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 Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 3:06 pm
Despite the ordeal with Awen a couple days ago, Bobby was in pretty good spirits once again. That was one nice thing about the pig's attitude issues... it takes a lot to anger her, and her tempers don't last very long. Her memory was pretty good, and she could hold grudges, but that was about it.
So, on this day, Bobby filled her usual basket and went for a little walk out of the village. Recently, she'd been working on her active fear of bodies of water. She still wouldn't go to the ocean, but the lake... now... the lake would be safe. The pig had overcome the river, and now she needed to move on to something larger.
The pig reached the lake. She still lurked a little further behind, wary of those steps that would take her further. Instead, Bobby stood to survey the water. At least there weren't any waves here.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 3:32 pm
As Bobby moved along the bank of the lake, not too far away was the familiar black flat rocks of Billy's home. Of course Bobby wouldn't have known that's what it was, the only thing marking it as anything but just another part of the scenery being the strange sticks shoved into the rocks to hold up what appeared to be a rather old, well worn backpack hanging from them. Someone had left it there for some unknown reason.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 3:48 pm
Bobby was just about to walk closer to the shore when something caught her eye. It looked so completely out of place. Overall, the lake seemed untouched by, er... man. There, however, was something that didn't make sense. Her curiousity got the better of her. Slowly, and surprisingly quietly, the pig made her way to further investigate. Bobby went into a kind of tunnel vision, for she didn't see the color that was also nearby.
Without a paused, the pig reached the area. She didn't even notice the water that came up to her ankles as she stepped into the shallow area. As Bobby took another step, water sloshed around her wide feet and lower legs. The pig reached out with her hooved hands. What was a backpack doing here? A low snort and grunt escaped her throat without her notice, thought she didn't feel the need to keep it in.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 3:54 pm
The bottom of the bag was heavy, as though there was some sort of heavy box inside, but cusioned as though clothing was layered on top. The front pouch was unzipped, forgotten paperwork sticking out- what looked like a passport, slightly muddled by any rain that had seeped through the bag, and other miscellanious.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 4:01 pm
The woman awkwardly fiddled with the backpack, the basket still hanging off one of her arms. The papers held some interest. She leafed through them, leaving them in the zipped pouch. She didn't quite trust what was left of her fingers. Even if she did manage to get the paper out, Bobby wasn't so sure she'd be able to hold on to them or put them back. She barely looked at the passport, just noticing that it was Irish in origin.
Bobby poked the main portion of the bag. Glad there was no weapon or bomb in there -some habits die hard, the woman toyed with the zipper. She was having quite a bit of trouble as she snorted with frustration. "Stupid... zipper!" Bobby growled to herself.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 4:21 pm
Billy had been trying to lay low, but he distantly heard feet splashing into the surface of the water, and a glance towards his rock instantly showed indeed a pair of hooved feet standing near his things... what did she think she was doing?? His tentacles had thickened and grown durring his last change, and he had had to gnaw the remant of his severed arm that Sid had bitten from him clear off. The changes had thankfully excellerated his regeneration, but his right arm remained a boneless, tentacled stump ending just a foot below his webbing. Slowly, clumsily for he still wasn't practiced enough with his changed limbs to hold the same grace he might have had underwater befor, he crawled towards the shallows. His spiny fin pierced the water befor his head, water streaming from his ear-like mantle cavity as he suckled in air into his shrunken lungs.
"Wha'... d'y'tink... yer doin'...?" He weased. Smaller lungs meant a quieter voice, breathy and straigned and broken by a need for more frequent breaths, quite unlike his boisterous shouts he had always been so famous for.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 4:34 pm
Bobby was so obsorbed with the zipper, she didn't hear the watery approach. She finally had it open about three inches when the pig picked up the sound of.... a voice?
With a jump, Bobby turned around. Her hooves were too slick on the smooth black rock, and with her quick movement, she went down, down. The pig landed on her swollen rear with a loud splash. Usually, in so shallow waters it wouldn't have been noticeable; but, with her enlarged surface area the water flew. And it wasn't the only thing. As Bobby fell, her arms crushed the poor wicker basket. Splinters and food went flying as well, mixing with the water to broaden the radius of falling debris.
The woman was sat where she was for a moment, shocked not only by her surprise and fall, but also at the... being she now looked at. Food and water clung to her fur, but she didn't notice. It was then that Bobby noticed the tentacles.... and there was only one person on the Island that she knew with tentactles. Immediately, her shocked expression turned to anger as the memories came back to her. John, lying on the ground where he fell, blood pooling beneath as his killer ran away frantically. And the killer....
"Billy," Bobby growled threatening from behind her bottom canines as she ground her teeth together. The pain from her bum and arms only intensified her rage.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 4:53 pm
Billy's expression hardened at the sight of the pig. That WOMAN! It had been a long while, but the last time he spoke to her, she had literally crapped on his doorstep. Right there. While he was watching. And when they had first met, she had tried to rip his tentacle off. What was her problem with him, anyway? He gave a low hiss as he crawled towards his bag. His skin was splotched with the browns and greys of the bottom of the lake, and his fin was trembling in his quiet frustration. His body still ached from the recent transformation. He didnt' need her trying to gore him with those tusks. "Listen.... Pig... I aint... in th'mood... fer yer bullshite t'day...." He panted, his enunsiation even worse than usual. He hadn't had much practice speaking with the beak either.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 5:03 pm
Bobby didn't have any troubles understanding Billy's speech. The pig picked it up, and the woman inside picked up the words. After growing up in New York City, she had no problem with accents or simply bad speech. Her fury flashed deeper, "I don't care if you are in the mood or not!" She spat out the words so hard the water that clung to her nose shot in all directions. The pig didn't even blink as some of that water went into her eyes.
A grumbling started in her throat and sounded whenever she took a breath. Bobby awkwardly turned to try and get back on her feet, hooves, whatever! After two attempts, she still couldn't get up, which just frustrated the woman even more. Throwing her hooved hands in the air, Bobby pushed off and instead kneeled with her hands bracing the top of her body.
The pig stood on her four limbs between Billy and the bag he tried to get to. She hadn't meant to blocked him from the backpack, but instead was simply trying to get in his face. Bobby wanted to punch him in the face but not only were her hands crucial in keeping her upright but she couldn't even ball them into a fist anymore. Her teeth flashed and the pig yelled, all her pent up rage and anger sounded in her voice, "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" After adding a few choice words, the pig stared down the octupus.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 5:14 pm
"Jes'... leave me t'ings alone... alrigh'...?" He grunted. On one hand, his octopussian territorial nature was flairing and snapping and snarling, wanting to chase this intruder from his rock, strangle and ink and squeeze, but his Billy nature was currently not quite in the mood for anything. He wanted to continue to sulk in the bottom of the lake, morne the loss of his hair, his hands, his fingers, his lips, his legs.... his human self.... He was feeling numb. He was angry as sin at Sid, but that would pass. s**t happened and the tentacle would grow back, but s**t it had hurt!
"Wha'... th'hell's yer problem wit' me... anyway?" He panted, coloration splotching with his more usual grey-violet in a subtle wave of change. "Been... bloody ou'... t'get me... since th'star'...!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 5:23 pm
Bobby didn't even look back at the backpack, not like she had the least amount of interest in it. Nor did she put two and two together that the pack might be his. Even knowing that he could very well spit on him again, the pig didn't back down for one moment.
"What's my problem? MY PROBLEM? I'm turning into a PIG!!!! YOU are the very reason I am even here. If it wasn't for you, I'd be home with my family right now, probably enjoying a very large turkey dinner and spending time with my kids." The pig didn't know what day it was, only that it was after Halloween.
"If it wasn't for you, my partner would still be alive." Bobby still had nightmares of John. "If it wasn't for you..." She had to take a breath. As she exhaled, a piggish squeal sounded from her outburst. The sound only made her more mad for it proved everything she said. The pig tried to bore holes into his soft, unprotected skull with her eyes. "You ruined my LIFE!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:52 pm
"Me..?" He gasped and woudl have shouted it if he had had the lung capasity, but instead, his voice remained strained and quiet, "How the.... bloody hell's it... got t'do wit' me, ...y'daft woman!?'
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 7:02 pm
Bobby was slightly aghast, was it possible he didn't remember? Of course, she knew... it was the turning part of the life she had loves so much. But, that idea made her all the more mad. Deep down, she wondered if it was possible for more rage to flow through her. "I'm daft? It seems you cannot even remember!"
The pig inched forward until she was face to face with the Octopus. Only a few inches separated her protruding nose from his... leftover of a nose. Their eyes were level.
"Criminal. Murderer... You. Shot. My. Partner." Bobby said it slowly. How... something had to register in that small mind of his.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 7:30 pm
"I din' shoo' no-" He trailed off, hairless brows furrowing befor he slithered back, "Yer' tha'... copper! Back in.... th'states! How th'feck did... " His eyes widened even further as his mouth suddenly twisted into a terrible grin about his beak, flashing his mutated remnant teeth, "Y'bloody.... followed me here??... How bloody stupid can y'be??"
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 7:37 pm
Bobby was satisfied when he remembered... until he smiled and called her stupid. Her lip curled in a threatening snarl, exposing one of her tusks always the way. "I didn't bloody follow you anywhere! I was chasing you. You were... are... a criminal and a murderer. Justice was supposed to be served." She was NOT going to mention she was knocked unconscious by a box.... or that the Island was any justice she approved of -especially since she was turned too!
"Not only that, but you killed my lo-partner. No way was I going to let you get away... not if I could take you down myself." Her voice shook with emotion, and she kept it low and as menacing as she could manage. Thankfully, no squeals, grunts, snorts, or anything of the sort happened to ruin the effect she was going for.
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