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| JoeyLostDharma | Nov 13 2008, 02:32 PM Post #1 |
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Day 27: Follow The Rules, Post Some Kick arse Entries And Enjoy. (Previously On Lost RPG....if someone wants to put something in here, it'd be cool. But there doesn't have to be) Edited by JoeyLostDharma, Nov 15 2008, 12:17 PM.
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| JoeyLostDharma | Nov 13 2008, 02:50 PM Post #2 |
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Ana Day 27 - Entry 1 "Moo, Moo!" Ana popped her head up suddenly. She had slept on the grass under a tree last night. There was no way she could keep going without rest. Ana guessed that she was no more than a couple hours from the beach now. "Moooo!" she heard it again. That couldn't be a - Then a big brown cow with a bell stepped out from the trees and looked at Ana. It gave her one of those looks, Cows do. Where they just stare and stare. Ana shook her head with disbelief. 'Man, I wish I had a camera out here' she thought to herself. "Or a knife" she said aloud. This cow would be fantastic to eat, she thought. But, it wasn't possible, not now..plus she had a mission. Ana put on ehr shoes and kept on going. She was almost there now. |
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| WildBillKO | Nov 13 2008, 05:58 PM Post #3 |
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Miles, day 27-1 "Michael, what the heck was up with taht guy? Is everybody on this island that... that..." "Unique?" said Michael, as diplomatically as possible. "I was going to say retarded, but unique is a much more PC way to put it." Miles liked Michael-- he seemed as normal as a person stranded on an island for nearly four weeks could be. They had gone to the beach and spent the night, and were grabbing a quick bite to eat before heading out to find Walt. The party to rescue Arzt from his prison in the banyan tree had already departed, and Michael, Miles, and a companion would be trying to track down the youngster shortly What Miles most appreciated about Michael was that despite the fact that he was obviously deeply worried about his son's well-being, he was able to keep his wits about him. A good man to have watching your back. Miles also could not remember having healed from a twisted ankle, much less multiple gunshot wounds, as quickly as he had. There wasn't even a scar from either injury. Something very strange is definitely going on here, and I'm not sure whether I like it or not. So, after breakfast ended, the mercenary and his two black companions headed out toward the jungle, looking for signs of where Walt might have gone off to. |
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| DarthHaggis | Nov 13 2008, 06:16 PM Post #4 |
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Day 27-1 Leslie Arzt (sorry it’s so long. I’m back to my old form apparently…) Sigh… Arzt had slept in some awkward positions, but sleeping in the confines of a banyan tree prison was definitely one of his least favorites. At first he passed the time with dreams of grandeur. But eventually, the weight of things settled upon him. He was a father. He had a son. It had taken a few days to make its full impact, but he was a dad. And he liked the kid. At first Karl had been part of his mission. But since he found out it was his son, there grew some genuine concern for him. Arzt wondered if he could be a good dad. The kid definitely didn’t like this place. Maybe Arzt could get him off of the island. If he was gonna fulfill the mission, he’d have to be leaving anyway. He could take Karl with him. Maybe even Greta too. Then there was the mission, and this strange vision he’s been having about killing someone. He had horrible dreams about it the night before. He was shooting the pregnant girl in the stomach, killing her and her baby. He was shooting that dark haired Emo, Jack as he cried about something or other. He was strangling the dead hippy rockstar. Dead, dead, dead. D-E-D, dead. And then he had a vision of the man he believed to be Benjamin. Ben Linus. The mission. He supposed that the killing should lead him to him. His two missions collided. So alike, so different. Take Ben for Beatrice and the Others, or do as he was conditioned to do by Henry Gale. Just then, Arzt caught site of his revolver lying in the grass outside of his banyan cage. He wasn’t sure how it got there. He must have brought it with him to look for Walt with the crazy Chink. He had forgotten. But there it lay, just out of reach. Arzt began reaching through the branches, and just barely… THERE! He exclaimed triumphantly as his upper torso squeezed through the branches allowing him the room he needed to grab onto the gun. However, his belly lodged itself firmly in between the branch/root system, and he was now immobilized, ˝ of him within the tree, and the other half of him outside of it. But he did have the gun. Why hadn’t he used it when the bear attacked? No matter. So Arzt tried to maneuver himself from this awkward position to shoot one of the branches. He was at point blank range. He took aim, careful not to hit himself, and… BLAM!!!! A bullet rocketed out of the gun and missed the branch that was the target by about 12 inches or so. The gun decided to rocket in the other direction and spin out of his hand, landing about five feet away. Now Arzt was stuck in the tree with a gun about 5 feet out of reach, and that dang branch was digging into his side. Then he noticed the ants. Little ants were marching with their red and black antenna waving all the same right up the branch towards Arzt. He hated ants. Just as they started crawling all over him and biting him, he started screaming, and managed to pop himself out of his current confines back into the prison of the tree. “Que cet idiot fait-il maintenant?” a woman’s voice inquired as Arzt saw Danielle saunter into the clearing. She looked at Arzt and shook her head. “I can’t get out, you must help me!” Arzt cried as he attempted to slap off the little red ants that were biting him. Danielle walked around to the back of the tree and strode easily through some roots on the other side of the tree that led directly to Arzt. “You’re trapped in here too?” Arzt cried out as he found her standing next to him. “Oh my gosh! Now we both are stuck here with the ants!” She closed her eyes in consternation and took Arzt’s arm, leading him out the way she had come in. Arzt followed her to the back of the tree and was quite amazed as he easily squeezed through some roots at the back of the tree. Had this pathway been there the whole time? Wow. Well, it’s a good thing that Arzt had discovered the way out, otherwise, Frenchie and him would have been trapped for even longer than he was! “Well, it’s a good thing we found the way out, otherwise we both would have been trapped in there!” .... An hour or two later, Arzt was sitting at the beach, filling in a few people on how he victoriously destroyed the Tempest. Some of the people had made it back, others had not. Arzt could barely remember who went anyways, and he couldn’t be bothered with details like who made it out. What was important was that he was victorious!!! “So I wonder what happened to everyone else?” some red shirt asked Arzt, who was frustrated that she wasn’t happy that Arzt was victorious! “Well, what’s really important is that I, I mean, WE were successful! Moreover –“ “Hey, guys,” the Indian looking rag - headed guy interupted, “Mr. Arzt, we are discussing some things back in the hatch, and your presence is requested due to the recent happenings at the Tempest. If you would…” he raised his arm indicating that Arzt was to follow. So he did. .... Arzt entered the great room in the Swan station and it was occupied by several people. Danielle was already there, as was Libby, Claire with Aaron in tow, and Sun, who had made it back from the Tempest, apparently. Arzt apparently was stepping into the middle of a discussion. “We can’t keep the poor guy locked up there,” Claire declared. “I’m not sure he can be trusted,” Sayid said indecisively as he led Arzt in. “Well he says his balloon crashed here,” Libby commented, “there’s no crime in that!” “And you believe him,” Sun hissed viciously. “You’ve seen what these people have been doing to us! We can’t trust any of them-“ “Wait, you said balloon?” Arzt interrupted. “What do you mean?” “We’ve captured a man, Mr. Arzt, named Henry Gale, who claims to have piloted a balloon across the Pacific and crashed here. Unfortunately, we have no way of verifying if he is who he-“ “Henry Gale?” Arzt asked excitedly. “Henry is here? I thought he died! Where is he?” “Wait a minute,” Claire interrupted cautiously, “You know him?” “Yeah, we’re like best friends!” Arzt declared happily, all thoughts of his mission fading away. “I’m married to his wife, or he to mine, or something like that. That is, before she died a week or two ago. Where is he?” The whole group had trouble following Arzt’s rambling. Sayid simply walked over to the pantry and entered a code into the doorway, and it swung open just as Arzt declared, “HENRY YOU’RE ALIVE!!!!” running into the room to hug his old friend. And at that moment, down the entry tunnel came two newcomers, Jin and a sobbing Rose. Edited by DarthHaggis, Nov 13 2008, 06:22 PM.
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| An Gael | Nov 13 2008, 07:27 PM Post #5 |
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The Swan Station Jin knew what he had to do, he knew how he had to act. He had to be a leader. And so he didn't mind at all that Rose stayed behind him, hiding in her misery. He held her hand as they stepped into the Swan together. The room was surpringly full and all seemed surprised to see it get a little fuller. 'Jin!' He had gotten too used to Sun shouting that name in horror. He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close, properly, for the first time since he had left on that reft. Rose still clutched his left hand behind them. 'You're back!' She said overjoyed. 'That's right Sun, I'm back.' And with that he kissed her, properly, for the first time since he had left on that raft. Smiles were sprouting up from all corners of the room, but Jin did not respond the same and soon the smiles vanished again. 'What has happened?' Sayid was all too aware that something was wrong. Letting Sun go, but still holding onto Rose, he announced to the room: 'Is this everyone?' They looked around at eachother, and Libby nodded, 'pretty much.' 'Goodwin, Cindy - Desmond? Have any of these come back?' 'No. Only Sun came back-' 'And the Captain of the mission!' roared Artx raucously. He emerged from the pantry with an infuriating smile on his face. 'Good to have you back Mr. Miagy! We certainly showed those Others a thing-' 'I'm glad you made it Mr. Artz. Danielle have you seen any of those three in the jungle?' Jin quickly moved his attention away from Artz - how was this man still walking - and turned to Danielle. 'The only person I've come across was this captain here, stuck in-' '-a bit of a pickle with an Artic bear no less. But it was no match for my superior prowess. The trick is to-' 'Sayid, what about Sawyer?' Jin had interupted Artz again who looked mortally wounded at his rudeness. 'He's still M.I.A. John Locke has been the most recent to disappear. What exactly happened Jin?' Sayid had unfolded his arms and was leaning on the couch - which for him was practically a state of panic. 'Goodwin and Cindy are others. In the Tempest, I overheard them speaking.' 'NO!' Libby was aghast. 'He can't be! He helped us set up camp after the crash-' 'And helped Gabe kept kidnapped while he was at it.' Jin's words rang coldly through the station, 'And Desmond has recently defected to the Others as well. Before we blew the Tempest, Gabriel made sure the gas was also destroyed. It wasn't. And now Desmond has helped the Others create more.' 'This can't be happening,' Libby dropped down onto a couch, 'So the people who I crashed with... Gabriel is gone?' Jin nodded. 'Goodwin is an Other?' Jin nodded. 'Nathan and Cindy is working with them?' Jin nodded. 'And now Eko...' 'Eko?' Jin asked. 'Eko died the other day,' said Claire putting a hand on Libby's shoulder. Rose's hand clenched a little tighter around Jin's. 'Claire,' continued Jin, 'Is there any word from Jack, Kate, Shannon?' 'No, we don't know anything.' 'Jin,' Sayid had stepped forward, 'What happened?' The room fell silent. Jin was about to speak when Artz bet him to it. 'Well as depressing as all that sounds, I have some fantastic news! One of my highly intellectual colleagues has tracked me down and arrived here on the island! What would you people do without me!' The room all looked disbelievingly at Artz. 'Now why on earth did you have him tied up!?' laughed Artz as the man in the pantry stepped slowly into the room, rubbing his wrists. 'Oh, hello everybody,' he siad with an unsettling variety of smile, 'I don't believe we've all been introduced. My name is Henry Gale.' |
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| efc91 | Nov 14 2008, 12:25 PM Post #6 |
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Sawyer Vs The World - "Wake up call" Sawyer opened his eyes to find himself in a white room. It was like a box, there was no door, no window, no nothing. The last thing Sawyer could remember was a gun being fired at him but there was no wound. "Where am I" He shouted. Suddenly a voice rang out of no where. "You are in the company of Charles Widmore now, Oh don't worry about what happened to you in Paris it was a tranquilizer dart not a bullet", The voice seemed to come from a speaker hidden in one of the walls, "James, Charles will be here soon, he has a proposition for you". |
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| Heimdall | Nov 14 2008, 03:16 PM Post #7 |
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Day 27-1 (Battle for the longest post) Benjamin Linus Ben sat in the little cell playing a little game in his head. It involved counting and calculations, and had a lyrical component as well that stimulated focus and concentration. It was something he had invented long ago… He repeated the numbers in a cadence and then converted them to letters to pass the time as he waited. Aside from his satchel, the number game had been his sole companion this day. Sometimes he used it to help with his attention. Ben Linus found that he had attention trouble over the years, and performing this simple exercise helped him to not get distracted when he needed to concentrate. Other times, when he was bored, he did it out of habit and for entertainment. At times, when he was truly bored, he would mouth the incantations, and ironically, people often thought it meant he wasn’t paying attention. What he was really doing was tapping into his long-term memory and allowing himself to catalogue everything that occurred around him. He didn’t quite have a photographic memory, but when he employed this technique, he could recall details with relative ease, and the game exercised the part of his mind that was responsible for this skill. “Lot 2343,” the auctioneer announced, and Ben continued his mind game, but refocused his thoughts on this new game. “The Ledger of the Black Rock. This ledger is the only surviving artifact of the final voyage of the Black Rock, a trade ship that set sail from Portsmouth, England March 22, 1845 on a trading mission to the Kingdom of Siam in southeastern Asia. The ledger was discovered 7 years later among the artifacts of pirates on Île Sainte-Marie. The bidding will start at 200,000 pounds.” Ben waited for several minutes, waiting and watching. There were about three to four bidders. Some waited, as Ben did, to become involved. But there was one gentleman in the back who continued to raise the stakes about every third or fourth bid. He would be a problem. The bidding slowed at 300,000 pounds, and Ben decided to get involved. Eventually, the only opponent he had left was the problem child he had noted earlier, and he logged a bid of 315,000. Ben was becoming irritated, but he had noticed that his opponent was raising the stakes to a lesser and lesser degree. He could overshoot him, he estimated, and it was doubtful that his opponent could keep up with the finances that Charles was willing to invest in this. Besides, he liked the idea of spending Widmore’s money. “380,000,” Ben said as the auctioneer was looking for a bid of 318,000, and the effect was immediate. Southfield Auction House became silent, and no opposing bids were placed. An hour or so later Ben left with a package under his arm. And as he left, two very large men took him by the shoulders. Ben wondered if they were intelligent enough to make sounds. “Come with us,” they managed to say. Ben followed them making no move to resist, even though their grip on him was quite firm. “Of course,” Ben replied, looking over his shoulder at Widmore’s driver on the other side of the parking lot. Immediately, Widmore’s men began racing towards Ben and his assailants, but they would not get there in time. Ben was forced into the back seat of a sedan, and it screeched off with one of Widmore’s cars in pursuit. The room was dark as he continued his recital. This last time when he came in, he hadn’t bothered to tie himself up, and he just sat in the corner with a shelf just above him, shadowing his face. The door opened, and Ben was curious as to who was coming to see him. He hadn’t planned for anyone to come in now, and to be honest, he would have tied himself up if he was expecting guests. “Henry you’re alive!” a behemoth of a man declared with arms open as wide as the door. Ben looked at him skeptically. Which one was this? He ran the calculations in his brain. Who was he? Arzt. Leslie Arzt. That’s right. Out of all of the files, Ben had paid the least attention to this one. To be honest, he kind of expected him to be dead by now based on Ethan and Goodwin’s information. But then there was that whole thing with the Tempest, and they renewed their efforts to discover who he was. The information hadn’t come back by the time Ben had left for the Flame. Safely enshrouded in the shadows, Ben looked up and said questionably, “Leslie?” “Who are you?” Arzt responded. “Where’s Hank? Where is he?” he said, looking around stupidly. With the door now open, Ben realized there was a little meeting going on outside, and he heard a male voice say, “No. Only Sun came back,” and Arzt practically sprinted into the great room to triumphantly trumpet: “And the captain of the mission!” not looking back to the chamber, perhaps forgetting it was even there as he slobbered over the details of the Tempest’s destruction. For a few minutes, Ben wasn’t sure what to do. He supposed he had accomplished much of what he had set out to do. He could leave, and no one be the wiser. But they were all in one place. Perhaps… “Well as depressing as all that sounds,” Ben heard Arzt say, “I have some fantastic news! One of my highly intellectual colleagues has tracked me down and arrived here on the island! What would you people do without me! “Now why on earth did you have him tied up!?' laughed Artz as Ben walked into the center room. ”Oh, hello everybody,” he said pleasantly with his warmest, most genuine smile, “I don't believe we've all been introduced. My name is Henry Gale.” Arzt looked at him quizzically, “You’re not Hank! Hank’s colored.” “What do you mean?” Sayid demanded with various other objections rising up amongst the survivors as well. Ben may have chose wrong. He looked around in panic, deciding whether to flee or not. He could stay or go, which was it… A firm Korean hand on his arm told him that staying was the preferred option at the moment. “Mr. Arzt, you do not know this man?” Jin asked Arzt. “Well, I… I’ve seen him, but he’s not Henry Gale. Are you kidding me? My wife wouldn’t sleep with this guy!” An awkward silence gripped the room, much like Jin’s hand on Ben’s arm. Within minutes, Ben was tied back up, a bit tighter than before, and his arms were splayed outward on the floor with one extremity tied to the four corners of the room. It was going to be a long night. |
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| Zsinister Dobre | Nov 14 2008, 03:38 PM Post #8 |
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CHARLES WIDMORE Day 27 Entry 1 Sawyer stood up and felt around the white walls for a way out. There was nothing. He was totally enclosed. He slammed his fists against the walls in frustration, and something jarred loose from the ceiling falling to the floor. Sawyer looked up and saw a small lens in the corner of the ceiling. Glaring up at it he began to shout, "LET ME OUT OF HERE! I'LL KILL YOU ALL, YOU SONS OF ---" The sound of static from a speaker put his rant on hold. Then came a voice, "Now now James. Death threats will get you nowhere." sardonically taunted Widmore. "I warned you Chucky, next time we met I'd kill you." "Which is exactly why you're in there and I'm out here. But I'm willing to let you out James, so long as you play nice." "How 'bout you just play with yourself, Doctor Evil." snapped back Sawyer. "Your anger is misdirected. It's the reason for all you're current problems James. You were tortured, and brainwashed, and forced into a job not of your own will. You're all wound up like a rabid dog, you just need to be unleashed on the proper person." Sawyer grew silent, absorbing what Widmore was saying. Widmore continued, "After you're brief employ with me, I kept tabs on you. I knew you were a passenger on flight 815, which the media has frenzied over ever since it's crash. I know where you were James, and as illogical as it sounds, up until recently I did not know how to find it. Now I do, and I'm proposing you go back, and settle your own business with those responsible for turning your life upside down." Sawyer glared back up into the camera, "You hiring me again, boss?" "You will be transported to the boat. It leaves later today." |
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| efc91 | Nov 14 2008, 06:07 PM Post #9 |
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Sawyer Vs The World - "Sleep" "Ok so what now Charles?" Sawyer shouted up to the camera, "Hey you still there? Hey I'm talking to you, answer me?" "You sleep". Suddenly gas begun to spray through the walls of Widmore's white jail. Sawyer callapsed. |
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| CharliePaceMBE | Nov 14 2008, 06:22 PM Post #10 |
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Curly haired guy (Gabriel) Richard had informed Gabriel of the experiments within the Orchid station…. The orchid… where had he heard that name? Thinking back or forward to his time as a Dharma member he remembered rumours of a man disappearing within the Orchid. This man was believed to have been transported in time. Sadly he was transported to a time without means of getting back. Gabriel however had that capability. Richard had given him a copy of the subway train station map which showed that he needed to go west so west he walked. “Gabriel is that you?” “Libby? Is that really you Libby?” “Yes it’s me where have you been? I have been so worried!” “It’s complicated…” “Please tell me. I need to know” ”I need to rest. I am sorry Libby maybe in the morning” He rested in the Swan station. He had only been here on the rare occasion but it felt like home to him. Having Libby beside him in a warm comfy bed seemed to good to last and last it did not. Being woken up by shouting in the next room he awoke and bolted towards the commotion. What he saw shocked him immensely. On the wall was a message written in blood. Drips of the crimson red liquid were running down to the floor. The message read “We will find you Gabriel and we will kill you once and for all”. “Who wrote this message?” Gabriel shouted across the room. “We don’t know!” Hurley shouted as he held a blood soaked Locke in his arms. “Is that his blood? Why would they do this to him?” “Blood? Oh yeah blood I don’t…”Hurley seemingly previously oblivious to the blood all over him fainted at the realisation of it. “Hurley! Hurley! gosh darn it!” Running towards an unconscious Locke and Hurley he tripped on an object on the ground and fell onto Locke’ limp body. “Gabriel… I failed you” “Locke it’s quite alright it is me who has failed everyone. Tell me who did this to you!” “It was...she said you betrayed her… you must escape before she gets you too” “Who did I betray? Locke… Locke” He was gone. His last actions were to warn Gabriel of the danger he was in. What a man John Locke was. Gabriel had to honour him in the only way he could… revenge. |
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| WildBillKO | Nov 14 2008, 08:15 PM Post #11 |
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Miles, Day 27-2 "So, tell me about your son, Michael." Miles hoped to glean some information from his companion that would be helpful in completing what Abaddon had sent him to do. C'mon, give me something, anything. A favorite team. A toy I can bribe him with. I don't want to have to do this by force. "He's not going to give you anything useful," stated their companion. Miles didn't even know the guy's name, but he definitely looked like someone who had been around the block a few times. He had this aura about him where you felt very comfortable opening up to him, but you knew in the back of your mind you really shouldn't-- and that you would never really get to know him. Miles started to ask what he knew, but was interrupted by Michael. "You know, Miles, I don't know him all that well myself. We've been separated for a long time... I was really hoping to get to know my son better." "That's why." The third man spoke with a decidedly African accent, and Miles had slept through his linguistics training, so he couldn't narrow it further. Looking at him, he spoke with authority, like someone who was in a position of power, but not a politician or a businessman... Miles ignored his statement and turned back to Michael. "I hope everything works out so you can have plenty of time with him to get to know him better. Any ideas on how to find him?" "Just head back to camp, he's on his way back to the beach," stated man number three. "How the hell do you know that?" Miles exclaimed. "Michael looked a bit annoyed. "How the hell do I know what? I didn't say anything." "Not you, Michael. Him. He said Walt was on his way back to camp." Michael looked at Miles quizzically. "Who, exactly, told you Walt was on his way back?" "Him." Miles pointed at their companion... who was not present. What happened to him? "Miles, it was just you and me. We didn't get any other volunteers. So, I ask you again, WHO were you talking to?" With this question, Michael grabbed Miles by the throat and shoved him against a palm tree. "The other black guy!" Miles gasped under the weight of Michael palm crushing his windpipe. "He had a carved walking stick and spoke like he was from Africa or the Caribbean someplace! I swear!" Michael quickly removed his hand from Miles' gullet. "A guy that fits that description died here a while back. We never knew what happened to him. You're telling me he's alive?" Edited by WildBillKO, Nov 14 2008, 08:20 PM.
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| Zsin Dobre | Nov 14 2008, 09:09 PM Post #12 |
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DESMOND Day 27 Entry 1 Desmond woke after trying to get some sleep overnight. He had traveled the entire day before, and was on the verge of infiltrating the Other’s domain, so he wanted to ensure that he was well rested. After some stretching and a good splash of water to the face, he turned and peered down into the valley. Goodwin had mentioned that once Desmond reached the fence he’d know he was there. He made his way down into the open valley and stood before the pylons. They seemed a bit menacing. “That’s odd” he thought, “you could pass right through.” It never occurred to him that Goodwin may have purposely left out one little detail about the fence. Desmond cautiously took a step towards the interior. “WAIT!” Shouted a voice from behind. Desmond quickly stepped back and turned drawing his gun. A young man threw up his arms, “hey, put that down. I’m trying to help you.” “Help me?” reserved Desmond as he lowered the gun, determining the kid to be relatively harmless. “Yes. One more step and you would’ve suffered some severe cerebral hemorrhaging.” replied the kid as he approached Desmond. Desmond was a bit vexed, “Who are you?” he asked. “I’m Karl. Who are you?” “I’m someone who needs to get inside of there.” Desmond thrusted a pointed finger in the general direction of the fence. Always one to be antiestablishment, Karl eagerly obliged. He walked over to the near pylon and entered a code into a keypad. “There... After you, um... What did you say your name was?” Feeling a bit more like he could trust him, Desmond judiciously divulged his name, “My name's Desmond.” The two passed through the deactivated pylons and on into the premises together. Edited by Zsin Dobre, Nov 14 2008, 09:19 PM.
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| An Gael | Nov 15 2008, 03:35 AM Post #13 |
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The Swan 'Artz what the hell are you rambling on about this time?' The room was now staring at a fully grown man who by all acounts was being scolded like a child - he scratched the back of his leg with his foot and fumbled with his fingers, his eyeballs bouncing around in their sockets. 'I..uh-' Suddenly the rear entrance to the Swan opened and a man entered looking surprised and confused at the gathering. 'What the- Jin, Rose you're back!' 'It's good to see you again Steve,' replied Jin for both of them. 'We thought you'd... well you know. This calls for a celebration! How about I route out the chalkboard and we see if we can win back that Pictionary Trophy huh!?That was a great night...' Steve's wide eyes quickly faded. 'Not right now Steve, but perhaps you should join us. We were just discussing our latest arrival-' 'Oh you mean the Asian guy. Yeah, where the heck did he come from?' pondered Steve scratching his head. 'Asian?' Jin threw a glance at Sayid who shrugged his shoulders in response, 'What Asian?' 'You know the Asian guy that just appeared. I saw him head out with Michael a while ago. You know, the one who came back with Artz.' Once again the room turned to the scolded schoolboy in the corner. 'Artz?' Jin, Sayid and Danielle were all now advancing on the man. He swallowed a knot in his throat but unless it was a cyanide pill, he wasn't going to be getting out of this one. Artz had unluckily backed himself up against a chair and it only took one of Sayid's arms on his shoulder to force him to sit down. Danielle cracked her knuckles as loudly as she could throwing Jin a wink as the three of the loomed over the now whimpering specimen infront of them. 'Anything you'd like to share with us Captain?' 'Well, em. Yes, Steve is absoloutley right. Great observation that kid, always thought so. Anyway there I was, ontop of the polar bear holding it's jaws open with my bare fists. It must have been at least twelve foot long and weighed-' Sayid cleared his throat quite loudly in Artz's ear. '-Well yes, anyway, out of the sky, dropped this person. He looked like some relation of yours actually, perhaps you know him-' This time it was Jin who cleared his throat. 'Mr. Artz-' 'Of course, of course! So I broke the bear's neck there and then and would have done the same to the chi- ASIAN! as well if I had have known he'd be so hostile. Luckily I'm trained in Argentinian street defence and was able to get hold of his gun but he pulled some of his ninja-voodoo moves and managed to get away unfortunately...' Jin looked at Sayid and then Danielle. They knew as well as he did that Artz didn't know anything and so he stepped back, the other two followed suit and returned his attention to the room at large. 'The only reason I didn't say anything sooner was I'm not one to boast you see-' 'That'll do Artz. Thank you for your help,' interjected Sayid cooly. Everyone in the room looked anxiously at one another in silence. 'What are we going to do guys?' asked Claire from the sofa. 'She's right. It's not safe out there anymore,' added Sun. 'When was it ever?' Libby sighed running her hand distractedly through her hair. 'Maybe we should all stick together more often?' suggested Steve from the side. 'Something tells me the Others will find a way around the buddy system,' replied Sayid. 'He's right though,' continued Jin, anger growing in his face, 'I mean. Jack, Kate, Shannon, Locke, Sawyer - god knows what happened to them! When we go out there, we're risking our lives. That night,' Jin motioned to Steve, 'at the pictionary, that was the last time most of us saw Boone because he went out into the jungle alone. And now Eko,' he said as sympathetically as he could to Libby, 'Charlie died when we went to their Staff station, Gabe died when we went to their Tempest station and now-' Rose's hand squeezed tightly around Jin's, reminding him to stop. The room looked on in silence. 'Jin. Rose,' spoke Sayid softly as the entire room looked on in expectant silence, 'what happened to Bernard?' |
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| JoeyLostDharma | Nov 15 2008, 12:15 PM Post #14 |
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Ana Lucia - Day 27 - Part 2 - The Swan Meeting She was now back at the beach, but looking around, no one was to be seen. Not even Claire, who seemed to be always at the beach. "Hmmm" Ana said. Perhaps, the hatch and so she jogged there and went in. As she walked down the hallway she knew she was right. Tons of voices could be heard, some shouting, some sounding a little scared or excited, even. Ana walked in to see more than a dozen people sitting or standing around in the hatch, including the target. She eyed him up, but he didn't look back at her. He was tied up. Everyone stared up at Ana. "Yo" she finnaly said. Libby stood up and touched her arm. "I'm glad you're okay, Ana. Wh-Where've you been?" Ana shook her head. "It's a long story...but uh, yeah. So, what's going on here?" Sayid stood up. "Well, we're trying to decide what to do with Mr. Gale over here. If that is his real name." Some chubby confused man in the corner looked like he was trying to say something, but didn't. Ana looked at him. "His real name is Ben, Ben Linus" Juliet told her. He will know doubt lie about his name, and much more. He's devious, Ana, so be careful. And don't trust him." Perhaps Ana was the only one here who knew who this guy really was. But, if she told them, told them all right now, then she was sure they wouldn't let her kill him. And that's what had to be done. Ana surveyed the room...Sayid, Jin, Sun. There were a few people who she would tell as soon as she could, but for now, it was too risky. Ana sat down as the group continued to discuss. She noticed the chubby guy again, who seemed a little nervous for some reason, but she ignored it. Edited by JoeyLostDharma, Nov 15 2008, 12:16 PM.
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| JoeyLostDharma | Nov 15 2008, 12:29 PM Post #15 |
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Walt Day 27 - Entry 1 Walt woke up on the beach expecting to see his Dad giving out to him about last night. He sat up and looked around. No one...nothing, cept the sea gushing calmly against the sand. Walt got up, startled. "Where the heck is everyone?" he thought aloud. Walt decided to head to the hatch. It was a place his Dad had old him not to go, specially lately. But this was an exception, Walt thought. He ran to the hatch and met Vincent halfway who ran beside him. Walt entered the hatch with his dog and walked into the main area which looked like one of Mom's old Book Club Meetings. Most people were here, sitting around talking. There was Claire and her baby, Dr. Arzt, Jin and Sun and Ana Lucia and some others. There was even a guy tied up. But most importantly to Walt, there was no Micheal. Everyone stopped talking suddenly when Walt stepped in. "Where'd ma Dad?" he asked. Libby got up. "Has anyone seen Michael?" "I think he's out looking for you" some guy pointed at Walt. Walt nodded. "Okay, I'll go find him" he said as he was about to leave. Some people shouted after him. "No Walt, you can't." He came back. "Why not?" "It's not um...safe alone" Libby said. "I'll go" Claire stood up and gave her baby to Sun. "Me too" Libby said. "Okay" Walt said. "Let's go" And the three of them and Vincent headed back out in search of Michael. |
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