Don’t hold out for rescue; none can hear your call.

[ihadmittenson]

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

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[wolf_troy]

Troy had recovered as much as he could from getting impaled by a unicorn. He still could not do very much, and running or lifting things was impossible. He had managed to make his way back to the castle a few days after Jack had left, and were trying to remember where the kitchen was. He had taken human form to be able to clean the wound better, and wrap a bandade around it, before shrugging on a blue t-shirt and some jeans. The long silvery hair had been pulled back into a ponytail

[ihadmittenson]

His attempt to look friendly failed, because the moment Brooke laid eyes on him, she stopped walking. Her eyes fell instantly to the markings on his face and she took a couple steps backwards. The question was nice enough, but it didn't do anything to help her calm down.

In fact, it just made her that much more frightened.

Swallowing around the fear in her throat, Brooke's hand tightened around the strap of her purse. As she stared silently at the man, she tried to remember if she had anything weapon-like in her purse. Unless she counted her keys, she didn't.

But he didn't know that.

"Don't come any closer," she said, trying and probably failing to mask the fear in her voice. "I have a weapon in my purse and I'm not afraid to use it."

[wolf_troy]

Troy frowned in confused at her reaction. He had tried to smile and seem friendly, like Jack had said, still yet this woman reacted with obvious fear. Perhaps a smile was dangerous for her culture. "I am not intending to harm you. I am Troy." he did not smile now, incase that meant some harmful thing to her.

[ihadmittenson]

'Not intending to harm you' my ass. Normally she would have voiced a thought like that, but she didn't really think that pissing this guy off would do her any good. There was no way she was going to just trust his word, though. For all she knew, he was the one that decided to bring her here.

"Troy, great," she said sarcastically. Considering she had no idea what he wanted from her, Brooke wasn't exactly in a name-exchanging mood and, thus, didn't voice hers. "Knowing your name is really helpful. Thanks."