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Awen blinked up at the big man. Wow he was taller than Jamal and...well big-er. She wasn't thinking that rudely at all, she was just the small frame type, by nature not really by too much choice. But it's not like the guy looked bad or anything. Actually at first glance, especially with the way he seemed so shy Awen pegged him as the teddy bear type.

Smiling slightly she shook her head. "I haven't seen anything like that here, sorry. Maybe if you call Doctor Moreau he'd order some for you?" As much as she hated the Doctor he did provide a lot of things and was quite helpful.

She leaned forward away from Jamal a moment and held out her hand. "I'm Awen Zyn by the way."

Ah the introductory phase, it was hard to get through, like a barrier. Chubbs thought though that the people on this island were pretty cool though, maybe he'd stop being so shy. He walked inside and put the bag up against the wall and made his way over shly to the pair. With a grip of the offered hand by Awen, he shook it lightly and then offered his own to Jamal. He introduced himself with his own australian flavoured voice.

" Ah, G'day, .. I'm Chubbs.. and um.. glad to meet ya. Oh and.. um thanks any way"

Jamal shook the offered hand, now that it was free, and was briefly amazed at the man's sheer size. He looked to be just a bit taller than Jamal...certainly wider and more massive all around. It gave the black man some pause, realizing his "big man" on the island title was pretty much gone. Oh well. "Chubbs," he said, trying the strange name out on his tongue before nodding in agreement to Awen's offer of a chair and her question about the necessity of tools.

"Saw ya carryin' something," he said in a non-accusatory manner, also curious.

Chubbs looked down at the chair, damn, it wasn't often people wanted him to sit with the, he was almost speachles. He sat down quietly, praying and hoping the damn thing wouldn't break.

" Oh .. umm.. brought me a bag to train on.. but um... feel bit stupid now... but hey.. it's an okay way to like.. get ya frustrations out on"

He smiled sadly, trying his best to keep up good spirits

" I need to hang it up,.. um somewhere... need a hook and a drill"

He twiddled his thumbs nervously, looking between them both.

" I can always use it for a scratching post if I'm a cat huh?"

Chubbs blinked and then went red.

" Oh s**t!"

Then he slapped a hand over his mouth. It hadn't occured to him that they might not have known. Oh he was in deep crap. Then he heard a familiar voice and turned to see Joliette. He almsot saw her as a guardian angel rescuing him from the grave he was digging himself. He waved to he and hoped the attention would fall on her.

"..Don't worry none, Chubbs. We both knowin' what's gonna happen," he said with a slightly dejected sigh. "At least, the changin' part. I ain't got no idea what ********' animal they turnin' me into." And jesus christ, ANYTHING but a cat. He loathed the fuzzy bastards...too small to be any good and too needy. But anyway...the punching bag. "s**t, I bet that thing come in handy later..."

As Joliette was introduced, he grimaced. "Oh...yeah...yous came into the cafeteria that day, didn't ya? I know I seen ya before."

Jamal passed Awen a suspicious look. "Oh, and I be imfamous now? This be news ta me."

Chubbs took a massive sigh of relief hearing that he didn't let the cat out of the bag so to speak. He nodded to Joliette, answering her question, then hearing Awen he went completely red. He never took compliments well and he lowered his face to hide it under his black cap.

" Awww.."

When she gigled he couldn't help but smile, he loved to hear giggles, just always made him smile. Probably why he used alot of humour. He heard Jamal speak and he thought about how today was the day he was going to talk to someone.

" Umm.. Anj... oh... Angie? i think?.. um she said if ya ah, talk to .. like .. the guys on the .. intercom.. you can find out like what you are. I'm gonna talk to one of em... um hopefully... I need a few things.. couple answers... I'f ya'd like rather.. find out from me.. I.. er I can ask.. what's in you?"

Chubbs peered up a bit, enough to see their faces under his brim.

With a flurry of movement Ambrose realized that he had made up his mind. He felt the distinct need to be around people. ANyone.... except Angelina or Emelyn. He needed company and support. And food, his stomach prodded. Comfort food if nothing else.

The cafeteria seemed the most logical solution. HE hoped to find Amaya... maybe even Greer or the Dude... but as he jogged into the large room, he stopped still. He was faced with, unlikely enough, a large group of people - none of which had begun to change. Jamal included - who the last time he had seen him he had succeeded in making him feel worse. The blue-haired girl.... he couldn't remember her name. And Joliette... who at least - last he had seen - knew and was dealing with it... and just his luck - someone he didn't know at ALL. A tower of a man with thick red sideburns.

"Ohboy..." Ambrose murmured, starting to regret his decision on the cafeteria.

Hesitating, shifting from foot to foot indecisively, he finally sucked in his pride - knowing that at LEAST three out of the four people at least KNEW, and got a tray, loaded it up with steak.... and chocolate cake.... and then took a breath before heading over to the group.

"H....hi there.." His tail gave a half-hearted wag. His cheeks were wet, and his eyes were bloodshot, if anyone was paying attention to anything other than his other, more notable, appearance.

Joliette pulled up a chair after grabbing some salad, she saw Ambrose come in as well "Hello Ambrose" she greeted. she smiled and looked back to Jamal "When reality hits it hits hard, don't worry, it can happen to any one of us. And I'd love help movin hte boxspring out of there, especially after the top matress landed on awen" she looked a lil sheepish saying that Hearing Chubbs words "I don't think I have the bravery to call up there and ask that..."