|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:07 pm
Tommy leans back on his bar stool and stares accusingly at the American Robin which sits on a stool next to him in its cage.
The cadet, wearing civilian clothes at the moment, clutches his half empty bourbon and coke in hand. It's pretty obvious that he's a little more than buzzed at the moment. Normally he doesn't like drinking alone...but damn, there's just something about being stuck on an island, awaiting your first transformation, that just gets to you.
"Well, bird, just you 'n me, eh? Yeah, I bet yer just ********' thrilled to see me like this...I bet...ugh.. Goddamn...this is sad...I'm talking to a bird now..."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:24 pm
It was night and Maryke had herself a full day. But the day was not over yet and instead of relaxing in her room she decided to have a few drinks to relax. When she walked up to the beach bar she saw someone that caught her eye. New person, new non changed person. Ah so there was more then just F' in that department. Interesting.
And even more interesting, this guy looked drunk off his a**. And the fact that he was talking to a bird of all things was even more amusing.
"Is this a private party or can I join?" she asked, walking up further.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:31 pm
Tommy blinks a few times and glances over to where Maryke was and his eyes go a bit wide.
.oO(Holy s**t! Someone...normal!)
"Holy s**t! Someone...normal!" (He tends to speak what's on his mind, more often than not, when he's inebriated)
Tommy looks more than a little happy to see Maryke: one, yes, she was normal; and two...well she was more than a little easy on the eyes.
"Yeah, sure come on in. Just me 'n Bird."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:36 pm
She smirked, catching the glances, the widened eyes. She was used to that reaction however so it wasn't a really big deal nor did she bide too much into it. "Well okay then," she remarked stepping up and instantly fixing herself a drink. She chose a straight shot this time, not really caring to mix all the ingredients together for something else.
"So what's your name? New here I presume?" she asked, eyebrow raised.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:39 pm
Tommy realized he was gawking too late, but still tried to fix it by putting on his normal cool (if a bit apathetic looking) exterior.
"Tommy, Tommy Christian," he smirks, "And that's Bird." He nods to his bird as he takes a sip from his glass.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:49 pm
"Tommy and bird," she said, giving them both a little head nod coupled with a smirk. "I'm Maryke," she said finishing her drink and taking a seat next to him. She took a long sip of it and half closed her eyes, enjoying the burnig sensation it brought her chest.
"Been here long?" she asked offhandly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:53 pm
Tommy downs the rest of his glass of poison. He leans his head back in thought.
"Hmmm...jeez...three weeks now I think...just about anyway," he blinks his eyes open and looks to Maryke, "You?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:57 pm
"Well, you've been here a lot longer then me!" She said, almost surprised at the thought. "I've only been here a week....any idea of what you're turning into?" She almost laughed audbily at that question, it really was the conversation starter of choice here.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:02 pm
Tommy searches around for his bottle of bourbon...no...no...ah! Right in front of him...huh
He pours himself another glass, not bothering with the coke this time.
"Well hell, you gotta ask this ******** right here," he says, slightly slurring his speech as he points to the bird, "the good 'ol doc Sabin says it's a," With quote fingers, "clue."
He glances accusingly at the bird again.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:06 pm
"Hmmmm a bird maybe? I have no idea. I don't even know what I'm turning into. I don't want to know until I start seeing some...visible changes....but Sabin's the a*****e that did it to me too, that ******** jerk."
At this the madame downed her drink in one go, then quickly poured herself another one. "I swear if I ever get off this shithole island they're all going to pay.." with each word she seemed to drink more and larger sips in between.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:09 pm
Tommy seemed obviously glad to have a drinking partner tonight, it made this seem so much less sad. He grinned at hell well she handled her drink.
"Yeah...that guy's one sick sonofabitch...but fat chance gettin' any help from the others. Allof'em 'r too scared to do anything 'bout it. s**t, I've mentioned the possibility of maybe trying to escape, 'n they all become nuthin more than a wet noodle, ya know?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:16 pm
"That's exactly what I'm saying!" she agreed, downing yet another drink. She was used to drink hard, even harder then some of the men at times. She'd sure as hell feel it in the morning, but in the moment it never bothed her. Of course with the more alcohol in her, the more she lost her poise. That and her latin genes began to show in the form of a fiery passion. "If enough of us joined in together we'd have to get at least some ******** attention!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:20 pm
Tommy let the hard bourbon slide down his throat. He closed his eyes and shudders some. The US Air Force Academy seems to breed more alcoholics than actual officers. It's no wonder though, with the amount of s**t they have to deal with.
"Maybe...maybe...but nah, more subtle, maybe...you know? Can't let 'em know what yer doin'...well...as little as ya can with the ********' cameras everywhere...then spring! All at once! s**t, if planned right, they'd never see it comin'."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:24 pm
"Yeah that's what I mean," she agreed, starting on her third drink and almost already done with it. "My game is manipulation, we could start something and before those ******** knew it THY'D be the monsters in cages....I mean all I need is one phone call. Just one!" she continued in between sips. The more she drank the more fired up she got.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 11:28 pm
"Well, a'course...a'course...hmmm *shoots down some more bourbon* we'd need an inside man fer that..." he gestures drunkenly with his hands, "...I mean...they gotta talk to the mainland somehow...'n how do they get their supplies? There's gotta be a ship...'r a plane'r somethin..."
The rest of the Bourbon he just downed seems to be hitting Tommy rather hard right about now. His voice slurring more and more.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
