She awakes... (Active/Open)
Characters: Ziva David, Anyone else?
Content: Ziva wakes up in a strange place.
Where: Ziva's room / Common area of 101
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Confused Ziva? Reuse of app sample for first log
The next, she was waking up, staring at a ceiling that wasn’t the one in her bedroom. Sitting up straight, she pulled her hand out from under her pillow to find that the gun she normally slept with wasn’t in her hand where it should be.
Cursing in Hebrew, Ziva checked every place she kept a weapon. Her second gun, boot knife, secondary knife, and even the paperclip in her pocket were gone. Scowling, she stood up and violently kicked at the bed she had woken up in. From what she could see, there weren’t any signs of the others of her team in this room, and there was no identification anywhere as to where this place was, except for a paper on the desk against the wall.
Grabbing it, Ziva sat back down on the bed, reading and tapping one of her feet. Apparently, she’d been selected for some sort of fighting competition without her knowledge, and this strange arrival was all part of it. She shrugged, finishing the flyer and setting it down on the bed.
“It is time to see how well Gibbs really taught me.” She mumbled to herself, putting her hand on the door handle and walking outside of her room. “Besides trying to find a way home, this is survival of the fittest.” A sly smile appeared on her face. She had a plan, but first, she needed to find someone who knew something. And get any information out of them, in any way possible.
Content: Ziva wakes up in a strange place.
Where: Ziva's room / Common area of 101
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Confused Ziva? Reuse of app sample for first log
The next, she was waking up, staring at a ceiling that wasn’t the one in her bedroom. Sitting up straight, she pulled her hand out from under her pillow to find that the gun she normally slept with wasn’t in her hand where it should be.
Cursing in Hebrew, Ziva checked every place she kept a weapon. Her second gun, boot knife, secondary knife, and even the paperclip in her pocket were gone. Scowling, she stood up and violently kicked at the bed she had woken up in. From what she could see, there weren’t any signs of the others of her team in this room, and there was no identification anywhere as to where this place was, except for a paper on the desk against the wall.
Grabbing it, Ziva sat back down on the bed, reading and tapping one of her feet. Apparently, she’d been selected for some sort of fighting competition without her knowledge, and this strange arrival was all part of it. She shrugged, finishing the flyer and setting it down on the bed.
“It is time to see how well Gibbs really taught me.” She mumbled to herself, putting her hand on the door handle and walking outside of her room. “Besides trying to find a way home, this is survival of the fittest.” A sly smile appeared on her face. She had a plan, but first, she needed to find someone who knew something. And get any information out of them, in any way possible.