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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 19, 2006 2:58:45 GMT -5
A part of the jungle outskirts near the survivor's camp. Location found in box F3 below: Each box is 3 miles by 3 miles. It takes an hour to walk 3 miles. But also keep in mind that hiking (like that really steep hill to get to higher ground) will take a heck of a lot longer and that if you're running (like from some jungle thing), that you'll get somewhere faster.
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Post by Vivian Waters on Oct 21, 2006 5:34:27 GMT -5
~Enters From F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp - Day 3~
Vivian had to find that bag, she knew it had to be around. she Swore she wouldn't rest until she foun it. She traveled a little bit deeper and came across a few things, some children must have lost them. Looked like a Doll, her daughter had one of these.
Than she remembered her daughter had given this to her, before she had left. she remembered her exact words were. "mama For you, safe." She was close, she noticed she had traveled some ways in, but up ahead maybe Four feet was her suitcase. she had to get to it...
As she moved forward she heard some rustling in the Bushes, she stopped for a moment and wondered if she needed to worry. the Rustling stopped and Vivian continued, she reached her suitcase and smiled when her contents were scattered about, she collected them quickly and Headed back to Camp. She needed to get out of there.
The Rattling again, and this time she heard a hiss. she stopped, and looked down to see a snake slither out of the Bushes. all Vivian could think of was 'O god please don't bite me.' and before she could do anything else she felt a pain in her leg, she screamed than Hit the snake with her suitcase until it lay dead on the ground. "Fuck!" she Yelled. it wasn't that far from the edge of the surrounding area of the Camp. and when she arrived she Sat down on the sand.
"God." she Took a few thing out of her bag and Cleaned the wound as best as she could, along with wrapping it up. her mind drew a blank, she didn't remember how to get the poison out of her wound...
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Post by Vivian Waters on Oct 21, 2006 16:21:30 GMT -5
Vivian knew she had to get somewhere more Populated, she got up and started to walk off. she had to get help.
~Exits to F3 - Area of Survivor Camp - Day 3~
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Post by Locke on Oct 22, 2006 10:19:18 GMT -5
***Locke enters***
He hung from the tree, his legs (his legs) wrapped around the thick branch, with another arm wrapped around it. Only one arm was free, reaching for fruit, and dropping it into the open bag below. He had been unable to get rid of his big grin.
This resulted in slight guilt, that so many had died, and he had found his destiny. Was it his fault? No. No, there was nothing special about death, especially the death of those poor people. All gone, now, and he did feel guilty that he was so happy.
But he couldn't have prevented the deaths of those people, and he'd done his best to help people. And he would help keep them alive, getting them food, like he was doing now. And meat, protein from the boars he'd seen.
He collected around ten large mangoes, and dropped down, zipping the bag up and heading back to-wards camp.
***Locke leaves for F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
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Post by Jake on Nov 27, 2006 3:41:59 GMT -5
*** Jake enters from G3: Area of Survivors Camp***
"Or maybe you're just not as irresistible as you think you are," Gwen remarked with a sly smile. "Cheer up, love; you're the one who's bound and determined that no one make a fuss over you. And you just got your wish." She bit her lower lip while pondering. "Can't imagine why he'd want to talk to Mason, though. The guy's a Hollywood producer. I'm sure he doesn't have any medical insights or experience, apart from patching up wounded egos perhaps."
"Me? Irresistable?" Jake laughed. "Gwen, if anything I'm conceited, not vain. Besides, I don't think I want to be irresistable to the likes of Jack. I think he and I are perfectly comfortable with a professional doctor-patient relationship, no matter how I am tempted to use my new-found powers of invisibility to him for good, or evil." he smiled, joking. "Yeah, I know. A little recognition that my thoughts are valid wouldn't go unappreciated, y'know? But I'm sure he had a lot on his mind with that Erik guy."
He listened to Gwen's thoughts on why the doctor wanted to see the man, and nodded along in agreement. "A hollywood producer? Well I'll be damned. I agree with you, I don't see how his profession could help us out out here, unless his contacts are so well-known that they'll send out half a fleet of choppers just to look for him. Who do you think will play the role of us in the movie?" he smiled, matching Gwen's sly smile with his own.
Then she realized she was merely thinking out loud, which was probably boring to anyone other than herself. "Anyway, why didn't you tell me you needed more water?" she asked insistently, going back to her earlier concern. "You don't want to risk getting dehydrated again. We've got plenty of water in reserve...for now, and ways to catch the rain whenever we get another storm. I'm not trying to be an overbearing shrew again, I promise," she explained, holding up her hands in apology. "I'm just making an observation."
"You know why," he implied, trying not to make a big deal out of it. I am bound and determined that no one makes a fuss over me, remember? I was up in the trees if it was raining, so I had no idea anyone has been collecting any. I wouldn't mind a bottle or two a day, if you can spare it. I'm happy to share with you, until the next big rainfall. I'll have to set up something to catch water next time I'm back at the beach. And Gwen," he paused, smiling, "... You're not being an overbearing shrew, you're being anything but."
"Actually, let's go this way. Bit more scenic, don't you think?" she suggested, gently placing a hand on his arm and guiding him off to the left. "So, any idea when those Boys in Blue of yours will be coming? I want to make sure I look presentable..."
"Yeah." Jake said, spotting Beau and Jasmine together, and rolled his eyes again. "I know what you're trying to do, Gwen. And it's okay. I protected the girl once, but I can't be there for her forever. It's the only way she'll learn. Let's go."
After listening to Gwen's attempt of distracting him by changing the topic, he laughed. "Gwen, it doesn't really matter. Those boys have been out to sea so long, they won't care what you'll be wearing, unfortunately. But bring your A-game so those boys know that you're out of their league. As to their ETA, unfortunately, only Ana and the others will be able to find out that question when they get back - if they get back tonight."
Not having much else to contribute to the subject, he became curious and changed the topic, remembering what Gwen had mentioned to him about her career before. "So, you said your were a flight attendant? I could picture you in that role, now that you mention it. The warm, friendly reception of near-mothering, mixed with a sharp wit and bold sense of humor, to mollify anyone who steps out of line. You're not having a very good day at work, are you? They should be paying you overtime for this, along with the compensation payout."
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Post by Gwen Havers on Nov 27, 2006 10:34:58 GMT -5
"A hollywood producer? Well I'll be damned. I agree with you, I don't see how his profession could help us out out here, unless his contacts are so well-known that they'll send out half a fleet of choppers just to look for him. Who do you think will play the role of us in the movie?"
"Hmm, well," she pondered, stepping carefully through the undergrowth. "For me, obviously someone very British, very posh. I wonder if Kate Winslet would be willing to go brunette? And for you, well, Josh Lucas from Sweet Home Alabama seems a nice fit. He's charming and funny and adorable. Obviously, this would be an idealized version of you," she explained, fully expecting retaliation.
"I wouldn't mind a bottle or two a day, if you can spare it. I'm happy to share with you, until the next big rainfall. I'll have to set up something to catch water next time I'm back at the beach. And Gwen," he paused, smiling, "... You're not being an overbearing shrew, you're being anything but."
"Good," she nodded in relief. "I am sorry, by the way. And this is a sort of blanket apology for past, present and future faux pas. My younger brother, he...he was hearing impaired, and I was terribly overprotective of him. It took me ages to admit that he could get by without me, and I did so very reluctantly. When I look out on that beach of 40-odd people needing help, I just switch back into that mode. I can't help it. Old habits, you know..."
"Gwen, it doesn't really matter. Those boys have been out to sea so long, they won't care what you'll be wearing, unfortunately. But bring your A-game so those boys know that you're out of their league."
"Wow, you really do know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?" she muttered, sorely tempted to let the tree branch she was holding aside snap back and hit him in the face. "And what makes you so sure I'm out of their league anyway?"
"So, you said your were a flight attendant? I could picture you in that role, now that you mention it. The warm, friendly reception of near-mothering, mixed with a sharp wit and bold sense of humor, to mollify anyone who steps out of line. You're not having a very good day at work, are you? They should be paying you overtime for this, along with the compensation payout."
She grinned up at him. "Oh, you've got me all figured out, don't you? Remind me why I pay my therapist 200 dollars a month for this sort of thing?" she quipped. "And no, I'm not having a very good day. There's nothing about this in the manual, and the pilot, the flight crew...they're all gone. And frankly, I don't know how to do this by myself. Believe me, I shall be demanding overtime. And a fruit basket as well."
She shook off the despair for a moment. "Then again, it's not all bad. I mean, I meet someone who can understand my comic book references, and finally I'm not the biggest geek on the island," she said, stifling a laugh.
"So, Navy ensign then?" she inquired. "Planes, boats, submarine? I admire military people; I know I couldn't do it. Too much time away from one's family. Although with my family, time away would be welcome..."
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Post by Jake on Nov 29, 2006 1:15:47 GMT -5
"Hmm, well," she pondered, stepping carefully through the undergrowth. "For me, obviously someone very British, very posh. I wonder if Kate Winslet would be willing to go brunette? And for you, well, Josh Lucas from Sweet Home Alabama seems a nice fit. He's charming and funny and adorable. Obviously, this would be an idealized version of you," she explained, fully expecting retaliation.
"Sweet Home Alabama? Was that the movie with Reese Witherspoon in it? Nope, never saw it." he shook his head, not retaliating in the slightest. "I don't watch chick flicks... not anymore, though. I used to all the time with my wife, though. 'Charming, funny, and adorable? I'll have to remember to put that on my résumé."
"Good," she nodded in relief. "I am sorry, by the way. And this is a sort of blanket apology for past, present and future faux pas. My younger brother, he...he was hearing impaired, and I was terribly overprotective of him. It took me ages to admit that he could get by without me, and I did so very reluctantly. When I look out on that beach of 40-odd people needing help, I just switch back into that mode. I can't help it. Old habits, you know..."
"I see." he answered, listening intently to Gwen and nodded a little in mutual understanding. "It's good of you to do that, that transferance of overprotection on practical strangers. Your brother was lucky to have a sister like you, who cared so much about him."
"Wow, you really do know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?" she muttered, sorely tempted to let the tree branch she was holding aside snap back and hit him in the face. "And what makes you so sure I'm out of their league anyway?"
"No offense..." Jake said hesitantly, thinking for a second that Gwen had a look in her eye that she was going to snap back in his face the branch she was so generously holding aside for him to pass through. "It's more them than it is you. You won't believe some of the things those guys will get up to out on the ocean, with nothing to do... the attention turns on each other, and the testosterone hits the roof. When they've hit shore, most have forgotten all sense of maturity and mannerism when they go off-duty. Isn't a pretty sight." He chuckled a little. "You're not their type. Most are young and are looking for a good time, not a good conversation. You might strike it lucky with someone up in higher rank, but they're usually more the married type."
She grinned up at him. "Oh, you've got me all figured out, don't you? Remind me why I pay my therapist 200 dollars a month for this sort of thing?" she quipped. "And no, I'm not having a very good day. There's nothing about this in the manual, and the pilot, the flight crew...they're all gone. And frankly, I don't know how to do this by myself. Believe me, I shall be demanding overtime. And a fruit basket as well."
She shook off the despair for a moment. "Then again, it's not all bad. I mean, I meet someone who can understand my comic book references, and finally I'm not the biggest geek on the island," she said, stifling a laugh.
"You have a therapist for $200 dollars a month?" he said in disbelief, stiffling a laugh unsuccessfully, and expected Gwen to snap back another tree branch in his face, or somewhere else equally vital. To make up for it, he answered quickly and seriously. "You shouldn't need one. You sound mentally healthy enough to me. People these days don't always have the time to listen to you put your heart on your sleeve, but you shouldn't have to fork out $200 every time to say how you feel. How helpful did you actually find them?"
"So, Navy ensign then?" she inquired. "Planes, boats, submarine? I admire military people; I know I couldn't do it. Too much time away from one's family. Although with my family, time away would be welcome..."
"Yup. I was a lieutenant. Seventh Fleet on the U.S.S. Comdesron, naval ship." he told her, trying to be blunt to avoid sounding boastful. He went silently into thought, and added, "Yeah, didn't really have much of a family to spend time away from. I made my own though, but it was hard to spend time away from them, yeah." he said quietly, sounding like he didn't want to talk about it, so he quickly changed the subject. "But every chance I got to spend time away, I was with them. So, what about your family? Was it hard on you, spending time away from them?"
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Post by Gwen Havers on Nov 29, 2006 13:02:37 GMT -5
"I don't watch chick flicks... not anymore, though. I used to all the time with my wife, though. 'Charming, funny, and adorable? I'll have to remember to put that on my résumé."
"Well, don't take my word for it," she cautioned. "I did suffer some head trauma during the crash and I'm probably still not thinking clearly. I'm sure Ana will be back soon enough to give you her brutally honest opinion. Whether you want it or not."
She paused for a moment to scan their surroundings, to see if anything looked familiar. Yeah, this seemed like the place where she'd discussed Scrabble and golf with Ethan just the day before. She began walking again, trying to find the right type of tree. "And I admit, I do watch chick flicks. Too many, as my friend Rachel would say. According to her, they've skewed my view of realistic romance. She proclaims that I don't want to be in love, I want to be in love in a movie. And she's probably right," she admitted with a shrug.
"You're not their type. Most are young and are looking for a good time, not a good conversation. You might strike it lucky with someone up in higher rank, but they're usually more the married type."
"I suppose I'll take that as a compliment," she said hesitantly. "I was beginning to think you might think me some sort of princess or elitist. But that's my sister's thing, not mine. Although now that you mention it...the more medals, the higher the pay grade, right?" she inquired with a wink.
She just kept walking silently as he went on to question her need for a therapist, and then talked about his naval commission and making a family of his own, the subject clearly causing some discomfort. It seemed to be a theme among everyone on that plane. Welcome to Dysfunctional Island...
"But every chance I got to spend time away, I was with them. So, what about your family? Was it hard on you, spending time away from them?"
"Ah, well, I went to university on the west coast of the United States, which at the time was as far as I could get away from them. And now I spend the better part of my life on planes and in airport terminals all along the Pacific Rim on the complete opposite side of the globe from them, so...no, it's not hard at all. I make sure my feet don't stay on the ground long enough to connect with anyone," she replied, turning to face him. "And that, my friend, is why I need a therapist."
She stuffed her hands into her jeans pockets and looked downwards. "I went through a really bad patch, several years ago. Someone I loved very much, he...well, he died suddenly. And I didn't know how to deal. I just...I didn't want to face the world knowing he wasn't in it. So I started going to this psychiatrist, and she helped me to deal with it, more or less. And I dunno, I just kept going back. I mean, every new day brings new problems, right?"
She shook her head and forced a smile. "I'm so sorry; why am I boring you with this stuff? I suppose I owe you $200 now. Would you accept payment in mangos?" she asked, talking quickly in order to shift the mood. Jasmine was the one who'd pushed her to open up; this was all her fault. Confiding in a married naval lieutenant whom she'd probably never see again once they were rescued--she must be mad. Gwen knew the best thing to do was just stop talking and get back to the task at hand.
"Anyway, I dub thee, Sir Keeper of the Bag," she said, transferring the bag from her shoulder into his hands. "And I shall be the Inept Climber of Trees." She approached the mango tree warily. "No laughing. Last time I did this, I got pushed out of a tree by my horrid cousins and ended up breaking my arm. They thought it was hilarious; apparently I have a gift for physical comedy."
She maneuvered herself onto the lowest branch, trying to get a secure grip before slowly advancing upward. How did Ethan make this look so bloody easy?
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Post by Jake on Nov 29, 2006 23:29:44 GMT -5
"Well, don't take my word for it," she cautioned. "I did suffer some head trauma during the crash and I'm probably still not thinking clearly. I'm sure Ana will be back soon enough to give you her brutally honest opinion. Whether you want it or not."
"You really know how to make a guy special too, don't you?" Jake replied back witfully. "And yes, Ana will be back, as you've reminded me for the umpteenth time. You don't have to remind me, but I'm sure I don't need to bring up the topic of what movie star fits my role best. She'd probably think I've gone mad."
"I suppose I'll take that as a compliment," she said hesitantly. "I was beginning to think you might think me some sort of princess or elitist. But that's my sister's thing, not mine. Although now that you mention it...the more medals, the higher the pay grade, right?" she inquired with a wink.
"That's right," Jake chuckled at Gwen's wink. "I forgot; that's all women really care about, isn't it? The money." he replied slyly, and laughed along with the joke. Then he listened as Gwen opened herself up a little more in his responce to his query, remaining quiet as she briefly described the main quandries in her life. The smile slipped away from his face, and felt bad for her. He had been through simular circumstances, too. All this death in their lives... was the world a place of short life expectancies, or what?
She shook her head and forced a smile. "I'm so sorry; why am I boring you with this stuff? I suppose I owe you $200 now. Would you accept payment in mangos?" she asked, talking quickly in order to shift the mood.
"Gwen, don't get so down on yourself. You're not boring me..." he replied, but this time he wasn't being humourous, but more considerate and serious. He didn't feel like laughing anyway as Gwen handed her the bag, telling him more about the adversities of the past. The girl certainly did seem to take all the negativity aimed at her in good stride... just like he did.
"That's terrible." he finally replied. "About your cousins, I mean. Kids can be so cruel..." His mind was still on the subject about the man in her life that had died. He wanted to change the subject to suggesting he could help Gwen out by climbing up the tree to collect fruit on his own, but he knew she would object, what with his shoulder. Also, he felt like he would seem cold-hearted if he didn't comment about the guy she had loved whom had passed away.
"And you know... my wife... she died, too." he said suddenly, trying to empathise with her by extending the courtesy of sharing something of his own in return. "So, you're not alone." He held the bag out for Gwen to drop fruit in, thinking of something humourous to change the subject. "Oh, and by the way, speaking of physical comedy... it might be tempting, but try not to throw fruit down on me, okay? Into the bag, as planned, would be just peachy. And when you're on the ground, would be preferable."
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Post by Gwen Havers on Nov 30, 2006 0:16:56 GMT -5
"And you know... my wife... she died, too." he said suddenly, trying to empathise with her by extending the courtesy of sharing something of his own in return. "So, you're not alone."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that," she replied. "But yeah, thank you; that's good to know." She nodded and smiled weakly at his show of sympathy. Hoping that he might understand her sense of grief and loss, being relieved to know that he could, and yet also feeling a little guilty for being selfish. She wasn't the only person in the world who'd suffered a loss. Something about him just made her feel safe, eased the pain somewhat. And maybe that's why Ana seemed so smitten.
"Oh, and by the way, speaking of physical comedy... it might be tempting, but try not to throw fruit down on me, okay? Into the bag, as planned, would be just peachy. And when you're on the ground, would be preferable."
She laughed, despite the strain of balancing and reaching out to break the fruit free from the tree. "Then I apologize in advance," she called down to him. "I have terrible aim; they won't even allow me near the dartboard at the pub anymore."
She finally managed to get the stem free and dropped the mango to the ground below. "Incoming!"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Dec 1, 2006 17:30:01 GMT -5
***Ethan enters***
He saw them from a way off. Silently, he hung back, staying out of sight, his body half-covered by a thick tree. He watched as they talked, Gwendolyn and Jacob. Bickering a little, sharing a little, like they were siblings. Perhaps it was because of the brother and sister vibe he got was why he didn't feel jealously. Which was rare for him. All who'd been involved with him had noted his jealous, possessive, and even addictive personality. That's what the prison psychiatrist had said.
What the hell did he know? Who was he, or anyone, to tell him what kind of person he was?
He stifled a laugh as Gwen yelled, 'Incoming!'
He knew full well he had an attraction to her, and not just on a purely physical level. Ethan wasn't concerned with looks, not when you get to know the person. Yes, Gwen was beautiful, with...flawlessly pale skin...shining brown hair that was tossed about in the wind like it had a personality of it's own...glossy lips that he imagined would be soft to kiss, and....and...and lively, vivid eyes which seemed to encase all the things about her.
Where was he? Oh, yes. Not all about the looks.
An excellent sense of humor that was rare, a humble intelligence, down-to-earth and selfless. All attractive qualities.
Three days, including this one, though. Three days and he had a crush on this woman. This woman who had shown him genuine kindness, which was a rare thing. Kindness was usually superficial, at least in his experience. Kindness was given when someone wished to be liked or wanted something. And when it was real, it was something to be savored and thought on.
Still, he felt irritated at himself for forming a crush already. At this point. Then again, the charmer and the fool were about to jump each other a short distance away. Maybe three days was-
Of course not. Perhaps all those people were right. He was needy. He fell in love with the first woman who paid him the smallest piece of attention, and he hated himself for feeling so much, for caring so much about people who never gave him the courtesy of caring back. And when they didn't care back, he hated himself even more for becoming angry.
So maybe women didn't bring out his best qualities. Neediness, possessiveness....aggresssion.
He had never lifted a hand to a woman. He had, however, to her potential suitors. Peter Hartman, 24. Beaten savagely and left by the roadside. His crime? A kiss on the cheek to Ethan's last girlfriend before the island, and mild flirtation. Mild flirtation that had gone on too long, and Ethan couldn't control his temper anymore.
He wasn't sure where his anger came from, although he had his guesses. As did his prison psychiatrist. Parental neglect, severe bullying, loss of loved one.....the same old stories, same old stories.
Still, no point in thinking about....that. All that depressing nonsense.
No, instead, he continued to look over at Gwen, and let any thoughts and doubts fade away, standing with a small smile and watching.
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Post by Jake on Dec 2, 2006 6:51:03 GMT -5
Jake just smiled and nodded silently at Gwen's reply, out of mutual respect. He opened up the bag as she continued to climb the tree, feeling the ache in his shoulder as he moved his arm around to hold the other side of the bag.
She laughed, despite the strain of balancing and reaching out to break the fruit free from the tree. "Then I apologize in advance," she called down to him. "I have terrible aim; they won't even allow me near the dartboard at the pub anymore."
She finally managed to get the stem free and dropped the mango to the ground below. "Incoming!"
"Oh, sure, blame it on that old excuse." Jake laughed, using the bag to scoop up the mango as it fell to the ground. "And what did I say about about waiting until you're on the ground first? You just wanted target practice, didn't you?"
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Post by Gwen Havers on Dec 2, 2006 11:48:00 GMT -5
"And what did I say about about waiting until you're on the ground first? You just wanted target practice, didn't you?"
"Well, they do say practice makes perfect," she remarked, trying to free another mango from the tree. "And it's not like I'd really hit you. I mean, not on purpose." She dropped another mango, trusting him to catch it. "Plus, being stuck in a tree is your gimmick. I don't want to be a copycat."
Sending a few more mangos to the ground, she decided it was time to get down from the tree. Although at this rate, they'd never collect enough to feed everyone back at the camp. She descended slowly and carefully, trying to push aside the ever-present fear of heights. With a pained groan, she finally swung off the tree and onto the ground.
"Ah, back on earth," she sighed in relief. "And by the way, ow. Remind me not to do that again anytime soon." She tried to rub her sore arm muscles. Yes, she definitely should have attended more of those rock climbing classes back home, she reminded herself. "Maybe in future, we can find a food source that doesn't require climbing."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Dec 2, 2006 11:58:37 GMT -5
"I think we already have those. They're called...basically anything that doesn't grow on trees." he said, making himself known as he walked forward, smiling at them both. "Collecting food again, huh? Seems to be the thing to do on this island. Not many recreational activities."
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Post by Gwen Havers on Dec 2, 2006 12:08:14 GMT -5
"Ethan? Hi," she stammered, a bit surprised by his appearance. "Yeah, I'm not really into surfing or scuba diving, so might as well wile away the hours endangering myself and others," she replied, throwing a smile to Jake.
"You two remember each other from this morning, right?" she asked, not sure if they'd had time for formal introductions during the scuffle with Beau.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Dec 2, 2006 12:13:55 GMT -5
"Ethan? Hi," she stammered, a bit surprised by his appearance. "Yeah, I'm not really into surfing or scuba diving, so might as well wile away the hours endangering myself and others,"
"No surfing, no scuba diving? Ever swim with dolphins? It's great but terrifying. They're massive. Huge. As for endangering yourself..." he said. "Tree-climbing? You're not swinging frm vine to vine, though. Me Ethan, you Gwen, none of that?"
"You two remember each other from this morning, right?"
"Hi, yeah, I remember you." he replied, extending his hand. "Ethan."
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Post by Jake on Dec 4, 2006 5:03:02 GMT -5
"Well, they do say practice makes perfect," she remarked, trying to free another mango from the tree. "And it's not like I'd really hit you. I mean, not on purpose." She dropped another mango, trusting him to catch it. "Plus, being stuck in a tree is your gimmick. I don't want to be a copycat."
"Great. I feel so much better already." Jake said with humourous sarcasm, trying to catch the fruit as Gwen dropped it down to him. He missed a few, but tried to pick them up quickly with his hands before Gwen allowed herself to drop the next one. "Don't worry about those, I'll have them. A few bruises never hurt anybody - I should know." he laughed. He watched Gwen carefully as she climbed down from the tree, not knowing how he'd be able to help her if she managed to fall and hurt herself, and before he could reply back to her about a witty tree remark, Ethan cut in as he appeared.
"Ethan? Hi," she stammered, a bit surprised by his appearance. "Yeah, I'm not really into surfing or scuba diving, so might as well wile away the hours endangering myself and others,"
"No surfing, no scuba diving? Ever swim with dolphins? It's great but terrifying. They're massive. Huge. As for endangering yourself..." he said. "Tree-climbing? You're not swinging frm vine to vine, though. Me Ethan, you Gwen, none of that?"
"You two remember each other from this morning, right?"
"Hi, yeah, I remember you." he replied, extending his hand. "Ethan."
"Great. I guess that makes me Cheetah. I'm small and hairy enough to play the part. Warn me first if you're going to start dressing in a loincloth." he laughed, adding to the joke. He held out his hand when Ethan did and squeezed it firmly as he shook it. "And I remember you. Jake." he reintroduced himself.
"So, Ethan, while you're out here, you plan on joining us? We could use a couple of extra hands to help pick fruit if you're not busy. I'd climb up there with Gwen and forage, but... y'know. Bung shoulder n' all. You'd be more help to her than I am, at least." he chuckled. "To her, I'm just a hairy chimpanzee holding a bag. Apparently moreso because she's throwing fruit at me, even if she doesn't like to admit it." He threw a humorous smile back towards Gwen.
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Post by Gwen Havers on Dec 4, 2006 11:13:39 GMT -5
"So, Ethan, while you're out here, you plan on joining us? We could use a couple of extra hands to help pick fruit if you're not busy. I'd climb up there with Gwen and forage, but... y'know. Bung shoulder n' all. You'd be more help to her than I am, at least."
She shook her head slightly. He'd already been helpful. Perhaps not physically, because she wasn't about to let him do further damage to his shoulder, but emotionally. It was a comfort to know there was someone else she could trust. And anyway, Ethan was admittedly much better than her at the whole tree-climbing thing.
"To her, I'm just a hairy chimpanzee holding a bag. Apparently moreso because she's throwing fruit at me, even if she doesn't like to admit it."
She nodded slowly. "He's very perceptive, that one," she remarked, with a sidelong glance to Ethan. "And you just heard Ethan say that we're short on recreational activities..."
Then she turned her attention fully to Ethan. "But yeah, if it's not too much trouble, we could use the help. I'm afraid dinner service won't exactly be up to Oceanic standards, but we can at least give people something to eat. And we should probably be quick about it; I'd rather not be in these woods after dark," she said, glancing up to gauge the sun's position in the sky.
"Everything going smoothly back at the beach?" she inquired. "I don't suppose there's been any sign of Sayid...or Ana, or the rest of them?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Dec 4, 2006 12:54:16 GMT -5
"Great. I guess that makes me Cheetah. I'm small and hairy enough to play the part. Warn me first if you're going to start dressing in a loincloth."
"And here I thought the loincloth brought out my eyes." he laughed.
"But yeah, if it's not too much trouble, we could use the help. I'm afraid dinner service won't exactly be up to Oceanic standards, but we can at least give people something to eat. And we should probably be quick about it; I'd rather not be in these woods after dark,"
"Well, I just can't say no to a beautiful woman and her chimp." he replied, and inward kicked himself for letting the word 'beautiful' slip out.
"Everything going smoothly back at the beach?" she inquired. "I don't suppose there's been any sign of Sayid...or Ana, or the rest of them?"
"Not yet. They might not be back until morning, it's starting to get dark." he said, starting to climb.
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Post by Gwen Havers on Dec 4, 2006 15:59:58 GMT -5
"And here I thought the loincloth brought out my eyes." Ethan laughed.
"No, no," Gwen insisted. "No loincloths, no vine-swinging, and definitely no coconut bras. A woman's got to draw the line somewhere."
"Well, I just can't say no to a beautiful woman and her chimp."
She felt the color rise to her cheeks as she looked away. She hadn't even seen Ethan since he'd dismissed her that morning, and then Willo had stopped by with the latest news and gossip from the island internet. Of course, she'd waved away his proclamation that Ethan had a crush on her. They'd only been on the island a few days--hardly enough time to form feelings for a complete stranger. And yet she herself had seemingly begun friendships with people she never would have spoken with otherwise. So where did she go from here?
Before she could apologize for trespassing on his kindness yet again, Ethan was already starting to climb one of the trees. She stepped closer to Jake. "He didn't mean that," she said in a low voice, with a slight laugh. "I'm sure he didn't. You're much too tall to play Cheetah."
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