Toriann Daire
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Forensic Anthropologist
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jun 30, 2009 8:17:01 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] “Good God. You’re like Reid. I thought nobody was like Reid.”
A small chime of laughter escaped Tori's lips as she heard Garcia's expression. She didn't know Reid that well, but it would be impossible for someone not to notice his way of speech.
As an answer to Matt's question, Tori smirked and passed him a tiny bottle not more than a hundred milliliters. "You're supposed to rub it on the place that hurts. This oil was prepared by frying ten cloves of garlic in 60 ml of oil in a frying pan. The oils which are used as rubefacients were mustard oil, sesame oil, and coconut oil."
It wasn't often she gave somebody her homemade cures, but if she was going to be stuck on an island, might as well tell them how to do it too. The thing was, this oil was also used to hydrate a bloodless body. Well, might as well not tell him that.
She opened her bag to see what she brought. After inspecting everything, she noticed she had at least half the things in her lab in the sling-bag. Talk about over-packing. she thought, laughing at herself. It wasn't unusual that she had brought part of home with her. Tori could barely survive now since there was no phone reception, so the portable lab had to do.
Tori flashed a smile at the new arrivals, a pretty young girl and a skinny young man. She recognized him as Reid, the person Garcia had recently compared her to. For a split moment, Tori observed him. I see no resemblance. she thought, imagining herself when she looked into the mirror. Reid was noticeably blonde, slim and seemed smart, the way he dressed. But then again, you know what they say about books and their covers.
Shrugging it away, she answered his question. "Hydrogen peroxide? Sadly, I don't think so. These things are supposed to be used on dead people, you know." she said, suddenly finding it horrible after it had flew out from her mouth. "I mean, like, so I can realign or reconstruct their-" she stopped herself immediately, so that she wouldn't make it worse. "I don't have hydrogen peroxide, but I do have biguanide polymer, if that's fine with you."
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 2, 2009 22:28:46 GMT -5
Kate pressed the cloth against her head for a while longer letting the stuff get in there good. Then when she thought that it was good and done she took to cloth, originally Matt's blazer, and retied it to her head, making sure there was still pressure. Even though the stuff was working she was still bleeding slightly. She only hoped that no one, especially not know it all Tori, noticed, for she was sure to know that something else was wrong with her. That being done she stood up and on shaky legs started to walk a slow circle around the group. It was hard work, but she was done letting Matt help her around.
When Tori gave Matt the stuff to put on his back she stopped walking for a second and looking at him sharply saying, "I'm not putting it on you." She didn't really think he would ask, but then with Krys off in the woods taking care of her problems, what ever they were, she was the only one he knew really well and he might not feel comfortable asking someone he didn't know to 'rub his back'. Kate felt kind of mean turning him down, but she was so over the whole touching people think.
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Reid Smiled at Kara before his attention was taken away by Garcia exclaiming that "She" was just like him. He looked over the girl for a moment and had to agree that she was very smart, but she seemed to be better at taking charge and talking to strangers. Something he would never get used to. He gave the two females a wry smile before saying a bit awkwardly, "Well, no I didn't know you worked with dead bodies..." After a short pause he added, "Are you an ME?" It was odd that he would ask, normally it wouldn't matter, but for some reason, maybe because she seemed as brainy as he was, she seemed easier to talk to. "Biguanide polymer will do just fine."
Looking at Garcia he thought over what she said. How were they going to get off this island. A thousand things slipped into his mind. Things he had learned in survival classes the Bureau forced you to take. Things he had read, see. Hundreds of stats filled his mind. But for once he didn't say any of them. Even Reid knew that there was a time for points statistics and a time to keep it simple. Taking a breath he said, "Well first thing we need to do is get the radio, maybe it wasn't broken in the crash and we can send out a distress signal... hopefully the pilot sent one out before we went down, but we need to be sure. It might be useful to find the pilot as well, see what went wrong, maybe he knows where we are." Reid paused a moment looking at around at the faces around him. "The next thing is to make sure the rescue can fin us. The easiest way to do so is with fire. Right now there are many fires burning in the wreckage, but that will go out, and can't be controlled. The easiest thing would be to make several large fire pits and transfer the fire from the plane to them. The next thing is to figure out where we are, and if we are alone. Chances are we are but again better safe than sorry." He tried to make a small laugh then, but was unable to.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 3, 2009 10:45:55 GMT -5
"You're supposed to rub it on the place that hurts. This oil was prepared by frying ten cloves of garlic in 60 ml of oil in a frying pan. The oils which are used as rubefacients were mustard oil, sesame oil, and coconut oil."
Kate had by now pulled away from his grasp and he had given up on arguing otherwise. "Right. Thanks." Matthew said rather slowly as he reached out and took the vial from the young woman. Homemade remedies. Matthew had figured that idea went out with the turn of the century, at least in the states, but apparently he had been wrong. But did Tori, a squint, carry these around everywhere?
True it was odd but Matthew couldn't help but be intrigued by it. Did she really tote around a little bag like a five year old playing dressup? Some days he wished he knew the innerworkings behind the mind of a squint, and despite being so damned awkward they are always so apt.
"I'm not putting it on you."
"I wasn't going to ask you to." He grunted in quick response, noticably not even facing the woman. He was kind of tired of her attitude in this high stress situation. It wasn't sarcastic so much as genuinely mean and Matthew wasn't blind, she was being kinder to people she didn't even know while treating him, her partner, like absolute trash. Right now he just wasn't in the mood for it.
Unfortunately this left him 'up the creek without a paddle' as he couldn't very well reach his back and being a shy man, about himself on the outside anyways, he couldn't very well boldly ask anyone. That wasn't his style. And so, for now, he'd sit down on the sand eying the little bottle in his hand occasionally tilting it to get a better idea of what made up the concoction (though he was no scientist by any means).
"The next thing is to figure out where we are, and if we are alone. Chances are we are but again better safe than sorry."
"Very Gilligans Island if you ask me." It was then that Krys Robin rejoined the group, having calmed herself down and was now in posession of her cheery attitude, no matter how fake it would end up being. Hands on her hips she gave a bit of a smile. "I get to be Gilligan." Of course Krys would want to be someone as goofy as Gilligan. Then again, his name was in the title.
"You can be the Skipper." She deducted with a nod toward Matt as though it was the most obvious decision in the world. That's when she saw a familiar face and her mouth dropped slightly and was accompanied by stunned eyes. "Doctor Spencer Reid. Future King of the Arcade..." Yeah, like that made any sense to anyone other than herself. But after uttering those words she was kicked back into drive. Of course Spencer was here, Penelope was, and they worked together didn't they?
"I read a boyscout manual once." She announced when the discussion came to the topic of fires. Krys often was beaten and then thrown into her room so she seeked solace in anything that she could find, and this included books that she hid up on her porch roof that she could climb onto. "I can make a pit.. I think." Looking down she adjusted the strap of her bag which by now she was clutching to.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jul 3, 2009 12:09:39 GMT -5
Garcia listened almost too intently to what Reid was saying. Maybe she was a bit panicked in her own right, and didn’t quite know what to do. The only thing constant was that Reid knew everything. So, as he began to spout off things to do, she looked as if she were a child.
The Radio? She thought, turning her attentions back to the plane. Well, she wasn’t crazy good at things that weren’t computers…but a plane was a partial computer, right? Maybe she could be the one to work with the radio. Still, she got a bit lost when Krys returned. Her relief that her cheery self was back was a bit overpowering to the rest of the situation. She might have knocked her head a bit, though.
Did she just say Reid was the future king of the arcade? Her confused looked stayed on her face, even as she turned to face the young genius. “I can take a look at the radio.” Finally she let her puzzled expression loose. “I can’t promise anything, mind you. I’m good at computers. Not so much the rest of technology. But I was never really good at the whole girl-scout thing.”
She offered a rather wry smile and looked back toward the plane. Well, best not to dawdle. If the plane blew up---Garcia could tell she was being a bit eccentric---she would not want the radio to go up with the flames. Eagerly, and with a sense of duty and purpose she rose to her feet.
Kara had melded into silence as she approached the group. For one, it was obvious she was the outsider. She was not an agent at all, and this entire group of citizens seemed to scream it. Perhaps it was due to the fact Doctor Reid and Matt were there, people she already knew to be members of the government agency. Still, she quietly crossed her arms and stayed silent.
Reid finished his assessment of what should be done next. Naturally, Kara wished to help; but she didn’t understand, or know, how this team operated. She didn’t want to go and volunteer to do something and be stepping all into someone else’s area of expertise.
One of the younger looking agents drew a parallel to Gilligan’s Island, and it amost made Kara smile. She had loved that show when she was younger. Still, this hardly seemed like something she should smile at. What with the plane still burning on the ground, and all of the people still shaken and hurt.
Finally she turned to Reid, and almost whispered, “I can try and organize a group to scout the island.” That was all she said, nothing too grand. She was certain she could have helped out around here, too; however, everything seemed to be in order amongst the team. The last thing she wanted to do was get on the nerves of a future director or teammate. She wanted a good rep coming into the Bureau.
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Toriann Daire
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Forensic Anthropologist
i'm a damsel. i'm in distress. i can handle it. keep moving junior.
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jul 4, 2009 7:26:18 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] Stranded on an island, no food, no water. And all Tori was doing was laughing. Kate's retort to Matt and the way he just sat gloomily someplace away made the anthropologist go into giggling fit. She felt stupid after this action, and tried to cover it up by clearing her throat and responding to Reid's question. "Myeh, I guess in my right mind I'd say close enough," she said clicking her tongue. "Or if I'd quote from myself I'd say Superhero Who's Stuck in a Room."
Tori flinched. She had always imagined being a superhero when she was younger, and now even when she was in her twenties she still had that fantasy, and made up for it by imagining her everyday work was another adventure. She sighed. Secret fantasies are never easy to keep. She gave her famous 'excuse-my-way-of-expression' smile to Reid and closed her sling bag. Maybe she would walk around and see if anyone else needed help.
Passing a glance through the other agents, Tori's eyes landed on the girl she had seen walking with Reid earlier. “I can try and organize a group to scout the island.” the girl said.
She headed closer toward the girl and kept a smile plastered on her face. "You're going around the island?" she said, keeping her enthusiasm, "can I tag along?" She could do with someone to talk to as she went around asking 'who's about to die?'.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 4, 2009 10:07:19 GMT -5
Kate watched Matt and suddenly felt sad for him. On any normal base she would have not cared that he was hurt by her words, just shrug it off as he shouldn't care what everyone thought of him. But on this island she knew he, as well as everyone else, was going through a lot. The way she was dealing with it was isolating herself and being sarcastic and cold, something she thought Matt would see and understand, they were partners after all. Instead he just sat there doing nothing with the cream, just waiting for someone to help him. Something Kate had rarely seen. It was normally others that needed his help. And how many time had that been her? Just now he had helped her back to life and kept her there while hurting his hurt back. And Kate was to self-centered to help him.
Sighing she made her way over to him. "Here, let me help you." She said a bit of coldness in her voice trying to cover the kindness of her action. She grabbed the bottle out of his hands before he could protest, knowing that he would. Sitting down behind him she asked in a sheepish voice. "Where does it hurt?" If he could have seen her hands they were shaking around the bottle, and for once it wasn't from withdraw. It was because she wasn't sure if she could lift up his shirt and rub her hands on his back. That was far to intent in her mind, even though it was.
Looking over at the smart long haired guy Kate thought about what he was saying. She looked at the people that had decided what they were going to do and she thought of what she could do. She would have liked most of all to go along with the search party into the woods, but she wasn't sure in her condition she would be able to. Or if Matt would allow her to. But then he wasn't in that good of a shape either so if he offered to go she could stone wall him as well. Deciding that she would never know what the others thought with out her voicing her opinion she said. "I can go with them around the island..." Now all she had to do was wait to be told what to do.
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Reid half smiled at Tori. It wasn't that uncommon to think of yourself as a superhero in this job. More than any one else they were the heroes. They saved lived with skills that not everyone had. That's what a superhero was, wasn't it. Granted Reid had never read any of those books or seen any of the movies, in his youth but it was a basic concept was it not?
Looking back around at the group Kara asked if she could organize a search party. "Sure, of course." He answered her feeling weird giving the orders. As it seemed to have turned out he was the leader of the little group, while he could see at least two people that would be far better at the job than he was. But right now he was the guy with all the answers, so he guessed that made him the leader, a position he was going to try and pawn off on someone else, maybe Matt, as soon as everyone stopped listening to him. So with that Kara was going to lead the search party, Tori wanted to go along, which she thankfully asked Kara if she could and not him, and Kate wanted to go with them (Which he was going to let Matt and Kara decide if she could). As Garcia was going to try and get the radio working and Krys was going to get the fires started.
The genius didn't know where he was going to go. He could be effective at all three tasks, not so much the walking through the forest one though, he had never been very smooth on nature hikes. He could help Garcia with the radio, though computers were one of his weak points, though he wasn't to bad with them. Or he could help Krys with the fires, having read the boyscout manual as well when he was a kid, though he never even came close to being one. "I can help where ever I am needed." Reid said feeling the responsibly of being leader wash away with that uncertain phrase.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 4, 2009 13:41:46 GMT -5
Matthew sat in the sand now, still holding the vial but not making any move to apply it or even to ask anyone to assist him. Instead he was immediately distracted by Torri laughing at him, which actually made his face turn a light shade of red (thankfully people could blame it on the hot island sun so he wouldn't have to explain himself). Was the squint really laughing at him? Suddenly he felt incredibly embarassed and looked down at his jean clad lap.
"Here, let me help you."
In hearing the sigh Matt lifted his head to look at his partner. Now what was she up to? He understood that she was currently trying to be helpful but why? Could Kate actually feel an emotion like pity, and even so, would Matt really want her to pity him? He could look out for himself, and others, this had been proven in his many years of life. Damn him and his short arm length. He really didn't have any choice. But either way it wasn't like Kate actually wanted to help him, she probably just felt obligated with all of these people watching.
Still, in quiet he watched her snatch the bottle out of his hands but didn't dare speak. Chances are if he spoke he would 'scare' her off. No sooner than he would open his mouth she would chuck the vial in his face and that wasn't something that he wished to deal with right now. And so he watched her carefully and quietly with his dark eyes.
"Where does it hurt?"
He'd try to help her. He knew that she was probably going against her every instinct to even talk to him without insulting him, so he'd be as accomodating as possible. His left hand moved as far as it could to his lower back. "Right here." He told her in his gruff voice.
He could tell she was hesitant, even unsure so he did his best to lift his shirt only as much as was needed to reveal his lower back. Even with the plane crash and all of the horror around them Matt was quite nervous about even lifting his shirt up in the back area this far, and was careful not to lift it anymore.
"I can go with them around the island..."
"Not a chance." Matt countered, climbing to his feet after a bit of a struggle whether Kate had chosen to apply the cream or not. "You're in no condition to go anywhere let alone through God knows what." In some ways it was like a father lecturing a child though their age difference actually wasn't even that bad. Matt just was very protective of his team, from his partners to the squints, everyone had a certain worth to them.
"Everyone be careful. Dad's mad." The Counter Terrorism Analyst announced with a slight roll of her eyes and her usual sarcastic drawl that she often held with Matt. Of course he immediately snapped his head around to look at her in warning, but she seemed less than phased, though she didn't make another comment about it. Everyone who knew Kate knew she would get her way because she was as stubborn as the rest of them. CT was filled with bullheaded people. No point in arguing. You might as well just go with the flow.
Krys was a little disappointed by her own ability to screw herself over by opening her big mouth. She wanted to look around the island, be involved in some way, figure out what the heck was going on but she had to announce that she dabbled in 'the scouts'. What a mistake that was. Now she'd be spending a good portion of the day digging holes by herself. Of course she'd need branches so that'd be an excuse to wander off, sure she'd be on her own, but at least she wouldn't be stuck in the same dismal location the entire time.
"Just call me Smokey the Effing Bear." The data analyst commented with a bit of a shrug, trying to pass it off that she was actually a-ok with this whole arrangement and the 'being stranded on an island' thing. And she pretty much suceeded too. The only positive about coming from a horrible home situation was that you learned to hide things and looking from the outside in no one would ever guess Krys had emotional baggage on her back just like Kate and Matt. And most of the time, Krys Robin preferred it that way. It's not like anyone would worry over her anyways, and she wouldn't want them to waste time doing so.
Her brown eyes moved toward Matt as she actually stepped into the middle of the group of people to help Kate back up, whether she accepted or not would be a different story. "You might as well let her go Grimaldi. You know if you leave her she'll just count to twenty and follow behind you anyways." She said with a bit of a sigh before dusting at her own pantlegs which were covered in sand and dirt.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jul 5, 2009 18:43:43 GMT -5
Garcia had managed to get away from the crowd quite easily, and was slowly picking her way back toward the radio in the front of the plane. She glanced around the area, trying to find a suit or uniform that implied pilot. If she could, her job would be a whole hell of a lot easier. “C’mon. C’mon.” She seemed to urge the person into being.
She did not see a pilot, or a co-pilot for that matter, but what the blonde found was a stewardess. “Hey,” she called to her, waving an arm momentarily to catch her attention. The brunette looked up and crossed, somewhat curious.
“Yes?” The woman asked, still holding the remainder of the her working voice in her tone. The cheery sound caught Garcia off guard a bit, but she quickly recovered.
“The Pilot. Have you seen him?” She asked. It seemed that the brunette was stunned by the question. It was as if she had forgotten about him completely. In truth, Penelope had even forgotten that the plane was being flown by someone until she was looking for him. And boy, if he could walk her through how to use the radio, that would be some giant twist of luck.
“No, actually.” The chipper voice was set back into one of slight panic. “Oh my God. Where is he?” The fright that shone in her eyes instantly made the analyst lift her hands.
“Hey, now. Don’t panic. I just need to use the radio on the plane.” Was there something more she could say? “I’m a Technical Analyst for the FBI. I just need to have someone show me the system.”
“I can do that,” the stewardess offered slowly. She had heard that there were agents on the plane. At that moment, she was thankful. That meant a quicker rescue.
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"Can I tag along?"
Kara smiled over to the young woman and nodded. “You sure can,” she replied. It seemed her search party was already plus one. She flashed her eyes to the one walking around, who seemed quite intent on joining herself. That didn’t quite sit right with Kara’s natural instinct to coddle and care for others. She was far too hurt to be walking through a tropical island like she was.
She moved to protest, but Matt protested first. He must have been some sort of authority figure, for another quick quip came from the young analyst. Did Matt plan on going to? That was probably not too horrible of a plan.
All at once, Kara felt completely ridiculous for not having her weapon on her. Her gun was safely locked up in her apartment at home. ”Oh, no. I won’t need that at the competition,” she had told herself while packing. Well she sure did. Who knew what was out there? There was bound to be some sort of natural predator out there somewhere.
She turned back to Tori and smiled once more, “Don’t suppose you have a gun on you?” She asked wryly. “I’m Kara by the way.” She offered, realizing she had no clue as to who most of these people were. Might as well let them know who she was.
She was ready to get searching. There was a Marshal on the flight somewhere. He would be armed. Probably a sound person to recruit for a search team. Or, at least in Kara’s opinion. It was also a good idea to go in twos. Just in case.
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Toriann Daire
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Forensic Anthropologist
i'm a damsel. i'm in distress. i can handle it. keep moving junior.
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jul 6, 2009 6:16:32 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] Tori's mouth twisted at their corners to return a tiny smile to Reid. She thought about being stuck here on the island and watched as Garcia walked over to the plane, about to do... whatever she was about to do. It seemed to Tori like everyone had their own profession. Sometimes it was nice like that, but it could sometimes get lonely too.
Tori sighed at herself. Why was she always drifting into thought ever since coming --rephrase that, crashing-- onto the island? It was like the island suddenly opened her eyes to what was happening. Heh. She thought, tres movie-like.
The anthropologist smiled as the girl permitted her to tag along. She introduced herself as Kara, after inquiring if Tori had a gun.
Letting out a chuckle, Tori replied, "We-ell, I'm a person who does not follow around in the field, and would have absolutely no use for a weapon. I'm pretty much as safe as possible in my lab, and I could easily obtain a gun from the outside rooms, which means I shouldn't have a gun on me."
So in short...."
[/i] she paused, reaching into her sling-bag again, "I do have one, actually." She showed Kara the pistol. "GP 35," she informed her. Realizing she had not made a proper introduction, Tori added, "Toriann, but only my mom calls me that. The world calls me Tori."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 6, 2009 11:26:25 GMT -5
((ooc: So my computer is acting weird and not letting me log on. Everyone sees me as logged in, but I'm not. So until I can figure out what's going on I decided that I was going to post like this.))
Kate tried not to look at the bare back in front of her. It was nice of him to lift his shirt for her, though. Instead she looked at the bottle and opened it. Once that was done she poured some of it into her hands making sure not to us to much knowing that someone else was sure to need it as well. Then she started to rub it on to Matt's back, trying to touch him as little as she had to. In truth it wasn't that bad but still some how to Kate it was. Then he jumped up before she had a chance to rub it all in. Frustrated that first he wouldn't let her go, and second that he wouldn't help himself, she stood at fast as she could. This of course caused he to become dizzy and almost fall over, but she quickly regained control. Glaring at Matt she tossed the bottle at him, missing him by a good foot.
"And you think your any better off to go, Boss?" She asked half in a shout. It much have seemed weird to the others that she was calling him Boss and yet defying his words. But in truth he wasn't her boss, they were partners. But the way that Kate saw it was that he had more experience on the job and in the world as a whole, and was a much better person then her, meaning he was higher up then her. The one word was a comment if you looked in the right place. It was actually Kate telling him that she thought he was better than her, which wasn't very hard. But of course she would never tell him that in actual words. "Your back hurts even if you haven't been in a plane crash, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about! Anyway, if your going than at least you will be there to watch me...." Her voice suddenly changed from angry to pleading, something that you rarely would ever hear. "Please, Matt, I wont slow you down. This is the only thing I can do."
She was looking at the ground now just waiting for his answer. His he denied her this time she would stop fighting it. There was no need to fight his will. Normal Kate listened to him, even if it was in a rain of sarcasm, she still listened most of the time. It wasn't worth it to try and argue with him. Thinking of one more thing, having come from the conversation around them she added, "I have a gun."
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Reid watched as Garcia walked away. Well she wasn't looking for any help. He watched the mean group argue over who was going, well at least the girl he knew as Kate, and his "boss" were fighting. Seeing as everyone was introducing themselves Reid decided that he might as well do the same, to the few that were listening at least, which only one didn't know who he was. "I'm Spencer Reid, by-the-way.' he said after Tori. Then he looked over at Krys. She looked lonely, suddenly. But it wasn't the obvious kind. It was something only the trained eye could catch, a same flutter in her stance and a dimness in her eyes.
Moving closer to her, figuring that Kara was okay now. "I can help you with the fires... I mean if you want me to..." He said trying not to sound to patronizing. He was sure that she could do the job by herself. But it might take a while with one person. So he might as well help, right. He had nothing else to do, and she really didn't want to go into the island. Who knew what was out there? For an instant he thought about giving his gun to Kara, but then he realized that they weren't all that safe on the beach, he might need it. Then he realized again that he was a terrible shot and would probably hit on of the passengers before a wild animal. Anyway there were a good twenty other cops around with guns. And if worse came to worse he could always snag one off a dead body. The thought made his stomach churn.
"Kara, You can have my gun. I don't need it on the beach." He said looking down to find he didn't have his messenger bag. Looking back at Kara he added. 'Only problem is it's still on the plane..."[/size]
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 6, 2009 15:03:19 GMT -5
Krys could only watch in quiet, which was strange for her, as everyone paired off with their respective missions. Everyone had a purpose, a useful skill that didn't involve hiding behind a computer screen. Even Penelope Garcia the legend had something to contribute which had her running off alone. Krys somehow doubted that having a highscore in Centipede or lightning fast thumbs would aid anyone, let alone in this current situation. Once again she had managed to fail without even meaning to. Then again was failing ever intentional?
She felt the sudden need to shove her hands into her pockets but could not because of the makeshift bandage on her shoulder and the fact that her new dress pants pockets were tight. This wasn't at all what she was used to and she silently cursed the Bureau for forcing her to wear them even if this was the first time where they had actually suceeded. Why couldn't anything ever be simple?
Now Tori had joined the little mission and Krys felt horribly pathetic. Tori was a woman who spent just as much time in a lab with only dead bodies to keep her company and even she seemed to be adding more to this group than the technical analyst. Quite forgotten, so she felt, she let out a quiet breath and looked to her feet for a moment waiting for this feeling of uselessness to pass. If it didn't and anyone asked she would slap on a happy face and pretend nothing was wrong. She was getting to be an expert at that.
"And you think your any better off to go, Boss?"
"Much better than you." Matthew frowned in return, watching as the bottle fell into the sand a good foot away. Did Kate honestly think she was well enough to leave the area let alone trollop around the woods? Was she really this thick headed that she had to debate everything?! What was he saying? Of course she was.
The fact that she was yelling at him in front of another team certainly wasn't helping him keep his own voice under control, though he was doing rather well despite the pain in his back. Must she insist on doing this NOW? Couldn't she ever just trust him? Her own partner. Hadn't he proven himself to her enough times?!
"Your back hurts even if you haven't been in a plane crash, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about! Anyway, if your going than at least you will be there to watch me...."
Great. Good going Kate. Announce to everyone in the Bureau that I have a back problem. Some partner... Some friend. Not at all. Matt gave and gave and gave and lately all Kate did was take and throw it back in his face. "I'm not a babysitter." This was his pride talking for the moment, but right now he wasn't exactly happy about her carelessly announcing to everyone on the island that he was basically too old and too much of a curmudgeon to do his job.
"Please, Matt, I wont slow you down. This is the only thing I can do."
A heavy sigh passed through his throat and he brought up his left hand to wipe at his brow. He couldn't even look at her. He said no, he should have said no and should stick to that but with that voice, he was a pushover. From any young woman, from any friend. If Kate knew how to manipulate she was pushing all of the right buttons, intentionally or not. He didn't want to say yes, but god help him, he couldn't say no any longer either.
"Squint." He called to Tori, rubbing the back of his neck with a grunt. "You talk to her." Yeah, woman to woman or something like that. That would help a situation be reached and he began to trudge a few inches away from the group, tending to his gun which had been holstered (as had some of the FBI member's upon boarding the flight).
"I'm Spencer Reid, by-the-way
"I'm a horses ass." Krys murmured, more so to herself. God! Even Kate was going. Her entire team was leaving her! Krys never felt more useless than she did now. On their missions she was in the lab. When they were out saving humanity, she was in her lab. She was always in her lab and now she was stuck alone in a metaphysical one!
Matthew looked up from his gun at this name. "Reid." He repeated aloud, though not necessarily loud as he studied the young man. Krys had mentioned making a friend but what were the odds of him being on the plane, let alone surviving, let alone a whole new landslide of factors?! What was the chances of any of this happening?!
Blinking this away he found his thoughts momentarily moving onto another topic. Matthew was never very trusting of other Bureau teams, he knew the kind of trash they tended to speak and he was a very 'family' oriented man. He couldn't help but be protective of his team members and was suspicious of this young man not because of any intentions but just because he was from Quantico.
His eyes then caught Kate. "No!" But of course she knew he'd roll over if she followed. Dark eyes then moved to Krys, clearing his throat gently. "Robin. Chin up." There was an odd softness to his voice, barely audible (if heard at all) before he looked back to his gun.
"Robin, chin up. Chin up." Krys murmured in a mocking voice under her breath before proceeding to pull at her shirt and pants, attempting to fix them but they were just as uncomfortable as ever. She wanted her jeans, she wanted her hoodie, she wanted to hide under her desk back at the lab. Safe in her lair. But no, she couldn't voice these things. She had to be cheery, funny, or else people would pester her and she didn't want them worried.
"I can help you with the fires... I mean if you want me to..."
Krys blinked, surprised by both the offer and who was saying it. Looking up she studied him, her voice soft so not to interupt the conversations around them (not to mention the usual tiff between Kate and Matt which she was long used to).
"Don't you want to go with the A-Team?" Krys couldn't help but ask, though sarcasm laced her gentle tone. With a bit of a sigh she turned her face back to watch the events unfold for a moment or two before looking back to the young genius. "They'll probably be more exciting." She offered with a soft, swallowed laugh as she looked down fixing the strap of her own messenger bag. She would have been lost without it and was so greatful to Garcia for finding it.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jul 6, 2009 22:19:42 GMT -5
As it turned out, the stewardess was of very little help to the computer genius in respects of finding the pilot. They had wandered around a good ten minutes. All the airline personnel seemed at a loss. ”Haven’t seen him since we crashed,” seemed to be the common answer. It was just about going to drive Garcia insane. Did anybody realize this guy was even missing?
Suddenly Garcia had a different idea, as her gaze had fallen back on the plane. “I think we missed the obvious here, cupcake.” She muttered before taking off toward the wreck. Still confused, the stewardess bolted after her. “He’s not with the passengers, right? And the front of the plane is in tact. Well…mostly.”
They had reached the doorway that led them to the control area for the plane. “He’s still in here.” She stopped short of opening the door, though. For suddenly the wave of sickness she felt when she was about to be faced with death caught her. Luckily, the stewardess pushed open the door instead.
Sure enough, the pilot was still in his seat. Though, much to Garcia’s pure elation, was merely injured. Through the door none would have heard his calls for help. He simply could not have moved on his own. The blonde was simply relieved at such a thing. “Captain,” the stewardess exclaimed rushing forward to help.
“Sir, my name is Penelope Garcia. I am a technical analyst with the FBI. I need to use the radio,” it seemed a bit cold for the situation—her warm heart almost ached at the very thought—though it was needed. The sooner they got help, the better. For everybody.
“Be my guest,” the man managed to gasp out between hisses of pain at being moved. “I got a distress call out before we landed. But I can’t get it to turn back on.”
Damn, Garcia thought, though offered a smile. “I will see what I can do, anyway.” She moved aside to let the stewardess lead the captain out, and then set herself to work. She simply stared at it for some moments, and then committed herself to fiddling.
A radio was far from a computer.
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“Nice to meet you, Tori.” Kara smiled over to the woman. She seemed like a right cheery sort, and certainly a person that would be superb to have on the island. If only to make you smile. Still, if she was an agent like the rest of the people around her, she was sure to be useful in the aspect of arms as well.
Though, as the brunette weaved through her story, Kara’s hopes seemed a bit dampened. Well, it had been a thought anyway. Couldn’t hurt to ask. Though, that meant only one of the people scouting was going to be armed. No good.
"I do have one, actually."
Kara almost sighed in relief, though managed to morph it into a laugh. While she was normally rather stringent with rules, some were just ridiculous. And when people bent those a bit for the better of others, the brunette was quite certain it was all well and good. Oh, she was ever so thankful that some people chose to ignore them. Like now.
“That’s a nice piece.” She offered giving a rather impressed nod and smile. Good. She could probably manage to scrape together a few more people from the well passengers. Preferably those with defense training. However, Kara knew she couldn’t be terribly picky. She just didn’t want anybody getting hurt.
"Kara, You can have my gun. I don't need it on the beach."
Kara was taken aback a bit by the offer, and her brown eyes flashed up to the genius, wide with her surprise and disbelief. It seemed almost crazy to think that someone whom she respected so much would offer her a chance to take—and possibly use—his gun.
Something about it made her feel a bit pleased, despite herself. He trusted her. Which was well, since someday she wished to work with him, and his team. “Thank you,” she murmured in response. It could, very well be a life-saver.
”Only problem is it's still on the plane..."
Kara faltered a moment. “On the plane.” She repeated, lancing back over to it. Guess she’d have to go find it. She looked to Tori and Matt for a moment, “Detour before we head off, then.” She said brightly and calmly before turning back to Spencer.
“Where was it?” she asked. That seemed the only logical answer. Though, Kara was quite aware that just because Reid had known where it was didn’t mean it was still going to be there.
She’d give a good look for it, though. If it wasn’t there, she would simply head out on her own without one. She doubted much trouble would come of it.
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Toriann Daire
Junior Member
Forensic Anthropologist
i'm a damsel. i'm in distress. i can handle it. keep moving junior.
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jul 7, 2009 8:34:56 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] A smirk played on Tori's face as Reid introduced himself, and watched, inwardly giggling, as he and Kate both offered Kara their gun. Quickly realizing hers was for keeps, she stuffed it back into her bag, praying there would be no occasion to use it.
"I'll stay here while you go get his gun," Tori stated to, not ready to go back into the plane. If there was a single dead body, Tori could just about cry right now. It wasn't often she was so fragile, but crashing onto a Gilligan's Island did things to you. She looked around at Matt and Kate.
Raising her eyebrows, Tori's fingers twitched. Squint? Well, it wasn't the first time. But saying it so loud and open was a bit different. She drew in a short breath as to stop herself from giving him a lecture. "Kate," she said, drawing in a breath. Now what? Was she supposed to reprimand someone who was more respectable and at a higher position at work? Oh boy.
Sitting back down on the sand, Tori patted the space next to her, offering Kate to sit down. Whether she did or didn't, Tori still wanted to get it over with. "You know, maybe sometimes you overwork yourself, and you could get hurt, especially with what you --and all of us-- have just been through," the anthropologist bit her lip. This was not going well. "I guess Matt just doesn't want to see you hurt." She added softly in a slightly teasing voice, making sure Kate was the only one to hear. But then again, it was a little loud.
"Not that you really need protection, but sometimes people ask you to do things because they care." The forensic let out a deep breath. Her talk sucked, but she was done with it. If Kate needed further provoking Matt had to do it. Talks just weren't Tori's thing.
She ran ahead, catching up with Kara. "So, got the gun?" she asked the young girl.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 7, 2009 10:12:24 GMT -5
Kate watched Matt and knew right away that what she had said was wrong. But she couldn't help it. It was true and he knew it. What if his back was worse than they all thought? He could get hurt. Yet he didn't care about that. All he cared about was making sure she wasn't hurt, which she could do just fine. She wanted to say a dozen things, but she couldn't find the will. She wanted to shout at him, and make him feel bad. Tell him all the things that she had been holding inside her. He thought she was a worthless piece of junk that hated him and wanted to kill herself, and that hurt her. In fact right now she was close to tears. She had always hated being yelled at, even though Matt's voice was pretty calm.
As he walked off and Tori came in to try and talk her out of it Kate felt useless. When Tori offered her a seat she took it and listened to what Tori had to say. Kate knew if she respond that Matt was sure to hear, or at least someone around them, but she couldn't keep quite. Whether Tori was still there to listen and offer her advice or not she started to talk. "I know nothing but work. I need to do something. If I stay here what good will I do? None. Unlike Krys I can't make fires, or any thing like that. I'm good at doing things up front. And if I can't do that then I have no meaning. I'm not hurt that bad. I'm retaining blood. I'll be all better in a few..." She paused looking down in the sand. "I know Matt cares, but he cares to much. I don't need him to babysit me. I never have. He just thinks that I do because I don't do the job his way. But if anything I've proven I don't need him. I don't need anyone to look after me."
She looked up at Matt then with sad eyes. It was taking all her strength not to cry. This was so not like her. But some how This crash was getting to her. It reminded her of the first major disaster she had been in, on 9/11. She wished so much to tell Matt about that, though she still thought he knew about her family dieing then, she knew he didn't know she was there. She wanted to tell him about how she ran down dozens of stairs with a broken ankle and several other injuries. That if she could do that then she could do this, but she just couldn't get the words out. She couldn't betray herself, even if it meant being stuck on the stupid beach.
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Reid watched as the drama unfolded out of the corner of his eye. It was amazing to him to think that Kate wanted to go so badly. Looked back to Kara he answered, "It's in a brown leather messenger bag... I was sitting close to the front of the plane in the forth row back." A few math equations flew through his head as he tried to measure where the resting place of the bag 'might' be now. "If I would have to guess I would say it was on the left side a few meters back. 5 meters maybe." He tried to smile, to cover up the total geekiness of that. But of course it just made him to innocent.
Looking at Krys Reid knew something was wrong. She was totally broken up about something. Maybe the fact that she wasn't going with the rest of her team. But than if she wanted to go she could have just said that. It was something Reid knew little, but yet a lot about. Little in the respect that he had never really been locked away from the action, but a lot because he was so young that people never thought he could really do things. Not that he was a thrill seeker or anything, but several times he had been discarded because of his age.
"More excitement?" Reid asked suddenly reliving what was wrong with her. He smiled and moved closer to his friend. "I deal with enough excitement. And I have to tell you it isn't always worth it." He thought about the countless times he had been held hostage the time he was abducted and when he tried to save a young boys life. All things that he had gotten through, yet nothing that he wished to ever relive. He was fine with staying somewhere safe and away from all that. "I would choose beach over dangerous jungle any day."
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 7, 2009 15:24:05 GMT -5
Matt's eyes momentarily drifted to the exchange between the young genius and Kara, watching it closely with a raised brow before he directed his attention back onto the sandy ground. No time to wonder about that little interaction until later. More important things at hand at the moment such as getting the explore party on its feet and eventually getting the hell off the island. How they were going to manage to do that he had absolutely no clue, but Matt was a 'fly by the seat of your pants' kind of guy so he didn't mind going with the flow if need be.
Pressing his large hands against the small of his back he caught glimpse of Tori gently pulling Kate aside. With a sigh he looked to the ground again with a heavy sort of look. Maybe the squint could talk some sense into his partner. Then again, it wasn't like anyone could really speak to Kate and be heard, especially when she had her mind and heart set on something. If she could only be so passionate about other things and people, then maybe there wouldn't be this wedge between them. Maybe they wouldn't argue like cats and dogs. Lately it felt like if they didn't have fights they wouldn't even speak, and that wasn't how to be, at least not for Matt. Maybe this was normal for Kate, but he had no clue.
Matt could not hear most of the conversation until Kate's final words broke through.
"I've proven I don't need him. I don't need anyone to look after me."
Matthew Grimaldi's eyes noticably darted up from the ground in silence. So she didn't need him? Didn't need her partner? The words stung and for a fleeting few seconds it actually showed in his eyes. Within seconds he recovered and cleared his throat, turning his back on the two as he rubbed his neck, awaiting for the explore party to ready. Fine, then damn it, he would try and treat her exactly how she seemed to wish to be treated. Though this would be very difficult for the agent as he was naturally a very caring man.
"We should get a move on." He offered in a low, soft, gruff voice to anyone who would listen. There was some weight to his tone which hinted that he was preoccupied, but he certainly wasn't going to discuss it with anyone.
"If I would have to guess I would say it was on the left side a few meters back. 5 meters maybe."
"Not only are you nearly King of the Arcade, but you're also the Human Calculator." Krys announced quietly with a bit of a smile. But her brown eyes quickly left him, out of nervousness of even being looked at for her awful joke, and now watched her own Counter Terror Team Members. The phrase: 'Trouble at home' came to mind. Why did Matt and Kate have to bicker so?! It was different than their relationship with herself, banter and bicker were two very different things.
"Kate, you alright?" Krys called out, knowing full well she'd be told to 'fuck off'. It was expected and usually it was fine. A little bit of a cringe as her shoulder hurt. Not something awful but from the sun she was beginning to perspire and the bandage would begin to slide off. But it wasn't like she could fix it now, let alone in broad daylight and the beaming sun where people would be able to see the scars and healing bruises on her back (she somehow doubted that they would ever go away). She could definitely pretend though.
With a frown she looked to the ground, biting down on her bottom lip. Everyone was so useful, without her computer she was nothing, and it wasn't like she could get internet service out here. She felt a bit like an empty shell, a worthless vessel that belonged in the trash heap. There would be no point in her going, she wouldn't slow them down but she wouldn't be able to offer any expertise, she couldn't bring anything to the team, and she had never fired a gun outside of an arcade.
"I deal with enough excitement. And I have to tell you it isn't always worth it."
Spencer had moved closer to her which caused her to once again look up. "Better than being completely useless." She murmured quietly, of course not entirely meaning it. That was a sentence her father would say, or rather yell, back a few years ago when he was completely wasted and horribly abusive. Luckily no one knew about that except maybe Matt and anyone who attempted to dig up her file. Even luckier that no one could even guess.
"I would choose beach over dangerous jungle any day."
Krys gave off a soft laugh, shaking her head as she pocketed her hands. Inhaling finally she found herself back on familiar terf and looked up semi brightly, though a part of her was still holding back. "Did you know that the colors red and silver prompt the most shark attacks?" There it was, their old game. Even on this strange island at least some things did not, and could not, change. Sometimes this random trivia even helped her to get her thoughts together, which she needed right about now.
Looking up now her smile was back in place, whether genuine or not really was up to debate, and she looked up at the tall young man. "Not exactly the circumstances I expected to see you again." She admitted with a bit of a laugh, of course just teasing. He had given her his card but she has never called (ironically she wasn't one for phones) and he hadn't tried to contact her (if he had a way to). So... This was as good as anything. "But I guess now we're the resident island scouts, huh?"
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