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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 27, 2006 13:41:54 GMT -5
The crash site where the mid-section of the plane, or fuselage, is located, as well as the area surrounding the fuselage. Location found in box G3 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 Hollywood Heidi on Aug 27, 2006 14:58:28 GMT -5
***A LOUD SOUND OF SOMETHING BIG FALLING PART FROM THE SKY IS HEARD AND THE AREA SHAKES AS THE MID-SECTION OF A PLANE HITS THE SAND***
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Post by Severin on Aug 27, 2006 17:40:21 GMT -5
Disorientated and bruised, Severin made his way out of the fuselage, into blinding sunlight and screams as people ran to and fro in all directions, a large turbine still spinning. God...the crash...what.....
He suddenly remembered, and looked around for the little girl, and for the latino woman.
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Post by JINX on Aug 27, 2006 18:08:51 GMT -5
~jinx~
She passed out a long time ago, the impact scared her, but as they landed Shrubs and leaves and branches cut through the business class section. In a way she couldn’t believe the luck she had. She could have still been in First class, she could have been gone, she thought of the Pilot and frowned.
She got hit with something in her head, something hard.. She touched her temple and felt something sticky. Removing her hand she saw the red, and sighed. Than she came to a realization, that she had survived the crash with just bruises and a couple cuts… when she tried to stand she felt a sharp pain in her side, something like…
She looked down and winced, a piece of tree branch lodged in her right side. She unbuckled herself, it wasn’t a big branch, just a branch of a giant branch. She pulled herself off the Branch, she felt the blood spill a little which made her a little sick. She stood and turned to the man next to her, he was dead, heart attack look like, his eyes were open…
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Post by JINX on Aug 27, 2006 18:22:36 GMT -5
~Sarah~
Sarah opened her eyes a little bit, she had been like that since they landed. Her neck was very sore, they hit the ground hard and she was surprised they didn’t blow up or anything. But that was not why she was sad, she lost her Bunny, Mr. Floppers was all she had left. And now he was in that Bunny farm…
Sarah sighed and unbuckled her seat buckle, she could hear the panic from the people outside, she didn’t want to go out there, she was scared. She crawled under the seats, and rested in the front of Economy seating, laying there.
“I want to go home…”
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Post by Jack on Aug 27, 2006 18:55:15 GMT -5
BOONE
He is barely awake as he hears the screams and the random noises from the remaining part of the plane. He tries to stand up, he is completely surrounded by sand. He turns his head as he is still lying on the ground. There is a piece of metal that is on fire less then a foot away from him.
Finally able to stand up, but he's a little tipsy, his head is pounding, and all the noise and screaming isn't helping. "Ah!!!" he falls back into the sand. He has a huge gash in his leg, as he tries to put pressure on it, he completely freezes, he can hear scream, a scream he recognizes. "Shannon!" he yells out. He raps his shirt around his leg and stands up. He hops to toward the sound of his sister scream. "Shannon!" Just before he can do anything he notices a woman unconscious on the ground. He tries to run over to her, and then decides to hop instead. Finally he reaches her. He checks to see if she's breathing, and as soon as he finds out she's not he begins preform CPR.
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Post by Tyson on Aug 27, 2006 18:56:10 GMT -5
Charlie woke up laying in the sand and had no idea wat had just happened. He started to stand up but was still disoriented. He could barely hear but could make out the sound of screams...
....a few minutes later his vision started to come back and he saw people running in every direction. He started to walk around as he saw the plane laying in the sand.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 27, 2006 18:58:02 GMT -5
KATE
Kate walked around in a daze, looking at the carnage and panic. She was in shock. Not just because of what they've been through, but because of the fact she was alive with only a few minor scratches here and there. She absentmindedly rubbed her wrists, which had become sore and bruised from trying to strain to reach the oxygen mask.
HEIDI
I slowly started coming to, but the more awake I became, the more I hurt all over. I was so confused. I opened my eyes a crack but shut them quickly as a bright light made my eyes sting. I was lying on something warm and gritty. As I became more alert, I realized the bright light was the sun and the warm and gritty was the sand of a beach. We'd crashed while flying over an ocean and by miracle had hit some land among all that water.
I tried to sit up but the dizziness that swept over me knocked me right back down. There was something warm on the side of my face and a stinging above my right eyebrow. I reached up, feeling something wet and looked at my hand. Blood. Oh great. I wasn't so good around blood. I felt the cut and realized it was only a small one and had almost stopped bleeding. The reason there was so much blood for such a little cut was because facial wounds always bled more. I had learned about that from a car accident I'd been in a few years back.
I'm just going to lie here for a little until I'm not so disoriented, I thought. I blocked out the bright light of the sun with my hand that wasn't covered in blood.
Blocking my sight only enhanced one of my other senses. Hearing. I could hear the screaming, the panic, the sound of something that sounded like the engine was still running. The thought of just keeping my eyes covered until this was all over was an appealing thought.
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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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Post by Jack on Aug 27, 2006 19:24:16 GMT -5
JACK
He came running up the beach. He looked at the devastation, he was speechless. He looked around trying to analyze every little detail. He couldn't concentrate at all, he was barely able to stand on his own two feet. He saw a young, tall blond woman in pink just standing still screaming.
He looked around, he looked everywhere, he knew he needed to help, but he was trying to chose who needed the most help. "Help me! Please somebody help, ah!" Jack looked over, it was a man buried in sand, with a huge piece of the plane covering his lower half. Jack dashed over to him. He tried moving it himself, but it wouldn't budge.
"Hey come help me with this!" he called out to one man standing close by, then he called out to another man "Hey you come here, come over here!" The three men stood around the injured man, "One three. One. Two. Three!" As the the other two men pulled the piece of metal, Jack pulled the man out from the sand. His leg was seriously bleeding, Jack ripped a part of his shirt and tied it around his leg to stop the bleeding. As he was doing that he couldn't help here another call for help. It was a pregnant woman gasping and calling for help.
"Alright get him out of here, move him over there!" The other two men stood the man up and dragged him out away from the wreckage. Before he could make it over too her he noticed shots of gas falling from one of the wings of the plane, then a woman who was lying on the ground covering her face. The gas shot awfully close to the fire on the ground.
Jack ran over too the woman lying on the ground. "Miss! Excuse me! Miss." She just starts to realize he's talking to her. "Miss you got to get up and get away from the gas." He could still here the pregnant woman. "You! Get over here." He called out to a man who seemed to be looking for something, he was in a complete black suite. "I need you to get her away from the gas, take her over there (pointing to a spot)."
Quickly, Jack dashes over to the pregnant woman.
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Post by Tyson on Aug 27, 2006 19:41:02 GMT -5
Charlie was just walking around the crash site looking for people to help. Obviously the heroine in his system was still affecting him because he was to calm, it was like he didnt realize what was going on
Out of nowhere one of the planes engines was blasted back into the air and ended up landing right behind him. He just looked back, shook his head and then kept moving.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 27, 2006 19:52:44 GMT -5
HEIDI
"Miss you got to get up and get away from the gas."
At first I didn't realize the man was talking to me, but when I squinted my eyes open, I saw that he was looking at me. Then he ran off to find someone else. I'd been overwhelmed by all the sounds that I hadn't noticed the smell of gasoline, but now that I did, I began to panic a bit.
I slowly sat up, bracing myself with one hand while the other went to my spinning head. Slowly, I got to my feet, my shaky legs barely holding me up. As I started to lose balance, someone grabbed hold of my arm and put it around their shoulder as they helped me to get a safe distance away from the wreckage.
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Post by Gwen Havers on Aug 27, 2006 20:25:13 GMT -5
They'd crashed. They had actually crashed. That was all Gwen could think as she lay there, regaining her senses. This wasn't practice, this wasn't training, this was real. She never thought she could handle a real crisis situation, but now she didn't have a choice. She was responsible for the safety of these people.
She groaned, turning onto her side and feeling her hand hit...sand. Sand? She rolled onto her stomach and scanned the horizon. Sandy beach, palm trees, rolling waves. Her mind could almost regard the scene as peaceful until it was shaken out of such reverie by the sound of anguished screams, the smell of burning fuel, the twisted and jagged wreckage all around her. Treat injuries, secure supplies, find shelter until the rescue team arrived. Was that it? Were those the steps? In that order? Why hadn't she studied the manual more?
She let her forehead sink into the warm sand, feeling the sting of tears tug at her eyes. But she didn't have time for her own panic. "Get up," she said to herself. "Get up, Gwen! Get up!"
She pushed herself to her feet and wavered a moment, gaining her balance. First aid kits, find the first aid kits. She started to walk back toward the fuselage, noticing with horror that one of the engines was still spinning. The suction would kill anyone who got near it.
A girl started to wander in front of it, a dazed look in her eyes. She rushed to grab her by the arm and turned her in the opposite direction. "No, no, no! Don't go near the engine. You need to keep people away from it; do you understand me?"
She nodded shakily.
"Good, thank you."
She approached the wreckage of the fuselage, trying to navigate her way to one of the crew galleys.
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Post by Jack on Aug 27, 2006 20:49:06 GMT -5
JACK
He makes his way across the sandy beach. As he reaches her, he slides into the sand next to her making him fall on his knees. She's still screaming and gasping. "It's alright, its alright calm down, I'm here to help. What's wrong?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 27, 2006 20:55:56 GMT -5
CLAIRE
She'd gotten up onto her hands and knees and was yelling for help. She had terrible pains in her stomach and could only come to one conclusion.
Someone finally came to help her and she grabbed onto his upper arm as she spoke to him. "I think... I'm having... contractions!" she said between gasps of air.
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Post by Jack on Aug 27, 2006 21:05:19 GMT -5
Jack continuously tries to come her down, perhaps a little hard under these circumstances. "Alright. How many months pregnant are you?"
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Post by Tyson on Aug 27, 2006 21:11:58 GMT -5
Hurley
He jogs over to the man kneeling next to the pregnant women..."Is there anyway I can help man"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 27, 2006 21:23:00 GMT -5
CLAIRE
"I-I-I-I'm eight months." She was still out of breathe. It seemed almost every time she was getting a hold of things, there'd be another shooting pain.
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Post by Gwen Havers on Aug 27, 2006 22:15:39 GMT -5
Gwen had managed to retrieve a few first aid kits and was attempting to make her way back out of the fuselage. Gauze and bandages, hardly enough to deal with the injuries that would have been sustained by all those passengers outside, but she'd have to make the best of it. She was steeling herself to head out onto the beach when she heard a small voice coming from under the chairs.
“I want to go home…” the little girl was saying over and over as she curled up under the seats.
"Hi," she began hesitantly. "My name's Gwen and I'm going to take care of you, okay? I know that things are really scary and confusing right now, but the worst part's over. Now I think that you'll be safe if you stay right here. Can you do that for me?"
She looked at her expectantly, hoping her message was breaking through the child's panic.
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Post by JINX on Aug 27, 2006 22:20:18 GMT -5
~Sarah~
Sarah looked up from underneath the chairs, she saw the lady from earlier who was escorting JINX back to where she was suppose to be. she nodded and clutched her body together, she wasn't hurt, just scared, she would say.
"I'm not going to move." she wiped her tears and smiled.
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