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Post by Preston Saint on May 18, 2007 17:25:38 GMT -5
"Perhaps even the Cook Islands, though I think we'd have to have been wildly off course to have crashed there. As far as I'm aware we hadn't had any reason to make a detour."
"Well, Ms Harkness...this is the only village on this island. The rest of the island is full of dangerous wildlife, we stay well within our boundaries. I'm not certain how your plane came to be here, but this island is...well, it's sort of a little secret." He sat down on his couch, spreading his arms. "We're just...here alone. I'm the resident doctor. We're the first establishment of what could eventually become a thriving community. For now...we just have the basics."
He studied her sympathetically. "I'm afraid there's...not really any communication for now. We're living very much in isolation. But don't worry, we'll get you off this island as soon as possible."
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Post by ana on May 18, 2007 17:44:38 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"Well, Ms Harkness...this is the only village on this island. The rest of the island is full of dangerous wildlife, we stay well within our boundaries. I'm not certain how your plane came to be here, but this island is...well, it's sort of a little secret."
"A secret island? You're kidding right?" She scoffed, but after a moment it became apparent he was deadly serious.
"We're just...here alone. I'm the resident doctor. We're the first establishment of what could eventually become a thriving community. For now...we just have the basics."
Samantha knitted her brows, a little confused by what he was saying.
"Who exactly is we? How many people live here?" There was a moments pause. "And where exactly is here?"
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Post by Preston Saint on May 18, 2007 17:51:20 GMT -5
"Who exactly is we? How many people live here? And where exactly is here?"
"Like I said, we're...sort of a commune. It sounds weird, I know." he admitted. "And we're quite close to Fiji, with a population of...say, about fifty. Most of us are searching for crash survivors. It's quite impressive you managed to reach us." He leaned forward. "Are you sure you don't want me to take a look at those wounds?"
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 4:42:05 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"And we're quite close to Fiji, with a population of...say, about fifty. Most of us are searching for crash survivors. It's quite impressive you managed to reach us."
The throbbing in her feet began to distract her from her train of thought, so Samantha finally took a seat beside Preston on his couch.
"Oh let's just say I have some experience in this kind of environment. This isn't my first plane crash. I think perhaps I'm just lucky."
"Are you sure you don't want me to take a look at those wounds?"
She glanced down at the wet cloth of her skirt where the blood had soaked through and the cuts on her arms that seemed to make a criss cross pattern in places. They weren't life threatening, but given that Preston was the resident doctor in this...commune, it would have been foolish of Samantha to not accept his help. She knew even minor injuries could become far more serious in a jungle environment where bacteria and disease could be rampant.
"Would you mind? They're not too bad, I think just some antiseptic and a few bandages will surfice."
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 5:23:05 GMT -5
"Would you mind? They're not too bad, I think just some antiseptic and a few bandages will surfice."
"Of course. I'll be back in a moment." he said, standing and exiting to find his spare first aid kit. It wasn't every day a beautiful woman dropped out of the sky. Sadly, he realized he wasn't about to woo her with candle-lit dinners and roses. Well, maybe after time. If she joined them, which she would, because there really was no alternative.
He silently locked the windows and doors he moved past. He briefly checked on his soup, and then returned with the first aid kit. He snapped it open. "After I'm done here, would you like some soup, or coffee? Or anything else to eat? I was just in the middle of making something." he said, and then instructed, "Hold out your arm please."
"Oh, not coffee, you're English, so...you like tea, right?"
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 6:54:00 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
While Preston was gone, Samantha took a moment to let her eyes wander around the room. If she'd just woken up there, she might have thought she was in a normal house anywhere in the world. Not in the middle of a jungle commune on some remote island. Hearing him return, she returned to her more ladylike demeanor, clasping her hands in her lap with her legs neatly crossed beneath her.
"After I'm done here, would you like some soup, or coffee? Or anything else to eat? I was just in the middle of making something."
"I thought I could smell something wonderful." She smiled, hearing her stomach rumble slightly. "Your too kind, really."
"Hold out your arm please."
Samantha did as instructed, letting Preston put his medical expertise to good effect. Now and then she winced as the antiseptic stung at her cuts, but she did her level best to keep the English stiff upper lip through the pain.
"Oh, not coffee, you're English, so...you like tea, right?"
"Yes, tea would be wonderful." She watched him work, wondering what kind of a man he was to have chosen such a life of remoteness.
"So, Mr. Saint. How is it you came to be living on this island? It's not the kind of thing one would expect after all." She asked politely.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 7:04:23 GMT -5
"Your too kind, really."
"It's no problem, Ms Harkness. If you need anything at all, I'll be happy to help you." he said with a kind smile.
"So, Mr. Saint. How is it you came to be living on this island? It's not the kind of thing one would expect after all."
"Oh, I just...like the quiet, really." he said calmly, applying antiseptic to her numerous cuts and scrapes. "And I suppose it's almost an adventure, something unique, different. Not many people can say they have the life that I have."
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 10:49:44 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"And I suppose it's almost an adventure, something unique, different. Not many people can say they have the life that I have."
"You're a lucky man indeed Mr. Saint. Which makes me equally lucky to have bumped into you." Samantha thought for a moment before raising her next question.
"If you're the only doctor on this island....why is it you didn't volunteer to go help if you thought there might be survivors?" Her tone was curious rather than suspicious.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 10:52:09 GMT -5
"If you're the only doctor on this island....why is it you didn't volunteer to go help if you thought there might be survivors?"
He paused for a second. That was a good question. He reached up, starting to dab a cut on her face. "Well, I couldn't leave my soup." he joked, and stood. "Honestly, we didn't think there really would be survivors. The surgeon went, and I loaned them one of my kits. Besides, the boss told me to stay, and what he says pretty much goes."
He turned, heading towards the kitchen. "I'll get you your tea, Ms Harkness. I'm getting that right, am I? It isn't Mrs Harkness?"
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 12:05:33 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"Honestly, we didn't think there really would be survivors. The surgeon went, and I loaned them one of my kits. Besides, the boss told me to stay, and what he says pretty much goes."
That made sense, after all, her last encounter with a gravity defying plane had much the same result.
"I'll get you your tea, Ms Harkness. I'm getting that right, am I? It isn't Mrs Harkness?"
"It was very nearly Mrs. Marbury once over, but that was a long time ago." She sighed as if the memory was a painful one. "No, Harkness was my father's name. It's definately still Ms." She called through as he left the room. Already the stinging on her cuts was ebbing away and she felt much better. All she needed now was a few sips of tea, and then she'd ask to use their communications post.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 12:22:36 GMT -5
"No, Harkness was my father's name. It's definately still Ms."
"Oh, OK." he said simply, walking in the kitchen and starting to brew a pot of tea. He also readied his soup, pouring it into a bowl and placing the soup and tea on a tray, along with some filtered water in case it was all a little too hot for her. And then, he subtly dropped a mild sedative into her tea. Nothing too strong. Just to make her more complacent.
A moment later, he entered the living room with a tray of soup, tea, water and an Apollo chocolate bar. He smiled, laying down the tray for her. "There. My friends should be back soon, so hopefully you'll be on a rescue chopper by this afternoon."
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 12:36:04 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Seeing the well laid out tray suddenly appear in his arms, Samantha felt like this may have been the most surreal crash ordeal anyone had ever had. Firstly, she'd landed fairly unscathed from what could have been a fatal crash. Then she stumbles upon a civilised community where a doctor sees to her injuries and makes her fresh soup and tea. Samantha truely did lead a charmed life.
"Oh my, you really didn't need to go to so much trouble." She protested politely. Then the smell of the hot tea seduced her into submission and she scooped up the hot brew, blew on it a couple of times to cool it down, then drank deeply. Apparently the trekking through the jungle had made her more thristy than she'd thought.
"Mmmm..." She said, wiping a few drops from her lips with her fingers. "You make a very good cup of tea Mr. Saint." She smiled. "It's sweeter than I'm used to, what's your secret?" She took another mouthful.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 12:47:09 GMT -5
"You make a very good cup of tea Mr. Saint. It's sweeter than I'm used to, what's your secret?"
He smiled as he watched her drink the tea, finding it oddly sexy. Then again, he found the fact that she was all dirty quite sexy, so it was probably only him. "Secret? Oh, it's...drugs."
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 12:55:46 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
For a moment, Samantha glanced down at the tea as if he was telling the truth, but then broke out in a loud laugh at what must have been his little joke.
"Oh I can see i'm going to have to watch myself around you Mr. Saint. You're quite the quick witted man aren't you!" She took another short sip before replacing the cup and picking up the spoon and starting on the soup before it went cold.
"So who's your boss then? If you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 13:05:13 GMT -5
"Oh I can see i'm going to have to watch myself around you Mr. Saint. You're quite the quick witted man aren't you!"
"I wish that were true. Unfortunately I don't possess the...English wit." he smiled.
"So who's your boss then? If you don't mind me asking?"
"That would be Ben." he explained. "Benjamin Linus, he's our unofficial leader. You'll probably be meeting him very soon. He's a pretty nice guy."
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 13:11:34 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"He sounds like a pleasant fellow. I mean if you elected him to be in charge, he must be quite the man." She swallowed a little of the soup but somehow it didn't taste quite right. In fact now that she thought about it, she felt strange all over. She shook her head slightly, assuming that she'd possibly banged her head harder than she had imagined.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 13:21:54 GMT -5
He studied her. The drugs were taking their effect. "Are you feeling all right? Do you want to lie down?"
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 13:31:45 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
The spoon hit the bowl making a loud clunk noise as Samantha's grip on it loosened. She let go completely and held her head.
"No, I'm okay...I think...just a little dizzy all of a sudden." She took a breath and focused her mind. Taking her hand away, she gave Preston her best 'don't worry, it's nothing' look.
"Look, I don't want to sound pushy," She said, standing up, "but I'd really like to use your communication outpost if I could. It won't take more than a couple of minutes..."
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Post by Preston Saint on May 20, 2007 13:34:05 GMT -5
"but I'd really like to use your communication outpost if I could. It won't take more than a couple of minutes..."
He rose. "It's not that simple. It's...very, very complicated. I'm sorry, you'll have to wait."
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Post by ana on May 20, 2007 13:50:28 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Samantha didn't like the tone that Preston had suddenly adopted. Her instincts were telling her something wasn't quite right. He was hiding something, or keeping her from something she wasn't supposed to see. It all felt very uncomfortable. Unsafe even.
"Then you won't mind if I wait outside would you...I think I need some fresh air." She said heading unsteadily out of the room and towards the front door. When she tried to turn the handle, nothing happened. She jiggled it a little more in case it was just stuck, but it was evidently locked. The effort seemed to make her even more dizzy than she had been just moments ago, and she had to hold onto the handle to stop herself from falling down.
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