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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:36 pm
The Introduction
Christina A.Louinz was the definiton of a normal new highschool grad. She was planning to move in with her best friend and highschool sweetheart Ryan Lomeriz, until their relationship went sour. Taking the breakup fairly well 'Cristie,' as she was called jumped back on the idea to enroll in Unica College, majoring in Marine Biological Studies. However by the time she got to the campus the dorms were filled with both freshmen and seniors alike. Trying elsewere brought her no results until stubbling upon an add for some help needed in an onsite center. It read the following:Newspaper Add Dear Gaians,
I am in search of several well qualified and dedicated souls to help me with my research of the marine life surrounding the Isle of Gambino. If you feel you may qualify for a position in my facility contact me at Gambino restoration & research facility ASAP.
Director of Research,
Jenna Peterson, PHD. Cristie had made her way to the Isle and then the research facility. She'd talked with the head there, and somehow aquired a room and job, of course this was just as good as training and studying in any college, or so she thought. Her first agenda slip had only a single location printed onto it. She took her notepad, clipboard, and pencial and walked downstairs. The directions led her to a large white door, with tinted glass and a single plank reading, 'Tanks 1-76.' She knocked and when nobody answered she turned the knob and strolled inside. Tanks, large and small clustered in the room as large bubbling and cranking noises swamped her ears at first.
"This way please Ms. Louinz."
A voice called Cristie to the left of where she first stood and although it felt odd to hear a voice but not see anyone she followed it. Coming upon a medium sized tank, Cristie stopped as she heard the footsteps stop. She was now facing the tank and peering inside it. Suddenly a small fish appeared right on the oppisite side of the glass. Looking closer at it she noticed that it was the fish more commonly known as a 'Flying fish.'
"This is the experiment you're in charge of. I suggest you name her firstly. You'll need to come down here daily, as much as you'd like and take notes on her changes and most importantly become her friend if at all possible."
The voice finished and while Cristie never did see the face of her instructer she did hear the footsteps fade away until there was nobody seeming to be around. Pulling a small nearby stepping ladder next to the tank Cristie sat and took notes; How she swam, ate, breathed, attempted to 'fly' and even how the small fish paced the glass watching Cristie from the inside.
"Maylea, you know that's what I'll call you. It mean's wild flower in Hawiian you know, because that's just what you are. The beauty of a flower and the freedom of the wild."
Cristie sat for hours and filled 5 and a half sheets with bunches of bits of information on Maylea that she could conclude from the first day.
" Maybe we will be friends..."
She said as she bent over the tank's top and smiled down as the little Maylea swam to the top and seemed to smile back at her.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 2:20 am
Log Period One
6.10.06-6.13.06
6am: I woke up today and had some O.J. and toast with butter, nothing too filling. Breakfast isn't worth the time it takes as of lately, I have a tight schedule that doesn't let me squeeze in room for much of my old habbits. I have discovered that it takes exactly eight minutes to reach the tank room doors from my accomidations, and then a shorter three minutes to get to Maylea's tank. Of course this is providing that I hustle, otherwise this task may take me twelve to fourteen minutes which shortens the time for research and studies at the small bookcase that's roughly two minutes from my room.
My room speaking of which isn't much to talk about, a desk and bed with the normal needs that one should be able to assume are in their room even before they actually arrive. I normally spend the bulk of my time however down near Maylea as she right now is what I am depending on for not only the advancement of my studies here but also for a budding friendship, one amoung the few. Speaking of Maylea, my dated and timed notes and images have taken up about three notepads, not too bad if I do say so myself. I must say Maylea is indeed much more intensive than I first analized her to be, perhaps there's a lag in my thoughts but I can't see why we treat these fish as our friends, it's not like they're going to sprout legs or become half merfish, those are all folk tales.
Easing into the next section of my three day recount, I suppose I'll call upon my memory for the first few smaller events prompting Maylea's start into this new world. At about noon or so just about four hours after I aquired Maylea as my assignment I took her to the 'Community Pool' which is just a much larger tank able to hold many different types of sea creatures that are housed here, apparently accounding to my records Maylea was only friendly towards one main animal before darting off, although I didn't get the glimpse of what type of animal she delt with.
7:14am: Reaching Maylea's tank took no time at all, well not compared to the other days. Much of the other staff must be on break, or asleep since it's rather early in the morning here. The small seat I aquired when first placed here hasn't been moved since, I suppose they all know I spend much time around here and don't want to disrupt the studies I'm conducting. That being said I haven't seen any movement around or inside and am taking an educated guess Maylea's sleeping. She is a rather small fish, which makes finding her in the glass container just a little harder than for say someone with a shark or something of the larger population of marine animals here.
7:57am: I've decided to take a long look on all sides of this tank and find my sleeping study. The front and left side have produced nothing and now making my way to the right side I can't seem to find any sight of Maylea. Unless she's sleeping or housing herself dead in the center of this tank process of elimination puts her in the back.
8:02am: Mutation, the small flying fish known to this study as Maylea is no longer a fish. Well I suppose she's still marine life, but this is impossible. Maylea has been found at 8:02am on 6.12.06 to have grown abnormal features for a flying fish. Still holding her fish-like tail she's grown a human like upper body. Long purple hair and grey eyes with her fins now arms it's amazing. Seeming to have no problem swimming and gliding in the air above her tank as normal she is all otherways 'herself'. I will take data from her for this day and the following and report only signifi. day logs down here. Update on Maylea's progress log will continue on 6.26.06.
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