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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 8:59 pm
"Now that is a welcome sight," Anjali remarked, glancing back in the direction of the Village. She supposed the chances of things changing by nightfall were remote, but at least they were on a tropical island - barring storms, the weather was pleasant enough. Camping on the beack wouldn't be too bad... for now, anyway.
"What brings you to the Island, Antony?" Anjali said, after a few minutes of picking the meat out of her own coconut half.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 9:09 pm
"And just think, no man had to help us," Antony mused happily, lips curling into a smile as she reached over to carefully take the coconut from Anjali.
She took a bite and chewed on it with a low groan. Food was so great right now, no matter how little it was, but her question made her frown, "I won a vacation. Some bloody vacation." Her voice was quite spiteful.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 9:21 pm
"Oh..." Anjali stared into the flames for a moment. "I'm, ah, sorry... I was brought here. Hired, actually, to be the groundskeeper and gardener... I guess I still am, technically. I'm still paid, though what that money is good for here I certainly don't know. But I didn't read it through all the way... they tricked me, and I tricked myself too." She shook her head. "Do you know what you're going to be...? If it helps, I'm supposedly turning into a, ah, plant."
She looked at the fire again. "They gave me the injection sometime while we were all out. So if I... act funny or... change... I don't know what'll happen, but... maybe you could watch out for me... or something..." The words were hesitant, even frightened.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 9:35 pm
"Not a clue, but not like I can do anything about it right?" Her fingers picked at the white meat of the coconut as she shrugged, giving her a somewhat forced smile. A smile which faded moments later as Anjali mentioned that she was given an injection during this whole ordeal.
Glancing down at the coconut in her lap, Antony blinked before nodding in agreement. Usually she didn't do things like this, but she could sense the fear in her tone. That and this girl had worked hard to set up this little 'campsite' by finding food, and Antony couldn't imagine how it must feel to know you're going to change and being helpless. "I promise..."
The tattooed woman brought her eyes even with Anjali's as she offered her hand as a way to seal the deal so to speak. "Does this mean you'll end up... What's the word? ...Sessile?" Gods, it had been so long since college biology.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 9:42 pm
Anjali reached out and took Antony's hand without hesitation, offering a grateful smile as she did so. "Thanks... and I really don't know," she added, with a frown. "I was going to become a proper, scientific botanist before I decided that test tubes and sterile labs wasn't how I wanted to approach my passion. It might not be as 'advanced', but I prefer gardening and traditional methods... anyway. I can't fathom how human cells and plant cells, which are so very different, can work together. Maybe... maybe they can't. Maybe it'll fail."
And maybe it will kill me, she left unsaid, though her hands did shake just a bit before she suppressed that reaction.
"If I do root, though, er... this is as nice a place as any. Though... if I need something like that, maybe you could, ah, put me in the earth on the jungle's edge," she said, awkwardly. What a ridiculous conversation.
The subject needed changing, Anjali decided abruptly, not wishing to dwell on it any further. "You mentioned explosions earlier. Did you see the source?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 9:56 pm
Antony hoped to whatever gods there were that she would not turn into a plant, for she knew that plants and animals were too different at a cellular level. Hopefully, it wouldn't kill Anjali.
"My father probably thinks I'm still on vacation, two weeks haven't passed yet..." Trailing off, she pursed her lips before sighing and fumbling for a smoke. Hopefully she didn't mind, and Antony surprisingly made a gesture as if asking permission. If this girl was going to change, she didn't really want her last however long as a human to be miserable.
This was indeed a weird conversation, "Um... I'll make sure to find a nice place, though... I'm not much of a gardener. I'm much better with machinery." And then she'll have a nice little 'chat' with Carrot Top. Paid or not, that would be beyond inhumane.
She shook her head, "Nope, I was asleep... But a girl named Awen said there had been one, and I saw the helicopter... And the two charred bodies inside." The woman looked as if she was going to be sick for a moment, remembering the smell vividly. It soon passed and she looked out towards the crashing waves.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 10:00 pm
"Oh, go ahead and smoke, you're downwind of me anyw-Helicopter?" Anjali looked up, frowning. "The helicopter... exploded? Crashed?" Her mind was racing. That was the only way off the island... and only official people used it.
"Do you... suppose perhaps Moreau was on it... and... the island shut itself down? No, that's crazy... somebody had to move all of us, and inject me..." She shook her head, but her eyes were narrowed in thought. "Maybe it was somebody trying to escape and we're being punished? Or... ahh, it's too much." She sighed and tilted her head back to look at the clouds. "Maybe it's a test, maybe it isn't. Perhaps if we find more people, we can get a consensus. If it IS a real emergency... we could escape. Go home." The thought sent a thrill through her, and then her heart sank. "But if it isn't, and we try... life could be even more unpleasant very, very easily indeed..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 10:09 pm
Antony liked this woman even more for not being uptight about her smoking, and with a grin, she reached out and lit the smoke in the fire lazily before brining it to her lips and taking a drawl. She made sure to blow the smoke away from Anjali as well since she was nice enough to let her smoke.
"Do not underestimate the lengths a sadist will go to get their kicks," she frowned, knowing all too well and having a few scars to prove it, "Believe me."
The idea of escape sounded too good to be true, and a sudden idea dawned on her, face falling, "What if the people in the helicopter... Tried to escape..." The possibility alone made Antony want to stay on this island. Dead she'd have no chance to go home, ever.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 10:18 pm
Anjali shook her head again. "I just don't know. I guess we'll have to find more people and ask them. Maybe tomorrow we can try and see if the lab is open... and if not, if we can get in somehow. There has to be a way... if we speak with the others... some are further along in their transformations. They have enhanced senses, among other things - things that make them, I think, more than human. Not less," she added, with a wry smile. "I always was an optimist."
The coconut meat no longer appealed to her, but she wrapped the remains up in the leaf anyway and set it aside. It wouldn't rot in one night. She felt tired, abruptly - night was beginning to fall and while she had slept quite a bit, apparently, it hadn't been her own choice. She'd had to struggle a lot today, in many ways.
"I may curl up and try to sleep," she said. "I don't think there are any dangerous animals on this island, at least we were never warned of them before and I never saw evidence of them. With the fire, we should be fine... would you like to alternate watches and feed the fire, or do you think we should just save the fire for while we're alert?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 10:22 pm
She simply nodded. Tomorrow they would see. "Try and sleep, my mind isn't tired enough to sleep yet." It was true, her mind was racing with thoughts of too many things at once. She'd never get to sleep until they were sorted, or unless she an Captain had a bit of a date.
Maybe later, she had made a promise after all.
There was too much to worry about on this island...
RP pause/end for now.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 10:26 pm
"I will. Thanks, Antony." She gave the other woman a grateful smile before shifting in the sand, wiggling to make a sort of 'nest' in the warm softness. The sand here was far softer than most, as was common in the Carribean, and really it wasn't too hard to get comfortable - even if the little grains were a bit annoying. Still, there were worse beds.
Soon, Anjali had drifted off to a somewhat fitful sleep, one hand moving to cover the injection mark. Would she still be the same way when she woke up?
Who knew.
Fortunately, sleep came quick enough that she didn't have to think about it for long.
END~
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 8:50 pm
--New RP--
Jamal finally broke through jungle, for hopefully the last time, and was pleased to see the white sand of the beach. Finally. He passed a quick look around and noticed the bonfire, but he didn't see anyone. Perfect.
He hobbled painfully towards it, slipping some as his crutch was not good for the slippery, easily moved sands because of the narrow end. He smelt the sweet scent of fruit as he went and his stomach rumbled painfully in demand for nourishment.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 9:11 pm
Antony was just a ways down the beach, gathering as much driftwood as she could to occupy herself. Her early morning shower/dip in the ocean had done her body good, despite the lack of protein.
Surprisingly, she didn't notice Jamal's arrival, or his condition upon arrival. Instead, the tattooed woman was focusing on not dropping any of what she was carrying.
When she got back to the fire, Antony dumped the collected driftwood in the growing pile of firewood. Reaching up to wipe sweat off of her brow, she blinked in surprise when she saw Jamal, but her eyes soon narrowed.
Lying son of a b***h.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 9:20 pm
Jamal hadn't quite reached the fire when Antony came into view and he stopped immediately. God DAMN it. Could he just -please- find somewhere that didn't involve people he was upset with?
Instead of offering her -any- sort of greeting, he turned and started to stagger away, heading for the beach bar. No smile, no nod, not even middle finger. Sadly his progress was even more limited, being that he was hurt and he was frustrated, so he couldn't get away from her as fast as he'd have liked.
He was hungry and tired, but not enough to deal with her if that was how he was going to be treated before he even said a word.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 9:36 pm
Her anger lifted when she saw him hobbling, but then resurged the moment he blew her off. He must have run into Awen. Then why was he mad at her?
Whatever, Antony knew where Jamal was heading, and she had a smidge of heart for the injured black man. Sighing and cursing to herself, she turned to face him, "There's no more alcohol in the Beach bar. Just thought I'd save you a trip."
Her voice was curt, sharper than any she had ever used with him. She was obviously still miffed about being lied to and having to hurt the poor self-esteem lacking girl.
Sprawling onto the sand next to the fire, Antony opened the orange juice and took a swig from the bottle. Hey, no one else had wanted any earlier.
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