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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 2:33 pm
Meeting in the Jungle!
Victor Meets Ian
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 4:25 pm
Beach Bar Shenanigans
Victor runs into Tommy and a couple new folks at the Bar
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 9:31 am
Attack on the BeachVictor gets to meet Amaya and her dog DonnerAmaya Vaughan It had seemed like only a few days ago Alec had proposed they live together and things seemed to be looking up... and then there was the blackout. Everything was different, months has supposedly passed, and yet... everything was the same.
Even though she had been shocked at first, it didn't take Amaya long to simply push it to the back of her mind. So what if time had passed? Did it really matter when time itself seemed to stand still? Once the initial shock had passed, the girl did as she always did and went about her day-to-day life. She'd have to make sure to catch up with Alec though.
Amaya walked to the beach with Donner running about around her, a tennis ball tossed in front of the iguana as she walked. Once they reached the beach she sat down and tossed the ball into the water. Donner barked and ran head-first into the waves, swimming to fetch it before bringing it back and repeating the process. Victor Zimmerman Victor huffed as he pushed his way though the underbrush of the jungle, He had tried taking what looked like a short cut off of a gamepath to the beach but it just ended up leading down to nothing, the path ahead vanished and was overgrown, reclaimed by the jungle. Instead of just turning around and heading back to the main path, he stubbornly pushed ahead forward. It had to come out someplace right? they were on an island so he wasn't concerned about getting lost and the threat of Jamal or Annie running loose didn't seem quite real enough to stay out of the jungle all together so onward he went, eventually breaking free of the jungle and made it to the edge of the beach, but not without getting a few scratches from branches and shrubs. Despite that, Victor was glad he was able to get free of that tangled jungle mess, and surveyed the beach around him. Was there anyone else there.... To his surprise there was someone, a very green someone, who was still a ways away, apparently playing fetch with a dog that reminded Victor of Gaius' dog Vixen. The lizardman scuttled himself closer, pushing himself over the sand so he could meet this new person Her back was turned to him at the moment, but he hoped she would notice hi soon so it didn't seem like he was sneaking up on her. Once he was confident that was in hearing range of the green scaled lady, he stopped and waved at her with a clawed foreleg. "Hey there!" Amaya Vaughan Shuffle shuffle shuffle...
Amaya's hearing was far from the best, so she was mostly unaware of Victor until he spoke up. Yellow eyes blinked and she turned her head to see who had called out to her. What she saw was far from what was expected. She was the first to finish her transformation, one of the longest people stranded on this hell of an island... but she had never seen anything like this.
It was too faint for most, but she let out a tiny and crackled scream before scrambling back and standing up, nearly tripping over her own tail and catching her claws on her yellow dress. The fact it still looked... somewhat human or had spoke was long forgotten in her moment of panic.
Donner's hearing however was superb. They perked and all at once the tennis ball was forgotten as his head snapped around and stared at the... THING approaching his master. He barked in warning twice before running between them to separate it from his caregiver.
He snapped at the air in front of Victor, warning him to back off. Victor Zimmerman ... s**t. Victor thought to himself, another bad run in, he started forward, shuffling his way though the sand to try and get closer to the Iguana Lady, wanting to stop her, keep her from running away so he ould t least try and explain things. "Hey Wait a moment! I didn't mean to.." Victor was cut short by Donner, who had run up from the water's edge, barking and snapping at him. "Call off your dog!" Victor shouted at Amaya, scuttling down the beach, back towards the jungle, maybe he could cut up and around, get close enough to talk to her without provoking the barking dog Amaya Vaughan Unfortunately for Victor, Amaya was too shocked to call her dog off. Her large hands went up and grabbed at her muzzle, head cocked slightly to the side and eyes wide open to stare at the scene in front of her. The poor, deformed man's yelling went on deaf ears and Donner's barking seemed like a distant echo.
The dog was having none of this slow-creatures babble. It was here to hurt his master. Well, he'd stop everything and scare it off before THAT could happen. As Victor began to make his retreat, Donner lunged forward and gave one of the lizard man's tiny front appendages a good n** to show he wasn't joking around. Victor Zimmerman "********!" Victor shouted as the dog lunged at him and BIT him! The goddamn Dog Bit him! Donner grabbed him on one of his lower chest arms, and it certainly didn't feel like a n**, the dog's teeth scratching the scaleless flesh, drawing three red lines that immedately started to bleed. Nothing serious, enough to make a mess but not anything a few bandades couldn't fix. But it did hurt, and would leave a bruise later. Victor used his larger, stronger foreleg to push the dog back, shoving Donner in the chest. "Call your Damn Dog off and get it away from me!" Amaya Vaughan Donner's action was the thing that snapped Amaya from her shock. "Donner! Stop now!" She reached forward and grabbed his collar, wrenching him back. The dog continued to bark and try to worm out of her grasp.
"I-... I'm sorry I-..." The girl fumbled, unable to piece together words or to tear her eyes away from the monstrosity in front of her. Island of Moreau Donner was a thing possessed, barking and snappin and not seeming to listen to any consolation that Amaya was trying to use to either calm him down or pull him off of Alec. He had threatened his female, and that was unforgivable. So as the strong Donner wrenched from her grasp and went again for Victor, the... strangest thing happened. As Donner's jaws were just wrapping around Victor's scaly flesh, the dog went rigid... and then limp. His body collapsed onto the ground, motionless except for a steady intake and exhale of breath. And so he would remain until Victor was no longer in the viscinity. Victor Zimmerman Victor didn't hear Amaya or her attempt to apologize for the incident, he was too busy focusing on the barking, jaw snapping angry Donner. He needed to get away, back to the village clinic to get something for the bite. Holding his injured arm with a couple of his other ones, he glared at Amaya, he didn't care that she looked like an Iguana-lizard thing, her dog Attacked him, and it was just as well Amaya had done the deed herself. "You keep the hell away from me!" Victor shouted and had started to scuttle away when Donner finally broke free of Amaya's grasp, and came at him again. The lizardman froze, his expression quickly turning to a mask of fear as he pushed himself back, falling into the sand as he raised his scaled foreleg up to protect his face and throat. But just as the attacking dog's jaws started to close on his limb, Donner's body suddenly became still, going limp and collapsing to the warm beachsand. Victor quickly pushed the unconscious Donner away from himself with a leg, struggling as he got himself turned about and back on his feet, breathing hard for a minute, feeling his heart racing in his chest, looking at the fallen dog. was it dead? no, it was asleep, like the labs had buzzed it, just like they had done to the islanders before. The lizardman took the opportunity to get himself away from the dog, shooting another angery glare at Amaya as he started to head towards the jungle again, hoping to see a path nearby, but keeping an eye on Amaya and Donner. "your dog..it jussst attacked me twicsse! you let it bite me" Amaya Vaughan Amaya let out another scream as Donner wrenched from her grasp and went after the poor disfigured man again. "DON-" But her protest was cut short as her pet went limp and then fell to the ground. Her hands went over her muzzle. They must have had chips in their necks too...
Then her attention was brought back to Victor. "I didn't mean to! You scared me! I- I-..." She fumbled for words to use, but couldn't find anything comforting. Victor Zimmerman "I ssscared you? Thatsss why I tried getting your attention before getting any clossser! Ssso you wouldn't freak out but you ssstill did" Victor ignored the fact that he had come up on her where she couldn't see him. But they were past that now, his arm was still bleeding, if only enough to make a mess, but the bitten area was already starting to visibly bruise on the scaleless flesh. He looked at the dog laying in the sand, making sure it was still asleep, the labs must have buzzed it or something. "I gotta get to the clinic..get thisss taken care of.." Victor said as he moved up the beach more, then stopped. Which way was the path to get back? The lizardman thumped his tail against the sand in annoyance, doubling back and moving past Amaya again, glancing at her, and the dog, worried it might wake back up. Amaya Vaughan Amaya flicked her tongue as she watched Victor shuffle back and forth to make his way to the clinic. She nibbled on her bottom lip, watching him and unable to think of anything to say for a few moments. "I know but I-... my hearing isn't that good anymore... and... I..." She paused, hesitating on what she wanted to say. Her yellow eyes stayed on his body as much as his eyes stayed on Donner.
"I've never seen..." She trailed off, sure her message about his freakish apperance would get across. "I'm sorry. I am." The iguana said sincerly... and she was sorry, because even though every time she looked at him shivers went up her spine, she knew it wasn't his fault and the labs did this to him. On the inside he was still a person.
It was just so hard to keep thinking that. He looked so... horrible. Like the failed experiments her and Greer had found during the lockout. "I've never seen Donner attack someone before. He's just normally growls. I... you shocked me. I was too scared to grab him." She admitted. Victor Zimmerman " I get that alot nowadaysss, not many people have ssseen many like me, but if the labsss keep up with it, you might have to sssee more" Victor stopped where he was and sat still for a moment, slowly looking over the jungle edge so he could find the path back to the village. "Nexst time, get a ssstrong leasssh for the Dog." He said flatly as he finally looked like the path and started towards it. Yes! there was the path, the one he would have come out on if he didn't take that short cut. Victor scuttled his way towards it, then stopped to look over his shoulder at the iguana lady. "Whats your name anyway?" Amaya Vaughan The teenager nodded sadly. "I've seen some of their failed experiments before..." She remembered watching Greer put the tiny, deformed mouse out of it's misery and how she had cried for it and cursed the labs for hurting all of them. Victor was the same, but instead of being put out of his misery he would be forced to live on in a deformed body... at least until he died or decided to take his own life.
"Amaya." She said, watching as he left. "What's yours?" Amaya left out her last name, wanting to forget it herself... it tied her to things she wanted to forget. To a life she wanted to forget. Remembering being human was too painful. Victor Zimmerman "Really? I get to sssee one every day when I look in the mirror, thanksss for reminding me" Victor said, unimpressed and not caring Amaya had seen 'failed' experiments before. The lizardman hissed just under his breath, taking one more look at the Iguana. "Victor, now have a good day" He pushed himself over the sand and to the junglepath, not bothering to turn around and look back, he had to get to the clinic, and was worried what jungle predators might do if they could smell his blood. [End RP]
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 9:43 am
Lunch with Mercedes
Victor has the misfortune of meeting one of the newest and unchanged islanders
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 6:47 pm
Alone
For once Victor was actually glad of the struggle he had to deal with having to get the door of his duplex open. After everything with getting attacked by Amaya's dog, and then the incident in the caferteria with the unchanged Spanish woman....Victor just wanted to rest, more than anything he wanted to rest, and not have to confront the negative emotions that were bubbling up in him. He had kept his fear and anger bottled up, trying to drown it out in alcohol, and fix mortar to what he believed his strong emotional wall between himself and the outside forces that were set upon him and it was no longer working.
He had been attacked, twice in the same day, for exactly the same reason, his appearance, his inhuman body. Or at least what used to be his body. It was difficult to face the fact it was his. Victor had silently struggled to disassociate himself from the reptilian monster that he now resembled, but these resent attacks and encounters..... he couldn't seperate himself mentally from his body.
With his human mind intact, he could hardly deny what he was, a freak among freaks, and the future wasn't looking any brighter. He was going to change two more times, so he was told, and he believed it.
And it made him afraid.
How much more could his body manage? how much more could he take mentally? that Dr.Lockheart had said they were working on improving mental stability, but even with that, how much could he tolerate and endure? Victor didn't know, and that was maybe the worst part of it all.
Victor crawled onto his bed, laying his head down on the pillow, for the first time noticing Tommy had moved out and back to his own duplex.
The lizardman silently wished that Tommy or someone else was there, someone he could talk to. Victor lay awake most of the night, staring at the wall in the darkness of the room.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 5:53 pm
Writing LettersAfter refinding Cody's gift, Victor writes a letter to Cody,
thanking him for his gift, and leaves it stuck to his duplex door
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 6:21 pm
It's never a good sign when you wake up in the labs. You are achy all over, but your head feels swimmy, as if you feel halfway detached from your body. You can feel the ache, but it's almost like it's on the back fo your mind. Two injection marks marr your left original arm. This time.... for better or worse... it's hardly any time at all before the scales start to march up your arms, over your body, and even closing in on your face like an invading army across a clear plain. Your muscles writhe and your bones crawl as your existing additional limbs grow longer, thicker, corded... and your whole body twists and deforms even more ... as even more protrusions grow from almost any available space on your torso.... arms? Legs? Reptilian monstrosities regardless of their identification continue to grow. While whatever else they injected you with keeps the agonizing pain at the back of your swimming mind, you can almost feel the presence of another watching behind that mirrored glass... It does not happen fast, though time is such a distant concept for you at the moment.... and eventually... blackness. For only the staff knows how long you are absent from the land of wakefulness. But eventually... you wake again. Though not in the labs but back in your own duplex, in your own bed. As if it were all a dream. But that is not the case. You lie there, even more twisted than you were before, and you see a few additional spots on your arm where it looks like a needle pierced your flesh - to draw blood? To give another injection? Morphine? No answers. Just a more hideous face in the mirror.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 11:50 am
Alterations Made
Victor changes to 75% and not for the better
It was the dull throbbing in Victor’s mind that slowly brought him to consciousness, but when he woke up, he wasn’t in his duplex. The walls and everything were blindingly white, except for the long section of mirrored glass, where was he? The labs? Where-ever he was, it wasn’t good, and he didn’t see or notice the duel injection marks on what used to be his left original arm. He almost felt like he had a hangover, or was waking up from anesthesia but this was different, it was a feeling of detachment, numbness, like at the dentist, when they pump your mouth full of Novocain, you can’t feel anything, and can bite your tongue, but you know its still there.Almost immediately, the changes began, no warning, no preparation, but it was difficult to comprehend what was happening, the drugs coursing though his veins bent his mind, making time seem irrelevant, and separating the pain away, adding to the surreal nature of what was taking place. Victor’s skin became dry, cracked and split as scales broke out from his body, progressing further over his body, leaving very little untouched as the changes started to consume what little humanity Victor had left.
The bones of Victor’s face was pushed dramatically out by the invisible forces acting on his body, moving further and further ahead. the plates of his skull grinding as Victor’s head expanded forming into a even more reptilian snout, his eyes getting moved to the sides of his head, his senses and drugged mind becoming disorientated as his field of vision was altered significantly, creating a massive blindspot by what used to be his nose, now not much more than a massive reptilian snout. The changing man was completely unaware that his eyes were changing as well, becoming completely slitted like a reptile’s, the white Sclera changing to a deep dark blue. Thick, clear ropes of saliva drooled out of Victor’s top mouth as the sharp triangular teeth pushed further from the gums, and like a massive worm crawling out of the ground, pink flesh budded and grew, squirming about as it slid out of the lizardman’s mouth, It was a new reptile tongue, and even in his drugged, mentally detached state, Victor could taste new scents with it. His upper mouth opened and closed as Victor tried to speak, but everything was numb to him, he could shout and make disgruntled noises, but he didn’t have the presence of mind to form the words he wanted to say. All that pain that he should be feeling, buried deep in the back of his mind, Victor could feel it, like a Ship’s anchor, blissfully far from his body, dragging on the sea-bottom of his consciousness, but it was still there.
The base of Victor’s tail completely enveloping his rear as it became a full continuation of his body, growing remarkably longer, as long as his entire body, the huge length covered in protective scales. The new muscles and nerves triggered and jerked while the rest of Victor’s body writhed and shuddered as the changes progressed, the tail lashing about behind him, but hit nothing, and even if it did, Victor couldn’t feel it.
The small pair of small, almost shameful legs hanging from Victor’s sides swelled, growing longer as another pair forced their way out beside them, flesh filling and being shaped into fully developed lizard legs, all with formidable talons and claws. The lower pair of chest arms that he almost never used, expanded, taking up even more room on his overcrowded torso, pushing out as they reform into a pair of legs, distending down to rest against the cold tile of the floor. For now, Victor is spared having to deal with a lack of hands, the upper pair of chest-arms grow, each with only four fingers, but developing longer wicked claws, twisted, cumbersome hands, but still useful, if there was one thing Victor could be thankful for, it was that simple thing, that he still had hands, and that meant he still had some resemblance of independence.
Victor’s back twisted, the muscles deforming and reshaping as three pair of small protrusions emerged from above his shoulders, two of those becoming short mockeries of arms, even with small claws from the tips. But the changes were hardly over, the third pair of growths swelling, becoming larger and bulky as new bones generated and set into place, muscles and new flesh stretching and growing over the developing limb, which twisted back, farther and farther, the bulbous end finally splitting apart as long talons erupted from the end, the large useless limbs like a leg that got twisted around the wrong way, with almost the appearance of a pair of pseudo-wings.
The changing man continued to writhe and flail on the floor even after the changes stopped, needing and wanting to express his anger, to ask them why. He could almost feel or sense someone behind that one-way mirror and wanted to scream at them…but he wasn’t able to, his mind was simply overtaken by darkness.
Darkness.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:48 am
The Thing in the Mirror
Victor wakes up in his duplex after his change
After a unknown amount of time, the veil of darkness lifted but the nightmare didn’t end. For Victor it would never end, whatever dim hope he had that things might get better, or at least….not get any worse. After his change three months ago, Victor couldn’t imagine how it could get any worse, and Dr.Lockheart…she said they were doing what they can about the complications, but that hardly seemed the case. Victor didn’t have to go and look in the mirror to know things had gone horribly wrong. His head felt huge, and his field of vision was disorientatingly altered, he felt like he had little control over his upper mouth and tongue, opening and closing, the long lizard tongue lolling out into the air and drooling, the thick saliva dripping off of the ‘chin’ of the reptilian snout. The limbs on his back twitching and shifting, the clawed legs gripping the bed beneath him, his tail was shaking, he clenched his hands, pressing the claws painfully into his palms. He could see the numerous injection marks on he flesh of his forearm. Why would they need to inject him so many times? And with what? It didn’t make sense and made Victor afraid and angry, did he almost die? They drug him more? Did they inject more serum into him to see just how far they could push the physical limits of his body? Questions rolled in the lizardman’s mind, but there were no answers.
. He was beyond just the freak reflected in the mirror, he was truly a monster, beyond anyone or anything else on the island. The only thing separating him from the others, was that he survived, the other experiments that suffered complications, they were dead, he wasn’t. that was the only thing that made him special, the only thing that made his life worthy of being kept alive, he was strong and healthy enough to survive the worse experimental serum they could pump into his veins. And the Labs made him a monster in the process. A ******** monster, just like that Spanish woman had screamed and shouted at him.
"Monster! Monster! Get back!" the woman’s words echoed in s mind, so did the crackled scream the iguana woman, Amaya had let loose just before her dog attacked him. Even to another reptilian islander, his appearance was so warped and repulsive, she let her dog attack him. Her dog.
Victor pulled himself off the bed and slumped to the floor, his limbs getting tangled and confused as he moved, actively forcing them to move anyway. Crawling toward the door. He needed to get out, get out and away. To where, he didn’t know yet, but he had to get out of his duplex.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 7:35 pm
Wake Up Number Seventy-FiveAfter his latest transformation, Victor runs into Tommy
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 5:12 pm
Gangsters and TreadmillsVictor meets Nicky while on the treadmillVictor Zimmerman The next day after his run in with Tommy, Victor crawled his way to the workout room, tripping and falling down because of the many limbs he now had to keep track of. Plus not being able to see what was directly in front of you. Victor had to get used to moving his head side to side to keep from tripping over rocks and things that might be in the way. But eventually Victor got himself into the workout room, and crawled his way over to one of the treadmill machines, which was close to the back and behind many of the other machines, it was wide and long, just right for his reptilian body, and worked simply enough, it only would work if he was walking and would stop if he fell or stopped. Victor felt that if he was going to learn how to walk and deal with all these extra legs....he felt this was the best way to go about it, and not have ot worry about falling into the dirt every time. The lizardman stepped up onto the treadmill, and started to walk, only going a short ways before tripping and falling down again with a grunt, but got back up and started again. Nicky-Bartels Nicky had been left in his duplex earlier that day, and, to his surprise, had found his clothing already hung up nice and neat. It took him a moment to completely reorganize, but once he had finished this small chore, he felt compelled to be up and about. He never did like just sitting around. With meticulous care, he slowly changed out of his tailored suit and into some clothing that was cheaper than his dress shoes. It was a white t-shirt that he had kept from his high school days: Jesuit of New Orleans was printed across the front in navy blue. Some gym shorts and running-shoes later, and Nicky was ready to hit the gym. He put on some headphones and an mp3player, but kept the volume very low. Hearing what other people said when they thought you couldn't hear them was always interesting. Finally, after some light stretching, he ran on down to the gym. At first, he just glanced inside...he only heard one other machine running, but it was behind some of the other equipment so he couldn't see whoever was on it. With a small sigh, he made his way toward the bench-press. Victor Zimmerman Victor had been making some progress, it did help marginally that all the extra legs he has were nearly the same. But he still tripped and fell several times, laying still to rest a moment, then started again, even with the splint and the painkillers he had taken that morning, the broken limb on his back still hurt and throbbed. Thats when Victor noticed Nicky walk in. He couldn't see the guy very well from in back of so much more equipment, but it seemed to him that this person might be unchanged, and that worried Victor as he watched the other man move over to the benchpress. After the last meeting with Mercedes, victor was not anxious to have a repeat of that with an unchanged islander, but how was he going to get past him to get back outside without being seen? The lizardman poked his head out from behind some equiptment, to try and get a better look at the guy, hoping he hadn't been spotted yet Nicky-Bartels Nicky went about placing 205 lbs (one 45 and one 35 on each side of the barbell), a deceptively heavy weight for one so thin, onto the bar before laying down and began counting out his reps. He did a total of ten before reracking the bar and sitting up with a groan. "Goddamn..." he muttered more to himself than anyone else as he rubbed his arms. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement...low to the ground...strange looking. Nicky stood up quickly, calculating eyes searching the area as he slowly walked around the equipment toward where he saw the thing. Victor Zimmerman Victor groaned to himself as he saw Nicky start to head towards him, he backed up, trying to get back around to the other side of the machines, wanting nothing more than to be gone, not have to deal with this now as he tried to keep on the other side of the workout machines, keep somewhat out of sight, hoping he'd be able to get to the door Nicky-Bartels Nicky suddenly wished he had his bat with him. He hated not having some sort of means to protect himself...and although he considered himself to be in great shape, going against some type of animal with his bare hands did not seem like a fun time to him. Frowning, he nervously ran a hand over his hair, straightening it after his bout with the bench. Unlucky for both of them, Nicky can move a lot faster than Victor could ever move...and add that to the fact that the gym was relatively small...it wasn't long before Nicky stepped into sight of Victor. He blinked once...twice...thrice...as his mind tried to wrap around just what he was looking at. His eyes went wide. "Holy damnit Christmas!" He yelled out in surprise, backing away slowly. Victor Zimmerman Christ, this was just what he hoped to avoid, but it had to happen, the guy had to know what was in the room with him. Victor didn't need this today, his upper mouth opened and his tongue flopped out before he pulled it back into his mouth as he focused one eye on Nicky, before trying to move to the side to try and get by Nicky and go out. "You ggoingg to kkeep sstarringg and yellingg likke that?" Nicky-Bartels Nicky kept on backing up and away from Victor though, his expression going from shock, the fear...and then to an intense disgust. At first he wasn't quite sure who was talking until his brain finally smacked him upside the perverbial head and what was really happening dawned on him. Did that thing just speak to me? Human language...English...not meant to come out of a freak like that's mouth. Christ, what was it!? Those teeth meant business...but...Whatthehellwasit!? Granted he was caught off guard by his visual and auditory inputs...but for once he forgave himself. He didn't know what to say. As he kept on slowly backing up, his hand rested lightly on a small twenty pound barbell. His fingers instantly curled around the handle, trying to decide whether or not to chuck it at the freak of nature in front of him. Victor Zimmerman Victor stopped as he saw Nicky's hand on the Barbell, his eyes going wide. Getting hit with a dinner plate, attacked by a dog and breaking a leg on his back from falling over, and that was bad enough. Victor didn't want to know or imagine what a twenty pound metal barbell could do to him. "You kkeep thhat away frrom me, Jusssst lemme gget out and I'll leave you alone, and you ccan believe anythhingg you want" Victor was afraid Nicky would try and hit him with the heavy object, and hoped he'd at least get a chance to escape Nicky-Bartels Nicky's pulse was racing. For once he had no idea what to do. Not a goddamn clue. This thing was talking to him. It was scared, that was obvious enough. It just wanted to leave...but...even though all of these facts pummeled at his mind, one part of him knew that such a thing couldn't...shouldn't exist and had to be destroyed...It had to. Slowly, he lifted the barbell, giving Victor a warning glare that if it doesn't get out and get out soon, it will come flying for the lizard-man. "Get...the ********..." he muttered out softly, eyes still staring at Victor. Victor Zimmerman "Thhatsss Whhat I want to do!" Victor hissed as he tried to work around the other way around the machines to the door but he didn't want to turn his back on this other man, with a potentially deadly weapon. He could only back up slowly, trying to get away like the guy warned. He was both angry and afraid of what might happen. "I ssshhouldn't hhave to leave! I wasss in hhere firrsssst! and thhey'rre ggoingg to do thhe sssame thhingg to you!" Nicky-Bartels He inwardly winced at that comment. Ever since the gears of his mind had finally started to turn again after crunching through the shock induced rust, he had been contemplating just such a thing. The shot was the help him survive on the island...as what...? As one of these things? No...that couldn't have been human...could it? Besides the lisp it kind of sounded like one...it was...ashamed...a human trait. He shuddered visibly and lifted the weight further. He didn't respond other than that...he didn't want to leave until this thing was out of sight. Victor Zimmerman Victor hissed, shuffling himself around while keeping an eye on Nicky, tripping and falling down once, cursing under his breath as he got himself back up, glaring at Nicky, finding a empty water bottle and picking it up, not much of anything to defend himself with, but at least it was something. "Thhey'rre doingg thhissss to everryone, you'll ssssee...thhey ggive you thhe sssshhot? itssss too late forr you poorr bassstarrd" Victor coughed as he staggered towards the door Nicky-Bartels Nicky's eyes narrowed at Victor, wanting mightily to throw the barbell at him...but the machines were now in the way and he couldn't get a good shot. He suddenly wished there was more than one door to this place. He had to get back to his duplex...he had to ring Sabin...this...this had to be a mistake. They couldn't have done this...not to him. Get control of yourself, Nicky...stop speculating. Once this os over...calmly walk to your duplex...ring up Dr. Duvert and find out just what the ******** is going on here."Last warning, sideshow. I dunno what the ******** you are, but if you're not out that door in five seconds I will cave your skull in." Victor Zimmerman "Fucckk You! I wasss human!" Victor shouted at Nicky, hissing loudly before tossing the empty water bottle at the tough talking man, moving as quick as he could for the door, glancing back at Nicky for a second "You'll be parrt of the ssssidesssshhow sssoon enougghh" Victor said before vanishing out the door and heading away, only vaguely aware of the tears that leaked from his eyes. He used to be human, yes, but that seemed so long ago. Nicky-Bartels Nicky just stood there, stone still, waiting for himself to calm down. Because, despite his calm exterior, it was all he could do to not freak the ******** out and run screaming out of the gym. He tried not to remember what Victor said...but his mind wouldn't allow it. It just kept playing it back, over and over. He'll be part of the sideshow soon enough...oh God...what the ******** was going on. He waited until Victor was out of sight to quickly make his way back to his duplex.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 4:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 4:11 pm
On top of Duplex 54Victor meets the new Tommy
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 6:47 pm
Run in at the Caferteria
Victor bumps into Alec and Marshall
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 6:26 pm
Jordan and MeVictor gets a call from an injured Jordan
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