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 Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 6:33 pm
Fiona paused in her running, slowing down the treadmill to a crawl, and twisted open her near-full bottle of water. Still walking along on the machine she guzzled nearly half of it, the cool liquid dribbling a bit down her chin. The girl gasped for air once she'd had her fill, re-capped it, and turned up the speed a little. From the two other bottles (empty, to be certain) lying on the floor next to her, it would seem Fiona had been there for a while. Her skirt, suddenly inadequate for the activity she was bent on, had been replaced with a pair of scrubs which had been modified to be shorts. The alteration was shabby, at best, and at worst, well, the legs might have been chewed off by a crocodile.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:19 pm
Rex mosied his way through the village from his duplex, towel in one claw, a sport bottle in the other. He was dressed in a fit tanktop and shorts, there wasn't any need for shoes (not that he could fit his feet in his current ones anyways), there was nothing better than a good work out. Rex nearly died with glee when he discovered the weight room that had been added into the Town Hall, though he hadn't seen many people in there before.
Before he was even at the door, Rex could hear the whir of the running machine coming through the door. He turned the nob and pushed open the door, blue eyes glancing across the expensive machines to find Fiona running. He chuckled and spoke up over the machine's noise, "Well it looks like my hiding place has been taken!"
Rex wrapped his towel around his neck and held the ends in tight fists, adjusting his weight to rest on one leg as he pondered what to work first.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:25 pm
Her attention whipped across the room with a sharp, wary speed, nervousness betrayed in her face for a split second before a wide grin broke out. Fiona immediately switched off the machine and stepped off, leaning against the support bars. "Rex! I haven't seen you in ages- you changed again." She said, a hand resting on her heart as she panted a bit. "I have too, I guess. Seems like everyone's changing these days." Her tone became dull at these words, and she was at a loss for what to say for perhaps a moment before she blurted out, "Your tail got longer!" This, undoubtedly, put her smile back where it belonged.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:35 pm
The lion-man laughed again, she seemed... hyper. "Yeah, I changed. Though you're looking a bit furrier y'self." He motioned to her elongated ears while his smile revealed menacing fangs, stretched in a similar fashion.
He walked over to the girl and hugged her in greeting, though just about jumped out of his non-existant socks in surprise when she burst out about his tail. Looking down there again, are we? "Yup, quite a bit longer actually. But I don't mind it. I like it, honestly." He spoke truthfully, though promised himself that he would cut down on the talk of changes. Thankfully Fiona didn't seem to mind the topic like most the other islanders.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:43 pm
Fiona accepted the hug gratefully- for the social butterfly she'd been at home, she certainly wasn't getting enough human contact these days. "You like it?" She repeated with a snicker, touching the slight extention of her own spine. "I'm getting one too, and it's a real pain in the a**." The girl stopped, heard what she had just said, and burst out laughing. When she had recovered from the fit of hilarity, Fiona explained her reasoning. "I keep forgetting it's there, right, and then I sit down and it's all like, hey, there's something jabbing into me. Oh, it's myself!" The girl shook her head sadly, although a grin remained steadily on her features. "It's just not cool."
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:51 pm
"It's not so much that I like it. It just doesn't bother me." He looked down to her tail, a small nub. "You'll get used to it." He laughed along with her, though much more about her exuberance than the pun in itself.
He walked over to the nearest running machine, hung his towel over the rail, and turned it up to a moderate pace to warm up a bit. Rex had already stretched. "So you don't seem all that angry about the transformations yourself, little missy. Any word on the animal you've got?" His had been noticeable from the tail to begin with.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:57 pm
She sighed, reaching to her water bottle for a quick sip. "Well I mean, I can handle it. It's insanely freaky. But it's better than having hairspray splashed in my eyes or being forced to inhale cigarrette smoke day in and out." At the mention of these injustices her blood began to boil, and so she got back onto the treadmill in hopes of running off the emotion. "So yeah. The changes itself? Not so awful. Except for the pain. And the itching. But anyways- my point is, it's more that they're doing this at all that pisses me off. Ruining lives. Breaking the law so much it isn't funny. And another thing- this doesn't even prove anything! So they can turn people into animals- is that going to cure AIDS or feed the millions of starving, dying people, or reduce the pollution problems? No. I don't think so. It's so stupid!" Best increase that speed- she'd begun to get herself worked up. Oh dear.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 8:09 pm
Rex continued to run while he listened to her vent with open ears and an open jaw. He sighed while keeping his pace, the poor guy always seemed to say exactly the wrong thing to every person he encountered. "Man, I hear yeh. Though... I honestly think that it's completely out of our power, y'know? They seem to have thought up every little aspect of this operation so there's essentially nothing we can do." The very thought made him angry. He didn't support the labs in any way, shape or form; but deep down he'd discovered how much he loved the idea of change. He felt enpowered and strong, the thing he'd hoped, searched and dreamed of since his high school days. Rex was torn between sides.
He waited for Fiona to cool off a bit when he realized it was actually him that was heating up. Beads of sweat formed on his brow and under his arms. To save himself the laundry, Rex took off his shirt in a swift motion and tossed it to the ground behind him, then continued running. It wasn't any big deal.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 8:17 pm
The sound of the garment hitting the floor caught her attention and Fiona looked over to see what it was, nearly tripping herself on her awkward feet as she appreciated the view. Rex didn't seem to have much to worry about- the changes had been quite kind to him. Had nothing interfered with her train of thought, Fiona would have railed on and on about how it was indeed possible to overthrow these damned scientists, but the lucky man had saved his ears the torment by discarding his shirt just in time!
Turning her attention back to her running, she hiked up the speed another notch. A light jog. "You know..." she said, a touch breathlessly, "I never did much... fitness kinda stuff... back home. I never really had to. But now I feel like... I should keep in shape. Cause you never know when you're gonna need to be able to run long and hard."
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 8:30 pm
Rex choked in laughter, but made it into an odd cough. The last part of her sentence gave the lion inside him some unneeded thoughts. Though he kept running, almost tripping, himself. I'll just push those little thoughts away, now. He'd been a bit lacking in the "significant other" section of his life for the past few years. Was Rex ready to move on...? Loneliness leaked slowly but surely into his emotions.
Get on topic, man. "I love to work out. I've done it religiously since i was in high school, it's just sort of become routine to me. I feel really unfulfilled if I don't... and I can't stand leaving something unfinished or incomplete." He jogged. That held his attention. Jogging. Only jogging.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 9:35 pm
She glanced over again when he 'coughed' and raised an eyebrow, but otherwise kept going. "What made you start working out in the first place? I tried, just because it's good for you and all, but I really can't do one thing that long if it's not interesting to me. Especially if it's something tiring like jogging and whatever. I just get so bored. I mean, it's not like I have ADD or anything." Fiona mashed the "slow down" button until she was walking slowly and bent over to grab her waterbottle and drain the remainder of it before getting back to the conversation. "But if something is really important to me, I can put a lot of attention into it. Or something that's just really interesting, you know?" She laughed at her own gregarious nature. "But really, I do actually want to know what got you started working out. Ignore me, I talk too much."
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 9:36 pm
Rex ran in thought, there wasn't really one full, true answer to the question. "Well, to begin with, I was involved in alot of sports. So, that called for me to spend some time in the gym. And from there I just realized how much I liked it! It's a good stress reliever and is also a productive way to pass the time. Soon enough i just spent all of my time in there and now it feels like... like brushing your teeth. Thats a weird analogy but it makes sense to me, something that you should do, and you always feel so good afterwords." He ended his rant, doubting he was making much sense.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 9:42 pm
"Yeah..." she said, nodding as she walked, deciding to keep her pace even for a change and keeping her fingers away from those fun buttons. "I can understand that." Fiona was silent for a while, listening to the whirring of their machines and the sound of her own footsteps and trying to think up a new topic of discussion. One other than Rex's lovely tail-changes. Since when did tails turn her on, anyways? Weird.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 9:47 pm
"What about you? What did you do before the island? Where are you from?" He turned up the speed of his machine and dabbed at his forehead and chest with his towel, then took a long drink of his water. Running inside was certainly more different than running on the beach like he had been doing recently.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 9:52 pm
"I'm from Canada," she responded automatically, before elaborating, "Peace River, British Columbia." Fiona stopped to think before answering his other question- a part of her didn't want to reveal the fact that she was a highschool student. Well, dropout, technically. She didn't want him to think of her as a kid, or anything. "I did a lot of work with PETA, had a few odd jobs in coffee houses. Nothing really amazing."
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