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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 27, 2006 13:47:34 GMT -5
One of the areas that survivors have set up camp. Mostly outside areas. Look for specific threads for inside some of the survivor's tents/shelters. 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 Hollywood Heidi on Aug 29, 2006 8:54:39 GMT -5
***Heidi enters from G3 - Fuselage and Surrounding Area***
I could see that the sun was starting to make it's way down. It would be dark soon, so I had to hurry. I dropped my things into a pile on the ground, declaring that area as my little spot. I unzipped and shuffled through my purse finding my little mirror. Thank goodness it didn't break. That mirror with my name printed across the top had been given to me by a friend for my birthday many, many years ago and I'd kept it in my purse since.
Next, I opened the first aid kit and looked for what I needed. A butterfly bandaide for the cut, which I stuffed into my pocket, then I grabbed a bunch of gauze, the disinfectant, and my water bottle as well. With my hands full, I headed to a place where it would be a bit quieter so that my mind could start to relax.
***Heidi leaves for F3 - Jungle Outskirts of Survivor's Camp***
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sugarplumfairy100
Searching for Transmitter
Stranded plg%%Molly Ann Sharpe%%
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 29, 2006 9:03:26 GMT -5
***SAYID, MOLLY AND JAN ENTER FROM G3*** Sayid and Molly lowered Jan down, and glanced around. Someone had brought their suitcase and a bag. A first aid kit. Sayid quickly got the bandaide and tape, and secured it on Jans leg. SAYID "I'm going to see if I can get the suitcases. What does yours look like?" he said to Molly. "Black, and on the back it has a Green Day and Blink 182 logo sewn on," She turned to Jan and asked him what his suitcase was like. "Bag. Rucksack bag. Schwartz...uhh...black? Heart-star," he drew in the sand a heartagram. Sayid nodded. ****SAYID LEAVES FOR FUSELAGE****
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Brittany
Running From Bees
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Post by Brittany on Aug 29, 2006 11:38:52 GMT -5
BRITTANY I walked as fast as I could down the beach with the other survivors. The sun was setting and if I hadn't been through such a trauma, I might've enjoyed it. It was just my luck as I was looking at the setting sun, that I put pressure on my hurt foot and tumbled to my knees. Not a moment later, someone said, "Hey watch it!" I looked up and it was the guy who been behind me in line. "Sorry," I muttered as he glared at me. He just kept on walking. What a jerk, I thought. He didn't even bother to try and help me up. I glared at his retreating back as I slowly got to my feet again. "Asshole," I grumbled and continued to a spot where a few people had gathered and sat down to rest my foot. SAWYER Sawyer was walking at a leisurely pace when a dark hair girl fell right in front of him, almost making him fall on her. "Hey, watch it!" he yelled and sent an irritated glance down at her. "Sorry," she replied. He ignored her and went on his way, trying to find a less populated section of beach. (OOC: It was too tempting. I just had to make myself interact with Sawyer. )
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Gwen Havers
Help Translate Rousseau's Maps
Ready to Fallplg%%Gwen, Shannon, Etana%%
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Post by Gwen Havers on Aug 29, 2006 11:54:14 GMT -5
((OOC: Totally understandable, Brit. See my earlier post with Gwen and Sayid. )) SHANNON She had finally managed to find her luggage, no thanks to Boone. If he was just going to be a condescending jerk after what they'd been through, why should she even bother? She wasn't Florence Nightingale or whatever. The rescue boats would be here soon; leave all that treating and patching up and consoling to the trained professionals. She trudged back to the makeshift camp, staking out a patch of sand for herself. All the sweat and grit and smoke--she just wanted to feel clean again. She looked around at the others; maybe someone would start a fire soon. But that would mean going into the jungle behind them and getting pieces of wood. No, thanks. She flipped open the Cosmo magazine and tried to read in what was left of the sunlight.
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sugarplumfairy100
Searching for Transmitter
Stranded plg%%Molly Ann Sharpe%%
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 29, 2006 12:16:06 GMT -5
ASHLEE She walked over to the blonde haired girl, and the dark haired man. They were chatting like they'd known eachother for years. She hadn't seen him sitting near her on the plane. They were talking in German, smirking, as they watched people closely. "Hey, my name's Ashlee. Mind if I join you? The popstar and the brat, excuse me, the kid, isn't exactly doing anything for my mood," The blonde haired girl grinned, and she muttered to the man. He laughed. "Yeah, sure. My name's Molly, and he's Jan," Molly smirked. "Interesting day, huh?" "You could say that," Ashlee grinned, sitting down next to her. "This is going to sound weird, but do I know you from somewhere? You look very familiar," Molly grinned. "Yeah, you do to," she didn't answer the rest of the question. Jan began talking again. "Shouldn't the rescue boat be here by now?"he asked casually, his eyes searching the water. "Should be. Doesn't mean it will, will it? How'd we know that they know we've crashed? Or even if they know where we crashed? They could be the other side of this island," "Right little ray of sunshine, aren't ya, Molly?" She laughed. "Optimistic Molly, that's me," Jan looked confused. Molly translated, and he laughed loudly, causing several people to stare.
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sugarplumfairy100
Searching for Transmitter
Stranded plg%%Molly Ann Sharpe%%
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 29, 2006 12:23:56 GMT -5
Molly stood up. "I'm gonna go get my luggage. I don't know where Sayid's got too, but he's taking too long. Bye," started walking away. "Bye!" Jan said glumly, and lay down on the sand. Ashlee ran after her. "I need to get my bag aswell," ***MOLLY AND ASHLEE LEAVE G3***
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Gwen Havers
Help Translate Rousseau's Maps
Ready to Fallplg%%Gwen, Shannon, Etana%%
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Post by Gwen Havers on Aug 29, 2006 12:48:47 GMT -5
((OOC: I placed Sayid over by the fuselage, helping Ethan with supplies, in case you're looking for him. ) ***Gwen enters from the fuselage wreckage*** She walked hesitantly toward the survivors who had gathered along the beach. Some were talking to others; maybe they were already friends or family, maybe they'd been brought together by circumstances. They all had something in common now. But she was in the uniform. The only uniform she'd seen since the crash. And there would be questions, demands, entreaties, suggestions. She was expected to deal with them. They were all so exhausted. So tired. Sustained by the hope of rescue. Letting that hope keep the uncertainty and fear at bay. And now she had to ask them to go out into the unknown jungle and gather firewood. Delegate responsibilities and tasks. Just get it done, Gwen. She cleared her throat. "Excuse me, everyone. Could I have your attention? I know that you're all very tired, and quite ready to sleep for a month, but it will be getting dark soon. We need to gather some wood, see if we make some bonfires out here on the beach. Big enough to send a signal to any passing planes or boats, and to keep us warm when that sun goes down. Any volunteers?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 29, 2006 12:52:54 GMT -5
ARZT
This was just typical, really. No one putting their hands up. And the ones who didn't were shouting out. Typical. Just big students.
As usual, it was up to Doctor Les-....Doctor Arzt to do the right thing. Would it be apprieciated? Oh, no.
He was totally unapprieciated in his time.
"I can help do that." he said, putting his hand up.
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sugarplumfairy100
Searching for Transmitter
Stranded plg%%Molly Ann Sharpe%%
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 29, 2006 12:59:40 GMT -5
***An Hour Later, Molly and Ashlee Return*** Molly handed Jan his back, and wandered off to find a space for herself. She didn't want to be near to many strangers, after all, they were just that. Strangers. Peadophiles for all she knew. Rapists. Murderers. Physcopathic, sadistic weirdo's with telescopes to stare into neighbouring tents... She found a spot not far from the rest of the campers, and dumped her stuff down. Now all she needed was something to build her shelter with. Hmm, not exactly a BnQ's in the jungle. She glanced at neighbouring tents, to see what they'd made theirs out of.
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sugarplumfairy100
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 29, 2006 13:06:58 GMT -5
OOC: thanks Gwen
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sugarplumfairy100
Searching for Transmitter
Stranded plg%%Molly Ann Sharpe%%
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 29, 2006 13:09:44 GMT -5
"I'll help!" Molly said, walking over. A short, older man was also standing there, looking proud. "Someone got the axe from the plane? And a torch?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 29, 2006 13:13:44 GMT -5
ARZT
"Alright. Good." he said. Two people. When a few people started, more people wanted in, and soon more hands went up. "Well, uh...let's go? Now? Come on, come on, hurry up."
He turned, and jogged towards the trees.
***Arzt waddles his way ovr to G4 Jungle Outskirts***
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sugarplumfairy100
Searching for Transmitter
Stranded plg%%Molly Ann Sharpe%%
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Post by sugarplumfairy100 on Aug 29, 2006 13:16:40 GMT -5
***Molly follows him, smirking slightly, to G4***
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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 29, 2006 13:28:11 GMT -5
BOONE
As he walks over to his sister, he notices she's just lying there reading. He knows when he goes over there and offers here something to eat his probably gunna get some b***** response. But he does it anyway, because bothering his sister is the only way to get her attention. "I see you found your bag, here," he offers her a chocolate bar.
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drewdeburg
Hiking to Higher Ground
plg%%Krystal Wilmington%%
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Post by drewdeburg on Aug 29, 2006 13:39:41 GMT -5
Krystal arrived at the survivors' camp, and sat down, slightly further away from the campsite. It was dark, and Krystal hoped no one could see her. The events of the day finally caught up with her... the plane... the man... everything... Tears fell slowly from her cheeks as she knew all of the things that had happened, everything that she had been through... her life had changed forever. This made her cry even harder than before. That was it. Gone. Forever. LINK TO FLASHBACK: abclost.proboards40.com/index.cgi?board=rpgbios&action=display&thread=1156627620
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Post by JINX on Aug 29, 2006 15:05:30 GMT -5
~Jinx~
Jinx Came through, she saw the other people and smiled. in a way she was glad they were ok, but she just wanted to get her bag, and wrap herself in her warm towel. she hoped everything was still ok. Things ran through her mind, what if she had been sitting in Business class, or even economy, would she have been alright in economy? A lot of people died, not just a few, lots. she could have been one of those.
She looked around for the little girl and didn't see her, but she knew in her heart the little girl would be ok, or maybe she was with someone here. Could he anywhere, fear struck and she wasn't sure why. 'She't not even your child Jasmine, just get into bitch mode. push it...damn it!'
"Has anyone seen that little girl from earlier? Eight years old about, blonde hair. had a bunny Mr. Floppers..." than it clicked, she musrt have went to look for mr. Floppers. but it would be dark soon, why would she do that? she saw the flight attendant and ran as fast as she could.
"Gwen, That little girl. she's missing, i think she went off to look for her bunny... i mean i had her, and when i looked up she was gone... she could be hurt or worse.. and its my fault..." The pop star was coming undone, she wasn't sure even why she was.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 29, 2006 15:10:54 GMT -5
***Arzt enters***
Dumping his pile of wood in an already sizeable pile, Arzt took some matches out of his pocket and tried to light them up. Too soggy. Damnit.
He looked up, and saw clouds start to form, the sky growing darker.
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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 29, 2006 15:52:38 GMT -5
JACK
As Jack makes his way to the camp he notices that almost everyone is already there. He looks around to see if there's any rescue party. Nothing, the sky is clear and the ocean, blank. "Excuse me!" Jack looks over to see someone calling him, "your the doctor right."
"Yeah, what's wrong," Jack not really in the mood for helping people, the person who was talking to him was woman, and she seemed fine.
"There's a man over there, he has a piece of metal sticking out of his stomach," as the woman points, Jack walks over to the man. He observes him for a minute. Jack knows he will be fine, he's sure of it, but that is only if the rescue party comes.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 29, 2006 17:02:32 GMT -5
***Ethan and Sayid enter***
"Gwen!" called Ethan as he and Sayid set down the trollies near the now large stack of firewood. "This was what we found."
"Everything else has been damaged or lost. This should tide us over until rescue arrives." said Sayid. "We need to get this fire burning."
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