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Post by Wanizame on Jun 4, 2008 23:54:27 GMT -5
The sound of the sliding drawer made the creature pause in what it was doing and glance over its shoulder, but it didn't seem to take any mind of what the man was doing. It went back to its exploring of the stolen objects, running its fingers over the different and interesting textures of each, sniffing at them, licking them.
Among the things it had grabbed up were several small animal skulls that Jamison had collected. It had been quite interested in them, and had chosen the skull of some species of monkey from their number and set it aside from everything else, next to one of its webbed feet.
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jun 5, 2008 1:01:07 GMT -5
It had started at the noise for a moment, but Jamison was able to breathe a sigh of relief when it returned to its explorations. He was now almost more anxious to see what the creature was so interested in than to get it back into the tank!
He removed seven chocolates from the box and injected three of the creme-filled variety with the tranquilizer; with any luck, it had little experience in expensive chocolates and would not be as apt to notice anything untoward in the confections.
Walking slowly and carefully he set six of the chocolates down in a pile near his desk and tossed one of the untampered-with pieces toward the creature before slowly backing toward the stairs.
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Post by Wanizame on Jun 5, 2008 1:13:47 GMT -5
It started at the noise of the chocolate hitting the floor, jumping up to its feet and upsetting the bucket, in the same motion grabbing the monkey skull and clutching it to its chest.
When it spotted the treat though, it rolled forward and and grabbed it--it was shaped differently from what the creature was used to--plain, flat squares--but it seemed to know what it was and stuffed it into its mouth, chewing.
Its eyes went wide with the discovery of the creamy filling and it straightened for a moment in pleasant surprise and looked about for more.
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jun 5, 2008 1:25:04 GMT -5
Jamison hastened his retreat, only pausing to note that the creature was holding a monkey skull from one of his displays in the back and that it seemed to be taking to the new variety of chocolate very favorably.
He hastily backed further up the stairs as the creature drew nearer the pile on the floor, though he was careful to stay within observing distance.
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Post by Wanizame on Jun 5, 2008 1:35:57 GMT -5
It found the chocolates and made quick work of them, hopping around as it stuffed them two at a time into its maw, and keeping two more in its free hand as it plodded toward Jamison a few steps.
It slumped a bit and looked confused--something was wrong--it staggered and dropped the last two candies, grasping for them, clutching the skull tighter to its chest.
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jun 5, 2008 1:48:37 GMT -5
Success!
As the creature grew sluggish, Jamison dared to take a few steps back down the stairs, toward his tiring quarry. He was unsure how many of the drugged chocolates the creature had ingested--the two remaining were so crushed from being in its grip that he couldn't make out their original shapes. He had to hope it would go down soon, and that a needle would pierce its skin so he could ensure it slept for a good, long while.
He reached the bottom of the stairs and waited, wondering how in Hell he was going to lift it back into the tank.
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Post by Wanizame on Jun 5, 2008 1:51:32 GMT -5
The mouth had turned down and stretched into a fearful grimace and it reached out toward the old man for help, stumbling forward toward him.
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jun 5, 2008 2:00:06 GMT -5
Henry saw the look on its face and took a step back. Perhaps the tranquilizer had merely agitated it?
"Shhhh, now, don't fight it," he said in as soothing a voice as he was able, reaching a flat palm out over the railing and mimicking stroking motions. "Just go to sleep, old chap, and I'll have you in where you belong in no time, hm?"
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Post by Wanizame on Jun 5, 2008 2:07:51 GMT -5
It worked its jaws at him--not in a threatening manner, for its teeth weren't bared--and staggered forward another step before falling over to one side onto the floor, the skull still clutched in its hand.
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jun 5, 2008 2:15:22 GMT -5
When the creature went down teehee, Jamison finally dared to leave the stairs and approach it. He stood beside it for a moment, unsure of what course of action to take; he would prefer to inject more tranquilizer once it had completely succumbed to what he had already given it through the chocolates, but if it did not go under soon, he would have little choice.
Deciding that soothing it would be the best course of action, he stepped around behind it and knelt down, cautiously reaching out and running a careful hand down its rough back in a gesture he hoped it would find soothing.
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Post by Wanizame on Jun 5, 2008 2:20:04 GMT -5
It lay trying to move for a few moments, but its limbs were heavy.
For the first time, it revealed human-like upper eyelids that slid down over the dull black orbs and it ceased moving.
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jun 5, 2008 2:35:11 GMT -5
As soon as it was out, Henry stood and moved to his desk, pausing to pick up the potentially-drugged chocolates and deposit them in the waste basket. He supposed that now was a prime opportunity to study its physicality, but he would rather clean the tank so he could continue his observations. There would be time later to study it more in-depth at close range.
After administering a bit more of the sedative, removing his shoes and socks, and stripping down to his shirtsleeves and trousers, Henry hefted the creature up onto his shoulder and approached the tank. It seemed almost lighter than it had been last time he had lifted it, but he supposed that his panic could have skewed his perceptions at the time. Scaling the ladder wasn't too difficult, and, as the hatch was still open from the creature's escape, it took mere moments to lower it back in and then follow. He dragged it to the "bank" and into the little hovel it had made in the small cave among the rocks, finally noticing that it still had his monkey skull clutched in what passed for its fingers.
He shrugged and decided to let it keep the skull; the sooner it felt comfortable, the sooner he could begin to test in more depth.
After returning to the outer room for a few large scrub brushes and cloths, Henry reentered the tank and began the difficult process of cleaning off the glass while treading water.
He would really, really need to find an assistant soon.
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Erik (age 8)
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Post by Erik (age 8) on Jun 5, 2008 12:53:55 GMT -5
*Erik saw his moment.
He'd been watching the house for some days, and the lady had gone out. The man, the professor, was the sort to get wrapped up in his work. And besides, thought Erik, he had to sleep sometime. Besides, he was going to be very sneaky.
He bought some chocolate for the creature and tucked it in his pocket along with his trusty bit of wire, some rope, and the dagger he kept in his boot. And so, late at night, Erik crept into the house. It was dark, but he knew from watching where the room with the tank was and he made his way unerringly.
If he had the chance, he thought, he would find something to steal. They would need money.
He entered the room, a soft glow emanating from the tank. Erik shuddered to think what might be going on here. What was being done to the creature. If it was even still alive, which it probably was given the clean tank.
Erik found the trapdoor quickly and opened it, dropping into the habitat nearly silently. And noting, with alarm, the still form on the muddy bank. He padded over to it, crouching next to the creature for a moment before reaching out a hand to touch its shoulder lightly.*
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Post by Wanizame on Jun 5, 2008 13:01:20 GMT -5
Since it had only been drugged recently, it did not stir--and of course, the fact that it didn't breathe anyway might have made it appear dead were it not still producing heat.
Its nostrils twitched after a moment and it clutched the little monkey skull tighter to its chest.
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Erik (age 8)
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Post by Erik (age 8) on Jun 5, 2008 13:38:46 GMT -5
Erik started to panic, just a little. But panic, for Erik, was largely an internalized production.
The creature wasn't moving. Wasn't breathing. Erik tried to remember if he'd seen it breathe before. It had a nose. It was warm, though, so if it was dead it was recently so. He didn't know what to do, so he studied it longer--long enough to see the small movement as it grabbed what looked like a monkey skull to it. A smile lit Erik's face beneath the dark mask.
He pushed the creature harder, shaking it slightly.
"Wake up!" Erik hissed softly. He couldn't lift the creature, he knew that. Could he leave and come back when it was awake? Or was it drugged, in preparation for something horrible?
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