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... )

felix unger, rahne sinclair, taylor townsend, george sands, angua von uberwald, heather hudson, wolverine, walt hasser, perseus jackson

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exweapon November 4 2009, 03:28:02 UTC
There's a naked guy in the jungle. It's not the most unusual of things; on this island, what's real strange is that he's alone.

Then again, looking at him, maybe that's not weird at all.

"Funny," I grunt, giving him a dubious look. "Usually this situation is the other way around."

A healing factor is great and all, but the fact is it doesn't fix my clothes.

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provenhumanity November 4 2009, 03:42:30 UTC
Oh god. It was Hugh Jackman. Or someone who looked an awful lot like him. Either way, from the looks of him, George thought he might have to think again about whether or not he was going to transform that night.

"Sorry?" George asked, more a question than an apology.

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exweapon November 4 2009, 03:46:56 UTC
I don't bother explaining. It'd take too long, and why bother?

"You trying to commune with the wild or something?"

I was going to ask if he'd just arrived, but he's got a backpack with him. It doesn't add up.

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provenhumanity November 4 2009, 03:58:40 UTC
"No-- no, I was...waiting on someone," George said, glancing over at his backpack for a moment while he tried to figure out how he was going to get dressed and cover himself at the same time.

"But...I think I've been stood up, so I was just leaving."

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mendndefend November 4 2009, 04:42:05 UTC
"Oh, my."

Heather Hudson is not a bashful woman by any means, and a naked man is nothing she hasn't seen before -- though, admittedly, she's curious as to why he's out there all on his own. For a moment she waits, half-expecting some other naked soul to emerge from the shadows, but her patience goes unrewarded. Unfazed, a laugh escapes her, and she manages a small wave.

"Everything alright, there, handsome?"

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provenhumanity November 4 2009, 05:02:03 UTC
He'd been about to rifle through his bag for his trousers when suddenly he heard a voice and immediately made sure he was covered up.

"...hi." He said, looking a bit like a deer caught in headlights, "I was just-- I was doing calisthenics."

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mendndefend November 4 2009, 05:08:46 UTC
"Calisthenics," she echoes, eyes wide and disbelieving even as she nods in an attempt to humour him. "Here? Naked and in the dark?"

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provenhumanity November 4 2009, 05:34:32 UTC
"Yes?" he replied, eyebrows shooting up near his hairline, octave of his voice raising slightly. "Just-- just trying to keep fit."

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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!"

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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."

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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.

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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.

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thirdboxcar November 4 2009, 18:54:24 UTC
"Uh," Walt says, cleverly, his eyes immediately looking anywhere but the guy's nakedness or his face as he backs up a few steps. There were some things you shouldn't do when coming across a naked man, and Walt is doing his best to not do any of those things.

"Awesome how you're one with the nature and all that, dawg," he says, eyes fixated on a tree behind the guy. "But would you mind?" Walt asks, gesturing vaguely with his hand.

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provenhumanity November 5 2009, 06:10:26 UTC
Of course. Not only had someone come across him at the worst time possible (exception, of course, being if he had changed), but it had to be the man who'd thought that cake could make him feel better about suddenly being displaced from his own reality.

"I was just--" George started, mind racing as he tried to come up with some sort of excuse that wasn't 'I was waiting to turn into a werewolf', "--I was just leaving, actually."

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thirdboxcar November 6 2009, 19:57:08 UTC
"Naked?" Walt raises one eyebrow suspiciously. "I don't think the island's gonna let you go just 'cause you're naked."

Because really, if that was the case, Walt would've tried it.

He shakes his head lightly, adding, "You could just get dressed anyways, and meet up with that group of people that're trying to find a way to get off this island. Maybe they can help you!"

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provenhumanity November 6 2009, 22:37:38 UTC
George just stared for a moment.

"...I meant the jungle," He replied.

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loaded_wolf November 5 2009, 04:26:42 UTC
Angua stopped in her tracks, eyes widening as they took in the very naked figure of a strange man in her path.

She tried to hold in a smile.

"Goodness. That's..." Her gaze lowered. "Unexpected."

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provenhumanity November 5 2009, 04:33:34 UTC
If only he'd waited five minutes less. If only he'd figured out that he wasn't going to change a little bit sooner, then he'd be walking past the woman on the path fully clothed instead of standing there in front of her fully not.

"Um...hello," He said, at a complete loss, and quickly covered himself with his hands.

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loaded_wolf November 7 2009, 22:15:17 UTC
"Hi there."

Angua couldn't help it, her entire expression broke into a wide grin. She quickly turned, giving the poor man his privacy.

"Go ahead, then. You have a change of clothing?"

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provenhumanity November 7 2009, 22:27:27 UTC
"Yes." George said, instantly thankful that she'd at least turned around, even if she hadn't walked away as well, "Yes. I have a change of clothes."

He picked up his backpack and fished out his trousers, pulling them on at near lightning speed.

"I was-- I was just...I was waiting on someone?" He hadn't meant it to sound like a question, or so terribly unconvincing. But at least it sounded better than 'I thought I was going to transform into a giant wolf.'

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