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 Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:00 pm
Aislinn sighed. She'd been on the island for a while now, though she hadn't started exhibiting any traits of an animal just yet. She wondered what it would be? Hopefully something cute and fuzzy like Nita and Angelina were. That'd be fun.
She hobbled about the kitchen with her cane-- it really would have been nice if they'd put her back to rights there like they had said they would. She wasn't too happy about the injection, but she would've been easier with it if she could at least get rid of the limp that had plagued her these past few years.
Corrective surgery. Right.
It was early, and she was pretty sure at least a few of the other Islanders were still asleep. Perhaps the guy in the Duplex next to her was. He'd come here just about as recently as she had, she thought, though she hadn't really had a chance to talk to him yet. A big guy with a broken nose.
Her thoughts were slipping away from her, and at the same time, so was the dish she'd been washing (she'd used it the night before and been too tired to wash it before she went to bed). It crashed to the ground and shattered, a startled cry escaping her lips before she could think.
Well, hopefully he was a heavy sleeper anyhow.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:12 pm
Oz had pretty much collapsed onto his bed after an evening run last night. He was very proud of himself to finally see some of the muscle and tone returning to his frame, although it didn't look like he was atually shifting any weight...Oh well, muscle weighs more than fat!
He rolled around on his bed, his body screaming at him with aches and pains. He laid on his back, lifting his left leg just enough to rub at the old complaint. Fingers lightly traced the mild scars from rugby boots, and then the more precise but more prominent surgery scars. He scowled.
SMASH!
He jerked his head toward the wall, having just about heard something from next door. He groaned and heaved himself to rest on his elbows and listened a while longer. Maybe he should go round and check anyways.
Wearing only some striped boxer shorts, he stepped out into the early morning mist and lightly rapped on her door.
"Err...is everything okay?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:19 pm
Aislinn hobbled over, only wearing a bit more than Oz, as she's put on an incredibly oversized t-shirt over her own boxer-style shorts. The wrist-hugging cane shifted out of sight as she opened the door, and she peeked out,
"Er.. yeah. Sorry 'bout that..." she muttered, attempting to make herself a -little- more presentable by pushing some of the hairs that fell loosely to her chin behind one ear. The ponytails would be better, but she only had one arm at the moment, particularly since she didn't want to move the other to give him a view of the cane that so was her shame at this point.
"Just dropped a plate...don't want to bother the cleaning guy, though..." he seemed like he had enough on his mind, what with his transformation into a frog and all, "D'you have a broom in your apartment? I still haven't found mine."
Truth to be told, she hadn't really looked for it before. What'd it matter? It was early, her brain wasn't functioning properly yet.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:28 pm
The bulky rugby player looked down at Aislinn. He loved to see women wear overs-zied t-shirts, made them look really sweet and cute. He scratched his head for a moment, trying to recall the layout of his duplex before he moved in - it was a total mess now. Something had probably crawled from udnerneath one of his clothing piles and eaten it!
"Hold on a sec," he smiled impishly, dashing over to his duplex.
All that could be heard then was the shuffling about of clothes, boxes, water bottles, waste baskets, the opening and closing of wardrobe doors and cupboards. Triumphant, Oz returned a pan and brush that had hidden in his bathroom, of all places.
"Here ya go, one brush and pan," he smiled.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:32 pm
Ais smiled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek-- she was often rather overly familiar with people she didn't know, as long as they seemed nice enough-- and took up the dustpan and broom. Slipping on a pair of thick sandals so that she didn't get any nasty little cuts on her feet, she went about sweeping up the mess,
"So. I'm Aislinn Derry. Not the best of circumstances to meet in, of course, but I thought I'd introduce myself anyhow."
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:42 pm
The kiss was an unexpected surprise. At least chivalry wasn't ignored these days. He blushed mildly, but shook it off quickly. He seemed to be as comfortable in just his boxer shorts in front of Aislinn as she was, which came as a surprise. Oz's past experiences of walking around in boxer shorts weren't all so relaxed.
He didn't want to overstep any personal boundaries and just waltz straight in, so he lurked in the doorway, leaning on the frame.
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Oz Caldwell," he introduced himself, oozing with British inflection in his words.
As she began the task of tidying, he noticed the walking cane.
"So...what are you here for? The Island's excuse, I mean..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:46 pm
The woman motioned, noticing his hovering around the door,
"Oh, come on in. Sorry, didn't think to invite you properly..." She had taken the cane off so as to have use of both her arms, though it meant her movements were even more jerky and restricted.
Her face scrunched a little as his words brought back her previous dissatisfaction with her situation, but she quickly schooled it back so that he wouldn't think he offended her or anything,
"They told me they could do corrective surgery on my pelvis. Fix it...." she sighed, setting the dustpan on the ground to take her cane back up and grab the trash bin as well, moving it closer so that she could put the glass shards into the bin without having to wiggle about without the cane.
"Of course they didn't. So now I'm stuck crippled -and- turning into some sort of critter."
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:55 pm
He stepped in only a short way, being barefoot and whatnot. Although, he'd walked on glass barefoot before, back at unviersity. It was a challenge, so he took it. He'd had to take several weeks off from training whilst his feet healed. The idiot.
He watched her shuffle about, but was reluctant to ask if she needed help. He knew some women were really touchy about the whole 'I can manage perfectly well on my own, you sexist pig' thing. Still, he felt awkward just stood there doing nothing...
Oz winced at the mention of changing into something. When he found out, he spent all day trying to grapple with the thought and being physically sick.
"Yeah, thats crap. Nothing like a bit of false hope before they mutate you," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Mine was a rehabilitation centre for addicts."
He bent down to pick up the dustpan, to save her the trouble again and slowly emptied the shards into the bin.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:58 pm
The woman smiled,
"Thanks," she said. Since her accident, she'd gotten much more used to letting people help her out with stuff. Sometimes, it just wasn't possible for her to do it herself.
"Addicts, huh? Please tell me you're not another one of those druggies that seem to be running rampant around the island?" Well, not exactly rampant, but she'd seen at least a couple of Islanders she was pretty sure had more than a few interesting items in their system.
...not that she blamed them. The reality of the situation was a little hard to cope with, though she had reached a sort of mindless numbness about it at this point. Nothing had changed yet...maybe nothing would.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 6:08 pm
"Drugs? Lord no! I never really had access to the junk, even at university. Not many addicts attend Oxford," he smirked at the thought of a medical student shooting up.
"No, I'm afraid alcohol is my affliction," he said light-heartedly, but he took the addiction very seriosuly. He just never wanted to burden others with his problems.
Neatly placing the pan to one side and propping the brush against a wall, he too propped himself against a wall, for the support. He had a lot of weight to carry. His left leg twitched slightly, but he ignored it for now. It wasn't polite to curse in company.
"I've woken up in far too many tutu's to keep drinking now," he laughed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 6:16 pm
The woman blinked. Wow. Having to give up alcohol was definitely something she couldn't ever imagine in her own life. Not that she was an alcoholic-- she only drank socially and to get tipsy, but she still enjoyed it too much to just quit.
Besides, sober Karaoke was only like 25% of the fun of drunken karaoke.
"Well, that sucks. I'll try to keep that in mind-- no drinks for the big guy," she grinned at him. Hopefully she'd remember it in the future.
She moved the trash bin back where it beloned and settled the broom and dustpan by the door so that she'd remember to send them off with Oz.
"Want some breakfast, since you're up anyhow? Or are you anxious to get back to slumberland?" she asked, making her way back over to the sink. Well, at least there weren't any dishes in it anymore, so she didn't look like a -total- slob.
"If you want, you can make yourself comfy."
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 6:31 pm
"Heh, once I'm awake, I'm awake. Nothing will send me back to sleep until nightfall," he said, hopping up onto the counter. "And since you're offering - yes please!"
He chuckled and wiggled his legs, like a little kid does when they get to sit on the counter. The detox diet had very boring breakfasts, and the cafeteria was no help either.
"Need a hand with anything?" he offered.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 6:37 pm
She shook her head,
"Nah, just sit there and look cute," she waved a finger at him,
"I can manage a kitchen, at least."
She rummaged around in her cabinets, looking for something that might be somewhat appetizing to someone who didn't necessarily share her dietary views and yet would still be healthy enough for her to eat as well.
"What kinds of fruit do you like?" she asked. She could make some juice, and possibly some pancakes. The pancake mix she'd ordered wasn't the most healthy, but that'd be okay. Possibly put a fruit compote...ooh that was sounding better by the moment. And definitely granola,
"And do pancakes sound allright? If you want chocolate chips or something crazy like that, I'll hope you have some in your place. It's all healthy here. I can put some blueberries or something on it, though, if you like. I'm having peach and granola myself."
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:43 am
"Peh, me? Cute? Not since this," he said, and tapped his nose. He'd grown used to his deformity that he could barely remember what his nose looked when before the accident. His parents probably had photos somewhere though.
He looked down at his feet, wiggling his toes and loosening up his feet. Right in the corner of his vision was the constant reminder of his miserable life - the scarred left knee. He'd tried to learn to ignore it, think of it as just one of multitude of smaller scars from rugby spikes.
"Pancakes sound great! I haven't had those in a while. If you have any bananas, they're part of my diet, they should be fine," he said enthusiastically. Then he hesitated with his next utterance.
"What is granola?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:50 am
She smiled,
"Well, I think it's cute anyhow. It gives you character-- and that's something that can be hard to come by these days."
She pulled some fresh (okay, bought a few days ago, but still relatively fresh!) peaches and bananas out of the refrigerator, setting them on a glass chopping plate and then reached up to grab the pancake mix out of the higher cabinets,
"Granola is a bit like..." she paused a minute, trying to decide how to describe it, "Have you ever had a granola bar, when you were a kid?"
The little vietnamese woman got out all the various measuring cups and spoons she'd need and quickly set to work with the pancake batter and the pan to put it all on as soon as it was mixed.
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