|Heather Lisinski (irradiated_ants) wrote in ridgewayresort,|
@ 2010-08-14 00:22:00
|Entry tags:||!open, amy pond, heather lisinski|
Who: Heather and
When: After this
Where: In the woods, at the half built log cabin she had started. Just a little off one of the hiking trails.
What: She was antsy, she was a little pissed off, and she was feeling really bitchy. To take some of that stress off, it was time to do some good decent work with her hands.
Status: In progress
Okay so it was irrational to be mad at Robin for his point of view. It was insane to be out in the middle of the woods, sweaty and hot, building up on this little shack. But there had to be something she could do rather than sit and wait for the shoe to drop. Making a list of people, and where they were from, and what they could do, just wasn't enough. So she did what she did best, putting everything else out of her mind, she started by cutting down a few surrounding trees.
She wasn't a lumberjack by far, but she understood the sharp end of the ax went into the lowest part of the tree and that was all she needed to know. The slab had been poured for weeks. The pipes had been set for the plumbing, even the thick rebar in place for the longer walls, all stuck in to the cement for weeks. Waiting for the logs, which she had planned on using instead of conventional building materials.
After like the fifth tree she chopped down, the size of the project hit her. This wouldn't be something she could finish in days, or weeks even. Especially by herself. She had been messing with Tony, when she said she was tempted to use the new found power of the pout to bring Gibbs here. But now, as her shoulders ached, sweat streaming down her back, she kinda wish she had. Though there was no guarantee that the special agent would help her, he'd probably do his best to lock her up for playing part in bringing him here. Especially if he happened to be brought in before Ari was taken care of. And knowing her luck, in this place, he would be brought here before that. Besides this was her project.
It had started out as a little get-a-way for Robin and Marian, but the weather had kept her from finishing it. And now she knew it had been unrealistic to even try to do it so last minute. She leaned heavily against the ax handle, kneeling down in the underbrush of the wood, taking a much needed breather. She lost her maintenance jump suit hours ago, cut down to just a tank top and a pair of cut off denim short shorts, and big thick steel toed boots. She paid homage to her hometown by wearing a Jericho hat she'd bought in the gift shop.