drewdeburg
Hiking to Higher Ground
plg%%Krystal Wilmington%%
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Post by drewdeburg on Aug 28, 2006 15:10:17 GMT -5
Krystal stumbled around the beach, like a drunk. But she wasn't. She honestly thought that she was dreaming. Unfortunately she wasn't.
She decided it would be best for her to sit down in the shade, and relax for a bit. But she kept an eye on the sky for planes. She was going to be the first survivor to get off the plane in LA. She could she the newspaper headlines now: "Rich, Beautiful, crashed... survived". Ok, so maybe a future in journalism wasn't on the way for Krystal, but she just wanted some peace and quiet. But someone pleasant to talk to would have been nice.
Krystal lay down on the grass and relaxed.
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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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Post by JINX on Aug 28, 2006 15:53:54 GMT -5
~jinx~
jinx sighed, she rested her head back and smiled at the little girl. all she could do was wait, there wsa nothing else she could do. her and sarah just sat watching, waiting..
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Jack
Collecting Info for a Census
plg%%Jack, Boone, Ben Henry, Kyle, Neil, Goodwin, Pickett%%
Posts: 1,725
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Post by Jack on Aug 28, 2006 15:59:09 GMT -5
JACK
As everything begins to calm down Jack walks around for a few minutes and then takes a break to get his clarity back***(thinking) Finally the devistation is over, well not really, but at least I can take a break. God, how could this happened. I mean first my father dies, and now I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere.***
BOONE
Boone finally returns with the pens, and as he walks over to Jack, he doesn't notice that Jack is in a deep thought, he holds up three or four pens, "Here, I didn't know which one works best."
JACK
He slowly snaps out of his deep thought, he turns to Boone and looks at the pens, trying to piece it all together, and then he remembered, its not like it took him that long, probably just a few seconds. "They're all good," he replies as he takes the pens.
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Gwen Havers
Help Translate Rousseau's Maps
Ready to Fallplg%%Gwen, Shannon, Etana%%
Posts: 2,010
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Post by Gwen Havers on Aug 28, 2006 16:00:42 GMT -5
"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."
She smiled and nodded as the girl's eyes showed recognition and relief. "My brother," she signed back in explanation. She held up the first aid kit, a few bandages still left in it. "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?"
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 16:03:36 GMT -5
Severin was about to put on his shirt when he felt the warm wetness of the blood, and decided to discard it, hanging it on a large piece of metal sticking out of the ground. He started to wade into the water, and grabbed someone floating under the water.
JOHN WILKSHON
If there's one thing I can do, it's swim. If there's one thing I can't do, it's swim after being sucked out of an airplane. I felt something grab me, and pull me out of the water.
SEVERIN
Placing the teenage boy on the sand, he turned and started to head back into the water, finding a few dead bodies, barely any living. He went through each of the bodies, checking for a pulse.
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
Posts: 263
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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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Gwen Havers
Help Translate Rousseau's Maps
Ready to Fallplg%%Gwen, Shannon, Etana%%
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Post by Gwen Havers on Aug 28, 2006 16:21:46 GMT -5
Gwen took a closer look at Grace's shoulder. "It's not that bad," she signed to her. "I'm going to clean the cut with some alcohol, which might hurt. Then put a bandage on it. Hopefully, a proper doctor can take a better look at it soon. Sound like a plan?"
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
Posts: 263
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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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Gwen Havers
Help Translate Rousseau's Maps
Ready to Fallplg%%Gwen, Shannon, Etana%%
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Post by Gwen Havers on Aug 28, 2006 16:38:07 GMT -5
Gwen shook her head. This girl certainly wasn't meek and retiring, as most people in her situation might be. "No, I guess not," she replied. She dampened a cotton ball with alcohol and tried to clean as much blood from the wound as she could. Then she placed a few squares of gauze over it and secured the gauze with tape.
"Okay, good as new. Sort of," Gwen told her when she'd finished. "Was anyone traveling with you?"
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
Posts: 263
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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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Gwen Havers
Help Translate Rousseau's Maps
Ready to Fallplg%%Gwen, Shannon, Etana%%
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Post by Gwen Havers on Aug 28, 2006 17:03:22 GMT -5
Gwen tried to follow the girl's hands as she talked of her aunt who'd apparently died in the crash, then followed her eyes toward where the body must be.
"I'm very sorry for your loss," she signed, pursing her lips. "If you need anything, anything at all, come find me. You can count on me, okay?"
She struggled to her feet again. The adrenaline was quickly wearing out, and she felt herself waver. But she couldn't rest yet. "I'm going to see if I can help anyone else. I won't be far," she assured Grace, before heading toward the fuselage again.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 28, 2006 17:21:29 GMT -5
He saw the girl, Gwen, the flight attendent. He jogged over to her. "Hey." he said. "OK, there's a doctor who's taking care of some people, but there are only really mild injuries, considering. Gashes, sprained ankles and such. Just thought I'd...uh....report. Not sure what to do exactly."
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Gwen Havers
Help Translate Rousseau's Maps
Ready to Fallplg%%Gwen, Shannon, Etana%%
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Post by Gwen Havers on Aug 28, 2006 17:32:17 GMT -5
Gwen turned at the sound of Ethan's voice. She nodded as he ran down the inventory of injuries. "It's okay, Ethan," she smiled gratefully. "Actually, you've been very helpful. I don't quite know where to go from here, either."
She swiveled to scan the horizon and felt a wave of dizziness, but recovered. "Um...you said there was a doctor? Maybe...maybe he can take a look at...at Grace," she suggested, her voice faltering. "I'm sorry, so much still to do...I should...but I don't...I think I might just faint now."
She felt her knees go out and hoped the sand made for a soft landing.
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Post by ana on Aug 28, 2006 17:34:30 GMT -5
It was pure instinct for Ana-Lucia to hold her breath. For a few seconds after hitting the water, she remained unconcious. But then the sting of salt water in her cuts began to wake her up. She opened her eyes, panicing as all she could see was a blueish blur. She let out a cry, but it sounded muffled. The air escaping from her lungs made bubbles in front of her face. The water stinged her eyes and she finally realised she was submerged underwater. She clamped her mouth shut again, feeling the pressure in her chest. Her oxygen was running out and she had to fight her body not to take another breath. She needed to reach the surface. Without thinking she kicked out with her legs, thrashing with her arms, hoping to God that she was moving in the right direction. She was so disorientated she wasn't sure if she was swimming to the surface or just bringing herself closer to drowning. Just hold on a little longer. Don't breathe....don't die...
Finally, as she felt her lungs couldn't stand the pain any longer, she breached the surface. Gasping desperately for air. The light was blinding, her head throbbed, the water close to her red with blood. She was hit by a wave, and was pulled back under. Swimming frantically, she emerged once more. Her aching arms and legs furiously treading water. She coughed and spluttered, taking huge gulps of air. Her lungs began to burn as the salty ocean hit them. Where am I? Where is everyone...?
She was facing away from the beach. All she could see was a vast expanse of crystal blue sea and it terrified her. Then she heard an explosion behind her. Spinning around, she saw it all. The wreckage strewn across a golden sandy beach, debris raining down on screaming passengers. The crash site.
For a minute, all she could do was stare in disbelief. Then she started to notice things floating in the water. Some of it was just parts of the plane. Cushions, scraps of metal, clothes and bags. Then the more she looked, the more bodies she saw. She willed herself to move, to swim to shore. The pain in her limbs draining her with every stroke, but she kept going. Determind. She had to try and help. She neared what appeared to be a young girl, who was floating face down in the water. Grabbing hold of her shoulders, she turned her over, finding she was horrifically burnt across her face and chest. Ana-Lucia recoiled in shock, letting go of the dead girl. She was so stunned, she forgot to tread water, and slipped back under again. When she resurfaced, she coughed hard, trying to get the sea water from her lungs. Her body was quickly getting tired, she had to get to shore.
She wasn't far now, but she wasn't sure she could make it, so she called out hoping someone would hear her.
"Hey! Over here!"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 28, 2006 17:38:18 GMT -5
He started to laugh at her fainting comment, but stopped midway, putting out his arms and catching her before she fell on the sand. He looked around, a little unsure what to do.
He picked her up fully, holding her entire body in his arms. He headed over to the shelter of the trees, keeping her out of the heat, and laid her down gently.
He bolted back to the fuselage, starting to go through luggage, and managed to find a pillow. Not an airplane pillow, an actual pillow. Jesus. The things people took from hotels.
Still grateful, he headed back over to her, propping the pillow under her head, and then headed back to the fuselage.
He started to search through the fuselage. This was turning out to be very interesing. Of all the luck....really....
This woman he was helping, Gwen, was certainly beautiful. Gorgeous, actually. And he'd been on the island for four long years-
Stop being a perverse, one-track mind weirdo, Ethan. Really. Just get her the water.
After a few minutes, he found some bottled water, and ran back to Gwen.
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 17:44:43 GMT -5
He heard someone shouting. What? A woman, the ocean?
He could see her. Not the detail of her face, but it was definitely a dark-haired woman, waving her arms, yelling for help. He dived fully into the water, his powerful, muscular arms cutting through the water as he shot through the water as fast as he could, trying to get to her.
He had to be careful not to get too far from shore, but she was getting so close now, and he couldn't just turn back-
Her. The Latino woman from the plane. Alive? Alive!
He felt a heavy burden of guilt lifted, and a new obstacle. He hadn't saved her on the plane. He had a second chance to save her.
Swimming faster, ignoring his own exhaustion, he grabbed ahold of her, putting his arm around her neck, turning, and starting to rip through the strong waves back to-wards shore. Swimming against the powerful current, he could barely see the beach.
Finally, he reached the shallow water, and was able to stand again.
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Post by ana on Aug 28, 2006 17:55:57 GMT -5
Relief ran through her as she stumbled up onto the beach. Her knees buckled and she collapsed into the sand. She rolled onto her back, lying there coughing, trying to get her breath back. Her chest on fire, no doubt she'd swallowed too much water. Various cuts and bruises covered her skin, the fresh air easing the sting of salt water from them. But right now, all she could think was how good it felt just to be alive. Next to her was the guy from the plane. The one who couldn't keep hold of her in the air, had kept hold of her in the water. She owed him her life and she knew it. She tilted her head towards him.
"Thanks..." Was the only word she could find, but her eyes said it all for her.
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Post by Severin on Aug 28, 2006 17:57:44 GMT -5
He coughed up some water, and sat down on the beach, getting his breath back. "Sorry....sorry I couldn't hold onto you on the plane. Sorry."
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Jack
Collecting Info for a Census
plg%%Jack, Boone, Ben Henry, Kyle, Neil, Goodwin, Pickett%%
Posts: 1,725
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Post by Jack on Aug 28, 2006 20:06:51 GMT -5
JACK
***Jack leaves for jungle outskirts near the fuselage.***
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