Ambrose (11:53:47 PM): Ambrose, after parting with Awen, followed her instructions and followed the River North to the village, and then took an all-too familiar path westward to the beach.

He must have taken this path a hundred times before, on the days that compared to recent developments were blissfull and relaxing. Transformations aside, of course. Walking the path, he felt as though he were missing the familiar epee that often accompanied him. It had been over a month now since he last practiced.... he had promised himself after he found out the true nature of the island that at least he'd make himself keep up with his fencing... for himself... even if he could never do anything with it again. The island now had even managed in succeeding to take that from him now. The epees safe and sound... behind locked doors and smash-proof glass.

Ironic, he mused, they were probably on an island that housed some of the most advanced technology in the known world... and they were out here living out a bad Survivor episode.

"Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink" Ambrose mused bitterly out loud as he crested the tree-line and opened up to the familiar shoreline.

It had been so long since he left the jungle, Ambrose felt almost... awkward... staring out at such an open area. He used to love it out here, where he could gaze across the sea and imagine its shore touching America... seeing the gulls and letting the sun warm his face. Now, it was almost intimidating - it was too open. The sea salt came like a cold splash to his nose, and the sun was hot under layers of fur.

Bringing a paw-hand to his eyes to shield it from the midafternoon sun, he scanned the beach for signs of life. First south then north.... and something at the beach bar caught his eye. Just one figure, but a figure nonetheless. Hotfooting it across the warm sands, Ambrose headed in its direction.

Antony (12:08:27 AM): There was not only a figure, but their entire camp, fire and sleeping like area included, was situated rather close to the beach bar. Inside the beach bar was a health stack of driftwood for the fire, as well as a pile of coconuts and various other fruits that Antony and others had managed to collect.

The tattooed woman, at the moment, was enjoying her time alone and away from Stewart. Gods know where he went, but Antony was glad to not feel like she were talking to the social equivalent of a high school male. A freshman, high school male.

And all she wanted to do was sleep with a priest. This was starting to become more work than she had planned on.

Covered in a sheen of sweat, Antony was laying in the shade and drinking from a bottle of water. She had done most of the physical work in the early morning, and was taking the time to stay out of the sun during high noon. Her skin, which was already pink from a built up sun burn, couldn't take the intense sunlight of midday anymore. At least, not comfortably, but with Jamal gone and Stewart wherever, Antony only had to take care of herself. That wasn't much work considering the amount of meat she had smoked, as well as the fruit and water at hand.

She didn't notice the wolf man approaching, eyes closed as she nibbled on a bit of jerky in between drinks of water. A nap sounded rather nice.

The white fur skin from the little pig thing that their trap had caught was also hanging from the inside roof of the beach bar. Antony had thought it better there than in the sand by the fire.

Ambrose (12:17:23 AM): As Ambrose got closer, and the sun ceased its shining directly into his eyes, he made out the appearance of a more developed campsite - not too unlike his own - except for the fact that it was on the beach, and appeared to only claim one resident at the moment. But the smell of cooked meat brough a smile to his face despite the fact that he had had a healthy breakfast that morning. The makeshift spear lashed to his back and knife at his waistband of his now tattered sleep pants remained 'sheathed'.

Eager to step into the cooler sands of the shade that the beach bar provided, Ambrose padded up quickly, finaly stopping just by the beach bar and leaning forward to get a better look at the oblivious, lounging woman. She had quite the array of tattoos along her shoulders and upper arms and, to at least a casual observance, appeared to still be completely human. This must be the same 'tattooed woman' who had attacked Joliette and had an argument with Chana. Anthony... or something... Amaya had said her name was. Regardless, she certainly didn't appear violent at the moment - far from it. Though she did sport a few healing gashes along her arms that looked suspiciously like the ones that Awen had sported. Didn't Amaya say that Anthony and Jamal were camping together...? If so... then Awen was apparently not the only target to Jamal's fearful aggression.

Finally, realizing that he was staring in what might be taken as a rather creepy manner, Ambrose brought his hand to his mouth and cleared his throat to announce his presence.

Antony (12:33:06 AM): At the throat clear, Antony's eyes shot open, and though she usually wouldn't be too surprised with seeing a changed islander, the woman's vision was actually quite blurry from being closed for so long.

So she jumped, or rather sat up quickly, scurring backwards awkwardly as she blinked rapidly.

"Who the fuck are you?!" She seemed to chitter angrily, eyes narrowing on the furry man in front of her as her sunny desposition arose once again. It was obvious that she had never met an islander this transformed before, or that she was even registering this wolf man as an islander.

Soon, her deep violent eyes were focused and boring straight into the other [i]creature's[/i] eyes while Antony caught her breath. With a few more critical surveys of Ambrose, the tattooed woman finally relaxed somewhat, but debated smoking one of her last handful of cigarettes nonetheless.

No, worse shit could happen.

And so the smokes would be saved for another day, despite her current withdrawl.

Ambrose (12:37:02 AM): [i]Perhaps I was jumping to conclusions on her not being the violent type...[/i] Ambrose sighed mentally seeing her defensive reaction. But then again, she apparently had been attacked recently... and likely by Jamal.

"Whoa... whoa!" Ambrose held up his hands, ears lowering to the side. "I'm not going to hurt you." How many times had he had to say that since coming here? Since running into new people. They all jumped to the same conclusion, it seemed... Did he really look that threatening? Or did people just assume the worst when you looked like a [i]monster[/i].

"My name is Ambrose..." He said carefully, keeping direct eye contact with the high-strung woman. "I heard that there was another camp on the beach..."

Antony (12:43:35 AM): "Oh, you're an islander... Sorry," she commented obviously with a sort of sigh, before reaching out next to her for her glasses and slipping them on. "Much better," Antony commented to herself before looking back up towards Ambrose.

She listened to his introductions thoughtfully, obviously much more relaxed then when she had been startled 'awake.' Cracking a sort of smile, she gave him a mock bow even though she was sitting. It was rather strange, but then again, they weren't exactly in a 'normal' situation.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Antony... And that concludes the tour of the campers," she said with a smile, obviously not bothered that she was alone at the moment. Though it suddenly dawned on her the reason he may be looking for their particular camp, and she frowned up at the wolf, "Did Jamal..." Trailing off, the woman watched him for a reaction before continuing, "He took the transformation... It wasn't pretty..."

The mere memory of the event was enough to send a brief chill through her spine.

Antony (12:43:46 AM): ((Remind me to have her show him the bones they found.))

Ambrose (12:50:16 AM): Ambrose also visably relaxed after Antony put on her glasses and seemed to come more to a semblance of cognizance. He must have just startled her... that was more than understandable. When he was human, seeing himself as he was now first thing he saw upon waking from a nap on the beach probably would have elicited a similar response.

"I'm sorry for startling you." Ambrose said, running a hand through his hair in a feeble attempt to straighten it before proferring her a furry hand.

"And... I'm truly sorry to hear about Jamal. I... haven't seen him since ... all of this happened. But I heard word from Awen today that he... ah.. isn't taking things well." an ear flicked back and he averted his eyes before risking a glance back at her injuries. "Did he....?"

Antony (12:58:42 AM): Antony took his hand in hers and gave him a proper handshake before moving her hands to mess through her own hair, pushing it out of her face for the time being. "Not a problem, and yes... The shoulder is from him."

Her brow quirked at the mention of Awen, but Antony said nothing. It was probable that Ambrose didn't know about the whole 'triangle of drama' that had occurred at the beginning of this Survivor hoopla.

"What.... Happened...? A freshly changed Jamal and ...Awen. It had to be eventful," she said carefully, curiously watching Ambrose with an actual look of concern on her features. Falling silent, Antony glanced back towards the jungle with another frown as she thought about all the weird things that had happened to her and Jamal as of late.

Ambrose (1:04:25 AM): Ambrose gave her a practiced firm handshake before plopping down on the sand beside her in the shade, happy for the small break.

"Well.... she didn't give me many details, and to be honest I was hesitant to press... but she sported some similar injuries... She said that he was just scared... taking the transformation badly... but to be honest I don't see that as a good excuse to injuring someone else... let alone a friend.." An ear flicked back. If he knew anything of a series of relationships, he didn't show it.

"I don't know where he is... to be honest last I heard from Amaya - who I think heard it from Awen... he was camping with you..." He gave a self-conscious chuckle. "Lots of hearsay going on apparently."

He looked around at the campsite, noted the meat and cocconuts. "Looks like youv'e been doing alright..?" He ventured. "I should have wandered out of our area sooner... but I decided to try to find out what I could of who's around... see if everyone's accounted for and doing alright..."

Antony (1:17:08 AM): "He needed to be alone so he could vent out his frustrations physically and violently... I could tell after I tried to calm him down. That's just Jamal. Awen was a fool to think that harassing a very pissed off Jamal who had just transformed was a good idea in the least." Antony sighed, rubbing her hand over her face before shaking her head. She may be sounding like a bitch, but that's just how it was. It's how she was when she was pissed, and it was even worse when she fell into a blind rage of sorts.

Biting off a chunk of the jerky thoughtfully, Antony chewed for a moment before taking a deep breath and adding on a bit more. "Friend or not, it took all the restrain he had not to attack me... The claws was an accident since they had literally just pushed through and he was holding my shoulder... But even I had enough sense to let him go."

That was the truth, it wasn't that Antony cared less for Jamal than Awen did as a friend, but that Antony had enough experience with the angry, volitile type to know how they worked. "I've only met Awen a couple of times, but she's young... And I don't think she's dealt with many 'angry' people. That and Jamal needs to come to terms with himself first... You know? Wait a bit before signing him up for group therapy or some shit like that..."

Wow, she really hadn't meant to say that much.

Antony chuckled, smiling faintly, "I usually don't talk so much."

Ambrose (1:23:40 AM): Ambrose frowned at the quick judgement of Awen, but didn't press too hard. "I'm sure she was just trying to help him out..."

"But I'm glad to hear at least that he didn't intentionally hurt you. Awen seemed to jump to the defense of his actions as well, but seemed confident that he could pull through this as well." Glancing again at the claw marks, Ambrose tried asking Antony and changing the subject away from the questionable point of Awen's carelessness. "What's he becoming...? Can you tell? Obviously a predator of some sort... but... Awen didn't say anything beyond that. And... Honestly I haven't seen Jamal since we argued. I don't even know if he accepted the... ah... apology I left.... so it sounds like I should likely steer clear of him as well if possible until he calms down. To be honest, I don't even really understand [i]why[/i] he got so upset at me to begin with..." He sighed, looking out at the sea again. "But this hasn't been easy on any of us.... and nerves have been stretched thin before even this... 'wilderness adventure'". He said with a none-too-subtle note of bitterness.

Antony (1:33:28 AM): "I'm not saying she wasn't... Just that I'm sure he would have done no harm if he were left be like he conveyed to me..." Antony shrugged, but didn't comment any further on that subject, especially when he changed it himself.

Taking another bite of the smoked meat instead of pulling out a cigarette, she absently bounced her bent leg. God damn lack of cigarettes. "The way he spoke of you, the answer would probably be a 'no' of some sort... And then add in a few choice words and I'm sure that'd be perfect." There was a long pause before the woman would verbally touch the topic of what he was transforming into, the mental movie of his skin whitening before her eyes and the sight of his bright blue irises overriding her thoughts for the moment.

This would be hard to say, "Well... Something albino... His skin was turning white, and his eyes are a bright blue now. Now [i]that[/i] was fucking creepy to watch, and I managed to stop him from clawing the white skin right off his arms..." This time, the woman visibly shuddered, remembering how she watched him attempt to shred the lightened skin from his arms.

"Eh, it hasn't been so bad...." She started out cautiously, glancing over to him before continuing, "I've definately been through worse... Though the bodies and bones weren't to pleasant..." She had almost forgotten about those two things.

Ambrose (1:38:26 AM): Ambrose winced at the vicarious message of Jamal's attitude towards him. An ear flicked back in irritation. "Apparently he's the sort to enjoy carrying a grudge." Ambrose muttered. "I shouldn't have joked about the changes... but... grah... he sure as hell took it hard."

His frustration turned to hesitance as Antony described just a segment of his change, and the look behind her eyes filled in many of the uncomfortable gaps. "I'm sorry... you saw it, then.... It's... never exactly a pleasant experience... I'd be lying if I said it was... but... at least it passes. It happens in spurts, not some... continuing process or anything. But those spurts take away things that... things that you never thought you'd have to deal with losing. And that's worse than the physical pain. Because that lasts..." He trailed off, and then winced. "I'm sorry. I have a bad habit of saying too much and killing an already uncomfortable mood."

Ambrose hooked on the last comment. "Bodies...? Bones? Are you talking about the helicopter pad?"

Antony (1:45:46 AM): "I also hold grudges," she stated dryly, almost matter of factly. It wasn't exactly a new trait of hers, and nor was it a hidden fact. Might as well get it out in the open early.

Antony simply nodded in affirmation of Ambrose's assumption, letting him talk uninterrupted before adding in her opinion. "Well, it's not so much the pain that bothers me, but those left behind..." The topic was left at that, and Antony's hardened stare seemed to loosen at the change in topic.

Again she nodded, standing up all of a sudden to dig in the open bar's storage areas while she spoke, "I saw the helicopter... But there's more..." It took her a bit, but soon she emerged with her 'pack' of the bones in which they had found while digging the trap, undisturbed in their container. They hadn't been looked at since being stashed away. "We dug a pit trap, and found that... Well Jamal found them..."

Ambrose (1:49:35 AM): "Remind me to keep my tongue in check then." Ambrose replied wryly, but the note was dropped at the mention of others off the island.

"I know how you feel... I really do. The first several months here for me was hardest because I had a ... girlfriend is too light of a word, but we weren't engaged or anything. I never said goodbye... I was just going to be gone for a few weeks." He kept talking as she got up to fetch something from the bar area. "I was miserable... I missed her so badly... I wished I could have some sort of closure, anything. And.. finally I started to try to move on. And that's when they brought here here." He glanced up as she was riffling around for a container. "I... the selfish part of me is happy.... but I can't help but feel incredibly guilty... as now she's stuck in this mess just like I am..."

He rose to his knees and peered over at hte container. "What did you find..?" His curiousity piqued.

Antony (1:55:16 AM): Antony made a face at the beginning of his girlfriend talk, but soon simply glanced at him with understanding. "I 'won' a vacation my father entered me into... Otherwise I wouldn't be here," she explained dryly, not really wanting to go into much detail other than that at the moment.

Setting the 'pack' of bones wrapped together in vines in front of Ambrose, she motioned for him to take a look for himself. "All I can say for sure is that they're bones... I'm not an anthropologist by any stretch of the term."

She returned to her previous seat, content to simply watch him for his reactions and theories. Since he had been there for so long.

Ambrose (2:00:30 AM): Ambrose returned her sympathy at her brief description of her own lure onto the Island. "I'm sorry.... I.. I wish I didn't leave so much unsettled with my family." He didn't elaborate, however, and turned his attention to the packages set before him.

Gently picking at the vines, he unded the knots and spread open the contents, his eyes widening as his hands went to the skull - the most descriptive of the group. The skull was at least human-sized, and quite robust. The empty eye sockets stared back at him with a haunting aire that set the fur on his back on edge. "Dear lord." He mused. At first it appeared to be just a large boar skull.... but... there were so many fissures that looked seamed over - but didin't disguise the breakage... and the nose was flat, not a projecting muzzle. "You guys just found this out in the jungle?!" His ears pinned back as he looked it over. He didn't like the connotations it suggested. "I mean... I wonder how old it is.... could... could there have been more... " he swallowed. "Subjects before us out there?" He looked to her. "But... I was the first one here.... the duplexes were here and everything [i]looked[/i] new... You... you don't think they killed them all and... started fresh?" Fear was creeping into his voice. "What if... what if abandoning us out here is just them... starting over again?"

Antony: "At the bottom of the trap we dug," Antony confirmed, eyeing him curiously, "But I'm no anthropologist." It was the truth, there was not much she could help him with aside from the fact that there was obvious breaks and repairs.

She was a tattoo artist and mechanic, and while that gave her a lot of common knowledge and skills, it wasn't exactly a brainy type of job.

"I... Don't know. Just thought you should see it, since you've been here for so long..." Shrugging slightly, Antony nibbled on her jerky while watching him, "Maybe it was a new island... society... thing?"
Ambrose: "Maybe..." Ambrose pronounced. "I don't know if there is any real way to find out for certain...."

"I ... I've had freshman biology, but that's it." He sighed, turning the skull over in his hands again anxiously. "But if it was burried... and I mean... it's just bones... it might have been down there for a while, right?"


Antony: "I don't know... I wasn't a science major," she said with a frown, popping the rest of the jerky in her mouth before chewing on it thoughtfully. "But that's all we really found..."

Trailing off, Antony echoed his sigh and glanced over towards him again.
Ambrose: "Neither was I" Ambrose admitted, scratching the back ofhis head. "Well.... We've seen some... strange... creatures. Angelina said she saw some sort of... feathered monkey I believe. " He continued looking at the skull consideringly.

"So..... maybe thre were more experiments before us.... I mean... maybe it wasn't human... maybe.... just an ape or something with a pig...?"

Ambrose: I'm back
Antony: "Strange creatures?" She questioned, eyes growing a bit wider in surprise, "That's... Not comforting." Not in the fucking least it wasn't. "God damnit," Antony sneered, running a hand roughly through her hair before looking out through the jungle. Sighing softly, her eyes closed and she shook her head, "I guess we should be glad Moreau perfected all this on animals first... Before trying it on humans..."

It was kind of heartless to say, but the tattooed woman was quite a realist.?))

Ambrose: "That's true...." Ambrose mused. "I woud think they would have had to now that you mention it. Perhaps we should try to view that as a good thing instaed of a bad one. But... we never saw any of them before all of this. Have they been out there all along.... or were they released when we were locked out of the duplexes..."

Ambrose shook his head. With every piece of new information, there were new questions. "Thanks for showing these to me, though, Antony. And... is there anything else you need here? Or would you like to join the group of us at our camp? We've got a good 8 or so people - and safety in numbers and all that."
Antony: Antony stayed rather silent during his rambling, nodding in agreement until he asked her to join them, "Jamal'll probably sneak back for food at some point, and maybe I can calm him down."

That and she didn't want to just leave all the work that her and Jamal had put into the camp. They had put too much into this campsite for her to simply up and leave it. And there was always the fact that Godzilla and Awen were over there. Not that she had a problem with the latter, but Antony highly doubted that Awen wanted to see her at all... Ever.

"Uh, thanks for the offer though," she smiled politely as she pushed hair out of her face.
Ambrose: Ambrose smiled warmly, but nodded in understanding. "I Understand. If you do see Jamal..... can you apologize for me? If he is still upset with me - I never intended on it. He... he's a good guy, just in a shitty situation like all of us." Ambrose pushed himself back to his feet.

"And if you do ever need anything... our campsite is east of the village. Just follow the river on the north side and you should be able to find us" He extended his hand again.
Antony: She shook the hand offered, nodding in understanding, "I'll try... Maybe after I've calmed him down as to not get myself torn to pieces." Grinning crookedly, Antony waved him off and layed back down, looking as if she were about to resume her nap.

"T'was nice meeting you," she called after him through a yawn. Time for a well deserved nap.
Ambrose: "It was nice meeting you as well, Antony. And best of luck with him. We need to hang in here if we want to make it through this still... ourselves." He shook the hand with a firm grip.

"I've heard that some people who haven't been eating have been...." He shook his head. "Leaning more towards instinct. Like Joliette trying to stick to a vegetarian diet nearly hurt Awen. So... uhm... be careful."


Antony: "Eh, Jamal won't hurt me," she said confidently with a chuckle, cracking her eyes open to glance over at Ambrose, "Because if he does, then there will be no fucking to be had."

Antony lazily watched his reaction after her statement.

Ambrose: Ambrose coughed a laugh. "Uhhh..... Understood!" He flashed her a fanged grin as he blushed bright red under his fur. "I think I'll continue looking to see if I can't find out what happened to some of the others." Dusting the sand off his pants, Ambrose stretched briefly and smiled to her. "Take care, Antony"
Ambrose: ((I've got one of them in my living room >> ))
Antony: She simply gave him a hawkish grin as he blushed, sitting up slightly and looking quite smug about it all, "You too."


Ambrose: "Well, see you around, Antony. Glad that you're doing well." He gave a wave and trekked back into the treeline.
Antony: She watched him go for a bit before laying back down and allowing herself to enjoy a nap.
Antony: Le fin.