Severin Darling
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Post by Severin Darling on Aug 23, 2012 16:02:00 GMT -8
"Look, I know it's really early in the morning to be asking for a favor, and this favor's not for me. Well, not just for me. And if you have better things to do, it's fine but...you feel like burying a body?"
The request had come out by the time Severin turned fully to greet her. He paused for a moment. "You do know how to tempt me," he said dryly. "Good morning, by the way."
He turned his gaze upwards, squinting in the bright heat before removing his jacket and beginning to roll up his sleeves. "Lead on...but, Mia...there are a lot of bodies," he said. "Why does this one need to be buried before the others?"
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Post by Doctor Lassie on Aug 24, 2012 6:30:36 GMT -8
"Lead on...but, Mia...there are a lot of bodies. Why does this one need to be buried before the others?"
She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding when he actually agreed without argument. "By special request, I guess," she answered. "This girl, Heidi, was sitting next to a guy on the plane. His body's still in the jungle, and she told his fiancee that she'd bury him to keep him out of the elements. And whatever else is in that jungle," she added, with a glance at the so-far still and silent trees. "We're rackin' up the good karma, right?"
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Severin Darling
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Post by Severin Darling on Aug 24, 2012 15:19:34 GMT -8
"This girl, Heidi, was sitting next to a guy on the plane. His body's still in the jungle, and she told his fiancee that she'd bury him to keep him out of the elements. And whatever else is in that jungle, We're rackin' up the good karma, right?"
Severin gave a light shrug. "Anything for karma. Although I think much of our karmic debt has been cleared by the experience of a plane crash," he said. It was just a joke, but at the back of his mind a little voice reminded him that karmically...he had all kinds of hell to endure for his own sins. For what he'd done. "Shall we, then?"
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Post by Doctor Lassie on Aug 24, 2012 16:31:09 GMT -8
"We shall," she said with a nod, and started off in the direction that Heidi had gone.
***Mia and Severin leave for F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 26, 2012 20:56:16 GMT -8
***Jack enters from F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp - Day 3***
JACK AND SAWYER (temp-play by Hollywood Heidi)
Jack was shuffling through the third bag now, the fuselage fairly dark as the gaping opening was facing away from the sun though the clouds coming in didn't provide much sun at the moment. The first two bags did not produce any meds. The beam of his flashlight finally picked up a familiar orange cylinder. Holding the flashlight in his mouth, he took out one of the prescription bottles and read the label. Hearing a noise deeper in the fuselage, Jack grabbed the flashlight and shined it around. Everything was still and quiet.
Holding the flashlight in his mouth again, he picked up the next bottle. Another noise. He put the medicine down and quickly stood up, flashing the light up toward the noise.
Sawyer turned his flashlight on, it's beam facing upward from his chin. "Boo," Sawyer said with a smirk.
Jack let out the breath he'd been holding when the beam shone on a familiar face. "What are you doing in here?" Jack asked, clearly annoyed.
"Trick or treat, same as you," Sawyer said with a shrug.
"You're looting."
"Aww, you say potato..." Sawyer said as he opened another overhead and peaked in.
Jack shined the light on the bag sitting open by Sawyer. "What's in the bag?"
"Booze, smokes, couple of Playboys." He smirked and nodded toward Jack's bag. "What's in yours?"
"Medicine."
"Well, that about sums it up, don't it?" Sawyer said in a snarky tone.
Sawyer's flippant attitude bothered Jack. "Do you do this back home, too - steal from the dead?"
Sawyer was none too keen on Jack's self righteous tone. "Brother, you've to got wake up and smell the bull crap here, rescue ain't comin'." He jumped down. "You're just wasting your time. You're trying to save a guy who last time I checked had a piece of metal the size of my head sticking out of his bread basket. Let me ask you something? How many of those pills are you going to use to fix him up?"
"As many as it takes," Jack said stubbornly.
"Yeah? How many you got?" Sawyer smirked as Jack looked at him and didn't respond. He started walking out as he continued. "You're just not looking at the big picture, Doc. You're still back in civilization."
"Yeah? And where are you?"
Sawyer paused at the entrance and looked back at Jack. "Me? I'm in the wild," he said gleefully with a smile to match before walking out. He just got the better of Jack and it felt damn good.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 1, 2012 17:49:46 GMT -8
Heavy rain that's been anticipated by the
dark clouds that have been rolling in finally begins.
Several people run for cover.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 4, 2012 21:51:58 GMT -8
The rain abruptly stops but the clouds
still block most of the sunshine.
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Post by Cyrus on Sept 5, 2012 13:24:40 GMT -8
Cyrus Wittman was appreciating the sun. He'd kept out of the preceding rain by staying near the trees, which allowed stray droplets to dampen his shoulders. Not that he minded; it was refreshing and almost gave the feeling of a rushed shower if you closed your eyes and pushed your imagination past all limits into the realms of permanent brain damage. But Cyrus did appreciate the sun.
Even on the third day, he'd yet to loosen his tie or unfasten a single button. The suit felt just fine on him, and the heat wasn't too much of a bother. It reminded him of the six months he'd once spent in Nigeria pretending to be a missionary. If you befriended the heat, than the sweltering punishment would cease.
When the plane ripped apart, he'd been knelt in his seat, tying his shoelaces (he'd always taken his shoes off when seated on airplanes, even before Die Hard told him to) and if he hadn't, then the overhead suitcase would've clocked him on the head. That was something to be glad about, and it kept his sense of optimism alive in the bloody aftermath of the crash. But with bodies, mysterious sounds in the jungle, fights and no sign of rescue...his apparent luck was beginning to seem merely coincidental.
Still, there were other reasons to just stand, and be appreciative. His glasses had survived the crash, almost completely intact save for light scratching on the lens.
And there was one other reason.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Sept 5, 2012 16:00:16 GMT -8
LENA
Lena walked up behind her husband, wrapping her arms around his torso and pushing herself ever so slightly taller to rest her chin on his now-damp shoulder. Inhaling deeply, she could smell his divine cologne mixing with the sea air. "What are we doing tonight, mon amour?" she inquired. "Shuffleboard on the lido deck ... dinner at the captain's table... drinks with the ambassador and his wife ... ?"
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Post by Cyrus on Sept 6, 2012 7:35:44 GMT -8
Cyrus smiled, reaching up to place his hands over hers. "I was going to suggest doing a Titanic thing on the bow, but I just realized that doing a Titanic thing in a car on a boat could be better," he said casually, turning his head slightly to kiss her cheek. "Or From Here to Eternity might be more appropriate."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Sept 6, 2012 12:49:10 GMT -8
LENA
"Hmm, either one would require you to loosen your tie," she replied with a smirk. "It's been three days; you can lose the suit. You look like an accountant to these people. I would never have married an accountant!"
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Post by Cyrus on Sept 6, 2012 13:17:09 GMT -8
"It's been three days; you can lose the suit. You look like an accountant to these people. I would never have married an accountant!"
"Really? But accountancy has always been the dream. Ever since I was a young boy, standing in the cold night outside calculator factories hoping to catch the sound of digits being pushed..." he said dreamily before smiling. "But maybe it's best they think I'm an accountant. Then again, maybe we could think of other cover stories."
Cyrus turned in her embrace, placing his arms over her shoulders. "An old favourite? Or something new? Hmm, maybe we could tell people we're lion-tamers on the run from a corrupt circus. Or sealion-tamers. Sounds believable."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 7, 2012 19:16:30 GMT -8
The sun is setting and only a few scattered clouds remain.
The Marshal's cries of pain can be heard throughout the camp,
increasing in volume and frequency as the night approaches.
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Post by Doctor Lassie on Sept 8, 2012 14:10:39 GMT -8
***Mia enters from F3 - Jungle Outskirts of Survivor's Camp***
After gravedigging duty was done, Mia ventured into the waves and tried to wash at least some of the mud from her hands and arms. Anything further would require a thorough cleaning and a change of clothes, but she still had work to do. She gathered as many more electronic devices as she could and dropped them next to the sand by Sayid. "That's as much as I could collect today," she said. "I hope it helps."
"Thank you. I appreciate your...dedication," he remarked, taking in her disheveled appearance.
"Oh, this? Well, I was looking through some of the luggage that landed in the jungle. The very rainy, muddy jungle," she explained. "Are you saying this isn't a good look?"
He smirked as he gathered up the bag she'd delivered. "I don't think anyone is here for a fashion show."
The pained cries from Jack's patient were getting louder and more urgent. Mia nervously ran a hand through her hair that had now been freed from its ponytail. "Jack's gonna' have to do something about him," she said in a low voice.
"Do something?" he repeated.
"Jack managed to remove the shrapnel but there's serious internal bleeding, probably sepsis, who knows what other trauma. And we've got 40-odd survivors and a finite amount of antibiotics," she observed with pursed lips.
"You think the man is a lost cause?" Sayid inferred.
She gave him the same practiced look that she always wore when delivering bad news. "I think it's not good math."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 8, 2012 20:52:18 GMT -8
The sun has set and only a few scattered clouds remain.
The Marshal's cries of pain can be heard throughout
the camp now on an almost consistent basis.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 9, 2012 14:25:26 GMT -8
The sound of a gunshot rings out.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 5, 2013 20:02:55 GMT -8
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 5, 2013 20:20:42 GMT -8
Morning of Day 5 Begins.
Vincent's barking in the wee hours of the night
alerted the camp to boars feasting in the fuselage.
Word spreads quickly that the fuselage will be burned tonight.
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Post by Doctor Lassie on Jan 6, 2013 19:31:08 GMT -8
Mia was rubbish at hunting. Especially when the prey came equipped with its own sharp weapons, as Mr. Locke had said, so she'd decided instead to gather firewood for the coming night's bonfire. She knew the course of decomp, what would happen to the bodies left in the plane, but wild boar wasn't exactly a danger in the Arizona desert. Of course Jack was right. She just wished she knew at least some of the names of those people in there.
She was still learning names of her fellow survivors. She hadn't seen Severin since they'd parted ways the day before, and she'd noticed with relief that James and Gwen had returned safely from their jaunt into the jungle. Though they hadn't mentioned any finding of fresh water. At least they'd been able to set up more rain-catchers along the beach in anticipation of the next downpour. One that would hopefully hold off until after tonight.
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Post by Cyrus on Jan 7, 2013 12:37:33 GMT -8
Cyrus slipped his shoes off, emptying them of sand with an expression of pure disgust. They were expensive, or they would've been if he'd paid for them. The principle remained. His suit was starting to wrinkle as well. "Careful with that firewood," he said to the young blonde walking nearby. "People seem to have taken up throwing knives. It's a less annoying fad than the macarena, but with a little more fatality."
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Post by Doctor Lassie on Jan 7, 2013 18:57:49 GMT -8
She glanced at the source of the comment before finding a place to set down the branches. "Eh, it's okay. My parents were circus folk. I learned to duck or I didn't get dinner. And I happen to like the macarena," she said with feigned defiance. The guy was standing there in a clearly expensive, dark tailored suit. Buzzcut hair and a look of shrewd intelligence and superiority. Definitely a Fed.
"If the guy says he can find food out there, more power to him," she continued. "But considering I lost every birthday party game of laser tag, I think my arms should be hauling firewood and not knives."
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Post by Cyrus on Jan 8, 2013 11:04:00 GMT -8
"Eh, it's okay. My parents were circus folk. I learned to duck or I didn't get dinner. And I happen to like the macarena,"
Cyrus smiled. "Christmas must've been interesting, throwing hoops over which piece of turkey you wanted," he said.
"If the guy says he can find food out there, more power to him, But considering I lost every birthday party game of laser tag, I think my arms should be hauling firewood and not knives."
"What kind of circus family didn't encourage knife-throwing? Or maybe it's a psychological thing, you can only do it when someone is rotating on a big circle," he said, gesturing the movements with his hands. "Need help carrying?"
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Post by Doctor Lassie on Jan 14, 2013 19:29:50 GMT -8
"What kind of circus family didn't encourage knife-throwing? Or maybe it's a psychological thing, you can only do it when someone is rotating on a big circle,"
"It is a handicap. That's why I had to leave the tent and go get a real job," she replied.
"Need help carrying?"
"Yeah, just grab any stray limbs you find lying around," she said. "We're gonna' need alot if Jack is looking to turn this funeral pyre into a signal fire. And I've never chopped down a tree in my life, so someone else can take care of that."
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Post by Cyrus on Jan 16, 2013 8:27:30 GMT -8
"It is a handicap. That's why I had to leave the tent and go get a real job,"
"You're just stealing backstory from Dumbo now," said Cyrus, getting to his feet.
"Yeah, just grab any stray limbs you find lying around, We're gonna' need alot if Jack is looking to turn this funeral pyre into a signal fire. And I've never chopped down a tree in my life, so someone else can take care of that."
"Well, so far we have a doctor, a US Marshal, and a bald assassin," he said, beginning to pick up pieces and bundle them. "Maybe there are some lumberjack survivors."
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Post by Doctor Lassie on Jan 16, 2013 19:44:20 GMT -8
"Oh, I hope so. Always was a sucker for a guy in flannel who can handle an axe," she confided with a sideways smile. "It is quite a motley crew, isn't it? Which probably means a lot of difference in opinions. More than we've already seen," she remarked with a glance at the Southerner who'd already been involved in two altercations.
"Some people probably don't agree with Jack on burning the bodies, but I don't think we have much of a choice." She deposited an armful of firewood near the jagged opening of the fuselage and brusquely wiped her hands on her jeans.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 16, 2013 20:38:29 GMT -8
Like a majority of the survivors, I'd been collecting firewood. Back and forth from the outskirts to one of the piles near the fuselage. It was a mindless task that allowed me to get lost in my thoughts.
I dropped another armful of firewood and paused to pick at a splinter that had annoyingly made it's way into the palm of my hand.
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Post by Cyrus on Jan 17, 2013 17:47:54 GMT -8
"Oh, I hope so. Always was a sucker for a guy in flannel who can handle an axe,"
"That's a euthanism," he commented.
"It is quite a motley crew, isn't it? Which probably means a lot of difference in opinions. More than we've already seen,"
"Yeah, I'm waiting for the Jets and the Sharks to turn up," said Cyrus. His pile of firewood wasn't as substantial as hers, and he casually picked up some less-than-impressive sticks, trying to boost his contribution.
"Some people probably don't agree with Jack on burning the bodies, but I don't think we have much of a choice."
"Save the living, the dead have no worries," he agreed, dropping his pile in with hers. He turned and extended his hand. "I'm Cyrus, by the way."
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Post by Doctor Lassie on Jan 20, 2013 19:23:28 GMT -8
"Save the living, the dead have no worries...I'm Cyrus, by the way."
"That's a pretty fatalistic view, Cyrus, but I can't say I disagree. I'm Mia," she said, shaking his hand. "I guess since their souls have shuffled off this mortal coil, it doesn't really matter what happens to their bodies. It's just...this is what I do back home. Work in the coroner's officer, try to help with closure or something vaguely resembling it. Their families aren't gonna' get that."
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Post by Cyrus on Jan 22, 2013 12:48:59 GMT -8
"I guess since their souls have shuffled off this mortal coil, it doesn't really matter what happens to their bodies. It's just...this is what I do back home. Work in the coroner's officer, try to help with closure or something vaguely resembling it. Their families aren't gonna' get that."
"Their families aren't expecting anything," he said. "They think we're all lost forever by now....burned up or at the bottom of the sea. So when the planes and boats pop up on the horizon, maybe it'll be a nice surprise to have confirmation...or maybe it'll just be a surprise, come to think of it."
Cyrus glanced upward, squinting at the sun. He reached inside his jacket, produced a pair of sunglasses and snapped them open. "I dropped a few feet when I unbuckled my seat. Didn't even break these," he noted, slipping them on and beginning to take off his jacket. "You're a coroner, huh? So is this kind of a busman's holiday for you?"
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Post by Doctor Lassie on Jan 22, 2013 17:54:50 GMT -8
"You're a coroner, huh? So is this kind of a busman's holiday for you?"
"Not the kind I intended. I was in Australia for work at a conference, but it helped that there was an open bar every night," she explained. "My supervisor's gonna' be so pissed that I'm taking all this time off...."
Till now, she'd kept focused on the events of the island--who needed help and how much. She hadn't thought of family back home, waiting for word day after day. "So do you think your wife is worried about you?" she asked, noticing the ring on his hand as he'd slid on the sunglasses. "Or, y'know, life partner?"
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