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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 2, 2012 12:20:18 GMT -8
Regular Routine Interrupted by Island Quaking and Plane Breaking Apart in the Sky
Wednesday, September 22, 2004. Another day on the island started out
like normal. Seven of the eight members of the book club are gathered
at Juliet's house for a book club meeting. Today's meeting to discuss
Carrie by Stephen King will not go as planned. The island begins to quake. When it settles, a loud roaring sound is
heard overhead and everyone hurries outside to investigate. A plane is
seen flying overhead. Planes are never seen near the island as the island
is protected and nothing unscheduled has ever been seen near the island.
This one was clearly in distress. An unnatural sound, too low, trailing smoke. The sound of grinding metal and the plane brakes into three, plummeting to separate parts of the island. (The crash in synchronized real-time.)
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Post by Benjamin Linus on Jun 3, 2012 17:25:42 GMT -8
The sky was splitting. That was what it sounded like, and for a brief moment when he stared upward, what it looked like. A tear in the world.
Benjamin Linus stood rooted to the ground, his unblinking eyes fixed on the sight. A plane, a large one, ripping in half as if God himself was pulling the pieces apart. The sounds were monstrous. A harrowing screech, followed by a crashing thunderous sound that swooped through the sky down on them as it ripped apart in mid flight, three pieces falling in separate places. His eyes drifted away from the cockpit, looking at the fuselage, and the tail section.
He was shocked, and scared, for a second, just a second. A second was all he would allow himself.
"Goodwin," said Ben, his voice firm and decisive. He looked over to see the wavy-haired man jog over to him. "Did you see where the tail landed?"
"Yeah," said Goodwin. "Probably in the water."
"You run, you can make that shore in an hour." he instructed, and turned to another soldier. A tall man with a sharply carved set of features. "Ethan? Get to that fuselage, there may actually be survivors....and you're one of them."
Back to Goodwin. "A passenger, in shock." To Ethan. "Think up of an adequate story if they ask, stay quiet if they don't."
He looked at Ethan more than Goodwin when relaying his next order. "Don't get involved." He looked at both of them. "Go."
And with that, they were off, shooting past the fences they knew had been turned off. Another moment, and they were in the jungle. Neither showed any sign of slowing. A blonde woman caught his eye. The same blonde woman that always caught his eye and held his gaze, the same woman who ran through all the corridors of his mind and rattled the doors until nothing was quite in order. He moved toward Juliet Burke, and glanced at the book she clutched. "So, I guess I'm out of the book club."
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