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 Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 11:59 am
It felt good to talk about something else. She loved hearing Colche talk, it made her feel like she really was making a difference. "She said that, did she?" She grinned, wondering how much that was true.
The sceintist in her mind immediately went to whether or not that would be possible or what the offsping would look like..
She shook her head and focused back on Colche.
"I'll...do my best to find you a good prince, baby." She decided to refrain from suggesting that just because a man didn't like staff didn't make them 'bad.'
She watched her mess with her hair. "You going to braid my hair, Colche?"
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 12:06 pm
"Uh huh, Angelina said, she wwants one and Ambrose gots all bash..ful" she grins, she had learned that word from snow white, it meant shy, but it made her giggle, she liked to use a new word and in the correct context too. "Prince and Mommy have baby?" she tilted ehr head "when not sick?" she grins, it was a perfectly innocent question, she had wanted to ask it earlier after all but Aubrey seemed much more awake now, she must be feeling much better. She was thinking maybe she had majik healing powers like int he movies when lucy used ehr magic bottle or aslan breathed on stones and they was real!
She giggles softly, perhaps she even blushed under all that tawny fur, she at least looked shy her furry ears flickering. "I like prince on white horsey" she grins broadly. She really did have an amazing imagination.
"Braid?" was that what it was called? She grins and nods wriggling further up the be and waiting for Aubrey to turn her head. Where had she learned this? She couldn't remember but she knew how to do it.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 12:14 pm
"Ambrose and Angelina will be good parents one day," she said with a smile.
Aubrey's smile faded and hand went to her lap where she could feel the bandages underneith. "Yeah, I want to have a baby with Prince one day. Maybe not right away, but some day." She looked back to Colche. "That would mean one day you might have a brother or a sister."
The idea suddenly crossed her mind to turn the next young, sweet man that came to the island into a white horse.
Appauled, but mildy amused, she turned her attention back to Colche. "Braid my hair? Making it pretty?"
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 12:19 pm
Colche smiled "gots a big brother" she was of course referring to mbrose but if Aubrey had a baby would that make her a big sister? Looking thoughtful she nodded "Okay" someday could be tomorrow as far as she was concerned.
Colche nodded gently taking all of ubreys hair in her furry hands ever so carefuly, her tongus stixcking out to the left as she concentrated on braiding all of Aubreys hair in to one thick plat. It didn't take long but she had to hold the end, she knew if she let it go it would all unravvle. "Humm" she frowns, she needed something to hold it with.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 2:58 pm
Aubrey was looking around for a rubber band or something when Markerson stepped up and cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Lockheart, but its time."
Aubrey frowned at the guard but nodded. "I'm sorry, Colche. But Prince thinks it time for me to get more rest. I'm so boring when I'm sick, huh?"
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 3:05 pm
Colche pouted, she didn't want to go so soon! her ears flattened and she gave a little nod huging her mother tightly "Ask prince, me come back soon please" she whispers kitty kissing aubrey on the cheek, she reluctantly lets go of the brown haired woman with a sad smile. "Come back when sun shiney" she smiles, she meant tomorrow, but sun shiney sounded so much nicer. Padding over tot he big scary guard man again she pulls a tongue "Look after mommy" she states glancing back once more, ehr baby blue eyes saddened that she had to leave already, but she didn't want to upset aubreys prince, if she did he might not let her come back. She needed Aubrey.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 6:55 pm
Aubrey sat up in bed, pouring over her files. She had been able to stay away for longer of periods of time now, and in a few days she might even be able to leave the room with the aide of a wheelchair. She hated the fact that Zach got off with little more than a slap on the wrist - she almost died, and by his hand..a.nd a part of her hated him for. So help her if she couldn't have children anymore....
She took a breath and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. BUt Sabin was right - it was just as much her fault it happened as his. Unlike Jamal, Aubrey agreed with Sabin that Zach's mental instabilities were the complete fault of the experimental serums.
But something else was eating at her. The inital communications reports. It was clear to her that the spikey-haired girl who reported her injury was Ms. White. That was... very fortunate for her. What if it had been Jamal that found her? Or god knows how manny other islanders that would have just left her there to die?
Ms. White needed to be let known that was she did was right. From a position of power - and on a personal level.
Aubrey reached for her uplink that Moreau set up for her. "Markerson, fetch me Ms. Emelyn White. Set up your Jeep uplink to my room when you have her. Be nice. She most likely won't be in her duplex."
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:05 pm
There were few things that didn't unsettle the on-edge hedgehog girl these days. ...And being approached by a guard- was certainly not a resident upon that short list.
She'd been sitting on the beach when she heard him coming- finishing that net that she'd left fallow after her brush-in with Chubbs and Emerwyn. It had taken all morning to convince herself that she should sit out in the open, and not hide herself away in the dark- but now, seeing the familiar guard burst through the woodland path with his jeep, she froze, and wished very much that she'd been... a little more lax on making up her mind that morning. She dropped the net. It would lay fallow once more, and stood to receive what she believed was 'her turn'. The culprit must not have been turned in- and here was another of Moreau's minions- out to punish the next one down on the list.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:14 pm
The guard led Em to a Jeep and asked her to sit down. He pulled the radio uplink and dialed a number on the pad, then, probably to her surprise, handed Emelyn the mouthpeice.
"Ms. White?" came a soft voice over a the speaker. "This is Dr. Lockheart."
The guard stepped away for privacey, but stayed close to the vehicle.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:20 pm
Emelyn was shocked at the care that was taken- that she was led to the jeep, not forced- and asked to sit, rather than thrown in the back with threats abounding. She was even more put back when she was handed the radio mouthpiece, and a familiar, if somewhat weak voice came over the speaker.
"Dr. Lockheart? ...Oh." Her breath escaped her, forming itself into the short word. "I'm glad that you're... feeling better." She had almost said 'alive'.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:24 pm
"Thank you. If better is how you can call it. But to be honest, I'm happy to be feeling anything at all."
There was a moment of silence as Aubrey wished she could look at te girl. "Look, I just wanted to express to you... I mean... I know you could have easily just left me there to die, Ms. White. You could have walked away and no one would have ever known..."
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:30 pm
"No," Emelyn said, softly, hoping that her voice would still come through the speaker. She adjusted it in her hand, and spied the guard out of her peripheral vision as she spoke. "I really couldn't have. It's just... not in my nature." And it wasn't. No matter what associations Aubrey had with this island, or her relationship with Moreau- Emelyn truly believed that the woman was trying to do some good here. Her flaws lay in her faulted morals- not in her ability to be a good person. When the foundation is cracked- nothing that is built atop it can be sublime, no matter how high the quality of materials used. But none of that... would Emelyn ever dare to speak aloud.
"Besides... there's nothing you could have done to warrant such an attack. The least I could do was try to get you help." It was the only way Emelyn knew how to express it.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:40 pm
Aubrey took a breath and leaned back on her bed. "Well, I can't deny how lucky I am that you found me... instead of.. certain other people."
She paused for a moment, wondering why she was feeling so emotional. "I hope no one gives you trouble for that. You know, Jamal or someone. I just... I needed to say thank you. Is there.. anything I could do? Seriously - anything in my possible power I could do?"
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:45 pm
Emelyn ran her other hand through the mass of quills that collected above her forehead, wondering how to respond- and then drew her hand back quickly, remembering that she couldn't do that any longer.
"Well... I've not run into Jamal since... the incident," Emelyn said, using the euphemism for her own run-in with the tiger-man, "but I'm not very concerned as to how they'll respond. Everyone who knows me would be surprised if I did leave you out to... die." There was no euphemism for that.
"But as for doing anything beyond the thank you... it's so sweet of you to offer. But... I don't think I could accept anything from the labs in good conscience. Not after the reason I moved out here in the first place. The thank you is really enough."
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:54 pm
Aubrey was quiet for several moments. "If you insist. It just feels so.. empty. Emelyn, if you had any idea how scared -" she suddenly cut off, realizing she probably shouldn't be speaking of such things.
"Anything I could do... on your behalf for someone else, perhaps. I just... I need to do something."
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