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[Isabel] Exposition Time
Who: Isabel
Where: Medical Facility: Cafeteria #1
When: Day 20, Mid-Morning
Invited: Everyone in Cafeteria #1
Status: Complete
Isabel let herself be pushed to the cafeteria, ignoring the guns. Of course they didn't trust her. She'd hardly acquitted herself with honour and dignity so far.
The cafeteria was nearly empty, but people were drifting around, drawn by the commotion. Now that Claire was found, Isabel assumed that many would return. she found a seat and sat on it, leaning her elbows on the table and resting her head in her hands.
Suddenly the urge to tell her story became overwhelming. She looked up at the men who surrounded her.
"You probably don't care about the reasons for what I just did," she said, "and I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for it." She sighed. "But after that I can't keep any secrets from you."
She looked at the faces of her listeners again, then looked away. This was going to be hard enough without seeing their reactions.
"My name is Isabel Evans. My human name, anyway. I came to Earth in 1947 with my brother Max, our friend Michael, and Tess. We are hybrids, humans with alien genetics and enhancements, made from our former bodies to be raised on Earth, away from the enemies who had us killed. Max was our planet's ruler; Tess was his Queen. Michael was Max's right-hand man, and I was his wife. In that life I was called Vilandra, and it was my betrayal which brought our downfall."
She shook her head.
"But I still don't remember much of my former life. Our ship crashed near Roswell, New Mexico. You might have heard about that. We emerged from our pods on the remains of the ship in the early nineties, physically aged about eight years old. We were adopted by human families in Roswell and kept our true nature a secret. We didn't know Tess then; there was a full-blooded alien protector on our ship who'd taken her elsewhere and raised her alone.
"Then a girl Max liked, Liz Parker, got shot in a café. It was an accident, and we were there, and... we have powers, as you probably noticed. We can't all do the same things, but Max can heal. He got down after Liz and healed her of a wound that should have killed her. She, of course, wanted to know what was going on, especially when a silver handprint appeared over where the wound had been. An unfortunate side effect of certain things we can do.
"So she found out the whole story, and so did some of her friends, but they were intelligent, and they kept quiet, and helped us a lot. After that incident a lot of people started trying to find us. The FBI, the sheriff... then Tess turned up with the man who'd raised her, our 'protector' who we'd never seen before that moment. The medicine man at the Indian reservation had known him years before, called him 'Nasedo'. It means 'visitor'. He wasn't human at all, could change his shape, had stronger powers. He'd killed a lot of people to keep them away from Tess. That's something else that can leave a silver handprint. Especially the way he liked to do it."
She paused.
"It's long and complicated, but suffice it to say that there were other aliens on Earth, aliens from the species who were controlling our planet. We call them Skins, because they have to wear these human-shaped suits to survive in Earth's atmosphere. They killed Nasedo. I fell in love with a human, a boy named Alex. It was unwise, I'd seen all the pain that Max and Liz had gone through, but I did it anyway. Tess killed him.
"She had the power to alter people's minds, make them forget things or see things which weren't there, convince them to do things. We thought he was going to Sweden; instead Tess made him translate a book we'd found in our ship, which gave instructions on how to use it to get back home. She seduced Max, wanting to return to our old lives, and got pregnant. Then all the mindwiping she was doing on Alex stopped working, and rather than let anybody find out what she'd done, she killed him and arranged a car accident to cover it up. Fortunately we figured out what she'd done before it was too late. She'd made a deal with K'Var, the leader of the Skins, to return home with the baby in exchange for her acquiescence to his rule.
"We all stayed behind when she left. Eventually she came back with the baby, which was a pure human and wasn't accepted on our world. The FBI were hot on our heels by then, drawn particularly by the ship Tess returned in, and they gave the baby up for adoption so he could have a normal life. Then Tess went to the military base and used her powers to blow it up. They only knew for sure about her, as she'd been caught on camera breaking out of there after the crash. So when they killed her in that base, we were free for a while."
Isabel wiped the last tears from her face and looked up at the others again.
"So when I saw Claire - and she looks exactly like Tess - I thought she'd betrayed us again. I was so angry... I was still angry about the first betrayal. Even though she died to save us, I never lost that anger with her. Neither did Liz. When she first came back to Earth, Liz threw her across the room much like I did with Claire just now.
"As for the story about how I got here. That's all true. Max, Michael and I were on a ship with Liz and Maria, Kyle and Jesse. Max and Liz are married now, Maria and Michael will probably get round to it one day. Kyle got involved with us despite our best efforts, but he's had the same problem Liz had after being healed by Max - they both developed powers like ours. So he came with us. And Jesse - Jesse's my husband. I lost my ring somewhere... and I told you about the storm already.
"So that's my story."
Where: Medical Facility: Cafeteria #1
When: Day 20, Mid-Morning
Invited: Everyone in Cafeteria #1
Status: Complete
Isabel let herself be pushed to the cafeteria, ignoring the guns. Of course they didn't trust her. She'd hardly acquitted herself with honour and dignity so far.
The cafeteria was nearly empty, but people were drifting around, drawn by the commotion. Now that Claire was found, Isabel assumed that many would return. she found a seat and sat on it, leaning her elbows on the table and resting her head in her hands.
Suddenly the urge to tell her story became overwhelming. She looked up at the men who surrounded her.
"You probably don't care about the reasons for what I just did," she said, "and I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for it." She sighed. "But after that I can't keep any secrets from you."
She looked at the faces of her listeners again, then looked away. This was going to be hard enough without seeing their reactions.
"My name is Isabel Evans. My human name, anyway. I came to Earth in 1947 with my brother Max, our friend Michael, and Tess. We are hybrids, humans with alien genetics and enhancements, made from our former bodies to be raised on Earth, away from the enemies who had us killed. Max was our planet's ruler; Tess was his Queen. Michael was Max's right-hand man, and I was his wife. In that life I was called Vilandra, and it was my betrayal which brought our downfall."
She shook her head.
"But I still don't remember much of my former life. Our ship crashed near Roswell, New Mexico. You might have heard about that. We emerged from our pods on the remains of the ship in the early nineties, physically aged about eight years old. We were adopted by human families in Roswell and kept our true nature a secret. We didn't know Tess then; there was a full-blooded alien protector on our ship who'd taken her elsewhere and raised her alone.
"Then a girl Max liked, Liz Parker, got shot in a café. It was an accident, and we were there, and... we have powers, as you probably noticed. We can't all do the same things, but Max can heal. He got down after Liz and healed her of a wound that should have killed her. She, of course, wanted to know what was going on, especially when a silver handprint appeared over where the wound had been. An unfortunate side effect of certain things we can do.
"So she found out the whole story, and so did some of her friends, but they were intelligent, and they kept quiet, and helped us a lot. After that incident a lot of people started trying to find us. The FBI, the sheriff... then Tess turned up with the man who'd raised her, our 'protector' who we'd never seen before that moment. The medicine man at the Indian reservation had known him years before, called him 'Nasedo'. It means 'visitor'. He wasn't human at all, could change his shape, had stronger powers. He'd killed a lot of people to keep them away from Tess. That's something else that can leave a silver handprint. Especially the way he liked to do it."
She paused.
"It's long and complicated, but suffice it to say that there were other aliens on Earth, aliens from the species who were controlling our planet. We call them Skins, because they have to wear these human-shaped suits to survive in Earth's atmosphere. They killed Nasedo. I fell in love with a human, a boy named Alex. It was unwise, I'd seen all the pain that Max and Liz had gone through, but I did it anyway. Tess killed him.
"She had the power to alter people's minds, make them forget things or see things which weren't there, convince them to do things. We thought he was going to Sweden; instead Tess made him translate a book we'd found in our ship, which gave instructions on how to use it to get back home. She seduced Max, wanting to return to our old lives, and got pregnant. Then all the mindwiping she was doing on Alex stopped working, and rather than let anybody find out what she'd done, she killed him and arranged a car accident to cover it up. Fortunately we figured out what she'd done before it was too late. She'd made a deal with K'Var, the leader of the Skins, to return home with the baby in exchange for her acquiescence to his rule.
"We all stayed behind when she left. Eventually she came back with the baby, which was a pure human and wasn't accepted on our world. The FBI were hot on our heels by then, drawn particularly by the ship Tess returned in, and they gave the baby up for adoption so he could have a normal life. Then Tess went to the military base and used her powers to blow it up. They only knew for sure about her, as she'd been caught on camera breaking out of there after the crash. So when they killed her in that base, we were free for a while."
Isabel wiped the last tears from her face and looked up at the others again.
"So when I saw Claire - and she looks exactly like Tess - I thought she'd betrayed us again. I was so angry... I was still angry about the first betrayal. Even though she died to save us, I never lost that anger with her. Neither did Liz. When she first came back to Earth, Liz threw her across the room much like I did with Claire just now.
"As for the story about how I got here. That's all true. Max, Michael and I were on a ship with Liz and Maria, Kyle and Jesse. Max and Liz are married now, Maria and Michael will probably get round to it one day. Kyle got involved with us despite our best efforts, but he's had the same problem Liz had after being healed by Max - they both developed powers like ours. So he came with us. And Jesse - Jesse's my husband. I lost my ring somewhere... and I told you about the storm already.
"So that's my story."
(frozen comment) [Doctor] Updates and uproars
The Doctor made the announcements general, but was walking up to the groun including Daniel and Blaise. They seemed to be clustered about the stranger George had brought in before chaos rained down on them all.
"I think we need to have a serious sit down with the former owners of this bit of real estate. Boone was obviously programed. But I'd like to know how. Unless he was naturally psychopathic, you cannot realistically hypnotise anyone to do something they wouldn't do normally, with lowered inhabitions. Quack like a duck, yeah. Put a bullet in their wife, child or self... not really."
"Now did I miss any of the injured? And hallo, I'm the Doctor." He held out his hand to the new woman.
(frozen comment) Re: [Aiden] Updates and uproars
She strolled in with presence and went straight for the coffee pot. She filled a mug an took a long slow sip, her eyes closing in extecsy as if it was the best thing she ever tasted. Which was far from the truth. The coffee tasted like typical hospital grade, doctors lounge quiality, but still bad. And it was it's only particular kind of bad, different from pricent bad, or break room in the lab bad.
After her first heavenly sip she turned herself around and leaned back against the counter. She observed everyone in the room with a raised eyebrow.
"Geez." she said, noting the tension in the air."What the hell'd I miss? And who attacked Claire?"
(frozen comment) [Daniel, Faith] The Short Story
"New chick is actually an alien named Violeta or something. She was betrayed by this other alien chick who looks totally like Claire, so instead of asking questions, she assumed it was the alien bitch and decided to beat up the pregnant woman," Faith supplied. "And oh yeah, she's telekinetic and who knows what the hell else."
Daniel blinked at Faith and sighed. "All right, maybe not so long."
(frozen comment) [Dean] I need some air (tag cafeteria)
"Sam, how about finishing the perimeter check Faith and I started last night? We didn't stay out long for lack of proper communication back here, and because we found the jeep, but there are still places that need checking out."
(frozen comment) [Daniel] There's No I in Team
"As I was saying earlier, I could use someone to go back to the Beach Camp with Faith or George and use some people to do a perimeter sweep.
"And no, this is not an effort to separate you from your brother. This is strategical planning. You have weapons, you know how to use them, and you know how to defend yourselves. The wisest course of action is to keep all of our fighters, warriors and soldiers equally distributed."
(And if you're going to hang around, you will learn to work well with others, Dean Winchester. Team work isn't just about family, and that's a lesson that you need a crash course in. Yesterday.)
[OOC: Which brings us back to here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/98840.html?thread=3262232#t3262232)]
(frozen comment) Re: [Aiden] But there's a 'me' if you rearrange the letters
"Uh huh." she replied in the most convinced voice she could muster. She took another slow sip of coffee and glared at Isabel over her coffee cup. She swallowed and then made her way over to the table Isabel and company were sitting at. Slow heavy steps. And even though there was a graceful swing to her hips her attitude was all business. The kind of attitude a woman had to have when she was alone in cell with a psychotic killer in her face bragging about how much damage he could do before another cop could get to her, and she didn't flinch. It wasn't arrogance but self preservation. Never show fear. No, alien or not Isabel didn't ruffle Aiden's feathers. The fact that she was just sitting there and not locked up with the key thrown away did.
She stopped at the table's edge and eyed Isabel.
"Is that how it went down?" she asked, lips pursed.
(frozen comment) [Isabel] Pedantic discussion of management cliches aside
"Isabel Evans," Isabel said, hesitantly. "I thought there were several doctors..."
The woman who approached as Isabel was saying this caught her attention. Slow, confident steps projecting an aura of power and authority. She reminded Isabel of Congresswoman Whitaker.
Don't be ridiculous, she told herself. This woman isn't a Skin. You're just getting paranoid.
"Is that how it went down?" the woman asked. Her tone made it clear that this was a woman who was used to getting answers.
"Faith missed out most of the details, but essentially, yes." She paused for a moment, regarding this woman carefully. "If you saw someone who looks exactly like the woman who killed your boyfriend, would you hesitate just on the offchance that there's someone else in the world who looks exactly the same?"
Isabel decided not to mention that there was indeed someone else in the world who looks exactly like Tess, although Tess' duplicate's radically different hairstyle and numerous piercings tended to allow people to distinguish between them.
Much as with Isabel's own duplicate. For the first time in nearly two years, she found herself wondering what the other Vilandra was up to. But this wasn't helping.
"I don't expect anybody to excuse what I did. But I'm not a psycopathic killer."
(frozen comment) Re: [Aiden] Coulda Shoulda Woulda
"I might hesitate on the fact that she was obviously pregnant with a child who didn't deserve to be murdered for something it didn't do." Her Brooklyn accent was heavy and judging.
(frozen comment) [Isabel] Coulda Shoulda Woulda
"As I said, I don't expect anybody to excuse my actions," she said. "I have explained what happened. That is all I can do. I don't have my brother's powers; I can't heal Claire's bruises, neither can I reassure her that she is safe from me now that I know who she is. I hope someone will tell her that, but I don't expect her to believe it."
(frozen comment) Re: [Aiden] The law in these here parts...
"I don't believe it either. You assaulted two people this morning. The only way she'll be safe from you is when your behind bars where you belong." Ok so maybe Aiden was over doing it a little. But is wasn't like she could turn it over to the DA and be done with it. They were there own little society on this God forsaken island and they had to maintain order. If nothing else she wanted Isabel put down a peg, put the fear of God in her and get some control over this loose cannon.
She straightened up and turned to look at everyone assembled.
"And what the hell is she doing sitting here. We got Boone who was brain washed tied to bed and then this overgrown cheerleader deliberity and purposefully tries to kill two people and she's just sitting here? What is wrong with you people that you didn't put her away with the other psychopaths?"
(frozen comment) [Daniel] . . . is not to hang 'em without a trial
"We have Boone tied up because he is unresponsive and we cannot communicate with him. Given his current state, we have no way of knowing if or when he might try such a thing again. Boone is restrained as much for his own safety as for ours," Daniel said coolly.
"Isabel reacted irrationally, and foolishly, yes, but she's given a plausible explanation for her actions, whether or not it excuses them. And yes, in this place, actually even outside of this place, her explanation is plausible. No one has said that she is free and clear, and it is understood that what she did was wrong and unacceptable.
"But this is not Brooklyn and you're not walking the beat or hauling in a drug dealing perp or a suspected murderer to your little ten by ten room with bad lighting to play good cop and bad cop. We don't have the time, and we don't have the resources. If you have a problem with her walking free, then fine, you get to be her personal babysitter."
Daniel recognized Aiden's attitude and bearing; she might not have identified herself as a cop, but she was law enforcement on some level. Right now, it didn't matter which. The rules were different here, and their behaviors had to be different here.
"Now, unless you have some way to disprove her story, I would strongly suggest that you leave your threats of arrest and imprisonment to a time and a place where they might actually happen, if we ever get rescued, and if we ever get out of here.
"We have enough of a problem dealing with the prisoners that we already have, that we don't need to create more. Unless I suppose that you have a plan in line for what we should do with them for the next six months? Or ten? Or three years?" Daniel's timeframe was harsh, but clearly the woman was one of those still hanging onto her delusions of a rescue coming in a few more day when it should have been blatantly obvious by now that such a thing was not going to happen.
"The choice is yours: back down or be her personal guard, but we've all made our choice and moved on. Maybe you should consider doing the same."
It wasn't open for discussion or debate. Daniel looked away from the woman and turned to the Doctor, "I'd like a moment of your time, in a bit, please, Doctor?"
(frozen comment) [Doctor] Time, I'm all about time.
"There are at least four doctors here, by education and profession. But I'm THE Doctor. And it sounds like you've got quite a story. Looks like the ranks of the non-humans are swelling. We're still the minority though. Must be that home turf advantage."
"I'd like a moment of your time, in a bit, please, Doctor?" Daniel was requesting.
"Certainly. Time is something I find myself having both too much and too little of lately. Whatever you need."
(frozen comment) Re: [Aiden] now there's an idea
"But this is not Brooklyn and you're not walking the beat or hauling in a drug dealing perp or a suspected murderer to your little ten by ten room with bad lighting to play good cop and bad cop. And what did he think he was doing right now? Aiden was too pleased with Daniel's response to concern herself with her blown cover. This was the least she was hoping for, to be able to know someone was willing and ready to take charge. Aiden knew she'd over stepped things, but at some point a hierarchy needed to be established. And considering Isabel's alien trigger finger, Aiden wanted to be damn sure Isabel knew she was low girl on the totem pole. She hoped it would help keep her in line.
She didn't like all of Daniel's 'ifs' and looked away briefly till that part of the speech was over.
Aiden sighed as Daniel wrapped things up. SHe considered keeping tabs on Isabel but knew it was impossible to do sucessfully by herself.
"Fine." she agreed, dropping her arms to her side in the form of submission. "But I know what it does to people to bury a child." She knew all two well what it was like to stand over a tiny coffin and bury your future. She wouldn't let that happen here. Over her dead body.
"If she hurts Claire or the baby again I'll put a bullet in her head." She turned to Isabel. "No hesitation, no trial, no regrets." She pursed her lips then relaxed. She got a tea towel and cleaned up the spilt coffee on the table. She collected her cup and went back over to the pot, refiling her cup. Then she hopped up to sit on the counter and crossed her legs. She was quiet, she'd gotten her point across and as far as she was concerned the subject was dropped. But she would keep an eye on Isabel, make no mistake about that.
As far as Daniel was concerned she had respect for him. He'd shown himself a good leader. She felt a little sorry for him. She wasn't sure what he did in life, but she knew it was never easy to deal with NYPD dectives when they were working. But in truth she'd let them all off easy, if they thought she was rough God help them if she had had her parterner with her. They hadn't been called 'Bonnie and Clyde with badges' for nothing.
(frozen comment) [Isabel] Unpopular girl
Fortunately there weren't any other dead people Isabel would like to kill the moment she saw them again.
Well, maybe Whitaker, but killing her once was quite enough.
She listened to Daniel overrule the cop - of course she was a cop, it was all over her poise and bearing - with a growing respect for him. It was clear that he didn't like what she'd done, and didn't exactly trust her, but he also knew what he thought was right, and what needed to be done, and he didn't let anything get in the way of it.
And he'd accepted her story. To have such a calm and evidently intelligent man believe her made Isabel feel significantly better, although she feared the gnawing guilt which was developing over her attack on Claire would be with her for a long time.
And so it should be, part of her mind said.
This Doctor character claimed to be an alien as well. It was plausible, and he seemed friendly enough. Probably hadn't heard about what she'd done yet.
But she wasn't going to go asking for something to do again. Not with the cop staring at her like that. Idly she drew a sad face on the table with her finger, the colour of the surface changing to a rather sorrowful blue under her touch. She regarded it for a moment, then swept her hand across it and erased it. No point in frivolous doodling, either.