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 Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:17 am
 Welcome to the duplex of Alexa Drew Summers. Feel free to read to your hearts content, but please refrain from
posting unless you have my permission or are a staff member. Alexa is played by Lesotho if you'd like to
contact her to set up RP or plots.
Thanks, enjoy. heart
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:19 am
___...{Table of Contents}...___
o1. Header/Brief introduction
o2. Table of Contents
o3. Statistics/Cert/Quick information
o4. Background/Means of arrival
o5. Inventory/Playlist
o6. Official development tracker
o7. Duplex #12 information
o8. Encounters
o9. Animal profile: Fossa
1o. Photo and fanart gallery
11. Literature log
12. Player info
13. Credits
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:28 am
___...{Stats/Quick Information}...___
 OOC Information Auction Final price: 9,266,050 g Date of win: 2/4/2007 Post color: small, pink font
IC Information
Name: Alexa Drew Summers
Pronunciation: As expected
Special Meaning: None
Nicknames: Lexa, Drew, Lexy, Lex (Lex and Lexa are only used by Maryke)
Age: 21
Birth date: October 13, 1984
Height: 5' 3"
Eyes: Bluish green with a brown ring around the pupil
Hair Color: Brunette, crimson tips
Weight: 113 lbs
Marital Status: Single
Place of Birth: New York City, NY
Pre-island Education: Highschool diploma, attended UCLA
Pre-island Residence: UCLA campus in Los Angeles, California
Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Prostitute/Student
Family: Mom, Dad, Charlie (deceased)
Vehicle: Crimson 2005 mustang
Favorite Color: Crimson and pink
Favorite Gemstone: Sapphires and diamonds
Favorite Beverage: Anything alcoholic
Theme Song: El Tango de Roxanne - Moulin Rouge
Known Likes: Seduction, sex, biology, fashion
Known Dislikes: Abuse, relationships, police, STDs
Phobias: Drowning, being raped/murdered, her family finding out the truth
Character Appearance: Alexa is a hot commodity. Though her height and weight suggest the appearance of a toothpick, she's filled out in all the right places. Her whole body is toned with lean muscle. Her skin is fair with a hint of freckles at her shoulders. She makes sure to spend time in the sun to maintain a healthy glow. Her hair is light brunette, brushing her shoulderblades in back and angled up to frame her face. At the shortest, it falls just below her cheekbone. She straightens her hair on a regular basis and dyes the tips crimson. Her eyes are dusty blue-green with a brown ring around the pupil. They slant upwards slightly, suggesting the nickname "vixen". Because of this, she doesn't require much make up. Her eyebrows are meticulously crafted. Oftentimes, she quirks one upwards when intrigued. She also has a set of full, pouty lips. The only piercing she exhibits is her belly button. The ring is often silver with pink sapphire (her favorite gemstone). On a whim she got herself a tattoo (a butterfly over her left hipbone).
As far as wardrobe, Alexa is predictable. She enjoys exposing her stomach and cleavage for a tease. Her wardrobe consists of form-fitting tees and blouses, most cut or tied to expose her stomach. As a general rule, she likes low-riding jeans or pants which hug tight at the a** and thighs and flare at the bottom. "Grunge" styles with holes, rips, patches, and frays are her favorite. Her casual wardrobe almost always reveals the straps of her black thong. She loves sandals above any other type of footwear. Being a newly transformed Cali girl, she can't leave home without her sunglasses.
Character Personality: Alexa bears unerasable scars of her past, even after escaping the place she once called home. Her parents undoubtedly had an effect on her. She both loved and hated them, but from them she developed an intense need for the spotlight. She's always been a stubborn, feisty girl. When she knows something is wrong or right, she's not about to back down from a fight to prove it. Being overly passionate has gotten her in trouble in the past. When she gets burned, she stays burned and seeks revenge. She's learned through her experiences that there really isn't much love or innocence in the world. She is surprised when she finds that she is capable of deeper feelings like love and affection, but she is quick to act against those feelings. Not only does she avoid love, but she also toys with people's hearts to spare herself hurt. She is vengeful and snappy when she feels threatened or uncomfortable.
To spite her inner tendancies, she can be civil. When she has to be, she is very pleasant and well-behaved. She was naturally intelligent enough to be put ahead in school, but was too stubborn to allow it. She'd rather be the best in a small pond than equal in a big pool. This is not to say Alexa isn't friendly; she just exudes dominance in everything she does. She excels in sports where any type of aggression is necessary, but also appreciates the finer things in life.
Speaking her mind is not a problem for her, and she is without question a strong character. She is quick-witted and street smart, and knows how to play the game--or so she thinks. Alexa likes to make like things are under control, but in reality she's constantly standing on the edge of something much too deep for her to grasp, on the verge of being consumed. It is possible to out-fox Alexa when she is wrapped in a passionate bout, which has often been taken advantage of.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:30 am
___...{Backgrounds/Means of arrival}...___
(For the full version, click here.) Alexa was born into an upper-middle class family in New York City. Her parents constantly spoiled her rotten, thinking that the best thing a parent could do was give their child nice things. Alexa didn't like that much. She played a lot of sports as a child, and was very competitive. Her favorite sport was soccer. She probably would have been a talented player if she had continued with it. School wise, Alexa was smarter than average. Her parents wanted her to skip a grade or two, but she didn't want to. She liked being on top. She was stubborn and her parents constantly backed down to avoid unpleasant confrontations with their daughter. Alexa had a small ring of close 'friends' who were more like her minions than anything else. When Charlie, Alexa's older brother, decided college wasn't for him and joined the army, Alexa was furious. Just entering high school, she was drawn towards smoking and drinking. She thought her brother was an idiot for joining. She began to lead a double life, good girl by day and bad girl by night. She thought maybe she could tell her brother so he'd come home and try to stop her, but she couldn't do it. She regrets it now, because after her freshman year, her brother was killed in combat. After that, she turned to being promiscuous to solve her problems and help her forget. She craved attention since she was little, and now that she was old enough, she searched for it everywhere. When she became a junior, she started looking into exotic dancing and sexual favors for extra cash to spend on cigarettes and booze. Her parents never found out about her bad habits, or that she was spending her nights somewhere other than a friend’s house. Her parents never really cared for her well being in that sense. At the beginning of senior year, she used her still decent grades to apply to far away schools in hopes to escape her parents, her brother's death, and her other various problems. One night while working the crowd she was pulled aside by Maryke Jimenez, who offered her a 'modeling' job based out of Los Angeles. She had applied to UCLA previously, and was quick to commit. Her parents didn't much care. Now that she was 18, she was on her own in their book, so she left for the opposite coast to meet her fate. She took a couple months to settle in, then called Maryke and met at a bar. The two of them conversed, and Alexa was roped into her high-class prostitution ring. She turned out to be very successful, and Maryke took a liking to her. After being evicted from her dorm, Maryke took her in and let her stay at her loft. Alexa was quickly promoted to Maryke's right-hand woman when Maryke found that Alexa was much better than herself at calculating the finances. However, feelings started to blossom between the two of them. The more strongly Alexa felt about Maryke, the further she pushed away. Maryke was feeling the same thing, and both of them resorted to their vices to clear their heads of thoughts of one another. It became harder and harder to ignore, and finally Maryke snapped, and wanted Alexa out. Maryke had been working a deal with an infamous drug lord, Mark Winters (who was wanted by the FBI) to fuel her habit. Because of this, Maryke broke down in front of Alexa. The two shared a moment of pure need and pleasure, and whispered 'I love you'. It was then that they realized their mistake. It was impossible for them to be together, and both of them were incapable of compassion. Alexa was tossed out onto the streets. Hurt, she made a call to the FBI in a moment of weakness, reporting that Mark Winters and Maryke Jimenez were connected. Unfortunately, by the time she realized what she was doing, it was too late. The FBI was now after Maryke. Maryke was no idiot, and searched for a way out as fast as she could. She found it in an invitation to spend a while on a tropical island. Little did Maryke know, Feral Labs was into dirty dealings. She left without a word to Alexa. After several days, the missing madam didn't turn up and Alexa took over. She was the top of the chain now. Unfortunately for her, the FBI knew that she was second in command below Maryke, and they were now on a manhunt for her. Means of arrival: Before Maryke left for the island, she planted a note in her loft. Alexa, after not seeing the madame for several days, became worried and went to see her, finding only the note. It was short; simply stating Maryke was off to a resort for a few days. However, Alexa became concerned after she dialed her cell only to find that she could not get an answer. Knowing that this was unusual, she assumed that Maryke would not be coming back. Alexa was deeply pained by this, as she was still secretly in love with the older woman. Alexa feared that her madam had been killed, and after several days of brooding decided there was nothing left to do but pick up where she left off. The business had to keep going, afterall. Alexa became the ring leader. Little did she know the FBI had surveillance set up pretty much everywhere Maryke might have gone. The FBI quickly assumed that Alexa was second in command, and it was noted that she took over in her madam's absence. Alexa was then the target for God knows how many legal actions (as Alexa was sure she didn't know everything Maryke had been slipping her fingers into), even though she had no connection with Mark Winters. Panicked, she began to search desperately for a way out. She exhausted most of her hiding places. She was pondering flying back home to New York where she knew she could hide. Then, as if someone had been watching her every move or listening in on her prayers at night, a postcard came. It was not very descriptive, but it was from Maryke. She was sorry and wanted Alexa to come hide with her in this vacation island getaway spot. She felt that Alexa had suffered long enough for her bad deeds. Alexa was beyond relieved. She hopped on a plane which flew her to the southern tip of the US, then got into a helicopter and landed on the island, completely unaware that Aubrey had set up the entire hoax--on Valentine's Day, no less--as part of an elaborate scheme to get back at Maryke for stealing Billy away from her. "Lucky for her, she had talent. Maryke took a liking to her quickly, and Alexa made a fair amount of profit from the generous clients of the upper class. Alexa was quite pleased when she first learned that the people she'd be seeing weren't scum from bars or school like before. They were the top-notch high profile actors, doctors, lawyers... no filth there. It made it that much easier to please, and that much easier to rake in the dough. Soon, she'd gotten herself some nice new things, and her dorm was actually somewhat comfortably livable. However, dorm life wasn't all she thought it would be. Soon, the girls in the dorm next door were up doing God knows what, but keeping her awake. Of course, Alexa was quick to anger and rather than seeing the RA about it, she took matters into her own hands. One fist fight and attempted arson later, Alexa was kicked out into the rain."
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:33 am
___...{Inventory/Playlist}...___
Clothing
Several short t-shirts with different logos
Several pairs of pants which are partially destroyed
Several pairs of shorts of various lengths/fabrics
Several tanks, halters, and other island styles
A few blouses of various colors
Two bikinis
Several pairs of sandals for the beach
A pair of running shoes for the gym
Several pairs of work out short/tank combos
A few long sleeved shirts with various decals
A UCLA hoodie
Several thongs of various styles
Several bras of various styles
Various lingerie
School-girl outfit
Leather outfit
Accessories
Various bracelets
Various shell necklaces
Favorite pair of sunglasses
One silver anklet with pink sapphires
Various belly button rings
A single ring with a pink heart-shaped stone
Necessities
Various toiletries
Nail polishes and removers
BC pills
Make up bag
Bag of 'naughties'
pink iPod nano
Current wardrobe
White zip-up mini hoodie with white island flower
Short ripped jean shorts
Plain black bikini
Sandals with red thong style straps (not shown)
Favorite pair of sunglasses
Current iPod Tunes
"Hate Me" - Blue October for self-loathing SUPREME!
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:50 am
___...{Official development tracker}...___
The day was warm with a pleasant breeze and crystal waters. Looking like my usual self, now used to California so this sort of clothing isn't far from my norm. I love my sunglasses and hoodie!
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:52 am
___...{Duplex #12 information}...___
Alexa's duplex is fixed up a lot more than most other duplexes in order to impress her. Given that Maryke left for the island before her, Alexa suspected that only the best would be offered. Thus, her room was renovated before her arrival to be quite spacious and comfortable. At the entrance, there is a sitting area with a couch and a couple plush chairs. Off to the other side, there is a table with four whicker chairs for dining, topped by a unique lighting fixture hanging from the ceiling. Beyond that is a small kitchen with a bar, which holds a mini fridge among other various cabinets. Through another door, there is a spacious bathroom with a hot-tub type bath, shower in one corner with pull curtain, toilet and large sink with mirror for vanity purposes. From the main room, there is a set of double doors that open up into a bedroom which houses a bed, bookshelf, chair, and nightstands on either side. The room is flooded with light from large windows and sky lights that were installed throughout for extra light and grandeur. Everything within the duplex room appears to be straight from an expensive magazine or show room floor. Alexa likes it just fine.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 11:53 am
___...{Encounters}...___
Current opinions of acquaintences:
Maryke Jimenez: What a FREAK. She thinks she's so smooth acting like that to me, telling me all those lies? Too bad she forgot I've got her figured out. I know she still has feelings for me under all that hideous fur.
Aubrey Lockheart: I got a bad vibe off that beastly pregnant woman when I first saw her. Something was off in her friendly attitude. There must be something going on between her and Maryke that miffed her enough to send me here just to bug my former madam on Valentine's Day.
Newton Filinas: Strange guy turning into a frog. I don't really know why he hides useless information thinking it'll get him into trouble. He's kind of clumsy and cute... in an ugly frog sort of way. Eating bugs is a definite turn off, though.
Lauren Granger: I think she was a mongoose.... Very strange, to say the least... and I think she was checking me out. I also think I managed to convince her I was a hit-woman from some home-grown mafia in California. Oops.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:35 am
___...{Animal profile: Fossa}...___
(Information gathered from Wikipedia) Basic: The Fossa (Cryptoprocta ferox) is a mammal endemic to the island of Madagascar. It is sometimes said to resemble a cross between a dog and cat, although it is actually more closely related to the mongoose. It is the largest mammalian carnivore on the island. Anatomy: Fossa males: 75–80 cm (29–31 in) long, plus a tail which is 70–90 cm (27–35 in) long; they weigh 6–10 kg (13–22 lb). Fossa females: 65–70 cm (25–27 in) with a similar-sized tail; they weigh 5–7 kg (11–15 lb). The Fossa is a very agile animal. It can leap from tree to tree and display an agility similar to squirrels. The Fossa is extremely cat-like in appearance and behaviour; it is often likened to the Clouded Leopard, a similar-sized felid native to southeast Asia. Behavior: Recent observations indicate the Fossa may not be as nocturnal as was once thought. The rarity of this animal likely contributed to the belief that the Fossa is entirely nocturnal, but recent scientific study has found that it is active both during the day and at night, depending on season and prey availability. Habitat: One of the biomes hosting the Fossa is the Madagascar dry deciduous forests. The best place to see the Fossa is in the Kirindy Forest, which is located about 70 km north of the city of Morondava. Life Cycle: Fossa pups are born blind and toothless. They are dependent on their mother for about 1 year, and do not even leave the nest until they are four months old. The Fossa does not breed until it is about four years old. The Fossa has been known to live 20 years in captivity. Diet: The Fossa is a carnivore. It is a ferocious hunter that eats small to medium sized animals, from fish to birds, but is particularly adept at hunting lemurs, and is the predominant predator for many species, with only Madagascar's large snakes having any other significant predatory impact. Malagasy folklore often exaggerates the ferocity of the Fossa, claiming that it will prey upon cattle, or even humans. The fossil record of Madagascar has yielded the remains of a giant, recently extinct Fossa (Cryptoprocta spelea), which was about a quarter larger than the living species, making it close to the size of an Ocelot. This species was believed to have preyed upon the larger lemurs that inhabited Madagascar until the island was settled by man. The Fossa has no natural predators, but may be consumed incidentally by the Nile crocodile. Conservation status: The Fossa is only found on the island of Madagascar (like many other unique animals that have been found there). In 2000, Luke Dollar (Mustelid, Viverrid & Procyonid Specialist Group) certified there were less than 2,500 mature individuals in fragmented areas in continuing decline. This certification earned the Fossa the status of Endangered (EN – C2a) by the World Conservation Union (IUCN). Previously, the Fossa was listed as 'vulnerable'. The Fossa is listed as a Convention on the International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Flora and Fauna (CITES) Appendix II animal, which puts restrictions on its export and trade. Scientific classification:Kingdom: Animalia Phylum: Chordata Class: Mammalia Order: Carnivora Family: Eupleridae Subfamily: Euplerinae Genus: Cryptoprocta Species: C. ferox Binomial name: Cryptoprocta ferox [Bennett 1833]
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:36 am
___...{Photo and fanart gallery}...___
No photos yet, they need to be populated!
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:37 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 11:39 am
___...{Player information}...___
Username: Lesotho
Nickname: Les
Time zone: Eastern Standard Time
Times to contact: After 2 PM until around 10:30 PM weekdays, all day weekends
For contact information: PM me on my main account and I will send you a screen name or email address as you please.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 1:24 pm
___...{Credits}...___
Alexa Drew Summers © Lesotho.
Concept/backstory © Lesotho and Forbidden Filly.
Character development support provided by Forbidden Filly.
Funding provided in part by Forbidden Filly.
Official artwork © Sayuri_Nitta.
Other artwork/photographs © their respective creators.
Island of Doctor Moreau concept © Chibi Hige, Sabin Duvert, and Kamiki.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 7:48 am
Welcome to the Island, Miss SummersAlexa Drew Summers A small sigh was audible from the girl sitting in the helicopter. Her forehead pressed to the glass window, she watched the unmoving water below. Not so much as a single boat was below. Interesting, just that never-ending blue mass. Occationally, a white crest appeared to break up the monotony of it all.
Eventually, she settled back in her seat. Headphones pressed deep into her ears, she sighed and closed her eyes. This sure had been a long trip. First, there had been the plane ride, and then she found out the island was too remote to get to by anything but helicopter. She knew Maryke had good taste, so she wasn't concerned about the island itself. It was just the distance that was getting to her. Maryke had really fled this far to escape everything. Alexa couldn't help but to think that the madam had been escaping her as well.
Thinking back, their whole relationship played in slow motion before her closed eyelids. That one night in the rain, the night they'd fought, made love. It stung to think about, but it was all so real to her. Tipping off the FBI... and look where that had gotten them. Maryke had to flee to the end of the earth to escape them, and now Alexa had no choice but to follow!
Yes, she had been out of options. She'd exhausted every hiding place possible. She was about to fly back to New York under an alias and hide in the filth of her home town. And then that sweet letter had appeared one morning in the madam's mailbox. Addressed specifically to Alexa. Maryke was sorry for running off like she did, she knew the FBI was still after her second in command, and she wanted her to come and hide with her.
It seemed perfect. This meant Maryke wasn't mad at her anymore. They might actually be able to be normal around eachother again. Granted it could never be an actual relationship, no matter how much her heart yearned for it, but it could be normal.
She opened her eyes again, listening to the whir of the rotors above her head. The pilot was quiet to the point where he was slightly offputting. She shrugged it off. She didn't need to talk to him over the blare of her music anyway. She pressed her forehead to the glass again, watching a simply stunning island come into view. She held her breath, looking at the beautiful beaches, lush thick jungle, and village situated in the cradle of a mountain. Maryke hadn't lied! This place really was a paradise! She began to gather her things more closely to her, knowing they would be landing soon.
Here I am, Maryke. Aubrey Lockheart There was a Jeep waiting for her when the helicopter landed. They were wearing a tan uniform and armed to the teeth - rifles across their chest, knives at their belt and holders on their ankles. When the helicopter landed, the pilot wordlessly got out and started depositing her luggage into the Jeep.
"Are you Ms. Summers?" one of the guards asked over the deafening sound of the rotors, holding out his hand to her to help her exit the aircraft. "Come this way, please." Alexa Drew Summers The landing was smooth to the point of being flawless. She would have applauded, had he not jumped out and taken her luggage to the jeep outside. She stood from her seat, moving to the door and looking out curiously for a moment or two. Setting her sunglasses over her eyes, she inspected the two (rather handsome) guards.
She took his hand and slipped daintily to the ground. "Yeah," she called over the noise, "That's me." She wanted to take a moment to look around, but didn't have time to with the rotors still swinging above her head. Ducking slightly, she followed the guard. Aubrey Lockheart Upon her decent, both the guards made a point to look her over from head to toe and exchange approving glances. The first one led her to the Jeep and opened the door for her, helping her in. One in the drivers seat and one in the back, they started back off towards the labs.
The guards were quiet, though they stole glances whenever given the oppurtunity. The ride was through a thick, impressive jungle. It was beautiful, but hot and humid. Though it wasn't raining, trapped water in the leaves of the canopy gave that impression regardless.
However, once cleared from the jungle wall, juxposed against a large volcanic mountain in the middle of the island, was an expansive corperate building. The grey exterior had a large "Feral Laboratories" logo on the side. They approached the lobby through a series of guarded gates, solid mirrored glass panels didn't seem to have any external handles or locks.
A woman came out to meet them, automatic doors sliding open at her approach. The woman was tall, wearing a labcoat, khaki skirt, and a red shirt that barey concealed a pregnant belly. Alexa Drew Summers Alexa could see them giving her the once over through her dark shades, and a single arched eyebrow was the only recognition she gave them. She slipped into the jeep and clipped the buckle in, leaning over the door when the guard closed it. She gave them many a chance to steal a peek at her body, considering how she positioned herself so casually to expose as much as possible without being obvious.
The jungle was beautiful. She watched the foliage roll by them as they moved along the road. This place certainly was exotic! Exotic and remote as well! It was the perfect combination. She listened for bird calls and the like, and found the hot humid air soothing but heavy on her body. Once they emerged, she studied the village she'd seen previously from the air. The building they were heading towards was certainly official looking. The guards that were escorting her didn't seem to know much about where they were going, so she waited until they were out of the jeep to really ask.
When the pregnant woman appeared, Alexa was curious but kept her mouth shut. She assumed that this woman would tell her more about why she was here, but she wasn't about to wait around. "Hi," she started, stepping out of the jeep. "What is this place?" Aubrey Lockheart "Dr. Lockheart, nice to meet you," she woman said, holding out her hand to shake it.
She led her inside the plush lobby and started towards the elevators. "This island is owned by a research facility. Well, we use it as a research facility, but its a private island owned by Dr. Nicholas Moreau, CEO of Feral Labs. Since its private property, its very well hidden to... prying eyes. Maryke loves it, she's been enjoying herself immensely. Its really a place to start your life over."
Aubrey gave her an encouraging smile as the elevator doors slid open. "However, since it is a tropical location, we do require a few vaccinations and a medical file. That's not a problem, is it?" Alexa Drew Summers Alexa took the extended hand, giving it a firm, bold shake. "Alexa Summers... but I assume you already knew." She offered, then turned to follow her into the lobby. The lobby was impressive, and smelled clean and professional like most big buildings in NYC had smelled. It certainly was a nice layout. She followed her towards the elevators.
"I can see why he'd hide it..." she mused, still taking in the surroundings but being careful to place her shades just so on her head. "And why Maryke would enjoy it. It looks expensive." This last part was more to herself than to the other woman.
Vaccinations and medical files? That seemed reasonable to her. She didn't want to get some horrible disease, afterall. If she was going to be spending months here like Maryke had been, they'd need a record of her medical history so they could treat her accordingly. "No, that's not a problem at all. Better save than sorry." She remembered all too vividly the movies of infectous viruses she'd seen in her biology classes in high school and college. Ew. Definitely not for her. Aubrey Lockheart "Perfect," she said with a smile.
She leaned against the elevator wall as they made their way up several floors. "You'll be given a residense," she said, "Yours to use if you want it. Of course Maryke has one as well, so... if comes to where you don't need your own, please let us know. Space is limited here."
She let a small, devious smile play on her lips. Alexa Drew Summers Alexa stood in the corner of the elevator--a nervous habit--and watched Aubrey curiously. How did she know about them? They weren't even together, per say. Alexa had just moved in because she needed a place to stay and liked it a lot better than her dorm. But maybe Maryke had mentioned something to this Aubrey that Alexa didn't know yet. Maybe this was a surprise.
Afterall, it was Valentine's Day. She didn't think twice about space being limited. It was a remote, privately owned island for research and relaxation, as far as she was concerned. It made perfect sense. She did, however, not the devious smile on Aubrey's lips, and raised a brow slightly. Alexa wanted in on the secrets, but she kept her mouth shut about it.
"I will let you know. I trust the residence is nice? Maryke would have no less than perfection at any cost with these sorts of places." She waited, eyes somewhat calculating, as if she was sizing up this Aubrey character. She wasn't sure if she should trust her or not. Not completely, anyway. But then again, Maryke might've hired her to act this way to cover up what she was planning. Alexa was excited on the inside. Aubrey Lockheart "They're nice for jungle bungalos," s he said with a roll of her shoulders. The elevator opened up into a large lab and Aubrey's heels clicked loudly on the tile floor.
There was a file laying open on the desk and Aubrey patted the tabl next to her, indicating for Alexa to sit.
"This should only take a minute, then the guards will escort you to your duplex. You'll be in 12. Maryke's is 56 if you want to see her. I hope you do. Tell her its my little VDay present from me, Aubrey." She gave a wink, which was meant to be good natured but came off looking rather shady.
She took the young woman's arm and gave the upper arm a good swabbing. Alexa Drew Summers Alexa nodded in approval, following her. The click was familiar and somewhat comforting. It reminded her of Maryke. She wore only flip flops, so they clacked up against her heels with each step. She took a seat on what appeared to be a normal examining table.
There was something fishy about what Aubrey said. Maryke had written to the younger girl inviting her to come. Maybe it was just so exclusive that Aubrey had to give it the okay. "Alright, I'll be sure to tell her. Thanks for making it possible." She said, offering her a genuine smile. She could feel the twinge in the wink Aubrey offered, but pushed her feelings aside. Perhaps she was just strange. They hadn't known eachother for more than a few minutes, so she couldn't really say one way or the other.
The alcohol swab was cold against her arm, and she shivered a bit, looking around the somewhat impersonal, sterile room. Well, after this was done she could go see Maryke. Duplex 56, she made a mental note. And hers was 12. She couldn't wait to see her. The excitment continued to build up as she watched Aubrey carefully, making sure she was doing everything correctly. The last thing she wanted was an amateur sticking her with a needle. She assumed, especially by the white lab coat, that she knew what she was doing, so she relaxed her muscles voluntarily and let out a sigh. Aubrey Lockheart Aubrey peirced the skin, causing a shudder and a warm tingling down her arm. "I just need some blood, too," she said with a nod, pulling out an empty vile out and prepared to remove a sample from her arm.
"And all the duplexes have a intercom, you can reach us at any time. We do whatever we can to accommodate."
She finally pulled out the file and indicated that she could get up. "And of course, since this is a research facility, we do ask for your absolute confidentiality for everything you see. That... won't be a problem, will it?" Though she was smiling, the words were not a question. Alexa Drew Summers Alexa shivered at the sensation, watching the needle as Aubrey worked. At least now she would be protected from things. She listened to her words sort of half-heartedly, feeling the warm tingle spread up her arm. Upon indication, she got up without a hitch. The last thing she said struck Alexa as sort of creepy, but she nodded silently, rubbing at the injection mark on her arm, trying to work the sensation away. Aubrey Lockheart "Then you're done. Mr. Brigs will lead you to you duplex," she said, opening the doors to the labs and indicating a guard waiting. "Please, just ask for Dr. Lockheart if you need anything."
She shook her hand and smiled warmly, nodded her goodbye. Alexa Drew Summers Alexa moved slowly through the hallways, seeing the guard waiting. Some feeling deep within her was beginning to sink in, but she wasn't sure what it was. She looked from the guard to Aubrey, then nodded. "Thank you for everything so far." She said with an equally warm smile, taking her hand and shaking it again firmly.
With that, she turned and walked with the guard off in the direction of her duplex...
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 9:45 am
A New Beginning
The walk from the labs to the village adjacent was slow and peaceful. Mr. Brigs was silent for the most part, and so was Alexa, taking in the sights and sounds of the exotic island. Her sandles were quiet against the dirt road as they came to the duplexes. She took the key from her pocket, given to Mr. Brigs from Aubrey, and so onto Alexa to get into her new residence. She strolled past the numbered doors, coming to one with a "12" screwed into the wood. The brass numbers and woven doormat were welcoming.
She thanked Mr. Brigs for the walk, explaining to him that she knew there was an intercom that she could use in order to get in touch with the staff if necessary. He nodded silently and left her alone. She slid the key into it's hole, which fit like a glove, and clicked the door open. The guards that had driven her via jeep into the complex had already been there, and had left all her belongings on the bed. She stepped inside, sliding the door shut behind her.
The housing had already been modified to fit her tastes. Alexa assumed this was Maryke's doing, though in reality the labs had probably done it to keep the facade of Maryke's invite going. She took in the surroundings: A sitting area with a plush couch and chair, lamps and paintings on the walls. A small table with two chairs was in one corner by a small window which let in the afternoon light. There was also a small kitchen area with counters and seating for three. She moved through the room, liking what she saw. Next was the bathroom, which housed a lovely sink, shower area, toilet, and a bath tub framed by a larger window. Upon closer inspection, she noted the jets in the tub. There were already crimson towels on a rack for her use.
Stepping back out, she noticed a set of glass doors. Pushing them open, she found the bed area, complete with a closet and bookshelf. This was certainly paradise! With a sigh, she backed herself to the bed and fell back, hugged by the plush matress. One wall, adjacent to the bathroom, had square cut-outs with candles in them. This was pefect! The staff had really gone all out to make herself feel welcome. She would have to thank them later. The intercom, she noted, was next to the entrance mounted on the wall. There was a small card on one of the tables, with instructions on how to further operate it.
She wasted no time in setting it above the intercom, wedging it between the wall and device so she wouldn't lose it. Then she got to unpacking her various crates of shoes, shirts, shorts, pants, and especially lingerie. The closet housed a series of drawers for her smaller items, which she found most pleasing. Once her clothes were unpacked, she set her iPod and charger down on the nightstand and moved into the bathroom, unpacking her large bag of shampoos, conditioners, beauty products, and especially hiding her box of sexual props beneath the sink. She stood, looking at herself in the mirror. "Alexa... this time you did something right." She grinned back at herself, then went back into the bedroom.
Staring at the ceiling, she rested for a few minutes. Well, this was certainly nice, but she wanted to know more about what was outside the door. This place was a whole island, afterall. There had to be a LOT to offer here! She wanted to see Maryke, but first she wanted to get a good handle on the lay of the land. Bouncing up off the bed and slipping back into her sandals, she pocketed her room key and dashed out the door. Outside world, here I come!
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