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Post by fearandloathin on Oct 19, 2009 22:02:07 GMT -4
Ok, so the difference with this RP to the other is that we aren't including the real Lost characters from the main show, we are making it up completely, but keeping some of the magic of the various mysteries that happen on the island, such as smoke monsters, others and the weird out of sync with the real world thing. Also the idea was tossed around that the crash didn't really happen - I don't really understand how that one would work, so maybe people could make up their own minds on how they come to be on the island, whether it be they were born there, marooned/crashed there or raised there. Whatever you prefer  General Rules: 1) You can only post once until someone else posts - you can't post twice in a row. 2) You can't interact with any of the original characters from LOST, and your character can't be one of the LOST characters. In this RP they don't exists, although the concept of crashing on the island and having 'Others' inhabitants can exist. Your character can also interact with other people's characters. 3) You can have more then one character - but please try and be organised with them, and avoid having to many. 4) Your character/s can be either a lostie, an other, dharma person, or they can have arrived on the island any way you please. 5) You can have flashbacks and flashforwards - but these must be written in italics or bold or both if you prefer. Actually, if we have italics for flashbacks and bold for flashforwards, that will be better to identify, and then italics and bold for when the characters are dreaming. 6) You can't kill other participants characters, or act like god over them, unless you get expressed permission from the owner of the character. 7) I did think about setting a 'no timeline' in this role play, however, people may miss things they wanted to include in particualr days. As we aren't following the actual timeline from the orignal tv show (although you can use it still for inspiration and ideas etc). So, how about we do this same time as previous rp? Per two days = 1rp day? 8) (Ooo, do I dare finish on one of the numbers?!?!) You may join the role play at any time, regardless of the amount of days that have past etc, so long as you manage to blend your way in, e.g. pretending you were there all the time, or you got on the island another way (Like Desmond, Danielle, Niomi, the Frieghter people did etc) Any questions please put into disc. thread. Also, before you start posting, please will you post a brief character description. Thanks you! Z x |
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Post by lostali75 on Oct 20, 2009 15:57:18 GMT -4
Rp5 Day 1 - The Crash
Bronwyn could feel the blood dripping down the side of her face. She stumbled across the beach where she could see other people disoriented attempting to help one another. Remnants of the plane lay everywhere, some pieces on fire from the fuel igniting. She cupped her hand to her throbbing head to try and stop the bleeding. Debris covered every step she made. She was trying to shake off the initial shock of what has happening to her and all the others who survived the crash they had just been in. The bright light and immense heat coming off the wreckage hurt her eyes. She blinked over and over again. She looked at her hand, there was still a lot of blood. She kicked a small box near her feet that had a red cross on it. She pried it open and grabbed some gauze and applied it to her head.
She heard some screams coming from underneath a panel. She quickly ran over amongst all the chaos to find another passenger trapped underneath it.
"Hold still!" She yelled. She yanked the heavy panel off the guy underneath and tipped it off to the side. "You ok?"
"I think my arm is broken." He held it with his other hand.
She took a look at it, as if she might be able to help and shook her head looking through the medical kit she found. "Here," she ripped a shirt from a suitcase lying close to them. "Tie this around, like this, home made sling." She smiled at him. Something she always had a knack for, putting others at ease in crisis situations. "I'm going to go see if any others need help. Go over there," she said pointing down the beach a bit away from all the debris. "We'll need to organize once we straighten ourselves out." The man nodded and limped down the beach at a gathering of rocks.
As she looked around she saw another gentleman helping a few passengers. She ran up to them. "I found a first-aid kit, you need anything?"
"Aye, yeah, bring it here." The unshaven man said thickly. His blue eyes piercing. He didn't seem to have a scratch on him, but Bronwyn noticed a few passengers somehow made it through unscathed as well. She handed him the kit and he tooled through it until finding a salvant for burns and applied them to one of the women he was helping.
"Know what you're doing." Bronwyn pointed out. The man just nodded and smiled at her making sure he took care of the woman's arm and bandaged her up. "I told a guy earlier to move down the beach a bit, you should join him. The debris doesn't appear all that stable right now."
The man nodded in agreement and pointed the passengers down the way to where the other guy was sitting. Bronwyn held out her hand to the man, "I'm Bronwyn." He took it and gave her a hearty shake.
"Eamon. Eamon Casey." He smiled shyly but then his face seemed to go back into business mode. "Now, let's take a look at your head." She stood still as he examined her. "Aye, you'll be just dandy." He wrapped the bandage back on her head.
"Thanks." She smiled. They stood together surveying everything in front of them. She took a deep breath. "This is really happening." He just nodded his head.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Oct 21, 2009 15:19:07 GMT -4
Sam awoke with a start. It took her a moment to realize where she was. She stood up looked around as everything came into focus. People were yelling and running around, helping each other or just fending for themselves. There was smoke from somewhere, she could smell it. She stood up fully, and looked around in shock, before amidst all the yells, she heard one person's voice.
"Someone's in the water!" A man yelled. Sam whipped around, and saw in the distance, a figure in the ocean. Instinctively, she dove into the water, towards the person. When she reached him, she wrapped her arm around him and pulled him along, using her other arm to swim back.
Once she reached the shore, Sam turned the man onto his back. He had his eyes closed, and clearly wasn't breathing well. She began performing CPR, until he began coughing and the water that had been clogging up his lungs escaped through his mouth.
Matt awoke, coughing and spluttering. He felt waterclogged. He opened his eyes, to see a woman watching him. "You okay?" She asked, helping him sit up.
"Yeah," Matt replied in his southern British accent. He remembered the plane crashing, and falling into the water, but nothing else up to this point. "I don't know what happened, I can swim perfectly fine..."
"You're okay now," the woman replied in a heavy American accent, with a rather attractive smile. "I'm Sam, by the way. Sam Phillips."
"Matt," he replied, looking straight at her, smiling. He felt an immediate connection with her. "Matt Cooper."
Sam smiled again, in a different way this time. "Nice to meet you, Matt Cooper."
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Post by fearandloathin on Oct 21, 2009 22:09:59 GMT -4
Day 1
"WHERE IS SHE?" Dwaynne demmanded from his DI, Scorseby, as he woke up, a deep wound in his head when he had been knocked unconcious from the impact of a suitcase flying past as the plane he had been a passanger in had torn apart in mid air.
"I - I don't know, Sir." Scoreby stuttered. "When I woke up, and looked in the immediate area, but I had to make sure you were ok first."
"How many people have survived?" Dwaynne demmanded to know.
"I haven't been able to count. There's too much chaos, people running and screaming, bodies in the fuselage..." Scorseby explained. "You were first priority."
"No, that homocidle maniac is first priority. I'll be fine. Go look for her." Dwaynne demmanded. Scorseby hesitated. "NOW!" Scorseby ran out of his sight, across the beach and into the jungle. Dwaynne winced in pain at his head injury, but he forced himself to ignore it and got up, dragging himself to the ocean to clean his face off and freshen himself up before surveying the crash site and deciding what he could do to help.
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Post by WinZFactor on Oct 21, 2009 23:40:19 GMT -4
Day one.
'Somebody help me!'
'Are you okay? ARE YOU OKAY?'
'Stay with me!'
'Help! Help!'
Theophilus Mallis opened his eyes. He couldn't move any part of his body. He could feel his whole body sinking. Sinking down.
Theo tried to focus on his surroundings. He didn't know what have happened or where he is. He couldn't see anything except some debris surrounding him and the faint, yellow ray of the sun..
Suddenly, Theo gasped for breath. He panicked when he realized that he was underwater. Frantically, he moved his aching arms and legs and swum to the surface. He could feel his heart pounding like a thousand drums. His lungs were aching - it seemed like they would burst at any moment.
Theo struggled to control his movement. His head hurts - the lack of Oxygen threatened to kill him. Darkness started to engulf him. He pushed himself to the surface - ignoring all the pain. He could see blood coming out from his nose.
He kicked and pushed and kicked again, he could feel his neck muscle contract - somewhat choking him.
'Almost there', he thought. 'Almost there.'
Theo inhaled sharply when he finally reached the surface of the ocean. He ran his hand through his thick, brown hair. He could feel his head pounding. He looked around and from the distance he could see the wreckage of his plane on the beach a few hundred metres in front of him.
He wiped the blood coming out from his nose, took a deep breath, and started to swim.
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Post by lostali75 on Oct 22, 2009 14:14:48 GMT -4
Day 1 continued
Many of the survivors of the day were gathered around a few fires. Bronwyn noticed some of the other passengers seemed to have personal background in survival and easily made a couple of fire pits to keep warm. She had introduced herself to woman named Sam and very nice young man named Scorseby from England. She was trying to remember a couple other people but was having a terrible time recalling their faces to their names.
Éamon walked up beside her and quietly sat down. "Head ok?" He touched her bandage to make sure the bleeding had stopped.
"I think so. Don't be overly concerned, besides the massive head ache, I think I'll be alright. Thanks." She let him attend to her wound.
"You've been squinting your eyes a lot, like vision issues, wanted to make sure you didn't have a concussion." He told her with light concern. She shooed him away after he took the bandage off after that.
"I'm fine, really. It's ok." She smiled. She tore open a snickers bar she had found in someone's bag on the beach. She broke it in half and gave him the other piece.
"Thanks, I've a mouth on me." He said taking the piece from her. She gave him a very odd look. He laughed a little. "I'm hungry."
She giggled back at him, "Oh. I was born there, just don't know the lingo."
"Bogger?" She looked at him more confused than ever now. He gleamed a big smile at her. "You from Dublin then?"
She shook her head. "Oh, no, not Dublin, born in Saggart. We moved to the states soon after though."
"Hm." He nodded his head and finished up the snack. "I'm going to get some more wood. Be here when I get back?"
Bronwyn shook her head. "No sorry, my connecting flight should be boarding soon." He gave her a look. "Too soon huh? Yeah, too soon."
A few minutes later she heard someone exclaim that they found some blankets. Many people gathered round and handed them out. Bronwyn decided she really didn't need one and just watched the others clamber about. She was more interested in what they were going to do for food at this point. Attempting to find supplies to fish would probably have wait until morning. She decided she'd approach the foreign army guy about it later. He seemed preoccupied with others but she thought he'd have some serious skills to share.
About another hour had passed when Éamon had come back with some more wood for the fire. He placed it close by, and stoked a couple of logs on. He looked back at Bronwyn, "decided to not take the next flight?"
"More pressing issues came up. Turns out, the airline had a problem locating where they put my luggage. I couldn't bear to leave it behind."
"Good to know you take things seriously." He said as he sat back down next to her.
"If we don't laugh about surviving this, it'll drive us insane. My brothers taught me that." She trailed off. It was the first time she had thought about her brothers all day. She didn't understand why she hadn't thought about them before. It all began to sink in, finally, the realization of what she had experienced that day knocked the wind out of her. She grabbed her chest, and felt a sensation she hadn't experienced in a very long time. Éamon saw the distress she was in. He wasn't sure what more to do for her but just hug and hold her close as she cried into his chest.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Oct 23, 2009 13:07:53 GMT -4
Sam looked up as she heard a significant scream. A chunk of the plane had fallen and was crushing someone's leg. "Stay safe," she told Matt quickly, before jumping up and running to help.
She tried to lift the metal, but it was too heavy. "Hey!" She yelled over to a man nearby. He looked up at her. "Help me out here!"
Sam and the man grabbed onto the metal, and heaved it over, until it crashed onto its side. "Oh, that's disgusting," the man said, indicating the woman's leg. Sam immediately crouched down and examined the would. It was quite deep.
"Can you stand up?" She asked.
"No," the woman replied feebly. The colour was draining from her fare.
"Okay," Sam breathed, making a fast decision. "Okay." She turned around and looked at the man who'd helped her lift the metal. "I need you to look through all the luggage, try and find me a sewing kit," she instructed. "When you do, I need you to bring it to me. Can you do that?"
"I... o-okay," he stammered, before going to find what he'd been asked for.
"I need you to relax your muscles, Sam said calmly, scooping the woman up in her arms. "What's your name?"
"Fiona," she replied.
"You're gonna be alright, Fiona." Sam made her way to the shore and sat Fiona down on the wet sand, allowing the seawater to wash over the wound. Fiona cried out slightly. "It'll sting," Sam agreed. "That just means it's working. The saltwater is cleaning the wound of any pathogens you may have picked up from that chunk of metal."
"Got one!" A voice said, as the man from earlier handed Sam a slightly battered sewing kit.
"Excellent." Sam took the kit, before selecting a needle and black thread and began to sew Fiona's wound. "This'll hurt," she said, "but you don't want it open."
"Are you a doctor?" Fiona asked, wincing slightly at the sharp sliver of metal carefully going in and out of her skin.
"Biology teacher," Sam shrugged, as she finished off the sewing. "there," she said, cutting the end of the thread. "Try not to touch it. Give it a few days to heal over, then take the thread out when it's ready."
"How will I know when it's ready?" Fiona asked.
"You will," Sam said confidently. "If you're unsure, just ask me."
It was dark. A campfire cracked on the beach, the large group huddled around it. Sam stared into the fire, her eyes empty and her mind deep in thought of everything and nothing at the same time.
"Someone needs to take charge." Sam looked up to see Matt, the man she's saved from drowning, sit next to her.
"What's your point?" She shrugged.
"You're the closest thing to a doctor here," he replied. "People are gonna look up to you. We can't survive here without a leader."
"I hope you're right," Sam said, rather bitterly. She stood up and addressed the group. "Okay, everyone," she said to them all, "I'm not gonna say this isn't an unusual situation. We've all got places to be. But we need to band together if we're gonna survive. I don't know where we are, but there has to be civilization somewhere-"
"You got no luck there, sweetheart," a voice interrupted. Everyone looked around to see a rather attractive man standing not far from them. "Been up and down this beach about two miles each way. There's nothing there."
Sam considered him. "Then I guess it's your job to look in the jungle. The plane split," she was addressing the whole group again, "the cockpit must be somewhere in the jungle. It has a radio. We might be able to contact someone, find out where we are." She looked back at the attractive man. "We're going to find it."
"We?" He raised his eyebrows. "Thought you said it was my job?"
"We don't know what's out there," Sam replied. "I'm not letting anyone go wandering off on their own."
"Guess that puts you in charge."
"I guess it does," Sam agreed.
"And what's the name of our glorious leader?"
"Sam," she said. "Samantha Michelle Phillips."
"Well then, Sam," the man replied, "my name's Adam. Looks like we got ourselves a jungle date."
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Post by fearandloathin on Oct 23, 2009 21:27:56 GMT -4
Alice woke up, her vision temporarily blurred. She was still in her seat from the plane, which was wedged in a tree. She breathed heavily as she thought quickly to what she needed to do, and unbuckled herself, climbing gingerly down the tree, and leapt and landed cat like on the jungle floor. She brushed herself down from minor debrie before she walked through the jungle and onto the beach, which was full of chaos. People running and screaming, people dead, or injured. Alice scoured the beach, keeping a look out for two people she didn't want to bump into. And sure enough, there was Dwaynne, barking orders at his little lap dog, Scorseby. Alice waited for movement by them both to be made, and soon Scoresby dissappeared off into the jungle, no doubt to find her, while Dwaynne sauntered off into the sea to clean himself off. With there being so much choas on the beach, Alice figured she'd be able to blend in un-noticed for a bit, so she made her way to the fuselage and dug around at cases to see what might aid her to disguise herself to delay being arrested - again. ----------------------------------- It was dark, and there was still no sign of Alice. Scoresby had returned, providing Dwaynne and himself something to drink and eat as they sat by a campfire Scoresby lit for them. Someone suddenly got their attention when a woman started to speak to all of them, in Dwaynne's oppinion, sounding rather too bossy for his liking, besides, who made this woman think she was in charge?? "Okay, everyone," she said to them all, "I'm not gonna say this isn't an unusual situation. We've all got places to be. But we need to band together if we're gonna survive. I don't know where we are, but there has to be civilization somewhere-" "You got no luck there, sweetheart," a voice interrupted. Everyone looked around to see a rather attractive man standing not far from them. "Been up and down this beach about two miles each way. There's nothing there." The woman considered him. "Then I guess it's your job to look in the jungle. The plane split," she was addressing the whole group again, "the cockpit must be somewhere in the jungle. It has a radio. We might be able to contact someone, find out where we are." She looked back at the attractive man. "We're going to find it." "We?" He raised his eyebrows. "Thought you said it was my job?" "We don't know what's out there," The woman replied. "I'm not letting anyone go wandering off on their own." "Guess that puts you in charge." "I guess it does," She agreed. "And what's the name of our glorious leader?" "Sam," she said. "Samantha Michelle Phillips." "Well then, Sam," the man replied, "my name's Adam. Looks like we got ourselves a jungle date." "Ah-hem." Dwaynne interrupted, already agitated by her. The woman looked up at him. "Don't think you'll be in charge of me, hun, this aint Lord of the Flies you know. I'm havin' no-one in charge of me, you got that? If I want to go somewhere. I'm going. And you nor nobody else is gunna stop it. Got it? How do you know anyway that jungle is dangerous? You should be more worried about a convict lose among you, a convict whom is guilty of homicide." There were a murmur of whispers among anyone as they expressed their concerns. "Her name is Alice Hart. She has been convicted of the killing of sixteen innocent people whom died in cold blood. She is very dangerous. She was on the plane under my jurisdiction. Obviously, as we were crashing to the ground, she got her handcuffs free, and now she is loose among us." Dwaynne withdrew a peice of paper from his pocket and unfolded it to show everyone, an image of a girl with flame red, wavey-curly hair, freckles, green eyes, pale skin in a mug shot pose, holding her prison number. "This is the girl. You see her, you let me, or my collegue, Scoresby here, know immediately. Don't you dare try and approach her yourself. She is very dangerous and will do whatever it takes to remain a free woman." Dwaynne offered the picture to hand around. Dwaynne glanced at the girl whom has called herself Samantha. "You, Lassie." He spoke gruffly. "I'll be coming with yers to find that cockpit. And that ain't me asking for written permission." ------------------------------------------ Alice skulked low, keeping herself from withdrawing too much attention. She had managed to find a change of clothes that fit her well, had tied her hair up into a twist and found a comfy black hoodie to wear, with the hood up, and some casual jeans. As it got dark, she kept herself to herself, retreating briefly to the sea to clean up before finding some food and water that had been available on the plane, and made herself a small campfire, way opposite from Dwaynne and Scoresby. Alice only half listened when a woman began giving her speech. Something about a raido, and she pricked her ears up about it. She had to stop that radio being found, or at least remain from being captured before rescue got here, or she would be faceing a life sentence in prison once she was returned to England for a crime she wasn't guilty of. Alice froze as a familar, gruff and chauvinist voice boomed over the camp. She froze even more still at the mention of her name. She glanced anxiously at the people nearby her. She was going to have to think of a plan quickly to evade any aroused suspicion towards her. She hadn't had a good enough look to see if anyone may even look remotely like her at all for mistaken identity. It was far too dark for her to be recognised by anyone by Scoresby or Dwaynne now. She would have to scheme a plan to avoid them at all costs, even if it meant retreating into the jungle for a bit. Alice felt her eyes droop heavily, tiredness and conciousing screaming to take over. She had no interest for the moment in any other of the survivors, her number one priority was herself, and for now, she needed sleep, and the sooner she slept, the earlier she would awake to avoid Dwaynne and Scoresby. |
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Oct 27, 2009 13:21:01 GMT -4
"You sure you wanna do this?" Matt asked as Sam prepared to leave into the jungle with Dwaynne and Adam. "Like you said, we don't know what's out there. And that Dwaynne gives me the creeps."
"He gives me the creeps too," she agreed, "but it looks like he's gonna tag along whatever, so we just gotta let him."
"Yer coming or what, Kitten?" Dwaynne's voice called impatiently.
"I smell friction," Matt grimaced as Sam made her way to meet Dwaynne and Adam at the treeline.
"Okay, let's go," she said.
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Not too long later, Sam, Adam and Dwaynne were deep in the jungle, in search for the cockpit.
"You actually have any idea where the cockpit might be?" Adam asked, rather cheekily.
"No, do you?" Sam replied, exasperated.
Before anyone could say any more, the sky began to roar and rain suddenly fell from the sky. Sam, Adam and Dwaynne looked up, rather surprised.
"Didn't expect that one," Sam said, as their hair and clothes got sodden.
"It's only rain," Dwaynne said, "it don't matter if your precious hair gets wet, I'm sure there's some straighteners in the luggage."
Sam looked at him, with an annoyed expression. "Shut up," she said coolly. "Let's keep moving."
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About 10 minutes later, it was still raining and there was no sign of the cockpit.
"Here," Dwaynne's gruff voice shouted through the rain, past some trees. "I found yer cockpit."
Sam ducked through the wet branches, Adam not far behind, and emerged next to Dwaynne in a clearing. They could clearly see the wreckage of the cockpit in the middle of the clearing.
"What are we waiting for?" Sam said, as they made their way towards it. She climbed into the chunk of metal, followed by Adam, then Dwaynne. There were dead bodies in the seats, some of them still with their eyes open. The cockpit was almost vertical, making it very difficult to climb up. Sam reached forward and grabbed the door to the cockpit, and with a tremendous amount of strength, opened it. A dead body immediately fell out, and Sam ducked as it fell towards them. She looked back - Dwaynne and Adam had also ducked, as the body was now at the base of the wreckage.
"I think that's the co-pilot," Adam said.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Sir Points-out-the-obvious-alot." She grabbed hold of the sides of the cockpit doorway with either hand, and pushed herself forwards into the cockpit. She rested on the co-pilot's chair, to stop herself falling, as Adam and Dwaynne entered the cockpit too, Adam closing the door behind them. Dwaynne immediately began rummaging for the transceiver, before the pilot suddenly woke up and took a deep breath in.
"Hey, hey," Sam tried to comfort the pilot, who seemed in shock. "You're okay."
"How many survived?" The pilot asked.
"About 40," Sam replied. "You okay?"
"Just a bit dizzy, is all," the pilot replied, rather hazily.
"Concussion, I think," Sam said. "Do you know what happened?"
"Six hours in, our radio went out," the pilot told them. "No-one could see us. We turned back to land in Fiji. By the time we hit turbulence, we were a thousand miles off course. They're looking for us in the wrong place."
"Where's the transceiver?" Dwaynne demanded.
"Over there," the pilot replied, indicating it on the co-pilot's side. Sam reached over and pulled it out of its socket. Just as she did so, the cockpit started shaking, and they heard the sound everyone had heard earlier at the beach - a sort of mechanical sound, and it was closer this time.
"Oh my God," Sam whispered, staring at the window next to the pilot, as a dark shadow passed by.
"What?" The pilot asked, looking where she was. There was a sudden roar and something pulled the pilot out of the cockpit, blood splattering on the window.
"Go!" Adam exclaimed, as Sam fumbled for the transceiver, which she'd placed on the chair, and they began scrambling for their lives out of the wreckage.
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Post by lostali75 on Oct 27, 2009 17:33:15 GMT -4
Day 2
It was early morning and Bronwyn awoke to several people gathering in small groups beginning to decide what to do about food and water. She heard a woman named Sam take charge about heading into the island to see if they could find the cockpit of the plane. Bronwyn felt horribly embarrassed about how she handled herself the night before with Éamon. She wasn't used to showing others that side of her. But she brushed it off once she realized he wasn't there. She got up, dusted herself off and headed down the beach to see what she could help with.
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Éamon walked through the jungle carrying a few water bottles from the beach. He looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was following him at this point. He was sure no one was and he stashed them at a banyan tree off the path he was following. He proceeded to take off running to the interior of the jungle.
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Bronwyn sifted through some of the strewn about luggage trying to locate something to fish with. She gave up after bit incredibly frustrated. She managed to find some sort of metal bowl she figured could be used for something. She carried it with her as moved across the beach. She saw a young girl standing by herself and walked up to her.
"So, hang here often?" She attempted to break the ice. The young woman smiled at her at gave a nod of her head to the sarcasm. "I'm Bronwyn."
The woman took her hand and gave a gentle shake. "I'm, I'm Jennifer."
"Oh, another Brit! Most excellent." Bronwyn smiled. "There were a couple more I ran into yesterday,"
"I'm not with them." Jennifer cut her off quickly.
"Didn't...say you were." Bronwyn looked at her with the slightest of suspicion. "Anyway, you seen that military guy around? I'm thinking he may have some capable fishing skills or something. Theo, his name was Theo." Jennifer shook her head.
"I haven't really met very many people yet."
"Ok, well, I'm gonna look for some more things. Organize and such. Nice to meet you."
Jennifer waved, "You as well."
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Bronwyn spent the next few hours rummaging through all the luggage she could find. She had begun to organize things into categories. She hoped there would be some sort of doctor that could manage all the meds she found. She also piled all the books together. She came across a couple of books that were in braille. She looked up around to everyone to see if someone was watching her. She tucked it away in her own pack.
"Having a day, aren't ya?" Éamon said slightly out of breath walking up to her. She gave a bright smile in return.
"Just doing what I do best I think. Tiernan always said I had a knack for the anal retentive." She said as she folded another shirt.
"Who's Tiernan?" He asked quizzically.
"My eldest brother. He was more my dad. He raised me after the," she closed her eyes and paused briefly. "He raised all of us after our parents passed."
Éamon just nodded his head. Bronwyn took a good look at him. "You're drenched?" He pulled at his shirt that clung to his body.
"Yeah," he looked around to see if anyone else was within earshot. "I was looking for some fresh water when I got caught in the jungle. Storm opened right up."
"That's weird, it didn't rain here at all?" She looked puzzled but continued at her task.
"Here," he sat down beside her. "I'll help you out." He looked at her and smiled picking up a pile of folded clothes and placing them in an empty suitcase.
Day 2 - night
All the fires had died out and the only thing that anyone could hear if they were awake was the ocean gently crashing into the shoreline. Bronwyn was startled awake by what sounded like an muffled scream. She sat up and looked around, her eyes trying to adjust to the night sky. It was definitely a new moon and with the fires died it was pitch black.
"Fionna?!" She heard a woman yell. "She's gone!!"
There was plenty of muttering going on. Dwayne ran over to check. "What do you mean gone? She didn't just vanish. She's probably out taking a squat." Just as he said that they all heard some commotion coming from the jungle. They all looked over. Those that had guns had them out and ready to fire.
"John's gone too!" Bronwyn heard another exclaim. "There's some blood." At this point Sam ran over to where Adam was.
"Get everyone together, get some wood stoked on that fire. No one leaves this beach!" Sam commanded.
Bronwyn looked all around the group trying to locate Éamon. "You ok?" Jennifer asked walking up behind her.
"Where's Éamon? Have you seen him?" Bronwyn asked, but attempting to not come across protective. She had only known the man for two days. Jennifer shook her head but pointed down the beach.
"When I was going to lay down I passed by him. He was on the other side of the beach. I'm sure he's down there now. It's just really dark." Jennifer patted her on the shoulder. "Come one, we can wait together."
Bronwyn shook her head. "It's ok. I'm just going to wait here."
"You sure?" Jennifer asked.
"Yeah, no worries." Bronwyn sat back down wrapping the blanket around her. She watched as the fires were re-lit and some of the people argue about whether to go trouncing into the jungle now to look for Fionna and John or wait until the sun came up. Eventually out of that group she could Éamon. He looked exhausted from watching all the bickering and made his way over to Bronwyn.
"Ya ok?" She nodded her head.
"I don't understand. Aren't we the only ones here? Who the hell would kidnap, I'm at a loss for words." Éamon looked at her with agreeable eyes and dug a stick into the sand making patterns.
"Well, I guess we know we'll be sleeping with one eye open now."
"Yeah, we most certainly will." She leaned against his shoulder and they continued to watch the group from a distance.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Nov 5, 2009 14:56:04 GMT -4
What do you do when your life is closing... all around you is darkness, pain sears through your chest yet it ebbs away slowly, as do all your senses. What happened to the light at the end of the tunnel? All Violet could see was the darkness, getting ever closer, until it pressed on her from all sides, yet she felt nothing. She felt empty, she felt... dead. Was this death? The last thing she remembered was a short, sharp penetration into her back, as a bullet twisted around inside her, forcing itself into her organs. Violet lay in a pool of blood, wondering just how she'd put herself in this position.
Sam stopped writing as the plane shook. The fasten seatbelts sign came on with a ping, and she did so accordingly. She was about to continue writing when the plane shook again, more violently this time. Sam grabbed the armrests of her seat, as the plane began tossing and turning, and oxygen masks were released from the ceiling. She grabbed the one in front of her, and secured it. Although she was scared, she was also calm as the plane tore in two, and the tail section fell away. People started screaming, cottoning on to what was happening. Just as the tail section went, a metal case fell from the luggage rack and hit Sam fiercly on the back of her head, forcing her body forwards and her mind unconscious. |
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Post by lostali75 on Nov 5, 2009 16:56:01 GMT -4
Day 3
Bronwyn was able to fall asleep thanks to Éamon. He stayed quite vigilant for the rest of night along with a few others, keeping fires stoked and watchful eye on the jungle line. As she sat up though she noticed he was fast asleep next to her. She took the blanket off of herself and placed gently over him. She put on her shoes and made her way over to where they had some food gathered.
Someone had come across a boar when they went in the jungle. Bronwyn figured it was Theo. It had been properly prepared and no one wanted it going bad. It was a new standard to life. Dinner for breakfast. This concept reminded Bronwyn of her eldest brother Tiernan. Growing up he made it a specialty to put days in reverse order. She could recall having spaghetti for breakfast one day and ending it with a full fledged buffet of sausage, waffles, bacon and eggs. Of course, all these memories rushing back to her were now becoming bitter sweet. She wished to see her brothers again, but at the same time was accepting to the fact that this was going to become her new home.
"Sleep ok?" Scorseby asked her. Bronwyn's mouth was full so she just shook her head yes. "Once dawn broke I saw Éamon was still awake. I told him to grab some shut eye."
"Thank you." Bronwyn said respectfully. "Your boss heading up hunting parties now or what?" She asked looking down the way at Dwayne. This time Scorseby nodded. "This compounded with your convict situation, kind of puts you in a priorities situation doesn't it?"
"I'm not concerned. We'll track down who did this and find Alice. Speaking of which, you haven't seen our famous red head wandering about have you?" He asked.
Bronwyn shook her head and gathered a bit of water and fruit to take back to her area. "I haven't seen her. Met some girl named Jennifer though. I'll let you know if I see your girl though."
"Remember, don't get near her, just come get us." Scorsbey cautioned.
Bronwyn threw her things in the pack she carried and headed back down the beach. She decided to walk closer to the water. The sound of the small waves hitting the beach soothed her. Once again she found herself thinking back to her brothers and friends, remembering their voices. She laughed thinking about the fool heady way her brothers would probably be acting when they have a funeral for her. She shook her head and talked to herself. "Fools are gonna drink them selves silly and terrorize the rest of the town." Just then she heard foot steps come up behind her.
"Pleasant conversation?" Éamon smiled thinking she'd blush and be embarrassed. She turned at him and smiled and shook her head yes.
Shrugging her shoulders, "Always know I'll win if an argument breaks out." Éamon smirked. She lifted her pack off her shoulder and handed it to him. "I snagged you some food and water. Was letting you sleep some more. Sounds like you were up most the night."
"Tanks." He said taking the pack from her. He pulled out some fruit and took a bite. "No big deal."
She looked up at him. "It was a big deal to me." He looked at her now and slowly swallowed his food. She continued her walk along the shore and then stopped for a moment looking over her shoulder. "You coming or what?"
Éamon nervously closed the bag and jogged to catch up with her.
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Post by Belle MacFarlane on Nov 18, 2009 16:17:32 GMT -4
Matt paced back and forth, waiting for Sam to come back. He was worried for her - they'd heard something in the jungle before they'd left, plus Matt didn't trust Dwaynne, nor Adam for that matter, they seemed like the kind who might leave Sam behind in a dangerous situation. He didn't know why he felt so connected to her - they'd only known each other a day.
"They're back!" Someone said. Matt looked around and, sure enough, Sam, Adam and Dwaynne were emerging from the treeline, looking rather exhausted.
"You okay?" He asked Sam.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, smiling. "We got the transceiver."
"Where is it?" Matt enquired, looking between Sam and Adam, neither of them seeming to have the transceiver on them.
"Where do you think?" Adam replied, looking over Matt's shoulder. He turned around, to see Dwaynne had the transceiver.
"Maybe we should just let him be in charge," Sam mused.
"Oh, hell no," Adam said, "no-one wants to be led by a d*****bag-"
"To put it lightly," Sam commented.
"They want someone they like, someone who's in charge 'cos they can be, not 'cos they wanna be. Not to mention it's good leadership to be smokin' hot."
Sam looked at Adam, her eyebrows raised. "Hot?"
"Forget the old sayings, hun, looks are everything."
"How's everyone been?" Sam asked Matt, ignoring Adam's comment.
"They're settling," he replied. "It'll be a while until people are used to being stranded on an island."
Sam planced around at the camp. Just as Matt had said, there were people setting up tents, trying to start a fire - all the signs that they were admitting it was gonna be a while until they got back to civilization.
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Post by lostali75 on Nov 20, 2009 18:53:10 GMT -4
Day 3 evening
Éamon had invited Bronwyn for a private dinner down the beach from the rest of the group this particular evening. He knew some in the camp had been thinking they were spending perhaps too much time together ignoring other responsibilities to the group but he didn't care. His intentions were good and he was finding himself perplexed by her at times, but in a good way. He liked the mystery she was to him. Carefree and optimistic rolled into a temper equal to any Irishman.
When they got down to the fire he had set up he offered her a blanket to sit on nuzzled comfortably against a large piece of driftwood. He took some fresh caught fish from his bag along with some mangoes. She intensely watched as he planked the fish and began to cut up the fruit absorbing his movements and gestures. "Can I tell you something, sounding like a complete forward fool?" Bronwyn said as seriously as she could.
"Course." Éamon smiled but he wasn't taking his eyes off his task at hand. The mango was riper than he wanted and was difficult to cut.
"I've come to the conclusion that you are most definitely growing on me. I rather like that feeling." She awaited his response but it wasn't the one she had hoped for. His hand slipped and he sliced his finger.
"Shite!" He put down the knife and sucked the blood from his finger and inspecting the damage. "Ow, damn it, stupid fruit." He cursed.
"Oh crap," Bronwyn scooted herself closer to him. "Crap, I'm so sorry." She reached out and grabbed his hand looking over his finger. "Sorry, that was totally my fault." She quickly ripped a small portion off the bottom of her shirt and wrapped his finger in it. He just watched her as she coddled his hand. He was almost stunned by her quick selfless action.
"Your shirt." He felt bad now.
"Whatever, it's just a shirt." She smiled at him and said as she made sure the wrapping would stay on.
"Thanks." He finished slicing and cooking the meal. The two continued chatting and enjoying each other’s company.
After a bit Bronwyn grabbed his hand and inspected it once again. "I'm sorry about your finger. Not exactly the response I was looking for."
"It'll be fine, no worries huh." He said looking down at his wrapped finger. "Besides, I kind of have a confession of me own." He paused. He wasn't sure how to approach where the conversation was going to head. "Earlier today, when I was looking for a bag for dinner, I came across your books. Now, the only people I know that can read Braille, usually aren't the ones that can easily read printed words which is much more readily available." He said as calmly and as non accusatory as he could. He maintained her eye contact ready awaiting her reply; he casually popped a piece of fish in his mouth.
Her hands began to shake. She hadn't expected to confess her secret so soon and to anyone. In any other circumstance she would have thought of a clever cover, but she couldn't lie to him. "I can't explain it. I don't know what to say or even begin." Her voice shook with nervousness.
He reached over and placed his hand on top of hers. "Start from the beginning." He said with a warm smile.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I've been blind since the age of 10. Same accident that took my parents from me, also took my sight. I adjusted over the months and Tiernan, Sean, Michael and Conner took care of me better than any other family could have. But at the same time they kept me independent. I never asked for help. You go to school, you learn, you live life. I know I passed things by because of it, but enjoyed everything I was getting from it. When the plane crashed, I thought I was dreaming. It's the only time I ever saw pictures, or colors. Then I realized it wasn't a dream at all. I don't ever want to leave this place. It's why I won't go on these "excursions" with the others. I don't want to be rescued, even knowing that those consequences could be severe. If I leave here, I may lose the gift I've been given back." She looked up at him now. "I may lose what I've found here."
Éamon sat back. The look on his face was astonishment. He just let it sink in.
"Now that you know more about me than anyone else; what about you? Married, family, deep dark truths about life before the crash?" she asked. He paled a bit going into thought. His face fell slightly sullen.
He took a long pause and twiddled a bit with the wrapping on his finger. "Yea, I was married, but uh, she passed. There were complications. I lost her and my son." His eyes drifted off to the ocean for a minute but then back to her again. "It was a time ago." She sat across from him, studying his face. Realizing that's what hurt and loss really looked like. Something she hadn't seen herself for many many years.
They sat for a long time in silence just enjoying each other’s company. It was more cathartic than any other time for them; perhaps with the air clearer it somehow cleansed themselves to one another. "A cleaner slate to begin anew." Éamon said at one point. He stoked the fire a bit more and this time sat next to Bronwyn instead of across from her.
He watched her as she kept her eyes on the horizon. "I haven't seen a sunset like this in my life. It's magical. The realm of colors the universe creates never truly dissipating, just changing its location in time to us. It doesn't matter what they teach you in school, it's magic." she giggled to herself now. "Maybe that's why I chose children’s literature. The way everything is always described; It's simple, but more poignant. It's the one thing I could truly hold on to. Only now it's, oh so much sweeter." Éamon was taken aback by her. No one had ever described it to him quit like that. She noticed he was staring at her now. "What?" She said somewhat nervously with a giggle.
"Not a ting, not a ting at all." He brushed her hair back, cupped her face in his hand and leaned forward and gently kissed her lips with his. She blushed with a smile looking back at him.
She whispered back to him, "that's the response I was looking for." She said as she bit her lower lip playfully. He giggled slightly with a hint of embarrassment.
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