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Sept 13, 2006 1:06:51 GMT -5
Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 13, 2006 1:06:51 GMT -5
Whoa, good flashbacks! No Jack, you HAVE to tell what your father did! It wasn't right of him. Don't let anyone talk you out of it! hehe, just yelling at the computer like I yell at the TV at characters. And Pearl, that expression sounds similar to the "Good things come to those who wait" expression.
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Sept 13, 2006 1:09:41 GMT -5
Post by pearl on Sept 13, 2006 1:09:41 GMT -5
Thank's Heidi *g* I write it down And for the other part ... I guess Kate and Sarah are going to have the first female catfight on the island *lol* smaking, pulling hair, scratching and screaming But first I have to ad Kung Fu or sth else to my bio
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Sept 16, 2006 18:51:22 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 16, 2006 18:51:22 GMT -5
Well here it is Phuket... Part 1 of 5 (hahahahaha)
*Flashback 8 months before the crash*
The whistling sound flies threw the air, the needle strikes the foam as the rest of the piece sticks out. Again the same thing follows, only this time it hits the metal ring, as the needle begins piercing threw, the momentum stops and it falls to the ground. “Damn-it,” the room is quite big, but very poorly lit, probably to remind you that you are spending all your time drinking in a bar. The door is glass, sort of like the ones at a convenience store, it has a flashy sign that reads open. There is only one window, sort of near the bar and is pitch black from dirt. The bar counter was covered and dust, Jack thought it was like being in hell
He walked over the wall bent down and picked up the dart that fell. He went back to his seat and threw it again this time hitting bull’s-eye. He took a sip of his drink as the door flew open. Jack stopped to look up. “What the hell are you doing this far out of town?” a cheeky voice asked. Jack shook his head and finished his drink,
“Hey Mark,” he said as the bartender refilled it, “why aren’t you at home?” Mark approached the table and sat on one of the stools, he stopped, still standing a bit.
“Jack? Is that a cooler?” he started to laugh as he sunk into his seat, “You’re such a woman, try having something a little stronger… you know, be a man,” he laughed as the bartender approached him.
“Hey there Mr. Silverman, what can I get you?” Mark looked up at him and thought for a second.
“I’ll have what he’s having,” Jack looked at him in surprise, but only for about two seconds then he started to laugh.
“You still haven’t answered me,” he said as he took a sip of his drink.
“Well, you didn’t answer me, and I believe I asked first,” he chuckled as he chug his drink down.
“I had to get away,” he started, “Now you.”
“You kidding? I come here every Wednesday,” he turned to face Jack, “So why aren’t you at work?”
Jack looked at him confused, “Mark, it’s like 9:30,” he said looking at his watch.
“So why aren’t you at work? You’re always at work,” the two of them laughed.
“Dad put me on vacation,” Mark looked at him surprised.
“Why?” he asked.
“Cause Sarah left me and he thought I could use some time…” he was cut off, and it was weird because he was almost done talking.
“Wait what? Sarah left you?” Jack nodded, “Well hell, welcome back to being a bachelor. Now you can date that hot girl you were always with,” Jack again looked at him confused, but this time he had no idea what Mark was talking about. “You know the one, whose dad you were trying to fix… hey what happened to him anyway?”
Jack tried to find the right words, “He uh… he died,” Mark’s face expression completely and instantly changed.
“That sucks man. So where is she?... The girl?”
“Her name is Gabriela,” he said as he reminisced what happened to her dad.
“What ever her name was. So go get her,” he said goofing around.
“Its not that simple.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Cause right now she’s in Phuket, on business or something,” and at that moment he remembered the kiss.
“Well hell, you’re on vacation, and what’s a better place to get away then Phuket?” Jack looked at him as if to say you may be on to something.
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Sept 17, 2006 9:29:23 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 17, 2006 9:29:23 GMT -5
I'll give you a run down on the other parts since I took so long to post. Part2: Gabriela will disapoint Part3: Jack will try playing cards, and will end up getting his ass kicked Part4: Jack will meet someone who may or may not be important for things to come Part5: Jack may cross paths with someone he will meet in the future. And Part 5 will be posted Tuesday October 3
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Sept 17, 2006 15:29:58 GMT -5
Post by pearl on Sept 17, 2006 15:29:58 GMT -5
You really know how to tease!!!! And as it wouldn't be enough to pull that "I have decided which one I love" thing on me you just spill out these fragments to make me even more hot to see what might happen! I officially hate you Jack Shephard
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Jack
Sept 17, 2006 17:55:22 GMT -5
Post by ana on Sept 17, 2006 17:55:22 GMT -5
So I finally got my ass in gear and decided to catch up with the flashbacks, and who better to start with than Jack. And i'm glad I did. These are quality flashbacks... very intriguing indeed Mr. Shepherd. And what's all this 'I've decided which one I love' stuff, hmmm?
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Sept 17, 2006 21:49:41 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 17, 2006 21:49:41 GMT -5
Thanks, and I promise, you'll get more then what you're expecting (for the flashback only )
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Sept 18, 2006 6:13:37 GMT -5
Post by ana on Sept 18, 2006 6:13:37 GMT -5
Damn. I thought I was getting an offer then
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Sept 18, 2006 15:57:50 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 18, 2006 15:57:50 GMT -5
*Flashback 7 months before the crash* Part 2
People were walking back and forth, some had luggage with the wheels on the bottom, some just had hand bags, and some people didn’t have anything at all. Workers were walking back and forth; helping people and carrying bags. Outside were Valet Parkers, and those kind of well to do type of people, rich snobs in other words. It windy outside, hard to see anything with all the dust blowing around. People would walk in wiping their clothes. The lights in the room were strong, there were murals along the walls, and pretty strange pieces of art were hung in the halls. The walls had that usual beige colour, and the ceiling was domed, and white, a chandelier hung from the ceiling, the crystals almost adding three feet to the length.
There was a huge line leading to the check in counter, were two women and a man stood at different sections. Most of them spoke English, but a couple only spoke Thai. A lot of the customers spoke Thai, probably people traveling around the country. At the front of the line was a man who was bent a little with his head on the counter. The woman seemed to be understanding, but very strict. “Please, I just need to know the room number,” the man pleaded with frustration.
“I’m sorry sir, we can release that information, especially if they aren’t in the room,” she said not changing her attitude.
“Look, I have come almost six thousand miles to see this woman, I have made it all the way to the hotel room, and the only thing that’s stopping me from finding her, is you, so please what number is it.”
“Sir there are other people waiting,” the door swung open and blew shut over and over again.
The man slammed his hand down on the counter, “Look, I don’t care about them right now! I’m sure they can wait,” the man standing close to her became suspicious.
“à´ÕëÂÇæ,” (translation; hold on a minute) he said to the person standing in front of him. He walked over to the woman and began talking to her, “Åͧ´Ù«Ñ¡·Õ,” (let me try).
“á¡ÍÂÙ褹ÍàÁÃԡѹ,” (he is American) she replied.
He began to speak, “Sir,” his accent was very thick, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“No, no I’m not leaving,” he replied.
“Jack?” a voice asked from behind him. He turned around.
“Gabriela,” he said as he walked towards her.
“Sir? Sir!” the man continued. He had finally found her, and now that she was hear, he wasn’t sure what he’d say to her. “What are you doing here?” before he could answer a man standing close to her leaned over and kissed her. Jack’ face expression changed, but only for a second.
“I’ll be in the room, okay?” the man said as she nodded. The man faded into the distance.
Jack stared at her then watched the man walk away. He laughed to himself and responded to her question, “Just uh… coincidence I guess.”
“How are you?” she asked.
“I’m, I’m good,” he said still smiling to himself.
“Where’s your wife?” she asked looking around for her. It was in that moment when Jack realized that he hadn’t come here for her, he could care less about her, and the fact that her being here with someone else and he not caring, told him something, it told him he came here to get away, to get away from everything, he just used her as an excuse. He turned around with a force of anger and stormed out of the hotel throwing the door back open, just before it closed on him. “Jack?!” she yelled as he left.
He got outside into the windy, windy weather. He tightened his lips and clutched his fist. He smashed his hand against the brick wall. It hurt like hell, but he didn’t take any notice. He started to calm down when his eyes fixed on a run down building across the street. It was a bar, he couldn’t read the sign, but the big cocktail picture gave it away. *** (thinking sarcastically) Well look what fate has thrown at me. ***
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Jack
Sept 18, 2006 16:28:00 GMT -5
Post by ana on Sept 18, 2006 16:28:00 GMT -5
He's having a rough time of it, huh? Poor Jack, doesn't know what he wants anymore....Oh well, off to get hammered on water
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Sept 18, 2006 17:20:34 GMT -5
Post by pearl on Sept 18, 2006 17:20:34 GMT -5
Well to be honest I was almost scared for a moment ... lost faith in my dear Jack ... but only for seconds, until I realized that he'll always be the same and I really ... really like that (Just one slight thing ... Phuket is very, very close to the equator so I think there has never ever been snow at all )
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Sept 18, 2006 20:53:54 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 18, 2006 20:53:54 GMT -5
Good point I had thought about that and I was like w/e, I'm lazy
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Sept 21, 2006 23:34:22 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 21, 2006 23:34:22 GMT -5
***Flashback 7 months before the crash*** Part 3 (I personaly like this one)
The room was dark and filled with the poising and toxic stench of smoke from a cigarette. Jack sat at the counter, he never said a word since he came in, maybe it wasn’t that he needed the drink, maybe he needed the right environment. A dark, run down, dirty place, that’s where Jack wanted to be. There was only the bartender and a few guys playing cards in the back, other then that the place was empty.
“You are American?” the bartender asked, pronouncing every letter slowly. He had a deep voice, he was also huge, sort of the last guy you want to run into in a dark alley.
Jack looked around the room, study everyone’s appearance and clothes and turned back to the bartender, “What gave it away?” he asked sarcastically. The bartender stared at him blankly, “Never mind,” he said putting his attention on something else.
“You are not drinker?” the bartender asked still speaking slowly.
“No, no not really,” once again he got the blank face. He sighed and shook his head.
“Well buy something or get out,” Jack instantly was shocked, this time the bartender had spoken perfect English, it really did sound like a demand.
Jack stared at him for a few more seconds then got up, grabbed his stuff and headed towards the door. “Hey, American,” one of the guys sitting in the back called out, “stay. Come here.”
Jack walked over to them. There were six of them playing at a circle table with stains all over it. The first two seemed weak and harmless, another two were absolutely huge and muscular, another one looked like he was the head of a mafia or something, and the other one… he just looked normal. “Have you ever played cards before?” Jack nodded, “how about what you Americans call poker?”
Jack searched threw his mind looking for any memory that involved poker, “A couple of times,” he answered, “just with some of my friends.”
The one who he was talking to was the one who looked to be head of a mafia, he smiled, almost like an evil smile, it was very intimidating, “Perfect.”
After a little while Jack seemed to have very little money left. He looked at his cards, he had King of Diamonds and Jack of Diamonds. He studied the flop, there was a 4 of Hearts, and 8 of Diamonds and a 10 of Diamonds. “I’m all in,” he called pushing all his money into the center of the table.
“I call,” the mafia guy said, “lay em down cowboy.” Jack laid down his cards and so did the other guy, he had 4 of Clubs, and 4 of Spades.
“Ah, I knew I dealt excitement,” one of the big guys said. Jack watched him flip the first card. It was a 7 of Clubs. As he was about to draw the second card he slipped another one on top.
Jack’s head flinched catching cheat, “Hey,” he said, not noticing that he was the only one unfamiliar with the rest, “put that back where you got it,” he said pointing to the card. The six of them looked at each other and stood up staring down at Jack. ***(thinking) Ah, f*ck.***
One nailed him right in the chest causing him to fall to the ground breathless. Another smoked him across the face. The two weak guys just stood back as the big guys beat him and the mafia guy went threw his wallet. Jack kneeled in a puddle as rain a blood dripped off his face. He was still gasping for air. His eyes were shut as one of the big guys backed off him and wiped around kicking in the head. Jack fell straight into a puddle, head first into the concrete. There leader (or at least seemed to be) approached him as the other two backed off. “Hey cowboy,” he said as Jack laid still on the ground. “Hey!” he yelled, he kicked Jack in the stomach “you look at me when I’m talking to you… here,” he said throwing his completely empty wallet at him, “don’t come back.”
Jack rolled over trying to regain full consciousness, his head was pounding, he tried to move, but he couldn’t, he shut his eyes moaning. “That was pretty embarrassing,” Jack slowly opened his eyes, he thought he was alone. He saw the normal looking guy standing over him.
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Sept 22, 2006 1:10:28 GMT -5
Post by pearl on Sept 22, 2006 1:10:28 GMT -5
Oah dammned! If I would have been over ther I would have gone in and ***** the ***** right in there ***** with my ****** so that ****** makes them ***** and *****. Beating the ***** out of those *******! *clunching fists*
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Sept 22, 2006 9:23:47 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 22, 2006 9:23:47 GMT -5
lol
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Sept 22, 2006 9:59:34 GMT -5
Post by ana on Sept 22, 2006 9:59:34 GMT -5
***(thinking) Ah, f*ck.***I like that bit, lmao Jack, the flashback king
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Sept 24, 2006 12:10:10 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 24, 2006 12:10:10 GMT -5
yeah I figured it would be a good time to throw something like that in.
and thanks
next one will be posted on thursday
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Sept 28, 2006 15:16:00 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 28, 2006 15:16:00 GMT -5
Since I have to post it today, just want to let you know, it takes a pretty hard left turn.
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Sept 28, 2006 15:44:17 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 28, 2006 15:44:17 GMT -5
Here is the beggining of part 4, I'll let it sink in for about a day before I post the other one.
***Flashback 7 months before the crash*** Part 4
Jack tried to sit down, his head was pounding, he could barely keep his eyes open without any pain. He ran his tong along his cheek, it had that strange felling to it like when you loose a tooth. He could taste the blood, at one point when he was hit, he accidentally bit his cheek and with it some skin ripped off. He nose felt like it had been shattered into little pieces, and he couldn’t move much because his chest was killing him. He tried moving his arm, it was like he had an extra hundred pounds attached to a sharp metal hook hanging off it. He moaned, but kept his mouth closed so no one could hear it. He felt his chest, “One, two, three, four,” he was counting his ribs to see if any of them were broken, he flinched when he got to five. It was broken, no just bruised badly.
He looked into a mirror that was directly across the room from him. He looked like he was hit by a car, and he was someone who knew what that looked like. There was blood running down from a swollen, black eye. He could barely see as the blood passed over it, it was the top of his right eye lid that was bleeding, and a scratch leading up to his forehead. He couldn’t even close his mouth properly without it throwing a large cinderblock of pain at him. His jaw was swollen to the size of a baseball and completely bruised.
“I can say, you’re lucky to walk away with your life,” the room was poorly lit and very poorly decorated, actually unless you count the smear of some black substance on the wall, it wasn’t decorated at all. “Here,” he picked up a glass of what looked to be water. He spat it out, not only cause of the taste, but because it burned his mouth. “Yeah, we can’t have our water cleaned around here.” There was light flickering above him, like a department building light, not only did the flickering bring on a killer head ache, but so did the sound it made.
“Where am I?” he asked still trying to grab hold of what happened. He looked up at the man who was talking to him, it was one of the guys from the bar. “You?” he said in great confusion. The only thing he could thing of, was that he brought him here to beat him some more.
“Yeah it’s me,” he said. He, like that bartender, spoke perfect English.
“You speak English?” not really the best question to ask under the circumstances.
“Ha!” he laughed as he walked back into what might have been a kitchen at some point in time. “Didn’t expect a question like that…” he began coughing, it was a dry cough. “Sorry,” he said as he walked back into the room.
“Who are you?” Jack was now a little frightened, but he kept his cool.
“That’s more like it,” he said as he chuckled to himself, “what can I say? My name is Niran. I grew up in a poor neighborhood… if you could call it a neighborhood, as did my father and his father… “Stop!” Jack exclaimed, getting more and more impatient as his curiosity increased, “What am I doing here?”
The man gave him a look, like the question was obvious, “Well I couldn’t let you die in the gutter, could I?”
Jack shook his head, and started to become enraged, like the man was avoiding the questions that needed to be answered. “I wouldn’t have died.”
Now the man was a little curious, “Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?”
“I’m a doctor,” he exclaimed.
The man smirked as if what Jack said had no meaning to him, “It doesn’t matter what you are. You messed with the wrong people.”
“No, they messed with me,” Jack said outraged.
“If I hadn’t… you’d be… and they would have,” he stopped to think, “we’d both be dead,” he said quietly.
“What?” the man nodded his head, “What are you…”
“Look, I know you’re not from here, but you have no idea what these people are capable of,” he said barely speaking to Jack at all.
“I… I don’t care who they are or what they do… just tell me how do get out of here, how to get to the airport from here.”
“To bad it won’t do you any good,” he exclaimed as Jack’s emotion completely changed, he tilted his head when he saw Jack’s expression, “they took your passport, your I.D., everything.” Jack had a thousand images passing threw his mind at once, he was lost and confused. “I have a way for you to get it back.”
Jack looked at him with every glimmer of hope possible, “How?”
“You beat them,” he said as he got up.
“Beat them?” he said surprised, “did you see those guys, they were…”
The man shook his head, “Not that kind of beat,” he said as he chucked an object at him.
Jack looked at it as the man finished; his eyes sank into the object. “You play cards,” he said staring at Jack…
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Sept 28, 2006 16:00:55 GMT -5
Post by ana on Sept 28, 2006 16:00:55 GMT -5
What Jack needs is a pretty little nurse to tend to those injuries... but no....he's getting lured into a deadly card game instead.... ...and I was already with the outfit....oh well.....
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