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Sept 28, 2006 16:02:54 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 28, 2006 16:02:54 GMT -5
lol that was fast
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Sept 28, 2006 16:07:10 GMT -5
Post by ana on Sept 28, 2006 16:07:10 GMT -5
I'm nimble like that
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Sept 28, 2006 16:18:17 GMT -5
Post by pearl on Sept 28, 2006 16:18:17 GMT -5
Whenever there is an opportunity Ana jumps at it. *lol* Right out of that little costume shop of hers. You want the adamant police chick press the 1. On the 2 you get the nurse showing off her reanimation equipment (aka coconuts). If you like it more obvious you get the filthy hooker on the 3 and the flight attendant who delivers everything but beverage on the 4. The list goes on and on ... But on that little flashback of yours Jack It's mysterious and great. This guy ... didn't know him ... but he gives me the creeps. You should just have called 911-ANGELS and Ana, Kate and I would have sincerely accepted to put you out of your misery with a few sidekicks and mean gadgets ... and tight leather pants of course! I'm sure Ana is gonna like that part
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Sept 28, 2006 16:24:29 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 28, 2006 16:24:29 GMT -5
Ah what ever, I'll post the other one, but read the first one and wait a while before reading this one Part 4.5 …4 days later “Look I can’t do this,” Jack was standing out near the bar. It was damp, and very humid. There were only a few cars going back and forth and they all came and went from the hotel across the street. “You have to do this Jack. These people are… they control people in my neighborhood, they run everything. You have no idea what they do to us. We barely keep any of the money that we get,” he kept talking, “you have no idea what some of us would do to see these guys humiliated.” “I’m sorry,” Jack said, “I can’t do this. I… I just want to get out of here,” Niran’s head dropped in grave disappointment, “Look I know what it cost you to help me, and let stay at your house, but…” Jack began to think of way he left in the first place, “I just want to go home,” Sarah was embedded in his mind, “and see…” His heart stopped, he watch the blood spray from Niran’s head, his jaw dropped open, his eyes lit up. He began to breathe heavily, his ears stung from the loud blast. He couldn’t bring himself to look. The body dropped to the knees and then fell over, it was motionless. He looked away from the body only to see the man who had stolen from him, holding a gun with his arm stretched out and smoke rising towards the air. His heart was racing, he watched a couple guys drag the body away. People across the street had only stared for a second before they all ran inside. The man pointed the gun at him, he shut his eyes as pictures flashed in his head. “How many times do you want me to tell you to look at me when I am talking to you,” he slowly opened his eyes. “What the hell did you do,” Jack mumbled to himself. “Huh?! What’d you say?!” The man approached him wit his gun still stuck out. Two men were following behind him. “Why the hell did you kill him!” Jack’s fear was gone and replaced with rage. “He owed me money… $150 000 of your American dollars. And I heard he was going to scam us with you,” Jack’s face expression became more enraged every time the man said a word. “You want your passport back?” The man nodded to one of the guys behind him as he chucked some papers at Jack. “There yeah go, and there’s a plane ticket in there so long as you don’t tell anyone what happened.” Jack gave him a look of confusion, “Get out of here.” As Jack started to walk away the man turned to talk to him, “And Jack!” His eyes flew open; his mouth was opened only a bit, there had been no possible way this guy knew his name. “Don’t come back.” They disappeared into the bar as sirens were racing down the street. Jack couldn’t move, he took no notice to the police car behind him, all he could do was stare at the bar. “ºÍÅàªÇÔ¤!” He took no notice, seeing as how he couldn’t understand it. “Get down on the ground!” The cop said slowly with mistakes. Jack dropped to his knees, not because the police told him to, but because he had given up, fate pushed him over the edge. “Ahhhhh!” he exclaimed as a policemen threw handcuffs on him. (This is not the last Part, more will be revealed about the guy who got killed in the next post Also the Thai symbols get a little messed up)
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Sept 28, 2006 16:39:54 GMT -5
Post by pearl on Sept 28, 2006 16:39:54 GMT -5
Damned there is a lot I didn't know about Jack and honestly, maybe I didn't want to. Kind fo hard stuff ... like a Frank Miller comic. And he thought of me ... how sweet I really wana know who that frekin' shot-in-the-head-guy was!
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Sept 28, 2006 16:55:01 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 28, 2006 16:55:01 GMT -5
o you'll see
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Sept 28, 2006 17:09:19 GMT -5
Post by Gwen Havers on Sept 28, 2006 17:09:19 GMT -5
Wha-huh?! They killed Niran--those bastards! Wow, Thai prison will not be pleasant. Poor Jack. And way to keep us in suspense, dude... Y'know, I was wondering where that outfit had got to. Ana, stop borrowing my things.
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Sept 28, 2006 17:21:29 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 28, 2006 17:21:29 GMT -5
And I looked into it before I posted, Niran is a Thai name that means Eternal, thought it would be kind of Ironic
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Sept 28, 2006 19:10:47 GMT -5
Post by ana on Sept 28, 2006 19:10:47 GMT -5
Whenever there is an opportunity Ana jumps at it. *lol* Right out of that little costume shop of hers. You want the adamant police chick press the 1. On the 2 you get the nurse showing off her reanimation equipment (aka coconuts). If you like it more obvious you get the filthy hooker on the 3 and the flight attendant who delivers everything but beverage on the 4. The list goes on and on ... But on that little flashback of yours Jack It's mysterious and great. This guy ... didn't know him ... but he gives me the creeps. You should just have called 911-ANGELS and Ana, Kate and I would have sincerely accepted to put you out of your misery with a few sidekicks and mean gadgets ... and tight leather pants of course! I'm sure Ana is gonna like that part Lmao You forgot the pocahontas outfit and the jungle jane one, and the hawaiian grass skirt and coconut bikini one.....and why, when someone thinks of tight leather pants, do they also think of me? Damn, busted...sorry Gwen, it was the only one I didn't already have... And I almost forgot why i'm even here....Jack the flashback king strikes again ;D
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Sept 30, 2006 4:50:00 GMT -5
Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 30, 2006 4:50:00 GMT -5
Wow, I was behind on so many flashbacks! Love how you played out the Phuket scenes. And those people running the town need to be taken down!
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Sept 30, 2006 19:13:57 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Sept 30, 2006 19:13:57 GMT -5
This is just to give you an idea about who some of these guys are and what they look like. Name: Mark Silverman Age: Late Twenties Occupation: ? Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: L.A. California Skills: Can easily manipulate people, good guy to have around when it comes to logic. Weaknesses/bad habits: Very poor when it comes to optimism. Not exactly the strongest guy around. Really bad with hands on stuff. Frequent moods/expressions: Often cocky, but usually a friendly guy. Phuket Crew Name: Kiran Age: Deceased Occupation: TBA Appearance: Nationality: TBA Residence: Deceased Skills: ? Weaknesses/Bad Habits: ? Frequent Moods/Expressions: ? Name: TBA Age: Late 60s' Occupation: TBA (Thought to be mob boss) Appearance: (go here www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0120008/Ss/0120008/1-12.jpg?path=pgallery&path_key=Tsang,%20Kenneth) Nationality: Thai Residence: Phuket, Thailand Skills: ? Weaknesses/Bad Habits: ? Frequent Moods/Expressions: ? Name: Klahan Age: Late 40s' Occupation: Police Officer Appearance: Nationality: Thai Residence: Phuket, Thailand Skills: A very good interrogate, can track almost anyone anywhere, can get information on anyone Weaknesses/Bad Habits: Usually makes the wrong choices, often makes mistakes Frequent Moods/Expression: Hard ass 24/7
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Oct 7, 2006 18:16:42 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Oct 7, 2006 18:16:42 GMT -5
The last Phuket flashback will be posted in less then an hour and will have at least 2 connections to people on the island.
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Oct 7, 2006 18:47:37 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Oct 7, 2006 18:47:37 GMT -5
***Flashback 7 months before the crash*** Part 5 It was a long, thin hall made of complete concrete, there was a leaky pipe following all the way down the hall, and then turning off into a locked room. All the way at the end of the hall was another door that was wide open. There a sound, a loud, a static sound, probably from a TV. Jack passed threw the open door followed by two police officers. His wrists were killing him; the cuffs were tight and extremely hot. He had scares all over his face, and a swollen cheek. He had trouble opening his right eye. One of the officers pulled out a chair near a desk. The sound was cut off as a man turned off the TV hanging from the ceiling. Jack sat in the seat and the man nodded. The other officer took off his handcuffs; Jack flinched as he did it. Once the officer was clear he sighed and rubbed his wrist while clenching his teeth together. “You can wait outside,” the man at the desk said. He watched the officers walk out the door then focused his attention on Jack. There was a folder in front of him with a picture of what looked to Kiran; Jack tilted his head to get a better view. There was also a code beside his name that read, HD238. “Hello mister…” he read a piece of paper in front of him, “Shephard.” “What do you want from me?” He asked quietly with his head down. “I know the past few days have been tough for you, but we’re willing to let you go, all you have to do is cooperate… Okay?” Jack sighed and nodded his head, “Good, first off, my names is detective Klahan, lucky for you I speak English.” “Who is he?” Jack demanded. “I’m sorry?” The man was obviously confused. “Who is he?” Jack asked again pointing at the picture. “Oh, him,” he said staring at the folder, “Guess you don’t have much patients huh? Well his name is Ryan Meyer, he was born in Illinois and moved to Tennessee when he was 16…” Jack interrupted him. “Look I don’t care about any of that, I just want to know who he is.” “Well if you’d shut up, I’d tell you,” the man said standing up and taking the papers with him, “He became a con man. You know what that is don’t you Jack?” “Yeah I know what a con man is,” he said impatiently. “Well he seemed to have teamed up with a man who calls himself Sawyer, they seemed to have conned people out of a total of 359 thousand dollars between 1994 and 1998. But after that the man named Sawyer retired and Ryan moved here and conned local people. Only he conned the wrong person,” he slipped Jack a sheet with a picture of the man who robbed him, “His name is Kiran Park, he is no more then a mob leader in the small parts of Phuket. Ryan stole twenty nine thousands dollars from him and then he was forced to pay it back, but unfortunately for Ryan he lost all his money gambling. Which is where you cam along,” Jack sat up as his eyes opened wide, “You were to win the money for him so he could pay them back.” Jack shook his head confused, “So what do you need me for?” “We need you to confirm that Kiran is the man who shot Ryan,” he said reffereing to the picture. “Yeah, yeah that’s him,” Jack said examining the photo. “Well then you are free to go.” - A few hours later at an airport just outside Phuket – Jack was walking along the smooth floor staring at his ticket, he was to land in LA around 23 hours from take off. He was exhausted, what a great idea for a vacation, he thought to himself. He rubbed his eyes; he was carrying his bag over his shoulder. He hadn’t really been paying attention. There were people running and yelling all over the place. He walked right into a woman’s luggage. He suddenly snapped out of it and regained composure. The bag had flipped over and she dropped the things that she was carrying. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said trying to pick it up. “Oh no its okay, I’m used to bad luck,” the woman said slipping over her luggage. Jack laughed and handed her, her things, “Sorry about that.” She examined his face which was completely bruised and swollen, “Wow, what happened to you?” “Bad week I guess,” he said trying to lighten the situation. “You look like you had a hell of a week,” he joked staring at his face. Jack laughed and nodded, “So where you headed?” she asked trying to change the subject. “LA,” he answered quickly, fixing the strap on his bag. “Oh yeah? Yeah I got family up there.” “Small world,” the woman nodded contently, “So where you headed?” “All over the place… if you couldn’t tell from my uniform, I’m a flight attendant,” Jack looked at her uniform, he had completely missed that detail, but it wasn’t his fault, he had a lot on his mind. “Well, I’d better get going…” “Jack,” he stated assuming that was what she was waiting for. “Jack? I’m Gwen, I’ll see yeah around alright,” she began walking away and then turned back to look at him, “And Jack,” he looked right back at her, “you should try letting go of some things,” he had a look of confusion, not really sure what he was suppose to interoperate from that, “It helps.” She began walking away and disappeared into the crowd. He kept walking and then stopped in his tracks, he pulled out a picture of Sarah he had in his pocket, it was crumpled a little, he stared at it for a few seconds. There was a voice over an intercom, “Flight from Phuket to LA in gate 15 is now leaving,” Jack stared at the picture one last time and then let go of it with his hand over a trash can. He had finally moved on. ***and now its over, hope you enjoyed it , I know i did***
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Oct 7, 2006 19:00:54 GMT -5
Post by Gwen Havers on Oct 7, 2006 19:00:54 GMT -5
Gosh, I do get around, don't I? Oh, wait, that came out wrong... Very nicely done, sir.
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Oct 7, 2006 19:12:20 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Oct 7, 2006 19:12:20 GMT -5
lol, thanks a lot
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Oct 7, 2006 19:26:03 GMT -5
Post by pearl on Oct 7, 2006 19:26:03 GMT -5
I liked it Skippy ... I still like it a lot Even the end. It was a hard time for Jack and he got through it, maybe it proved to him that he could do without others help. He didn't need his dad, didn't need Sarah and I'm actually glad to see that he made his way. You did a great job
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Oct 7, 2006 19:28:00 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Oct 7, 2006 19:28:00 GMT -5
Man, thanks a lot you guys, I love the feedback
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Oct 7, 2006 19:31:46 GMT -5
Post by pearl on Oct 7, 2006 19:31:46 GMT -5
Well you even did get a karma point for that For throwing back a picture of Sarah 1.00 Have you heard of the improved version Sarah 1.01 though?
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Oct 7, 2006 19:35:18 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Oct 7, 2006 19:35:18 GMT -5
lol, yeah, but he'd love to see it
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Oct 13, 2006 22:34:18 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Oct 13, 2006 22:34:18 GMT -5
***Flashback 16 months before the crash***
The moon was shining a cold and faint light down the woods in the mountains north of LA. Just a few dozen miles inwards. The night was cloudy and so lunar’s visits were just occasional. Somewhere in the middle of this calm and dark forest there was a little camp fir glowing on a clearing between some pine trees. Right in front of a big tent. A guy was unpacking a big backpack and carrying the stuff in the tent, also making the beds as his girlfriend told him. It was their first trip out of the city, just over the long weekend.
He took random stuff that he thought was needed. Most of the bag was packed with useless stuff, but he’d take it out anyway. He pulled out a bottle of water and just sat at the edge of the tent as he rested. “so you use to do this a lot huh?” Can’t see what you see in it,” he said joking around. He went back to unpack stuff. A couple of things stumbled out, and berried underneath everything was a small object. HE grabbed it and slipped it back into the bag again.
Sarah came in the tent smiling after she had put down a pile of logs outside near the fire. She was sitting down on her knees right in front of Jack. “Well, first of all if you would have let me pack you stuff, it wouldn’t be such a chaos in there.” They both looked at the fallen backpack with random stuff lying everywhere, like Jack’s sleeping bag for example. Sarah looked back at her boyfriend and softly touching hi cheek with the short beard. “I guess you wont take it well if I tell you we have to look for boar or other mammals if we want to have dinner tonight.”
He looked at her with a serious face, but a sarcastic serious face, "Oh great," he said, "see this is where I come in handy." He smiled at her. He took her hand and held it at his side.
Sarah laughed loudly. "He looked through my plan of being together with him!" Still smiling she just came close enough to his face to kiss him twice. Short, but meaningful.
As he kissed her he began to smile, it was like nothing in the world mattered to him in that moment... there was a long pause of them just looking at each other, he slipped his hand in behind her hair, with the palm touching the ear. His smile grew even bigger; his eyes gazed at her, not even blinking. He kissed her again and then brought his hand down. There were no words needed.
Sarah still needed to say something. "I love you ... Jack Shephard. I'm so damned sure!" She bit on her lower lip and looked down at his inviting mouth. Jack began to speak, pretty much adding to what Sarah said, "I love you Sarah... So much," he was almost swept away in the moment, but Jack was the kind of person who always kept himself in control, but he had a challenge this time. Sarah was just about to ad something ... not only verbally. But than a scary noise from outside the tent did Jack made listen. Jack jumped a little, he paused, but only for a second... well five seconds to be exact, then he sighed, "What timing," he said, trying to ease the situation. "Wait here I'll check it out, okay?"
Sarah laughed again." You are the hero." She let him go even she knew that it was just an owl. But she liked him being protective about her, she liked it a lot.
He opened the tent and right away he saw it, the big bird sitting in the shadow of darkness, he dropped his head, there wasn't much he could do, maybe throw a rock at it or something, but it seemed he wouldn't have to as it took off. "Well there goes our monster," he joked as he came back into the tent.
Sarah looked surprised as he came back in so fast. She just made herself comfortable by sticking her legs in a sleeping bag." Well you did a great job out there soldier!" she said like a proud drill sergeant.
Jack laughed, "Want something to eat?" he asked as he pulled his bag close to him.
"What happened to the idea of hunting bore and performing a surgery on it? But I think I will be fine for the moment. I'd rather have something more of you there.")
Jack went threw his bag trying to look for the food he brought, "Alright then, your loss," he noticed a small black box flip over onto the top of his hand. He played with it while it was still in the bag, he smiled and laughed to himself.
"Come back here!" she demanded smiling. He slipped it into his pocket and crawled over to Sarah, he stood over her on his hands and knees, he gave her a smile and then kissed her. He rolled over next to her; he thought about something and then turned over to face her, "What do you want, in the whole world, right now?" "That's in interesting question ..." She laid on her side facing him too. "... let me think!" Her view wandered through the tent and then back to Jack's face. "I guess I can't come up with something. I have everything right her! You?"
Jack stared off with a small smile on his face, "Just you," he said looking back at her. He began to wonder if things would have been different if he hadn't save her, if you would have been in a wheelchair, he was never good at being thankful for his blessing, he preferred to question it. But he was thankful.
Sarah was happy, Jack could see it on her face. She leant over and kissed him again. As Jack could see a small black spider was crawling up Sarah's shoulder ... she didn't see it yet
"Uh... hun," he said, "as much as I like this, I'm gunna have to ask you to stay till," he tried to follow the spiders movement. Great now nature was making him stall. He flicked it and it went soaring threw the air, right out of the tent, Jack found it amusing. "Sorry," he said trying to excuse the interruption.
Sarah stood still. "Is it a spider?" She just saw it flying out the tent but that was enough arachnoids to make her twitch. A light scream of disgust left her throat. She was sighing deeply and getting back to normal in a few seconds. "So much about me and wildlife!"
Jack changed his face expression, his time had come. "Sarah... there's something I've put off all night and... and I want to go threw with it," she seem to look confused, without her answering he began talking again, "Not a whole lot of room in here to do this, but I'll give it a shot." He knelt down on one knee, Sarah seemed to be processing it. "Sarah I... I love you, I love... I... Since the day I saw you, since the day..." he tried to go threw his past without pushing out a tear, "Since I promised you something I couldn't keep, since I promised you something that... happened, I..." he took a deep breath, "I knew I loved you, and that I would always love you," he took one last breath, he took out the box and opened it, and finally said it, "Sarah Parker... will you marry me?"
Sarah was close to tears ... in fact there was a tear running down her cheek. But it was a tear of joy, she was smiling. "Oh man ... so much! I want it so much!" She came closer to hug him quite fast and powerful. "When you asked me what in the world I could wish for I was close to ask you to swear that we will be together forever."
Jack laughed under his breath trying to hold back the tears, he nodded, "Next best thing," he hugged her. "Thank you," he whispered.
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