Maxwell Shaw
Crash Site 1
Blind... but only on the outside
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Post by Maxwell Shaw on Sept 16, 2005 17:52:35 GMT
Maxwell woke up and noticed it was morning, he knew it was morning because he could feel the heat of the sun on his face and body. But why he could feel the sun if he was on a plane. In that moment he realized he couldnt hear the plane, he could hear waves, people shouting and screaming, he could aslo smell the blood and the panic of the people. What had happened.
He searched around him and found the walking stick he needed and stood up, walking slowly, the stick didnt worked that well on the sand but ey, it was something. He walked near to where he heard the shoutting and tried to get the attention of someone. When he felt that someone was in front of him he moved his head, like if he were looking around. "What happened?, could you tell me what happened?" Maxwell asked with a soft and calmed voice. He couldnt tell if the person infront of him was a woman or a man, but he hoped he or she could help him at least to know what the hell had happened.
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Shannon
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Post by Shannon on Sept 23, 2005 20:54:44 GMT
Shannon "Hi I am Shannon, the plane crashed. I could use your help, do you know if there is anything on this god forsaken place, to help me with my forehead." She pointed to the gash on her head. She was blunt with him because at that moment in time, she was thinking about herself and she wondered what had happened to Boone.
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Kate
The Survivors of Flight 815
Born to Run
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Post by Kate on Sept 23, 2005 22:43:34 GMT
Kate
After crying for some time, Kate hardened up and searched for human life. She crawled down the beach, legs too weak to carry her. Fright had paralysed almost all of her muscles, and uncertainty. What to do? But her brain was still active, pushing her tired body on. She heard voices. Voices! Other people were alive? Thank god! She scrambled to her feet, now having the strength to do so. Then she stopped. People? That meant rescue! Oh no. She had a battle with herself. People, company, food, rescue. No people, no company, no food, no rescue. Rescue meant jail. No rescue meant freedom! Still, her body was tired and sore, and subconsciously, she walked forward.
At first she couldn't find the source of the voices. She wandered around, becoming increasingly more afraid as she did so. There were no people! None! Her fear turned to panic, and she rushed around, breathing quick and fast. No people! She collapsed back onto the sand, crying bitterly. Then she got up again. She went to the treeline. No. She fell to the ground once more. She cried, then stood up again, and continued this, finding new strength, then losing it again. She ran, and ran, and ran and ran and ran. She stopped, catching her breath, and listened. Rustling! She had been washed up on the other side. People! She ran, tired again, collapsing at someones feet with relief, face streaked with tears, sweat and blood. Her hair was matted with it. Blood. She had dropped the rock, but rolled over at the same moment, and it struck her head, knocking her out for an hour or so. She was exhausted, bitter and angry. Not a good combination. She got up, shaking her head vigorously. Now there was people, there was hope.
What are we going to do to get the hell off this godforsaken island?
She yelled, angry with everyone, but herself most of all.
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Maxwell Shaw
Crash Site 1
Blind... but only on the outside
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Post by Maxwell Shaw on Sept 23, 2005 23:17:31 GMT
Maxwell
Maxwell heard Shannon voice and identify her age, she was young, probably had money. She was frigthened and worried about something. "I actually cant help you" he started. However on that moment someone fall at his feet and almost tripped him, however he managed to stay on his feet and moved his head down as if looking at the woman who had fallen in front of him. "Are you alright?" he asked not sure if the person was a woman or a man. He then moved his head following the sound of the waves. "Are we on a beach?" he asked without understanding yet. He understood that the plane had crashed but he still didnt understand the situation in which they were involved.
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John Locke
The Survivors of Flight 815
Into the Eye
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Post by John Locke on Sept 24, 2005 12:23:43 GMT
Locke was aware that he was not on the plane anymore. He knew it was morning because the light was hurting his eyes, making it hard for him to see. Locke was also aware that he was not in his wheel chair.
He was prepared to struggle to sit up but managed to stand with ease, something he had not been able to do in years. Was it a miracle? Had he died and gone to heaven?
The noise suddenly hit Locke like a high speed train. It was deafening, the sound of people screaming and the crackling hiss of the flames. It was awful, 1/3 of the plane was lying on the beach. There were bodies scattered everywhere and the walking wounded stumbled around in disbelief. Nothing, not even learning Bushcraft, could have prepared him for this.
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Post by Charlie on Sept 24, 2005 13:48:32 GMT
Charlie stumbled out of the treeline, head spinning. What the bloody hell was going on? he could see... people, some of whom he recognised from the plane he thought he'd been on. Some were like him, wandering as if in a dream, others - or parts ofothers - lay strewn like casually discarded shop dummies, heads lolling, torsos twisted, limbs at impossible angles. It seemed like they were lost in some haze (separate from the acrid smoke that scorched his throat) and although Charlie could see their mouths moving it was like they were behind soundproof glass, the only sound a deep whirring which came from a huge shining eye which towered in their midst, winking at him - its edges ragged as if freshly ripped from its socket - like silver powder streaked across a groupie's eyelid, or brown crystals on a bathroom counter...
He stared into its steely, mesmerising depths, and suddenly the world around him exploded - if he was numb to sensation before, now he seemed to drown in colour and sound. One voice cut through the chaos, calm and yet authoritative - "Stay away from it.. hey, get away!"[/b] As he turned to find the speaker (he couldn't besure, but he thought it belonged to a tall, dark haired man who now crouched amongst the human debris next to a heavily pregnant blonde girl) the man next to him was dragged forward. It seemed he was being yanked towards the monster eye by some invisible umbilical cord which tossed him up into the air... The eye became a cavernous mouth, swallowing him whole before exploding in tongues of orange and red...
Charlie ran. He didn't know where. He didn't care. Just anywhere but here... but the white sand was soft, shifting under his feet, and the next thing he got was a close-up view of a shoe. Glancing up he found it belonged to a young woman, her long dark hair falling in ragged waves which framed a tear-streaked but undeniably attractive face.
" 'Scuse me." He pulled himself to his feet, blushing slightly at his clumsiness. " 'Name's Charlie, by the way. Don't suppose you know what happened? Because one minute..." - Charlie glanced round, slightly dazed and more than a little confused - "One minute I was up... there, and the next I... wasn't. So. Um.." He gave her what he hoped was his charming face, and prayed she'd have a better grip on reality than he was currently demonstrating..
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Shannon
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Post by Shannon on Sept 24, 2005 15:17:56 GMT
Shannon was slightly shocked to see so many people coming out of the trees, she had thought that most of them would be dead. In a way she was slightly scared at the fact, that they were all there together fighting for survival, but she also thought it would be good to have the company. She looked up at Maxwell and said "So about my head?" Then she looked around at the others and said. "I don't suppose you have seen my step brother have you? His names Boone?" She didn't know any of these people which made her feel uncomfortable, she was used to being the center of attention, but at this present moment in time, Kate was the one, who was stealing her lime light, so she decided to say something to hopefully boost her chances of being the lovable person, who may need their help in the future, especially if she couldn't find Boone. "Oh. MY. God, she needs help, does anyone have some water She looks dehydrated??"
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Maxwell Shaw
Crash Site 1
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Post by Maxwell Shaw on Sept 24, 2005 16:07:49 GMT
Maxwell didnt replied to Shannon, his four senses were all focused on find out where he was and what had happened. He couldnt see, so he had to trust in his other senses, he could hear screams, fire, people running but also waves. Sand was hitting his face, so he was at a beach. But a beach where?. They were there...their plane crashed. They needed to calm down and think what they were going to do. "I need someone describe me the scene that its in front of me, please" he said with his calm and soft voice. He wasnt desperate, after all he was used to bad things happening to him.
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Kate
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Post by Kate on Sept 25, 2005 4:23:40 GMT
Kate
Kate took a breath, looking around her. She was sad, but mostly she was focused on her. Her. Oh god, what were they going to do? Stuck on this island, no one around, people dying, screaming...
She cried, tears streaming down her face in fear. What was going to happen to her? It was a lose-lose situation. She fell back onto the sand, head cradled in her arms, clothes ripped and torn. She stood up again, breathing heavily, eyes scanning for something, anything. She shook her head in disbelief. She had grasped that they were stuck faster than others, especially the people before her.
I am Kate. Our plane crashed. We are stuck on this island. Alone. No one else. We are going to die.
Kate croaked, deep, shuddering breaths forcing their way out.
I dont know what will happen. I dont know who to trust. But right now we are equal.
She glared at the man who was blushing. There was more important things here than clumsiness. Then she responded to the first man's question.
People are dying. The plane exploded. Blood is everywhere. Disembodied people are everywhere. We are stuck on an island, with no idea where we are.
She concluded, hiccups of fright coming again. Suddenly it was all too much for her. Her own words had made her realise the enormity of it all. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fainted.
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Maxwell Shaw
Crash Site 1
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Post by Maxwell Shaw on Sept 25, 2005 5:05:21 GMT
Maxwell
Listened carefully to what the woman said, picturing the image on his head. Fine now I know what Im dealing with. He then heard the sound of Kate's body when she fainted and he slowly moved his hand until he found her arm. She still had pulse, she was alive and that was it...however they needed a doctor. He had no idea if there had been one at the plane, and if it had been a doctor at the plane, had he survived to the accident? He ran his hand trough his hair and removed it covered with blood. He had hit his head and now it was bleeding. They needed to start treating the injuries, otherwise they would get infected, but he had no idea of what to do.
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Shannon
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Post by Shannon on Sept 25, 2005 14:12:31 GMT
After getting no response from the others, Shannon decided that life on the island was going to prove difficult, and some what surreal. She wanted to scream, she needed to know that her step brother was ok, she needed his companionship, but so far she had yet to find him. She looked to Kate for advice, as she was the only other woman around at the time, she said. "So what should we do, I mean. How are we going to survive this place?" She looked at her and waited for her response.
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Kate
The Survivors of Flight 815
Born to Run
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Post by Kate on Sept 25, 2005 21:02:26 GMT
(OOC: You should read the posts. I fainted. Oh well)
Kate
For the second time that day, the blackness cleared gradually, and Kate found herself lying on a beach. A beach? Why? What happened? Then it all rushed back to her. The people, the plane, the crash. She groaned, rolling over and standing up. Not hearing the womans question, she ran to the sea.
She waded up to her waist, then jumped in and began swimming out. Maybe there was another island, somewhere where no one would think of, where she could live until her dying time. Arm over head, under, over, under. She dipped her head underwater, and screamed. And screamed. The one place no one could hear. She swam out once more. Over, under, over, under, over, under...
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Shannon
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Post by Shannon on Sept 25, 2005 21:12:46 GMT
"Oh my God, she has lost the plot." Shannon pointed to Kate, who looked like she was trying to commit suicide to those on the beach. "Boone, would know what to do, He'd jump in after her" She stood there for a second watching Kate, then she got bored with it, and sat upon the sand and started to paint her toe nails a deep colored red, and just watched and listened out for any juicy gossip or information on how to survive this disaster.
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Post by Charlie on Sept 26, 2005 15:20:25 GMT
"On the other hand, maybe she's the only sane one"
Charlie blinked a few times. His head was starting to clear, but it hurt like hell so he was still sort of dazed.
"But maybe one of us should do something.." He shot a glance at the others. The blonde was painting her toenails, of all things (maybe he wasn't totally grounded afterall, he mused), so she wasn't likely to be of much use. And neither was he. "I.. um, I don't swim."
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Shannon
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Post by Shannon on Sept 26, 2005 15:47:26 GMT
Shannon Had finished painting her toe nails and had put the varnish back into her pink handbag, she looked up at Charlie and said, "Go ask that big fella, he looks like he can swim" She pointed to Locke. She fanned her toenails dry then got up to stretch her legs.
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