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Post by Ariel on Mar 15, 2019 10:14:51 GMT -8
*** Jack enters from the jungle outskirts ***
Jack scanned the survivor's camp as he paused for a brief moment before making his entrance. Morsels of cooked fish and bottles of water were being passed around to each survivor with the help of those who gracious stepped up to prepare dinner. Filling their stomachs, groups of people and families contently conversed with one another about their day. A smile swept across his face at the warming sight. Whether they had a choice or not, everyone in this present moment was responsible for pulling together and creating community and amidst all the chaos that had broke loose and reigned wildly that day, they were all still here. Living together. Although Jack was not here this evening to move back to the beach camp permanently, he felt comfort in seeing familiar faces that he hadn't seen up in the caves. He had passed by Charlie and Claire on his way to the beach who had made the final decision to make the caves their home until rescue, and hoped others followed suit soon enough. Perhaps spending time here tonight, he could convince a couple others with the promise of clean running water and adequate shelter. But as of now, Jack had a side of a bet to uphold and as he spotted Gwen sitting in the near distance, he made his way over to her.
"Hey," Jack approached Gwen sitting by a small beach fire with her dinner, "How are your patients doing? Linda and Heidi?" Jack grinned as he sat across from her with the fire in between them, her cooked fish looking particularly delectable.
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Post by Ariel on Mar 15, 2019 10:35:58 GMT -8
"Stupid bugger, stay put...," Linda mumbled to herself as she fumbled with the tarp on the roof of her shelter that continued to flap upwards as the ties holding the makeshift roof had come undone. Linda let out a sigh of annoyance as the tarp uncooperatively blew in the wind and against her wishes. Pausing for a moment to collect herself, the wind appeared to die down long enough for her to reach for the tarp and tie it down. "That's it, just a bit closer and - ow!" Though as she extended her arm out a certain way, Linda winced in pain and retracted her arm quickly. Holding her arm, she peered down at the fresh bandage that Gwen had put on a gnarly gash on her elbow she had received from the fall but didn't notice it until much later. Feeling rather down, she contemplated whether Charlie was right in moving to the caves and stood their quietly in her thoughts.
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Post by Ariel on Mar 15, 2019 11:06:57 GMT -8
Bennett sat quietly as he nibbled away at the cooked fish dinner that had just landed in his lap. How nice was this, everyone working together to feed one another and make sure that each individual was taken care of. Except for James Ford of course, but it appeared to Bennett that the con man had been put in his place and the situation had become diffused. Bennett found the humanity expressed in the survivors this evening warm - touching even. But he knew that all of this was temporary, and Bennett wondered if Jacob would give Ben Linus the go to narrow in and infiltrate the survivors of Flight 815 soon before they all decided to go Lord of the Flies on one another.
As Bennett raised another piece of fish to his lips in satisfaction, he peered up from where he sat to see Ethan silently standing before him. Bennett didn't say a word to Ethan, but simply continued to eat his dinner as he stared at his faux cousin. He knew Ethan wanted something, and Bennett was his Retriever. Expected to be loyal and at his ever call and command. He didn't like this charade anymore, but he was stuck with no way out. Ethan broke his hardened look with a smile and sat down beside Bennett.
"Change in plans, kid. You’re moving to the caves."
Bennett stared straight forward into the sunset landscape as Ethan spoke, but his blood started to boil. "And why would I do that?" He tried his best to conceal his anger, but he was really starting to resent Ethan.
"Didn't you pay attention to the survivors today? Charlie Pace moved Claire and her things to the caves. He had been campaigning to move her there all day. They're heading there right now. We need eyes on the girl, one of us has to be at the caves full time. They left not long ago, if you leave now you can track them from afar and listen to anything interesting they might have to say. I’ll meet you up there tonight so we can perform our nightly ritual.”
Bennett sat frozen with frustration. He wanted so badly to shout at Ethan, tell him no and how much he hated being treated like a dog expected to obey. But after his conversation with Ben, he knew his rights. And there were none.
"I packed your bag already to save you some time, including the bottles and syringes - Is that cooked fish?" Ethan responded, changing his tone to friendly and intrigued about what was in Bennett's lap.
Bennett sneered as he forcefully tossed the dinner into Ethan's lap before bringing himself to his feet and huffing away to their shelter. In the shelter, he found a fully packed backpack ready to go. The last thing he wanted to do was go live in the caves away from the comfort of the beach camp and away from the familiar acquaintances that he had made. And little did he dwell on the possibility that he was beginning to grow comfortable in this setting with these survivors - too comfortable.
***Bennett exits to the jungle outskirts to go to the caves***
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 15, 2019 15:05:23 GMT -8
Gwen thoughtfully chewed another bite of fish as the flames danced in front of her. It was a welcome change from the fruit platter, at least. But the dark and the relative quiet gave her time to think. She hadn't spoken to Sebastian since that morning. Part of her wondered if she'd blown it by oversharing about her dysfunctional family. Yet another part of her was starting to worry about his absence, that it might have been caused by one of the many unknown dangers in the jungle. But he wasn't the sort to rush into a dangerous situation. Not when he'd seen it firsthand...
"Hey! How are your patients doing? Linda and Heidi?"
"Oh, hey, Jack," Gwen greeted as she looked up to see the doctor. "Well, I changed both their bandages earlier, but you can have a proper look tomorrow. It seems they recovered enough to go on a fishing expedition. Tonight's dinner is courtesy of them and a few others. Please, have some," she offered, tearing off a portion of the fish filet as well as a leaf tray and passing it over to him.
"The bad news is I wasn't able to find anyone else with an inhaler. Will Shannon be alright?" she inquired. "I'm guessing the prognosis is good since you're here and not at her bedside." She couldn't imagine Jack would have left the cave if he had any concerns about the girl's well-being.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 15, 2019 15:25:57 GMT -8
Gabe finally felt that he'd been productive that day. He'd set a goal, given himself a mission, and accomplished it for the benefit of others. He would daresay he had even made some friends, or perhaps acquaintances that would be friendly in the future. A comfort since the only other person he knew on this entire island resented him and had walked away from the camp for who knew how long.
As he tossed another log onto the fire, the swirl of sparks drew his attention to another swirl of movement on the outer edge of the camp. Looked like Bennett was heading off into the woods again. At night, by himself. It just struck him as odd, and he hadn't had a chance to speak to Linda to see if she'd made any headway into learning about the emo teenager in their ranks.
Gabe took a seat around the campfire near Heidi and handed her a bottle of water as she was fussing with the bandage on her leg. "Helluva war wound," he remarked. "Little birdie told me you got that running from our friend in the jungle. And by 'little birdie,' I mean flight attendant," he explained, with a nod toward Gwen at a nearby fire. "I think she likes me; she gave me a free blanket on the plane."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 16, 2019 23:10:17 GMT -8
Sarah had drifted off into a deep sleep not too long after I'd gone after her. Poor thing was suffering from emotional exhaustion. I could sympathize as I felt the same level of exhaustion since my and Linda's run-in with the thing in the jungle. The problem was I hadn't been able to slip into a nice, long, deep sleep since crashing here. But at least I'd been able to sleep through the night and catch naps here and there... until the jungle incident. Now, every time I nodded off, the nightmares would startle me awake. So vivid, probably because they were based off something that had actually happened.
I'd been staring sightlessly at the flames, injured leg drawn up and hand lightly pressing to relieve itching below the bandaging. I was pulled back to the present when I felt the bandage loosen. 'Crap,' I thought, carefully rolling up my jeans to examine. The corner that had been tucked in had pulled free with my constant fidgeting. Unwinding the last few loop-arounds, I started to rewrap it properly tight.
"Helluva war wound,"
My hair had fallen forward when I'd tilted my head down, blocking my peripheral. I hadn't realized Gabe had settled beside me until I heard his voice. Tucking the bandage in, I grinned at his comment and looked up as I carefully rolled my jeans back down then pushed my hair back over my shoulder. I took the offered water bottle with a "Thanks" then pulled up the sleeve on my injured arm to show off the healing wound from the crash. "I'm collecting them," I said cheerily. My arm didn't need bandaging anymore. I noted how quickly it seemed to be healing as I pushed my sleeve back into place then unscrewed the cap from the bottle and took a good, long drink.
"Little birdie told me you got that running from our friend in the jungle. And by 'little birdie,' I mean flight attendant," "I think she likes me; she gave me a free blanket on the plane."
Replacing the cap and settling the bottle in the sand beside me, I nodded with a grim expression at the first but then he had me grinning with amusement again. "Don't go workin' too hard on that crush based only on that piece of evidence." I gave a quick glance in Gwen's general direction then said conspiratorially, "That little English minx gave free blankets to several handsome gentlemen."
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Mar 17, 2019 0:51:44 GMT -8
The caves whispered to him.
The beach was full of dead people.
The camp wasn't fond of him.
The Island was seriously beginning to suck balls!
Stu had just been wondering around aimlessly for what felt like a couple of days, unable to really focus on anything. At least until his gaze fell upon Linda fixing up her shelter, there were worse things he could think to focus on. Although it did look like she could use some help with her current task.
"Looks like you could use a hand... or arm?" Stu quizzed Linda as he approached her.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 17, 2019 16:10:06 GMT -8
"Don't go workin' too hard on that crush based only on that piece of evidence. That little English minx gave free blankets to several handsome gentlemen."
"Aw, man, I thought we had somethin' special," Gabe sighed, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. "It's gonna' be really awkward the rest of the trip."
He took a drink from his own water bottle, then brought his knees up to rest his elbows on them. Heidi likely wasn't in the mood to discuss her harrowing experience in the jungle, but he had questions. And only a few of the survivors had had a close encounter with their tree-destroying friend. "So, you guys were on your back from the caves when it happened," he began. "Did you see anything, hear anything?
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 18, 2019 19:29:29 GMT -8
"Aw, man, I thought we had somethin' special," "It's gonna' be really awkward the rest of the trip."
Again I found myself chuckling. He'd probably managed to make me laugh more in the one day I'd gotten to know him than my whole time here combined. I liked being around people like him. People who liked to joke and snark at every opportunity, just like I did. It was endless amusement to be able to silly banter back and forth.
"So, you guys were on your back from the caves when it happened,"
My smile faded as I looked back at the fire and nodded. "I was. I'd gotten lost. Again. I'm horrible with directions," I admitted. "Linda was on her way to the caves."
"Did you see anything, hear anything?"
The distraction of silly banter had fully faded away now and I quietly considered his question. It was easy to recall every detail, especially since it replayed in my mind every time I closed my eyes. "We definitely heard it," I said with a nod. "So loud that you could actually feel it when it's right on your heels." Hearing it that first night from the beach, the thing had been loud even from that distance. "We didn't see it though," I said, glancing over at him before staring off again. "Just when I'd worked up the courage to look over my shoulder, down we went, right into an old smuggler's hold. Guess we're not the only ones to have visited this island." I worked up a grin to give the impression that I was alright. Or at least taking it all in stride and open to talking about it.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 19, 2019 16:22:38 GMT -8
"...We definitely heard it. So loud that you could actually feel it when it's right on your heels. We didn't see it though. Just when I'd worked up the courage to look over my shoulder, down we went, right into an old smuggler's hold. Guess we're not the only ones to have visited this island."
"Interesting," Gabe said after quietly listening. "Increases our chances of being on a shipping lane or in somebody's flight path." Even though that hope of rescue was being kept alive, for all their sakes, it got a little dimmer every day that went by without any sign of boat or plane traffic on the horizon. And for all of Sayid's relentless work and technical know-how, they were still no closer to having a working transceiver.
"Well, you did what any smart person would do," he added in a show of encouragement. "And thankfully you weren't hurt worse or lost out there for too long." He studied Heidi's face in the firelight, all too familiar with the signs of fear and trauma and just plain fatigue. "Back when I was in the Army, on my first deployment to Iraq, my unit got sent to this base outside the Green Zone. Sunni Triangle, a place where none of us really wanted to be. Most of the day was spent in meetings -- here's where you sleep, here's where you eat, go here but don't go there, best ways to keep the sand out of your rifle, blah blah blah.
"So chow time comes around," he continued. "We head to the mess hall, grab our trays, have a seat. And maybe not five minutes later, we start hearing these whistles. Then we start hearing explosions just outside the gates, loud enough to make your ears ring. It was like a Fourth of July finale that wouldn't stop. So I'm freaking out, wanting to dive under the table or something. Like all of a sudden this was real! There were a bunch of people out there that didn't even know me and they were trying to kill me! But I look around at the other guys, guys who'd been there for months, and they weren't even bothered. Just kept eating their dinner, drinking their coffee. Like even a mortar attack wasn't gonna' ruin Taco Tuesday.
"So I get how it feels to be scared," he confided. "You don't have to pretend that you're not. Not with me."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 23, 2019 1:39:27 GMT -8
"Interesting," "Increases our chances of being on a shipping lane or in somebody's flight path."
Considering how old the stuff was that we'd found, I wasn't very confident that it increased our chances in any way. I was mulling over dashing his newfound hope when he continued.
"Well, you did what any smart person would do," "And thankfully you weren't hurt worse or lost out there for too long."
"Or eaten," I mumbled. He was right, though. No broken limbs or worse. It didn't matter how good a doctor was if they didn't have the proper supplies and tools. I remained fairly quiet, my tired mind having trouble coming up with conversational points, instead lazily wandering back to the bad memories fresh and readily available. Once again, Gabe's voice grateful pulled my mind away from the dark path it had started to stumble down.
"Back when I was in the Army...
He had my full attention from the opening. I looked away from the fire, watching him and listening intently. I couldn't even wrap my head around what it must have been like for him, or anyone for that matter, to be in the middle of a war zone. Spending your days surrounded by explosions and gunfire. Always on guard, never knowing if one of the strangers from the opposite side will take you out today. It really put things into perspective. We only had one threat. Well, two. I'd forgotten about the polar bear. It wasn't as if we were surrounded by enemies wanting to take us out. As long as I stayed away from the jungle, it wouldn't be so bad.
"So I get how it feels to be scared," "You don't have to pretend that you're not. Not with me."
I smiled gratefully, feeling the relief of tension as I relaxed. "I'll remember that. I feel better, having talked it out. Thank you. Same goes, by the way, though I can't imagine anything scaring you anymore." Exhaustion was starting to override the fear of what had been coming along after I gave into it. Long blinks were starting to sneak in here and there. I rested my chin in my palm in an effort to keep my head up. "The nightmares eventually go away, right?" I asked, hope mixed in with the grogginess.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 23, 2019 14:15:48 GMT -8
With a little pain and misery, Sawyer crawled out of his tent to shift himself to any other location where he didn't have to watch a tent's ceiling because being stuck inside there was driving him even more nuts than being stuck on this island in general.
Eventually, he had managed to place himself somewhat comfortable outside of it. With a deep sigh of annoyance, he noticed the doc's presence at the beach as well. As he was talking to one of the other survivors, Sawyer just ignored them, turning his head a little though so that he hopefully wouldn't notice he was here - not that Sawyer would really care about that but he simply didn't feel like sitting in another consultation-hour right now especially as he was still feeling kind of dizzy.
With a hard expression on his face, Sawyer watched the waves of the open sea, while scraps of the last conversation he'd had with Kate only hours ago were passing through his mind.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 23, 2019 16:08:26 GMT -8
"I'll remember that. I feel better, having talked it out. Thank you. Same goes, by the way, though I can't imagine anything scaring you anymore...."
"Oh, elevators still scare the hell outta' me. At least there aren't any of those here," Gabe remarked, throwing her a grin and an elbow nudge. He was only half-kidding, though; being trapped in a box controlled by some unseen force was a bit terrifying.
"The nightmares eventually go away, right?"
He took a deep breath in consideration. "You want the truth or a feel-good lie?" he offered. God knows he'd seen and heard enough nightmare fuel to last for several lifetimes. But this situation didn't call for hard truths. It was more like when Dylan would demand a thorough clearing of the closet interior and under the bed to make sure there were no monsters waiting in the dark. "Truth is, they never really go away," he said, "but they fade. You make other memories, better ones, and they make the bad ones less sharp, less bright, not so painful."
Then Gabe was struck by an idea. All soldiers had their superstitions, so it couldn't hurt to share them. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small gray stone, its edges smoothed by years of water. "So, this here is from a river on my farm in Wyoming," he recounted, holding it up to the firelight. "My son gave it to me a couple years ago, said it was magic and it would keep me safe. Now I don't believe in magic, but I'm still in one piece. Maybe there's something to it. What do you think? Can I trust you with this family treasure?"
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Post by Ariel on Mar 23, 2019 22:19:00 GMT -8
"The bad news is I wasn't able to find anyone else with an inhaler. Will Shannon be alright?" "I'm guessing the prognosis is good since you're here and not at her bedside."
Jack chuckled slightly as he stared down at the delectable looking morsel of food that Gwen had graciously handed to him. Nodding his head, he peered back up at her, "Yeah. Yeah, Shannon is going to be just fine. Sun, actually, helped saved the day with the simple solution of eucalyptus," Jack smiled still as he shook his head, still kicking himself for not thinking of such a natural solution as eucalyptus, given their natural appearing surroundings, "And here we are." Jack spoke confidently as he grabbed a piece of fish between his two fingertips and lifting the fish up to his lips he took a mouthwatering bite, "This is good. I didn't realize how famished I was up until now, so thank you." Jack reveled in their delicious dinner.
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Post by Ariel on Mar 23, 2019 23:20:43 GMT -8
"Looks like you could use a hand... or arm?"
Linda jumped slightly, then fell to relief with an exhale as she noted Stu had arrived in sight. "Oh, hey there stranger," Linda gave him a side grin as her cheeks tinted red from slight embarrassment of her noticeable predicament, "The damn tarp on my shelter keeps coming undone, and I've tried to fix it but everything is currently against me at the moment," Linda shook her head before looking up at Stu in desperation, "Lend a damsel in distress a hand, one more time?" Linda asked, as this would now be the third time that Stu had come to her aid in the last couple of days and as defeated as she may have seemed in this moment, Linda was grateful for everything he had done for her.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 24, 2019 16:30:31 GMT -8
"Yeah. Yeah, Shannon is going to be just fine. Sun, actually, helped saved the day with the simple solution of eucalyptus. And here we are. ... This is good. I didn't realize how famished I was up until now, so thank you."
"You're quite welcome, and I'm glad Shannon's okay," Gwen replied, glad that she could take Jack's mind off everyone else's troubles at least for a little bit. The trick of using eucalyptus to calm Shannon's asthma must have been a welcome surprise. One of those island miracles that Jack had ordered up. "I'm afraid we're out of complimentary pretzels, so ... very sub-par performance on my part. I do hope you won't complain to my supervisor."
Her pleading, apologetic eyes were soon eclipsed by a smile, acknowledging the joke. She took a few more bites of fish before adding, "We're very lucky to have you, Jack. I know you were on the lookout for miracles, but I'm pretty sure that is one," she declared. "Why were you in Australia, by the way? Some sort of medical conference?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 30, 2019 15:40:23 GMT -8
Kate sat by one of the fires, facing the jungle. She'd been enjoying her dinner of freshly caught and cooked fish when she thought she'd caught sight through the flames and smoke of Jack returning to the camp. She'd lost sight of him in the darkness and when she'd finished eating, she'd wandered around to see where he'd gone off to but he was already in the middle of chatting with Gwen, so Kate continued to wander aimlessly.
Movement near the vicinity of Sawyer's tent caught her eye and Kate glanced over to see that Sawyer had ventured out of his tent against doctor's orders. Kate sighed and went to gather a peace offering. She was sure nobody had gone out of their way for someone who went out of his way to make everyone else miserable.
She approached from the side and lowered a large leaf with fresh fish into Sawyer's hard stare toward the sea before lowering herself beside him. Her peace offering for how things had ended earlier. She remained quiet while she glanced over toward his wound, noting the small stain of blood that had seeped through the bandage, no doubt due to his disregard for remaining on bedrest. Kate set her eyes back ahead toward the beach.
Rather than lecture him, she navigated carefully on shaky ground and tried to maintain the peace of the last couple minutes. "I'll change your bandage when you finish eating. Got enough water?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 30, 2019 16:13:09 GMT -8
Suddenly a large leaf with fresh fish on it got shuffled between the image of the open sea and him. Sawyer glanced to his side to see a Kate who seemed to offer him some kind of peace pipe; actually, a pipe would have been more to his liking right now, but that was most probably something not standing at the prescription. And so he wordlessly received the leaf.
"I'll change your bandage when you finish eating. Got enough water?"
As much as Sawyer wanted to make peace with Kate, he truly wanted, he just couldn't help giving her the needle once again by asking a question that could have been understood as neutral if there wasn't this audible undertone of sarcasm in it.
"Has Jack sent you?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 30, 2019 16:32:57 GMT -8
"You want the truth or a feel-good lie?"
"Truth," I said without hesitation. Truth, no matter how bad, was always better than a feel-good lie that would only let you down, sometimes even more so because of the false hope and expectations that may have come with the well-intentioned gesture.
"Truth is, they never really go away," "but they fade. You make other memories, better ones, and they make the bad ones less sharp, less bright, not so painful."
I nodded with understanding and acceptance. Though a sad truth, he'd spoken it in such a beautifully put way that it still managed to give me hope despite how long it sounded it may take.
"So, this here is from a river on my farm in Wyoming," "My son gave it to me a couple years ago, said it was magic and it would keep me safe. Now I don't believe in magic, but I'm still in one piece. Maybe there's something to it.
I looked over at the smooth grey stone Gabe held toward the firelight and smiled as he recounted the story behind it.
What do you think? Can I trust you with this family treasure?"
I held out my palm as he handed over the simple object, studying it vicariously through what it meant to Gabe before looking back at him. Such a small little thing that may not hold real magic but there was magic to the way it could give someone a bit of happiness and hope by the memories it evoked. "You're sure?" I asked but received no doubts on his decision. "I'll take good care of it," I promised, turning it in my hands and studying the object that came from a place that I'd never visited and had most likely gone in Gabe's travels to many other places around the world I'd never see. "I'll return it to you when rescue gets here. When I'm back home, I won't need it anymore. My family and friends have always been my rock," I said fondly.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 30, 2019 18:54:28 GMT -8
"I'll take good care of it...I'll return it to you when rescue gets here. When I'm back home, I won't need it anymore. My family and friends have always been my rock."
"Ah, I see what you did there," Gabe commented, glad that her spirits seemed to have lifted. Even a small gesture could mean a lot to someone that was alone in a strange place filled with fear and uncertainty. He imagined a boisterous group of her family and friends waiting back at LAX, holding handmade signs and balloons and flowers. There would be no such welcoming committee for him. More like a CIA debriefing team who would want to know exactly what went wrong.
"I'm sure they'll be happy to have you back home," he added, tossing another branch onto the fire. "You can regale them with exciting tales of island life. White sand beaches, luxurious accommodations, eating more bananas and mangos than you ever hoped to, running from large mysterious monsters and falling in holes. It's a good thing Gwen and her pals were there to get you out."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 31, 2019 17:04:41 GMT -8
"Has Jack sent you?"
Kate pulled her gaze off the ocean to narrow her eyes at him. Maybe he was making a dig over how much time she and Jack spend together but she did not like the implication that Jack had control over her. "Nobody sends me anywhere," she said evenly.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 31, 2019 18:26:58 GMT -8
"Ah, I see what you did there,"
I grinned, enjoying the lighter mood once again. "You're not the only punny one on the island."
"I'm sure they'll be happy to have you back home," "You can regale them with exciting tales of island life. White sand beaches, luxurious accommodations, eating more bananas and mangos than you ever hoped to, running from large mysterious monsters and falling in holes.
"I'm almost afraid to bring it up off-island. I'd sound like a crazy person, talking about some... mechanical... t-rex... thing." First time I was making light of the situation. I saw that as a good sign.
It's a good thing Gwen and her pals were there to get you out."
"Yah," I agreed, glancing sideways at him as I noted how he brought up Gwen again. Huh, maybe he did have a thing for her. Who could blame him? She was pretty, had an English accent, and made good company. Not one to be immature about such things since being teased about crushes had been the main line of torment that had haunted me throughout high school, I minded my business and pushed it aside, instead elaborating on the event. "We were really off the trail. It's a miracle they found us so fast." I looked at the rock as I turned it in my hands, realizing how very lucky Linda and I were. "We could have been down there for days before anyone found us. Maybe longer." I closed my hand around the rock and looked at Gabe. "You know, in all the chaos, I never thought to ask how they found us so fast." I looked thoughtful as I recalled a certain person on the rescue team who'd come to my aid once before in the jungle. "Bennett seems to know his way around the jungle pretty well. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd been the one to pick up our trail."
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Mar 31, 2019 18:30:56 GMT -8
"The damn tarp on my shelter keeps coming undone, and I've tried to fix it but everything is currently against me at the moment,""Lend a damsel in distress a hand, one more time?"
Walking over to her shelter Stu grabbed the tarp that Linda was struggling with.
"With the amount I am bailing your butt outta things I should start charging."
Stu pulled the tarp down and tied it off to stop it flapping about in the breeze.
"Course you could always put me on retainer then I'll always be at your service."
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Post by Ye Ol' Pearl on Apr 1, 2019 4:14:24 GMT -8
The night was already setting on the camp as Spencer got back from the caves. Small groups of people still scattered about, however, the day seemed far from over for many. Shadows dancing between warm hues from flickering torches the man could never help but find the sharp contrast, between their desperate situation and the beautiful environment they were in, curious. He could understand that it was easy, at times, to forget that they were not on vacation. Or some kind of exotic CBS speed-dating experiment. He himself had to refocus his spider-senses and professionalism many times a day if only to ice away from the view of the azure blue sea in the morning. Honestly, there wasn’t much he was missing from his old life, but one thing. Yet this one thing was important enough to make his efforts of finding a way out of this green hell tireless.
Exiting from the tree-line the tall man welcomed the warm sand beneath his feet after taking his shoes off. Wearing just some cargo shorts with his sanitary essentials he had a towel swung over his naked shoulder. Coming back from a quick wash down at the cave, getting rid of the grime and sweat, he felt more relaxed now knowing that the day’s work was done. But going back to the caves now and then wasn’t just for sanitation, it was also a great way to pick up the latest news since many of the more prominent survivors had chosen to relocate there. So he’d learned that Sayid, for example, had left the group to ‘map the island’. Which sounded like code for alone-time. Had he known ahead of time he’d made a pretty good case of tagging along.
Putting a backpack, he was carrying with the hand that wasn’t holding his moist towel in place, on the ground a couple of full water bottles already spilled out. Picking one he waved nearby people to attention while already moving away from the stash. “Nightcaps, everybody.” His baritone, commanding voice carried effortlessly above the conversations. It was only polite that everyone who went to the caves for what reason ever would bring back water for the rest. Making his way over to his buddy Gabe Spencer placed his right arm on the man’s shoulder, leaning on him ever so slightly while tuning into the conversation. “Misses Rogers.” He nodded politely at Heidi, having made it his mission to guess her last name every time they met since she only gave ‘R.’ to everyone he knew.
“What were you two lovebirds catching up on?” he asked the two, not meaning anything by the term. It was just his relaxed way of talking to people. Pulling the end of the towel that was dangling down his bare chest up to wipe away new beads of moisture that had already formed on his face once more the man could’ve certainly done without the humidity, if anything. He’d just taken a ‘bath’ for Christ’s sake. But his metabolism was a furnace. Always had been.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 1, 2019 8:55:17 GMT -8
Sawyer could feel that she was giving him the evil eye even without turning his head to the side.
"Nobody sends me anywhere,"
To clarify his position, he wasn't too keen on making Jack their subject of conversation, not at all, and so he was using her negation to lead this completely elsewhere instead.
"So this means you're here because you want to.", Sawyer concluded with a flirty grin all of a sudden.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 1, 2019 16:19:25 GMT -8
"You know, in all the chaos, I never thought to ask how they found us so fast. Bennett seems to know his way around the jungle pretty well. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd been the one to pick up our trail."
And there was Bennett's name again. Out wandering in the jungle, conveniently placed to come to Heidi and Linda's rescue. And there he was tonight, sneaking off into the jungle that all of them avoided as much as they could, even in broad daylight. Something just felt off...
“Misses Rogers ... What were you two lovebirds catching up on?”
But before Gabe could continue this line of questioning, a muscular arm was placed around his shoulder and he looked over to see a smirking Spencer outlined in the firelight. He knew the former Navy man would be an asset in their current situation if Gabe could just maneuver around the massive ego. As if the boys on the bomb squad didn't have a healthy enough ego of their own.
"Evenin', Spencer," he greeted. "I was just asking Heidi here how many pilots does it take to change a light bulb?" he said, pausing for the punchline. "Just one. He holds the bulb, and the world revolves around him."
He chuckled and slapped Spencer on the shoulder that didn't bear a shrapnel scar. "Okay, okay, here's one even the flyboy will get," Gabe offered. "A Platoon Sergeant and his Platoon Leader are bunking down in the field for the night. The Platoon Sergeant looks up and says, 'When you see all the stars in the sky, what do you think, sir?' The Lieutenant replies, 'Well, I think of how insignificant we really are in the universe; how small a piece of such a grand design. I can't help but wonder if what we do truly means anything or makes any difference. Why? What do you think of, Sergeant?' And the Sergeant says, 'I think somebody stole the damn tent'."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 1, 2019 23:15:45 GMT -8
"So this means you're here because you want to."
That caught Kate off guard. She turned to look at him again and narrowed her eyes at his playful grin. Damn, he'd set her up and she'd walked right into it. Kate shrugged and got to her feet, starting to gather the items she'd need as she spoke. "That's right," she said before adding matter-of-factly, "Because nobody else wants to be."
There hadn't been any malice in her tone. Just a reminder as politely put as it could be. Sawyer seemed to be making an effort to get them back on civil ground after the downward spiral as of late that had finally sent them into that fiery crash earlier today. But she wanted it to be clear to him that all couldn't be forgiven and forgotten with a simple flirtation. Not even when he threw in that damned sexy smile. It wasn't how he'd blown up at her over the letter. That, she could understand and saw no need of an apology for. It was what had happened before that. He'd continuously manipulated her until he'd gotten what he'd wanted.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 3, 2019 21:23:05 GMT -8
“Misses Rogers ... What were you two lovebirds catching up on?”
The last name guessing had been an ongoing bit of fun that had unintentionally started when Spencer had seen the luggage tag on my carry-on, which simply read 'Heidi R', while I'd been digging through it. He'd just launched into making guesses and the amusing ice breaker had turned into an inside joke. I didn't have a problem with him or anyone else here knowing my last name but this was just much more fun. "Not even close. I'll give you a hint. It's not 'Misses', just 'Miss'." I smirk, amused at my own completely unhelpful smart ass hint toward his title slip-up.
"Evenin', Spencer," "I was just asking Heidi here how many pilots does it take to change a light bulb?" "Just one. He holds the bulb, and the world revolves around him."
I chuckled. The often used light bulb joke always managed to be funny for some reason when used in good natured ribbing.
"Okay, okay, here's one even the flyboy will get," "A Platoon Sergeant and his Platoon Leader are bunking down in the field for the night. The Platoon Sergeant looks up and says, 'When you see all the stars in the sky, what do you think, sir?' The Lieutenant replies, 'Well, I think of how insignificant we really are in the universe; how small a piece of such a grand design. I can't help but wonder if what we do truly means anything or makes any difference. Why? What do you think of, Sergeant?' And the Sergeant says, 'I think somebody stole the damn tent'."
About halfway through the joke, it was sounding vaguely familiar but that didn't lessen my amused grin. Delivering a long storied joke wasn't easy but Gabe was tackling it like a pro, and though I couldn't quite remember how it went, I did remember it being a good one. When the punchline finally came, I laughed. I looked toward Spencer, anticipating the thought that he might take a turn at returning the good-natured ribbing and/or make more last name guesses.
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Post by Ye Ol' Pearl on Apr 3, 2019 23:41:27 GMT -8
In stressful situations it was always good to have something that distracted from the dire reality at hand. And if Spencer was capable of one thing it was distracting himself and the people around him from the stress. There was no other healthy way to deal with it. Not in the moment at least. And he liked his bit with Heidi, he thought it was rather smart and playful and his inquisitive nature had facilitated it by scanning her luggage tag. He had a thing for subconsciously registering all text that he came across. Wiggling his brows once at her clarification the man gave her a nod of approval. “Miss …” he repeated. “… see, we’re getting somewhere.” It was in no way a hint towards her last-name enigma but a little fact about her person none the less.
Looking at Gabe intently while he rattled down his first military rivalry joke Spencer’s blue orbs soon glistened with silent amusement, also evident in the fine lines beneath his eyes. Scruff lined lips tilting into a lop-sided grin he shook his head lightly. But even before he could try to muster a reply to that he was granted much more pondering-time in the shape of yet another, more elaborate joke. This time, luckily, not aimed at pilots specifically. He couldn’t even remember when he had last slept in a tent in the line of duty, if ever. He was usually stationed on airbases or aircraft carriers with plenty civilized amenities. Probably basic training … that’s when. They had to camp out in the desert then.
“You know … that’s not entirely true.” Spencer intervened with a large gesture, returning back to Gabe’s first joke. “The number of pilots would be zero … because unlike grunts, pilots are not afraid of the dark.” He winked at the man. The dark was, after all, the perfect camouflage for any military mission … however that went for the Army as well as the Navy or the Air Force. He was indeed comfortable in the dark, however. Because it meant that whatever was out there experienced the same drawbacks what vision was concerned. Unless they were dealing with a giant bat or something. Sure, he could’ve gone and cracked an Army joke in return. But he didn’t really know any good ones.
“Have you guys heard about the Arab guy, though?” Yes, Spencer knew the guy's name, but he was still harboring if only the slightest, irrational contempt toward the man for having served on the opposite side during Desert Storm. But he wasn’t going to air his grievances out to everyone and potentially influence their opinions. However, without waiting for a reply he proceeded: “Apparently he’s gotten the cabin fever and headed out for a loooong stroll.” Which had initially, actually, motivated Spence to think about a little mission of his own he had yet to tell Gabe about. Because if there was anyone he could count on it was his military buddy.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 4, 2019 12:13:35 GMT -8
“You know … that’s not entirely true. The number of pilots would be zero … because unlike grunts, pilots are not afraid of the dark.”
"Psh," Gabe scoffed at Spencer's assertion. "Not my fault you Navy boys can't be trusted with night vision goggles." He laughed again, aware that the rivalry was not one to be taken seriously. Not in a place like this where everyone had to rely on each other to survive. He was also relieved that Heidi's fears seemed to have been replaced by sarcasm and a smile, for the time being at least.
“Have you guys heard about the Arab guy, though? Apparently he’s gotten the cabin fever and headed out for a loooong stroll.”
"Yeah, I talked to Sayid before he left," Gabe said with a nod. "He made it pretty clear this was a solo mission." He felt no need to elaborate on his connection to the Iraqi, out of both professional and personal courtesy. "He couldn't get the transceiver working so he's moving onto Plan B, mapping out the island. He's got good reason to get home; I don't doubt his commitment to that goal."
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