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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 23, 2009 12:28:00 GMT -5
Kate wasn't paying much attention to what was going on around her any more. All she knew was that the others were talking and planing what to do. She didn't even realize how upset Kara was by her comment. She knew that it was not the time or place to be doing that, but she couldn't help it. She didn't know anything else to do. If she didn't call them names then she would be forced into facing her own emotions. It was like Krys' way or cooping was to rattle of random facts, Kate's was to be rude and distant from everyone.
When they started to walk Kate pushed herself off from the tree suppressing a wave a nausea. Then she stumbled into line close to the back. She didn't know where they were going; if they had decided to go to the beach or find Richy. She didn't care either way at the moment, not having the mind power to really comprehend that the only thing she wanted to do was go to the beach and lay down. At any point she was ready to fall to the ground and fall asleep, though something told her that it wasn't a good thing to sleep only a hour or so after having a near death experience.
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Reid hadn't been hugged much as a kid either. His mom having been in a delusional state most of his life. And his dad having run off. Along with his odd genius and awkward self he really never had much physical contact with people. Yet some how the hug with Krys was right. He knew that she needed some one to be there, and he was the only one that could be. Though she seemed a little unwilling to be touched he knew that it mad eher feel welcome and cared for. When she started to rattle off more facts he just ignored them, knowing that it was just her way of keeping bad thought out. In a way it was a good method. By doing it you forced yourself to think of other stuff, instead of the bad thought.
Aping seeing what Krys had collected Reid smiled and said, in a voice as little patronizing as he could make it said, "That's great. All those things will work perfectly." he smiled and looked at a few of the items a little closer then he added. "I know they had to have a large thing of water somewhere on the plane. We're going to need as much water as we can get." He said thinking about the statistic Krys had just said. Sure in normal cases people could go a week with out water, but there was always fractures that might make that time less, all of which he was starting to see in at least one of the people on the beach. intense heat, injury, hard work, ect. were just a few that would cause that 7 days to go down.
Slowly, as to make sure Krys was following, he started to the plane. Once inside he looked through much of the wreckage before he came across a first ad kit. Grabbing it he slipped it in his own messenger bag and continued to look.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 23, 2009 15:51:52 GMT -5
Matt could feel the tension in the air and a good bunch of it was coming surprisingly from Kara. Maybe he had her pegged all wrong. Maybe this was another Kate in the making. He also wasn't entirely sure if this was a good or bad thing. If factored in and controlled correctly it would be but other times it really just hindered any progress. Great... Now his back hurt again from just thinking.
Shaking his head, and trying to free himself of any unneccesary strain, he began to walk slightly behind Kara and to her right (he was left handed). Instinctively he had went into a 'v' formation, just out of habit, and one of the other men that had joined their party seemed to catch on and took the other side, while the other stood in the middle filling in the gap (all the while assisting Kate). But where was the squint?
Matt glanced over his shoulder to check on Tori, she hadn't spoken in a while and Matt felt responsible for her well being, just like with anyone else on his team. Krys. Oh god, Robin. She was going to kill him. But what did she want him to do? Send smoke signals?! They didn't teach you something like that in basic! They didn't even teach you something like that in the boyscouts!
"You alright back there Saunders?" Matt grunted, his concentration still forward as he trudged through the mess of the jungle. Pushing giant leaves aside, stepping over slippery rocks, and other less than desirable conditions. Never once did he look back to check on her, he trusted her voice. "Kate. I'm talking to you."
Weakly he gave a soft chuckle, trying, for some reason that he didn't understand, to lighten the mood. "Robin's gonna kill me you realize." He turned his head up to look at the sky, or at least what little bit that he could see through the overgrown foilage. It'd be getting dark soon, and it also looked like it might rain, which would make getting back even more difficult.
Despite having been seperated from the hug for a good five minutes she could still feel it on her body. She light squeeze, the warmth, the subtle sound of a thud when her head had been against his chest. That was a hug. That's what they were supposed to be! And she hadn't been pushed away and Spencer had chosen to do it. The very notion perplexed her. But was it done out of pity or something genuine?
Running her hands over her arms quickly she freed herself of any confusing thoughts and brought her mind to the task at hand. "I found a whole mini fridge filled with this stuff." Krys explained, in a squat initially as she pointed out each food item. Immediately she stood back up, a bit breathless from the rush of excitement. "I bet there's more somewhere on the plane." She nodded toward the crash site.
"Maybe the thing of water fell out with the rest of the debris. If the fridge did it's entirely possible that did too." She didn't outright say she would be sneaking back on it, or wandering, but tasks kept her busy and she needed to keep busy so she didn't have time to think. So if it meant not telling Spencer and sneaking off to do so, that's how it would be. Also, Spencer was scrawny, he'd probably break and burn far easier than she did.
Dragging a large piece of debris she poured all of the food and waterbottles she had collected under it, first to keep it hidden and secondly to keep it cool as possible. Now she had her 'empty' messenger bag (containing only her laptop) slung over her good shoulder and was hurriedly walking beside Spencer toward the plane. Well, maybe he was braver than she thought.
It seemed that Quantico's resident genius already had his own agenda so it made it quite easy for Krys to separate and began to head toward the back of the airplane (or what was left of it). She practically catapulted over seats to reach anything that she thought might be useful, no matter how miniscule. Minute by minute her bag was getting heavier. Purposely avoiding the bodies (still strapped in their seats) she'd reach into overhead compartments finding another empty bag she slung that over the same shoulder. Now she felt like an effing pack mule.
That's when she saw it. Prepackaged meals. Lots of them toppling out of an open compartment. They were probably for first class, but now, everyone was of the same class so Krys figured that they were fair game. "I am King of the crash site!" She declared loudly to no one in particular, scrambling onto her knees she began to shove them into her two bags rather hurriedly. In the scramble, and the addition of perspiration, she found herself feeling incredibly warm, so without thinking she pulled off her coat and was now in a tanktop.
While one shoulder was covered with Penelope's bandage anyone could now see the scars on her back and other shoulder. Obviously old and healed but they were numerous. Some were even over an inch long but Krys was far too busy in her work to realize it.
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Post by Kara Barnhill on Jul 23, 2009 23:01:39 GMT -5
The team seemed to walk in a general silence; the only sound was really coming from their footfalls and Matt as he tried to ease the tension that had built up. In truth, Kara was paying him no mind at all, and instead had retreated into herself. She needed to regain control--acting like a child was solving nothing. But what was there to do to calm her? She began running through her routine in her head, as she had on the plane earlier. Indeed, bits of it had been chased away by the crash, though with more concentration they began to fill her mind again.
Her steps instinctively became lighter, and her steps began to mimic those of a waltz. For when Kara heard music, even if it was only in her head, her steps altered to match its cadence. She was a dancer, for certain. The more she concentrated, the better she felt emotionally. It was a release of sorts, and she had been told many times to not lose that part of herself. It would be what kept her sane when she was actually working for the Bureau.
Her thoughts filled with numbers, though never exceeding eight. The rhythm of her own thoughts lulled her into even further peace. Though it saddened her a bit to feel that her legs were in pain. Probably from being pinned between the seats. However, the thought and recognition was fleeting and the young woman quickly forced them from her mind once more. She took a deep breath, finally releasing the remaining tension in her chest. Dancing was magical; no matter her mood, it set her right.
"We were around here," Jeremiah murmured with a broad motion of his arm. "When we heard the gunshots we took off. I coulda sworn he was right there."
"Hey, now. We'll find him," Kara said soothingly, offering a small smile. "Guess we should look over the immediate area." My, her mind was ever so much clearer. She should have broken into dance sooner. With such things announced, she moved off a bit, though not out of sight. Nobody was foolish enough, Kara was now certain, to venture too far on their own. They just needed a clean sweep, and a miracle. At least one of them had to have had survival training.
Though, it didn't seem it would be needed. She stopped dead in her tracks and just stared. She hadn't heard a gun fire from Jeremiah or the rest of them. Had she been too delirious with foul thoughts and feelings? "Y'all didn't shoot anything, did you?" She asked hesitantly, looking back with concerned brown eyes.
"No, you guys did." Jeremiah offered lightly, though was a bit uneasy as to why Kara looked so nervous.
Kara's eyes dropped back to the ground, then, and she squatted down. It was there. A bit of blood splatter. It almost blended in to the fallen leaves. It would have been easy to overlook. A miracle seemed to have happened. Or, perhaps it wasn't a miracle after all. She looked over, then, to see Rich. Though he was hardly in a state that she had desired to find him in. A single gunshot to the heart. Entry wound from the back, by the way he had fallen forward. "Damn."
She paled a bit and looked over nervously. "There wasn't anybody following you, either?"
"Not that I saw. Why? What's going on?" The other man demanded heatedly.
"Because I found Rich." Kara said solemnly, motioning over to the area before crossing over herself. "And someone had to shoot him. Bullet holes don't just appear."
The very thought made her a bit uneasy, and her eyes flew across the scenery once more. Trees were everywhere. Surely this island was not inhabited? So who the hell shot this guy? Was one of the two men there a killer? No, they worked for the FBI. But did that really mean anything?
She stood quickly; as if she felt exposed where she was, and as if she were being watched. And not by her team. "What now?" She asked meekly. She seemed a bit rooted where she was. Not that where she stood was any great safe-spot. Hell, Rich was dead at her feet. Which was not helping her keep calm. Still, she did well enough to hide it. For the most part.
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OOC: I will get to Garcia in the next post, she is just fiddling with the radio, and I am a bit short on time. =[ Sorry!
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 24, 2009 18:25:00 GMT -5
Kate walked against Chris not really paying much attention to anything at all. She stumbled over the roots and foliage under her feet making it hard for the man to keep her on her feet. Yet he did it. When Matt first spoke, Kate didn't hear him, she was still in a daze. The second time she did, though. That brought her back to reality. She wasn't to happy to find she was holding on to a man that she didn't even know, but she didn't have the energy to worry about that now. She could tell that Matt was trying to lighten the mood, how she knew that but barely knew she was walking was a mystery. Out of habit she couldn't help but try and pitch in. She really never cared about what others were like, if they were mad or upset, but she did knew that in situation like this, much like an undercover op. they had to be as clear minded as they could.
"Yeah, just peachy, Boss." She answered weakly. Then with a half smile she added, "So are we there yet? How much longer dad?" She knew that it would probably just annoy Matt even more, but she also knew that most people would think it was funny and that was all that matter at that point. When the group slowed to a stop and Kara told them to fan out Kate pushed herself away from Chris and leaned against a tree so he could go and help. She knew that she wasn't going to be any good at this point. Suddenly she was over whelmed with the feeling of guilt. She had told Matt that she wouldn't slow them down before, and look what she was doing, slowing them down. She decided, kind of stupidly, that instead of continue being a dead doll following them through the woods she was going to try and help as much as she could, or at least not be a burden, until she got to the beach, then she could fall to the ground.
She pushed herself off the tree, but wasn't any help in finding the missing man because her vision had gone blurry, some how she had failed to notice that earlier. When Kara said she had found Rich and he was dead, Kate walked over to where Kara was. Still in a haze she looked down and tried to piece things together. She wasn't a homicide detective, but she was really good at seeing things that most people would miss, at least if she was clear headed. At that point she could barely understand the bullet hole. After a moment she said, "It looks like a large caliber..." She looked up for Matt or one of the other FBI dudes to confirm what she had said. At that point Kate didn't realize that Richy being shot meant there was someone else on the island.
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Reid went through the plane as well. He found at least ten bottles of water, which actually wasn't that good since there was close to twenty people. He also found the private stash of drugs that the airline made the plane carry just in case someone got sick or hurt on the plane. And maybe even for if there was a plane crash, Reid wasn't really sure. All the stuff he set out side the plane, still afraid that at anytime it could blow up, even though it had been nearly an hour and most the fire on the aircraft had burnt out. Looking over Reid say that Krys seemed to be doing good in finding food so he started looking through suit cases for anything else they needed. In several minutes he had collected many blankets and pillows, most from the airline, a few guns that different police officers had put in there bags, as well as amo. After looking through the bags Reid placed them out side, so at one point people could go and clam their possessions. The guns Reid hid under the plane, to much fire power was always a bad thing, even when most the people were trained to use them.
Finding his work mainly done, at least for then, Reid decided to see what Krys had done. He walked through the plane, trying to ignore the dead bodies around him. The bodies really didn't have an effect on him, but death kind of did. He also felt sick when so many people died, it reminded him of a nightmare he had been having. Shacking that thought away he finally found Krys. At first he didn't notice anything in the dim light inside the plane. He did notice that she had taken off her sweat shirt though. "Hey, I'm just about done, what about you?" he asked getting closer to see what she had collected. That's when he saw them. His mind quickly put all the pieces of the puzzle together. The awkwardness, the distance, and the uncertainty. Every sign of abuse sitting right in front of him and he hadn't even realized. For a split second the surprise should on his face, then it quickly disappeared. He knew that she didn't want to talk about it, he knew no one in that situation wanted to talk about it. Yet he knew that he wasn't going to be able to keep his face neutral, he was going to do exactly what everyone else did when they found out, feel sorry and awkward. Why she didn't tell anyone in the first place. Reid hoped that he would be able to pull off not noticing.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 25, 2009 1:14:16 GMT -5
"So are we there yet? How much longer dad?"
"Don't call me that." He warned quietly, though he didn't turn to look at his partner as he moved. His remark had been kept simple yet she'd know, having known him for a while, that he wasn't kidding around. For some reason, even in jest, he didn't appreciate that title, let alone being mocked with it. "Keep looking."
He could feel the change of energy of the 'team' he was traveling with. The tension was thick, you couldn't cut through it with a dry remark or even a knife. It was terrible and it seemed like everyone's nerves were already wearing thin. Matt managed to hold on though, having been in more stressful situations than this involving New York City's skyline as opposed to a jungle. But was it really all that different? Both environments made you feel so very small no matter who you were.
His search of the area involved slow, measured steps. He didn't want to get too ahead of himself or the other people in his party. Every once in a while he'd look up to check on whoever was in the immediate area already taking a personal responsibility for them whether they liked it or not. Matthew was just a caring individual, despite his rough exterior, there would be no changing that part of him no matter what you tried. Dark eyes now followed the green grass and foilage in front of him, then he squinted against the distance. This wasn't looking good. Not good at all.
It was Kara's findings that haulted him and caused him to curse beneath his breath. Great, just great. Shaking his head he quickly ran his upper arm across his forehead, wiping away the sweat that was forming. "We need to get out of this jungle and back to the beach where it's clear. At least then we can see if someone's coming." He murmured though he doubted anyone would listen. Kate always debated him no matter the point, the men didn't know him, and Kara seemed to be shaping up to be quite a.. Well.. Kate 2.0. The odds were stacked against him really, no matter what he felt or knew.
"Hey, I'm just about done, what about you?"
One by one each food item was shoved into the bags. Krys was so caught up with her own good fortune and ability to help that she didn't even notice that some scars of hers were visible. And so, she kept right on moving like a machine. Grabbing everything like it was candy that had fallen from a pinata and if she didn't take it, other kids would. It was with that gusto that she continued to collect everything she possibly could, and with that same energy she rose to her feet when Spencer approached.
"If there's one thing I'm good at finding... It's food." She offered with a breathless, goofy smile. It lasted a few seconds as her shoulder rose and fell with their own excitement, which prooved to be short lived when she caught the look on Spencer's face.
At first she was confused, though her own face didn't show it. Instead the smile slowly began to fade until she was expressionless and then it warped into a frown. That's when she glanced down and caught that her sleeve had slipped down. Quickly, trembling hands moved to pull it back up, covering the few scars that had been revealed.
Looking back up at Spencer she somehow managed to recollect herself and plastered on another smile. Happy golucky, like nothing was wrong, though now it was clearly forced and tired. "Soccer injury. You know how it is." She lied with a weak smile. This too was short lived because the scars were clearly not from grass and terf. Schards of glass, a comb, belt straps, a few nails sticking out on a wooden board... But terf? No. Worse yet, Krys knew it had been a horrible lie but maybe Spencer was gullable, much like her, when it came to common sense.
Bending down she quickly picked up her coat and shoved it back on, even if it was too hot to be wearing it, it seemed like the safer bet. "Well... C'mon." Fixing the bags on her opposite shoulder she moved past Spencer, not having the heart to look at him. A part of her worried he knew exactly what they were... But how could he? Even if he did he wouldn't understand. He couldn't possibly... Could he?
Haulting, she suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt. Still not looking at him she took a slow inhaling breath. "Did you know the five great lakes spell out HOMES?" She waited a few seconds, waiting to see if he would follow.
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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 27, 2009 5:27:16 GMT -5
(OOC: I am SO SO SO sorry I haven't gotten in a post earlier!!! I'm a little hung up, coz like you guys, I have a life outside the internet. Again, I'm really sorry for not posting. I'll make it up to you guys somehow!)
All that Tori could do was sit and watch as Kara, Matt and the two men discussed the current situation, her head hung low. The tiger was still before her, lying still. Biting her lip. Tori slowly walked over to the tiger and stroked its head. And of course, she was wondering where Rich had gone off to, as well as the others were thinking. She was a little put off that she thought Rich was the redhead. Maybe he was the blonde? Tori shook her head in disgust at herself. She couldn't even remember names. Where was her heart at?
Her job. She'd been so hung up on her job, she never took feelings to heart anymore. It was quite a pity, but that's the way it is. As the crowd suggested to go and look for Rich, Tori got up from the dead tiger, sympathetic. "I'll come and get you later, okay?" She felt stupid for talking to a dead tiger, but she felt comforted somehow. For the most of the journey, Tori stayed quite, her thoughts rushing around her head uneasily. She was busy fiddling with memories and past experiences so much that she had almost missed the whole thing.
They found Rich. Tori's feet felt as if they were glued to the ground. Impossible to be moved, Tori remained her distance, staring at the man on the ground. It was one thing to get someone admitted into her lab, it was another to see one on the ground right in front of her. Certainly, it was an ordeal. She nodded to Kara, who seemed uneasy at the moment. "You okay?"
"We need to get out of this jungle and back to the beach where it's clear. At least then we can see if someone's coming." Lost in thought, Tori almost missed his statement. Agreeing completely, -for enough excitement had been found already- Tori shook her head violently at Kara, Kate and the two men.
"We definitely won't be able to help if we're dead as well, so I back Matt's idea. But of course, we need to take Rich along too. Who knows what could happen if we left him here." By that, of course, Tori meant that maybe another animal was out there, doing nothing but wait for a nice, easy prey.
But then of course, she remembered the tiger. Uneasily, Tori gulped and motioned for the others to agree with Matt's idea. "It's better if you guys go off now anyway." She turned on her hells and began walking back towards the place where they had found the tiger. Surely if she was going in alone, it would be dangerous. But she would feel comforted too, so she did it anyway. "Catch you guys later," Tori yelled, waving, sounding as casual as she could.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 27, 2009 10:28:49 GMT -5
((ooc: It's okay Tori, I understand. And since it's been a few days since Kara posted I'm going to post now.))Kate looked at the body, but yet no one seemed to be interested in on how he died. The just knew he was dead and that was that. She wanted to look over the body like an investigator, though she was far from one. She had been hoping that once Tori spoke up that she would aid her in her search, working with dead bodies all the time. Yet some how she seemed to be more shaken up by the tiger than anyone would have guessed. The happy go luckily girl seemed egre to get out of the jungle, to egre. She agreed with Matt that they had to get out of there and take the body with them, which of course was the right thing to do. Some how Kate wasn't to sure about doing that. If they walked on to the beach with a dead man then everyone was going to be panicked. Even the FBI guys would freak out. It wasn't a good idea. But Kate decided that for now she wouldn't mention it. Then when they got closer to the beach so would tell Matt her idea, and he would agree. After that she wasn't sure what to do.
But a flaw in her plan came out right away when Tori decided that they had taken to long to agree to her plan. Kate looked at the three strong men, and knew that they would have to carry Richy out of here, then there was Kara. She would be the ideal person to go after her, she knew how they got into the woods, and was clear minded, for the most part, and was all around better for the job. But Kate knew that something had to be done then, and if Kara wanted to follow both of them then she could. "I'll go stop her, make her wait for you guys." Kate said as she trotted off as fast as she could. "Tori? Hey Doc. wait up." She said as she got closer to the women. "You know it's not smart to run into a jungle with wild tiger alone don't you?" Her voice was filled with sarcasm.
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When Krys pulled her jacket back on Reid knew that she had realized she had made a mistake. he fixed his face and looked at the dozen of things of food that she had found, enough to feed the passengers that were left for at least a few days. Krys said that the scars were from soccer, and even Reid who knew nothing about sports and how dangerous they were knew that that was a lie. She wouldn't have covered them up so quickly if they were from playing, she would have just said that. Everything screamed abuse to Reid, luckily it was past abuse, no signs of lingering trauma. Some how the young analysis had forgotten, maybe she really didn't know in the first place, that she was talking to a profiler, someone how devoted his life was reading minds and noticing things like that. Yet he wasn't going to let her know that he knew, not right now. They were in enough trouble as it was. "I work with someone, JJ, who played soccer in college. I hear that she was really good." He said changing the subject, which actually worked very well.
Following Krys out off the plane he composed himself even more. Then he smiled at her fact. Every time she had done this he had ignored it and faced the problem. Yet this time he was going to have to play along, if he wanted to keep his cover. Only this small game showed him how much more guilty of the act she was, not that it was her problem at all. "Did you know that all the great lakes put together contain six quadrillion gallons of fresh water; one-fifth of the world's fresh surface water?" He smiled. Then he looked at the other people still working and get fire wood. "I found enough water for a while, but I'm after if we're here more than a day we're going to need more." He said slightly sad. Some how Reid was afraid that they wouldn't be saved tonight, maybe the next night, but he wasn't sure.
Reid looking of the the west, at the ocean, as the sun made it's way closer and closer to the horizon. It would only take a little under an hour for it to be dark. He looked back to the woods, hoping that Krys wouldn't notice and knew that they guys in it had to come out soon, or they would be lost in there with no light. Turning back to Krys he said, trying to keep her mind busy, "Did you know that spread evenly across the continental U.S., the Great Lakes would submerge the country under about 9.5 feet of water."
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Post by Kara Barnhill on Jul 27, 2009 10:48:36 GMT -5
As much as Matt assumed that Kara was like Kate, it was entirely untrue, for the moment the man had expressed the desire to leave she nodded. "Probably a good idea." She murmured. It was going to be around dusk by the time they got back to the camp, anyway. They couldn't do anything to help themselves out here past nightfall. It would be too hard to see and function. She dropped her gaze back to Rich, her eyes seemingly unable to tear themselves away. It was sickening to her. She had been able to ignore the dead of the aircraft, the dead that had been lying about the sand.
Everything had been so untimely. Had they survived a horrific crash, only to meet death at the end of a caliber? Her heart hammered. She faintly heard Tori agree that they should be off, and even began moving off without the rest of them. Instantly that snapped Kara back to a semi-mothering state and she stepped away from Rich's lifeless form and crossed after her, once more drawing her gun. Just in case.
Was it right to leave Rich there? Would she have wanted to be left behind like that? Quickly, the brunette shook her head free of the thoughts and called after the retreating anthropologist. "Tori, hey. We shouldn't be out here alone." She offered a smile, though it was small and reserved. She had a feeling that the others were going to be behind them, but at that moment she couldn't bring herself to turn around and check.
And without a second thought, she began to pick through the brush with Tori.
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Garcia had finally just about given up. It was ridiculous that these radios were supposed to help them at all. Truly, if it couldn't survive a crash, it was not all that good, was it? She growled something under her breath, along the lines of a challenge of sorts. "I am Penelope Garcia. I am a master of technology. You shall not win." It was this, and variants of this, that she had told the blasted piece of machinery over and over until she barely realized she was saying it at all. Or, that she was beginning to not believe it. But then...
She touched two wires together, and the machine whirred into life. Yes, yes! She thought happily, her face transforming into a the epitome of a glowing smile. Computer could not match Garcia. It never stood a chance. In fact, the blonde actually let out a little cry of triumph as she focused back on working the radio. It wasn't too complex looking. Not so many buttons it was going to take her forever to get a message out. The radio walkie was dangling at the side, so she grabbed it to look it over. By some grace of luck, it seemed unharmed.
Okay. She thought to herself. What do you say? She thought absently, holding the small black box in her hand. It was something that she had always seen dramatized. Putting out an SOS signal couldn't be that difficult, could it? Then the thought hit her she didn't know the frequency she needed to be on to reach Alpha Control, or whatever they called it. With a little grumble, she decided to just test it.
"This is Special Agent Penelope Garcia aboard the Delta Flight to Hawaii. Does anyone copy?"
An expanse of silence. She tried again.
"This is Special Agent Penelope Garcia aboard the Delta Flight to Hawaii. Does anyone copy?"
A little muffle of noise was heard in reply. "I copy. This is Alpha Control. We got a part of distress call earlier. Is everything okay? Do you read me?"
"Soft and muffled, but yes. I read you," Garcia replied back, and without much pause she started off again. "We crashed. We're on some deserted island. Or, we think its deserted, our scout team hasn't come back yet. Are you going to be able to help us?" She asked finally.
There was a silence in response. It seemed whatever quick fix she had done had canceled itself out. "Dammit. Dammit, dammit!!" She threw the walkie down and angrily looked over the machine once more. She could only pray that the message had been heard. That help was on the way.
But she couldn't guarantee it. She stormed out of the cockpit angry once more. Oh, there would be a round three. Not then, because she was far too upset to actually fix anything at that moment, but soon. For now? She would find Reid and Krys and tell them the good news.
To her surprise they were in the plane themselves. She didn't know if they had heard her earlier bout of swearing, but she explained quickly anyway. It was an important issue. "Got the radio working. For all of ten seconds. Got a signal out. Heard a response. But it cut out---I don't know if they heard our situation." She crossed her arms, in a rather perturbed manner, for Garcia hated to be bested by technology. "I will give it another go later." She added off-handedly.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 27, 2009 11:18:38 GMT -5
OOC: It's okay. It happens.))
"If we bring him back what will the other passengers think?" Matt spoke up with a frown actually questioning the notion of dragging Rich back. Matthew believed strongly in honoring his comrades but not at the expense of the innocent passengers on the beach. What would they think if they saw the group barely straggling along carrying a dead body of none other than the air marshall? It wasn't a good idea. Not good at all. The most Matt was willing to do, bad back and all, was carry him and then hide him in the brush near the beach that way the civilians could be spared.
But of course Kate and the squint had to be difficult! His entire team was the most subborn, pig headed... God he couldn't even finish that thought without turning red in the face. Did anyone ever look out for their team instead of their own interests? This was the new age that they were living in and Matt just could not bring himself to reform to it. It didn't feel right. It wasn't right. Let alone if they were doing it not only with wild animals around but a killer as well! Did they have no sense?!
"Now hold on one cotton picken' minute." He stepped forward while he was blatantly ignored as the girls began to trudge away. "Hold on! HOLD IT!" Ignored again and he was left with the two men and the body of Rich. His brow furrowed as if he was experiencing a serious headache and Matt nearly growled, cursing under his breath with a hiss. This was more frustration than it was wroth. If they ever got off this island Matt would arrive back with an increased blood pressure.
Bending down by the body of Rich he shook his head. "Women..."
"Soccer. Great sport." Krys echoed when Spencer revealed about JJ's soccer playing past. Krys had played before, she loved the sport, but never on an organized team. Her father would have never signed her up for anything way back when so she missed out on a lot of stuff which is probably why her socialization skills were so... Off. But still, she tried. One thing that could be said about Krys Robin was that she tried.
Reaching up she once again awkward adjusted the material that covered her back. He had seen. She knew he had and though she severely doubted it, she hoped that he actually believed her lame excuse about a sports injury. She had spent so much of her life covering it up, not talking about it (only Matt knew) and she felt like it was easier for everyone else that way. No one felt weird, no one felt obligated. It didn't matter what she personally needed what mattered was everyone else. It was always that way with her.
"Did you know that all the great lakes put together contain six quadrillion gallons of fresh water; one-fifth of the world's fresh surface water?"
Needless to say she was very relieved when Spencer jumped on the game train. Maybe he did buy it afterall. Either way she didn't feel nearly as nervous and was even distracted by the facts that he was spouting at her that she didn't know. "Whoah. One fifth? Most of them are in New York State!" She was born and raised in New York state. For some reason this little fact, though beyond her own control, made her feel proud.
Her eyes landed on Spencer's and for a moment she felt her smile drop right away. For a moment she actually felt pushed to tell him something, reveal something but no sooner than the "I w-" had left her lips she swallowed, clamming right up. No. No personal stuff allowed. She had very nearly broken her own rule. There'd be no more of that. No sir. Luckily, Penelope saved the day: Quite literally.
"Got the radio working. For all of ten seconds. Got a signal out. Heard a response. But it cut out---I don't know if they heard our situation."
"I can keep fiddling with it if you want." Krys offered, her attention immediately diverted toward Penelope so she wouldn't have to look at Spencer. She was greatful for this. She knew she wouldn't be able to fix it, or even get it working, not like Penelope had but at least Krys could be alone in the cockpit of the plane where she wouldn't feel embarassed, or weird, or awful... Alone was just fine.
Instantly she trudged past the two stepping over various bits of luggage handing the BAU workers her two bags (though it pained her to give them her messenger one). Her back to them she used her hands to brace herself on the seats to keep from falling as she walked. "I'll let you know if anything changes."
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 28, 2009 15:12:31 GMT -5
((ooc: So not to sound OCD or anything but i think we should get back to posting order, but if you really don't want to you don't have to... So I'm going to post then Tori can then Krys and Kara... then we're back in ordered. If you all want to, no problem it you don't. ))
Kate watched Tori move a head, and even though she heard Matt calling them she figured he knew she was just trying to get Tori to stop, after all she had yelled and told him that before going off. She knew it was a stupid idea to run off into the woods alone and that's why she couldn't let Tori do it. Kara, like she had expected, followed them leaving the boys by themselves. Kara passed Kate no problem, but Kate didn't care. Shouting a head she said, "We should stop and wait for the Boys." She was already out of breath. The darkness was starting to loom over the dense forest. Luckily the sun hadn't set yet. It would be a good idea to go as fast as they could, but leaving them to far behind wasn't the best idea.
Back with Matt Jerry and Chris looked at each other. Then they looked at Rich's dead boy. "We can't just leave him here, man." Chris said. "We should at least take him where we can get him back home to whatever family he gots." With that he walked over to the large man and lifted him over his shoulder. "Let's go get those girls now." He said, really wanting to say something else but knowing they were all friends at least of Matt's he didn't want to make him mad in anyway. So they started out, hoping to catch the three girls that had ran off. Kate had stopped walking, to tired dizzy yo focus on the path in front of them. She could only hope that the others listened to her.
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Reid Was glad the Krys seemed to go back to her normal self. He didn't want there to be any kind of confusion or hurtness out here. They all needed to be as clear minded as they could be. That's when Garcia came up saying that she had gotten a signal out. "That's great." He said joyfully. That meant,if anything, the radio could be fixed. And also that they knew something was wrong. Whether they could find them or not was another thing. Reid decided that he was going to set up one of the emergence beacons a few meters away from the camp fires so a fly over might see it, along with the light from the flames, and know that it was the fallen plane. That would have to wait till it got dark, however.
Krys ran off to try the radio again, leaving Gracia and Reid alone together. He looked at her from a moment departing whether to tell her about what he had seen or not. In the end he decided that it wasn't his place to say anything. After all she hadn't even meant to have him see the scars in the first place. Instead he smiled and said, "I'm going to pass the water out to everyone, want to help?" He moved away with out an answer and grabbed his messenger bag filled to the top with water, there was one more bag like it, and started to make his rounds hoping that Garcia would follow. She had always been there to make them feel better and he was hoping she would do the same now. Reid had been full of confidence before but now he was starting to run dry. [/blockquote]
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Toriann Daire
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Forensic Anthropologist
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jul 31, 2009 7:33:20 GMT -5
Tori reluctantly slowed down as she heard her name being called by several people.
"You know it's not smart to run into a jungle with wild tiger alone don't you?" Kate had warned her. "Tori, hey. We shouldn't be out here alone." Kara had advised. "Now hold on one cotton picken' minute." This last one that came from Matt made Tori smirk, but not exactly stop at all.
She was rather put off, and wasn't thinking straight. But being the rather stubborn person she is, she didn't take any notice of the two who were following her. "I need Rich for later, okay Matt? Make sure the other passengers don't see it too!" She yelled, quite far away by now. She glanced at Kara and Kate, somehow not managing to hold back a grateful smile.
"I need to run a couple of tests on the tiger. Seems to me like game meat." She told them, her eyes fixated in front of her. The tiger wasn't far away now. She could see it about a few meters away, lying still on the soil.
Running towards the feline, she scooped a few apparatuses from her well-known blue sling bag and leaned towards the tiger, spreading some olive oil around its temple. If anyone looked at what she was doing, they would probably think it was giving the tiger some 'respect'. But she wasn't. It was all just protocol.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Aug 7, 2009 15:56:12 GMT -5
Yeah. It was great if the signal was heard. Garcia forced a smile anyway, and nodded. "Yeah. I'll help with the water." It would be an activity to keep her busy, anyway. Though it did seem to not be enough of a distraction. Her mind was still whirring from everything. Would her thoughts ever slow down? The crash. The people. The dead. It seemed to close this time. There was no computer screen to keep her estranged from it all. It was right there. In her face.
She sighed and then moved off with the boy genius to begin to pass out water. But it was short lived, movement by the tree-line caught her attentions immediately. She tapped Spencer's shoulder and motioned with her head. "They're back."
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It had been a relatively short trek back. They must have looked something awful though; tramping through the forest wasn't glamourous. Though, Kara was hardly concerned with that. What was troubling her was the fact that people were going to be asking what had happened and what they had found. How many people could she hide it from? How many should she hide it from? Heck, they lived through a crash to be taken out by some killer?
How terribly unlucky. And how terribly frightening. Maybe it hadn't been some plane malfunction at all. Maybe this was some grand design to take down a plane for more targets. She took a sharp intake of breath as Kara noticed just how many eyes were on them. She gave a sideways glance to those around her and asked quietly, "Anybody here want to be a liaison?" She wasn't sure, being not actually FBI certified yet, that her stepping forward would be wise. Though, if she needed to, she certainly would.
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Penelope moved off from Spencer, having just finished handing out a water bottle to a mother and her daughter. She intercepted the crew halfway back to the camp. Something about them looked off. But more than that? She could have sworn they were one short. "What were those gunshots back there? Everyone okay?"
OOC: Sorry...short. =[ Ahhhh!
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Aug 8, 2009 15:00:39 GMT -5
((ooc: So as I'm reading this I am seeing that two different things are happening, Tori, with the tiger with Kara and the rest of them are walking onto the beach, so I'm going to try and account for time lost. And sorry but I might have to do a little god modding to get the job done.))
Kate followed Tori as she was still unresponsive to them. The heat of the day was getting lower and lower as the sun got closer to the horizon, not that they could see it's fall through the thick foliage. By now it was dusk, almost night fall. It wasn't until the tiger came into view that Kate realized Tori had lead them back the way they come. This saddened her a lot because all she wanted to do was get back to the beach and rest. It seemed Tori had a different idea. Kate fell to the ground next to a tree as the other woman started to do something to the large cat. Kate closed her eyes and let the world fall into a fuzzy haze. She could hear Matt grumbling at his displeasure. Kate wasn't asleep, just thinking, at one point her thoughts did turn to dream, though. It was about a day when she was thirty years old with her sisters Realin and Annalyn. Their parents where throwing a party in the large mansion. The boy that Kathlen liked, Billy, was there. She three girls were so embarrassed that they hid in the pantry. As they sat in the dark they laughed and gossiped until their mother found them and forced them back into the party hall.
Before Kate knew it She found herself being forced to her feet. Slowly she opened her eyes and found that Matt was helping her up. It was getting dark and cold now though Kate had no idea how much time had lapsed. The small group started through the forest, Kate being help up by Matt because she was even weaker and disoriented now. In fact she barely knew what was going on. Jerry and Chris carrying Rich together, with Tori and Kara in the front. Somewhere along the way near the beach they left Rich's body to be looked at later in time when there was more light. Then they found themselves back on the beach.
Kate looked past the group of twenty odd people that suddenly surrounded them asking all sorts of questions. All of which she didn't catch. Instead she looked at the water that could be seen just beyond the two fires that were no glowing brightly in the dimming light. It all seemed to surreal. Kate pushed off of Matt and fought her way through the crowd and found her next to one of the warming fire, suddenly having found that she was quiet cold now that the sun had gone down, or maybe it was injury on the back of her head that had stopped bleeding finally. Wrapping her hoody up she layed on the ground using it as a pillow, yet this time sleep did not come. So she listened to the crackling of the fire with the swushig of the waves, along with the murmurs of the group of survivors questioning the search party.
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Reid was handing out water, with Garcia when suddenly everything stopped. he looked over to see the small search party emerging from the tree line. Like everyone else he dropped what he was doing and went running to greet them. As he passed the opening to the plane he shouted, "Krys, their back!" Then he continued to the tree line. The first thing he noticed was that Matt and Kate were okay, though the women had become pale and looked worn out. He also noticed, like Garcia, that there were short one person. His heart pounded hard as he thought about the five gun shots they had heard before. What had happened. "Any one hurt?" Reid asked, and half watched as Kate walked off to the fire. Chris and Jerry looked like they had more blood on them when they left but really Reid couldn't be sure. None of them seemed hurt, at least not gun wound hurt. [/blockquote]
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Post by Krys Robin on Aug 8, 2009 17:09:16 GMT -5
Why did women always insist on being so difficult? Girls too? In particular Bureau women. They were so gosh darned stubborn that it was like trying to drag a mule, damn near impossible. As a farm grown boy that was the best comparison that Matt could come up with in his head as he grumbled something beneath his breath following the somewhat distant shouts of the determined females who were already quite a bit ahead, whether they intended to be so or not. That was another thing about women, like with Tess or even Krys, they were so darned impatient! Sometimes the old cliche 'slow and steady wins the race' was relative.
It was getting dark and Matt felt the air become cooler around him. The sun would be going down soon and they needed to get back to the beach and to the rest of the survivors. Pushing branches aside, large leaves, he swatted at a few bugs that found the skin on his arms and the back of his neck. Finally they reached the beach, the sand was soft even from under his shoes and he was relieved for it after a long day of trecking through hardened dirt.
Immediately they were surrounded by a large group of people, Matt still held Kate up though it was evident from the way he was peering through the crowd that he was looking for someone. Where was she? After all that happened he couldn't help but be concerned. It was his job to look out for her. He had made sure of that, it was right under his job description in his mind. But where was she? Suddenly he felt sick and for the first time he was relatively speechless and passive, allowing Kate to pull away from him.
"Matt!" Came Krys' cry of a voice as she stumbled right over her own two feet and landed on her hands and knees in the sand. She had practically hightailed it out of the plane compartment when Spencer announced that the group was back. Briskly she moved back onto her feet and raced toward the man practically crashing right into him, hugging him hard. It was apparent from the man's cringe that his back was now killing him, but still he didn't seem to have the heart to push her away.
Then without warning she pulled away and gave the startled man a shove. With angry eyes she glared at him. "Don't ever do that again! Don't!" Her glaring eyes moved to Kate. "Both of you." It was apparent from the strain in her voice and her eyes that she may have cried, but managed to hold it back. Instantly she returned to hugging Matt, her teammate, who awkwardly rested his hand unsurely on her back.
Matt swallowed, trying to find his voice though it was difficult to ignore the arms that didn't seem to wish to let go. Well, at least she was alright. His team was alright, that's all he wanted. "Kid, I told you we'd be back and we are. That's what I said isn't it?"
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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 Aug 10, 2009 9:22:54 GMT -5
Tori began a quick, simple autopsy on the tiger, inserting the needed aparatus into the tiger's liver, kidney and chest. She slowly drew out the needed bit of blood, pocketing it into her bag after she did so. She did a few more things like measure limb pressure and saliva contaminants. It took her about an hour to do so -she hadn't done many on animals. She patted the tiger's forehead one last time as she got up to leave, covering it with dried leaves for two purposes: so that no one would see it and to give it some dignity.
The anthropologist began walking back towards the open beach, the hard soil on her floor fading into cool, soft night sand. She found a spot near the thriving fire and sat down, her hands covering her mouth as she let out a rather stifled yawn. It was better to make sure no one saw it anyway. For all she knew, someone would ask her to stop working in the field that day or the next, or even worse, ask her to go to bed right at that moment, when all she needed to do was think.
Earlier on, Tori hadn't noticed that she had sat right beside non-other than Dylan, the little boy, as well as his mother. She felt sickened. There was a murderer out here, and this seven-year-old boy probably had his life risked. She gave him a smile, and the kid recognized her immediately. He pointed at Matt, flashing out the badge that the CT agent had given him earlier on.
"Hey there Dylan. You wanna give it back to him?" Tori asked the kid, gesturing towards Matt. Dylan gave a big toothy grin and nodded, getting up. Tori did so as well, just to give the mother -who was half asleep- a rest. It must be tired looking after a kid, especially after the day's happenings.
Walking towards Matt and Krys, the forensic girl and the little boy greeted the two agents with similar bunny-toothed smiles. "I-I still have this mister..." the little boy mumbled quietly, thrusting the badge in front of him with both hands, then skipped off back towards his mother, after saying a thank you to Matt.
Tori raised her eyebrows, smirking. "You seem to have a way with kids," she commented sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
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