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Island of Doctor Moreau

The Beach and dock

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a part of Island of Doctor Moreau, by Aramay.

The beach is made up of white sands which sprawls out around the entire island. There's only one dock left intact to the Southeast. Its rare to see a boat enter, and almost never leaves.

Aramay holds sovereignty over The Beach and dock, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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The sunsets are beautiful but the surrounding reefs are deadly. Any ships that stray too close will become stranded. Anyone who goes beyond the reef towards the ocean will most likely get picked off by the many species of sharks that go there for easy meals.

The only dock intact on the entire island is on the Southeastern section. There's no rules against going there so long as there are no boats docked there. It's rare for a boat to be there. There will always be guards around or on the boat if there is one.

Any 'residents' of the island who have aquatic mutations WILL be attacked by the sharks if they attempt to escape out to sea. It doesn't matter if they're part shark. It's as if the sharks can tell the difference between a meal in disguise and a fellow member of their species.
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The Beach and dock

The beach is made up of white sands which sprawls out around the entire island. There's only one dock left intact to the Southeast. Its rare to see a boat enter, and almost never leaves.

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The Beach and dock is a part of The Island.


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Outside of the Facility and past the forest are the long stretches of beach around the entire island. Most of it is made of soft white sand but some areas are nothing but hard rock with sharp pieces of broken coral that's so sharp, it can cut someone without them even noticing until the pain from the salt and sand getting into the wound claws for their attention. Save for those few rough patches, the rest of the beaches are perfect for sun bathing and sight seeing. Many of the docks that surrounded the island previously have all but completely rotted away. Some are reduced to seaweed covered posts sticking out of the water and sand. The one dock left intact clearly has been receiving maintenance.

To anyone who hopes to find a boat here to get away from the island, they would be sadly mistaken. There would be nothing but water as far as the eye could see. They would however find it to be a prime fishing spot since the pillars in the water help to provide shelter for many mollusks and fish. The main stream that dumps its fresh water into the ocean can be directly traced back to the facility.

On second observation there IS a small island off in the distance. It is on the other hand not worth swimming towards. If you can climb over the reef without becoming gravely injured then the blood from the small cuts inflicted by the sharp coral would surely attract sharks before you got more than 10 feet out to sea.

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A faint sound can be heard all the way to the Facility from the beach. The faint sound of a bell and splashing waves. For those curious enough to venture out of the building and brave the tropical forest to the beach; following the sound to draw them closer to the source, will likely be rewarded for what has washed up near the island. A ship, or more accurately a boat since it is not that large, has washed up near shore. The waves rock the partially flooded vessel causing the bell inside it to ring out. Aside from the fact that there is a hole on the underside of it, it looks mostly intact. And capable of harbouring supplies, instruments, tools, first aid kit...weapons. There is only one problem. The tide in coming in and threatening to wash it back out to sea and it would take almost EVERYONE who was awake to delay the inevitable. For those who are decent swimmers; this may be the perfect time to show their true colors. Hopefully they are also smart enough not to get trapped inside as well....


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Violet sighs as the man ogles her body, being all to familiar with that look. As long as no 'dumb blonde' jokes follow she'll treat him as an equal and potential friend. While His questions take Violet off guard, they are totally reasonable and deserving of an honest response.
"I'm a scientist studying in environmental interaction and human spurred evolutionary changes in remote regions. That means I spend a lot of time traveling to places few go. I've spent plenty of time hiking through jungles, diving reefs, and riding small boats to tiny islands. Honestly not having seen it I can't be 100% certain, but all the small boats I've been on have had a bell that sounded very much like the one I heard coming from the beach."
Shaking his hand, "Nice to have you along Evan."

Violet thinks she sees the 'Bullman' move when Evan speaks to it. 'Note to self: examine Minotaur upon return from the beach.'

Using the dual guides of the stream and ringing it is quite easy to find the beach. Seeing the boat is listing heavily, almost sunk, many of Violet's fragile hopes are destroyed. And the turning tide just makes things worse. Not much time left to do much. After letting the disappointment wash over her for a long ten count, Violet moves forward with what's available.

Violet starts to take off her shoes and outer clothes. "If you're a confident swimmer, You're welcome to join me. I'm going aboard."

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Evan nods his head methodically while Violet spoke. He looked as though he was half listening, or listening completely while he didn't give much care to what she said. "So you're a biologist who dabbles in anthropology." At least he paid attention enough to come to that conclusion. He didn't completely see her as a distraction for the eyes once he learned that nugget of information about her. So she was more than a pretty face. Maybe it really is worth following her around...

Somehow they managed to miss the others on the way towards the beach through taking a deviated and less beaten trail that eventually merged back with the main one. They were close enough that he could hear voices from the others. He didn't know if she took notice or was so one track in her way of thinking that she didn't bat an eye at it. One voice in particular made him shake his head. There was no way he was going to listen to anything that came out of that particular person's mouth again.

He expected to hear a distinguished rustling in the distance once they were in the middle of the island forest trail. Looking up into the branches, Evan looked to almost expect something staring back at him. To his surprise the area was dead calm. Deafeningly quiet would be a second accurate observation. It made the sounds of the waves crashing against the boat and the following ringing of the bell ring out much louder than it probably would have. For once it made him put some pep in his step to get to the beach.

Looking out towards the boat he could already see how battered it was from being pushed up against some rocks near shore. Bits of woods and debris floated out of a thin but long jagged gash in the side of it. The whole thing was half submerged under water. Evan made a face; same as one would make when looking at a big pile of dishes piled up in the sink or a heavily clogged toilet. "It's best if I wait here and keep a look out. In case the waves get any higher." He wasn't completely full of hot air. It was entirely possible that a large enough wave might hit it hard enough to roll it completely on its side. It was possible for Violet to miss such a que if her attention was on going through sea water soaked goods.

Stepping inside the boat for her would be relatively easy since it was at enough of a slant for her to hoist herself up over the siding. The door lolled open like a tongue hanging from a panting dogs mouth. Inside there was a number of drawers, cupboards and other cubby holes to store supplies. Some of them had been knocked open, spilling their contents into the boat. The previous owner of the boat looked to have been somewhat well prepared with the way many things were in water tight or zip locked bags. Though more than a few had holes torn into them from being thrown around. There were:

~Intact cans of food (With the labels half removed from the sea water and rubbing)
~Soaked blankets and clothing
~Utensils (forks, spoons, knives)
~Fishing poles
~Week's worth of emergency food and water packets
~Burlap bag with a draw string
~Coil of rope
~A self-inflating emergency raft
~Harpoon gun spear with the gun missing
~Opened First aid kit (with most of the items missing)
~Soaked, marked, navigation maps of the ocean
~Fishing net

All of which were strewn about either in, under or just above the water's surface. And with the way the water was slowy rising as the tide came in, she would only have enough time to get some of those items. But before Violet has any time to grab anything however, she would be alerted by a banging sound that couldn't simply be mistaken for the boat. It was coming from what looked like a closet. The door was closed but there was a distinct sound of panicked scratching and knocking coming from behind it.

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The water was fast enough, and deep enough that it could carry Alex's body without his aid. But there was a sense of a goal to make him propel himself faster towards the river's mouth. He would stick to the stream's bottom to keep the top of the water from being disturbed if he could help it. The closer he got towards the ocean however, the more the sandy walls encroached on his space until he ran out of room to comfortably move. It looked as though the sand that he kicked up further upstream decided to deposit itself further down instead of completely clearing out into the ocean. Like a water mole he used his clawed fins for arms to rake the sand to the sides and stir it up enough to let the current carry it further down the stream. It caused the waters surrounding the mouth of the outlet to cloud up with white silty sand. He didn't care. If it drew attention he would just deal with it when the time came.

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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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Evan was startled by the shriek. So much so that he almost fell over even though he was standing still. It took him a few long moments of staring to compose himself enough to talk. "Ah, uh-I'm sorry, but we..." He was about to say that they got to the ship wreck first. But with the way Tex looked at them, he tweaked his response. "...she's already inside. Let me just..." He fumbles with his movements, thinking a tad too much with how to move his body as he was suddenly very subconscious of himself. "Hey miss...uhhhh, Violet? We have company!" A little too late for him to say since Varin was already inside with her. He does his best to call out to her without making much effort to get closer to the water. It looked as though he was more concerned over his feet getting wet from the rising tide rather than warning her. Her clothes still in his hands.

He had seen Tex before but only from afar. Mostly while he was flying way up in the sky. Actually that was really the only times he saw him. It was the first time he actually sees him up close and he is quickly learning just how uncomfortable that made him feel. There wasn't too much humanity left of the man-thing from the chest down. It would be safe to say that he was as rational as he was human. This officially was no longer exciting to him. Not in the good sense of the word.
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Inside the boat Violet had knocked on the cabinet door. The scratching stopped, and she had just stepped back. And that was when Varin spoke up, "Find anything of some value?" . The door started to creak open, stacked up poles and other equipment that was leaning against the door was pushing it open. Something else swung the door out hard and was stopped by the wall with a bang despite being partially submerged in water. The very thing that opened the door almost looked as though it was pushed down under the water by something heavy. It looked like a pack full of stuff from what they could see before it sunk below the surface of the water. The owner to it rather suddenly burst out of the water with a gasp. They were so quick that it was hard to really tell what they looked like. Only that they were heavily clothed and in an almost rabid panic to escape.

They weren't afraid to run towards Violet and Varin as they were either too scared to change their course or too bogged down to be able to slog around them. Violet makeshift weapon would catch as she was pushed back and down with great force. If her grip was tight enough she would feel the barb on the spear tear through more than just clothe. However if her grip loosened just enough then it would be ripped from her hand with a bit of cord that was still attached to it slithering through her grip. An almost human shout of pain filled the boat. The water did a better job of slowing them down than the injuries themselves. Mid-hop they lifted up their leg just enough to swat the spear away like a biting animal before getting enough ground under themselves to push Varin to the side, if he hadn't moved out of the way already.

The boat started to tip again onto its other side. It creaked loudly in protest as the water inside started to flow in the other direction. The pots, pans as well as equipment both in and out of the closet slid on the floor under the water providing tripping hazards for those still in the boat.
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Once they were out on the main deck they were able to move without ocean water to slow them. Their speed picked up despite the injury partly in thanks to adrenalin. Hitting the railing of the ship they could see more on the beach. 'Too many people.' One in particular caught their eye; making for a longer leap for the beach sand than they thought was possible for themselves.

They didn't stop once they hit the ground. It was too hard of a landing to stay on their feet so they ended up taking a couple of tumbles before using some of the momentum to help get them back on their feet and moving again. A couple supplies fell out of their partially opened bag. The heavily covered person in question half moved between using two, to all four limbs. Something long stuck out behind them and moved to help counteract how they ran as if it was a part of them. Whatever it took to get themselves to the tree line as they were already half way there. As long as it was away from people and followed along one of the lesser streams that ran to the ocean from the island. A blood trail, trailing behind them as they struggled to keep themselves from limping too much. It was still at a pace that would be difficult for the less athletically inclined to keep up with. Depending who had shown up on the beach by that time, there was definitely one who would be more likely to catch up.

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Back at the boat the water from the ocean was spilling in at a faster rate. If anyone was going to salvage items from the boat they would have to do it now as they wouldn't be able to chase after the thief at the same time. On top of that, the boat itself was starting to shift position in regards to where it was located in the water and sand. Each wave washed another layer of sand out from underneath it, further inching it ocean-ward. Each person would have only enough time to grab a couple of or a couple more items each. If they were lucky maybe more. That is, if the shifting of the boat didn't already cause the items to sink or get shuffled in with the general junk underwater.

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Tex turned to keep an eye on Evan, he had been about to take off into the sky and perch on the boat itself when he both heard and saw the creature bolt out from inside. With his keen raptor eyes he could make out exactly who it was despite the sheer speed and frantic movements and heavy clothing that covered it's body. In fact it was the clothing that tipped him off. He let out a shrill long sound that sounded like an angry snake hissing, a lizard spitting and a raptor's long hoarse low hiss. "You!"

Tex unfurled his wings partway to both get them off the ground and allow them to collect the air beneath them, and he ran. His long legs moved just like an ostrich's giving him superb speed over the sand. He flapped his wings wildly, pushing himself forward with even more speed, head low and tail whipping wildly behind him. He caught up to her with ease just as she got to the treeline and the bank of the river and he leapt. His massive talons came down on her back first, by her shoulder, knocking her to the ground and just grazing her shoulder before he could get a firm grip on her. Her fall would have caused her to roll and tumble down to the edge of the river. He leapt down after her, his second grab caught her bag and he stood on her to keep her still. He wasn't as heavy as one would expect him to be, being such an enormous animal. His bones where hollow and he didn't have much fat after all. It would be just enough to keep her just barely too encumbered to throw him off without some squirming, maneuvering, and some good use of leverage. The thing that really kept her from escaping was the bag she had over her shoulders. His talons where stronger than most raptors' which meant even a crow bar wouldn't do anything. He was strong enough in the talons to crush bones.

"Heheheheheheh Where the hell do ya thing you're going? I should have known you would be right in the middle of things picking away at MY supplies. Did you really think that I wouldn't catch you? Darting away like a frightened dog, tail between your legs?"

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Violet was about to respond to Varin when the closet opens. Initially stunned by the appearance of the occupant and further hindered by the water, Violet is too slow in getting out of the way. Feeling the tugging on thing in her hand Violet instinctively tightens her grip. Realizing she was holding the spear, Violet reaches out after the occupant. Intending to apologize and tend to the accidental wound, but she is again too slow.

After the departure of the occupant Violet tosses the fishing net to Varin. Keeping the burlap bag for herself. "Here, grab some supplies, Quickly. It's not safe here any longer." Violet then puts a fishing pole (or two), the rope, the first aid kit, and some random floating bits if there's room in the bag. Then she proceeds to leave the boat and follow the occupant.

Violet makes it on deck in time to see the birdman sneering at the occupant. She shouts, "Hey You! Get off her!" Not sure why she assumed the occupant is female, it just felt right.

Violet gets back to the beach quickly and slowly approaches the pair. The burlap bag of supplies over one shoulder. The spear held at the ready in the other hand. "Leave her alone, You!"

(This is second time submitting this post. The first time a computer error deleted it. And now It won't let properly tag characters)

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"You!" That sound was like an electric jolt that made them visibly jolt during their retreat. A new shock of adrenalin would boost their speed out of fear but it still wasn't enough to keep the threat at bay. This was why they stuck to the trees so often. Tex was almost at his peak advantage, seconded by his speed in the air. Just when they reached the tree line they crouched in preparation to jump up the closest tree with their payload. It was their downfall. The weight made them a few seconds too slow. Soon as their feet left the ground huge talons came down to shove them back towards the ground. "Ah!" They yelped feeling one of those talons rake their shoulder. Cans and other miscellaneous items such as dye packets, binoculars, a flare gun with extra flare cartridges flew out of the bag while they tumbled for a second time; getting sand in every place imaginable. It left them dazed, the wind knocked out of them long enough for Tex to land on top of them.

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Evan meanwhile was hard at work trying to collect the cans that had fallen into the sand. Sure he already knew that there were steady meals, so he didn't have any concern for starving. But the one thing he missed was the flavor. It was enough to make him almost as desperate as the two failed experiments to collect whatever he could carry. When he found that his arms just weren't big enough to hold what he wanted he took to pulling up the bottom of his pajama top to make a pouch. It made him clumsier but it did increase his carrying capacity.

The fight going on between the two experiments only brought to his mind that he had the opportunity to get what he could before running back to the safe confines of his room within the facility. He only looked over his shoulder to see where the two were fighting and, Violet, had gone. All the better for them to take the fight away from him. The loud sounds of creaking, groaning and cracking emanate from the ship in more frequent and louder intervals making Evan jump back a few paces. He nearly dropped what he had just picked up, including things like a small water proof flash light, swiss army knife and a spool of fishing line.

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Cool wet sand pressed up against them. It helped bring them out of their daze to assess what had just happened, and what was happening right now. Grabbing handfuls of sand they tried to fling it over their head to get them to back away. They began to squirm to get out from under Tex only to wince in pain as the movement was pulling open their wounds for more sand to get in. They didn't speak a word, only turned their head just enough so that they could look past the rim of the hood to give Tex an aggregated glare. There was no way they could get away without abandoning the bag. Therefore there was no way for them to get away from those talons.

"Leave her alone, You!" They could hear someone coming closer. It did nothing to ease the tension and desperation they felt to get away.

The long appendage that trailed behind them whipped up to wrap around the nearest part of the foul smelling man bird and began to squeeze so they could do something next. Which was, while still on their stomach, arching their back while lifting their legs up and back towards Tex with the skill of a contortionist. Their feet worked almost like hands; their long, claw tipped toes grip onto one of his scaled ankles and his tail. Whatever was closest to their reach. At the same time they reached back to grab at a wing in order to keep him from flying off.

All of this of course did nothing to help with their bleeding. It soaked into the sand and washed down stream.

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The boat couldn't hold out any longer. It slid further back into the ocean before sinking below the surface. Large bubbles rose to the surface as the last air pockets imploded from pressure. Only the most buoyant items cropped back up to the surface, like buoys. The risk of being pushed up against the rocks or pulled under the surf was high.

Evan sighed wishing that the boat didn't sink so soon. But at least he was walking away with something. He turned around to wake to the facility. "Gah! Jesus, don't sneak up on me like that!" He fumbled with his supplies in front of Crombie. He hadn't seen him before so it didn't occur to him that the guy was blind. Looking him over for a few seconds he juggled his things so he could wave his hand over Crombie's face.

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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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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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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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While the subjects were all snuggled up in their beds the clouds persisted in the sky. Cloudy skies didn't stop the employees of the Facility from working their shifts. The wind died down enough that they could hear each other over the gusting air for once. They had been working since shortly after the subjects were wrangled up. The ship with fresh supplies happened to arrive at the perfect time. No one would be around to disrupt their schedule and they didn't have to check for stow aways once the shipments were all brought in. Much of the supplies could be carried in by hand. Some required the help of a forklift that had to carefully navigate its way on the wood laid path or risk getting stuck in the sand if a wheel happened to venture to far past the edge.

The crates it carried weren't just larger but they were rectangular rather than box shaped. Possibly large enough to carry a person. The words "fragile" and "this end up" were printed all over them. They would be taken to a side of the facility that looked like large garage doors. Inside they looked more like cargo ports for trucks. The floor was raised by a couple feet so that they lined up with the floor of the trucks. In this case it lined up with the forklifts forks where the crates could be placed onto flat beds and transported to their intended destinations.

If any subjects were strong enough to shake off the last of the sedative effects and dare to venture outside to the beach again they would be mostly left alone unless they tried to approach the docks, ship, crates, or workers.