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Post by tasha on May 29, 2012 23:11:06 GMT -5
Cait slowly moved her way through Dublin, her home for eighteen years. Sure she liked to go home to the States, but there had changed. Here has well, ever since that night her and others had been called, she guessed was what it was called. She hated it. She did not let the other rangers know, but she did not want this. What hurt her most was she did not get a choice. She never did. She did not choose to move here, or if she wanted to be a ranger, to fall in love, to obey orders of her superiors. She wanted to run, then again that did not go so well the first time.
She shook her head, she remembered that day, they day her group met up for the first time since that day they were chosen. Ever since her coming back to Ireland after the Purge, she had a new prospective in and on life. But it was too lonely, at least for her. Lewis was always busy, and the others, including her sister.
Cait made her way to the park, with a physiology book in her hand. She looked up hearing a little nickname a lot of people told her. She looked around, as she was alone under the tree. What caught her attention the most was when the voice said "mentor for galaxy rangers." she got up and began to walk to the pub, even though there were many, she went to the one she was recognized the most with and went in.
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Post by spencerreid on May 30, 2012 17:52:02 GMT -5
Spencer Reid AKA The Doctor was on a fun little trip to Ireland. He had flown to the wonderful country to meet a very special woman. He was there to meet a new ranger by the name of Caitlyn. The reason he wanted to visit her was because she was the Technology expert of their team. He flew his ship Tardis to Dubin and landed in an ally and cloaked it and stepped out. He was wearing his trademark brown suit, yellow chuck taylors and his brown trench coat. He had his hair spiked in it's normal fashion. He pulled out his favorite little tool called the sonic screwdriver and honed in onto Caitlyns power source and began to speak into it like a mic.
"Hello Caitlyn, The Doctor is in. Please meet me at the closest pub in town. I will meet you there."
The Doctor then stuffed the tool back into his coat and began to stroll off into town with a certain swagger in his step. As he did Girls turned their heads but he paid no mind. He was on a mission. A fun mission he hoped. As he approached the pub he looked into the window and saw a blonde sitting at a table in the back and pulled out his screwdriver and pointed it at her and scanned her. She had the source so he walked in and sat down across for her.
"Ello there, I'm Spencer Reid. I am a Doctor. Some say I am "The Doctor" to go to for what ever bothers you."
He then winked at her grinning as he crossed one leg over the other smiling.
"Don't worry your not in trouble. This is a social visit. I heard your the technical pro of your little outfit. Thought you would like to learn some and take a stroll."
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Post by tasha on May 31, 2012 20:27:10 GMT -5
She turned, her almond hair brushed off her shoulder as she looked at a, or the man who had called her here. She tilted her head to the side curious. She studied him as he approached her; she was curious, as this was a random meeting with anyone. “Um please to meet you? But....I'm sorry...were you the one that called me?.....and if so how?" Her curiousoty summoned within her, which was off for her since she was commonly shy. Everyone here who knew her knew that.
She watched him as he spoke. Surely he didn’t know about them, did he? It was impossible… she shook her head mentally. “I don’t mean to sound rude, but who again are you? And how do you know me? I think I would have remembered if we would have met??"
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