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Post by Severin on Oct 1, 2006 10:18:55 GMT -5
One of my fave actors. Mr Bean is one of his least good works (so you know what else he's done is good) and if you want one of the funniest, most incredible series starring Rowan Atkinson.....buy Blackadder. All four seasons, six episodes each. Incredible. One of the funniest things ever.
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Post by ana on Oct 1, 2006 11:17:39 GMT -5
This was the best flashback you've done so far. And not just because of the gratuitous shirt ripping incident (though that was much appreciated ). Want to see some more Rowan Atkinson, he's a legend. I wonder if this is the same looney bin that Hurley and Libby were at....?
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Post by Severin on Oct 1, 2006 13:52:22 GMT -5
Severin could hear shouting. He could always hear shouting, just before this time.
He was currently strapped down in his bed, blanketed in darkness. The only light came from the moonlight that creeped between the bars on his window.
The shouting in question came from Kirby. He just couldn't help it, they would have to restrain him and inject with some kind of drug. And then he would calm. Severin waited for a few more moments, closing his eyes. And then the shouting stopped. Right on time. He re-opened his eyes, tilting his head up-wards slightly to look at the door. Then he laid his head back once again.
He'd been making progress with Leonora. He'd been talking more, about the war, about his home life, his town, everything. Sometimes they talked about serious problems he'd had. Other times they talked light-heartedly about jokes they'd heard, movies they'd seen (or, more accurately, movies Severin wished he could see but weren't allowed inside) and Severin could tell even Leonora was opening up. Maybe it was trick, some mind game to get him to talk to her, but...he sensed it wasn't. She had begun to talk to him, really talk to him.
It was nice. Just being able to talk, something he hadn't done in a long time. They both had an affect on each other. In fact, he couldn't remember opening up to anyone else as much as he'd opened up to his Leonora.
His Leonora. That's what Kirby had begun saying, and a rumor that he was sleeping with her was spreading. She was refereed to as, 'Sev's Leonora' and he was referred to as, 'Leonora's soldier'.
Another noise. He ignored it.
But he didn't see Leonora that way, at least he didn't think he did. They'd become closer. He now considered her a real friend. He was even beginning to have hope that he'd get out of this place. And that thought scared him to death.
More noises. Louder, now. He couldn't ignore them, and they sounded so...familar. Then he remembered. The tromp-tromp of boots against the sickly white, cold floor, coming, coming, coming. And then they became louder, so loud that he couldn't hear anything else. He started to struggle in his bed, biting and groaning at his restraints, and then suddenly, the tromp of boots stopped.
He was calm for a moment, breathing heavily as he stared at his door. A few moments passed, during which he could hear the thump thump of his own heart, feeling the organ pounding inside his chest like jackhammer.
Suddenly, he door was callously ripped off the hinges, and a squad of heavily camouflaged troops piled into the room, ominously silent, each one holding guns, gas masks strapped to their face. He could see himself reflected in their cold, dark visors.
They surrounded him as he tried to escape, and he began to yell, screaming for help. Trapped, surrounded by moving shadows, unable to lift a finger to defend himself. "Leonora! Kirby!"
Oh, what the fuck am I yelling for Kirby for?
"Leonora!" he screamed, and then one of the soldiers ripped their gas mask, and he saw dead, dark eyes staring at him. The mouth opened, showing a sharkish grin. And that's when Percy Severin Darling lifted the weapon, and fired several times into the chest of his real life counterpart.
His eyes were wide open, and had been during the dream as he woke to find several orderlies doing their best to restrain him. He'd ripped through two belts, and Dr Stewart was there. "Hold him down! Hold him down!" he barked, and as much as he wanted to, he could not stop screaming.
And then he saw that angel face. Except angels weren't as beautiful as the red-headed goddess was. Leonora thrust a needle into his arm, murmuring calming words into his ear as the drugs took their effect.
The orderlies released him, but she stayed by him as he was slowly sedated, his head relaxing against the pillow. She leant down, and gently kissed his cheek, stroking his hair slightly as his eyes began to close.
He appeared to be falling asleep. But he was still waging a war inside.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Oct 1, 2006 14:55:48 GMT -5
Name: Kelvin Joe Inman Age: 48 Occupation: A CIA spook. Appearance:Nationality: American. Skills: A big guy, tough, strong, and expertly trained. Exceptionally intelligent, manipulative, an excellent liar, can speak Arabic and other languages. Weaknesses/bad habits: He can be callous, confrontational, uses people. Frequent moods/expressions: Imposing, professional, and bitterly humorous. Jaded by past experiences, he looks to the future with a hopeless pessimism.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Oct 1, 2006 15:08:23 GMT -5
Name: Dougie Age: 40 Occupation: An orderly. Appearance:Nationality: British. Skills: In his own words, he's one strong motherfucker. He's smart, and cunning. Weaknesses/bad habits: He used to be a prison guard, and seems to have kept his old, sadistic habits. Frequent moods/expressions: Hateful, sadistic, your grade-A psycho. More unhinged then half the of those he, 'looks after'.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Oct 1, 2006 15:19:29 GMT -5
Name: Patrick Caseon Age: 52 Occupation: Oh, I do plenty of things, plenty of things, plenty...of...things. I used to be a soldier. Isn't that nice? King and country. Brilliant job, brilliant....now I sell drugs. That's right. Drug dealer. I also indulge in some unsavoury...appietities. Appearance: Nationality: British, British, British. British. From Great Britain. The opposite of American. Skills: Military training, intelligent, quick-thinking, daring... Weaknesses/bad habits: A little unhinged, uncaring, and he can be....too daring for his own good. Frequent moods/expressions: Energetic, with a quick smile, but in a second he can turn cold, ruthless and without mercy.
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Post by Severin on Oct 2, 2006 14:59:06 GMT -5
It was late at night, just half an hour before lights out, and many were already in their bed. Severin wasn't.
The canteen was cold, abandoned and shrouded in darkness. If someone had walked in, he would have blended in perfectly to the shadows, as the only part of him moving was his hand as it flicked through the pages of Leonora's report.
He'd stolen it. His curiosity had gotten the better of him, and the fourth time he and Leonora had sex, he'd taken it right afterwards as they'd gotten dressed with their backs to each other.
He wasn't sure how he felt about her. He didn't know if he loved her, if she was simply a friend, a crush, or whether they both simply wanted some sort of....connection.
No one knew, and it would stay that way as far as they were concerned. No one else's business.
But he was curious. Desperately curious. Curious as to how she viewed him, what her opinions were. If he could find some passing reference to her feelings, anything at all....it would be worth the guilt he felt at stealing from her.
But there was nothing so far, absolutely nothing. Just what he'd expected. Notes on his dreams, changing appointment times, theories, and a bunch of jargon he didn't even try to understand.
He ran his fingers through his hair, growing impatient. What, was he just some patient? An interesting patient and nothing else?
He sighed deeply, growing more and more frustrated.
"Someone's been bad."
The gravelly, cold voice sent a chill down his spine, and he leapt out of his chair, reaching for the report, but a baton was placed gently on his hand to stop him reaching for it.
"Hey there, Sev."
He gave a resentful sigh. "Dougie. I just....I just found this-"
Suddenly, the baton was slammed into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He clutched as his stomach, and Dougie bought the baton down again on his back.
"You didn't find this, you stole it." replied Dougie simply, slamming the baton down onto him again, and this time Severin fell on his stomach, feeling the icy, filthy floor against his skin.
Severin had never been sure why Dougie didn't like him. Sometimes he fought him off, sometimes not. But Severin, while cautious, was never afraid of him. He was never scared. Not like the others. Maybe that was why Dougie detested him so much. He couldn't get a scare out of him.
He was smart, though, Dougie was. He chose the right times to beat on his prey, circumstances where Severin could be blamed. Blame it on his condition, on his sleepwalking.
"Tell me, Percy. How are you? You OK?" he asked, leaning down.
Severin looked up at him defiantly. "I'm....peachy."
The doors of the canteen swung open, and they both looked to see the newcomer. Two orderlies, and in front of them strode Leonora, her beautiful red hair flowing behind her. "My God!" she crouched down to Severin's level. "What did you do to him?"
"He did it to himself. I tried to stop him." replied Dougie, lying fluently.
Severin couldn't really hear the arguments Dougie was having with the other two orderlies. He was just looking at Leonora. He gave a slight smile. "I stole your report. I wanted to see what you thought about me." he said, smiling wider. "Sorry."
She rolled her eyes, helping him back up. "Next time...ask."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 3, 2006 5:02:15 GMT -5
Two more really good flashbacks. I'm really liking Sev.
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Post by Severin on Oct 6, 2006 15:57:56 GMT -5
Severin was drawing again. Leonora this time. Things had been...problematic.
She was upset at him, and as a result, he was upset right back. They'd stopped talking since he'd stolen her report, which she viewed as confidential and a major invasion of her privacy. He felt like he'd betrayed her, and as a result he was having trouble sleeping at all, he wasn't eating as much as he should be, and he felt sick and guilty inside. He only managed to crack a smile at Kirby's suggestions on how to win her back.
Severin had been waiting for things to get back to normal for a while, but realized that sooner or later, he'd have to get assertive.
Someone sat down across from him, and he quickly crumpled the paper away. "Hurts, I suppose..."
Mr Stewart. Filthy old blazers with a crippling odor, and greasy dark hair. He leaned back and adopted a tone of mocking submission that Stewart always seemed to miss. "Good morning, Mr Stewart."
"Good morning, Darling." he said, adjusting himself in his seat. "Y'know, I had no idea about all this business, only really found out when everyone heard you two shouting at each other. To be honest, I would've put a stop to it."
Severin couldn't help himself, and laughed out loud at the idea that he could do anything even remotely competent. Mr Stewart looked at him blankly, then looked around him for the source of amusement. After a moment, he gave up, and went back to Severin.
"The point is, you don't want to be in here forever. If anything, she's more imprisoned here then you are. No point in pursuing it, ay?"
He slowly took out the paper again. "Well....I....kind of love her. So I'm going to stay at it, and keep going, thank you."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
He sighed, and leaned back. "Well, I tried. Sorry, this is going to be more difficult. Douglas has been saying....things about you. You've been hurting yourself, this recent incident where you almost broke out of your bed....it was your worst case yet. And now this relationship with Leonora is distracting you, and quite frankly, is unhealthy. I'm having you moved to a higher security hospital."
He blinked, his smile disappearing. "W-what? What do you mean?"
Mr Stewart began talking again, but Severin tuned out with ease.
This was....brutal. He felt his heart sink like a stone, his gut tightened with stress, and his hands began to shake and shiver. The picture was only half done. He suddenly interrupted Stewart. "I can still see her, right? I can see her?" he asked very quickly, his words meshing together as he stuttered. The stress, panic and sadness was overwhelming.
"No." answered Stewart, with a hint of sympathy in his voice. "It's not healthy."
"Not healthy...." repeated Severin, barely able to comprehend any real reason, just wondering who in their right mind would ever take him away from his Leonora. "Please, please, please. Don't take her away, let me stay here. Let me stay."
"I'm sorry, Darling. I've already put in a request, and it's been accepted."
"You can't do this, please, Stewart, you can't."
"Mister Stewart." he corrected sternly.
"Who, who cares?" replied Severin, raising his voice considerably. "Seriously, Stu, no one gives a flying fuck, now don't make me go!"
"There no need to swear, now." said Stewart, becoming slightly worried. He turned to motion to an orderly, and that's when Severin stood.
Any reason, any logic...it had melted, and all Severin felt was confusion, paranoia, and despair. "One person...just one person I care about any more and you're trying to take her away from me. How could you?"
Stewart looked at him helplessly, and stood as well. Severin suddenly reached across the table, seizing him by the collar. "How could you?" He was shouting now, flecks of spittle hitting Stewart's face, which had become red, sweaty and fearful.
He was sick with worry, feeling like something dark, and slimy and unwanted had creeped into him. Taking Leonora out of his life. Then they'd be no one left, just a high security hospital, more nightmares, more trouble and no one he could talk to. No one. And in the short time he'd known her...he had become dependent on being able to talk to her.
He suddenly felt a swift pain in his gut, and realized an orderly had smashed a baton directly into his stomach. Wind escaped him, leaving him breathless and pained. He let go of Stewart, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see Dougie approaching. He braced himself.
With staggering force, Dougie swung his own baton, this time striking Severin's knee. There was a sharp, ripping pain and he could hear the dry splinter of bone bending back-wards, and he fell.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 6, 2006 16:53:00 GMT -5
Aw, poor Sevy! *huggles*
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Post by Ethan Rom on Oct 6, 2006 17:15:52 GMT -5
Glad you're enjoying the flashbacks. Well...I'm going to take wanting to hug my character as a good thing. Emotional response, yay!
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Post by Severin on Oct 7, 2006 9:25:29 GMT -5
RELATIONSHIP TO OTHER PEOPLE ON ISLAND
ANA-LUCIA - Tried to hold onto her when the plane broke apart, but failed. He later made up by saving her life in the ocean. Both helped clear the bodies, and chatted briefly.
SARAH JESSICA APPLETON - Comforted her on the plane, and has helped her several times on the island.
JINX - Helped stitch her up, twice, and she's more or less an aquaintance.
KRYSTAL - Told her to shut up.
CLAIRE - She alerted him to Sarah's condition.
NATALIE - She alerted him to Sarah's condition.
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Post by Severin on Oct 7, 2006 13:30:48 GMT -5
"Get up."
Severin's eyes opened, squinting at the bright light being shone in his direction. "What?"
"You heard me." replied Dougie, and his tone was different. He sounded angrier then usual, annoyed. Like he'd had a bad day. "We have a change of plans."
He began to unstrap Severin roughly from the bed, and he sat up. "What the hell is going on?"
"You're being re-leashed, that's what's going on. Right the hell now."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, convinced there was some kind of mistake. What the hell was going on? This couldn't be right.
Dougie threw him a neatly folded pile of clothes, just casual jeans and a shirt.
Not ten minutes later, he was dressed, and walking down the cold corridor, Dougie guiding him, making sure he wouldn't run or try for one last piece of revenge. "You're one lucky bastard. First you get hospitalized after I gave ya that knee job. Managed to put off getting sent to the maximum security place. Now, day before, you're getting relieved of your crazy duty, private."
Luck....it was that. His leg had healed completely, and he'd been visited by Leonora several times while in hospital. They'd reconciled, and both had tried to do what they could about his transfer. Nothing had come of it.
At the entrance, he could see a figure standing. As he got closer, he could clearly see Mr Stewart, with a dissatisfied expression on his face. "I'm not happy with what has been arranged, but...it's all out of my hands. There's a car waiting outside, from there on, someone else will tell you what to do."
"What about Leonora?" he asked instantly.
"I honestly don't know. After this, you'll be 'free' or whatnot, so...I suppose you'll be able to see her again. Congratulations, Mr Darling. Now, goodbye."
Severin gave a slight, respectful nod. "Goodbye, Mr Stewart."
He strode past him, heading towards the two double doors. Then, he looked back. "Can I come back? Can I....visit some of my friends? Like Mr Kirby?"
Mr Stewart gave an unprofessional shrug. "I suppose."
Severin turned to the exit again, and then he went back to Stewart. "What's your first name?"
Mr Stewart sighed, rolling his eyes. "Tom. Happy?"
Severin smiled a little. "Sorta. Well, bye."
Finally, he managed to get to those two big doors, and walked into the light chill of the winter night.
Darkness covered the grounds in a thick, black shroud, which Severin waded through until he saw the glisten of a streetlamp on a black car. He glanced around himself, and then cautiously walked up to the car. As he did, the window in the back seat wound down, revealing the old, grinning, strong face of Kelvin Joe Inman. In his deep, gravelly voice, he looked directly at Severin and said, "Hey there, Sev. Long time, no see."
As soon as he saw that face, heard that voice, he turned right around and began to walk as fast as he could back to-wards the hospital. Memories flashed through his mind, and he could remember back. See what had happened. He could smell the blood and sweat, mixed in the sand and dirt. It was all...so real.
He could hear the car door opening and slamming behind him, and long, striding footsteps. "Sev, wait up, man. I'm doing something good for you here, hell, I do owe ya one."
He stopped, and turned to face the old American. "You owe me one? I thought we agreed what that was. That you never see me again, and I never see you again. Wasn't that the agreement, now what the hell are you doing here? I've had lot going on, with the hospital, what happened, these dreams, and I just can't deal with it, I just can't..." he rubbed his forehead, feeling the stress and tension weighing on him as the memories came rushing back.
"Why not get back in the car, Sev? C'mon. I promise things'll get better from here on out."
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Post by Severin on Oct 7, 2006 14:19:24 GMT -5
Severin barely looked at Inman. He was barely able to. He simply stared out the window of the car.
"D'you like it in there? That place?" asked Inman as he lit up a cigar.
"Better then in here with you." he said, finding it difficult to breathe.
"I talked with that doctor, Leonora something. Beautiful girl."
"Y'know, if you're going to waste my time, I think I'm going to get back to what I do usually. I tie myself to the bed, then wait for a woman dressed as a nurse to come along and help me-" he reached for the door handle, when Inman put out his hand and stopped him.
"Just wait, Sev. Good news." he took out his wallet, and lifted out a thick wad of British notes. He began counting through the money. "Never say old Kelvin Joe Inman never gave you nothin'. I pulled some strings, got you outta that place. And I rented you out an apartment. I gotta a plane to catch, though, so I can't give you a ride. Here's your bus fare."
He handed the money to Severin, and kept talking as Severin held the cash up to the light inside the car, feeling it, checking to make sure it was real.
"For God's sake, it's legit, Sev. Anyway....I have more good news. Your pills are now on special prescription 'til you don't need them anymore. And I did something you'll really like...your little girlfriend. She'll visit ya, once a week to keep counseling ya." He gave him a wink.
Severin stared for a moment, and then he couldn't help himself. His face split into a smile. He couldn't have asked for better circumstances. "I'm not gonna say thank you, y'know."
Inman gave a bitter laugh. "I know, Sev. I know."
"How did you do all this?" he asked. "The DIA put all their efforts into my life-"
"I don't work for them anymore." replied Inman bluntly, in a tone that made it clear he didn't want to go further into it. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small key attached to a key-chain. The key-chain was a distinct, black and white plastic octagon. "The key to your new home, Sev. That's all."
Severin opened the door, stepping out, and looked up. The sun was just rising, turning the sky a beautiful mix of light red and deep purple.
"I gotta go, or I'll miss my flight. So long, Severin!" said Inman, grinning from ear to ear as he reached across. He gave Severin a final look before the door slammed shut. "See you in another life."
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Post by Gwen Havers on Oct 7, 2006 18:29:28 GMT -5
Inman hands him a Dharma keychain? Nice. And intriguing.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Oct 7, 2006 18:34:19 GMT -5
Well, he did go and join the Dharma Initiative. And guess where that plane he's gotta catch is headed to? Sooner or later, I'll post more about Sev and Inman in the war, I'm just relunctant because I want to be historically accurate and so on.
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Post by Bella on Oct 8, 2006 9:25:10 GMT -5
Nice Flashbacks, kept me reading
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 17, 2006 4:36:17 GMT -5
Yah, great job. I really like this guy and I want a Dharma keychain! How come Ethan and Sevy get one and I don't? Seriously though, that's some great writing. Fits in so well with the LOST verse.
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Post by ana on Oct 17, 2006 7:02:57 GMT -5
First it was the Firefly dogtags. Now it's the Dharma keychains..... Nice little set up you got going there Sev. I like it
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Post by Severin on Oct 17, 2006 10:20:28 GMT -5
Thank you very much, you lovely people. FLASHBACKHis hands gripped the rifle firmly, his hands shaking slightly. His face was filthy, unwashed, almost completely blackened. All had been silent for a good long while at the camp, apart from the noise of communication over the radio. His head leaned against the window of the jeep he was sitting in, while two others in the back played cards and others remained outside, some on patrol, some in their tents. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the flames. In the distance, far across the ocean of sand, the night was illuminated by towers of fire and smoke that stretched into the sky, buildings of flames. Towering infernos. FLASHBACK
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