Theresa "Tess" Servopoulos (
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paradisalogs2014-05-24 09:22 am
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NINETEENTH SHOT
Who: Tess and Kate
What: JUNGLE SURVIVIN'
When: Jumanji plot. I'm just making things up.
Where: The... castle... all jungley...
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Tess has been in the jungle for far too long now, and it hasn't even been all that long.
And frankly, she’s sick of it already –– as much as she enjoys the sights and smells, it’s the kind of place that wreaks havoc on her anxiety, given the close quarters of trees and rock and plant growth. Any turn could have something jumping out at her, and in territory without a lot of potential for improvised weapons, that’s not a very good situation. Without any clear line of sight, every obstacle hides a potential threat, and the fact that the jungle is also technically a castle makes it even harder, as the castle’s stonework is embedded in the jungle floor and walls block off a lot of directions as escape routes.
As such, Tess is clutching her gun very, very tightly as she slips through the trees, so tight that her hand starts cramping a little.
Then she slips on a thin patch of slick mud overtop the cobblestones and right down a set of stairs. Fuck. All she needed on top of this was a bruised tailbone and skinned palms, which is exactly what she winds up with. Her gun clatters out of her hand in the process, and at the bottom she’s more frantic to get her gun back than to assess the damage.
And to her great alarm, she spies her gun at someone else’s feet –– someone who is none other than Kate Beckett. There’s no threat to herself, she knows, but her gun...
“Do not touch that,” she growls as she picks herself up to rush over. It’s low and dangerous.
(It figures she would see Kate in person for the first time since Kate’s return when she’s even scrappier-looking than her usual street-crawling, drug-smuggling average.)
What: JUNGLE SURVIVIN'
When: Jumanji plot. I'm just making things up.
Where: The... castle... all jungley...
Rating:
Tess has been in the jungle for far too long now, and it hasn't even been all that long.
And frankly, she’s sick of it already –– as much as she enjoys the sights and smells, it’s the kind of place that wreaks havoc on her anxiety, given the close quarters of trees and rock and plant growth. Any turn could have something jumping out at her, and in territory without a lot of potential for improvised weapons, that’s not a very good situation. Without any clear line of sight, every obstacle hides a potential threat, and the fact that the jungle is also technically a castle makes it even harder, as the castle’s stonework is embedded in the jungle floor and walls block off a lot of directions as escape routes.
As such, Tess is clutching her gun very, very tightly as she slips through the trees, so tight that her hand starts cramping a little.
Then she slips on a thin patch of slick mud overtop the cobblestones and right down a set of stairs. Fuck. All she needed on top of this was a bruised tailbone and skinned palms, which is exactly what she winds up with. Her gun clatters out of her hand in the process, and at the bottom she’s more frantic to get her gun back than to assess the damage.
And to her great alarm, she spies her gun at someone else’s feet –– someone who is none other than Kate Beckett. There’s no threat to herself, she knows, but her gun...
“Do not touch that,” she growls as she picks herself up to rush over. It’s low and dangerous.
(It figures she would see Kate in person for the first time since Kate’s return when she’s even scrappier-looking than her usual street-crawling, drug-smuggling average.)
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"No." she replied darkly, because the only creatures she had ever killed had been human. "I grew up in the city. The closest I ever came was squashing spiders in the bathtub."
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She pauses to consider what jungle creatures might be afoot.
"How much worse could an elephant be? A gorilla, or a rhino?"
Come to think of it, she's not even sure if rhinos live in the jungle. They sure as fuck weren't in Tarzan that she can remember.
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"I wouldn't put it passed the castle to drop all three on us at once," Kate mused, because she doubted the castle cared where rhino's lived. It seemed to play by its own rules.
"I take you have experience hunting animals like these?" Kate asked, her tone a little hopeful. It would be great if at least one of them had a general idea of how to bring something down. Kate had heard enough stories about gorillas and chimpanzees to be spooked.
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"No. Just a couple dogs, the rest people... or former people."
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Kate paused then, catching Tess' eye and frowning.
"Does that mean what I think it means?"
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Kate mostly mutters it to herself, cringing slightly as she thinks about it. It sounds like some kind of crazy theory Castle would come up with for a case, but it's obviously real. For the first time, Kate had no reason or instinct to doubt her.
"Compared to that, my life is a picnic," Kate admitted.
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Now she's just got to be extra careful with her supply of bullets. She can't afford to waste any on anything small if they need to deal with anything with a thick hide.
"And keep your eyes on the treetops, too. I think leopards can climb trees."
If leopards even live in the jungle. Maybe she's thinking of jaguars. Or lions.
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"I was trapped in a room with a tiger once," Kate admitted, continuing to walk ever as her eyes were on the treetops. "I survived that, I'm sure as hell not getting eaten by one here."
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"What, cornered him in the questioning room for assault or something?"
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"Not exactly," she said, shaking her head but her smile didn't entirely fade. "We were taken hostage by a exotic animal smuggling ring. The tiger broke through the wall." That wasn't exactly the way it went, but Kate wasn't going to go into the complicated details.
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"It wasn't Castle's fault," she said, smirking. "We were checking out a lead and ended up getting blindsided."
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"Blindsided says it all."
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"He's lucky he's not dead."
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