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 Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 5:30 pm
Now they asked him, he would assume that the zookeeper would know, but he didn't seem like he did. Cecil didn't blame him, he thought he was turning into a pigeon at first, that was before he messaged one of the doctors and asked.
They said something about turning into a mockingbird of some kind, Northern Mockingbird or something. Cecil wrote down and showed it to everyone.
Well, if he ever ran into Atticus Finch, he wouldn't need to worry about getting shot. That was his first thought when he got the news. There was also a breath of relief that he wasn't going to turn into a bird-brained pigeon. He knew pigeons, if you dropped a brick on them they wouldn't notice they were dead until they were up in pigeony heaven or wherever they went.
What got him interested was the fact that Mockingbirds could copy sounds, whether it be from other birds, animals or even from machines. It's probably the reason he got injected with that s**t, it was probably the closest thing they got for a cure. Inside, he hoped that maybe there's that slim chance he could talk again... At least, better then he could muster now. Of course, it was a Mockingbird serum, not a Parrot one, but squawking seemed like a step up from what he was like now.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 8:58 pm
“Psit…psit..okay…” Roxie let out a sigh of defeat at the scientific word failing to roll off of her tongue. So…the guy was a zookeeper and what do you know? Cecil would turn in to a Mocking bird. The name of the bird reminded her of that classic book, To kill a Mocking Bird she read long ago back in her high school days. Just thinking about it made her feel so old, instead of feeling like a vibrant twenty year old she felt as old as her mother. Another bad thought, thinking about her mother and how she could never see her again…or Edwin.
Shaking her head to stop the on going thoughts of the home she would never return too did the girl tap her foot a little on the ground. Well, there wasn’t must to say after discovering what Cecil would become. What could she say, ‘wanna go flying with me when we both turn bird?’ Yeah, that’ll be the day that sentence would ever cross her lips. When pigs fly--wait…on the island of Doctor Crazy Moreau it could happen.
“A mocking bird is better than turning into a pigeon, or toadstool…” She commented, no idea why she said toadstool or if she even knew what one was.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 10:27 pm
"A mockingbird? That's not too bad." He hadn't dealt with many native species, and especially not songbirds.
Gah! Stupid him. Of course she wouldn't know what a Psittacine was. "Sorry, just a habit of calling them that. Psittacines are parrots."
"Turning into a fungus? Now that would just suck. Is that even possible to do? I don't know if even they could pull that off. And good point about the pidgeon. Your head would bob every time you took a step." Why did all the conversations turn out like this? I wish I was that, but I'm glad I'm not this; that's how most of his conversations went.
Being on his feet all day, they were just a little sore, so Ryan kneeled down, careful to mkae sure he didn't bend his tail awkwardly. "You guys can sit down too if you want."
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 7:25 pm
Cecil shrugged again, he's cool.
What he did do was chill on the trunk of the tree he was just on with his shoulder. (Careful not to crash into Roxie, wings or otherwise.) He looked up in the sky longingly, eh, fungus didn't seem too bad, being someone with wings that couldn't fly... That was annoying. What were the things for then, you know? He blew a raspberry to the sky and rolled his eyes, his way of coping with frustration.
The mute let out another breath and shook his head. The thought of not being able to fly would haunt him, just like the time he found out he wouldn't be able to talk...
Fungus? I'd feel sorry for the poor sap who got injected with that. Cecil wrote, casually flashing his words.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 11:16 pm
So Ryan used to work with Parrots then, interesting to think the least. Mentally Roxie imagined Ryan trying to teach one parrot how to say, 'Polly want a cracker?', a flicker of amusement came across her orbs before quickly dying away. Turning over to Cecil--now standing/leaning next to the tree like her--she watched in silence at his comical outburst to the sky. A small shrug of her shoulders was the reaction she gave.
"I wonder how they manage to get us though...let alone figure out what animal to inject...okay strike all of the above. How the hell did they become so crazy to do this?" the crane girl asked, bowing her head down a little to let some locks of hair cover her left eye a little.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 2:23 pm
{Oooh.. to late to join?}
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 1:19 pm
HoboKitten {Oooh.. to late to join?} ((You can if you want.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 11:09 pm
Ryan scratched around the plate that had begun to grow on his head. "Who knows why they did any of this? I think the best policy is to try and not think about it. As far picking us, it usually people that won't be missed very much."
He pulled is tail around and fidgeted with it. "Some people don't get any particular animal, from what I hear. Mine was picked though, I know that. I guess it is appropriate."
"Ah, but it's not so bad though. I've had a fun time being an Armadillo so far."
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 11:36 am
[Marty-100%-Thorny Devil] ((Enter marty! Hope you guys don't mind.))
"That's the spirit!" said marty as he dropped down to hang upside down from a nearby tree. He had found himself bored and so had been ninjaing around evesdropping on people. It's amazing the things you learn when you evesdrop. Being able to change colors helps too, as does having claws that, while they're not ment for it, are adept to climbing trees.
"I must admit, I have puzzled over why we're picked and I must agree with you, it's random. They tend to just take whomever they can get in most cases. As for creatures, they tend to enjoy either irony or things that will fix problems. Cecil, the great Marty forsees you being able to talk eventually with the help of your syrum."
Suddenly the branch Marty was on broke.
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