John Locke
The Survivors of Flight 815
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Post by John Locke on Sept 26, 2005 18:11:40 GMT
Locke was still amazed at his miraculous recovery when he heard the small man's voice. He looked at him for a few seconds and made his decision- this guy had a problem and he would be the one to solve it. But first he had to test his swimming capabilities.
He walked quickly towards the man, getting used to the feeling of supporting his own weight again.
He smiled broadly and took off his shoes and jacket.
"Here goes nothing........"
Locke waded into the sea cautiously, braving the waves to save this interesting young woman.
"STAY THERE, I'M COMING TO HELP!!!!!!"
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Shannon
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Post by Shannon on Sept 26, 2005 19:57:37 GMT
Shannon "has any one got any popcorn, this could be interesting to watch!" She sat upon the sand again and watched Locke swim out to Kate.
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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 27, 2005 3:47:37 GMT
Maxwell
sat down next to Shannon, "You know, sight is not everything in life" he said slowly. Some times he liked the darkness that was around him. It was comforting some times.
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Shannon
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Post by Shannon on Sept 28, 2005 14:50:14 GMT
Shannon "Oh, yeah. God I am sorry. Me and my big mouth huh! I was just tryin to make conversation ya know!" She rubbed her forehead, it still hurt, but it was more of a dull sting now. Boone, where are you? She delved into her handbag and got out a tissue, she stuck it to the cut, held there purely by the wet of the blood, she had nothing to stick it with, so she just smirked to herself and said. "That'll do"
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Maxwell Shaw
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Post by Maxwell Shaw on Sept 28, 2005 20:05:45 GMT
Maxwell
"Oh dont worry" he said, "Im used to people talk about things that I cant see" he added smiling softly. "But tell me, is the beach really beautiful?" he asked her. He liked darkness, but he would prefer the light and colors, everything he had known when he was 9.
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Shannon
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Post by Shannon on Sept 29, 2005 12:27:28 GMT
Shannon Sat closer to Maxwell, she didn't want to answer that question about the description of the beach, because she didn't want to offend him or annoy him in any way, but she also felt like she had to tell him so she replied. "Well, the trees behind us, look kinda freaky, I wouldn't want to go in there on my own. The beach itself, yeh its pretty, the sea is really blue and the sand, we are sitting on is white." She looked up to the sky and continued. "It's going to get dark soon, the clouds have gone grey, perhaps we should get together with the others and figure out where we are all going to sleep?"
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Maxwell Shaw
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Post by Maxwell Shaw on Sept 29, 2005 22:17:58 GMT
Maxwell
smiled as she described the beach, it seemed it was beautiful. He moved his head to her, "Perhaps you could call them out? I think they went to the ocean right?" he asked her remembering about what Locke had said.
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Kate
The Survivors of Flight 815
Born to Run
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Post by Kate on Sept 30, 2005 6:02:53 GMT
Kate
Kate paused, anger burning in her eyes as she reflected upon herself. What was she doing? She was stupid. The only way to survive was to get back on that freakin' island with all those people. She raved at herself, turning around and heading back to shore. She heard a shout and looked up. An old man? Thankyou very much, but she could do this herself. She looked up to the shore. Someone was painting her toenails! Pink handbag, all this stupid tarty stuff. Didn't she know they were stuck on an island? They had food and water to think about, not whether their toenails were painted and their moisturiser safe!
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John Locke
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Into the Eye
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Post by John Locke on Sept 30, 2005 14:56:21 GMT
John waded out further towards the young woman. He thought she looked capable but wanted to know for certain if she needed his help. "DO YOU NEED A HAND?"
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Shannon
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Post by Shannon on Sept 30, 2005 18:05:53 GMT
Shannon Looked at Maxwell and said. "Yeah your right, gimme a hand to gather the troops" She stood up and pulled him to his feet and said. "One. Two. Three." To insinuate a countdown that on the count of three they were to shout "Hey, Come here". She took a deep breath and shouted; for her life depended on it, and the help of those around her.
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Kate
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Post by Kate on Sept 30, 2005 21:47:26 GMT
Kate
Kate scowled. Of course she didn't need help! Not from him, anyway. She shook her head vigorously, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming as more salt water seeped into the cut on her head.
She swam back to shore, collapsing on the beach. She stood up, and looked at the man who was going to swim out for her. As if! She could out-swim him any day. At least he tried. Came a small voice from inside Kate's head. She knew she should thank him for trying, but she was never good at the soppy stuff.
Thanks
She said grudgingly, then turned to the group, exhaustion setting in, but that wouldn't stop her. She looked at the blonde one, the tarty one, scornfully. She knew she was luckier than some on this friggin' island. She yelled:
Okay guys, emergency here! Anyone who can walk, gather here now! We have to figure out what to do!
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Maxwell Shaw
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Post by Maxwell Shaw on Sept 30, 2005 23:09:55 GMT
Maxwell
picked up his walking stick and stood up with Shannon's help. He then walked to the shout that he had heard. He walked knowing exactly where she was, his earing was almost perfect. "Perhaps we should find a place where we can spend the night...and tomorrow find a better place?" he suggested with a friendly smile on his face. He was like that, he never forced anybody to do things...he only gave ideas and then helped to make them real.
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Kate
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Post by Kate on Oct 1, 2005 3:05:07 GMT
Kate
Kate looked over to the man suggesting, nodding slightly and answering.
Yes, we should; don't want to spend the night among debris and human remains. The forest would be ideal, but it looks a bit gloomy. If we stayed near the edge we wouldn't get much shelter, in the middle would be perfect, but easy to get lost and I'm sure some people are claustrophobic.
She saw the man was blind, and felt a pang of sympathy. Then she remembered the times she had only had darkness, when her life was a gaping hole of despair. Sometimes darkness could be better than seeing the horrible truth, and she felt another pang, this time of envy. He didn't have to see the broken bodies and hard times to come. But then she remembered the hopelessness she had felt, and hardened up. No point being soft and vunerable. This was a dog-eat-dog world, and nothing was going to change that.
We also need food. Can anyone fish here? Or use a bow and arrow? Anything???
Stress was setting in, hopes were running low and fear high. Who knows what would come of this?
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Post by Charlie on Oct 1, 2005 20:28:07 GMT
"I can fish..."
Charlie had been watching and trying to figure out what the hell was going on. The brunette - had she said her name was Kate? - had told him the plane had crashed... by rights he ought to be dead. But he wasn't.. so he felt the need to justify his existence. Maybe God was giving him a second chance... in which case he needed to prove that he had some use. Yeah, he hadn't really fished since he was a kid, but it couldn't be that hard...
"I mean... England's an island. We fish all the time. I'm a fishing fiend..."
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Kate
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Post by Kate on Oct 2, 2005 0:32:07 GMT
Kate
Kate scowled slightly, then regained her posture.
Like, properly? Not just goldfish. So you, from England?
Bad memories haunted her at the sound of England. She had almost been caught there. The police had been right on her tail when she stole that truck. But still, if he said he could fish, he'd better not let them down. People were counting on him, and her, and everyone else here. How could they survive? Fright once more forced it's way into her head, bringing with it panic. But panic was easy for Kate to control. She had to, sneaking into airports. If she acted suspicious they would get her. She shivered, wrenching her mind from the past. It was her future, and the other's around her, that mattered.
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