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 Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:24 am
The blow of the fruit against the back of his head sent Billy tumbling to the underbrush with a cry of alarm, "Feckin' hell! Feck I've been hit!" His strange hand returned from the back of his head with syruppy clearish red goop. Who knew what his blood looked like now? "I'm bleedin'! I'm bleedin'!!" He cried in horror.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:29 am
Bobby caught up to the fallen man. The underbrush hid most of his new features, so he looked the same to Bobby. Not like she would forget what he looked like... she had made sure to remember him no matter what.
Looking down at him, Bobby rolled her eyes, hands on her hips, "For crying out loud, you are not bleeding!" She glared down at him...if only looks could kill hurt.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:31 am
"Y'hit me!! Why th'feck didja' have t'hit me fer?" He glared up at her from the ground, picking tomato skin and pulp out of his hair clumsily.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:36 am
Bobby was almost taken aback. He didn't recognize her? Well, that makes sense, he was probably drugged up to high heaven that night! Not to mention, they chases him, not the other way around. "I didn't hit you, the tomato did! And what a waste of a perfectly good tomato, too..." the woman tsk-ed in the back of her throat.
"Why'd you run?" If he didn't know who she was, she wasn't about to tell him... yet at least. Revenge was sweeter when the person didn't know why you things were happening to them.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:39 am
"Because someone was chasin!" He grunted, a tentacle sliding from the collar of his shirt to wipe his brow subconciously. When he noticed it, he blushed, stuffing it back in and away again.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:43 am
Bobby's hatred never left her face. When she saw the tentacle, she couldn't help change her face for a quick moment. So.... he was changing already? Ignoring his comment, the woman reached over and stuck her hand down his shirt. She grabbed onto of the tentacles on the back-side, careful to avoid the suckers.
Pulling it out, Bobby put the offending limb in front of Billy's face, "What's this? Didn't think one limp noodle was enough?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:45 am
"Ach!" He flinched, trying to pull it back, the appendage wriggling in her grip, "Let go! Tha' aint yers!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:46 am
Bobby smirked, "Thank God it's not mine.... but you're right!" The woman flung the tentacle to him before letting go, "I have no idea where that thing had been!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:49 am
"Har har," He grunted, reaching a mutated, suckered hand to a tree to ease himself up. Since his transformation, he felt stiff all over. He'd get used to it in time, he figured, but for now it was all still new. "Y'seem t'be takin' it rather well, Seein' a man wit' tentacles woul' ha' made me jump only weeks ago."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:52 am
Bobby reached out her hand, and pinned his tentacle to a tree. She leaned on it, pushing it more and more against the tree with her palm. With a toothy and malicious grin, the woman looked down at Billy as he struggled back to his feet, "Aww, this? Believe me... I've seen much worse!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:00 am
"Ah! Wha' th'feck is wrong wit' you??" He snarled, trying to pull free, shoving her sharply with a hand and another tentacle from under his shirt, "Tha' hurts!!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:04 am
She didn't even move when Billy pushed her away. Bobby smiled sweetly, though, in response. "Good! It's supposed to hurt! And what's wrong with me? I'm on this Island is what's wrong!" the woman growled.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:07 am
"Well I'm here too, y'black b***h!" He yoweld in pain, the front of his shirt wrything as his other tentacles tried to find a way of escape from under the fabric. He wished he had gotten his knife back from Antony that morning, but had completely forgotten. "Wha' are y'goin' takin' it out on me?? I'm fecked too, y'know!! It aint my fault!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:11 am
"WRONG!" Bobby yelled in his face, changing her tactics to dig her nails into his tentacle. One of them pierced through and octopus blood seeped out. "It is ALL your fault that I am here! If you hadn't made a scene and shot my partner, I never would have had the obligation to follow you. I would be at home! With my husband and kids, eating popcorn while watching movies!"
Throughout her speech, another one of her nails pierced the tentacles. It was until some of the blood gathered and tickled at her wrist that Bobby finally let go and dropped her hand. The blood reversed its course and dripped from her fingers instead.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:14 am
He gave a loud shout of pain, stumbling backwards to cradle the wounded tentacle in his arms, his face red as he glanced up, "I don' know wha' th'feck yer talkin' abou', Lady, bu' y'got some serious issues!" He made sure he was well out of way, fighting the subconcious urge to spit ink at her and swim away. Obviously he couldn't spit ink, and obviously he couldn't swim away in the jungle. It was the tentacles talking.
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