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| DarthHaggis | Dec 1 2008, 09:42 PM Post #1 |
The Artist Formerly Known as Arzt
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TJ: Hey everyone I am back for another round of previously on lost so here we go!!!! Previously on Lost.... Sawyer and the rest of the soon-to-be dead cast members were on a helicopter making their way towards the island. Carlton and Cuse got lazy or something and mixed up the scenes with Sawyer and just decided "the heck with it"... and didn't adjust them properly!  Arzt and Karl bonded more and it was real cheesy and hilarious at the same time! They decide they must find all the people that were on The Tempest (gee... Carlton and Cuse are running out of ideas huh?) Arzt is about to teach Karl about the birds and the bees, but then Miles joins the party and it seems he can see dead people  (I think we figured that out since he debuted... do Carlton and Cuse think the fans are retarded or something?) Desmond rescues one of Penelope's D-list actors and his helicopter exploded so they must now find Kelvin who is dead or something...  Locke is going James Bond and is getting close to blowing up the submarine!  Hurley eats and meets someone who knows him name....  Walt finally reunites with his dad and nobody really cares about that because he will get lost again pretty soon.... Penelope and Widmore confrontation concludes and we learn how Widmore and Ben started working together!  Ana Lucia is the newest person to be locked up in the other island!  Juliet and Jack return to the cages where they meet Cindy who is also locked up!  We then learn Amelia is the one and only Amelia Earhart!!!!   (How shocking...)Rose goes all nuts on us and decides to run around while Sun and Sayid try and catch her. Jin goes all Kill Bill on Mikhail and when sayid returns to the house nobody is there! Is Jin dead? Will Sayid finally get a bigger role? What the hell happened to Nathan? My lips are sealed...  You gotta watch Day 30 for these answers!! Edited by slick14805, Dec 2 2008, 08:20 PM.
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| DarthHaggis | Dec 2 2008, 03:40 PM Post #2 |
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Day 30-1 Leslie Arzt Karl had appropriated the list and revised it some: Aldo - Miles says he’s dead. That leaves Goodwin & Gabriel. Miles looked over his shoulder and nodded. “So it’s Goodwin and Gabriel.” “Are they dead?” Karl asked with obvious excitement at the prospect of him seeing dead people. “I can’t say,” Miles said. “I can only see who I see. And they don’t always wanna talk. To be honest, I think they’re avoiding me.” “Oh,” Karl responded, obviously disappointed. “Well then, how can you help us?” “Well, dead people aren’t everywhere.” “They’re not?” Arzt asked. “Do they all go to the same place?” “What? No, that’s not what I mean. They are limited to certain places. If a dead person is there,” he pointed to behind Arzt who responded by screaming and jumping behind his son. “Relax, Leslie, there’s no dead person there.” “Your name is Leslie?” Karl snickered. “That’s why mom stuck me with that middle name!” “Yeah, and as your father I can make it your first name, so shut up about it.” “Gentleman!” Miles yelled to get their attention. “As I was saying. If a dead person is over there – way over there by that tree,” he pointed, and Arzt glared in that direction suspiciously, “then it can’t be here or in China at the same time. So for us to find out if Goodwin or Gabriel are dead, then we have to either find their bodies, or their spirits, or –“ “We need to find another spirit or person who’s seen them!” Karl concluded with excitement. “You’ve got it,” Miles smiled. “So where do dead people go then?” Arzt asked. “Well, that’s kind of a deep question,” Miles responded. “They get buried?” Arzt inquired. “But why would they stay underground?” “He means Goodwin, Desmond and Gabriel,” Karl informed Miles. “So we have to go to Gabriel and Goodman’s graves to see if they’re still there? Then if they’re there,” Arzt said with growing passion, “then we know that they’re dead! So all we have to do is find their graves!” “Wait, wait, hold up,” Miles objected. “They won’t have graves unless someone buried them, and if someone buried them, we’d already know they were dead.” “Yeah, so we wouldn’t need you at all,” Karl observed. Miles shook his head emphatically, and decided to cut the reasoning short. Obviously, he could not reason out his strategy with a 16-year old and one with the brain of a 13-year-old. “We need to go to the Tempest location. If Goodwin or Gabriel are dead, they’d probably be around there.” Edited by DarthHaggis, Dec 4 2008, 03:08 PM.
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| slick14805 | Dec 2 2008, 09:13 PM Post #3 |
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Jack Shepard It was early morning now and Juliet hadn't come. Jack was worried that something may have happened to her. He looked at his watch and his heart rate was increasing.... he had to think of something pleasant. He thought about Shannon... he began to calm down and his heart rate started decreasing. "What is that thing? Is that a watch? Can you tell me what time it is?" Cindy was awake and she was focusing on Jack's watch. "It's not a regular watch Cindy. It's pretty complicated." "The last time I checked I had all the time in the world... so please go on if you don't mind." "Well let's just say if my heart rate goes crazy I will die. So Goodwin was working for them all along huh? Didn't you ever sense he was one of them since you and him were pretty close?" Cindy tried her best to look pleasant and tried to comb her hair. "I never noticed he was shady." The way she said it made Jack think she was lying. "What did you do to get locked up Jack?" "Umm let's see... there are so many reasons... let's just say I won't be winning "most popular guy of the survivors" award okay? I have been on their bad side since day one." Jack couldn't tell her about his paranormal powers. "They're going to kill me. That Harper lady was really mad at me." Cindy held on to a pole from the cages and slowly slid down it. "Don't worry Cindy. I am sure Juliet is trying to help you as we speak." Their conversation was interrupted A man whom Jack had never seen before was dragging Ana Lucia with him. He then tossed her inside the cage right next to Jack's. "Hope you like your new home! That will teach you for punching me in the nose you b_ _ch!" "This isn't over Danny! You and I are gonna settle this soon enough!" Danny left laughing at Ana. "Are you okay Ana?" Ana hadn't noticed Jack and Cindy. She was happy to see them. "What is this... some sort of class reunion?" |
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| Heimdall | Dec 3 2008, 06:44 PM Post #4 |
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Day 30-1 Ben Linus – “These last few days have been crazy,” Ben said to Greta as they rode the shuttle back to the Hydra. The engine of the powerboat was louder than Ben liked, but he’d live. “You don’t like traveling over there, do you,” Greta asked with a glint in her eye. “Well, I’m at least a good a shipman as my son.” “Where is he, by the way?” Ben asked without really caring. “No, you’re right, I don’t like it, and now I have to go back again when I was just there a day or two ago. Why the hell is he doing this?” “Do you think he suspects anything?” Beatrice asked, having to shout over the motor that she operated. “He might. Did Mikhail say anything about Operation Kamino?” "He said it’s right where we want it,” Beatrice answered him. “How about the newcomer, Mr. Straume. Any advancement on that front?” “I have recruited some help on that one. It was difficult, but I think the island agrees that he would be a useful addition to our cause.” “So you were successful with the security system?” Greta asked eagerly. “As successful as ever. Not being in charge limits me a little. When I’m running this show, things are going to change.” “Why did Richard transfer most of the prisoners to the Hydra?” “Paranoia,” Ben said, not oblivious to the irony that the paranoia was appropriate in this case. “Don’t worry. Things will change. And soon.” ”This is going to have to change,” Widmore stated, looking at the journal that had arrived a day late. “There’s no way we can piece through this. Neither of us speak enough Hindi.” “Then we’ll have to find a translator,” Ben answered him. “Listen to me, Charles: We will not get to the island unless we can translate that Ledger.” Charles grunted his agreement. “I am wary of hiring a translator. Is there anyone we can trust?” "We can’t trust each other. But if we don’t like what we see, we can silence them after they are done.” "Yes, yes,” he said distractedly as he flipped through the pages of the Black Rock Ledger. “Why on earth would a British merchant vessel record it’s Ledger in Hindi. This is highly unusual.” With a sigh, Ben responded, “I think I know a man with your friends from the Hanso Foundation who can help us.” “Hanso? Can he be trusted?” “Where do you think I get most of my information from, Charles? National Geographic? Mittlewerk will serve us nicely.” The trio arrived at the Hydra Station and walked down the main road. Ben was in the lead with his bag over his shoulder, flanked by Greta and Beatrice. They reached the Meeting Hall, and opened the door dramatically. The Meeting Hall had a podium at it’s front with four chairs behind it. Only one of the chairs was occupied by Richard Alpert. The other three were empty. The rest of the room was full of their fellows, and all heads turned as Ben and Beatrice walked to the front. Greta seated herself in the general congregation, while Ben and Beatrice took up empty chairs at the front. Richard rose immediately as Ben sat and looked over his shoulder as he addressed the group. “Thank you for your arrivals, Beatrice,” he nodded, “Benjamin. Although we would have appreciated some more… promptness.” “I’m sorry, Richard, I did not realize the urgency of these matters,” Ben commented as he perused an agenda that was lying on his chair. “Goodwin and Harper’s love life is hardly a matter that requires my presence.” Richard ignored his poke. “Well, let us start then. Firstly, the Coal Plant will be operational within the week. After completing the project, the most able workers will stay on, while the remaining workers will return to this facility for further testing.” A few people took notes and made sounds of pleasure that their power would be returning. “Beatrice, do you have any more information on our new arrival?” Beatrice Klugh (that hottie) stepped up to the podium and clicked on a slide show presentation. “This is Miles Straume. This picture was obtained through our monitoring of the Swan Station. Mikhail then used our facial recognition software in the Flame two days ago to give the face a name. “Our information is limited, but we do have multiple outside sources working on obtaining information on Mr. Straume. He appears to work with the paranormal. To our current knowledge, he has not had any contact with any major group that has connection with this island. We have nearly completed our first round of investigation, and we will begin initiating our second and third protocols tonight.” With that, Beatrice stepped back from the podium, and Ben very slowly stood up and removed some papers from his bag. He placed the bag down very slowly and deliberately, and he approached the podium. “Well, as you know from our last meeting, the effects of the Tempest’s destruction was widespread. Mikhail was able to contact some of our off island sources, and we have discerned that the magnetic pulse was detected on a widespread basis off island. In addition, communication on and off of the island by more conventional means are now very much a reality. The interference is present, but minimal if you use the same exit coordinates as we do for travel. I believe this is how our friend Mr. Straume was able to find us, as well as an additional arrival just last night.” “Excuse me?” Richard stammered. “Yes, Richard, I thought you knew. Apparently another helicopter flew over our island and crashed into the ocean. We don’t know about survivors yet. The radar at the Flame picked it up late yesterday.” “Why didn’t you inform me of this right away?” Richard demanded. “I assumed you knew everything, oh fearless leader,” Ben commented dryly. “A man cannot lead unless his subordinates follow him.” “All men follow leadership Richard. If you are not being followed, you might ask if you are leading appropriately.” Edited by Heimdall, Dec 3 2008, 06:45 PM.
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| slick14805 | Dec 3 2008, 07:04 PM Post #5 |
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Nathan Rom (This entry is rated TV- 14 so please read if you think you can handle it!) Day 30 Nathan walked to a nearby stream and splashed his face with water. He washed the dirt away and the blood covering his face. He had just killed a boar. He went back to where he had camped for the last two days. As the boar began to burn he let out a few tears. "I loved you..." This was not the first time he had been rejected. All of his life he had been quite unlucky with the women. He ate the boar without saying a word. "Why don't you love me?!!!" He lowered his head in shame. Is this really my life?! I should kill myself... Nathan decided he wanted to hang himself so he went to his bag and pulled out a strong looking rope. He tied it up well on the tree. He then climbed the tree and tied the other end of the rope to his neck. Without any hesitation Nathan dropped to ground. The rope saved his fall and he was now choking to death. "Goodbye Ethan..." FLASHBACK "Congratulations Nathan! I am so proud of you man!" Nathan had just graduated from high school and Ethan was the only person that came to see him graduate. His mother was busy or something. Nathan hugged his brother and then took away his diploma. "Your very own diploma.... sorry mom couldn't be here for this man" "It's okay she never has any time for me." His best friend Boone came up to him. "Great job man! So what college are you going to now that you graduated?" "I am gonna take a year off to rest then I shall see." "My mom is offering you a job if you want to work in the bridal industry!" Nathan and Boone laughed and patted each other in the back. Boone's face then turned serious. "Listen man... I am moving to New York early next year. My mom wants me to go with her. She is going to get married with this guy she has been seeing for a while now." "Why don't we go to a strip club and celebrate and we will deal with this situation when it gets closer?" Boone nodded his head and Ethan agreed to take them to a strip club. The guys went to a strip club and since they are rich they didn't care that they were barely 18. "Damn that girl looks fine! I want a private dance from her!" Boone laughed at Nathan's comment. Ethan eyed his brother and smiled. "Her name is Sky and she is one fine woman! Go on man go talk to her!" Boone and Ethan encouraged Nathan to talk to her. Nathan pulled out a few Benjamins and motioned with his hand for this lady to come over. Seeing all of those Benjamins immediately made the woman proceed towards his direction. Nathan went to a private room with her. He sat on a chair and Sky started dancing on top of his lap. "So what's your name handsome?" "You can call me anything you want beautiful." She smiled and swung her hair from left to right. "My name is Nathan Rom what is yours?" "Sky." Nathan laughed. "I mean your real name..." The woman smiled and thought about it for a sec, but Nathan slipped 3 more Benjamins down her bra so I guess she gave in. "Kate Austen." "That is a beautiful name.... can you please turn on the radio and dance whatever song plays for me?" Kate turned on the radio and Oasis: 'Wonderwall' was playing. "I said maybe..... your gonna be the one to save me!! And after all!! Your my wonderwall!!" Nathan sang the whole song to her as Kate danced to it.... END Of FLASHBACK I had met her before..... Suddenly Nathan didn't feel like dying. He finally knew why he had such strong feelings for Kate. She was his first true love. He tried desperately to get out of the rope, but it was no use. He was dying slowly.... "Kate I love you..." these were going to be his last words when all of a sudden he heard a loud WHOOSH sound and the rope was cut. He fell to the ground and gasped desperately for air. He turned around to see who his savior was and he was completely shocked! "You...." |
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| HaggisInDraggis | Dec 3 2008, 10:59 PM Post #6 |
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Day 30-1 That Cindy Chick Midway through the morning, Amelia arrived at the cages. Ana Lucia looked envious as she said to Cindy, “Come, now, dear, you have an appointment.” “Where are you taking her?” Jack demanded protectively. “I’m trying to get her out of this cage, young man. I know you don’t talk to your father like that, Mr. Shepherd, you will not talk to me like that either. Come, Cindy,” she commanded and Cindy obediently followed, gazing over her shoulder at Jack and Ana Lucia, not sure how to feel about their captivity. “What’s going to happen to them?” Cindy asked Amelia as she was led away. “Depends a lot on them. There’s some important work going on here, and they might help our research,” she replied unhelpfully. “Where are we going?” “Full of questions today, eh, dearie?” she asked with a little smile, which rapidly turned serious. “I am taking you to the ruling council. There, they will try you for coercion, collaborating with the enemy, and adultery.” Cindy blinked three times rapidly, calling to mind anything she has read on legal practices. “Do I get a lawyer?” A short laugh preceded Amelia’s comment – “Dearie, we don’t use lawyers here. There are three judges. Your accusers will present their case, you will present yours’, then the three elders will vote.” They continued their journey silently, arriving at a building with a long slim porch on it’s side. They walked down the wooden deck and Amelia opened the door. “…Richard, you might ask if you are leading appropriately,” a wiry man with beady eyes at the front of the chamber said. “Children,” Amelia said as she entered the room, quieting what appeared to be a conflict a the front of the room. “Here is Ms. Chandler. It is 10 am, the appointed time, is it not?” “Yes, Amelia, thank you,” Beatrice from the Barracks, also seated at the front of the chamber, replied. “Thank you for bringing her. You may go.” With a derisive snort Amelia, perhaps Cindy’s only ally, left. Cindy rapidly assessed the situation. Harper Stanhope, Goodwin’s wife, sat at the front of the chamber. The two men at the front seemed to be at odds. One of them’s name was Richard. There were no easy exits. Beatrice seemed to have a level head. “Ms. Chandler, please come to the front of the chamber,” Beatrice said and the beady-eyed man rearranged the chairs to accommodate her to sit across from Harper. Cindy looked for Goodwin, but did not see him. “Ms. Chandler, as I’m sure you know, Mrs. Stanhope has accused you of consorting with the enemy, sedition and adultery. How do you plead?” “Uhm, not guilty, I suppose.” Harper made a clicking sound with her tongue as she moved her leg repetitively. Beatrice leaned back, and the man that was called Richard earlier leaned forward in his chair, “Miss Chandler, I understand that you were a stewardess on flight 815?” “Yes, I was.” “We already know all of this, Richard,” the beady eyed man interrupted. “Cut to the chase: Did you sleep with Goodwin, or not?” “Ben, that’s enough,” Beatrice warned diplomatically, silencing Richard with a look. “That’s fine, Beatrice, but we hardly have time for this,” the man named Ben replied. He sat back, and his gaze returned to Cindy. “Well?” “No, I did not,” she answered simply, not elaborating. When everyone was silent, she said, “Listen, the burden of proof is on her. I did nothing. It is impossible to prove innocence! The only evidence is the lack of guilt. What evidence has she produced that prove me guilty?” “Good enough for me!” Ben declared, earning a scowl from Richard and a snarl from Harper. “Miss Chandler,” Richard began, “why did you defect to us?” “Because when I landed on the island, I was a type I Diabetic – an incurable Auto-immune disease. When I ran out of insulin, Goodwin informed me that I was probably healed of it. And I was, I mean, I am. This place has healed me of my Diabetes. I want to learn about this place, because it has made me well.” “You betrayed your people because you slept with my husband!” Harper growled, and Ben rolled his eyes. “What evidence do you have to that effect, Harper?” Beatrice asked her neutrally. “She said so in our session. Then when I told her who I was, she recanted.” For several minutes, they debated who said what and why and how. My best guess is that you are already bored with this post, so I will speed it up a little… “I haven’t time for this,” Ben said, standing. “We have security issues – REAL security issues – to deal with. Where is Goodwin? Why can’t we ask him?” “He hasn’t been recovered since the Tempest incident,” Richard responded. “Ah, yes, the Tempest,” Ben mused. “Who was responsible for that station again, Richard? That was your project, wasn’t it?” “Boys, enough,” Beatrice interrupted. “Listen to me, all of you. Harper, essentially, this is your word verses hers, and to be honest, hers sounds much more reasonable. Even your notes seem to corroborate what she is saying.” She continued, “Ms. Chandler, we are a protective people. It is not often that we welcome people into our community. We have made and exception for you. It is my hope that you will be worthy of our grace. At this point in time, until we find Goodwin, or we confirm your story by other means, we will release you into protective custody. You will sleep in a locked room, but will be allowed out so long as someone is with you. I’m sure Amelia would be happy to perform that service. Do you have any questions?” “No ma’am,” she responded meekly. “That is all. You may go. Now onto other matters, the research on the passing on of special abilities to offspring off island…” Cindy was ushered quickly out of the room as they began discussing other issues, content with her innocence, but not unaware of the looks Harper was giving her. |
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| WildBillKO | Dec 4 2008, 04:49 PM Post #7 |
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Miles, Day 30-1, The Man Everyone Wants Thank God that night is over, thought Miles. That buffoon started to make the moves on me in his sleep again. I wonder if he's... delusional? His idle thoughts aside, Miles had not yet had a good day on the island. He had been shot twice, attacked by a bear, visited by a stranger who seemed to know an AWFUL lot about him, and his most consistent companion had not been the guy who he liked-- NO, he had been saddled with Gomer Pyle, PhD. He rose with promise in his eyes, only to realize that the son was almost as dense as the father when trying to explain his abilities. Miles was seriously beginning to doubt whether he had made the best risk/reward decision (reward being getting to Walt inside the barracks** more quickly, risk being that Arzt would accidentally push him off a cliff) when the set off toward the Tempest. How did I know what the Tempest was? Aldo didn't mention the name of the place, just that Arzt blew it up... I'll try to place it later. So, our intrepid travelers made their way across the island. To make a long story short, Arzt tripped over something, Karl said something completely obvious that made his dad proud, and Miles escaped unharmed (for once) and quietly gathered information from the dearly departed-- but nothing on Goodwin or Gabriel, which led him to believe they might be on a wild goose chase. **Aside: Miles has no idea that Walt has been found, and that he loves his dad very much. |
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| CharliePaceMBE | Dec 4 2008, 06:54 PM Post #8 |
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Locke Day Day 29/30 (around midnight day 29)- The Not So Yellow Submarine It was now pitch black as a blood covered Locke crept around the others Barracks unnoticed. He was still looking for this illusive submarine. Surely it wouldn’t be this far inland? Nonetheless he carried on searching. The wind was beginning to pick up; the wind brought with it the distinct smell of salt. Maybe he wasn’t as far inland a he thought; maybe there was indeed a link to the ocean somewhere around this facility. Following the smell of the ocean Locke quickened his pace. He wanted to finish his mission before day break. If he was unable to blow the submarine up before then he would be running the risk of being discovered, they would find the bodies of those two men he had killed those few hours ago and the alarm would be raised. Feeling a new sense of urgency he picked up a slow running speed. Still protected by the dense trees he still felt as though eyes were watching him. Finally breaking through the forest like tree line in the middle of the barracks facility he saw flame lit torches illuminating a wooden jetty like platform. Next to this jetty was a large submarine. He had found what he so desperately searched for. All there was left to do was find the guards, if their indeed was any, and disable them in order to gain access to plant the explosives so cruelly acquired. He began the long walk towards the light of the flaming torches… |
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| DarthHaggis | Dec 5 2008, 04:53 PM Post #9 |
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Day 30-2 Leslie Arzt Karl had managed to produce a rough map of the island and show it to his dad and Miles (map link is for Bill’s benefit, and to show off my stellar paper plate artwork. Mine is a lot easier to read than this one). Arzt corroborated it from his limited knowledge/memory, and so the group traveled to the east to get to the remains of the Tempest. Conversation was limited, but Arzt was warmed as he noticed certain mannerisms and movements that were just like him in his son. Miles seemed disgusted by the whole thing. “Guys?” Karl said looking through some trees towards a clearing. “Yeah?” Arzt asked with Miles at his side. “Who is that?” he asked, pointing at a rotund man without clothes. “He looks like that comedian, Penn Jillette…” Miles mused. “It’s Gabe!” Arzt trumpeted. “Gabe!!!” Arzt bellowed as he barreled through the woods to salutate the surprised scientist. “Arzt?” Gabriel sputtered happily as he was embraced by Arzt. “How are you?” “You’re alive!” Arzt declared as he stood back and appraised Gabriel. He rapidly discerned the following: “You have no clothes on.” Arzt began digging through his pack and produced a cloak made of a polar bear skin. “Here! I made it myself.” Over the next several minutes, Arzt ascertained the safety of Gabriel, who attempted to inform Arzt of his recent endeavors, but Arzt easily talked over the quiet spoken man, and little was discernible to Karl or Miles, who remained peripheral to the interaction. Arzt invited Gabriel to join them as they searched for Goodwin near the Tempest remains. And so the group grew from three to four as they searched for the last man on the list. |
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| JoeyLostDharma | Dec 7 2008, 05:28 PM Post #10 |
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Ana Lucia Day 30 Ana woke up in a bed. Not hers, anyway. It was quite solid, yet comfortable. There was a smell, quite pleasant but it wasn't a smell that made her feel good. She opened her eyes and looked around. A hospital. She was in a hospital bed, in a small room. There was a tv and another person lying in the bed next to her, asleep. Ana rubbed her chest in pain. It hit her. For a minute, she didn't know why she was here, but now she remembered it all. She had been shot. Ana winced a little. And, there was something else...oh No. "No" she said aloud. The baby, she was pregnant...the baby was gone. Ana shed a tear. That had been one of the worst day's of Ana's life. She had lost her baby. She had no-one...her own Mother hated her back then, even. No one. And now, as she sat here in a dark room, held captive by the others, she felt similar. She had nothing, no one. Just then, Juliet walked in with more food. "Not this chick again" And there begins another day on the island for Ana-Lucia. |
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| JoeyLostDharma | Dec 7 2008, 05:32 PM Post #11 |
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El Walto "Go! Go Boy!" Walt shouted at his dog, as he threw the tennis ball back and forth. "Good boy" Walt said as he knelt down and happily rubbed his dog. The past few days had been eventfull. Walt had gotten lost, he came back to see a big meeting in the hatch, some people were missing and he bonded with his Dad. Walt sat down on the sand and looked into the jungle. He remembered, the girl. That girl from the other day, in the jungle. Walt didn't even remember the girl's name. He had promised to meet up again, but he had completely forgot. Walt looked over at his Dad, asleep. Walt nervously looked bit his lip, but then ran into the jungle. Maybe he could find her again... |
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| WildBillKO | Dec 8 2008, 03:15 PM Post #12 |
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Miles, day 30-2-- A Change of Fortune "Why have you delayed saving the boy?" Yemi once again made his appearance known without ever revealing from where he came or what his intentions were. The act was starting to wear thin on Miles, but the African had been right every step of the way so far. "I'm working to gain favor with someone who has access to the inside of that facility. I'm hardly off mission," replied Miles. "No, the fool and the child are keeping you from finding Walt. Go back to the facility and rescue him." Something definitely seemed more urgent about Yemi this time, and Miles could not figure out why. He looked behind him, where Arzt was showing off some sort of device to Karl, who looked horribly disinterested, and Gabe, who looked horribly like the magician Penn acting disinterested. "GO, NOW! LEAVE THEM!" commanded Yemi forcefully. "Why is it so urgent?" asked Miles. Just then, Arzt's device went off in his hands, sending what seemed to be a wall of sound in the direction of Miles and Yemi. Miles was mildly annoyed, but suddenly, Yemi burst into a dark cloud. It appeared to start to re-form, but it realized Miles had seen it temporarily dissipate, and a dark cloud of mist seemed to scurry away in several directions when Arzt pointed the device in it's direction again. "Do you feel lucky punk? Do you?" screamed the once again victorious Arzt. Miles only had three words for what had just happened. "What the <expletive deleted>?!?" |
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| Jate4Ever | Dec 8 2008, 06:57 PM Post #13 |
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Juliet Burke Day 30 ~ Scene 1 Juliet left the room where Cindy was being trialed just as they were beginning to discuss other matters that she had heard before and didn't want to hear again. Harper left the "court room" in a fit. She did not seem pleased that Cindy was not going to be punished. Juliet approached her and before she could even mutter one word Harper raised her right index finger as if to silence her. "Don't you even dare Juliet. I am not in the mood." "I warned you not to go to court and you didn't listen. Harper you may hate me and you may dispise me, but I truly believe Cindy was telling the truth about her relationship with Goodwin." "I figured you would back her up. I guess you are no longer the only prostitute on the island Juliet." Juliet gave Harper a good slap on the left of her cheek and it immediately turned red. "How dare you? For someone that is so concerned about Goodwin you sure haven't even bothered to look for him since he went to The Tempest." Harper gave her a very mean look. It's as if she was trying to drill a hole through Juliet's skull. "You are getting awfully friendly with those survivors Juliet. I would hate for anything to happen to them...." Harper then walked away without looking back. Juliet then went her own way to start feeding her friends. Edited by Jate4Ever, Dec 8 2008, 07:01 PM.
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| slick14805 | Dec 8 2008, 07:40 PM Post #14 |
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Jack Shepard Day 30: Entry 2 After Cindy was taken away Jack's heart beat increased as he was worried that they might kill her. His watch started to beep a little and Ana Lucia immediately noticed it. "What is that?" Jack took some deep breaths and regained his composure. "This watch monitors my heart beats and if I get too worked up then my heart will explode and I will die." Ana looked very concerned. "What have they done to you Jack? These people are animals. I wonder how long we will remain alive." "Nobody is dying Ana, we will get through this together! We just have to...." Jack sat on a corner of the cages nearest to Ana. "Poor Cindy.... we have to get out of here and help her!" Ana started kicking the door, but it would not budge. She then noticed that Jack was in a deep thought. "Where is Shannon Jack? Is she alive?" "Shannon is alive Ana. She is also pregnant with my kid." These words seemed to heavily impact Ana. "Have they hurt her?" It looked like Ana was ready to fight anyone depending on Jack's answer. "No she is fine, but thank you for being concerned." Tears ran down Ana Lucia's face. "I was once pregnant...." Jack reached out to hold Ana's hands, but he couldn't reach. Ana also tried the same thing. They were just a few inches away from connecting. "I am sorry about that Ana. I really am." Juliet arrived about an hour later with some food. "Hey guys sorry for the wait. I was at court rooting on Cindy." Ana and Jack both got up and asked the same question at the same time. "What happened?" "Cindy will be under protective custody with Amelia. She is a nice old lady." "So she isn't being tattooed or punished physically?" Jack still remembered when Isabel wanted to put a tattoo on Jack. "Nope." Ana and Jack were happy with this news. "Ana they told me you were in the bear cages... why did they move you?" Ana smirked. "I broke Danny's nose." Juliet laughed so hard she almost dropped the food. "I alway did say his nose needed some plastic surgery..." She handed them the food and they ate it almost immediately. Before they could continue their conversation Richard arrived carrying a white rabbit with the number 8 on its back. "Open Jack's door Juliet. Now!" Juliet was hesitant and persisted to ask why. "What are you doing Richard?" Richard snatched away the keys from her and opened the door. He entered Jack's cage with the rabbit in hand. "Would you like to see something Jack?" "Richard please don't...." "Quiet Juliet! You mind your own business!" "Don't you dare talk to her like that!" Jack was nose to nose with Richard. "Jack please.... if you even touch me there will be hell to pay for all your friends." Jack backed away a few feet away from Richard. "Watch this rabbit Jack..." Richard started to shake the rabbit in all directions. The rabbit tried really hard to get way from Richard's grasp, but he seemed to have a strong and firm grip on it. Richard placed the rabbit on the floor and then began to smile almost devilishly. Juliet let out a scream of horror. "Nooo!" The rabbit blew up and blood scattered everywhere. There were rabbit remains everywhere inside Jack's cage. Jack was covered in blood as was Richard. "You are going to help me or else that will be your girlfriend next time. You understand me?" "You can't harm Shannon. She is pregnant." "I see Juliet has gladly informed you of this rule of ours...." Richard gave Juliet a hard look. "Well what about Ms. Cortez over here? Do you want her to die?" "You just try and touch me you son of a b_ _ch!" Ana was ready for a fight. She was really mad that Richard threatened to hurt a pregnant woman. "What do you want Richard?" "I want you to come with me. You and I are going to see someone. Someone truly special. A great man. Follow me." Jack followed Richard out of the bear cage. Richard turned around and he saw Juliet trying to regain her composure. "Clean up this mess when you are done acting pathetic Juliet." With that Richard and Jack left the bear cages as Ana screamed out "Where are you taking him?!" Edited by slick14805, Dec 8 2008, 07:43 PM.
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| CharliePaceMBE | Dec 8 2008, 09:15 PM Post #15 |
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Locke Day 29/30 Part 2- Not so Yellow Submarine Crouching behind a large rock a few yards away from the light, Locke scoped the area around the Submarine. Expecting to find Guards surrounding it he was surprised to find none. He may be lucky and not have to kill anymore people. In a commando like style he moved towards the submarine. He performed a few dramatic rolls to limit the amount of his body to be seen in the light in an Artz like manner. Finally after many a roll and crawl he was at the hull of the submarine. Yes he may have looked like an arse but he remained unnoticed which was the important thing. In fact he had enjoyed it so much he was smiling. Feeling around for a ladder suitable enough to climb into the submarine he found one obviously used for the job. Gripping a ladder in the normal manner, no stupid commando like manuvers, he climbed and came to a sealed hatch. Strangely reminding him of the hatch he found in the jungle which turned out to be the swan station he first believed that he would struggle to gain access. This however wasn’t a reality as he simply turned the metal handle and it swung open. A red light illuminated everything inside so it would be impossible to hide once inside. Easing himself through the hole he took out his gun and pointed it wherever he felt someone may be. Finally judging it to be unoccupied other than him, he holstered his gun and removed the explosives from his bag. Luckily for him they were stable explosives, otherwise his little roll fest would have blown him up. He had enough sticks of dynamite to blow up a house. He just had to find the best place to set up the explosives, giving him enough time to get clear of the explosion. Moving to the middle of the sub, to what seemed like the radar system he began to set them up. He stacked them into a pyramid and inserted a fuse into the centre stick. Sweat was running down his face due to the tension of the situation. “This will get those people back for what they have done” He said to himself as he unwound the fuse to its longest length. This length however wasn’t as long as Locke had hoped it would be. It maybe gave him just under a minute to get as far away as he could. Taking a deep breath he said to himself “This is it John, no going back now” With a match he lit the fuse and turned for the exit ladder. Climbing it he emerged from the hole to notice voices were approaching him. “Not now… why do they have to come back now?” Jumping off the submarine and landing with a loud thud got the attention of the approaching others. Running as far along the jetty as he could before being told to stop he dropped to his knees with his arms in the air. Two guns were being pointed at him but they were unaware about what was about to happen…  Edited by slick14805, Dec 8 2008, 09:25 PM.
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