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Post by Kristi Lynne on Nov 4, 2012 16:51:41 GMT -8
SHANNON (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
"Yeah, I'm so flattered the bugs have chosen me as their main course," she grumbled, while following his advice and looking at the ingredients list on a bottle of lotion. "I should say 'ex-boyfriend.' Didn't quite work out like I planned. So that's one more mistake my brother Boone can take joy in pointing out."
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Post by Roose on Nov 4, 2012 17:22:13 GMT -8
"Yeah, I'm so flattered the bugs have chosen me as their main course,"
"Oh, I'm pretty sure you're a starter. The big fat guy is the main course," he pointed out. "The Iraqi is an after-dinner mint. The doctor is their drink at the bar."
"I should say 'ex-boyfriend.' Didn't quite work out like I planned. So that's one more mistake my brother Boone can take joy in pointing out."
"Siblings are different kinds of bugs," he said, not allowing his face to display any of his pleasure at hearing the prefix 'ex'. "Throw some euca-oil on him, maybe it'll help." Another useless bag was pushed aside, and he extended his hand in her direction. "I'm Roose, by the way."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Nov 24, 2012 16:11:19 GMT -8
SHANNON (temp-play by Kristi Lynne)
"I'm Roose, by the way."
"I'm Shannon," she replied while shaking his hand. "Roose? That a first name or a last name? And how did a guy from Brooklyn make it Down Under?"
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Post by Roose on Dec 31, 2012 11:57:36 GMT -8
"Nice to meet you, Shannon," he replied with a smile.
"Roose? That a first name or a last name? And how did a guy from Brooklyn make it Down Under?"
"It's a name," he said simply. "And maybe I'm an Australian putting on a flawless accent, heading to LA to make it big. Or more likely, I was in Australia for relaxation purposes." Roose looked around at the wreckage. "I guess it only half-worked. How about you, Shannon? What was in Australia that called to you?"
ooc: sorry for the extremely late reply! I need to stop forgetting that check-up thread.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 27, 2013 20:21:43 GMT -8
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 27, 2013 23:41:44 GMT -8
A commotion near the Beach
and Shore and someone shouting
for Jack has the camp stirring.
"Jack! Jack!"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 10, 2013 19:45:30 GMT -8
Time passes and it's now mid day.
The woman who drowned had
been identified as Joanna.
Some may notice that Jack
is looking very worn down.
Some people are becoming
aware of a water supply shortage.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Mar 24, 2013 20:24:53 GMT -8
Jinx
Jasmine had been doing her part around the camp, helping as much as she could. She didn't want people to spread nasty things about her, "We were stuck on that island with Jinx and she didn't do anything!" She didn't need any of that. That is what she use to think, at least the first few days.
They had been stuck on this island for the last week and Jasmine was starting to get to know these people. They were really nice and she wanted to be friends, she wanted to help.
Jasmine knew she couldn't let the death of Jordan define her actions. She was hurting, but she had to help. Jordan was gone, but she was still here.
Folding Jordan's letter and putting it back into her pocket, she stood up and started to sort through more clothes... another day on the island.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 31, 2013 16:25:46 GMT -8
GWEN
She noticed the blonde songstress begin to help with the clothes-sorting. By now, it was clear which survivors had found their luggage and which ones had gone...unclaimed. It was time to be realistic about supplies, materials, rations. "I don't know about you, but I didn't exactly pack for an extended stay on a deserted island," she remarked with a weak smile. "This one looks about your size. What do you think?" she asked, holding up a turqoise tank top.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Mar 31, 2013 19:32:53 GMT -8
Jasmine
"I don't know about you, but I didn't exactly pack for an extended stay on a deserted island," Jasmine looked up to see Gwen, a big smile on her face.
"I planned on shopping when i reached Boston, i was heading home for a visit and taking some time off."
"This one looks about your size. What do you think?" jasmine smiled and took hold of the turqoise tank top. "Actually i think I could use a tank top, i was packed for a cold climate. Boston starts to get cold this time a year."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 13, 2013 15:49:44 GMT -8
GWEN
"Actually i think I could use a tank top, i was packed for a cold climate. Boston starts to get cold this time a year."
"I can imagine," she replied with a nod. "I've been living in LA for so long, I've gotten used to living without a change of seasons. Boston, huh? I thought pop stars were required to vacation in places like Cancun or the south of France."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Apr 15, 2013 15:09:07 GMT -8
Jinx
"I can imagine, I've been living in LA for so long, I've gotten used to living without a change of seasons. Boston, huh? I thought pop stars were required to vacation in places like Cancun or the south of France."
"I was actually going to visit family," Jasmine gave her another smile as he put the tank top aside. "I was taking time off before working on my new clothing line, i just needed a break from touring and i knew going home would help me. To sleep in my childhood bed and to just forget about everything else, it would have been ideal. But here i am,"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 21, 2014 12:14:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Sept 21, 2014 19:38:49 GMT -8
It was just a typical day for Jinx, she was kicking back and relaxing in the sun. she had gone on her run and helped gather some stuff, she was tempted to go back to sleep but she was up now and people were already moving around and enjoying the day.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Sept 24, 2014 3:18:00 GMT -8
Amber sat down hugging her knees into her chest while her toes buried themselves in the sand, while hugging her knees she held and pressed buttons on a camera flicking from picture to picture. Her friends and family ran across the screen as the memories of the pictured events came flooding back to her while the lapping waves of the ocean lulled in the back ground. Amber stopped on a photo of her and a bunch of her friends all hanging out together on the front porch of her families home, on the swing chair sat Kat, Caity, Deb, Cole and laying across their laps was Amber all with tongues sticking out and funny looks across their faces. Amber smiled and laughed as remembered how one of the chains snapped and sent them all flying down off the chair, her finger tips gently grazed the screen as she quietly sung to herself a song they would listen to while in each others company.
"I've got some friends, some that I hardly know. But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world. We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go. We live on front porches and swing life away, we get by just fine here on minimum wage. If love is a labor I'll slave till the end. I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand."
After getting lost in memories Amber noticed Jinx near by, Amber raised her camera and got her in frame with Jinxs long blonde hair waving slightly with the gentle early morning breeze. Even in these conditions and while looking a little rough some how managed to maintain that beautiful pop diva allure, and with that thought Amber pressed a button sending the camera into a frenzy of snap shots.
"Sorry, I how much it can suck being hounded for photos."
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Sept 24, 2014 11:50:38 GMT -8
Jinx didn't mind getting her pictures taken, in fact she rather enjoyed it. It was all part of the pop star life style. At time of course she wanted to be left alone, but she hardly turned away a fan. "Sorry, I how much it can suck being hounded for photos."
"Its no problem at all, once we all get off this island you'll have a story to tell." she smiled sweetly and moved closer to the girl. "you look oddly familiar, are you from LA?" She wasn't sure the name but the face sure did look like someone she knew.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Sept 24, 2014 20:12:55 GMT -8
"Its no problem at all, once we all get off this island you'll have a story to tell.""you look oddly familiar, are you from LA?"
Amber popped up so she would be at the same level as Jinx and returned her smile "Kinda, I travel around California a fair bit getting all dolled up to attend all these charity functions and business meetings that my Father is part of." Oh how Amber loathed the whole dressing up thing she always thought it seemed like such a farce, present-ability was thing but spending thousands of dollars on clothes and shoes was just one thing she always fail to comprehend. "I believe we probably have passed each other on some red carpet or another, well I say passed more like I ducked passed you while you shined in the lime light. I'm Amber, Amber Wellington daughter of Kevin Wellington, the proprietor of Wellington Industries." Amber gave a small smile as much to say 'For all that means out here.'
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Oct 9, 2014 7:39:45 GMT -8
"I believe we probably have passed each other on some red carpet or another, well I say passed more like I ducked passed you while you shined in the lime light. I'm Amber, Amber Wellington daughter of Kevin Wellington, the proprietor of Wellington Industries."
Jinx smiled, "Oh yes, I know who you are now. I do believe you're in several shots of some of my photos, well at least a hand, arm, leg or a foot as you drive out of the way." It was no secret that Amber didn't want to be apart of those functions. "Not like it matters out here, we're just another pair of survivors. Before the crash I was a selfish spoiled pop star, who forgot what it was like to be a nobody. After spending a couple days with everyone, I realized how much of an ass i really became. When we get off this island, i'm going to change."
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Oct 11, 2014 14:35:37 GMT -8
"Oh yes, I know who you are now. I do believe you're in several shots of some of my photos, well at least a hand, arm, leg or a foot as you drive out of the way.""Not like it matters out here, we're just another pair of survivors. Before the crash I was a selfish spoiled pop star, who forgot what it was like to be a nobody. After spending a couple days with everyone, I realized how much of an ass i really became. When we get off this island, i'm going to change."
When we get off the Island... Amber wondered how many people actually meant when and were just saying it to placate their fear of it being IF we get off the Island, though Amber could completely understand holding on to the when.
"I believe it was Walt Whitman who said "Keep your face always towards the sunshine and shadows will fall behind you." Was that person who was really such an ass you or a shadow of something much larger?"
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Oct 18, 2014 17:30:35 GMT -8
Jasmine wasn't know for her smarts, but she wasn't completely stupid. She knew what Amber was saying, "I guess maybe it was something larger. I don't know, its all so confusing." She wanted to get back to LA, but how would she go on without her love? She had been thinking about him since the crash. He kept her grounded and made everything better, she wasn't the same without him.
"I should go." She felt like curling back up into that ball.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Oct 18, 2014 17:45:25 GMT -8
"I should go."
Amber politely smiled at Jinx before dipping her head in a sort of bow gesture.
"Well if you ever need to talk or anything feel free to come and bug me or whatever. We only have each other after all."
Although Amber hoped that would change soon.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Oct 18, 2014 18:00:30 GMT -8
"I appreciate you saying so, but I'm not really that great of a person to get to know. Not much to know," she smiled and got up, brushing off the sand. "I'll see you around."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 27, 2017 23:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Nov 18, 2017 1:25:53 GMT -8
((temp-playing as Shannon and Boone))
Shannon was doing her best to not panic, or to need Boone's help. But with her most recent asthma attack, she'd realized her inhaler was almost out and she needed her refills. The tightness in her chest took hold with even more urgency as she rummaged through Boone's things in their make-shift shelter near the fuselage. "Where are they?" she huffed. "I know you have them!"
"What, Shannon?" Boone retorted with equal impatience.
"My inhaler refills," she answered. "They're supposed to be in your bag, Mr. Responsible. They're not here."
Boone shrugged. "Well...if they're not here, where else would they be?"
"I don't know!" she whined, futilely looking around. But after a moment, she realized that she might. And then she remembered the ordeal of just trying to get a can of bug spray from the self-proclaimed island merchant. "I'm not talking to that jerk again. You do it."
"Do what? Talk to who?"
"Sawyer," she replied. "He was reading your stupid bunny book, he must have your bag."
Boone looked around to see if he could find the hoarding Southerner. Or more importantly, find where he was hoarding everything. "Look, just...stay here. I'll take care of it."
*** Boone leaves to look for Sawyer's Stash ***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 14, 2018 16:25:16 GMT -8
***Kate enters from F3 - Area if Survivor's Camp***
Sawyer had been busy with another of the survivors, Bennett, so Kate had busied herself with the minor task of taking stock of the food reserves.
That done and a mental note made to gather more fruit soon, Kate looked back toward where Sawyer usually lounged with a book but Sawyer was no longer by his shelter. She'd glanced around as she'd wandered, finally having spotted him a ways away from the main area of the camp and leisurely had made her way over.
On her way, she'd watched with raised brows, swinging the ax then tossing the chopped wood into a pile, repeating the process a couple more times by the time she'd come to a stop a bit of a distance from him and the swinging ax. She watched quietly, waiting for him to complete his latest swing, still surprised he was doing something helpful and practical, though the way he was, it'd be more likely he was planning to keep the pile for his own personal use or for others to barter off him.
She grudgingly admitted to herself that he was particularly pleasing to the eye, shirt off, swinging the ax... not mouthing off or working to piss her off. Kate crossed her arms defensively against her own thoughts and concentrated on stepping into yet another ridiculous game with him.
"What do you want?" she asked, getting right to the point.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 27, 2018 14:07:13 GMT -8
*** Sawyer enters from F3 - Area of Survivor's Camp ***
Sawyer hadn't busied himself for long with the chopping of wood, not even exactly knowing why he did in the first place; maybe just as a little variety from all those encounters of the day. Not that he was someone avoiding encounters in general, but geez, it was still just in the morning and he had the feeling everyone was going to piss him off for some reason. Well, some chopped wood won't do any harm anyway. Some to use, some to trade.
Sawyer didn't notice someone was approaching before a voice was actually speaking up next to him. Kate.
"What do you want?"
Sawyer looked up in actual confusion, answering the question with a counter question. "Excuse me?" Was it only him, or was this actually kind of a strange start for a conversation? But anyway, Kate could become kind of a variety as well - one, a lot more pleasing to the eye than this wood.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 28, 2018 11:39:26 GMT -8
She eyed him, shifting her weight to her other leg. "What do you want, Sawyer?" she repeated in a straight forward tone.
Straight to the point. That had been her intention but apparently, with her non-specific, open-ended question, she was subconsciously wanting to enter into another battle of wills with the island bad boy.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 6, 2018 3:01:17 GMT -8
Sawyer lowered the ax in his hand, as he gave her a smirk. Was this some kind of game? Fine with him.
"Freckles, I got so many answers to that question, I wouldn't even know where to start.", he replied, his fingers running through his hair.
And her turn again. Whatsoever was the point of this.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 6, 2018 9:46:46 GMT -8
He genuinely didn't seem to know what she was referring to. Kate realized she shouldn't be surprised by that. The guy was hoarding and wheeling and dealing at every opportunity. She'd lost track of how many people he'd upset in one way or another. It was probably easier to keep track of who he hadn't pissed off yet.
Kate rolled her eyes though she couldn't help the bit of amusement that showed on her face over being the one to perplex him for once. "What do you want for the inhalers?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 7, 2018 9:51:49 GMT -8
Ah, so that again. Sawyer inwardly wondered who the hell had planted the thought in everybody he'd have that kind of thing in his belongings. But then again, he was the island's bad boy, wasn't he? If anyone stole Blondie's little blower, it must have been him of course. Well, if that was how everyone wanted it to be, sure, he could just play his role.
"Ah, good question. Hang on a tick.", Sawyer started with a smirk. "What do I want? A kiss ought to do it." At that, his provoking smirk grew even wider. He really wondered how far Kate was willing to go to get what she wanted. Even though he actually hadn't what she wanted. But that was of marginal importance right now.
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