[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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[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