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Post by platinumblonde on Jun 19, 2007 22:25:59 GMT -5
***Juliet packs a bag and leaves for The Staff***
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Post by platinumblonde on Jun 9, 2007 10:16:12 GMT -5
"Remember to keep a close watch on her at all times. And thank you, Juliet."
"I just want to see my sister again, Ben. And if looking after one of your new lab rats will make that happen, then I'm happy to do it," she said simply.
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Post by platinumblonde on Jun 8, 2007 19:10:46 GMT -5
"Care to babysit?"
She listened with rapt attention as Ben explained the situation to her. "There was a survivor? A woman?," she repeated in disbelief. "And she's here on the premises?"
But she soon realized her words weren't answered Ben's questions. And better to have her here than Saint's house or the blank sterile walls of the station. "Of course," she quickly nodded. "She's welcome to stay here."
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Post by platinumblonde on Jun 8, 2007 18:22:26 GMT -5
"And what makes you think I can help you with this problem, Ben?" she asked.
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Post by platinumblonde on Jun 7, 2007 18:11:19 GMT -5
She placed the plate and glass into the sink, glancing up to look out the window at her backyard and wondering what might be going on out there. How everyone was dealing with the consequences of the plane crash, and how Ben was mobilizing his people to assess and analyze their newfound situation.
"Juliet, are you there?"
She turned when she heard a knock. Seemed like she was about to find out. Wiping her hands off on a nearby tea towel, she went to answer the door. "Ah, Ben," she said, giving him a half-hearted smile. "How can I help you? No, wait, let me rephrase: what are you planning to hold over my head today in order to force me to help you?"
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Post by platinumblonde on Jun 1, 2007 18:32:29 GMT -5
After waking up alone and for a brief moment wondering what Goodwin might be doing right now, Juliet decided to focus on breakfast and take the rest of the day one surreal moment at a time. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and sliced a bagel in half, generously spreading a layer of Dharma cream cheese over the bread.
She'd spent the remainder of the day before secluded in her house, cleaning up the mess from the book club meeting and the disruption of the plane crash. There was something oddly calming about the routine of it. Having a purpose that was clear and easily understood. She still didn't understand why Ben had shown her the satellite video of her sister. Was he expecting her to reconsider? To renew her commitment to a cause that had imprisoned her for the last three years?
No, she would wait. She would be compliant with his plans for the crash survivors. Because they were outsiders. Intruders into his perfect world. A variable that he couldn't control, try as he might. And when he was weak, overwhelmed by the situation and his debilitating tumor, she would find a way out.
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Post by platinumblonde on May 7, 2007 10:02:05 GMT -5
"But we're going to find out for ourselves rather than leaving it to guesswork and then just going home, aren't we?"
She crossed her arms and pulled herself up to her full height, which was quite a few inches taller than Ben. "I suppose I don't really have a choice, do I?" she said flatly.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 29, 2007 10:53:56 GMT -5
She huffed and looked away. "So my sister is merely a carrot on a string to be dangled in front of me? You couldn't care less about how I feel," she declared.
"The chances that anyone survived that plane crash are slim at best. The chances that any of those survivors might be pregnant are even slimmer. And then we have the more immediate problem of the tumor on your spine. Something which you assured me was impossible to develop here on this island. So forgive me if I don't share your optimism."
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 29, 2007 10:33:07 GMT -5
"I wasn't lying, was I, Juliet?"
"No," she said softly. "No, apparently you've been honest and upfront about one thing in the entire three years that I've been here." She turned to face him. "Am I supposed to be grateful now? To thank you profusely for this wonderful opportunity to be stranded so far away from my family, with no hope of returning to them for the foreseeable future?"
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 26, 2007 17:26:30 GMT -5
"Then we'll find more mothers...Who knows, maybe there's even one on that plane."
She shook her head in disbelief. So Ben already had a plan for whomever survived the plane crash. A renewed purpose and hope, despite the tumor on his spine. And a new reason to keep her there against her will. She felt angry and sad and helpless. But she wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing her cry.
Without another word, she retrieved her book from the table and headed outside. Blinking back tears, she looked up at the still brilliantly blue sky and prayed that this Flight 815 would bring her redemption, salvation, even a way home. "I'm coming, Rachel," she said softly. "I swear I'll find a way."
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 25, 2007 17:39:30 GMT -5
"You need to stay here until your work is finished."
"But it's impossible," she countered. "The mothers keep dying." Everything they'd tried for months, for years, had failed to reverse the problem that pregnant women seemed to have on this island. If solving an unidentified and unfixable problem was the condition of her freedom, then she would never be able to go home. She had to make him see reason.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 25, 2007 16:44:45 GMT -5
"I'm not a liar, Juliet."
She paused to inhale deeply and compose herself before turning back to face him. He'd promised to cure Rachel, and it seemed he had done so. But her resolve to get off this island and return to her family was still present. If anything, it was even stronger now that she knew Rachel and her son were safe.
She stepped closer to him. "I wanna go home, Ben," she requested sadly, her voice free from any of the animosity or belligerence she'd shown the day before.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 25, 2007 16:28:18 GMT -5
She was only half-listening to Ben's words, totally absorbed in the image before her. Smiling as the tears ran freely down her face. Thinking about how desperately she wanted to hug her sister, tell her that she was okay and that they could finally make up for all the lost time, to meet her nephew Julian.
"OK, thank you Richard. You'll wanna get back here as soon as you can, we may have some new visitors."
Then the screen went black, and they were gone. As if she'd been given a window of hope only to have it slammed shut and locked again.
"Oh, god! No! No!" she cried, pleading with Mikhail. Trying futilely to place the picture back on the screen by pushing buttons on the console. Sobbing, she placed her hands back on the now-dead monitor.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 25, 2007 15:54:06 GMT -5
"Notice today's date, this is live."
She stepped closer to focus on the screen showing the newspaper and watched as the camera panned up to some sort of playground. A little boy was running toward a swing and trailing after him was a woman in a floral dress, smiling and laughing as she caught up with him. Juliet's breath caught in her chest as she realized who the woman was. It was Rachel. Her sister. Looking alive and well, the colorful headscarves replaced by long curly tresses of hair that had grown back after the chemo. And Rachel was there with her little boy, a child that every doctor and every scientific fact had told them would never exist.
"Oh my god," she uttered in disbelief, running up to the monitor and placing her hands on the screen. "Oh! Oh my god!
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 25, 2007 14:06:27 GMT -5
Juliet had hesitantly entered Mikhail's domain, laying her book on a nearby table and occupying herself with looking around while Ben and Mikhail talked business. She folded her arms and made herself as inconspicuous as possible, still unsure why she was here.
"Can we uplink to Richard in Acadia Park, please."
Acadia Park? Her attention snapped to the wall of monitors at the familiar name. Where she and her sister had spent so many sunny afternoons back in Miami. In happier times. Why was Richard there? She began to move slowly toward the two men as they continued to talk.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 23, 2007 14:27:46 GMT -5
"This will be good. I promise."
She stayed silent, continuing to follow him into the small shack at Mikhail's prompting. As if his promises meant anything. She'd called him a liar just the day before, and he'd insisted that he had kept his word. But until she saw proof to the contrary, she would always believe he was a liar.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 23, 2007 11:48:56 GMT -5
She trudged along behind him in defiant silence as they made the trek to the island's communications hub that, for whatever reason, had been christened The Flame. As far as she knew, the Ukrainian soldier Mikhail usually stayed out here by himself with only the company of a few farm animals and his cat. And she wasn't sure what that had to do with her.
"Mikhail? We're here...He never has his walkie on!"
"Ben, why are we here?" she asked.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 13, 2007 10:41:06 GMT -5
Status: Other Name: Juliet Burke Age: 34 Occupation back home: Fertility Doctor/Researcher Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: The Island Skills: Medical knowledge; can handle herself in a fight; knows how to find people’s buttons and subsequently push them; preparation of sandwiches and soup Weaknesses/bad habits: seems to adhere to an “ends justify the means” philosophy; hides her true motives; manipulative; dependent on the leader of the Others; baking muffins Frequent moods/expressions: stoic, even-tempered, compassionate, driven, determined, straightforward, can be calculating and deceptive when need be Reason for flight: N/A Item from wreckage: N/A
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Post by platinumblonde on Oct 5, 2007 16:36:43 GMT -5
New day, fresh start, less confusion. All good things.
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Post by platinumblonde on Oct 3, 2007 20:14:44 GMT -5
Actually, I don't think a consensus was ever reached among us. Some were for skipping ahead to the next day, some wanted to get more some stuff done on this day. So maybe we can just meet in the middle and let it be the evening of Day 2 in Othersville?
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