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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 12, 2012 17:28:19 GMT -8
Jack's shelter which also serves as the infirmary at the survivor's camp. Inside the shelter only. 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. |
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 1, 2012 17:49:19 GMT -8
Heavy rain that's been anticipated by the
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 3, 2012 13:52:22 GMT -8
***Kate enters from F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp - Day 3***
KATE
Kate looked down at the Marshal. So still and looking nothing like the cruel man who looked at her with such loathing. She began to have second thoughts about waking him to plead that he keep quiet about her. She didn't want everyone treating her differently and looking at her in fear or hate for however much longer they'd be here. She was sure the Marshal would laugh in her face but she had to ask.
He was not looking well. In fact, he looked too still. Kate knelt down beside him, taking a closer look and was startled as the Marshal's eyes snapped open. Before she knew what was happening, he had his hands around her neck. Kate struggled, trying to pull away but the Marshal followed.
***Jack enters from F3 - Fuselage and Surrounding Area - Day 3***
Jack walked in to find the Marshal leaning over Kate, his hands firmly around her throat.
"Damn it! Damn it!" he said as he pulled the Marshal off of Kate.
The Marshal started going into convulsions. Kate crawled to the far corner of the tent, coughing and gasping for air.
"Just breathe. Come on, come on, look, look at me, look," Jack said as he tried to get the Marshal to lay down again. The convulsions finally ceased. He threw Kate an accusing glare as he rushed to find a bottle of water. "What did you do?"
Kate looked at him, wide-eyed. "I was just checking to if he was... he jumped on me. He grabbed me." Kate watched as Jack poured the little remaining water onto a cloth and carefully squeezed the water into the Marshal's mouth. "Is he... okay?"
"He's not responding to antibiotics, he's bleeding internally, his fever's pushing 104. And his abdomen's rigid." He looked at Kate, shaking his head at the thought of what would have happened if he hadn't walked in. "He needs water."
Jack grabbed the empty bottle and headed back out into the rain, Kate following closely behind.
***Jack and Kate exit to F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp - Day 3***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 4, 2012 21:52:41 GMT -8
The rain abruptly stops but the clouds
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 7, 2012 19:15:33 GMT -8
The sun is setting and only a few scattered clouds remain.
The Marshal begins crying out in pain, the sound carrying far outside the shelter,
increasing in volume and frequency as the night approaches. |
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 8, 2012 20:51:04 GMT -8
The sun has set and only a few scattered clouds remain.
The Marshal continues crying out in pain, the sound carrying far
outside the shelter, now on an almost consistent basis. |
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Sept 9, 2012 9:21:35 GMT -8
***Jack enters from F3-Area of Survivor's Camp***
(temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
The man's breath was going in and out in ragged gasps, and the sweat was pooling on his skin. Jack moistened a cloth and squeezed it over his patient's mouth, letting the water drip into it.
"Listen to me," the marshal strained to say.
"No, you need to keep quiet--"
"Listen to me," he insisted. "No matter what she does, no matter how she makes you feel, don't you trust a word that she says. She will do anything to get away."
Jack's curiosity was getting the better of him. Might as well ask while there was time. "What did she do?"
"I want to talk to her."
"Tell me what she did."
"I want to talk to her, alone."
Jack didn't want to refuse the marshal but really didn't think it would be a good idea to let Kate, or whoever was in that mug shot, in the tent alone with him.
The marshal choked back a bitter laugh that turned into a pained cough. The thoughtful pause was enough to confirm it. "She got to you, too, huh?"
***Jack leaves to find Freckles***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 9, 2012 13:34:28 GMT -8
***Kate enter from F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp - Day 3***
KATE
Kate walked into the tent, distracted with memories of the marshal finally catching up with her in Melbourne.
"Hey, Kate. What was it?"
Kate furrowed her brow in confusion. "What?"
"The favor."
He wouldn't be able to grant her any favor, even if he'd actually have agreed to it. He'd only laugh at her so she said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"The last thing I heard before the crash - you wanted a favor. Well?"
She sat down. "I wanted you to make sure that Ray Mullen got his 23 grand."
"What—" the marshal choked on his attempted laugh. "The guy who ratted you out?"
"He had a hell of a mortgage," she said with a shrug.
"You really are one of a kind," he said in amazement. "You know, you would have got away if you hadn't saved him."
"In case you hadn't noticed, I did get away."
"You don't look free to me," he threw back. He suddenly turned serious. "Kate, I'm going to die, right?
She nodded. "Yeah," she said, barely audibly.
"So," he swallowed hard and looked at her pleadingly, "are you going to do it, or what?"
"I can't." Kate waited as the marshal sputtered on another attempted laugh. "But if want someone to..."
Edward Mars gave a single nod, his expression twisted with pain.
***Kate exits to F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp - Day 3 and sends Sawyer in***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 9, 2012 14:26:59 GMT -8
The sound of a gunshot rings out as Sawyer pulls the trigger. |
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Sept 9, 2012 14:40:03 GMT -8
***Jack enters from F3-Area of Survivor's Camp***
(temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
Jack kneeled down beside the marshal, taking in all the fresh blood and trying to work out the source of it. "You shot him in the chest?" he asked Sawyer.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 9, 2012 14:44:31 GMT -8
***Sawyer enters from F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp - Day 3***
(temp-play by Hollywood Heidi)
SAWYER
Sawyer followed Jack into the infirmary. He looked at Jack, a look of horror on his face at what he'd done. "I was aiming for his heart."
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Post by Doctor Lassie on Sept 9, 2012 14:55:33 GMT -8
JACK
(temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
"I was aiming for his heart."
"You missed," he spat back, not bothering to hide the disgust in his voice as he frantically applied pressure to the gunshot wound.
***Mia enters from F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp - Day 3***
"Jack, what happened?" she asked, nudging past Hurley and then Sawyer as she entered the tent. "We heard a gunshot." She took in Jack's actions and knelt down on the other side of the marshal, trying to help him apply pressure to the wound.
"Man, is he still breathing?" Hurley asked from the tent's entrance, trying very hard not to look at the blood.
"You perforated his lung," Jack told Sawyer. "It'll take hours to bleed out."
Mia looked from Jack to the other man in the tent, still lost as to what just happened.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 9, 2012 15:00:29 GMT -8
SAWYER
(temp-play by Hollywood Heidi)
"So what is—" he mentally shook himself out of his stupor but was still horrified at the scene before him. "I only had one bullet."
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Post by Doctor Lassie on Sept 9, 2012 15:28:30 GMT -8
"So what is — I only had one bullet."
"Get out," Jack ordered Sawyer. "Get out!" The southerner did so, followed by Hurley with a muttered, "Oh boy."
"Jack, what are we doing here?" Mia asked, seeking any kind of direction. Dealing with fresh trauma was not her strong suit. "Talk to me, please."
"We have to stop the bleeding," he said plainly.
The few bandages and clothes they had were already soaking through with blood, and the marshal's coughing was thick with fluid. "I don't think we can."
"No, we have to. I just need more time...We need an airway--"
"Jack, listen to him. That's the fluid in his lungs. He's going to drown in his own blood before you ever get the chance to intubate," she observed harshly.
"I'm not gonna' lose him."
"Jack...Jack!" she shouted, forcing him to meet her eyes as she grabbed his shoulder. "You need to stop. His major organs were already failing, and he cannot breathe. You can't fix this. I'm sorry, Jack, but you can't. You have to let him go."
After a long silence, he barely nodded and she retracted her hand as she relaxed her posture. Setting aside the bloody rags she'd been clutching, she got back to her feet and ducked under the tent flap as she left him alone.
***Mia exits to F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 21, 2014 12:09:00 GMT -8
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 1, 2015 23:04:54 GMT -8
Kate ducked into the makeshift shelter of the infirmary, stopping in her tracks as whatever she was about to say was forgotten. Jack sat there, staring at her mugshot. She wasn't sure what to make of it and at the angle of his head, it was hard to see his expression in order to try and figure what he was thinking.
She crossed her arms. "I take better pictures than that. Smaller, too, if you want something for your wallet," she said with a good deal of snark. She watched Jack startle to attention and she grinned in sanctification at the look of guilt crossed his face.
"I just came by for a few things and this was. . . this was with my stuff."
He held out her mugshot to her and she took it, giving it a quick glance before looking back at him, remembering why she'd come here in the first place. To talk to him about this crazy cave move. "So you're not staying?"
"Call me a broken record, but caves are a natural shelter. And a hell of a lot safer than living here on the beach."
His tone was snippy. She raised her brows. "You're mad at me." It was a statement rather than a question.
"No. Kate, I'm -- I just don't understand why you won't come with me. Us. It's maybe a mile up there, if that."
She'd caught that. The 'me.' She wasn't sure exactly how she'd felt about that. It did give her a little thrill as she caught herself thinking about him at times as well and she supposed, given her past heartbreaking attempt at sharing her life with someone, scared her a little but not nearly as much as the thought of being stuck in one place. Being forced to make roots. "We crashed 8 days ago, Jack. I'm not setting up a house here."
"I want off this Island too, but we both know that's not going to happen any time soon."
He knew her better than she thought and it showed as he answered what she'd thought rather than what she'd said aloud. She stubbornly refused to throw in the towel as he had. "Sayid has a plan."
"Yeah, to find the source of the distress code, I know."
He sounded unimpressed. Kate pushed on. "The signal's coming from somewhere on the Island. If we can find it. . ." he interrupted her before she could finish.
"The signal has been running on a loop for 16 years, Kate. And the woman that left it, she wasn't rescued. What makes you think it's going to be any different for us?"
He'd stopped his packing, pinning her with his eyes as if he wasn't buying into the fact Kate didn't also believe it was a waste of their time. Her chin went up a stubborn angle. "I believe it." She watched him shake his head and then go back to his packing.
"Well, I wish I shared your faith."
With his mischievous smirk, Sawyer ducked in with his usual swagger "Wouldn't mind sharing a few things with her myself."
As Sawyer added a leer to annoy her further, Kate barely managed to roll her eyes. "What do you want, Sawyer?" She watched him swagger over and casually sit where Jack had previously sat, posing and looking around as if he owned the place.
"Heard the doctor was vacating the premises. Thought I'd best lay claims to my new digs before somebody else did." He dropped his suitcases. "I could fix this place up real good. Might even find somebody to share it with me."
Again, he leered at her. With a tired sigh, she ignored him and turned toward Jack when he addressed her. He seeme equally annoyed at Sawyer's antics.
"I'll talk to you later."
With a sad look on her face, Kate watched Jack leave as Sawyer, smiled and waved.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 31, 2015 17:27:50 GMT -8
***Kate enters from F3 - Fuselage and Surrounding Area - Day 8***
Kate marched straight into the tent and up to Sawyer. She was not in the mood for his games so she kept her demand short and to the point. "I need a laptop battery."
"Don't got one," he fired back casually without looking away from his book.
"You're hoarding like a pack rat since the crash and you don't have a single laptop?" she said in annoyed disbelief.
Getting the reaction he wanted, he smirked and finally put his book down to smirk up at her. "We are testy. Still upset about your little break up? You and Jacko?" he said, slightly squinting his eyes.
God, he was relentless! She wanted to smack that smirk off his face. "It must be exhausting," she said, giving him a taste of his own medicine of vague comments.
Sawyer took the bait, his smirk wavering slightly. "What's that?"
Now she crossed her arms and smirked at him. "Living like a parasite --" she leaned forward a bit, "always taking, never giving."
He felt some offense at that comment but it only briefly flashed across his face. "Well, you got me pegged, don't you?" he said dryly.
Encouraged by the fleeting break in his stubborn resolve, she couldn't help but push on, fueled by hackles he'd raised. "I get it now," she began, waving one of her hands before crossing it back. "You don't want off this Island because there's nothing for you to go back for." She leaned closer again to drill in the point. "Nobody you miss. And no one misses you."
Sawyer felt a pang at her correct observation but this time, he didn't let it show. Instead, he went back to turning her words of insult into veiled attempts to hide her attraction to him. "Oh, you're feeling sorry for me."
Kate didn't take the bait this time. Instead, she went for cruelty. "I don't feel sorry for you. I pity you."
A mock expression of hurt crossed Sawyer's face before he smiled, reached into a suitcase, pulled out a laptop, and gave her the battery. "All you had to do was say please."
She sensed that the expression was not completely one of mock hurt and felt guilt creeping in. Until she reached for the battery and he pulled it away, giving her another of his damn smirks. Knowing he was pushing it, he held the battery out again right away and let her take it.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 29, 2016 15:19:57 GMT -8
Still a smirk on his face, Sawyer addressed himself back to the book in his hands. His eyes flew over the letters, but didn't really caught what they were reading.
The smirk disappeared, as he suddenly lowered the book and instead had a look at the tent's entry. He wouldn't admit, but something in Kate's words had said the truth.
"Stuff it...", Sawyer mumbled to himself, while throwing the book out of his hand. "Why shall I wait for Prince Babyface to get that Cinderella girl, when already knowing?"
Why couldn't have been someone on board with a fable for Stephen King or something? Instead he has found the hundredth dime novel.
Sawyer searched for his cigarettes and found only one last inside the packet. Luckily there have been at least enough smokers on board, he thought, knowing he had enough more packets to survive for a while in his hide-out.
The cigarette already between his lips, Sawyer went out of his self-appointed new shelter.
**Saywer leaves to F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp - Day 8**
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 2, 2017 12:50:47 GMT -8
Scenes for this location continue in
new thread with location name:
F3 - Camp - Sawyer's Shelter
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 12, 2023 21:16:31 GMT -8
The rest of Day 15 passes by. It is now:
Day 16 - Morning
Thursday, October 7, 2004
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