Gwen Havers
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Post by Gwen Havers on Jan 8, 2007 20:07:47 GMT -5
"When few people start to have hope, others will follow."
"Right, absolutely. Hope is...good," Gwen said eloquently, nodding and taking the batteries that he handed to her. Why was it so much easier to speak to him when he was further away? And not looking directly at her with those dark eyes?
"I don't believe we've met yet. My name is Sayid. Can you help us?"
"Tusti...Gwen here was just explaining to me about the volunteer work. I'd love to volunteer to get us off this bloody island."
"I was just about to draft her into service," Gwen remarked. "We've already gathered several things that might be of help. Oh, and..." she added, turning to Ethan and lightly laying a hand on his arm, "our Ethan here has many rain-catching credits to his name. I'm sure he'd be glad to help."
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Erik Mason
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Post by Erik Mason on Jan 9, 2007 15:26:50 GMT -5
Erik had become bored, and walked to where he had seen a group of people.
"Hey, what's going on here?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Jan 9, 2007 15:52:24 GMT -5
"our Ethan here has many rain-catching credits to his name. I'm sure he'd be glad to help."
"What?" he asked, a little louder than he intended. Help? Help his competition? Sit around and watch them probably laugh and flirt while he stood still with the radio in his hand speaking into it, saying, 'Can you hear me now?' in a very loud voice?
He was about to straight out deny her, but had a quick thought. If he was there, they couldn't have sex.
Stop it. Stop being paranoid, and you have no right to 'guard' her. She's not yours. She hasn't shown the slightest bit of interest in you, and for good reason. She's smart. Don't, don't, don't.
It was decided, then. He couldn't help himself being a little jealous watching Sayid and Gwen together, so he would just distance himself. Talk to some other people.
He looked over at her, and her eyes. And he noticed her delicate hand on his powerful arm. Just a little, warm touch. "Yeah, no problem. Absolutely, I'll help."
Unfold your arms, keep smiling, walk into the ocean and never come back. Just do that.
He looked over at her again, and smiled gently. All right, so he was completely smitten. Smitten, and just because of kind words he didn't hear that often.
Grow up, Ethan. He urged himself. Distance yourself.
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Gwen Havers
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Post by Gwen Havers on Jan 9, 2007 16:22:57 GMT -5
HURLEY
He watched uneasily as the wanted fugitive, aka Kate, had walked away from the group to talk with Jack. He wasn't sure it was such a good idea for the doctor to be alone with her, but Jack seemed to know what he was doing. Maybe she'd explain about all this mug shot business, and then they could just move on to worrying about the no-signal business...
"Hey, what's going on here?"
Hurley turned to see an older man had joined the group at the fuselage. "Oh, hey, dude," he began. "Um...something about they couldn't send out a signal, but Sayid's gonna' keep workin' on it. And if you wanna' like volunteer for food rationing duty or something, just talk to him."
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Erik Mason
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Post by Erik Mason on Jan 9, 2007 16:27:55 GMT -5
"I'm not good at being in charge of rationing things," he said. "I'm a movie producer. I think it'd be better if I avoided being in control of preventing things."
Erik smirked at Hurley, and surprizingly didn't make a joke. He glanced over at Gwen, and back at Hurley. He extended a hand. "Erik Mason."
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Gwen Havers
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Post by Gwen Havers on Jan 9, 2007 16:32:28 GMT -5
HURLEY
He shook the producer's hand. "Hugo, but everybody calls me Hurley," he said. "So what kinda' movies do you do?"
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Erik Mason
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Post by Erik Mason on Jan 9, 2007 16:38:57 GMT -5
"All sorts," Erik said. "I run a production company. A lots of arty stuff, but I am working on an action film in Austrilia right now. Lots of gunplay, should be pretty good."
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Gwen Havers
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Post by Gwen Havers on Jan 9, 2007 16:48:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, no problem. Absolutely, I'll help."
Gwen returned Ethan's smile, grateful that he'd gone along with her suggestion. "Ya' see, there are still some people in this world who believe in teamwork," she beamed at Sayid. "I'm sure this place will be fully equipped with rain-catchers in no time. Anyway, Tusti and I should get started. If you gentlemen need us, we'll be over there," she said, nodding back toward the nearby luggage pile.
She started to walk away, then turned back. "Sayid, I'm really glad that you..." She paused, rethinking and revising her statement. "I mean, it's good that you're back. That you're all back, safely."
Just stop talking and walk away, she told herself. And that's what she did, inwardly cringing at her own foolishness.
***Gwen leaves for G3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Jan 9, 2007 16:59:08 GMT -5
He turned to Sayid, and then looked back at the departing Gwen. "She's....she's pretty exceptional, isn't she?" he said, not looking at Sayid, barely acknowledging that he was talking to anyone.
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Tylah
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Post by Tylah on Jan 9, 2007 17:10:44 GMT -5
"Nice meeting you, Mr. Ethan," Tusti saluted, shaking his hand.
Tusti saw Gwen begin to walk off and followed suit.
***Tusti follows Gwen and leaves for G3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
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Gwen Havers
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Post by Gwen Havers on Jan 9, 2007 23:23:00 GMT -5
((OOC: And Sayid says "Psh--whatever. Get back to work." )) HURLEY "All sorts," Erik said. "I run a production company. A lots of arty stuff, but I am working on an action film in Austrilia right now. Lots of gunplay, should be pretty good.""Awesome," Hurley nodded. "But it's not like one of those remakes of a Hong Kong film? 'Cause sometimes those can be a little...lame. No offense, they just don't make a lot of original stuff in Hollywood these days. Like Reservoir Dogs came out, and then everybody had to have a cool soundtrack. Julia Roberts wins an Oscar for playing a single mother, and suddenly every actress wants to 'ugly up' and be in biopics. And then The Matrix made everyone want to do wirework stunts. "But your stuff's probably not like that," he added in an apologetic tone. Playing it safe and diplomatic. After all, if sweet little Kate could be a criminal, who else around here could be hiding a dark, depraved, blood-stained past?
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Scott
Hiking to Higher Ground
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Post by Scott on Jan 12, 2007 7:04:22 GMT -5
"Right, absolutely. Hope is...good," Gwen said eloquently, nodding and taking the batteries that he handed to her.Sayid nodded, and looked at Gwen, expecting a more confident and enthusiastic remark. But he shook it off and looked at Tusti. "I was just about to draft her into service," Gwen remarked. "We've already gathered several things that might be of help. Oh, and..." she added, turning to Ethan and lightly laying a hand on his arm, "our Ethan here has many rain-catching credits to his name. I'm sure he'd be glad to help.""Excellent." Sayid nodded, and looked from Tusti to Ethan. "Glad to have you, Ethan. We'll start by gathering the smaller tarps from the wreckage." he said, going into a professional mode. Gwen returned Ethan's smile, grateful that he'd gone along with her suggestion. "Ya' see, there are still some people in this world who believe in teamwork," she beamed at Sayid. "I'm sure this place will be fully equipped with rain-catchers in no time. Anyway, Tusti and I should get started. If you gentlemen need us, we'll be over there," she said, nodding back toward the nearby luggage pile.
She started to walk away, then turned back. "Sayid, I'm really glad that you..." She paused, rethinking and revising her statement. "I mean, it's good that you're back. That you're all back, safely." Sayid nodded in agreement with Gwen's comment about teamwork, aknowledging Gwen's departure and looked over in the direction she had pointed towards the luggage. "Okay, good luck. And please, don't limit yourself to sorting through the luggage. Ask people if they can donate all their electronic goods to our cause, and assure them they will have in returned to them upon rescue." he advised them, remaining as the curt, professional solider he was, doing his duty to lead the cause. He looked towards Ethan and turned to leave. Then he heard Gwen, and stopped to turn around to face her and listen to her words. Her words were a bit... odd, the last time they had spoken. She sounded less confident, intimidated maybe, by the manner of her speech. Maybe the harsh reality of not getting a signal, and that rescue wasn't coming, had struck a nerve within her... he considered, from their time they had spent together since the crash, that maybe he could trust her with telling her what had really happened on the hike. But the transciever group had all promised to lie to anyone about the truth. No one was going to tell them anything. To relay what they had heard without fully understanding it would have caused a panic. If they told them what they knew, they would take away their hope. And hope was a very dangerous thing to lose. So he nodded simply in silence to Gwen, thinking nothing in her slight change of behaviour since he had left, and once again shrugged it off, turning to Ethan. He turned to Sayid, and then looked back at the departing Gwen. "She's....she's pretty exceptional, isn't she?" he said, not looking at Sayid, barely acknowledging that he was talking to anyone.Sayid was pulling out a blue tarp that had become wedged under a piece of the fuselage when Ethan asked him this, paying attention more to his work rather than facing him, but still acknowledged his strange query. It was an unusual way to start a conversation. "What do you mean, exactly?" he wondered casually, spreadng the large tarp out on the sand so he could begin to fold it up. "I suppose, but it depends on your definition. Why?" He stepped around to the opposite end of the tarp, with Ethan on the opposite side, grabbing the two corners on his end. "Do you mind giving me a hand? We'll fold the tarp towards each other." he suggested, more focused and humble with his work than commenting about the women he was stuck on the island with. (OOC: Lol. Yep Gwen, pretty much what Sayid had in mind. Btw, did Sayid meet Ethan beforehand?)
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Post by Ethan Rom on Jan 12, 2007 11:56:25 GMT -5
"What do you mean, exactly?"
His small test had gotten the results he expected. Sayid couldn't even see that she was special. He didn't apprieciate her. He didn't even deserve her attentions.
"I suppose, but it depends on your definition. Why?"
"No reason." he shrugged the question away, and began to work with Sayid. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. The women he crushed on paid attention to everyone but him. Perhaps it was simply that he tried too hard. Perhaps he should completely ignore her, let her come to him for once.
"Do you mind giving me a hand? We'll fold the tarp towards each other."
"I don't really know you, but if you take advantage of her in any way, I'll break your arms and legs, put you in a small, cramped little wooden box crawling with insects and then bury you alive. Next to my tent, so I can hear you screaming." Is what he wanted to say. Whether he said it or not, it was the truth. But instead of the calm, cold threat, he said, "Yeah, no problem."
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Jack
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Post by Jack on Jan 12, 2007 23:16:41 GMT -5
JACK
"We couldn't send out a signal because there was another signal blocking it. This other signal; we listened to it. It was in French, a woman's voice. Shannon translated and Ben's reaction confirmed what was said. She said that they're all dead. That something had killed them all. She was alone on the island. It's been playing for sixteen years, Jack. I wanted to tell you."
Jack dropped his head in disappointment, however lately he had his share of disappointments, so it wasn't any surprise that sending out a transmission didn't work, plus Jack had bigger things on his mind. He shrugged slightly, "Anything else?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 13, 2007 12:09:23 GMT -5
KATE
Anything else? Wasn't that enough? She thought about telling him about the polar bear that Sawyer had shot but was distracted as her eye was caught by the flapping tent of Jack's shelter, where Edward Mars was being kept. Her heart beat sped up as she reconsidered his question. Did he know? Her expression did not reveal her thoughts and she decided to find out what he knew in a roundabout way. "How is he?" She nodded toward the tent. "The man with the shrapnel in his side." She watched his expression carefully.
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Tylah
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Post by Tylah on Jan 13, 2007 14:00:02 GMT -5
***Tusti enters from G3 - Area of Survivor's Camp*** Tusti walked straight over to the fuselage and didn't say a word to everyone else. She had a job to do, and an investigation of her own to solve. She entered the fuselage and was immediately hit with this horrible smell. Even more pungent than rotten eggs. She spotted her first bad rummaged through it. Nothing of use was inside except for some cute shoes. She walked up the aisle and noticed a familar face... at least from the back of their head. She walked slowly and quietly forward, until she saw his face. "Raj..." she whispered, a teardrop running down her face. Flashback
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Tylah
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Post by Tylah on Jan 13, 2007 19:56:26 GMT -5
Tusti spiraled into deep lament and sorrow in her mind, discovering Raj's body. And yet, she was confused why she felt this way.
Could I still have had feelings for him? He's was an absolute jerk and slimeball...
And yet, sometimes... I wanted to be with him...
Tusti shook her head and didn't know what to think. She had a job to do, but she simply could not think of finishing this. She grabbed her stuff that she found for herself and left the fuselage back for her shelter.
***Tusti leaves for G3 - Camp - Tusti's Shelter***
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pearl
Having An Athma Attack
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Post by pearl on Jan 14, 2007 16:56:17 GMT -5
Sarah and Billy had a great meal and right after they finished, sitting there in the cooling shadow by the fuselage, she felt so stuffed that she even considered herself looking fat. The time was passing fast as they had just another sweet and intellectual conversation. "I could really use a walk now, my mother always said that >after a nice lunch you should get steps, a bunch<. Isn't that just stupid?" It was like Billy gave Sarah a funny smile with an awkward frown of his forehead saying something like: "Well, maybe, but I can't do a single step right now!" Sarah shook her shoulders standing up. "Your loss!" she threw at him while walking away extra sexy in her bikini leaving the jogging suit right where she had been sitting on it.
*** Sarah leaves for G4 - Beach and Shore ***
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Jack
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Post by Jack on Jan 14, 2007 17:26:40 GMT -5
JACK
Already Kate was asking about the marshal, and Jack wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, "He's touch and go," Jack admitted.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 16, 2007 0:13:42 GMT -5
KATE
She was hoping for more of an answer. Even his expression did not reveal much. She decided to push her luck and just ask, hoping that her secret was still safe. "Did he wake up? Say anything?" She kept her tone neutral with just a slight hint of concern just as if she were asking after a complete stranger's health.
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