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crossing_lostrpOOC: Bumping from [Lucy] Day 11: Making Her Escape due to maximum comment/replies reached.
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Ami ducked into Mara's shelter as Tommy and Jon made their way to the cookfire area. As they departed, her stomach grumbled a bit, reminding her that she hadn't eaten yet this morning. Tommy and Jon were too far away without shouting for them, and shouting might disturb Mara and she wasn't willing to leave the young woman alone. She figured she'd suffer through for a while longer; it wasn't like she would die of starvation in a few hours time.
Kneeling by Mara's bed, she hesitantly reached out and placed her hand lightly on the woman's forehead. Dropping her shields just a bit, she focused solely on Mara, wincing again at the rents and tears in the woman's shields. Beneath that, she was disturbed, and mentally and psychically exhausted. Ami wasn't connected to Mara the way she was to Megabyte, Mara not being a Tomorrow Person, but she thought she would try to reinforce the woman's shielding a bit anyway. The worse that would happen was nothing and the best was that Mara might sleep a bit easier, even if Ami couldn't take away the horrors she'd already experienced.
It took a few minutes of concentration, and Ami felt a wee bit more tired herself when it was done, but she'd managed to connect with Mara on the very surface and reinforce her shielding – filling in some of the gaps. It wouldn't hold for long, a day at the most, but hopefully it would give the other woman some comfort.
Done with what she could do, Ami leaned against Mara's bed and waited for Tommy and Jon to return.
Edited 16 May 06 to add: Maximum Posting Limit of 75 has been suspended for this thread.
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Ami ducked into Mara's shelter as Tommy and Jon made their way to the cookfire area. As they departed, her stomach grumbled a bit, reminding her that she hadn't eaten yet this morning. Tommy and Jon were too far away without shouting for them, and shouting might disturb Mara and she wasn't willing to leave the young woman alone. She figured she'd suffer through for a while longer; it wasn't like she would die of starvation in a few hours time.
Kneeling by Mara's bed, she hesitantly reached out and placed her hand lightly on the woman's forehead. Dropping her shields just a bit, she focused solely on Mara, wincing again at the rents and tears in the woman's shields. Beneath that, she was disturbed, and mentally and psychically exhausted. Ami wasn't connected to Mara the way she was to Megabyte, Mara not being a Tomorrow Person, but she thought she would try to reinforce the woman's shielding a bit anyway. The worse that would happen was nothing and the best was that Mara might sleep a bit easier, even if Ami couldn't take away the horrors she'd already experienced.
It took a few minutes of concentration, and Ami felt a wee bit more tired herself when it was done, but she'd managed to connect with Mara on the very surface and reinforce her shielding – filling in some of the gaps. It wouldn't hold for long, a day at the most, but hopefully it would give the other woman some comfort.
Done with what she could do, Ami leaned against Mara's bed and waited for Tommy and Jon to return.
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[Ripley] Charon's Boatwrights (tag Methos, open)
Date: 2006-05-16 06:47 pm (UTC)"Lacking clarity, then, at the moment."
"Yeah, her and half the beach. It really doesn't bode well that this bunch is this ripped up over a suicide. I hate to see how fast they'd fall apart against my least-favorite xenomorphs.
"I'll help steer the damned raft out, no problem. I'm probably one of the few who can swim back if I get tossed over the side anyway." And of course, she didn't give a damn about bloated, smelly, seagull-pecked corpses.
"Seawater's gonna have washed most evidence away. What are you looking for, once we get the body in to shore?"
[Methos] Charon's Boatwrights (tag Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-05-17 12:17 am (UTC)"Coulda just been fucking," Ripley leered, looking down at those knots again with a wicked smile.
He chuckled, but conceded the point. "True. Maybe that was part of the problem - something else that could be checked, though I'm not exactly an expert."
Not at identifying such injuries, no. Causing them, yes - once upon a time. Something that certainly didn't give him the right to condemn another for the same crime, much as he'd like to.
"Getting the body back is more important though," Methos continued, sparing the reef another glance. "And there's not much else we can do here. Shall we go find the skipper?"
[Ripley] Megarea's Justice (tag Methos, open)
Date: 2006-05-17 05:37 pm (UTC)The effect of it was profound--not only immediate quiet, but one of those sudden middle-distance looks she occasionally got when she was broody or thoughtful around him. /Dillon, there are some brothers here who need your gentle teachings, apparently./
"Rape," she said bluntly. "You can't really force someone to walk out past the breakers and drown themselves unless you have a gun on them or are out there with them. But degrade someone enough, they'll go anyway." Her mouth worked. She looked sickened and enraged, while her alien half reacted in profound confusion. /Forced mating? What?/ It seemed to be asking, a concept laughable in a matriarchal society where the Queen is twenty times the size of her drones.
Her fists clenched. "If there's a rape, there's a rapist loose on the beach who needs to be tracked down and put down." Her voice was flat, and held no mercy in it.
Something occurred to her then, and she rose suddenly and walked over to the pitiful little pile of Lucy's clothes. She crouched down, and started examining them, finally lifting up the girl's panties and looking at them closely.
"What are you looking for?"
She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes a little hard. "Bloodstains. Depending on what was done, some rape victims bleed for days. And there's no bleach to be had for a thousand miles."
"How do you...?" he was tactful enough not to continue his question on how she knew anything of the nuances of sexual violation.
"I come from a very hard, very ugly time," she replied simply, not needing to hear the rest.
"...oh." he seemed subdued for a moment. Then he looked thoughtful. "We should check the clothing in her tent, then, as well."
"We've got time. Looks like the Skipper and his girl are working something out."
(OOC: I'm leaving it up to staff as to what they find exactly. But considering the crap Ethan was doing....O.o)
[Methos] Megarea's Justice (tag Ripley, open)
Date: 2006-05-17 10:56 pm (UTC)-----------
You're not the only one from a very hard, very ugly time, Methos commented silently.
This whole experience was dredging up far too many bad memories for his liking, though that wouldn't change the fact that he would run with whatever the mob decided - and they would become a mob, of that he was certain. Daniel may have succeeded in releasing rather than killing their prisoners a few days ago - the means to which still gave him pause for concern - but the rape of one of their own was an entirely different matter. With individuals like Ripley so enraged, Methos had doubts that the culprit would survive to stand 'trial'.
"Then let's see what we can find," he agreed sombrely, his tone hinting at controlled outrage.
Truthfully, Methos wasn't sure whether to condemn the likely rapist or sympathise with him. Outwardly he would be as angry as the next person, but inside there was a twinge of guilt. The Horsemen had escaped formal punishment by disappearing in a world where domestic abuse was a daily reality and armies took whatever they saw as their due. He'd been a slave since then, and all that it entailed, but forgetting the other side of the coin was impossible.
Modern society was very different and this was a very small island; under such circumstances, anyone toying with something as inflammatory as rape was a fool. Either way Methos had no intention of allowing anyone to suspect that he had more than a passing acquaintance with this sort of crime, especially not one who had the slightest chance of ending his life.
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