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 Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 6:59 pm
That morning, Newt had woken up bright and early, just like he used to, skipped the shower like he used to, but this time on the grounds of the soap burning his skin. He pulled on his tight undershirt and bottoms befor suiting up in his freshest, cleanest Feral Labs insignia-adorned coveralls with the arms and legs down all the way, as was the uniform specifications, just like he used to, and clipped his old ID badge to the pocket of his jumper, just like he used to. He frowned down at the upside down reminder of who he used to be, but reminded himself what Sabin and Jordan had both reminded him- that was who he was. He sighed, frowning at the sad, amphibious reflection, and had attempted to comb the scraggly remains of his hair, but it was pointless.
The fresh cart filled with supplies was waiting for him on his doorstep, which was both a relief considering the state of his old supplies, as well as a bother since he was on the second floor. With rope and about twenty minute's ingenuity, though, he managed to ease it down the steps with several loud, worrying crashing thumps.
And so, Newt had gone back to work.
He started at the cafeteria, giving the whole room a fresh sweep and a mop befor the nocturnals came in for dinner and the day-turnals came in for breakfast. He was already weary by the time he went to the public bathrooms there, mopping and disinfecting and wiping and toweling untill both male and female sparkled. He heard the sound of people and he wasn't sure if it was the fellow cleaning staff or a hungry islander, but he didn't wish to see either and had quickly hopped off to find something else. He had started to head towards the entertainment room, but caught sight of a few people already inside and therefor pushed the new cart Sabin had been so kind as to give him away from the sounds of voices and towards the laundry room.
Sure enough and to his relief, it was empty, and in need of maintenance desperately. Four of the lint traps had been full of animal fur and lint, and he was quick to empty them out and check each and every one to make sure they were cleaned, as well as looking inside to make sure nothing had been lost or left behind. He was just mopping the floor, when suddenly the light bulb above him flickered and died with a pop. "B-blast!" But hey, more things to do! Surely the labs would forgive him if he kept it up like this! Although he hadn't had time to find anything to eat just yet and was feeling a little wobbly.
Pushing those selfish thoughts from his mind, he hobbled through the darkness to fumble through the contents of his cart before his webbed fingers touched cardboard and glass. Success! He hopped up onto onto of the driers with a loud heavy thunk before wobbling upright to his feet with the fresh bulb held tightly in one hand. These were the moments he didn't mind being tall. Light bulbs were never very difficult. He groped along the ceiling in the darkness, trying to find the socket and then once he had done that, he very carefully started to screw it in.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:10 pm
Lauren had a heap full of laundry to do, dirty clothes that reaked of mongoose pheremones as well as some bed linens. She could hardly carry it all but her long arms with elongated hands was quite a help in that. So was Comet, who pranced along with the bottle of laundry detergent in her mouth.
Lauren looked through the window, someone had turned off the lights. She could see just find however as mongooses are burrow animals. She raised an eyebrow at a frog man in a janitor uniform. "Hey?" She said rather puzzled. Lauren knew some staff had been turned into islanders for misbehaving but as far as she knew, they dropped their previous duties for the luxerious life of a regular islander.
Comet dropped the bottle and barked at the man, wagging her as she ran up to greet him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:17 pm
At the sudden sounds, Newt flinched violently which was not a very smart move to make when he was wobbling on the tip-toes of his large flat digigrade feet. His grip on the light bulb slipped and with a startled cry he went tumbling to the floor with a painful sounding oomph on his round soft froggy belly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:22 pm
As Comet ran up to Newt happily, the frog man fell down. Comet assumed it was some sort of game however and ran up to jump on top of him, licking his froggy skin.
Lauren couldn't help but laugh loudly at the sight. She went to put her laundry on the table, "Now THAT was entertainment." She said as she grabbed some clothes out of her basket and proceeded to throw them into the washer. red and white, hrm they will be fine together right?
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:29 pm
"Ah...! Ah!" Newt gasped, fumbling to crawl backwards away from the dog, shielding his face with an arm from the vicious onslaught of doggy affection, "Ah, g-get... g-get off of me!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:33 pm
Comet listened reluctantly to the command and removed herself from the frog man. She stayed close, sitting her heavily wagging tail down on the tile floor.
"Relax, hey YOU'RE the one that fell down like that making her want to play." Lauren said as she put more clothes in. "Who are you anyway?" She asked. "Why are you even doing that in the first place?" She threw the rest of the load in carelessly and proceeded to put the washer's water on nuculear high.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:40 pm
He winced, a hand to his stomach as he straightened up into his usual froggish crouch with a hand on his bruised stomach, "I..." He swallowed, "KrrKIT!" he glanced over to the dog, his wide frown broadening. "N-no one," He finally managed and sighed as he hopped towards the light switch and flicked it on. His own enormous eyes dilated and clenched shut in the sudden extra light, but he blinked the spots away and hopped back towards his cart with his mop still waiting for him to finish up, sullenly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:46 pm
Lauren looked at him as if he was crazy, "N-No One.... Riiight." She said as she went to put the other load in. She shouldn't care, but for some reason that bug eyed ugly man was bothering her. After she finished shoving the remaining blanket into the washer, Lauren turned around and crossed her arms.
"You have to be SOMEONE!? How in the ******** can you be no one?!" She said irritated. "What kind of ******** up way is that to greet someone trying to be nice?" Lauren put her hands on her hips as she walked closer to the mopping man. The cleaning fluid burnt her sensitive nose. "So why don't you be a real man and tell me your name?" She said in a faux nice soft voice.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:50 pm
He flinched at her harsh language, huddling down to clutch the handle of his mop, eyes quivering as he gave a nervous ribbit, "I... ah..." His eyes darted down to the plastic name tag still clipped to his pocket with it's photo of a black-haired, greasy scarecrow of a man in his mid twenties. The only thing that appeared the same was the Feral Labs Blue jumper, coloring of the eye and those ridiculous teeth. When she spoke softer, he relaxed just enough to croak out, "N-nuh-Newton F-filinas, M-miss." He pursed his lips, straightening up a little, but not rising from his crouch, "C-cus-cus-custodian." He was back to the beginning, but this time, he wouldn't screw it up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:54 pm
Lauren looked down at the tag herself, so he was a screw up the labs threw in with other islanders. She sighed, "Newton... " why did he bug her. Something about him nagged her brain. Or maybe it was just that time. "I'm Lauren." She said reluctantly reaching a paw out for a handshake. "Are they MAKING you clean up?" She probed further. "That just seems like an odd thing. I sure as hell wouldn't choose it."
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:59 pm
Don't listen to the Islanders. They don't know what they're talking about, "It's... it's m-my job," He answered dumbly, fidgeting back self consciously without taking her hand. It was his job, and he had no choice but to do it. He wobbled again with a hungry ribbit, leaning on his mop for support. He wouldn't have chosen it either, but the alternative.... the things left unsaid were what scared him the most.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:06 pm
Oh no he did not!! Lauren thought angrily to herself. "Your job... you mean WAS your job?" She responded. "I'm surprised you still fit into that jumper." She turned around to do more laundry but there was none. Maybe she should leave this pitiful man alone, maybe she should just leave and come back when the laundry was finished. Something was keeping her.
"I'm a labtech." she lied, "MOREAU'S daughter. Maybe if you wanted to keep your job, you would be a bit more nice to your superiors." Lauren smirked a bit as she hoped up onto a non moving washer to sit.
Comet sat and watched the new man. Why is owner so mad? Why man make owner mad? OH what's that? she thought to herself as she pranced over to bark a bit at the washer that just went into spin cycle.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:17 pm
He flinched at the bark of not only the dog but the mongoose as well, huddling backward to straighten just enough to put his mop away, Moreau's daughter? Moreau didn't *have* a daughter. At least as far as he knew, and he figured that was one of those things he would have overheard in the hallways or someplace. "I highly d-d-duh-doubt y-you're a l-labtech," He stammered breezily, "And I'm s-sorry, b-but m-my d-duties are n-no b-business of your's." That said, he used his cart to straighten upright, making it easier to push his cart towards the door. Unfortunately, walking was still a difficult matter, and he kept finding himself springing forward more often than stepping.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:34 pm
Lauren was furious, "AM TOO!" She replied childishly, "You know ******** you, I was just trying to be nice, have some conversation here with a ******** ugly a** toad but no, he's too busy with his make believe duties to even see what's going on around him!!" Lauren started yelling. "God damnit why is everyone but me so ******** in the head!!" She was rather angry all of a sudden and it all just came out.
She saw him go towards the door, "Wait no..where are you going. s**t Newt I didn't mean..." She pounced down from the washer. Something made her not want to loose any connections. Lauren reached out and grabbed his jumper. "WAIT! Don't go. I mean hell I'm sorry if I came off wrong..." Lauren said in a nearly desperate manner.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:46 pm
The more she yelled, the faster he moved to try to escape her, but when she tried to stop him, he indeed paused, trembling not with fear, but with his own frustration, "Y-you... d-don't know any-any-any-anything about it, s-so... so... so... y-you j-just... b-be quiet! KrrKIT!!" That would sure tell her, alright!
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