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| DarthHaggis | Feb 23 2009, 10:27 PM Post #1 |
The Artist Formerly Known as Arzt
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Day 39, October 30, 2004.
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| WildBillKO | Feb 24 2009, 02:51 PM Post #2 |
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Miles, Day 39-1 “The person who never makes a mistake always takes orders from one who does”-- Anonymous It had been the first uneventful day for Miles since his arrival on the island 14 days prior. There's no day so uneventful as when you receive an order to wait until your receive further orders. Miles was thankful that he was indoors, that it was relatively warm, and that he now knew he was somewhere near Greenland, which meant that at most, Matthew and his men were a day's worth of travel away should he get into trouble. Apparently, some communications might even be possible, as GPS signals had become briefly visible. The computer screen which Miles had been waiting on flickered to life in the early morning hours. Thankfully, Miles had gone to bed early and slept comfortably on the hard and somewhat chilly concrete floor of the... what was this place? Maybe a bunker of some sort. However, when Miles awoke he saw that it was still pitch black outside. Does Matthew ever sleep? C:>/ MA: Miles, please respond. Miles: I'm here Matthew. Do you have any new orders for me? MA: You cut right to the chase. That's why I like you, Straume. There are other elements on the island you need to dispose of, and some people you need to liberate. Miles: Liberate? Who needs to be set free here? MA: The rest of your team. Miles paused. The rest of my team? But they went down with the chopper?!? Miles: I thought you said that only Faraday and myself survived? MA: It seems I was mistaken. I have other elements on the ground that have indicated otherwise. They are currently being held captive by a group that call themselves the Company Men. Miles: How many? MA: Eight. Kellerman, Shepherd, Mahone, Redfield, Gibson, Neeson, Diesel, and Johnson. They are a highly trained and specialized paramilitary group, and they do not make many mistakes. I'm uploading a profile on each to your location now. Miles: So, one guy against eight? MA: One guy and his network of supernatural intelligence officers against eight, yes. Miles: Any idea where these scumbags are? MA: I'm sending you coordinates now. Where are you currently? Miles: Some sort of underground bunker with construction equipment everywhere. MA: Good. Do you see a small corner office about 30 yards away? Miles: I can't see anything in this darkness. MA: About five yards to your right should be a light switch. Turn it on, then proceed to the office I mentioned. In it are the supplies they used to use for downing rogue experiments. You should find in a locked chest in the closet a high powered rifle, ammo, some flash-bangs, and a few frag grenades. It should be more tahn enough to do the job. Miles: Thank you Matthew. Signing off. Will report back in 24 hours. Miles moved to where the light switch was supposed to be. He fumbled around at the wall until he found it, and flipped it on. Dim lights flickered through a cavernous bunker filled with heavy construction equipment. Miles looked behind him and saw a thin figure with a tie. "Welcome back, Dan. Sorry we got into it before. No hard feelings about me zapping you?" |
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| DarthHaggis | Feb 24 2009, 03:25 PM Post #3 |
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Day 39-1 What the hell is that? I awake to a pounding on the door. I’m lying on some sort of couch. It has holes in the textiles, and pieces of foam are sticking through it. I remember quickly that I am in Reuben’s apartment and I roll over and pull out the pulse weapon. I am much more comfortable with it than I am the pistol. Reuben comes waddling out of his room in a bathrobe. Unfortunately the robe isn’t tied, and I can see his wife beater tank top that's frayed bottom doesn’t quite reach his yellowing tighty whities, and thus his belly protrudes downward, hanging over his underwear like a bowl full of sweaty old man flavored jello. He begins stomping towards the door and bellows, ‘IN A MINUTE!” He pauses and looks at me, and stares at the pulse weapon, “Oy, put that phallic monstrosity away, it looks like some sort of schumck. What are you, some kind of weirdo or something?” he chastises. He cocks his head towards the coat closet, and I climb into it as Reuben opens the door. “Nu?” he says, as if that’s some sort of Yiddish hello or something. I hear a very official voice answer him, “Hello, sir, I’m officer Johnson of the San Diego Police Department, may I come in?” “What? If you're looking for donuts, that's down the road. I only serve bagels here.” There was a short pause and the officer does not respond. “Fine, come in,” Reuben mutters. The sounds of a booted individual walking into the creaky apartment accompanies Reuben’s fat bare feet padding around. “I’m sorry it’s not cleaner, I don’t have a sweet baleboste to pick up after me.” “It’s no trouble. Sir, I’m looking for a pair of individuals, both young men. One is white, the other is black. Have you seen anyone matching this description?” “It’s not much of a description,” Reuben says. “What am I, some kind of Catholic Priest? Go out and ask the gangs. I’m sure you can find plenty of white and black teenagers out there. What are you trying to have some kind of salt and pepper parade?” The officer successfully ignores Reuben’s banter and says, “Here’s a picture of the both of them. They may or may not be traveling together.” “Everyone may or may not be traveling together!” Reuben declares, and I can just feel the officer’s frustration rising. “How long have you lived here?” the officer asks, and I hear his footsteps walking around the little living room. Reuben mutters something I can’t quite hear, and then Officer Johnson asks, “Is anyone else staying with you?” He sounds like he is in Reuben’s bedroom. The concept of digging through all of Reuben’s personal effects make me want to shudder and giggle all at the same time. “No, it’s just me. What did you say these kids did?” Reuben yells back. The footsteps walk back down the hallway, and the officer says, “I didn’t.” The steps then begin approaching the closet door, and my muscles tense in anticipation. “Wait!” Rebuen declares as the officer nears my hiding place, “I may have seen one of them! This one, the black kid, his name is Walt, right?” The officer was right on the other side of the door. I can feel him breathing. I want to try and cover myself better, but I’m equally afraid of both touching the clothing, and of making too much noise. There is a rusty old umbrella by my leg, I manage to wrap my hand around it, and I reach my other hand into my pocket for the pulse weapon. The doorknob rattles and I tense up. “Yeah, his name is Walt,” the officer says as the door opens and he peers right into my face. The man is startled as he reaches for his sidearm. I try and get the umbrella out, but it catches on an old overcoat and opens up, pushing me to the side. “Eyyyaaaa!” Reuben declares as he cracks a wooden chair over the officer’s head. The officer crumples forward on top of me, and I am overwhelmed with both the aroma of bad cologne and the impression of sweaty armpits. Suddenly, Reuben’s arm reaches into the closet and pulls me up. “Get him undressed. I’m going to need his clothes,” he says darkly, and I am slightly startled at the change over the bungling, jovial man. Edited by DarthHaggis, Feb 24 2009, 07:31 PM.
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| CharliePaceMBE | Feb 24 2009, 06:11 PM Post #4 |
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Gabriel Day 39- Familiar Faces in Unexpected Places Gabriel had spent the night inside the Orchid with the remnants of Ben’s people. He was quite interested in one of them, Goodwin Stanhope. He seemed to be an authority’s man, seemingly in charge of what people he had left to command. He spent a lot of time inside a room which Gabriel had yet to see. Whenever Goodwin returned Gabriel would try to sneak a glance inside, to no avail. Deciding that his curiosity was indeed the better of him, he had to speak up. He approached the door and knocked once, just loud enough to get attention without arousing suspicion. A voice, which he recognised as Goodwin’s spoke to him through the closed door. “What do you want?” “I was wondering if you needed any assistance in there. I used to work here you know” “I don’t think your experience can help with what I’m doing.” “What is it that you’re doing exactly Mr Stanhope?” With this the door opened, it seemed that Goodwin had liked Gabriel’s approach, enough to allow him to help. Stepping inside the temperature seemed to drop. There in the room with him was a line of people; they were wearing Dharma Initiative jumpsuits. They were frozen. Gabriel recognised one of them. “Jones…?” |
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| Goodwin | Feb 24 2009, 07:17 PM Post #5 |
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Goodwin “Good morning to you all,” Goodwin said to the newly awakened mass of individuals. “Welcome back to consciousness.” The room was silent. Inside of it were 23 individuals who had been woken up from cryostasis in the basement of the Orchid. Originally there were 25, but two of them died during the resuscitation process. “I know this will be very confusing for most of you. On December 19, 1992 at 4 pm, the hostiles committed an attack on the Dharma Initiative. And by use of a neurotoxic gas manufactured here and at the Tempest Station, the hostiles killed every member of the Initiative. Or so they thought. “As you know, several of us had been contacted by the hostiles and were being used as infiltrators. Benjamin Linus was one of them. I was another. But when I realized what it was they were truly doing, I turned on them, and that’s how you all ended up here.” Goodwin paused for a drink of water. “It is now October 30, 2004. Tomorrow is Halloween. It took me this long to finally succeed in overthrowing the hostiles. Just recently, with the help of my wife, Harper, and a few other faithful individuals," he indicated Ryan and Gabriel, who were with him at the front, "we successfully killed every hostile on the island, including their leader, Richard Alpert. We banished Alpert’s second in command, Ben Linus as well. Joining us in our fight was the heroine, Amelia Earhart, who died during the confrontation, and we also garnered the aid of several survivors of a plane crash, Oceanic Flight 815, that crashed here in September of this year.” The individuals of the Dharma Initiative listened without reaction. They were still a little groggy from coming out of cryo. Harper sat behind Goodwin on his right. Goodwin had filled her and Ryan in on the story he was going to tell beforehand. Cindy had gone missing, and Goodwin figured that may be good for this, so long as she didn’t turn up and screw everything up. Gabriel, who was also from the Dharma Initiative, was there as well. Goodwin had reluctantly filled him in on what was going on, and Gabriel seemed to take it without objection. Goodwin supposed that Gabriel would take orders, just like he always did. “Throughout this whole event, much has happened. But now we are almost safe from the threats on the island. It was finally time to revive all of you, and now we are going to face the threat from the outside world. “A few short days ago, the island was moved by our enemies. And in an attempt to finish us, they moved us to an arctic climate, which is decimating all of the flora on the island. In addition, they destroyed the Tempest, which not only provided us with power, but managed to prevent the outside world from finding us. It is my belief that the enemy will now be free to return to the island after all of us have died from the cold, and then they will take control of the island themselves.” “Why can’t we move it again ourselves?” Amy, a young Dharma Initiative employee who was the first to be thawed, asked. “Or use the time machine?” “We can’t move all of us through time. The possibilities of ripping open the time space continuum are too great if we move groups of people through it en masse. And the wheel is broken. It has been sealed up by the island until the Promised One comes to move it.” “The Promised One?” another man asked. “Yes, that’s what the island said. That is another reason why I have awoken you. The island did not specify who would be able to move the island again, but I am certain that it is not me, or my wife – we’ve already tried. It is my hope that the island will speak to one of you and tell you how to fix the wheel, and possibly help us to restore power. Or god help us all, for we will freeze to death here when our power runs out.” As Goodwin finished his speech, a shadow moved in the hallway at the back of the chamber. He did not see Omar there, shaking his head at the traitor. Omar then shrugged and backed up into the stairwell that led to topside. He decided to take a little walk so he could formulate a plan for gathering information on Goodwin's little crew. Edited by DarthHaggis, Feb 25 2009, 10:16 PM.
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| slick14805 | Feb 24 2009, 07:27 PM Post #6 |
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Paul Kellerman Day 39: Entry 1 "Cold-Hearted" They had arrived to the barracks defense system. The entire area was surrounded by some sort of high-frequency sonar fence. Juliet had cooperated after the smacking he gave her last night. He lost count how many times he slapped her. Her lips were still swollen from the punch or two he gave her. Kellerman pointed his gun at her. "Put the code in!" Juliet immediately went and began to put the code in. Kellerman stopped her before she finished. "If you warn your people we are coming we will kill them all you understand?" Kellerman knew of the emergency code that Abaddon warned him about. Juliet nodded and pressed CLEAR. She began to type in another code. Kellerman smiled. He had finally cracked Juliet. Like always, he always gets what he wants. "The fence is off now." Tyrese was about to cross first, but Kellerman stopped him. "You go first." Juliet walked right through the fence and nothing happened. Seeing that it truly was safe, they all crossed at the same time. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After a few minutes of carefully looking for every possible exit Kellerman ordered his men to their locations. Johnson was far away near a hill ready to shoot anyone that came out. Kellerman put the silencer on his 9mm. It was time. They saw two men talking outside the entrance. "Jack he's going to kill them... their lives are on you!" Kellerman turned around and pistol-whipped Juliet in the face. She was knocked out. "Okay men, Arnold and Roger are already in the back just in case anyone tries to run out. Johnson is ready to snipe anyone who manages to escape. The rest of you lay low. I'll take care of these men. Once I kill them join up with me. Turn your walkies on!" They all turned their walkies on. "Testing.... Eagle-eye do you copy?" "Yes sir. I copy." Good. Johnson was in place. "We're good too." Perfect. Diesel and Roger were in place. Now it was his turn. Kellerman took off his jacket and tore his shirt a little bit. He then cut himself with his knife a little. The stream of blood poured down his cheek. He then put some dirt on his face to make it look even more convincing. He ran with his hands high in the air screaming in terror. "Help!" The two men were surprised to see him. "Stop!! Who are you?!" Fools. Just like he thought. They saw he was a mess and didn't find him a threat. "They're coming!! I don't have time to explain! I barely escaped!" Kellerman fell to the ground pretending he was seriously hurt. The men looked around for any sign of these people that were coming. No longer looking at Kellerman, he saw his chance. Kellerman pulled out his silenced 9mm and shot both men in the head! Chris, Jack, Tyrese, and Mahone immediately joined up with him. They hid the two men's bodies near some tall grass. "Good work sir! That was just genius!" Tyrese wanted a high-five from Kellerman, but he didn't return the gesture. Jack just shook his head. "Did you really have to do that? Johnson could have just shot them in the head or you could have killed them yourself from far away." Kellerman was starting to sense something from Jack. Perhaps it was jealousy? "No time for nonsense. We're going in." Kellerman turned the door and they barged inside. |
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| Heimadon | Feb 25 2009, 02:34 AM Post #7 |
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Matthew Abbadon, Day 39:1 The phone rang in the late morning hours. Matthew saw from the caller ID that it was Johnson, calling from LA. Immediately, his danger sensors went on-- he had sent Johnson there to get himself killed by doing something idiotic, not to actually succeed. No, success was for his assets on the island. If Miles could manage to rescue Widmore's team, then turn them... He flipped open his phone. "Johnson, it's about 3 am over there. I hope you have some good news for me." "Ah. not really sir. I mean, we have some good news, and some bad." "You're not going to play this good news, bad news thing again, are you?" The last time Johnson had played good news/bad news was a couple of weeks before. Matthew had found out that his Yankees had lost four straight to the Red Sox, with the offsetting good news being that he had taken the liberty of going to Starbucks and bringing back a grande half-caf double mochacinno with whipped cream and cinnamon spinkles. This was actually two pieces of bad news-- Matthew takes his coffee like he takes his women: hot, black, and strong. "I'll make it quick then sir: the good news is that we have Linus's daughter and two of her companions." "It's about time you did something right, Johnson." Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a blue moon. "Unfortunately, we have not yet made contact with Walt Dawson... but we believe the other teen from the island has, and he's traveling with a fat Jewish man." "A fat Jewish man? Do we have any intel on him?" "None sir, except what I was able to obtain before he cracked a chair across the back of my head." "You had the other kid in your grasp? And you, a highly trained agent, were taken down by a teenager and the fiddler on the roof?" "Actually, we were in the apartment, not on the roof--" "Shut it, Johnson. Thanks for the update. Transport the prisoners ASAP, and find Walt Dawson." Matthew closed his cell. Between Johnson, Kellerman, and Straume, he might be able to cobble together one damn good agent. |
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| WildBillWalto | Feb 25 2009, 02:45 PM Post #8 |
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The Mediocrity That Is El Walto, Day 39-1 I was so cold. I had no idea that a place that was a hundred degrees in the daytime could be freezing at night. At least Mrs. Bea (she asked me to call her by her first name, how cool is that?) brought some blankets along, but I was still really, really cold. I also had no idea where I was or where we were going so I decided to ask. "Mrs. Bea, what's our plan for the day?" "Walt, do you see that tunnel over there? On the other side is Mexico. Have you ever been?" "No ma'am." "Well, you're going today. Some people use those tunnels to get into the USA-- we're going to use this one to get out without anyone ever knowing we were here. I have a friend across the border that should be able to help you with your ability." That would be very cool, to be able to wish again. "OK, what are we waiting for? I'm freezing!" So, we got on the horse and went. We got through the tunnel, and that's when everything went wrong. There were these guys in dark suits and ties, and they seemed kind of like they were waiting for us to get a little bit past the tunnels, and then they jumped out and this one chubby guy with glasses said we were under arrest... only he said it in American and not Mexican. (They speak a different language there, right?) The other thing that was weird was that it looked like his clothes were all new, but from Wal-Mart or something. He also had a big knot on his forehead. Mrs. Bea said they had no right to arrest us here, and I think she was right, but that just made them mad. They pushed Mrs. Bea down off the horse and tried to handcuff her. That's when she pulled out a knife from her belt and grabbed the chubby guy behind his back and put the knife up to his neck. She yelled, "Run, Walt! Run and don't stop!" It didn't feel right, leaving her there with just her against four guys, even if she told me to run. But I was really REALLY scared, and I ran. I ran a really long way, until I could just barely hear them shouting. I hid behind a cactus and watched. I think Mrs. Bea knew they were going to kill her, and she was just waiting until I was able to get away. She might have thought she could take out four guys with guns, but I'm pretty sure she decided I was important enough for her to give up her life. I remember hearing once from Mom how there's no greater love than laying down your own life for your friends... Anyway, one of the tie guys decided he had enough, and took a shot. I think he missed the chubby guy and hit Mrs. Bea in the shoulder, because she kind of spun around and let go of the knife. The chubby guy tried to stop the tie guys from shooting again, but they didn't listen and shot her lots more while she was on the ground. I figured she must be dead, so i kept running. I ran. And I hate myself for it. Edited by WildBillWalto, Feb 26 2009, 02:26 PM.
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| Heimdall | Feb 25 2009, 03:54 PM Post #9 |
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October 30, 2004 (my bad on the bad dates before) Day 39-1 “What do you mean my insurance card is no good?” Ben asked incredulously to the lady at the checkout desk. “I’m sorry, sir, but it appears that someone in administration revoked your coverage.” “I work for the company!” Ben insisted. “I’m sorry,” the pretty blond girl said. “This says you’ve been fired.” Damn Goodwin. “Fine, I can pay cash. But I want a copy of those films immediately.” “Very well sir,” she bristled back. Then, with a streak of defiance, she said, “That will be 970.76 pounds.” Ben sighed. She was giving him the standard rate, not the discounted government rate. If it wasn’t Widmore’s money, Ben would fight it. But as a wise economist once said, people are seldom as careful with other people’s money as they are with their own. Ben handed her the credit card, secretly gleeful at spending Widmore’s money. The young woman went into the back and handed Ben the MRI films. “There’s a disc inside as well.” Ben simply nodded to her and walked out of the Mittelos Radiology Center. “Hello, Benjamin,” Eloise Hawking said to him. “Hello, Eloise,” Ben drawled back. “Do you have the films?” “I do,” he said, holding them up to the light for her. Eloise did not touch them herself. “Show me the other ones, the laterals, I mean, the side views.” Ben complied, fumbling through the multiple large films. “I have them on disc as well. Do you want me to send them to you?” “No, this is fine. Actually, yes. I am limited in this capacity somewhat,” she confided. “Do you see there?” she asked, pointing at the right frontal part of his brain. There was a circle there in the middle of his brain. It was about a centimeter wide, and it was surrounded by a dark black line that gave the impression it was eating the surrounding tissue. “Is that what I think it is?” “It is,” she said simply. “Notice how on the other view, though, it is smaller.” “Why is that?” “The magnetism. It either enhances the lesion, or limits it. My guess is that the second picture was taken second, and the tumor shrunk after being exposed to that much concentrated magnetism.” Tumor. She said it. Ben shook his head slowly. He was off the island for three days and he already had a brain tumor. “I need to get back to the island then.” “I agree. As soon as possible, Benjamin. This kind of tumor grows quickly. And damage to the brain is often irreparable.” Ben sighed. “Very well. My daughter is in San Diego with Karl Arzt and a few others. They are performing a mission for me. Can you check in on them?” Mrs. Hawking looked pale. “They are in danger then.” “Why is that?” Ben asked. “There is an agent of the Bekowr here. He has been trying to find me and the lab for quite some time.” “The Bekowr? I thought they were all dead.” “They are,” Eloise said succinctly. “That’s never stopped them before.” “He must not find you. If he does, everything may be lost.” “What about your daughter? And Mr. Arzt?” “The Bekowr is not known for senseless murder, at least. They only want information. And neither Karl nor my daughter have any. It is my suspicion that they will be left alone.” “Unless they the children are to be used as hostages.” “If they advance things to that level, then heaven help them.” “They don’t need heaven’s help,” Eloise said. “They’re already dead,” she said as her presence faded away and Ben was left alone in the room with his MRI films. |
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| Jate4Ever | Feb 25 2009, 06:49 PM Post #10 |
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Shannon Rutherford Dayb 39~ Scene 1 "Coincidence" Shannon was awoken by Aaron. He was crying his little eyes out as Sayid tried to feed him. Nancy offered to help and she carefully held Aaron and hugged him. She sang him a beautiful lullaby. It was an infamous French lullaby that Shannon recognized from her time in Paris. Aaron calmed down and began to fall asleep. Shannon got out of the bed. "That was beautiful Nancy." Sayid agreed. "I thougt Aaron may have been hungry. I have never really taken care of a baby before." Shannon sat in a nearby chair and placed her right hand on her chin. "Claire..." Sayid went to comfort her. "Claire would have wanted us to take Aaron out of this island. He would die." Shannon hugged Sayid. "All the people we are leaving behind... we don't even know if Jack is dead or not!" Aaron began to awaken and Nancy quickly started to sing the lullaby again. Seeing the ruckus she was creating, Shannon excused herself and went outside. She stood at the end of The Elizabeth. Looking out into the horizon. The island wasn't even visible anymore. She remembered promising Jack that she would never leave him and yet here she was on this boat leaving him. There was no point going back if he was not going to be with her. She couldn't possibly tell the people to turn this ship around. They wouldn't listen to her. Her only hope was to jump off this boat... "Hey." Shannon turned around to see Nathan. Her eyes were still watery. "Don't do it Shannon. Jack would have wanted you to live. You have his kid. He loved you very much." "I promised him I would never leave." "I promised Hurley to tell Locke about Danielle, but I guess sometimes promsies can't be kept." Shannon remembered Hurley telling Nathan to warn Locke about Danielle. She wondered in her mind why Hurley would tell them that. "Do you think Locke's life depended on this warning?" Shannon stared directly into Nathan's eyes. Nathan tried to fight the guilt away as he stared away from Shannon. "I hope not." The two stood there quietly looking at the ocean for a while. "Why are you going back Nathan?" "I am going back because even if my life was just pathetic before I crashed onto this place there is still a chance I could change it." "Your life couldn't have been as bad as mine." Nathan stared at Shannon and then put his right hand on her left shoulder. "I knew your brother Boone. We were best friends once." "Oh.." Shannon didn't know what else to say. "He's the one who told me to save you and Kate." Shannon was really emotional now. Nathan hugged Shannon and the two shared a very emotional moment. "This island brought us all together Nathan. What a coincidence that you happen to run into Boone in the same plane. Or find your brother Ethan. There has to be a reason for all this!" "Or your lover..." Nathan stared at Kate who was on the other side of The Elizabeth drinking coffee with Donald and Jason. Shannon also stared at Kate. "You knew her even before you crashed on this island?" "Yes. Weird huh? The island brought my best friend, brother, and the girl of my life back." The two stood there realizing that the island wasn't really as bad as they once thought it was. Edited by Jate4Ever, Feb 25 2009, 06:50 PM.
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| HaggisInDraggis | Feb 25 2009, 08:08 PM Post #11 |
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Day 39-1 Drip… Drip… Drip… She opened her eyes drearily. She was cold, and she couldn’t feel her right leg. She tried to move her arms. They were a bit numb too. She moved a bit and the circulation returned. They weren’t exactly warm, but at least they weren’t numb. Then she moved her leg. One moment, her leg was numb. The next moment, it hurt more than anything had every hurt her before. Involuntarily, a scream left her mouth, and she kept it up for a good five seconds. For a minute or so afterwards, she just whimpered. Cindy looked down at her leg and saw her lower leg bone sticking out of her skin under her knee. The skin she could see was purple and puffy. There was loads of blood staining the snow where she lay. She was surprised that she made it through the night. Off in the distance, she heard a howl. It kind of sounded like an owl, or maybe a wolf. Did they have those on the island? With great care, she shifted her weight a little and tried to get more comfortable. Then she heard a sound that scared the hell out of her. The ground beneath her cracked slightly. She was on a frozen lake. The sun was up, and it warmed her slightly, but not much. But the lake didn’t need to get too warm to be a problem. Slowly, she began inching herself towards the edge of the lake. Slowly, but surely. She didn’t try to stand. Somehow, she felt that if she tried to stand, she’d fall through. Every once in a while she would move her right leg wrong, and a stab of pain would shoot up her thigh like a lightning bolt shot from her broken leg. Several times, Cindy stopped just to cry. She sobbed and sobbed, and then got up the energy to crawl a little further. Until the pain then overwhelmed her, and she had to stop again. She felt very cold, and very alone. The edge wasn’t much further, but Cindy was at the end of her rope. She didn’t want to go any further. She had no reason to. Where would she go? Back to the Orchid? What good was that? She realized that she was going to die. She didn’t want to go this way. Helpless. Alone. Defeated. Somehow, getting to the edge of the lake was important to her. She didn’t care if she died after that. She just wanted one last victory. One last success. So she kept crawling. She started ignoring the pain in her leg, and she even tried to use that a bit. She could put pressure on the knee without too much extra pain, so long as her leg didn’t dangle too much. So she did. She crawled, and she was almost there. She began panting and shouting with every inch. Every movement was laborious. But she would finish on her terms. She was making so much noise, however, that she didn’t notice the sound of the ice cracking. That is, she didn’t notice it until the ice actually split. Cindy’s arm went right through the ice and her face rammed into the top of the lake. She couldn’t stop her momentum, and her whole body slid into the freezing water just 5-6 feet from the edge. As her right leg tumbled into the water after her, she felt a clicking as the bone retreated back beneath her flesh and reset somewhat. A scream or two managed to escape Cindy’s mouth again before unconsciousness gripped her. On several occasions during her life, Cindy had been in danger of dying. On several occasions she thought of ending her own life. But she never thought she would go like this. Broken. Battered. And LOST. Edited by HaggisInDraggis, Feb 25 2009, 08:12 PM.
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| CharliePaceMBE | Feb 26 2009, 02:29 PM Post #12 |
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Gabriel Day 39- Help me. Gabriel was confused. How was this possible? Goodwin managed to preserve these people all those years? In a way Gabriel was pleased, pleased that he now knew these lives blood at least, were not on his hands. Despite this he was worried that those who know him would question his loyalties, now and at the time of the purge. Seeing Jones sitting alone, Gabriel felt it appropriate to speak to him. As he approached Jones seemed to flinch at the sight of him. He obviously recognised Gabriel as his one time superior. Taking the seat next to him, Gabriel put his hand on Jones shoulder. “Hello Jones” “Hello Sir” “So you remember me then? I’m glad that you are safe” “Are you sir? Are you really?” “Of course I am. It feels good to know that someone I knew survived the purge.” “Thank you Sir” “Jones call me Gabriel, I am no longer your superior” “Thank you Gabriel. You can call me Bradley” “Bradley I need to ask for your help. I’m aware that you didn’t work at this station, however I feel like you’re the only person I can trust. You see that man? His name is Goodwin Stanhope, and I believe that by doing this he went behind his leaders back. That leader also asked me to carry out a mission for him. Can I rely on your assistance?” “Of course you can. Just tell me what I need to do.” “I will not tell you what to do, I will ask you. Like I said, you do not take orders from me anymore.” “Okay. What would you like me to do Gabriel?” “I need help going back in time. Do you remember the rumours spreading about this place?” “The scientists stationed here were trying to send Bunnies back in time?” “That’s right those rumours. Well it turns out that it is possible to send a human in time also.” “How can you be sure about that?” “Well Bradley I myself have done it. Just a few weeks ago in fact, that is how I know it is possible.” “Well then Gabriel lets get to it” “Excellent. Thank you Bradley” |
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| JoeyLostDharma | Feb 26 2009, 06:11 PM Post #13 |
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Ana Lucia Day 38 The cold breeze blew into Ana's face. It felt good though. She had a warm feeling in her stomach that cancelled out the cold reality. They were goin' home. Nicole was talking to Sayid. Ana smiled as she watched her daughter chat away to a man she doesn't even know. How does she do that? Talk to people...she sure didn't get it from her Mom. Nathan and Shannon came up to her, smiling. "What's up?" "Oh, we were just talking about how this place wasn't so bad." Ana was shocked. "Dude...tons of us dying, bad beds, and screwed up weather. I reckon that's classified as pretty bad" Nathan shrugged. "Dunno, there's just something about it. It's magical" Ana shook her head. "I don't really feel that way" Shannon smiled. "Good thing we're going home then." Ana nodded. |
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| DarthHaggis | Feb 26 2009, 07:09 PM Post #14 |
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Day 39-2 Reuben had grabbed the officer’s clothes, id, and some kind of chip from his walkie-talkie. He stuffed the former two in his bag. He pulled out a hand held computer, and somehow worked the walkie-talkie chip into it. That was about 10 minutes ago. Now we were speeding down Interstate 5 in Reuben’s El Camino. I hadn’t been able to speak since we left. The Mexico border approached us. Reuben stops at the border and I feign sleep. The border patrol seems to know Reuben, and they let us through without much hassle. “We’re just picking up a friend,” he says, and that confuses me. It takes me a few more minutes, but eventually, I get up the courage to ask him, “What are we doing down here? I have to go back. I have… stuff to do.” “Stuff to do, eh? It appears that those people back there have stuff to do to you, too,” he says as he pulls the car to the side of the road. “Listen to me. Are you going to tell me what is going on with you and these schlemiel’s back there?” He’s freaking me out a little bit. Back at his apartment, he went from bumbling idiot to cold and calculated. Then that Yiddish crap bleeds out of his mouth and he’s suddenly an old fool again. And now, he’s a mixture of the two. “I’m not real sure,” I confide. “Oy,” he says with his eyes closed. He opens his door and walks over to the brush on the side of the road. Is he taking a leak? I turn my head, but some part of me oddly wants to watch. How weird. I’m NOT into dudes. But there’s something about stuff like this that you just want to stare. Wait a minute, he’s not taking a leak, he’s looking around for something. I walk over to him. “So what is it you have to do then? This… stuff you speak of?” “My girlfriend and I are trying to get to this place in the South Pacific.” “Oh, sounds nice. You have family there?” he asks. What an odd question. I’m obviously not Asian. Then I remember my father and mother. “Something like that,” I respond darkly. “My father is from there, you know.” Jews in the South Pacific? There ought to be a musical about that or something. “I never knew my father until recently,” I confide. “Do you get along with your father?” “No, not really, no. He and I fight about a lot of things. What about you? Do you like your father?” “I did. He died last week.” I feel the anger welling up within me again. There seems to be a red haze that covers over my vision. Suddenly, Reuben doesn’t seem so fun to be around. He starts morphing into an obstacle to me getting back to the island. “How did he die?” he asks. He has an odd tone to his voice as he asks, as if he already knows the answer. “He was murdered. Along with my mom.” Reuben does a good job of looking compassionate. I almost believe him, and he is almost comforting. “How horrible. Is that why you want to go back?” “What’s that?” I say, pointing. Standing there, on the side of the road, looking at the both of us was a young kid that I recognized from pictures, and from passing him in the barracks. “Hi, my name is Walt. I don’t speak any Spanish, but you guys look American. Can you guys help me?” Edited by DarthHaggis, Feb 26 2009, 07:12 PM.
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| slick14805 | Feb 26 2009, 07:35 PM Post #15 |
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Nathan Rom Day 39- Entry 1 "Don't Be Sorry" Nathan couldn't be happier to leave the island, but at the same time he wondered if his brother was alive. He wanted to hear the story again, but this time in more detail. "Ana can I speak to you alone?" "Umm yeah sure." The two went to where Shannon and Nathan had previously talked. "So my brother found out we were leaving the island and he was going to kill everyone on this boat?" "Yes. He was going to kill my daughter, but Horace saved her by throwing him overboard." Nathan stared at the cold ocean. A little bit of water splashed on his face and he felt the cold water instantly. Ana grabbed his hand firmly. "I'm sorry Nathan. He was going to kill us all." "Don't be sorry. He deserved it." Nathan walked away from Ana. He knew she was staring at him, but he was so angry he didn't care. He never would have thought that his brother would stoop that low. He went inside the ship and proceeded on to the bathroom. He closed the door . He began to wash his face and hopefully the anger away. He heard a knock at the door. "Nathan? Are you okay?" It was Kate. He opened the door for her. She went inside and saw his soaked face. She then hugged him. "It's not your fault! Your brother obviously would rather die then leave this island." "Why though? Why would he choose the island over me? Over us?!" "I guess he was extremely loyal to this place. Too loyal." "You guys gotta see this!! Hurry!" Donald had interrupted their conversation and quickly went back upstairs. They could hear everyone cheering and clapping. "Let's go see what all the fuss is about." The two held hands as they climbed the stairs to the top. The two were completely speechless. There were two large boats side by side. One was called "The Kahana" and the other they couldn't exactly make out its name. "We're rescued! The other ship is a military ship! The army has come to look for us!" After closer observation there was no noise coming from any of the ships. They seemed like Ghost Ships. "I don't think anybody is on board any of these ships." "Let's find out for ourselves." Jason smiled and ordered Horace to get the boat as close as they could to the Kahana's ladder. "Fine with me." Nathan nodded his head. |
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