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Samuel T. Anders (cbuck) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-25 21:21:00

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!dropped, !incomplete, andy gallagher, day 05, location: forest, luna lovegood, martha jones, open, sam anders

DAY 5: Early and Frakked
Who: Samuel T. Anders and OTA
What: Arrival
When: Day 5, pre-dawn
Where: Forest, to start
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

There was a musky smell in the air laced with a bit of something rotten as Samuel T. Anders was begrudgingly dragged from his sleep. Not a moment before, he had laid down in his rack on Galactica. There was distinctly more moisture in the air and the stench that was dissipating as he woke was reminiscent of the waste disposal ship he had just spent the past few weeks on. Also, it was significantly cooler, like being in a fridge kind of cooler. Most alarmingly of all, the familiar hum of the ship, any ship, was absent.

The scenery was alien to him as his eyes snapped open in alarm. There was no sign of his bunk or even another person. Instead, a murky forest stretched out in the dark. From nowhere an alarm began to sound obnoxiously. It sounded like a game buzzer or a warning siren. This whole thing looked like a bad nightmare, but felt all to real for Anders to let himself be consoled by that. Everything felt wrong.

He sat up to survey the surrounding wood, brushing off the leaves that stuck to his bare chest and face. It was freezing. That alarm seemed to be coming from everywhere. Without warning, it stopped and the world plunged back into silence. "Hello?" he called out, hoping there was someone, anyone nearby.

Ideas of who could be doing this raced through his mind. If it were the Cylons, somehow, he found solace in the fact that he could tell them the truth about himself. If it were the humans, and they somehow found out what he was, he would only find solace in death.

Too morbid, he thought. It was too early for that kind of thinking.

From the shadows of the forest, a shape emerged. "Hey!" Sam got up, feeling colder and colder as he became more and more awake. The figure simply meandered closer. "Look, I think I'm a little turned around-" Sam stopped mid-sentence. Whomever or whatever was approaching him seemed to amble forward like some sort of prowling animal, not like a person or a centurion. "-could you, uh..." A low, animal-like sound came from its direction.

Though he wasn't all the way awake just yet, he knew a bad situation when he saw one. He started to make out the shape of deep set eyes and a wide, low mouth. It may have looked human, from a distance, but whatever it was, it wasn't like any human he'd ever seen. Panic rose as he realized all of this.

Suddenly, the creature flicked its head to the side and made a raspy growling sound and all of Anders' worst suspicions were proven true.

"Frak." Then he was off and running.

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properdoctor
2009-04-26 02:22 am UTC (link)

Martha jerked awake, the sound of an alarm blaring, her first thought was that she fell asleep at UNIT again. She groaned, and clamped her hands over her ears, forcing her eyes to open a little wider. Martha, licked her lips, and dropped one hand to reach for her cell phone, which wasn’t in her pocket. She frowned and patted herself down. Nothing. That was worry-some, she never went anywhere with out her cell, or her keys. She was in the woods, of an unknown forest, with no idea how she got here.

All of this seemed strangely familiar, but she couldn’t place how. Moving to stand, a sharp pain shot up through her ankle. Sinking back down onto the ground she reached down and rolled up her pant leg, wondering why they were so long. Normally her jeans fit her just right.

“What the” She gingerly touched around the edge, looking for a break in the bone, frowning deeply at her leg. How had she sprained her ankle with no memory of it? Fear pumped through her, she rolled over onto one side, and using the nearest tree started to pull herself up. She froze, when she heard something. It sounded human, which was good. But friend or foe?

Looking at the ground, she scanned the area closest to her for a weapon, luckily there was a tree branch, it wasn’t terribly long, and when she picked it up it creaked. It would break easy too, oh well at least it should shock the attacker, or prove as a distraction. Gripping it tightly, she peeked around the corner, trying to spot what made the noise.

Her head was pounding as the last of the alarms rang only in her ears. She blinked again, and forced her eyes open wider, trying to pull her wits about her. It felt like she was waking up after a really long sleep. And who knows, maybe she was. She heard another sound, and this time most defiantly human.

"Hello?" She called out.

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cbuck
2009-04-26 02:29 am UTC (link)

As he frantically ran through this bizarre forest wearing nothing but his green uniform pants and his boxers under them, he heard a voice call out. Human, or at least human-sounding which was good enough for him. At this point he wasn't even sure if that thing was still chasing him. All of this felt like a nightmare still, and in nightmares, you just run.

"Hello?" Eager to find another person, or at least something that didn't look so horrific as that thing did, he followed the voice. The thought that this could all be a hostile situation never completely left his mind.

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properdoctor
2009-04-26 02:34 am UTC (link)

Gripping her poor broken branch a little tighter, she waited until she heard the voice answer back. Male, it was deeper then hers. She turned her face to the voice. Oh well, if it was bad, she'd have to think of something else.

"My name is Martha Jones..." She called out, maybe it was some one else from UNIT. She edged away from her tree, putting a little more weight on her ankle. At least it could hold her up, she wasn't moving very fast, but if this person didn't mean harm. That shouldn't be an issue.

"Over here." She heard another noise, the sound of grass and twigs being broken, and turned. It was a man, Martha didn't let go of her stick yet though.

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	cbuck 2009-04-26 02:38 am UTC (link)
	Panting and becoming aware of the numbness of his feet, Sam lumbered towards her, trying to keep an eye both over his shoulder for the damn thing that was chasing him and this Martha person. She at least didn't sound like a Cylon. "I'm Anders." Finally he caught a glimpse of her. She was timid looking with that stick, but fully clothed, unlike himself. (Reply to this) (Thread)

properdoctor
2009-04-26 02:49 am UTC (link)

Watching him approch squinted. From what she could tell, he wasn't wearing any shoes, had on sleep like pants, and had probably just rolled out of bed. For now, Martha was going to have to assume he was a civilian, and a friend. She let her stick drop slightly.

"Anders, glad to meet you." She said, tilting her head slightly to look at him. His height would be useful in a fight-if he knew how to use it. She peered around him, but didn't see anything.

Her brain started pounding against her skull, she closed her eyes and willed it away. Something about all this, the running the fear, the fog-it was utterly fimilar. Like she'd done it before.

"I don't suppose you know where we are do you Anders?" She asked, looking around. Something was tugging at her gut, she frowned and looked around again. "I, I think there's more people here." She frowned. "But I can't be sure."

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	cbuck 2009-04-26 02:53 am UTC (link)
	Open-mouth panting, he shook his head. "No idea. I take it you don't either." Finally, he was within normal speaking distance. "What the frak's going on?" Again he glimpsed over his shoulder. There was nothing he could see besides tress, fog, and a blue haze of very early morning. (Reply to this) (Thread)

properdoctor
2009-04-26 03:00 am UTC (link)

Shaking her head no, Martha continued to look around puzzled. For some reason, she kept expecting to see a sparkle of gold light. She blinked her eyes again, clearing away the sand.

"I'm not sure..." Taking a limp forward, she pointed. "I have no idea why, but- I really think we should head this way. It's like...I feel like I've been here before. Like when you think of a word, and it's on the tip of your tongue and you can't get it out?" She nodded to herself. It was too dark to see if there was a trail but; "It can't hurt to keep moving right?"

"So, your from America then Anders?" Martha asked.