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| Day 33; Two days till finale... | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 15 2009, 10:56 PM (431 Views) | |
| An Gael | Jan 15 2009, 10:56 PM Post #1 |
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AJ is currently on sebatical. This is JA standing in. I'm extremely lazy. If you want your summary up here, you've got to send me your lines. Otherwise, write an amazing Day 33. Peace out. It was revealed that Jin was taken to see Ben. It now appears he is working for him along with Mikhail and Greta, though it's unclear why. While Mikhail attempts to re-establish the island's power system, Jin and Greta plan to track down the island's latest arrivals. Sayid tortured Nathan because he felt powerless against the Others and possibly because of an event that happened 15 years ago. At the close of day, he and Jack were planning to terminate Danielle Rousseau's distress call so no one else would come to the island. Keamy's team traveled through the jungle. They came across The Orchid Station and had a clash with the Orchid Six and Ben Linus. Keamy was defeated and caught in sinking sand with his men; they escaped but lost one man. Keamy then split up from his men eager to capture Ben Linus. Sawyer travelled to The Swan Station with Richard and Jack. When they arrived Sawyer was welcomed back to the group he met Juliet and they hit it off (But does anyone remember Juliet and Sawyer have met before they reached the island?). |
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| efc2 | Jan 16 2009, 09:50 AM Post #2 |
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Martin Keamy - "The Worst Enemy" "Hello again" Keamy was back in the room with the captured man, "I know who you are, I was asking around and I found out and you said you where my worst enemy, let me tell you something, I'm your worst enemy" "You don't know who I am" The man said he was exhausted. "Oh yeah, is that right, Sayid Jarrah" Keamy revealed the truth "We got you, put him in the truck" "Sir what about the gas?" A soldier asked. "Gas the town of Tikrit" Keamy answered. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ah" Keamy woke up, he was lying on the floor, "Damn it, it happened again". |
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| An Gael | Jan 17 2009, 01:05 AM Post #3 |
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Sayid awoke with a gasp. Jack's hand was on his shoulder. He looked puzzled. 'I didn't mean to startle you, I just thought we should get a move on.' Sayid ran his hands over his face to wake himself up. It didn't have much of an effect. 'Yes. Thank you. I'll be out in a moment.' With that Jack left Sayid's bedroom - if you could call it a bedroom. He had discovered a seemingly uninteresting room at the back of the swan. There was a massive computer of some sort on one wall but the rest of the space was empty. The hum of the machinery was oddly soothing for a night's sleep so he had erected a hammock, which at this moment Sayid had completely forgotten about and as he turned over, he fell with a whoosh onto the floor. At least now he was awake. The kitchen was perhaps the busiest it had been at 7:00 am. Jack and Sawyer was sat on the same side of the breakfast table, while Sun was cooking something in the kitchen behind them. 'Morning...um...hell it's too early for nicknames...' yawned James. Sayid made his way towards them, passing an unconscious Hurley on the couch. 'Thank heavens for that.. what smells so delicious?' 'That would be Mrs.Kwon's Pancakes,' smiled Jack popping a forkful of them in his mouth with a smile. 'I want you all to have a filling last meal,' she replied dryly, shovelling a fresh pancake onto Sawyer's plate. Sayid stared at her, waiting for a smile. 'Don't look at me like that Sayid, I'm being realistic,' she added, returning to the stove. 'Sun-' 'Hey, kill her mojo after breakfast. She's on a roll here with these pancakes,' smiled Sawyer shovelling half a pancake into his mouth. Reluctantly Sayid relented and joined the two of them at the table. 'I think I see him twitching,' whispered Jack, pointing to Hurley. 'He can twitch all he wants, once he stays down for another...four minutes' relpied Sawyer with a glance of the clock. 'What on earth are the two of you doing?' asked Sayid, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. 'We have a bet on how long it will take Hurley to smell the pancakes,' grinned Sawyer, licking a trail of Dharma brand chocolate spread off his plate, 'winner gets the last Dharma Beer.' 'How exhilirating..... I give him two minutes,' grumbled Sayid as Sun placed a pancake in front of him, 'Thank you. You look like you haven't slept?' 'I haven't' was all she said and she was back at the stove. 'So who else do you think we should bring to the Tower,' asked Jack and as if by providence, the bathroom door opened with a click and through a cloud of mist, Juliet emerged wearing only a towel and a smile. The steam seemed to follow her as she glided across the kitchen, where she paused for a moment to pluck a grape from the fruit bowel. Something told Sayid that if Hurley had awoken and back-flipped across the kitchen floor, Jack and Sawyer would not have noticed. 'Morning boys. All ready for our trip today?' she asked as she curled a grape around her tounge. 'You'll be joining us?' queeried Sayid. Sawyer and Jack had seemingly forgotten how to speak. 'Richard specifically requested it. In case Jack's heart starts to beat too fast,' she smiled. Jack suddenly coughed into consciousness. 'Of course. No problem,' he said a little too quickly. 'What smells so good?' asked Hurley rubbing his eyes, as he appeared next to Juliet. Sayid popped the lid of the Dharma Beer off the countertop and smiled at a shocked Jack and Sawyer, 'Unlucky gentlemen; Two minutes exactly.' |
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| DarthHaggis | Jan 17 2009, 02:56 AM Post #4 |
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Day 33-1 "You didn't sleep either?" Arzt heard Desmond ask, and he prepared to answer him by telling him that he slept quite well, when Miles interupted him. That is, he interupted him when Arzt had not yet, in fact, spoken. Even though he hadn't yet spoken, Arzt considered it quite rude. "No, I couldn't sleep on this hard floor, nor over the snoring of that... that..." "Yeah," Des concluded, "that." Arzt rolled over and looked at the two, "Morning, fellas," he said as he stood up. The trio were in a completely white room that was brightened by two very bright lights in the ceiling. He opened his mouth to say more when a slit on the door opened, and three trays of food slid through. "Dad," a whisper hissed through the hole. "Karl?" Arzt inquired back, running to the door. "Get us out of here!" "Can't. Ben knows about us, and he hid the key. I'm not sure how to get you out. "I want your son off this island. I will help you. And his mother will also," the smoke had whispered. "Where's your mom?" Arzt asked him back. "Dunno, haven't seen her. Beatrice is here. She said mom will be around." "Can they hear us?" Arzt asked him. "Probably." "Then I'll whisper," Arzt said, lowering his voice to not quite a whipser, but was probably more like a normal speaking voice. "When your mom gets back, tell her where I am. She'll get me out. I want you to do it with her, ok? Then, we're getting off this rock." "What?" "I have a way off," Arzt said, and he was startled by Desmond grabbing his shoulder. "What are you talking about, brotha?" he asked him suspiciously. "My friends, Henry Gale and Jennifer, his... friend, too, came here, and they told me how they were getting off. They couldn't get off that way without the Tempest being destroyed. Well now, once I'm done with the second part of my mission, we will leave." "What's this about your bloody mission then?" "I, well, we have a way off the island." "When were you going to tell us about this magic carpet, Steppenwolf?" Miles demanded. "As soon as I have Linus," Arzt protested, eying Miles, who wasn't looking too friendly. "Well, sign me up. Get us out of here, Arzt," Miles insisted. "I'll," Arzt breathed out slowly, "I'll do my best. But Karl, you have to get your mother here, and you have to be with her." "You'll get me and my son out of here?" Arzt had asked the smoking swirl around his head. "I didn't say that," the smoke responded to him. "I said I wanted your son off the island, and his mother and I would help you do it." |
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| An Gael | Jan 17 2009, 04:30 AM Post #5 |
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JIN 'Ready' asked Greta pulling her backpack tight around her. The jingle of guns was unmissable. 'All set,' replied Jin, pocketing a knife into his belt, 'after you lieutenant.' 'Why thank you, lieutenant.' And with that, the two of them set off into the jungle to welcome the island's new guests. 'Aprés-Flame 2' 'You're telling me that Richard Alpert runs this isla-' Jin was instantly silenced as Ben held up pictures of Richard at various locations on the island. 'Splendid. You believe us. Now onto why you are here with myself and my comrades Mikhail and Greta. Contrary to popular belief, we are not hell bent on torturing the passengers of your flight. We have conflict when our interests conflict - nothing more. But I think on Richard, our interests will be very much the same.' Ben leaned back in his armchair and cocked his head casually to one side. 'Oh really? And what makes you think that?' 'Becuase Richard is the one that ordered for your wife to be kidnapped in your first week here.' There was silence in the room. 'You do remeber you're wife being kidnap-' 'I remember,' replied Jin sternly. Silence again. 'Why?' 'Now we're getting to the good stuff,' smiled Ben triumphantly. The conversation was going as planned. 'The island has certain effects on women regarding pregnancy. Richard thought Sun would make an adequate lab-rat.' Jin smiled as Ben's smile faded, 'You're lying.' Perhaps the conversation wasn't going as planned, thought Ben. 'Excuse me?' 'Richard does extensive background checks. He knows everything about me - and my wife. And he knows that my wife cannot... cannot carry.' Ben regained his composure somewhat. 'That's percisely it. This island has effects on women that would not be thought possible in the outside world. Scientists would weep to study it's properties. Tell me Jin, did you ever overhear what exactly Mittelos Pharmaceuticals did? No? Well let me enlighten you. On the surface they were just like any other medicinal company. But in the background, Richard was taking experiments from this island and testing them on the outside public. All highly illegal, but the law can't punish what the law can't see. Whenever people became a threat, Richard would simply hire people like you to...deal with them.' Ben relaxed once again, more confident than ever. 'So let me get this straight. Richard knows that I am on this island?' Ben nodded, 'Your wife was the only woman taken. This was not a coincidence.' Jin was silent again, deep in thought. 'But why didn't he save us - Sun and I? He booked our tickets on that flight. He would have -' 'Richard Alpert does not have any friends, Mr. Kwon. Partners, girlfriends, associates - they all simply serve a function. Trapped on a deserted island - you are of no use to him.' There was silence once again, but Ben knew it was going his way. 'You still haven't explained why I'm here?' 'Oh, I do apologise. We need you to kill Richard Alpert.' |
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| JoeyLostDharma | Jan 17 2009, 01:14 PM Post #6 |
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Nicole Day 33 It had been two days since she had met with Ana Lucia. Nicole wanted to go to her people's camp and talk to Walt, and more importantly tell her people where to find her. Nicole had been on this island all her life, or at least most of it. Her folks brought her to this island 9 years ago and they got jobs. They lived together for some years until she was 5, but an accident had happened, and both her parents were shot dead by people reffered to as the hostiles. Nicole was taken in by these people, and she now lived with them. Tom, Ben, Richard, Juliet. They were okay, but they didn't give her any love or affection that her parents did. That's why she wants to go to Ana's camp. She knows that those people are more caring. Nicole was sitting on a chair, looking out at the sky from the window. Tom sat across from her, reading a book. She needed to get over to Walt's camp, but so far there had been no oppurtunities. Tom and the others never let her out of thei sight. She sighed. Tom looked up, and was about to speak, when he was interrupted by his walkie. He answered it. "Yeah, what is it?" Nicole watched him. He nodded. "Yeah, okay. I'll be right over." He got up and looked at Nicole. "There's a little situation with Ana Lucia. She's going cuckoo" he laughed. "I'll be back in an hour, stay here okay?" She nodded and he left. When she was sure he was gone, she packed a bag and ran out into the jungle on the way to Walt's camp... Edited by JoeyLostDharma, Jan 17 2009, 01:14 PM.
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| JoeyLostDharma | Jan 17 2009, 01:22 PM Post #7 |
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Ana Day 33 (Contains swearing and violence) Ana awoke that morning, once again in that god-damn room. It had been two days since that little girl came to visit her. Ana was hoping she would've reached her camp by now and sent for help. But no sign of anyone. Ana started to feel silly. She was putting all her hope of getting out of here, on this little girl. It was a stupid idea, and Ana thought that today she would try to get out of here, all by herself. Ana looked up at the camera in the corner of the room, and began shouting. "Hey! You bastards better let me out!" she screamed out several times. "I swear to god! You better get me outta her you f***ing c**ts!" She continued shouting, and banging on things around the room. She got her fist and broke the camera. A couple minutes later, 2 of them came in. Just what she wanted. It was Tom and some other guy. Ana ran towards the man with the taser gun and tackled him against the wall. His head cracked up against it and blood dripped down from his broken neck. Tom quickly tryed t back off, but Ana grabbed him and tasered him, sending elctrical volts through his body. He fell to the floor and Ana kicked his face, kncoking him out. She walked through the door and shut it behind her, weapon in hand. She was gonna get out of here today.. |
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| efc2 | Jan 17 2009, 07:17 PM Post #8 |
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Martin Keamy "What is going on with me?" Keamy shouted "Ah no another head ache" Keamy fell over again he was alone and scared he was suffering bad from head aches and what can only be explained as time travel. He screamed and yelled as load as he could and then collapsed. Then it stopped all of a sudden it stopped things sounded a lot quieter the air was cleaner and the skies bluer. He felt normal like he was saved. He held up his walkie and spoke into it "Omar do you copy?" he let go of the button but all he could hear was static like the other end of the line was dead. "What the hell" Keamy was confused. He talked into the walkie again "If you can hear me, I'm returning back to the orchid I will be back soon" Keamy said as he begun to walk back to the Orchid Station. The time of day had change significantly since his head ache begun. After a long time walking back Keamy's bemusement increased when he came upon the Orchid site but there was just one thing wrong there Orchid wasn't there. "Wait, what?" Keamy stared at the position for a good few minutes, then he grabbed the walkie "Omar where are you? What is going on?" but still no answer just a dead line. Keamy decided to run back to the Zodiac boat on the beach, he ran straight back without stopping the night soon came and Keamy was finally at the beach. "Where is it? WHERE IS IT?" Shouted as he looked around the coast but there was no boat no sign of life. No sign of anything. "WHAT IS GOING ON?" He screamed and screamed. "HELP!". Keamy calmed down and slept ed on the beach for the night, he slept ed with his back against a palm tree, it was uncomfortable and he mind wasn't at rest he was scared and alone. Morning came the sun rose above the ocean on the horizon blinding Keamy's eyes with a shinning glow. He got up drank out of his flask which was nearly empty. Keamy then walked back into the jungle he wanted to find a source of clean water and a place where food would grow from tree's but then again he could just shoot a boar with his machine gun. He needed to forget about the mission so he did it was over he had failed his part, he didn't know where he was, where his men where, he didn't know what to do. He head towards the mountains, he figured that that would be the most likely place of fresh water so he headed that way. At the foot of the hills he found caves, he walked inside to find that there was a fire lit and some bags and equipment, the equipment looked old, very old and the bags where too. "HELLO" Keamy shouted. He glanced around the caves area there was no one there he sat down and waited. No one came he had waited and waited and waited and night begun to fall again, just when Keamy was going to give up he heard voices. He crept ed closer to the voices although the voices where heading towards him. He saw that two people where coming to toward them one looked like and man and the other looked lie a woman. They where dirty there hair was long there cloths torn and dirty and one of them was dragging a dead boar the had sticks that where sharpened to work as spears. The man had a short scruffy beard. the two people soon realized that Keamy was watching them from the Cave entrance. "Who are you?" The woman asked she held her spear up and pointed it at Keamy, her voice sounded British. "Hey, my name is Martin, Martin Keamy, I mean no harm" Keamy reached for his pistol. The man then begun to speak a different language it sounded like gibberish, he was a black man, the woman listened as if she knew what he was saying but Keamy could here he spoke like a native from a African tribe. "Who are you? are you one of them?" She asked Keamy. “One of who?” Keamy took his gun away from his grip. “You are dressed different you look much different to the others” she pointed out to her friend. They started talking amongst each other again but Keamy interrupted. “I mean no harm I'm serous I have gotten lost can you help me? Do you know Ben Linus?” “What are you talking about?” Now she was confused. “I work for Charles Widmore do you know him?” “No” “Please you gotta help me? Are you a survivor of Flight Oceanic 815?” “Flight, like a bird are you insane?” She asked she had never heard of flight of humans. She never heard of anything Keamy was saying. “You have no idea what I'm talking about do you? Your cloths there like from years ago” Keamy realized the clothes they where wearing was old, very very old. “Wait have I ,oh no”. Keamy begun chatting to himself. “What year is it?” He asked the woman. “We don't know, we lost track years ago, we crashed here our slave vessel” “The Black Rock” Keamy knew of the Black Rock from what Widmore told him. “Yes our Slave ship, March 12th 1761 we arrived on this island” She begun to trust Keamy she told him everything, “We where heading across the Atlantic toward Carribean to drop off the slave, we where out in the ocean nothing was near us it was just our boat and the ocean I don't know how it happened, it came out of no where the ocean turned into this damn land, this dirt. We shipwrecked in the middle of this island, Where the last survivors”. “So that means I have gone way back in time” "My name is Victoria and his name is William but thtas just what we named him years ago" Victoria welcomed Keamy to the caves they sat down and talked sharing stories and making plans about what they should do next. Is Keamy ever going to get back to the present day and if so how? 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| CharliePaceMBE | Jan 18 2009, 12:19 PM Post #9 |
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Hurley Day 33- Rude Awakening After scoffing down many of the most delicious pancakes ever (mainly due to the recent diet of mangos and boar) Hurley went in search of Nathan. He found him still asleep on the floor. Using various techniques to try ad wake him up, from farting in his face to slapping him around the face, he finally succeeded after placing his hand in a bowl of warm water. “Hey man you trying to make me Pi** myself?” “No Dude was trying to wake you up. You are a heavy sleeper.” “Yeah well maybe that’s cos I haven’t had much sleep over the past few days, oh and there was getting my head kicked in…” “Dude what’s up with you? You seem grumpy” “Sorry Hurley I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the floor this morning” “Don’t worry dude as soon as we set off i'm sure you will be in the right frame of mind then” “What time is it?” “Dude I don’t have a watch…” “Right… erm yea my bad. Well I asked Michael if he wanted to help and he was up for it” “When we gunna leave?” “Give me a few minutes then we will head off, could you find Mike?” “Sure dude finding Mike… Now” Walking away quite satisfied that he was going on an important mission again, Hurley went in search of the sometimes elusive Michael. |
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| CharliePaceMBE | Jan 18 2009, 12:45 PM Post #10 |
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Locke Day 33- The Man behind the Voice Some thought was put into Locke’s decision to agree to help this Benjamin character. After a few hours he finally agreed that it was the right decision. Doing exactly what he was told, he knocked the east wall three times then waited. After a few seconds the sound of an intercom booting sounded. A voice spoke. “So Mr Locke you have made your decision I take it?” Locke didn’t speak “I can hear you, so by all means speak” “I will agree to help, on one condition. Once I have solved this mercenary problem I want you to let some of my friends leave the island.” “It all depends on who you want to leave” “How many would you allow?” “I will allow a total of six to leave the Island” “In that case my decision is easy. Claire, her baby, Sun, Jin, Rose and Bernard” An agreement was made as a door opened in front of him. Stepping out, Locke looked around. Again he heard Ben’s voice, this time it was on a loudspeaker. “Come to my office John, you will be directed by whoever you may come across. I will be waiting” The facility he seemed to be in was well built and suitable to inhabit for years to come. They seemed to have a source of electricity as various lights were alight. Not before long he came across a woman dressed in a grey jumpsuit. “Follow me please” She asked with a friendly tone of voice. Following without hesitation Locke felt secure in this woman’s presence. Maybe these people were not as ruthless as he first believed. “When you meet Benjamin I want you to treat him with respect. So many of us rely on him for survival, if you upset him it will be us to suffer.” “As long as he treats me with equal respect I don’t see that request being a problem” “Well here we are, when I leave you feel free to knock” Watching as the woman hurried away, Locke began to feel as if this Ben character had a tighter grip over these people than he was lead to believe. Nonetheless he knocked. “Come in John” Pushing the door he entered the office. “This is most pleasing John. I am glad you are here” Ben spoke as he extended his hand. Gripping it they shook hands like they were friends. “Please take a seat John; I have some information that will help you” |
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| HaggisInDraggis | Jan 19 2009, 04:58 PM Post #11 |
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Day 33-1 Cindy Cindy wasn’t terribly comfortable. She had slept that night simply observing the Orchid, Goodwin and Harper. She shuddered as she watched the interactions between Goodwin and Harper Stanhope. She couldn’t believe that she had been attracted to that man. She was mortified to realize that all that he had done was an act. Priority number one was remaining hidden. But priority two was gathering information. She caught bits and pieces of information, but really could not hear all of what was said. Amelia would occasionally spare Cindy a glance, but did not manage to escape the glares of Goodwin and Harper, who although they did not entirely trust Amelia, did at least allow her into their graces. Adding to her difficulties, the trio moved back and forth from the part of the station that was underneath the green house. When they went below, Cindy was simply unable to hear what was going on. And if Amelia’s expression was correct, what went on below was startling. Following the incident with the three soldiers, Goodwin secured the three and held them below. Cindy was especially startled by one of the soldier’s proclamation the previous day as they were revived. ”Wait, no, you don’t understand,” the soldier protested as Goodwin grabbed him by the arm and forced him to his feet, “I’m one of you! Ben sent me!” Goodwin didn’t bother to question him. He simply muzzled him with a rag tied around his face and mouth. The man continued his protests as he was imprisoned with the other two soldiers. From what Cindy could tell, Goodwin and Harper had manufactured some gas with the help of, “one of those people.” They intended on using the gas to kill the Others and take control of the island. They debated often about the children located at the Other’s camp, but from what Cindy could tell, the Stanhopes were going to write them off as ‘casualties of war.’ Amelia debated with them some, but gave the appearance of grudgingly going along with the two, as she agreed with some of their contentions with Richard and Ben. Cindy was pretty sure that it was a façade, but she could agree with their assessment of the Other’s activities. But was killing all of them with poisonous gas the way to deal with it? The doubts Cindy had about the Others came rushing back to her, and relentlessly pounded her conscience. It just didn’t seem like it was supposed to be that way. “It’s not supposed to be this way, you know,” the voice of Charlie greeted her. “Charlie Pace,” Cindy said appraisingly. “Is it really you?” “In the flesh,” he joked, passing his hand ethereally through a tree branch, demonstrating his lack of a true physical form. Cindy cut to the chase, “So what am I supposed to do then? Am I supposed to kill Goodwin and Harper?” “Nah. They ain’t supposed to die yet. They’ve got some work to do still.” “Then what, do I join them?” she said with disgust. “Not just no, Hell no!” “Not that either,” Charlie said. “To be honest, I kind of agree with them, though. Some of the things they are doing at the Hydra. Experimentation, drug manufacturing, manipulation – I only caught pieces of it, but it shouldn’t be that way.” “Aye, it shouldn’t.” “But the kids shouldn’t die either,” she testified. “No, they shouldn’t.” “I need to go back, don’t I?” “In two days,” Charlie said, “The gas is going to be released. Nothing can stop it now. If Goodwin doesn’t do it, the soldiers will. If the soldiers don’t do it, Ben will. If Ben doesn’t do it, Richard will. The victims of the gas will all die. You need to go to the subway station relay for the Orchid underneath us. You need to shift the valves so that the gas only goes to the Hydra.” “It will kill all of them, Charlie, even the children!” “Then someone needs to rescue them.” “I need Amelia to come.” “Amelia is the only thing keeping Goodwin from releasing the gas today. Tell her where you are going, and what you are doing. She can keep it secret from them and continue to hold off Goodwin. But if she comes with you, he will release the gas now, and kill everyone on the island.” Cindy was mortified. Death was coming, and she couldn’t stop it. Who was she to decide who would live and die? |
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| WildBillKO | Jan 19 2009, 06:03 PM Post #12 |
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Miles, Day 33-1 How could I have been so stupid as to let the man out of my grasp? And how the heck do I get to Walt? "Find Walt, and you will find a kindred, Miles," said Abbadon. "Find Linus, and you will have the answer to why you are the way you are." If that's the case, how the frak am I going to get out of here? My whole life, I've been different, and now I have a chance to find out why, and the door literally shuts on me. It doesn't help that I got no sleep with Buzzsaw McArzthole sawing away all night. Maybe we could get his kid to help... "Hey Karl," whispered Miles through the slit. "What do you know about the old tapes at the Orchid?" "Oh, those things? My friends and I used to laugh at them growing up. So outdated, with them playing on the old VCR and all." "So... do you know who that Halliwax guy was?" "Halliwax? Oh yeah, Dr. Chang. I'm not supposed to know his name, but he uses a pseudonym in each video. In the Flame, I think he went by Dr. Candle, and in the Hydra, by something to do with a wick." Arzt perked up when he heard his son use a big word. "Karl, I'm impressed. 'Pseudonym.' It has a great ring to it. It comes from the Greek 'pseudo', which means false, and 'nym', which was a movie about talking rats, so it means 'false talking rat', though I think you might have used it improperly." Miles and Karl just shook their heads at each other and continued. "Anyway, he was one of the doctors who was in charge of the experimentation in genetics. But don't tell anyone here how I know, or my buddy might get in trouble." The word "experimentation" stuck in Miles' ears. It was the same word that Goodwin used. "What types of experiments would they run?" "That I don't know, but I've heard rumors about trying to create some sort of superhumans, that would be super strong or super smart-- but then again, I might just have read one too many comic books." A thought entered Miles' mind. If I was here as a baby when the experiments were going on, my dad might have used me as a test subject?!? |
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| Heimdall | Jan 19 2009, 09:33 PM Post #13 |
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Day 33-1 Benjamin Linus “How are you, Benjamin?” Beatrice asked Ben as he sat down for breakfast. “Fine, Bea, you?” he asked. “I’m doing well. You spoke with Mr. Locke this morning?” “Yes. It appears that he’s come around.” “I told you he would.” “Yes. You did, in fact, Beatrice,” he nodded. “I’m gonna take a run to the Flame. Is everything on track with Greta, Mr. Kwon and Mikhail?” “I have no reason to believe otherwise,” she said. Ben jogged to the Flame. At first when he took this journey on foot, without the use of the subways, it seemed to be terribly long. Now it was just something he had to do. He didn’t like having to walk, but it did give him time to focus and meditate. He reached the Flame and scanned the surroundings for signs of habitation. As far as he could tell, no one else had been there. He walked in and entered the back room in front of the screens. Ben always thought of this as ‘the throne’ for some reason. He started his search first with the outside world. October 24, 2004. Red Sox won game one of the World Series. Wow. Ben decided to check the Valenzetti Equation for when the world was going to end. Widmore was still floundering around like a kid who had his Halloween candy stolen. Some plane carrying some Nascar folks crashed. At least it wasn't on my island, Ben thought. A Catholic Arch-Bishop died. U.S. air strikes in Iraq. Dead American diplomat. Blah blah blah. Ooh, Brazil fired a rocket into space. Ben filed that info away. Ben switched his attention to the island. He ran through the different stations. He looked in on the Swan, and the survivors seemed to be doing well. Things were fine at the Hydra as well. The other stations were quiet, except for the Orchid. Many of the camera’s weren’t working, and none of the sound was working. But Ben caught a glimpse of the three prisoners. “My, my, Omar. Got ourselves captured did we?” Ben shook his head. Ben turned to the island security settings. He liked using that server. It was very unpredictable, and Ben loved unpredictable. He excelled at turning situations to his advantage. He liked people to think they had the advantage on him, when really he was pulling the strings. Ben allowed the program that luxury. In reality, Ben had calculated the unpredictability of it, and he could usually figure out what the system would do down to a reasonable certainty. And as he reviewed the data in front of him, he was certain that there were still a few visitors unaccounted for. And if he wasn’t too mistaken, a few of them had guns. Ben looked to the chess icon on the computer. No, he didn’t have time for that. He’d have to take care of the gunmen the traditional way. Manipulation. “Hello, John?” Ben said into his walkie-talkie. “This is John Locke.” “I have a lead on the men you are hunting. The system indicates that they are somewhere between here and the station to the northeast, known as the Orchid. That’s north of the lovely power station you blew up a few weeks ago.” “Got it. How many are there?” “There should be three, but I could only find two of them today.” “Two, maybe three. Got it.” “And John,” Ben said. “Yes?” “Try not to blow up any more of our facilities. We don’t want any other men with explosives on our island.” Edited by Heimdall, Jan 19 2009, 09:36 PM.
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| DarthHaggis | Jan 20 2009, 07:24 PM Post #14 |
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The Artist Formerly Known as Arzt
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Day 33-2 Leslie Arzt, the Yub Yub There was a desk in the white room, and a few minutes after Karl had left them, Arzt had an idea. He felt odd about the next day or two. He’d be leaving. And hopefully, he’d be getting Karl and Greta off the island. Having a son was still amazing to Arzt. He had missed so much. He wished he could have been there when little Karl took his first steps and said his first words. He wished he could have been there to guide him and shape his character. There was so much he wanted to tell him. So he would. Opening the desk drawer, there was some Dharma issue stationary. And Arzt began writing. Dear Karl, I can’t believe we are where we are right now. I always wanted to be a dad, and now I get the chance. To be honest, I’m pretty scared. I feel like there is so much I have to make up for. So I thought I’d write it all down. I want to give you five things I’ve learned that make you successful in life. #1 flashback He was ten years old, and if he were truly honest with himself, he didn’t really have many friends. Not that he couldn’t, mind you, for everyone always loved little Leslie, but there were only two kids in the neighborhood to play with. Chip lived next door. He was a big kid, stocky, and was really into sports. He was a little mean at times, and kind of cocky. Leslie wasn’t so much into sports and stuff like that, but Chip was much preferable to the alternative. The other kid in the neighborhood was named Zwe, and he was from Kenya. Zwe was a dork. He was a skinny black kid, and had no friends. He was so… black, that Leslie just couldn’t stand him. He was so different than him, and they had nothing in common. Plus Chip made fun of him, and if Leslie was going to be friends with Chip, he just couldn’t be friends with Zwe. Not that he’d wanna be friends with a nigg- “Hey, Leslie!” Chip shouted from outside of Leslie’s window, and the 10 year old nearly wet himself with excitement. Racing downstairs and opening his screen door, “HI CHIP, HOW ARE YOU!” he spooged. “Great!” Chip said as he delivered a roundhouse to Leslie’s chin, knocking him on the floor. “Don’t forget to bring your lunch money to school again, you hear me?” A gentle hand helped Leslie up and a thick African accent told him, “That boy isn’t very nice. My name is Zwe.” “Zooey?” “Zwe.” “Zway?” “No, Zwe. Long ‘e’,” he said in response. Then, seeing the lack of comprehension on Leslie’s face, he told him, “Just call me ‘Hank.’” end flashback #1 – Be friends with people that like you, even if they are Arzt was excited about this. He was finally going to take up the role of being a father. He sat and meditated on all of the wisdom that he would impart to young Karl. |
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| Zsin Dobre | Jan 20 2009, 09:25 PM Post #15 |
The AntiChrist
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DESMOND Day 33 Entry 1 Desmond, Miles and Artz sat trapped together in the white room. There appeared to be no way of escaping. Desmond looked to his left. Miles sat with his head held in his hands. He seemed to be deep in thought. "Aye... Daddy issues." Shrugged Desmond as he remembered Miles's "Haliwax" claims from the Orchid. Desmond looked to his right. Artz sat with his legs crossed scribbling on some stationary. "Aye... That Daddy's got his own issues." The irony of being locked up in a white room with these two brought a moment of levity to Desmond. "May as well join the club" he muttered as he withdrew another random letter from the box in his pack. Miles and Artz looked up over at him, staring briefly. "What?" snapped Desmond, "Since we're all in here feeling sorry for ourselves..." he mumbled as he unfolded the paper. Miles and Artz returned to their respective vegetative states. Desmond began to read another one of Penny's letters. Dear Kelvin, You have made me so happy. Of course! Of course I would marry you! "They were planning on getting married?" Desmond was shocked at what he had just read, "She had discussed marriage with me. Just who was she betraying? Me? Or Kelvin?" Desmond read on some more... I have been waiting for you to ask for quite some time now. There's just one thing... I think you know what it is. What are we going to do about him? "About him? She's talking about me! They had to devise a way to get rid of me. I bloody knew it. She had lead me on, all the while really being in love with Kelvin. Why? Why did she lead me on the way she did? I can't take this anymore! I'm going bloody insane! I have to get out of here!" Desmond stood up and bursted "ARTZ!" Startled, Artz flung his pen backwards out of his hand mid-sentence. "What Desmond? What is it?" "Tell me EXACTLY how you plan on getting off this God Damned island?" Edited by Zsin Dobre, Jan 20 2009, 09:53 PM.
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