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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 27, 2006 13:57:19 GMT -5
Jungle outskirts near the fuselage where some things from the plane may have landed. Location found in box G4 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 Ethan Rom on Aug 27, 2006 16:42:09 GMT -5
Ethan placed the last of the fruit into his basket, made from branches and woven together with rope from the Staff. He slung it over his shoulder, and then stopped, and sniffed the air. Nothing. No, it was something he heard....a swirling....a-
A blackish greyish object suddenly plummeted from the sky, ripping through the branches of the trees above him. He ran, dropping his basket. The object slammed directly into the earth, the area he'd been standing just a moment before. He turned back, catching his breath, and looking at the object.
A chair. A plane chair. What in God's name-?
He looked up.
"Jesus H. Christ."
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Post by Jack on Aug 27, 2006 18:05:37 GMT -5
Jack lies still in the middle of the jungle. Suddenly he opens his eyes and gasps, his pupils shrink. He slowly lifts himself up, he shutters as a sharp pain goes into his back. He take off his jacket, turns his body a bit to check his back, there is a stripe of blood on his shirt, he gasps as the pain becomes to much. He begins to remember the plane, the turbulence. He remembers Ana Lucia, instantly he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of liquor.
Suddenly he is overwhelmed with fear, "One, two, three, four... five." He puts the liquor bottle back into his pocket and runs toward an opening in the trees. After about a minute of running, he ends up on a beach. He stops to catch his breath, and then he hears a sharp piercing noise followed by screaming, he tries to look around, still disoriented.
***Jack leaves for the crash site.***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 27, 2006 18:11:59 GMT -5
A plane crash. What were the odds?
He raced towards the crash site, stopping short, keeping in the trees. He'd need to report this, decide what to-
"Hey!"
Wonderful. Someone had seen him. He looked around to see a middle-aged man stumbling towards him, obviously confused. "Where did we....did we crash in L.A?"
They were going to L.A. Well, he'd been seen. Might as well take a quick look around for prospective good people. A way to rise through the ranks. He'd found it, he'd found all these people.
He broke through the trees, towards the crash site.
***Ethan leaves for the crash site***
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Post by JINX on Aug 27, 2006 18:41:59 GMT -5
~Mr Floppers~
Hanging on a tree branch in the Forest, Mr. Floppers. he was all alone, he missed Little Sarah. if he could he would run to her, but he was just a toy. he wished he was a real rabbit, or in Sarah's mind at least.
He would hang on, hopefully someone would find him...
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Post by JINX on Aug 28, 2006 12:15:34 GMT -5
~Mr Floppers~
"Sarah where are you, i'm scared without you..." The bunny heard a loud sound, and if he could he would have covered his bunny ears. The loud booms scared him, all he wanted was Sarah, But after all he wasn't even real, this was all in Sarah's mind.. what a wonderful girl she could be...
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 15:04:06 GMT -5
(That's a great post, Jemma. :)But you might want to reprint it in G3-Fuselage and Surrounding Area, unless Sun has been thrown from the plane, like Jack.)
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Post by Jack on Aug 28, 2006 22:40:49 GMT -5
JACK
***Jack enters from G3 The Fuselage.
Completely stressed and occupied by the crash he hadn't even considered helping himself. He found somewhere down the beach where he was alone, away from the devastation. He took off his shirt as knelled in the sand. He looked at the wound in his back. He gasped as he tried to reach it. He knew he wouldn't be able to fix it himself. He pulled out a little sewing kit he found in the wreckage.
He heard crackling of leaves and twigs and the rustles of bushes. He looked over to see if it was anyone. A young woman walked out, brunet, she was beautiful, however Jack was too occupied to notice.
"Excuse me," as she looks over at him he continues, "do you know how to use a needle?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 28, 2006 23:16:06 GMT -5
***Kate enters from GE - Fuselage and Surrounding Area***
KATE
She wandered around, deep in thought, not paying much attention to where she was headed or to her surroundings, which kind of defeated her purpose of her trek into the jungle area.
Again she'd been absentmindedly massaging her sore wrists as she broke through a small clearing and froze as she heard a man's voice. She looked over in the direction of the voice.
"What?" she asked, still in a bit of a daze.
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Post by Jack on Aug 28, 2006 23:39:44 GMT -5
JACK
He tried to think of a way for her to understand what he was talking about, after a horrific plane crash, catching someone off guard was embeddable, "Did you ever patch a pair of jeans," he used a hand motion of sewing as he spoke to her.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 28, 2006 23:49:57 GMT -5
KATE
She was confused as to why he was asking about patching clothes when they'd just been in a plane crash. But repairing clothes was the least of their worries right now.
"I, uh... I made the drapes in my apartment."
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Post by Jack on Aug 28, 2006 23:58:45 GMT -5
JACK
He suddenly feels relieved, calmed down, he exhales a great a mount as if to show his appreciation, "That's fantastic. Listen, do you have a second? I could use a little help here."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 29, 2006 0:14:01 GMT -5
KATE
What, he wanted to patch something up now? She walked over to him to see what it was he wanted fixed. "Help with what?"
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Post by Jack on Aug 29, 2006 0:17:43 GMT -5
JACK
***(thinking) Oh great the hardest part, trying to convince her now.*** "With this," He lifts his arm up and shows her the gash on his back. She gasps and closes her eyes.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 29, 2006 0:28:08 GMT -5
KATE
Almost as soon as he started to answer her, it had dawned on her. He turned and she gasped, reflexively closing her eyes and turning her head.
Oh please, no, she thought to herself.
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Post by Jack on Aug 29, 2006 0:29:17 GMT -5
JACK
"Look, I'd do it myself. I'm a doctor, but I just can't reach..."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 29, 2006 0:32:13 GMT -5
KATE
"You want me to sew that up?" she interrupted, still hoping she was somehow wrong.
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Post by Jack on Aug 29, 2006 0:39:36 GMT -5
JACK
He had to find a way for her to do this for him, he needed it. "It'd be just like the drapes."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 29, 2006 0:45:23 GMT -5
KATE
"But with the drapes I used a sewing machine," she practically interrupted again. A slight panic could be heard in her voice. The thought of putting a needle into skin scared her and made her a bit queasy.
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Post by Jack on Aug 29, 2006 0:50:42 GMT -5
JACK
There was something about this girl, even thought she said she couldn't, he knew there was allot more potential to this woman, he didn't know how he knew, he just knew. "No, you can do this. I'm telling you. (pleads) If you wouldn't mind."
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