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[09 Sep 2005|07:59pm]

When: Late night
Where: At the shore
Who: Sawyer, whoever wants to join him.

Sawyer stalked down the beach, knowing he had just screwed up any chances of a semi-friendship with Sayid. Hell, not even a friendship, just civility. He shrugged to his thoughts---who needed friends? He didn't need no one.

He dropped his bag and planted himself in the sand. He pulled out another cigarette and inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke out slowly. The need for the smoke had suddenly filled his veins. He glanced over to Sayid and noticed that he had resumed his prayer thing. Sawyer just shook his head and looked back to the water. He then glanced around---everyone seemed busy with their own activities. He felt that feeling come over his eyes....one of the women he had screwed over claimed it was pain.... He grunted and looked back to the water.
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[07 Sep 2005|08:39pm]

[ mood | scared ]

((sorry its soooo long but hey its something))

Who: Shannon, Monster and whoever wants to come to the rescue
Where: Jungle
When: Afternoon

Shannon had taken to wandering the jungle alone. She didn’t tell anyone where she was headed for they would obviously try to stop her. It was a dark and dangerous place – that was clear enough. Hidden holes, surprise cliffs, tricky paths – all well hidden by thick bushes and overgrowth. She had heard rumours about the crazy French chick installing booby traps and explosives all over the jungle. Not to mention the monster – whatever it was. It was a small bit of comfort that the urges happened in the middle of the day rather than at night.

She had wandered far into the wild. The tall heavy set trees blocked sunlight and the jungle seemed even more menacing. Every sound echoed all around her. Every snap of twigs and dried leaves crunched beneath her feet made her jump in surprise – as did every whisper of the wind. She was frightened, more so than she had ever been in her life. She was never one to endanger herself but there she was. She had felt an odd pull towards the jungle. It wasn’t curiosity as to what lay beyond the line of trees she saw from the jungle, or the path she took every morning to the caves. It was unexplainable and it scared and confused her. It was almost as if a voice from either her head or within the jungle, was telling her to go in and explore whatever was in the jungle.

“Fuck it, I’m going psycho,” she muttered to herself.

Then she heard it, the frightening shrill and mechanical sound. She stopped suddenly, gripping a tree branch tightly. Her breath quickened to hard pants and fear began to take over her. She looked around, trying to figure out where the sound had come from so she could run the other way.It screeched again and the ground shook beneath her. She screamed as trees crashed down all around her. It seemed to be getting closer. She tried to run, but her legs seemed to be paralyzed and she couldn’t budge. Not even her arms seemed to work and she still clung to the branch as if it was life support. Shannon merely stood there, panting heavily, looking around in fear.

Another loud noise from the monster and a loud scream tore through Shannon’s throat. She managed to drop down to the ground, her knees against her chest and her head buried between them. Her arms covered her ears in attempt to block out the noise. All Shannon could think of was a recollection of her childhood with Boone and cold thoughts that she would never see him again. She was going to die – trapped, cold and alone – her greatest fears.
Then the monster seemed to move away. Minutes passed until the screeching seemed far away and distant and the shaking of the earth were mere tremors. She got up, glancing around anxiously. But finally there was nothing - strangely enough everything seemed to be as it was before the monster made an appearance. She began to walk in the general direction from which she came but she didn't notice the treestump on the ground. Her foot got caught and she tripped over. Her arm broke her fall but as soon as it did, she heard the bones crack and an overwhelming pain shot through her, causing her to scream again. Darkness filled her world and she passed out immediately, slumped over on the ground.

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Abby All Alone [04 Sep 2005|02:06pm]

Where: Jungle... somewhere...
When: Roundabout Midnight
Who: Abby and anyone who dares travel into the jungle... Mawhaha

Abby screamed into the night. Her voice bounced off the trees, not surviving for ten feet before it dissipated into the overwhelming heat of the jungle. She was curled on the ground, clutching her swollen ankle. Blood was smeared across her hands and on the rocks, like paint. Despite the heat, she shivered, recalling her fall not five minutes ago. Her jaw was tightly locked, and Abby drew breath through clenched teeth.

She cursed and mustered the strength to scream again, but Abby knew it was useless. When she'd entered the jungle, there had still been a blueish light in the sky. It was enough light to make out something very black, moving through the trees. As always, curiosity had won over safety...

Now, it was pitch black; it was a moonless night. Abby shivered again. Curse that Dr. Jack. He had warned her, and he had been right. Curse him.

Abby closed eyes, positive that she was surrounded by the smokey snakes she had followed. They would swallow her. They would kill her somehow. She was losing herself in terrified panic. She would die there. No one would find her. She would starve or bleed to death.

Abby opened her mouth to scream...

...but she couldn't make a sound.
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Call to prayer. [02 Sep 2005|03:19pm]

[ mood | calm ]

When: Late night.
Where: Down the beach.
Who: Sayid, anyone else.

Sayid left Evie and Ridley amused, but quickly refocused. As he got away from the light of campfires, he pulled the shirt Ridley had given him over his head. It was long in the torso, a little tight in the shoulders, and the deep green, he thought, was an unusual color, but it served its purpose.

He walked maybe a hundred fifty meters down the beach, past the furthest tent. He could no longer hear Evie’s chatter or the crackling of fires. There was only the never ending pounding of the waves, a dull and rhythmic sound in the back of his skull. The moon was only a faint sliver and, within the next few nights, it would disappear entirely before reemerging in the reverse. He had noticed it slimming in the past week and that he had paid it any attention at all was perhaps indicative of his recent state of mind. And it had been a long time since he had put in the effort.

He found a place where the sand had been blown smooth, where the ground was not so littered with debris, and swung his gray rucksack around so that he could reach in and pull out a water bottle. He sat, pushing up his sleeves above his elbows, and rinsed his arms and feet with the water, pausing to wipe his head with a damp hand. Then he stood, sleeves falling back to his wrists, and began reciting under his breath the words he’d heard over and over since he was young, for once not having to rapidly translate in his head as he bowed, straightened, knelt, and bowed, falling back into old rhythms.

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OOC MOD POST! [25 Aug 2005|11:41pm]

[ mood | happy ]

Good news folks. I am back and have regular posting access once again. So I say we get this game up and running again. I have a feeling that things will get back in the swing once the DVD comes out and the new season starts. Any questions don't hesitate to ask me.

I am going to start a new post for Claire and Charlie when I get a chance. Most likely it will be tomorrow. I'll talk to you all again very soon.

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[08 Aug 2005|06:02pm]

Where: Evie's Tent
When: Late at Night
Who: Evie and Ridley, and anyone who feels like joining

Evie was dripping wet. She was leading Ridley by the hand back to her tent. It was hard to believe that she had only really spoken to him earlier that day. They were becoming so close so fast, she was a little afraid things were moving to fast, but she really liked Ridley.

"You're waiting out here while I change!" Evie said with a smirk as she kissed Ridley and then slipped into her tent.
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OOC MOD POST [03 Aug 2005|07:47pm]

[ mood | pissed off ]

I regret to inform you that for now my computer is dead. I will have limited posting access. I hope you all can forgive me.

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[02 Aug 2005|03:08pm]


Where: The Beach
When: Afternoon
Who: Boone & Anyone

The temperature was profoundly different. The caves retaining a cooler temperature than the jungle. Ironic being they both resided in somewhat shade. He and Locke had been coming back empty handed lately --- some people were starting to get worried.  Locke handled with ease.  "The boar are migrating.  We just need to hunt a little further, no problems."  What a good liar he was.  Boone; said nothing. 

Retreating towards the beach it was around time he meet up with Locke. The sun was high in the sky, pushing morning into afternoon. If someone had told him, 6 months ago, that he'd be in the jungle hunting boar, or uncovering a mysterious impenetrable hatch; he'd think they were crazy. Yet, low and behold; here he was doing just that. And actually finding it rather enjoyable. It gave him a purpose; a meaning for being there; helping the other survivors. The strong hero complex that was embedded into his DNA. As much as it was a gift, it was a curse. Behind the strong-willed demeanor came defiance. As much as he tries to help, his rescue attempts often fail; but he has yet to give up on his step-sister's repeated cry for help. Despite the faults he acquires it never stopped him from helping, doing everything in his power to give it his all. That was one of the many differences clashed with his sister. Her harsh attitude towards the other survivors tagged her with the "spoiled little rich girl" label she choose to flaunt. She just didn't know how to behave either way. Boone did just fine without the attention.

A knife latched itself around a hook adorning Boone's jeans. Locke had given it to him. Sort of a "promotion" he called it. He was moving up rather quickly in the "Survival of the Fittest 101." It felt like to him, more of a show of trust he'd acquired from the hunter. Adjusting it by his side he exited the jungle, pursuing the coastline.

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we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence [29 Jul 2005|06:21pm]

Where: Beach, Not far from the camps
When: Early Afternoon
Characters Involved: Abby and whoever wants to wake Abby up

So... she'd fallen asleep in the sand: face to the sun, shielding her eyes with her arm. Had Abby not already been browned by the sun, her little nap would have earned a nasty burn. Her golden hair circled her head like a sort of halo. The smile on her lips was like that of one staring at something with subtle, hidden beauty: a painting, perhaps; a seashell.

Abby's dream was like something out of a They Might Be Giants music video. Lots of shadows; dark, but pleasant. Silly. Fun. There was the presence of something with her in the dream. A man, perhaps. They were laughing together.

Hm. Curious.

As is the case with most dreams, sections of time tend to disappear. So, in a blur, they went from laughing together, to kissing. Very pure kisses. Quiet kisses. Lonely kisses. And then, sad kisses.

The dream faded, as the imagined pressure against her lips moved to something very real poking her arm. The sun glowed red inside her eyelids, but Abby did not open them. She groaned and rolled over. "Five... more... minutes..."
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Let's go rafting! [28 Jul 2005|06:10pm]

Where: On the beach, a little ways away from camp
When: Mid-Day
Characters Involved: Sawyer, Michael, Jin

Sawyer was at his secret spot in the jungle. He pulled back the tarp that had been caked with mud and leaves---the perfect camoflauge to hide his hoard. He and Michael had talked for some time the day before. Michael had asked him for help with a certain project and promised said project would provide everything they were looking for. The only thing Sawyer was looking for was a way out--and it seemed he would not get that relief.

Sawyer gathered the things Michael asked for: twine, rope, pieces of wreckage, and other little odds and ends like pens and notepads.

Sawyer scooped up the items and walked up the beach where he saw Michael talking with Mr. Miyagi, er, Jin. "Hey, Mike, you wanna tell me what this is all about?!"
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Please please please wake up and stay alive. [27 Jul 2005|04:36pm]

Where: The small, crashed plane in the forest.
When: midday
Characters Involved: Kate, Jack, Charlie, Claire.


Kate quietly crept on her toes, picking up the small statues and her bag became more and more full. She waited to see what Jack was going to do. She had no idea how to handle anything like this. She figured she would just have to try and roll with the punches.
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Alright, look alive people ... we're going to play again. [26 Jul 2005|04:44pm]

When: Afternoon
Where: Beach
Who: Sayid and all of the rest of you who aren't doing anything.

It was hard to tell when everything in the still had boiled down. Sayid tried to keep the heat very low to keep most of the water from evaporating out with the alcohol. He kept checking under the lids of the buckets - probably a counter-productive measure, but he wanted assurace that everything was working.

When the bubbling of the boil slowed almost to a stop, he took off the lids to examine the contents of the buckets. The liquid in the collection bucket was clear and looked like water, only thinner and with a distinct alcoholic smell that mingled a little with a metalic scent. He swirled it around and then handed the the bucket by the cool handle to the person standing beside him.

"I think that it worked."
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OOC MOD POST (I promise this is the last) [24 Jul 2005|07:13pm]

[ mood | determined ]

Okay, we now have all the characters I think we need at the moment taken. Walt and Boone would be nice and I really would like Sun to join up but anyway, I think we can get our a couple of sub plots up and running. I think if it is possible I would like to get the sub plot with Claire, Charlie, Kate, and Jack back off the ground. Also I need to get Saywer, Micheal, and Jin to get that raft launched, If one of you could start a thread with that it would be very much appreciated. Also I am not sure where our Shannon went to but I need her to come back soon so we can continue with these sub plots. Any way if anyone you all could put up comments to signify you read this and understand that we need to take action to get these plots going again that would be nice.

Kate could set up a new thread where we can start off where Charlie, you, and Jack left off that would be greatly appreciated. I will join in once it's up. My schedule is keeping me blocked mentally and if someone can start it up it will help a lot. Also I'll talk to Claire about getting in on the finding of our little junkie and making things a little more interesting.

Sawyer, Micheal, or Jin one of you, preferrably Micheal, get a post up about the raft. It needs to be done soon. I'm also going to make the French woman an NPC so I can start another sub plot with her that I want to do around the time that the raft is launched.

Sayid if you would like to be part of any of these sub plots with the absence of our dear Shannon go ahead and let me know.

Other than that I think I'm done for now. Thanks all.


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[[OoC]] [23 Jul 2005|11:31am]

[ mood | tired ]

[[Alas, it is the sad time for me to post my first away message thingy. We're moving an hour away from my current residence. Closing on our new house is Tuesday or Wednesday, and we're going to start moving in after that. That means I'm not going to have access to the internet for an unknown amount of time. I'll try to get my mom or stepdad to hook up the computer as soon as humanly possible, but who knows how long it will take before I get internet acess again. Plus, I'll be starting school August 3. I hope I'll be back soon!]]

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[22 Jul 2005|02:28am]

Could somebody please help me pimp this community? I'll get on my hands and knees and beg if I must. I'll give you a cookie too!

Just copy and past this. Without the stars, obviously:

We still need someone to play Jack, Sawyer, Boone and Walt!! Click the banner for more details!!

<*a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=surviving_815" target="_blank">
<*img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/thin_izzy/LOSTBANNER.jpg"></a>
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[[OOC: I'm going away again!]] [20 Jul 2005|09:53pm]

[[Sorry, but life has caught up with me once more. I'm going home tomorrow to do wedding dress shopping with a friend and then tomorrow night I'm going to see Lion King (the broadway musical) in Chicago. Saturday I'll be at a Ren-Faire in Wisconsin. I should return here sometime saturday night, and I will be leaving again sometime next week to fly to Seattle for my best friends wedding I won't be back until sometime Aug, 7th!

I will do my best to check in]]
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Is there a doctor in the house? [20 Jul 2005|10:40am]

[ mood | worried ]

Who: Sayid, Kate, anyone who wants to try to help.
Where: Cavetowne.
When: Afternoon.

Sayid set Kate down on a flat slab of rock, propping her up against the cave wall so that her heart could remain higher than the hand with the lizard bite. He looked frantically around the cave, searching for anyone who might be able to help, find Jack, find anyone who knew how to slow the venom, because he dared not leave Kate to slip into unconciousness.

"Someone, help her ..." He looked back at Kate, rested his hands on her cheeks so he could hold her slitted eyes open. "Stay awake," he said. "Tell me another story. Or we will talk. A conversation." He hoped he could keep her aware until help came.

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[16 Jul 2005|09:28pm]

Come on people!! We need to promote before we can get this thing up of the ground! chop chop! :)

EDIT: I pimped it quite a bit, so make sure that before you post the banner or any other kind of promotion, that it hasn't been done already in that community. Don't even ask for a list of communities I posted in. That would take forever!
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Wasting Away Again [14 Jul 2005|07:11pm]


Where: Beach

When: Evening

Characters Involved: Just Ridley, and then whoever wants to save him from beating his head with a rock in utter boredom.


"Ridley Gray Valentine, what sort of mess have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Ridley had ask himself this question seemingly millions of times since the crash. He'd lost count of how many actual times, or how many days they'd been stranded. He'd also lost something else- hope in rescue. No one was coming, and Ridley knew it. The others could believe all they wanted, but Ridley was quite content with playing Johnny Raincloud.

Closing his eyes, Ridley reclined into the sand. He had stopped caring about the little sand beasts that crawled around. They could live in his clothes if they wanted. It was a late evening, the sun orange and the sky purple as the dark of night came over the island. Ridley was planning on falling asleep right here again, like he did every night. No use going farther up on the beach. No one cared about him anyway. He'd met them, sure, they knew his name... but that didn't mean they acknowledged him. Ridley liked being the center of attentioned, liked having girls on his arms. It didn't happen very often, except when the women were drunk. Whatever.

Ridley opened his bright blue eyes and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a dusty and sandy picture holder. The first was of his sister Ellie and her husband. "Ellie May Anderson, you sure are lucky that Sean's mother died, or else you'd be sitting right here in the bloomin' sand with me." Ridley sighed and looked at the next picture, one of his young nephew Adrien. "You'd like it here lil' buddy. During the day, anyway." Ridley put the photographs back into his pocket, clucking his tongue against his teeth. He didn't want to think about how his family could have died if they were on the plain with him, but he didn't want to think how happy but worried they were that they were alive and their brother, brother-in-law, and uncle may have been dead.

Ridley sighed and looked up at the sky, boredom driving him to the brink of insanity. A small shadow floated over him, a human shadow. Great. Maybe someone to talk to.

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OOC MOD POST [12 Jul 2005|10:40pm]

[ mood | I'm spoilphobic. ]

Heads up to all. I will be away away like unreachable from the 16th till further notice. I'm going to be doing what many people are doing, reading The Half Blood Prince. I will be disconnecting myself from the outside world till I finish it so no spoilers will come my way. I hope to see you all after that. It shouldn't take more than a week. I know it will take longer than it took me to read The Order of the Phoenix because of work. I'll try and pop in just on here to see how things are going but till I'm done consider me gone. If you have any questions or concerns in my leave ask our Kate she is now the new co-Mod so she should be able to help you all out. I'll see you all when I'm finished.


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