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Post by ana on Jun 1, 2007 14:16:27 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Good people doing good things for the benefit of others....? Samantha could have sworn that Preston had said the exact same words. In fact she was sure that was the provocation for his 'I am not a preacher' outburst. After hearing it again, it almost sounded like a company slogan.
For a moment, Samantha was left alone in the room with the door open. Surely they weren't that stupid? She made a split second decision - this was not an oppertunity to be wasted - and made a bolt for the door.
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Benjamin Linus
Acceptance of Fate
What I said, and what I did, were not the sameplg%%Benjamin Linus %%
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Post by Benjamin Linus on Jun 1, 2007 14:27:46 GMT -5
***Pryce enters***
He grabbed Harkness by the shoulders roughly as she ran into him. "Woah! Goin' somewhere?"
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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 Jun 1, 2007 16:32:27 GMT -5
*Static breaks through on the walkie talkies of the others. A couple seconds later a voice comes across. It is the frantic voice of Tom. His voice is broken by pants and him rushing through trees as he seemed to be running.*
"Ben..... Ben! We've got a problem!"
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Post by ana on Jun 2, 2007 11:57:31 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"Woah! Goin' somewhere?"
Stopping dead in her tracks, Samantha found herself holding her breath at the sudden shock of Pryce in her face. After a seconds pause, she answered him in what she hoped was a convincingly confident tone.
"I'm going for a stroll. Ben has kindly allowed me to have free roam of the grounds after I promised him I would co-operate." She added a hint of a smile at the end as if she was telling him the truth. Question was, was he dumb enough to believe her.
"Ben..... Ben! We've got a problem!"
There was the hiss and crackle of a radio springing to life, followed by a message that Samantha found curious.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 3, 2007 8:25:43 GMT -5
PRYCE
"I'm going for a stroll. Ben has kindly allowed me to have free roam of the grounds after I promised him I would co-operate."
"Yeah? In that case, I'm Queen of England." He grunted, and lowered his gaze at her. "And I ain't amused."
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Post by ana on Jun 3, 2007 9:43:32 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"Can't blame me for trying." She shrugged. Her gaze fell on the two huge shovel sized hands that still gripped her shoulders.
"Do you mind?" She said, hoping he would let go of her.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 3, 2007 17:14:10 GMT -5
PRYCE
"Do you mind?"
He let go of her, and stepped aside for her to pass. "Now, missy, don't go wondering outside this compound. Door is guarded..." He placed his hand on the gun tucked into his belt. "And I got a friend here, with seventeen more friends who all run faster than you."
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Post by ana on Jun 5, 2007 11:23:28 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
For a second she hesitated, unsure if he was joking with her. Letting her walk down the corridor only so he had an excuse to jump her from behind and get his gun off. But when she actually made a move to leave the room, he didn't stop her. Clearly he didn't know how resourceful this Lady could be. Years of travel in uninhabitable places had sharpened her initiative for making the best of a bad situation. And this was rapidly becoming the worst she'd faced. By way of distraction, his not hers, she changed her tone to a less defiant one and decided to engage in a little small talk as they wandered. She was hoping that his brain could only do one thing at once - it appeared so anyway - so if he was talking, he might not notice that she was still looking for a way out.
"What kind of place is this anyway? she asked him, referring to the building they were in.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 5, 2007 11:30:55 GMT -5
PRYCE
"What kind of place is this anyway?
"It's called the Staff." he began, not seeing any harm in a little talk. Like the information would benefit her at all. He remained by the door, leaning against the wall. "It's a medical station. Used for treatment, testing, research, supplies."
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Post by ana on Jun 5, 2007 12:12:02 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
She'd ambled down to the next room and stood in the doorway, but it was as bleak and empty as the one she'd woken up in. Again, there were no windows.
"It doesn't look like it's used for much these days." She stated.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 5, 2007 12:22:06 GMT -5
PRYCE
"It doesn't look like it's used for much these days."
"Yeah, we don't have much use for it. We're a peaceful little town." he said. "Until plane crashes happen."
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Post by ana on Jun 5, 2007 12:25:25 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Oh yeah, a peaceful little town of crazy people... She let it slide.
"What kind of research was it?" Though she somehow had a feeling she knew. Too many questions about being pregnant.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 5, 2007 12:28:02 GMT -5
PRYCE
"What kind of research was it?"
He began to fiddle with his belt buckle, bored and not really paying attention. "None of your beeswax."
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Post by ana on Jun 5, 2007 15:01:38 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw he wasn't really watching her now, so she ducked into another room across the way from the one she'd been looking at. It was too much to hope that there was a way out in there, but at least she could give Pyrce a bit of a shock for when he looked up and saw her not in the corridor.
She had a few seconds to look around this room which was as dim as the others. Again it was windowless and dirty, like it had been abandoned at some point. A row of lockers lined each wall and she went straight to them, looking for something of use.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 5, 2007 15:05:55 GMT -5
PRYCE
"Y'know, you can have a pleasant time here, or not. You go by the rules, you don't ask questions, you be polite enough, you'll have a good time of it. If I were you, I'd be smart about it. Keep my head, don't-" He looked up. She was gone. Balls. He withdrew his gun. "Oh. I'm in trouble."
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Post by ana on Jun 5, 2007 15:41:56 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Moving quickly, because she knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he spotted she'd slipped away, Samantha rumaged through the lockers on her right. The first two were empty, but the third held some mouldy old files, some stationary and a dusty pair of sports shoes. There was a large paper clip attatched to one of the files and she tugged it free and slipped it down her cleavage.
Might come in handy at some point. The mention of her being put in a cage earlier had made her think that it could be used as a lockpick. But in reality, she thought that maybe that was purely fiction. Still, didn't hurt to have it just in case.
She heard Pryce heading her way and assumed he wouldn't be in a good mood when he saw her. To deflect any suspicions that she may have picked anything else up, she pulled the shoes from the locker and made it look like she was measuring them up against her bare feet to see if they fit. Which, sadly, they didn't.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 5, 2007 15:47:14 GMT -5
PRYCE
He moved into the doorway of the locker room, relieved to see her. "Hey. Having fun? Just like a rollar coaster, ain't it, looking around dirty old locker rooms."
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Post by ana on Jun 9, 2007 6:39:36 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Pyrce burst into the room with a slight look of aggitation on his face. It was a small victory for Samantha who had decided that she would take every oppertunity to cause trouble for these people. Why give them the easy ride and submit to them, when upsetting the apple cart was heaps more fun and may even give her chance to escape. Escape to where was a different matter though. If everyone in this little community were all insane, then where could she go? Her initial plan was to somehow find the communication post that Preston had mentioned. If she could get there, then she could call for help. In theory.
She put the shoes back in the locker and turned to Pryce.
"Oh, you know us ladies...can't go a day without trying on a new pair of shoes. Shame their not my size."
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 9, 2007 7:37:37 GMT -5
PRYCE
"Oh, you know us ladies...can't go a day without trying on a new pair of shoes. Shame their not my size."
"Huh. Yeah, those belong to Ethan, I think." he replied. "Be thankful he ain't here. You have no idea how lucky you are, missy, having a nice guy like me look out for ya."
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Post by ana on Jun 9, 2007 7:45:14 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Putting a hand to her aching jaw, she gave Pryce a look.
"Yes, you're quite the gentleman aren't you."
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