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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 4:46 pm
Tommy keeps on walking until he reaches the ede of the clearing. He pauses a moment, hovering one foot over the edge...and steps over. There's nothing. He takes a nother step, a grin spreading over his face.
"HAH! Eat my s**t muthafu..." Tommy's face goes rigged and his left eye twitches a few times as he is shocked into unconsciousness. He falls to the ground in a heap.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 4:55 pm
Gaius watched intently as Tommy took a step... and then another. A victorious grin spread across his face, thinking they'd somehow managed to catch the labs in a bluff. "Haha! That's it Tommy, just-" His words were cut off as Tommy suddenly went straight as a flagpole, and then crumpled to the ground in an unconscious pile.
"Tommy!" Gaius yelped, rushing back to the guy. A touch assured him he was still alive, but out for the count. And such trauma couldn't be good on his ribs. "Ah shoot..." Gaius cursed. Grabbing the guy under the armpits, Gaius hauled him back away from the village with much grunting and dragging. Once they were back well within the trees, he let the body down to rest on the ground, anxiously looking Tommy over. How long did the shock last anyways? Gaius couldn't leave him alone and unconscious like this...
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 4:59 pm
Tommy would lay unconscious for the better part of ten minutes, a leg twitching every now and then. Soon though, he begins to stir, a groan escaping his mouth that may or may not be a curse depicting a vulgar way in which Moreau came into this world.
He blinks his eyes a few times, his peepers being more bloodshot than ever. "...didn't work...did it?" He asks after a few minutes of just laying there.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:11 pm
Gaius shook his head sadly. "Sorry pal... Looks like they're good on their word."
He remained squatting beside Tommy, glancing between him and the village. Maybe... Maybe he could grab something for the guy...
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:13 pm
"********..." is all Tommy can think to say as he reaches a spindly hand to rub his forehead. "Damnit...Hey Gaius...thanks for your help anyway...seriously. You're like...the first person here who's wanted to help me out."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:18 pm
He shook his head, eyes saddening despite the smile on his lips. "I'm sorry to hear that... But I can't just leave a guy dying out in the jungle, can I? Listen, maybe I can grab a shake for you... I'll just run in really fast, and run back here. Maybe they wouldn't notice..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:29 pm
"I couldn't let you do that, man..." Tommy says, even though he so wants to tell him to run as fast as he can and get him food, "I mean...no...don't do that for me. I'd more like to kill myself than to see another person locked out..." Tommy sits up and looks to Gaius, "Just...I can make it back on my own...maybe I'll set up a snare...or something." He refuses to think of what he'd do if he actually caught something.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:36 pm
Gaius's face scrunched up in disgust, imagining what Tommy'd have to resort to. "Maybe... Maybe there's some kind of trees with fruit out here. There has to be, this is a tropical island, right? Maybe you could suck on them for food..." His shrug was hopeful, if unsure. He had no clue if what he said was true, but it was possible, right?
Pulling off his bag once more, Gaius pulled out the few personal items he'd brought, and handed the bag over to Tommy, complete with packed food, first aid kit, and a change of clothes. "Here, you can make better use of this stuff. Maybe you can mash up the food and mix it with water so you can get it down?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:39 pm
Tommy stands with a grunt of effort. For a second it seems he may pass out again, but he stabilizes himself at the last moment. He shakes his head, "I'm sorry Gaius...that'd be just as if you went to get me food from town. It's a d**k move they did...but I don't want to see anyone else suffer because of me. I'll...I'll manage. I always have before." Tommy gives a slight grin and turns to move off in the direction of the jungle.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:46 pm
The poor guy... Gaius couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He had it tough. Really tough. At least in the village, Gaius had a place to live and food to eat. To see the labs do this to a guy... It only strengthened his resolve. He'd get them off that island. For Tommy's sake, and everyone else under the thumb of that cursed Moreau and Sabin.
He stepped after Tommy, catching him with a hand on the shoulder, and gave it a quick supportive squeeze. "Stay strong, okay? Show those lab rats you're made of better stuff than they are."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:52 pm
Tommy laughs, though it's hard to tell if there's any real humor in it. "Yeah...I'll try, Gaius...I'll try." He refrains from returning the pat due to obvious reasons concerning his hands before he turns and starts off back into the jungle.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:11 pm
After watching Tommy head off, Gaius sighed and shook his head. What a life they had. Reshouldering his bag, he turned back towards the village, intent on the cafeteria and a good meal.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:42 pm
The labs are cruel, particularly to those individuals who have crossed particular individuals in the higher ranks of the staff.
However, above all, subjects are costly, and as much as Moreau wants to see those who threatened Aubrey and Moreau himself indirectly suffer, he doesn't want them to die.
Not much can be done to broken ribs, but when Tommy next slips off to sleep, his chip is activated to keep him that way long enough for antibiotics to be administered through a needleless, high-powered compressor device (so as to not leave an injection mark).
Then, a severely injured (but not dead) capybara is left not twenty feet from Tommy's campsite. The creature appears to have been mauled by something with claws, and it stumbles around, making pitiful noises, and leaving a very pungent smell of blood.
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