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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 20, 2007 4:07:56 GMT -5
The beach near the water where the tail section of the plane falls. The tailies make camp here. Location found in box C5 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 Apr 20, 2007 4:08:21 GMT -5
DAY 4 ENDS, SEVERAL HOURS HAVE GONE BY, DAY 5 BEGINS
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Paul
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by Paul on Apr 20, 2007 11:33:28 GMT -5
((I thought I'd assume no one else questions Paul after Brooks approaches him. I also thought I'd assume Etana brings Paul a little bit of food and drink before everyone turns over for sleep. Let me know if these assumptions are not kosher and I will edit )) Paul stirred and sat up from where he had been lying asleep on the beach. It had been a long night, but an anti-climactic one. He had built himself up to the moment when he would reveal himself and step out of the jungle. There had been so much anticipation- so much preparation. Then, when he had stepped out of the jungle, chaos had broken loose and it had seemed that he would be made to stand before The Survivors in some form of ad hoc trial. But then everything had settled down. The debates between the group had fizzled away. Everyone was tired, obviously. They were used to the comforts of home in "civilized" lands. Sleeping under the night sky on a beach, having crashed in some strange far away land and having seen dozens die in the flames and still others being kidnapped by bizarre men and women who seemed to live here- that had been a series of factors that had agitated them into action and alarm over his appearance. But those were also factors that fatigued the mind. So once they had expended all of their effort on being afraid, they no longer had any energy to expend on questioning Paul intensively. Etana had kindly brought him some food and drink. It wasn't much, but it was better than sleeping on an empty stomach. But, then again, he hadn't slept at all. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the tall African man with the blood on his hands and... He didn't want to think about it. Any of it. There had been no formal trial held for him on the beach, and there had been no formal trial held for him in Britain. Staff Sergeant Martin had sacrificed his career to make sure of that. As for if the blood belonged to her, he would find out over time. Fools rush in. The man with the sharpened stick- Aaron Brooks, he had introduced himself as- was still suspicious. But it was likely because of his loss. It was a terrible thing to lose a wife and a child at the same time. Paul couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose so much. Paul couldn't really say that he ever had anything to lose, so I could not empathize. He could sympathize, but that was different. That was... condescending. That was hardly the best way to develop a rapport with someone, and so he thought it best to abandon such considerations and leave that to be figured out later. He looked up at the sky and mused at how beautiful it now looked and how fickle the weather could be. There were signs, of course, which could be read to predict it. But it was an art that required a long time spent here on The Island. He pulled out his notebook and took a glance at the poem written on the third page. Then he flicked to a blank page and began writing while ocasionally glancing around at the beach or up at the sky.
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Compey
Searching for Transmitter
Oh, happy day.plg%%Arthur 'Compey' Compeyson%%
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Post by Compey on Apr 20, 2007 12:39:07 GMT -5
Compeyson had not slept. Not for long, anyway. He's managed a little less than three hours, and from there on he stayed awake, feeling the cool breeze across his skin as he stared up at the stars, hearing the ocean lapping at the shore, his heart skipping a beat at the slightest sound from the jungle.
He was used to evading responsibility. To be the one to follow, to push the blame onto others, to give the job to someone else. But now he was forced to make a decision about the man on the beach, and it was one he had to make the right choice about. Whether a man lived or died, really. If he voiced an opinion that the German was one of the...jungle ninjas...it could result in an innocent man being killed. If he said that he was innocent, but the German was a danger...he could be responsible for the deaths of others.
And all the fear and responsibility and doubt just came crushing down on him, resulting in a lack of sleep, a dry throat and heavy bags under his icy blue eyes.
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Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
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Post by Willo on Apr 20, 2007 16:32:42 GMT -5
Brooks was already awake. He might not have slept all night, it would have been hard to tell. He was looking at the baseball--the one he had used to get into Paul's head. A tear ran down his head. That horrible night--and the days that followed it. It had been in all the papers back in New London.
He stood up and made his way back to camp slowly. People would be waking up soon, and then it would be time to get started. He stretched his arms slowly.
"Morning folks," he said without a since of cheer.
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Paul
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Paul Steiner, Mikhail Bakunin, Sayid%%
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Post by Paul on Apr 20, 2007 16:43:14 GMT -5
"Morning folks."
Paul got up from his spot on the sand and brushed himself off. "Good morning." He pointed down at his notepad and asked, "Have you seen one of those information cards? The kind the airline puts in the pouch in front of your seat. I need one. Uh..." He pretended to look for the right words. "To find out how long until rescue arrives."
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Vivian Waters
Hunting Boar
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Post by Vivian Waters on Apr 20, 2007 22:10:26 GMT -5
Fox
That night she had got everything she needed, the herb's and patched up wounds and did everything she could for the people around her. Fox sighed she had been up all night again and this morning she found herself staring deep into the water, no life. No signs of her husband or any other Survivors, it had been Five days, no rescuse was coming... were they?
That night while everyone slept, she let her guard down. she walked to the water and sat crying, Fox hadn't done that since before she became who she was. Before her emotions were removed, before everything was different. and she felt them coming back slowly, her feelings for these people. The feelings for her husband, ones she never knew she had.
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Jack
Collecting Info for a Census
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Post by Jack on Apr 21, 2007 20:01:59 GMT -5
KYLE
Kyle's eyes opened slowly as he inhaled through his nose. He couldn't believe how well he slept that night. He placed a hand on his head as he began to feel dizzy. He was extremely stiff, and he was getting shooting pains from his stomach, which for the most part was patched up well, and on the path of healing. He sat up slowly and checked for his gun and knife, which were both still accounted for. He looked around the beach, everyone seemed to still be there. A good start to the day, Kyle thought. Then he looked down the beach at the newcomer. Kyle sighed, "Oh yeah," he recalled.
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Paul
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by Paul on Apr 21, 2007 20:28:32 GMT -5
Paul threw his arms up in defeat. They're not morning people, I guess.
He set about wandering the beach, looking for salvage that might have fallen from the plane. He'd probe the detritus for any useful information he could find, and when everyone was a little more awake and responsive, he'd begin the day's real work.
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mreko
Freshly Marooned Monster Bait
plg%%Mr. Eko, Desmond Hume%%
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Post by mreko on Apr 22, 2007 19:21:08 GMT -5
Sleep had been difficult. Eko's dreams were plagued with visions of Yemi being shot by the soldiers on the air strip, of himself shooting an innocent man to save Yemi from the Hausa militiamen who had come to their village, and of himself killing those men who had come from the jungle nights before. His dreams were nightmares, populated by his sins. And his sins were many.
He had slept at an odd angle to make sure he was sheltered from the rain. It had left his joints out of shape and he had to support himself with his stick for a moment to gain his footing and balance.
The man from the jungle- he said his name was Paul- was wandering the beach. Apparently he was looking for something and Mr. Eko had just what he wanted at his foot. He picked up one of the airline information cards and walked over to Paul. It took him only a few strides to clear the distance.
He handed Paul the card, then beckoned for him to follow as Eko began to walk toward the edge of the treeline at the beach.
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Jack
Collecting Info for a Census
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Post by Jack on Apr 22, 2007 20:20:33 GMT -5
KYLE
He rose slowly. He figured if they were gunna do something about the possible spy, Kyle wanted it done today. He looked around the beach, too many of them would be against the idea of interrogating them, but at least there was one person who saw the situation like Kyle did. He walked over to Aaron, he made sure no one was around, "Hey, c'mere."
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Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
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Post by Willo on Apr 22, 2007 23:51:22 GMT -5
Aaron threw the baseball up in the air and caught it again. He made his way over to Kyle, putting the ball back in his sachel and glanced at him.
"Hey," he said in a slow voice. He lobbed the ball at him gently and put a fake smile on his face. "Are you thinking about the new guy?"
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Paul
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by Paul on Apr 23, 2007 0:16:09 GMT -5
Paul accepted the card from the tall African man with both hands. He knew nothing about who this person was or where they came from. But he did know some of the customs of many traditional West African societies. Hausa and Fulani preferred for gifts to be accepted with both hands, while Ibto were much more "modern" with the exchange of items between people. But, then again, globalization had taken its toll on every culture. The angulature of the African man's face suggested he was of one of those three main tribes of Nigeria. But, once again, globalization had made it entirely possible that while the tall African man's ethnic origins came from that part of the world, he could be more American than the police officer with the gun.
"Thank you! Now I can-" Paul began.
The tall African man began walking up the beach and beckoned for Paul to follow. This was a difficult choice. He could follow this silent fellow with the big stick into the jungle, away from the rest of the survivors. Or he could remain here on the beach to be interrogated throughout the day by the other survivors until they found an excuse to find a hole in his story and either exile or kill him.
Staying on the beach was tempting. He was confident that his story could withstand the poking and prodding of the group. It was also give him an opportunity to explore the initial social dynamics of the survivors. Plus, while the survivors were not exactly peaceful, they did not have their hands covered in blood. The tall African man did.
And yet he felt the need to find out who this man was. Why did he distance himself from the other survivors when the bulk of the group had developed such a close-knit and communal form of decision-making? Who had been part of the away team that had acted off of Goodwin's list? Who had the tall African man killed? If he discovered that any of his friends had been hurt, he could easily kill the murderer. The tight confines of the jungle would make the big stick unwieldy to be swung about as a weapon.
"Where are we going?" Paul called after the other man, following along behind him to the treeline. He'd throw his lot in with this one and study him first. It was the only logical place to start.
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mreko
Freshly Marooned Monster Bait
plg%%Mr. Eko, Desmond Hume%%
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Post by mreko on Apr 23, 2007 0:57:56 GMT -5
"Where are we going?"
Mr. Eko ignored the man's questions. He could not answer them anyway. What he had done the night before had been cheating. He had made a vow never to kill again after Yemi died. Then he broke his promise when he killed those people from the jungle who had tried to take him and some of the other survivors. After doing that, he had made a promise not to speak until he had found some sort of penance from God. Then he had bent the rules of his vow by speaking, but insisting on only quoting Scripture.
There would be no more bending the rules. He had spoken so as to spare this man's life. Now he expected Paul to pay back God for his good fortune and do something which would help the rest of the survivors. It would just be difficult to explain what needed to be done without speaking any words.
Once they had reached the treeline, Eko reached up and pulled down a branch from overhead so that its leaves shielded his head from the sun. He released the branch and then pointed at the sky with his stick. He hoped that this man would not require anything more to understand what Eko was asking him to do.
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Post by Bella on Apr 23, 2007 14:07:54 GMT -5
Scarlett sat up from her light nap she'd taken. Once everyone else had gone to sleep she'd found a safe place to rest and had, and she was only judging from her stinging eyes, a few hours sleep. Clearing her throat, she stood up and looked around. Once again she found herself feeling lonely despite the small groups of people around her. Seeing a girl whom she only knew as Fox, she made her way over there. Forcing a smile on she tried to strike up a conversation, "Hi, i'm Scarlett. I was wondering if you knew who i could see about food or water..." She shrugged her shoulders and gave a slight laugh, "I'm not used to this fending for yourself thing, Daddy always got someone to help me..." Scarlett stopped herself, talking about her father and how she was meant to meet him at the airport only upset her.
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Jack
Collecting Info for a Census
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Post by Jack on Apr 24, 2007 18:13:39 GMT -5
KYLE
"Are you thinking about the new guy?"
"Seems he's the new talk of the camp," Kyle stated. Kyle took one last quick glimpse around the camp to make sure no one was watching or listening to them, "I don't know about you, but I have a little trouble trusting people who come scattering out of the jungle after 4 days of us being here," Kyle said in a quiet voice, "something doesn't seem right to me," Kyle continued, "and seeing how quick people around here shot you down when you came up with the idea to interrogate him, we're not gunna get enough info from him, not with them on guard anyway..." Kyle paused.
"You let them do there little democratic vote thing, and they're definitely gunna let him stay," Kyle shook his head, "Yeah people around here are a little too trusting, and I don't know about you, but I'm a little uncomfortable sleeping a few feet away from a stranger, when the last stranger I saw on this island, took 3 of us into the jungle." Kyle took a breath, "You want to interrogate are new comer that's fine by me, but you'll need my help."
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Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
Interesting/Dangerousplg%%Willo, Mason, Walter, G, Maxine, Tom, Brooks%%
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Post by Willo on Apr 24, 2007 22:23:51 GMT -5
BROOKS He studied Kyle as he spoke, trying to figure out his past. He had a gun--he was probably a cop. So what was his interest in this guy. Obviously he was a threat if Brooks was right, and he was all but certain of his correctness. He wondered what this man had done in his past. But the psychoanalyas would have to wait, for now.
"I don't know if interogate is the correct term," he said. "But I'm following you. So, what are you thinking, then?"
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Paul
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by Paul on Apr 24, 2007 23:24:30 GMT -5
Paul nodded after a moment. It was difficult to tell what this tall African man was trying to get across with his gestures and body language. It would have been much easier if this fellow would just say what he wanted. But, for whatever reason, he could not or would not speak.
Paul had thought he had seen the man that now stood before him communicating with the rest of The Survivors the night before. His lips had moved. But Paul could not lip read in even clear day light. It was possible that this fellow could not speak English and that the odd responses in body language that the tall man received from the rest of the group had come from their lack of understanding his language. English tended to be the most common second language among Africans. French was the next most common. Perhaps communicating with this man in French would yield better results? But it would also give away something about Paul and create more questions for The Survivors when they already had too many.
English would be the best route to explore for now. "I understand. You want me to help you build shelters on the beach." Paul pointed at the information card that had been given to him just moments before. "But this is the most important thing at the moment. I'll do this first, then I'll help you with that."
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mreko
Freshly Marooned Monster Bait
plg%%Mr. Eko, Desmond Hume%%
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Post by mreko on Apr 25, 2007 0:31:24 GMT -5
"I understand. You want me to help you build shelters on the beach. But this is the most important thing at the moment. I'll do this first, then I'll help you with that." Eko frowned and held his stick out to bar Paul's path back down the beach. The shelters would need to be built now. Eko could not do it on his own, but the labour would help him exorcise some of his sins and grief over the deaths he had caused. Perhaps the hard work would hold some therapeutic redemption for Paul too.
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Jack
Collecting Info for a Census
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Post by Jack on Apr 25, 2007 15:44:44 GMT -5
KYLE
"But I'm following you. So, what are you thinking, then?"
"Well, if this guys is who I think he is, then he wouldn't have come here unprepared," Kyle explained, "Now I don't what you do...or did in this case, but I get the feeling you know how to get the truth out of people. So all you gotta do is find away to get this guy away from the camp, you know a place where you can question him without being disturbed, and I'll hang out here and keep everyone busy."
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