Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
Interesting/Dangerousplg%%Willo, Mason, Walter, G, Maxine, Tom, Brooks%%
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Post by Willo on Nov 6, 2006 17:12:27 GMT -5
Name: Aaron Brooks Age: 35 Occupation back home: Clinical Psychologist Appearance: Nationality: Speaks without an accent. Residence: Sydney, Australia; New London, CT Skills: Willing to do just about anything, strong willed, able to size people up quickly, keen observer, physically fit and able to sustain long bouts on the island. Weaknesses/bad habits: Quick to anger, tends to use violence as a solution, has an inability to see his own flaws. Frequent moods/expressions: Quiet, but pondering Reason for flight: Returning to America from Sydney. Item from wreckage: A baseball
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Aaron Brooks
Freshly Marooned Monster Bait
Not one of them...plg%%Aaron Brooks%%
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Post by Aaron Brooks on Nov 13, 2006 15:51:21 GMT -5
FLASHBACK I CRAZY LOVE
Aaron Brooks and his wife, Rebecca were driving in a beat up Oldsmobile 88. Aaron is much younger now, perhaps 28 or so. Rebecca is preggers, with quite a visable hump sticking out of her stomach. They pull up to a quiet grocery store in the middle of a shopping mall and Aaron parks the car.
"What ice cream did you want again?"
"Chocolate Choclate chip," she said, with the hungry smile of a pregnet woman with a craving. "Haagen Daas"
"Alright, I've got to get some bread anyway," he said with a smile. "It'll only be a few minutes."
Aaron walked into the store. The storekeep, who's stood in checkout lane eight, the only one lit, smiled and waved to Aaron. The stores stereo system was playing a Van Morrison song in the background.
"Hey Brooks," the eledrly black man said. "The Misses have another craving?"
"Yeah," he said. "And if you saw my wife when she gets a craving, you'd be here too," he said with a smile. Aaron got his items relitively quickly and made his way to the checkout lane. As he did, a muffled scream was heard from the parking lot. Aaron dropped the items and ran outside. There, in the parking lot, laid Rebecca, barely breathing. Blood spilled on the ground and stained the white parking lines.
The storekeep came out of his store a looked in shock as Aaron picked up Rebecca's painridden body. Aaron looked up at him and shouted "Call an ambulence!"
Aaron looked down at his wife, as tears rolled down his cheeks.
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pearl
Having An Athma Attack
"I could use some therapy" plg%%Sarah & Aaron Parker%%
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Post by pearl on Nov 13, 2006 16:13:01 GMT -5
Awe that's hard stuff ... short but tough. Maybe he knows Libby or worked with her Intrigued to see more.
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Aaron Brooks
Freshly Marooned Monster Bait
Not one of them...plg%%Aaron Brooks%%
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Post by Aaron Brooks on Nov 13, 2006 16:25:49 GMT -5
Rebecca before she was pregnet. She's important, and will be in play more later. Yes, Aaron had a smoking hot wife.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 19, 2006 19:27:32 GMT -5
Oh man, you are so harsh to your characters, lol! Very well done and yet another cliff hanger. *sigh* Remind me to kick your ass about that some day.
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drewdeburg
Hiking to Higher Ground
plg%%Krystal Wilmington%%
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Post by drewdeburg on Dec 6, 2006 13:00:48 GMT -5
Oooooh.... wonder what happened to make her scream... You have me hooked! ;D
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Jack
Collecting Info for a Census
plg%%Jack, Boone, Ben Henry, Kyle, Neil, Goodwin, Pickett%%
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Post by Jack on Dec 9, 2006 22:33:30 GMT -5
nice, short, but interesting, I like it. And I know it took me a while to read it, but I am going to get caught up with the flashbacks now ;D
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Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
Interesting/Dangerousplg%%Willo, Mason, Walter, G, Maxine, Tom, Brooks%%
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Post by Willo on Apr 16, 2007 4:26:23 GMT -5
Aaron was sitting in the passenger seat of a car as a song played on the radio softly. A single tear rolled down his face as he lowered his head down. He glanced down and sighed, rubbing the tear from his cheek.
Monday Monday, can't trust that day, Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
"Alli, do you have to keep the radio on?"
"Sorry," the plain looking blonde women in a black dress said. "I spilt coffee on it the other day, and it won't do anything anymore. I can't even change it off this oldies station."
"It just seems rather inappropriate."
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
"Sorry, bro," she said, with a smile. "We're almost there anyway."
Oh Monday Monday, how could you leave and not take me.
Brooks sighed as he looked out the window at trees as the radio played and the car slowly came to a stop.
Every other day, every other day, Every other day of the week is fine, yeah But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes You can find me cryin' all of the time
With that, the engine stopped and the woman moved around the car to get the door for Aaron. She opened it and he got up. He is wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie. She puts her hand on his back as they begin to walk. The walk onto the bright green grass in their dress shoes as a light rain falls on them. In the distance a clap of thunder sounds. Aaron stopped and looked down at the open grave where they were lowering his wife's casket. A older man wearing a police uniform with the name 'Arpaio' on it walked over to Brooks slowly, and pulled him aside.
"We got a name," the man said softly with a sort of southern drawl. "I wouldn't be telling you this under normal circumstances, but we've hit sort of a dead end."
The man handed him a buisness card with a name written on the back side of it in green ink.
"We thought you might be able to give us some insight," he said. Brooks pocketed the card without looking at it.
"Today I'm going to bury my wife, Joe," Brooks said, neither anger nor compassion spilling from his lips. "And I'm not even going to psychoanalyze the lead investigator in my wife's death handing over the name of a suspect on the day of her funeral... you guys want him dead as much as I do, don't you?"
"No one wants him dead, Aaron," the officer said. "As I said, we hit a dead end."
Aaron shook his head and began to walk away.
"She worked with us for eight years, Aaron," he said. "If I didn't trust you, if I didn't think you could help... if I didn't think you were a good person, I wouldn't be giving you this."
Aaron turned around and walked back up to him, staring at him.
"I've seen all sorts of 'bad' people in my office over the years, Joe. You know what the difference between them and us is? Nothing. It only takes one event, one act of fate or free will to send someone into an unrecoverable cycle. People want me to rehabilitate them--to fix them. But most of the time, if you realize you need help, you're in too deep to be helped. No one is innocent, Joe. Not me. Not you. No one."
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Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
Interesting/Dangerousplg%%Willo, Mason, Walter, G, Maxine, Tom, Brooks%%
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Post by Willo on May 18, 2007 1:37:39 GMT -5
A man is sitting in an empty parkinglot. He is leaning against the wall, smoking a ciggerette. He flicks it away. In a nearby car, Brooks is sitting in the drivers seat, looking at a piece of paper. Sitting next to him is a file folder. Set out is a picture of the man smoking.
He turns off the engine and steps out of the car and looks at the man. He pulled out a pistol and walked over to the man, pointing it at the man.
"Hey, whoa, buddy, here's my wallet," the man said.
"I don't want your wallet, Sam," Brooks said, walking near the man.
"Doc? You... but..."
"You killed my wife. She was pregnant!" Brooks said, adjusting his grip on the gun and pointing it at the man's head.
"I wanted you to feel the pain I feel everyday, Aaron," he said. "You said you could help me."
"You didn't want to be helped," Brooks said. "You fought against me every session. You made no progress, and it became clear you were a danger to yourself and others...."
"If you're going to kill me, then just get it over with," the man said, looking at Brooks. "I've been waiting for this."
Brooks kept the gun pointed at him.
"I'm not going to kill you," he said. "You're under arrest."
"What?"
"I'll see to it that you're sent to Santa Rosa for a long time," he said. "And not the nice parts, either. So you can spend the rest of your days thinking about what you did."
"No... please..."
Suddenly, a shot rang out. Brooks blinked and looked at the man he was confronting as he fell to the ground, a single bullet through his head.
From the shadows Joe Arpaio emerged with a gun smoking.
"Joe?"
"We would have never gotten a conviction," Arpaio said. "But you said it yourself, he needed to pay."
"I, I didn't need this."
"You better get out of here," Arpaio said.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 18, 2007 1:53:26 GMT -5
Dude, I hope Aaron doesn't get the blame for it. And why'd Arpaio do that for him? Wonder if he's got something against Sam as well or if Joe thought he owed it to Aaron. Hmmm, very good stuff!
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