Lost Aftermath, the IC

[Alan Haskayne]

Alan's Yacht
The HMS Humility sailed through the tropical waters of the Caribbean, its massive 528 foot form leaving even the largest yacht owners in awe. Onboard were several people who were not part of the SDC, but instead representatives of Saudi Arabia and her Terrorist allies. The Saudi ambassador was actually the prince who had purchased the Yacht for Alan, in exchange for some FAE (Fuel Air Explosive) bombs for his friends who fight for their freedom against the West. The prince was there to confirm that some distractions would go off to disguise his attack on Mane. The prince looked over the warheads on the deck of the Yacht asking "Why are you giving me these FAE weapons again?" before Alan could answer the informative Caroline said "Fuel Air Explosives are used when the highest loss of life and damage to structures is desired. They offer the largest blasting power of any known explosive besides nuclear." the Saudi man didn't even look at her, and one of his party asked "Are your wives always so talkative Alan?" Caroline looked mildly insulted and Alan quickly said "Caroline dear, won't you head over and check to make sure the fuses are installed properly. The last thing we want is bad fuses." Caroline nodded and gave the Saudis bad looks before going over to the bombs. Alan then finally answered the prince's question "We wish for you to plant these in three US cites, to make panic. Seattle, Baltimore, and Salt Lake City this will cause panic across the United States, and bring them to their knees. I have been assured that this will earn you the highest priced oil export deals to China." the prince smirked slightly and said "The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia has no connection to terrorists, though I am sure we can 'dispose' of these weapons for you." Alan nodded to the prince, the two fo them having an understanding. He then barked orders to his British crew about loading the weapons onto the prince's helicopter. Caroline, honestly disliking what Alan planned to do with these weapons, planted a small device that would signal evacuation in the same cities that had bombs in them, after all, Alan was after the concrete, plastics, and glass, not the organic bits. She sealed the compartment of the bomb she was working on and walked toward the server rooms.

Abby
Winston frowned at Abby and said "Hey, we all make mistakes Abby. Yours was a big mistake, but still, we all make them. Like when I gave Caroline, one of his lackies, codes to the US drone fleet. Now that was a big mistake." he wrinkled his brow slightly at what she said "It isn't your fault, maybe the guy, Simon's fault. From what Alan talked about Simon almost killed him several times. Plus he saved your life, if it wasn't for him you and by extension your child would be dead."

After a few hours of Winston basically explaining a bunch of terrorist bombs were actually supplied by Alan, a man walked in, with a small cart and spoke in a Pakistani accent. He smiled at them and said "Hello my friends, how are you doing this day?" Winston looked up and said "Not too bad, the new arrivals are nice." the Pakistani sat down and handed everyone a plate of food, along with some bottled water. He passed out plastic sporks to them, nibbling at his chicken and rice. He then said "I am another prisoner here, but the Cubans let me cook for everyone. They really like it." there was a guard standing at the door, a woman, eyeing Abby with a gaze that was usually only used by male guards against female prisoners, if you know what I mean.

[Leslie]

Jenna did her typical frowning and staring at the ground at what Simon said. She felt especially bad at the last part of what he said, because she knew exactly what he meant by it. "I'm sorry, Simon......" She said quietly, feeling guilty for possibly making him have to deal with the emotions of killing her, then killing himself. She shook her head slightly. "I guess I just wanted to save my so-called friend" She said, closing her eyes. Then, she just watched him leave, and pulled her "jacket" off, if you could really call it that. That was what had gotten the most bloody. Thankfully, her white shirt hadn't really been hit with any of the blood, because that would be a pain to clean. "I'm going to go talk to my friend, then I will be back to help with everything. Okay dad?" She said to her dad, who just nodded. She wondered how much helping there would really be, or more of doing most if it without her dad (But probably with the help of Simon when he's done), because her dad was kind of injured.

When Jenna got outside, the only friend she saw was Molly. The others had left, understandably. She looked at her friend with a frown. She could tell she looked terrified, especially based on her response when she saw that she was alright. Too bad her friends had to come over when they did, and couldn't of come over, say, earlier, where they may of been gone by the time anything went bad.

"Jenna! You're alright! Thank goodness" Molly said, acting like a big weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She hugged Jenna tightly, who was thankfully not all that bloody now that she got off her bloody 'jacket' (not good with clothes names). "What the hell was that? Your friend is crazy, Jenna. You should stay away from him. He could hurt you, real bad" She said, clearly seeming worried for Jenna and her hanging out with crazy people like Simon.....and acting like she loved him.

Jenna hugged her friend back, seeming kind of spaced out still. "It was just bad timing is all, Molly....He's a good guy. He just has a bad side....and apparently one of my friends was questionable, and it triggered the bad side to come out....We're....we're all okay, that is what matters. As long as assholes don't show up again, he should be fine, for the most part. Don't worry about it Molly. I know you are just looking out for me, but I've known him for longer then you, and he's perfectly fine the majority of the time" She tried to reassure Molly.

Molly sighed in response, not sure what to say exactly, or how to make sure Jenna didn't get hurt by Simon. "Okay.....Just....be careful Jenna. I don't want to lose you. If he becomes threatening, leave right away, okay? And don't turn back" She said, frowning and still looking noticeably worried.

Jenna smiled a little. "Always just looking out for me" She said, patting her friend on the back. "Don't worry Molly, I will. You know I'm careful...Well, at least most of the time" She said. "You should go with the others. Don't miss your party because of this. Enjoy yourselves. I got...work to do" She said, making a face. "And likely some convincing to do and stuff..." She muttered.

Molly smiled at Jenna, but didn't say anything about her complimenting her. She didn't really have a whole lot to say to most of what she said. "Okay Jenna....take care...and good luck" She said to her, still seeming worried, but trusting Jenna's judgement. She hoped she wasn't making a mistake by leaving Jenna here alone. With that, she left, heading down the street, while Jenna headed back inside.

Time Skip Stuff
"No" Jenna said to Simon firmly, in a way that indicated she wouldn't even think about giving it back to him, and he would have to try and fight to get it back. Which, she knew wouldn't be very difficult to do, keeping it away from drunk Simon. When Simon sounded like a little kid protesting sleeping, she shook her head. "Up" She said to him, like she was a parent having to tell her child what to do. She ended up assisting him at getting up in the process, though. As soon as Simon snatched the alcoholic beverage again, she sighed. It felt so wrong to her to be taking care of Simon like this. When he started coughing, she looked worried, but didn't say anything. She only said something when he stopped, and stuck her hand out. "Give it back" She ordered, referring to the alcohol. The next thing he said totally caught her off guard, and she acted as if she had just been put into shock for a moment. Once realization of what he said hit her, she blushed a little too, but was having a hard time knowing what to say to a drunk person calling her pretty. "T-thanks....Simon" She said, finding it a little weird that Simon said that to her. Especially when he considered her a sister. Not that you couldn't call your sister pretty.....but that was a weird thing to say to someone you thought of as a sister when you were drunk. Feeling embarrassed, she quickly moved on to helping Simon up again, to take him to his room. "Come on Simon, get up. Don't make this harder on me then it already is" She said as she worked on pulling Simon up and supporting him, having obvious difficulties taking him upstairs.

"Here we are" Jenna said, arriving to his room, only to have him straighten up a little more and unexpectedly kiss her. She stood there, stunned for a moment. If he kept kissing her, with more then just a little kiss, she would of probably pushed him away. But it was a short enough of a time that she didn't really even think about that. Now that made her feel even more embarrassed then him calling her pretty. Now, based on what Simon said, it was like he just kissed his sister. She would have to ask Simon about that tomorrow. She ended up forcing a smile back at him, before he collapsed through his doorway because his door wasn't completely shut. She shook her head and went inside again, getting him up and dropping him on his bed, quite literally. Since he fell asleep rather quickly, she didn't leave by that time, and had been putting the blankets over him more while he slept. "Sleep tight, Simon" She said, resting her hand on his leg and frowning at him for about 20 seconds, before leaving the room to take care of some matters....like smoking and getting herself drunk, despite the fact she tried to tell herself not to.

First off, she was going to dig Alexandria a hole, so she didn't just, like, rot on the floor. Even though she really didn't feel like digging a hole. She put a sweater on, because it was a little chilly out still, and went outside. Even though she went outside to shovel, she pulled out her pack of cigarette's, took one out, stuck it in her mouth, then lit it. She closed her eyes, slipped the pack back into her pockets, and headed towards the tool shed. She could feel herself shaking, and like she was on the verge of an emotional breakdown from everything happening. With a stressed sigh, she ran her hand over her face {the one without the cigarette}, and headed into the shed, grabbing a shovel.

Then, she did what you would expect someone with a shovel to do, and started digging a hole {while holding her cigarette in her hand that she puffed every now and then}. It was a shovel for a dead person, so that was already automatically a good indication that it would take her a while. Especially to avoid the smell coming out of the hole. And it did. She dug and dug, for quite some time. By the time she was done, she was also done with her cigarette, and getting cold. Along with that, she was worn out, and thirsty, but didn't actually go and get herself any water. For the time being, she had avoided breaking down emotionally, to her relief.

Then, she did her best to pick up Alexandria, which was rather hard, because she was already worn out and not that strong. She eventually got Alexandria outside and into the hole after a long struggle, then started to bury her. This was where she was having a hard time keeping her emotions in again. Burying a once good friend, and knowing that she also killed 2 good friends of hers. One of them dying putting Simon in his current drunk state and emotional problems. She was mixed with sadness for the loss of Alexandria, and anger at Alexandria for what she had become, for what she had done to Leslie and Makayla. So by the time she finished filling in the dirt and patting it down tightly, she dropped the shovel and fell to her knee's, crying and shaking. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt the cigarette hadn't done anything to calm her down and relax her, really. All these thoughts were running through her head, from Alexandria, to Leslie, to Makayla, to Simon's current condition, to her dads situation, to what she heard about Abby with her boyfriend. Pretty much everything that had happened. On top of all of this, she felt some suicidal thoughts come back again, but she pushed them to the back of her mind. Right now wasn't the time to think about suicide. She wasn't just going to kill herself and have Simon wake up to that. Besides: She felt a sort of feeling that she wasn't finished, that there was something she had to fulfill before she died. Maybe it was this feeling for revenge that she felt pounding at her, she didn't know. All she knew was that she had no intentions of killing herself right now, for multiple reasons.

She went over and sat on the back steps {I picture there only being a cement patio with steps down to it from the door), and pulled out another cigarette, lighting it and puffing away at it. She was trying to control her shaking and stress feelings, but it wasn't working. As much as she tried to calm herself down, it didn't seem to work. "Why are things getting so fucked up again?" She asked to herself, shaking her head repeatedly. She put her head into her hands, but avoided like, burning herself on the cigarette. She stayed outside for a while, finishing her cigarette, crying, and so on, then went back inside.

She kicked something random that was sitting on the floor, to try and get some of her anger out, then said "Fuck this" and headed to the alcohol stash her dad had, and where Simon likely got the alcohol from. The first thing she did was grab a Jack Daniel's beer, and she was going to pour it into a glass, but decided to screw it and drink straight out of the bottle. At first, she took a big sip, but then was hit with the overwhelming feeling of alcohol, so she started to sip it slowly so she didn't just spit it all back up. "I'm sorry Simon" She said for no apparent reason. Probably saying that because she was drinking alcohol, even though Simon was trying to stop her before. She knew that Simon and her would probably both regret it in the morning. She didn't know a whole lot about the affects of alcohol, and never experienced it, so she knew this would likely be her first hangover. She kept drinking the beer for a while, and by the time she was done with the beer alone, she felt tipsy. Actually, she was surprised with her complete lack of ever drinking, that she wasn't drunk. "Whoa, this feels so weird" She said to herself, feeling a little off balance when she stepped away from the counter. However, she didn't really care, and grabbed a thing of whiskey instead. She opened it, and again took a big sip of it, like she did with the beer. She regretted this even more then she regretted drinking the beer fast, and started to cough and sputter similar to what Simon did. "Ugh, I feel so....weird" She muttered, closing her eyes and avoiding the urge to throw up the alcohol she just drank, only because she drank it too fast. She went back to slowly sipping it for a while, and by the time what she was drinking was about half empty, she was pretty much wasted.

Jenna was an interesting drunk, to say the least. She would be an even more interesting drunk if she actually had someone to talk to, like Simon. But since she was alone, she only had herself to talk to. Surprisingly, even though she was completely drunk, she managed to get around on her own....sorta. She had to use the counters and walls the whole way out of the kitchen. "Where's the couch?" She slurred to herself, chuckling slightly. "Wow, and I thought this would make me feel better. Holy shit" She said more clearly, but still pretty slurred. She pushed herself off the wall, and nearly fell face first onto the floor. "This is considered an alternative to make yourself feel better when you are depressed and stress? Oh man...." She continued to blabber to herself, and she fell against the side of the couch. "Where's Simon? I love him and I miss him" She said, supporting herself on the side of the couch. "I want to feel his lips against mine again. That was nice" She said thoughtfully. Everything she was saying about Simon she probably wouldn't actually say out loud to Simon....because it would embarrass her. But in her drunk state, it seemed like she spoke her mind more or something. "Maybe he could caress me lovingly and kiss me for hours, and hold me tightly, and comfort me, and make me feel better.....I would like that.....Why can't Simon be here?" She asked nobody, belching and hiccuping, before outright collapsing onto the couch (with her hand hanging off the side of the couch and position looking like she put no effort into falling asleep on the couch in the slightest), and promptly falling asleep for the rest of the day and the night.

Abby
Abby nodded to Winston. She smiled at him. He made her feel a little better about her mistakes in life, but it was still hard on her to have all of these feelings of regret, emotional pain, and pain in general pounding at her. She sighed. "It's just all so.....confusing. I don't know what caused Alan to be like this. Maybe it would of been better if we all just died in the crash.....I don't know......" She said, her head hurting thinking about all the possibilities of how things could be so different right now. It got on her nerves, but that was how the mind worked sometime.

By the time Winston was done, she was having a hard time avoiding falling asleep. Most of what he said made no sense to her, but she liked to learn the information the best she could. Her boyfriend had actually fallen asleep, but she managed to stay up through it all. How Winston could go on for hours explaining that stuff amazed her, and hearing some of what he said didn't make her all to happy, understandably. At first when she saw the cart, she panicked, thinking it was torture equipment or something. But then she realized it was just food, and was relieved. The man seemed nice as well, and she smiled at him. "Thanks" She said to him when he handed them all food and sporks to eat it. She tried it, and smiled even more. "This is delicious, no wonder they really like it. Thank you. I was starving" She said, going back to eating. She didn't turn into a mindless eater, and still ate slowly, even though she was quite hungry. While her gaze strayed, she noticed the girl giving her that....look, that if anyone did it, it was typically male guards giving female guards creepy ass looks like that. Even though she was heterosexual, she almost felt less creeped out by a female giving her that look over a male, because a female couldn't do.....things that could get her pregnant again, or whatever other horrible things male rapists did with their....you know....or other stuff. Not that it would be pleasant, and she visibly shuddered at the thought and scooted closer to her boyfriend, but she felt it would be less unpleasant.

[Edenecho]

Simon frowned slightly,"Next time I see someone and we both freeze, then one runs for the door, just assume they're not worth having as a friend. Well....Hopefully there isn't a next time, but you know what I mean...." He said. After that he just went and took a nice long shower, trying not to have a complete freakout breakdown. Tears mixed in with the water and blood running down his face. He had come so close to killing Jenna's father, and probably Jenna, too. Thank you, Layla, He thought, closing his eyes. He could still hear the song that had stopped him, but just barely. He sighed and let out a stifled sob. He'd only been her for a day, and already he'd likely ruin any chance of being allowed to stay. He'd be back on the streets, back on the run, in a flash. What idiot would be dumb enough to let him stay after that?

(Timeskip)
Simon didn't hear a word of what Jenna said. He was so deeply asleep that a shootout could probably happen in front of the house and he would sleep through it. It was probably a good thing he couldn't hear her, though, because he was probably drunk enough to do everything she said. He would probably feel like shiz in the morning, but for now he was sleeping better then he had in a long time, having weird drunken dreams.

(Timeskip 2)
Simon woke up in the morning wishing he had never drank so much. "Ugh...." He muttered sleepily, pulling a pillow over his head. Why was the sun so damn bright? He groaned and burped, stifling a gag. At least he had a strong stomach, so he probably wouldn't throw up, and would just feel like it. Suddenly the memories of yesterday came flooding back. Well, most of them. There was a point where he couldn't remember a thing. He felt sick, but this time it wasn't from the alcohol. It was from the knowledge that Makayla was dead. Why couldn't it have all been a bad nightmare? He'd asked himself that so many times over the years. He pulled a blanked over his head and sobbed quietly under it. It was dark here, and quiet. Maybe he could hide from reality here. Hide from the pain and the grief. He buried himself deeper in his blankets and cried.

[Alan Haskayne]

Alan
Alan was walking through his yacht, enjoying the long walks it took to get from one place to the other. He arrived at the firing range, walking up behind Yun who was shooting her favorite pistol. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck as she reloaded her weapon. Yun tipped her head back and said "Oh Alan, I was just thinking of you." Alan briefly smiled at her and said "Remember that night in Pyongyang? With the tank?" Yun smiled and asked "How could I forget, the first time a man ever touched me in that way. I would almost say it was romantic, but, I kept hitting my head against the main gun." they both chuckled and Alan asked "Want to recreate that night?" Yun shook her head and said "Sorry, I didn't bring my 130 mm gun. Though, there is something I have been wanting to do. Yun properly tripped and kicked Alan till he was on his knees, then smiled down at him.

About half an hour later Alan was nursing a knife wound on his hand, and.muttering something about not liking it that rough. He went out to the deck and layed next to Captain Isabella, his Cuban representative. She was smoking one of her people's hand rolled cigars, and blowing the smoke into the air, where it would float off the back deck. Alan opened his mouth to say something before Isabella simply said "Not right now, later, when I'm drunk." he looked at her and she just raised an eyebrow "I know you Alan. It is 2 PM, that is when you like the sex." Alan just walked away to save himself embarrassment. Isabella chuckled to herself and took a long drag off her Cigar.

Maybe an hour after that he walked into the cold reaches of his sever rooms, knowing exactly where Catherine would be. She smiled up at him from her cable splicing, and said "Hey Alan. You want sex right? You are actually only 4 minutes and 23 seconds from your average time. Isn't that fascinating?" Alan smiled at her "You silly lonely nerd. You keep track of way too much." she smiled at him with a slight blush "You know I always wanted to be a robot, I guess this would be the closest thing to it." she twisted the cables together, and sealed up the unit she was working on before smiling and saying in a cold emotionalless voice "How may I serve you sir?" sounding robot like. Alan just smiled at her, and went on to do their usual thing.

Abby
The Pakistani man smiled at Abby and said "Where have my manners gone? I am Kamran Khan Rajput, but please?just call me Kamran." he smiled when she liked it "Well thank you, my father taught me everything I know, as his father taught him, and his father taught his father, and so on. Family recipe I thankfully passed on to my son, who will hopefully pass it to his." after Abby took notice of her the guard walked over and said "Te ves tan sexy chica prisionera. No puedo esperar para disfrutar en mi habitación." and gave her a lovely shot of painkiller, which would help right away. She smiled at Abby, and firmly kissed her. She then yanked at her arm and said "Vamos, que no tienen que estar en sus pies de largo." and though Abby, nor anyone there could speak Spanish, it was kinda clear she wanted her to get up.

[Leslie]

Jenna nodded to what Simon said, letting out a sigh and frowning some more. "I would hope I don't have anymore questionable friends.....Well, my only other friends are the 3 girls that were here.....So yeah. I should go check on them...." She said thoughtfully, shaking her head. Shortly after that was when she left.

Jenna had come back inside after talking with Molly, and let out a deep sigh. First, she went to her dad, to make sure he was doing alright. He was, but he wasn't doing like, fantastic. Since he had a hard time walking at the moment, she helped him up. Actually, she ended up helping him to his room, because he said he wanted to lay down. She had already told her dad he could rest while she cleaned things up, even though her dad probably could clean up some things. Once she was in there, she sat her father down, and let him do the rest of what he wanted to do. She gave him a sad frown, and a worried look, but he just smiled at her and told her to go back downstairs and take care of things.

Once she was back downstairs, she let out a sigh. She was tempted to go out for a smoke again, to try and calm herself down (even though she's proven that enough times that it doesn't really do her any good, it's just a habit of hers now), but decided against it, and instead went and got a bowl, filled it up with water, got a wash cloth, and then headed back out into the room where at the moment she really didn't want to go back into. Mostly because of the body parts. When she got back in the room, she gagged again, and had to fight the urge to throw up on the floor yet again. She turned her gaze away, and headed off to the window first, and started scrubbing the blood off. She knew this would be a long, unpleasant cleaning job that would likely add to her nightmares that she knew she would already have from this.

Timelords
Jenna woke up with a groan, feeling very sore from her sleeping position, falling asleep on one of her arms, and her head feeling like it wanted to explode. She pushed herself up slowly, closing her eyes against the shining of the sunlight. "Ugh, it's so bright" She muttered, rubbing her head. "How long did I sleep?" She asked herself, noticing how it seemed like it was early in the morning. She shook her hand, because it felt funny from falling asleep on it. On top of her feelings, she felt really thirsty and extremely nauseated. "Ugh....why do people like drinking so much?" She said, shaking her head, then feeling like she was about to throw up. Which, quickly changed to her rushing to the bathroom and throwing up. After she was done with the throwing up, she rinsed out her mouth, then went and got some water to drink to clench her thirst. One of the things that bothered her the most about yesterdays short-lived consciousness after drinking all of that alcohol was the fact she remembered everything that she had said last night. She heard about people not remembering the night of drinking a lot, and wondered why she had to remember. She really hoped Simon didn't overhear her. It was embarrassing to think about. Her drunken dreams last night didn't help matters any, either.

Noticing that Simon still seemed to be missing, she decided to go check on him and make sure he was okay. Well, as okay as you'd expect to be after hearing that the person you loved died, and got herself drunk. She moved up the stairs rather slowly, because just moving hurt her head, and she still felt like she wanted to throw up again.

When she arrived to Simon's room, she noticed that she apparently never actually shut his door. This made her look embarrassed, because that would of made it even easier for him to hear her drunken ramblings. "You awake, Simon?" She asked, even though she was pretty sure he was awake by the sounds she was hearing under the covers. If he got out of the covers and looked at Jenna, he would notice how she looked like shit, like she felt like shit, and like she was fighting a headache. "You were quite drunk yesterday, Simon. I had to help you up here" She said, sighing, and gazing around his room.

Abby
Abby smiled at the Pakistani. "My name is Abby Fujimoto, but you can just call me Abby" She said, then did a little bow of sorts. "It is nice to meet you, Kamran" She said. When he explained a bunch of stuff about the recipe, she smiled again. "'That is so cool" She said, managing to sound relatively happy at the moment, despite the current situation. All she understood of the guard was "Sexy", and that made her twitch uncomfortably. Her sleeping boyfriend woke up at this point, but didn't really know what was going on. He only really realized something was amiss after Abby got a shot of painkillers, then got firmly kissed by some random girl. "Get off my girlfriend you creep" He said, and Abby's response was to pull away from the kiss, only to be pulled up and not really being able to get out of it very well. She looked a little scared, which was reasonable. "Let go of me" She said, trying to yank her arm free once she was standing. "And what do you want from me?" She added.

[Edenecho]

Simon showered for a little while to make sure that he got all the blood out of his hair and whatnot. Once he was done, he changed out of his now soaking wet clothes and into a dry set of clothes, then headed out to see Jenna cleaning the window. He went over to her and gently took the wash cloth from her. "I'll clean this up, you look after your dad. I just need to know what we plan to do with Drake....Maybe bury him in the backyard or something...." He sighed and started scrubbing the window with the wash cloth he had taken from Jenna. It was clear he wasn't really nauseated in the slightest by Drake's body. He had seen so much worse so many times that he was just used to it now.

(Timeskip)
Simon's sobs abruptly stopped when he heard Jenna come in. There was a sniffle from under the blankets, but he made no attempt to remove them from over his head. He hiccuped faintly and it sounded like he stifled a sob. He made no attempt to speak to Jenna, or acknowledge that she was there in any way, and just stayed under his blankets with tears running down his face.

[Alan Haskayne]

Abby
The guard raised her pistol and fired a shot into Abby's boyfriend's stomach, then turned to Abby and slowly walked toward her "Vamos." and fired another shot into the guy's stomach. She then turned her pistol and fired into Winston's head. She then walked toward the door, and waved her arm for Abby to follow, aiming her pistol at Abby's boyfriend's head to indicate a threat if she didn't follow.

[Leslie]

When Simon came back out, she glanced over at Simon briefly and gave him a bit of acknowledgement, before going back to cleaning. That was until Simon gently took the wash cloth from her hands. It was obviously rather bloodied now, and so was the water she was using to rinse it. So were her hands that were dipping into the water when she rinsed out the rag. It also seemed like when he took the rag from her, her hands were shaking. She didn't even react much to him taking it from her. It still seemed like she was half in shock from what had happened. "My dad is resting right now" She told him, looking at the ground and frowning. "I guess that's the best option we got.....I feel like we are questionable people hiding a body...." She said, sighing. She wondered how much Simon might need to shower again after cleaning up. "I can help you, Simon" She added, since she had said her dad was resting, and there was no real reason for her to disturb him right now.

Time
Jenna frowned at the bed, since Simon didn't really make any indication of coming out of the blankets right now. Which was understandable. If she was in his situation, she would want to just curl up and cry all day, or sleep all day. She pondered telling him about what she saw on the TV yesterday, but really didn't want to make him more worried and upset then he already was. She looked troubled about something, but obviously he didn't notice that. "Simon....." She was about ready to say, when she closed her eyes and made a slight gagging sound, before darting out of the room. From the bathroom not far away, he could hear the sounds of Jenna throwing up, again, but he didn't know it was her 2nd time of throwing up. He probably didn't even really know why she was throwing up, though he could probably guess.

Abby
Abby let out a scream when the guard raised the pistol and fired a shot at her boyfriends stomach. Having no idea what the woman said, she ended up walking backwards when the guard walked towards her. She added sobs on top of everything else, even more so when her boyfriend was shot again in the stomach, and fired into Winston's head. "Stop! Just stop!" She shouted desperately, trying now to protect the nice cook. But when she pointed at her boyfriends head with the pistol, more sobs came out, but she thought at this point getting shot in the head might be welcoming to her boyfriend, who was doubled over in even more pain then he already was, slowly bleeding out from his stomach. Reluctantly, she limped after the guard, sadness, and fear clear on her expression.

[Edenecho]

Simon looked at Jenna when she said her dad was resting, thinking he was kinda being....wimpy. Shade had hit him hard, sure, but it wasn't like he would need to 'rest' from it. sit down for a couple minutes, sure, take some painkillers, sure, but he shouldn't have to totally rest and let his daughter do everything, not to mention leaving his daughter totally alone with the insane guy who had just ripped someone to shreds. "No, Jenna," He said,"I did this, I'll clean it up. But if you reeaally want to help, you can start digging a hole."

Timeskip
Simon basically completely ignored Jenna. He didn't really have anything to respond to, other then her running out of the room and barfing. He didn't even pay much mind to that, because his thoughts were to all over the place. He hadn't told Makayla how he felt because he wasn't sure he could handle the risk of killing her. He'd done it to keep her safe, and because he was to selfish, at least from his point of view, but now he had lost his chance. He could never tell her he loved her, and will never know if she felt the same. He continued to sob under the covers.

[Alan Haskayne]

Abby
The guard pulled Abby along, out of her cell, by grabbing her hair and putting the muzzle of her pistol to her head. She smirked slightly and parted Abby's hair with her pistol "Mmmm, Chica." she pulled her long to her room until there was a loud voice in the halls. Though the two talked in Spanish, it was clear Abby's would be rapist was in big trouble. This was pretty much confirmed when the commander pulled out her own pistol and shot the guard in the heart. She then grabbed Abby's arm and said to her in English "Alan wants you on his ship to take care of that half breed kid of yours, god, he won't stop crying for his mom, day and night." the Cuban young woman then pointed down the hall "Go peacefully, and you will be able to walk around the ship instead of being in a cell."

[Leslie]

Jenna let out a sigh at what Simon said. She didn't like the idea of digging a hole to bury a dead person. It just felt creepy and wrong the way they were doing it. She tried to just not think about it too much, and to just dig the hole and get this whole day over with. "Okay...." She said quietly, spacing out for a moment, before shaking her head to snap herself out of her trance, and then heading outside to dig a hole.

After a little while, Jenna came back in, finished with the task of digging. She glanced over at the corpse for a moment, then closed her eyes and looked away. "I finished digging a hole" She told Simon. She sounded a little breathless. She never really was the most fit, so she got tired easy. Even though she walked a decent amount, it never was enough to make her get in shape for manual labor work. She thought of saying something else, but seemed to be at a loss for words, and ended up just standing there, silent.

Right after that, Jenna's dad came back downstairs, seeming a little slow and like he was supporting himself, but overall doing alright. "I decided only to get a bit of rest, then took some painkillers. Need any help?" He asked Simon, though he looked at both Jenna and Simon to see who answered. Jenna said nothing, and only gave her dad a slight acknowledgement.

Hungover Jenna
Jenna came back into the room a bit later, looking even more sick then she had when she was in here just a bit ago. She seemed a little lightheaded, and like her head was hurting her, and she leaned against the wall to keep herself standing better. She let out a deep sigh, really not wanting to say what she was going to tell him, because of how he seemed to be feeling right now. "I need to talk to you about something I saw on the telly last night, Simon..." She said, looking at the ground and frowning, something clearly troubling her. "But I don't want to make you feel worse...." She said quietly, sighing again.

Abby
"Ooww!" Abby complained while being pulled out of the cell by her hair. It was a reasonable complaint, seeing as being pulled by your hair could be extremely irritating. At least, in her mind. There was nothing she could really do at this point except follow, and sob while following. She had a really bad feeling about this guard, and twitched uncomfortably. She had no idea what Chica meant, but she didn't really think she wanted to know. But then someone intervened with a loud voice, and talked in Spanish to her at this point she assumed would-be rapist, then shot the guard in the heart. She like out a loud gasp of surprise, and backed away, though honestly thankful that the guard was killed. She felt horrible being thankful someone was killed, but she was. "Thank you" She said breathlessly to the Commander. At what the Commander said, she frowned, and felt herself sobbing more again. As much as she didn't want to be on Alan's ship of all places, she would do it for her son alone. "Okay, I'll come...for my son" She told the Commander, then limped off down the hall slowly, letting the Commander keep up since she didn't really know where she was going.

[Edenecho]

By the time Jenna came back in and her dad came in, the blood was pretty much all cleaned up. Once again Simon thought it was a little lame that her dad needed rest at all. You don't rest after you bruise your knee on a wall or something. Not typically, anyway. His wounds were probably bad bruises, but still. 'Resting' Made it sound like he was too weak because the 'wounds'. "No, thanks," Simon said in reply to Jenna's dad's question. With that, he picked up the body, all three pieces, and headed outside to bury them.

When he was done, he came back in. He wasn't quite sure what to do now, or what to say. So he just kinda awkwardly sat there, staring, and hoping someone else would say something. Or not. Maybe being quiet would be better. Then he could just continue his day without someone wanting him to explain what he did. He wouldn't exactly try to hard to explain, though. He saw no reason to try to make what he did not sound bad.

(Timeskip)
Simon's sobs had died down a bit by the time Jenna came back, but he was still buried under his covers. At what she said, he pulled the covers off his head, sat up slightly and just kind of stared at her. It seemed like he was listening, he just didn't feel like saying anything. At least not yet. Chances are he would probably be pretty pissed pretty shortly.

[Alan Haskayne]

Alan's Yacht
Alan put his hands over his ears, muttering "Caroline, shut that kid up." the tech girl gave him an angry glare as she rocked the two year old back and forth, singing to him in French. Yun looked down at Alan "Maybe if you didn't take him from his mother so violently he would be quieter." Yun smacked the back of his head when Alan looked like he was about to curse, not wanting to have him curse in front of a two year old. The child alas continued to cry for his mother, he had sent for Abby, as much as he loathed the idea, but she wouldn't be here for a couple more days. He grabbed the in ship communication phone and said "Communications, get me prisoner control." after a few seconds they transferred him, and he said "Bring Mr. Jane up here at once." he got back a simple "Yes sir."

After 15 minutes the kid was still crying for his mother and Mr. Jane arrived with two armed guards, in handcuffs. Yun walked over and turned the guards away, then brought Noah in and removed his hand cuffs. She quickly gestured to the kid "For the love of god, would you make that kid shut up?" Caroline quickly handed Noah the kid, and said "You are father, you know how to make kid be quiet. Please, I haven't slept in two days." she looked really tired and finished "I nearly blew up this city by arming ordinance instead of disarming it. Please help us."

Abby
Abby was loaded onto a small cargo plane and flown to a small private airfield in Canada, owned by Alan of course. Her captor, Isabella, had stayed with her the whole way, occasionally talking about how great life was on Alan's yacht, about how much Abby would love it there. She also talked about how much fun it was to toy with a girl named Caroline, a shy tech girl who spent almost all her time with the super computers of the ship, even how she had once found her adorablly sleeping in a big tangle of wires in the computer core, and had to drag her back to her room.

[Leslie]

Jenna partly watched Simon picking up the body pieces, which probably spilled blood all over where they were laying, but overall just continued to space out. Seeing as Simon seemed to have it covered, Noah just said "Okay", then after Simon was gone, hugged Jenna. "Hang in there, Jenna" He said quietly to her, noticing how down she seemed to be right now. In response to her dad, she just hugged him and said nothing.

With one of his arms still around Jenna, he looked at Simon. "Give me a good reason for you to stay here, after what just happened" He told Simon firmly. "You come here for barely an hour and this happens? How do I know I can trust you?" He asked, and for the first time in a little while, Jenna seemed to be suddenly more alert. "Dad, don't" She told him, but he spoke up more. "He's a danger to our family, Jenna. He could snap at any moment" He said, and Jenna didn't seem to be pleased. "I know him more then you, dad. He rarely ever turns like this, unless someone or something provokes him. Clearly my so-called friend wasn't how we thought he was. So as long as nobody else I know isn't apparently a jerk, which you know as well as I do that I don't know many other people that he hasn't met already, we should be okay. Same with your friends, dad" She said, and her dad paused for a moment. "Please, dad, he's my best friend and in general he is a great guy" She continued, making some weird face at herself. Was she making herself sound obsessive? She hoped not. And she really hoped she wasn't making a mistake by trusting Simon as much as she did, or else she would either be dead, or probably feel very guilty.

Her dad looked thoughtful for a little while, then let out a sigh, giving in to what his daughter wanted. Honestly, he knew his daughter was his weakness. With her being the only family he had in the states, after his wife died, he couldn't help but give her what she wanted. To easily give in with stuff like this, as long as Jenna wanted it. Like Jenna, he really hoped he wasn't making a mistake, and that he could trust his daughters judgement. She had been with him longer then he had known her, so he decided to just take her word for it. Though, he'd probably be uneasy about the whole thing for a while.

"Alright, Jenna, he can stay" He said, letting Jenna go and turning to Simon. "You can stay" He said, and at that, Jenna clearly lit up more. She went over to Simon and smiled, then if he let her, she hugged him tightly. "I'm glad you get to stay, Simon" She said to him, not sure how Simon felt about the whole thing

Timeskippy
Seeing Simon actually react gave her the impression that he was listening, but to be certain, she kept quiet for a moment, just staring at Simon to see if he said something. When he didn't, she spoke up. "So, I was watching the local news...." She started to say, looking at the ground for a moment then looking back up. "My dads work was attacked, and blown up. I think my dad was the only survivor" She said, and as she spoke, a tear slipped from her eye. After a bit of a pause, she seemed to lose it. "They set my father up! They made him look like the terrorist! This has to be Alan's fault, I know it. He's the one that ordered this!" She said, and tears started streaming out of her eyes, and at the same time she clenched her fist tightly. "He has to pay for this. For all of this" She said bitterly, probably the most bitterly Simon had heard her speak. At least, she sounded more cold and murderous then he'd ever heard her sound. "They made my father read something. They made my father lie on national television" She said, choking back a sob. "They want you to turn yourself in, Simon, to the British authorities, or else they'll kill the President" She told him, and she paused for a moment. "Don't believe it Simon. They'll kill him anyway, I'm sure of it. Please, I need you right now" She said, closing her eyes tightly. "I'm afraid to be left alone" She said, shivering. "They probably want to come after me, and if you leave, that might be the perfect time for them to try and capture me...." She said, and she seemed off balance from being lightheaded and sobbing. She leaned against the wall some more to support herself. She seemed truly scared, worried for her fathers safety, and just upset about the whole situation as a whole. After she finished explaining, she just started to sob, tears streaking down her face.

Noah
Noah didn't react much to anything for a while, like while he was being taken in by the guards. When Yun removed his handcuffs, he had the urge to punch someone, but knew that would just be stupid. Instead, seeing that they brought him here to calm down a child, he felt even less like doing a suicidal punch on someone. As he could tell, none of these guys seemed to know how to properly take care of a child, so when he was handed the child, he decided to do his best. He rocked the kid slowly, going "Shhh" to it while walking around the room. Even though it was a boy, he put himself in a mindset to pretend as if he was rocking Jenna when she was a baby. That brought a tear to his eye, thinking of Jenna, and Jenna when she was a baby in her mothers arms, but he continued anyway. Abby's kid seemed much more calm in Noah's arms, but that may just be because he had experience. And after probably 5 or so minutes, the kid calmed down and actually completely fell asleep. Another tear escaped him while he was still thinking about Jenna, and the days of when Jenna was a newly born, before he looked back to the others and showed them that the kid was completely asleep.

Abby
Abby just went along with everything that was going on, figuring there was nothing else worth trying to do that would accomplish anything at all. She also pretty much just listened to Isabella throughout the whole journey, not really adding anything of her own to the "conversation". The "Conversation" was very one-sided, since Isabella might as well been talking to herself. Then from there on, she pretty much just "enjoyed" the rest of the trip to the small private airfield in Canada.

[Edenecho]

When Jenna's dad told him to give him a good reason to let him stay, he just kind of stared at him. "You don't. I don't even trust myself," He replied, frowning. He actually looked kind of annoyed at Jenna, but didn't say anything until she was done. "Even after all the time we've spent together, stuck on the island with Alan, you're still blind to the monster I am," He said to her,"You think I'm not a danger but that just makes you blind to the obvious. I killed my wife, Jenna, what makes you think you're safe?" He clearly wasn't doing very good at giving her dad the idea that he should be allowed to stay, but he wasn't exactly trying to. When her dad said he could stay, he kind of looked at her dad in a way that was a mixture of looking like he thought he was a massive pushover, and wondering if blindness to danger ran in the family. When Jenna hugged him, he didn't really respond. He made no attempt to hug her back and just kind of stood there.

(Timeskip)
Simon stared back at Jenna as she stared at him. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised an eyebrow, clearly wondering why she wanted to talk then didn't say anything. He listened quietly to what she said, frowning when she said her dad's work was attacked. "I believe you," He said when she seemed to lose it with saying her dad was set up. He twitched at the mention of Alan, "He will," He said quietly. His voice was calm, almost emotionless, but something about it was bone-chilling. Perhaps it was how calm and how certain he sounded when talking about someone paying. He let out a kind of humorless laugh/scoff. "As if I care if they kill the president. 1, I couldn't care less about politicians, 2, He's a crap president and I would rather him dead." He gave a slight shiver, then looked at Jenna,"I'm not leaving you. Not while Alan may come after you. If he tries to hurt you," He shivered again, but this time is was kind of different. Less like he was cold or something and more like he just had no control over it. When she started sobbing, he slowly stood up and put his arms around her."I won't let anyone hurt you," He said quietly,"And I will find out what's going on, and stop it," As he held her, she could likely feel that he was trembling non-stop, but he didn't seem to notice or care. If she could see his eyes she would see his gaze was cold and angry, but he was in control.