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 Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 5:20 pm
Richard had settled into a pattern on the island. Alterating between a rightous drive to do something, anything, to improve the islander's lot or advance an escape plan and wanting to just pretend the island was an odd retirement community where the labs didn't exist. Today was the former.
Richard sat by the side of the river under a shady tree. He was wearing flip flops, red shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt with holes cut in it for his various extra appendages. He had a wide brimmed hat on creating an effect of a mutated and elderly Huck Finn. His tackle box was open next to him and the bobber floated lazly in the river in front of him.
Then... the bobber dived under the water. At first Richard didn't believe his eyes. Then he snapped back to reality and jerked his fishing rod upwards, snaring an unfortunate fish on the end of the line.
Richard pulled and started to reel in the fish. He had caught something! Finally!
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 5:33 pm
Likewise, durring his recent time on the island, The octopus had fallen into his own rythms. When he wasn't pressing his boys to urge along his project, he spent the majority of the rest of his time hunting. He hated how limited his crippled body had become on dry land, and the cafeteria was too much of a trek for him to make to be worth it without a landing spot like Sid's bathtub. Underwater, though, things were different. He couldn't completely rely on his gills to stay under constantly, but for hours at a time he was a bird. Hunting for fish seemed natural enough. He'd find a nice spot and burry himself in and practice blending his colors properly untill the little buggers came within grabbing range.
Generally, it went well, but Billy wasn't completely an octopus, and his patience wasn't quite able to hold on long enough to keep this tactic for very long. Usually, he ended up becoming frustrated and dart about the water trying to catch whatever he could get his tentacles on.
He was growing tired, about to return to his rock for the afternoon when a fish suddenly flashed in front of him. Startled at first, Billy made a wild grab for it, and his suckers snagged themselves on slimy scales. Success! Strangely, though, despite being thouroughly snared and entangled with a hefty tentacle, the fish kept pulling as though it were snagged on something else altogether the cepholopodian man couldn't spot. With a grunt, he flexed his tentacles to try to tug back.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 5:43 pm
Richard was caught off guard when the fish appeared to find a surprised reserve of strength. The rod almost slipped from his meaty hand but he managed to catch it by the reel. The line zipped out from the rod with a whizzing sound before he adjusted his grip and engauged the brake, reeled in the slack and pulled with both hands.
This was Richard's first bite all morning. Like hell he was going to let this little monster of a fish get away!
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 5:47 pm
Oh HO! It was going to play like that, eh? The octopus man was starving! To top it all, this was his first real bite all morning! His tentalces spread, finding the line as he let himself be dragged through the water, mouth clamped down on the fish feircly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 5:55 pm
Richard's shoulder was beginning to hurt but he ignored it the adrenaline rush that came with fighting with what ever it was under that water. He thought he saw a large shadow in the murky water which only caused him to double his efforts. Was there sturgon in this river? He worked the crank as hard as he could, bringing Billy closer to the surface of the water.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 5:57 pm
Billy was busy ripping the flesh off of the sides of the fish hungrilly, spitting shattered bones and dribbling pruple innards as his head broke the water, his tentacles still wound around the line.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 6:05 pm
It was... the Octopus guy. Richard eyes bugged, had he hooked the miserable b*****d? Then he saw the fish that Billy was rapidly gutting.
Richard blinked and then his brows lowered "You theif! That was my fish!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 6:09 pm
Billy coughed and sputtered, hungrilly ripping at the remaining meat while trying to clear his lungs enough to snarl out in a choked voice, "I founni' fers', y'ol' b*****d!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 6:21 pm
Richard gave a little tug with the rod. "I highly doubt that it got hooked after your tentacles grabbed it!" Richard knew has being a bit childish but well it was the princible the thing. "You just ate my first catch of the day." Richard huffed and looking indigent.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 6:24 pm
"An' y'jes' caught me fers' meal o' th'day!" Billy grunted, snatching another mouthfull with his beak-like teeth befor he let go of the snagged fishhead and maimed spinal collum and tail to be reeled in, "There, I'll split it wit' ye."
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 6:33 pm
"Hmpf." Richard reeled in the remaineder of the line and shot Billy a look of digust and then turned it to the mangled fish hanging from his line. "That's real sporting of ya." He shifted his rod so he could extract the hook. "What's your name? Or should I just call you Octy."
Richard figured he was far enough on the bank not to worry about octopus pulling him into the water again. Still, he wish he remembered where he had left his cane.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 6:36 pm
Billy picked at the fish flesh still stuck between his mutated teeth as he bobbed in the water a comfortable distance away, "An' who's askin', e'zactly?" The silver deactivated collar around his neck looked as though it were beginning to grow it's own little coat of algea.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 6:48 pm
Richard considered being civil, let by gones be begones. But then again, this slimey shell of a man had dunked him underwater, accused him of being a theif and now had stolen his fish.
Richard picked up a small stone that had been laying near him and tossed it up and down a couple times before looking back to Billy. "Well lets see if I can put this in langauge you can understand. You've got your rock you see. And this here is my fishing spot. So what's your name Octy?" Richard sneered abit.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 6:54 pm
"Y'got yer bloody legs, Gran'dad," He grunted back, snickering sourly to himself, "Why don' y'go eat wit' th'other normies? Or the cafe too fancy fer ye an yer human hands?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 7:06 pm
Richard hadn't even intended to kill what he caught. He had no way to cook it. Catch and release had been his intention. There were nobody else on the island that fished with rods to compete againist that he knew of.
"Eat? I'm just trying to have nice relaxing day. It was going fine until you showed up."
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