Over Hill, over Dale.. (overland crew)

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The Doctor had converted Blaise and Daniel's communicaters. They looked a bit silly, but they worked.

The Doctor kept Blaise's, as he couldn't speak Aramaic so that simple code excluded the marine.

The Doctor saw Chris take Jack to the camp he was to help guard, and waited for the young man’s return to be sure the trip went well, then he took off in the direction Damon and Scott had marked on a crude map.

At six foot two the Doctor had long strides, and found himself cutting back just a bit, because losing his volunteers would not help the mission.

They didn’t follow a trail, except the one he broke in as they shoved through underbrush and grasses. If it weren’t for the rough map and the occasional sight of the far off whisp of smoke, getting lost would seem an easy thing.

They ate up ground at a stride that had most of them getting a stitch in their sides and a burn in their lungs long before the first ‘break’. It had been hours of walking over uneven ground, through brush and trees and pressed upon by tropical heat. The water was a godsend. The terrain would have been beautiful if they were able to pause and appreciate it.

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[Sam] Deductive reasoning (tag Dean, open)

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"She's Australian and about nine months pregnant."

Sam's world ground to a halt from Blaise's simple statement. /They want her son./ Sam didn't know how he knew, but he was certain beyond a doubt. Nevertheless, his rational side needed more convincing. He focused his anger and outrage into whittling the bark from a short, thick branch. He didn't remember picking up the wood or the hunting knife*, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

"Doctor, is it safe to say that Rose has learned all sorts of... unusual things while traveling with you?" He glanced at the enigmatic man, who studied Sam with undisguised curiosity and amusement. /Whatever,/ Sam thought, smoothing the blond wood with the edge of the knife.

"Yes," the Doctor replied. "Traveling through time and space will do that."

Sam blinked at the Brit, astounded. Considering what he'd learned of this group of people so far, he took the man at his word. "Scott, Ami has some paranormal abilities, right?"

Scott, who'd been sitting with his back to a tree with his eyes closed, looked at him consideringly. "She does."

Sam nodded. Now that the widest part of the branch had a smooth, even surface, Sam dug the tip of the knife into it to begin the carving. "Chances are Daisy has some abilities -- grim reaper or otherwise -- too. How about Claire?"

"None that we know of," someone volunteered.

Sam carved until he'd traced a fairly even circle in the wood. "They want her son," he stated quietly. His voice was taut with anger.

* OOC: Sam summoned them to him telekinetically. Psychic boy strikes again!

[Jon] Deductive reasoning (tag open)

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"That's a fair bet," Jon agreed, dismissing the random telekinesis with a dazed shake of the head. Where was the island was finding these people? He was starting to feel fucking normal in comparison!

"You heard about the Others' attack on the the beach camp a couple of weeks ago, right? We don't think this was the same group, but there was a list of names found afterward. It's either gotten shorter or they're biding their time, but generally speaking they've got a taste for young women, kids and people with mysterious talents." He cast a look up and down the group, then rolled his eyes. "Oh look, a walking bait train."

OOC giggles

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Where was the island was finding these people? He was starting to feel fucking normal in comparison! ... "Oh look, a walking bait train."

ROTFL!

Re: OOC giggles

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*Laughter*

[Dean] Deductive reasoning (tag Sam, open)

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Dean was trying to gain control of his emotions. They ran so deep and strong, and control was never his strong point. Action was. Knowing May almost lost her mother, and that there was a newborn who might not even get a chance to know his...

He watched and listened to Sam. He watched as Sam carved until he'd traced a fairly even circle in the wood. "They want her son," Sam stated quietly.

That did it for Dean. His emotions overwhelmed him, as he locked eyes with Sam. Nothing about his inner turmoil was apparent except for his hands clenched in fists of barely controlled rage. Knuckles white.

"Ain't. Gonna. Happen." The words came out staccato and forced. "Ever." Came out a second later. Dean had found his target. That was all he needed.

OOC

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Is this target something that the rest would see, like.. Dean hitting something/one? Or a mental grr-focus until they get to the girls?

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Oops, sorry. with this group of characters I definitely need to clarify that. hahaha.

It's a mental grr-focus thing.

[Sam] A precaution (open tag)

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Sam held his brother's gaze and nodded. They'd see to it that no harm came to Claire and her unborn son. Children needed their mother. They of all people should know.

After giving May a sympathetic look, Sam returned his attention to his carving. The Key of Solomon (http://supernatural.tv/gallery2/devilstrap/wmplayer%202006-05-05%2019-58-28-28.jpg) was intricate, and he wasn't a sculptor. If he could manage a decent rendition he'd whittle it into an amulet for Claire's son. Sam prayed the kid wouldn't need it.

[Dean] A precaution (open tag)

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It was time to move. Dean felt in control again, and break was over. He looked at Sam and watched him work the wood. He wasn't exactly sure what he was carving (it was too early to tell), but had a suspicion. "I'll carry the bag for awhile." Dean said as he picked up the bag, and most of the other stuff Sam was carrying.

He turned to May with a smile. "Let me see that mug shot. Oh, my GOD! I just see them white picket fences springing up everywhere! LOL...wow, your mom's sexy!" Dean said with a grin as he so obviously tried to bait May.

[Mayday] A precaution (open tag)

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OOC: Reference pic (of Pete and MJ) is here. (http://weirdweb.net/lj-icons/peter-mj.jpg) Short response due to laundry needs. And wait, Dean said "LOL?" ;)

May just rolled her eyes at the obvious baiting and took a quick sip of water, knowing better than to gulp it down. "Uh-huh. Dream on, you're not her type." She smiled at him, the teasing evident.

[Dean] A precaution (open tag)

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They began walking in line. "Hey, how do you know? Just because I'm not grey-haired, geeky, and....." Dean decided to shut up when May looked back at him. But he shifted the new weight and continued grinning.

"That's right, Dean, save your energy for when it counts." Dean heard Dad's voice in his head. /Don't worry dad. Don't worry./*

*ooc: No, Dean's not schizophrenic, just the normal voices we all have in our head...wait...oh, nevermind. :) By the way, LOL was just me being lazy.

[Sam] Back on the angst train (open tag)

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"Thanks, Dean," Sam said when his brother took the weapons bag. He was more than ready to hand it off for a while. Although he and Dean were handling the march well, they'd both be exhausted by nightfall. Even before learning about Claire and her son, Sam was glad to simply be doing something. It had been that way since the demon killed Jessica.

Sam sheathed the hunting knife and walked over to Dean to stow the beginning of wooden amulet in the weapons bag. In the process he caught a glimpse of May's photograph. Although May's and Dean's teasing made him smile, the photo itself prompted melancholy. That's what he'd wanted with Jessica. What his family had until the fucking demon murdered Mom. (No more. We're sending that bastard back to hell.)

After jamming the carving wood into the weapons bag, Sam joined the Doctor at the head of the line. Armed with the crossbow, a quiver with bolts, one of the handguns, and the knife, he really wanted to kick some ass.