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 Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:47 pm
"Yeah! The party was alot of fun, met up with alot of people I haven't seen in a while and we played I Never." He remembered accidently revealing that Antony had been pregnant before. His stomache sunk and he slouched his shoulders a bit. "Alot of interestin' stuff happened." He forced a laugh as though some funny secrets came out, but really not a whole lot happened. Rex was still kicking himself for revealing his real first name, it should just be something he could be proud of, but he hated the connotation, no matter how Christian he actually was. "So neither of yeh went, huh?" One of the most exciting things to happen since his arrival at the island and these other two were locked up in their duplexes or something or the sort. Rex wished that everyone could've been there to have fun.
Then Amaya commented on his clothing, "Yeah! I just got them the other day. I finally just broke down and called the labs, my other ones were getting a bit gnarled anyway." He shuffled the dirt a bit with his foot, "You guys both came with your own supply of clothes right? I guess thats just one of the pros of not falling off a ship..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:54 pm
Alec shook his head about the party, skimping on an explanation for the sake of not furthering the subject. No matter how fun Rex made it sound, he wouldn't duck down to regret not going. He basically nodded to everything that was said, keeping quiet for the most part. He glanced between the two as they continued to openly converse.
"A' not askin' f'shite from th'labs." He suddenly decided to add, muttering low as if his comments would go completly unnoticed. He had a bit of a personal grudge going on, refusing to contact the staff for anything in an attempt to be self-sufficient and independant of their 'influences'.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:00 am
"I Never?" Amaya raised a brow, having no idea what the game was really about.
"That good then." She smiled at Rex, though frowned at remembering he had fallen off a cruise liner. How horrible... "Yeah, I brought everything I owned with me since I figured I would be living here from now on. Guess I lucked out with the lie they fed me." The reptile gave an awkward smile.
Though on Alec's mutter, she nodded in agreement. "I hear that. I'm too scared of asking them for anything... ever since I changed I just started altering my own clothes. I've heard that sometimes they purposly give you things you can't even wear to mess with you." Amaya commented, remembering what Joliette had told her a long time ago.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:51 am
((Continuation)) Jamal_Reedy Jamal kept slashing upwards, bits of flesh flying into the leaf litter, until Pyroth was able to get the animal to move enough to where he could skitter out from underneath. The tiger was in bloodlust now though and instead of sensibly backing off and letting someone with more experience take up where he left off, he whirled, claws again bared, and slammed one set into the animal's face and the other higher on the neck. He'd try to hold the animal while Pyroth cut the vital vessels in it's neck. The pain continued to ebb at his abdomen and the cuts continued to bleed, though they did so sluggishly. Dark bruising was starting to set in around the slashes, but the fight-or-flight instincts kept his attention on the task at hand, not at the damage.
With a rather messy crunch, Pyroth severed the carotid and refexively worried the pig in his fangs before gaining just enough sense to know that it was doomed and to let go. It took a bit of mental conflict to release what the coyote considered as lunch, but he did anyway, wiping some of the blood off of his face as he staggered to his feet. Letting the pig go through it's death throes where it couldn't kick him again.
His brain was a complete jumble, as if he'd been smoking too much. Pig, eat. Food.Hurt..Jamal hurt. Pig hurt Jamal. Pig hurt Jamal, is he okay? His brain somehow managed to bitchslap enough sense into itself for Pyroth to come back into reality, his head still cloudy with the scents but wary of the urgency.
Finding his voice again, he managed to ask (in a still somewhat canine manner) "You okay?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:03 am
Jamal wrenched his grasp free of the boar as it screamed and thrashed, certain that it would die soon to judge by how much blood had been shed and staggered back with lips pursed to hold back another hiss of pain. The bruising was already rather spectactular; he'd probably at least cracked a rib or two, if not broke them completely. He crouched a few paces away from the animal, flashing Pyroth an angry sneer. The tiger man was literally covered in pig blood.
"I'll live," Jamal managed shortly, face twisting in a pained manner as he tried to catch his breath. "********' thing..." His eyes gleamed but whether it was from pain or the rush of the kill, it was hard to tell. Part of him wanted to rush in again and latch on until the boar finally expired but even the tiger knew better. It would save a lot of trouble to let it bleed itself to death.
"...dat was ********' AMAZING."
The rush was unbelieveable. Oh man...it was like the same rush he got when he went after Aubrey at the beach bar, but this wasn't anger-induced. This was a natural compulsion of the tiger and it was done in a cool, calculating way. He wondered if he had ever thought so clearly before in his life.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:14 am
Pyroth nodded to Jamal, content that he would get by. Those pigs really were feral, something that had only been driven home further today. But one thing he was sure of, he'd hunt them and hunt them until he learned all their tricks, and then he'd move onto bigger game, he might have disagreed with what they were doing on the island but he'd make them regret it eventually. "Told you they were vicious." he added with a wicked grin. "Though not as vicious as we can be." it almost made him want to laugh out loud, before he'd have needed some heavy weaponry or at the very least a knife to do the kind of damage they had done right there. But both were unarmed and that was the sweetest thing about it, home grown weapons.
The coyote-man flopped down to sit on a fallen and slightly rotten log, his tail flicking behind him, panting to catch his breath and cool down, noting as he did so that he had only sustained a few bruises and even less cuts from the scuffle, apparently fur had it's uses when it came to sharp objects. Still, didn't mean that he wouldn't be feeling the exertion in the morning.
"It always is." he smirked wickedly, that cold look in his eyes that few ever got to see "Better than any high I've ever had." There was nothing quite like snuffing out the life of another creature to remind you how alive you were. "That and it keeps the coyote quiet, a small compromise to make."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:29 am
Jamal wiped some of the thickening blood from his face, having to severely resist the urge to lap it off his palm, and dragged it instead across the nearest pile of leaves. The twinkle in his eye and the leer never left his face.
"Well since we ain't da ones dyin', I gotta say dat we clearly be mo' deadly then dat thing," he said wryly, glancing at the boar, pleased to see it was only barely struggling, the life leeching out of it's body into a puddle about it's upper half. It should die any moment now. "Now if only I could do use this s**t on sum docs. Then I'd feel like I did somethin' real good." He chuckled darkly and shook his head. "Jus' need some time. I'll get 'em eventually."
He gently brushed the wounds on his chest and upper abdomen, wincing as the pain started to grow a little stronger as he was starting to come off the high. Jamal'd probably regret this hunt later. He'd been shot before, so the pain wasn't unbearable. More of an annoyance really. The pig paid for the trampling, in any case, and that's all he really cared about.
So now they had a dying (or dead at this point) boar lying in the leaf litter not too far away, had a few bruises and cuts, and their rush of blood lust for the day. Jamal wondered if Pyroth was actually going to -eat- the thing like he said he wanted to. The black man wouldn't say a word if he did, but he wouldn't join in. Not yet, anyway.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:44 am
Pyroth nodded with a satisfied grin "There will probably be an opportunity at some point, some careless mistake." the coyote man actually felt right now that he wouldn't hesitate to take a chance like that if it ever presented itself. He should have taken the chance when he first laid eyes on Moreau, armed guards or no, he would probably have saved a lot of heartache for people if he had. He wouldn't miss twice. "They'll regret handing us weapons"
He was sympathetic about the wounds though, he had been kicked before on his shoulder, ended up having to go get it stitched up, explaining it away as a fall. "We'll probably hurt like hell later for it, but it's worth it."
The coyote was nagging him, hungry, wanting to eat what it had caught, what was the point otherwise? But Pyroth wouldn't tolerate it, not with someone else around. Eating was always a traumatic thing for Pyroth, even before he came to the island, when he ate he felt like everyone was watching him, judging him, it was intolerably humiliating for himself to even think about eating like an animal, it was enough for him to stem the urge to tuck in.
He'd come back a little later and god help any creature who had tried to steal their kill.
He stretched casually "At least it got me out of that bloody duplex. It's beginning to feel more like an enclosure than a room." he'd never been claustraphobic before but the feeling of unease he got in there these days was unnerving.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:53 am
"I kin take a lil' hurt if it means I get practice," he said smugly, though again he winced when he shifted and also took a position on a fallen log because squatting wasn't comfortable.
When Pyroth didn't make a move for the dead pig, he didn't ask why. Perhaps he was restraining himself like Jamal had to do in some cases...or maybe he really wasn't as hungry as he looked. The man looked downright malnourished, but some people were born that way. In either case, he wasn't going to ask.
The mention of confinement brought him further into reality now that the ebb of adrenaline had slowed and everything had fallen to an almost serene calm. Enclosures...Jamal shuddered involuntarily and looked up through the tree canopy, remembering his stint in the cage. Ever since then, he rarely spent time in his duplex unless the weather was poor or he had a real reason to be there.
"It's a good thing there be a'lotta jungle our herr ta lose yo'self in...I never thought I'd willin'ly give up a roof ova' my head." Or the company of people. He wasn't normally social anyway, but he used to be able to exist in a city crammed with people and not be bothered. Now it felt like everyone was stepping on his toes and there were only forty or so people here and hardly any of them paid him mind anyway.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:12 am
As the adrenalin ebbed away, Pyroth relaxed a bit, never able to find a position to sit in that was comfortable, his spine too curved to sit up, too straight for anything else. He occaisionally cast glances at the pig, unmoving now but still like heaven to his nose.
He noted with his usual eye for posturing that Jamal seemed to have the same problem with being trapped that he did. "Yeah, if there wasn't any jungle I'd probably have gotten a bad case of cabin fever or just gone crazy." Especially with some of the islanders turning into prey animals. "At least out here I can redirect whatever instincts there are to prey rather than anything worse."
"But still, I'd say this change has been the worst so far." he glanced at his paws "It's not really the physical side of it, that's okay, I can deal with that the way I've dealt with the rest, and the fangs aren't unwelcome. It's the other things, like I say, claustropobia and my sleeping patterns." he frowned "I'd guess coyotes are nocturnal just from how messed up my head is lately."
He shrugged "But whatever, I'm not even caring anymore. For me it's all about getting back at those that put us here using what they gave us." he smirked again, as he did so noticing the pig and smirking, he might not want to eat it out here, but he had an idea.
"Think it would ******** with their heads if I took the pig back to the cafeteria and made some bacon?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:17 am
Jamal nodded in acknowledgement of Pyroth's problems but wasn't sure how to sympathize as he honestly hadn't been there yet...at times, he thought maybe he was losing his mind, but it didn't seem that bad yet in comparison to what Pyroth was showing him.
However, the idea of hauling their kill back struck him as amusing...plus it'd show those stupid staff people what they could do if they worked together. Surely having a dead boar hauled into a public eating facility at the hands of these two men would be somewhat unnerving. If not for the staff, then perhaps for the islanders.
"...don't sound like a bad idea ta me..." he drawled. "I'm already bloody as ******** mind carryin' it to da village if it means we could mess wit' some people."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 10:29 am
Pyroth grinned, glad that Jamal agreed with the idea, it would definately unnerve people to see what they were capable of, maybe in some small way reminding some of them that they weren't /entirely/ helpless the way the lab made them out to be.
"Besides, I'm hungry and wild pig tastes better than the cheap crap they've been stocking lately." People would pay a fortune in resturaunts for fresh and exotic rare meat, they had it right there. Taking it to the cafeteria made the idea of actually eating the thing more tolerable to Pyroth.
Getting up off the log, he walked over to the pig and grabbed it's forelegs, just to get an idea how heavy it was. It was slightly weightier than he'd expected and would be ungainly to carry unless they found some way to truss it up and spread the weight. There was always hogtying the thing, but he wasn't sure if that was something that actually worked or just something you saw in movies. Jamal could probably carry it without much hassle normally but Pyroth didn't want to push it, not with the man's side still pretty debilitatingly injured.
"Shifting it's going to be a problem. Any idea how we can split the weight?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:59 pm
Continued :3 Amaya Vaughan "I Never?" Amaya raised a brow, having no idea what the game was really about.
"That good then." She smiled at Rex, though frowned at remembering he had fallen off a cruise liner. How horrible... "Yeah, I brought everything I owned with me since I figured I would be living here from now on. Guess I lucked out with the lie they fed me." The reptile gave an awkward smile.
Though on Alec's mutter, she nodded in agreement. "I hear that. I'm too scared of asking them for anything... ever since I changed I just started altering my own clothes. I've heard that sometimes they purposly give you things you can't even wear to mess with you." Amaya commented, remembering what Joliette had told her a long time ago.
Rex let out a short sigh at the discussion of the labs. "I'm not so gung-ho about what the labs are doing, and I certainly don't support the forced experiementation on humans... but the fact that they have a inclination to listen to our requests, within reason, isn't so bad. I mean, eventually we'll all be little animals runnin' about and they won't have to deal with getting us clothes, anymore.." What would it be like to be completely animal? He'd had small tastes of the lion here and there, but otherwise the end was nowhere within sight. How animal would they become? Amaya was the most animalistic person he'd seen on the island so far, but could they reallly take all of the human out of them? Would he lose his memories of being human... his friends...
Julie...
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:06 pm
Alec slumped, beginning to slowly regret not going to the party. Although he'd most likely get very pissed off if it was ever insinuated that he was a 'poser', the teen couldn't deny that he enjoyed a good drinking party. It was one of the 'activities' he was familiar with.
After the detour of party-talk, the conversation returned right back to the subject of ther transformations, much to Alec's dismay. What else were they supposed to talk about, right? It's was a reality they were all familiar with. But dammit if he'd ever enjoy it, no matter who happened to bring it up. He cose not to comment against Rex, one part spinelessness and one part 'not giving a s**t'.
The punk teen remained quiet, inwardly cursing at how godamn bored he still was.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:16 pm
"Oh... I'm kinda glad I didn't go then." The iguana said, crossing her arms slightly as if it would hide her scaley skin. She always felt horribly awkward when everyone around her was drinking.
Though at what Rex said, her throat caught. Had... he been told something? "What?" Green eyes went wide as she looked up at him. "I thought they were only going to give us animalistic features! And... and..." She started to fidget, looking upset and scared.
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