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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 16, 2006 21:03:20 GMT -5
Soooooo many questions! Did she really shoot herself or did someone set it up to look like a suicide? Or were they trying to set up Willo? And what did she whisper? You are SUCH a plot tease.
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Post by ana on Oct 17, 2006 7:28:09 GMT -5
Bloody hell. On her frickin' wedding day!?!
How come no-one heard the shot though....?
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Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
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Post by Willo on Oct 20, 2006 19:56:54 GMT -5
The song "Do You Realize?" by the Flaming Lips will play an imporant role coming up.
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Gwen Havers
Help Translate Rousseau's Maps
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Post by Gwen Havers on Oct 20, 2006 22:17:39 GMT -5
Will there also be people dressed in animal costumes? What? I associate the Flaming Lips with people in bunny costumes. But I do love that song.
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Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
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Post by Willo on Oct 21, 2006 5:49:21 GMT -5
I, uhm, am resisiting all the jokes I'm thinking of right now.
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pearl
Having An Athma Attack
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Post by pearl on Oct 21, 2006 10:13:44 GMT -5
Man what can I say that hasn't been said yet ... I really like how you switched around scenes in your last flashback and how you wove the music in ... it was very visual. I have to admit that for one second I thought he is gonna shoot her, drunk, because she just wouldn't see that he was the one for her. And now I feel sorry for that ...
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Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
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Post by Willo on Nov 6, 2006 14:54:22 GMT -5
Some images, since I finally got around to it: AMBER AL
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pearl
Having An Athma Attack
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Post by pearl on Nov 6, 2006 16:19:20 GMT -5
Both very hot. I can actually picture myself waking up on the shore seeing Al coming outta the water *sighing*
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Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
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Post by Willo on Apr 17, 2007 3:52:06 GMT -5
Tom, THE FLASHBACKS
20 years before the crash
A young Tom is in the backseat of a station wagon. The signal from the distant AM station crackled in and out as Tom, looking around the car, seeming unsure what was going around, smiled oddly.
You know love... better than a song... Love....(static)...all of us belong. So don't be shy...
With a click the radio turned off and his dad peeked over the back seat.
"We're going to have some fun today buddy," he said. Tom peeked out the window as the trees cleared. They were heading to a golf course.
"And one day, son, you're going to be one the best in the world."
18 years before the crash
Tom is sitting in the front seat of the car in a golf polo and carrying a child sized putter. Cars are wizzing by in the background, and horns are honking in the background.
"Is mommy okay?" Tom said, looking into the backseat.
His mom was laying down, her legs spread apart and breathing deeply. She was also in labor, something young Tom didn't quite understand.
"Mommy's fine. Mommy's just fine, son," his dad said, looking back at her. "She's just getting ready to have your little sister."
"Just drive!" she shouted, between gasps.
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Tom walked into a hospital room. He looked around slowly.
"Hey kiddo," his mother said with a smile. In her arms was his new sister. "This is your sister, Melissa, Thomas. Want to come here and say hello?"
The young child slowly walked up to the bed and climbed on a chair, standing on the hospital chair to take a look at his newborn sister.
"Hi," he said in an overly polite voice, as if he were trying desperately to make a good impression.
"This is your brother... Tommy," he said to the child, who's eyes fluttered open until they caught sight of Tom, where the locked on him and didn't blink. They connected on eyes. The little girl reached out for him and grabbed his outstretched hand, wrapping her hand around his pinky. Tom looked at his hand and back at his sister, who was still staring at him, unblinking.
His mom whispered the words "I love you" to Tom.
16 years before the crash....
The sound of moaning echoed through the house as Tom was watching over the now mobile and talking Melissa. She was playing with blocks, while Tom watched the television. Suddenly, a load moan echoed through the house. It was not a moan of pleasure--but one of pain. Not unlike that of the Marshal.
Tom walks over to Melissa, and takes her by the hand over to the couch.
"Lets play a game, Melissa."
"Okay bubba," she said with an oblivious smile.
He picked up a pillow from the couch and put it around the back of his sisters head, covering her ears.
"Can you hold it there?"
The little girl shook her head yes and he got up.
"OK. You're going to be Princess Leia. That's her hair."
The little girl smiled and kicked her feet in joy. She had never got to play a princess before.
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It is a couple days later. Tom is wearing an all black suit, and Melissa is in a nice dress. She didn't have a black dress, because she was a little girl, and seemed rather out of place in her purple and pink flowered dress. Adults were walking by the kids, seeming to ignore them, as were all the other kids. Melissa looked at Tom. She still didn't understand what was going on. Instinctively, however, she grabbed his hand, grabbing a hold of his pinky finger, wrapping her hand around it.
10 years before the crash
Tom, wearing a polo shirt and khakis walks up to a house in the suburbs. He rings a doorbell and waits patiently. A woman, looking thin and stressed and in her late 30's answered the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Jones," he said with a smile.
"Oh, hi Tom." she said.
"Is Teresa free?"
"She's not doing to well today Tom. But, since you're going out of town for the weekend, I'll see if she can come down."
After a few seconds a teenage girl, obviously wearing a wig, comes up to Tom and stands by the doorway.
"Hey," Tom said, with a smile.
"Hi Tom," the girl, obviously Teresa said, with a smile. She coughed a little bit.
"You didn't have to put on a wig for me."
"I like looking pretty for you," she said, looking sweet but weak in the eyes.
"And you do... if you have a wig on or not."
She smiled and took off the wig. She is bald--obviously undergoing kemo.
"I just wanted to say goodbye, since were going to be gone for a few days. Another golf trip."
"Okay."
He walked up and kissed her on the cheek gently.
"I'll call you as soon as I'm back in town."
"Okay," she said. "I love you, Tommy."
He looked at her and smiled, but his eyes look sad.
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"Alright champ," his dad said, walking in through the front door carrying a large trophy that read 'Casimir Pulaski Day Invitational-Champion. "First place! There were scouts from a bunch of colleges and... get this... Nike at that tournament. You're going places."
"It almost seemed to easy, like the other guys weren't trying."
"I'm going to go upstairs and put this in the room with the others."
Melissa walked in behind him and looked up at him.
"Way to go, bubba," she said.
"You're never gonna stop calling me that, are ya sweetie?"
"You're my bubba!"
"I'm going to call Teresa."
Tom went to the phone and picked it up, dialing a number quickly.
"Hi, is Teresa there?"
"What?" the voice of Teresa's mother said on the other line. "Tom, that's very distasteful of you!"
"Hello?"
He picked up the phone and dialed the number again.
"Mrs. Jones--wait--I don't understand..."
"Your father didn't tell you? Teresa died on Saturday, Tom. The funeral's tonight. I can't believe he..."
Tom dropped the phone and walked through the stairs. His dad walked down the stairs.
"Hey Tom, what do you say we go get some ice cream, hunh?"
"Yay! Ice cream!" Melissa shouted.
"How could you dad?" he said. "How could you?"
"You needed to focus on your game son... she was just going to distract you..."
"My girlfriend is dead, dad! You didn't think I'd find out."
"Go... do what you have to do... we don't have another tournament for another few weeks. We can take some time off practice..."
"Yeah, we can. Because I'm never playing golf again!"
Tom threw down the golf club and walked away.
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Tom was dressed in a black suit, again, holding some flowers and sitting in a pew alone at a church. He looked up follow a prayer and saw, from across the church a baby in his mothers arms. It eyes were fixed on his every move. A tear rolled down his cheek as he looked up as the Priest blessed Teresa's body.
Seven years before the crash....
Tom is on a couch, making out with a girl with long, curly brown hair. As she begins to kiss his neck, her watch begins to beep. She sits up, kissing his lips. A song beings to play (and continues throughout the flashback) as she gets up and walks out, saying "I love you" before she leaves. Tom heads to the fridge, grabs a beer and turns on a baseball game, featuring the Boston Red Sox.
These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be
A siren passes by in the background and Tom steps up, walking to the door. He looks out and sees a car wreck has happened down the street.
Some day youll return to Your valleys and your farms And youll no longer burn To be brothers in arms
"A drunk driver just t-boned that poor woman," a passerby says as Tom downs the rest of his beer, crying tears.
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Five years before the crash...
Tom is looking ragged haired by sober as he is sitting on a couch. All we can hear is a music as Tom is watching a woman with blonde hair speak to him and move her hands. Her face is indistenct.
Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire Ive watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms
Tom, who seemed distracted, starts to pay attention as, during the solo, a voice rings through.
"Tom! Did you hear me? This is Isaac. He's my son... you'll keep an eye on him, right?"
"Of couse," he said, looking at the child with a smile, remembering his own sister.
"Isaac, this is Tom Wilhoat. Say hello," the woman said.
"Hewwo, Tom Willo."
"It's Wilhoat son."
"Wiwwo! Wiwwo! Wiwwo!":
"You two have fun," the woman said and left as he looked at the child with a smile. He walked up to him and grabbed his hand, dragging him to come play with blocks.
Two days before the crash Willo is sitting at the same bar he ends up singing at a night later as Al walks in.
Theres so many different worlds So many differents suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones
"Hey Tom... ," Al said. "Listen, myself and the groomsmen are going out golfing, and, since there were five of us, we could a sixth. We thought we'd ask you."
"I don't play golf anymore, I hate that damn game"
No words are heard as Al orders a beer and sits next to Willo--and he thinks of the past he has had with Amber.
As the song fades, he sets down his beer.
"I haven't played in almost ten years," he said, looking at Al.
"You can be on my team--we're doing pairs. Besides, they have to let me win, right?"
"Yeah."
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Willo is at the golf course, still drinking beer as he sets it down and hits a ball with his driver.
"I thought you said you hated this game," Al said.
"Yeah, but not because I wasn't any good at it."
"Obviously," Al said. "You could give TIger a run for his money."
"I hate this damn game," he said, climbing into the golf cart and heading down the fairway.
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Willo is on the green. His cellphone rings. He steps aside.
"Hey Tom," a voice on the phone says.
"Hey, how are you..."
"Not so good... I just got back from the doctors..."
He lowers his head and listens as the song becomes prominent again. Willo tries to cover up the fact that he's crying to the other guys.
Now the suns gone to hell And the moons riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But its written in the starlight And every line on your palm Were fools to make war On our brothers in arms
"I'll be there on the first flight the morning after the wedding, I promise."
"Thanks, bubba."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 17, 2007 5:27:22 GMT -5
Oh man. I've said it a hundred times and I'll say it again; poor Willo! That dude has been through so much, losing all the women in his life. No wonder he seems so distant. I'm guessing he blames the deaths on himself like Hurley blames all the bad stuff on himself because of the numbers. Hell, after all that, I'd start wondering if it was me.
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