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Cassidy Smith

PostPosted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 8:50 pm


With a bit of difficulty, Cass meandered over to the bed and draped herself over the edge in a position that was not far from being a traditional sit. "I think Moreau thinks so, but Duvert expected me to be ecstastic myself. They're crazy. You know that."
PostPosted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 8:59 pm


"Yeah..." Of course, she didn't really know who that Sabin fellow was - heard the name but never saw the man. Apparently, this was a good thing.

"You know... I never got to the point in my life when I actually pondered getting drunk out of my damn mind. But that would seriously be a good thing right now." She muttered, rubbing her temples akwardly and trying not to bean Cass in the head with the webbing at the same time. She wasn't crying, yet she still felt the killer headache forming.

"I... ********." She whiped a lone tear that escaped. "This sucks."

Kim Nguyet


Cassidy Smith

PostPosted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:05 pm


"Getting drunk because you're unhappy is generally a really bad idea," Cass advised, with a nod. "I know, I've done it. But I know the feeling." A bit awkwardly, she put her feathered arm around Kim's shoulders and hugged her gently.

"Do you need to be alone, or would you rather have the company?"
PostPosted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:15 pm


"I think I seriously need to be alone right now..." She sighed. She didn't want Cass to see her cry... she had enough to worry about, herself... She didn't need to worry about her as well.

"Cass... Thank you. This mean alot to me. If there's anything I can do, tell me, okay ?"

Kim Nguyet


Cassidy Smith

PostPosted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:24 pm


Cass nodded and slipped off the edge of the bed. "It's really nothing. I just want to help. I'll keep the offer in mind, but it goes both ways...y ou can come find me anytime, if I can be helpful at all."

She patted Kim on the shoulder and slithered off towards the door.
PostPosted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:30 pm


"I will." It was a good feeling, as small as it might be in the assload of s**t that had exploded - to know that she had a friend that she could confide in, someone that cared.

Kim didn't even want to see what would have happened if Cass hasn't been there. The simple feel of her hand on her shoulder had been more conforting that any words could have been.

Yet, she so felt sorry for dragging her into all this.

"See ya." She said softly, curling into her bed and staring blankly at the opposite wall, letting tears spill out, tears that grew into loud sobs once she was pretty sure the snake girl was gone.

Damn all this s**t...

Kim Nguyet


Kim Nguyet

PostPosted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 9:29 am


Kim wasn't too sure what she was doing there, a ball in hand, on the small basketball court. She didn't know, and didn't really care. She wasn't crying anymore from the news - it was her belief that she had shed all the tears she could have for AWHILE - but she wasn't expecially happy either, and it showed with how blank she looked. Kim almost always at least smiled, but now was not the case.

The pterodactyl - a ******** dinosaur ! - in her had gotten more than a bit bored at being walled into the duplex, and so there she was, akwardly dribbeling a ball. It wasn't as hard as one could have thought, since 4 of her fingers where mostly normal. The lack of the 5th, however, made it a bit harder for the ball to go in the correct direction.


Jamal hadn't been one to frequent the village anymore. Why should he? He rarely spoke to anyone nowadays and most of his necessary belongings had been hauled out to his little jungle space, there was no need to tromp around the village. He did still eat at the cafeteria though; while raw meat was somewhat satisfying in its own way, he wasn't fully okay with it.

It was on a trip back from said cafeteria that he heard a familar noise. Was someone playing basketball? As much as he didn't feel like being social, the prospects of a good game of ball outweighed that. No one HE knew played ball; maybe a new person had been dropped that knew the game.

He rounded the corner and was met with the sight of the dino-girl and her awkward ball handling, but he couldn't quite recognize who it was. His first thought was that she had no idea how to play, but then again, when one had pinkies the size that this girl had, even he could cut them some slack.

"So someone on dis ********' island can play ball...o' at least dribble," he commented drolly, caring little if he startled her or not.

Kim perked a bit, not really startled, but not really unsurprised, either. She caught the ball with both hands as it bounced up before turning to look at him - she had reconized the voice, of course, but it didn't look like he had reconized her. She couldn't really blame him, after all she had issues reconizing herself in the mirror in the morning.

"Hmm... thanks ?" She managed after a moment. tossing a bang of hair back. "It's kind of hard now, but I've done worse."



Jamal cocked a brow in an appraising manner, trying to place the voice with a name, as he sauntered over. He knew he ought to know who this was, but his people skills and memory had gone down the tubes along with his humanity. He did remember vaguely one girl who had super long hair...but it was hard to place the nationality he also remembered with the alienesque features of this woman.

"I think yer da first person I've seen ta pick up a basketball b'sides maself since I got herr. Ya play much?...or did ya play much b'fo all this s**t?" he inquired, waving bluntly at her odd hands. Maybe if she had, he could hit her up for a game of ball. One on none was only fun for so long. It'd be a far cry from streetball, but at least it was something.

"No, not really." She shrugged. "I did some in high school, but I wasn't that good. I guess im a bit too short." She rose an eyebrow as well - he really did look up in the fumes. "Im Kim. Can't blame you for forgetting - it's been a long time and visibely I had to go alien somewhere in between."

...Was it a sad thing that "alien" sounded more plausible than what she was REALLY becoming ?


"Mmm," he uttered flatly, though a flash of recognition did flash into his ice-toned eyes and he nodded a little. "Sorry. I ain't good wit' names 'n' 'specially not when peeps ain't lookin' da same as I seen 'em last." That might have been an apology or just an explaination of his shitty memory; the tone of voice remained flat so it was hard to tell. He shrugged soon after though and eyed the ball in her malformed hands.

"But ya got some idea how da game goes then, yeah? Dat's half da battle fo' some ********' people...ya jus' gotta get used ta da crazy s**t ya body changes inta. Took me awhile, but I kin still ball a'ight." He paused, actually thinking about his words for a moment. "....though I ain't got two foot long finga's eitha. What 'zac'ly you turnin' inta?"

Kim didn't even really bother to figure out if the explaination was an apology or, well, a simple explaination - her head was screwed up enough as it without adding to it.

"Havn't happened to me yet, but I guess it will eventually." She shrugged. "But I know the ropes, yeah. Took me some time to figure out how I was supposed to dribble with this s**t." She shook her head, and then he asked it. The question.

"Something completely crazy." She muttered, attempting to throw the ball in the net. It bounced off the board and she caught it again. "It shouldn't even be possible, but nothing else work. Pterodactyl. A dinosaur, if you prefer. And the b*****d thought I would be thrilled to hear that !" She seethed.



Jamal made a motion with his hands to passively encourage her to pass him the ball while giving her a full once-over, carefully keeping his expression as nonthreatening as possible for once. From what he remembered, Kim wasn't a bad person to chill with.

"...A dino? Well, there's one guy dat's s'posed ta be a dragon, I think, so...dinos were at least real at one point, yeah?" Of course, Jamal didn't know Zach's serum was a combination one, otherwise he wouldn't have brought it up. The tiger man had no idea how the mechanics of the serums really worked. "But s**t, dat's onna da flyin' ones, ain't it?" It made sense, if her fingers were indication of anything.

The black haired girl couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she passed the ball over.

"A dragon ?" Hmm. Holy s**t. What ? "...That's really ******** up." Maybe even more than HER, she had to admit. "And yeah, a flying one. Tho I don't see myself flying at all."
PostPosted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 1:50 pm


After the so called basketball game, Kim found herself pretty hungry, and knew she had eaten the last of the sushi she had in her duplex in the morning... So she made her way to the cafeteria, but then froze. There where people here. Two unchanged people.

Oh. s**t. Did they know about what was going on in this hellhole ? Everything in her screamed to leave while she could, but she was really, really hungry.

It was bound to happen. You can do this. You can do this. She repeated mentally to herself before walking in, trying not to look as nervous as she was as she took a tray and went torward the seafood section.


"Not your fault, kid..." he murmured, "Don't you dare feel bad for something these nutball scientists did to me." he shoved a forkful of lettuce into his mouth and chewed it in confusion. It tasted amazing to him. He chewed it slowly, savoring the flavor. What the hell....you couldn't get him to eat salad if you paid him before. He looked disturbed as he swallowed the food and opened his mouth to ask Cody another question.

He closed it as he spotted Kim. His mouth fell open again as he tried to process what she was. "Whu...? he mumbled, gawking awkwardly. "What the hell is she turning into? I don't know anything that looks like that..." Maybe the kid would know, kids like all that nature stuff, right?" He shovelled another mouthful of greenery into his face as he stared. It was like a train wreck, he couldn't look away.


Cody was about to reply when Kim came in. She looked creepy. Not the bad creppy, but the cool creepy creepy
Though he too didn't know what animal she was. But it wasn't a rodent, that he was certain

"I dunno" he said with a half smile on his face


Kim definitively knew there was at least one of them staring at her, because of that little feeling she had running though her spine. She shifted unconfortabely along, grapping some rice before starting to add rolls of sushi to the plate. Thanksfully, she hadn't heard a thing of what the two where saying, her tiny tail waving back and forth nervously as she took a pair of chopsticks as she turned to sit away, visibely hoping to make them at least more confortable if she wasn't anywhere near them.

But, now that she could see the two more clearly... one was definitively younger than the other. What was a kid doing on this damned island ?!


Nathan closed his mouth forcibly and he frowned. He knew he had to stop reacting like this, because one of these days he'd be the one new people were staring at in horror. He didn't like the idea of that. He pushed back his chair. "Well lets find out. I'm gonna go ask her to sit with us. Be right back."

He strolled through the cafeteria, shoving his hands in the pickets of his leather pants, trying not to stare too much as he approached Kim's table. He gestured back towards Cody and his table with his thumb as he cleared his throat. "Uh, hey. The kid and I wanted to know if you'd, uh, like to join us?"

Inwardly he felt himself hoping she wasn't some kind of carnivore that might think he was a snack, but the sushi on the plate made him worry more for Cody, dolphin boy that he was becoming.


"Ok"

Cody just waited as Nathan went over to talk to Kim, eating some macaroni and salad


"Ah... uh... well..." Granted, with how the tiny woman seemed embarassed and shy now, it would probably be hard to imagine her trying to eat anything that still wriggeled. "Sure, if neither of you mind..."

She got up and took hold of her plate as well as she could, whispering. "I can't believe they put a kid here..." She sighed.


Nathan nodded as he walked back with Kim. "I know, but the kid seems like he's perfectly ok with it. Me, I'm scared shitless." He slid back into his chair as they reached the table and smiled a little.

"I'm Nathan, and this is Cody. He's becoming a dolphin, I haven't the slightest idea what those crazy bast- er scientists, have done to me. How about you?"

Wow, he'd never self-censored before. He must just be feeling protective of the kid.


"Hi" he waved at her, mouth half-filled with food

Now that he could have a closer look at Kim, he found her really weirdly neat. The face really looked alien, with that crest and everything, but what really caught his attention was that webbed finger. Newt had developed webbing as well, but nothing like this


"That'll make two of us." She whispered back before they got to the table Cody was sitting, and she took a spot.

"Hey." She managed a smile, heaven knew only how. "Im glad to meet you both. My name is Kim." She paused for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to tell what the hell she was turning into or not. "As for what im turning into... Well... I don't think you guys are likely to believe it." She scratched her head with the long finger, which made an almost comical scene. "It's crazy."


Nathan let out a bitter little laugh. "Lady, I think after the last few weeks I can believe just about anything. " He chewed on a piece of bread and found it less stellar than the lettuce but edible none-the-less.

"So what it is you're becoming? I'm really curious now..."


"Aww come on, tell us. It can't be that bad"

Oh well. She warned them. Her right hand motionned to take the chopsticks, rolling them expertly across her fingers until they where in position.

"Pretodactyl." She announced, before eating one of the rolls of raw fish.


Nathan choked on his mouthful of mac and cheese and had to spit it out into a napkin. "A What!? You have got to be shittin me! How is that even possible?Haven't they been extinct for a couple million years or something? Oh Christ are we in Jurassic park or something?"

He couldn't really refute it, the headfin and the fingers were pretty much indicative of those nightmarish bird dinos.

He wrung his hands on the table. "Does that mean I might end up being some kind of Saladosaurus or something? Is that why I'm suddenly liking salad?!"


"Wow, cool!!!" now that he knew what she was, it's easy to tell she indeed was a pterodactyl. So much it seemed impossible not have noticed it before
Luckly for Cody he hadn't seem the 3rd Jurassic Park yet, or he could have a much different opinion (though unlikely)

"Maybe they did it like in the first movie, with the fossilized mosquitos. But I don't think there's a dinossaur called saladosaurus. Maybe a triceratops, they're vegetarian too" he chuckled


Kim couldn't help but feel a bit amused by Cody's reaction. Typical kid behavior. She wished she was still like that, some days...

"Well, I warned you, didn't I ?" she frowned a bit, visibely feeling a bit insulted. Being called a freak was one thing, but a liar ? Even if it wasn't outright, it was still how she took it. "As far as I know, im the only one. The bas- err, Moreau was way too damn excited about it to have dinosaurs growing like mushrooms on this stupid island." Another mouthful of sushi went in, visibely to keep her from rambeling on.


"Sorry...I didn't mean...I...Erm... I'm just not adjusting to this whole idea of being turned into something real well. How...how did you find out what you're becoming?" he asked in a more calm tone. HI picked up his cup of coffee and drank down a few more gulps, praying that he could just wake up and be back in New York with a bunch of drug lords chasing him. How ironic that he thought anything would be better than that reality.

"How long did it take before you began to change?" he asked morosely.


Cody watched as Kim manovered her chopsticks with interest. He had tried once, but failed miserably. And another thing that caught his eye was the sushi she was eating. He had seen a photo or two, but that was just about everything he knew of the raw fish and rice delicacy

But Nathan's question snaped him out of his gaze. He had been wondering about that too. And how much they changed at once and how fast
He ate another mouthful as he waited for the reply


The girl shook her head a bit. "Im not taking it all that well either. Sorry."

She placed her chopsticks beside the plate, before she answered the questions. "I called on the intercom to ask. It wasn't exactly pleasant however." She sighed. "I thought I could just talk to some staff or something, but I got stuck with the head honcho himself. It really sucked... If I didn't have a friend helping me I think ill'd have gone crazy. For how long... I don't know, it seems to vary. I came here in november, I changed for the first time in january, then I changed again about... one week ago ? I think. Anyway, I've seen people that came on here after me change faster than I did."


Nathan swallowed hard. "I've been here a month. I guess that means...it won't be long before I have some idea of what I'm becoming..." He absently sawed a piece of steak off with a knife and popped it into his mouth. His face went almost green, then white, as he spat the chunk of cow back onto his plate, making gagging sounds.

"What...the hell..." he spluttered. "I used to love steak. That made me want to puke..." he pushed his plate away, his appetite destroyed.


"How big are the changes? How do they happen?" he couldn't contain himself anymore. He was really curious to know

He looked at Nathan when he started coughing the steak out "Maybe you're turning vegetarian" he put another pieve of calamary into his mouth


Kim's first reaction was to hand Nathan a paper towel when he started coughing, just in case.

"It happen... I hated fish before I came here, now it's about all I can eat without wanting to puke. I find it usually has to do with the animal... possiblely vegetarian, as Cody says. And well..." She wasn't exactly sure what to say - the truth might frighten the boy, but lying wouldn't be any better. "Well, when I first changed, I didn't have any webbing at all, the fingers where long, but still well.... looked like fingers... Didn't have markings either. The fin was more like a bump. The changes..." She bit her lip. "...Just happen. They're triggered by more injections, I think, since I found an odd injection mark before my second change happened. If you're sleeping... well, I don't know about anyone else, but I get wierd nightmares before it happen. It always happened at night for me. It... hurts. Alot. My tail was what hurted the most."


Nathan accepted the paper towel and he wiped his mouth before swigging more coffee to clear the taste from it. "Pain doesn't scare me too much..." he gestured to the nose ring and his tattoos, "But I've a feeling I'm about to become an insomniac to beat in the face of whoever tries to jab me with a needle while I sleep." He scowled.

"Great, a vegetarian. And maybe this explains why I feel the need to be around people, I usually am not too sociable. And why women...er nevermind that part..." he glanced at Cody, reminding himself of the little one's presence.


Cody absorved all the information like a sponge. Amaya too had told him it hurted, but he seriously couldn't imagine anything worse than some of the pains he had had thanks to his MS (not directly but accidents it had provoked)

"Nightmares haren't real. Scary, but not real" this was a phrase his mother had taught him since he had one of those falling dreams that woke you suddenly

"But why is it so bad to be a vegetarian? It's not that bad"


Kim rose an eyebrow a bit at the man's cut-off sentence, but said nothing. Probably wasn't the straightest nail in the can, so to speak.

"That's right." She smilled a bit. The little boy was so brave... if she had come here at his age, she would probably have freaked out and cried for days on end.

...Not that she didn't do that *still*.

"I don't think he meant that being a vegetarian was bad. Like how eating fish isn't a bad thing." She shrugged. "The surprise, I believe."


Nathan looked at Kim as if to plead for help, before he gave Cody a weak smile. "Sorry bud, it's just that I really like meat. Steaks, burgers, ribs, all that stuff. I think I'd miss it if I couldn't eat it anymore." He wrinkled his nose, "and being as the seafood you guys are eating isn't making me feel too great either, I think the vegetarian bit might be right." He tossed his napkin over his plate, unable to even look at the steak.

"You'll get used to it. I had to quit lots of things I loved eating when I got the MS. Chocolate, icecream, juice, hotdogs,..."

But he looked at the seafood he was eating. Was he having diet changes too? He couldn't really tell since he always liked seafood


MS ? What was that... ? Kim didn't ask, however, as it didn't look like something the boy liked to talk about.

"Yeah... You kind of do get used to it. I had to start being careful about those things too, after they found my diabetes." She shrugged. "It sucks at first.... But you do get used to it."


"MS?" Nathan asked...not quite as observant of Cody's recalcitrance as Kim. "Multiple Sclerosis? Sorry to hear that kid. Do they think these changes here will stop that?" If Kim was diabetic and the kid had MS, maybe he was dying of cancer or something and no one told him. Great, now he was turning into a hypochondriac. What next?

"Yeah.... I hate it. But they said they were sure it would cure me"

He started fidgeting his food with the fork, memories of passed symptoms flooding his mind. None very happy


Kim still didn't have much of an idea what it was supposed to be, but visibely it wasn't pleasant at all.

She said nothing, not wanting to mention how she hadn't been cured... and how she thought she probably never would. Taking the chopsticks again, she took a small ball of sticky rice and brought it to her mouth without issue.


At the seeming despondence of the boy, Nathan found himself resting a reassuring hand on Cody's shoulder. "I've never been sick with something like that, kid, but life hasn't been all grand for me either, so if you need someone to talk to who knows about how bad things can suck, I'm in Duplex #50."

He turned his eyes to Kim and asked "Is that how they got you too? Saying they'd cure you? They sent me a free vacation offer. So they must be going through more routes than just medical ones."


"50? I'm in 51!" he couldn't believe they were neighbours and he never noticed it. Strangely this made him feel better

He looked at Kim to see what she would reply. So they weren't just treating people? Actually tricking them? It's was hard to believe


"Yeah." She shrugged. "But I've heard alot of things. Scolarships, some where offered jobs..."

After finishing her plate, she pushed it aside gentely. "I probably should get going... The ac's starting to make me sleepy a bit." She sighed. This was a bit more present than it used to be. "Im in duplex 22, if any of you need me." 50 ? 51 ? Damn... Was there really this much people stuck here allready.

"Ill see you guys around, allright ?" She smilled, putting away her tray then heading torward her duplex, probably for a nap.

Kim Nguyet


Kim Nguyet

PostPosted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 3:11 pm


Things had setteled into a routine. Wake up at noon, eat, leave to a sunny spot with one of her portable consoles, eat again, go in her duplex.

She hated it. The pterodactyl in her hated this. This whole avoidment of people. It felt separated from it's pack, Kim had come to realise after reading some more of those books.

Nathan's comments still weighted in her mind - he hadn't believed her. No one would believe her, believe something so crazy, right ? That thought wouldn't leave her mind, and for her, the best solution was to avoid the question alltogether.

And to avoid the question... she had to avoid others.

She was sitting on the ledge of her window, gentely rubbing the screens of her DS, her PSP and her laptop with a care she didn't really know she had. The simplest speck of dust was enough to drive her mad, lately. At least she slept, now. She had stopped with Frost's pills after her changes and noticing it didn't help the pain at all - the nightmares then went away.

Was all this not enough ? Why did they have to torment her MORE ? This was stupid as all hell.

She missed her mother, missed her friends, the boys she hung out with. And she missed Cass, Nita, Amaya... many other people stuck on this rock. Yet, she was too scared to go to them.

She hated this feeling.
PostPosted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 8:07 pm


Pyroth was actually learning to enjoy his current shape a bit more as the days went on, after a lot of thinking and sulking alone, he'd come to the conclusion that he'd just waste away if he kept moping around, stewing in his own angst. So he'd decided to embrace it with both arms..paws? As a result he was finding ways round things that had embarrassed him prior, his duplex was never locked and he took great delight in running the jungle, hunting whatever he could catch and generally getting used to this new skin and body.

Today however had brought him to the beach and the beach bar, it's stock of Jack Daniels a constant source of interest to him. He padded casually across the sand, over to the fridge where in an elaborate movement, he hauled it open and took a bottle with his teeth, carrying it over to the bar, hopping up to one of the stools, wobbling precariously then sitting down. Somehow he managed to get a grip on the lid with his teeth, holding it steady with his paws, getting access to the alcohol whose smell stung his nose.

He put it down and hopped down from the bar to go get himself an ice bucket to pour it into, rummaging around the back of the bar, content to deal with any problems he encountered as he did.


Kim had never actually drank anything in her life, to be truthful... but now seemed like a damn good time to start. Somewhat carefully. Since ending up passed out on the floor (for various reasons) wasn't exactly the plan of the evening.

The other reason for the pterodactyl girl's presence at the beach bar was more subtile, and rose from the reptile's instincts. And that reason was sociability - people hung out in bars, yes ? Both sides needed social interaction and needed it NOW.

The sound of someone rummaging behind the counter was the first thing that caught her attention, and she found herself peeking over, trying to keep the webbing out of the way. "Need any help here ?"

She hadn't quite spotted Pyroth yet.


Pyroth didn't immediately recognise the voice but spoke up "Yes actually, could you put that ice bucket up there onto the main bar if you'd be so kind?" he hopped up onto his hind legs, leaning on the counter with his paws to see who he was talking to, it took him some moments but his brain eventually turned up Kim on the list of islanders he could recall with that specific scent and appearance. He grinned, wagging his tail. "Oh and long time no see." he didn't comment on her progressed transformation, not wanting to turn the mood negative by doing so.

He dropped back down onto four legs and trotted busily around to the bar, hopping back up to sit on the stool in front of his Jack Daniels. "The things I have to end up doing just to get a drink. Bottles are totally useless." he smirked, shaking his head.


Likewise, Kim was pretty confused at first, both by the nagging feeling that she had met him before, and by how animalistic the man - well, the voice was male - and familiar, damn it ! - looked. Was it how far they all got ?

Ah, at least she wasn't completely braindead, and they had indeed met before. Deciding to likewise not comment (even if her raised eyebrow would probably have done so sightly), she leant over the counter to hook the bucket to one of the webbed fingers and bring it up. The fingers where much stronger than they used to be, and could be handy sometimes. Almost. Really.

"Yeah, it's been." She still didn't quite place him, but it had to be a long time ago if she couldn't. "And yeah, I bet..." She let the bucket slide on the counter than withdrew her finger from it. "It's feeling wierd to be there for some reason. I never drank any alchool before." She gave a small laugh. "A start for everything, uh ?"


Pyroth was impressed by how strong Kim's seemingly fragile fingers were as she picked up the bucket, they were unusual looking and he still wasn't sure what manner of creature would have digits like that, even the bats on the island didn't seem to have that kind of build in their hands.

Pyroth picked up the bottle in his teeth and emptied it carefully into the bucket in front of him, putting it back down on the counter when it was empty. He blinked in surprise at Kim. "Never drank alcohol before? Ah well you've been missing out on one of life's great escape route. Nothing makes a terrible day tolerable than a light mental haze, the kind only alcohol can give."

He swished his tail, ducking his head into the bucket to lap some of the whiskey, only a small amount, then sat back, licking his lips. It always tasted stronger these days, he had to be incredibly careful how much he drank in case he ended up as sick as he often did since hitting his full transformation. "Jack Daniels is the best alcohol though, granted though that if it's your first taste of alcohol you might want to start low-content rather than hard liquor." he waved a paw dismissively. "S'up to you though."

He tilted his head slightly "So how've you been? Don't think I've seen you since what, Colche's birthday?"


"I've never really had a need to before." She said, leaning on the counter as she watched Pyroth empty the bottle. In most people's vision, you have have had massive reasons, but it had never really came to her. "And I guess hanging with a bunch of geeks do that to you." She laughed, peering at the mix list. "Low stuff, you mean something like a Strawberry Daiquiri ?" Kim was more than visibely clueless.

After all, not meeting the floor was the goal. And she had to be careful with her diabetes and alchool. Well, that's what the doctors had said anyway. Not like it really mattered here.

"Yeah, it's been awhile." She shrugged, slowly starting to place him - however she still couldn't find a name. "I... could have been better, really, but eh. There's not much one can do against becoming a dinosaur."



"Yeah, I know how it is. I didn't touch the stuff till I was in my late twenties, up till then I just didn't see the point. S'been a while since then though and life tends to push you towards the easy ways out." And really, alcohol had been the least of what Pyroth had dabbled in, he found other things to keep him occupied through his late teens. He smirked "If they gave you no reason to drink then they were probably good for you, granted, based on what I know of geeks, they generally get hooked on other things."

He gestured over to the fridge again "Well there's always alcopops, fizzy rum and such, all pretty low alcohol, taste more like limeade or whatever than anything else."

He was about to ramble on a bit when he blinked "A dinosaur?! They can /do/ that?" Many of the other transformations he had seen had been, in his opinion, pointless, but the idea of a dinosaur being brought back, even in part, was pretty significant. He felt for Kim for having to be the guinea pig for something like that but was still pretty boggled by the idea.

He took another drink of the whiskey before letting out a derisive snort. "Figures, doesn't it. They can splice back the dinosaurs but they couldn't stop my serum from turning me into a ******** /dog/." He shook his head, looking interestedly at Kim again. "Still, that explains the fingers a bit. Flying dinosaur?"


"Ill give a try at one of those then." She glanced at the fridge as well, but did no movement torward it just yet. "And apparently they can." She muttered, sighing. "Pterodactyl. I even got a lecture on how it's a "flying reptile", not a "dinosaur". I swear the b*****d liked ******** with my head."

She finally got up and started shifting into the fridge, coming back with a bottle and taking her spot again. "You mean this was intentional ?" She frowned a bit, visibely a bit annoyed that they could do something like this itentionally. That was just... more shittier than anything else.




"That would be pretty nifty, being able to fly. Maybe then you'd be able to get off of this island, at least for a while. But yeah, I know next to nothing about dinosaurs but I'm pretty damn sure pterodactyl is one of them. Makes you wonder how they did it." Once again he reminded himself how lucky he was to still be a mammal, even if he was very awkward, reptiles got it rough in general he'd heard.

He eyed her changes as she went to the fridge, noting now the similarities to the images he'd seen of the creature in the past.

"Well they were meant to stop all of us at the point where we are still bipedal but have all the animal traits I think. Something must have been up with mine because I stopped being fully able to walk right at the fourth injection. Now it's four legs all the time. Should probably change my name from Pyroth to something like Rover or Fido now I'm stuck like this."


"I don't think I could fly off this place, anyway. They're not stupid enough to give people avian serums without a way to keep them here." She took a sip, then looked down at the bottle to memorize what it was. It did taste pretty good. "I have no idea and I have no intention to ring Moreau again to figure it out." She gave a small snort. "Made me look enough of an idiot the first time."

"That sucks, im sorry." But hey, she had a name now ! "And I say that if anyone get the smart idea of starting to call you that... They need to be beaned in the head hard by those methods of mass destruction right here." She wriggeled her two webbed fingers. "...That or a showel, whichever's more accessible." She said with a grin, hoping to lighten the mood.




Pyroth smirked "Yeah, they'd probably find a way to stop you leaving, not that it'd be easy to find land off of here anyway. It would suck if they stopped you from being able to fly altogether." he himself had found a new hobby in just running, running till his muscles got to tired to anymore. It was making his formerly emaciated looking frame fill out a bit more with muscle thanks to a proper diet. "And I hear you, any time I try and phone the labs I end up feeling like an idiot too. They talk to you like you are some idiot kid." And that stung his pride most, people a half his age talking to him like he was an idiot.

He was brightened by her suggestion though and laughed. "Those things could take an eye out or worse! Though admittedly a shovel has that...agricultural touch. Though seriously, take my word for it, if anyone calls me something stupid like that, I'll show them that this Fido bites."

He glanced out across the beach briefly. "Know what this island needs? More games. Stupid things like volleyball, things to keep us going, because I'm bored as hell and most traditional things elude me. I still owe someone a kareoke showdown too someday."


She decided to let the whole lab matter drop, to preserve the good mood, as she smilled. "That might be a good idea, actually." Kim pondered, rememering her recent round of basketball with Jamal. "We could all look like idiots and fall face first into the sand." She grinned, taking another sip at the bottle. "That karaoke showdown would be interesting, as long as it's not against me !" She let out another laugh.

"Trust me, anyone who had the misfortune of coming up against me in a kareoke in the past usually claims their ears were never the same. I'm apparently tone deaf, or at least my old buddy Khan used to say so anyway. We used to go round bars trying to see how quickly we'd get booted out. Problem was most people want an encore from a ruly crap singer." he smirked "And now with /this/ voice and the tendency to slip into that coyote-howl when I get too loud I think I'd break the machine." he laughed, taking another drink of his JD, noticing that it wasn't as strong as it had seemed the first time, a good sign he should slow down his consumption of it.

"But yeah, even if we all did fall over or mess up in silly ways, it'd still be fun. I'd have to repress the urge to run off with the ball though. Colche would beat everyone if it was a race probably. And if it was one of those dancing games like they have in the arcade..it would just be utter chaos."

He was suddenly struck by the absurdity that would be an islander game of twister.


"Oh, you mean Dance Dance Revolution don't you." Kim couldn't help a snort, almost spitting out her drink in the process. "There is a machine here actually, and I hit it on occasion. I left a few bumps on it. I've danced against someone before, I think her name was Bobby or something like that. She was pretty damn good at it too."

"As for karaoke, well, I sign like a teapot." She grinned. "And ill'd likely topple the machine over. But let me tell you one thing... I. own you all. at any game of capture the flag you can find." She winked as she took another sip. Thanksfully, the low alchool content wasn't hitting too hard.


He nodded "Yep, that sounds about right." he almost died at the mention of Bobby playing on it though, twitching an eyebrow. "Bobby?" It must have been a while ago, he supposed, as much as he cared for her, he doubted she'd be very nimble these days "I'd never have guessed." he said, still somewhat amused by it. "I'd probably be considered cheating if I played it now. Disqualified for excessive legs." he smirked.

Memories of Khan resurficed at mention of capture the flag. He'd been forcibly sat down and roped into playing whatever games Khan had decided that day, and had proven useless at all of them, except by some bizzare fluke and much to Khan's chagrin, Timesplitters.

"Oh I'm /terrible/ at that. The guy I used to live with was a pain and'd make me play all that sort of stuff, no idea why. Used to get pissy when I repeatedly beat him at one of his favourite games though, couldn't get his head round that it wasn't just.. what the hell did he call it?.... newbsluck or something."

He looked thoughtfully at the jungle "Now a /real/ game of capture the flag would be awesome."


"Oh, I wouldn't have either, but she definitively had played before, ill'd bet on it. And yeah, one leg on each arrow, you'lld be unbeatable."

She tossed a bang of long black hair back, and idely started twisting it around her fingers. "Ahhh, noob luck. The bane of gamers around the world, but it's what it takes to knock some sence in a few heads, sometimes." She shrugged. "Now, at a real capture the flag, I would suck. But ill'd definitively want you in my team." She grinned. A fast flag runner was always a good idea.

Kim Nguyet


Kim Nguyet

PostPosted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 3:15 pm


Kim simpely laid in her bed, sighing. Even on a tropical island, there where some temperature variations, and it did seem to her that it was getting at least a bit colder. Expecially at night.

She turned her glance to her night table, where there was a letter. She had found it pinned to her door a few days ago, but then had subbornly refused to read it the second she saw the Feral Labs logo. But as time passed by, she realised one important thing. She was simply acting like a dumb brat. Sighting to herself, she took the sheet of paper, used her long finger to spin it around, then took a glance at the writings, eventually raising an eyebrow.

Halloween... ? That meant that it was almost a year since...

...

No, it was no use to think about it. It would only make things worse, and it was the last thing she really needed. She had always loved halloween - not for the candy, but for the costumes - and it would just be bad to have something ruin it.

But, she would need a costume, of course. As always, Kim didn't want to go for the classic witch, fairy, black cat, or whatever. No, as always she wanted, no, NEEDED something original. Probably some kind of video game character. Preferabely one she had never done before, which counted out most of the obivious choices.

What to do...

Then, looking at the wierd finger-wing, she suddently had a flash. Of course. Of course !!! That would work nicely. Very nicely !

Spirits now lifted, the young woman basically dashed for the intercom. She would need a bongun outfit... and some foam. It would be easy at pie. The bongun costume might be a bit hard to find, but... hey. Secretly, it made the whole thing all more better. Oh, she would need makeup too. She probably wouldn't paint her whole face (her skin, she thought, would be wierd enough) but for the cheeks. Red makeup.
PostPosted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 3:52 pm


It had been awhile since Kim beat Bobby at DDR. While the woman accepted her defeat, she always wanted to have a 'rematch' in something not so..... exercise required.

So, that was why, later afternoon after a gorging dinner Bobby was walking among the duplexes, looking for the right one. Mostly, she depended on her sensitive nose. Surely a dinosaur would smell.... very different.

Canine... no.... feline... no.... bird.... no..... WHATTHEHECKWASTHAT!? Bobby paused and sniffed deeply, snorted like a pig with her deep breathes. The pig went up and knocked on the door. She peeked around, trying to see if she could see inside.

The woman wanted to know if it was Kim's.... the pig wanted to know what that smell was.

Bobby Reynolds


Kim Nguyet

PostPosted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 4:03 pm


Inside duplex 22, Kim was currently messing with her newly recieved halloween costume. It mostly fit... But of course, it needed a few... modifications. Expecially the sleeves.

As the asian knew only the very basics of sewing, this was proving to be an almost epic task, with random testings on a few shirts she could not wear anymore.

The first knock went unnoticed, but the second one caught her attention, as she perked. Uh ? Someone at the door ? Who could it have been ? Sure, she had given the number to a few, but only Cass had actually came in.

Hopefully, it wasn't some... unwelcomed company.

"Coming !" She let out, setting down the cloth and her supplies on the end of her bed, freeing her way to get up and go answer the door.
PostPosted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 4:21 pm


Bobby was starting to get impatient, but the voice inside said it was coming. Immediately, Bobby went to thinking... did she know that voice? Was it Kim? Did anything change? It had been awhile since she saw the young woman. Would she even fit through the doorframe?

The pig was just as impatient. What animal did that sound like? Was it moving fast or slow? Claws, talons... fins?

"Okay!" Bobby finally called out. It would probably have been more polite for her to do that first.... tell whoever was inside that she would wait.

Bobby Reynolds


Kim Nguyet

PostPosted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 4:49 pm


As Kim made her way to the door, there was a small, odd sound, much like a dog walking on a wodden floor. Shoes where... akward. So she usually didn't wear any, beside maybe sandals if it was raining.

She finally made her way and opened the door, after combing her hairs sightly with her finger, and barely kept in the sigh of relief. No one here to inject her or... other undesired things.

In fact... It took her a moment to get the name back, but she eventually did, and her face turned to a smile.

"Hey ! Bobby, wasn't it ?" She asked cheerfully. "Come on in !" She stepped sideways in order to let the pig woman enough space to do so.
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