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Island of Doctor Moreau

The Island

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a part of Island of Doctor Moreau, by Aramay.

The Island is a beautiful paradise that many would almost kill to spend a day walking on the warm sand, swimming in the crystal clear water or checking out the spectacular view from the tallest cliffs.

Aramay holds sovereignty over The Island, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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As beautiful as the island is, the surrounding reefs prove to be dangerous for any ships that come near. A good way for the facility to supplement new subjects but not their only way.
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The Island

The Island is a beautiful paradise that many would almost kill to spend a day walking on the warm sand, swimming in the crystal clear water or checking out the spectacular view from the tallest cliffs.

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The Island is a part of Island of Doctor Moreau.

2 Places in The Island:

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Violet Whitt [26] I'm here to meet and study new creatures
Tex [26] "Tell you what I'll make you a deal. I won't pick out your eyes if you do me a little favor."
Taurus [23] Moo
Alexander Calhone [23] "Slow dauhn. Can' talk da fahst."
Creature [20] "Ghmnn..."
Byron Lugo [18] "Obsessed is a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated."
Evan Brownrigg [15] "Been there, done that, what's in it for me?"
Alex [7] I don't want to be me anymore.

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Character Portrait: Emilein Polock Character Portrait: Taurus Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Evan Brownrigg Character Portrait: Byron Lugo
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(I was hoping Castiel would post since they still seemed to be in the game, but I'm not going to wait any longer. I have a full plate and I don't want to miss my windows of free time to keep this place going. I'm not going to drop the ball last time....also I just broke my own rule of not being allowed to bring OOC in here. But I will make an exception for myself. Just this once. And delete this little diddy in a week to redeem myself.)


Evan went down like a sack of potatoes. Not because Taurus tagged him, because he didn't, but because the shock of having that burly brick shit house come so close to brutally maiming him without actually trying to hurt him. Not that he's done anything to wrong Taurus specifically...lately. It's just that he's developed a reflex around anyone or thing that moves at a pace considered hostile. He moved rather quickly for a fat man. His legs after all weren't wholly made of blubber. What he did end up doing was taking quite a spill in the mixed earth and sand. He was too disoriented to be angry about it when he came to a stop. His legs were splayed out and his arms were resting in front of him like a stuffed teddy bear.

He looked up to the hulking beast and saw that Taurus wasn't having much luck dealing with this island either. "If this keeps happening I might have to start calling you Clutch." Evan slowly bumbles to his feet. He looked at his hands. His fingers still clung to the two cans he held so tightly onto. They were dented up but still intact.

His attention was draw up one of the nearby trees. Varin the skittish guy of likely shifty alliances, somehow managed to get himself caught up a tree. The hints that the guy actually didn't want to be in the tree weren't hard to interpret. "Don't look at me. I'm not getting you down." He said it knowing that Varin hadn't asked for help in the first place.

Hearing Violet ask for a knife and inquired about boar gutting he paused with an almost trance-like stare. The way he suddenly snaps up afterwards made him nearly scare himself. Reaching into his pants he produced a small pocket knife. Knowing that he wouldn't be willing to part with it for a single moment, and that it was likely Violet wouldn't want to touch it because of where its been, he volunteered himself to start gutting it. From the looks of it, he wasn't an expert at it. This wasn't his first time doing it either. "If you guys are serious about staying outside. You might want to figure out where to start building your shelters."

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Her sleep was not very restful. Creature couldn't get comfortable on the patch of dry ground. The air was still incredibly damp making it uncomfortable to breath. Still, with no one around she still . It hurt to move while trying to ease some of discomfort. Any attempt to stretch out would land a limb in cold water. She was glad that Alex yanked her out of harm's way but the get away was anything but clean. She nearly drowned from being pulled underwater so suddenly and without warning. The ride wasn't a smooth one either. Seeing in an almost pitch black environment wouldn't be an issue if they weren't underwater during the escape. It left her already battered body worse for wear. Worst of all she didn't know where Alex went, and she didn't have the strength to find her way back out. The food that she managed to salvage from the boat was sealed up well against water, but also sealed well enough against her weakened state.

For all intents and purposes she was helpless to wait and be rescued, or die from fever and weakness. Her ears twitched hearing a faint scratching coming from above. She wasn't familiar with this particular area. The reason being it was so far in and so much of this section was below water. Creature had to cover her face when light suddenly streamed down from the hole in the weakened ceiling of the cave. Then loose chunks of soil and earth came crashing down around her. The fight had gone out of her. There was no struggling this time. Just the right amount of bad luck and bad timing left her at her most vulnerable. She would be surprisingly light. Evidence that she had not been eating enough lately. In the back of her mind, she figured that she would be done in by a cave-in at this point. Too drained to look and see that it was Tex on top of her.

Her eyes would pop open when she suddenly felt herself become weightless as her body was jerked upwards towards the upper surface. At least her landing was soft, but she crumbled like wet tissue paper when she was dropped again. The evidence that she was still alive was in her recoiling in pain from her wounds re-opening from the force. A pit grew in her stomach. This was not a face she wanted to see in her weakened state. On top of that he had to go and pull away her face coverings. It helped her breath more easily but it also made her recoil like a vampire from light to hide her face. There were still very evident feminine qualities to it. Though the mutations didn't leave it unscathed. The feral qualities were impossible to not notice with the unusual length of her face and mouth that hid an intimidating set of teeth. It was almost simian in nature.

It was already starting to get cold. She already started shivering. With how warm she felt she most likely already had a bad fever. The idea of owing the very thing she hated made her sick. It was only trumped by what she felt right now. "Don' whant....t-dihe." She shivered so hard she could barely speak. Everything hurt and the chances of her passing out right then and there were high.

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"Godsdamnit..." Varin cursed under his breath as he tried to adjust himself on the tree branch. Even if it was a life or mauling situation, he now regretted jumping up into the tree. He felt like a cat stuck on on a branch watching people walk by not doing anything. He looked over at Evan, who he never asked to help him down and rolled his eyes. An internal note was telling him to never trust this guy. Ever.

He soon started to wriggle himself out off the branch, soon looking more like a sloth on the branch and moving himself to a lower level before dropping his legs down to the ground before letting go. It felt odd, but at the very least it got him down. Now that he was back on ground level, he could see the extent of the damage done to the boar and Evan's attempt at gutting it. As much as he wanted a soft, warm bed tonight; there was no way he was going back to that hospital smelling building. It was either take another knock-out dart or he would go kicking and screaming.

"At the very least we're gonna have to find water too. And make weapons." He said as he started scanning the ground. Although he wouldn't admit it, he was growing weary physically. He hated being around alot of people or a lot of excitement for this reason. Normally, he'd have the option of excusing himself to go home and watch a marathon of breaking bad or something, however the most he could do now was get his hands working again. Give himself something to do lest he go mad with boredom and anxiety.

He started picking up what ever rocks and shells he could find, before taking a seat under the same tree he had been stuck in. Some of them were large and smoothed edged and others small, but at least it was something right this minute.

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Violet pauses and considers Varin's and Evan's words. While getting away from the prying eyes of those responsible this twisted experiment is tempting, there is still to much to learn about what is really happening here. And inside the facility is still the best place to find that information. For the moment at least.

Speaking up Violet says, "While I don't think I'm quite ready to 'move out' myself, getting a place outside ready does sound like a smart move. I have some experience with setting up long term camp sites. I am willing to help anybody who needs it to set up their own or share one. As Evan suggested finding the proper place is important. I suggest we head to the beach after lunch and start looking for good places from there."

With her piece said Violet searches for some flint to strike for sparks. While looking, Violet also keeps an eye out for more mushrooms, fruit, spices, or other things that could be added to lunch.

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It was then that Taurus grunted and tossed his head, stomping his foot as if trying to say something. "Aaaauuuuuuuuuuuooof" He mooed balefully and pointed up river. He pointed again at the sky then the facility which was still in viewing distance. It's not safe here. Was the message he was attempting to portray. Up the river! With out much warning than that he turned and trudged through the tangly foliage back towards the river.

If the group followed he'd be leading them at a winding path along side the river, taking a different branch off than Alex had when attempting to save her. The only identifying path would be the one that Taurus forged himself with his hulking form if any of them strayed to far surely they'd have gotten lost or at least covered in poison ivy and fire ants.

They would arrive at a shallow fresh water pond, one of many sources for the river with a small but sparkling waterfall providing constant motion and smooth rocks that catch and filter any grime. It was perfect clean water with a variety of tropical fish and frogs to catch and eat should they get hungry as well as a thick canopy to both shelter them from rains and provide cover from the searching eye of Tex. A safe haven. All they would need is some form of shelter to keep that shaded clearing warm at night. Taurus snorted and cupped his hands in the pond, crouching to one knee he splashed water over his face cleaning off the silt and mud caked in the fur, creating one clean spot over a mountain of filth.





Tex smirked "Don't you worry. Your death would do me no good." He grabbed a hold of creature with his tallons and took off once more, this time taking off high into the sky. He carried the semiconscious creature across the landscape much higher than her comfort zone, his talons pressing into her as he held her tight, he didn't cause her more wounds but she might develop bruises from the flight. If she was still awake she would see the cliff he was carrying her to and recognize it as his home. This is either an opportunity or a great misfortune as she had the opportunity to steal some of his stash. Getting away with it would be.........problematic though.

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Evan took a hand full of boar inners and yanked them from the body tossing them into the creek nearby to wash downstream. It wasn't like they could drink from it from where they were standing. Plus he could wash out anything from inside the body of it to prevent any foul taste from getting into the meat. "I wouldn't suggest that." He responded to Violet just before dunking the entire boar into the river to give it a good thorough soak, while still keeping hold of two of its legs. "We won't know how far the tide comes up. On top of that, what could we possibly build from sticks and leaves that can hold up against the monsoon season so close to shore?" He grunt trying to keep the boar from getting swept down stream.

With some lugging and grunting he pulled the carcass back onto dry land while trying to keep sand from getting onto it too much. "We need to cook this before it spoils. Its not going to last in this tropical heat." He watched Taurus do the bullish things that he was known for doing and rolled his eyes knowing he would have to follow him. If he left this here for a moment, scavengers would be on it in a heartbeat. He had to lift the gutted pig up and onto his shoulders. Red water that was still inside it begins to leak down his neck and back as he trudged along, a look of disgust on his face. They were going to owe him.

It was a rare day to see Taurus do anything more than skulk around and act like an olf. For one day, he proved to be rather useful. The water source that was away from the beach in a well hidden away part of the forest and well, well manicured to the eyes. It was almost too perfect, but his aching back wasn't complaining about the nice scenery. He dropped the boar away from the water's edge. "I'm not making the fire. I've done my part." He looked like a murder victim that got stabbed in the back with how his clothes were stained with watered down boar blood. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a patch through the trees that looked to be a thicket of some type of bamboo that wasn't much more than three inches wide, but grew beyond 20 feet tall.

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Creature winced in pain from being grabbed. Her heart began to race again, just conscious enough to see herself far too high above the treeline. There was no way she would've put up with this if she were still healthy and uninjured. She looked like a limp sack of potatoes with a tail sticking out the back. She could swear she saw the others below her but her vision was blurry. By the time she was set back down in Tex's own little hideout she could barely keep her eyes open. The vertigo made her incredibly sick and the adrenalin was wearing off making her slip back into unconsciousness.

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Violet had hoped to find a cave or something above a sheltered bay. Someplace that had a view or close to a place with a view of the ocean. That way it would be possible to keep an eye out for boats. As they would likely be the only source of rescue or escape. But hearing Evan, Violet is embarrassed to realize she failed to consider how potentially violent storms could be. There are ways to determine the height of 'normal' tides and Violet was sure she could place camp safely away from them. However, storm surge was nearly impossible to predict without complex computer models.

Violet is so distracted by her own thoughts, she almost missed seeing the flint while following Taurus. Violet notes the location so she return soon.

Violet looks around the clearing, the water, the sheltering rocks and trees, the bamboo. The bamboo especially would make ideal material for building a shelter and tools. It was nearly perfect but for one small thing.

Violet again approaches Taurus and makes sure to get his attention. "Thank you so much Big guy. But before we can really accept this generous gift we need one more favor from you. Will you promise to never tell or lead the guards here to us? If you agree I will owe you and I be sure to repay that debt in some fashion."

Violet scratches at some of mud drying on her. She wants to wash it off in the water but this is much more important.

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Character Portrait: Amy Amy says,
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Amy moves to her knees on the sand and shakes her head to clear it. What happened? She looks around herself, trying to get oriented, willing her memory to come into focus. She sees the remains of her ship nearby. That's right, she thinks. She'd been on her way to visit an old friend--using boat, because why not?--when a freak storm had risen out of nowhere, running the ship aground out here in the middle of nowhere.

Instantly, Amy panics. She's been traveling totally alone. In fact, she didn't tell anyone she was leaving on her trip--not even the friend she was going to visit. She's been living alone for years, checking in with her parents by phone once a week or so. Often over the years she's often had that thought that were something to happen to her, it would be days or even weeks before anyone noticed. How would she get help all the way out here? All of her belongings were gone, including her phone. Unlikely that there was cell service here anyway.

She put a hand on her forehead, covering her eyes, and took some deep breaths, conscious of how quickly her heart was beating. The panic was rising. She had to do something

Amy stood, putting one shaky foot in front of the other, and decided that the best thing she could do was explore her surroundings. Maybe there was a ranger station or some way she could get back to civilization. She started walking.

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Character Portrait: Amy Amy says,
 “ Hello? Is anyone here? ”

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Amy listens, but hears only the ocean and the wind. Maybe a bird. Some sort of warthog grunting. A low growl. Nothing concerni---

Wait, what? She freezes, panic welling up again. She's not a runner. In fact, she always used to joke that if she and another person were being chased by a lion, she'd take one for the team. She never intended that joke to become reality.

She holds completely still, listening hard. There are, in fact, a lot of strange sounds coming through the air from all directions, but none seem close to her. She closes her eyes, breathes deeply for five counts, and then decides this must be relatively normal for a jungle island, and sets off walking again.

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Character Portrait: Emilein Polock Character Portrait: Taurus Character Portrait: Violet Whitt Character Portrait: Creature Character Portrait: Alexander Calhone Character Portrait: Evan Brownrigg Character Portrait: Tex Character Portrait: Byron Lugo Character Portrait: Alex Character Portrait: Kylie Ann Weston Character Portrait: Leah Character Portrait: Amy

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After what seems like eternity--walking in sand is HARD! And it's hot, and holy cow the mosquitos are big--Amy crests the hill at the top of the beach. She stops to catch her breath and looks around. To the north, the jungle looks impassibly thick, but to the south, it looks like---

Could it be? Or is it just a mirage? Amy squints, hating her contacts and glad she always keeps her glasses on her, so those, at least, weren't lost in the shipwreck. Still, she can't put them on until she can take out her contacts, which she can't do here. So squinting it is. Stupid prescription. It'd be nice if she had, like, a billion eyes, so if one went bad the others would be fine. She smiles at the thought.

Yes, it is. A building in the distance to the south. Feeling her spirits boosted by the possibility of safety--and a bathroom--Amy sets off with renewed speed in the direction of the facility.

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Amy is so happy about finding what looks like civilization that she stops paying attention to her feet. Suddenly, she trips over...something? She falls heavily, cracking her head against the ground hard enough to black out.

When she wakes up, she's in a sterile hospital room. Her left arm hurts like it has been jabbed with something. She hopes she didn't get some sort of jungle vaccine---she's always reacted poorly to vaccines. She rubs her arm, feeling nervous, and looks around for someone to explain this place.

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Character Portrait: Amy Amy says,
 “ Hello? Anyone? I need some help here, and some answers! ”

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