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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 5, 2012 17:37:58 GMT -8
JACK (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
He tried to shield the pregnant woman from the percussive wave of noise and heat. This certainly wasn't going to help her condition. "Listen to me! Look at me!" he said emphatically. "You're going to be okay, do you understand me? But you have to sit absolutely still!" His attention was drawn away again by the young man improperly administering CPR to an unconscious woman. That was the next thing he needed to deal with. But first to make sure someone took care of this girl. "Hey, you!" he called to an overweight man with curly hair standing nearby. "Come here! I need you to get this woman away from these fumes! Take her over there. Stay with her. If her contractions occur any closer than three minutes apart, call out for me." He stood and handed his watch to the man. "Oh, you got to be kidding me."
"I'll be right back, okay?"
"Thank you," the girl said, as Jack started to run off.
"Hey! What's your name?"
"Jack," he answered.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 5, 2012 19:14:36 GMT -8
She didn't have the physical strength to move the massive pieces of debris, nor the medical skills to help the injured. So she figured the best way to keep calm and productive at this point was to see what she could salvage from the fuselage--food, water, any sort of medicine. Since the cabin had been turned upside down, it was easier to access the overhead bins that had been thrown open. Though it was easier to get disoriented as she tried her best not to touch any of the now deceased passengers still restrained in their seats. A sudden and loud boom sent her flying into a row of lifeless bodies, and she scrambled back to the mangled opening of the fuselage, trying to breathe even though the air was filled with the sickening fumes of death and burning fuel.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 5, 2012 23:19:58 GMT -8
BOONE (temp-play by Hollywood Heidi)
Boone had checked the vital signs of the woman lying on the ground. She was still alive but her breathing was so shallow it was hardly detectable. He was getting ready to administer CPR when the engine exploded. Automatically, he instinctively curls himself into a protective shell over the woman's head to avoid any potential damage to her. When things seem clear again, he holds her nose and starts blowing into her mouth.
"Stop! Her head's not tilted far back enough. You're blowing air into her stomach."
Boone stopped and looked up at the man. "You sure?"
The man gestures for him to move over. Boone does so and watches the man start giving the woman mouth-to-mouth.
"That's exactly what I was doing," he said defensively, adding for good measure, "I'm a lifeguard. I'm licensed."
"Yeah, well, you need to seriously think about giving that license back."
For a moment, Boone was irked but the man seemed to really mean it literally rather than as an insult and the confidence in which he'd taken over seemed like he knew what he was doing. The woman wasn't responding to the CPR so Boone suggested the only other thing he could think. "Maybe we should do one of those hole things. You know, stick the pen in the throat?"
"Yeah," the man said. "Good idea. You go get me a pen."
Anxious to be of use, Boone nodded and ran off.
HEIDI
As I was stepping out of the trees, there was an explosion and I reflexively turned away from it and covered my head with my arms. I felt the heat of it and turned to look. Thankfully, I had been far enough away to avoid any pieces of flying metal. Unfortunately, it looked like some people weren't as lucky. But then again, this was the first time I was seeing the carnage. I had no idea what damage had already been done to people before that explosion.
Hearing distressed breathing a short distance to my right, I saw a little girl curled up struggling for breath. I ran over and knelt down in front her her. "Hey, are you alright?" I recalled what my grandmother always used to tell us when we were having trouble breathing whether it was shortness of breathe or choking after swallowing down the wrong pipe. "Try to calm down. Breathe slowly. In through the nose, out through the mouth." I demonstrated, breathing in slowly through my nose and then slowly exhaling.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 5, 2012 23:26:58 GMT -8
Sarah had her eyes closed and had calmed herself down as much as she possibly could on her own. But it was enough to bring her back to her senses, but she still couldn't breath. When she heard the lady next to her, she opened her eyes and nodded her head. She closed her eyes and calmed herself, breathing slowly and calming. She mostly understood because of the tone and the actions, she breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth and smiled. "Merci, madame." she smiled and wrapped herself around her.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 5, 2012 23:46:42 GMT -8
The extent of my knowledge of French was being able to count to three and I could sing the words to Frère Jacques and that one line from that Moulin Rouge song though I had no idea what I was saying when singing them, not that any of those would help right now. The one other thing I knew was that merci meant thank you.
"You're wel-" the little girl momentarily took me by surprise when she wrapped her arms around me. "You're welcome," I said as I patted her back. I held her away from me so I could see her face. "Are you okay now? There's lots of people who need help. I'm sure we could find a way for you to help, too." God I hope she understood some English otherwise this was gonna go nowhere fast.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 6, 2012 8:57:46 GMT -8
She had no idea what the woman was saying, she was still shut off. Yet she knew the woman was about to leave, so she released her and blinked a few times. "Okay," she said with a smile and sat down on the sand, there wasn't much she could do right now. She was of no use to anything and now that she could breath on her own, now that she was calm she was really tired. "Je dors maintenant."
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Post by PMS And a Gun on Jun 6, 2012 16:57:29 GMT -8
Upon the explosion Ana's eyebrows raised and her eyes grew wide in horror as if trying not to jump so that she wouldn't frighten Alisha. A man was wandering around, he seemed older and a little more calm despite the given circumstances. This could be a bad or good thing she noted to herself. "Sir!" the former cop jumped up hoping to get his attention. "She isn't to be on her feet, all right? Watch her." the young woman instructed him as he nodded and she soon took off to the sounds of a little voice.
There in all the chaos sat a little girl who had to be about eight years old from the looks of it just as another woman was making her way away from the child. Ana Lucia's heart sank and she quickly made her way over in a kneeling position to get eye level with Sarah. "Hey." she spoke calmly and soothingly and reached out a hand to push some of Sarah's hair away from her eyes.
"We have a little girl over there about your age, her name is Jessie." the girl pointed towards the other kid with the redheaded woman whom she instructed to watch over Jessie.
"I won't let anything happen to you, both of you. All right?" trying her best to smile and smile she did in the most warm of ways. Her hazel gaze followed a younger man's as he was wandering around frantically looking for pens. That was just weird, this place was beyond weird.
Cortez shook her head at the crazy college kid and then eyed the doctor, it was Jack! The Latina's smile grew even wider and she held out her hand to Sarah. "Come with me?" offering her it in an attempt to bring the little girl up to her feet.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 6, 2012 18:19:23 GMT -8
The day has progressed into late afternoon.
The sun is beginning to set and the air is beginning to cool to a comfortable temperature.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 6, 2012 21:43:51 GMT -8
JACK (temp-play by Hollywood Heidi)
Jack was in pain. He'd been in pain since the crash and it had only been getting worse as the minutes and hours passed but there were so many injured and barely hanging on. He'd have to take care of himself soon otherwise he'd be no use to anyone.
The chaos had gradually faded to acceptance of the situation and the screams of pain had lessened to scattered quiet groans and whimpers as those injured had either been treated, blacked out, or had succumbed to their injuries. Now was the time he could start looking to take care of his needs. Jack started looking through luggage until he thankfully came across a sewing kit.
He started to make his way to a secluded place when he thought he heard a call for help. It was so weak he almost thought he'd imagined it but he hadn't. He altered his direction a bit and jogged over to a woman lying in the sand. The sand under her right was red where the blood had been dripping from the wound caused by a piece of shrapnel sticking out her side.
"Hey," he said as he began checking over her vitals. "You're going to be fine." He wanted to keep her conscious so he started engaging her in small talk. "My name's Jack. I'm a doctor. What's your name?"
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 6, 2012 22:10:26 GMT -8
In and out, in and out and soon she had no idea where she was. She wasn't sure how long she had been mumbling for help but soon someone came. she looked up to see the man and smiled, "Jinx." her stage name was shorter, she wasn't sure if she could get her whole name out. she blinked a few times and tried to clear her head some more. "help." Her eyes fluttered and she started to lose consciousness again. But he wouldn't let her, she opened her eyes again.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 6, 2012 22:38:29 GMT -8
"Hey." The woman touched her but it wasn't a bad kind, just tucked some hair away from her face. Then she started to talk, and Sarah had no idea what she was saying. "We have a little girl over there about your age, her name is Jessie." she followed her pointing and saw another girl and she figured the lady wanted her over with the girl. when she put her hand out, she sighed and wasn't sure she wanted to take it. but she did anyways and let herself be led, wherever she was being led too. She looked back at Heidi and waved bye, she rally wanted to stay with her.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 6, 2012 22:43:08 GMT -8
JACK (temp-play by Hollywood Heidi)
"You're going to be okay, Jinx," he said. Strange name, had to be a nickname, though somewhere in his mind, it was vaguely familiar. He was too busy concentrating on what he was doing.
"Okay Jinx, I'm going to have to remove the shrapnel from your side. It looks like the bleeding has eased up but when I remove this shrapnel, it'll bleed a bit more. Perfectly normal. Just stay still."
Jack looked around and grabbed the handle of a duffle bag and dragged it over, taking out the first piece of clean clothing he found. He grabbed one of the little airline liquor bottles he'd collected from the wreckage out of his pocket. Only two left now and after this, there'd be just the one to clean his own wound. He'd been planning on downing that second bottle to numb his own pain as he tried to work on his own wound but he'd have to do without.
"Alright," he said as he unscrewed the bottle. "I'm gonna pour a little alcohol on the wound to disinfect it. It's gonna sting." He did as he said, waiting for her to be perfectly still again. "Now we need to get that shrapnel out of your side and get you cleaned up and sewn up. We're going to do this carefully."
Jack carefully examined the shrapnel, figuring the angle it had entered her side so that he could remove it exactly as it had entered, avoiding any additional damage. "Okay," he said, looking her in the eye. "You're going to be fine. Just breathe normally. Concentrate on keeping as still as possible. Here we go." Jack put his attention back on the shrapnel and carefully removed it while continuing to speak to her in a soothing and encouraging voice. When it was finally out, he held the clean piece of clothing to it, applying pressure. Luckily, it did not bleed too much. No artery had been nicked. He thanked God for that because out here, without his medical tools, she would have been as good as dead.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 6, 2012 23:04:38 GMT -8
Jasmine nodded her head and smiled she was about to say something, when she felt the burning pain she felt like she could scream. but she stilled and found all her senses "Jesus christ that hurt," the first four coherent words out of her mouth. and before she knew it the metal was removed from her side and she felt her whole body slump. "That hurt." she looked up at him and felt her head spin, "T-thanks."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 6, 2012 23:41:35 GMT -8
JACK (Hollywood Heidi)
He continued to put pressure on the wound as he looked back at her. "You're welcome. You're doing great," he said with an encouraging smile. "We're almost done. Just need to clean the wound and then sew you up."
He took the piece of clothing away to examine and was relieved to find that it hadn't bled too much more after he'd removed the shrapnel. "Okay, I've got to clean it. It's going to sting again." Jack folded the material over to a clean side and alternated between pouring alcohol and carefully swabbing the wound clean while continuing to speak in a soothing voice and encouraging voice, assuring that she was doing great.
Once he was satisfied, he grabbed the sewing kit and took out a needle, pouring the rest of the alcohol on it to sanitize it, then grabbed the black thread. "We're going to sew up that wound now. You're almost done. The worst is over," he reassured.
The pain in Jack's side was becoming unbearable. Every movement felt like a stab in his side but he pushed on. He carefully sewed up the wound and tied it off. "We're done," he said. "You're going to be fine but you have to be very careful. Don't overdo it. You'll need to be sure you keep that covered until it heels." He shuffled through the duffel bag again and grabbed the first button-up shirt he saw. "Put this on right away." He helped her to sit up and helped her on with shirt. "This is long enough to keep it covered and loose enough that it won't be rubbing against the wound and irritating it. You need to make sure that it's protected from sand, the sun, and if you go into the water for any reason, don't let it get wet. You'll have to take good care of that side until help gets here."
By this point, Jack was having trouble holding back from flinching. He waved someone over to stay with Jinx and help her out if she needed help and quickly made his way to a secluded beach through the trees.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 7, 2012 0:02:43 GMT -8
Time has passed and it is now evening. Bonfires have been
set up and most people have gathered in groups around them. Talk of
the crash is heard coming from all directions. Suddenly, a strange, loud, almost mechanical-like sound is
heard coming from the jungle bringing conversations to a halt and drawing
the attention of everyone. People start to get up and move toward the
trees. Suddenly, trees are moving and getting smashed down as if
something was making it's way down the incline and toward the survivors.
Some move in closer for a better look, others back up.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 7, 2012 5:32:59 GMT -8
After the sun had set, signal fires had begun to burn at different spots along the beach. They had retrieved some of the food and water from the fuselage and a man named Hurley had been kind enough to help her distribute them among the survivors. It was airline food, not exactly appetizing at optimal heat and barely edible at ambient temperature, but at least it was something to give everyone that was left after the crash.
Survivors--well, that's what they were now. In her years of flying, there'd been close calls but every flight ended on a runway somewhere. There was nothing here, just sand and trees. She'd been sitting and talking with a group around the fire when a sudden howl cut through the quiet. Everyone turned toward the noise to see large trees falling like twigs. It was like something she'd seen in "Jurassic Park." But there couldn't possibly be a T-Rex in that jungle. Could there? The noise continued, and it seemed to come from everywhere. Would it be safe here, or did they need to move?
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 7, 2012 9:28:45 GMT -8
Little Sarah
Over the course of the day, Sarah started to feel comfortable with herself. relaxed if you will and by the time she woke up from her nap, she was back to herself again. She was able to talk and be understood, she explained to the girl Jessie her condition and the girl just nodded. "I'm s-sorry about your mom." was all she could muster before she looked out at the waves and then scooted closer to the fire with the others.
When the roar sounded she jumped up and looked towards the sound, her whole body going stiff with terror. They were not alone and something was out there, they could be picked off one by one. "The people who died were the lucky ones, now we're going to be eaten." Sarah's eyes were wide and she found herself curling into Jessie for protection, Mr. Floppers securely in her arm.
JINX
The man, the doctor named Jack had done his job and cleaned out her wound. Stitched it up and gave her some instructions, she found herself nodding. She let him slip on the shirt, helping him as much as he could. "Thanks, I won't forget your kindness." She rested back as the doctor waved someone over, smiling as the boy looked nervous. "I'm not going to die." She smiled and closed her eyes, doing her best to ignore the dull pain in her side. she felt better knowing she just needed rest and she be as good as new.
When she woke up she noticed it was dark and warm, someone had moved her and she was now at a safe distance. A group of people were close by and she smiled as they looked nervously at her. At least people know who I am, she though quietly to herself. She took the drink of water that was offered her and swallowed, resting back just as the sound echoed through the night, "What the hell was that?" she wanted to stand but felt her body argue- great so if they had to run she'd be stuck here.
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Post by Lee-o on Jun 7, 2012 9:44:30 GMT -8
I had been in and out of sleep all day since the crash, my leg didn't hurt so bad now. I was grateful to that woman who popped my leg in place and i hoped i'd be able to walk soon. a couple of guys came and got me away from the treeline when it started to get dark, putting me by a bonfire they made. I thanked them and sat up, keeping my legs out straight. I got use to be around people, and listened as they talked about the crash. which was interrupted by a loud roar, something and my felt my stomach drop. "Oh my god..."
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Post by PMS And a Gun on Jun 7, 2012 13:17:59 GMT -8
She had tried not to doze off while taking care of the children and it seemed that Jessie and Sarah were getting along quite well. The day had turned to night and she had kept the kids with the redheaded woman who was employed by Oceanic while she grabbed some firewood. Ana Lucia clung onto the two girls tightly and protectively as she caught the sight of something near the treeline. It looked like something big and black, like it was just sailing through the night sky.
"Close your eyes and cover your ears." Ana Lucia instructed them and held them close enough that Jessie had already grabbed onto Sarah's hand and squeezed her eyes shut. Her dark gaze darted to the other survivors as some of them crowded around the palm trees and jungle. Not to mention Jack from a distance seemed to be in slight pain with each wince he made. What happened? Hopefully the noise would stop soon and just go away. However these people couldn't be just standing along the treeline, something had to be done.
"Everyone back away as far as you can and stay still! Don't get near the trees." the young woman said loudly taking full control of the situation. She was a natural born leader after all, just her emotions seemed to take over every once in a while. Truth be told her mind knew for a fact that they could only stay on the beach so long without having to move more onto solid ground. Away from the trees at least as well, maybe there were caves around here?
Hopefully these survivors would be smart and stay away from the trees as they could fall and crash down on them at any given time. "Ana Lucia?" Jessie peeked from between her fingers and tugged on the woman's shirt still holding Sarah's hand.
Instinctively her eyes downcast towards Jessie and tried to smile as if telling her it'd be okay with just a look. She had noticed that the other girl had been carrying around a little stuffed bunny and her eyes seemed to sparkle at the innocence that surrounded them. Her hand lightly pat the bunny's head to soothe both of them and waited for the terror to be over.
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Post by Severin Darling on Jun 7, 2012 13:51:32 GMT -8
Severin had been sitting down for hours, not eating, just looking out at the ocean. There were no lights on the water, no helicopter sounds above, and his belief in coming rescue was diminishing with every second the sea stayed calm. He'd spent the light hours helping other survivors, finding a little more success than he'd had on his first attempt. Severin himself had discovered a pair of red streaks across his midriff, but the wounds weren't deep. Initially, they'd bled plenty, but some makeshift bandages had halted the blood flow quickly. He hadn't even needed stitches.
Most of the survivors were similar, having sustained only superficial injuries, a fact that struck him as utterly remarkable. A more optimistic person might have said it was a miracle, while a pessimist would've said that it was overdue luck following a damn plane crash. Severin believed it was just...something that had happened. Things happened, circumstances happened.
Then the noises happened.
He was to his feet within seconds, and his attention was drawn from the ocean to the jungle. Images flashed through his mind of old films he'd watched as a child...King Kong emerging from the trees to sweep up Fay Wray in his palm. When the noises subsided, he moved closer to a group by the fire. "Excuse me," he asked nobody in particular. "Does anyone mind if I sit here?"
Even in disaster, standards.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 7, 2012 22:00:19 GMT -8
When that horrible noise started, I had quickly gotten to my feet like most of the survivors. So many moved closer but my reason for standing was to get ready to run if I had to. I stayed put and stared hard at the area the sound seemed to be coming from, trying to see... something in the darkness. I gasped as I saw trees knocking down as if whatever it was was coming toward us and I braced myself to run the hell away. Why were some people moving closer? I felt like I was stuck in a horror film. Next, people would be suggesting that splitting up would be a great idea.
But it seemed to stop as abruptly as it had started and a new topic dominated the conversations around me.
"Excuse me," "Does anyone mind if I sit here?"
I turned away from the jungle and back toward the bonfire and the man who'd approached. Seeing that other people were preoccupied, I took it upon myself to answer. "Not at all. Have a seat."
I sat back down and watched the flames, recalling the sound we'd just heard. "It kinda had a mechanical sound to it," I said out loud to nobody in particular. Thinking that that thing was just something mechanical made me feel a lot less scared.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 8, 2012 15:08:07 GMT -8
"Not sure if it's good or bad that there might be someone else here with us," she remarked, "but I'm leaning toward bad. For a night person, I'll be very glad to see the sunrise tomorrow." Sentimental types might see it as a metaphor, a second chance after nearly dying in a fiery plane crash. Really, it just made things seem safer because you could see your impending doom more clearly.
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Post by Severin Darling on Jun 8, 2012 16:56:38 GMT -8
"Not at all. Have a seat."
"Thank you. You're very kind," said Severin, easing down to sit near the fire. His muscles ached and strained from the constant movement of the day, and the tension he felt inside wouldn't slacken even for a moment.
"It kinda had a mechanical sound to it,"
Severin nodded thoughtfully. A vehicle, perhaps? Some kind of wood-sweeping machine? It seemed more likely than the King Kong scenario. It was still possible that they'd landed on an inhabited island, he supposed...but if that was the case, and they were close enough to hear machinery, then where were the others? People coming out of the jungle to see what had happened? Officials and emergency personnel?
"Not sure if it's good or bad that there might be someone else here with us, but I'm leaning toward bad. For a night person, I'll be very glad to see the sunrise tomorrow."
The sound of a crisp English accent helped ease some tension, to his great surprise. It had been a long time since he'd been in England, and even the flight had been going back to LA. A fellow Briton was oddly comforting. He looked over at the source, seeing a woman with dark hair and full, deep eyes. Martin was right, he thought. You could be covered in blood, arrested for mass murder of convent nuns, with news cameras snapping your picture for your mother to see and a person would still notice if the arresting officer was a pretty girl.
"I think we all will," he said, turning his gaze toward the fire for a moment. He looked to the young woman who'd let him sit down. "I'm Patrick Severin Darling." He extended a hand with a gentle but cautious smile.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 8, 2012 17:18:44 GMT -8
"So who votes Jurassic park?" She said this deadpan, as she lay next to fire. and closed her eyes, she hated feeling helpless. She did however feel a lot better then she did that morning, she had hope that rescue would come but now she wasn't so sure. Taking a breath she opened her eyes and slowly sat up, "Do you think rescue will get here, i mean we shouldn't be that far off course, right?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 8, 2012 20:17:27 GMT -8
"Not sure if it's good or bad that there might be someone else here with us," "but I'm leaning toward bad. For a night person, I'll be very glad to see the sunrise tomorrow."
I found it odd that people may think it's a bad thing that there could be other people on the island. Wouldn't it be a good thing? Some kind of a civilization meant they probably had some kind of technology, especially considering that machine-sounding thing in the jungle and that would include the ability to contact the proper authorities so that we could be rescued. But then I start learning more toward the bad when I remind myself that nobody came to help us or to even check out what I assume during my blackout had been an incredibly loud disturbance that probably shook the earth. That was odd. Maybe whatever was making all that noise was controlled remotely and whoever brought it here wasn't aware of our presence yet.
"I'm Patrick Severin Darling."
I shook his hand and gave a smile in return. "I'm Heidi." He was so polite and well-mannered. Like a real life gentleman. I didn't think they existed anymore. So I added "It's nice to meet you" out of sincerity as well as politeness.
"So who votes Jurassic park?"
I laughed. My first real laugh since the crash and it felt good. "If this was Jurassic Park, we'd be eaten by now." It was odd, sitting here by a bonfire casually talking about a plane crash and strange noises from something knocking down trees with a flight attendant, a gentleman, and the rock star, Jinx. It was like a strange dream.
"Do you think rescue will get here, i mean we shouldn't be that far off course, right?"
I sobered up at her next question. I did expect to be seeing rescue boats or helicopters before the end of the day but nothing in sight Ever the optimist, I answered, "I think they'll probably find us by tomorrow. Just probably takes a lot of time to locate our position and get rescue teams together."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Jun 8, 2012 20:39:39 GMT -8
JINX
"If this was Jurassic Park, we'd be eaten by now." Jasmine had to agree with that, they'd probably be dead right now. If Dinosaurs really were on this island, we'll they would be swarming this beach for fresh meat. "Guess you're right," Jasmine sighed, "Tomorrow I vote we go and see if any of the liquor broke, because after this i seriously need a drink. also, a shower i could seriously use a shower and a change of clothes and possibly a day at the spa. Once we get off this rock, i'm taking you all to the spa. This has been one hell of a bitch trip that I-" Jinx paused when she saw the kids and chuckled. "Sorry, me and my mouth."
Sarah Appleton
Sarah had moved her way over to the group, taking Ana with her. "Stop being so bossy, if they want to get themselves gobbled up - let them." She sat down next to the fire and looked over to see Jinx. She wanted to go see her show but her dad wouldn't let her, she chuckled when she heard Jinx swear and curled up next to Jessie. "Its okay, i heard me mum say worse things - not on purpose she thought i wasn't there. and-" she cleared her throat and smiled.
Jinx
"Still I shouldn't be swearing in front of kids, I was raised better then that. Plus, what kind of example would I bet setting?" She reached out and stroked the bunny's head. "But as the lady said, we should be out of here by morning."
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Post by PMS And a Gun on Jun 9, 2012 9:36:54 GMT -8
ANA LUCIA
Bossy? Hardly. She wouldn't let anything happen to these people, ever. When Sarah and Jessie dragged her over to the fire, Ana Lucia took a seat and held them tight watching the group in their own actions and words. "I'm a cop, I know what they should and shouldn't do to survive." the brunette exhaled quietly to the child and looked back towards the doctor not too far away. She watched the jungle seeing how the rumbling seemed to stop.
"Jack, you all right, man?" the tomboy asked him a little ways away, she was confused as to why he kept fidgeting and seemed like he was in pain. Her hand waved to him slightly with a small smile on her mouth.
SAWYER
"The hell was that, the welcome committee?" he asked sourly and lit up another cigarette to lean against an airplane seat and finally just plopped down on it. His blue eyes turned towards Kate from a distance and made sure to stay well away from the survivors to be on his own. Upon hearing everyone squawk about everything to do with the monster, his eyes held fear but he still tried to be as annoying as possible.
"Guess we'll all just sit tight in this jungle of mystery then? Ain't that just peachy." the Southern drawled and lit up his cancer stick to take a good puff of it. So far he had pegged this place as a real mess and slowly took out the letter he kept with him at all times. Carefully he folded it and looked back to the jungle. Hearing a name out of the blue, Sawyer's ears perked up to see the doctor from a distance and put two and two together. "Doc, you got a plan by any chance?"
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 9, 2012 12:20:36 GMT -8
"Do you think rescue will get here, i mean we shouldn't be that far off course, right?"
"I think they'll probably find us by tomorrow. Just probably takes a lot of time to locate our position and get rescue teams together."
She kept quiet as they discussed rescue teams. The pilot had said they'd lost radio contact several hours into the flight and turned back toward Fiji. She didn't know how long it would take for the rescue teams to mobilize, especially since they would have to account for the plane being hundreds of miles off its original course. The booze might still be intact, as the blonde who'd been entertaining first class hoped, but the bottled water and perishable food would only last so long with this many survivors.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 9, 2012 15:06:21 GMT -8
JACK (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
"Jack, you all right, man?"
"Yeah," he answered her reflexively. "Yeah, I'm good. Considering." He was good at putting on a brave face, setting aside the fear. It didn't help anyone else here to know his concerns. The young woman who was eight months pregnant. The unconscious man with a jagged piece of shrapnel lodged in his abdomen. The bloody gash in his own side that would hopefully avoid infection. The transceiver that may or may not still be in the cockpit that may or may not be reachable somewhere in that jungle. The body of his father in a coffin that was now who knows where. Ana-Lucia already knew why he was on the flight, and no doubt knew that he was far from good.
"Doc, you got a plan by any chance?"
"I, um...I think we should stay where we are for now," he suggested. "Make sure the injured don't get moved around any more than they have to, and keep an eye on the treeline for anything...strange." He moved to sit by the woman who'd sewn up his wound earlier, as she sat by a campfire of her own away from the others.
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