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 Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 10:06 pm
[Roxie, 25%. Location: By the lake.]
How long had it been? Four seconds, four minutes or four hours? Hell, even four days? Honey orbs looked around the foliage around her. Nothing but green….green…dark green…and oh look! A splash--literally--of blue from the lake. It seemed quiet enough, at least silent for now for her to think. But what was there to think about? Thinking of home made her nostalgic and a bit depressed, thinking of food made her sick, thinking of ballet made her morose…then what was there to think about? How wonderful life was when in fact it wasn’t? Or perhaps she should think of rainbows and butterflies and how magical this particular setting could be.
Fat chance.
Somehow she had wondered into the lake area with nothing on her but her tattered clothing. Last night she changed, twenty-five percent…big, woohoo. Her neck was still sore, it felt as though someone hooked her neck and stretched it for a couple of centimeters. The coloring of her skin was different now, her neck and shoulders were a light pearl grey. The rest of her light tan pigmentation from her face, forearms hands, fingers and midriff turned pale. A small red bald spot was on her forehead, creating something of a widow’s peak. Her upper lip harden and reshapped to appear like the tiny tip of a beak. Thankfully nothing else from the waist down had changed, it would’ve been too painful. At least not as painful as the scattered spots of feathers along her arms.
“Life is a b***h.” She mumbled to herself, sliding down the trunk of a tree to sit down on the floor of the earth. Slowly she drew her legs in to wrap her arms around her knees, honey orbs wandering over to the water and imagined a time when she danced Swan Lake as one of those swan-turned-human girls on a lake that almost like the one she saw before her. Minus the fact it was stage and the lake was created by blue lighting…funny. She played the part of an animal turning human and now she was a human turning into an animal.
How funny fate can be at times.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 5:47 pm
(Cecil: 25%- Northern Mockingbird)
The sound of a flute echoed through the shore of the lake. Cecil was practicing, perched on a large branch over the water of the lake. The flute was twittering in a high pitch. The acoustics of a lake were amazing, it was so open. He expected the trees to absorb most of the sound, but it was like playing on a stage, just more... Echo-y.
The beak wasn't in the way just yet, he still could use his flute, it wasn't to the point where it's hardened and become his mouth yet. Best to enjoy playing his instrument the normal way now before having to resort to some new way to do it, and he was working on that, not willing to let go of his passion for the flute because of a beak and a few feathers. His sweater was altered to accomadate his bald wings. He just ignored them, though the weight on his back wasn't hard to miss, or the soreness in his shoulders, verrrry hard to ignore. Cecil frowned, as the extension of his nose got in the way with one of the silver levers on the flute. The insturment squeaked.
Bleh, he was going to need to get a new flute at the rate he was playing.
He stopped for a while, and looked to the lake. There was a figure in what seemed to be shreds of clothing. This wasn't anything new for Cecil, he's been in the bad parts of the city. This figure also seemed to have feathers. Cecil pulled his sleeve and looked at his own arm, there were a few grey spots on his skin as well, but he's hid them well in the sleeves of his sweater. It seems like she was going through the same hell as himself.
Cecil played a fleeting scale on his flute, translated, if you asked him, as a greeting.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 11:06 pm
In her state of moping around and indulging in self-pity did the crane girl miss the sounds of a melodious flute when she first got to the lake. But by some luck she now heard a fleeting scale played on air. Could someone else be with her? Highly possible since anyone on the island could be turned literally into anything. Still, she didn’t want anyone to see her in the form she had taken. Hunching over to bring her knees closer to her chest did she await to hear anymore notes to play about the air. However a small bubble of curiosity rose in the girl--a trait from the crane perhaps? In her little curled up form she managed to make a barely audible, “Hello?”
Maybe she could play it off like a trick of the mind. Or maybe she was going nuts and the first step of that was hearing random music. Soon the voices would come and then…well not a pretty picture being painted in her head needless to say. However the simple hello didn’t satisfy the curiosity dwelling in her body. Bringing her head up a little so her eyes could better see the surroundings around her did she try again. “Is anyone there?” This time her voice was a bit louder.
Still that wasn’t enough to soothe the new part of her, that damn curiosity wanted to find out now where the sound came from, if anyone else was around and of course to wander around a bit longer. Roxie shook her head, trying to drive the sin of curiosity away. She wouldn’t go looking for trouble, she wouldn’t look for the source of the sound and nor would she go off into an area alone where she could possibly be killed. Or worse…eaten.
Hopefully no one would be hungry right now…or feel the urge to see if crane tasted the same as chicken.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 8:03 am
Another musical answer from Cecil's flute, by the way it sounded, it seemed to say, "Come here!". He was curious to see the feathered girl, being in the same problem he was in, except she didn't have wings on her back, which was strange, he thought that something would develop there as well. Cecil felt a little uneasy as the girl got closer, it felt like that she was invading his spot, like a general who's country was under attack. He tried to wipe that feeling off, and he sort of did, he didn't do anything that would drive her away, but that feeling was still there.
Instincts may be strong, but curiousity conquers all.
He played a song, it drifted back and forth on the scale, with a ghosty, "Follow my voice..." rhythm.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 1:55 pm
Follow the sound… Her mind whispered, trying to coax the girl to leave her little comfortable spot to locate the sound. Apparently the player--she assumed it was someone, or something playing the sweet music--wanted her to com. Try as hard as she could the curiosity kept growing. You used to love music like this and the dance steps that followed. Again her mind tempted her, seducing the girl with the thing she loved to do, ballet. There were so many times in her life all Roxie would do was sit down with classical music flowing out of her stereo and day dream on end just how the chorography would go.
Her orbs slowly closed, letting the sounds of the instrument posses her body. Slowly she rose from her sitting position, straightening her posture as her feet placed themselves in forth position. Just by taking on that simple yet elegant position from years of ballet did Roxie feel as though she was back home. Like the music was bringing her back to the stages of New York. Letting her arms go back a little did some of her feathers spread out a little, enough for the light breeze of wind to comb over each piece of plumage. Honey orbs opened, glossy from the magical properties in the music. A small smile graced her lips, the petite body moving on its own to the source of the music. Each step she took radiant an air of grace and serenity.
Taking that last step to where she thought the sound was coming from did she twirl twice on her right leg. Her arms were in front of her chest, elbows bending a little to create a oval space between her arms and chest. After the second twirl did she stop, her left leg moving back in a circular motion to be in back of her right leg. Bending her knees a little did her arms slowly move away from her chest and slowly came down to her sides--just like a bird when it closes its wings. Roxie’s dance came to an end and now after her little performance would the mysterious player reveal themselves to her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 5:52 pm
Cecil played, and watched, and played some more.
She danced. Well, duh, she danced, she seemed like she's been practicing, it was apparent that the girl had a passion for it. It was like watching a dancer in New York, and none of those stupid Radio City Rockettes tourists went to see, it was more like those ballerinas that you see in the more artsy parts.
Cecil had to snap out of it and remembered he was still playing at one point. The girl seemed so graceful. Maybe it was an avian to avian thing, but he liked her already. He tried to wipe that feeling out too, it turned out to be the same as the instinct before it, the feeling was there, but not as strong. Cecil ended, and she did the same.
He put his flute against the trunk of the tree and picked up his scarf that had been hanging on the large branch he's been sitting on all this time. Cecil wrapped around the scarf hastily around his neck, hiding his embarassing "Condition" (The one that wasn't Island born)
Then he clapped, more, applauded for the girl, getting her attention. His flute, unknown to him, dropped from the branch with a thud.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 9:57 pm
Applause, yes she recalled hearing many back home. The audience throwing roses to the stage for the main star of supporting casts--like her. But now there was only applause for her, no one else on the grassy stage. Roxie bent her knees again, the ballet equivalent of a bow. However the illusion ended hearing a thud, what fell to the ground? It was small that was for sure, otherwise the sound would’ve been more hollow. Snapping out of her daze did her head bow down to see what exactly had fallen. Stepping over to the trunk of the tree did she bend down. There in the grass was a flute,, the one she had heard this entire time.
Gingerly her fingers picked up the marvelous instrument, only to step back and look up to see if the owner could very well be stuck up a tree. The first thing to come to her mind was a cat, after all they got stuck up in tree’s all the time, right? Followed by a small twinge of fear, cats also ate birds which was what Roxie would turn into. However, honey orbs saw just who was playing…another islander like her. Except…well from where she could see the person, they were turning into a winged creature too.
For a moment she briefly wondered what species before she shook away such thoughts. “I think this is yours…the music was very good.” She said showing the flute in her hands, awaiting for the person to either say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and possibly come down from such a height.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 11:56 am
Where'd his flute go?
Cecil looked around, left to right, then at the ground. Must've dropped. The girl was holding it. He waved to her. The musician walked across the branch, keeping his balance with his arms out. He gingerly went down the tree, remembering the branches he took to get on.
He finally dropped down from the tree and took out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket, Cecil wrote a few words down and showed them to her,
Thanks! ^^ You dance pretty well yourself. He smiled.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 1:42 pm
She found the musician, apparently he was in a tree. Honey orbs watched patiently for him to carefully climb down. From her view the young woman couldn’t tell just what animal the person was crossed with but she thought he would at least jump down from the branch…then again the tree limb itself was pretty high up. Now as he came down closer Roxie began to feel embarrassed for dancing to his music--but more so because of her current appearance. Then again she was on an island where everyone looked different from start to their animalistic finish.
Finally he came down and she could tell he was turning into a feathered creature to, not a crane though. He didn’t appear white washed like she or have a red dot of a widow’s peak on his head. Nervousness slithered into her body, thinking maybe it was a better idea to just leave the floor on the ground and leave him to pick it up. But no! That would be extremely rude…and besides it was too late. He was right in front of her and instead of saying a few words…he wrote them out on a piece of paper.
Okay…so perhaps this guy was a mute…or just lost his tonsils….great.
Roxie’s gaze averted to the ground reading the compliment, she was trying to be humble about her dancing abilities. After all those who boast around how great they were usually ended up falling flat on their faces. A soft smile graced her lips as she meekly looked back up and offered the person his flute. “Thanks…and you’re welcome. Uh…I’m Roxie…nice to meet you.” A lame introduction but it would’ve felt kindda weird to ask for his name and not give her own.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 4:26 pm
Cecil took the flute and put it underneath his arm. He wrote in his notebook,
Name's Cecil, nice to meet you too.
He took a look at the dancer. She definately had feathers, but, as he saw before, no wings. Cecil didn't stare, at least, he tried not to. His eyes scored a few glances, especially that red part of her head. He wondered what she was changing into, it was obviously something Cecil hasn't seen before. There was a awkward pause. The mute scribbled in his book again.
So, I guess we've already got something in common, huh? Cecil pulled one of his sleeves, showing a small development of feathers.
Great conversation starter right there. The pause was less uncomfortable than bringing that up.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 4:50 pm
Again he scribbled down his response, convincing Roxie he was indeed a mute. There weren’t many people these days with his…condition but she thought things such as becoming mute could be prevent when the child was still in the womb. Again she wished she had paid more attention in her biology class back in high school days. The crane-girl tried to keep her eyes looking just at Cecil--as she learned his name to be--but then came the awkward silence…
Followed by his eyes glancing at her every now and then. She would’ve sighed if he weren’t around, the girl knew her appearance was…very strange. Though she appeared to be turning into some sort of a bird, the red widow’s peak threw everyone off. If one just ignored the mark then they would assume she was turning into a swan but nope. A crane was the animal chosen for her to change into. And what do you know…Cecil was a turning into a bird as well. Seeing his feathers caused Roxie to blink a few times. He kept them hidden from view? Now just why didn’t she think of that? ‘Because I don’t have a coat or anything long enough o cover my arms…let alone how long my neck has gotten.’ Thought the teen, forcing out a small chuckle.
“Guess we do…It feels weird to have plumage, even though it does feel soft…then again people do use feathers to stuff pillows…and I’m rambling.” She muttered the last part at the end, hoping he didn’t hear her out loud thought.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 5:14 pm
They'd probably make a good bed if we grew enough. Not looking forward to molting though. Cecil gave a shrug and a "Whatever" expression on his face.
God, it felt good to have someone to relate with. Even though everyone on the island has the same problem as he did to one extreme or another. To have someone turning into remotely the same species as you, it gave you something to connect. Now for the question that he's been wanting to ask her...
Where are your wings? He had wrote. Those large bald limbs protrouding from his back flinching around.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 5:47 pm
A light giggle escaped her lips, finding his statement a bit funny. Well there was a nice side to having feathers all over your body. You get to sleep on a fluffy bed that was actually your body. After the notion of molting made her nose wrinkle a little. Her old friend had a small parakeet as a pet and during molting season said friend said it didn’t hurt the bird. It was just a part of nature, instinct. Then again that bird’s ‘instinct’ was biting the handles of its cage and sing ‘Mary had a little lamb’ when someone came through the door.
“I hope the new feathers won’t be as painful as these…” Her right hand light touched her left shoulder decorated with some white feathers. She felt the sensation of having something rubbing her new sense of ‘skin’. It felt strange but then again the entire process was strange and over time Roxie would get use to it. Which was scary in itself, to get use to having feathers, a beak…bird feet and all the trimmings. Reading the question of her absence of wings did honey orbs see the developing wings on Cecil’s back. She winced slightly, imagining how painful the process was.
“My wings…I guess my arms will be wings…” Looking down at her creamy white arm, flexing her fingers a little. Would she be able to hold anything with feathery limbs? Would be able to do some of the most mundane tasks once her transformation was complete? ‘But your arm movements will look even more beautiful.’ Whispered the animal part of her mind…trying to comfort the changing girl.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 5:49 pm
((Ryan, 50%. PLaying around with his personality, same as the other thread. He's excited about turning into an Armadillo. Also specializing his field a bit; birds. Parrots mostly, but still very knowledgable about other species. ^.^))
Ryan walked through the forest, trying to find where that music had come from. His large ears swiveled around, trying to see if he could hear it again. He sniffed the air as well; if there was a person around, he should be able to smell them. Unlike many other islanders at 50%, his snout had grown considerably during his second change, leaving him very alien looking.
The clearing of the trees abruptly ended, leaving him to stumble onto the shore of the lake. Free of the sound dampening affects of the woods, his ears caught the sound of a voice to his right. A couple islanders appeared to be chatting not far from where he was. Making sure the towel around his waist was tied securely, he held on to the towel around his shoulders with one clawed hand and waved with the other. (His changing back made wearing human clothes impossible) "Hey, hello over there!" He started to walk over.
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