[ORP] The Beach

[Antoinette Devereux]

"I'm glad Carrot Top has been MIA lately, ******** that cowardly douchebag." She sneered, fluffing up somewhat at the mere mention of the man 'in charge'.

The mention of journals caught her attention while she trekked them through the sun warmed sand for a bit longer. "What journals...?" Clearly, she had no clue what these were, but they were of interest to her.  

[Anatoli Schreier]

"He's a man of family values, ain't he?" A smirk tugs at the corner of the opossum's lips. "And ta think, I came heeah with tha intents of makin' nice with him and gettin' in touch with tha otha side a' tha family. He'd probably bring his mom here and stick 'er with an animal shot, too."

His toes had become too long to fit comfortably into any shoes, especially not with the opposable big toe he now had. He drapes an arm around the squirrel-woman's shoulder, thoughtfully tapping a finger on her. "Tha journals? Old family records, so ta speak... concernin' this very island, in fact," he says, his tone now grim as he recollects the contents of these journals. "Concernin' one man, my ancestah -- Nick's, too -- and some experiments involving animals..."

A frown crosses his face as he rubs his eyes beneath the lenses of his glasses, shaking his head slowly. "...I had almost forgotten about that all. Dammit, I wish Nick hadn't taken tha damn things..!"