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Post by Severin on May 8, 2007 14:15:17 GMT -5
"Tired and well, No one needs me so I need some shut eye"
"Oh, goodbye for now, then, Ruby." he said quickly as Ruby made a hasty exit. He turned back to Gwen, and words failing him for once, he smiled rather stupidly. He had a brief wrestle in his mind about asking her a question. A split-second decision that really required more thought, but he didn't have the time. So perhaps he made the wrong decision. "Gwen, if you're not too busy, I would...well, it seems a slightly odd request, but I would love to draw you. If you have the time."
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Gwen Havers
Help Translate Rousseau's Maps
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Post by Gwen Havers on May 8, 2007 15:01:20 GMT -5
Gwen sighed as Ruby departed. "That's the second time today I've sent that girl running," she remarked to Severin. "Yep, like I told James, I definitely damaged my diplomatic skills in the crash."
"Gwen, if you're not too busy, I would...well, it seems a slightly odd request, but I would love to draw you. If you have the time."
"You what?" she asked, turning back to him with a confused look. Flattered, but nonetheless confused. "Well, I have plenty of time, obviously. But wouldn't you rather have something pleasant to look at? I can see if Jinx is available. Or maybe a still-life with fruit, if it hasn't all been eaten by now..."
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Post by Severin on May 8, 2007 15:19:00 GMT -5
"You what? Well, I have plenty of time, obviously. But wouldn't you rather have something pleasant to look at? I can see if Jinx is available. Or maybe a still-life with fruit, if it hasn't all been eaten by now..."
"No, no." he chuckled. "I only draw things that or either of interest or beauty, and you fit the second option very well, and also it's a...soothing exercise, or so I'm told. It's meant to be quite relaxing, which is something I think you could use."
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Gwen Havers
Help Translate Rousseau's Maps
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Post by Gwen Havers on May 8, 2007 16:08:45 GMT -5
"It's meant to be quite relaxing, which is something I think you could use."
"Am I that transparent? I thought I was doing such a good job of keeping up my calm, composed facade," she laughed slightly. She tried to avoid the self-conscious feeling that suddenly fell upon her. True, it wasn't the first time someone on this island had referred to her as beautiful, but it didn't mean she was any closer to believing it. Being drawn, being scrutinized and committed to paper--it had an awkward quality. But then again, why had she gotten the art supplies for him if only to turn around and deny him the chance to use them?
"Um, okay, sure," she smiled. "How do you want me? Wearing a blue heart-shaped diamond like in that Titanic film?"
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Post by Severin on May 8, 2007 16:16:26 GMT -5
"How do you want me? Wearing a blue heart-shaped diamond like in that Titanic film?"
"Only if you can find one." he laughed. "And as long as you don't drop it into the ocean at any point." He turned for his shelter, looking back over his shoulder at her.
He could understand how awkward it would be at first for her, but as he'd been told, the calming effect could have a positive effect. That, the simple fact that it would be fun to draw her.
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Gwen Havers
Help Translate Rousseau's Maps
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Post by Gwen Havers on May 8, 2007 16:21:54 GMT -5
"And as long as you don't drop it into the ocean at any point."
"Aw, but I was so looking forward to meeting Bill Paxton," she pouted, then began to follow him, still clutching the drawing of Jake in her hands. She'd catch up with him soon enough; he couldn't have gone far.
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Post by Severin on May 8, 2007 16:32:14 GMT -5
***Sev and Gwen leave for Sev's shelter. Bill Paxton does not join them***
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Lee-o
Freshly Marooned Monster Bait
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Post by Lee-o on May 17, 2007 11:32:12 GMT -5
LEE-O
Again i didn't find the waking up a very motivating sort of thing, and i didn't want to welcome a new day. Honestly all i wanted to do is go home, but life works in mysterious ways doesn't it? Its funny how people say that no on will care about you when your gone, that it would be better if you were marooned on a island...well looks like there dreams have come true. wonder if everyone else at home feels the same way?
'O boy there goes the Emo self, rearing its ugly head.' I say inside my head, wondering if things could possibly get any worse. I remembered the Burning, i went to it because i could have been one of those people, you know? I could have been killed and they would have come, not knowing who i was shading tears maybe, but over me? How weird is that? O well past is past and rumor has it that things are not working out, i know rescue should have been here by now.
I was basically a zombie for the last Four days, I walked around the Camp never leaving it. Scared that something might get me, Hell I saw those Horror movies i know how things worked. You leave the comfort of your camp site and something snatched you or you fall into a hole and die on spikes. This Butchie wasn’t going to die on this island, alone and friendless, not if i could help it.
“Fucking island….”
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Days earlier I had finished my shelter, well if you could call a few sticks with a tarp a shelter, one god damn strong wind and it probably fall right over. I sighed and tried to make it more sturdy, I wasn’t a contractor anyways. I graduated out of a class of over 300 students, not one gave a real damn about me, well maybe at least a couple. One of the Happy time for both me and my friend Kenny’s familes, watching us Graduate. not like it mattered now…
than when i finished my shelter, i sat back and rested my head on my Tree. That's right i claimed it! It was hot so i took off my hood to reveal my shirt underneath. 'Remember my name you'll be screaming it later' "wish i had my Ipod." All I did have was a headache and a sunburn, whoo let the party begin.
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Claire Littleton
Searching for Transmitter
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Post by Claire Littleton on May 28, 2007 9:52:30 GMT -5
CLAIRE
She continued to sit and fold clothes, but the task seemed to bore her out. Looking at everything she had done, Claire decided to go for a walk. Walking was good when you're pregnant, or so she read somewhere. She pushed herself to her feet, a hand on her back as she stood. Looking around, she decided to explore other parts of the camp that she hadn't really been around yet.
**Claire leaves F3**
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Post by ana on Jun 6, 2007 17:30:53 GMT -5
LEIA
The sun was starting to set on the distant horizon and she lay just at the shore line with the cool waters lapping over her bare feet. There was no-where else she'd rather be right now. Intertwined in the arms of her lover, looking longingly into his eyes. It didn't matter what they'd been through the last few days, they were together now and nothing could tear them apart again.
"My darling, this must be fate." She said, nuzzling her cheek against his bare bronzed chest. "To think of all the things that could have happened. A plane crash caused by some mysterious force of nature that splits the aircraft into pieces and scatters them across a dangerous and uncharted island...." He gently put a finger to her lips, his eyes hypnotising her into submission.
"Sshhh, my love. Don't think about what might have kept us from each other's embrace. Know only that destiny wanted us to be together." He drew her closer, their skin touching, the heat of their bodies pressing against each other. The passion between them was intense. His lips met hers and with a just a kiss, her breath was stolen from her. Feeling a sudden light-headedness, she was forced to break away, but her mouth stayed close to his. Their breathing in sync.
"There's something I must tell you my sweet. I can't waste another minute, you have to know..." She said, her heart almost skipping a beat.
"There are no secrets between us, you can tell me anything and I will still love you."
"Oh darling..." She almost hesitated. But her true feelings couldn't be restrained. This was the moment she would reveal her true love for him. The first time she would say those three little words. The words that meant everything. He gazed at her longingly, anticipating what she was about to say. Her lips parted and she began to speak....
"I'm being bitten....."
Leia frowned, her face the very picture of irritation. She moved the book out of her eyeline to see what had just taken a chunk out of her leg.
"Goddamn sand flies..." She mumbled to herself, flicking the offending bug off of her skin. With a sigh, she tried to immerse herself back in the trashy romance novel she'd found among the recovered luggage.
"Oh, Dirk...I love you more than any man I've ever known. You're the other half of my soul. I'm nothing without you...."
Dirk, the handsome pilot of the doomed charter flight that Scarlett had been a passenger on before a freak thunderstorm had sent the two crashing down to the forbidden island, ran his fingers through her bright blonde hair.
"And you're the beat that's been missing from my heart, Scarlett. But there's just one thing I need to know.
"I'll answer anything you ask my love." She kissed at his chest, his sweet skin the flavour of honey.
"I need to know....why do you find my legs so tasty...?"
"Oh for the love of God!" Leia hissed, abandoning the book entirely and brushing the ever-tenacious sand fly from her thigh. "It's not an all you can eat buffet! Go chew on someone else."
With a deeper sigh, she turned back to the book that had fallen closed on the sand beside her. The cover was as equally unsubtle as the text, depicting the lovers on the beach. Him wearing a brilliant blue shirt of lust and her in a blouse that only just covered her buxom assets. Now firmly back in the real world, Leia swept her eyes over what a real beach would look like after a plane had crashed on it.
It had been five days now and still no rescue. And more annoyingly, that handsome stranger that would have swept her off her feet had she actually been part of a trashy romance novel, was no-where to be seen. It was just Leia. Leia and the sand flies. Hardly romantic.
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Post by ana on Jun 7, 2007 13:53:14 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry - double posting but the last one was kinda long as it was...decided to split it up )) LEIA Leia never expected that in the aftermath of a plane crash she would be so bored that she'd find staring at the ocean so thrilling. Yet here she was, sat in the sand with her legs crossed beneath her like some meditating budda, just wasting away the time by gazing at the water as it lapped against the shore. After about ten minutes, she was bored of that too. She'd never had much patience for doing nothing. Her brain was constantly running, thinking of how to solve the next puzzle that came her way. Maybe that was why she worked nearly all the hours she wasn't sleeping. Not that she slept that much anyway, though that probably had more to do with the copious amounts of caffeine she drank each day rather than any latent insomnia. Oh I'd give my right arm for a caramel latte right now.....actually my left arm would make more sense....I write with my right hand....might need that....Almost in sync with her thoughts, her stomach started to growl. It sounded like a hungry animal and she reflexively put her hand to it to try and calm the beast. She'd felt hungry for the last couple of days now, ever since the in-flight meals began to run out. She didn't really complain about it, everyone was feeling exactly the same. Some bright spark had realised that food would run out sooner or later and in the unlikely event that rescue would be a long time coming, he'd suggested they ration it out. Welcome to the unlikely event, thought Leia. More adventurous people had started to forage some fruit from the trees in the jungle which was all well and good, but after eating bananas three times a day for nearly a week now, they were starting to lose their appeal. Leia wanted something a little more filling than just fruit. Actually, scrap the latte, I want a steak......a tender juicy thick fillet of medium rare prime meat......Her stomach rumbled again. All this thinking of food wasn't doing her any good. But it was hard to distract from such a primal need as hunger. It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't been allergic to seafood. There was a Korean man who had been able to catch some fish and was offering sushi to everyone. It was a nice gesture from a stranger but she was forced to turn him down. Though saying that if she'd eaten it, she would have ended up with severe breathing difficulties and would have gone into anaphylactic shock - most likely resulting in her death - to someone who doesn't speak any English proved to be very frustrating indeed. In fact she was fairly sure she'd offended him at least twice. So when news that a few had decided to try and hunt for boar had reached Leia, she was very excited. Whether they would actually find any, or in fact share their catch with others remained to be seen, but at least the hope of something other than damn mango again kept her going. Mmmm....rocky road ice cream......hang on...where did that come from...?
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 21, 2007 16:55:06 GMT -5
THE SOUND OF TREES BREAKING FOLLOWED BY THE FAMILIAR GRINDING GROWLING CAN BE HEARD IN THE DIRECTION OF THE MID-JUNGLE BOAR TERRITORY.
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Jul 5, 2007 21:07:21 GMT -5
((the return of Grace... again! Now put her back up on the mural thing, dangit!))
It was such a stupid thing. She couldn't ask anyone for help, for fear of being foolish. And she certainly didn't want anyone else to know what she was doing, so Grace settled herself in a secluded area about halfway between the shelters and the jungle with her notebook, her copy of Crime and Punishment, and her memories. What was she doing? Well, to be perfectly honest, Grace was trying to re-teach herself how to speak.
Really, she needed to re-learn this skill. Now that she could "miraculously" hear again, it would be stupid of her not to take advantage of that. The positives were pretty glaringly obvious: she would be able to communicate more easily with the other survivors. The negatives... well, Grace didn't want to think about those. The only problem was that she had learned to read after she became deaf. She had no idea how those words on the paper before her were supposed to be pronounced vocally. That might be an issue.
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Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
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Post by Willo on Jul 10, 2007 13:29:55 GMT -5
WILLO
He was wandering around fairly aimlessly, facing the worst writers block in his life. He spotted Grace and smiled, slowly walking up to her slowly.
"Hey there," he said softly and waved. He looked at her book and then back up at her, a dumbfounded smile on his face.
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Jul 14, 2007 13:32:35 GMT -5
"Hey there."
She turned at the sound and smiled, pleased with both the company and that she'd been able to distinguish a voice from the other sounds. Though she kind of wanted to try out saying something in reply --"hi" hadn't been very hard to learn when she was three, and it was equally easy to remember-- Grace instead stuck with signing hello.
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