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Her order had come in and the staff had done beautifully. With every color permanent marker at her disposal, the squirrel woman spent the rest of the day preparing the lot of them.

By nightfall, Antony had finished prepping each and every object individually, and even she thought her artistic talent had really really shown through. It was time to get down to business.

With her tails tied in a 'pony tail' of sort, she dressed in all black after stuffing all her supplies in a backpack. Stepping out of her duplex, she took note of the wind direction and then climbed on top of her duplex, where there wasn't as much light, with little difficulty.

As much as she hated to admit it, her additional animal characteristics aided her in staying concealed and quiet while moving from roof top to roof top. Once on top of Duplex 78, she settled down and waited for it to get late. This way, the kid would be asleep for certain, and the squirrel woman would have free reign to get artistic...

By the time first light hit Miller's duplex, the albino rodent was long gone, but the evidence of her previous presence could not be denied.

A note was stuck to the door addressed to Miller with a heart next to his name.



Unfortunately, that was the only normal thing that remained on the door. The entire surface had been scrubbed clean, and then covered in exactly ninety-nine hand painted, giant dildos and one tiny one in the center of the masses. Each had its own face and expression.

There were happy dildos, depressed dildos, crying dildos, angry dildos, excited dildos, eccentric dildos, cheeky dildos, sleepy dildos, and many more. The small one looked terribly confused too.

In fact, it looked like a Mini-Miller... Literally.

Standing out like an eighteen year old boy's boner, said d***o had weak facial hair, floppy brown hair (which was probably stolen from a Barbie doll and glued on), hazel eyes, and a dopey little grin. It even had a little plastic lacrosse stick glued to it. It was Miller alright, down to a T.

Should Miller try and pull any of them off, he'd noticed that they were super glued to his door, and they weren't going anywhere no matter how hard he yanked and tugged. Also, glue had been injected into the key hole on the door knob until it was completely full, but that was hidden by the note.

Miller had yet to figure out a way to open his door, or gather a new one. The last 4 of his nights had been spent either sleeping in the entertainment room or out near the beach bar when no one was around it. He switched the two often trying to make sure Antony never caught up with him.

After the 5th day of being well, homeless Miller decided to try his luck at Kikue's. Beaten and rather worn looking he sulked towards the girls duplex with hopes she wouldn't be cross with him for breaking any of her china during his transformation. Slowly he tapped on the door, "Ki-kuze? Youz homez?" He frowned when there was no answear, Kikue rarely was ever out... but something wasn't right. Slowly and carefully he reached down turnning the door knob and realizeing at once the opened door was not right.

And seeing inside was no better, her Duplex was the exact same mess of a state he had left it in, and as Kikue had left it not long before his own departure. Quickly he stepped back shutting the door. If Kikue had never came back, then were was she? And what would he do? With Kikue gone it was like the only person he felt he could rely on had abandoned him. Sure there was Lauren and Nita, but did they even trust him enough to let him in to their duplex?

He shuffled away now rubbing his forehead trying to figure out, were could Kikue have gone? Did the labs take her? What was he going to do now? No Kikue, no real good good friends, no place to stay then that he could actually feel somewhat safe in. He gave a growl of frustration shaking his head and ruffling his feathers all along his back. "Damnz itz... damnz itz allz! Izt badz enoughz diz iz happeninz and nowz Ki-kuz gonez too!" He let out another growl and continued on his way.

Snakes On A Tree
Miller learns the hard way that getting back what you believe to be your's doesn't always end well...

Miller shuffled along the jungle grounds making his way once more to his tree, he'd spent a lot of time there lately hoping Emerwyn would once again happen by for another talk, he found her words one of the few things that could cheer him up lately. Finally arriving to his tree he started to reach up for the first branch hardly aware of anything around him.

The tree was his now. The matter was not up for debate. Thom had found the tree earlier the previous evening, and had been pleased enough with it that he'd curled up and gone to sleep then and there. The tree was in easy reach of the river, and the branches formed enough of a bed that he wouldn't go toppling out onto the ground. Admittedly, there was the somewhat irritating stench of birds and humans lingering in the area, but that would wash out with the next rainstorm. He could cope in the meantime.

The cobra had looped around thrice to stabilize himself on the thick perch, and was dozing, eyes wide open, with his arms beneath him and chin propped on his tail. He had commandeered the tree, and Miller was mad if he thought he would get it back without a fight.

It wasn't till Miller reached to his perch grabbing on to the middle of Thom's tail did he realize that he was in trouble, he was already half way in to climbing in to the perch he had made out when he fully became aware of Thom curled up in it. Why was he here? There were plenty of tree's why this one? He froze on the spot pondering if he should tell the man to leave his tree or simply climb back down. "First meh duplexz nowz me ownz damn tree..."

The pressure on his tail woke Thom instantly, though, aside from a slight twitch, he gave no sign that he was awake. There didn't seem to be an immediate threat, and this something might just prove to be his next meal. His tongue flickered out, and again the irritating smells of bird and human attacked his senses. Neither of which seemed particularly appetizing, and now the something was speaking... That was the last thing he wanted to hear. Without lifting his head, the cobra hissed a warning, hood flaring as he shot a glare in Miller's general direction. "Bugger off."

Miller scowled and shook his head in defiance, the last thing he should have done. "Bugger offz? I've been cominz too this treez for almost a monthz I ain't leavinz at all." He shifted so he was sitting on a smaller branch, it still held the boy but it just wasn't the same as his normal spot which Thom had seemed to believe was his own.

Frowning, he lifted his head just enough to peek Miller's way, fangs bared as he repeated the warning hiss. "If I have t' move an inch further, you will regret it." He was quite comfortable, and if he had to move, he was going to make Miller pay severely for said movement.

Miller glared back at Thom frowning, why was it that things never worked out for him? Why did it seem every other person he met on this god forsaken island was on less then friendly terms with him? "Youz just taking mah treez? Whatz next then? Gona bust openz mah duplex andz take thatz over for yer zelf too?" He shifted in his branch, if Thom moved he could jump down easily, but then again, the man was half snake or rather very snake, could Miller even hope to move enough to get away from that?

He could have said something in reply, he could have kept his word and just attacked Miller. But he was still rather tired, and the perch was surprisingly comfortable, and as long as he could avoid moving, he would. He was quite positive Miller wouldn't have the nerve to try and move him, and if the chatter didn't stop, which is probably would if he didn't reply, Thom would just startle him into falling out of the tree. For the time, he simply ignored the budgy, though his hood remained flared as his head fell back to his 'pillow'.

Miller scowled at Thom as he continued to rest in his tree, no not his it was Miller's tree, not Thom's. He tilted to the side again scowling. "Youz even listeningz to me any more?" He shifted leaning closer trying to judge if the snake man had litterly just fallen asleep. "Come on I justz wantz my tree back iz that so hardz? It'z all I gotz right now."

Nope, he wasn't even listening. Well, maybe slightly, but mostly to be sure Miller wasn't going to attempt to take back the perch. He was half tempted to start humming to prove his point, but decided feigning sleep was the better option for the time. Maybe if the bird thing shut up, Thom really would fall asleep again.

Miller frowned, he wouldn't give this up, never. It was the only way he could hope to find Emerwyn unless he happened to wander in on what ever place she called home. It was his home right now and he would not give this up as well. He made his way down the tree stalking in to the woods again, when he returned he wielded a decent sized branch almost as long as his arm and a bit thicker towards one end.

He slipped it up between two branches right near the perch the one being the same that Miller had been sitting on. Moments latter he joined it aiming the branch were Thom was most centered on the perch and edged it closer before poking, he took a chance and pushed trying to fit it under Thom before pushing his weight down on the branch trying to shove him out.

Thom allowed himself a smirk when he realized Miller had abandoned the tree, shifting to make himself a bit more comfortable and settling back down for his nap. He was almost asleep when the unmistakable sounds of someone approaching reaching him. The poke from the stick that followed only provoked a low hiss, but Thom grit his teeth and let it be.

And then, as the branch was shoved beneath him, it registered that Miller was trying to wedge him off, and Thom's patience snapped. Propelled by the motion of the branch, the cobra rose up, fixing on Miller's position in a split second and striking towards the budgy. He realized there was a very real threat that he could send both falling from the tree, and looped to tail around a branch to prevent such from falling, both arms making a grab for Miller as he struck.

Miller's eyes went wide as Thom lurched up and aimed towards him, he looked a lot bigger now that he wasn't curled up any more. And this was about the only realization Miller could get through his mind as Thom snapped forward, he pulled an arm up to try and bat Thom away only to find his arm and shoulder burst with pain as Thom struck out at him. Those teeth sure as hell as small as the labs needles and the shock of it all stunned the poor boy as he started to slip backwards from his branch. His mouth forming a little o as he gave a cry of pain and confusion when the world started to tilt backwards. But it wasn't over that easy as Thom still managed to grab hold of him, was he just catching him so that they both wouldn't be sent falling from the strike?

Now that he'd struck, the cobra wasn't about to let go. Thom was hungry, and he had given Miller plenty of warning. If the budgy was too stupid to listen, then Darwin said he deserved to be a meal. Instinct told the cobra to react quickly if it wanted to keep such large prey, and the moment Thom's arms encircled the budgy, he wrenched him back towards the perch, sinuous black coils looping about Miller the moment he drew near. There was no venom to speak of, unfortunately (or fortunately, for Miller), but the cobra kept his fangs well embedded into the budgy's shoulder, attempting to keep him still in any way possible while the coils went to work suffocating his prey.

The world stopped, at least it did for a moment, and suddenly he was moving up again back towards the tree and realized Thom was reeling him in like a fish. Adrenaline poured through his blood dampening enough of the shock for Miller to move his good arm trying to struggle out of Thom's grasp and make a pathetic grab at his face hoping to try and push him off. All the while blood ran along his arm. He continued to groan and moan and gave another cry as the coils of Thom's body started to wrap around him he started to thrash about now, desperately so, the only thing keeping the shocked boy conscious was the adrenaline and the instinct that told him to get away and quickly.

Keeping a hold of something as large as Miller was really a good deal easier than Thom had expected it to be. Oh, it was proving somewhat difficult, certainly, what with all the squirming and writhing and whining and so on, but once he had a good grip on Miller's arms and coiled about his legs, the budgy didn't have much chance of escape. Still, suffocation was a difficult process for a cobra that was half relying on venom that wouldn't come. With each breath Miller released, the coils tightened, holding him firmly in place and preventing him from drawing a fresh breath.

However, as with his botched attempt at strangling Zach, almost immediately after Miller's vitals dropped beneath a safe level, a shock ran down Thom's neck and spine, knocking him out cold. Surprisingly, neither would fall; Thom was still partially coiled around a branch from before, and Miller was stuck in the now-limp coils.

Each passing second things became worse for Miller, he could feel pressure building around him and each whine and moan let out a bit more air that he could no longer get back. He could feel the coils pressing in hard against his ribs and a new pain joined that of his arm as one of his ribs cracked ever so slightly in Thom's ever growing grip.

The pressure died quickly though, as did most of his other problems when Thom suddenly went limp from the buzzing, slowly Miller slipped down a bit getting tangled in the coil that was now just barely holding him up.

Slowly and carefully, Miller took Thom by the mouth and lifted him slowly and painfully up so that the fangs would finally be out of him, the process of course was less then pleasant. He started to shift to get out when suddenly a sharp yet shorter buzz brought him down to rest as if in a nest among Thom's deadly coils.

Neither of the two would hear the jeeps pull up along the river bed, or the guards commenting about the whole thing. As quickly as the whole event took place the guards had it cleaned up.

In one jeep lay a stunned Thom, the guards made well to keep an eye on him incase he wake up again ready at any minute to buzz him again. He would be dumped at his duplex locked inside for a few hours as a brief scolding for the attack till the labs decided what should be done.

Miller mean while was taken directly to the labs, a quick job of wrapping the wound was done to keep the blood from flowing to easily on the way, but just to be safe the labs had called him in for a closer examination.

entertainment room.