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Post by Dharma on Sept 20, 2010 1:32:17 GMT -5
The LOST Initiative Action Post It is a beautiful sunny day. The waves sing a gentle song as they roll in and out and a light breeze dances through the palm trees along the fringe of a beach. It is an idyllic scene. The peaceful moment is destroyed as the fuselage of a plane falls from the sky with a whistling scream, landing on the beach with a deafening crash. The plane was Oceanic Flight 815 going from Sydney to L.A. Minutes earlier on board we would have found flight attendants serving drinks and delivering extra blankets to passengers who slept, read, or watched the ocean pass by far below them. They were blissfully unaware of what was about to happen. At first they had felt a little turbulence, nothing unusual. Almost every flight experiences some rough patches. A ding sounded in the cabin and the calm voice of Cindy, the lead flight attendant, spoke through the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently experiencing some turbulence so the captain has turned on the fasten seat belts sign. We ask that you please remain in your seats with your belts fastened until it is turned off again. Thank you." A few moments passed with a few more bumps and jostles. A couple people chattered nervously, but most just expected it to pass. They couldn't have been more wrong. With surprising suddenness the plane began to be tossed about violently. Those unfortunate enough to have not been at their seats at that time were thrown hard against the ceiling and dropped back down to the floor. Panic broke out and in the midst of the confusion, a bone chilling sound of twisting metal could be heard. A split second later, the entire tail section of the plane was torn away. Anyone who was still not in a seat at this point was sucked out of the aircraft. From overhead the oxygen masks were released as the cabin lost pressure. The passengers in the middle section and first class could now feel the plane's spiraling descent. Mere moments after the tail broke off, the front end of the plane did as well. Those left in the fuselage had little time to think about this as they barreled towards earth. Would they sink to the bottom of the ocean to drown? Or would the impact on the water alone kill them? As fate would have it, neither. Instead they landed on a strip of beach on an island. As your character regains consciousness they will find they are either still in the plane or thrown out of it onto the beach. The engine's turbines are still spinning, though somewhat erratically. There is burning debris, injured passengers, as well as dead and dying everywhere. You may choose the extent of your character's injuries.
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Post by Elssa on Sept 23, 2010 9:04:03 GMT -5
Location: Oceanic 815 to Sydney to L.A.
Elssa sat on the aisle seat…it wasn’t something she enjoyed. She rather have had sat next to a window. Her husband told her it was better to sit where you could get in and out easily from. She adored him and Elssa followed whatever he had asked out of her. There were times she would disagree but she couldn’t bare to see him feel bad. There was a kindness in him that she saw and loved most about him. That was one of the things she was drawn to him.
There were times that she would gaze upon him without him knowing. It was something Elssa have had always done ever since they were children. They had basically grown up together and it was faith that they would continue to run in to each other. When finally their eyes caught sight of each other. Elssa loved his prefect green eyes…she was never bothered by his glasses. In fact without his glasses she would tease him telling him that he must be her lover on the side next to her husband. Though in ether way Elssa liked to play different views of her soul mate.
That morning they boarded the flight back to L.A. from Sydney. Elssa always found herself going to places before her Aidan could help her in to. They had this thing that must have bothered other folks on the plane. Aidan would get in to the inner seat then Elssa would sit. So she could be on that aisle but Aidan tended to get up more then Elssa. There was a simple resolution to this and that they should have switched seats. Where Elssa would be in the inner seat…kinda next to the window but not.
There was a reason that these two never brought themselves to the conclusion…nor had followed if was told to. Elssa would have often put her head on his shoulder…where he would play with her long jet black hair. She liked long and warm contact with her husband. When you saw these people…they would have looked like an odd pairing. Elssa was twenty-six years of age and her Aidan was five years more mature then she. In her eyes they were a normal and PREFECT couple and hadn’t minded others in telling her differently.
She often asked Aidan out of his seat to find FOOD…as if not mentioned she was several weeks pregnant. These two you could not miss on the plane…if not one, you heard or saw the other. Elssa had this playful laugh that could be heard through out the plane. Aidan seem more toned down demeanor with a normal look on his face. Where with Elssa you could see the youth and slight immature act but longer you observe her she’s got her self together. It was often mistaken for adolescent as her up bring was handed to her with a silver spoon. Elssa was a rich girl but didn’t exactly boasted that fact…still was clear that she was.
The plane ride started go through some turbulence…course she got scared since Aidan wasn’t by her side for that moment. She would call out to him to return to his seat and never mind with that she was asking for. “Aidan. Aidan!!” The plane jolted upwards slightly then dropped…she really wasn’t enjoying this experience and she started to get scared. More for her husband then they crashing…the rarely likely hood of them falling from the sky was far from her thoughts. It was more of fear of Aidan getting hurt and she not able to help him. Elssa had this selfless affection towards Aidan…he was a very capable man but she couldn’t help her self but worry.
Finally he gets back to her with whatever he was able to bring her. She said, “Aidan. Never mind that! Please just get back in your seat.” Elssa gets out of her seat to let her hubby in and she would feel the floor push up. She gave a small, ‘weeee’ sound and quickly sits back down. Aidan helps her with her seat belt and she would lightly tap his hand and say. “Sweety?! I got it! You get yours on. Aid…” He gets her’s on and she followed with, “Okay, thank you Aidan. Now you!” Just as he grabbed on to the belt strap and buckle. The floor of the aircraft jolted up…a man behind them walking on the aisle. Lifts of the floor and crashes in to the sealing. Aidan nearly done the same thing if he wasn’t holding on to the straps so firmly.
Next they would hear an eerie sound of metal twisting and ripping apart. The over hang respirator air bags would have dropped down over them. “Aidan!! We have to get your belt on!” Elssa would scream to him…and she would try to help him get it on but it seemed it won’t come together. Aidan would have taken the time to get the air bag around Elssa’s mouth. Where about this time the tail section would have had ripped off and fell towards the Earth. Now the cabin pressure was broken and the air is now blowing uncontrollably. Next the front end of the plane would start to rip off from the fuselage. Where THEY were right at the point of the rip…Aidan hadn’t gotten his belt on and with out warning he get pulled out of his seat.
Elssa’s eyes were wide and she screamed! Her thoughts were beyond whatever at the moment and she stared in to the bright blue sky. The seats from aft of hers were gone and she was hanging on to dear life with the seat belt that her loving husband tightened for her. Sometime between she passes out…from the moments between she would have temporarily forgotten. The front end of the aircraft dropped towards the Earth inwards to the land…landing on the jungles canopy. Here she would found herself facing towards the open gap of the plane. Looking down towards the ground from her very high place in the trees. When she came to her face expressed shock that her husband was GONE. Sucked out right in front of her and she was alone with their unborn child growing inside her.
Location: On the cockpit end of flight 815 caught up on a tree.
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Post by mgwtaylor on Sept 23, 2010 22:06:57 GMT -5
The pounding in her head was horrific, so intense it felt as if her head was on the verge of exploding. Actually, her head was just the worst of it; her entire body was throbbing. Lifting an arm she gently probed her fingers around her head, freezing as they felt something wet and sticky in her hair. What the…her thought trailed off as she slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the brightness to see her fingers smeared with blood. Gingerly she moved to sit up testing her left arm and noticed it was covered in cuts and scrapes from her elbow to her knuckles, and the third finger was sporting a diamond that was shimmering in the sunlight. She bends her knees and wiggles her toes, noticing her jeans riddled with holes and cuts; through on she could see a huge gash with a piece of metal sticking out of her thigh. With a shaky hand she tugs on it until it slides out, “Ouch!” Sighing, she gently massages her temples to stave off the pounding that was starting to make her nauseous. Glancing down she spots a rock with a red tint and red droplet in the…sand? Realizing that the roaring in her ears wasn’t going away, which meant it wasn’t related to the pounding, she took a look at her surroundings.
She sees a beach cluttered with debris and turning around she sees people…and half of a plane. ‘I was in a plane crash…why was I on a plane…what…who…It was then that she realized she knew nothing, except for her injuries and the fact that she was a passenger on a plane that crashed on a beach. Oh, and that the ring on her hand meant she was engaged, but to who she had no name, no memory. She didn’t even know her own name.
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Post by Aidan Varnadeaux on Sept 24, 2010 19:14:25 GMT -5
Location: Oceanic 815 to Sydney to L.A.
Aidan boarded the flight bound for Los Angeles with his beautiful and loving wife, Elssa. He took the iner seat and let her have the aisle seat, knowing that she would rathe rhave one of the inner seats but he convinced her it would be quicker for her if she needed to use the bathroom during the flight. While traveling, he didn't usually want or need to use the facilities, thus he didn't eat or drink that much before a flight. Plus, he liked the view out the window and that of his wife when she is in his arms. Sometimes, he would catch her looking at him out of the corner of his eyes, feeling the deep love she has for him, which he shared with her. He could remember the fateful day when they would meet. He was looking outside, as a child. He was just getting over a case of the measles and couldn't wait to go outside again. Something caught his eyes and looking, he would see a girl jogging down the way in front of his parents house. At first sight, he thought she was beautiful. He watched her for a week, wanting to meet her then thinking of a way, he started jogging himself. He would start out a couple minutes before she passed her house, he would jog the opposite way she done and would meet her, then he would jog with her with the remainder. He wore his glasses so he could see her better, but sometimes he would forget and she would tease him. He would laugh at her teasing, silently wishing that he was her husband as well as her lover. His wish came true soon after Once seated, they would get cosy, she would put her head on his shoulder and cuddle into him, as much as the seat would allow. He loved running his fingers through her soft black hair, one of her best features, he thought. He other hand covertly and secretly sought out another place, only known to his loving wife. She asked him frequently in search of food and he would gladly get up and ask a flight attendant for something to eat or drink. About the fourth or fifth trip in as many hours, he joking commented to the flight attendant that he might have a pregnant wife. The attendant smiled at him and congratulated them both, hoping that if she is pregnant that the child would be healthy He was just coming back from another snack run when he felt the first of the turbulence under his feet. He heard her calling to him to return to his seat "Coming" he calmly called out, trying to assure her rising fears that nothing was wrong, and his. He handed her a ham and cheese sandwich as she got up to let him in, grabbing her arm and the arm of the chair to keep him grounded as the plane lurched up, then down "Whoa!" He said more out of surprise then anything. He helped her back into his seat, hearing her protests that she could get her seatbelt but he wanted to make sure she was fastened in. Her safety came before his in his mind, telling her that "You're always welcome, love" just as he fastened her belt and was reaching for his own. The airplane luched again, this time more forcefully "Aaah.. ow" He said as he could feel the belt burning his hand a little as it was nearly ripped from his hands by the plane lurch. He caught a glimpse of one of the other passengers hitting the ceiling of the plane as he was caught of guard by the lurching plane. "This cannot end.." he was about to say well when he was interrupted by metal screeching and the one of the oxygen masks coming down and tapping him on the head. Forgetting his belt, he turned to place Elssa's mask over her face just as she was telling him that he needed to get his belt on "I know, love. I will get..ugh" He grunted as the cabin pressure suddenly changed and the wind buffeted him. His eyes widened fully as he looked down to the floor and beneath his feet, the floor plating started separating and tearing apart "Artemis, hear my plea, let.." He said as he grabbed for his seat belt, and tried to hook his feet under the seat in front of him, but before he could hook the seat, his seat belt or even complete his prayer, he was pulled out of the plane into the blue sky. He thought he could hear his wife scream as the wind whistled passed him, on his terrifying plummet to earth. Elssa, his mind screamed, the last sight he saw before passing out was a leafy canopy of trees below He came too, not knowing where he was and the sensation he was sore all over. He looked at his arms and could see scratches and bruises all over and looking further, his clothes were ripped and shredded and there were some cuts and bruises to his legs as well. He looked around and could see that he was up in a tree, on a large branch, nestled in the natural split of the branch where it made two new branches. leaves were all throughout his hair and he looked up to see several other branches broken as if somebody has crashed through them from a great height. Then it hit him, the plane accident, his wife's scream as the plane went down, the look of pure terror in her eyes as he was sucked out. Uncontrollably, so many emotions came to the surface, mostly sorrow and sadness, soul deep "Elssaaa!!" He cried out, feeling hot burning tears escape his eyes and down his cheeks "noooooo." he moaned, as he felt his heart splitting in two. He sat up, sore as he was, groaning with the effort, luckily the branch he crashed into held his weight. He looked up to the sky above "Artemis, I beseech ye, please let my loving Elssa be still alive.. huh?" A glint of light caught his eye and he looked over. It looked like the front of the plane was perched atop the canopy of trees, nearly right above the spot where he crashed through, with his wife dangling by just her seat belt "El.. Elssa?!" He called out, hoping beyond hope that she is still alive.
Location: Large tree branch, about 20-30 feet off the ground
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Perdido
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Peter Callahan
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Post by Perdido on Sept 25, 2010 2:28:38 GMT -5
Location: Oceanic 815 to Sydney to L.A.
It had been a long flight so far. The plane seemed to lumber through the air like a fat horse who had just gotten into the oat barrel. People kept getting up and down, going to the tiny restrooms or bugging the stewardesses for this or that, basically any reason they could find to move their legs and stretch a little. The cabin was climate controlled, however it still felt muggy in the cramped quarters. At his left, next to the window sat one of his twin girls, Annette. She was vigilantly looking out the window at the endless water below. He glanced down at his watch, the timer read 15:16, it was Andrea's turn to sit by the window. The younger of the two was at the moment fast asleep against her father's arm. Annette probably knew that her time was up, but was determined not to miss a second of her turn by the window. He decided to let it go until Andrea woke up. She wouldn't be happy about that though.
To his right sat his pretty wife, Jennifer. She too was asleep, although not as soundly as his daughter. There were lines of fatigue around her eyes and the tiny muscles twitched occasionally as if she were having a fitful dream. He watched her sleep for a few moments, as a few other Oceanic passengers jostled past on the way to the latrine. A line was forming and tempers were beginning to flare. He was jealous of their sleep. He wanted to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, he thought of his carry-on and the dangerous cargo it held. He was too nervous to sleep but exhausted from the lack of it during this trip.
In the row of seats in front of him sat his twin sons, Jerry and Jake. They'd found another boy on the plane that seemed to be interested in the Marvel Comic role-playing card game they were currently addicted to. He could hear them quietly discussing the particulars of a certain play made by the young man. Jerry interpreted the rule one way and Jake, of course, quite another. The young man sat between the two, his head a pivot on his shoulders, as the twins argued back and forth.
The "Fasten Seat-belts" light came on briefly, but the chime was drowned out by the noisy passengers. He felt a bump of turbulence. He glanced over at his daughters and wife, checking their fasteners... all good. He knew the boys would have theirs on already because that was the rule and they were both very serious about rules. Looking down at his own lap and the unfastened buckle that sat there, he remembered that he had meant to fasten it earlier, but then had gotten side tracked when he was helping the older woman in the row behind them get her tray down.
Another bump, then a jolt. Time seemed to slow down. He felt like he was suddenly inside a bottle being dumped out, reality compressing around him as he went through the bottle's neck. There was a ripping sound above him. He struggled with his seat belt. Why would it not LATCH??? Frantically now he fussed trying to get it to go together as he had watched the bored stewardess do at the beginning of the flight. The chiming sound was now ringing in his ears, a litany, "too late... you shouldn't have waited" it was saying.
"Daddy?" Andrea was awake but disoriented as the plane heaved again in the air. The motion was enough to break the window's spell over Annette and she tore her gaze away and looked at him worriedly. He felt Jennifer clutch at his arm as her eyes snapped open. The boys had dropped a few of their cards but the bumpiness of the aircraft was such that they hesitated to reach down for them.
Then with a rending screech, the plane ripped itself apart. His ears popped with the sudden change of pressure and fierce wind ripped at him. He held tightly, so tightly to the ends of his still unfastened seat belt that he could not reach out to protect the five people he loved the most. Everyone was screaming, including himself he realized. His stomach seemed to go up into his throat as the section of plane began to plummet toward the earth. He struggled to remain conscious, still struggling with the stupid seat belt.
The pressure increased as he suddenly, finally slipped through the bottleneck of an impossible reality. He looked into the eyes of each of his beloved family members. They looked back at him imploringly, each screaming an unheard plea for him to save them.
Then everything went black.
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Peter Callahan opened his eyes to find himself in a pile of broken seats and aircraft aluminum, somehow mixed with melted wires and lots and lots and lots of sand.
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Location: On the beach near the winged section of crashed flight 815.
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Post by avaroy on Sept 30, 2010 11:04:54 GMT -5
Location: The Beach
The first thing she was aware of was a loud ringing in her ears. Somewhere amidst the ringing she began to hear muffled voices, as if she had her head under a pillow and people were talking in another room. Finally she opened her eyes, blinking at the bright sunlight. she saw in front of her... palm trees? She struggled to remember where she was. The last thing she remembered was... an airplane.
Sitting up she rolled over and looked behind her to see the wreckage of the fuselage and a sinking feeling swallowed her stomach. It all came rushing back now. The oxygen masks had dropped, she had managed to put hers on before passing out. As she stared in shock at the pile of debris that was once Flight 815, she thought she was glad to not remember more of it. Pulling herself off the ground, she stood on wobbly legs, pausing to steady herself. Next she carefully checked herself over and was surprised (pleasantly so) to find that she had no more than a few minor cuts.
She picked her way through the debris somewhat dumbly, having a hard time believing all she saw. As she neared the fuselage, Ava peered inside. A shudder ran through her body involuntarily. There were obviously a lot of dead in there, but there seemed to be living in the planes wreckage as well.
She called out hesitantly, "Hello? Does anyone need help in there?"
Location: The Beach
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Perdido
Survivors
Peter Callahan
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Post by Perdido on Oct 2, 2010 1:20:12 GMT -5
Location: On the beach near the winged section of crashed flight 815.
Peter lifted his head out of the sand and began to cough and spit. His mouth had been full of it and he wasn't having that much luck getting it out. The bright contrast of the sand and blue, blue sky stung his eyes. His right leg had a dull throbbing sensation. He twisted around as much as he could and looked down. His pant-leg had been ripped off at the thigh and there was a horrible red abrasion down the thigh to his calf where a tight mass of wiring was constricting the flow of blood to his foot.
His arms seemed to be leaden and he was sore everywhere. It felt as if his teeth and hair and eyelashes were even sore. He struggled against his seat that had fallen on top of him. Finally he was able to get one arm free from the wreckage and push away the rest of the melted wiring that held him like a straitjacket. He reached for his injured leg and tried desperately to free himself of the wire. Instinctively he reached for his belt where he would normally keep his Leatherman multi-tool. He clenched his teeth in frustration. Security had made him put it into his baggage because it was considered a "weapon". Angrily he pulled at the wires until they reluctantly came apart and allowed the blood to flow again.
He looked around him in a kind of bewildered daze for a few moments, trying to focus his eyes in the bright tropical sun. There were clouds of very noxious smoke wafting in the breeze. He heard the whining of a battered airplane engine in its final stages of life. The sound was horrifying, but not as much as the devastated cries of the survivors around him.
From somewhere in the back of his mind came the thought, "You're in shock." Maybe it was from that first aid class he had attended with his twin sons for cub scouts. He shook his head and blinked his eyes a few times struggling to make some sense what the heck was going on.
Suddenly there was a creaking sound. The section of wing directly overhead was starting to sway in the ocean breeze! It looked as if it might tear loose and fall on him. The last cobwebs in his head cleared away with a rush of adrenaline as now he realized his danger. There were a few bodies lying next to him in the sand. One, a woman was alive but was broken up pretty badly. He forced his sore muscles to respond and reached toward her to help. Just then there was a bigger gust of wind and the wing moved even more. Peter knew it could not last much longer. He rose shakily to his feet, grabbed the woman under her arms and began to drag her from harm's way.
["Hello? Does anyone need help in there?"]
"H-hey! Yes! Help! Help me with this woman!" Peter cried to the woman. She turned around quickly and then rushed to help him. Working together they got the woman's body out from under the shadow of the wing. With the very next gust it finally crashed over onto the sand with a loud crash. From a crack in the fatigued aluminum a liquid began to pour out.
"Oh no! Quick! That's fuel! It's gonna..." Peter didn't even finish his sentence. Both he and the woman who was helping recognized their danger. It was likely that they couldn't get far enough away if it blew. Other survivors began to shamble away from the inevitable bomb. Seconds later the wing exploded in a fantastic burst of flame. The heat was intense as those in the area dove for the sand. Screams of pain filled the air from those who had gotten caught within the blast's heat wave.
Peter looked back at the wing section of the fuselage. "Noo.." he whispered. He dumbly sat the woman down on the sand and began to move back toward the plane. "JENNIFER???" he cried hoarsely Frantically now he looked for his wife and children. Over and over he screamed their names. Fear and desperation threatened to choke the life from him and his heart was skipping beats in the effort to keep up. Madly he churned his way through the burning wreckage desperate to find his family members, trying to remember exactly where on the plane they'd been sitting. His mind was full of fog. "Think!" he growled in frustration.
Finally, his search faltered and he shrank to his knees. There in front of him were the seats his family had been assigned to. There in those seats were the bodies of his beloved wife Jennifer, his sons Jake and Jerry, and his beautiful daughters Andrea and Annette. They were lifeless and charred from the explosion. Desperately Peter began to tear at their seat belts. One by one he pulled their bodies from the wreckage and laid them on the beach, struggling with tears streaming down his cheeks to find any sign of life. There were none.
Heart wrenching sobs shook his entire body as the devastation of flight 815 from Sydney to LA sank in to a man who'd just lost his entire family somewhere in the middle of the ocean.
Location: On the beach near the wreckage of Oceanic 815.
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Post by Elssa on Oct 4, 2010 8:30:11 GMT -5
Location: Cockpit to flight 815 on the jungle canopy.
She breathes heavy…her blue eyes wide and her hands holding tightly to the seat. Just behind her was nothing, just open air and about 15 meters down to the ground. Elssa was in shock and the sound of the jungle slowly came to her. It was unreal that first they were in first class and now in a derelict piece of an aircraft. “Hel…lo…” Her voice crackled as she directed it in to the aircraft. “Hello? Can anyone help?” Her worry wasn’t for herself or for their unborn child but her husband. “Aidan.” Elssa said but wasn’t calling out to him…more of stating out his name.
She heard movement further in side towards the cockpit. Her mind lit up thinking it could be anything or it might be the pilots still alive. She wasn’t sure to call out or try to get her self out of her own seat. She soften her breathing and slowly looked around. The seat that she was bounded on was attached to a small part of the plane. So any movement could cause her to fall but staying there wasn’t a good plan either. Elssa voiced out again, “Hello? Pilots? Can you please help me?” Her voice was soft and not loud enough to carry any where beyond out side of the plane.
About a meter away there was a tree python creeping towards her direction. She wouldn’t notice it till it was too late and on top of her. Finally letting go of the arms of the chair she slowly unbelted herself out…but for some reason it would not let her go. Elssa then had felt something warm on her shoulder and neck and she screamed. Thinking it was a dead human body part…were then realized it was moving. Her heavy breathing returned and she slowly cocked her head to her left. To find a light green and long…as well a fat… snake! “Oh my god!” She exclaimed. “Aidan!!!!!” Thinking to ones terrified self, ‘I promise Artemis ’I shall not mock my Aidan’s mystical goddess again. If you please get this thing off me!’ She pondered in a sarcastic but serious way.
“Oh my god… get it off me!” She said in a slightly louder tone but lighter then the scream she made moments ago. The Green Tree Python remained around her shoulder to left arm. It didn’t look as if it was going to move on any time soon…it looked to be trying to get as much warmth from Elssa’s body. “Mmmmm…” She groaned and followed with, “Look her Art e miss…get your ugly kid off me before I chuck it out of the plane window.” As Elssa referred to the open gap behind her. For all she know her husband is dead and there were ghost in the cockpit where the pilots should have already answered to her.
Elssa tried to look for anything that she could use as a blunt bat or smacking stick…thing. “Oy! My arm isn’t a rest stop. Nor I am gonna be dinner for you.” She found a piece of airplane…small enough she can hold with one hand but big enough to hit the snake with. She took a deep breath and started to go at it and at the same time trying not to hit her left arm in the process. Did she mentioned she was closing her eyes the entire time. After beating the shite out of the arm and leg less reptile she open her eyes to see it appeared to be dead. “Ew…god. Nasty!” She sighed to soon and the head of the python turned about towards her face. Without a thought she raised her left arm followed by her right arm throwing and pushing ‘Artemis’ down to the jungle floor! She said to her self, “That’s what I really think of you…”
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Post by Aidan Varnadeaux on Oct 4, 2010 9:39:06 GMT -5
Location: A tree in the middle of the jungle, large tree branch about 10 meters off the ground
As he sat there a minute, listening to the sounds of the jungle, the only sound he was concerned about is his wife. He wanted to hear her beautiful voice to make sure she was alive after the horrendous plane crash
He craned his neck, grunting a little in the effort so he could hear better, thinking that she called to someone, or even himself, for help. He sighed in relief, thankful she is alive "Thank you, Great Mother, I am in.." He cuts off, hearing her scream "Elssa!" He wanted to run to her, to save her from whatever that made her scream, but he was in a tree
Scrambling to his feet, he would quickly walk along the length of the branch to the tree trunk. He nearly slipped once and feel to the ground, but he took a minute to calm himself and re-gain his balance. "Nice and slow, Aidan. Remember your training" he muttered to himself. "It won't do any good to kill yourself. Your wife needs you." He heard his wife scream out to him, heating the fear and terror in her voice "I'm coming, my dear Elssa. Please remain calm." He called up to her, trying to stamp down his own fear.
Reaching the trunk, he looked around for any foot-holds. He didn't see many so he resumed he would have to shimmy up. Not wasting any time, he started his ascent. About a meter up, he heard her call out to "Get it off me" Get what off her, he wondered, continuing to climb
Another meter up, he thought he heard her call to Artemis and say something about getting her kid off her. What could be upsetting her so? A snake? He thought that would be the only thing that would be up this high, or a bird.
He glanced up and seen a sturdy branch above him, and beyond that he seen Else hanging by.. what he didn't know and she was beating herself with a piece of plane, or rather she was beating what looked to be a tree snake that perched on her shoulder.. He called out to her again "Elssa, I'm coming, love" He reached out to the branch and as he grabbed it and pulled himself up.
He then felt something fall down and hit his shoulder and back "bloody hell?" He muttered the curse then looked down to see the tree snake disappear through the tree branches down to the ground below. He liked snakes but he didn't like them falling down on him.
By this time he was about 2 meters below his wife and and a sturdy branch about half a meter below her. He smiled in relief. Elssa, I'm so relieved your still alive. I couldn't bare to lose you." With that, he reached up and grabbed the branch just below her, pulling himself up, ducking a little so he doesn't hit his head on the plane cockpit. He wanted to hug and kiss her but he couldn't see what was holding her in place, so instead he got under her, placing his shoulder into her so if she fell, she would fall on his shoulder. He made sure he had his balance then started searching for a way to get her loose, while asking "Are you hurt anywhere?"
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Perdido
Survivors
Peter Callahan
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Post by Perdido on Oct 5, 2010 2:04:52 GMT -5
Location: On the beach near the wreckage of Oceanic 815.
Peter Calahan would never remember how long he sat there on the beach sobbing into his hands. His wife and children were dead, beyond dead, their bodies were broken and burned. He thought that if his heart had not already burst, it soon would. Finally, the screams and pleas for help from the chaos around the broken airplane worked their way through to him. He wiped his hands on his shirt and his face on his sleeves. He then squinted in the bright light and tried to take in the scene around him.
There was fire and some sparks lapping lazily at the remains of the winged section of the plane. Around the beach from the treeline to the tide-line and beyond, he could see the debris of the wreck. Most of which was made up of twisted aluminum, plastic and the silly things people thought they so desperately needed to take with them onto the plane. That thought made him sit up in terror. It was gone! His carry-on and its dangerous cargo... gone! A sudden frantic feeling came over him just then. He leapt to his feet, eyes darting here and there searching for the black leather bag that contained the reason he'd really been on this flight in the first place.
"Hey mister!"
Peter jerked around to see the owner of the voice. It was the same woman who'd helped him earlier. She was working with other survivors as best she could by herself and it was obvious she needed help. He glanced once more to the corpses of his family and then turned his red-rimmed, tear filled eyes back.
"Help them..." he seemed to hear his wife say.
"Um, ya, what d-do you need? How can I help? By the way, my... my name's Peter." he said shakily to the woman. [OOC: Ava] She was tall and had long, wavy blonde hair. She seemed to have weathered the crash well and was much calmer than he himself. He sniffeled loudly and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Time to go to work, he would care for his dead family later, after those still living were taken care of.
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Post by avaroy on Oct 16, 2010 23:38:24 GMT -5
Location: The Beach
A man called to her for help and instinct kicked in. She ran over and helped him free the woman from the wreckage. But just after they did the fuel caught fire and set off a massive explosion that sent her sprawling face first into the sand. Picking herself up gingerly, she winced as she felt a sharp pain shoot through her wrist. She moved it gently to and fro before deciding it was probably nothing more than a sprain and if that were the worst she suffered then she was doing well. Ava stood up on shakey feet and looked around at the aftermath of the explosion. The man she had helped now sat on his knees on the sand, sobbing as he stared at the charred remains of a portion of the fuselage. She could only assume he must have had a loved one in there. A person's natural reaction to this was to let them grieve but one glance around told her there were so many more hurt and dying that they couldn't afford to waste precious minutes now. The time for grieving would be later. Ava understood the process all to well. For a brief moment an image flashed into her mind, but she shook it off just as quickly. Clinching her fists and biting her lip she told herself, "Not now. Not here." And then she jumped back into action, "Hey mister!" she called to the man. He turned to face her and responded, "Um, ya, what d-do you need? How can I help? By the way, my... my name's Peter."
She flashed a somewhat grim and out of place smile given the circumstances but it was one of reassurance, "Ava. Nice to meet you Peter. We've got to see if anyone else in there needs help." She pointed at the fuselage. The engine was still spinning wildly and it was hard telling how long it would go on like that or if it might explode as well. She took a deep breath before climbing back into the fuselage. The air smelled of acrid smoke and it was difficult to see. Picking her way along the seats she checked the pulse of the people she came across until she found a faint pulse. It was a man, in his late twenties maybe, he was bleeding heavily from a head wound but he was definitely alive. She unstrapped his belt and looked at Peter, "Can you give me a hand? She maneuvered him out of his seat and looped her arms under his and nodded to the man's feet, indicating that Peter should get the other end.
Others joined them in the work of freeing more survivors from the fuselage, until as the afternoon faded into dusk, they finally seemed to have left no one in the plane but the dead. As the adrenaline finally wore off she dropped onto the sand near the shoreline and stared numbly out over the ocean. She was covered in blood, most of which was not her own, but she could hardly bring herself to care at the moment. She looked back at the beach line and observed the other survivors, scurrying here and there, looking for loved ones, bags, and who knows what else. Others were laying around wounded or dazed. Some cried, some seemed just as numb as she did. Her eyes rested on Peter. She moved over and sat down next to him on a piece of debris. For moment she just sat there until she finally broke the silence, "Who did you lose?"
Location: The Beach
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Perdido
Survivors
Peter Callahan
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Post by Perdido on Oct 18, 2010 2:12:09 GMT -5
Location: On the beach near the wreckage of Oceanic 815.
He knew he needed to act. Several years of leading his sons' Scout troop should have prepared him for an occasion such as this. The boys would not have been impressed with their father's delay, lack of action, and inability to clear his mind. Thankfully someone reached into his black abyss and began to pull him from utter despair.
["Can you give me a hand?"]
He forced himself to look back again toward the destroyed fuselage of the crashed airplane. He steeled himself for what he would see again within and simply nodded at the woman. Ava was it? He was afraid that if he tried to speak it would only come out as a sob.
Together they worked at freeing the younger man and several others. They seemed to sort them in a grim triage. They spoke little, only the essentials that teamwork demanded of them in their gruesome work. There was so much blood and stench. Peter struggled courageously to hold his tears in. He gave himself over to helping those they found who were still in the realm of the living.
There was some difficultly in extracting people from the plane. Many times Peter instinctively reached for his Leatherman only to be reminded that air travel restrictions had caused that he could not wear it on the plane. It lay somewhere on the beach or perhaps in the jungle, or even worse, it may be sinking slowly into the depths of the sea. He had placed it in a locked plastic case in his luggage. He hoped he could find it. As they worked, his mind was already beginning to think about survival as his grief and shock wore off and the realization of their situation sank in. He had to use some wire in an attempt to saw through a large plastic tray that had gotten wedged into one woman's abdomen, trapping her tightly into her seat. With Ava's help they were able to get her out.
Later that afternoon as the sun was beginning to set in what normally would be a spectacular sunset he found himself sitting in the sand, sipping slowly at a precious bottle of mineral water someone had salvaged from the wreckage. He was numb, his thoughts scattered. He was annoyed again with his inaction, there was so much to do, but he could not muster the fortitude to move from his spot.
[... She moved over and sat down next to him on a piece of debris. For moment she just sat there until she finally broke the silence, "Who did you lose?"]
The words hit Peter like a hammer. The semi-stupor in which he had been sitting fled quickly as the blow landed on his consciousness. He turned to look at the woman who'd asked him the question as if really seeing her for the first time. He could see concern in her eyes and something else... almost as if her reaching out was a way to break from her own downward spiral.
He glanced up the beach several yards to where the dead had been gathered. There lay his family. Fresh tears stung his eyes and a few deep sobs shook his body. Finally he sniffed and looked Ava in the eyes.
"All of them," he managed. "They are up there with... with the rest of the..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. He turned his head again toward the sea, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
"My wife, Jennifer, she... she was so happy to get away. We ah... well, we, I mean, I needed this trip. She was so surprised when she saw the tickets I had stuck up on the fridge. We haven't been anywhere since our honeymoon. The kids were really excited too. They... they told all their friends and got on the computer and started making plans." Peter wiped at his tears and smiled just a little.
"The boys, Jake and Jerry, they are twins you know..." he said by way of habit. "Well they helped me set up the itinerary. They had filled our schedule so full... we, ah, we really had to hustle to see everything. If I can find the cameras, I'm sure there are some pictures..." Somehow he felt silly saying that now. Inwardly he hoped desperately that he would be able to find his carry-on.
"My daughters," his voice cracked anew. Peter cried silently for several moments. Oh how he missed them already. He could smell their hair and hear their laughter. His heart felt constricted, as if each beat were a conscious effort and his tenuous hold on sanity a second-by-second battle. "A-ndrea and... and Annette. My daughters," he continued when he was able. "They uh, twins too. Ya, I know... They didn't even argue very much the whole trip. That's... that's really amazing, you know, if you could know them and be around them, I'm sure you'd..." he trailed off.
"They are gone now." He took another small sip of water and offered Ava the bottle. "Tomorrow some of the um, some of the other people, they think we should move the bodies somewhere until the rescue team comes." He looked up and down the beach. How long had it been since the crash? Surely they would be rescued soon. Their flight plan was known and planes had, like, GPS and satellite and stuff on them. Yes, they would be rescued soon.
Peter looked back at Ava and realized that he must have been muttering those last comments. He looked around the beach taking in the aftermath of the crash. He saw other crash survivors gathering things from the wreckage... clothing and such in preparation for the coming night. Suddenly, the thought struck him that they may have to spend the night on the beach. He looked back at Ava sitting next to him.
"We are going to need something to burn. All the smoke from the wreck should attract the rescue team until it gets dark, but then we'll need light. We'll have to build up some fires. Let's get some help."
He arose to his feet and reached his hand to Ava to help her up. He was tired and very sore, he imagined she felt the same, but four hands were better than two. He struggled to remember anything in the Boy Scout Handbook on what kind of tropical plants could be burned. He turned and headed for the treeline.
Location: Treeline of the beach, looking for burnable material.
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Post by jenna on Oct 23, 2010 21:41:58 GMT -5
Location: The Beach
She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. It seemed like a movie, like it wasn't real. But the pain in her head and legs and arms and, well, everywhere told her that it was real. She tried again to go through what she remembered from the plane, where she was sitting, what she could see out the window, what sounds and motions showed their aircraft was in trouble. But it was all a blur and then blackness. She didn't remember the crash, but there was part of a plane burning on a beach in front of her. She had recovered to find herself laying in the sand and she stumbled about, trying to get her bearings. She was horrified by what she saw, and she shrank away from the fuselage, not sure what to do. She felt ashamed for getting sick over other people's wounds and for not trying to help someone. Now she was trying to convince herself to try to do something, but she really just wanted someone to help her. Why hadn't anyone come to save them? Why had she ever listened to her dad? For once he had good advice, but she never would have ended up here if she hadn't gone to Australia. She started to think of the possibility of being stranded in the middle of nowhere with no one she knew, and she looked away as her eyes filled with tears. Through the blur in her vision she saw movement in the sand and realized a woman was laying there and just waking up from the crash. The woman felt her head and then did something to her leg. This one person finally gave her the courage to approach someone. She shakily stood to her feet, feeling every pain as she finally moved, and went to the woman. "Are you ok?"
Location: The Beach
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Post by mgwtaylor on Nov 3, 2010 21:55:49 GMT -5
Location: The Beach
She sat there on the sandy beach watching as some of the people rushed anxiously about searching for their lost loved ones that had been on the plane with them before the crash, while other survivors tried to help the injured. Questions and thoughts were running rapid through her head. She glanced down at her left hand and silently wondered if she had been alone on the plane, if any of the people wandering the beach were looking for her, or if one of the bodies lying around belonged to someone she should know. Still not sure of anything involving herself she was lost in a daze as a voice slowly penetrated her thoughts. Blinking, she looked around her blue eyes wide as she searched for whoever the voice belonged to.
Trying to stand, only resulted in her falling back down jarring her entire body and making it hurt even worse. She had a passing thought that this person must not know her, cause they didn‘t call her by name, whatever it happened to be, and as trivial as it might would seem she really wished that was one fact she did know. “I guess so…I mean I think so…” From her spot on in the sand she looked up at the body belonging to the voice, stretching out a hand “Think you can help keep me steady? Going to try standing again.”
Location: The Beach
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Perdido
Survivors
Peter Callahan
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Post by Perdido on Nov 9, 2010 0:41:05 GMT -5
Location: Just inside the treeline near the beach.
As Peter approached the treeline he noticed a set of tracks in a portion of the sand that seemed to be smoother than the rest. It was dry sand and must have been blown here by the wind, but the tracks were distinct and only headed one direction... into the jungle. "Strange," he thought to himself, "we've been here for several hours already... whoever it was that went in here should have come back by now..."
He continued toward the trees, searching the sand for the tell-tale sign of blood. Peter was a little frightened of what he might find. Perhaps some man or woman passenger from the demolished wreckage had wandered off to answer nature's call and had gotten lost. Worse yet, he imagined, they were injured and they died somewhere in the shade.
He pushed his way through several yards of dense jungle foiage. He thought he could sense an opening ahead so he lowered his head and pressed onward. The jungle was thick here and he quickly realized that everything had thorns, spines, or itchy, sticky sap. Within moments his arms were covered with dozens of annoying bloody scratches.
It was then that he heard a grunting noise ahead as of someone struggling. Peter pushed the last several feet quickly toward the sound. Suddenly he was falling foward, he had run into something solid with his shins (which really hurt) and had tripped. The hungry jungle thorns ripped at his clothing and exposed flesh as he fell, finally landing in a pile several feet away from his obstacle. He shook himself off and turned back to see what he'd run into.
There lying before him was one of the passenger seats from the airplane. Struggling underneath it was the form of a rather scrawny teen-ager. Peter clambored over toward the seat and began to help lift it off of the trapped youth. He pushed and lifted and finally managed to get it onto its side.
The youth sputtered, coughed and spit out about a shovel-full of the sandy soil. Peter recognized at that moment that he'd not helped a teen, but a nerdy-looking man. He had bright red, bristly hair and beard, that was styled straight out of 1973. His black-framed glasses were askew and he was obviously agitated insofar as speech escaped him. He literally shook with what Peter assumed was rage. The man had pasty white skin that appeared not to have seen the sun any time in the last century. There were ugly bruises forming all over the places Peter could observe. He was bleeding from several long cuts, most likely received from the same nasty plants that had cut Peter up as well, earlier on. The man was breathing heavily from exertion.
"Are you hurt?" Peter asked as he began to unfasten the bearded one from the broken seat.
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