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 Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 2:52 pm
Tobart considered for a second before answering. It was a terrible thing to think of, to be sure, but he answered, "...Yes. We are... weird."
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:34 pm
Apsalar hesitated, then dropped her head. She still didn't understand enough about 'weird' to realize the negative connotations, but the sadness in Tobart's voice when he replied told her enough.
Weird was bad. If they were weird, they had to be bad. Had they brought this on themselves, somehow, by being weird? All the experiments and the pain, always being cooped up like this and unable to move - did they deserve it all?
Of course, she couldn't ask Tobart any of these questions. She didn't have the words, and she wouldn't have asked even if she did - she felt bad enough about making him sad. Did she need to heap any more unhappiness on a packmate?
But she thought them, and they were probably going to be the basis for yet another sleepless night.
She reached through the bars between them as far as she could. It wasn't much, but she could at least get her fingers through. "Sorry," she said softly, offering her still-cool hand to him, partly for comfort and partly as an apology. She hadn't meant to hurt him - it had just been curiosity.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 3:01 pm
"Don't apologize," he said, gratefully interlocking his fingers with hers. "You've done nothing wrong." Ever. he added in his mind. We're all innocent. Why would they hurt us? Why do they even care?
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:39 pm
Apsalar took the meaning of his sentence more from the fact that he accepted her offered hand than the words spoken. He wasn't angry with her. That was more of a relief than she would have guessed. She didn't know if she would have been able to bear having one of her packmates angry with her over mistaken curiosity.
She looked down at their joined fingers for a minute, feeling a little surprised. For some reason, she had expected the touch - even the touch of a packmate - to hurt. That it didn't was...confusing, to say the least. But nice, too.
So she left it there as she began to search for the words she wanted. "Hurt," she said at last, glancing up at Tobart. "You. Sorry." Her disjointed explanation would make sense only to another Chimera, most likely - most scientists overhearing it wouldn't understand what she was trying to say.
I hurt you. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 9:41 am
((sorry guys life's been kinda all over the place lately, could i have an uptade on what has happened?, thankx))
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 1:05 pm
"Hurt me? No, of course not." He rubbed the tips of her fingers, wishing deep down for something more.
((And Ollie, Panther has been recaptured and is now being experimented on.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 2:46 pm
Apsalar was entirely bewildered by this. She didn't understand why he'd seemed so unhappy if she hadn't hurt him - and since she had yet to learn about things like white lies, she didn't even have that to fall back on. Her confusion evident, she glanced around the room as though looking for someone who could explain it to her.
It was only when she happened to spot one that she thought of the cameras, and then of TAIS, and glanced back at Tobart. Alarm came and went in her eyes quickly as she carefully pulled her hand back. "See," she said by way of explanation. The cameras. They'll see.
She wasn't sure why she thought that would be a bad thing. It was mostly instinct. After all, the scientists knew about John's closeness to Panther - at least she thought they did; they must, or else it made no sense - and now they were using them against one another. She didn't want that.
Brooding, she raised one hand absently to rub her forehead. The headache was still there, but she'd gotten used to it the way one gets used to a particularly irritating background noise. She glanced up at Tobart again after a few minutes, and going back to their earlier conversation of sorts, she asked, "Why?"
Why are you sad, if what I said didn't hurt you?
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 12:56 am
See? Tobart thought. See what? He tried to see what she did; nothing out of the ordinary. He kept searching, feeling more than a little bereft, until Apsalar interrupted his thoughts with a single worded question. "Why what?" he whispered, acknowledging but not understanding her urgency.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 9:05 pm
Apsalar blinked at him for several seconds. She hadn't considered that Tobart might not understand her strange, broken speech - John had, and she didn't talk enough to realize that maybe they wouldn't all know what she meant. "See..." She gestured behind her, making a motion with her hands like her cage was being pulled backwards - something TAIS did to deliver them to the experimentation rooms. From there, she hoped Tobart could figure it out. "See," she murmured.
Then she looked up again and considered. "Why?" she asked, recognizing the word when Tobart spoke it. It took a lot of thinking to come up with a way to explain what she wanted to know. "Why?" She touched her finger just to the corner of her eye and gently drew it down her face, signaling tears - meaning sadness. "You. Not hurt. But..." she made her tear signal again. "Why?"
If I didn't hurt you, why are you sad? she wondered again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 9:21 pm
"I don't understand what you're saying..." Tobart said helplessly, though drew back anyway because of her obvious distress.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 3:32 pm
((Thankx miinefield biggrin ))
Curled up in a little ball Iruka had spend the night whispering to himself to be patient and calm down, nothing and no one would stop him, it had to be done. Plotting and waiting until the last second then a flash attack, those were his talents; partly infused by the chameleon DNA in him. His eyes moving in all directions taking it all in, nothing escaped his gaze: scratches, rust spots, little holes, he memorized every single one of them, waiting just waiting for the right day and "time".
Looking up at the metallic grey celling of his cage Iruka lost all notion of his surroundings, all his concentration going into "that", not even flinching when the new chimera had been taken or when all the screams came, no Iruka had no space in his mind for such things at the moment, only "that" mattered only "she" was important.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 8:42 am
Apsalar scratched at the floor unhappily for a few minutes. Why had she never learned to speak the way John and Tobart and so many of the others could? Why was it so difficult for her to communicate, and for them to understand? Why was she this way?
Thoroughly frustrated, she looked down through the little holes to see if John was awake. Maybe he could explain it to her, since he seemed to be able to grasp what she meant most of the time. Since he didn't appear to be, she looked back at Tobart and gave a little shrug.
"Okay," she said. There was really nothing else to say. She couldn't explain herself any better, and he didn't understand. There had to be some other way to communicate, but Apsalar had nothing at the moment.
So she gave up, at least for the time being. She would just have to wonder until she came up with a reason for it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 5:49 pm
((I'm waiting on a reply from Mayhem or Anin))
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 8:23 pm
((Sorry I've been gone so long guys, thanks for keeping this up in the meantime, you guys are wonderful smile ))
Panther's systems almost immediately stabilized. She stiffened against the bindings on the cold metal gurney, but slowly relaxed until she fell against the table again, mostly unconscious. Blurry vision filled her head, and she could hear something, garbled words. Though she knew that voice, the message was unclear and broken in her mind. Panther didn't want to stay there anymore, nothing made sense. So she let herself slip back into blissful nothingness.
John opened his eyes, having gotten a few hours' rest. He could hear Tobart and Apsalar's conversation through his sleep, but it hadn't bothered him. He had learned to sleep with a semi-alertness, as if he was part dragon and slept with one eye open, though that was more metaphorical than anything. He stretched, moving his legs out as far as he could without hitting the bars and massaged his cramped neck. His wings felt stiff as well, but they always did inside the slaughterhouse. That was another bad thing about being inside of a cage, though it didn't need anymore negative reasons.
Now that he was awake, however, his thoughts returned to Panther. What could possibly be happening to her, he wondered, not without dread. She had never been experimented on, at least not by Devon. It would come as quite a shock, probably.
A shock. Probably. John held his head in his hands, the imagery of Panther's body contorting from the electric currents Devon was so fond of.
"s**t." It was a hoarse, agonized whisper to himself, but he didn't even hear it.
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