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Violet Whitt

I'm here to meet and study new creatures

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a character in “Island of Doctor Moreau”, as played by Phil Ein Blank

Description

Name: Violet Whitt
Age: 30
Species: Hybrid of flowering vines
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 145#

Appearance: Tall and slender, Shoulder length blond hair (usually in a pony tail) , crystal blue eyes, prefers comfortable, practical clothes, wears round wire frame glasses.

Special Needs: Human: Glasses, without them all she can see is vague, blurry shapes and colors.

Strengths: Smart, Violet always excelled at science and math and can do complex math equations in her head faster than most can with a calculator.
Level Headed, Violet rarely lets her emotions ‘run the show’
Experienced Scientist, Violet is familiar with the purpose and operation of most lab equipment.

Weaknesses: Slow to Act, Violet prefers to have as much information as possible and carefully consider before deciding on a course of action.
Easily Led, Violet has been held ‘prisoner’ before and survived by being passive and cooperative.

Career: Junior Field Scientist, Environmental Sciences, Princeton University.

Weapons: Her wicked sharp Mind

Personality: Calm, friendly and thoughtful most of the time. Loves to engage in Intellectual debate with equals. Prefers intellectual conversations to emotional ones. As she usually keeps her own emotions in check, she expects others to do the same.
Only Three things really ‘get her goat’. Politics, pseudo-science (like “intelligent Design”), and dumb blonde jokes. If you bring one of these up Violet is likely to keep after you until you either admit to being wrong or apologise. Or Violet might pretend you don’t exist for days if necessary.

History: Violet was a bright child from an average upper middle class family. Her excellent grades earned her a partial scholarship that allowed her parents afford a top tier school like Princeton.
After graduating with high honours, Violet went to work for one of her favourite professors. Violet now travels the world cataloguing new species and environmental changes. Her work often puts her in less ‘civilized’ parts of the world. Violet has been held prisoner/hostage/at gun point on multiple occasions. Her level head and remaining cooperative with her captors has seen home safe each time so far.
Violet’s most recent assignment brought her to the Amazon. There she kept hearing rumours of an island with creatures that exist nowhere else. Too curious to pass the opportunity up, she searched for a local guide to bring her to that Island. After a long search she finally found one such person. During the boat trip she shared a couple drinks and nice conversation with the captain. Before long she felt very sleepy and retired to her cabin, only to wake in a strange room with a sore arm.

So begins...

Violet Whitt's Story

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Tex screeched in an almost maddened rage, one suddenly uncharacteristic of his cool and deceptive nature. Something alien was brought forth by the frustration of dealing with this known pest and constant adversary a sudden wild desire and need to hurt. To defeat and kill. Tex's pupils constricted to mere pinpricks and he bared his fused teeth his thin lips curling almost disappearing as they stretched in a grotesque snarl and his spit collected and foamed at the edges. It was safe to say he was properly PISSED. Had Grue not been twisted around him constricting his movement he would have without a doubt pounced and scratched at her like a wild feast-crazed vulture then taken her dazed and bloody body high into the clouds to drop her like a ripe coconut on the beach.

Text thrashed wildly for a moment, attempting only to loosen her grip. His right wing flapped hard while his left was pinned under her leg, twisted around his body. He could hear Violet coming up on him from his bound side, beyond his sight range and he twisted his head around to stare threateningly at her. He wiggled his rear to try and loosen Grue's other foothold and used the flexibility of his tail to his advantage. He used all the momentum he could muster to thrash his tail in Violet's direction. He was unable to do much but he managed a good solid strike with the tip of his feathered tail at her right ankle. It would have been both a formidable force but a very small area of impact resulting in a sharp knife-like pain shooting up her ankle and a nasty bruise. If her footing wasn't strong or if she was shocked bad enough it would have tripped her but either way the strike was more of a warning to stay back then a debilitating blow. Tex wouldn't waste any more time on the woman turning his attention to his present foe. He wanted the bag, NEEDED the bag and if she wouldn't forfeit it he would take it from her by force using the only tool he could in disposal. He would then start to peck at the strap over her right shoulder, still flapping and squirming to make resistance futile and a massive expense of energy. His aiming wasn't very good in that situation so again and again his fused and pointed teeth would hit her shoulder, deepening the wound that was already there and causing her pain. Occasionally he would hit his mark and tug and bite on the strap fighting to tear the fibers apart but it was a rather slow going process.

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#, as written by Castle
Crombie drew back from the sound of approaching steps. He was alone on this beach and he was certainly reminded of it. And that bull thing- Cadmus could have been right! What if another predator was feet away! It didn't look like a- seem like a predator, but he couldn't be sure. Seconds later, the supposed predator had bumped into him. "Agh!" Francis sputtered, backing up even more, clutching his cane down tightly at his side as if ready to beat whatever it was with the pathetic stick if he had to. When he actually heard the voice of the opposer, he was strangely relieved to know it wasn't a blood thirsty monster. "Oh, s-sorry..!" He added a bit too late, his face stained red with embarrassment and equally fear.

The guy had paused messing with the things he carried, then Crombie could feel and nearly imagine the movement over his face. His expression morphed to one of confusion and offense, he recoiled from the suddenty of motion, trying to focus on the slightly shorter man. He huffed, Crombie hadn't seen the need for others to wave in his face like that so often. "Stop that," he said softly but in an irritated manner, catching the hand in his own and pushing it back towards its owner.

Distant sounds raised from across the island, he shivered and scratched at the bracelet around his wrist. He was too overwhelmed to overreact, even a little shocked that he was capable of containing himself so well. He kept his attention partially directed towards the dull ache that wrapped around his wrist, mostly to keep himself from lashing out, almost a form of grounding in his eyes in his mind.

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The distraction of the other confrontation happening on the beach cause Violet to completely miss the birdman thrashing his tail in her direction. The impact and pain of the strike causes her tumble backwards.

"Ow!" She lies dazed more than injured watching the birdman's assault on the heavily clothed stranger. As she watches, potential way to end the assault before the stranger is badly injured occurs to her to.

Violet pulls the first aid kit out of her bag. Then puts it and the spear to the side but within reach. She gets up avoiding putting too much weight on her injured ankle. Gripping the burlap bag in both hands she shouts, "If you want the stuff from the boat that badly. Take mine!" Violet swings the bag for the Birdman's shoulder with all the strength and weight behind it she can muster.

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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.

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To many eyes, Grue was a heap of ratty clothe that was shoddily tied together, patched and re-patched clothing that hardly retained the original colors that they came out of the store with. Darkened, dirtied with a blackish-gray mud, it made the blood starkly contrast from the rest of the muddy colors. Violet had the opportunities to see patches of skin exposed to the open air; particularly the hands, feet, elbows, knees and, tail. All purposefully smeared by a home made concoction as a crude form of camouflage. Which still didn't hide the fact that there was the faintest layers of fur accenting those areas. The hands could still loosely be considered human in shape if they could be imagined without the claws. Like that of a raccoon or opossum's. It would be a longer shot in the dark to say the same about the less human qualities of the feet. From heel to toe they were easily as long as a man's forearm, hand included, with the "big toe" positioned further back for gripping objects such as branches. This also made it very impractical to walk 'flat footed'.

The worst of the injuries were on the left shoulder and right thigh. It would take a lot to properly flush out the wounds that were now caked with sand and other debris. At the very least it did help slow the bleeding. With Violet's helping hand they would be mostly cleaned and dressed enough to stop the bleeding for the time being as long as Taurus handled Grue carefully enough. "She" wasn't completely unconscious, but in enough shock to leave her in a state close to it. The crackling of the radio made her ears twitch under the hood. Several strands of braided hair dangle free as she's lifted up; as limp as a sack of rice. The last thing she wanted was to end up in the hands of the guards again. There wasn't enough willpower in the world to get herself to move.

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"Can, I go along with you?" It hardly registers to Evan that Crombie was speaking with him. He was more trained on Varin to make sure that he didn't pull a dirty move on him. As that was something that he would most likely do himself if he thought that he would have to fight to keep from losing what he had. Not even the half-clothed Violet would hold his attention when she came back around.

What came next would catch everyone off guard. Several guards came out from the wood works. Either to put a damper on what they were doing or to help collect the prize that Taurus was now holding down by the stream, or both. They didn't appear to happy to see subjects with arms full of unapproved goods that could pose as a safety hazard later on. "Ey! You're not supposed to have those. You too! Put it down!" One calls out to Varin and Evan. They would hear a scuffle break out near the river throwing the guards off for a moment to look towards that direction with their hands on their belts, at the ready.

Evan, thinking it the most advantageous at the time, decided to ditch everyone and head straight for his little hiding spot to ditch the goods. He was surprisingly fast for his size once he had the right motivations. Not that there would be no repercussions for making such a decision. What were they going to do? Ground him? One ran off after Evan, another stayed back and started for Varin. While a third was getting something over the radio about being needed by the river.

The truth was, that they all needed to be brought back into the Facility for a 'check up' to see how they were holding up on their first day out. Plus there were already issues that needed to be addressed. So they would have to be 'herded' back in.
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As Violet returns from the beach she would be greeted with a familiar sight. The water erupting like a volcano. The shark beast known as Alex came back for seconds. For the one that was bleeding all over the bank. This time he was a couple feet further from the water than before. But it didn't stop him from using his weight to throw himself at Taurus and latch onto Grue with those razor sharp teeth. Imagine a shark being able to come up on land when its prey thinks it's safely out of range. A leg would do, seeing as he didn't just want a chunk. He wanted the person it was attached to. Conveniently enough, Grue was much lighter than the bull man and thus further settled her in as the popular target. He used his bulk to weigh Taurus down while using his hand-like fins to wrap around the rest of Grue in a slimy trap before pulling his weight back and down towards the water.

All of this happened with one quick motion. Another to bring all of them rolling back towards the water with Alex flailing like a beached eel to fling himself to where he wanted himself and his catch to be. Back in the stream. There was no doubt about it that he had a limited amount of time before help would arrive so that even he would be left on the sand to explain himself. If he couldn't get Taurus to let go he could always check to see how long he could hold his breath...

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Violet stands stunned by the scene in front of her. Her mind sorting through several incompatible motivations and actions. The desire to help and protect her patient. And how to best do that, The facility has resources but doesn't seem to have the patient's best interests in mind. To dispassionately observe the interactions of three unknown species.

But what to do, which one to help and how? She looks at the fishing spear in her hand, not wanting to use the potentially lethal weapon no matter what she decides to do. Realizing those that run this place may not like her to have the spear or the Nautical charts that she still had tucked in her bra either.

Violet quickly finds a small hollow to hide her 'contraband' in and returns to the struggle now armed with a heavy branch.

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Taurus let out a grunt as Alex hit him with his bulk sending him sprawling backwards into the sand. He exclaimed in frustration as shock, outrage and frustration caused his blood to boil. Taurus had never had a proper reason to act against Alex directly he wasn't wise on Alex's strengths nor fully grasped how fast and agile he really is in the water, therefor he treated his actions against him in that moment, as if he where a very large fish to catch.

Taurus had flipped himself over as quickly as his bulk allowed, putting himself into a stance that could only be described as a charging stance. His hooves where planted firmly in the sand his legs coiled and bulging in tense potential energy. His tail whipped back and forth agitatedly as he worked himself up for the attack. All within five seconds he huffed violently enough to kick up dust with his nostrils and charged.

For about half a minute Taurus could be seen quickly gaining on Alex's retreat, then running along side them before taking a running dive aimed for the water beast's spine.

Taurus wasn't aiming to kill or battle Alex, simply to catch him with his bare hands. His strong arms would wrap around Alex's waist as he struggled to both avoid getting kicked in the face and body and plant his hooves in the rolling silt at the river's bed.

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There was a whip of wind and from what he could tell Evan had left. Even Violet had come and gone in a short amount of time.

Damn it, Crombie cursed at himself, why was he so slow? His hands trembled only faintly, but he assumed this was around the point where he may or may not have a mental break down. Some asshole had dumped him out here. Some asshole thought it would be funny if they dumped a blind guy on an island with a bunch of monsters! His hands trembled maybe even a little harder as he stood there, isolated. He put some of the wait from both of his arms on his cane.

Crombie bit his lip so tightly he swore he had tasted blood. His eyes were shut tightly, and he thought he might snap his cane right in two if he wasn't careful about all this emotional crap. Calm down. The island fell suddenly silent, or at least much quieter in comparison to how it felt before. The chaos in his ears had come to a halt and all he could really focus on was the sound of wind and the waves.

That was enough fresh air for one day...now, if he could just find his way back to the facility, everything might work out okay and he could just hide in his room and sulk for the rest of this horrifying vacation. Crombie prepared himself, and made his way back to where he thought the Facility was located. He stumbled several times, sand building up in his collar and hair every time the wind blew. Soon, he had felt dirt beneath his feet, and sense a small forest of trees ahead of him. Tangible enough for him. He could almost picture the sun through the figures he strained to see, he could almost see the trees, though Crombie still considered himself crazy.

How was he in a forest? He must have taken a wrong turn. The whispers of leaves echoed around him and he was now utterly lost.

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As the struggle before her plays out Violet takes many mental notes. With the 'patient' in no immediate danger and the guards out in force, Violet concludes the best way keep the patient safe is to return to the facility herself without struggle. Vowing to return to check on the patient as soon as she can evade the guards.

Upon her return, Violet is escorted back to her room on 'B1'. She finds another bland meal waiting for her there. Eating slowly and thinking over the events of the day. Violet soon finds herself wishing for her notebook. After some consideration she stands before the camera and speaks to her captors.
"I've been cooperative so far and don't think its too much to ask for the return of my notebook and pen. Though any reasonable sized pad and writing implement will do. I am a scientist and trained observer. I'm sure your superiors would be glad have a copy of a subject's reactions while undergoing their experiment. Especially one with my training."

After puttering around the room for awhile and tiring of the lack of response, Violet decides to get some rest. The strange 'hangover' has only gotten worse as the day went on. Settling down in the bed Violet soon drifts off into a fitful and restless sleep.

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It would be hours later that Violet would be greeted by the still unfamiliar clatter of the meal slot would possibly disrupt her rest. It was an odd time for a meal and the sound would be completely out of place. The meal tray that came through, however would not contain a meal but would contain a notebook. Not her old notebook but a clean blank notebook with a ball point pen along with a cassette tape recorder and a box of a few extra tapes.

One of the scientist's peered at the grainy image of the woman in her cell with clinical interest, a doctor stood next to him holding a clipboard to his chest. He looked up at the scientist. "Are you sure that's wise?"

"I'm curious as to what she comes up with. Call it an impromptu Psychological experiment." The scientist peered with cold gray eyes as he stroked his faded gray goatee. The doctor simply looked at him, puzzled.

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After being awakened by the clatter of the tray Violet lays in bed for few more minutes before rising to investigate. She is slightly disappointed but not surprised to a fresh notebook instead of her own.

With full knowledge that the only people who will likely see it are her and those responsible for this 'experiment', she writes in thoroughly professional manner. After using the first page to get the title, author, other stuff out of the way, she makes a section for each of the Island's unusual inhabitants, several pages each.

She starts each section by giving them a name/designation; Minotaur, Birdman, Sharkcreature, and Treeclimber. She then includes a poor sketch of each. Followed by a written description of their physical characteristics, making particular note of the blending of animal and human characteristics. Then she moves on to starting a section on behavior for each. This section mostly consists of whether or not speech was observed and a list of questions.

Violet ends up asleep with her head on the book shortly after starting 'Treeclimber's' section on behavior. Appearing to be more restful this time.

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Almost just as quickly as the fighting broke out. The subjects were beset upon by the guards once they found that they had lost track of two of their objectives. They made sure that the boat would not come back to shore. Any salvage left out in the open, or poorly hidden stashes were confiscated. Only the items that were well hidden in their cubbie holes or closely held on their person. It didn't matter whether they ran, fought or tried to come willingly, all would end up neatly tucked back into their beds. The worse they would feel is groggy. And sore if they got into any tussles with the guards or each other. All of them felt particular soreness on the back of their arm. How long were they out? Hard to say. The best guess would be maybe a few days. Definitely more than a couple of hours.

I meal would be waiting on each of their tables. Its all bland of course. The eggs were well cooked but they still managed to make them watery. There was no butter on the toast so it would have to be choked down with the help of a beverage. Somehow they managed to make the bacon taste almost completely bland. The only redeeming thing about the meal was a small cup of orange juice along with the normal glass of water. The one thing that would most likely need watering down. With such a flavorless meal the sweetness would be overpowering.

Evans awoke in a less than favorable mood. His body ached and he could swear he still felt the rough gritty feeling in his hair and between his toes. He fought his way out of his tightly tucked in covers. In the process he threw himself off balance since he didn't give himself nearly enough time to properly wake up. With a heavy thud he ended up landing on the hard floor followed by some rather dry throated swearing. All he could think about was getting back to his stash, and soon before those slap happy guards nosed their way into it themselves.

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Violet wakes, back in bed, though she does not remember returning to it. Achy and stiff as she is she actually grateful for the thin hard mattress. Having had entirely too much personal experience waking after spending a night sleeping in a chair.

After a few groggy minutes gathering the will to move, Violet rises and looks for the note taking materials she received during her last wakeful period, however long ago that was. Happy to find them intact and set organized beside the bland breakfast. Violet checks through her notes while choking down the provided food. Both refreshing her memory and looking for signs of tampering by those that run this place.

Once her plate is cleared, Violet takes the cassette recorder into the washroom. After washing up Violet describes her current physical state to the recorder. Including her various aches and pains, the locations of the two injection sites, a general itchiness, and some minor hair loss.

After completing what Violet plans to be her morning routine, she ventures into the hall planning to see if any of the other 'subjects' feel up to a walk outside.

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Though he was certainly not the first to reawaken, he was certainly making it a point to be the loudest from the moment his eyes opened. His protests weren't clearly enunciated but everyone who was part of the scuffle outside both understood and resented his rabble rousing as it not only came off as someone with intolerable frustrations but also managed to give off a nagging tone that one would attribute to an intolerably bratty child that just had his toys taken from him. This big show he was putting on would have been daunting if he didn't come off as so, pitiful. Where someone might punch a hole through a wall to vent his frustrations as well as show off his strength, Evan would only hurt his hand and turn his already anger reddened face two shades redder.

His maturity level was slipping below his age the longer his tantrum ran on. Until it looked like someone other than the other subjects had enough of his prattling. A guard met up with him in the hallway. The man in uniform looked intimidating up until he and Evan met eye to eye. Then a sort of barrier broke down between them, and the guard's expression softened to the look of borderline embarrassment as he shook his head. "Jesus Ev's you really gotta pull that shit this early on my shift?" They knew each other.

Evan did little to hush his tone at the guard's presence. Instead he greeted him with grabbing at his own crotch while yelling, "Well why don't you suck it Harves!" He was nearly in the man's face. Although he wasn't quite tall enough to meet eye to eye with the man. *Drrzzzzt* Next thing Evan knew he was on the ground groaning as he received a very unpleasant shock to his system. The guard holstered his stun club and leisurely stepped over Evan's temporarily incapacitated body.

"Go wash the s**t out'ch yer pants." For a second that remark made the guard wonder if Evan really did mess himself and prompted a delayed chuckle out of him. Luckily for everyone the lack of a pungent odour meant otherwise.