|
Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 9, 2012 17:25:25 GMT -8
Fuselage and Surrounding AreaThe crash site where the mid-section of the plane, or fuselage, is located, as well as the area surrounding the fuselage.
The fuselage now appears as a burnt shell of what it used to be after the funeral on the 5th night.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.
|
|
|
Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 13, 2012 21:55:17 GMT -8
Day 2
Clouds form and move in over the island. The sound of
thunder grows louder and it suddenly begins pouring heavy rain.
People everywhere are running for cover.
|
|
|
Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 14, 2012 20:33:02 GMT -8
Suddenly, the trees near the beach start to move as if
something is working it's way along the treeline. It's the
same thing that was making the loud noises and knocking
down trees last night only this time, it is eerily silent.
|
|
|
Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 15, 2012 3:35:22 GMT -8
GWEN
When the pouring rain started, she'd ducked under the collapsed wing of the plane with several others, including a pregnant girl and an African-American woman. Their thoughts of simply seeking shelter were soon pushed aside by a disturbance in the jungle again.
"There it is again," Claire observed.
"They're out there looking for the cockpit," Gwen added gravely.
"Oh my God," Rose exhaled.
|
|
|
Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 18, 2012 22:27:53 GMT -8
The heavy rain and thunder stops just as abruptly as it had
begun. The clouds part and the warm sunshine has returned.
|
|
Severin Darling
Slightly Addicted
Cashy-money: $2,600
plg%%Patrick Severin Darling%%
Posts: 104
|
Post by Severin Darling on Jun 19, 2012 14:21:51 GMT -8
Severin hadn’t found shoes yet, but they hadn’t been his priority. He’d seen to a few wounds, helped tie a few bandages, and when it became clear that the gap between life-threatening and superficial had vanished, he set about looking for his pills. He hadn’t been off them for a long time, not since before the asylum, and to go off them suddenly didn’t seem helpful under the circumstances.
There was no luck, not yet. He lazily kicked over an open, empty suitcase as he reached into another pile, still not finding his case. It was probably underwater. "Damn," he said aloud.
|
|
|
Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 20, 2012 11:54:00 GMT -8
SHANNON (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
"That's how I felt," she offered, "till I actually found my bag." It was comforting to have those few possessions. It meant she wouldn't have to rely on Boone so much. Anyway, the rescue boats were coming so she'd only need a few changes of clothes.
|
|
Severin Darling
Slightly Addicted
Cashy-money: $2,600
plg%%Patrick Severin Darling%%
Posts: 104
|
Post by Severin Darling on Jun 20, 2012 12:52:26 GMT -8
Severin saw the blonde lingering in his peripheral vision. He turned to her. "I fear my bag is at the bottom of the ocean right now," he said, and glanced down at his bare feet sinking in the sand. "Along with my shoes, apparently." He shrugged with an easy smile.
|
|
|
Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 20, 2012 16:20:10 GMT -8
SHANNON (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
"Well, it is a beach. I think it's okay to go barefoot," she offered. After all, he seemed to be taking the loss in stride. "But you guys probably don't do that in England."
|
|
Severin Darling
Slightly Addicted
Cashy-money: $2,600
plg%%Patrick Severin Darling%%
Posts: 104
|
Post by Severin Darling on Jun 21, 2012 11:38:13 GMT -8
"No, England isn't exactly suitable. Actually, I was going to start living in America, but ah..." He looked around at the wreckage. "I think that plan has been postponed."
Severin ran one hand back through his by-now messy hair, and noted that the young girl (a woman, really, but still someone he thought of as a young person) had pretty immaculate hair. Sometimes priorities were subjective. "I'm Patrick Severin Darling."
|
|
|
Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 21, 2012 15:48:19 GMT -8
((OOC: And freshly manicured toenails )) SHANNON (temp-play by Kristi Lynne) "Your name's Darling? Bet that went over well at school," she remarked. "I'm Shannon." She extended her hand. "Sorry about your bag. Those Oceanic people are gonna' have a hell of a time dealing with lost luggage."
|
|
Severin Darling
Slightly Addicted
Cashy-money: $2,600
plg%%Patrick Severin Darling%%
Posts: 104
|
Post by Severin Darling on Jun 22, 2012 2:20:05 GMT -8
"Your name's Darling? Bet that went over well at school,"
"It could charitably be described as 'lively'," said Severin, deciding not to ask if she'd ever seen Blackadder. "It's a pleasure, Shannon." He took her hand when it was offered. "And I think I might have to switch airlines following this little adventure."
He paused for a moment. "Were you travel ling with anyone?" The question, he'd noticed, was quickly becoming a conversation-starter among other survivors. It was like asking if you lived near your workplace or commuted from somewhere else. Severin thought it was a little strange, but understandable: most people liked to force a sense of the mundane into extraordinary situations even when it didn't quite work. He counted himself as one of them.
|
|
|
Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 22, 2012 15:56:16 GMT -8
SHANNON (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
"Were you traveling with anyone?"
"My brother, Boone," she replied with an automatic eye-roll. "He came to Australia to rescue me. And he'll never let me forget it."
She took a seat on the sand and folded her long legs beneath her, reapplying a fresh coat of lip gloss and puckering her lips before tucking it back in her make-up bag. "Why were you going to America? For a job?" she inquired.
|
|
Severin Darling
Slightly Addicted
Cashy-money: $2,600
plg%%Patrick Severin Darling%%
Posts: 104
|
Post by Severin Darling on Jun 22, 2012 16:07:46 GMT -8
Severin allowed himself a mild smile at her eye-roll. He then glanced up at the sun, then at the rolling waves. "It's complicated," he said, fully aware of just how un-satisfying such an answer was. Severin sat down in the sand near her with a slight exhale. "I was looking for an old friend."
He turned his head to look at her. "Your brother sounds like he's very concerned for you."
|
|
|
Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 24, 2012 17:05:54 GMT -8
SHANNON (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
"He's concerned about being right," she replied, her glossy lips set into a frown. "Give it an hour or two, he'll tell you exactly what you should be doing with your life."
|
|
Severin Darling
Slightly Addicted
Cashy-money: $2,600
plg%%Patrick Severin Darling%%
Posts: 104
|
Post by Severin Darling on Jun 24, 2012 17:32:55 GMT -8
Severin leaned back on his elbows. "Well, maybe he'll give me sound guidance. Or lend me his shoes," he said. "Family can be...tricky, I know."
|
|
|
Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 26, 2012 16:17:02 GMT -8
SHANNON (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
"He's not even family. His mom married my dad, and then she made my life hell after he died. Like mother, like son," she mused, zipping her bag closed with a frustrated flourish. If she was gonna' be stuck here all day, she might as well work on her tan. She stood and brushed the sand from her legs. "Good luck finding your stuff," she offered before departing for another piece of beach.
|
|
|
Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 26, 2012 16:24:42 GMT -8
MICHAEL & WALT (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
***Michael and Walt enter from the Jungle Outskirts***
Michael didn't want to panic anyone. Yet. Everyone was still shaken up after the crash. Understandably so. And they couldn't deal with whatever was in those trees, but they could deal with whoever was a problem here among the survivors. He approached one of the women still wearing her flight attendant uniform. "Excuse me, miss?"
Gwen looked up from scouring the wreckage, awkwardly balancing pieces of metal tucked in her elbow. "Yes, sir?"
He looked around, then leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "My son found these, out in the woods," he said, showing her the handcuffs. "They weren't far from here. I just wondered if...you knew if someone on the plane was....?"
She shook her head. "No, no, we weren't aware of any prisoner transport."
"But there was an air marshal on the flight?"
"I assume so, but we don't know who they are," she answered. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm as surprised as you."
|
|
|
Post by Simon Tam on Jun 30, 2012 8:12:09 GMT -8
Sawyer had already moved past the shock and into the acceptance phase of what had happened. Maybe it was some sort of karmic payback for what happened in Australia, or for all the other stuff that happened elsewhere. But that didn't mean he couldn't make the best of the situation. After all, there was sun, sand, surf, vulnerable folk, and a bunch of unclaimed belongings that were now community property. He'd even managed to find a gun and a marshal's badge. Finders, keepers might as well be the law of the land while they were stuck here. As he was scavenging another pack of cigarettes, his ears picked up on the conversation between a guy and one of the flight attendants. And then he saw the handcuffs. No wonder the guy with the shrapnel in his belly had been packing heat.
"Somethin' you want to share with the group?" he inquired as he approached Michael and Gwen.
"It's nothing you should be concerned about, sir," Gwen replied, trying to keep a lid on the situation.
"There was a prisoner on board," Michael answered, holding up the handcuffs. "My kid found these. She says she doesn't know where they came from."
Sawyer turned his attention on the stewardess. "Come on, 'fess up, Poppins. Which one of us is a convicted killer?" He scanned the people nearby and nodded his head toward a dark-skinned man who'd been tending to the signal fires. "It's the Arab, idn't it? I saw him get pulled out of line before the flight."
"As I told this gentleman, I don't know," Gwen huffed. "And there's no need to throw around idle accusations."
Michael interjected, "Hey, I'm just trying to protect my kid. We got enough problems without an escaped prisoner!"
|
|
|
Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 30, 2012 23:24:03 GMT -8
SAYID
"Come on, 'fess up, Poppins. Which one of us is a convicted killer?" "It's the Arab, idn't it? I saw him get pulled out of line before the flight."
Sayid was near enough to hear the man's comment and he was sure it was no accident. Normally, Sayid ignored the stereotypes he overheard. Maybe it was the fact that the man was not only intentionally speaking loud enough for him to hear but that he also appeared to be trying to turn a small group of people against him using the simple truth that he had, in fact, been pulled out of line. That combined with everything else that has happened in the past 24 hours was enough to push the calmest of men over the edge.
"Hey!" he shouted, getting the attention of the man. "If you have something to say about me, why don't you be a man about it and say it to my face?"
SAWYER
Sawyer smirked before turning and walking toward the man. He'd been itchin' to blow off some steam and a fight would definitely scratch that itch. "Yah, I got somethin' to say." He got up in the man's face. "You crashed the plane. Those 'cuffs were on you. Go ahead and deny it." He emphasized each 'you' with a jab to the man's chest.
Sayid shoved Sawyer and it was all it took for the whole thing to go downhill. The jabs turned to shoves and the flying insults turned to flying punches.
|
|
|
Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 30, 2012 23:34:16 GMT -8
The commotion of a fight between Sayid and Sawyer
is heard and some survivors gather around to watch.
|
|
The Jester Of Tortuga
Ready Player One RPG
Cashy-money: $53,400
A Batman Who Laughs Is A Batman Who Wins
Posts: 2,739
Ready Player One RPG:
- Morrigan Ashen
_________________________
X-Men RPG:
- Hope Summers
_________________________
Lost RPG:
- Lillian-Rose Craven
- Stu Miley
_________________________
Once Upon a Time RPG:
- Oogie Boogie/Ken Calloway
_________________________
|
Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Jul 1, 2012 1:00:20 GMT -8
***Stu arrives from F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
Stu 'Smiley' Miley
Stu heard the commotion and instantly knew what was happening, Stu took off in the direction of the commotion leaving Heidi behind in his excitement. Upon seeing the commotion Stu was pleasantly surprised to see exactly what he was thinking it was going to be, and oh what a sight it was, it filled him with a feeling of Disney wonder that he didn't want to leave. Stu watched the two men fight with a wide smile on his face, he knew most people would think he was a sadist but Stu wasn't getting off on watching two people fight, it was the memories of his own fights, the freedom it granted, adrenaline and pain were the greatest drug one could have and Stu was gladly addicted to them both. He watched the fists fly dreading the moment someone grew enough balls to try and stop them, and if he was anyone else he might have...but he wasn't and he was going to enjoy every bloody minute of it. With each punch thrown Stu got a flash back a punch he had given or received, if only they were a challenge Stu might have jumped in and showed them how a fighter really does it instead of this cringe worthy performance. Stu took the cigarette pack out of his pocket and put one in his mouth before lighting it (like one may do after sex) without taking any consideration to any one else around him. Stu exhaled blowing smoke out before saying "F**king amateurs!"
|
|
|
Post by Simon Tam on Jul 1, 2012 10:05:08 GMT -8
***Ana Lucia, Charlie, Jack, and Kate return from Day 2 EVENT - Trek to Cockpit to Get Transceiver***
Gwen gave Michael a glare that she hoped fully expressed her sentiment of "Thank you so bloody much!" as they both tried and failed to keep the situation from escalating. The verbal attacks turned into a physical one, and a crowd was beginning to gather.
"Come on, guys!" Michael weakly protested, as no one else seemed interested in intervening.
Sayid punched Sawyer in the face, which the Southerner repaid with a swift kick to the other man's stomach. He threw a right hook that missed, while Sayid ducked and connected a swift punch to Sawyer's leg. As he was kneeling, Sawyer grabbed a handful of sand and tossed it in Sayid's face. This gave him the opportunity to rush the Iraqi and pin him to the ground, beginning a new flurry of punches.
Upon their arrival back from the hike, Jack rushed in and took hold of Sawyer, pulling him away while Michael held back Sayid. "Hey! Break it up. Break it up! Come on! That's it! It's over! That's it!"
"Son of a bitch!" Sawyer yelled, struggling against Jack's restraint.
Sayid spat back, "I'm sick of this redneck!"
"You want some more of me, boy?"
"Tell everyone what you told me! Tell them that I crashed the plane! Go on! Tell them I made the plane crash!" "The shoe fits, buddy!"
"What is going on?" Jack demanded, once the two men were sufficiently separated.
Michael held the handcuffs out to Jack. "Look, my kid found these in the jungle." "And this guy," Sawyer began, with a wave of his hand at Sayid, "was sitting in the back row of business class, the whole flight, never got up. Hands folded underneath the blanket. And for some reason -- just pointin' this out -- the guy sittin' next to him didn't make it." Sayid stood with his hands on his hips, catching his breath. "Thank you so much for observing my behavior."
"You don't think I saw them pull you out of line before we boarded?" Sawyer added.
Sayid tried to get to Sawyer again to hit him.
"Come on, bring it!" the Southerner taunted.
|
|
|
Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 1, 2012 10:57:46 GMT -8
Kate couldn't believe. They were all on here, crashed on an island and all stuck in the same situation. Here these two were, throwing punches. If they only knew how much more they were up against. Images of the pilot ripped out of the window, his blood splattering, running from that thing, and quivering with more fear than she'd ever felt in her life in the jungle, then finding the pilot's tattered corpse way up in a tree. And now, someone had found the handcuffs and the accusations started to fly. It was all just too much.
"Come on, bring it!"
"STOP!" Kate shouted. When she saw Sayid back off, she calmed herself and continued. "We found the transceiver, but it's not working. Can anybody help?"
Sayid stepped forward. "Yes. I might be able to."
"Oh great. Perfect! Let's trust this guy!" Sawyer huffed.
Hurley tried his hand at calming things down. "Hey! We're all this together, man. Let's treat each other with a little respect."
"Shut up, Lardo." Sawyer glared at Hurley.
Jack finally stepped in. "Hey! Give it a break."
Sawyer put his hands up in mock defeat. "Whatever you say, doc. You're the hero."
Boone had been standing by, waiting for an update but things were still steering in the wrong direction so he finally interjected. "You guys found the cockpit?" Jack nodded. "Any survivors?"
"No." They'd all agreed to keep quiet on what they'd seen so Jack didn't need to give out warning glances to the other three.
After studying the transceiver, Sayid said, "It's dual band, military spec. Chances are, the battery is good, but - the radio is dead."
"Can you fix it?" Kate asked hopefully.
Sayid gave a slight nod, signifying that it was possible but not guaranteed. "I need some time." Their situation gave him a limited amount of tools to work with and he hoped the damage was superficial.
Now that things had calmed, Rose approached Jack. "Doctor, the... man with the shrapnel, I... I think you should take a look at him."
The marshal. Kate wondered if he'd come to and if he'd said anything. Judging by the fact that nobody knew who the cuffs had been on, she felt her secret was safe. At least for now. It was best if she kept her distance from the marshal. Kate watched Jack and Rose walk away and then turned and headed the opposite direction.
***Kate leaves for G3 - Beach and Shore***
|
|
|
Post by Kristi Lynne on Jul 1, 2012 18:15:20 GMT -8
GWEN
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Apparently none of the flight crew in first class had survived, or the people on the hike would have said so or brought them back. There would be time to deal with that later. For now, she had work to do. She gathered the long metal pieces she'd collected and returned to the injured girl.
***Gwen leaves for F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
|
|
|
Post by Doctor Lassie on Jul 11, 2012 15:38:55 GMT -8
***Mia enters from F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
She started to dig through what she supposed was abandoned luggage, with a sense of urgency as well as respect for the presumed deceased owners. Still, it was going to take forever with that many passengers and at least one checked bag each. She shuddered at the math; it was a lot, that was understood.
"Excuse me, sir," she addressed a tall, slender man who looked as if he'd stepped out of a Merchant Ivory film. "Can I ask a huge favor? Might be some Italian leather loafers in it for you." She held up a pair of shoes she'd just found that could be perfect for his bare feet.
|
|
Severin Darling
Slightly Addicted
Cashy-money: $2,600
plg%%Patrick Severin Darling%%
Posts: 104
|
Post by Severin Darling on Jul 11, 2012 16:02:32 GMT -8
Severin turned to face the blonde. "Well, as much as I enjoy the mystery of not knowing whether I'm going to step on sand or pieces of airplane...I think I'll compete for the loafers," he said. "How can I help you, Miss?"
|
|
|
Post by Doctor Lassie on Jul 11, 2012 17:55:03 GMT -8
And he had the accent to match? Awesome! She would flip out if his name turned out to be Darcy or Heathcliff. "Yeah, probably best to avoid any potential tetanus situations," she suggested. "Um, Jack...the doctor...he asked me to track down some medication in people's bags. Especially antibiotics, anything that says -mycin or -cillin. Got time to help me look?" she inquired, her eyebrows raised hopefully.
|
|
Severin Darling
Slightly Addicted
Cashy-money: $2,600
plg%%Patrick Severin Darling%%
Posts: 104
|
Post by Severin Darling on Jul 11, 2012 18:15:10 GMT -8
Severin nodded. "It's an important priority, not to state the obvious," he said with a shrug and a smile. "I'd be happy to help. As it turns out, I have a great deal of time in-between staring out at the ocean with a thoughtful gaze."
He looked up at the remains of the fuselage and the strewn wreckage around it. "A little difficult to know where to start among all this, but...shall we?" He smiled and gestured to the piles of discarded rummage. "Oh, my name is Severin Darling, by the way."
|
|
|
Post by Doctor Lassie on Jul 11, 2012 18:31:33 GMT -8
Heh, Darling. Easy to remember at least. "Mia Lassiter," she replied. "Nice to meet you. You can add the 'doctor' if you want to be formal but since I've been moving bodies around all day, might as well keep it casual."
She approached the plane wreckage, mentally mapping a route. Guess it was a good thing her friend Sharon had forced her to climb the rock wall so many times at the gym. "Most smart people keep their prescription meds in their carry-on, so let's see how smart our fellow passengers are...were," she added softly. It couldn't be denied that the torn and shattered fuselage was now a living tomb. She could detach herself from the dead bodies--that was part of the job--but these people had friends and family that might not even have had the chance to miss them yet. She wondered how long it would be before anyone missed her.
Anyway, business to attend to. The fuselage being upside down made it easier to access the overhead bins, some of which had already popped open. She retrieved the nearest bags and tossed them to Severin before moving forward along the aisle. "Heads up, Darling!"
|
|