[Isabel] Taking the air
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crossing_lostrpWho: Isabel
Where: Outside the medical facility
When: Early evening, day 21 (almost immediately after Back to the real world)
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete
Isabel burst into the fresh air outside the bunker and sighed with relief. She wasn't usually an outdoors person; the landscape around Roswell was pretty harsh and unforgiving, and she'd never got into the habit of really going out in it. Of course she'd spent a lot of time scrambling over rocks and through desert, but that had been out of necessity. This island was something quite different, something Isabel had yet to really appreciate, but no matter what the landscape was actually like it was much better than spending another minute in the bunker with that ridiculous Dr. McKay. Not even Nicholas had been that arrogant. After a moment's reflection, Isabel realised that she should be thankful that McKay wasn't an evil alien working for Kevar, the conqueror of her homeworld.
If homeworld it was. Earth had always been home. She'd never remembered much of her previous life, and what she'd been told of it by others she would rather have forgotten. But this place... it barely felt like Earth. She'd seen a lot of Earth over the last few years since leaving Roswell, but there was something very odd about this island. That might just be because of all the strange people who were stuck on it, and the Wraith attack, and...
Isabel sighed as she walked to the edge of the forest and leaned against a tree trunk in the shade just under the edge of the canopy. She didn't want to go too far in, as she'd heard some pretty scary tales from the other people about what they'd found amidst the trees. The night-time fight with the Wraith was quite enough for Isabel. She wondered where it had been that she'd killed that one Wraith. No hope of finding the spot; not that it would tell her anything useful. She remembered turning it to dust.
With a sigh, she turned her attention back to the bunker entrance. All was still and quiet - as quiet as a tropical island ever got, anyway. She could hear birds and the rustling of the trees, and the skittering of a few small things in the undergrowth. What was it about McKay? With any luck she wouldn't encounter him again for a while; at least not until she'd calmed down from his latest round of aggravation. Did he do it deliberately? Was he trying to drive her up the wall as a sort of punishment for what she'd done to Claire?
Almost on the heels of that question, she saw McKay emerge from the bunker and stride away, with the other man who'd been in the cafeteria with him. Neither of them saw her in her shadow, and she made no move to reveal herself. Just as well they were going somewhere, but even the sight of McKay's superior expression was enough to raise her irritation again. Not really knowing where they were going rankled more, although he'd said something about a place to hold prisoners. There was so much about this island she didn't know; twenty days most of the others had been here already, and so much had happened.
Against what they knew, what they had shared, she really was an outsider and a useless one at that. She kicked at a tree and managed to hurt the end of her foot.
"Dammit!" she exclaimed. "Can't I even take out my frustrations on a harmless tree now?"
She could, of course. She could blow the tree to splinters, and probably get a lot of those splinters stuck into her in the process. That wouldn't be a wise move.
OOC: This mentioned McKay and Methos heading off to the prison facility as they mentioned in Back To The Real World
Where: Outside the medical facility
When: Early evening, day 21 (almost immediately after Back to the real world)
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete
Isabel burst into the fresh air outside the bunker and sighed with relief. She wasn't usually an outdoors person; the landscape around Roswell was pretty harsh and unforgiving, and she'd never got into the habit of really going out in it. Of course she'd spent a lot of time scrambling over rocks and through desert, but that had been out of necessity. This island was something quite different, something Isabel had yet to really appreciate, but no matter what the landscape was actually like it was much better than spending another minute in the bunker with that ridiculous Dr. McKay. Not even Nicholas had been that arrogant. After a moment's reflection, Isabel realised that she should be thankful that McKay wasn't an evil alien working for Kevar, the conqueror of her homeworld.
If homeworld it was. Earth had always been home. She'd never remembered much of her previous life, and what she'd been told of it by others she would rather have forgotten. But this place... it barely felt like Earth. She'd seen a lot of Earth over the last few years since leaving Roswell, but there was something very odd about this island. That might just be because of all the strange people who were stuck on it, and the Wraith attack, and...
Isabel sighed as she walked to the edge of the forest and leaned against a tree trunk in the shade just under the edge of the canopy. She didn't want to go too far in, as she'd heard some pretty scary tales from the other people about what they'd found amidst the trees. The night-time fight with the Wraith was quite enough for Isabel. She wondered where it had been that she'd killed that one Wraith. No hope of finding the spot; not that it would tell her anything useful. She remembered turning it to dust.
With a sigh, she turned her attention back to the bunker entrance. All was still and quiet - as quiet as a tropical island ever got, anyway. She could hear birds and the rustling of the trees, and the skittering of a few small things in the undergrowth. What was it about McKay? With any luck she wouldn't encounter him again for a while; at least not until she'd calmed down from his latest round of aggravation. Did he do it deliberately? Was he trying to drive her up the wall as a sort of punishment for what she'd done to Claire?
Almost on the heels of that question, she saw McKay emerge from the bunker and stride away, with the other man who'd been in the cafeteria with him. Neither of them saw her in her shadow, and she made no move to reveal herself. Just as well they were going somewhere, but even the sight of McKay's superior expression was enough to raise her irritation again. Not really knowing where they were going rankled more, although he'd said something about a place to hold prisoners. There was so much about this island she didn't know; twenty days most of the others had been here already, and so much had happened.
Against what they knew, what they had shared, she really was an outsider and a useless one at that. She kicked at a tree and managed to hurt the end of her foot.
"Dammit!" she exclaimed. "Can't I even take out my frustrations on a harmless tree now?"
She could, of course. She could blow the tree to splinters, and probably get a lot of those splinters stuck into her in the process. That wouldn't be a wise move.
OOC: This mentioned McKay and Methos heading off to the prison facility as they mentioned in Back To The Real World
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Date: 2006-10-03 11:06 pm (UTC)She'd waited until Methos had left with McKay. Oh, she didn't think he'd try to be overprotective or any such nonsense. Not after their delicious sparring match... which was in need of repeating when she was more sure of her side. No, his doctoring thing might have spurred him to try to tell her to take it easy if only for the sake of anyone else within earshot.
For now she found a nearby tree and stretched her arms up, to grab onto the lowest limb. Cramping pain shot outward from the area where she had been shot in the side. But she had a feeling it was healed, and the muscles needed to get used to movement again, cope with any scar tissue.
She gripped the branch, despite the pain, and did a chin up. Two, three, four. Her fifth was very shaky, and she let go, landing on her better leg as she bend over, massaging her side.
She was wearing one of Rose's tee shirts, which was a bit big on her. Rose explained it had been nothing but bad luck for her, so maybe Ripley would do better with it. The patters covering the entire thing was the flag of Britin. Union Jack, was the name. Her new pair of pants had been one of the former jailers. Belted tightly at the waist, as he had less hips than she did, but the length was right, if a bit loose in the legs.
She inhaled again, gaining some of the breath the pain had stolen. Standing up a bit, she cocked her head to the side and looked in the direction Isabel sat.
"What? Not even a good morning?"
Ripley kept her limp to a minimum as she deliberately worked the injured leg.
"You're the newest alien addition, right? I'm Ripley." She eased herself down to sit beside the other woman. Oh goody. Getting back up from the ground would really work those painful areas.
[Isabel] You would be an alien too
Date: 2006-10-04 01:42 pm (UTC)And to be honest, after the Wraith, Ripley looked quite normal.
"Yes," Isabel said. "I'm Isabel. How are you feeling? You got shot the other day, didn't you?" She grimaced. "Sorry. That wasn't the most appropriate thing to say. I'm a bit frustrated at the moment. That Dr. McKay..." she trailed off and shook her head. "I didn't come out here to moan about him, even if I do keep going back to how unbelievably irritating he is. Surely there are enough people here that I can stay away from him for a while."
She scowled at a fruit of some sort hanging from a nearby tree. A moment later it exploded, showering the nearby trees with soft flesh.
"Perhaps I'm more than a little frustrated," Isabel commented, eyeing the debris.
[Ripley] Sort of, yeah.
Date: 2006-10-04 11:10 pm (UTC)Ripley went about her usual greeting ritual. She leaned over and sniffed Isobel's shoulder. Spicy, but a bit like sand, and sun. "Thank goodness. You don't smell like food. I was beginning to think all other aliens smelled edible."
Ripley reaced for a fallen branch. It was a little thicked than her thumb. She began shaving curls off with her claws, making one end into a point.
"Rodney's just Rodney. I don't think he means much by it. But then I learned socialization from scientists in a lab. He's a lot more sane, and one of the good guys. But he may be one of the few people here with less people skills than me. House beats him there hands down... and maybe Sawyer, but I think a lot of Sawyer's attitude comes out his ass. Rodney strikes me as more... distracted. Ego the size of the bunker, but then, I've seen the Doctor in full rant mode as well. Try not to get in a room with the two of them. You won't fit in along with their respective egos."
The soft scent of the newly revealed wood she was shaving was clean. She rather liked that smell. Fresh bared wood.
"I heard about you and Claire. I'm not gonna rub it into the ground. I'm sure you've been lectured, shunned, and threatened enough. These people are my family group now, and I'll protect them. That will include you, as long as you keep your head and don't threaten anyone without good reason. Claire's alright, and so is her baby. This might have been a diferent conversation if either of them were permanantly harmed. But they weren't. I can't forgive you, as that's for Claire to do or not. But I can try not to hold it against you. Besides your story, you were just through hell, and a shoot out with a bunch of stangers surrounding you. Jumpy and a bit paranoid is kinda understandable."
Ripley twirled her nice new steak. Maybe Faith would like it. Nah, too thin to be really useful to her. But it might help hold a snare trap.
"And evidently, a lack of physical activity triggers my mouth. Who'd have thunk it."
[Isabel] Family group. Yeah.
Date: 2006-10-05 07:47 am (UTC)Against Ripley's calm statement of the situation, Isabel's irritation with McKay began to fade. She'd not met Sawyer and barely been aware of the Doctor - what kind of name was that anyway? - but made a note to see about avoiding them if possible. Someone with an attitude problem that came out of his ass wasn't likely to be the sort of person she'd want to be around very much.
"Thank you," she said. "I'm not sure people quite know what to think about me after what happened with Claire. They don't understand what happened with Tess..." she shook her head. "But it was wrong. I don't know what Claire really thinks about it. That redhead keeps me away from her, but I suspect she's too busy worrying about the baby right now to worry about me. I'll stay away from them. No point needlessly upsetting her."
She didn't mention that the thought of dreamwalking Claire to reassure her had crossed her mind several times. It was a powerful temptation, but she resisted it. Her redhead had already made it very clear what he thought of intrusions into Claire's mind, and was a far more capable telepath than Isabel, even if his talents seemed to lie along a different direction.
[Ripley]
Date: 2006-10-05 10:39 pm (UTC)Ripley began to make another wooden peg. Snare traps were Hugh and Tommy's area of expertise. But they didn't look too hard. She'd certainly triggered enough of them in the first weeks to know how they worked from the wrong end.
"Of the admitted aliens around here, there's you, part of me, and the Doctor. I think his ego thing half comes from his considering humans a race of children just learning their potential. Although the silly little ape quips get old. He seems to think Rose is an exception. And if those two don't skip forward to the hot monkey sex, they might spontaniously combust. HE smells like honey, makes me crave baklava. Still he has better social skills than McKay, and can be a lot of fun to be around. Unless something better comes up, I plan on taking off with him, Rose and Jack Harkness when we can escape this rock. Traveling throgh space I'm used to. Traveling through time sounds interesting."
"Now Jack Harkness, he's human, but from five thousand years in the future. He's fairly open about that too, since The Doctor was sharing, he does too. If you haven't met him yet, he'll be the one trying to flirt your pants off, and make you feel special and complimented by it as well. Never had a guy kiss my hand before. So there's the openly alien and time traveler part of our group. Then there's George. She came out of the casket a week or so ago. She's a grim reaper. She helps the dead move on from this world. Talks to ghosts, and no, she's not a medium. She's way more than human, just.. not alien. Faith fights Vampires, and apparently Hugh, down at the beach, does on occasion. Ash kills zombies, and once traveled through time himself, and we've got a real 18th century pirate as well."
Ripley looked to see how Isobel was absorbing these revelations. "So see, you aren't alone in being unusual here. Or being open about it. Which is why not many even bothered to question your story much."
Ripley finished the second wooden spike and moved on to doing some stretches. SWhe really needed to move more. When she was active, she was pretty quiet. It must be boredom.
[Isabel]
Date: 2006-10-06 06:54 am (UTC)She sat in silence for a long moment, pondering Ripley's information about the others. Time travellers, aliens from highly advanced species, pirates... she'd met the pirate.
"I wonder if the Doctor knows my homeworld," she said. I wonder if I care to hear anything about it.
[Kenzaki] Fooood.
Date: 2006-10-09 07:51 pm (UTC)Kenzaki decided that it was time to take a break from cleaning out the facility and instead start food-gathering a bit - after all, Jauson-san needed him at the interrogations and he'd rather not spend more time there than he had to. He'd taked a spare cloth bag and started gathering what he'd been told was edible, then wandered back towards the facility.
He stopped as he saw Ripuri and the other woman. He couldn't remember her name. She'd done something to Cuaire-san, and he was inclined to distrust her, but Ripuri seemed to be trusting that, and she had good instincts. So he was willing to cut her some slack.
"Goodu moruningu," he said. "Ripuri, yuu okaii?" He looked at her in concern. She smiled and said something to him that he didn't quite catch, but he took her response as "I'm all right" or "I'll be all right", and turned to the other woman, digging a fruit out of his bag. "Puresu eatu."
At least his English was getting better.
[Ripley] Where's the Beef?
Date: 2006-10-10 12:05 am (UTC)Ripley tried to assure Kenzakai she she was doing well. What she really needed was to move around, Not enough to tear anything, but enough to loosen the muscles that had healed so rapidly they'd almost atrophied, a strange side effect. She grinned. She knew just how to work out those kinks. As soon as Methos... Adam came back from playing sidekick to McKay. Now there was an odd teaming.
She looked into Kenzakai's bag of foraging goods and mentally sighed. Fruits and veggies. She wanted a big cheeseburger. Or a rack or ribs... or some sushi. Snake was good too. She was a carnivore, damnit. She needed animal flesh.
"I'm gonna try to go for a little hunt." She managed to get to her feet, only a bit stiff. "I promise to take it easy." She patted Kenzakai's arm, not sure he understood the words, but hoping he got the intention.
"Let whoever's on monitor duty know, will you?" She asked Isabel this, as Unless it was Scott or Daniel Kenzakai would have a hard time passing the message along.
[Isabel] See ya
Date: 2006-10-12 04:14 pm (UTC)"Thank you," she said. The fruit was full and bright and felt deliciously ripe under her fingers. She had a sudden urge to bite into it, heedless of the juice which ran down her chin and dribbled onto her top. It was as delicious as it had promised to be, and Isabel realised as the flavour registered properly that she'd been hankering for some fresh fruit for a while now. Sailing around the Pacific had led her to be accustomed to it, but with the last voyage on the cargo ship being so long, the fresh fruit had all been eaten. DHARMA supplies had not compensated for its lack since.
Isabel caught the Japanese man's eye and giggled, knowing she must look a right state.
"I'm sorry," she said, wondering how much English he understood. "My name is Isabel." She held out a hand, sticky with fruit juice, for him to shake.
[Kenzaki] I think I understand.
Date: 2006-10-17 11:14 pm (UTC)Ripuri had some strange friends, himself among them. He figured it would be good if he could be polite towards them.
(OOC: Sorry, my muses took a vacation without telling me)
[Isabel]
Date: 2006-10-18 07:40 am (UTC)Still, at least he was trying to talk to her, and didn't seem to be interested in flirting. She gave him a smile and got to her feet.
"I think I'll go look around some more," she said. "It was good to meet you. And thank you again for the fruit."
EXIT ISABEL