Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Jan 27, 2009 19:58:41 GMT -5
Something brushed her cheek, an odd sensation washed over her that she couldn't exactly place in the fogging of her mind while her mind tried to wake up. Slowly it was creeping clear, awareness seeping back into her bones and mind but she was left quite speechless as her eyes flickered open, but immediately closed as the bright light of day stung at them, blinding her in a furry of white.
Groaning, Ana squinted, repeatably fluttering her eyes, trying to clear her vision as she focused on the world around her. It took a moment, the view of a blue ocean lapping on the sand in front of her, not a few yards away. It was then that she noticed where she was, and she quickly snapped upright, shifting off her side in the sand and sitting straight up. Blearily she looked around, her head turning in both directions to look around her, looking at the familiar place that had been misplaced. Or had it?
Or maybe sh was dreaming again? Everything just felt wrong at that moment. Everything in her mind felt jumbled, shaken and stirred. Events overlapping, none making sense. She remembered the island, she remembered the plane, and not at the same time, other memories in their place.
Everything felt wrong. Twisted all to hell wrong. Was she dead? Was this the afterlife? Was it some sort of torture? Some sort of punishment for what she did to Jason? The thoughts just ran through her head of a mess, none making sense.
Getting up from where she sat, she slowly go to her feet, numbly letting her feet plant themselves in the sand and she tried to not sway on her feet. She looked around again, this time looking at the trees and back to the ocean as if some answer would suddenly appear. But nothing did.
What the hell was going on? That's all she wanted to know.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jan 27, 2009 20:21:22 GMT -5
"How is it I get stuck with you little one? Eh?" Charlotte asked the blonde little kid carefully balanced in her arms. It wasn't like she was going to leave the kid with blondie - who was currently sunning herself. Heaven forbid she had to actually get up and do something because Aaron was crying. So Charlotte had decided it would be better for the both of them to get away from Shannon, while the others went out in search of the rest who were supposed to be back now.
The little boy simply seemed to be focused on the ocean, so Charlotte feel silent, shifting him in her arms as she walked down the beach, away from the stretch of sand they called 'home'. Really, she should have been long gone by now, heading for the area of the Island where she suspected she was born, but she had stuck around. Why, she was still asking herself.
She happened to glance up and spot the figure in the distance, frowning slightly when she did. Was it one of the people who had just come back to the Island? She approached cautiously, incase it was one of Alpert's people. It was a latina woman, who didn't look happy at all. Charlotte rested a hand on the gun in her waistband pocket - she had dug it out of what was left of the survivor's stuff.
"Who are you?"
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Jan 27, 2009 20:50:31 GMT -5
The sound of a soft gurgle alerted her of another presence before the voice did. Turning on her heel as she broke her gaze with the sea, pausing the train of thoughts as they swirled in her head, Ana looked to where the voice originated. Her arms found themselves crossing over her chest, closing herself off a bit.
It was a woman she noted. A woman with a child wrapped in her arms. She looked almost as defensive as she felt, aware of where her hand rested over her pocket. Vaguely it held the shape of an object that she knew all too well, though she tore her gaze up at her face. "Who the hell are you?" she returned, not about to tell her who she was when she didn't even know who the other woman was, and why she was there.
However so, there was something about her that she couldn't place. She didn't know her, that was a fact, but there was something that irked her. A certain familiarity that Ana couldn't place, yet again she was sure that she hadn't met the woman in front her of before. Or had she? Unable to help it, she found herself frowning slightly in though. "I know you?" the Latina inquired, wishing that she had at least some leverage, she wasn't comfortable with the woman having a gun on her if that was in fact what it was. Not that she thought she would have pulled it out on her, she wasn't armed, and she was holding a child in her arms. A dangerous conbination it was, of gun and child, Ana knew that too well.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jan 27, 2009 21:00:04 GMT -5
"Charlotte." The redhead stated, noticing the woman's eyes were resting on Charlotte's hand, which in turn rested on the gun. She shifted Aaron in her arms again, and took her hand off the gun for a moment to hold the child up. She felt so ackward with the baby, but now wasn't a time to focus on that. Her attention should be focused on woman in front of her.
Then she asked if she knew her. Charlotte gave a small shrug. "I have one of those faces." She muttered. Then again, her hair really made her stand out most of the time.
"Are you one of them? One of the survivors?" She asked after a moment, watching her very carefully now. She seemed to be the type that didn't like to be messed with - oh well, too late for that now.
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Jan 28, 2009 23:25:14 GMT -5
Charlotte. Nope, didn't seem to ring any bells what so ever. It was probably nothing, she figured. It was just another wrench in her jumbled brain. Though of course that raised the question of who exactly was the woman if she didn't know her. And why was she there.
However, as she took her hand away from where she saw the gun, she relaxed a little, but she still kept her attention on where her hand were, even as they were resting on the child. "Ana-Lucia," she finally said, in return giving the woman her name, nodding her head a moment.
"What's going on?" she found herself asking, ignoring the other woman's question. Though partially it was because she didn't know the answer to that question. A memory that seemed like months ago she was on a plane, she remember nearly drowning in the water as she crawled to the sand... and then she remember not getting on the plane, and then landing in Los Angeles. Yet at the same time, how was that possible? "Why am I... here?" she added on, her eyes darting over to trees. The jungle. She remembered the jungle too..
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jan 28, 2009 23:36:05 GMT -5
"Well, Ana-Lucia, if I knew the answer to that question, we'd all be alot better off." Charlotte stated. She had no bloody clue what the hell was going on - she didn't think anybody did. She couldn't answer any of the woman's questions, because she still didn't know the answers to them.
"I'm just about as clueless as you are, actually." She continued, brushing hair out of her face as she glanced sideways toward the jungle, then to the opposite side, to the ocean. "All I know is I drowned in Santa Monica Bay, and now I end up here, on this Island." That I should have never left, Charlotte added mentally to herself. She glanced down the beach.
"I think it would be best if you came with me now - back to camp." Charlotte said after a moment, looking back at Ana-Lucia. "Because if you don't, well, you obviously know I have to shoot you."
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Jan 29, 2009 2:12:16 GMT -5
Great. If the woman... Charlotte was telling the truth, maybe she wasn't going as crazy as she might have been. She had watched her body language and her eyes for an tell-tale signs that she wasn't tell any lies, but she couldn't denote anything other then the truth.
Not only that but woman's story was similar to her own, she woke up here, though she hadn't drowned in the bay before she.. landed here. The Latina had been in her room... tossing clothes around, though she couldn't recall anything after she had gotten off the phone with her mother. Had she died? Again for that matter?
Because if you don't, well, you obviously know I have to shoot you
The mere thought, suddenly brought a small hint of a smirk to her lips as she scoffed, rolling her jaw as she tilted her head, before her features softened."You won't," Ana pointed out flatly. The woman wasn't a killer, or at least that was what she tell. Nor would she kill her when she didn't present a threat and was particularly unarmed at that moment. "However, I'll go with you, if you tell me just what you're doing with Aaron," she then challenged her, nodding towards the infant. Or at least that was what she thought was the child's name. He looked just like the child in her memories, never too far from... Claire, ever.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jan 29, 2009 2:22:53 GMT -5
Charlotte rolled her eyes. Why the hell did nobody ever take her seriously? Right now though, she couldn't blame the woman - she didn't really want to pull a gun with a baby in her arms, but if Charlotte had to, she would.
She wasn't one to trust people easily, but Ana-Lucia didn't seem to be one of pretty-boy's minons, so she stuck with teh story that she was one of the survivors who had died on the Island or something. If and when the others started showing up, they could prove it.
She looked from Aaron, to Ana-Lucia, knowing if she knew the child's name, then at least she was in fact one of the survivors. "I'm keeping him safe at the moment." She muttered, shifting Aaron to her other arm gently, as the kid pulled at the blue blanket he was covered with.
"I'm not about to leave a defensless child in the care of Malibu Barbie down the beach."
Charlotte watched Aaron for a moment, before directing her attention back to Ana-Lucia. "Come on if you're coming - I don't fancy standing in this heat all bloody day if you don't mind." She continued, turning slightly to head back in the general direction of the camp.
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Feb 6, 2009 18:41:15 GMT -5
Malibu Barbie?
Well, that wasn't the name that she'd give Claire. Claire was far from being as such. Sure the blond hair and slightly aloof personality, but still... Definitely not a nickname she'd give the young mother. Nor would she think that she would be a health hazard to Aaron. Which left her rather confused but she didn't open her mouth to question it as she moved to follow the redhead.
Probably wasn't a good thing trusting her so blindly, this she knew. But there was no other option at the present. There was either follow or wander around listlessly until she found someone else to help her. But if she was carrying Aaron, that meant that more people, that were familiar, would follow.
"So who exactly are you?" she found herself asking as she sped up in her step some until she became even in footfalls, and then slowed down to match the other's pace, her hands shoved in her pockets. "One of them?" she asked, not bothering to hide the contempt in her voice as she nodded towards the jungle. Charlotte wasn't one of the plane survivors, she knew that for sure, even if she hadn't looked over the manuscript of the plane. Which left the option that she was with 'Henry'. But at the same time... her attitude. It wasn't like the mindset of Henry. There was nothing hidden in the depths of her mind, or hidden meanings in what she had said... so far.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Feb 6, 2009 20:09:49 GMT -5
Charlotte's feet sank slightly in the sand as she walked, glancing behind her at Ana-Lucia every once in a while. She again shifted Aaron to her other arm - it was getting hotter, it seemed, and head head was beginning to hurt. She couldn't wait to get back to camp to rest in the shade. Hopefully Richard and the others had left to go find anyone that had been wandering the jungle.
"If one of them, you mean Benjamin Linus's people - I'm not." Charlotte stated, frowning slightly as she glanced behind her. She brushed hair out of her face, watching Ana-Lucia out of the corner of her eye.
"I came here from a Freighter - parachuted onto the island in a freak thunderstorm." She continued. "I was sent here for research - nothing more."
Well, that wasn't exactly true, but Ana-Lucia didn't know that.
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Feb 6, 2009 20:49:39 GMT -5
"Benjamin Linus?" Ana then repeated, the rolling the name around on her tongue. It didn't sound familiar to her. But maybe that was the real name of the man that they had labeled Henry, she immediately assumed. It would explain a couple of things. Her attitude, how he knew a lot and what he was keeping quiet. "Is... is he short? Dark hair, kind of starting to bald on his forehead. Blue eyes... speaks only in monotone voice?" she queried, trying to recall the bleary details floating in her head of what she knew.
Bringing out one of her hands, she rubbed her temple a moment, as if it would clear but it still felt bleary. Though, her mind caught on the fact she said she was sent here. Sharply she looked at her, her brow crinkled slightly. Not so much of the Freighter as it was with the research. "Research for what?... Dharma?" she said, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Research had been done on the island, Jack had told her after he and Locke had watched something in the Hatch. But if that was the case, would that mean that she was lying because wasn't Dharma were Henr-... No, Ben... Was from?
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Feb 7, 2009 15:17:11 GMT -5
Charlotte nodded when Ana-Lucia described him. "That's him, stupid little bugger." She mumbled hatefully. The sodding man had shot her, which didn't make for an awesome first impression. Besides, he was probably dead now, or at least off the Island so she didn't have to worry about him. Unless he came back too. Then she'd probably end up killing him if one of the survivors didn't get to him first.
She remained silent for a moment, trying to work out a way to phrase her answer. "Research....for the Island. I'm a cultural anthropologist - I study ancient civilizations. This is an old island. Do the math." Charlotte stated, bouncing Aaron slightly as he showed signs of fussiness. Last thing she needed was for him to start wailing - she was trying to thing. It made her curious as to where Ana-Lucia had come to know of Dharma, and obviously knew they did research.
Yeah, she'd been here when Dharma was here, but she'd been like, what? Two? She remembered the jungles, and the school, and flashes of other things, but not much else. But her parents had worked on research for them, but Charlotte never really understood alot of it.
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Feb 11, 2009 17:04:16 GMT -5
Ana wasn't sure how she felt about that revelation, the same man that had tried to strangle her to death was in control of a bunch of people that resided here. He was also the one she failed to kill because she couldn't force herself to pull the trigger. That more then likely meant they were the same people that gathered up everyone on the opposite side of the island, like cattle, and made them flee in fear into the jungle.
However, she merely raised a brow at Charlotte's answer. Her words were picked carefully, and she noted the hesitation in her words. "Right, " she said, though she didn't feel convinced. Something was off, something was rather off with this woman. She didn't know what though.
"You sure... you got him?" Ana then found herself asking, noting towards Aaron. The woman looked awkward holding the small child, just as much as Ana felt awkward being around ones that couldn't stand on their own two feet yet.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Feb 11, 2009 19:26:49 GMT -5
Charlotte knew from the woman's tone, that Ana-Lucia wasn't very trusting of her. But of course, Charlotte couldn't blame her - they'd just met, and Charlotte was carrying a gun anyway, and had threatened to shoot her. The threat still stood if Ana-Lucia turned out to be one of Ben's people, anyway.
She glanced at the Latina when she gestured to Aaron. "Oh, er, I'm fine. I've never really been around tiny children." She muttered truthfully, looking at Aaron. He seemed to be getting more and more fussy the more she walked, so she sighed and childishly resorted to making funny faces at him.
"C'mon now. Don't cry on me, please." She muttered, sticking her tongue out at him. After a moment, he seemed pleased, and quieted down again, his attention drawn elsewhere by a seagull that was flying above.
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Post by Shannon Rutherford on Mar 6, 2009 12:19:03 GMT -5
Barbie's Baaaaaaack.
Shannon rolled over on the towel, with an irritated moan. This wasn't working. Usually this calmed her down, was relaxing, but this was the farthest from relaxed she could possibly be. She kept telling herself this was better than the headache she got from trying to make sense everything, but it didn't help much. She had trusted the redhead who appeared from out of no where and offered to watch the babe. Maybe it had been a mistake. The woman was slightly creepy, but everything was creepy here. Sighing as she rolled over once more, Shannon finally gave up on it and sat up.
Looking out across the beach, her eyes closed as the warm breeze blew across her face, reminding her of everything she had wanted to forget while she was here. Everything that had felt so unfair. Reminded her of Boone..reminded her of Sayid. A light smile found her lips at the thought of him, as her eyes fluttered open. Picking up the towel, Shannon wrapped it around herself, and began walking towards Red and Stinky. she could hear the baby's cries in the disntance and inwardly moaned. Didn't that thing ever shut up? As bad as she was with kids, she knew Sawyer would probably kill her if he got back and found out she had pawned him off to a stranger.
Her bare feet stepped lightly on the hot sand, and she wished she hadn't left all her clothes so far away. The business suit she had been wearing upon her arrival here was in a pile by Claire's tent and right now she was walking around in her underwear and bra below the towel. It was more material than any of her bikini's had ever been, and Sawyer had run off into the jungle, so she wasn't all that concerned about decency, but shoes would be really nice right about now.
As she neared she heard the baby's cries subside, and she actually smiled. Whatever Red was doing was better than what Shannon had tried, she swore all kids lived to make her miserable. As soon as she got close enough to see that another woman was with Red, Shannon stopped dead in her tracks. That face....that...
Shannon's head began to spin, as all the color drained from her face. That was the woman who had killed her. "GET AWAY FROM THEM!" Shannon screeched, running towards the pair. Reaching out for Charlotte she grabbed a handful of the woman's shirt and pulled her backwards. A harsh glare was set on the Latina woman, "come to kill a baby now, too?" The words came out as a hiss, as Shannon looked around for some kind of weapon to ward off the woman who had ended her life what seemed like so long ago.
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