literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Sept 20, 2006 16:44:18 GMT -5
Grace had kept to herself for the most part, aside from her brief conversation with Gwen and the incident in the jungle. She noticed someone, also alone, and for some reason it bothered her to see him by himself. Why should any of them be alone, after such a traumatic event? Well, maybe he wanted the privacy, but Gracie had already made up her mind that she would talk to him. Absently touching the locket around her neck, she thought that Ruth would have done this same thing.
Limping over towards him, Grace sat down and touched his shoulder. Maybe he'd acknowledge her, maybe he wouldn't. All that mattered was that she had tried.
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
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Post by literaryfaery on Sept 29, 2006 16:46:07 GMT -5
Yet again, the deaf girl found herself alone, but it was yet again of her own choosing. She just liked being alone, especially after such emotionally scarring events. Grace was idly drawing shapes in the sand with her fingers when she had the most bizarre sensation. There was a roaring crash in her ears... in her ears? I'm on the beach. It's natural that I should be trying to remember what the ocean sounds like. Shaking her head to clear the remnants of the strange feeling from it, Grace returned her attention to her doodling. ***FLASHBACK*** abclost.proboards40.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=rpgbios&thread=1156300598&page=1
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
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Post by literaryfaery on Sept 2, 2006 13:16:56 GMT -5
Grace sat off by herself, absently worrying her lower lip between her teeth as she looked at the silver locket around her neck. It shone in the early-morning sunlight, and a sense of mild comfort filled her just by having it. The locket had always been synonymous with comfort in Grace's mind, and had been since she was eight years old... ***FLASHBACK*** abclost.proboards40.com/index.cgi?board=rpgbios&action=display&thread=1156300598
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Aug 30, 2006 12:59:10 GMT -5
Had it been minutes, hours, or days? Grace didn't know how long she had sat there, arms wrapped around her knees, but she knew that she couldn't stay there any longer. The sight of the wreckage, of the bodies, was too overwhelming. Rising to her feet, she gritted her teeth against the pain in her leg and hobbled away.
**Grace leaves for G4 -- Jungle Outskirts Near Fuselage**
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Aug 28, 2006 16:45:35 GMT -5
"Thanks," she signed gratefully. A quirky little smile crossed her lips, dimming at Gwen's question. "My aunt. She's dead." Her gaze strayed to where she had left the body, but no new tears fell. It seemed that, for the moment, Grace was all cried out.
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Aug 28, 2006 16:24:04 GMT -5
"Can't hurt worse than when I got the damn thing, can it? Clean away," Grace signed, clenching her teeth against the imminent sting of alcohol.
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Aug 28, 2006 16:11:50 GMT -5
"My name is Gwen. I'll do my best to take care of you. Do you mind if I take a look at your shoulder?"
"I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but given the circumstances... I'm Grace. And go right ahead." Grace removed her hooded sweatshirt, revealing a plain white tank top and a rather nasty cut on her shoulder.
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
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Post by literaryfaery on Aug 28, 2006 15:14:00 GMT -5
Their was a young woman, sobbing over an older woman. They were right by the engine. "MOVE! MOVE!" Molly screamed, as she sprinted over, "MOVE YOU IDIOT! SHE'S DEAD, THEIRS NOTHIN' YOU CAN DO! MOVE GODDAMN IT!"
Grace laid the body on the sand, pulling a silver necklace from around Ruth's broken neck and putting it around her own. She looked up at last and noticed someone sprinting towards her, apparently yelling. Speechreading wasn't her strong suit, but Grace figured out that the woman wanted her to move. She complied, half-limping, half-running away from the wreckage. When the explosions occured, she fell to her hands and knees.
She kneeled in front of her. "Are you alright?" she asked. The girl didn't seem to understand the question. Gwen mentally ran through any other languages she might be able to use. "Como esta Usted? Comment allez-vous? Wie geht es Ihnen? Um...uh...Come siete?"
The girl still looked at her with concern and confusion. Finally, she resorted to sign language, hoping that the gestures were more or less universal.
At first, Grace didn't understand what on earth the flight attendant wanted. Was she making sure Grace was all right? Duh, she was still moving and breathing. She put a hand to her head, preparing to flop over and hope to God that this was all just a nightmare, when the woman did something completely and totally unexpected. She SIGNED. "You know sign language?" Grace signed with shaking hands. Then, remembering the question, she added "My leg hurts, and my arm's bleeding, but I'm fine."
((ooc: sorry to backtrack, but I didn't want to ignore that post.))
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
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Post by literaryfaery on Aug 27, 2006 19:22:38 GMT -5
Only one had lived.
Of the two female relatives that had set out from Sydney, only one of them had survived the crash. The other knelt in the sand, clutching the poor, broken body and sobbing as though her heart would never be whole again. She ignored the blood flowing freely from a gash on her shoulder, paid no heed to the throbbing pain in her head and leg. It was nothing compared to the emotional pain she felt. The two women, one living and one dead, were in a world of their own.
Grace couldn't hear the chaos around her, but she wouldn't have noticed it anyway. She continued to rock back and forth as she clung to Ruth's body, the neck twisted at an impossible angle. Her one link to the hearing world, the only person who cared for her, was dead, and all she could think was that she wanted to be dead, too.
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
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Post by literaryfaery on Dec 29, 2007 23:12:46 GMT -5
***tralala, enter Grace from wherever I left her***
Sitting down inside her shelter, Grace was finally able to do as she'd wanted since the encounter in the jungle with Gwen's creepy admirer -- curl up on her makeshift bed and just have a moment to herself. God, was that so much to ask for? All the time, somebody wanted something or just to talk or happened to be in the area. She was still a teenage girl, for heaven's sake. Time to herself was practically a vital part of life.
Now that she was alone, she was able to think, too. On the beach she'd said that relationships and hook-ups would start popping up soon. Forty-odd survivors alone on a desert island? Yeah, there was all kinds of sexual tension. But to put it plain and simple, Grace wanted no part in it. She couldn't help but think of her last relationship, broken off only about a month ago. He'd been fifteen years her senior, a handsome FBI agent who saved her aunt's life. The words I love you had never been said, and she'd been the one to break it off, but... she couldn't help it, she was still hung up on him. It had been fun and exciting and anything but a healthy relationship, and she still wasn't over it. Place like this, with no imminent rescue, she'd have plenty of time to think it over.
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Apr 8, 2007 21:13:01 GMT -5
*Grace enters from the G4 beach*
Now that she'd had some time to walk it off, Grace really had overreacted and jumped to conclusions. Well, too late now. She'd just go to sleep and hope everything cleared up in the morning. Tomorrow, she would find the girl and talk to her, and talk to the doctor, and do whatever else needed doing. But for now, she was content to kick off her shoes and lay down, curling up beneath her blanket and slipping without difficulty into sleep.
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
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Post by literaryfaery on Dec 24, 2006 19:53:37 GMT -5
Grace awoke the next morning feeling rather better than she had for the past few days, and it took her a while to remember why. Last night, Sarah and Willo had both come by and given her rather unexpected surprises. How strange, that she could be comforted by small kindnesses from people who had, three days ago, been total strangers to her. Sitting up, she began to carefully pen a few sentences in her notebook, tear out that page, and painstakingly folded it up into an origami swan --a talent she had picked up at the summer camp for deaf children she had been attending since she was ten. When that was finished, Grace slipped on a fresh shirt and gulped some water before pocketing her handheld device and picking up the swan.
***Grace exits for G3 --Area of Survivor's Camp***
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Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Dec 16, 2006 17:05:16 GMT -5
As her unexpected visitors left, Grace picked up her things and returned to the interior of her shelter. She sat down on the blanket that served as a bed and set the electronic device next to her for future inspection. Right now, she wanted to see this mysterious note. It was out of her pocket and unfolded in moments, and she had to read it twice to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. A wide, silly smile crossed her face as she refolded the note and stuck it into her pocket again, laying down on the blanket with her arms folded beneath her head. Oh yes, Gwen is definitely going to be hearing about this tomorrow. Poor Gwen, being bombarded from both sides by the two of them.
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Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Dec 15, 2006 18:43:02 GMT -5
Grace smiled gratefully at Sarah, holding the device in one hand while signing "Thank you!" with the other. It was a pretty universal sign, just a hand placed in front of the mouth and moved away towards the person, and one she thought that Sarah would understand. It was truly a nice thought, and Grace would be sure to use her new treasure well.
Aww, wasn't Willo's paper explanation just the cutest thing ever? And he even blushed! Oh man, just wait until Gwen hears about this! she thought to herself, setting the device and her notebook on the sant for a moment. She pointed at the words "Sweet dreams" and signed them slowly, before signing them again and pointing to Willo to indicate that she wished him the same.
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Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Dec 14, 2006 6:24:01 GMT -5
After returning to her shelter, Grace had found a sharp sliver of metal --part of the wreckage, but it would serve its purpose-- and used it to slice up her mango. Thus, when she stepped outside upon noticing that someone had twitched the tarp aside, it was with a piece of fruit in one hand and her makeshift knife in the other. She smiled uncertainly at the two standing outside her shelter, wondering what on earth they were doing here. Oh. Was that a note? Grace set the metal sliver down and took the note with a curious look. The note went into her pocket, and she went into her shelter, only to reappear in a moment with her notebook and pen.
I'll run out of pages soon if I have to keep this up, she thought as she wrote quickly. "What are you doing here? Thought y'all would have better things to do than follow me around." She wasn't being rude, honestly, just curious and maybe a little bitter that she was so easily left out of conversations when too many people showed up.
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Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Oct 20, 2006 21:54:41 GMT -5
Grace awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright and looking around wildly. She hadn't had the dream in years, but this was the second time in as many nights that she had dreamed of the car crash that took her parents' lives. Her breath was ragged and heavy, a strange sound in her ears... She frowned. A sound? Impossible. I haven't been able to hear since I was a child, she scoffed mentally, flipping her hair back into a ponytail and stepping out of her shelter. ***Flashback: abclost.proboards40.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=rpgbios&thread=1156300598&page=1******Grace leaves for F3 -- Area of Survivors' Camp***
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Nov 26, 2007 17:08:36 GMT -5
Definitely creeped out, Grace put the notebook away and decided that it was time to head back to the nice safe camp, where random strangers couldn't just walk up and be all scary.
***Grace also leaves for elsewhere, preferrably an elsewhere without Ethan in it***
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
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Post by literaryfaery on Nov 26, 2007 16:57:45 GMT -5
She was more than a little offended that he just looked through her notebook like that -- they weren't incriminating conversations, but still and all it was an invasion of privacy-- but no way was Grace going to try and snatch it back. Bewildered by this entire situation, she caught the notebook and looked down at what he'd written. Man, this guy was creepy.
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Nov 26, 2007 16:46:26 GMT -5
Finally, something not quite frightening. It looked like he was asking about writing or some such thing; pleased that she could at least answer this question, Grace pulled her notebook and pen from the bag and held them up. Yes, this is how I communicate with non-signing people. But I'm not sure I'd like to communicate with you...
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Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
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Post by literaryfaery on Nov 26, 2007 16:40:19 GMT -5
His voice was kind of scary sounding. Grace may not have had a great deal of experience with judging peoples' moods from their tones, but this guy didn't sound to be in the best mood. And he was definitely creeping her out with the whole standing-practically-on-top-of-her thing. She stepped backwards.
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