[Isabel] The Great Pirate Hunt
Who: Isabel
Where: Outside the prison
When: Day 24, early evening
Invited: Anybody who's coming Jack Sparrow hunting
Status: Winding down
Isabel watched the sky starting to darken with a frown. Going after Sparrow wasn't going to be pleasant, and would be even less appealing in the dark. Still, it had to be done, and now the group made their preparations and gathered at the start of the trail. Isabel had followed it to the edge of the trees, but decided to wait for the others before she attempted to follow it. The start at least had been pretty clear, but people with more knowledge of such things would no doubt be essential as the light faded.
She'd found a DHARMA backpack and used her powers to strip the logo patch from it, leaving a darker circle of fabric which hadn't faded since it was made. It was shoddy, but much better than leaving the logo on. The backpack bulged with supplies - some food, a couple of bottles of water, and four makeshift torches which she could light with a thought when it got too dark under the forest canopy.
Footsteps behind her made her turn warily, but she relaxed when she saw it was only more hunters.
"Is everyone here yet?" she asked them, looking around and wondering exactly how many people were supposed to be coming. "Where's Dr. Jackson?"
Where: Outside the prison
When: Day 24, early evening
Invited: Anybody who's coming Jack Sparrow hunting
Status: Winding down
Isabel watched the sky starting to darken with a frown. Going after Sparrow wasn't going to be pleasant, and would be even less appealing in the dark. Still, it had to be done, and now the group made their preparations and gathered at the start of the trail. Isabel had followed it to the edge of the trees, but decided to wait for the others before she attempted to follow it. The start at least had been pretty clear, but people with more knowledge of such things would no doubt be essential as the light faded.
She'd found a DHARMA backpack and used her powers to strip the logo patch from it, leaving a darker circle of fabric which hadn't faded since it was made. It was shoddy, but much better than leaving the logo on. The backpack bulged with supplies - some food, a couple of bottles of water, and four makeshift torches which she could light with a thought when it got too dark under the forest canopy.
Footsteps behind her made her turn warily, but she relaxed when she saw it was only more hunters.
"Is everyone here yet?" she asked them, looking around and wondering exactly how many people were supposed to be coming. "Where's Dr. Jackson?"