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They say he changes when the sun goes down...

Nov 03, 2009 21:13

When George had arrived on the island, one of his first thoughts had been about his transformations and how he was going to deal with them. Back home, he'd been able to contain it. Even for the few months that he hadn't been able to use the isolation room, at least there'd been some semblance of control. Some assurances that he wouldn't come across ( Read more... )

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percy_jackson November 4 2009, 12:24:35 UTC

As I came into the clearing with Mrs. O'Leary, my pet hellhound, in tow, I stopped at the sight of a man standing in front of us, stark naked.

I stared.

I sighed. Last night had been a creepy bonfire, and now this?

I turned to Mrs. O'Leary. "We have _got_ to stop taking these night walks. They're just _too_ disturbing!"

Mrs. O'Leary, on her part, said "WOOF!"

provenhumanity November 5 2009, 04:52:17 UTC

Island full of odd people...of course someone would be wandering about after dark.

"Don't worry, I was just leaving," George said, "Well, actually, I was just getting dressed and then leaving."

percy_jackson November 5 2009, 18:11:58 UTC

"That's good," I said, pointedly _not_ staring. "Um... sorry to burst in on you. I was just... walking my dog." I nodded over my shoulder at Mrs. O'Leary.

Mrs. O'Leary, for her part, objected to my use of the word 'dog' by growling low. The glowing coals of her eyes flashed.

"Quiet!" I muttered.

provenhumanity November 8 2009, 06:36:02 UTC

"Right," George said, nodding as he stood there awkwardly holding his bits. "Dogs...do have to be walked."

Currently, he was debating between shouting at the boy to leave and standing there to finish the conversation.

percy_jackson November 8 2009, 06:53:29 UTC

The silence stretched a moment, getting more and more uncomfortable. Why was he just _standing_ there?

Then I saw the backpack lying on the ground. It was closer to me than it was to him, so I said, "Oh, excuse me," and I stepped forward and tossed it closer to him. "There you go. We'll... just be going."

I turned away. Mrs. O'Leary turned with me. Then I abruptly stopped and turned back. "Okay, _why_ are you standing out here with no clothes on and, why is the fact that I'm walking a hellhound not freaking you out any?"

provenhumanity November 8 2009, 07:27:53 UTC

As soon as he turned away, George bent over to find his trousers in his backpack. Luckily, he'd had enough practice getting dressed in a hurry that he was finishing up the zipper by the time the boy turned around again.

"Is that what it is?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing as he looked the animal over again, "I suppose I just thought it was a weird dog."

Now he was a bit freaked out though.

percy_jackson November 8 2009, 19:00:18 UTC

As if in frustration at being mislabelled a common dog a second time, Mrs. O'Leary let out a sigh and flopped down on the path. I just frowned at the man.

"No. Hellhound," I said. Then, seeing his face, I added. "A friendly hellhound. Mostly."

Not that the shock had worn off, I was less inclined to be charitable. I couldn't help but wonder if he was a pervert of some kind, and that wasn't cool. There were kids on this Island. I was a kid, after all. I adjusted the strap on my shoulder. Elizabeth Norrington's gifted cutlass was secure in its sheath, for now.

"Are you going to answer my first question?"

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