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Nov. 28th, 2007 @ 05:20 am (no subject)
Dr. Arica Weiss was walking down the hall to take some case notes to one of her colleagues, when she saw Agent Hannigan in the waiting area. Turning to her assistant, she asked, "What's he doing here?"

"He said he needs to speak with you," Nadine Travis responded. "I told him you were in a conference and he's been waiting since. Is something wrong?"

Arica forced herself to take a deep breath. "I hope not. Escort him to my office and tell him I'll be right there."

Nadine nodded and went to do just that as Arica continued down the hall to finish the task at hand, entering Dr. Tom Anderson's office. "Here are the notes you needed Tom," she said.

Tom glanced up at his boss, sensing something wasn't right. "What's up Arica?"

"There's a guy here to see me..." She didn't mention the only way she remembered him, as the "guy who tried to rape Brittany".

"Is he one of the terrorists?" Tom asked, immediately on alert.

"He's CIA, but I don't trust him," she explained simply.

"You're not telling me everything, Ari, but your instincts are good enough. I'll let security know to watch him and I'll sit in on the meeting with you."

"He won't let you. Besides, he's CIA. I'm not sure it'd make a difference." It was good to know her people cared about her.

"Maybe not," Tom agreed, "But we all took the anti-terrorist and defense classes because of what happened last time. We're not going to let it happen again."

Arica finally nodded. "Alright Tom, but he's going to want you to leave."

"And if you're comfortable with that, I will."

Feeling more confident, knowing that her people supported her, she headed back to her office, Tom following. "Agent," she nodded in greeting. "This is my assistant director and senior forensic chemist, Dr. Tom Anderson. How can we help you?"

ooc: for personnel see [info]forensic_lab
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Sep. 24th, 2007 @ 01:06 am (no subject)
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Jun. 17th, 2007 @ 12:21 am 5trueloves
Need to be Needed )
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May. 19th, 2007 @ 12:06 pm (no subject)
I feel loved when...

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Language is Physical Touch

<th colspan="2">My Detailed Results:</th>
Physical Touch: 11
Quality Time: 9
Acts of Service: 4
Words of Affirmation: 4
Receiving Gifts: 2

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Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.

Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.

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May. 8th, 2007 @ 09:36 pm Who has made you smile recently?
Current Music: theatrical muse
Who has made you smile recently?

Eric of course. He can always make me smile… whether it’s with a joke or a comment… or even a look. He’s always had that “power” as it were. He can also make me blush anytime…but that’s another thing entirely isn’t it? Maybe, maybe not… I guess, because I usually either laugh at him or slap him.

Then of course there’s my kids. They make me laugh every day. Their innocence and happy view of the world reminds me of the way the world should be seen… the way the world should be, where the biggest worry is what to put on the list for Santa Claus each year.

My friends make me laugh as well. Brittany’s sense of humor is different than mine, but she can make me laugh. Then there’s Mike. He can be anything from funny to stupid [so sorry Mighty Mouse!]

Arica Davidson Weiss
Original Character [Alias]
Word Count: 151
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Mar. 9th, 2007 @ 09:16 pm Fragile
Fragile

I was once pretty fragile. Still am in some respects. The cultural stereotype still held today is that women are more emotional. But in my case, I suppose it’s true. It’s not as bad as I used to be… but still. I’m an emotional person. And there are some things in my past that I’d just as soon forget, that sometimes come back and I do feel fragile then.

One of the many nice things about having Eric in my life is that he carries me through those spells, just as I take care of him. And believe me, men are big babies when they’re sick. Eric was just sick last week… throwing up… half out of it. He still tries to go in to work and I finally convince him that he needs to stay home and he spends the next hour, whining and moaning and groaning, until I finally convince him it’s okay to go to sleep.

*sighs*

Men.

Course they do say “women” with that exasperated sigh as well. So I guess it’s all even.

Arica Weiss
Original Character
Word Count: 179
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Feb. 6th, 2007 @ 08:36 pm What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?

”What are you waiting for Arica?” a voice finally pierced through the fog. “We have to get out of here!”

The building was coming down around them, a part of her brain finally acknowledged. “Eric!” she cried out. And suddenly he was there, picking her up in his arms and running out of the building to safety. He made it as far outside as he was comfortable and lowered her to the ground, shielding her with his body as the building finally exploded, throwing shrapnel to the four winds.

She knew that when it was over, he stand up and ask her if she was okay… about what had happened in there… about her hesitation. She knew that he’d fall right into agent mode and takeover the scene until everyone else arrived… until the CIA was there to investigate and clean up. But in that one moment, when the world was going to hell around them, she felt amazingly safe. Maybe a bit smothered, but safe in the arms of love.

Arica Weiss
Original Character – Alias
Word Count: 171
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Dec. 28th, 2006 @ 10:29 pm Unexpected Romance
Talk about a memorable (or unexpected) kiss at a holiday party.

Unexpected Romance

I was in college when I got my first kiss. Maybe that’s corny or naïve, but maybe not. Anyway, I had been dragged to one of the usual post finals campus bashes that my friends liked to frequent and I ran into an old friend I hadn’t expected to see again.

Joshua and I had been childhood friends and high school sweethearts, but we went our own ways in the end. His father was very wealthy and had Joshua’s life planned out, despite being quite distant from his son. Joshua’s plans included going on to be a lawyer, and they didn’t include a so-called “normal” life, or in other words, me. I could tell that he was surprised to see me as well.

We talked, then we danced and talked some more, both of us trying to keep our distance because neither of us thought anything would come of the relationship… that anything could. I despised the way Joshua’s father ran his life and didn’t care for the fact that Joshua allowed it. I wasn’t going to let anyone run my life – millionaire or not.

Before the evening was over, before he left, he pulled me to the side and kissed me lightly on the lips, a kiss which immediately deepened. In that kiss were all the memories, wishes, hopes, dreams, we’d had about our lives. When we parted, he smiled at me, stroked my cheek and apologized, because though he wanted things to be different, he couldn’t let it happen and ultimately, it wasn’t to be.

Arica Weiss
Original Character
Word Count: 259
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Dec. 5th, 2006 @ 01:50 am Dance
I Hope You Dance

Arica sat on a chair on the backyard patio, watching as the children played in the backyard. The twins were going full throttle, running around the yard and shrieking with delight. Ashley, on the other hand, seemed content to hang back and watch, almost in awe, as her siblings generally caused a fuss.

Ashley babbled something loudly at the two a moment later and they raced over to tickle her and make funny faces, which sent her into a giggle fit as she fell back on the floor.

Arica found herself desperately hoping that her children would never know the horrible realities of this world, hoped that they would never have to face the things she had been forced to…

“Mommy, why are you sad?” a voice asked suddenly, startling her from her thoughts.

“I’m just thinking,” she replied softly, offering a smile of reassurance.

“About sad things?”

“Just thinking about a bad dream. But it’s all fine now.”

“Oh. Okay Mommy.” And off the twins were again.

And things were fine.

Arica Weiss
Original Character
Word Count: 172
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Oct. 28th, 2006 @ 12:47 am Tunnel Prompt
It was the only way she saw, so she ran toward it. She didn't have a clue what she'd find on the other side or who she might find, but she had to keep running, keep moving... She had to try to live... to survive. She'd survived worse and Eric would come find her. Besides, she had the kids to live for as well. So, she kept running, through the tunnel and into a dismal setting. The sky was overcast... wherever she was. She wasn’t even sure she was in the same state at this point and other than her captors, hadn’t seen a living soul in the area.

Surely she would run into civilization sooner or later, because she couldn’t keep running indefinitely. But again, she had to try… the discomfort and fatigue threatened, but she pushed them back by force of will. They would last a short time. If she were caught and killed, that was permanent.

Arica Weiss
Original Character
Word Count: 159
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Oct. 2nd, 2006 @ 07:16 pm Hidden
Her eyesight had faded a few days prior during their kidnapping. Sark had injected her with some sort of drug and now, she couldn’t see. Sometimes she wasn’t sure what scared her more – the kidnapping and subsequent events or the loss of her eyesight. Being able to see had given her more of a measure of control than she had now, without it.

With her sight, she might not be able to stop events, but she knew what was happening and who was responsible. She could better tell when to fight and when to give in. She could gain a better sense of her surroundings and plot escape.

And would it ever return? Would she ever be able to see Eric’s face again? Watch him as she walked the aisle at their wedding? See their children, when she had them?

Was this thing permanent or temporary? Was it designed to be a scar on her both physically and emotionally or was it simply a better leash?

Arica Weiss
Original Character
Word Count: 166
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Sep. 1st, 2006 @ 06:29 pm What are your thoughts about monogamy?
What are your thoughts about monogamy?

*looks surprised at the question*

Well obviously I'm a believer in monogamy so I'm not sure what you really want to know. I believe everyone has one person meant for them and that's who you're meant to spend the rest of your life with. I guess that's the romantic in me talking, but I do know that in reality it doesn't always work that way. Some anthropological studies have indicated that man tends to be a serial monogamist.

I love my husband and as much as he can be an ass at times, I wouldn't trade one moment of time with him for anyone else in this world. I can't imagine life without him by my side. If anything ever happened to him, God forbid, I know I'd be able to keep going for the kids, but I can't imagine sharing with anyone else what I share with him now.

Arica Weiss
Original Character
Word Count: 150
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Aug. 30th, 2006 @ 07:21 pm (no subject)
I am worth $1,794,542 on HumanForSale.com
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Aug. 18th, 2006 @ 11:27 am Do you make friends easily?
Do you make friends easily? Why or why not?

I suppose it depends on your definition of friend. If you mean the long term, friends forever, no matter what type? I’m a great deal more selective now. I am careful what I share with people until I know them well. I’ve been burned far too many times to blindly trust people.

Now, on the other hand, if you mean the “I can work with you” friends or the ones you can trust to an extent rather than completely? I’m good at that. I’ve always been good at social interactions [look there, it’s an anthropologist talking!]

For that matter, I seem to be one of those people that others gravitate toward. They either want to protect me and shield me [whether because they know what I’ve been through or because they pick up something about me] or they want to just talk to me [I’ve been told I’m a good listener]. (Then there are those that run screaming).

Arica Weiss
Original Character
Word Count: 158
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Jul. 31st, 2006 @ 08:17 pm Okay...
Your Stripper Song Is

Master and Servant by Depeche Mode

"There’s a new game
We like to play you see
A game with added reality
You treat me like a dog
Get me down on my knees"

Yawn, dancing is so boring without a little spice.
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Jul. 31st, 2006 @ 08:10 pm Oh boy...
Comment here with your characters' name and I will tell you what Arica thinks of them. (If they have met or interacted, of course).
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Jul. 31st, 2006 @ 07:56 pm Visiting Brittany
Eric and Arica had finally arranged their schedules so they could go down and visit Greg and Brittany.

"Just remember, relax okay? This weekend is about fun and friends."

Arica nodded. "I'll try."

"Do or do not. There is no try."

Arica glared at him and shook her head as they pulled up to Greg and Brittany's house.
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Jul. 29th, 2006 @ 06:14 am (no subject)
Click here.
Take the quiz.
Post your results.
See aricamuse's results. )
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Jul. 29th, 2006 @ 04:58 am From Eric
Taken a picture naked? No
Painted your room? Yes
Made out with a member of the same sex? No
Danced in front of your mirror? Yes
Drove a car? Yes
Have a crush? Yes
Been dumped? Yes
Stole money from friend? No
Told a lie? Yes
Gotten in a car with people you just met? No
Been in a fist fight? No


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Jul. 21st, 2006 @ 06:28 pm What doesn't kill you...
CURRENT TOPIC: 'What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.' Do you agree or disagree? Why?

I agree. One hundred percent, completely and totally, to sound utterly cheesy. I’ve been through a lot in my life, especially the last few years and as hard as it’s been at some points, the ordeals and traumas have made me stronger; mentally, emotionally, and in my faith.

I know some people find that hard to believe and I’ve been accused of speaking falsely on these issues but I am stronger. Had these things not happened to me, I wouldn’t be who I am today. And while I do wish they had not happened, I am proud of who I am. And I’m thankful to be here. Thankful to have a husband who loves me and takes care of me; children who are so precious to us both… to have the life I have now. Rough times may still be ahead, but I know that together we can face them and make it through whatever life throws our way.

Arica Weiss
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Word Count: 159
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