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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jun 24, 2009 15:39:48 GMT -5
Kate happily sank on to the warm sand. It was starting to get to hot to wear a jacket, but Kate didn't care she wasn't taking it off, she knew they would see the needle marks. Or maybe she could push them off as new wounds. That gave her an idea, but she would have to wait til she could be alone to pull it off. It was all to much. Kate only wanted to close her eyes for just a second, but knew that that probably wasn't the best idea. Anyway Matt wouldn't like her doing so. He might think she was worse off then she was, which Kate couldn't imagine. Instead she just looked out to the ocean waves. She hadn't seen the ocean since she left LA and never looked back. It was like she really hated her uncle, they just never connected. Maybe it was because of their circumstances that she went to live with him that made it that way. Maybe if he actually seemed to care about his sister, Kate's mother, she wouldn't have turned out the way she did. Not that it really mattered, there was no way of tell now.
"Ouch!" She groaned when Matt applied pressure to her head. It hurt terrible, but she knew it needed to be done, so other then a couple of flinches she didn't protest. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his stupid guitar pick fall out of his shirt. She never understood why he always wore it. He never took it off! (Which Kate knew because when they went undercover together she had noticed he even wore it in the shower, not that she had ever seen in the shower... or even close to being naked!) She wondered what attachment he had to it and way. You don't keep secrets unless you have something to hid, obviously, but normally that secret is something bad, or why else wouldn;t you want anyone to know. That's why she kept secrets to hid her bad side. If anyone knew even one of the things about her they could started making connection and might figure out her ultimate secret.
That's when Krys ran up. It wasn't until then that Kate remembered that she hadn't been around. At least Krys was Kay. "Hey, don't I matter?" She asked. Kate really didn't care if she was more exited to see Matt then she was her, after all they had a stronger connection, for some unknown reason, one Kate didn't care to know. Kate actually thought that they might be in love, maybe one day they might admit it. Or maybe she was just making things up, she didn't care one way or another. Suddenly she saw the blood on her shoulder. It looked really bad, yet Krys didn't seem to notice. There was nothing Kate could do to help, though. And at that moment she started to feel a little dizzy again. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to sit down?
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Reid looked around beach as well as looked in his mind. He was trying to remember if he had seen Alicia and her mother before the crash. His mind was to foggy to focus on anything, though. he remembered that they had been sitting a few seats ahead of them. It took a lot of work but he remembered that she did in fact have blond hair and a pink shirt on. Other then that he couldn't remember if he had seen her face or not. Looking around the beach he tried to find her. Then he saw a bit of pink. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of a lady laying on the ground with a man sitting over her. Looking at Kara he said, "Stay her." Then he raced of as fast as he could to try and help her. Though movement made his head hurt more, but he ignored it.
"Is she okay?" Reid asked falling down next to the two and checking her pulse. It was strong good one. "I don't know.." The man muttered close to tears. "Miss, can you hear me?" Reid asked looking over her body quickly for any bad wounds, which there didn't seem to be any. "Hello?" He coaxed softly. Knowing that she was Alicia's mom, he remembered seeing her now.
"My.. My daughter...." Alicia's mom muttered. "It's okay, She's fine." He said and looked at Kara, waving for her to come over. "It's okay. Your both going to be okay." He continued waited for Kara to get over there so mother and daughter could be reunited.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 24, 2009 15:57:43 GMT -5
Matt caught the blonde haired woman's eyes as Krys continued to hold onto him like a freaking koala. His hand moved to rest awkwardly on her back and unseen from her eyes he gave Penelope a nod. Somehow he knew what she wanted to do and it had to be done. Poor Krys didn't even realize she was hurt other than the scratch on her face. Well, someone had to bring the bad news, better that quirky blonde than he. She could escape Krys, Matt would have to hear about it the next few months.
"Hey, don't I matter?"
Krys did a bit of a doubletake. Her brow furrowing in thought for a few seconds before she declared, in her always blunt, matter of fact fashion: "You want a hug?" Thinking on it for a split second further Krys finally gave a bit of a shrug, 'to hell with it' sort of speak, and then moved to hug Kate but within seconds she was shoved off, or pulled away, she couldn't differentiate the action. Why couldn't people ever just say what they meant? The world would be a much easier place to live if that was the case.
Forcing herself into a standing position she did her best to straighten out her disheaveled appearance but it was a losing battle. Luckily, though, no one would lecture her for even attempting to do so. Currently she stood to the side of Matt who was kneeling next to Kate and currently, she didn't show any sign of moving away from the two of them.
Krys and Matt's relationship had never been, and would never be, anything sexual. It was just two lost people being too stubborn to say that they needed someone eventually bonding together without reaffirming the relationship. That happened a lot in all of the branches of the Bureau.
"I am NEVER going anywhere with you two ever again." Krys emphasized with a bit of a tired laugh, wiping at her forehead with the top of her arm sleeve. God did she feel sweaty, and dirty, and other less than appreciative words. Nature could be ROUGH.
"Noted." Matthew grunted before moving to pull Kate back up onto her feet. He couldn't let her, or himself, rest for too long. Staying still was the equivalent in his mind, of giving up. They needed to keep moving, at least for the next few minutes are so. Last thing he needed was Kate passing out and having to carry her and the computer nerd around on his back like some sort of pack mule.
"Up and at'em." He forced out in a gruff voice, positioning Kate against his shoulder for the comfort of both of them, though his back still ached. "Keep those legs moving because I'm not gonna move them for ya." More of his southern drawl and habits escaped. Memories of hanging around the barn and trying to herd animals like horses and ostriches himself for his mother's zoo of regular barn animals and exotic alike. Then assisting his father with one of his physic experiments in the barn as sheep, ducks, and the occasional zebra trotted about between your legs and weaving around your bodies. Not that he was comparing Kate and Krys to zebras and ducks, but the moment just felt the same.
"A few more minutes and ya can sit, but until then no complaining." He told them both, though it was more for Kate than the data analyst. He knew he'd get a bigger argument from Kate than Krys, even in this condition.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jun 24, 2009 17:05:39 GMT -5
Garcia chewed her bottom lip before nodding back to the man. He understood. It seemed he was some sort of authority figure in Krys’ life. If he understood, and okayed it, she was well within right to help the little woman. She threw herself about Kate, and that was when Penelope made her move.
“Hey there,” Garcia exclaimed, though instantly realized how stupid that sounded. She gripped the cloth she had in her hand tightly. “Krys…why don’t you let me take care of that shoulder of yours?” Her lilt was light and somewhat shaky; though she hoped it was well enough to mask how serious it looked to be. She held up the bandages for show, and struggled to keep her countenance calm. No use in alarming the poor little thing.
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Kara held tightly to the little girl, and waited while Reid took a look around himself. He ordered her to stay put, and that instantly sent the girl’s heartrate up; she feared the worse.
“Did he find her?” The girl murmured, somewhat frantically.
“Maybe,” Kara replied, turning her attentions back to the little girl. It would be horrible if he had asked her to stay because it looked bad. “We will just wait and see.”
She rocked the child, trying to keep her mind on other things, when Reid motioned her over. She exhaled, relieved, and moved over with the child. “Alicia…I think there is someone looking for you,” she cooed comfortingly, as she finally reached the boy genius and the blonde woman.
“MAMA!” The girl cried, instantly throwing herself from Kara’s grasp to the one that belonged to her mother.
“There you go, easy now.” Kara said, offering a smile and looking over to Reid content with what had been accomplished. Still her smile faded a slight catching sight of his blood soaking through her make-shift bandage.
“And you should take it easy, too.” She muttered toward the young man. He wasn’t kidding when he had claimed head wounds bled a lot. “I don’t have a whole bunch of sweater left,” she jested lightly.
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jun 26, 2009 12:06:25 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] Tori had long ago been on the plane with the other agents, but had quietly suited herself with a place at the back. Way back. Silently reading a sports magazine, she was greatly contented with this silent treatment, purposefully tuning out the conversations that went on in the plane. She knew only three people on the plane: Krys, Matthew and Kate. And even them she wasn't very close to, since she was only their anthropologist. Until of course, the announcement sounded: "We are experiencing some... turbulence. If everyone could please return to their seats and buckle up."
Lifting her head from the magazine, Tori listened with interest. She quickly buckled up, a slight sense of panic within her. The plane jolted up and down, back and forth, throwing everyone around. Tori couldn't help but let out a small squeal. She grasped the gas mask, readying herself for a drastic crash. She closed her eyes, and waited.
"Wh-what?" After what seemed like only a few seconds, Tori found herself thrown a distance away from the plane, a sprain noticeable as the injury on her left foot. She moved her limbs to check if everything was alright. It was, in fact, fine, excluding the foot. She steadied herself up and looked around her. The plane was about twenty yards away. How on Earth did she get all the way onto the beach? She sighed to herself.
While the plane had been jolting away, coming to a stop, Tori had gotten flung out of her seat, hit her head on a metal pole and fell unconscious. Being the forensic she had been trained to be, she limped over to the plane, wincing at a sudden noticeable ache at the back of her head, her left eye hard to keep open. Oh great, a concussion.
Tori entered the broken plane and looked around. She trailed along, until finally she came to a pole with a slight dent and blood stain. Knowing immediately through geology that it was the pole she had hit, she examined the dent to tell how bad her head trauma was. The dent was thin, bending outwards with a sharp pull at the bottom right. Not too bad... she thought, inspecting tiny dent. At least I'm not dead.
She stood up again, and hopped out of the plane. She sighted a few people still around, and heard a soothing voice. “Krys…why don’t you let me take care of that shoulder of yours?” She spun around to see Penelope Garcia, Quantico's BAU technical analyst. She had heard much of her before. And of course, next to her she saw Krys, her own BAU's tech analyst. A sheepish smile pulled on her lips as she came over, hand at the back of her head.
"Anyone has a pain killer?" Tori asked, forgetting to be polite as she dizzily walked towards the few figures in front of her. "Or an ATC?"
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jun 26, 2009 13:11:39 GMT -5
Kate had to flinch away when Krys hugged her. It hurt to much so she pushed her away, knowing that it would be taken the wrong way, but not caring. It didn't matter if Krys thought she was being rude or not, the point was it hurt and Kate didn't want the pain, so she didn't want any more back breaking hugs. Kate couldn't resist smiling when Krys shouted that she would never fly any where with them again. Kate would have said something, some witty, sarcastic remark that would have ticked Krys, and most likely Matt as well, off. But her head was spinning so much she couldn't think anything up. That's when Matt pulled her to her feet. Moaning she started to walk. All she could really think about now was going to bed. She was tried enough to sleep standing up. Then again that could just be the head wound and blood loss talking.
Luckily before Krys could get to mad at Kate or what ever she would do, for Kate could never understood the young girl. In many ways she thought Krys was a little bi-polar. It was a shame the the blonde gal had to deal with the wounded Krys. That was one thing Kate would never want to do. Not wanting to be part of the whole large blow up that was sure to happen (Do remember Kate is kind of delusional.) she quickly turned back to Matt, leaning on him, forgetting her fear of human contact for at least a while, and slowly walked on. She would have said something, but she didn't know what to say.
At least not until Tori came into view. Half smiled Kate hadn't even known the girl had been on the plane. It wasn't like the two of them worked together that often. But when they did see each other they got along pretty well. "If any of you are holding out on the Aspirin then I'm going to kill you." Kate grunted.hough she knew Aspirin would only make her blood thinner, which wouldn't be a very good think at this point.
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Reid smiled widely as the mother and daughter were reunited. It was good to see a happy ending for once. Instead of the victim being dead she ended up being alive. Something that Reid really liked to see. Thinking about happy endings he thought about his own ending. What if something happened and he died before they got off the island? What if he never saw his mom or Hotch, Morgan, Emily, JJ, Rossi, or Gideon again. What if his ending wasn't as happy as it seemed. He missed them all instantly. Luckily Garcia was there and his new friend Krys, and even Kara who he barely knew was there. It wasn't like he was alone.
Forcing a smile at Kara he said, "I'm fine. Hows your head?" He looked at her worried for a moment that she wouldn't be okay. But then he realized she was a trooper. If anything she would fight to the very end. She would make a great addition to the team one day. "Hey, can we go find my friends? I want to make sure their okay..." He said then added. "Were you on the plane with anyone?" he suddenly was afraid one of her friends or family was hurt or dead. He truly hoped not.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 26, 2009 13:46:05 GMT -5
"Anyone has a pain killer?"
Matthew turned his head to look at Tori Daire, the anthropologist on call that Counter Terror often used. He felt a bit guilty that he hadn't know she was on the plane, but the young woman was relatively new to the devision and even that with Matthew's job and her own, their schedules wouldn't have crossed much (if at all), why with him being in the field and her with bones in the lap. That was data, Krys Robin would know the woman better than he did.
"Nah. But we've got a pain I want to kill." He joked lightly with a soft chuckle, giving Krys a bit of a nudge with his elbow which caused the young woman to comedically narrow her eyes. At least, even in the midst of disaster and plane crashes, their humorous relationship was still in tact and functioning.
“Krys…why don’t you let me take care of that shoulder of yours?”
"Huh?" Krys looked up at Penelope with a confused blink. Shoulder? What was wrong with her shoulder? Blinking again worried brown eyes turned with her head trying to see the damage that was done, but of course her head couldn't make a complete 360 so she just ended up going in two circles like a dog chasing its tail before her worried eyes shot back up at the other data analyst.
"What happened to my shoulder?" She actually looked a little panicked, so much so that her voice had come out in a whimper before she tried to look at her right shoulder again, nearly stumbling backwards.
"Robin. Still." Matt barked without even looking at her and obediantly Krys haulted. Matthew had that kind of power over people, all of his years on the force garnered that little bit of respect (from most people) and this included young Krys Robin. Sure he felt guilty about being so short with her, especially when she was probably scared out of her wits, but that was how things were going to get done.
Still walking alongside Kate he couldn't help but notice how different Toriann looked when not in her labcoat (he had really only met her once or twice). But she looked... free-r. Something was different about her that for a moment, he actually couldn't look away. Man, take a labcoat off a squint and Matthew was thrown for a freaking loop.
Turning his attention back forward he continued taking slow steps over the sand while still holding up Kate.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jun 26, 2009 15:05:16 GMT -5
Garcia felt horrible; as it was clear that Krys had not known in the slightest that there was something wrong with her shoulder. The blonde knew, though, that something had to be done. Eventually she would have felt the pain anyway. Right? The girl made two circles as she tried to see the wound herself, Penelope—for a moment, only—struggling to try and keep her still long enough to bandage it. “It doesn’t look too bad, just needs some support,” she offered with a light voice, though she was not entirely sure if it was truth or not. She couldn’t tell if it was still bleeding, after all. The less blood she lost the better.
Matt seemed to take control over that, though, and as soon as the little analyst was sitting still again, she moved in to try and take care of the shoulder. She flashed her eyes over to the newcomer. She looked sopping wet, from hair to hem and for a moment, the technical analyst frowned pointedly. “You okay?” she asked her, calmly. If she was wet, that probably meant she had fallen from the plane. That girl was lucky.
"Anyone has a pain killer?"
Penelope flashed a smile, finishing with Krys’ shoulder. If the girl was well enough to joke, then she was doing well. Or, at least as well as the rest of them. “This is the one time I wish I had a pharmacy,” Garcia added thoughtfully to Kate’s chirp. Though, realistically, it would probably not do them any good. Morphine would probably be the best thing to completely kill the pain of every survivor. But they kinda needed to be alert to get off the island.
How were they going to get off the island?
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Kara caught Reid’s smile, as he gazed on the mother and daughter. She presumed, and understood, that endings like these were why people did the job he did. Why she wanted to join the team.
"I'm fine. Hows your head?"
Kara laughed lightly. “Don’t worry about it,” she replied. It hurt something terrible, and she was still having a horrendous time focusing, but it wasn’t something she wished Spencer Reid to fret over. Though, through his head wound? She doubted he would even register her discomfort. It was amazing he was still standing.
He began to move off, and Kara followed, though felt a bit uneasy in doing so. He wanted to go find his friends, and that was all well. Still, it was then, perhaps, she felt out of place. Kara half expected him to ditch her. She would realistically have no problem flitting about the other people and making sure they were all okay. And he surely didn’t know her well, if at all. Still, her following was silent obedience that she would follow him back to his other friends. Half because she had nowhere else to go, and half because he was surprised he had said “we”, which implied he wanted her to follow.
"Were you on the plane with anyone?"
Kara snapped her head up and over to Reid for a moment, though felt a small wave of dizziness at the action. “No, traveling alone.” She mused aloud, crossing her arms and picking her way over the sand. “Though, my Mother and Father will panic when I don’t show up at the competition,” she added with a laugh. So would her partner. Not that he really cared for her person. Just the trophy he had his eye on. Nothing about this was funny. Still, Kara was entirely amused. Might as well be, she thought. It wasn’t like she could just call them and try and get in touch with them to let them know. They would find out from the news. Or a phone call from the airport. Or something.
Still, to be sure, she wrestled into her pocket to check her cell. Yeah. No service. She grunted and stuffed it back into her jeans. She just prayed her Mama wouldn’t pass out or something.
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Toriann Daire
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jun 27, 2009 0:01:44 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] Smiling to hear familiar -or not so- voices and the jokes, Tori tore her sling-bag open and brought out a few things from that personal carry-bag that she brought everywhere. She had brought quite a number of her usual apparatus in the lab: morphine, syringes, a few chemicals and a roll of bandage cloth.
Collapsing onto the sand, Tori withdrew three things, a clump of stretchable nylon, an alcohol-based chemical and a thin piece of cotton. She used the light blue alcohol-based chemical to stop her bleeding, gently wiping the thin piece of cotton over it. "Is there anybody else who needs to clot their blood?" She laughed, saying it in the most serious tone that she could manage, closing the hundred and fifty milliliter bottle.
Wrapping the nylon cloth around her sprained ankle, she began to wonder. How were they going to go home? She withdrew her cellphone from her bag: No Service. She inwardly yelled, for she was quite used to calling someone to talk. Seriously, locked up in a lab and only getting phone-to-phone communication can become second nature. Adjusting her position, she sat with her legs outstretched, moving her limbs.
"Do you guys have any idea how we're gonna get outta here?" she asked everyone, worrying a little.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jun 28, 2009 10:34:45 GMT -5
Kate just ignored the rest of what was going on. Her mind was to fuzzy and her head hurt to much to try and consintrat on anything. She tried to get a way from the pain surging through her body, back to a happier time. But in truth if she really wanted to be fully happy then she would have to go back to when her family was still alive. She wished the were, and she wanted to think of them. But she knew that would just bring her more pain when she decided to come back out. So instead she thought of teh closest thing to a happy memory she had. A mision she had to preform. It was before she was paired with Matt, and she was on her own. She was under for nearly a month, the longest time ever. But she had injoyed it. In the end she ended up killing three of the terrorists and the rest went to jail. As it were Kate was recless but there was no mistaking it, she was a darn good agent. And that's why they kept her.
She was quickly taken out her her trance when she heard someone offer colting. She know she needed it. Though she wasn't to sure what was going on any more, probably a good think at that point she raised her hand, not mslung over matt's shoulder and exclaimed. "I do!" Now who would have alcohol or what ever here? That's when she thought of Tori. It took the young agent to remember that seconds before she disapeared into thought that they forisinic gal had shown up. Again she was slightly happy about that finding Tori to be straight forward and slightly sarcastic, and even if she wasn't at least she wasn't the two normal freaks she was forced to hang out with.
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Reid walked slowly, again findinhis leg to hurt some what. The pain was disapearing now, though, that was a good sign. His head was still hurting, but all in all that pain was going away slowly as well. He looked at Kara with a small smile. He wasn't tp sure if it was good to be there by herself, or not. At least then you didn't have to worry about anyone dieing, but then you were alone. Being in both positions some what Reid tried to decided which he would rather have, and came up empty on both accounts. Deciding that he didn't know her well enough to push any harder he walked on in silence.
In no time he spotted Garcia, which wasn't very hard, after all even dirty she stood out. Next to her there was Krys, and Reid felt a sigh of relief. There was also three others by her. They all seemed to be doing okay. One was Kate, the young lady he had "svaed" earlier and another was the man that had been by her side. Everything seemed to be taking shape. All around the crash there were groups like this. Even if all the people didn't know each other they still found some sort of connection to stay around them. Most ever group seemed to have a FBI agent in it.
Looking at Kara he asked, "So why were you on the plane?" she had said a compitition but not even the tatered dress could tell Reid that she was going to dance. What he was thinking was that it was really ironic that the two of them, who knew each otehr some what, had been on the same plane. It wasn't so odd with Krys and the other agents he knew because they were all going to the same place. But with Kara it was down right odd. He stopped a few feet away from Garcia, not wanting to destract her as she seemed to be trying to bandge Krys' shoulder.
((ooc: Sorry about any of the spelling or typos the virus is blocking out the spell check. Oh and sorry that this post is kind of random. ))
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Post by Krys Robin on Jun 28, 2009 15:55:42 GMT -5
Krys was still horribly confused and even a bit worried, which was apparent by her widened brown eyes, but she did her best to stand still. This proved easier than she expected because her feet didn't seem to want to move anyways. Instead her converse clad feet dug into the sand as she allowed Penelope Garcia to do what she needed. Krys wasn't a medic so she honestly had no idea the extent of her energy let alone the procedure to aid it.
So to aid Penelope Krys moved her jacket sleeve down a bit (she didn't remove it and this was done on purpose to hide other scars, and not from the plane). When the woman's fingers even tried to move the coat Krys would tighten her grasp keeping it where it was. She could be wrapped up as is, it'd be a bit more difficult but it could be done and luckily Penelope didn't push the matter further. She was trying so hard to be gentle and light, Krys could tell, and heck, she could humor her. Penelope was her hero and a nice person, there was no point to knocking down her sunny demeanor. But now she was becoming increasingly agitated, in a very standoffish sort of way and she wanted nothing more than to hide.
Matt knew that Kate thought of him only as a burden, though he really was the best of the best and damned humble about it. Many other agents would have told the woman exactly where to shove it but not Matt, he was soft spoken at times, especially with coworkers. He knew Kate didn't give a rats ass about him which was a shame because he actually cared a little about her, about everyone he worked with.
Matthew was lost in his own thoughts now and for a moment he actually pondered handing in his resignation from undercover assignments, or at least as her partner. That's what she would have wanted, right? "Robin stand still for her." He grunted but after a moment or two Krys deliberately avoided his eye contact before she yanked away from whoever had a hold on her currently and moved through the sand searching for a place of solitude.
"Robin!" He was holding up Kate so he couldn't exactly leave her and instead he could only look as the young woman moved away. Damnit, why was everyone in his unit always so difficult? Why did she have to act like that? He felt partially responsible. This wasn't supposed to happen, not to her. Not to anyone. Maybe to him, but not everyone else.
A number of feet away, but still could be seen, Krys crossed her arms over her chest before bringing her gaze onto her now wrapped shoulder with a look of complacent confusion. Biting down on her bottom lip thoughtfully she released a sigh before bringing her gaze to the sandy ground. What were they going to do now?
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Post by Kara Barnhill on Jun 28, 2009 18:22:45 GMT -5
Garcia had managed to bandage Krys up rather quickly, despite the setbacks she had encountered. Such as the taut sleeve, and a few squirms from the younger analyst. Still, the woman was a ball of compassion, and she never even muttered a word against Krys, and instead pitied her. Why her, of all the others? Perhaps it was because she was a fellow tech. They banded together like nobody’s business if the need arose. And a plane crash certainly meant the need had arisen.
“There you go,” she chimed pleasantly as finally released the young woman from her grasp. She had offered a rather nice smile as well, but it seemed Krys was not in a mood to return it. Slowly, the look of cheer faded and the woman’s brown eyes followed the analyst as she moved away. She wanted to be alone? After all of this, she wanted to be alone?
She turned her gaze back to Matt in a questioning manner. Was it something she had done? She almost made a move to go see if she was okay. But if being alone was what she wanted at the moment, the blonde would let it to her. Everybody was entitled for some sort of privacy. Even a hacker understood that.
Instead she heard the new arrival inquire as to blood clotting. Curiously she looked over herself. No, she seemed in proper working order, though in the distance she could see Reid approaching with someone in tow. “I don’t,” she responded, but motioned to him. “But he might, for his head.”
“Does it work fast?” She asked curiously.
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Kara took a deep breath before answering. “I was supposed to be competing in the Hawaiian Star Ballroom Competition.” She let out a short laugh and then added, “I guess I’m not now/ Don’t think my partner is going to be thrilled.” She nodded slowly, as if letting that process for the man. It wasn’t often one would run into ballroom competitors. She was bound to get some sort of dramatic response. She always seemed to.
“I am assuming you weren’t going for the same reasons,” she smiled. “So what put you on public transportation?” She knew the FBI had a jet. Someone had come in to speak on such things. Had it been Reid that had said it? She couldn’t recall. Either way, it was probably strange for the tall man to not take the private jet.
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Toriann Daire
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jun 29, 2009 4:36:33 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] Tori sat up again as soon as she heard a reply for her celox. She stood up and saw Kate Saunders, one of the CT agents. She smiled as she inspected the injury from her position and then quickly stood up, opening the bottle and a retrieving a gauze. "Apply pressure onto the head wound after placing this on it." she explained, slowly dripping a few droplets of the chemical onto the thin cloth.
She passed Kate the apparatus and smiled. Sometimes, excluding the dismembered bodies she saw nearly everyday, it was somewhat useful to know forensic science, since it involved medicine as well.
Scooping up her blue sling-bag from the ground, Tori responded to Garcia's question. "Well, it's a monoclonal antibody that recognizes most vascular endothelial growth factors. Plus, it can be used in the treatment of cancer, where it inhibits tumor growth by blocking the formation of new blood vessels." she quoted, reciting what she remembered from her classes. In case the technical analyst didn't understand, Tori drew in a breath and added, "yes, it does."
She tossed the tiny bottle over to Garcia, sighting the man who was walking with a girl. Wow, there really is a large number of hurt heads right about now. Tori thought.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jun 29, 2009 10:14:02 GMT -5
Kate saw Krys walk away and noticed something odd. She still had on her jacket. It was odd because it was around midday and it had to be close to 90 degrees maybe a little less. Kate didn't feel the heat, though, she was kind of cold actually, but she didn't worry about that now. What she thought was odd was she wasn't going to take off her jacket to hid her needle marks or the scars she got when the twin towers went down. But why would Krys not want to take it off. maybe she wasn't feeling the heat just yet either? After all she had a pretty wicked wound on her arm and she didn't feel it. Then there was the point that she hadn't taken it off for Garcia. Maybe Kate was just being pariniod, but some hoe she thought that the young girl was hiding something. After all if your hiding something it is always easier to see other who are hiding something.
Dismissing that she turned her attention back to Tori, who was explaining what to do with the alcohol. She took it and pulled her arm away from Matt. She knew he would want to do it for her, but she wanted to do it by herself. She couldn't walk on her own or do anything. She needed to regain some of her respect. Slowly sinking to the sand bellow her she started to peel the clothe off her head. She did it slowly, tyring to ignor the blood on her hands, no need to freak out again. Once the wound the revealed she slowly placed the gauze on the wound. It stung like no tomorrow, but she was able to keep her face mostly clear of the pain, she was unable to resist flinching away though. Grinding her teeth she pressed as hard as she could. She could slowly feel the cloting start.
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Reid listned to Kara, half hearing the conversasions around him. It made sense that kara was heading to a dance competition. She looked ready to win, or at least until this minor set back. In truth she looked pretty good. Even with her torn dress and all the cuts and bruises along her body, and not to pleasing hair, she still seemed to pull off an air of elagance. "I was heading to Hawaii for a police convention. A good number of FBI agents and cops were actaully on the plane." Reid said looking around at the people around him.
It did feel weird to have to fly on a comercal plane, but really he did it a few times. It was just odd not to be able to get up and walk any where you wanted, and to be sorrounded by more than just his team mates. Then there was the size. He decided he hated large planes.
Hearing Tori a few feet away talking to Garcia about clotting factors Reid's attention got pulled away from Kara. He assumed that Garcia was talking about it for him, as of she didn't really have any major wound, lucky her. He listened to Tori's nonesense and understood every word. He wasn't that good at medical stuff, but he knew what she was talking about. He had even read an artical a few weeks ago about this stuff and cancer. Touching her head wound he felt some new blood, but for the most part it was done bleeding. He didn't need it, not went there were probably more people around that needed it more. Looking at Kara for one moment he turned back to the others and said. "I'm fine, its done bleeding anyway. What I need is to clean it, so it doesn't get infected. Do you have any hydrogen peroxide, or something?"
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 29, 2009 12:01:03 GMT -5
Matt caught the somewhat worried and questioning gaze that the blonde was giving him, and all he could really offer was a bit of a standoffish, apologetic shrug as he held up his partner Kate. He couldn't blame Krys for being upset, or wanting alone time, with all that she had been through she deserved it. Though Krys always seemed to enjoy being around people during the day, lots of people making them laugh, at night she went home to an empty apartment. Matthew felt bad for her even though he went home to an empty apartment as well. You were alone with your thoughts all of the time. That couldn't be healthy.
"She gets like that sometimes." He murmured quietly to no one in particular as he readjusted himself while he held up Kate. Turning his attention toward Tori he attempted to make conversation with a fellow Counter Terrorism employee, he always trusted them more than anyone else. "Hey squint. Got anything for a bad back?" Yeah, even a few asprin would be better than nothing.
Of course stubborn Kate pulled away, leaving Matt all on his lonesome where he stood. Rubbing the back his neck somewhat awkwardly with his left hand he cast his gaze from side to side, inspecting the scene. His guitar pick necklace dangling by his upper chest, an ever present staple of his life.
Krys meanwhile paced a bit, now just out of sight of the rest of the party she had been with. There was so much emotion building up in her now: anger, resentment, and just a general sense of stress and being upset. Kicking the sand roughly she gave a bit of a yell in an attempt to get it all out at once. That was her approach to life. Deal with your crap unseen from everyone else and then be happy 24/7. If anything it made other people's lives easier and happier, what did she care if she wasn't happy?
Taking a slow inhaling breath she tried to steady herself. She would go back to them soon enough. Pretend to be chipper, make them laugh, try to lighten the mood despite how utterly miserable she felt on the inside. She had gotten quite good at hiding her feelings since around the age of seven, it pissed the hell out of her father when he hit her and she didn't cry (heck it was even the cause of him escalating her punishments) but it did give her a small sense of self worth and pride. If she didn't cry she would win the day, if she did, she lost. It was a game she invented for herself and still went by this very day.
Not even Matthew could tell any of this about her which is why, god forbid, if she ever did something to herself or allowed these negative emotions to take over that he would blame himself. Matt did that a lot, taking on the blame of the world even though there was usually nothing he could do.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jun 29, 2009 13:36:29 GMT -5
“A police convention, hm?” Kara mused aloud. Actually sounded like a better reason for being in Hawaii than hers was. Perhaps it was because being surrounded by so many professionals like that would be a change. People who had a different art and profession than her parents did.
They approached the small group of people, with steady steps. Though, her mind had instantly been turned inward. A lot of FBI agents on the plane… she thought, critically. Something about that seemed to alarm her. She was probably getting a bit carried away, but a startling thought ran through her mind. What if the plane had been sabotaged? Some sort of terrorist attack against the FBI Agents that sought to counter them, and to oppose their beliefs. She said nothing, though, deciding that her head had been hit harder than she had thought. It seemed like an eclectic group of people. And one of them she recognized from the bar a few days back. He had also been the one to get her unstuck. She owed Matt a lot; but all she did at that moment was toss him a small smile of gratitude.
Penelope listened intently to Tori’s explanation of what the little liquid did, all the while her face looking blank and expressionless. “Good God.” She murmured. “You’re like Reid. I thought nobody was like Reid.” She was somewhat shocked. Perhaps it was an unfair observation. This young woman seemed to at least have some social skills.
She flashed her eyes to Reid as he finally approached and exclaimed that he was not looking for any help on clotting his blood, simply cleaning the wound. Her statement, of course, had not been said in any hurtful way. She loved Spencer Reid, the nerdy little genius. She loved all of her team. They were her family.
“Hey, Boy Wonder,” she began, addressing him. “You’re a genius. How do we get off this island?” She hadn’t walked about the entire place, yet. There was no proof the land was surrounded by water. But Penelope was ready to bet all of their lives that they were in fact on some deserted, little-known island.
Not only would they have to get off…but they would need to transport all of the living passengers, and probably the deceased as well, back to shore. A boat seemed logical—but getting one to come find them way out here? Where was here?
They had been a good while from the Island still, hadn’t they? Or had Reid’s nervous prattles distracted her that much? And she was still immensely concerned for Krys. Was she hurt worse than Garcia had realized? All of these thoughts seemed to meld together into one giant whirl of chaos within her brain.
What a tip this had turned out to be. Stuck on some deserted island. It was almost like something off of cable. There were so many better things she could be doing in Honolulu. She wanted the beach; but not like this.
Would the team miss their check in and look for them? Morgan had said to call to let them know they got there okay. If she didn’t would he be worried? Or would he simply think she had forgotten, completely overtaken with Hawaii?
If this thought-pace kept up long, she would surely have a headache.
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