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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 19, 2006 3:10:38 GMT -5
Locke's Shelter Location found in box F3 below: Each box is 3 miles by 3 miles. It takes an hour to walk 3 miles. But also keep in mind that hiking (like that really steep hill to get to higher ground) will take a heck of a lot longer and that if you're running (like from some jungle thing), that you'll get somewhere faster. |
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Post by Locke on Oct 19, 2006 14:30:01 GMT -5
John Locke's eyes opened slowly, and he squinted slightly at the bright sun above him. His shelter had a roof, of course. But he couldn't understand why anyone wouldn't want to see the stars above them, why they would want to close themselves off from nature.
Man was forever closing himself away from nature, though. It happened all the time, and it was happening more frequently. Man ignored his roots, ignored the things that mattered and shut himself away in four-walled rooms with the endless hum of machines to replace the calls of birds or the gentle movement of the stream. It was clear insanity for a man to remove himself from all of that.
He had been a slave. A slave to his...condition. He was completely free. Free from his condition, free from his old life.
He yawned, stretched, and stood. He jogged on the spot for a few seconds, wakening himself up. With a big smile on his beaming face, he considered going to the doctor, and then changed his mind, heading to-wards the jungle.
***Locke leaves for F3 - Jungle Outskirts of Survivor's Camp***
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Post by Locke on Dec 5, 2006 15:57:29 GMT -5
This was an opportunity. It wasn't simply an opportunity to live his life as he had always wanted, or to count his blessings, or to figure out what he was meant to do next. Indeed, he'd spent almost no time trying to figure out what to do next. He would know when he had to do something. He would know.
The opportunity in John Locke's mind was the opportunity of making friends. Gwen was an acquaintance who was fast becoming a friend, and he hoped Ana-Lucia would return. She seemed to be a strong, knowledgeable woman. The same went for Gwen, both were intelligent, responsible, and strong-willed. But back to his point. Friends.
He would start talking more tomorrow. Start getting acquainted with the rest of the survivors. Help them. Be kind to them. Every opportunity to work and live with people was an opportunity to make friends, and while John had never been the most popular kid, he'd always been eager and friendly.
He'd never made an effort to 'change' himself from the person he was in order to make new friends. If people didn't like him for the person he was, they weren't worth his time.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 22, 2006 5:00:04 GMT -5
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Post by Locke on Dec 26, 2006 16:42:51 GMT -5
John Locke's eyes hazily opened, but within a few moment, he was ready and alert for whatever the day had to bring him. In this place, it could be almost anything. He stretched as he awoke, sitting up, and wondered if he hiking party where back yet. They wouldn't have the results they wanted, but they would have the results that were inevitable. He went to the entrance of his shelter, opening it and looking out at everything and everyone around him.
He saw Gwen, talking to a tall man. The look in the man's eyes was obvious. And again, he was reminded of Jacob and Ana-Lucia, and the simmering tension and chemistry between them. Three days, and people were already showing signs of affection to-wards each other, which was good. A sign of beginning acceptance. There were few things in the world more powerful than love. It sounded a little...dramatic, to say in his mind, but it was true nonetheless.
Was it really, though? If it was, he would've denied his father. He would've kept Helen. She would've said yes. She would've stayed. He felt tugs of pain deep down inside him at the mere though of her, and he bowed his head slightly, for one of the first times, the smile on his face disappearing.
Everything with Helen had gone...so well. They were both moving past his father, when...when it all happened...the love of his life, torn away from him by his father. His father, again, ruining things for him.
But blaming his father would get him nowhere. He knew where he blame lay. With him, and him alone. He couldn't blame Helen at all, and it was his own choice to become involved in his father's business again. He realized that now, and he was rightly punished. Lying to those men, getting into potentially dangerous work...he had endangered himself, and worse, Helen. He'd been a fool.
But those thoughts, that man, that woman, it had all passed. He was here now. He had a destiny, and he would follow it, whether it included a special woman or not.
As he glanced around, he saw a little girl, working on her sandcastle. He didn't see parents anywhere. They could've been around, but more likely, they weren't. In a strange place, they would've had the little girl wherever she went.
He grabbed four oranges he'd placed in a pile, and headed over to her.
***John Locke leaves for Beach and Shore***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 20, 2007 3:21:11 GMT -5
DAY 4 ENDS, SEVERAL HOURS HAVE GONE BY, DAY 5 BEGINS |
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Post by Locke on Apr 29, 2007 10:14:43 GMT -5
John Locke's eyes opened slowly, and like every morning since he came here, he was smiling. He was beyond the million thoughts running through his head of how happy he was, he was now just..covered in a blanket of bliss.
He stood (stood!), and reached for his case. It was too beautiful a day to stay around inside his flimsy little tent.
***Locke leaves for G3 - Fuselage and Surrounding Area***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 15, 2007 18:09:26 GMT -5
DAY 5 ENDS, SEVERAL HOURS HAVE GONE BY, DAY 6 BEGINS ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ DAY 6 ENDS, SEVERAL HOURS HAVE GONE BY, DAY 7 BEGINS |
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