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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.