Don’t hold out for rescue; none can hear your call.
Characters: Brooke, Gaius Baltar, Troy, open.
Rating: PG-13?
Time Period: Modern.
Location: Near the boat dock.
Relative Date: Early afternoon the day she arrives.
Status: Open. Completed log.
“This isn’t funny!” Brooke’s voice couldn’t even be heard over the sound of the helicopter blades, but it didn’t stop her from screaming as loud as she could. “You can’t just leave me here! I don’t even know where here is!”
Without even thinking, she reached down and pulled off one of her shoes. Balancing herself on her other heel - which was a lot harder than it looked - she threw the other one at the helicopter. It didn’t even make it close to the windshield before it fell into the nearby river. Brooke watched it fall into the water in shock, staring at the ripples it caused in the otherwise still surface. Eventually she pulled her eyes away from the water and looked down at the ground, frowning more at the sight of slightly wet dirt below her feet.
“Fantastic,” she grumbled, still trying to balance on one foot. “That’s just great.”
Reaching for her suitcase was a terrible idea because the moment she tried stretching for it, she nearly fell over. Instead of getting her entire outfit dirty, she decided to just deal with a foot covered in mud. At the very least, she could use the water to rinse it off before changing into a different pair of shoes.
Too bad she didn’t have any hiking boots with her. Or at all.
After cleaning her foot off and changing shoes, Brooke tried not to give into the panic that was slowly unfurling in her stomach. She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and held down the speed dial number for Peyton, the thumb and forefinger of her other hand pinching the bridge of her nose. When she realized that the call wasn’t going through, she pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the screen.
Great, she thought as she shoved it back into her purse, No service.
Finally she turned and started looking over the area. There was no way this was Los Angeles and she highly doubted it was California. As soon as the idea of it not even being America settled into her thoughts, Brooke hit full blown panic mode. She stood in place for a while, her hands covering her face, and kept telling herself to wake up. But each time she slowly removed her hands, she was still in the same unknown place.
Deciding that it might be better to try walking somewhere, Brooke gathered her things and headed off in a random direction. The fear running through her veins propelled her forward quickly as she tried not to think about the horrible things that could be waiting for her in the trees.
“Please don’t let anyone kill me,” she repeated quietly to herself as she wrapped an arm around her torso.
Rating: PG-13?
Time Period: Modern.
Location: Near the boat dock.
Relative Date: Early afternoon the day she arrives.
Status: Open. Completed log.
“This isn’t funny!” Brooke’s voice couldn’t even be heard over the sound of the helicopter blades, but it didn’t stop her from screaming as loud as she could. “You can’t just leave me here! I don’t even know where here is!”
Without even thinking, she reached down and pulled off one of her shoes. Balancing herself on her other heel - which was a lot harder than it looked - she threw the other one at the helicopter. It didn’t even make it close to the windshield before it fell into the nearby river. Brooke watched it fall into the water in shock, staring at the ripples it caused in the otherwise still surface. Eventually she pulled her eyes away from the water and looked down at the ground, frowning more at the sight of slightly wet dirt below her feet.
“Fantastic,” she grumbled, still trying to balance on one foot. “That’s just great.”
Reaching for her suitcase was a terrible idea because the moment she tried stretching for it, she nearly fell over. Instead of getting her entire outfit dirty, she decided to just deal with a foot covered in mud. At the very least, she could use the water to rinse it off before changing into a different pair of shoes.
Too bad she didn’t have any hiking boots with her. Or at all.
After cleaning her foot off and changing shoes, Brooke tried not to give into the panic that was slowly unfurling in her stomach. She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and held down the speed dial number for Peyton, the thumb and forefinger of her other hand pinching the bridge of her nose. When she realized that the call wasn’t going through, she pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the screen.
Great, she thought as she shoved it back into her purse, No service.
Finally she turned and started looking over the area. There was no way this was Los Angeles and she highly doubted it was California. As soon as the idea of it not even being America settled into her thoughts, Brooke hit full blown panic mode. She stood in place for a while, her hands covering her face, and kept telling herself to wake up. But each time she slowly removed her hands, she was still in the same unknown place.
Deciding that it might be better to try walking somewhere, Brooke gathered her things and headed off in a random direction. The fear running through her veins propelled her forward quickly as she tried not to think about the horrible things that could be waiting for her in the trees.
“Please don’t let anyone kill me,” she repeated quietly to herself as she wrapped an arm around her torso.