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 Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 11:41 am
It had been a while for Alex, to sleep in an actual bed, compete with blankets no less. It was a welcome change for him, as he practically fell into his bed. He'd met some others who were in the same situation as himself, but right now, sleep was a more pressing concern to him. His coat tossed to one side of the bed, shoes kicked off, he lay there, his eye lids heavy.
The pilot lay there, oblivious of the small kid who he had to room with, as he tossed and turned in his sleep, his body feeling far too warm as he lay under the covers. Maybe he had some bad food, something not cooked. He didn't know, as he rolled over once more.
A sharp pain woke Alex from his sleep, as he felt his hands tense up painfully, tendons in his hands twitching as they altered. Alex bit his lip as he sucked air in through his teeth. The pain in his hands caused him to gasp, his fingers gripping at the blanket that covered him, his finger nails pushing through the fabric, forming small rips in it. Even through the pain he could feel his fingers, as the sensation of gripping the blanket seemed to feel a bit differently, as he held onto it in a pain induced deathgrip.
Yeah, the poor pilot, he was in for a very bad night.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 11:55 am
Jamie lay in his bed barely a few meters away from Alex in the small Inn room. Since dinner that day he hadn’t said a word, he was too busy wrapped and absorbed in his own thoughts. He was already so homesick, he didn’t want to sleep in this strange unfamiliar bed, neither did his body. Jamie had tossed and turned for a long time before his young body succumbed to exhaustion. He’d already walked a great deal more that he was usually used to that day.
Even though he slept, it hasn’t a pleasant one. He was still haunted by images of home and family.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:41 pm
It looked like a bad night to sleep, at least for some folks it seemed. Alex knew he was one of them as he panted quick short breaths. Even as the pain in his hands abeited, he let out another gasp as thick but short spears pushed out from his body in spots.
As many spots grew with the thick feathery shafts, Alex cried out sharply, feeling like he'd had his body stabbed from the inside out. His talon-like finger nails ripped through the cloth sheet of the bed. This was painful. Moreso than when he'd gotten stung by a bunch of jelly fish. No, this was bad, and he didn't know what was causing it.
Alex rolled over in pain, as his ears lenghtening, feathers pushing out from spots on his elbows and around his ears. The roll was one too many, and the pilot fell from his bed, and onto the wooden floor below. He landed with a thump, but the pilot was too busy crying through tightly closed eyes.
So much for a silent night.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 4:49 pm
Cecil was too busy wiping the tears out of his eyes to sleep. He flipped through his notebook- his archive of conversations past. He looked through the book like an old picture album, turning each page reverently. The candlelight flickered on his handwriting, his hands rubbing across the dried ink, memories of the past coming to him. Cecil wiped his eyes for what seemed like the hundreth time. So, this was it then. Stuck in some kind of alternate demension with no hope of going back. It sounded so stupid, but something in Cecil knew it to be true.
He shut the book, hesitated and slipped it back into his bag. Cecil stared out the window. The moons, the stars, they were all there, but they were different in some odd way that he didn't understand.
Thud.
Cecil snapped out of his daze and took his candlestick with his lit candle and stood up. The sound came from the room next to him. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. He walked out of his room and down the hallway. He heard a sickly groan come from the room. Was there something in the food? Cecil rubbed his stomach.
Alex and Jamie were in the room next to his if he remembered correctly, he hoped they weren't in trouble, the equilvilant to medicine in ye olde town wasn't exactly pretty.
He opened the door and walked into the room, the candlelight flickering around, making shadows dance around the room. Alex was on the floor. Cecil put down the candle and held his shoulders. He would've asked if he was alright if it weren't for the lack of voice. Alas, all Cecil could do was hold him still.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 8:24 am
If Alex had noticed Cecil's arrival in the room, he didn't show it, as his form was highlighted between bits of candle light and the darkness of shadows. That was probably a good thing, since it meant that others wouldn't notice the changes that were forcing themselves upon his body.
The pilot clutched at the blanket in his talon-esque hands, as he felt Cecil lean over to hold his body, still feeling the sharp sensations of those quills having pushed from his ears and elbows. Even as the quills bloomed into small feathers, the pilot gasped between shots of pain that raced through him.
He slowly turned his head to look at Cecil, his eyes and face wet with tears, each breath a gasp. He muttered to himself, oblivious to the length of his ears as he looked at Cecil, repeatedly saying "I'm ok." Then his eyes went wide in pain as his feet and spine burned and twitched in the life of their own.
Alex let out a crying "Gawk!" before letting loose with a barrage of Chinese that sounded like, "Liou coe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh ur-tze!"* The pilot buckled over as his feet ripped through the socks he wore, claws forming on each toe slowly digging into the wood flooring. But that wasn't the worst, as his spine seemed to lengthen, ripping a hole through the back of his pants.
New sensations and pain flooded through his mind and body, crying out once more in pain, losing himself in the sensations. Sweat formed over his body, as it twitched and seemed to be working overtime on altering itself. At this point, getting hit by a car would probably have felt better for the pilot.
* No, I won't tell you what this means in Chinese, but its pretty bad.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 4:38 am
Jamie reacted to suddenly begin woken the same as any other 12 year old, he groaned before trying to find the source of what had woken him up. A task which was far harder to do in the dark.
""A-Alex?" he stuttered, unsure if he was remembered the strangers name correctly.
One would have thought the light that Cecil brought in would have helped, it didn't exactly. Jamie curled up in the blankets to cover his eyes from the sudden light source.
"Stop it, q-quiet...please" H didn't want to believe any of this any more.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 8:45 am
A large amount of sweat clung to the pilot's body, as he lay there. His body twitched and altered in spots, muscles and bones rearranging his feet and spine. He was sure this was what running 40 miles without a break would be like. It was painful, he was hungry, he was sweating up a storm, and all he wanted was to not feel a thing.
Even as his feet became clawed, and his spine started to form into something resembling a tail, the pilot just gasped and panted and moaned. His larger ears could hear Jamie's comments, and as his body slowly started to finish its alterations, the pilot tried to comply with the request to be quiet. As the end of his new found tailtip filled out with fur, the pilot just started to pant, keeping his eyes closed.
His ears twitched just a bit, as did his new tail, and in the low amount of light, it might make him look oddly wrong, especially with the tail that twitched behind him on its own. He lay there, panting and gasping, even as the sensation of pain seemed to slowly be leaving him with odd new sensations to deal with.
"Uuhhhhgggg...", he muttered between pants.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 3:06 pm
Cecil let go. Alex was definately okay, yeah, sure, he's not cursing in Chinese and screaming in pain. Of course he wasn't okay! Nonetheless, Cecil crabwalked back into the side of Jamie's bed and watched.
He jumped when he heard Jamie stir. Cecil grabbed the candlestick and looked at the kid, and then back at Alex, who was just about done with whatever was ailing him. Cecil crawled over to Alex's face, and felt his head. He didn't know what else he could do; Boy scout he wasn't.
Whatever had hit him, Alex was burning and sweating like crazy. Cecil withdrew his hand and grabbed his scarf. He pulled it down to reveal a small hole in his throat. He hated having to try and talk, but this was an emergency.
"Are you okay?" He croaked out quietly, before replacing his scarf.
He reached back for the candlestick, and put it up to Alex's face. Unknown to Cecil, that little movement put his knee right on Alex's newly grown tail.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 4:49 pm
The pilot panted some as he laid there, then looked over to Cecil and Jamie. His fingers fumbled with the blanket they held, reaching slowly up to his face, to rub those scaly fingers over one of his ears and some of the feathers that were emerging from it.
The light from the candle reflected some from the scales on his fingers and the feathers on his ear. Unfortunately, it caused the pilot to wince from having the light shown in his face, but at least it might give Cecil a decent idea of how he looked.
"I'm okay... I thi..." The pilot was rudely interupted by a new shot of pain, as Cecil put his knee squarely on his new tail.
"Raaaww-aawwwkkk!" The sound wasn't quite human as he reached back to grab his tail as he rolled over, trying to free his limb. As soon as he had his tail in his hand and no longer feeling the sharp pain, his mind started to realize that he was holding a limb he shouldn't have. That might explain his confused look as he sat there in the candlelight.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 7:09 pm
Cecil let out a squeak as he was jerked off the new apendage and banged his back against Jamie's bed.
It's not over? Cecil crawled down to Alex again. He looked at Alex in the candlelight. There was something... Odd about him. It may have been a trick of the light, but Cecil swore that his ears seemed bigger. There were more interesting oddites though, like the tail.
He reached over the man's legs and grabbed Alex's tail in his hands and gave a perplexed look to Alex. He let go and cocked his head over to the new limb. Cecil wanted to know what was going on.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 4:36 am
Jamie kept his eyes shut, even if he had had them open, he'd only have seen the dim orange light from the candle moving around on the sheets covering his head. He jumped a little at the sudden yelps, notably animal like sounding ones at that. Jamie knew a least enough about animals to know that much.
It's wasn't real, it was just a dream, he'd wake up soon, back home, in his own bed. He couldn't take much more of this.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 6:28 am
Alex looked between Cecil and the blanket lump that was Jamie, before looking down at the twitching limb that was his tail, as it lay in his hands. He rubbed the new limb a bit, suprised at the feeling, the unnaturalness of it, only to have Cecil reach over and grab the limb as well.
The pilot seemed to pull back just a bit at the new hand on his tail, his tuffed limb twitching some as well against both his scaled fingers and Cecil's softer hand. "Hey...", he muttered out, pulling his tail back into his grasp, fingers massaging the sore spot from where the knee had pressed so rudely onto it.
It was another second or two, before the pilot realized he'd forgotten that he wasn't supposed to have a tail and had just pulled it to himself as though to guard it. He frowned, his pointed ears drooping just a bit. "Uh... Sorry", he said to Cecil. "This is odd, bad. Uh..." The tail twitched in his hand as he looked back up. "Oh man... what the hell?"
It was probably a good thing no one else had shown up because of the noise he'd been making. Last thing he needed was being a freak amongst the others who'd found themselves brought to the world, or worst, the guards showing.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 4:01 pm
Cecil dropped the tail in surprise when he felt it twitch. He took a step back, the candlelight flickered on Alex' form.
He took off his scarf and breathed out a, "It's okay." He took another deep breath, and said, "What is that?" He pointed to the tail.
Cecil's eyes widened when Alex's ears lowered. It was bad enough he had to wrestle with the fact that he could be stuck here. Alex's changes made him worry about his survival. Didn't the Baron mention The Plague earlier? Cecil didn't know what the symptoms were for plague, but food poisoning and colds were trivial compared to the strange sickness Alex had. Cecil grew nervous, what about him? Was it contegious? He wiped his hands on his sleeves hurriedly.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 6:10 pm
The pilot blinked as he looked down at his tail, and then back up to Cecil. "Its..." He looked back down at the limb, as it twitched a bit in response to his nervousness.
He wasn't going to complain about Cecil's tracheotomy or even freak out about it. He had far too many things to worry about concerning himself at the moment. "I... I think its a tail."
Alex let that answer blurt out and just hang there in the darkness, not sure how else you follow up said statement. Sure, he could probably worry about his ears and fingers and feet, but a tail... humans didn't have tails.
It was wrong. It was wrong and he had no clue what to do. He let go of his tail, and put both of his scaled hands over his face, as he wondered if this was some horrible nightmare. A nightmare where he'd felt new forms of pain. At least it seemed Alex and Jamie were both trying to pretend this was a horrible nightmare, even as the twitching tail suggested otherwise.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 6:52 pm
There was a light rapping as Karin made her presence known, peering in from the doorway. "What's the hubub, bub," she asked, voice still thick from having been sound asleep not too long before. "Some of us are trying to catch some shut-eye. And the plan's to mooch off the inn for as long as possible, which they're not gonna let us do if we make a commotion." It was kind of funny- she barely knew any of these people, yet they came from familiar backgrounds and so she was already mentally categorizing them as a group.
She squinted into the sparse candlelight but from her view point, all she could see was Alex and Cecil on the floor, the shadows dancing and twirling about them. That caught her by surprise, rousing her a bit more from the haze of sleep. She had figured if anyone would be having problems tonight, it'd be the kid, not the pilot. Well, Jamie appeared to have some problems, huddled as he was in his bed and Alex seemed to be the source of those issues.
The firefighter frowned, and moved closer in, but still staying close to the door.
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