[Chloe] Jailhouse Blues
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crossing_lostrpWho: Chloe Sullivan
When: Evening, Day 28
Where: The Jail aka the Other Bunker
Invited: Faith, Locke, Daniel, Sam Tyler, et al
Status: Complete
Tropical islands sounded like a wonderful place to live, or at least to visit. And maybe they were, if you were on the beach or in a hotel with climate control. Or even a quaint thatch-roofed hut with a lazily turning ceiling fan and open windows. But in the jungle? In the rain? Not so much.
Within moments of leaving the shelter of the bunker, Chloe was soaked. The air was incredibly humid and uncomfortable. The rain was lukewarm and fell is steady sheets. The ground squelched with every step she took, sucking at her sneakers. Even when they reached the edge of the clearing and the shelter of the trees it didn't improve much.
The trees deflected most of the rain, reducing it to a thin drizzle and an occasional waterspout where it collected in the crook of a tree and poured to the ground. But the humidity was if anything even worse, and the air was utterly still. It felt thick, heavy and oppressive. (No wonder we took over the bunker,) Chloe thought miserably.
Her good mood in the cafeteria, buoyed by flirting with Faith, had evaporated. Even the sight of Faith walking ahead of her, equally soaked and with her shorts and tank top concealing absolutely nothing didn't help much. Chloe's journal made the beach sound much more inviting, though she supposed that it wasn't much better in a rainstorm like this.
Lost in her thoughts, Chloe almost stumbled into Faith when the slayer stopped abruptly. Glancing past her, Chloe saw Daniel standing with his fist upraised in an obvious signal of some sort. Beyond him Chloe saw only more jungle save for a hint of a structure mostly concealed by foliage. Daniel conversed quietly with Locke for a moment, throwing in a lot of gestures that seemed to mean something to him.
Locke skulked off to the right and disappeared. Daniel glanced back and beckoned Faith closer. She complied, Chloe following along. "You know where the rear exit is," Daniel said to Faith. It wasn't a question. Faith nodded. "Good. I want you to go around that way. As soon as John gets back, we'll go in the front."
"Can do," Faith said and slipped away to the left. Leaving Chloe with Daniel. Neither of them spoke for the several minutes that passed before John returned.
"No tracks," Locke said. "Any that were here have been eliminated by the rain."
Daniel nodded, looking not at all surprised by that.
"And the external cameras have been smashed," Locke added.
Again Daniel didn't look surprised. Chloe felt a nervous fluttering in her stomach. Clearly Daniel had suspected worse than she had. She'd hoped it was only the rain screwing up the electronics. But that was not the case.
The three of them crept closer to the bunker, close enough that Chloe caught a glimpse of the wrecked cameras over the door. She lurked behind a tree at Daniel's insistence while he and Locke moved up to either side of the door. They listened for a moment, then burst into the bunker in a coordinated effort, throwing the door wide. Chloe waited only a moment, then followed.
She stopped in the doorway, staring at the guard post. It had been thoroughly trashed. Everything breakable was destroyed, including the internal surveillance cameras. Papers had been scattered, torn and trampled. Muddy prints--shod as well as barefoot--covered the floors, along with spilled food, drink, and smashed and broken plates and glasses. A few dark smears that looked a lot like blood were visible here and there as well, on the walls mostly but also spattered on the floor.
Faith was standing at the far end of the narrow corridor visible through the open door separating the guardpost from the cells. More footprints were visible on the floor there. Faith looked annoyed, but not alarmed. Chloe moved up behind Daniel Jackson so she could see into a couple of the cells.
The prisoners were missing. And so were Veronica, Quentin and Aidan.
When: Evening, Day 28
Where: The Jail aka the Other Bunker
Invited: Faith, Locke, Daniel, Sam Tyler, et al
Status: Complete
Tropical islands sounded like a wonderful place to live, or at least to visit. And maybe they were, if you were on the beach or in a hotel with climate control. Or even a quaint thatch-roofed hut with a lazily turning ceiling fan and open windows. But in the jungle? In the rain? Not so much.
Within moments of leaving the shelter of the bunker, Chloe was soaked. The air was incredibly humid and uncomfortable. The rain was lukewarm and fell is steady sheets. The ground squelched with every step she took, sucking at her sneakers. Even when they reached the edge of the clearing and the shelter of the trees it didn't improve much.
The trees deflected most of the rain, reducing it to a thin drizzle and an occasional waterspout where it collected in the crook of a tree and poured to the ground. But the humidity was if anything even worse, and the air was utterly still. It felt thick, heavy and oppressive. (No wonder we took over the bunker,) Chloe thought miserably.
Her good mood in the cafeteria, buoyed by flirting with Faith, had evaporated. Even the sight of Faith walking ahead of her, equally soaked and with her shorts and tank top concealing absolutely nothing didn't help much. Chloe's journal made the beach sound much more inviting, though she supposed that it wasn't much better in a rainstorm like this.
Lost in her thoughts, Chloe almost stumbled into Faith when the slayer stopped abruptly. Glancing past her, Chloe saw Daniel standing with his fist upraised in an obvious signal of some sort. Beyond him Chloe saw only more jungle save for a hint of a structure mostly concealed by foliage. Daniel conversed quietly with Locke for a moment, throwing in a lot of gestures that seemed to mean something to him.
Locke skulked off to the right and disappeared. Daniel glanced back and beckoned Faith closer. She complied, Chloe following along. "You know where the rear exit is," Daniel said to Faith. It wasn't a question. Faith nodded. "Good. I want you to go around that way. As soon as John gets back, we'll go in the front."
"Can do," Faith said and slipped away to the left. Leaving Chloe with Daniel. Neither of them spoke for the several minutes that passed before John returned.
"No tracks," Locke said. "Any that were here have been eliminated by the rain."
Daniel nodded, looking not at all surprised by that.
"And the external cameras have been smashed," Locke added.
Again Daniel didn't look surprised. Chloe felt a nervous fluttering in her stomach. Clearly Daniel had suspected worse than she had. She'd hoped it was only the rain screwing up the electronics. But that was not the case.
The three of them crept closer to the bunker, close enough that Chloe caught a glimpse of the wrecked cameras over the door. She lurked behind a tree at Daniel's insistence while he and Locke moved up to either side of the door. They listened for a moment, then burst into the bunker in a coordinated effort, throwing the door wide. Chloe waited only a moment, then followed.
She stopped in the doorway, staring at the guard post. It had been thoroughly trashed. Everything breakable was destroyed, including the internal surveillance cameras. Papers had been scattered, torn and trampled. Muddy prints--shod as well as barefoot--covered the floors, along with spilled food, drink, and smashed and broken plates and glasses. A few dark smears that looked a lot like blood were visible here and there as well, on the walls mostly but also spattered on the floor.
Faith was standing at the far end of the narrow corridor visible through the open door separating the guardpost from the cells. More footprints were visible on the floor there. Faith looked annoyed, but not alarmed. Chloe moved up behind Daniel Jackson so she could see into a couple of the cells.
The prisoners were missing. And so were Veronica, Quentin and Aidan.
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