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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 11:59:58 GMT -5
"I hope she is too." he said. He hadn't even known her name. Wait, he didn't even know this girl's name! "Er...what's your name?"
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Post by JINX on Aug 28, 2006 12:03:29 GMT -5
~Sarah~
Sarah smiled and extended her hand. "Sarah Jessica Appleton, and i know your name is Severin." than she remembered, floppers and she became very sad, very sad indeed...
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 12:13:29 GMT -5
"Percy Severin Darling. It's nice to meet you, Sarah." he said, shaking her small hand.
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Post by JINX on Aug 28, 2006 12:18:11 GMT -5
~Sarah~
"I like your name, we should get somewhere safe..." she smiled and headed to a safe party of the beach, away from the Engine...
"Percy look its Jinx..." Sarah knelt down and saw her breathing very shallow. "Is she going to be ok?"
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 12:26:47 GMT -5
He knelt down besides the singer. "Ms Jinx...uh....God, I'm no good at this." He took off his jacket, folding it to make a pillow, and proping her head up on it.
He saw blood seeping from a wound, and quickly removed his tie and his shirt, placing it against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
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Post by JINX on Aug 28, 2006 12:33:04 GMT -5
~Sarah~
"That Tummy wound looks bad, maybe we should get some medical help over here..." she looked around for Gwen hoping to see her. "... she might need some kind of blood transfusion..." the little girl crinkled her brow...
~Jinx~
She opened her eyes and winced with pain, the sun was blinding, and not only that she must have died and gone to heaven... a half naked man was hovered over her. "What's going on?" Jinx asked weakly.
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 12:40:33 GMT -5
He sighed with relief. "Please don't move." he said, inspecting the wound again. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, but he didn't want to take the shirt away, just in case.
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Post by JINX on Aug 28, 2006 13:34:03 GMT -5
~Jinx~
She looked around, she noticed the man she felt light headed a bit, but she knew she was ok now... well kind of. she should have took Gwen up for that check up. she realized she had lot alot more blood.
"Please don't move."
Jinx smiled and nodded. "trying not to..."
~Sarah~
"You going to be ok Ms. Jinx?"
~Jinx~
"Please call me Jasmine, Jinx is my stage name."
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 13:35:47 GMT -5
"Stage name?" he asked, trying to start a conversation. It was good to keep her mind off the wound while he worked on the wound. "Do you sing, or something?" He needed some sort of sewing set....
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Post by JINX on Aug 28, 2006 13:40:30 GMT -5
~Sarah~
"You honestly don't know who this is? Boy do you people need a life..." Sarah smiled and sat down next to Jinx, for a child Blood didn't bother her as much as she might starve to death on the island first...
~Jinx~
"Its alright, most people don't know who i am. Most of Sydney does now, thanks to my performace. I was going to tour in the states six months from now, but i guess i'm going to die first..." Ok she was being over dramatic...
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 13:43:41 GMT -5
"You won't die." he said. "I just need to sew up this wound with something. Sarah, could you do me a favour and check some of the luggage for something I can sew with? Just anything, just a string is all I need. Can you do that for me please?"
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Post by JINX on Aug 28, 2006 13:52:27 GMT -5
~Sarah~
Sarah nodded and ran off trying to find something...
~Jinx~
"You don't look like a doctor to me, and unless you are. You are not going to stick me with anything... plus i do not see anything to Numb my pain." Jinx crossed her arms and wacked his hand away.
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 13:55:07 GMT -5
"Look, just trust me. I was a soldier, I know how to do these things. It's basic training. It'll probably hurt, but it'll be much worse if I leave it open." he said. "Plus, I sort of want my shirt back. So just let me help, OK?"
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Post by JINX on Aug 28, 2006 13:59:42 GMT -5
~Jinx~
"soldier huh?" Jinx smiled and looked him up and down and smiled. "yea i can see the Army training now, I'm a big baby when it comes to pain. so if i accidentally kick you i don't want to hear it...." she smiled wide.
~Sarah~
She moved around and started looking at abandon's bags, she found a old ladies purse, she saw the knitting needles and knew there had to be something she could use. searching through it she came across the small little box inside were needles. "Score..."
she looked at the lady and felt sad for her, but she had to remain strong, "remember Sarah Keep cool, don't panic..." she ran back to them and handed him the needle box and thread....
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 14:03:39 GMT -5
"Good girl, thank you." he said, taking the needles. Taking out a pink string, he took the shirt away. "This may hurt a lot."
He started to stitch up the wound carefully. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, but it had been a long time.
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Post by JINX on Aug 28, 2006 14:11:46 GMT -5
~Jinx~
When the Needle hit her flesh she Whimpered, she didn't want to cry she wasn't...going.. to... "OUCH!" she let out a small whimper.
~Sarah~
Sarah watched, she didn't feel Woozy but she saw that Jinx wasn't take to kind to the pain. she knew she could help, to keep her mind off the pain. "Sing a song, when mama takes me to get a shot i always sing."
~JINX~
She smiled at the Girl. "What should i sing?"
~Sarah~
"I don't know anything..."
~Jinx~
"Some how i think this song is perfect..." she started off very Gospel like, her voice low, but it was as if she was part of a Choir.
"Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home
I looked over Jordan and what did I see Comin' for to carry me home A band of angels comin' after me Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home
If you get to heaven before I do Comin' for to carry me home Tell all my friends I'm comin' there too Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home
I'm sometimes up and sometimes down Comin' for to carry me home But still I know I'm heavenly (freedom) bound Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home
If I get there before you do Comin' for to carry me home I'll cut a hole and pull you through Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home"
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 14:19:03 GMT -5
Oh, yes. Very appropriate. A Negro song composed by a slave about the Prophet Elijah being sung by a spoilt pop star after a plane crash.
He finished stitching her up. "Don't sit up for a while, I just want to make sure it holds. But that's about it."
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Post by JINX on Aug 28, 2006 14:25:39 GMT -5
~sarah~
Sarah smiled, but gave a weird face.
~Jinx~
"What?"
~Sarah~
"Kind of... well it was kind of all spiritual and honestly i don't think we should be asking the lord to take us home, considering everyone around us are almost dead."
~Jinx~
"I like you kid, your funny. How did you get to smart?"
~Sarah~
"I studied, and read books about arts, and economics, and i could have probally helped fly the plane..."
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Jack
Collecting Info for a Census
plg%%Jack, Boone, Ben Henry, Kyle, Neil, Goodwin, Pickett%%
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Post by Jack on Aug 28, 2006 14:34:48 GMT -5
JACK
He turns to look at the pregnant girl, "I'll be right back okay?" He runs down the beach toward the young man and the unconscious woman. Hopefully she'll be alright, but it depends on how long he's been doing that. He reaches the young man and kneels down next to him. "Stop. Her heads not tilted far back enough, you're blowing air into her stomach." He tilts the woman's head back and breaths into her mouth.
BOONE
Boone tries to observe what Jack is doing, "Are you sure? That's exactly what I was doing, I'm a lifeguard, I'm licensed."
JACK
Jack looks up at him, he has little time to respond before he has to continue. "Yeah, well you need to seriously think about giving that license back." As Jack continues, he has no success.
BOONE
Boone watches Jack very closely and assumes maybe they need to do more, "Maybe we should do one of those hole things. You know, stick that pen in the throat?"
JACK
As Jack looks up at the young man, he becomes very irritated as he tries to continue, "Yeah, good idea, you go get me a pen," he says sarcastically.
BOONE
As Boone misinterprets what Jack told him, he runs off asking random people if they have a pen, leaving Jack to finally concentrate on what he's doing.
JACK
"Come on!" he starts rhythmically pressing on her chest, "come on! Come on! Come on! Come on." He leans forward to check if she's breathing and then continues pumping her chest. The woman wakes up and begins gasping for air. "Big deep breaths. Big breaths," he tells as she becomes conscious. Suddenly Jack can hear the sound of creaking metal. Jack turns around and looks up at the large piece of airplane wing that flaps precariously in the wind. Just under and too dangerously close to the wing, Jack sees the pregnant woman, sitting on the sand with the fat man.
Jack instantly gets up and runs over to them as fast as he can, "Move! Move!," Jack begins yelling at them to get their attention, "Get her up! Get her out of there!" The fan man looks up and sees that the wings about to fall. The two pick up the pregnant woman and run her out of the way. As they run, the airplane wing crashes to the sand and explodes. The main explosion causes a series of smaller explosions. Big, burning metal chunks of airplane shoot up into the air. Survivors on the beach scream and run.
Three of them are thrown off their feet. Jack looks over at the pregnant woman, "Are you okay," as she nodes he turn to the fat man, "You?" he nodes as well. "Stay with her."
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 15:04:43 GMT -5
"Stay here. I'm going to try and help some of those other people." he said, and headed back towards the crowd.
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