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Post by *Tinkerbell* on Aug 15, 2005 8:51:57 GMT -5
The scene on the beach was chaos.
Total hellish chaos.
Bodies lay strewn everywhere. The plane's mid-section had landed on the beach. One wing crushed into the dunes, the other raised up above the stunned crash survivors.
People were everywhere. Screaming. Sobbing.
One of the plane's engine was still working, spinning at an alarming speed and creating a strong wind that blew sand over the forgotten luggage and other belongings.
Jack Sheppard tried to take in the scene before him. It was like one of his awful nightmares about patients he had been unable to save. Their lifeless faces revisiting him when he slept. Only this was one nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
It can't be happening. But it was.
Gathering himself, Jack ran to help the other survivors.
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themoth
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Fate Was Found. But They Were... LOST
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Post by themoth on Sept 3, 2005 13:59:49 GMT -5
There was something rough against his face.
Sand.
It was sand.
Why sand?
Charlie lifted his head from where it rested, just below a large cushion. It looked like one of the first class seats, but why...
His vision cleared a bit, and he was able to look around. He had not yet noticed the screaming of the propeller, and the marked voices shouting orders, pleas, anything to call attention to each and every person within his line of sight.
Charlie did not call out, however. He was still disoriented, and could not quite rememeber what had happened. The hints of the place and time he now found himself in were still not coming together in his mind, and everything felt fuzzy.
He stared out at the scene, his face still very close to the sand.
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Post by keketra on Sept 30, 2005 11:35:13 GMT -5
she stared at the scene before her, aghast. She didn't know how this had happened. All she remembered was fear, then... nothing. Her memory returned as she had gotten up and started moving towards the plane.
Seeing people crying on the floor, Kate felt sick. The plane had crashed, most likely killing hundreds of people. She bit her lip, taking a deep breath. There would be time enough to think later. Right now people needed help.
So Kate shook her thoughts off and made her way over to where one survivor, a tall, dark haired serious - and quite good looking - man was helping people. She began to pull some of the passengers away from the plane.
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Post by rastallp on Oct 5, 2005 7:38:45 GMT -5
I am a pilot flying over the island......looking @ the scene below....
i can feel a magnetic pull on my plane pulling me towards the beach....
oh my god, i cant control the plane any more....
a sequence of numbers begin to play over and over in the thingypit....
4,8,15,16,23,42 ...... over and over
out of the port window i can see kate's left tit petruding through her top....it must be the suction from the engine....
i must stop staring @ kates left tit.....i have suddenly realised that i am carrying 45 kilo's of heroin inside little tiny nuns in the back of the plane.....i have to get off quick...
without a thought i pull the ejector seat and am flung from the plane.....i slowly descend onto the beach and watch the plane carry on over the island and crash into a tree....
looks like i am heading straight for one of the survivors and as i get closer i can see kates tit once again....looks like a good place to land
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Post by *Tinkerbell* on Oct 8, 2005 12:12:21 GMT -5
The sound of the one remaining engine is almost defeaning.
As Jack nears the wreckage he can see some guy with his leg trapped under a piece of the plane. A pregnant woman on the ground screaming for help. Shocked survivors wandering around aimlessly, dazed and confused.
Making a snap decision, Jack heads for the guy with the trapped leg.
''Help me get this thing off him!'' he yells at a nearby on-looker.
The man regards the doctor for a second and then rushes to help. One isn't enough to move the object, it weighs more than the two men put together.
Turning towards the water Jack spots a man sitting upright a few feet from a wheelchair. The man isn't young, but then he doesn't look that old either. With his bald head he looks like some hard-core army general.
Jack hesitates, unsure whether or not the wheelchair belongs to the man, but then he hauls himself up onto his feet.
''I need help!'' Jack calls out, and the man responds immediately.
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Post by bleedingdarkness on Oct 11, 2005 12:43:38 GMT -5
eyes open.
The sun blazes down. It's hot. Very hot. Could the sun really make it that hot?
Where was he? He sits up. Unsure of himself he looks around and sees people scurrying around like ants. He thought hard.I was on a plane. I was bringing Walt back..........the penny drops.
He pushes himself to his feet and shouts "Walt!"
no answer
He shouts again "WALT!"
He looked around. There were people trapped under wreckage and others just laying on the ground. none of them mattered. Walt was his number 1 priority
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