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James Tiberius Kirk (illdoitinthree) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-30 01:44:00

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!dropped, day 13, james t. kirk, leonard mccoy, location: barn, open, shannon rutherford

Day 13; Noon; Woods near the Barn
Who: James T. Kirk + anyone/everyone
What: Kirk explores.
When: Somewhere near noon
Where: On a trek past the barn (GET IT? A TREK! I made a funny)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Active

It would be, he mused, if he had some company. And not just any company either, but good company. Good, fun, hot company. Because then he'd have an excuse to actually be out here in the middle of effin' nowhere and he'd have a reason to be investigating. Instead, he was roaming around without a single clue as to what he was even doing here, much less how he got here in the first place. But so far, the only other people he had seen were the two he had woken up with. Ugh, even just thinking that made his skin crawl. Not to be misunderstood, the girl was hot. Extremely so.

Sexy and fit and built. And just plain sexy. But her male companion was a different story and he seemed to love making a general ass of himself. Jim shrugged it off and pushed them out of his thoughts. He had other things to worry about it then a disgruntled clown who had nothing better to do than try to assert his 'masculinity' by picking fights. Not thinking about this anymore, he reminded himself and looked around at his surroundings. Everything looked the damn same to him, it was trees around trees, around more trees. And to make matters worse, he couldn't see anything above them.. maybe if he climbed one he might be able to see a building..

Without a second thought (besides, I'd better not die), he picked a large tree and put his kit at the base of it. The trunk was thick and sturdy. He grabbed a branch as high as he could reach and began his climb up. Jim kept climbing quickly until several branches under his left foot snapped loudly and fell to the ground. He slowed his progress but managed to make it above most of the foliage and looked out, another branch snapping. He could see.. something that looked distinctly like a tower.. a clock tower? Kirk mused and looked closer around, noticing a small building that looked more like a shack than anything else near the path he had been walking on. He let out a frustrated sigh before he felt the branches below his feet trembling. "Oh shh--" his words got caught in his throat as both the branches snapped under his feet, and he fell, landing on a sturdier branch, right between his legs.

"OHH SHIT," he groaned, turning over and landing on the ground on his feet before toppling over. Owww, he cried mentally, cradling his jewels pathetically. Did he already mention he was not having a good time?

He could feel Little Kirk crying.

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ballerinadreams
2009-06-30 08:20 am UTC (link)

The past few days had been especially bad, draining all of Shannon's energy completely away. Any and all sunshine had gone from her; she was tired. Having woken up to find the gash in her side completely healed and barely scarred was fucked up enough - not that she minded, of course - but to take note that the whole town seemed to be back to normal was almost too exciting for her exhausted self to take.

...until she went to the thrift shop and had only seen a couple of new people she didn't recognize when she looked through the window. Until she peeked into the gym and still saw no Anders. Until she went to the theater and shouted for Cheryl only to be ignored. Shannon couldn't even bring herself to go to the gas station. It was too hard to see Jay so broken and if Anders was gone still and so was Domeki - not to mention the not-quite-confirmed notion that Cheryl was among the dead - the likelihood was that Bob would be, as well.

So, Shannon decided that she needed to be...away. While she loved her little museum-dwelling make-shift family to bits, she just wanted to be alone for a little while. Every last bit of her wanted to scream and not a single piece of her had the strength. She needed people to leave her alone like they had on the Island. The people on the Island had practically turned a blind eye on her; except for Sayid, she'd been practically invisible after Boone died. Here, there were too many people who cared that she was okay for her to fade into the shadows. Here, there was Sam. Not quite a poor man's Sayid but neither a better imitation, even without anyone else's help, Sam alone made it impossible to hide. It wasn't to say she didn't appreciate him because she did, nor was it to say that she wanted her space because she didn't...usually. But Shannon thought maybe just an hour or so would be enough for her to relax. All that said, she took a walk.

She'd gotten to the end of the road and stood, staring, at the glass wall for a few minutes, for the third time that day. With the barn at her back, Shannon pressed her forehead against the wall and closed her eyes, hands rested on it on either side of her head. There was no getting out. The wall was still strong, steady, and intimidating as ever.

The sound of tree branches snapping and leaves rustling pulled Shannon's attention and, eyes wide, she whirled in place. Weevil. Run, she told herself reflexively. But, it wasn't a Weevil; it was a man. A new one, unless she was mistaken or he hadn't bothered writing in the journal the whole time. She winced as he toppled over, hands at his groin and she made her way toward him. "Hey, ouch...you okay?" she asked, brow furrowed as she looked down at him, hands pushing her skirt down against her legs given that she was towering over him just then and no way was a complete stranger getting a peep show. "I didn't see the whole of that but it sounded painful as hell..." she sympathized.

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illdoitinthree
2009-07-01 07:16 am UTC (link)

Jim tried. He really did, even in his immense state of pain, he tried to sneak a peek. Alas, the girl was smarter (and quicker than he was) and pressed her skirt against her legs. Damn it. Opportunity missed, he mused as he tried to roll over without causing further harm to his genital area. He didn't know who she was and he really didn't care at the moment, but it was still rather embarrassing being in such a.. painful situation in front of her. He figured he was already in a bad light. He got on his knees and took some deep breaths.

"I'm fine," he muttered and looked up to offer her a pained smile. "And it didn't just sound painful.. it was pretty painful.." He was about to stand up but decided against it when his area started objecting. Maybe he could stay here like this.. for the next few hours or so..

Jim managed to fall back and sit down on his ass, a strained look still on his face. "Well.." he started, taking a deep breath, "This is.. the second best way I can think of to meet someone new." He would offer to shake her hand or something equally polite but he wasn't exactly in the best shape to do that. He looked around quickly and wondered where she came from. At least she was proof that there were other people here, and not just him and the other two from Military Base Asshole. He shook his head and gave her a smile. "I'm Jim Kirk. It's.." he winced, "a pleasure."

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