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 MY FUR HAS TURNED TO SKIN, tag: Ariel
ELIZABETH FOWLER
Posted: Apr 19 2012, 03:17 PM


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The rotten stench of fish and seawater clung to her skin like a baby to their mother. It lingered in her nostrils until Bess just couldn’t take it anymore. 2 weeks and all she’d had to eat was fish, fish, and more fish. She was, to be quite blunt about it, fucking sick of fish. Maybe she shouldn’t complain so much. Not everyone in the world had enough to eat every day. Bess should have considered herself lucky, but she didn’t, not with the retched smell sticking to her skin. The day had been particularly humid, even for Houston. Sweat glued her shirt to her chest. She didn’t know how much longer she could take it before she got a shower.Even in the fall, Houston weather wasn’t exactly the most predictable. One day it was cold and everyone and their mothers needed to bundle up, the next Bess was in shorts and begging for air conditioning. The whole thing was frustrating. Today, however, had been one of the latter days. It was the kind of day that made you want to lay around and do nothing, but Bess didn’t have a choice. She needed supplies, and she needed food that was not fish. That morning she’d gone into town and traded with some people in the Sam’s Club, and she’d gotten something remarkable in return. She’d gotten canned fruit. Tonight was going to be a wonderful night. Sure, it wasn’t as good as picking an orange fresh off the tree like she’d done back home, but it was something that didn’t come from the Gulf and for that she was thankful. Her other wares included a warm blanket, fresh water, the rest of the fish she’d caught the night before, and whatever else was in the backpack she’d taken with her. When she’d gotten back from her expedition, it was then she realized just how much she reeked. A shower was needed, and luckily for her, she’d nicked some soap. Her catch from the other day had certainly paid off in a big way. Bess had bided her time when she’d gotten to Houston, and been particularly careful to get to know the right people. She’d heard from a particularly reputable source that there were some cabins that were on Atkinson Island that still had running water. It was there that she sought refuge for the evening. She’d taken her sailboat with her to the island tied it up at a dock, dropping the anchor just in case. After all, Bess didn’t want to risk losing her only way back to what little civilization was left. The Gulf was shallow enough to walk across for the most part, but she didn’t want to take any risks. As always, Penny, her furry companion, was stuck to her side. The Sun was still high in the sky, and the dog’s coat shone bronze in the light, somehow still silky though only God knew when the last time she’d been washed was. They headed for the cabins, following the directions of her fellow sailor. When Bess saw the place, she thanked God it still existed with not a deader in site. That was always a relief, though she still clung to her harpoon gun just in case. She ruffled her hair and walked to the bathrooms, investigating the scene before deeming it safe to undress. She left her clothes and bag (being sure to take a towel, soap, and of course her harpoon gun with her) on the floor in front of the door and found a suitable shower. Penny padded in, awfully fond of the water for an animal, and Bess followed. It was a tight squeeze for both of them, but she couldn’t complain. The water was cold on her skin, and goosebumps rose all over her flesh, but it was fresh water. It was a shame she was wasting it on a shower, but she needed to feel clean. Bess was just about to start washing her dog when she heard the door creek open. “Hello?” She asked, suddenly frightened. Had she not seen a zombie? Had she not thoroughly inspected the place? Her heart began to pound and she grabbed her harpoon gun. “Say something, or I swear I make you dead!”On the day that I turned 23,I was curled up underneath a dogwood treeWhen suddenly a girl with skin the color of a pearlShe wandered aimlessly, but she didn't seem to seeShe was listenin' for the angels just like meSo I stood and looked aboutI brushed the leaves off of my snoutAnd then I heard my mother shouting through the treesYou should have seen that girl go shaky at the kneesSo I took her by the armWe settled down upon a farmAnd raised our children up as gently as you please.
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ARIEL BROWN
Posted: Apr 26 2012, 12:19 PM


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It was not beneath Ariel to spy on others. Not only was it not beneath him, it was an activity he needed to perform. At least he could justify needing it. Raphael had pointed out that using binoculars to ogle younglings wasn’t the most moral past-time – with or without binocular really, it apparently didn’t matter in what way his eyesight was enhanced – but that could be justified too. ‘I think she might be hurt’ or ‘Would you look at that, she’s swimming with dolphins!’ or ‘I think that other guy’s spying on her more than I could ever be,’ or the more honest ‘She’s fucking hot man’, which, in the end, was the only one that really worked on his brother. After several failed attempts Ariel landed on that one, which earned him a shrug and peace. Since peace from pestering was what he craved, this suited him perfectly.

The last couple of days he had been keeping watch over a brunette he hadn’t noticed before. She was good-looking, no doubt, but that wasn’t what had caused him to pay such close attention in the first place. There were plenty gorgeous women in the post-apocalyptic world, almost to the point where he suspected models and actresses had been the ones best equipped at tackling disasters after all. It certainly seemed like it, just by glancing around at the slender bodies strewn on various yachts. So her looks weren’t the point. It was her doings that had been interesting, namely her impressive knack at hauling home loot Ariel thought long since digested by some fat monkey. She came home with water and food and clothes to the extent she might be time-travelling.

Whatever her means, he wanted in.

So he was only a couple of buildings down from her as she and her four-legged companion disappeared into the cabin, whereupon he pondered his next move. He didn’t know why she had gone in there. He had never ventured into the cabins himself. He had just never seen a need for that. Maybe she holed up there occasionally? Then again he hadn’t traced her here before. Well, either he waited for her to emerge, taking the risk of her having eaten what he wanted, or he barged in after and took the introductions from there.

Naturally, he decided on the latter.

Nobody was unarmed these days. This included him, with his faithful handgun at his side. Unfortunately, the girl too had taken precaution. She could puncture him completely with harpoons. Ariel didn’t much want to be shot like a whale, and gave a light knock and a courteous “Hello?” prior to entering. There was no reply, and he moved into the entrance slowly. A shower? A fucking shower? “You gotta be kidding me…” How could he not have known? This was sensational news. He wanted to jump in there right away, paying no heed to how rude that greeting would be, but reeled himself in to focus on the task at hand.

It helped that she threatened him, though humorously so. Make him dead? He had to grapple for control as he managed to distort a mirthful spark of laughter into a believable cough, masking the reply he wanted to offer her. Make him dead? Oh that was a good one, though not in a way members of Mensa would appreciate. Instead he lifted his arms in a disarming fashion, even though she couldn’t see him yet, and said, in a voice quivering with nervousness yet still assertive, “Something.” He could probably discard of the snappy remarks in the beginning, or she’d toss him out in a heartbeat. “Just don’t kill me please?” Rolling his eyes, he was happy she could not see the effort he was putting into pretending when he wasn’t in the spotlight.

Are you… showering?


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ELIZABETH FOWLER
Posted: Apr 28 2012, 10:46 AM


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Since Z-day, Bess had cared for herself, and only herself. She didn’t worry too much about finding fresh water, as she’d been planning to care for herself even before the world ended. In a past life, Bess had planned to live on her boat till the end of her days. Truly, it seemed like she was taking an old geezer’s dream and turning it into a reality, but Bess enjoyed it all the same. Sailboat racing was her life, and she was damn good at it. The boat her father had given her moved with quickness she’d never seen before and it was a shame she never got a chance to see Kassandra perform in a real race. In the weeks leading up to her first race she had stocked her boat with enough wares to last her a year. Now, everything she’d packed was running low and though she’d been rationing, her supplies were dwindling.Even still, taking a shower was still a luxury Bess very much believed in. She kept her supplies to herself and didn’t let many people know just how well off she’d been for the past 6 months. Yes, she’d encountered her fair share of zombies, who hadn’t at this point? However, killing one would be a new experience for her. She hopped out of the shower, forgetting that she was completely naked until a wisp of a breeze zipped past her skin. Oh, that was chilly. She opened the bathroom door and pointed her harpoon gun at whomever it was that was planning on making her lunch. It was a man. A real man. Not a zombie. A wave of relief showered over her. At least she wasn’t going to die a horrible death, but she couldn’t help but wonder why he was here in the first place. “You scared the living shit out of me!” She scolded, letting out an exasperated sigh, faintly aware that she was must have been a ridiculous site.Bess was a woman to be feared when she was out on the Gulf, but right now she couldn’t help but feel more vulnerable. She was tall, but she’d always been on the thin side, and with her hair all wet and a harpoon gun in her hand, she felt like a wet rat trying to stand up to the big, burly alley cat. At this point, only her tongue could save her. “Yes, I was taking a shower. However I was quite rudely interrupted by a certain someone.” She felt that was sharp enough, though Bess could never be sure. She’d always thought of herself as a sharp-tongued handful. Her brother had begged to differ, however. It hadn’t taken much for the two of them to get into fights as children, but now Bess could only hope he was still fighting for his life.“I’m not going to kill you.” She piped up immediately afterwards. Bess really didn’t want to make enemies, now that she was finally getting to know some of the people that were still alive. The Lord only knew how empty her bed had been over the past few months, and that was something she was a little disappointed in. Bess felt attractive enough, why the hell would nobody in this world want to at least have a one night stand with her? Some mysteries are better left unsolved. “I am going to ask who you are and why you’re here. And your answer better be good, or I might as well get rid of you now.” her voice sounded stronger than she felt, and she was glad for that. This man was trouble; she could sense that at least. Who else would follow her into some desolate cabin in the middle of the woods?On the day that I turned 23,I was curled up underneath a dogwood treeWhen suddenly a girl with skin the color of a pearlShe wandered aimlessly, but she didn't seem to seeShe was listenin' for the angels just like meSo I stood and looked aboutI brushed the leaves off of my snoutAnd then I heard my mother shouting through the treesYou should have seen that girl go shaky at the kneesSo I took her by the armWe settled down upon a farmAnd raised our children up as gently as you please.
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ARIEL BROWN
Posted: Apr 29 2012, 02:55 AM


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So he’d scared the crap out of her. Figured really. He surmised he too would be disconcerted if someone barged in on him whilst he was defenceless in the shower. In order to hurry she had to defy the slippery floor and her nakedness. Then again she’d gotten hold of her weapon pretty quickly, and was currently aiming it at him, so she couldn’t have been that unprepared. “Sorry about that...” he apologized sheepishly, managing to avert his gaze from the tempting sight that was her in only a towel, and took to studying the curtains. Old-fashioned, old-womanly, boring curtains vs. half-naked sexy woman? Sometimes he wondered why he did all this pretending. Echo ought be very proud of him right about now, though he wasn’t about to tell her this. Ariel was a lot of things, but liked to think none of those things were ‘stupid’.

He had asked if she had been taking a shower. Despite the overwhelming evidence that she had – sound, look etc – it was still hard to believe. That this place still had working water after half a year of no usage and maintenance was a borderline miracle. “I don’t think it was very rude? I did knock and you showering isn’t very likely nowadays. I dunno what I thought... That maybe you’d be sitting on the couch reading a magazine or something.” God, it was annoying to have to moderate himself like this. He could’ve just taken her stuff whilst she was occupied soaping up, and left. Tracing him wouldn’t be hard, but going after someone who’d stolen food wasn’t the safest thing these days. Everybody had a gun, nobody was afraid to use it.

Which is why he had his attention largely on the harpoon gun, hovering in his peripheral vision as he continued on studying the textile covering the windows. Her promising she wouldn’t kill him was soothing, and almost had him breaking into a wolfish grin. They had barely exchanged a couple sentences and already she admitted she didn’t have it in her to kill him. Like the limping zebra in the herd, she had just shown weakness. “Phew!” The universal sound of relief broke from his lunges, and he pretended to temporary forget she was half-naked, turning around with a friendly smile before having the realization again and spinning away quickly, faking an awkward routine many participated in on a daily basis.

Seemed she forgot what she’d said though, threatening him again mere seconds later. Unlike him, she hadn’t decided on her act yet. Part of him wanted to spite her and just quirk his eyebrows, waiting for these promised questions to arise, but he knew he had to contain himself and suck it up if he was to get any items freely. “Ok...” He could still frown a little and convey how confusing it was the be pardoned one minute and condemned the next. “I’m Ariel. And I’m a man, as you can see, despite the inclination you now have to associate me with a mermaid.” The smile following was somewhat forced, showing the taxing nature of explaining his name. “I’m here because.. well, because you are.” He shrugged and bit his lip. “I haven’t seen anybody in a while and.. we haven’t talked before. ” Hopefully he came off as a somewhat confident yet socially yearning guy with friendly intentions. Not some stalker. “You’re... I don’t know your name. What is it?


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