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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 19, 2006 3:24:06 GMT -5
Ethan's Shelter Location found in box G3 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 Ethan Rom on Oct 19, 2006 11:24:58 GMT -5
Ethan had gotten around two hours sleep. He'd spent most of his night actually constructing a shelter that wouldn't collapse on him, and many of the good pieces of wreckage and supplies had already been taken.
He rolled over, yearning for his real bed, and slowly sat up.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Nov 1, 2006 11:37:47 GMT -5
***Ethan leaves for G3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Nov 9, 2006 14:28:26 GMT -5
***Ethan enters***
Perhaps the tiny man had been right. Did he have a crush on Gwen?
Now he was forced to really think about it. There was no one around to really distract him. How exactly did he feel about Gwen, and why the hell did he form a crush on any girl that wasn't completely repulsed by him and showed him the slightest piece of kindness? Ethan was used to rejection. He knew he was no Ben Browder or Wentworth Miller. He had average luck with women. But more often then not, he felt more strongly then the woman.
There had been women to whom he'd been a close friend. Perhaps Gwen was like that. A friend he had feelings for.
A woman with a close male friend...he knew that story. It was like....a company, a job. It was like the company said to the worker, 'You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.
Gwen was far too beautiful to ever be interested in him, and far too smart to ever look at him in that way.
He began to busy himself, dividing the food out, and sorting it into a backpack.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Nov 13, 2006 15:49:27 GMT -5
It would be best now, to try giving out the food, or finding people to help. He heaved his backpack up, and left.
***Ethan leaves for F3 - Area of Survivors' Camp***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Nov 28, 2006 16:31:16 GMT -5
Ethan fell back into his piles of pillows, sighing deeply as he stared at the ceiling of his shelter. He'd tried handing out food, but people were so...selfish. Taking more than they needed, and he'd eventually left them to their own devices.
Gwendolyn Havers. There was a name, which happened to be the name of the only person he was remotely interested in. He'd give Tom the name if he saw him, and then get more information.
What the short guy had said about him...that he had a crush on Gwen...couldn't be true, could it? After such a short time? Perhaps it was just the result of being alone for so long. For wanting to attach to, well...anyone. Still. She was special, and he did consider her a friend. The first one in a very long time.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 22, 2006 4:57:54 GMT -5
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Post by Ethan Rom on Dec 23, 2006 16:28:24 GMT -5
Ethan felt...drained. Physically, he felt that he could not move. He wanted to relax, but not into his crude assortment of blankets, into a real bed. He wanted to sleep, and not to wake up, because his dreams were always so much more lovely than real life.
He hated that he had a crush on Gwen, especially since it had grown so fast. How attached he'd become, already. For her sake, more than his. He couldn't control himself when he got attached. Jealously stemmed out of feelings of self-hate and inadequacy, or so he'd been told. A thought that made him furious. He got jealous easily because...well, perhaps he was too judgmental.
Judgmental, him....he had no right to be. He was a murderer. A killer. A monster. A failure. An overgrown child, throwing angry fits. A sad, lonely excuse for a human being with no redeeming qualities.
Perhaps that's why he attached to people so quickly...it was incomprehensible to him that anyone could love someone like him. His father didn't love him. His father wanted nothing to do with him, and had never showed interest in him. The only time he'd talked to his father, it had been a confrontation, or a belittlement. Another little chip away at a young boy's confidence. Every day, a new complaint, every hour, a new hurt.
Ethan felt a desire for Gwen, to hold her, to bring her back to the family she'd talked about, to stroke her hair lightly and comfort her, to make her laugh, to see her smile. Any thoughts of sex hadn't entered his mind. Not yet. His desire was only to keep her around, and Ethan's emotions and feelings often over-ruled his sex drive. Well, half and half. He was only human. And Gwen was intensely beautiful, but when the slightest thought of her unclothed creeped into his mind, he banished the thought as fast as possible. He feel immense guilt over any thought of her in a...way that was any other than pure, as if he was betraying her.
Perhaps it was best to distant himself from her, should the crush ever grow to something more. Best for her. She certainly wouldn't want a drooling, stalking, murdering, ugly bastard who was worth nothing hanging around her...she was a light, a beautiful, shining light. And lights attracted all sorts of hideous creatures.
Why did he do this to himself? Trick himself into thinking he had friends, tricking himself into thinking that anyone cared about him? Juliet was a patient friend. Patient with him. Tom was a friend because he was a friend to everyone. Benjamin, Cyrus, Danny and Colleen tolerated him. Aaron despised him. Why would Gwen be different? Sooner or later she'd realize what he was, that every word he spoke to her was a lie. And then she would hate him, and he...couldn't handle another person hating him. And they all did, in the end. Quite simply, he wasn't meant to be have friends or more, he wasn't meant to be loved. Some people were just made to suffer.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Dec 23, 2006 18:56:31 GMT -5
***Ethan leaves for G3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Feb 20, 2007 16:56:22 GMT -5
***Ethan enters***
He walked inside his shelter, his shoulders slouching as he calmly stood. Then, he suddenly kicked over a suitcase from the plane he'd been using to keep clothes his size in. He clenched his fists, and slumped to his knees, picking the silver suitcase up.
He'd just pushed Gwen away. Not what he wanted, but the only option, and at the moment, he was angry that gotten close in the first place. He slammed his fist into the suitcase, imagining it was Sawyer's smug, satisfied face. Then again, this time, it was Ana's scowling, judgmental look.
This whole thing was a mess. Nothing more and nothing less. And it was everyone's fault but his.
Sawyer's, for being there. Ana's, for humiliating him.
He punched the case again, his mind seeing a fresh face. Yes, Richard Alpert's fault, for bringing him to the island in the first place.
Another strike, ignoring the pain on his fist. Ben's fault, for being a bad leader, for never helping. Juliet's, for shooting him down for that creepy little man with the power.
He looked up, glancing out the shelter entrance. And he found himself attacking the case again. Cyrus. Cyrus, just outside his shelter, getting involved despite Ben's (probably) explicit orders not to. Not doing his duty. And the people with him, for falling for his stupid act.
His father's face, now, for the sin of being a bad parent. Of forgetting that anything mattered other than Ethan's numerous failures.
And Tucker's face, for making him kill. For setting him on the path he couldn't deviate from, the path he had to follow no matter how much he wanted to stray from it.
His knuckles were bloody and worn now, and he sighed heavily, out of breath from his savage attack on the suitcase. He looked down at the reflective silver surface, seeing his face.
No. No, this is your fault, Ethan Rom. This has been your fault from the beginning. No one told you to kill Tucker, you made that choice yourself. You beat on Sawyer to make yourself feel better. Ben does the best he can, and Juliet simply doesn't see you that way. No blaming them. Ana did the right thing, wanting to put cuffs on an animal like you. And people have had worse fathers. And Cyrus...Cyrus has always been like that. Not obeying orders, he's just being himself. This is all you, Rom. This is all you.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Mar 3, 2007 12:32:56 GMT -5
***Ethan leaves for G4 - Jungle Outskirts Near Fuselage***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Mar 24, 2007 17:39:49 GMT -5
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 1, 2007 7:48:10 GMT -5
He had started to hear him. The guy in the medical shelter, dying, screaming in pain, and it was getting annoying. It was a waste, too, there was no point in keeping him alive. There was no benefit to anyone.
He placed a pillow over his ears. "Just die already." he grunted bitterly.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 6, 2007 8:36:08 GMT -5
Ethan stood. It wasn't like he was going to sleep anyway. He ran a finger along the cut on his nose, and then left.
***Ethan leaves for G3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 20, 2007 3:35:51 GMT -5
DAY 4 ENDS, SEVERAL HOURS HAVE GONE BY, DAY 5 BEGINS
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 20, 2007 12:01:49 GMT -5
Ethan's eyes snapped open. New day, new attempt to forget the awkwardness of last night. At least the dying man was no longer dying.
He sat up, yawning slightly, and started to change. He'd already started a little drama play, despite his short time at the camp. He'd made a friend of Gwen, an enemy of Ana. Ana, who he was still angry at for humiliating him. But still, there was little point in complaining until something could be done.
He pulled on a blue shirt, yawned again, and headed outside.
***Ethan leaves for G3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 29, 2007 14:34:56 GMT -5
***Ethan enters***
He collapsed down at the entrance to his shelter, sighing and glancing around. He felt...so tired. Of everything.
"Hey there."
Ethan looked up for a moment, to see the familiar pudgy outline of Arzt. "Oh. Hi, Leslie."
"Yeah, hey." he took a seat next to Ethan, looking over at him with an expressionless face.
"Arzt, is there a reason you've decided to sit right next to me with barely a word?" asked Ethan, his expression a mixture of puzzlement and exasperation.
Arzt looked at him for a moment, and then said in a deadly serious tone, "Don't hurt my friend Ana."
Ethan stared for a moment, and then burst into laughter. "Don't...what...what? Are you completely and amazingly stupid?"
"I have a highly respected doctorate from a remarkable university from the great state of New Jersey. I'm a doctor, and you're a thug. Now, who's stupid?"
Anyone else, and Ethan's patience would've have lasted. But Arzt seemed genuinely unaware of how things stood, and he decided to humor him. "All right then, your friend Ana...."
"Yeah, we kinda have a thing going. And I know, firecracker like she is, that she stopped you from attacking the hillbilly that looks like he stars in Head and Shoulders' commercials." he said. "Don't you hurt her, or they'll be consequences."
Ethan struggled to contain his laughter. "Oh, I understand. Wouldn't want to get you upset."
"Damn straight. I happen to be a Brown belt in Jujitsu." stated Arzt, quickly assuming a fighting pose before pointing at Ethan with two fingers, and then bringing those two fingers back to his eyes. "Watching you, buddy."
Ethan turned away for a moment so Arzt wouldn't see his grin. "I totally understand. Thanks a lot, man."
"For what?"
"Nothing, I'm just really cheered up."
Arzt looked confused for a moment, and then turned away. There was silence for a moment. "So, why do you have the hots for that Gwen chick?"
Ethan closed his eyes. "Oh God. What?"
"You wouldn’t have sex with her, would ya?"
Ethan's eyes snapped open again, and he instantly turned to Arzt. "Oh yeah, I would."
"Really?"
Ethan nodded with unrelenting enthusiasm. "Oh yeah, oh yeah. I would do everything to her. I don’t care what she looks like. I would wreck that chick."
"Well, you are a trooper." said Arzt. He paused for a moment, and then stood, walking off.
Ethan stared for a moment, yawned, and wondered if what just happened had actually just happened.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Jun 1, 2007 8:36:03 GMT -5
***Ethan leaves for G3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Jul 8, 2007 14:32:39 GMT -5
***Ethan enters his shelter***
Well, Gwen was nowhere to be seen. Not that he'd spent a great deal of time looking, he was now trapped in the eternal sphere of boredom and exhaustion. He took a seat down in his shelter, leaning back and closing his eyes.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 15, 2007 18:24:20 GMT -5
DAY 5 ENDS, SEVERAL HOURS HAVE GONE BY, DAY 6 BEGINS
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