Best RPer Christmas 2005

[Charlie]

Eponine - First night after the crash, Epoinine settles down to sleep

Epoine watched as Tabitha and Angel snuggle down to sleep. Eponine slowly laid down herself and put the blanket Angel had given her earlier over her and made a pillow but she couldn't think of sleep. She lay there for a while and just looked at the two girls. Eponine then slowly rolled onto her back slowly and looked up at the sky which was above them. There were so many stars up there in the sky and Eponine had never seen so many before. For you see when you live in a city like Auckland city there are to many lights around to see many stars. She was really becoming home sick right now and tears came to her eyes as she layed - but they were silent tears for she didn't want to wake the girls. Eponine then saw a shooting star. She closed her eyes and then made a wish. "I wish that mother and father will be safe and be able to afford food while i'm goodness knows where" She wished her wish in her head and then she slowly opened her eyes and looked back over to the other girls and then rolled over and faced away from them and soon her eyes grew heavy and she ended up fast asleep herself.

[Charlie]

Helena - The 3 year old Helena on the beach right after the crash

"Wake up, miss Dell..." Helena sang as she shook the shoulder of a dead corpse, convinced that the corpse was merely asleep. Miss Dell...also known as Hannah Dell, one of the stars of Helena's mother's movie-in-the-making...didn't respond to the child's calls, or the child's touch. It was quite, quite obvious that she was deceased...but Helena, as a mere child of three, didn't seem to notice.

"Ouchie. You gotsa big owie on da head." Hel added pointing to Hannah's large cut on the side of her forehead. Hannah, obviously, didn't respond...and Helena frowned in frustration. "Wake up!" She screeched, shaking Hannah's shoulder again. The poor child didn't understand what was going on...she'd been on the plane, sitting next to her mother...her mother, who she'd cried for what seemed like hours for and had never responded...and now, she was here, in this big place full of trees and people lying on the ground and the big metal thing that Hel could only assume was the plane.

But was the plane really that small? She remembered it being so big, when they'd boarded it. She'd even commented on its largeness, pointing a small, childish finger up at it in astonishment, and letting Kamilliah know just how big it was in her eyes - and at that moment, she'd spread her arms out as far as they could go. Yep, that big. And that was pretty big, for a three year old.

But now, Helena wasn't worried about the size of the plane. Had the plane ride worn everybody out? There were a lot of people laying on the ground. She'd recognized some of them...like Minnie, the lady who always gave Hel a piece of candy whenever she saw her...and Robbie, who was really funny and liked to make Helena laugh...and then, there had been Aia, who was Robbie's sister's husband's sister, who Helena had just referred to as "Auntie Aia", because it was easier. None of them had come to the rescue when she'd cried, or when she'd called for Kamilliah, or John, or anyone else that she knew. They'd all just sat there with their eyes closed, and scrapes and cuts all over their bodies. It only made Helena grow even more frustrated...and this was merely the last straw. Yet again, she let the tears begin to pour out of her eyes as she plopped herself down next to Hannah Dell, sticking her thumb in her mouth as she began to wail.

"Maaaaammmmmaaaaaaaa..."

I'm particularly impressed with this one because it's from the POV of a 3 year old, which isn't easy...

[Charlie]

Locke - musing while he cooks a fish

Locke had just left Charlie and Claire who had seemed content in just sitting and chatting. That was all too..... passive for John Locke. Admitedly he had been a regional collection supervisor for a box company and in a wheelchair- not a very exciting exsistance but the island bought out everyone's inner desires and passions and Lockes was survival.

Locke smiled to himself, it was still odd that he was now walking on two legs instead of on rotating wheels. It was nice, it made him feel free. What would that jerk Randy say now? And come to that what would the travel agent at the Walkabout say? Misrepresented himself huh? Had he never heard of
Norman Croucher. Norman Croucher, double amputee, no legs. He climbed to the top of Mt. Everest. Why? It was his destiny.

Locke had come to Australia for one purpose and one alone. A journey of spiritual renewal, where one derives strength from the earth. And becomes inseparable from it, or so he believed. The island was Locke's walkabout, his destiny and it would reward him.

Chosen because of close reference to the series and real insight into what makes Locke tick

[Charlie]

Lola - Finding other survivors

Lola had been exploring. At first, a terrifired sort of shock had set in: the plane had actually *crashed*. She hadn't ever really believed that could happen. It was something that happend in movie, for entertainment - like aliens. But this plane, her plane, had crashed. Her first few hours were consumed with trying to get her head around that little tidbit.

After her brain had once again started to function past sheer disbelief, she'd reflected that she shouldn't be too surprised - it fitted perfectly with her luck. Not much had gone right lately, though a lot had gone wrong. She'd gone on to stew in self pity for a while, creating a mental list of all the injustices doen to her - imagined or real, who cared. All of this on the soft sand of a cove, the tide lapping lazily at the shore.

It was only then that she realised she was on a *tropical island*, and things started to look up. Never, ever having been practical, she was hit only by the beauty of the place, and especially the novelty. She had also mused, in a detached way, that this was kinda like the seven stages of grief, only really, really quick. Still not quite herself - pretty island or not, it was still a plane crash - she sat down on the shore and, delighted to find her notebook stowed in her pocket as she remembered, wrote until she couldn't she couldn't see anymore. Thankfully, the moon was big, so wasn't too creeped out and slept on the sand. She wasn't sure what she'd do if it went pitch black.

That had been her first day. Now, on the second, she was looking for people. She figured she couldn't be all alone. She didn't have the luck to survive what others couldn't, ergo others were alive. She couldn't see anyone on the sand, as far as she could see, and the sun was starting to get really hot - far too hot for someone who, until recently, had never left Brighton. A *lot* had changed, she reflected.

By process of elimination, she headed into the forestry that bordered the cove.The heat was less oppressive here, and the lush colours appealed to her. She kept walking for a while, with no idea how long, and just kept going. Finally, it occurred to her to stop; she leant against a tree to think. There had to be people, she was sure. But perhaps less sure than before. She really didn't want to be alone here. She was in danger of slipping back into melancholy, when she heard voices, and her heart started beating rapidly, and she could hear it in her ears. Pushing through the shrubbery towards the noise, she came across an uncomfortable looking, muscular man with a small girl, who seemed determined to stay asleep, her eyes shut tightly with that conviction only small children seemed to be able to muster.

She was never good with new people. She got very, very shy. But she wsn't gonna stay all alone here. So, she built up her courage for a moment, fidgeting - the guy must be deep on thought, she wasn't being quiet - and announced her presence.

"Hi?"

[Charlie]

Sayid - Fixing the transceiver

Sayid had been working hard all day in the shade of the trees on the transceiver. He didn't seem to be getting all that far really but it was keeping him busy. He had nothing else to do except look out over the ocean for any sign of rescue, which he was pretty convinced by now, was not coming any time soon. He looked up, over the beach, moving his dark hair back from his eyes. No one was around, it had been so quiet for a few hours now. Maybe they were all at the caves or maybe something was going on.

He stood up, wiping his forehead with a piece of cloth and walking out onto the sand. The sun really was over powering. He guessed it was around mid day as the sun was high in the sky and had been up now around 6 or 7 hours. He walked over to the very edge of the shore, sitting on a rock that was lonely on the beach. He looked back, still no one on the beach. Oh, how he longed to be in the water, it looked so cool and refreshing but he had way too much to do. He still had to look over Rousseau's maps yet. Maybe ask Shannon if she could help him, he was starting to enjoy her company more and more each day. She wasn't the spoilt brat everyone else saw when she was around him, she was nice and always had a smile on her face.

He'd do that later though, right now, he just wanted to take a break and think. If he cleared his mind a little, it might make him better when he went back to work. A deep sigh left his lips as he ran his hand once again over his forehead, wiping away the sweat that the sun was giving him.

[Charlie]

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