It could be here - it's your new frontier...
Georgia has been trying to keep off the ankle she twisted her first night here. Today, she finally got claustrophobic and fed up with holing up in the cabin with Shaun - even if it is arguably the most secure building here, and that's just sad - and decided to explore the barracks.
There's not a lot to explore here. And she's decidedly unimpressed with what she's seen so far.
At the moment, she's walking up the stairs to the top of the wall, moving gingerly - her ankle's still wobbly, she's barefoot as she had no interest in walking around in heels, and she's trying not to trip over the bottoms of the too-large pants she borrowed from Shaun. Her brother is trailing her, just like he has been since they left the cabin, like a lost puppy. A really heavily armed lost puppy.
Emily is sitting on the front steps in front of her cabin, staring at her hands laced together in front of her. Hotch is gone. He doesn't show up on the comm when she looks for him, he's nowhere else in the barracks, he's just... gone. Reid and JJ's cabin was empty too, when she checked, and they're not the only people missing after the Carnival.
It's all she can do not to start arranging search parties, or just head out into the woods and try to find them herself... but it's a big forest, and she knows what's out there. She's one person, with no magic powers, no real experience with this sort of thing, just one small gun and not enough bullets. Emily swallows hard, and rests her forehead against her clasped hands, feeling sick and small and useless. God, she hates this place.
There's not a lot to explore here. And she's decidedly unimpressed with what she's seen so far.
At the moment, she's walking up the stairs to the top of the wall, moving gingerly - her ankle's still wobbly, she's barefoot as she had no interest in walking around in heels, and she's trying not to trip over the bottoms of the too-large pants she borrowed from Shaun. Her brother is trailing her, just like he has been since they left the cabin, like a lost puppy. A really heavily armed lost puppy.
Emily is sitting on the front steps in front of her cabin, staring at her hands laced together in front of her. Hotch is gone. He doesn't show up on the comm when she looks for him, he's nowhere else in the barracks, he's just... gone. Reid and JJ's cabin was empty too, when she checked, and they're not the only people missing after the Carnival.
It's all she can do not to start arranging search parties, or just head out into the woods and try to find them herself... but it's a big forest, and she knows what's out there. She's one person, with no magic powers, no real experience with this sort of thing, just one small gun and not enough bullets. Emily swallows hard, and rests her forehead against her clasped hands, feeling sick and small and useless. God, she hates this place.