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 Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 4:59 pm
Times like these, Cecil could only be a gentleman. He had a feeling that one day, his dad's manners will rub off on him at the most wrong of times, that was going to be the end of him. He hoped this wasn't it. Getting eaten was not the way to go. He walked down to the cafeteria, and even stopped to wait for her to catch up, despite his brain screaming a big, loud, megaphone in your ear, "NO!" To him.
He waved a hand as he went into the cafeteria.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 11:00 am
Georgia piled some small pieces of boneless chicken on her plate, beef and pork were usually too chewy for her to eat. Some tuna salad and prawns didn't go a miss either, she had always been partial to sea food. The spider went to a table, but of course her long legs proved impossible for her to sit properly so Georgia stood at the end, no point trying to force her body into doing something it couldn't any more. Pinking up her fork she stab the chicken peices and carefully placed them into her jaws.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 1:21 pm
Cecil kept his meal to just bread and water. He wasn't feeling very picky, not like he could eat meat or anything like that even if he wanted to. Eating with Georgia was like sitting with a kid that you didn't want to be near on the lunch table but didn't have a choice because there wasn't enough room. They just made you feel.... Uncomfortable, and you didn't want to sit there. He beaked his piece of bread in silence. Curiousity was a curse for Cecil, he tried again and again not to watch the spider eat. He couldn't help it! Grunting in frustration, he took out his notepad and said,
So, what's up? Anything to start a conversation, anything to keep his mind off this.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 12:09 pm
She realised she wasn't completely concentrating on what she was eating, but instead watching the bird man's movements. It was starting to become a bad habit, it took all her effort to not freeze as he moved to sit nearby.
She read the question on the notebook and shook her head. "Beehn lifhing in fhe chungle fur a while, thince lath thange..." He motioned at her body shaking her head slightly with a frown when she couldn't remember how long she has been out there. Her mouth pieces moved in a strange movement. "Tho whuth happeming in thur fillage?" It was nice to speak to somebody at last, something to almost take her mind off of the hell she was in and try to at least keep hold of her humanity, if it could laughably be called that of course.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 4:29 pm
Uhh... What? That kid you didn't want to sit near because their strange feeling intensified around Georgia. Seriously. She seemed to have more trouble talking more than Cecil, and he was... Yeah, bad comparison, but that mouth must've been hard to articulate to even make sounds. He thought he had it bad. Cecil showed his notebook to her
Ahh, could you say that again? He had wrote, I didn't quite get it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 12:04 pm
Georgia looked over the door every once in a while, fully aware how she scared most of the islanders, she really wasn't up to being walked in on by another arachnaphobic. So it was a relief to, well talk wasn't excatly the correct term in this situation, but for use of a better term; it was a relief to converse with somebody who weren't flinching at her every move. Although it was hard to read expressions when somebody had a beak...
The spider winced at the request, even though she slurred her speech she still tried to talk faster then her mouth could follow.
"Uh," she started slowly. "Not been lith-lifin' in... duf-duth-duphluxs thince..." She waved one arm limb over her body as an emphisis of her change, the smaller one underneth followed suit anyway. She hoped it looked like that, she didn't realise how much her face had changed (would you look in a mirror looking like that?) so her expression was almost as unreadible as the bird man's.
"Whath's..." Again she took her time in trying to sound out the words. "happeming here?" Her left limbs made a wide circle to include everything around her, the village is what she meant by 'here'.
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