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Alexander Calhone

"Slow dauhn. Can' talk da fahst."

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a character in “Island of Doctor Moreau”, as played by Aramay

Description

Name: Alexander Calhone (Jaws, Swamp Thing)
Age: 35
Species: Aquatic mutation (Failed experiment)
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 290 lbs (Post change)
Appearance: Image
Special Needs: Cannot survive for long periods of time out of water. Can survive in fresh or salt water but requires access to both in order to stay healthy. He is greatly limited in mobility and cannot move far outside of water. Therefore he must receive assistance when inside the facility and/or out of water. Due to this there is a stream specially installed to run through the facility as well as equipment to hoist him up and to any areas that would prove impossible for him, or the staff to achieve with carrying him.
Strengths: Patient: He spent over 15 years dealing with his spouse and between 10 to 13 with the pampered kids. Being stuck on an island with all your needs met as a freak is a cake walk. Learned: Take the time to listen to him and he has words of wisdom that people will want to know. This pertains to the island as well.
Weaknesses: Alcoholic: He gets sick if he drinks now but it doesn't stop him from 'drinking like a fish' if he is presented with a bottle. Stubborn: Once someone pisses him off he will go out of his way to keep them from changing his mind. If you can get him to speak to you after that its mostly just to bad mouth you.
Career: Construction Contractor
Weapons: Has a harpoon gun and a knife hidden away back before he was water bound. He can't reach them now.
Personality: Used to be a quick lipped hot head till the last few years. Now he's much harder to anger. He'd much rather lay back and take in the sun. Not to say that he won't get mad if you insult him. He can hold a grudge for a long time.
History: His marriage hasn't been the kindest to him. He married too young and now the spouses hardly know each other with how much they've changed over the years. There were also the usual complaints. Not doing enough around the house, or going on trips like they used to, but he now had a mortgage to pay. She insisted to send the kids to private schools and have him pay for sports, music lessons, every penny of it draining right out of his wallet in front of his very eyes. Yet it still wasn't enough. They wanted new cell phones every few months, and weren't the least bit afraid to spend any cash they begged him to give them. Just when he thought it would stop they would come back for more like hungry baby birds.

He had enough of dealing with the drama. Doing something for himself for once he took up sailing lessons and took out a loan to purchase a fairly modest boat. After that he patiently waited for the next time his wife tried to weasel by for a big ticket purchase for 'them', ie for herself. He hauled off on her knowing she would follow him to the ends of the earth after all the shit he flung at her by speaking his mind. All the sweeter to watch her expression as he sailed off into the sunset while flipping her the bird. She couldn't serve him with divorce papers if she didn't know where he was going. He took almost everything of worth out of the bank and sold off everything but the house and the car. Let the bitch fend for herself with the kids for a while so she would know what it felt like. He had enough to last him at least a few years if he budgeted it enough. God knows he's had years of practice already. He would sail all along the coast until he got tired of it or ran out of money. That was his plan.

During one of the harsher storms he was knocked off course and ended up on the island. He was one of the first to end up there. Not only that but he was smart enough to hide away some of his tools and supplies before the island security caught him. This was before the surveillance cameras were installed.

So begins...

Alexander Calhone's Story

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Tex was certainly not the only one to catch the echoing voices of new arrivals that managed to emanate through the air vents to the outside. His ears may have shriveled but he could still hear above the water just fine to tell that there were more than just a couple greenhorns who have found themselves on the island. So it seems as though they expanded their operations to harbor a larger group. He was curious as to how this would turn out. After all. They could barely handle three in the beginning and from what he could remember, the first trials weren't even finished yet. Here he thought he would give them a shocking welcome but the brute with horns already beat him to it. Not like he could drag his body out onto the sand for very long. Feels much like dragging yourself over fine grain sandpaper. It doesn't hurt right away until it rubs away the top hair and outer epidermal layers of skin...not that he had much hair anymore.

Alex lugged his upper body onto the sand so that he could get a better look at where the bird-bat-man had landed. He huffs like an asthmatic old man but once he creates a niche on the side of the stream he settles in enough to quickly recover his air. "Hay. Birdo, see an'thin' to ripe ohf' yeh?" His speech wasn't the best. Serrated teeth were not kind to delicate tongues causing him to develop a speech impediment just so he could avoid accidentally biting off his own tongue. His words were slow but his mind was still well enough intact.

They weren't the only two curious about what was going on inside the building. He could never catch her completely in his sights and for most eyes, she had good reason to do so. But with him, he was starting to think that she started to do this with him as well for the fun of it. Or maybe seclusion was actually getting to her, that knack she had for paranoia was finally getting the best of her. Maybe. What a lonely existence she must lead.

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Tex glanced down at the fish-man several feet below. His gaze spoke of very little interest in the creature but he scoffed slightly anyways, turning his gaze back to the new test subjects. His tail began to uncoil from around the trunk of the tree in which he stood. The movement was very much like that of a snake seeking to wrap around anything nearby.

"Hardly." Tex said simply. "None of these fools will last very long."

Tex lowered one of his wings to grasp the branch he stood on with his hooked claw. He crawled strangely along the branch. His tail slid off the tree trunk to drape below and gradually sway and twitch with each step he took. He lept with ease to a lower branch on another more thickly grown tree. "One of them is ex military though....he should be interesting if he lasts. He'd probably be dumb and stubborn enough to try and confront them. It would be.....thoughtless of me not to lend my.....assistance."

Tex smirked. He and Alex both knew of the potential futility of rebellion, even if the man figured out a way to get them all off the island there was no way society would allow them normal lives again. Both Alex and Tex fared just fine where they where as most people would pay to live on a secluded island full of the bounties of nature. Tex would have fun regardless, sapping the man for his own amusement and desire. He fell silent after that, his sharp gaze scanned the nearby brush sensing vaguely the presence of a comrade he had much desire to avoid. He climbed the tree he was in using hook and talon to find a potential save zone and used his tail and tallons to secure himself in a comfortable inverted position. He wrapped himself in the comfort of his wings with only his head visible. His wide eyes gazing down at Alex. "What will you do? Stalk them along the riverbanks and drag them to their watery graves? That would be amusing. We can rename you Loch Ness. Nessie for short."

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"Y'no I though' the same thing when I saw you." The Tex had little to no meat on his bones to speak of when he first came here. He figured he would be the first one to die off. Either from withdrawal or while trying to execute one of his idiotic plans to get off the island. The man proved to be more versatile than he expected. He neither hated nor particularly enjoyed the man's company but it was far better than talking to the birds. If anything he became more tolerant of him when 'she' went into hiding. Of course she still visited him at times, when she wasn't always looking over her shoulder...speaking of which. The area had grown quiet. Only the distant sound of a bell, the dampened songs of birds and breeze rustling the trees accompanied them.

Alex's attention returned to Tex. "Course he'll last, for now. Till-" He trailed off. Sure the soldier was the best bet starting off considering his training. This of course could change. Just like it did with the different roles that they had played just a few months ago. "Long's you don' get me cau' up in yer sh'nan'gins, like las' time." He didn't even want to bother thinking about that time. Best left to be forgotten to time.

Much of his facial muscles didn't function like they used to but it was clear as day that he was scowling at the feathery man's last comment. "How 'bout you come dow' here so I can give you my opinion?" If he could climb trees he would drag that snarky idiot and watch his expression turn as he pulled him under just long enough to watch him inhale. Tex would hear something zip past his head as he moved further up the trees. It only happened once. But it was enough that he would be reminded just how futile it was for him to climb. No matter how high, as long as he was in the trees he could be reached by one.

'If only it didn't take so damn long for the greenhorns to walk out a damn door. You'd think they were half blind.' Alex thought to himself.

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Tex laughed like a wheezing parrot, "Sorry, I don't scuba dive with sharks."

He stopped laughing when he caught movement at the corner of his eyes. He turned his head abruptly and though he couldn't get a glimpse of the faceless creature keeping an eye on them he knew very well who it was. A twinge of annoyance breeched his expression, discarded only at the sound of Varin's sounds of dispair. He immediately fell to silence and used his hooked claws at the knuckles of his wings to clamber along the branches, upside down towards the sound. He hid far above Varin, cloaked by shadows and leaves his black fur and dirt covered skin acting as some vague form of camouflage. He listened to Varin as he spoke to himself and the heavens, with an indifferent expression on his deformed face.

"Pull yourself together." He said simply. Keeping hidden in the trees but addressing Varin. He wasn't quite ready to show himself yet. Tex was.....melodramatic at times. Varin would hear his voice quite close by, just in the trees but he wouldn't see him, not directly. He would hear the rustle of leaves however and occasionally catch a branch shake as he leapt from one branch to another, climbing and swinging. Perhaps he'd catch the last swaying tip of Tex's long trailing reptilian tail or hear the rustle of his enormous bat wings. Tex's voice would then sound somewhere to the left of him. "Crying isn't going to solve anything, I can assure you that."

Finally Tex would drop in right behind him, after toying with his senses enough to confuse him. His landing would be heavy, both tallons would grip the dirt, the massive curved claws digging deep and locking him into position. He would appear crouched over as his legs compensated for quadrupedal movement, his spine would seem almost curved into an arc, the spine a visible ridge in his back, shoulder blades sharp and visible. His long wing arms came down as forelegs, folded the knuckles substituted as support for landing on. He then would straighten up onto his hind legs again and fold his wings beside him. Upright he was much taller than Valin, about two heads taller but he stood at a reasonable distance away as to not make him feel any more uncomfortable about the whole confrontation. His tail snaked around to circle the mutant's feet, the feathered end quivering slightly.

"Hello." He said simply, a strange and friendly smile spread across his face.

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Alex sunk back behind some low laying branches that slightly dipped into the water. A reflex that developed when just about anyone who approached him have had nothing to offer that would prove to be useful to anyone but the staff of the island. He was smart enough to keep to himself and away from employees. Until it was required of him to fall under their care once the treatments started.

Unlike Tex, he wasn't so quick to reveal himself. Nor was he as keen on messing with the newbie either. Most likely he would have let Tex have his fun until Alex had a better chance to understand who was capable of what. It was childish really, to play find the freak and scare the living hell out of those who had little understanding on what was going on. Though these people, or so far this person was the first newcomer they had seen in months. There was a way for him to get why he was doing this little dance. The bat-bird man would enjoy his grand reveal. 'Couldn't even wait for the others to pop into the picture. Good lord.'

He wanted to allow the others time to fret over Tex in case they decided to properly defend themselves with makeshift weapons. The best bet would be letting him take the limelight since he could damn fly. While Alex was literally limited in movement by all but two and a half directions. Forward, back and slightly down. Not once did he consider any natural weapons that he acquired to be advantages since they would prove to be no more useful than as a last resort.

"Gahh!" Alex was caught by surprise with the greenhorn scrambling backwards into the water whilst churning up water and kicking up wet sand. He held up a webbed arm to protect his eyes, face and gills from the debris. "Ey! Wa'ch yohr dahmn self kid!" For a few moments he acted as though he was back on the mainland, in his old skin. His lips were pulled back into an annoyed grimace to show many of his shark-like teeth.

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Tex had no patience to continue to deal with the paralyzed and frightened man. He turned to the side and swung his massive length of a tail towards Varin. It seemed to move in slow motion, first the base then a ripple traveled down towards the end which had gathered enough kinetic energy to whistle through the air at remarkable speeds that would cause Varin to wince had he been observing it. Tex maneuvered it in such a way, however, that it merely tapped Varin's ankle with some pressure and a smarting ache before he wrapped it and yanked, pulling Varin across the mud and filth with ease.

"Easy there, Loch Ness, you're going to scare the little fish." Tex said glaring at Alex with his razor teeth bared. "Your smile may have captivated an audience while you where walkin' on two legs but I can assure you It ain't the same anymore."

Tex used his tail to wrap it around Varin's forearm in order to help him back up to his feet.
"Now, newbie, why don't you and I have a talk. This place isn't all roses and smiles as you can very well tell. There are creatures on this island that you've never even heard of and you can bet the people here have their hands elbow deep in all of it. I can make sure that you survive this, if you'd like my help, of course that would mean that you would have automatic obligation to help me in return."

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Varin's head started to spin at the sound of another voice, his relex to turn around proving to be another reason for him to hate himself for it. Some kind of shark creature grimacing at him for trying to get away from the bird creature. However, before he could say anything, He was pulled away and pulled up from the ground.

"Now, newbie, why don't you and I have a talk. This place isn't all roses and smiles as you can very well tell. There are creatures on this island that you've never even heard of and you can bet the people here have their hands elbow deep in all of it. I can make sure that you survive this, if you'd like my help, of course that would mean that you would have automatic obligation to help me in return." Varin blinked, trying to get his mind stright at answer this...bird, lizard creature that was striking him a deal. It wasn't like he had a chose in the matter, if he was to survive here, he would need all the help he could get.

"What do you want in return, exactly?" He said, plainly crossing his arms as so not to fidget in fear of this thing before him. However, his toe tip tapping wasn't helping his cause of not looking fearful as it was thumping the ground like a frightened rabbit. "As of right now I have nothing to give other than carving things, but being pushed off of a boat doesn't leave me with much."

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Alex shrugged off his remarks without batting an eye. it was par for the course and he was becoming predictable with his insults. There's only so many cripple, fish man jokes one can tell to keep it fresh.

Ideally they should have been smart enough to partner up with another new islander. Least that way they could figure out what was going on together. A level playing ground where neither had anything more than sheer skill over the other. Make it less likely for a monopoly to be formed right away. Like with what Tex was attempting. Alex huffed a half laugh when the kid said his only skill that he viewed had value was carving. "A whittler. Great catch ya got there Te's."

It wasn't everyday that he had the possible option to give Tex an actual hard time. There weren't many people to take advantage of on the island in the past, staff were too smart to fall for his silver tongue, most of the time. Now it was more possible for it to be like a breeding ground for seedy promises and near-truth lies. Just the thought alone made him feel ill. "Word of a'vice kid. Better off helpin' yourself then gettin' it from a feather'd snake." He grumbled while wiping off his face the best he could. Using his hand like a huge bowl he scoops up water and pours it over himself to clear the sandy debris away.

Alex would be more informative to those willing to listen if it wasn't for the bird brain who had to stick his beak into everything. He didn't want that dirty, naked idiot to end up hearing something of value and getting to it first before the others could. It wasn't long before he could hear other people nearby and lazily ducked back again to be part of the scenery.

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"Hmmmh, why don't you shut your mouth, Alex." Tex hissed, eyes narrowed with irritation. The man was always judging, always had something to say, pretending to be the wise one of the island. He may not agree with the things he did but it didn't mean he actually knew any better. "Tell the man he's useless why don't you? No one is useless save for the one who can't even leave the water without shriveling up like a salted leach. Crafty hands are better than no hands at all." Tex wrapped a wing around Varin as if to protect him from Alex's heartless words.

"My payment is simple after all. Simply head my words when I give you advise. I will make sure the others don't harm you and that the wildlife doesn't kill you. My first advice? Head to the beach. Now before the others realize the gold mine of resources there. If you want to survive you must get to it. You're a crafty man and if anyone's going to make real use of that stuff it's you." Tex released him and nodded in the direction of the beach.

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Varin shivered at the feel of Tex's wing being around him as if he were a friend helping him. Though at this point his trust was weary, but this...thing's mental state was better than some of the other's he's met so far. Even if he was some kind of bat thing. He listened to his words with intent, for in his mind either getting off this island or at the very least making himself hard to find was a priority.

"If that's what it takes. But alright." He muttered to himself as he felt himself being pushed away. He nearly tripped over himself, but corrected himself just enough to get himself into a jog toward the beach. He looked at the ground as he jogged, and soon turned on his heel in an epiphany. He jogged back toward the the bird thing and tilted his head to the side. "I nearly forgot something. What do I call you?" He asked, tapping his fingers together to keep from figgiting again. The fact that his...advisory was something that made it very hard to look at for the moment. At the very least, he could pick out the sound of his voice.

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Tex gave a piercing screech the moment the water touched him. He leapt up into the air, wings working furiously. He scrambled onto a low branch, clinging to it with his wings and scratching deep gauges into the bark with his talons. He continued hissing wildly sounding like a cross between an angry lizard and a large bird. He shook himself repeatedly as he finally got himself in a steady position on the branch. He swung upsidown to free his wings and used them to rub the water from his fur, again shaking his body every few seconds.
"That......that fuck!" He hissed angrily


"I'm going to show him the sky one of these days. Bring him way up in the cloud layer see how he enjoys that. The harsh winds should bring him down a good few notches." Tex growled under his breath. "Look kid, just call me Tex. Get your ass down to those beaches before you loose the rest of the daylight. Time is of the essence."

Tex then shook himself one last time. His fur was sticking on end in places. Fluffy and airdryed. He scrambled up the tree with ease to the top branches to make his departure taking one big leap into the air and spreading his wings.

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Tex cursed under his breath when he saw that he wasn't in fact the first person at the boat. This was going to have to require some intimidation. His brows furrowed. His sharp eyes recognized the distinguishable figure of a woman and his interest peaked momentarily before he recognized the filthy little stub next to her. He growled, a sound that was promptly snatched away by the breeze. Another opportunist lurking in his collection of possibilities. It was turning into a very unsuccessful evening indeed, it was time to establish some ground rules.

Should they have turned around they could have seen Tex pretty clearly in the distance, his bazaar avian form a mixture of flying fox and....something else. His long tail could be seen trailing like the commercial advertisements on those low flying planes.

Tex announced his arrival to the beach with a piercing shriek that traveled quickly along the beach. He swooped low, stirring the sand with his wings then he landed, his talons burying in the white grains as he turned to face the Violet and Evan.

"Not so fast! If you want what's on that ship you're going to have to wait your turn." Tex flexed his long whip-like tail, an implied threat in his posture. The sparse feathers in his hair where ruffled making him look even more deranged and dangerous than usual "I dare you to try and make off with what's mine."

He thrashed the end of his tail in the sand, sending the hot grains sailing at them. In the mean time he was biding time for his established partner to arrive. He himself could not swim and the salt from the seawater caused him issues.

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"Suit yourself. A lookout staying on the shore would be wise. Keep track of these for me." Violet hands her clothes to Evan before entering the surf.

Hearing the loud shriek as she reaches the boat Violet thinks, 'That doesn't sound like any bird I know. Maybe there are actually some new animals I can catalog while here. Though this one sounds large and potentially dangerous, so close study may not be possible.' Not one to distracted from her chosen path Violet continues and enters the boat.

After taking a quick survey, She hears the shouting from the beach, "I dare you to try and make off with what's mine." Oh great, someone who always divides people into us and them has shown up. Why can't these people ever just cooperate and share?

Violet is about to go on deck to respond to the new comer when she hears the banging coming from the cabinet. She grabs the maps and tucks them in a bra strap before picking up the spear, just in case. Violet knocks on the closet door. As soon as the noises inside stop, "I'm a friend. I'm opening the door." She unlatches the door and steps back, spear held non-threateningly but ready.

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Crombie had exited through the door to the outside. He shivered immediately from the rush of wind down his neck, and the mist of the water. It as a beach! At last, something he could identify with. He smiled faintly, he loved the beach. He loved the wind, the smell, and the sand. He stood and admired the feeling of the breeze, but it wasn't long until he heard a rustle and nearly jumped out of his skin. After that, he got himself going. His cane jumped from left to right hitting brush and rocks off to the sides. From what he could tell he was on a narrow path leading to what he hoped was a clearing.

The path began to slope and he stumbled over rocks imbedded in the dirt beneath him. He caught himself on a tree, his cheeks flushed, praying there was no one was around to see. Crombie grumbled at his cane, though he had to be grateful, he could have been without it.

He heard the bobbing of what sounded like driftwood and other objects in the distance, he wasn't far from shore. He eventually continued by inching his way down the small hill, and pretty much the rest of his walk, running his cane along the ground thoroughly this time. Soon, his shoes sank into sand and he sighed. Maybe the beach would make his captivity a little more bearable. The shore was littered with weeds, wood and other things he couldn't identify. He kept walking until the sand was damp, and then Crombie just stood.

He was visible for nearly anyone to see, and he was sure many people were out here, but he just didn't care. He was frustrated and uncertain, so he just stood and stared at what he could only imagine. It could have been a chaotic sight, it probably was, but in his mind it was still picturesque.

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The hope was to trip up Tex enough so they could wiggle free. Or at least put some fear back into that bird brain of his. Instead they would suffer the mistake of forgetting to take one important thing into account. His toothy beak peaks at the strap on the backpack. It didn't matter whether he hit or missed his target since they could still feel the full force of the violent hits. For a freak of nature his strength was nothing to shake a stick at. He was strong enough, with his beak alone to lift their chest up from the ground and then shake them violently before dropping them down to hit the ground hard. Each hit and every peck would cause a yelp of pain and each time their grip on them would weaken until they finally relinquished their grasp altogether, falling back to the ground, going limp.

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Evan stepped back a moment to take in if Crombie was actually blind or not when his hand was pushed away. "Huh." He could see the clouding in his eyes. Was he really blind? It was possible that he wasn't completely blind, but, enough that he needed that walking stick. It was a miracle that he could wander all the way out here. He had to have taken a good couple of tumbles. Could have given up before making it more than a few steps from the facility. "They really lowered their standards on-"

"HEY! I HOPE YOU AREN'T THINKIN' ABOUT MAKING OFF WITH THOSE!" Evan jolted, not expecting Varin to come his way. He didn't even remember that he was on the boat. In a long pause he gives the guy a look over and noticed the net full of items slung over his shoulder. "Look who's talking!" Though he stops himself from saying anything else before giving it thought. That's right, as if he would be able to keep any of this without a good half of it, if not all being confiscated once taken to the Facility. "You and me both, I got a place we can both stash this. Talk about the details later till this blows over." He was only aware that Varin was looking out for himself. The stuff that he had, he didn't care so much about. He just wanted to be able to ensure a way to avoid losing the cans he held.

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"If you want the stuff from the boat that badly. Take mine!" Violet's noble act comes through a bit late. But had it have been made a few seconds later would have been completely overshadowed by what came next.

The stream next to Tex seemed to explode with the ferocity of a depth charge. Rows of sharp teeth inside a gaping maw will be what Tex sees; snapping as they come straight for him. Whether he lets go of the bag or not, matters only if he wanted to decrease his likelihood to have his legs raked by such teeth. It was Alex with all of his bulk that would more likely cause a considerable amount of damage to the lighter party. He landed hard on the sand but it didn't do much to phase him. He immediately goes for what everyone is fighting over. He grabs the bag in his mouth then swings his body up and back towards the water. The original holder of the pack ends up slipping free. What was certain would be that Tex was going to go for a swim with Alex if he didn't let go. Like a huge bull seal he wriggled himself just enough so that he could flail himself back into the water with prize in mouth.

Getting a second wind and freed from under Tex's and the bag's weight they limped their way over to the closest tree. With their good leg they jump up to grab the lowest branch. The pain was evident despite being nearly covered from head to toe. Claws scraped at the bark. No matter how hard they tried there was no way that they could lift their injured arm to the next branch. Before long they lose their footing. Frantic scratching does nothing to stop their decent and they fall back to the sandy ground like a pile of dirty laundry, half curled. They didn't attempt to get up or move after that.

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Tex had continued to peck with the assumption that Grue would never let up but at the last moment, when she finally gave way he switched his tactics to pulling the pack off her limp body.

He never got a chance to.

Violet's pack bounced off of his shoulder blade, causing him to shriek in pain but upon looking up his attention was grasped instantly by the sudden explosion in the water. Tex reacted almost completely by instinct recognizing the only possible cause for the rows of jagged teeth sailing through the air. He leapt up, into the air, raising his tallons between himself and the shark beast. The sound of his wings took over the area completely for a split second a if he where shoving the air itself between them as a shield. He even kicked out at Alex a few times with his talons purely out of defensive instinct, missing on all strikes before he toppled onto his back in the sand.

He flopped back then scrambled back onto his feet, sand clinging to his fur and getting kicked everywhere as he shook first his body, then each wing. He took a swift hop, snatching Violet's discarded sack and took off without a single word, still shedding sand from his back.

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Horribly late to the party, Taurus arrived, huffing and grunting in a state of unrest as he skidded to a halt in the sand. He scanned the beach for the conflict he'd seen on the surveillance cameras, his fists trembling in a barely contained rage. He let out a loud, challenging moo as he spotted Tex high over the tree line, sounding more like a yell.

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Violet yelps in pain and falls back to the ground as her swing forces her weight on to her tender ankle. Her grip on the bag is lost and it just lays on the ground until the birdman makes off with it. Though she soon glad to be on the ground and out of the way.

Violet watches the next series of events with a mixture of fear and awe. As even more never before seen 'residents' of the island appear. The unusual creatures she was promised to see are more than she could have expected. But still, how she came to be here was wrong. Why was she feeling off all day? Why were the others abducted? These questions needed answers, but how to find them? Maybe the stranger from the boat knows something, she's been here longer.

Violet locates her collapsed against a tree. Picking up the first aid kit and spear she limps her way over to the crumpled form. Stopping a little over an arms length away. In a soothing voice, "My name is Violet. I mean you no harm. I'm not a medical doctor but I know first aid. I will treat your injuries to best of my ability if you will let me."

After waiting briefly for an objection, Violet moves closer and opens the first aid kit, taking in what limited supplies she has to work with. Then starts to expose the bleeding wounds and examine them. As she does so it becomes obvious this individual is not human (At least not completely). Violet tries to contain her curiosity and stay focused on treating the injuries first.

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Losing his balance, Crombie was on the sandy floor in a matter of seconds. The shout had just about gave him a heart attack, almost anything did out here. Evan shouted back and it had finally occurred to the blind man there was another person nearby. Oh no. Even in the short amount of time Crombie hung around here, he had easily begun to dread the company of more than a few people. The more there were the more chaos seemed to erupt.

He drug his heel close to his body so that his knee pressed against his chest, his heart was still beating fairly fast. Using the leverage of the ground, he picked himself up again, already debating on whether or not he should leave. It was only two people, and what would they want to do with him anyways? He was useless, but maybe even this was more of the problem. The company of others could be a good thing, but then again, rounding back to his original thought, what would they want to do with him?

The lump in his throat was choking him and he couldn't seem to get rid of it. His ears were red and so were his fingertips, they tingled. He was unsure if it was from the cold wind or the humility.

He made up his mind, even if he didn't like his choice. "Wait." Crombie rubbed his hands together, facing himself where he was generally sure Evan was. "Can," he began slowly. Maybe he shouldn't ask, it was clear the two voices knew each other, they might equally believe Crombie will get in the way. "I go along with you?" It was too late, the words were out on the table and the anxiety grew a bit stronger.

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Taurus huffed and peered across the sand to where Grue lay wounded and curled up. He jogged over there, his large hooves kicking up sand as he trotted forward. He slowed when he got near and he peered over at Violet shortly. He grunted and put a heavy hand on her shoulder then knelt, oddly, one knee to the ground. He waited as Violet checked her over.

Suddenly the walkie at his waist awoke with a burst of static.
"Wouldya look at that. You found 'er Bullboy. Tom's going to owe me twenty I knew she was alive out there fucking with the maintenance crew, forcing us to replace our cameras. Bring 'er in and we'll patch her up right."

Taurus looked at Violet with one watery brown eye. He didn't need to be able to speak to make it known that no one was to get in his way right then. Even when it was clear and obvious that the people on the other end wanted far more than to just patch her up. He scooped Grue up in his massive arms, lifting her like a baby. With a low groan he got back up to his hooves and turned back towards the facility.

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Violet only slightly disturbed, but not frighten by the approach of the large Minotaur finishes taking care of the worst injures on the cloaked stranger.

After the radio transmission, Violet looks the Bullman in the eye and speaks in a tone that allows no argument. "She is my Patient. She does not leave my sight until I hand her care over to a qualified Medical professional. You will give me two minutes, then we will take her back together." It is clear in her tone and manner that nothing short of physical restraint will be enough to dissuade her from her stated path.

Violet hurls the Stranger's bag up into the tree as the Minotaur picks up the other. "Wait for me at the edge of the jungle. I'm just going to grab my clothes."

Violet jogs over to Evan and takes her clothes back. "You can stand here and bicker like children or cooperate like civilized adults and get somewhere." After slipping her shirt back on she offers her arm to the blind man, "You can come along too if you wish."

Then with or without Crombie, Violet returns to the Minotaur and accompanies her patient back to the facility.