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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:10 pm
Here we go again.
"Can you at least take comfort that someone here is willing to listen? That someone believes you?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:32 pm
He crawled backwards away from her through the water to the rocks where his things were tucked, reaching behind into the crevaces for his cigarettes and matches, tentacles trembling as he made to light one, "I'm a lier, I admit," He murmured in a gruff voice, "Bu' I aint lyin' 'bou' this, love."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:37 pm
Emerwyn leaned forward, if not to be closer to Billy, then to make her words more poignant. "I do believe you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:40 pm
Billy sniffed again, his nostril and muscle under his eye twitching as he rubbed his cheak with a limb, taking a long pull from his cigarette. He nodded, rocking ever so slightly, "Well... well goo' then. Goo'. Aye."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:51 pm
Emerwyn couldn't stop the little smile from creeping into the corners of her mouth. The man was not used to receiving good will from anyone; that much was apparant. "Yes. It is good. And I'm glad you understand that." She started to get up slowly, sensing that it was about time to go.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:54 pm
"Where're y'goin'?" He frowned as she rose, grip on his smoke tightening as he shifted. He had just poured his heart out to this woman and all she could say to him was "I believe you"? The octopusish skin of his face and shoulders had started to shifted in color, from a greyish blue to a deep, enraged red. "Tha' it huh? Yer done wit' me now, tha' it?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:58 pm
This was hopeless. Completely hopeless. Somehow, the thought made Emerwyn want to laugh. "Not done, Billy. Not nearly. We'll see each other again. Always know that you can talk to me... and you can trust me."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:04 pm
"I jes' sang me LIFE at ye' an' tha's all y'go' t'say? Tha's all y'bloody go' fer me? God damn bloody feckin' furry woman, I hope y'ge' feckin' EATEN by tha' bloody BEAR man!" He snapped, a slurr to his voice even in his anger undoubtably from his recently popped pills. He threw the cigarette down into the water, twisting to crawl towards the end of his rock, ever cursing and grumbling under his breath befor he spat inkily at her and dove in. As clumsy and useless his limbs had become on land, he seemed to slip away through the clear water with enough ease, his webbed tentacles far happier to be swimming away. Moreau had been right on that point at least.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:13 pm
Emerwyn watched him disappear, after remaining completely unphased by Billy's outburst. He was so defensive. But, Emerwyn was convinced that Billy had appreciated what she'd done, and simply would not admit that. He needed to maintain his facade. With another small bout of abrupt coughs, she walked away, to seek another meal before retiring.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:00 am
((new rp))
The last two weeks for Pyroth had been traumatic to say the least. His moods were more unpredictable than anything else and it always seemed just when he thought he was getting better, he'd veer off and abandon normality in favour of letting the coyote do as it liked. He'd been living in the jungle near-feral, eating what he could catch rather than interacting with people and as such had gotten more rangy and thin than when he'd left. His fur was stained in places with dried blood and mud. It was this combined with his tremendous thirst that had drove him out of the jungle and back towards the lake where the water flowed clean and fresh to the ocean.
The trouses he'd been wearing when he headed out were now tattered memories below the knee and he bore several deep cuts and scratches received at the angry tusks and hooves of wild boars. He'd barely spoken in days.
Stepping out of the undergrowth, or rather loping/hobbling somewhere between bipedal and all fours he looked around, ears perked for any sounds he headed down to the water's edge. Once there, he waded out to about waist deep in the shallows and proceeded to scrub his paws of their accumulated grime, his back to the shore.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:09 am
Kikue had resorted to staying in her duplex instead of venturing back outside after her meeting with Billy. She'd eaten most of the food she had stashed in the fridge, although her sleeping hadn't improved at all. If anything it was getting worse. She continually woke up around dawn and dusk after sleeping through the afternoon. No matter what she did, she couldn't shake it.
She often felt restless after staying in the duplex for extended periods of time, like now, and it was during those moments that she felt she had to do something. She only had no idea what.
It was that same time again, very early still, where the sun's light was pale in the sky. The air was cool and misty. Kikue was awake, and she headed out her duplex door without a second thought, walking quickly into the jungle with no idea where she was going.
The close trees and vegetation of the jungle made her uncomfortable. After walking for some time, relief spread through her as she hit a clearing. Reflected in the still water of a lake was the remaining jungle. A lake. It was large and looked like it might be deep. Water wasn't Kikue's element, but she approached it slowly, breathing in deeply the open air. This felt good.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:18 am
Pyroth was greatly enjoying his dip in the cool waters, not only because it would mean the whiter parts of his fur would actually /be/ that colour but because he'd now be cooled off for a lot of the day as he dried. Taking off his feather headband, he tossed it onto the shore before diving completely under the water once. It was while he was under that he missed Kikue's arrival at the banks. The coyote wouldn't step out of his depths in the water though, and even just a few seconds of that chilly silence under the surface made his heart race, he couldn't swim when he came to the island and though he could to a degree now, there was no way he'd just go for a lap round the lake, old fears died hard.
Taking a deep breath of air as he surfaced, he shook his fur like a wet dog, making quiet a bit of a racket as he did so. However, it was when he was getting his wet bangs out of his face that he finally spotted a splash of colour nearby.
He swung round to face Kikue, supressing the instinctual urge to bare hs fangs in surprise. He raised a brow, sure he had never seen her before.
"Uh...hello." he stated, his voice like a growl until he coughed and returned it to normal. "Didn't see you there."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:28 am
Kikue was surprised herself, catching herself from taking a quick step back to see what had just popped out of the water. What was even more shocking was...his voice. For this must be an Islander, because they were talking to her. That information had trouble registering when she saw how completely canine this man was.
Unlike Ambrose, he didn't look like he actually walked on two feet -- paws. Kikue would have sworn this hadn't been a person at all, for how much he looked like an animal. The canine head and muzzle, the legs and paws; he almost looked like he walked on all-fours. His wet fur clung to him like a wolf or dog's might.
The breath was caught in her throat. "H-Hello," she got out, wanting to kick herself for losing her composure. She should have known that someone would be out here. "I didn't mean to startle you," she added auickly, catching the distinct growl in his voice for the moment that it was there. "...I'm Kikue."
She paused again, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Her human body had yet to change; it probably went without saying that she was new here. She hardly knew what to say beyond that.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:40 am
Pyroth caught the usual surprise and pause for thought in Kikue's expression as she spotted him. He was getting better at reading body language and subtle facial hints nowadays than he'd ever been as a human. He had been avoiding people for weeks, it was just his luck he'd meet someone as he came back for a short while. Ah well, he wasn't too bothered really.
He couldn't help the grin and chuckle that escaped him as she spoke, doubled over with a sudden bout of laughter. He shook his head and waved away her apologies with a paw before composing himself but still keeping his grin.
"You? Startle /me/?" he raised a brow jokingly "I doubt it. It's me who should be apologising to you for rising up out of the depths like an ocean wolfman." he shrugged his shoulders "I'm Pyroth. Coyote." he felt like adding what he was turning into as an afterthought in case it wasn't obvious at first glance.
Shaking his head again to get some water out of his ears he added in a somewhat more morose manner. "New I see. Don't worry, I doubt you'll end up looking as bad off as me, from what I hear I'm one of the only islanders who has gone....this far over to the other side."
He gave her another nod and a smirk "Been traumatised yet? Besides me I mean. The island is good at that."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:49 am
Kikue broke into a smile. Just like with Ambrose, she'd forgotten that Islanders who were already changed had probably seen her coming from a mile away. In this case, she had thought she'd surprised him...a little at least.
Pyroth...so this is who Ambrose meant. I probably should have guessed. He's much different looking than even Ambrose... And a coyote, not a wolf...
Kikue straightened up a bit, still smiling. "Actually, now that you mention it...I ran into an octopus yesterday. I think he threw up ink all over the floor at me. And Avery," she added, remembering that Billy seemed to have been aiming for Avery at the moment. I mustn't have gotten enough sleep to be talking about this so casually. "This is my first time back out of my duplex," Kikue said, meaning it. She took in a breath of the cool outside air and sighed.
Pausing, she decided to mention Ambrose. "Ambrose mentioned your name to me when I met him..." Stopping there, she let the thought hang. She couldn't think of what else to say now that she had started to say it.
Pulling on her yukata fabric, she sat down carefully on the shore of the lake. She might as well sit down for this, in case Billy was somehow in the lake somewhere...
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