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| JoeyLostDharma | Feb 13 2009, 10:47 PM Post #1 |
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Day 38 Begins: Please Check out An Update List Of The CURRENT CHARACTER LOCATIONS Edited by JoeyLostDharma, Feb 13 2009, 11:16 PM.
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| JoeyLostDharma | Feb 15 2009, 01:21 PM Post #2 |
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Nicole Day 38 - Entry 1 Nicole woke up in her bed, in her nice house, in the barracks. She wiped her eyes and looked at the clock. It read 8:15 in the am. She looked outside and it was pitch black. That was odd. Nicole walked into the kitchen to make herself some dharma cereal. She opened the cupboard and took out the box, when.. "Hello" Whoops! She dropped the cereal which spilled all over the floor. She turned around to see her Father, well her foster father. "But how are you, y-you're dead!" she pointed at him. He didn't say anything, he just looked at her. She stared at him, and he looked back kindly. Then, the ground started to shake and there was blood running down his face. he was back in her room, and the clock now had weird hierogliphs of them. She could see Tom dying in the corner. Everything was loud and then.. Nicole jumped up suddenly. She was on the boat. It was only a dream, well a nightmare would be more fitting. Weird dream, she thought. Nicole tried to get up. She couldn't. Her hands were tied, and she was roped to a pole on the ship, as was everyone else. She looked along the boat. Most of the other people were still asleep, including her Mom. F**k me! It's cold! Nicole thought to herself. Oops, I mean, darn it, It's cold. Tom had told her before to be careful of what she says. Always be poilte "Hey hun, you okay?" Nicole whirred around to see one of the women talking to her. "I'm fine, Nancy" she said. Nancy nodded her head in the direction of the steering wheel. "He's still up there, driving. That Ethan guy." Nicole shook her head. Nancy nodded towards Ana. "We better hope she wakes up soon." "How come?" "Your Mother is probably the only who can get us outta this mess. Who can save us" Nancy said. Nicole couldn't help but smile a little after hearing this. She felt pride in knowing that these people looked up to her Mom. Nicole looked at Nancy. "I better wake her up then" |
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| efc91 | Feb 16 2009, 03:07 PM Post #3 |
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Keamy - "In Fact Can I Go Back" Keamy was no siting in the back of one of the trucks with a load of other prisoners, he started talking to himself. "Oh hello again Sawyer where did you go off too leaving me out in the desert like that" The soldiers started to get confused by Keamy's behavour. "What well you told me that we where going to change things, your crazy, i'm not crazy" Two soldiers started to talk about Keamy. "Why is that man talking to himself" "Heat stroke or something, hey dou you want some water?" "Can't you see I'm in the middle of a conversation" Keamy answered. "Your talking to yourself" "Shut up I'm talkin to someone, mind your own business....You know I have had enough of you Sawyer....Yeah erm in fact can I go back, I dont want to change a thing" -----------------BEEP------------------BEEP---------BEEP--------------- "Thanks" |
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| HaggisInDraggis | Feb 16 2009, 05:13 PM Post #4 |
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Day 38-1 Cindy had cried herself to sleep the night before. She still felt very alone, but she made it through yesterday. But if her past were any indication, those feelings would come back again. Especially if she didn’t have anything to do. She needed a project to work on. The kids were an option, she supposed. Some girl that Ryan seemed to know pretty well was watching them. Cindy hadn’t bothered to remember her name. She was so… bland. She may have been his wife, or a girlfriend or something. Cindy couldn’t find the energy to care. Nah, bland people like that were good with kids overall. Besides, they weren’t good for anything else, Cindy thought. Cindy wanted kids someday, but she wasn’t the kind of gal who thought that childcare was going to be her lot in life. She wasn’t quite to the point of being insulted at the prospect, but she didn’t really respect women who stayed home with kids. It just wasn’t her. What does one do on a frozen tropical island? They needed heat. Eventually, their food would run out. Cindy looked about and found as thick a clothing as she could find, which essentially amounted to three layers of Dharma issue khakis and polo shirts. She found a light windbreaker as well, but that was nowhere near thick enough out here. So she took a whitish-grey blanket and wrapped it around herself. She hoped that would be enough. Ryan was in an office trying to set up some computer monitors. Cindy walked in and looked around. “What’s that?” she asked him, pointing at a sort of Ultra White closet with a thick metal door that was now ajar. “Oh that?” he asked, fiddling with some cords. “Gosh, I hate computers. All these dang cords,” he muttered. “That’s some old Dharma experiment. It’s supposed to allow time travel. But we don’t really use it much.” “Does it work?” she asked with interest. He shrugged. “Dunno. A while back the big wigs had a big pow-wow about it, and they decided to not use it. I forget why. Essentially, the only use it has is to learn about the past. It can’t send you into the future, for some reason, unless you’ve already been there. I don’t understand the quantum physics behind the thing.” He plugged in the monitor he was working on and he hit the button with anticipation. The monitor responded by ignoring him like a cheerleader does a band geek. Ryan shook his head in consternation and started fiddling with the wires again. “What brings you down here?” “I thought I’d go topside for a while. See what I could see. Maybe do a little hunting.” This stopped Ryan as he looked up grinning at her. “I never took you to be the outdoorsy type,” he chortled, eyeing her outfit. “Oh yeah,” she lied, not deceiving herself, and probably not deceiving him either. “We do all sorts of hunting out in the Outback. Great stuff out there,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t ask her what. Before he could, she plunged onward, “Got a rifle I could use?” Ryan paused for a brief second, then decided that since the Others accepted her mostly, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem. “Yeah, sure. The weapons cache is next to the stairs. The pass code is 815.” Ironic, Cindy thought. She nodded and went to the weapons closet and removed a rifle. She wasn’t familiar with the model, but she figured it couldn’t be rocket science. She pulled down a box of munitions, and she was able to load the cartridge as best as she could. She was reasonably certain that it would work. She just hoped that she didn’t run into anything that would shoot back at her. |
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| DarthHaggis | Feb 16 2009, 07:40 PM Post #5 |
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Day 38-1 It amuses me to see Dean and Jessica acting so nervous. The chick is fit to be tied. Dean is trying hard to act like he’s not stressed, but I can see it. He’s acting all macho, but I know that the thought of meeting Ben Linus terrifies him. I kind of like him. He was a bit obnoxious at first, but he’s ok. It’s weird, ‘cause I’m not used to being treated like an adult, and when I'm with those two, they treat me like equals. Part of me shouts that I should be, but other parts of me know that I’m just a kid in some ways. I don’t know, though, stealing this million dollar machine, and planning to kill the douche who shot my dad (and probably my mom) probably puts me in the grown up category. “Don’t stress this, man. I used to be scared of Linus too, but he ain’t all bad. You just need to know how to handle him.” Dean keeps shifting his gaze, looking at all the folks walking through the airport. His gaze darts back and forth, looking at the people, the guards, the stores, the arrivals/departures screen. “I’m not scared,” he protests after jumping an inch or so when Jessica drops her fork and it clatters over the floor. I roll my eyes but don’t comment. “It’ll be ok, baby,” Jessica says to him. “The board says the plane's already here,” Dean chatters off. “It arrived like ten minutes ago.” “Dad’s layover is for about ninety minutes,” Alex says, bored. Her feet are kicked up on the chair in front of her. “He’s probably taking his time, reading a newspaper or something.” Dean snorts, and I stifle a giggle. It takes another 4-5 minutes, but Linus shows up. I watch Alex as he comes up. She gets up and hugs him, but there is this odd sort of tension to them. They’re tricky to figure out. I don’t get them some times. She shows him respect, and occasionally some sort of love, but very seldom is it affection. What should I do? Shake his hand? Nod to him? Stand? I’m not real sure what’s appropriate. Linus buys me a little time by introducing himself to Dean and Jessica. He then sits down and says a brief hello to me. Not quite rude, in my opinion, but it doesn’t convey any respect or care either. I never quite know how to take him. “I hear that you four have the EMP then?” Ben asks, and I know that the question is aimed at Dean and Jessica. “Yeah,” Dean says gruffly. “So now what? Where are you going to hide us from Widmore then?” “Who says you need to be hidden?” Linus asks. Anger bubbles into Jessica’s disposition. She turns to me and says, “Oh, no. You promised! You said he’d protect us from Widmore and take us somewhere Widmore can’t get us!” Dean joins her in her aggression, “I’ve dealt with your boy, Richard. He couldn’t protect us,” he hisses. “And that a-hole, Sawyer told us all about you freaks. What are you going to do to protect us? How can you even protect us from him?” Benjamin Linus uses his first two fingers to press on his eyes for a moment, like he’s fighting off a migraine or something. After he lets go, he shakes his head once or twice like he’s dizzy. He then gives them an exasperated look. “Do you play chess, Dean? In chess, the objective is taking the king. The pawns don’t matter much. Your opponent is usually targeting the bigger pieces. He will take out a pawn if it’s in the way, or if it is nearing the point of becoming a problem. Don’t flatter yourself into thinking that Widmore considers you as any more than a pawn. And he isn't worried about the pawns any longer. You, Jessica, and your friend, Sawyer, are out of his way now. Besides, he has a few knights to worry about now.” Neither Dean nor Jessica know what to say. I’m not sure I followed him that well either, but it isn’t my job to get involved. I like having the two around, but me and Alex can do just fine without them. “I’ll tell you what,” Linus said in consolation. “I will be meeting with Charles Widmore today or tomorrow. I’ll make sure he turns his dogs off. If you still don’t like that, then I’ll take you back to the island when we go back. You should have about a week or so. Let us know by then.” Ben then turns his attention to me and Alex. “Now I’ll let you two know what is next.” |
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| CharliePaceMBE | Feb 16 2009, 08:48 PM Post #6 |
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Gabriel Day 38- Descision Making Gabriel put a lot of thought into what Ben had asked him to do. The one question that he repeated over and over in his head was “could I go through such a thing again?” The idea wasn’t a simple one; he would have to carefully think about all the details. Exactly how would he do it alone? He couldn’t ask Locke or Omar, they had their own things to do. He couldn’t head back to the Swan and ask one of those he left behind as time was short. He had to go at it alone and possibly find someone who would help at the Orchid. It was too important of a taste to just forget. He never believed that he would end up working on the orders of Benjamin Linus, the man who ruined his life, the man who led him to become an accomplice to mass murder. This aside he believed Ben had the Island’s best interest at heart and that made him a friend to Gabriel. No matter who he would use to help him, no matter how he would get this person he had to make it to the Orchid. This being said he gathered his things and left the flame, along with Locke and Omar behind. He began his long trek through the subway… |
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| Heimdall | Feb 16 2009, 11:11 PM Post #7 |
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October 30, 2004 Day 38:1 “Alex, a word,” Ben said before leaving the quartet. She followed silently. Ben always felt like they had an understanding. Alex knew what Ben’s life and responsibilities entailed. Yet there was always a slight tension between them. “Is everything ok,” he asked simply. His head was hurting some. “Yeah,” she answered immediately without giving it much thought. Teenagers seldom do. Ben stopped to consider if it was wise to pry or not. He was somewhat weary. Maybe it was just jet lag. “Do you feel comfortable going with Karl? And maybe those two?” he asked, pointing at Dean and Jessica with his eyes. “They’re alright,” she responded. “It’s nice to have a few older people around. It’s weird not having someone watch you all the time,” she laughed nervously. The laughing pleased him, but it also made his ears hurt. “Dad, what’s this all about?” “I just want you to know that I care about you Alex. I may not always act like it, and I know that my responsibilities and priorities often come between us. But my mind still goes with you when I am not present.” This elusive, straight up assessment was about as close as Ben Linus got to giving a hug. Alex accepted it. “Thanks, dad. I can’t believe you trust Karl with me.” Ben sighed. “It’s not so much that I trust Karl, sweetheart. It’s just that I DON’T trust the man I am going to see.” She smiled back. “How ‘bout you? You don’t usually have headaches. Yet you’ve been flinching at every sound, and pressing your eyes all the time. What gives?” “I don’t know,” he answered. “I’ve never felt this way before. Maybe I should see a doctor.” He didn’t like saying that. He never needed a doctor on the island. “Yeah, do that. Where’re you headed to?” “England.” “They got docs over there, right?” Ben chuckled. “Yes, they do. They also have Charles Widmore, who is probably the source of all of my headaches.” (originally a day 25 flash forward with some minor additions) The flight wasn’t as long as he had anticipated. The plane settled on the ground, and Ben stood from his seat and picked up his bag, which was small compared to other passengers. He walked silently by the flight attendants who greeted him pleasantly, not stopping to acknowledge them. He was not terribly fond of flight attendants. They reeked of insincerity. Hopefully soon he would be going to a place where there was not a preponderance of them. He remembered that there was one being assimilated to his staff. Oh well. Ben strode through the airport, not stopping to get any baggage from the claims area. He didn’t need to travel with baggage. He had other ways of taking care of his needs. He reached the bottom of the escalator and saw a man whom he suspected was Widmore’s who was probably waiting for him. On an instinct, Ben turned in the other direction and wandered to the vending machines. He selected an Apollo bar and consumed it in a few bites. He turned away from the man who was waiting for him and left by another exit. He’d get to his destination on his own. He didn’t need Charles’ help. He may be coming here to work with him, but he was NOT going to become his captive. He refused to appear before Charles Widmore as a captive who was begging for his help. The automatic doors opened for Benjamin Linus and he entered a taxi. As he left, he heard the overhead speakers droning on incessantly, “Welcome to Heathrow airport…” |
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| An Gael | Feb 17 2009, 12:02 AM Post #8 |
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Jin and Sun stood outside their home in Seoul waiting for the locksmith to finish. They were both silent but smiling. 'All done,' he said, rising up from the floor, turning the latch and allowing the door to open an inch or two. Jin put three times the cost of forcing a lock into the man's hand and he departed just as content as the happy couple. Without warning Jin scooped Sun up into his arms and kicked the door open. She screamed with excitement, Jin made straight for the couch, dropping her down upon it and himself down upon her in one fluid motion. 'I never thought I'd see this couch again.' 'And to think you argued with me over the colour.' 'It suddenly looks a lot better.' *** They had only been home a few moments but they had already decided to recarpet the floor with all of their clothes. Ten minutes later Jin looked even more excited than when they had frist come in. Sun on the otherhand had never looked paler, and it didn't go unnoticed. 'Are you okay?' 'Just feel a little...' Sun covered her mouth her fist and puffed out her cheeks. 'It wasn't that bad was it?...' But Jin's joke was left hanging in the air as Sun skipped into the bathroom and closed the door. Fanastic thought Jin. He wondered what he had done wrong. A month ago they had done something similar in the caves and she had enjoyed it a lot more. Tropical islands are more romantic. He began to think about purchasing some palm trees. *** 'I'd say you're about four weeks along.' Jin stared at Sun. Sun stared at the gynacologist. Neither of them replied. 'Don't worry, it can take a while to settle in. It may not be what you folks expected, but Mrs. Kwon, you are most definitey expecting.' |
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| WildBillKO | Feb 17 2009, 07:40 PM Post #9 |
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Miles, Day 38-1 Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!-- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet It was a restless night for Miles, as he considered what Smoky had shown him. He also considered the things that had happened since, and knew that there were some people he needed to check on. Walt, Arzt, and Dan, and Michael were all folks that he needed to get in contact with, and quickly, because all were in great danger. Arzt might have died in the poison gas attack (judging by that night in Ben's prison, he might have been the SOURCE of the poison gas attack), Walt could be anywhere, and Dan could be... hell, he could be a different form of matter now for all Miles knew. Michael would probably be even tougher... although Miles hadn't contacted him from the other side... yet. First things first, though, Walt was his priority. Maybe Matthew could help with figuring out his location. Miles hunted for a computer terminal in the construction area, and finally found one that had no webcam, no video of any kind, just a command prompt. Miles used his 1337 hacking skills (he took a course in BASIC once) to establish a connection with Abbadon's website. Miles> Matthew, are you there? MA> Yes Miles. You are fast! Miles> What do you mean? MA> Your GPS signal was briefly visible. You moved from the South Pacific to the southwest tip of Greenland in the blink of an eye. Miles> That explains the weather. Where is Walt? I have intel he is off island. MA> Correct. The GPS you placed on him puts him moving west in Death Valley, California. Miles> Is he safe? MA> Your concern is touching, Straume. We have nothing on the ground where he is, but assets are moving in. Miles> Any new orders? MA> Check back tomorrow. I may have something for you then. Stay alive, Straume. C:/> Edited by WildBillKO, Feb 18 2009, 02:15 PM.
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| Heimadon | Feb 17 2009, 08:55 PM Post #10 |
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Matthew Abbadon Day 38 "Yes, Mr. Secretary." Matthew Abbadon hung up the phone with his employer. His employer, who by any stretch of the imagination, had no idea exactly what Matthew did or how he did it. It is good to be an independent contractor. Matthew pushed the intercom on the phone in his office. "Johnson, I need you in here now." A stout man in a short sleeved white shirt with a thin black tie ambled into the corner office. Abbadon drew the blinds. "Johnson, I need some reports. How close are we to gaining visual contact with Walt Dawson?" Johnson looked sheepishly toward the ground, then muttered under his breath, "Two days." "That is unacceptable. He's in our own country, and it takes two days to reach him?" "But sir, our assets are all here in Britain for interception of Benjamin Linus." "We've got a jet that can fly from London to New York in two hours, and it takes another 46 to get from New York to LA?" "Sir, our orders are to use the Concorde only in cases of emergency." Matthew stood and placed both fists on the mahogany desk in front of him, and his voice raised into an intimitating thunder. "Johnson, are you telling me that a boy with the power to wish things into and out of existence wandering the desert isn't an emergency? Who do you work for again?" "The department of..." "No! You work for me! But you don't work for me much longer if you continue with this incompetence! Get our men there in 36 hours or your job-- and maybe your life-- will be over!" Johnson scurried out of the office, knocking over Matthew's pen holder as he left. Abbadon sat back down, collected himself, and thought about how best to use his on-island assets. |
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| WildBillWalto | Feb 17 2009, 09:23 PM Post #11 |
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Le Walteau, Day 38-1 What was that song dad used to sing? Oh yeah. "I've been through the desert on a horse with no name, it felt good to be out of the ra--ain! Umm... sno-ow!" "Where did you learn to sing like that?" The lady was really nice, but she was kind of creepy. "Mom taught me. She was really good. It's too bad I got Dad's singing voice." "And a sense of humor as well! The island definitely chose well." "What do you mean?" "Walt," Bea continued, "The island chooses who it wants to be in charge. It needs a strong leader to help enforce it's will. It has chosen you to be the leader in the future. This is really quite the honor." "But I want to go home. I don't want to be on the island." The island sucked. The plane crashed, everyone I liked-- especially Dad--died, and it made me an orphan. Screw the island. "Child, the island will bring you back. You will be filled with a desire to return, and eventually you will find out how to get there. That's just how it works. You have an amazing gift, and as soon as you figure out how to use it, the island will call you home." My gift? Oh yeah, the wishing thing. "Mrs. Klugh, since I wished myself here that gift hasn't worked. I don't even want it." "Sweet, misguided child. It would go against Nature itself for you to not have that gift. The island willed it, and so it occurred. You now need to learn how to unlock it. The path ahead is difficult, and your ability cannot be used until reparations are made." "Mrs. Klugh... what are reparations?" "Walt, you don't want to know." |
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| JoeyLostDharma | Feb 18 2009, 12:27 PM Post #12 |
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Ana Day 38 - Entry 2 "Huh!?" Ana spurted out as she quickly opened her eyes and poked her head around. "Mom?" Ana turned to see Nicole, and all the other people tied up on the side of the boat. Damnit. She had forgot that this was happening. Ana can't remember the last time she woke up to a nice breakfast, rather then crazy s_ _t like this happening "Hi" Ana said to Nic and the group. "Mom, that Ethan guy is driving the boat. I think he's taking us back to the Hydra. He wants to go back to Tom and the others." "Tom is dead, Nicole" Nicole looked at her, a litte taken aback from this. Ana had forgot that although Tom had sometimes been cruel to her, he had been the closest thing to a father figure to Nicole for the last few years. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that" "It's fine. I'm with you now. My real family" Ana smiled. About half an hour later, the group had come up with a plan to hopefully stop Ethan. Ana looked at Nancy. "It's all you girl" Nancy began shouting. "Oww! My arm! Oww!" She pretended to yell in pain. "God damnit! Oww!" Ethan stormed in. What an idiot. Ana thought he'd be smarter than this He stared at Nancy. "What the hell is the matter with you?" "Aw, my arm is in so much pain." Ethan leaned in to her, to check it out. Ana, tried to drag herself closer to where Ethan was, so she could kick him. She edged her way nearer, and the chance was there. She stretched her leg and kicked. But Ethan was too fast. He grabbed her leg and stared down at her. "Nice plan" he said. "But I'm not stupid" Ana stared at him. Ethan grinned evily back. And just as he dropped her leg and turned around. SMASH. Nancy had brought her foot up into Ethan's face. He collapsed to the ground, barely concious. "Quick, grab his knife" Ana said. Nancy reached out and garbbed the penknife from Ethan's back pocket. She quickly ripped open the ropes on the hands and body and ran over to Nicole to help her out. As she was cutting Nicole's rope, Ana noticed Ethan get back up. He took out a gun and walked towards Nancy and Nicole. "Watch out!" Ana shouted. Nancy whirred around, and Ethan met her with a blow to the face. She fell to the ground. Ethan grabbed Nicole by the throat and turned to Ana. He pointed the gun at Ana. "I was going to be nice to you people. Let you stay in the Hydra." "But you had to be a little b_ _ch didn't you Ana?" he snarled at her. He cocked the gun. "I'm sorry I have to do this, but.." "Argh!" Horace had come out of know where and pushed Ethan as hard as he could. Ethan fell off the boat and splashed into the water. Nicole ran to Ana, and they hugged. Horace looked overboard, but Ethan couldn't be seen. "Is he dead?" Ana asked. "I doubt it. But we're safe" Horace said. He walked out into the front of the boat and started the journey once again back to the beach. |
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| Zsin Dobre | Feb 18 2009, 03:37 PM Post #13 |
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DESMOND Day 38 Entry 1 It had been three days now since leaving the Island, and here Desmond was, stuck on a new one. Fiji was at least a bit more civil. The past three days seemed like one continuous blur. He had been a little foggy since his "experience". Desmond could faintly remember bits and pieces though. He could remember Artz and how he tragically sacrificed his life saving the rest of them. He could remember honoring him with a toast. He was a good friend. And his poor kid... He remembered him being somehow different now, as if watching his parents die sparked a glimmer of madness in his eyes. He could also remember Jin and Sun. After everything Jin had to go through alone on that island, it pleased Desmond to finally see him together with his wife. It reminded him of what he once had with Penny. Now, his companions had all gone their separate ways. Desmond was feeling alone. He had no money, no passport, no way of getting himself back home. All he had to keep him going was the Island's riddle. Who was Alvar Hanso? Why did the Island show him this man's death? He recognized the name Hanso, but couldn't quite put his finger on how. He had been thinking long and hard on where he could've possibly heard that name, but his memories had become scattered, an after effect of his conscious shifting experience. The hazy feeling had slowly been subsiding, but the stress of his current predicament had only become more apparent in it's wake. Desmond found some shelter near an abandoned boathouse. He no longer could enjoy the comforts of his hotel room. One of his friends had been nice enough to anonymously foot the bill. As he sat there, feeling trapped, staring out at the Pacific, his thoughts had shifted to Penny. He couldn't help but to laugh at the irony. He had escaped the island, but everything else about his situation seemed unchanged. Edited by Zsin Dobre, Feb 18 2009, 06:14 PM.
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| Zsinderella | Feb 18 2009, 05:16 PM Post #14 |
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PENNY Day 38 Entry 1 15 degrees, 23' 42" North, 158 degrees, 15' 23" East... The Searcher had arrived. “Miss Widmore...” began Hendrik, “This is strange. We have arrived at the coordinates, but there is nothing here.” “How can that be?” muttered Penny as she surveyed nothing but open ocean in all directions. “Those coordinates had to be correct. We know that Mathias was there.” “Yes but Mathias was also speaking to us from a different time. There are many oddities about that island.” “Oddities are one thing Hendrik. Missing land masses are a whole ‘nother story.” “What now Miss Widmore?” “Well I hope you liked Fiji... Cause we’re going back.” Edited by Zsinderella, Feb 18 2009, 05:17 PM.
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| DarthHaggis | Feb 18 2009, 07:23 PM Post #15 |
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The Artist Formerly Known as Arzt
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Day 38-2 We drove about two and a half hours south from LA to San Diego. Dean and Jessica came with me and Alex. I can’t believe that Linus thinks this part of the trip is going to be less dangerous than what he’s doing, but whatever. He said that we have a day or two before we have to pull off our next task, so we’re all gonna lie low in a hotel outside of the Miramar Marine Base for a few days, then we’ll be heading down to the Imperial Beach Naval Air Station. It’s been fun, I’ve never driven on a freeway before. I dunno why they call these things freeways with all those tolls, though. At least it ain’t my money… Sometimes, when I get busy with all this stuff, my anger goes away. I can put it aside and ignore it ‘cuz there is a student security guard on my butt, or Alex and I are driving for the first time, or I’m just too dang tired. But other times, when things settle down, it engulfs me. It’s not all of a sudden. It’s kind of a slow fade. Part of me knows I shouldn’t feel this way. Most of me doesn’t care. It hates. And hatred gives me strength. Strength to leave the only place I’ve ever lived and enter a crazy messed up place with just my girlfriend. Strength to take another step when I know my father has been brutally murdered, and probably my mom too. Strength to steal a multi-million dollar machine and hide it away. Strength to break into a US military installation and steal a top-secret piece of equipment. If it wasn’t for my hate, I would have given up long ago. “What can I get for you,” a thick Indian accent inquires. “I’d like a samosa,” I say back. “Chicken or –“ “Lamb,” I interrupt. “Oh, and a Thai Tea, please. Shukriya.” “Apka svagat hai,” the waiter responds. I left Alex, Dean and Jessica back at the hotel. It was a seedy kind of place that advertised ‘hourly rates.’ Why would people want to have a hotel just for an hour? I don’t get it. She wanted to rest a bit because the driving made her sleepy. The other two weren’t interested in the place I was going to eat, which is the cleverly named: ‘Indian Pakistan Restaurant,’ near the Miramar Base. “Oy vey!” a voice exclaims as a mildly rotund gentleman with a big nose wearing a yarmulke comes through the door. He looks around the room and receives in return more than a few scowls from the largely Pakistani audience. I don’t imagine that yarmulke bearing Jews are seen very often in this restaurant. A teenager from a few tables over starts whistling a song that sounds dreadfully like, “Throw the Jew Down the Well,” from Borat. “What is this?” the newcomer mutters to himself, “They treat me like some sort of mishegas or something!” He waddles through the deli, looking for someplace to sit. It is really quite comical watching everyone’s reaction to him. He drops his bag more than once, nearly upending a table, and then causes an elderly Indian lady to trip over him as she is on the way to the restroom. He follows this up by knocking over a Pakistani’s soda while exclaiming, “Oy Gevalt! What a schlemiel I am, you poor schlimazel!” he cries to man he spilled the soda on. The whole restaurant appears fit to be tied. Eventually the old man manages to reach the table next to me, which is clearly dirty from the last diners. He gazes down at it and then at me, “Shalom, friend. I don’t mean to kvetch, but you look like a mentsh, and this table is a bissel shmutz. Do you mind if I join you?” If it were any other person, I would probably tell them to f-off, but something about this old man makes me want to laugh. I don’t think I’ve laughed in three days. “Sure,” I say back to him. “I didn’t realize how much chutzpah it would take to come into this place,” he bemoaned. “But I am hungry, and I need to nosh a little, no? What’s your name?” he asks, sticking out his plump hand. “Karl.” “Karl? Oy. So you’re a goy, hey? I won’t hold it against you. Call me Reuben.” |
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