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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 31, 2006 4:09:59 GMT -5
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"Yes, I agree." I started to help disassemble his shelter. "There's no way I'll be wandering too far away from the group. I'm too much of a scardy cat," I admitted with a smile. A small gathering a ways down caught my eye and I stood up to observe them. It appeared a group of people were heading into the jungle again and the Arab man from the fight was wrapping something before putting it into a backpack. I guessed it to be the transceiver. Whatever they were doing, they were helping. "See now those people, they're brave. I've noticed some of them constantly helping, constantly going in there," I motioned toward the jungle. "I just-" I shook my head and looked back at Cyrus, "I could never do that."
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Post by Cyrus on Oct 31, 2006 6:58:46 GMT -5
"See now those people, they're brave. I've noticed some of them constantly helping, constantly going in there," I motioned toward the jungle. "I just-" I shook my head and looked back at Cyrus, "I could never do that."
He looked over at her. "Not many people would, and no one's asking you to."
"Ana-Lucia, the latino....I think she's a cop, or ex-military from what I've seen. Same for the tall British guy. It's a job for them, as natural as breathing. The short British guy...he wants to talk to the blonde, who wants to prove something to her brother, who's only protecting his sister." he said thoughtfully.
"Now, the Iraqi is a bit of a mystery, but he and the pretty girl in orange seem to simply want off the island more than anyone else. Very few of them are being completely selfless." he finished. "The one's who are....well, they're military, bravery is something they've been trained to do. The rest are either stupid, desperate or unable to comprehend the real danger. So in staying here...you're just being sensible."
He looked back at her, and smiled slightly. "Guess you were right about me being observant."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Oct 31, 2006 7:23:13 GMT -5
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"Fort-holding and all. But, um...tell Sayid to be careful. I mean, he probably already knows that, I just...well, I hope they all come back safely."
Edmund smiled briefly, looking up. "Sayid? And that would be...?"
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Post by Gwen Havers on Oct 31, 2006 11:01:49 GMT -5
"Oh, um...he's a friend," she replied, turning back to Edmund. "Middle Eastern chap, rather handy with a radio. Or so we hope." Was he Iraqi, as Jake had just said? His nationality, plus military experience, might make him the enemy in the eyes of some. Which could explain the scuffle by the fuselage the previous day.
"Of course, I hope that Kate and Charlie and Ana are careful as well," she added quickly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Sayid was just the first name that came to mind." Well done, Gwen, she chided herself. Give Jake something else with which to mock you mercilessly. She decided it was best to keep quiet and get back to work.
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Post by Cyrus on Oct 31, 2006 11:08:01 GMT -5
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"Of course, I hope that Kate and Charlie and Ana are careful as well," she added quickly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Sayid was just the first name that came to mind."
"Of course, the first name. Why, I apologize if I'm....implying anything." he replied with a sly smile.
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Post by Jake on Oct 31, 2006 12:39:51 GMT -5
"Oh, it's my pleasure. I mean, it's not everyday that a Southerner with a puncture wound tells me that I'm funny. Or perhaps that was just the fever talking,"
Jake turned back around as he paused to see if Gwen would come, recalling what Gwen had quoted from him. It had been like a distant memory. "Oh yeah.... I did say that, didn't I? Well, in that case..." he paused, pausing to add a grin on his face, "...it must have definately been the fever talking, then." he joked, all in good humor as he teased Gwen lightly.
"Look, I don't mean to be an overbearing shrew, I swear. I'm just concerned, that's all. And anyway, don't think you're special--I've given the 'sit down, shut up' treatment to practically everyone 'round here."
"I know you don't mean to be. I don't think any less of you." he said in all seriousness, to help ease her mind further. "And if you wanted to make me not feel special, then mission accomplished. I'm no different than the next person. But, do you really go around and ask everyone what show tunes they could request of you to perform, or is that just my fever making things up out of thin air again?" he smirked. "I believe I still owe you a duet or some such, don't I, at some point later in time?"
"No, no, I should get back to work, fort-holding and all. But, um...tell Sayid to be careful. I mean, he probably already knows that, I just...well, I hope they all come back safely."
"Will do." Jake smiled, and turned to look down the beach, only to see that unfortunately, the party had already left, and had already disappeared without a trace within the jungle foliage. "Looks like they've already gone," he informed Gwen and the others, turning back around to face them again. As he did, he couldn't help but overhear the small conversation between Edmund and Gwen, smiling to himself and tucking away the information for later use in the back of his mind, when it was appropriate for him to heckle Gwen with it after he had gotten to know her a little bit better. If he was anyone else with lower standards, he would jump in on the bandwagon to pick on Gwen, wanting to know more about why she was being defensive about this Sayid guy. But he was just new to her, and he didn't want to rub on the teasing too thickly in case it proved too much for her liking.
He came and sat down next to Gwen, grabbing a seperate suitcase and unzipping it, finding it's contents to have a nice suit in it along with several ties that all looked brand new. "Aww, c'mon, don't make it sound like that." he said to Edmund in an casual friendly manner, trying to be non-chalant and giving Gwen the benefit of the doubt. "She probably just means that she knows him. You know his name from before, right? Did you meet him before the flight, or on the plane before the crash?" he asked Gwen, making general conversation as he went about taking the suit out of the suitcase, finding a nice pair of shiny black dress shoes. The other names she had mentioned might as well have been jibberish to him apart from Ana's, but the way she had said his name sounded like she knew him.
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Post by Willo on Oct 31, 2006 12:49:32 GMT -5
Willo, looking for sancutary from the seemingly endless supply of inane banter that was filling this island, walked up to the group of people sorting through clothes and approached with a half smile on his face.
"Aloha," he said, with a half ironic look on his face. "What are you folks up to?"
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Post by Gwen Havers on Oct 31, 2006 15:55:54 GMT -5
"Of course, the first name. Why, I apologize if I'm....implying anything." Edmund replied with a sly smile.
She narrowed her eyes at Edmund. Typical Englishman. No, they didn't imply anything; they just let you think that you might have given away a little too much personal information or done something a little too humilitiating so that you were left to stew in your own guilt and self-doubt. Or perhaps she was just over-thinking again.
"Aww, c'mon, don't make it sound like that." Jake said to Edmund in an casual friendly manner, trying to be non-chalant and giving Gwen the benefit of the doubt. "She probably just means that she knows him. You know his name from before, right? Did you meet him before the flight, or on the plane before the crash?" he asked Gwen
She stared at Jake, a little taken aback that he hadn't also jumped on the chance to imply something as well. He'd been the gentleman and taken the high road. Which was a shame because she'd been ready and willing to counterattack with tales of the sweet nothings that Ana had been whispering in his ear the previous day. She already knew she liked this Jake fellow, but hadn't yet decided if she could trust him. There was a distinct mischievous glimmer in those eyes, similar to that of her brother. Who was definitely not to be trusted if one wanted to avoid embarrassment.
"Um, yes, I met Sayid in the chaos after the crash," she explained. "He was helping to treat the wounded, and I was attempting to do the same. And actually, now that you mention it, you do owe me a duet," she reminded Jake. "But I should probably rescind that threat of show tunes and leave the singing to our Jasmine; she's much better at it."
"Aloha," he said, with a half ironic look on his face. "What are you folks up to?"
Gwen looked up at him. "Willo!" she greeted, with a slight trace of relief, glad to shift the conversation away from herself. "How are you this morning? Jake, you remember Willo..."
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Post by Willo on Oct 31, 2006 18:59:15 GMT -5
"Gwen," he said, with a smile. "How are you guys doing over here?" Willo's eyes wandered over the crowd. He sences a bunch of tension, and responded, as he always had with tense situations, by taking the heat with awful, awful humor. "Hi, I'm Willo. I'm the guy that was yelling for Jesus to help him as the plane was going down. That... was me..."
"Jake, you remember Willo..."
"From seeing him Yesterday, I was shocked this fellow could remember his own name..." He said, absentmindedly, as if listening to teenage girls shut out the part of his brain that was responcible for censorship, prethought and cogniation. He rubbed his stomach, as it had been uneasy since the morning. Willo had always at quite a lot of food. He managed to keep in shape, partly thanks to a good metabolism. But this island was not doing well for him.
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Post by Gwen Havers on Oct 31, 2006 19:17:19 GMT -5
"From seeing him Yesterday, I was shocked this fellow could remember his own name..."
She stifled a laugh. "Well, it turns out our friend has super-human healing powers. He's planning on running a marathon this afternoon, aren't you?" she said, smiling at Jake.
"Willo, this is Jasmine and Edmund," she continued the introductions. "We're just sorting through some of this luggage. Can I interest you in a Hugo Boss button-up?" she attempted, holding up a shirt in front of her. "I think it would really bring out your eyes..."
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Post by Willo on Oct 31, 2006 19:22:46 GMT -5
She stifled a laugh. "Well, it turns out our friend has super-human healing powers. He's planning on running a marathon this afternoon, aren't you?" she said, smiling at Jake.
"That's impressive," he said, with a smirk. "I have trouble running the mile in under eight. I was built to sprint, I suppose."
"Willo, this is Jasmine and Edmund," she continued the introductions. "We're just sorting through some of this luggage. Can I interest you in a Hugo Boss button-up?" she attempted, holding up a shirt in front of her. "I think it would really bring out your eyes..."
"Jasmine. Edmund." Willo said. Following her question, he looked down and realized he still wasn't wearing a shirt. "I will, if you can tell me what colors my eyes are," he said, closing his eyes.
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Post by Gwen Havers on Oct 31, 2006 22:35:24 GMT -5
((OOC: I was just trying to be funny; I didn't realize Willo was still shirtless. Haha!))
"Ah, well..." she stammered in response to his challenge. She always thought herself an observant person, until she was actually questioned on something she should have observed, and then the knowledge proved elusive. She'd spent half the day with Willo while looking after Jake. She should know this.
"Green...ish?" she attempted, throwing a look at Jasmine, as if to say You take a guess.
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Post by Jake on Oct 31, 2006 23:51:01 GMT -5
"From seeing him Yesterday, I was shocked this fellow could remember his own name..."
"Well, it turns out our friend has super-human healing powers. He's planning on running a marathon this afternoon, aren't you?"
Jake chuckled a little as he took out some socks with a case with some fancy cuff-links,, and shook his head as if in denial. "Hey Willo, thanks for everything yesterday, buddy. Who's tent was it that I was sleeping in, by the way? When I woke up no-one was there, so I felt I had to vamoose. And I'm still a bit sore around the joints, but otherwise I woke up and was able to stand up straight - what can I say? I think this work has been good for me because I haven't moved around a lot, though. With any luck, I will be able to go on this fabled marathon Gwen's mentioning." he laughed.
"I will, if you can tell me what colors my eyes are,"
"Green...ish?"
"I'd put $50 on brown, but then money's no good on this island, is it?" he joked, looking around at the group, grinning. "Does anyone else want any action in on this?"
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Post by Willo on Nov 1, 2006 0:20:48 GMT -5
"Green...ish?" she attempted.
"I suppose hazel technically is greenish. But the smart money is on brown, always is. Over two thirds of the population has brown eyes. Green eyes are very rare for anyone from outside of Celtic, Germanic or Slavic nations. Course, in Ireland and Britian, blue eyes are the most common, the only place in the world that's so..." he said, realizing that everyone was at this point, bored with his vast but totally random knowledge. "But, uhm, statistics and odds on such things are difficult to figure out. A lot of genetic factors come into play," he said, grabbing the shirt as a punctuation.
"Hey Willo, thanks for everything yesterday, buddy. Who's tent was it that I was sleeping in, by the way? When I woke up no-one was there, so I felt I had to vamoose. And I'm still a bit sore around the joints, but otherwise I woke up and was able to stand up straight - what can I say? I think this work has been good for me because I haven't moved around a lot, though. With any luck, I will be able to go on this fabled marathon Gwen's mentioning." he laughed.
"That'd be my shelter...thing..." Willo said, exploring the inside of the shirt, seeing how it fit the form of his body. "And it's no worry bud, but whenever people were inside with you, you kept trying to talk. I figured it was best that you, you know, not push yourself, so I left ya." He shook his head. "Marathon's aren't my cup of tea, so to speak. If you find a soccer ball, give me a holler." He managed to prevent another rant as he played around with the sleves of his new shirt.
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Post by Gwen Havers on Nov 1, 2006 0:55:47 GMT -5
"I'd put $50 on brown, but then money's no good on this island, is it?" he joked, looking around at the group, grinning. "Does anyone else want any action in on this?"
She looked at Jake with mock horror. "I am shocked and appalled that you would encourage gambling in this serene tropical paradise, sir," she gasped, as Willo took the shirt from her. "Then again, I would have won, so anybody got a deck of cards? Dice? I'm feelin' lucky."
"That'd be my shelter...thing..." Willo said
"I hope you were able to finally get some sleep once we'd left you in peace," she asked Willo.
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Post by Willo on Nov 1, 2006 1:06:57 GMT -5
Willo reached into his pocket and pulled out a deck of playing cards that were branded with the Corona logo. He threw them to Gwen with a smirk.
"Sleep? It's far too warm for me. I'm used to the temperate climates."
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Post by Jake on Nov 1, 2006 7:02:18 GMT -5
"That'd be my shelter...thing..." "And it's no worry bud, but whenever people were inside with you, you kept trying to talk. I figured it was best that you, you know, not push yourself, so I left ya."
Jake smiled. Willo was a good guy, and he felt that they were going to have a mutual friendship, if the rescue took it's time in coming. "That was your shelter? That's pretty generous of you, Wilo. Thank you. And that's no big; I hardly even noticed, in y condition, that you left anyway. It's funny, though; I kept having this reoccuring dream where there was a woman crying in my dream, but whenever I tried talking to her, she wouldn't reply. Weird dream, huh? Hope you were able to sleep better than I did, though."
"I am shocked and appalled that you would encourage gambling in this serene tropical paradise, sir," she gasped, as Willo took the shirt from her. "Then again, I would have won, so anybody got a deck of cards? Dice? I'm feelin' lucky."
"Yeah, well, there are better things to gamble on, missy. As soon as rescue comes though, I bet this place is going to be hot property if it's undiscovered, so why not a casino here? It would be much better than our current accomodation, that's for sure." he said, as he took a better look at the extravagant pair of encased golden cufflinks he had found in the suitcase, before he reached over to place it down with the other expensive pieces of clothing.
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Post by Beau on Nov 1, 2006 11:18:51 GMT -5
Beau walked up the beach towards the fuselage, having just woken up after a heavy slumber. The bastards, he thought, they still haven't rescued us. Where the hell are they? They sure are taking their sweet time. So much for passenger comfort. Last night had been hell for him. No booze, little entertainment, a lousy bed under a crappy shelter, and worst of all, no body of a woman to keep him warm. What the hell was wrong with all the women on this flight? Sure they had been through a traumatic crash, but why didn't any of them want to seek comfort with him, on the romantic setting of a tropical island, of all places? The possibility that his charm proved ineffective to them all seemed like madness. If Beau had been in a place like this on holiday, he would have been surrounded by girls catering to his every whim. And now, what had he been left with? Teenage jailbait? Wives and girlfriends with overprotective husbands and boyfriends? And women smart enough to resist his boyish charms? Although, come to think of it, he did enjoy the latter catagory of females. They represented a challenge in comparrison to all the dumb blondes he had slept with. Yes, that was it. He would just have to be patient, and then later, reap the benefits.
And now he was in pursuit of his suitcase, the objective to find his belongings and change his clothing, which had become torn, burnt and smelling of sweat and smoke from the crash. As long as he was waiting for rescue to come, he might as well make the most of it and have a little bit of fun, by making himself a more attractive and presentable target. Nearing the location of the other survivors on the beach, he began to mentally go through the maintenence ritual he usually went through each morning when he prepared himself for the day. Shaving, washing, suit... he would have to ditch the suit, in this weather. His shirts and vests would have to do. He would also have to skip the tie, keep the shoes, and ditch the...
Cufflinks. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glimmer of gold in the sun. Some man sitting with a bunch of people was holding them up and looking at them. He tensed up suddenly, and walked over to them, his anger starting to grow as he recognised the case the cufflinks were in. Mine...!
"Excuse me!" he called to the man, trying to compose himself in front of the beautiful women that were present, but was having a hard time under his temper. Without warning, he snatched the cufflinks out of Jake's hand. "Where did you get this?" he suddenly demanded, snapping at him. Then he noticed the suitcase. His suitcase. "This belongs to me!" he stated roughly, grabbing the clothes Jake had gone to the effort in folding neatly out on the sand, snapping the suitcase up and pulling it up into his hand by his side. "You shouldn't go rifling through other people's belongings. Understand me? Stay away from my stuff, or else we're going to have a misunderstanding. Got it?"
Feeling he had dealt accordingly with the Southener, he turned away from him before he could utter a word in reply, and set his sights on a more appealing target to his eye; the two attractive women that were sitting near him. "Hello," he said to them, completely ignoring Willo and Edmund as he addressed Gwen and Jasmine. "Please do excuse me, I hope that small quarell you've witnessed just now doesn't reflect on me poorly as a first impression. I don't beleive we've had the pleasure of meeting. My name is Beau; it's a pleasure to meet you both." he said, and flashed a debonaire smile at them. He needed a change of clothes, but for the moment, it was time to work his magic.
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Post by Gwen Havers on Nov 1, 2006 11:47:16 GMT -5
Gwen caught the deck of cards that Willo threw her. "Okay, so blackjack I can handle, but I've never played poker. And I just realized I shouldn't have said that out loud," she winced.
"It's funny, though; I kept having this reoccuring dream where there was a woman crying in my dream, but whenever I tried talking to her, she wouldn't reply. Weird dream, huh? Hope you were able to sleep better than I did, though."
She nodded slowly as Jake spoke to Willo. "Yeah, that is weird," she said softly, still a bit embarrassed about her breakdown the day before but somewhat relieved that Jake didn't know it was her in his "dream." Hiding her fear, covering her insecurities--it would be necessary to get through the day. She was calm, she was in control, she was still the stoic smiling face of Oceanic Airlines and that's what everyone needed her to be.
Then suddenly, there was a man rushing to snatch away the clothes and suitcase from Jake, berating him for going through his things. She quickly got to her feet to face down this newcomer who had suddenly and rather creepily shifted into charming mode as he addressed her and Jasmine, completely ignoring the men right in front of him.
"Hello," he said to them, completely ignoring Willo and Edmund as he addressed Gwen and Jasmine. "Please do excuse me, I hope that small quarell you've witnessed just now doesn't reflect on me poorly as a first impression. I don't beleive we've had the pleasure of meeting. My name is Beau; it's a pleasure to meet you both."
She crossed her arms. "Well, it's a shame I can't say the same of you," she replied scornfully. "We may be stuck on an island, but that's no reason to abandon basic manners. Now, I'm sorry if your luggage ended up in the unclaimed pile; no harm was meant. I was simply trying to be proactive and gather supplies for the other survivors, and all of these people have been kind enough to help me. So if you're so eager to have a 'misunderstanding,' then you'll have it with me. Got it?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Nov 1, 2006 12:07:23 GMT -5
***Ethan enters from his shelter***
He spotted Gwen, the woman that'd sung the night before, and Edmund. Two other men talking to them, and he instinctively sized them up. The dark-haired man certainly looked muscular and a threat, the other man with the goatee on the other hand....not even worth worrying about. But all he really saw was Gwen, and he made his way over to them.
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