[ o n e] The first thought that had crossed her mind when she started to rouse was that Doyle had something new in store for her. Her last memories had been of being tied to the chair and getting a new tattoo not of her choosing. That juxtaposed against the boards of a ship had given her pause, taken a few moments to get her mind up and working. Yet once it had, she had buttoned up her blouse and tried to take stock of her current situation.
She couldn't say that she looked her best, but at the moment it also wasn't a concern. Trying to figure out where she was and what was happening was what was important. It was why when the floating ship docked, (which still made Emily's head hurt to think about) she shuffled off. The answers that had been provided were limited and very lacking, leaving her frustrated. Not that she took it out on anyone, but a frown crossed her face as she glanced at the map and device that had been given her.
"Out of the pot and in to a possible fire."
[ t h r e e ] She had been in plenty of places over the years, traveling all across the world with her mother. There had been plenty of new things to learn; people, names, locations, words in general. It was part of the reason as to why she was fluent in more than just English. She had taken a wrong turn plenty of times, ending up in locations that were both better and worse than her original destination.
Today, somewhere amongst the left and rights that she had been meaning to take, she had gotten herself turned around. On the main island to try to shop a bit before making her way to the police station, Emily realized soon enough that it was wrong. She had tried to backtrack, although her mind had been occupied. It had been before coming here as well, but the thought that Doyle was still out there, even if he seemingly wasn't here, did still distract her. With a soft exhale, Emily realized that yes, she was lost. "Great. Less than a week and already I'm lost."
Emily Prentiss | Criminal Minds
The first thought that had crossed her mind when she started to rouse was that Doyle had something new in store for her. Her last memories had been of being tied to the chair and getting a new tattoo not of her choosing. That juxtaposed against the boards of a ship had given her pause, taken a few moments to get her mind up and working. Yet once it had, she had buttoned up her blouse and tried to take stock of her current situation.
She couldn't say that she looked her best, but at the moment it also wasn't a concern. Trying to figure out where she was and what was happening was what was important. It was why when the floating ship docked, (which still made Emily's head hurt to think about) she shuffled off. The answers that had been provided were limited and very lacking, leaving her frustrated. Not that she took it out on anyone, but a frown crossed her face as she glanced at the map and device that had been given her.
"Out of the pot and in to a possible fire."
[ t h r e e ]
She had been in plenty of places over the years, traveling all across the world with her mother. There had been plenty of new things to learn; people, names, locations, words in general. It was part of the reason as to why she was fluent in more than just English. She had taken a wrong turn plenty of times, ending up in locations that were both better and worse than her original destination.
Today, somewhere amongst the left and rights that she had been meaning to take, she had gotten herself turned around. On the main island to try to shop a bit before making her way to the police station, Emily realized soon enough that it was wrong. She had tried to backtrack, although her mind had been occupied. It had been before coming here as well, but the thought that Doyle was still out there, even if he seemingly wasn't here, did still distract her. With a soft exhale, Emily realized that yes, she was lost. "Great. Less than a week and already I'm lost."