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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 5:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 12:11 am
Welcome to Hell______________________________________________________//
Angharad came to slowly. Her mouth tasted terrible, and every breath she took felt a little raw; her eyes fluttered open, and she rolled onto her back with a wince at the sudden murmurings of pain that prickled over her body. She stared at the white ceiling for a while, listening to the hum of the aircon, trying to piece together facts. Was she in a police cell? She wouldn't be surprised, her parents would be so mad... where was Fee?
She sat up suddenly, arm reminding her that there were more injuries sustained. As she clamped a hand around her upper arm, she looked around. Empty except for herself, this looked more like a stark vistor's room than a jail. And... was that trees outside the window??
She swung herself round on the bed, looking down at herself with a brief prescursory check. She had new clothes; she definitely wouldn't have chosen this shade of green. Why did they undress her? A faint burning touched her cheeks as she reached a hand to pull it through the tangles of her hair and went to the window for a better look.
And saw island.
A sprawling jungle outside her window, small buildings laid out, bright blue sea in the background. What the hell?
She scratched at her arm again, and realised she'd been given an injection as she felt gingerly around the raised area. But that was the least of her worries, as she turned, eyes lighting on the door. She had to get out of here, find Fiona, find out where and why and the million other questions that ran through her brain. Forcing herself not to start crying, she tugged on the door, and it opened easily. She would have to know what was going on.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 3:31 am
Bad, Bad Dreams______________________________________________________//
Chubbs/Angharad
Angharad was lost, both mentally and physically.
She'd almost run down the steps of the strange apartment-like place she'd woken up in, and stared around in confusion at the more and more alien landscape. How could she be on an almost tropical island, having been in the middle of Canada only yesterday? Be more realistic, she thought bitterly. They must have been keeping us unconscious... Her mind would not allow her to think that Fiona was not there as well. It was all just some strange dream she was having, that was the most likely possibility.
She stood in the village, circling round in one place, trying to take in as much of the surroundings as possible. This was insane, was she in an island prison? Just for breaking into a laboratory?
A large building caught her eye, higher up the small mountain that seemed to dominate the island. Was that writing on the side...? But it was obscured by thick jungle trees, and no matter how she strained her eyes, it did not become clearer.
She ran down an almost worn path, unfamiliar sandals pattering on the compacted earth, breath catching in her throat as she looked for signs of life or a way to see. She kept craning over her shoulder, that sign stencilled on the side of the building still frustratingly difficult to see.
Sand started scratching against her toes as she came out onto a shallow beach, curving away in a golden line against the blue. Shading her eyes, the girl peered at the building, its message all too horribly clear now.
Feral Laboratories.
Her legs almost gave way, and she sat down in an unceremonious heap on the sand. The police had let the lab people do what they wanted? Or perhaps.. the police had never been called...
"This is a dream, this is a dream," she kept repeating fervently, over and over again under her breath.
Chubbs finally got out and about on the island since he got shocked. He finally knew the power of those at the wheel and what they could do to anyone of them at anytime. He didn't see it coming, it was that quick, and when he woke up, he was back onto his comfy bed, staring at the ceiling.
He eventually decided to get out, go for a walk, deffinately have a smoke at least. They calmed him down like tranquilizers some days, Chubbs was glad they had his brand. Slowly shuffling along the paths and onto the track out to the beach, Chubbs was glad for the cool breeze on his face, or rather fur now days. He took a deep puff and and his ears flickered at a suddenly muttering nearby. Peeking about, he stuck to the treelings at least and sniffed out a smell he hadn't quite smelled before. It was all new and fresh and following it lead himto a woman on her knees in the sand.
Chubbs thought for a moment, new person he hadn't seen, no sigh of a change, looking lost in the beach sand. Newbie it spelled out to him, least that's what he called the newcomers. The girl was going to know what would happen to her soon enough, but he thought he was the worst case person to tell her in the condition he was in. Just in case, he hid in the shadows of the tree's, took a puff of his smoke and spoke to her.
" Ya alright hun?"
Yeah Chubbs, stupidest question ever.
Angharad looked around at the sudden voice behind her.
And scrabbled backwards, a scream strangling in her throat. Was it an animal? It could talk? Her eyes widened, and her already fragile state of mind threatened to shatter.
This is a dream this is a dream this isn't real...
"A-a-a... wha.. what are you?" Came out in a stuttering whisper. She knew that Feral Labs were unscrupulous, but to dress... well, it looked like a bear, with a strangly flattened face, and wearing clothes.. and having a smoke? What had theydone to the poor bear??
She kept her feet drawn up under her, ready to spring and flee, the morbid curiousity somehow surfacing. At least if it was a dream, she would find out what odd theories her mind had come up with.
Chubbs winced, he guessed his hiding skills sucked, guess his three animals weren't really stalkers. He took another puff to calm himself down, she, whoever she was, was deffinately a newbie. Chubbs had to think about what to say, he remembered a little of his security training, trying to deal with highly emotional people, he hoped any of it helped him out right now.
" Umm, look....don't be scared, I'm going to step out into the light some more and sit in the sand okay?... I might need to explain a few things to you. This is going to be hard, but try not to scream or run away,...just... for your own sake okay?
Chubbs put his smoke in his mouth and was going to hold his hands up in the air like he was showing he was unarmed, but yeah, puff up and look big, that was smart. So Chubbs stuffed his hands in his pockets and slowly shuffled out onto the sand and sat down, watching to see if the woman would piss bolt.
"Di-did they try and turn you into a human?" Angharad leaned back a bit as it came nearer, but did not run just yet. It wanted to explain.. to her? And it's conversation was very good. Feeling increasingly lightheaded, she kept both hands in the sand on either side of her, bruised frame tense and ready to run.
Her arm was beginning to itch abominably now, but she resisted the urge for now. She would have to listen to what the bear was going to say... how many talking bears appeared in her dreams? Not since the Carebears when she was probably about six...
Perhaps she should just relax and enjoy the ride.
Chubbs sighed and took anotherr smoke out of his pack. He lit it up with the embered stub of his old smoke and threw the old one away. He then held out the pack to the woman, smoker or not, he would've taken one if he was her.
" Okay, umm... where to start?"
Chubbs sighed again and ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated a little at the pressure of dumping the s**t storm of info at her.
" Okay... my names .. well it's David, but I'm called Chubbs. Umm... There's well.. more of us... other people on the island. "
Chubbs took a puff and continued.
" Okay bare with me this is hard. Moreau like... basically kidnaps people... yeah I'm human... well sorta... I guess I'm not so much anymore."
Chubbs sighed and looked depressed by his own statement, he really wasn't human anymore, no matter how much he wished it wasn't true.
" He does something to everyone, injects em with stuff then sets us all there in the village. After a while we all change, I mean.... well we get like animal DNA or something I guess. You'll find more of us... in the duplexes and stuff. Everyones like a different animal... I dunno why but I got mixed with three different ones... so yeah.."
Chubbs rubbed the back of his neck, and waited for the scream.
Angharad stared at him. And then laughed, collapsed in fits of giggles.
"You're a human then? Very nice, Mr David Bear," and her face was creased in laughter, but behind her muddy green eyes fear lurked, completely repressed. "And Moreau - "That name rang a bell. Wasn't he... the head of the Feral Labs? That would explain the building sign. " - this Moreau kidnaps us and injects us, just like the little puppies and rabbits and rats get injected."
"And somehow I'm on a desert island full of people like you when all I did was help Fiona rescue the rabbits... oh, it all makes sense now!"
Her bright smile glazed, the bizarre information just not computing.
And then she slumped sideways, head lolling on the sand as she fainted.
Chubbs shut his eyes, shook his head and slapped his forehead.
" Stupid stupid stupid!"
He didn't expect the laughing, or did he? He espected something, and that was about the second best result he could have thought of. The damn girl, why she have to go faint? Chubbs sighed a long heavy sigh again, got to his feet and dusted himsef down. He looked at the girl and pondered what to do. Chubbs scratched his chin and shuffled his way over to the girl and bent down, hoisting her up in his arms. He bumped her head up to it rested on his shoulder and considered his options. In the end, he thought he could take her back to his place. There was a bed, an intercom if she needed medicine or something and a door to lock if she got frantic.
So Chubbs began carrying her home, guessing it would take three more times to explain what was happening as she'd faint two more times. If he was right, he'd have some cake as a reward.
Darkness again. She remembered the darkness, but normally it was accompanied by that sweet cloying smell that made her feel sick to even think about. It shouldn't smell of... fur, and laundry powder.
She woke up blearily, and stared at the jolting sky. And then at the face of her erstwhile rescuer.
This time she really did scream, kicking out with such a jerk that she would probably fall. The bear man wasn't really nice, he was carrying her away! What was going on??
"FIONAAAAAAAA!"
Chubbs blinked and tried to hold onto the wriggling girl, then she screamed and he winced and tried his best to settle her. In the end he finally got her on her feet but he held onto her elbows and was smart enough to turn to the side alittle. He expected some violence and he wasn't about to get a shot to the pills.
" Look settle the heck down okay, it's really not a good idea.. to get me stirred up okay?"
He tried to keep her still and quiet. Sure this would freak out anyone, but he didn't need this right now. He wanted to relax, chill, unwind, not think about mauling something. Mauling something like this girl in a minute if she continued her panic attack.
Angharad suddenly froze, the prospect of possible harm if she continued effectively stopping her in her tracks. She stared straight ahead, her body trembling, and took a deep breath. The 'hands' holding her firmly were much larger than those security guards, and she knew she didn't have much strength with which to release herself. She would have to ask.
"C-can you let go of me please? I'm alright now," she said in a small voice, tangled hair over her face still, obscuring her expression.
Chubbs looked at her face and he was suddenly reminded of Joliette frightened face. Chubbs felt ill and saddened and looked at the ground, he hated that look, it should be at horror movies and monsters. But he was a monster now, at least to this woman.
" Look, you fainted okay.. I was trying to put you on a bed so ya weren't nose deep in the sand... I know this is all hard to take. But I'll let you go... just don't go... running off. Part of who I am is a bear... and I've heard they chase down things hat run away okay... I'd rather not do that. Trust me I'm trying to help"
He didn't look up at her, he couldn't, but he did let her go finally. He tried to be slow then he put his hands behind him. He was indeed ashamed of the claws.
The thought of running away was high in her priorities, but on hearing the almost broken words of the mancreature behind her, as the grip was released, she stayed still for a moment.
"I - I'm sorry," Angharad whispered. "I - this - what's going on, I don't understand. But... I just need to go find my friend for the time being..." She turned hesitantly to face him, eyes wide and scared but almost pitying at the same time. "I... uh.. thanks." She stuttered out the words, and attempted to smile.
"My name's Angharad Anderson, in case anyone asks for me..."
She backed off a few steps, keeping her treacherous legs from breaking into a run, and began to walk away, up the trail, back towards the strange box village.
Chubbs nodded and looked up, poor girl, had she come here with a friend too? He sighed and winced as the cigartte burnt his fingers and singed his fur. It had been a while and he was distracted, it had burnt down to the butt. He flicked it aside and she was already walking away, he quickly thought of something.
" If ya got anyquestions, go to ya duplex, and use the intercom! If ya get a dude named Sabin, hang up! Ya can get some answers there. I think I'm in number 25 if ya need to talk!"
Chubbs thought she'd never turn up there, but he had to offer, he might have been now the only thing to a friend she had.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 10:26 am
Explanations and Crabcakes_____________________________________________//
Bobby/Billy/Angharad
Bobby was wrapped in a towel, and under that... a very revealing 2-piece swimsuit -not like she can hide anything these days. She had spent the last few days secluded in her room, refusing to risk even being seen. Today, though... was a gorgeous day and she didn't want to let it go to ruins.
Trudging her way to the beach, the woman used her increased sense of smell to avoid anything and everything... but she had to make a pit-stop. She gathered food in the cafeteria, and stuffed her pack full of more food. Her stomach was always insistent on food, it was still 'recovering' from the change.
Finally, Bobby made it. Looking around, she made sure no one was around, and that she was truly alone. With almost a nervous action, she wrapped herself and delicately laid the towel down. After smoothing some area, the woman flopped onto it, her enlargened rear-end exposed to the air.
After awhile, the woman had fallen asleep. Occasionally, a sharp 'snort' would escape her lips.
She'd looked everywhere. She'd even returned to the sterile hotel room place she'd woken up in, and rexplored it; the door was open on the one downstairs, but no-one was there; it was as empty as her own.
She hadn't risked heading for the central building, even though while she had hugged a nearby wall and peered round, it seemed that there was activity inside. She didn't want to meet any more of the strange talking animalthings that were clogging up what was a very long dream now.
Eventually she followed her listless steps back towards the beach, peering around to see if the David man was there still. He appeared to be nowhere in sight; though to her nervous eyes, someone else did appear.
Someone sunbathing?
As she stepped a little closer, Angharad was relieved to see that the snoozing person, whilst on the chubby side, seemed perfectly normal from where she stood. Perhaps... she would know what was going on?
"Um... excuse me," she said hesitantly, twisting the sleeve of her shirt around her fingers. It was getting hotter already, and she wished she had a hairtie to take the heavy mass of hair off the back of her neck.
Bobby literally snorted awake. Since the snort was more a reaction when she went between the sleeping world and the harsh reality, the woman had no idea she had even done so.
Looking up at the nervous girl between breaks of her short, curly hair, Bobby appeared quite confused. Immediately, her sensitive nose could detect that this young woman in front of her had no apparant signs of animal, although Bobby could smell the faint smell of the serum. So, she was a new arrival, and a young one at that.
"Yes?" Bobby leaned up on her elbows that were crossed in front of her. She kept her fingers in the shadows and her hair did a good job covering her ears. So, except for upturning nose and bottom canines, she looked mostly normal.... "Can I help you, dear?"
She looked... odd, but not animalistic. Angharad swallowed lightly.
"Um.. have you seen a girl called Fiona Brooks anywhere? Short, light coloured hair, with an attitude?" She said in a small voice, a bizarre mental giggle coming into her mind at what Fee would say if she knew she'd been described as such.
"I didn't mean to disturb you.."
Bobby almost frowned. Another new arrival? Well, she had expected that. New arrivals were probably weekly here. Of course, she didn't know many people anyways, with how she stayed so far away from the others.
This one didn't seem to notice her changes. At the moment, she tried to hide her stomach, which had the most inexplainable of them all... of course, obesity was a problem almost anywhere, so why should anyone question her obscene appearance.
"I cannot say I have seen her, is she a friend of yours?" Looking around, the woman caught sight of her bag. She nodded to it with a gentle smile, "Are you hungry? I have some food if you want it."
The pig in her protested, it was her food, but Bobby's nuturing nature won the argument... she would hate for anyone to go hungry.
Oddly, she wasn't hungry at all, though lord knows when she last ate. Angharad looked to the side.
"I'm fine, thankyou..." She looked as if she was about to say something more, and then suddenly the words all came out in a rush.
"This is a dream, isn't it? I met a talking bear called David, and he said we were going to turn into animals, and that that," she pointed at the laboratory building high up on the mountainside above with it's ominous sign, "place was going to turn us all into animals somehow, and, and..." her breath was catching much quicker in her throat now, still raw from the days breathing chloroform, and she tried not to hyperventilate. This woman would tell her that it was all a dream, and that when she woke up Fiona would be standing there with a guilty grin and they'd be back at Peace River.
Bobby frowned once more. "Talking bear... David?" then, it all clicked, "Oh Chubbs! Well, I think he is actually a combination... bear, tasmanian devil, and.... oh what was the last?" After a pause, Bobby's eyes lit up as she remembered, "Ah yes! A wolverine!"
"Unfortunately, dear, it is not a dream... Although, I wish it was, at least dreams are supposed to be pleasant." With a grunt of effort, Bobby sat back and made her way so she was sitting on her cushioned rumped, her many-nipples displayed. "This is a nightmare, and as you can tell, I've already started to change."
After grabbing her bag, Bobby put her black-tipped hand in and withdrew an apple. "Until recently, I wasn't this... disgusting. And as far as I can tell, the laboratories don't really change you. That's just where you get your first shot. I was in my duplex when I.... " the woman paused and looked down at her body. She physically flinched, "when I... mutated."
Her eyes slowly widened as she realised that once more she was not safe. She knew the David bear? And.. she was changed, Angharad realised with a sick feeling in her stomach. She sat down carefully on the sand, knowig that this time she would not give into hysterics. If this was a dream, she was damn well going to beat it, no matter how scared she was on the inside.
"So... duplex.. is that the place we live, in that box village?" She absently itched her arm again, and then froze mid-action. They got injected, this woman confirmed it... what if she had had a shot also? Horror suddenly reflected on her face.
"Excuse me!" Cutting off whatever answer was forthcoming, and realising that her sleeve would not roll up far enough, the brown-haired girl almost feverishly pulled the musty top over her head. At least they'd left her her original underwear, whatever old clothing she'd been given. Twisting her head round to the side, she saw it.
The unmistakeable small weal where a needle had entered her skin.
Bobby wasn't quite sure how to take the girls reaction. She leaned back slightly as if in pain as the girl saw her... situation. The woman knew she was turning into a fat, disgusting thing. What exactly, she wasn't entirely sure.
"Yeah, the place you live 'in that box village' would be your duplex.... The closest thing to home." At the last word, Bobby sighed painfully. How she wanted to go home, if only to see her children and husband again. Now, she was reluctant... this was not the way she wanted them to see her, ever.
As the girl fumbled with her shirt, Bobby watched calmly, taking chunks off her apple silently. Her bottom canines were a problem, but that would just have to take getting used to. Seeing the tell-tale sign of the needle entrance, the woman remained silent.
After a pause, she tried to break the air, "Do you know the girl you are searching for? This, Fiona?"
Angharad remained dumb for amoment, just staring at her arm. After a while she slowly surfaced, pulling the shirt back over her bruised body in a daze. When she looked back at Bobby she seemed in a kind of daze.
"Fiona.. my best friend. We were.. going to liberate the animals... at Feral Labs. We got caught.. Fiona was there, we were both there. I should be making sure she's okay..."
The sensibleness and practicality inside Angharad was doing it's best to tie down firmly the hysterical, lost reaction that had been threatening to overwhelm all. So, she was going to mutate into an animal, somehow. If they'd done that to Fiona...
"My.. my name's Angharad," she said, after an awkward pause. "Sorry for not introducing myself earlier.."
Bobby frowned. Yet another victim... although the story was very unique. She couldn't imagine what the girl was turning into... much like in her case, the woman was too afraid to ask. But, at least she had a friend from the outside with her. The two of them will always have each other on this forsaken island.
Bobby resisted the urge to give the girl a hug, but as she didn't know how she would react to getting a hug from a woman with rolling fat and too many nipples... well, the woman resisted.
At the introduction, she smiled a little. Introductions.... why was she herself always forgetting those? "I am Bobby, and no need to apologize, I didn't do it either." She laughed a little at that, wasn't she supposed to be role model, both as a police officer and a mother?
"Is that short for Roberta? My cousin is called that," Angharad said, the random fact surfacing inher mind while it was busy controlling other emotions. She was still feeling a little dazed.
"So.. are we stuck here forever? How many people are there? There are a lot of houses..." A finger trailed in the sand in front of her, idle circles and squiggles, muddy green eyes far away.
"I think we're a long way from Canada."
With a nod and a bright smile, fangs flashing, Bobby laughed low in her throat, "Yeah, my mother thought I should have a nice, black-woman name! I don't mind it... and besides, it was always fun when..." The woman eyed the girl. She might as well tell her. At least two people knew about her previous profession. "It was always fun when we'd ask some guys which cop they would want to do something or ever... and then when they see that 'Bobby' is really a woman... well, what a priceless expression!"
At the sadness of the girl, Bobby reached over and put a comforting hand on Angharad's shoulder. She still didn't try a hug, "Yeah, we are here forever. I heard that there were thirty-six people here already... but that was weeks ago."
She didn't even try the Canada comment.... having been unconscious the whole way here, she had no idea. Heck, she didn't even know what day it was or how much time had passed since her arrival.
This time she barely flinched at the sight of the fangs. For some reason everything was sinking slowly into a fog in Angharad's mind, and not really registering. Instead, she looked up at the woman and smiled. "So you were a police officer? I thought.. ha, when we set out that nihgt, the worst I expected was a night in the cells from the police. Turns out Feral Labs are even worse, huh?" She laughed a little bitterly.
She still leaned into the odd touch. Even if she was alone, even if somehow Fiona had managed to escape, was back home in Peace River right now wondering where she was... at least she was safe. And Angharad was here, on this beach, on some godforsaken island, going to be turned into.. God knows what. A monsterous animal-person.
But thirty-six others! It was a wonder how no authorities had ever noticed... how would they explain where she and Fiona had gone? Angharad remembered with another guilty lurch that she hadn't put that note on the kitchen table. For all her mother knew, she had run off in the night... She hugged her knees, eyes distant, knowing that crying wouldn't help.
Bobby nodded with a sigh and took back her hand. She also kicked herself for smiling so much... those bottom canines were such a hassle and not the best when trying to be non-intimidating. "Yeah I was a police officer... but I don't think you should have been too concerned about a jail cell. You look too young to be admitted into one. How old are you? Sixteen, seventeen?"
But, the 'prison' of feral labs was much worse than anything Bobby or her district would be able to come up with... Hell, the people left to their own devices in New York City could come up with worst prisons. Right now, Bobby wouldn't mind being in a jail cell rather than the island. They didn't get a choice, though...
"Eighteen, actually," and at this Angharad laughed slightly. "Though I look young for my age, I guess. And to be honest.. Fiona and I were breaking and entering." She looked humble, before a frown grew on her face. "It was disgusting, what they were doing to the animals. When we heard from our PETA branch that they were building a lab in our town... we had to do something." She looked up, out to sea, and tears were spilling down her face, even if she continued talking calmly.
"Turns out they do even worse stuff to us here. David, the bear man... he said it was Moreau. And Moreau's the head man, isn't he?"
"Eighteen?" Bobby mulled over that for a minute. "I guess they would have put you in a cell then... maybe. Usually with animal activists, it is just for show, and just for a short time. But I would have to agree with you.... no offense to the animals, but Feral Labs has worse experiments than them."
"Yeah, Nicholas Moreau at least own Feral Labs. I am guessing that this Island is his own personal hobby. Quite frankly, I didn't put two-and-two together right away. He gave me my shot personally, but beyond being like any other doctor, I didn't see what was happening." With a kind of crude snort through her nose, Bobby gave a half grin, "Of course, who would ever think this was happening?"
"No-one." The girl laughed shortly. "I can't even believe what's going on... it's too strange. I mean, how does it even work? How can one injection cause our bodies to mutate?" She looked sideways at the chubby woman, and then down at the floor.
"Does it.. does it hurt?" She whispered, hand creeping up to her own arm where the shot mark still itched spitefully.
Billy had been unusually quiet these past few days since his return to his duplex. His wounded tentacle still hurt, itching terribly as he supposed it was begining to regenerate itself. He shuddered at the thought, and therefor tried not to think about it. The morning he decided to venture out again, he noticed a plate of strange crab-cake looking things with a note from Aubrey. He snorted after reading it. Right. Like he should believe that she'd just make him crabcakes to make up for cutting off his ball and driving him to drunken self-mutilation. He'd get a second opinion befor eating them. He wasn't stupid.
Scooping it up in his mitten-like hands, he wandered down the path towards the beach- on a lovely day like this, *someone* had to be out there... maybe Antony would be surfing or something.
It wasn't long befor he did, in fact, notice two figures on the sand. From this distance, he couldn't recognize either of them- he didn't recall meeting a fat black woman and a young girl like the one he saw. No matter, he was sure they still might be helpfull. "Hoy!" He called, striding closer.
Bobby smelled him come before she heard him. He stank of rubber and sea... and something else she couldn't quite place. There was only one person she thought could smell like that. As she turned, the woman smiled sweetly even though she seethed inside. It was him... again. But he didn't seem to recognize her. If she could keep her rage in check, maybe she'd get his name this time, "Why hello there!"
After eyeing the cakes, Bobby turned back to the girl, "I am not a biologist, but I think it is actual genetic alterations. Anything can be done, I think, with DNA. And I wish I could say it is painful, but it isn't... I'm sorry, dear."
Angharad raised her head, and clutched her knees tighter. Another man, and this one... with the strangest arms she'd ever seen, and odd lumps and bumps hidden not entirely by the shirt. This was even stranger than the bear man, and she didn't think it could have got any worse.
"Genetic alterations?" The words bounced off Angharad once more; that was truly impossible, some scifi writer's playground. But as the other darkhaired man approached, she swallowed again. How else could this be explained? It was all so odd...
"Hello," she said cautiously, in response to his greeting.
Still, Billy didn't seem to recognize Bobby, holding the plate out as he crouched in front of them, "Oy. Tha' mad lab b***h, Aubrey left these ou'side me room. I don' think I shoul' trust 'em. Wha' d'you lo' think?" Straight to the point. Afterall, the older owman looked as though she appreciated food.
Bobby snatched two of the cakes and stuffed them in her mouth. Hey now, if he was offering her food, who was she to deny them? To her, though, they just tasted like food. She played along nicely and grinned, making sure Billy saw her bottom canines, "Mmmm! Delicious! Aubrey? I don't think I know her... and who are you? Which duplex are you staying in?"
This time, she was determined to get his name... and his living space... even better!
With a shy grin, Bobby turned to the girl, "Just like some messed up sci-fi movie, don't you think?"
She just ate his food?
"Um, there are lab assistants? It's not just us here?" Come to think of it, the David bear had yelled something about an intercom and not talking to someone called Sabin. There must be real people up in that lab, not sad experiments like herself...
The irony of it began to hit her, and she stifled a giggle, the remains of tears still on her face. She'd set out to free the experiments; and ended up an experiment herself, begging for freedom.
Billy watched her with raised eyebrows, "Oy, I was concerned abou' them bein' drugged, s'my point." After a moment, he cocked his head, a tentacle slipping through the collar of his shirt to rub his cheak as though scratching an itch, "Ha' we met?"
Bobby shrugged, "I haven't met any of the assistants, just Doctor Moreau. Although, one guy did take my order for new clothes and such, so there must be some people.... might be automated, too..."
The effects of the cake being chewed hit her. There was something strange about them.... with a weird aftertaste. The pig in her didn't mind at all, but Bobby had the suspicion that the "crabcakes" weren't really that at all. But there was still some left for this man, and she really wanted him to eat them. She eyed them as if she wanted another hungrily.
Looking back up at Billy, Bobby shook her head, lying like a professional, "I don't think we've met... I'm sure I'd remember someone with your... attributes. As for them being drugged, I doubt it... I'm still standing, per say. " She winked innocently.
Angharad gasped slightly as the tentacle appeared, and huddled herself closer. A man, with tentacles? What happens if she got them too??
"Surely if a lab person leaves you food that you haven't ordered, you shouldn't touch it.." she said cautiously, nevertheless analyzing the facts. So, she could get new clothes? That would be something to do tonight, perhaps. Already, in this crazy situation, a tick list was forming in her head. Find something to clear the sour taste of chemicals from her mouth, find some fresher clothes, find Fee, dammit...
"Oh! Sir, have you met anyone named Fiona today?" The question was out of her mouth before she could stop it.
"Fiona?" He ignored her initial look of alarm at the sight of his tentacle- he would have had hte same reaction himself, afterall. "Ach, no, lass. I don' know tha' many people aroun' here, really." He shrugged, figuring the same thing as the girl had advised. He glanced up at the black woman who seemed so familiar... "So wha' are ye s'posed t'be, then?" His grey eyes swept down over her extra nipples, and he couldn't help but snicker.
Bobby snarled at him, flashing her bottom fangs. How rude! As if she wasn't having a hard enough time coping with these new changes, he was now rubbing it in! Well, what could she expect from a murderer? "I actually don't have an idea what I am turning into... I haven't really gotten around to asking." No way was Bobby going to admit to him, of all people, that she was afraid to find out as well.
She nodded to the cakes, "So, are you going to eat all those?"
Leaning towards Angharad, Bobby frowned and patted the girl on the shoulder, "I'm sure she's alright. With a few exceptions, I suppose, they tend to treat their... vict... guests without harming them."
Angharad sighed and leaned backwards, finally uncurling from her protective huddle. Hopefully nothing would hurt her, and these people seemed.. bizarre, but people nonetheless. Whatever they were turning into. And they didn't even get told? She flinched inwardly as she realised that she would not know what was going to happen to her. She only prayed that Fiona was far, far away and safe.
"Are you both... recently arrived then?" She asked nervously. If they only knew a few people, and had already had.. changes happen to them, how long would she have to wait? The throbbing weal on her arm scratched spitefully, as if reminding her.
Billy sat, finding no reason for leaving just yet. He was behaving! He was being a good boy! He took one of the crab-cake looking things into a hand, raising it to his mouth but pulled it away again to gesticulate while talking, "I've been her perhaps a month maybe? Then one afternoon I go home wit' these lovelies," He chuckled, taking the cake into a tentacle to sniff it curiously. He still wasn't sure if he wanted to eat it or not.
Bobby shrugged. Well, if he had been here about a month, than she would have been too, "About a month for me too, actually."
Wasn't he going to eat one? She was getting impatient and very tempted to stuff one down his throat. With a grumble, she reached forward and stole the cake from his tentacle. "Baby!" Bobby said in as joking a manner as she could and stuck her tongue out at the man. Stuffing it in her mouth, she chewed and swallowed it in one bit.
Yup, there was definitely something strange about these crab-cakes, but she wanted him to eat one, so she continued to goad him to it.
"A month?" If they had only been here a month, perhaps this project was very new. Perhaps it would be found out by the police soon, perhaps they could save her before anything happened.. save everyone.
But by the looks of these people, they resented their place, but they almost accepted it.
"But why did you come here? Can we not escape?" She burst out suddenly, watching the cake-eating with high suspicion. She was stll not hungry, and definitely not for anything that Feral Labs gave.
"Well, they tricked me... I don' know about you lot... bu' there's lots o' others wha' been here much longer... months an' months... maybe years, I don' know..." He shrugged. When his food was snatched from him, he raised his eyebrows, "Now aint ye th'wee piggy, eh?" With a chuckle, he reached for another, still ever wary.
Bobby was having a difficult time not attacking the octupus-man. Why wouldn't he just eat the darn thing?
Good thing Angharad was there, the girl was able to distract Bobby. "Yeah, I am not sure how long some of the others have been here. Quite awhile for some... and I know at least one person has been here for at least four months."
How did she get there? Bobby's anger flashed in her eyes again before she could control it. She so wanted to tell the story... that the man sitting next to her had killed her partner, and she had chased him... only to be knocked unconscious and then brought here. Somehow, the woman managed to just sigh, and nod in quiet agreement, "They tricked me as well."
At Billy's joke, her surprise kept her from trying any smart comebacks. A pig? Is that what she was turning into to? While her mind wrapped around it, Bobby stared in silence at her hands with the long black 'nails'.
For Angharad it was just another fact sinking slowly in the heap. Months.. years?? Though... if you were a mutated being, how could you face going back and seeing your family again...
She scrubbed suddenly at her cheek, the salty breeze causing the old tears to dry stickily. Her bruises ached, and she was beginning to get thirsty; perhaps she should head back up towards the 'duplexes' soon. She looked up hesitantly, over at the man, who seemed to be still debating whether to eat one of the cakes or not.
"I... I only just got here, and I don't know anyone really. What's your name, sir?"
The honorific only came so naturally after writing so many pointed letters of outrage and complaint, even though she never intended it to sound sarcastic this time. Instead it made her feel as if she was a silly fifteen year old again. She blinked, and set her face in a determined small smile.
"Hrm?" He glanced over to her with raised eyebrows, "Ach, me name's William. O' Billy if'n it pleases ye," He chuckled, "An you, Lassie?"
Bobby looked up when she heard the two talking. She smiled kindly at Angharad, "Well, now you know at least a couple of people, dear." With a wink, although she also meant it serious -though one couldn't tell by her tone and smile-, Bobby nodded in Billy's direction, "Although, I'm not sure you want to be associated with that one there..."
Finally! She had a name... later, she'd get his duplex. "Hullo thar' Will'um" Bobby snickered, giving it a poor imitation of a Scottish accent. What could she say? She grew up in New York City, what did she know about European accents except when she heard them spoken?
Grinning at Angharad, the woman grinned, "I'm Bobby."
"I remember," said the girl gratefully. "And I'm Angharad... but, but, if you'll excuse me, I think.. I'm going to find my duplex again." She got to her feet a little unsteadily, and waved a small gesture before setting back up the beach towards the path she had used to get down here. She glanced back again; that plate of food still looked highly suspicious. She hoped nothing bad would happen to Bobby...
Sandals flopping on the sandy earth at the edge of the beach, she began her climb up.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:06 am
Fiona found; A Grim Outlook_______________________________________________//
Awen/Fiona/Angharad
Picking at her clothes and cursing quietly, Fiona was making yet another sweep of the area around her duplex. "Aaaaannieeee?" She called out periodically, seeming unaware of the fact that it might bother other people. After a few minutes of this she scoffed and surveyed her surroundings. The girl sent a glance back at the wide open door of her room, now propped with a rock. Not like there was anything in there worth stealing. While her common sense told Fiona to close the door, she wasn't all that good with remembering numbers and, quite frankly, the buildings all looked exactly the same. "Maybe she really isn't here," the redhead mumbled to herself.
Awen heard the girl calling out and it sounded like someone in need. It didn't seem terribly urgent so Awen gave herself time to towel dry as she got out of her tank-bed and get a pair of shorts and a tank top to fit over her bathing suit. She had just layed down for a nap with her head above water before she heard the yelling.
When she exited her duple she looked around. Seeing the redhead right down the line of duplexes Awen's stomach tightened. A new arrival? Or someone she just hadn't seen before? She slowly made her way forward, not to startle the girl if anythnig went wrong, or she hadn't seen another islander.
"Hello there." She said in a somewhat cheery voice. "Is something the matter?"
Fiona turned somewhat jerkily, tilting her head and squinting at this new person. "Sort of. Have you seen my friend anywhere? Her name's Angharad, long brown hair?" She folded her arms behind her head and walked forward to close the distance between the two. She let out a slow whistle, peering at the alien flaps of skin and rubbery protrusions. "Hoh-lee," she muttered to herself, cocking her head to the side. "Totally not the island of the hedgehogs." Fiona coughed, bringing her arms down to her sides. "Sorry, talking to myself. Name's Fiona Brooks." She extended a hand.
Well that was a better reaction than what Awen's been getting from most new islanders these days. She chuckled a little bit and took the hand offered, not actually afraid or ashamed of her webbing infront of this girl. "Island of hedgehogs huh? I take it you met Em then."
A bright smiled beamed from the blue haired girl's lips. "Name's Awen Zyn, a pleasure."
Then she faulted a moment. She had met someone with long brown hair awhile ago with a weird long name like that. But something hadn't quite felt right. It could be the same girl...the one who believed in like Norse gods or something...? Or was her hair black... "Um... Your friend... wears lots of black, pale skin with make up, with a top hat? Kind of gothy looking-ish?"
So she was new, obviously... but had Moreau brought in a friend of one of the islanders? Maybe she had gotten too close to the truth of the goth's disappearence.... Then how could she not have known?
Angharad climbed warily back up to the box village, or duplexes as she should now call it, she guessed. The conversation on the beach ahd been.. disturbing, to say the least. Right now her brain was completely wrapped in fog, cushioning her slightly from the shocks that appeared at every turn. A bear man, the chubby woman, the man with tentacles...
As she headed back towards what she thought she remembered as the way to her duplex, she almost missed the hauntingly familiar redheaded figure standing further down the 'street'. Was it..?! She focussed all she had left of concentration, stopped in her tracks. There, talking to a girl with ...blue hair?
"FIONA???!"
She broke into a run, ignoring Awen and grabbing her friend roughly in a hug, head buried on her shoulder.
The girl burst out laughing when Awen asked if Annie was goth-looking and wore a top hat. "Hardly. She's just-" Just what, Awen would never find out, for it was then that she was tackled by a familiar face. "Annie!!" She shouted gleefully, her face nearly cracking in half with the size of her grin. "Where have you been?? I've been looking everywhere for you! Did they inject you? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Have you found out about the big experiment and crap??" She squeezed the poor girl tightly, not daring to let go in case it turned out she was a figment of Fiona's imagination. It was then that she remembered the existance of the other girl.
"This is Angharad." She confirmed to Awen through a mouthful of brown hair. "Erm... Annie, meet-" Fiona eyed the girl with blue hair. "Well damn, and it wasn't even a second ago you told me. Sorry, I'm awful with names. My head's kind of in a mess right now." Suddenly becoming concerned, she pulled away to look at her friend in disbelief. "So you're here, instead of being safe back at home. This whole place is one big experiment, eh? So much for getting in quick and leaving before anyone noticed. Huh. Sorry." Her expression became a tad downcast as guilt flickered alive in her heart.
Awen blinked as a girl rushed passed her and pretty much glomped the red head she had been talking too. She smiled seeing the two together. So this was the Angharad girl? Sure enough Fiona announced it was only moments later. Then who was the gothy girl with the long name Awen met in the cafe? She'd have the check the registry next time she was around.
She waited until she was about to be introduced but then the red head just kept talking. Staying silent and letting the two reequaint with one another. That was until she saw a frown forming on Fiona's lips. That really would never do.
She stepped in a big and offered her webbed hand to the other girl, Annie. "I'm Awen." She smiled. "Kind of sorry to say...but welcome to the island?"
"I 'd hoped you weren't here, that you'd escaped, Fee..." Angharad couldn't help voicing her thoughts in a low voice, the many questions clamouring in her head but that must be reserved in front of others. She drew back slightly, but her hand was still around Fiona's arm, desperate for comfort. One familiar face in the day's bizarrities, and the final clap of doom as it confirmed that it really wasn't a dream.
"I.. I know. A bear man tried to tell me, and then some others confirmed it..." She turned hesitantly towards Awen, and swallowed slightly at the gills, and webbed digits. She really couldn't say anything to it though, seeing as it was she who was going to be going through the changes also... The shot weal itched, and she could not block it from her thoughts.
"I'm Angharad, as Fiona already said.. pleased to meet you, Awen." She was the same age as them, she realised with a start; all of them in it togther, no matter where they'd come from.
"And don't worry about it, Fee. No-one could have expected," and she gestured at the surroundings a touch bitterly, "this to come of what we did." She looked up at Awen, suddenly curious as to what reason this poor girl had been turned into a sea creature for.
"How did they get you here?"
"Awen, right," she mumbled, attempting to force the name into her mind without it slipping out the other ear. To Annie, she said, "A bear man? So there really are a lot of people here. It makes me sick that you got caught, but I'm kinda glad you're here." A sudden confidence sprang up on her face, one that would be more than easily recognisable to her long-time friend. "I'm staging a revolt. One of those peaceful type ones like you're always telling me to do. I get the feeling lots of people just roll over and take it. No way we're doing the same. You know what, we're gonna get off this ******** island, no matter the cameras and microchips and whatever else."
She turned a sly eye on Awen. "You can't possibly be happy here. Everyone must have left a life behind, everyone must have been tricked or kidnapped. We can do something about it. There has to be somewhere here that isn't bugged, and we're gonna find it. I've already got a whack of idea, just you wait." A grin tugged at the corner of her lips. "We'll show them they picked the wrong duo to mess with."
Awen, again about to open her mouth to answer the question Annie gave her shut it once more when the fiery red head started speaking. A frown started to crease further on her lips as she starts talking of escaping. She stayed silent though until adressed once more.
She glanced to Annie and decided to respond to her first. "I came here to get therapy. I used to have hydrophobia, a severe fear of water, and nothing mainland had helped. I paid a whack of cash to get here, and was informed of the experimental drugs." She huffed a laugh and spread her arms a bit. "Of course I didn't think this would happen. But the Doc didn't exactly lie to me, I just never asked enough about the drug they were giving to me."
She shook her head and turned back to Fiona. "You can't do anything about it. I've tried." Her tone seemed a little more stern but also sad. "I've been here for months. I've missed the people back home. I left a lot behind. But I can't leave. I tried to swim off the island and almost drowned. I was so close to death.... I really don't want that to happen again. The doctor's can make you go to sleep. Pass out rather. One command and you're out like a light. I heard of the first time back around Halloween, and now more are going on. I know you're new. I know you want to go home. But the best thing to do right now is get over it, accept it."
She shook her head slowly. She was really offended at the tone and way she said that the islanders are just giving up. An almost glare came to her eyes as she spoke. "People here don't just roll over and take it. Jamal, for example, tried to kill Aubrey...the woman who saved my life. Chubbs almost snapped at her too, the Dude punched Moreau himself square in the jaw! We don't take it sitting down. We've tried what we can... but the doctors are like gods on this island. They control everything."
Sighing she lost the edge of her voice. "For two months we were in a black out. No duplexes or cafeteria no easy living. It seemed as if there was a huge explosion, we didn't know what was going on. It seemed we had to survive all on our own for two whole months. But secretly the doctors were controling everything. It made a lot of people angry... but the fact is...it only proves their power over us all."
"There is no place on the island that is free of cameras. They keep a watch on us all and make sure we're surviving, and staying relatively healthy. Everywhere is bugged, they are smart enough to manipulate DNA to make...this!" She once again gave a good show of her arm webbing and gills. "You think they aren't smart enough to block escape attempts? You're just going to hurt yourselves if you try to escape."
She sighed softly and then lost all flame. She looked away. "I'm really sorry..." Her eyes shut tight because she doesn't want to see these girls getting hurt... more pain... "I want to believe there is a way out. I want to believe you can make it. But I don't want you to get hurt. I dn't want there to be more pain, more disappointment. As much as I hope I know you will fail...."
She looked back to them her eyes teary. "I'm really...truly...sorry."
Angharad almost started crying again by way of reaction to Awen's tears, the crushing defeats piling up in the blue-haired girl's eyes. She tightened her grip on Fiona's arm for a moment; she knew that Fee would never ever accept it, but in the bizarre dream world Annie was living, the words were black with despair.
"I.. Thankyou, Awen," she said slowly, almost at a loss. "It must be hell to have to live here. And you've lived it longer than we have." Her hand slipped, and her green eyes saw nothing for a moment.
"Fee," she continued faintly. "I'm going to go lie down for a while. I have an upstairs apartment... it's near the end, and the bottom one's door is open, but I can't remember the number. Come and see me in a little while...."
She stumbled off, slightly dazed, confused in herself as to why she was leaving Fiona after spending all day trying to find her, but her bruised body was tired and sore and her mind threatening to switch off the dream cushion. Nevertheless, her feet made their way back in the hopefully right direction, unfamiliar sandals flopping steadily. All she wanted now was some sleep, some sleep that would leave her awake and back in Canada.
"See you again soon, Awen..."
Expressions as varied as the colours of the rainbow passed across her face one by one as Awen let loose the torrent of speech. Anger, disgruntlement, disappointment, sadness, insult, loss, sympathy, despair, self-rightiousness. When her friend's hand left her arm, the spot felt cold. "Angharad..." she said softly, almost imploringly as she left. Her fire had dimmed, and her energy dropped quite visibly. "I'm sorry to hear that you got hurt real bad trying to get away." Fiona muttered after a moments hesitation. "Really, I am. But I can't just not do anything. Give me time to think it out, and I'll find a way. Trust me, I've been doin' stuff like this since before I could walk."
She gave a somewhat subdued smile as a peace-offering. "I think the reason nothing's worked is 'cause it's all direct approaches. Punches to the face feel great, but they don't get you anywhere." She'd learned that one the hard way in grade three. Oops. "Like, the hedgehog lady is real smart, choosing to live in the wild. And it sort of gave me some ideas how you-" she stopped, "how we can change things around here. We don't have to swim away here and now, or hijack a chopper or something. We've just gotta get something we can use to manipulate the strangle-hold a little. I've fought bigass corperations before who don't give a damn about the individual, and I don't think it's all that different, 'cept for the zapper-in-your-neck scenario. Hedgehog lady," clearly another forgotten name- "mentioned that too. But we just have to take small steps, yanno? Do s**t that won't piss them off enough to knock them out, but that'll make a difference in the long run." Fiona grinned, but her eyes wavered slightly. Awen's discouragement had certainly rained on her parade, but she wasn't going to be deterred so easily.
Sighing softly Awen waved Fiona to follow her. She turned and started back for her own duplex. "Come with me please... open areas kind of bug me lately." She rubbed her arm a little where Billy had latched on. Sabin's talks had helped, but it didn't erase everything that had happened.
She glanced over her shoulder to see if the girl was following. "Besides there's less cameras there."
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 3:19 am
The Ones Upstairs______________________________________________________//
Angharad had spent the rest of the day collapsed, face down on her bed. She'd managed to assuage her thirst when she'd noticed the minifridge; the icy water she'd gulped down still couldn't remove the rawness that remained from breathing chemicals.
Eyes tight shut, curled into a ball on top of the bed covers, all Angharad could do was listen to the sounds outside. Myriad mocking bird calls, the lonely sound of wind on the mountain and the jungle trees, maybe some voices drifting in and out in the 'street' below.
Nothing like the soft warm silence of her own room.
The bruises lingered, the hunger began; and Angharad finally accepted that it was not a dream, but a reality to be faced. Dark thoughts hung around her; she did not even want Fiona to be there, witnessing her despair. With all her heart she wished she had never arrived here, that Fee was not there too.. and the tiny amount of anger at herself and Fiona for even going on such a reckless protest to begin with. There was no anger turned on Fiona for getting them into this mess.. if there was, it was so ruthlessly quashed by her own guilt and fear that she did not consciously realise it.
As darkness fell on the village, she finally found sleep.
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She opened her eyes and stared at the stark white ceiling for a while , barely flinching as the events of yesterday rose into her mind like bubbles from a swamp. Morning.. well, it looked like early sunshine wasstreaming in her windows; she had not bothered with the blinds. Hunger made its presence known with increasing alacrity, and still somewhat dazed the girl swung her legs off the bed.
What was more pressing however was the thoughts that had come to her last night.
Why?
She had to talk to someone in charge, find out what the hell was going on. And make sure Fiona wouldn't have to until she was ready.
Walking with quiet steps in the empty room, she placed one hand on what she presumed was the intercom machine. Bobby had mentioned it, and so had the David bear; she smiled a small smile, noting that she probably didn't want to talk to someone called Sabin.
Taking a deep breath she pressed the obvious communication buttom and spoke, her voice cracking slightly from underuse for a moment before becoming stronger, quiet and steady.
"Excuse me. I want to speak to someone right now, please."
Manners, though perhaps inappropriate considering their situation, always helped when talking to authorities. Cutting questions got further than furspraying protests sometimes.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 3:36 am
"Hold please," said a bored male voice from the speaker. There was a moment of white noise as he clicked over the call.
A moment later, another click and a woman's voice, mature and friendly sounding, came through. "Dr. Lockheart, can I help you?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 3:41 am
A woman? Angharad frowned slightly before remembering to answer.
"This is Angharad Anderson. Are you in charge around here? Because I'd like to ask some questions, and get some answers too," And her steady voice trembled for a moment, sounding a little defiant.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 3:58 am
Aubrey's lips pursed, really hoping she wouldn't have had to been the one to speak to these young girls first. She shook her head and continued anyway. Jamal's behavoir earlier had put her in a rather sour mood. "Dr. Nicholas Moreau is in charge here and my direct superior, but he's busy at the moment so you can speak to me."
((OOC note, if An actually did any research into the company itself, she might very well know Moreau as being the elusive and rarely seen sole CEO of Feral Labs))
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:05 am
((Yes she did. :3 But that's about all she and Fiona found out. ))
Moreau. The David bear had said, and now this confirmed it. What sick... She shook her head feircely and continued.
"Dr. Lockheart then. Why are we here? What's going on? Because I've heard some terrible rumours, and I know we're not in Canada anymore. Have you any idea what the authorities will think of this??"
It wasn't really conversation, just an outpouring of the questions that barrelled up inside her. What had they done to deserve island life imprisonment??
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:17 am
"You're here, Miss ... Anderson - was it? - you're here because you broke onto Feral Labs property. Thats a criminal offense, and we don't take kindly to young, foolish idealists tampering with expensive and critical research!" Aubrey was already annoyed, and talking to his hippie probably would but her in a much better mood. Aubrey dispised animal rights activists.
Not that Aubrey didn't love animals. On the contrary, she had been facinated with them since she was a little girl. Aubrey was staunchy against poaching and furring and cosmetic testing on animals. But medical testing, to her, was a whole other ball of wax. AUbrey was a realist and a scientist, and she understood that animal testing was a unfortunate necessities of progress. All the leaps and bounds of modern medicine would be greatly slowed - if not stopped altogether - if drugs and treatments couldn't be tested on animals before given to humans. Drug discovery, with all its rules and regulations, was already slowed down to an almost maddening pace already. Which, of course, is one of many reasons Moreau took his facity out of the US.
"The authorities will never know where you are, Miss Anderson. Our security cameras clearly show you breaking into our labs, freeing the animals, then getting apprehended." Aubrey paused and let a slight threatening tone slip into her vouice, indicating what she was about to say was obviously staged. " Such a shame Miss Brooks managed to get one of our guard's pistols away from him. Shot him, too. Nealy killed him, she did. Its a miracle he's alive. Obviously you two thought he was dead. You fleed in the struggle. Knowing your would be convicted with breaking and entering, property damage, theft, resisting arrest and even mansluaghter, its no surprise that the two of you ran away like you did. Shame you'll probably never be found, I'm sure your parents are worried sick."
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:24 am
The colour drained slowly away from Angharad's face, and she leant one hand against the wall as the words echoed in her head. They'd put out a cover story? That Fee had shot someone? That they were on the run?
All that could be heard on the other end of the line for a while was muffled sobbing, before the slightly less steady voice returned.
"You're sick, Dr Lockheart." A pause. "I know what we did was illegal. And half of me is sorry for it. But to free those poor, defenseless creatures... I would have done anything.
"But what right does that give you to turn us into experiments?!? I've seen the shot mark, seen the other inhabitants... this is worse than animal testing, this is experimenting on humans! How can you live with yourself?"
The voice was passionate, but not the angry explosion it would have been if it had been Fiona on the other end of the line.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:33 am
Aubrey's grip on her communicator turned white-knuckle as she insulted her. It wasn't the first time she'd been called crazy. But it was the first time she heard out of the ears of a young girl. It was screamed out of anger, but a true, biting belief of a scared teenager.
How can you live with yourself?
Aubrey felt her lip curl and her hands tremble abit, but she made herself calm down before saying anything. Yelling at the girl would do nothing but proove her accusations true.
"I don't expect someone as bleeding hearted and weak minded at you to understand the concept of sacrifice. Every medicine you've ever taken, the surgies your freinds and families will all have to go through at some point in their life - all of those made possible by the noble sacrifces of lab animals, Miss Anderson." She sighed. "And sometimes people. I know not everyone shares the same machiavellian principles as we do here on the island... but if you don't agree to them you should at least try to understand them and accept it. Your life is here now. You can fight it, or you can try to make yourself comfortable. You have your best friend with you, which is more than most people get."
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:40 am
The words were crushing, and Angharad bowed her head, shoulders shaking with fear and anger as the woman on the other end of the line cooly pointed out her flaws and uselessness in the situation. At least she had her best friend... she'd rather Fee was a thousand miles away and safe than here. It was small consolation at the moment, though probably realised more in time.
When she could eventually speak again, her voice was low and defeated.
"Where can I get food, and more clothes." She hated having to ask this snake of a woman, but she had no choice now. Once she'd found out those details, she no longer had to speak with her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:49 am
Aubrey was very happy she wasn't having to look at the poor girl just yet. Aubrey was no where near as cold-hearted as she obviously sounded, but there was simply nothing else Aubrey could think to be. She was tired of trying to argue with the islanders - to make them see how well they were treated. In the end, they were still prisoners, and nother Aubrey said, either to them or herself, could change that.
"There's a cafeteria down in the Village," she said, calming her voice to a professional, soft tone. "Its open all the time, though hot meals are served three times a day, as posted."
She paused for a moment. "New clothes will be given to you soon. In the meantime there is a set of scrubs in your chest of drawers, and a washroom next to the cafeteria, to the right of the TV room."
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