Jack
Collecting Info for a Census
plg%%Jack, Boone, Ben Henry, Kyle, Neil, Goodwin, Pickett%%
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Goodwin
Oct 17, 2006 15:04:49 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Oct 17, 2006 15:04:49 GMT -5
Name: Goodwin... and let's leave it at that Age: You tell me your's first Occupation back home: Guess it doesn't really matter now, does it? Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: Presently? Skills: Hunting, lighting fires, tracking, you name it I can do it Weaknesses/bad habits: I can sometimes do a very poor job at covering up my mistakes Frequent moods/expressions: I can be your best friend or your worst enemy
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Jack
Collecting Info for a Census
plg%%Jack, Boone, Ben Henry, Kyle, Neil, Goodwin, Pickett%%
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Goodwin
Oct 19, 2006 16:32:21 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Oct 19, 2006 16:32:21 GMT -5
***Flashback Day 2 Night***
Goodwin sat alone near the edge of the jungle. He stared out into the ocean so no one would be suspicious. He heard leaves and twigs crackling. He looked around to see if anyone was watching him. As soon as he had clearance he jumped to his feet and slowly walked into the jungle. He passed by trees and bushes and finally reached his destination, "What the hell do you guys think you're doing?"
"Ben told us to take care of the big guys, we're just finishing what we started..." Goodwin was face to face with 4 guys and 2 women.
"No, you got two of us killed," Goodwin whispered, "just back off until I finish the list alright?" There was a noise from the beach area. The seven of them were dead silent. Without speaking Goodwin pointed to a mango lying on the ground. One of the other guys picked it up and tossed it to him. Goodwin ripped out a piece of it and threw it to the ground.
Goodwin walked toward the beach trying to make as little sound as possible. He stumbled out of the jungle to find himself face to face with a gun. He dropped the mango, "Just me," he said with his arms in the air.
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Vivian Waters
Hunting Boar
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Goodwin
Oct 21, 2006 2:14:20 GMT -5
Post by Vivian Waters on Oct 21, 2006 2:14:20 GMT -5
Hmm intresting. :-)
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Goodwin
Oct 21, 2006 3:21:46 GMT -5
Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 21, 2006 3:21:46 GMT -5
Yah, very interesting! Too bad we didn't start the Tailies right away. It'd have been neat to see these scenes played out.
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Jack
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Goodwin
Nov 12, 2006 2:22:17 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Nov 12, 2006 2:22:17 GMT -5
***Flashback Day of the crash***
Goodwin found himself doing random things around the house, he always seemed to be a man with little to do. Of course it wasn't up to him to decide what he does. He adjusted a picture frame on his wall. The picture held some sort of significance to him, at least he liked to think so. He always stared at the painting with the same face, a face of dignity and strength. The painting was of two woman bent over with a baby in their hands, both with their eyes shut, as if they were bowing or praying. And in front of them was a king, with a sword through the middle of the baby.
He walked to the front door and left the house. It was once again a nice, crisp day. Utopias weren't Goodwin's thing, but he didn't mind it here. He watched as people walked around doing their business, most of them had gotten use to living here, but not Goodwin, it all felt so disquieting, not saying that every now and then he doesn't wake up feeling like he's at home, but that feeling is instantly taken away. He made his way over to a familiar friends house. Everything here was so green and alive, it was almost like pathetic fallacy, except it was the complete opposite to what Goodwin felt. Because of his age and skill, Goodwin was treated with much respect.
He knocked on the door and was delighted to see who opened it. "Goodwin," she said in delight, she rapped her hands around him, "What are you doing here? When did you get back?" she asked.
"Hey Julie," he said, Juliet and him weren't in a relationship or anything, they were just close friends, "Danny and I got back last night," he told her.
"Oh man your filthy," she told him. He laughed, he always enjoyed her company. Her house was very colorful and bright.
"So what have you been up to?" he asked.
"Oh the usual," she told him, "Making my world famous muffins," they both shared a laugh. He looked over to see the little dog house like structure with the front of it taken off. She caught him looking at it, "Yup he still hasn't fixed it."
He looked at her trying to make sure they were talking about the same thing, "I can't imagine how you can go eight days without using the washroom," he joked.
"Well Goodwin, there is a jungle at my disposal," she told him.
He smiled, "Remind me to follow you out there some time," he laughed.
She smiled. There was a pause before she spoke again, "So really, why'd ya stop by?" she asked.
"Just wanted to let you know I wont show up for your book-club meeting... Ben," he said giving her the reason.
She nodded, "Of course," he stepped down from her porch, "You should really be careful out there, you know how I worry about you and Danny," she told him.
"I know," he said, "I'll see ya later," he walked off to his house and stumbled inside. He pulled out some books and rearranged them, that's when it hit him. The sudden rumbling. At first he thought it was an earth quake, then he realized what it truly was, "Damn it Dezy," he said to himself. He closed his eyes as everything fell and shattered. He made the symbol of the cross on his chest, "The Lord is my Shepard I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteo..." he stopped there. The shaking had stopped. He threw open his door to take a look outside.
He looked up into the sky as a plane broke into three pieces, he watched the tail fall off into the distance, he seemed to be more interested in it then anything. Then he could hear Ben's voice, "Goodwin!"
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Goodwin
Nov 19, 2006 12:29:45 GMT -5
Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 19, 2006 12:29:45 GMT -5
Woohoo, that was great! I love reading more about the Others and what they'd been up to! ;D
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Jack
Collecting Info for a Census
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Goodwin
Jun 11, 2007 18:50:20 GMT -5
Post by Jack on Jun 11, 2007 18:50:20 GMT -5
“Who are you?”
Goodwin stood perfectly still, he was still in shock by the sudden ambush. He was simply make a delivery, and now he was at gun point. One false move and he would no longer be a ‘threat’ to anyone. He could feel the sweat rolling down his face.
“I asked, ‘who are you?’” The man reiterated.
Goodwin remained still. He looked around at the people surrounding him. “Please, I don’t want any trouble.”
“Look, you’ll be fine, we’re not going to do anything to you, just tell us who you are,” the man assured Goodwin.
“Why?” he asked more for his own curiosity and fear then to be stubborn.
“You’re one of them aren’t you?” the man asked.
“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Goodwin said, hoping his ignorance would allow him to avoid any mishaps. The man pointed the gun sternly at Goodwin. He motioned with the gun to Goodwin’s feet.
“What’s in the boxes?” the man asked.
Goodwin looked down at his feet noticing the three boxes he had dropped as he was jumped. “I don’t--”
“What!?” the man yelled, demanding an answer.
“I don’t know!” Goodwin retorted panicking. “They didn’t tell me.”
“They?” the man asked. There was a loud whistle causing Goodwin, and surprisingly everyone else to jump. Goodwin looked up seeing a man with long dark hair walking towards them.
“Leave him be,” he ordered the other man.
Goodwin observed this man clearly. He looked past Goodwin’s head, down the open fields. “Are you alone?” he asked calmly.
“Yes.” Goodwin replied simply.
“And your people…they don’t know you’re out here?” he asked.
“No, no I’m supposed to be on my way back,” Goodwin replied, the fear was evident in his voice.
“Look, I’m sorry for all this,” the man told Goodwin sincerely, “My friends and I, we’re a bit hasty on stopping any unfamiliar faces and interrogating them. You and the ‘others’” he said putting emphasis on the word ‘others’.
“The ‘others’?” Goodwin asked, trying to remain calm, “That’s what you people are calling us?”
A grim look appeared on the man’s face. It almost seemed as if Goodwin was trying to make it seem as if he were better then them. “Look, I don’t want any trouble, but you people have been bothering us ever since you showed up,” the man explained to Goodwin, “Now I want to make sure that you and any other members of your ‘tribe’ so to speak, remain unharmed…for the time being,” the man continued, “and I want to make sure nothing happens to any of you. I know we have made a few attacks, but those are just warnings.”
Goodwin’s hand began to shake, “I don’t want to hurt you, but to make sure that we, none of us hurt you, you need to tell us who you are, and what you are doing here,” the man informed Goodwin.
Goodwin began to tremble, “I can’t,” he replied.
The man looked down at his feet in shame, “Alright then, I’m sorry to do this,” he turned to one of the men behind him holding a riffle. “Shoot him…kill him if he does not answer my question in, oh…” the man looked at his watch, “10 seconds.”
“No please!” Goodwin begged. The man lifted the gun and pointed it at Goodwin’s head.
“Time starts now,” the man told Goodwin.
“I can’t!” Goodwin yelled in fear.
“7 seconds,” the man said counting down with the watch. The man holding the riffle loosened his shoulders getting ready for the shot. Goodwin remained silent quickly looking around at everyone for help, but they all just simply stared back at him. “5 seconds.”
“Please, you have no idea what they’ll do to me if I talk!” Goodwin pleaded.
“4…3…” the man continued counting down.
“I can’t!” Goodwin yelled panicking.
“2…”
“No!” Goodwin yelled in fear.
“One…” the man holding the riffled cocked a shell into the chamber.
Goodwin yelled, trying to avoid getting shot in the face, “My name's Goodwin, and I’m a member of the Dharma Initiative!!!”
***Flashback 21 years before the crash***
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