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Post by Kara Barnhill on Jul 7, 2009 15:30:35 GMT -5
Kara waited to hear what Reid replied with; as to the whereabouts of his firearm. “Messenger bag got it.” She repeated. She had seen him with the bag before, at her school lecture. She vaguely remembered what it looked like. Guess the knock to my head was a bit harder than I thought. The girl mused blandly. Normally she could remember details like that. Right now, though, they seemed to escape her altogether.
"If I would have to guess I would say it was on the left side a few meters back. 5 meters maybe."
Kara stared at him for a moment, though a smile stretched across her face and she stifled a laugh. He smiled, she presumed, to try and counteract the crazy brilliance he had just shown, but it just added to what seemed to be a Spencer Charm. It came off adorable. How many people could be that smart and make it come off in such a way, Kara didn’t know. But it was probably a small number. Most came out seeming like jerks. She smiled in return though, and finally regained enough control of herself to say, “Alright,” and then turned to head to the plane. Hopefully, the genius was right. Because then, this would be quick to find.
"I'll stay here while you go get his gun."
“I’ll be as quick as I can. Then we will need to find some more people who are well enough to go trekking through the woods.” And with that, Kara moved off.
She picked her way along the sand and wreckage, finally coming to the cabin of the plane. Quiet brown eyes surveyed the wreckage, and her feet continued taking delicate steps. “Four rows back…five meters away…” she murmured to herself as she continued to glide along. She halted approximately where Spencer Reid had predicted the landing of his bag, and did a slow circle looking for it.
She spotted it. So he wasn’t precisely right—it was in fact a foot and a half off—but Kara was impressed. She moved to the bag and quickly grasped it, throwing it over her shoulder, and checking the inside. There were some papers, a file or two, and a holster, with gun inside. She didn’t know what the papers were, but she figured they were important, so she took with herself the whole bag to return it to it’s proper owner, though quickly put the gun on her hip. That hadn’t taken too terribly long.
As she approached, Tori came and greeted her, inquiring to the success of her mission to seek the gun. “Got it,” she replied, motioning to the handgun on her hip. “Let me just give Doctor Reid his bag back, then we can head out.” She smiled.
It didn’t take the dancer too long to get back to the little group of people, or what was left of it. “I believe this belongs to you,” she said lightly as she set it down at Spencer’s feet. “And thanks again for letting me borrow your gun.” She added softly, and with loads of gratitude.
She paused a moment before turning. “Ready to get the rest of the people?” she asked Tori and Matt quietly. The sooner they scouted the area, the better. No telling how big the island was, or even if they would be back in time to travel by daylight.
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It was incredibly frustrating. With al of her fiddling, Garcia was getting nowhere. “Come on,” she pleaded once more, as she messed with a few knobs and buttons once again, to no avail. Frustrated, the woman dropped her hand back to her side. The pilot got a distress signal out before they crashed…but if she could get another one out, maybe they could track the location.
“This is what happens when things don’t run on Linux.” The woman muttered angrily. It wasn’t entirely relevant, but the blonde felt the animosity anyway. If it had been a computer, Penelope Garcia would have kicked the system to the curb. Sent out the distress call, surfed the net and read the latest installment of the new comic she was keeping up with---hundreds of times over.
She played around for a bit more, once even managing to get the damn thing to turn on, but it blipped out of power immediately. “Well, that’s it.” She exclaimed, standing and heading back out toward the beach. That was a waste of time. She could try helping somewhere else.
She approached the group, just as it seemed Kara, Tori and Matt were about to leave to go exploring. “The radio is dead.” She called from a few paces back. She closed the distance between them and looked down at Reid. “As far as I can tell, that radio ain’t gonna help with a thing. The crash damaged the connection—its not even getting power. But, I talked to the pilot, and he said he got a call out before the crash.”
She felt utterly useless. And kind of like a failure. That was not something Garcia took a liking to. She eyed the plane again. Maybe she’d head back and try again. “I can head back.” She finally murmured. As if her thoughts had told her to say it out loud. Yes, that would probably be the right place for her.
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Toriann Daire
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jul 8, 2009 8:28:49 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] Tori turned back to Kate after she got up just before she headed off, and managed a half smile at the brunette. "Life is your choice, no one can really do anything else about it. Just stick your heart out for your decision, as long as it's what you really want."
[/b][/i] She told the CT agent, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "Oh, and if you know nothing but work, you'd better figure out something soon." Tori joked, trying to get rid of how sappy she felt, "life's long enough to learn two professions."Worriedly, Tori gave a quick glance at Krys. She seemed really lonely somehow, like it was wrong to be on the island with everyone else. She watched as Krys murmured, and finally let out a soft laugh at Reids comment. "Did you know that the colors red and silver prompt the most shark attacks?" Krys had said. Tori stood still for moment. Her two-layered t-shirt now was red with a simple swirly silver design on top, the inner sleeves white. Red and silver? Sharks? Well... there was no occasion to go into the deeper water now, or anytime, was there? There better not be. She nodded to Kara, telling her she was ready to go. The girl began walking off at a really slow pace, her left hand on the strap of her bag and her right hand on its flap. Better get ready if anyone needed it badly.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 8, 2009 11:17:26 GMT -5
Kate drew a few circles in the sand as Tori talked. "Oh, and if you know nothing but work, you'd better figure out something soon, life's long enough to learn two professions." Kate didn't want to hear it. Yeah for everyone else they could have two lives. But not her. It would never happen. She wasn't ready to deal with that. She liked her life as it was. It didn't matter if everyone else was able to have a family and friends with a job. It didn't matter. She was her own person. It was sher chooses as Tori had said, and she plained of keeping it that way.
That's when she realized that she didn't need Matt's approval to go on the little trip. She was her own person, and Matt wasn't even her boss. There was no real reason that she couldn't go, other than her injuries, but those weren't that bad. Standing up she looked at Matt then started to follow Tori and Kara. There would be some sparks but once the group grew bigger she could place herself as far away from Matt as she could. Again when she stood she became light headed, this time she was better at not showing it. At the moment everyone was walking slow, waiting for the whole group to form, so at that moment Kate found it easy to follow. She knew that once they got going they would walk fast, making it harder for her to keep up, but by then she was hoping they would be on solid ground, not sand, and she would have better footing. Suddenly she wanted to ask the smart kid, Spencer she thought his name was, how long it took blood to "grow back".
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Reid ignored Krys' angst. he knew that it was just a "phase" and would pass it time, kind of time when three year olds bite. She would find that she was useful. After they got the fires going and night fell and everyone was happy that they had light and warmth they would all be glade for her. And better yet she wou,d realize that she was the one that had helped these people. No better cure than that.
Reid laughed slightly when she mentioned sharks. He smiled and went back to something he had told Garcia at the very beginning of the flight. "Did you know that 5 people die from a shark attack a week." He remembered how scared she had gotten over the stat. That fear seemed unreal now. What could be worse than being stranded on an island? Reid couldn't think of much. That's when he remembered how scared he had been scared of the plane going down. And it had. He couldn't quite piece together what that "meant". He was a man of science and reality not psychic kind of things.
"Yeah... I hadn't expected you to be on the flight." He answered trying to think back how long it had been since he last and first saw her. A good week maybe. He had an explanation for not calling, work, as always. He had been sent off to Florida that very day after Krys left and hadn't gotten back until yesterday. That was the job. But he didn't want to tell her that, afraid that she didn't have a reason for calling him. After all he was the one that had given her his card. Deciding it was time for a subject change he asked, "So what have you been up to?" Then he saw Garcia, coming back from not getting the radio to work. She wanted to go back. He looked at Krys and remembered that the two analysts had meet even before he meet her so he was sure Krys wouldn't mind her tagging around. "You could help me and Krys with the fires. We sure could need another genius on this task." He said looking at Krys with a wink. In fact they all were geniuses of their own field. Two computer and one... well everything.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 8, 2009 15:36:06 GMT -5
Matt could see Kara reapproach the group. That had been rather fast, had she been rushing herself? Not like it mattered. He already knew her to be a determined young woman. From what Matt could tell on their earlier meeting and by watching her the last few moments she was a bit of a perfectionist. It wasn't anything horribly annoying or even irksome, but it was something he picked up on. Kids could be cruel and he couldn't help but wonder in the back of his mind if she was picked on or even had many friends, even as a college student. He was brought out of these thoughts by another pain in his lower back.
He kept it at bay by rubbing it with a firmness, so to numb it out, glancing to the sand in a fleeting moment. He could easily pull himself together and put up with such stress, but could everyone else? Matthew didn't think he was 'better' than them at any means, and he knew Tori would be fine (she could decompartamentalize) but he didn't know any of these other people. And them, being from another team (BAU to be exact) was already an unfair strike against them in his book. He wasn't trying to be cruel or intentionally difficult, that's just how he was from experience.
“I believe this belongs to you,” she said lightly as she set it down at Spencer’s feet. “And thanks again for letting me borrow your gun.”
Krys had no idea who Kara was, though Matt seemed to. But Robin knew the FBI database like the back of her hand and this woman didn't look at all familiar, even if you factored in the crappy computer grain. Then why was she on the plane? She seemed to know Spencer... Oh. It clicked then and she found herself giving the young woman a weak smile before pretending to watch Matt.
That must be why Spencer never contacted her (she heard through the grapevine, mainly Garcia, that he had gotten her email). She didn't hold it against him, not really... She was pretty weird. And it had only been a week. If he was busy, he was busy. Certainly busy enough to lend out a deadly weapon. Once again, she wouldn't think of him negatively. Not his fault. If they ever got off of this island she'd restart the nonexistant timeline.
“Ready to get the rest of the people?”
"Whenever you are." Matt grunted, though not rudely, it was more a result of him cracking his own back with one last wince before he took a few stumbling steps toward Kara, keeping his distance from Kate. Closing his eyes for a moment he carefully straightened and much to his relief, for now his back didn't hurt. Reopening his eyes he was now readjusted and ready to go. Ready as he'd ever be anyways.
"We ought to get a move on before it gets dark." He suggested quietly. He wasn't sure how this 'explore group' would be 'run'. There wasn't really a boss and they all came from different backgrounds and had various stubborn personalities. But they couldn't each go off individually, someone had to take over. He didn't really want to be in charge himself, in the past he had been offered several superior positions but turned them down. He didn't need that guilt hanging over his head if god forbid something went wrong... Nor did he need all of that paperwork.
“As far as I can tell, that radio ain’t gonna help with a thing. The crash damaged the connection—its not even getting power. But, I talked to the pilot, and he said he got a call out before the crash.”
Krys looked back when Garcia reapproached and because of her words, her mind started working a million miles an hour. She was decent with technology and fancied herself an odd, pint sized MacGuyver. When you were 8 and hit for punishment and locked in a small room you had to find ways to entertain yourself, some of which included putting odds and ends together to make other things. But a radio? That seemed farfetched... Even so... But she kept quiet. No point in saying something about it unless she was sure.
"Five?" Krys looked up intrigued. This was a stat that she did not know. Then again it seemed that Spencer had a talent for finding odd little facts that she had never heard of (and wished that she had). She couldn't help but wonder if she surprised him once in a while. She hoped so, or else what was the point of this game? Unless he was humoring her.
"Yeah... I hadn't expected you to be on the flight."
"Yeah. The Bureau made me go... They also made me wear this disaster." She murmured with a sigh, gesturing down at the once cleanly outfit before looking back up with a squeamishly apologetic expression. The way he said those words caused her brow to furrow lightly. What did he mean? His tone was trailing, even quiet... It just felt awkward. Was he upset with her for some reason? Was he actually mad that she was here? Maybe even let down. Krys hated letting ANYONE down let alone someone she knew. Another twinge of guilt that was causing her to grow more uncomfortable than her bandaged shoulder.
"I've been busy... With work." She managed to cover up. And it was true, work had been busy, as always. But it wasn't like she was out on 'missions' like Kate and Matt. She was in her 'lair' and always by a phone. But calling for nonwork related things was never her 'thing'. And she was worried that Spencer didn't want to hear from her, thinking he had given her his number in a momentary lapse of judgement... Which was understandable. She just didn't want to punish him for his kind act by calling him when he didn't even want to hear from her. She was all too relieved when Penelope made her presence known.
"Yeah! You can help!" She encouraged rather quickly from how fast she turned around looking for an 'escape'. "But I don't think there's anything very 'genius' about picking up sticks." She teased with her quiet sarcastic voice, all in good fun, before attempting to step through the sand in a bit of an enthusiastic trudge.
She immediately headed toward the woods that bordered the beach, because where there were trees there'd be dry branches (especially just where the sand met the grass). The sun would have dried the branches which would make them burn more easily. Bending down and hopping occasionally she'd pick up branches, trying to keep herself busy and productive so she couldn't think about the diar conditions.
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Post by Kara Barnhill on Jul 8, 2009 16:31:59 GMT -5
Kara had missed the look Krys had given her by mere seconds. Instead, the brunette had turned all attentions to Matt and Tori, the three of them had work to be doing. For a moment, the young woman felt an overwhelming concern for Matt as he worked with his back. Still, he was an agent for Counter Terror. That meant, in Kara’s mind anyway, he was probably a bit stubborn about his health and readiness to the field. She would only ask him to sit out if it looked as if he couldn’t do it. And, at this point, he seemed quite able.
"We ought to get a move on before it gets dark."
Kara nodded to him and turned, with a new determination, toward the remaining passengers. “Then lets get going.” And with that, she started to move off. She had in mind to find a few more people, nobody should be scouting alone, and there was no telling how big this island actually was.
Tori seemed to already be heading off as well. It was, in Kara’s opinion, a complete blessing to have someone with her skills with them. There was no telling what they might come across.
The people that were all sitting about in the sand looked up as the three approached, anxiously wondering what they were doing. Kara halted for a minute in the middle of the group and looked to the other two agents before deciding that it looked as if she were the one who would be speaking.
She took a deep breath, and then smiled to calm them all down. “My name is Kara, and these are my friends Matt and Tori. They’re with the FBI.” She left off that she was still in training. They could make their own assumptions. “We’re organizing a group to scout the area.”
A wave of quiet murmurs set off through the crowd like wildfire. “We may find someone who can help us.” She explained above the talk. She gave a glance to both people with her. “We are asking for volunteers. Preferably those of you with some sort of defense training and are well enough to go trekking around the woods.”
She fell silent and looked around as a few people looked amongst themselves. One man stood up and moved to join them. He was armed, which took Kara aback a bit. “I’ll join.” He announced casually. “Rich, plane Marshal,” he introduced himself. Well, that made four of them. Kara offered a rather grateful smile before turning to see if any others stood.
Perhaps nobody felt well enough to go. That was something that all of them would have to deal with, then. Still, nobody should off on their own. That was dangerous. She looked to Matt and Tori for some help. Apparently, she wasn’t evoking enough authority to make more people volunteer.
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Garcia halted in her retreat as she was told she could help with the fires. She turned to look back at them. A genius? Really? “Reid, are you making a joke?” She inquired in disbelief. It was rare the man ever tried humor. When he did, Penelope was sad to say that it wasn’t all that funny. Still, he had just done two things that gave her an inkling that he was trying. Firstly, he had called her a genius. She was smart—a genius in the sense of computers. But that was hardly what they were dealing with here. Quite literally, they were all going to play with fire. Secondly, he seemed to imply that building a fire required genius. Which was almost funny. Her brother’s weren’t exactly genius’ and they had certainly done well in Tadpoles.
Krys, though, also extended the invitation, almost too eagerly. And it was then that Garcia seemed to use what few profiling skills she had. Something had upset her, concerning their little Spencer Reid. What, she was not quite sure. Hey, she wasn’t an expert like Hotch and the others. She simply was alright at reading people. “Yeah, alright. Lets go get the firewood,” she replied as Krys bounded and took off for the treeline. Odd.
She gave Spencer a quick glance before moving off after her. “Hey Krys,” Garcia called, once they had been stooping and gathering wood for a while. She looked to make sure Reid was not around—though, Garcia had a feeling that if he had been, he would not have been perceptive enough to pay attention to two women talking. “What’s up?” she asked innocently. She did want to know what had bothered her so much to be so into having her help out. It was not like she didn’t love the company, mind, but that it seemed it was sparked by something that might be better if she talked about it.
Though, by all means, the hacker understood privacy. If Krys wanted it, she would let it slide. She had an armful of wood and stood, waiting for the other analyst to finish gathering her own. They needed that firepit. Guess that’s what they were up to next.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 10, 2009 10:15:59 GMT -5
((ooc: Okay, so I knew that once again I am skipping Tori, but again it has been a few days, and I believe we need to get this going more. Sorry Tori.))
Kate walked a few meters behind the others, not caring if they knew she was there or not. She was going on this little trip if they wanted her their or not. She wasn't going to be forced to sit on the beach and build fires. No she needed the action. Just like her job. She had been shot several times and that hadn't slowed her down much, granted she was always forced to go to the hospital before being reassigned. But that didn't matter much. She still never waited the two days they tried to make her wait before going back on the job. So in a way this was the same, other than the fact she had been inches from death no more than an hour ago.
She stood back and watched as Kara tried to get some others to join them, but only one man stood up. Where were all the hot headed FBI boys that thought they could take on the world? Or was this convention more for the office goers, if that was the case she was glade they would miss it. Kate wasn't surprised when Kara's nice girl approach didn't work in getting anyone to go. Kate thought that she might be able to help get some people to join, in a way that would force Matt to keep his mouth shut. But at the moment she didn't have energy to flex her acting skills.
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Reid watched Krys and knew that something was up. Was she mad that he hadn't called her? Was he supposed to call her? He was pretty sure by giving her his card that meant call me. But then he was knew at this whole meeting new people things. Glaring at Garcia for a moment when she asked if he was actually making a joke. Why couldn't he actually do anything funny? He was trying to make make Krys feel better about herself, as well as make Garcia feel better that she couldn't get the radio to work, not that he thought that cheery woman really needed it.
Than in a second the happy mood Reid was able to put Krys in was gone. It all happened so fast that Reid just barely was able to see the look she gave Kara. did she not like Kara for some reason? When Garcia glared at him he knew that he had to have done something wrong, but he didn't know what. Not once did he think that Krys was jealous of Kara. Because there was no reason to be jealous he didn't think about it. He just figured it had to do with what had happened before, when she had to go off for a moment by herself. Maybe when she looked at Kara he had miss calculated and she had really been looking at Matt or Tori. Yet why would Garcia think that he had done something?
Seeing the two working on the edge of the forest Reid knew he wasn't welcome there. So he sat down on the ground and started to dig a pit. he made it really large, knowing that they would need a big fire to warm all the people, actually they would need several large fires, and if they wanted smoke signals for passing ships or planes it would also have to be quite big. In the back of him mind as he worked he could help but continue to wonder why Krys was mad at him. [/blockquote]
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 10, 2009 10:49:45 GMT -5
Matt stayed on Kara's left when she spoke to the little crowd that was forming and attempting to reassert themselves after the crash that had shaken them all. A plane marshall volunteered and maybe one or two others but that was it. Matt wasn't one for big search parties, he often found that large numbers complicated things, but Kara seemed a bit distraught (judging by her facial expression) so he felt the urge to at least attempt to help.
"Listen, the lady is asking ya'll for help the least some of you could do is get up on your feet." He announced stepping forward, despite his words his tone was actually relatively calm like he had done this before. "Chances are the longer you sit here the longer it'll take for us to get out of here so might as well get off your butts and get moving." He hated being so gruff, sounding like his highschool baseball or football coach but sometimes people needed a little push to get moving. People were lazy. Luckily Matt was not.
"Hey Krys!"
Krys didn't initially hear Penelope Garcia for she had now taken to humming the Gilligan's Island theme to herself as she picked up any branches and sticks that she could find. At least this was keeping her busy and occupied. When one was busy they couldn't think and Krys always found that to be a positive thing in her case. When Garcia finally came up beside her Krys went quiet but continued to gather branches.
“What’s up?”
"Nothing." Okay that was a lie, but to be honest Krys wasn't even sure what was up. She had expected that Spencer was just pitying her when he said to call, and really neither of them had done so, so there was really no reason for her to be upset or surprised and yet, a part of her was.
Taking another few steps she bent down to pick up a stick when she heard footsteps behind her. Penelope's of course as the woman seemed intrigued for whatever reason. Blinking Krys slowly moved to her feet, turning around to face the woman with a peculiar look. "Are you following me?" She asked carefully, though she already knew the answer. Truth be told if the roles had been reversed Krys would have done the same exact thing, following Garcia around like a little latchkey kid.
As she looked at the woman for another long few seconds she let out a heavy sigh, rolling right over. There was honor among fellow hackers, Krys knew that. "Are Spence and I friends?" The question was rather blunt and yet surprisingly innocent, like she didn't have any clue of the answer. It sounded like something a four year old might ask as opposed to a twenty something year old woman in the FBI.
"I mean, I thought we might be but I honestly don't know." She went on, stepping alongside the edge where the woods met the beach picking up a few more sticks so she at least didn't have to look at Penelope and feel weird for asking. "I don't really have a lot of friends, so I was just wondering how the whole process worked." She explained before tucking another branch under her right arm.
"There should be a memo that goes out about these kind of things." She sighed with a slight roll of her eyes before making her way toward the pit where Spencer was currently digging (of course expecting Penelope to follow). Her back to him she plopped the branches down before moving a few feet away and began to dig with her hands and even her elbows and feet.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jul 10, 2009 12:22:45 GMT -5
Garcia was at first ignored. Or perhaps Krys was just in her own little world. Either way, her presence was not acknowledged, and her question went evaded. The blonde could feel the lie. You didn’t have to be a profiler to read some people and some situations. However, if she didn’t wish to talk, she was going to allow her the privacy.
So, she continued collecting branches in silence. This silence, however, did not last too long, for shortly the young woman began to spout off two questions. The first was not the kind of question or acknowledgement that Garcia was searching for. The second was.
She did not offer an answer for the first. She was too taken aback by the second. “Friends?” She repeated softly. Was this what was bothering her? She tossed a look to Spencer, who was beginning the fire pit back on the sandy beach. She still couldn’t bring herself to speak. It was rare, perhaps, for Penelope Garcia to be stunned to silence. This, though, was one of the times where she had been.
"There should be a memo that goes out about these kind of things."
That sentence marked the end of Krys’ ramblings. “Listen,” Garcia started, letting her surprised countenance change to one of friendly comfort. “Reid wouldn’t care about those he wasn’t friends with.” It was perhaps a bit brash to say such things. Speaking for Reid in such a way! Still, the blonde knew that he had a heart of gold. He was just as insecure, perhaps, as Krys Robin was about the whole matter. Both of them wanted validation.
“And you have more friends than you think you do.” Penelope grinned. “I hope you count me. Trust me, cupcake. I count you. Haven’t you gotten my e-mails?” She asked lightly. She had sent out quite a few to the quirky brunette since she had met her at the coffee shop.
“But yes. An e-mail verification would make like easier. But then it wouldn’t be life.” It was supposed to be complicated and confusing. Krys began to move off to the fire pit to place down her collected wood, and Penelope followed.
She dropped it down next to Reid and gave him a comforting smile. This would smooth out nicely. Friendship had a way of working itself out. Things happened for a reason.
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Kara was still a bit desperate to get more people. She didn’t want anybody to be walking around on their own. It would be safer in pairs. Still, they a couple more now. She presumed it would be okay to just branch off into two or thee groups and call it a day. Nobody seemed intent on volunteering.
“Alright.” She finally sighed turning to the few people they had. “I don’t want anybody by themselves.” She began, for obvious reasons. She assumed she wouldn’t have to expound. There were two men who were standing with them now besides the Marshal, Matt, Tori, herself and…Kate? She tossed her a glance and took a breath before continuing. She was that intent on going, she would let her be in charge of herself.
She looked to the two new men and nodded to them. “You two can go with Rich here.” Rich didn’t look too keen on the idea of having to go with someone else, but he nodded and gave a grunt of consent.
“Matt, you want to take Kate?” She asked. She would have no trouble going with her herself. Still, Matt seemed to be the protective e type. She didn’t want him to worry about Kate the whole time if he were not with her. She would feel fine with any of them joining her, really. They just needed to move out.
“We’re gonna go get started.” Rich called as he began to move off toward the woods with his team. Kara looked up and before they had moved too far off said, “Stay together. Get back before dark if possible. If you need help fire a shot. It seems pretty quiet. We’ll all be able to hear if ones fired.” She had no idea if the leader had heard, but one of the other men nodded to show he had heard.
In truth, Kara was not sure if it would work. She wished she had flares or something. Still, they might not make it past the canopy of trees. So with that, she turned her attention back to Matt, Tori and Kate.
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jul 10, 2009 20:17:07 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] (OOC: Lol, no problem Reid. Just some stupid internet problems, so I can't be online as much... I should be the one apologizing. You can skip me a couple of times, I guess. I can keep up. Just not a few pages, kay?)
Tori turned around after Kara and Matt had caught up with her, and noticed that Kate had decided to follow after all. She shot her a smile, gesturing for her to come on. Decisions are not made by fate, but by choice. Tori smirked. Movies had some extraordinary lines to learn.
For the rest of it, she decided to let Kara talk to the people --she seemed good at it. Until of course, people seemed worried about joining. Maybe I should try and patch some of them up first... Tori thought. Quickly fishing out a bottle of something from her sling-bag and not knowing what it was, Tori bent down to a child who was grasping at his mother. Maybe she could talk to a few of them... The mother was desperately trying to calm him down, pushing aside her own troubles: a bleeding leg.
"Hi little guy, what's your name?" Tori asked, looking at the bottle in her hand to see which bottle she had withdrew; C17H19NO3·H2O. Oh, ok.
The crying child was hesitant, and looked up at his mother. She gave him a brief nod and smile, and the child wiped his eyes and replied. "D-Dylan..." The kid was at the most only seven, wearing a cute 'Mr. Noisy' t-shirt, jeans and mismatched socks.
She spoke to the mother, "Hi, I'm Toriann. Do you need anything, miss?" The lady shook her head, but pointed at her son. He had a twisted ankle. Tori tucked the morphine she had brought out and spooned out the nylon cloth. Wrapping some of it around his leg, after giving him the necessary dressing, of course, Tori noticed a man stand up to join them, introducing himself as Rich.
She gave him a smile, not bothering if he looked her way, and slowly crawled off to another person. It was a young man, grumbling to himself. "Hi, my name's Toriann Daire, and I'm with the FBI. Forensic anthropologist; and I was wondering if you needed any drugs? Are you hurt anywhere?" Tori felt slightly afraid of this man, with his harsh glare and intense muttering.
He looked up at her and stared at her blue bag. "I'm fine," he muttered, looking away, the glare still plastered on him. The person next to him gave him a sharp nudge, "Jimmy, quit it." This man was older, by a few years, and smiled apologetically to Tori. He stood up, looking at Kara, Matt and Kate. "Jeremiah Wizard, officer in Detroit," he said, volunteering himself.
Tori glanced at all the people. They seemed healthy enough for the time being. Maybe it would be better if she saved more of her medicine for later. She stood up, looking happily at her FBI friends, and Kara. "Alright, I'm ready to go," she announced.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 11, 2009 10:35:49 GMT -5
“Matt, you want to take Kate?” Kara asked. Kate didn't blame her for it. She wouldn't know that they two of them were in a bad place right now. Not that Kate really knew Matt would refuse, she was just hoping that he would so she wouldn't have to deal with all his worrying. She knew when what she was doing was to much. This was just going to be a nice walk through the forest. She didn't need him leaning over her the entire time making sure she was okay.
She didn't say anything, though. Just looked at him with a hard, angry face. One that was a million words between the two partners. It wasn't so much as an I'm angry at you. It was more like a I'm fine you can leave me alone. Or more the way Matt would take it, "P***-off" And Kate didn't care if that was what he got from it or not, as long as he left her alone for the time being. She knew that it was a bad idea to push him away so much when they were in danger like this, this was something she would never do while undercover. But for some reason she couldn't help but be angry at him now. It was her time to prove that she was just as song and under control as he was, and she made herself out to be. Then again this had nothing to do with proving herself to him, as she told Tori she had already done that. It was more about proving herself to her. For years she had put herself off as being strong and bad a** but yet she was never to sure of it herself.
"Why not have two groups. Richy's group of three." She pointed to the three men walking away and realized that with in their small group Matt was the only guy. She smiled at that. Maybe guys weren't really as brave as they made themselves out to be. "Then out group of four? If that's okay with you princess." She was referring to Kara, even though anyone with eyes could see that she was just as hard as the rest of them. Yet she was in a lovely torn dress (Kate had heard that that was all the rave now) which made her think of some fairy tale. She wondered who would be her prince by the end of it all.
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Reid watched as the two returned with wood and started to help him dig. He wondered if what ever they had been talking about was about Krys' sudden change in mood and whether or not they had talked through it. He sure hoped so because he didn't want there to be any tension between any of them while on this island. Reid had a bad feeling about this place. Something told him that they wouldn't be getting saved any time soon. he wished that he had been paying more attention during the plane ride, then he might know about where he was. There was math problems, like the one he had used to figure out were his bag had been, that he could use to figure out were the plan crashed. Then with the info he would know which way land was, where the most likely place a ship would come from, and most importantly, if they got the radio to work, which he was sure they would be able to do some time Garcia and maybe Krys just needed time to think about what they could do, he could give a pretty accurate location for the search crew. he figured that after they got a few large fires going than he would sit down and do some of the math in the sand, not that it would be that accurate.
Seeing that the pit was large enough for the fire he moved out and looked around to see the closest fire burning on the plane. He knew that it was a bad idea to send anyone near it so he stood, deciding he would take any of the injuries this could cause because it was his brilliant idea. "I'll get the fire, while you guys make the foundation for the flames." He said before grabbing a long thick stick from the pile they had collected and started to the burning plane. On the way a few women stopped him, "Are you making fire pits?" One asked. Reid nodded and offered, "You could go to the the woods and get some more wood for other pits to be built around the beach." The two seemed to like that idea and quickly raced off to the tree line.
Once Reid reached what was the burning engine he quickly stuck the branch into the flames. The heat coming off of it was so much, not adding the air temperature. Luckily the end caught flames in only a few moments, though Reid knew with no cloth along the tip it would go out fast. So he quickly started back to the fire pit where the two analysts where working. When he was almost there he stuck the flame in the air and started to fake run, trying to mock the lighting of the torch for the Olympics.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 11, 2009 11:23:01 GMT -5
“Matt, you want to take Kate?”
Matt was a very caring man and cared a great deal for his partner, but right now it took all of his might not to open up his mouth and say something short and snide that had the overall feeling of 'NO'. Kate was purposely being difficult, as she tended to be whether meaning to or not, and with the stress from the earlier plane crash it was doing a much better job of wearing down Matthew's nerves than usual. Already on three separate occasions today, spread over a small time frame, he felt like exploding which was rare for a man who was usually so calm and measured despite any circumstance. The back certainly wasn't helping his case either.
And so, instead of vocalizing a response he remained quiet, giving off only a mere grunt as he looked to the sand, digging his heels into the grain before pretending to spot something of interest over his shoulder, though he really was just watching the waves of the ocean.
Matthew's eyes momentarily drifted back to the crowd of injured passengers when he spotted Tori moving away from a little boy. Matt always had a soft spot for children, Jillian was pregnant when her husband murdered her and so, instead of being angry with Kate he decided to focus his energy on something more productive. He already knew the kid's name from listening in on Tori's conversation with the child.
"Hey there Dylan." He said quietly with a closed mouth smile (Matt rarely grinned). He went down on his knee to change the height difference, slowly so not to hurt his back. "How are you doing? Rough day huh?" Matt asked gently before reaching into his pocket and held out his badge which was in a nice leather case. "Can you hold onto this for me? You're in charge until we get back." The boy blinked for a moment before nodding emphatically and taking the badge. He would obviously protect it with his life.
Matt released the badge and gave an affirming nod. "You keep that safe, ya hear?" And now little Dylan had the badge. Hopefully it would provide a little bit of comfort. A major no-no but they were stuck on an island for god sakes and of what use would flashing your badge have? None.
Rising back onto his feet with a slight cringe from his back he looked back to Kara and his own 'party'. "Waiting on your lead." He offered with a bit of a nod, deliberately not even looking at Kate now. She wanted him to leave her alone? Well, then he would very well do that.
Krys dug with the occasional grunt when the sand didn't seem to agree with her body no matter what part she used to remove it. On her but she'd use both feet much like a plow trying to remove the most possible amount. She suddenly had a whole new respect for four years olds in sandboxes. It was tough work!
At Spencer's order she looked up though didn't speak. Then nodding she moved to grab the branches and sticks her and Penelope had collected. Forming a teepee of sorts with the larger ones she then put the smaller dry twigs and brush beneath it. Though she had never been in the girlscouts (and despite a progressive campaign to be in the boyscouts never got in either) she had read a few books during her 'easier' punishments when she was locked in a room and a camping manual had been one of them.
Once that was done she immediately returned to her own pit, repeating the same process. Two pits were better than one afterall. Had anyone ever said that or was that the heat getting to her? Looking up for a moment she spotted Reid running and couldn't help but stiffle a laugh. It took all of her power not to yell out RUN REID! RUN! but somehow she doubted that would be appropriate. Shaking her head she went back to her firepit prepping until someone dropped a bunch of branches at her side.
Her head jerked up just in time to see a rather handsome, though dirty man looking down at her. He was smiling but Krys had a rather dumbfounded look on her face to the point where her jaw hung open. "Hello." He greeted and Krys remained still. "Bit of a sidetrack huh?" Krys swallowed and made herself nod this time as the man chuckled and moved back to the forrest to collect more branches. She'd spend the next ten minutes trying to figure out a sexual inuendo for branch which really shouldn't be all that difficult.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jul 11, 2009 12:39:54 GMT -5
"Then out group of four? If that's okay with you princess."
Princess? Kara thought harshly. What on earth was she implying? Her face remained neutral, but her brown eyes had grown tight; as if the woman was fighting back a bit of a glare. Something about the term upset her somewhat. It seemed to be the impression people got of her often, though Kara hadn’t the slightest idea as to why. Whenever she mentioned being from Manhattan, it seemed to warrant just about the same reaction. Still, Kate had no clue she had been born and raised in the upper-class area. Had she done anything that would make her seem stuck up, or otherwise “better than thou”?
To Kara’s dismay, it appeared that no matter what she did with herself, she would have to fight the “rich girl” stigma. The fact she had been flying coach really didn’t seem to be working in her favor. “Yeah. Two groups sounds fine.” She offered finally, catching the last few seconds of Matt’s interaction with Dylan, a child who now seemed quite bright-eyed despite the day’s events.
That was enough to at least pull her away from her foul thoughts on her presentation, so she pulled Reid’s gun from it’s holster and looked to everybody in turn. Tori had said she was ready, and the way Kate and Matt looked just about screamed they were ready, too. “Let’s head out, then.” And with that, the four set out toward the tree-line. Inwardly, Kara hoped that there wasn’t too much excitement waiting for them in the forest. There had been plenty already.
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Garcia looked up as Reid excused himself to go get the fire from the plane. She wasn’t entirely sure as to why, but the blonde had at first thought they were going to be making the fire. Seeing Reid rub two sticks together until a spark started seemed amusing to the woman, but of course the genius had realized they could just harvest it from the wreckage.
She wasn’t about to let anybody know she had thought such things, though, and quickly set out to get more firewood. Upon returning she saw Reid, running as if mocking the Olympic torch. The blonde couldn’t help but smile, nor could she hold her tongue as Krys had.
“And today, representing America and all that it stands for: Dr. Spencer Reid.” She exclaimed, as if she were a television announcer as she dropped the branches into the pit and smiled. She turned to see if Krys had caught the display, and was about to make a comment when she saw Krys being preoccupied with someone else.
He was rather disheveled looking, though after the crash that was to be expected. Still, through the dirt, and the muss of hair, the guy’s features were rather handsome. The man moved off, and Garcia crossed to her and from behind and said, “Would you look at that? If there is one thing I love about the FBI, it’s that there is no shortage of hunkyness. No mater where you go.” She murmured softly.
She gave the girl a smile, and nudged her shoulder as if to congratulate her on catching his eye and then turned to find more wood, though now her mind had turned far from the island and their current situation, but rather to one specific agent back in Quantico. SSA Derek Morgan, the team’s own dose of manly goodness. She smiled slightly. She was actually rather glad he had refused to come to the conference, now. If he had gotten hurt, she never would have been able to forgive…herself? Him? She didn’t know. But There would have been foul feelings, for certain.
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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 12, 2009 6:57:28 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] Eagerly, Tori walked on into the forest, letting out a small giggle more than once. There were some really cute birds, and nice plants. But there was something about that forest... it was like... death. Something about the place just cried out, like a blood-soaked valley. Tori harshly threw these thoughts away, in fear of saying them out loud and worrying the others.
So instead, Tori gripped the GP 35 in her pocket, slipping her finger in place of the trigger, quietly drawing it out. She caught up with the others who were far in front of her.
Tori never really liked forests very much, despite having trees, which Tori loved to climb when she was younger. Wait. Am I reminiscing? Tori thought with slight panic. A percentage of psychological inference proved that you experience so-called flashbacks minutes or second before you die. Tori was flipping through her textbook again, landing on articles she really didn't need to see.
Crack. Tori flinched. "What was that?" she asked the others, keeping the fear from her voice. She stayed closer to her teammates, keeping her eyes open. It seemed unlikely that they were alone.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 12, 2009 19:44:12 GMT -5
Kate didn't care if Matt wanted it ignore her or not. It would make the trip easier on them both, in theory. One would think that in a situation like this the two would put their differences aside, and work together to get through everything. But they did the complete opposite. Instead they pushed each other away. Something Kate was used to. Ever since she was fourteen years old she had been on her own. Sure she had lived with her aunt and uncle, but they had stayed out of each other ways. They really didn't dislike each other, but they never liked each other. Meaning Kate basically lived on her own, at that point she had inherited her family's money so she had enough to live on her own. She really only just lived in the same house as her aunt. Even when she joined the FBI she had worked on her own. The reason she was pushing Matt away so much was because she knew that she was needy at that point. She had just almost died and was now in pain, and "needed" help getting around. But she couldn't have that, it was beyond her to need help. So she pushed the one person away that she knew would always try and help her, Matt. Even though it was a stupid idea that was bound to backfire at one point.
As the rest of the group started out, taking her suggestion, she followed. With every step she took the pounding pain in her head started to go away, but at the same time her energy was slowly being drained. Years of working with little sleep, ever since her early teens she hadn't gotten a good nights sleep, and her job as an undercover agent didn't always help with that, had trained her, however, to keep going with little energy or will. And that's just what she did. She placed herself last in line, being as far away from Matt as she could. Even after Tori got a late started she was able to get behind her. But even in the back she was able to keep pace with the rest of the group staying right behind Tori.
From this position Kate had a perfect view of the in front of her, even through the dense forest. Tori had her gun out, and seemed jumpy. When she exclaim, "What was that?" it only confirmed that. "Keep your shorts on." Kate said coldly, though she started to look around a bit more after that. There had been a sound, there was no doubt about that. Something was out there. Kate just figured it was a bird or some animal, though. Nothing big could live on an island like the one they were on. Not to mention the fact that they would most likely run at the sound of them coming. Never the less Kate thought it might be a good idea to ready herself a little more. Her gun was in its normal place in an ankle holster. From there she knew that she would never be able to get to it in time, though.
Stopping she bent down and pulled it out. Then standing back up, she stuffed it in the back of her pants. She was already a few feet behind now, but as she started to walk her head began to spine, placing her nearly two meters behind. Determined not to prove Matt wrong she quickly started forward, to occupied with not losing her footing on the thick undergrowth to think about the odd feeling that she was getting, the same one that Tori was feeling. Kate was actually really good at judging situations by feeling in her gut, she had to be or else she would get herself killed. Unfortunately, she didn't tune into her feeling today.
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Reid smiled inward when he saw both girls smile at his little joke. He knew that one of the most important things right now was to keep their spirits up. At one point they were going to realize that they were on a deserted island with no food or water. And nothing good could come from that moment. But as long as they keep in a good mood it was certain that they wouldn't go into shock or anything like that.
Reaching the fire pit Reid again dramatically placed the flame on the wood and dry grass at the base in a second the flames caught and in a few second there was a roaring fire. From behind him he heard a few soft cheers for the watching crowd, two of them small children. It broken Reid's heart that any child had to go through this. Then moved to the pit Krys was working on and using the last of the flame on the stick also lite that one. He knew that it was going to take a little to keep both fires going. Most importantly they needed to collect as much fire wood as the could before it got dark so they could keep the flames going all night. Looking around he saw a few people at the tree line doing just that. Looking at Krys and Garcia he said, "We need enough wood to keep both going all night." He didn't like the fact that it seemed at the moment he was the leader of the group on the beach.
Reid was the smartest guy there, and was probably the smartest bet for leader out of the few people that had actually decided to help. Looking around he noticed that there was at least twenty people around. Including the polite there was at least two people with serious enough injuries that they might not make it. Other than that there were a good number of people of minor wounds. And several dead. In that one look Reid saw a dozen of things that needed to be done, from taking care of the inquired to collecting food and looking through the plane for useful things, like first aid kits, and flare guns to moving or burying the dead. He knew that if he mentioned food people would start to panic and maybe think hat he thought rescue wasn't coming. One way or another they needed at least water.
"Hey, I was thinking about looking through the plane, for water and a first aid kit." He said mainly to Krys and Garcia, but anyone near them could have hear. "Maybe trying the radio again." He hated to have to open that door again. But in truth it was something that needed to be done. He was sure Garcia had had some time to think over what to do about it a little. Reid also hated that he was all work, sending people on jobs, it made him think of Hotch. But then in a situation like this you kind of had to get work done before play. It was life a death after all.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 12, 2009 21:18:22 GMT -5
"Don't mind her." Matt whispered to Kara as he edged by her, his focus straight ahead as they weaved throughout the woods. "She tends to be like that... Alot." Of course he was referring to Kate and all of her cold remarks and name calling which seemed to be far more abundant as of late. Usually Matthew could tolerate it but now she was aiming it at people on their team, the victims of the crash. This was no way to treat victims! Perhaps Kate should think on a career change if she was going to be this way... Then again she could probably get away with it in Undercover Missions.
Briefly Matt pondered handing in a letter of resignation from such missions but pushed the thought aside as he moved along to a goal uncertain. Tilting his upward in a moment of distraction he caught glimpse of a few birds 'cawing' and then flapping away. They were brightly colored and appeared exotic. But Matt wasn't a vet, zookeeper, or biologist, his knowledge of animals was limited but his common sense was spot on. Brightly colored birds were exotic. It was as simple as that.
He caught a giggle on Tori's behalf and turned his gaze back to her as he stepped over a few stones. He continued to move, though his brow was raised in intrigue. The squint was stranded and she still seemed eager and happy probably because there were so many specimens of wildlife abundant that she had never seen up close before. Thus was the thought process of a squint. Happy golucky no matter what. Occasionally Matt envied them.
He also caught glimpse of her removing her weapon. Who trusted a squint with a gun?! With widened eyes he bit his tongue and looked back forward. He wasn't sure he liked this idea not one bit. Then again his career was built on the entire idea of not liking things and he had to adapt.
"I need a beer." He murmured as he stood beside Kara, purposely keeping distance from Kate now. Of course the young woman next to him might find this humorous, given their prior meeting. Then again with the circumstances of their second meeting all sense of humor and any notion of laughter could be lost. Either way it didn't matter because the group heard a loud cracking noise.
Matt stilled, absolutely quiet like a deer. Naturally he was far more dangerous than a deer with his body strength and his gun at his waist, which he was silently reaching for without so much as a rustling sound. His dark eyes transfixed on the trees, awaiting any sign of movement. Instinctively he held out his right hand (he was left handed and needed it for his weapon) so to silence the group and hault them, thus keeping them from moving.
Of course Kate insisted on speaking and being sarcastic (bridging on rude once more) but Matt managed not to glare at her and instead kept his eyes focused on the dark trees ahead. But now Kate was 'fidgeting' moving her gun into her pants and it took all Matt had not to turn around and lecture her right then and there. Animal or not it was better safe than sorry and further sound and movement would provoke an attack much sooner than stillness. But Kate's next move was too much.
She was now walking to the front of the group! Matt actually turned his head now wanting nothing more than to swear. He was even turning red in the face absolutely disgusted with what was going on. That's it. Once they got off this island he was handing in his sheet for reassignment. There was no point in working with someone who didn't care to listen, who only worked for themselves (at least that's what it looked like to Matt). He cared a lot, but sometimes anger made your decisions more than a leveled head.Brown eyes followed the man as he moved toward the woods, stopping to assist the others that were now gathering branches and other items along the beach so to help. Krys actually looked dumbfounded. The expression on her face was as iff bigfoot wandered right out of the woods, did the shimmy up to her, and then planted a wet one on her face. No words came, nothing but slightly parted lips and a blank expression.“Would you look at that? If there is one thing I love about the FBI, it’s that there is no shortage of hunkyness. No mater where you go.” Though Penelope's words had been soft, Krys jumped a bit, startled from her thoughts. She looked behind her shoulder at the woman and then swallowing focused her attention back on working on the makeshift fire pit. "I don't know what any of that means." She murmured with a bit of a nervous shrug before getting up and moving to the other side of the pit, avoiding the topic more so than Garcia and luckily the woman continued to pry.
After a moment or two of fiddling with branches she couldn't help but nervously glance over her shoulder before looking back forward. Her hands still moved but nothing was really getting accomplished. She couldn't let the conversation die here, she actually was curious. No guys every spoke to her on their own free will. Heck, Spencer had because he had to 'save' her and after that they didn't even talk.. But this man had approached her...
Did that mean something? Krys really didn't know anything about boys or courtship. She had boyfriends in the past (like two) and even intercourse but it was all still foreign. Something in her very intelligent brain just never processed the information. "Is he um... One of yours?" Her voice came out a bit high pitched as she got the nerve to at least ask (though she tried to mask it as nonchalantly as possible).
Krys was nudged and looked down at the exact spot where Penelope had done so. She had been touched... Nudged rather, but in a rather friendly and even affectionate way. After a moment or two of taking it in she looked up and smiled, though it was a bit lopsided in her own goofiness. Penelope was her friend and it felt great to have one who wasn't Matt or anyone else in Counter Terror. They HAD to be her friends, they worked with her, but Penelope Garcia certainly didn't. This friendship was by choice and it's just how it ought to be.
"So that's a no then?" She teased lightly with a playful quirk of her brows right as Spencer Reid placed the flame on the branch concoction she had put together. Soon it was aflame and Krys watched the marvelous colors of yellow, orange, red, and purple dance into the sky, reaching as high as it could go. A few people clapped and Krys soon found herself beaming, and furthermore, returning to her old self as she went into mocking a scene from 'Cast Away'.
"We have made fire!" She bellowed, of course mocking the ever famous Tom Hanks as she stood and gestured to the fire. Some people actually started to laugh but Krys never stopped to take it in, though she would have liked to. Her drive always kept her going, at times she couldn't even stop, and for everyone else, though not necessarily herself, it was better that way. "We have made FIRE!" She announced again before running around the circular pit landing in the same exact place she had started. Not that it mattered.
"Highfive?" Krys glanced around for anyone who would reciprocate, holding her right hand up. She looked to Penelope now. "Highfive!" One of the small children laughed and clapped their hands as Krys did a bit of a silly victory dance. She did however promptly stop when she caught glimpse of the handsome man from earlier looking at her with a chuckle. Freezing she slowly, and bashfully, tucked her hands behind her back before looking away."Hey, I was thinking about looking through the plane, for water and a first aid kit." "I can help." Krys looked up eagerly, forgetting everything in that instant in her urge to help. She could easily find various odds and ends by digging, and who knows? Maybe she could MacGuyver it up and make a few things to get them the heck off the island! This was her being optimistic however. It'd be a stretch for anyone, let alone a tech wiz. She was young and that would either help her or hinder her in this venture.
Before anyone could make an argument for her to stay, and not wanting to feel more useless, she continued on. "The others can keep this going.. I can go and look." Moving to the side she lifted her messenger bag and slung it over her uninjured shoulder. It felt a bit odd because it normally was on the other side, but for now it'd have to do, despite the unbalancedness it contributed. "Give me an hour. Just an hour." Oh please, just that much.
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