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 Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:00 pm
Bing- 25%, Again.
Bing yawned as he got up. He still had his regular guise on, ruined shirt, kahkis, all that sort of stuff. He didn't quite ask for any clothes yet, it was uncomfortable to ask a guy sprouting horns if he had a extra shirt he could borrow.
Bing went through the door to the bathroom. For a island that doomed all of it's residents to a life of a labrotory guinea pig, their housing was... Good.
He looked in the mirror to see a pair of little tan ears wave at him. It was hard to believe they were his. He scratched the back of his neck, feeling the little microchip that he had been told controled everyone. Bing thought for a moment, and turned around. If it was a microchip, maybe he could play with it, he has experience with those things, it was his (Former) job. He turned his head around and strained to take a good look at the chip. It was small, like most microchips were, and a little blue.
Wait a second.
"No ******** way."
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:39 pm
Madeline - 50%
Madeline had been finding life in the duplexes frustratingly confining, especially after her latest change. Tree kangaroos were designed for life in the open, leaping great distances from tree to tree, not being trapped in a small stuffy box. She pulled on a short sleeveless top that revealed her newly formed, if underdeveloped, pouch as well as the brown fur that covered her body. Her tail nearly touched the ground and was covered in short golden fur, the same colour as the fur on her forearms and the tips of her ears.
A stroll through the duplex compound should help to alleviate her restlessness, Madeline thought.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:59 pm
Bing shook as he left the bathroom, he took a mug of coffee from the table and sipped it, his shaking hands spilling a bit of the warm drink.
"Th- those bastards...." he muttered darkly, still shaken from the shock "H- How can they think they can do this to people?"
He couldn't believe it, the chips that everyone had were from the exact same company he worked for. Even more wierd, it was him, mister chief engineer of the "Shocker" Project that helped design it. The chip was made for zoo animals, not human beings! He wondered how a place as twisted as this got a hold of them.
He had to tell someone, but not just anyone, somebody could get pissed at him for making the things in the first place. And getting brutalized in a angry mob of animal people was not how he wanted to start the day.
Bing burst out of his duplex, he had to get a closer look, and a mirror wouldn't cut it.
That meant finding someone.
He went up to Madeline's duplex and knocked on the door, that one being the first one he saw.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 7:05 pm
Having just made the decision to go on her walk, Madeline was startled by the knock on her door. She was fortunatly fully clothed, as the growth of her fur coat led Madeline to abandon clothing in favour of a respite from the brutal heat. She straightened her shirt and cautiously opened the door.
"Oh, hello...What can I do for you?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 7:13 pm
"Ah, Hi." Bing let out in a breath, trying his best to put on a smile.
Great, how am I going to get her to turn around? He thought, Lets just see if she would.
"This might sound a little strange, but, uh, could you turn around for a second?" He said, really hoping he didn't sound like a pervert or anything like that. That was the last thing he would want.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 7:24 pm
Madeline didn't fail to notice the somewhat forced smile on her breathless visitor's face. Her ears perked at his request and her eyes quickly darted to his hands to check for dangerous claws or a weapon. Not that he seemed very threatening, but it was force of habit for Madeline to be a bit suspicious, especially since becoming more animal and feeling the pull of instinct.
"Uh, first things first. Hi, I'm Madeline," she held out her hand, careful to keep her claws from causing damage.
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