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Post by Locke on Sept 14, 2006 16:16:53 GMT -5
"Well, no use in panicking and running about like a headless chicken. Gotta keep rational." he said simply, and then laughed. "Survival training just kicked in."
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Post by ana on Sept 14, 2006 17:57:13 GMT -5
"If only more people had survival training." Ana lamented. One thing was true of the public in paniced situations. They were generally dumb. They didn't think clearly and made stupid mistakes. And if they weren't dumb, they were demanding and self centred. Why did this happen to me? What are you going to do about it? In both cases, it was usually at the worst possible time when you were trying to help them.
"So what is it you do that requires survival training, anyhow?" She asked, moving some foliage out of the way to pass.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 14, 2006 21:28:22 GMT -5
***THE RAIN STOPS JUST AS QUICKLY AS IT HAD STARTED, THE CLOUDS MOVING AWAY QUICKLY AND THE SUN SHINING AGAIN***
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Post by Locke on Sept 15, 2006 11:20:57 GMT -5
"So what is it you do that requires survival training, anyhow?"
"Oh, it's more of a hobby. Hunting and the like. What are the odds, though? Stranded on an island where survival training is useful."
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Post by ana on Sept 15, 2006 11:26:29 GMT -5
Ana was quiet for a while, thinking about what she'd just seen. The images of the two dead passengers still strapped in their seats, flashed like crime scene images in her head. the grisly detail of where the boar had been feeding still fresh in her mind. She glanced skyward, slightly surprised by the sudden ceasing of the rain. Relieved that it had finally stopped, she wiped her wet fringe from her face.
"You think they'll come to the beach? The boar." There was a pause. "There're bodies there too."
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Post by Locke on Sept 15, 2006 11:51:38 GMT -5
"The bodies are something we'll have to take care of, if they're already attracting wildlife. And boars will just dig them up if we bury them, not mention we don't have shovels or anything like that."
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Post by ana on Sept 15, 2006 13:01:05 GMT -5
It wasn't something Ana really wanted to think about, but she also didn't want to see any of the unfortunates get chewed on by hungry boar. And there was also the heat to think about. Bodies laying out in the sun rotted quicker than normal. It was just fact. And the smell wasn't pleasant either, she'd learnt that from bitter experience. You never got used to it.
So Locke was right. They'd have to be taken care of. Grim as that thought was.
"What are you suggesting? We cremate them?"
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Post by Locke on Sept 15, 2006 13:10:03 GMT -5
"It's not pleasant, but I can't see any other way. It's the most practical solution, too." he said, with a tone of slight regret. All those people. It wasn't a nice thought, and it turned his stomach somewhat. But that was the past, and now he had to turn to the future.
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Post by ana on Sept 16, 2006 18:03:20 GMT -5
"They're not gonna like it. The others." She stopped a second, looking around as if she'd heard something. When she couldn't hear it anymore, she carried on walking.
"We burn the bodies, people are going to think help isn't coming."
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Post by Locke on Sept 17, 2006 15:05:23 GMT -5
"Well, we're not certain that help is coming." he said. "And we can't really think about what's popular. Just what's practical."
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Scott
Hiking to Higher Ground
Days from finding out the truth... plg%%Sayid, Scott, Charlie%%
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Post by Scott on Sept 19, 2006 15:12:13 GMT -5
JAKE
The first thing Jake could feel as he woke up again was the numbing cold on his face from the recent rain. Drifting back into conciousness by his rumbling stomach and dry throat, he looked back down with tired eyes at the dilemma he was in. His seat had been flung at full force into a tree as he had been sucked out of a plane, but he had not landed perfectly right-side up. The seat he was now in was perched in a tree several feet above the jungle floor, tilted forward at a 45 degree angle, still enough for him to sit safely in, but still dangerously tipping forward enough to threaten his safety and slide completely off. Not that he could - despite having remembered unbuckling his seat the day before, Jake was still pinned to his seat by a thick tree branch that had impaled him through the shoulder, on the right side, dangerously just above his heart. If it had been any lower, he would have been dead.
But now he faced an even slower, more agonising death - starvation. With nothing to eat, he did not have the same strength he had yesterday when he had tried to pull himself off the branch impaling him and out of the tree, and even then he had lost a lot of blood, the only thing clotting his wound was the branch itself. In the seat next to him, the rotting corpse of the dead body of a young girl had flies buzzing around her, but Jake couldn't bring himself to do the unthinkable and eat her for sustenance. He would have rather died, having known her when she was alive on the plane. Gaining conciousness now and trying again to push himself out of his own deathtrap, Jake was beginning to have second thoughts. What would I need to do in order to survive? Would eating her flesh really be worth it? Is pulling myself off this branch going to make it any worse than it already is? And how am I going to get down to the safety of the ground below? Is it even safe down there? That.. that thing... what was that thing?
In between his drifts in and out of conciousness, he had heard the call of something large and siren-like echo in the distance a short while ago during the rain, and now he wasn't so sure. All of these thoughts swam around in his head, along with his fatigue, as he collasped in exhaustion from pushing against the tree trunk. He thought for a moment that he should just give in, just give up and die. But only for a moment, only so he could rest. Then suddenly, he began to hear noises. Not huge, crashing sounds of the large object, but the smaller, softer sounds of foliage being pushed aside, and footsteps. Footsteps...? "H...h....help." he muttered, trying to raise his voice, but found it had been some time since he had used his voice, and found his throat raspy and dry. "Help... help! Please.... someone! Is anyone there?" he kept calling, his voice getting louder and louder, hoping someone could hear him before he became unconcious again. But then a new thought came to him as hope started to fade. Have I been hearing things? Has anyone besides me survived the crash? Please, please... let there be someone... or else I'm as good as dead...
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Post by ana on Sept 19, 2006 15:27:02 GMT -5
"Help... help! Please.... someone! Is anyone there?"
Ana stopped walking and cocked her head to one side.
"You hear that?" She asked John, looking around to find the source of the voice.
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Post by Locke on Sept 19, 2006 15:32:09 GMT -5
"Yeah, I hear it." He looked all around him, searching eyes and ears. Eyes and ears, eyes and ears. Important in the hunt, nothing else was as important as the eyes and ears. "There!" he said, pointing at the man stuck in the tree.
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Scott
Hiking to Higher Ground
Days from finding out the truth... plg%%Sayid, Scott, Charlie%%
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Post by Scott on Sept 19, 2006 15:38:09 GMT -5
"Up here... I'm up here..." Jake said breathlessly, thinking he could hear voices down below. He couldn't see them very well because of his angle, and he was slowly loosing conciousness again. "I'm stuck... on the tree... help me... please..." His eyes slid shut and his head drooped forward, finally becoming unconcious again.
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Post by ana on Sept 19, 2006 15:46:46 GMT -5
"I see him." Ana said to Locke, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up.
"Hey!" She called out, but there was no response. "Hey! Can you hear me?" Still nothing.
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Post by Locke on Sept 19, 2006 15:49:32 GMT -5
"Hey, hey!" he called. He looked over at Ana. "One of us will have to go get him."
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Post by ana on Sept 19, 2006 15:54:22 GMT -5
Ana looked back up at the precariously placed seats. It looked like the slightest movement might knock it from the branch.
"Guy's unconcious. How you going to get him out?"
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Post by Locke on Sept 19, 2006 15:59:33 GMT -5
"I won't." he said. "I'm too heavy, I'm sure you're more agile. You strike me as a tree-climber anyway. You'd be better to get him out, and wake him up while you're up there."
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Post by ana on Sept 19, 2006 16:25:29 GMT -5
She looked at him for a second, thinking it through in her head, before glancing back up into the tree. The guy was obviously from flight 815, so he'd been up there for about a day. Given that he was currently unconcious led her to think he probably had some serious injuries too. They had to get him down as quickly as possible.
"Fine." She said moving over to the tree trunk. She began to climb up, digging her toes into the ruts of the trunk to get a good footing. She took it slowly, careful not to shake the branches too much as she pulled herself up through them.
Finally, she came up level with the seats and now saw the branch piercing the guy's shoulder. She also saw the dead woman next to him, the sight making her screw her face up in revulsion.
"Hey, can you hear me?" She asked him, desperate for some kind of a response. Bracing herself against a branch beside him, she looked closer at his wound, using her hand to pull his shirt away slightly.
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Collecting Info for a Census
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Post by Jack on Sept 19, 2006 17:27:15 GMT -5
MICHAEL
"Walt!" Michael had been looking for him all morning, he began whispering to himself, "Great, what an idea, finally find the kid in the crash site, and while that thing knocks down trees, fall asleep so the kid can run off," he began to get impatient, "Walt!" The thing was, he wasn't sure how to be a dad, especially when he missed Walt's childhood, "Walt!" He heard a noise out in the distance. "Vincent." Yup it was deffinitly Walt. He walked for another few seconds trying to follow the voice. "Hey man! What the hell you doing out here? Riskin your neck for the dog, man." While he was talking Walt handed him handcuffs. "What the hell is this?" Walt shrugged. "Come on man," he said looking around in the jungle.
***Michael leaves for G3 - Fuselage and Surrounding Area***
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