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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:22 pm
It's around 4:00 o'clock, in the cafeteria, and it's sweltering outside. Even thoguh it's January, it's really hot and humid out. The air conditioning in the cafeteria is like a magnet to the islanders that aren't ectothermic.
(Ryan 0%)
Ryan sat, munching on a random sandwich. It's a horrible algamation of meats, cheeses, and sauces. He hadn't really paid attention, he had just grabbed whatever looked good. His shirt was a bit sweaty, even after the short walk from his duplex. It was just so damn hot out today.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:31 pm
Nicky-0%-2 days on the island.
Nicky pushes open the cafeteria's door hastily and allows himself the moment of euphoria as the cool air hits his face. He was used to weather like this, coming from New Orleans, but still it didn't make it any easier when he insists on wearing his black suit. He glances around at the one other occupant before heading to the food bar, all the while muttering.
"Goddamnislandsodamnhotdamnit...'n you'd think they'd have decent seafood out here in the goddamnoceandamnit..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:42 pm
From outside the large building Peter could here voices and machines running. Looking around from the shade, he tried to place the foliage. This definitely wasn't the island where he blacked out. The ones with the tranquilizer must have carried him off, but why leave him unguarded in an apartment to wake up in? All of this made no sense. He needed answers. Carefully, he used his backstage techniques to enter the building as quietly as he could.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:49 pm
The string of curses caused Ryan to look up. The guy that walked in was human. That might mean he didn't know. In that case, best to act as though he didn't.
He aslo figured it might not be a good idea to talk to him in the first place, since he seemed in such a bad mood. He quickly went back to his sandwich. As long as the guy didn't start up a conversation, he was going to either. Lost in his meal, he never noticed the other guy enter.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:55 pm
As Nicky perused the various assortment of dishes, his ire just seemed to rise. "And what's with this steak tartar! I swear, they've gotta have goddamn monkies running this place...it's just an uncooked t-bone...*muttermutter*"
Even though he seems irritated by all of this, he nonetheless piles his plate high with red beans and rice, some garlic bread, and a cooked steak. As he goes to put his food down in the vicinity of Ryan's table, he glances at the fellow (not noticing Peter as of yet). With a frown, he looks him over after the initial glance, "You don't look FBI..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 10:08 pm
Peter definitely perked up his ears at the mention of FBI. Is this a government facility? They're not dressed like FBI, but that may be exactly what the man meant; maybe this is a undercover job. But why would they kidnap a club technician of all people? Slowly taking off his Fedora, he attempted to slink to a corner to watch these two.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 10:28 pm
He lloked up at the comment. The guy definitly didn't know the truth, or at least all of it, if he was talking about the FBI. Unless he thought they were coming or something. Either way, it seemed like a good idea to not mention the truth; at least not yet.
"Should I?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught some movement. He glanced over to see someone else taking off their hat. He quickly turbned back to the guy who had spoken.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 10:32 pm
Nicky gave Ryan one more look over before shaking his head and sitting down, noting the creeping Peter in his peripherals. "I suppose not," he mutters out to no one before squirting a few dabs of mustard over his red beans and rice. After a moment though he looks up at the Fedora carrying man.
"And what's your story, buddy? You sure seem sneaky enough."
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:03 pm
Peter startled. "Shouldn't you be telling me? I just woke up with a pounding headache, and this sure as heck isn't one of the Jamaican islands." He gripped his head, grimacing. "Oh boy, what a tranq that was. So is this some sort of poacher's hideout?" As he was speaking he very slowly, but casually walked towards the door.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:20 pm
At the statement from the second guy, Ryan groaned out loud. He was that new to the island? That was just great. At least it sounded like the first guy had been given some story. This guy didn't know anything, not even a lie.
"Your going to wish this was a drug runner hideout. The s**t just hit the fan for you." The poor b*****d.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:31 pm
Nicky glances from one to the other, watching moreso the one inching towards the door, with a small smirk on his face. He casually takes a bite of his food and leans back in his chair. "Poachers, drug runner's hideouts, whack jobs in lab coats, 'n witness protection. Something tells me that myself and our friend with the retro hat there've been had. Which leads the both of us to you."
He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table while staring at Ryan. He still has that hint of a smirk on his face, but his eyes register only a thinly veiled malice. "Y'see...something's ******** with this island...I've noticed it since I first set foot off the chopper. Strange tracks in the dirt roads...way too many duplexes...a lab complex pulled straight from a James Bond flick...and not one goddamn form of Constitutional law...that is, if you don't count the rent-a-cops watching our every move."
"So tell me...what's this s**t composed of that hit the perverbial 'fan?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:55 pm
Alan 50% Donkey (very long, donkey-like ears, fully hooved feet and donkey-like legs, fairly tall, very long face...essentially, he seems very stretched)
Talk about perfect timing. Alan walked into the cafeteria, wearing his now-small polo shirt and long khaki pants despite the heat, his hair sweatily plastered to his forehead and pitstains under his arms. He was hoping that there'd be some sort of ice-thing today--ice cream, soda with ice, even just plain ice in a glass. Although he was trying not to run into anyone after his...incident the day before with one of the new islanders. Something rather embarrassing...something that he wanted to keep quiet.
As he walked in, he was glad to notice there were only three islanders in the cafeteria. Upon closer inspection, however, Alan noticed that all three islanders were unchanged...and one of them was Ryan, the young man from...yesterday.
s**t.
Alan walked past the trio very quickly, trying not to be stopped or noticed.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 12:20 am
Peter was equally staring at Ryan, his back 45 degrees to the door. He smelled something awful, but he assumed it was just the food. Did this other man also appear today?
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 12:57 am
Great, now they were both waiting for answers, and the guy in front of him didn't look to happy, despite his smile. He'd have to break the news to two people at once. Not that they were likely to believe him.
"You're not going to believe me if I tell you. I hardly believe it myself." Just then, Alan walked through the door. Ryan's hand went to his stomach when he saw the donkey-man; it was incredibly sore today, and all Alan did was remind him of it. ((Read 'Out for a walk' to find out what happened between Ryan and Alan)) At least he had some way of proving the truth not. Alan would probably be pissed at him, but using him as en example was the easiest way Ryan could get out of his current situation.
He caught the eye of the guy sitting across from himself, and gave a very slight nod in the direction of Alan. He cleared his throat as he did so.
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