave you conflicting information...?" The edge of worry slipped into his voice. Things were just fine he kept telling himself, but small details still would not leave him alone.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 4:27 pm
Madison woke up from her long nap and rubbed her head. She shook off her blanket and got up from her bed to stretch. The cold wooden floor creaked as she walked over to the closet to put on something to wear.
The previous day was so exciting that she had stayed up all night going over about what had happened. Her arm still throbbed a little from the needle when she touched it. Her life had been such a blur before. Job interviews and standing in the unemployment line had consumed so much of her time. It was so great to just live on your own time for a change. She felt that nothing was really expected of her on the island and she could do whatever she wanted. It was so wonderful to finally reunite with her cousin, Dr. Moreau. He had changed so much and she sure wanted to get to know him again.
Madison leafed through the hanged up clothes and finally decided on a black swimsuit. From outside the window of her cabin, it looked like such a great day to hit the beach. There wasn't a cloud in the sky!
After she dressed, Madison headed out the door and towards the wooden walkway that led to the beach. Her bare feet felt so warm in the sand, just like a cozy slipper. Her steps quickened into a brisk run as she darted out to the ocean waves.
She ran so far out until the water was up to her neck. The waves suddenly got bigger and she could barely keep afloat.
"What a stupid idea.. I should of known not to swim when it was high tide" she grumbled, spitting out some of the salty water.
The waves kept bringing her back in no matter how hard she kicked. Panicing, she looked all around but didn't see nothing but water.
"He..eeelp!!" she called out in a toneless scream.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 4:41 pm
"I'm starved!" - the Dude scratched his injected arm that was now itching miserably and sighed, sharing with Ambrose his observations.
"Yeah ... well ... small things, but my gut tells me they are lying. The redhead named Aubrey told me I had to be injected against "rare tropical disease" named Dengue Fever or something like that. Well, I know of malaria in these areas. But I've never heard of a "deadly" Dengue Fever. And the kicker is, when the doctor dragged me up into the Area 51 lab of his, he didn't know anything about any fevers. Weired, huh?"
He stuck his hands into the pockets of his shorts and continued, shrugging:
"But, ya know, they clearly insisted on stabbing me with the needle, otherwise I probably wouldn't be able to stay on the island. And it's not like I can easily leave, you know ... so I let 'em. Can't be that bad if they are allowed to test it on humans, ya know?"
He looked up into the sky and thought about this for a few moments, then remembered:
"Oh yeah, and another thing. Cassidy told me she came here to work as a cleaning lady for a hotel. But Aubrey, when talking about her said she came here for the study. I don't think Cassy is knows she's here for the study. I don't think she would have come here for that, you know ..."
Then the Dude kinda narrowed his eyes, starring at smth on the other side of the beach:
"Yo, check it out ..." - he pointed: "I think there is a dolphin there or something. See the splashing?"
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