Post by Jack Shephard on Dec 8, 2008 13:21:24 GMT -5
"You know, I uh...I know I can't stay anything right now, because...because it's not the same."
Jack felt himself clear his throat slightly. Gone was the ocean backdrop, gone were the trees and the wildlife. What were bird calls and jungle-sounds were instantly replaced by honking horns and crying babies. Serenity Park was full of people, most people were the gawkers, looking at the Oceanic Survivors as if they were fascinating exhibits in a zoo; pointing and whispering. Of course, the LAPD had made sure that they were enough back as to not interrupt the memorial service. However, Jack knew the real memorial service was going to be taking place at his parents house. Away from the public eye. Where all of them could talk without having to lie. The only people that had been allowed up at the public memorial/press conference were the reporters, and they flocked to the group of Oceanic Survivors like flies to honey.
Jack glanced to the side and then back at the group of people. Off in the distance, he could see the KTLA news van. He focused his attention on the group in front of him. "I, uh...you know, I used to think that you could throw a problem at me and I'd be able to give you an answer. But...but I don't have an answer right now. I don't think I'll ever have an answer. I don't know why this happened, but...but I'm sorry it did."
Jack looked down slightly and then back up. Of course, this was the press side. This is what the press and the people wanted to see; the Oceanic Survivors mourning over one of their own. He spoke a little louder for effect. "James Ford was a good man. I'm sure I don't have to remind you about how he kept everyone sane on the Island." Jack knew that if Sawyer were alive, he would have been laughing. But it was PR, Jack thought silently. Keep him as good in the eyes of the people so they don't become suspicious. Every single one of them had created a lie when they had stepped off the boat. "And contrary to what the press has been saying about him...we knew better. I believe that my nephew, Aaron Littleton, was in the best hands possible, and we are looking into other leads as to how and why James and Aaron were murdered in the violent way that they were. I've also put in 50,000 dollars of my own money towards a reward for the capture of the person or persons responsible for ending their lives. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a private memorial service to attend to."
As police surrounded the Oceanic Survivors, a waiting police van was parked by the entrance to Serenity Park to take them all away to the Shephard Home. As they all were shuffled into the van, Jack looked at the small group of people. "The others are already at the house." The others meaning those that the Oceanic Survivors had not met on the Island. He looked out the window at the mass of people and reporters. "I can't believe we're attracting this much attention. People are savage for any sort of information about us."
Jack felt himself clear his throat slightly. Gone was the ocean backdrop, gone were the trees and the wildlife. What were bird calls and jungle-sounds were instantly replaced by honking horns and crying babies. Serenity Park was full of people, most people were the gawkers, looking at the Oceanic Survivors as if they were fascinating exhibits in a zoo; pointing and whispering. Of course, the LAPD had made sure that they were enough back as to not interrupt the memorial service. However, Jack knew the real memorial service was going to be taking place at his parents house. Away from the public eye. Where all of them could talk without having to lie. The only people that had been allowed up at the public memorial/press conference were the reporters, and they flocked to the group of Oceanic Survivors like flies to honey.
Jack glanced to the side and then back at the group of people. Off in the distance, he could see the KTLA news van. He focused his attention on the group in front of him. "I, uh...you know, I used to think that you could throw a problem at me and I'd be able to give you an answer. But...but I don't have an answer right now. I don't think I'll ever have an answer. I don't know why this happened, but...but I'm sorry it did."
Jack looked down slightly and then back up. Of course, this was the press side. This is what the press and the people wanted to see; the Oceanic Survivors mourning over one of their own. He spoke a little louder for effect. "James Ford was a good man. I'm sure I don't have to remind you about how he kept everyone sane on the Island." Jack knew that if Sawyer were alive, he would have been laughing. But it was PR, Jack thought silently. Keep him as good in the eyes of the people so they don't become suspicious. Every single one of them had created a lie when they had stepped off the boat. "And contrary to what the press has been saying about him...we knew better. I believe that my nephew, Aaron Littleton, was in the best hands possible, and we are looking into other leads as to how and why James and Aaron were murdered in the violent way that they were. I've also put in 50,000 dollars of my own money towards a reward for the capture of the person or persons responsible for ending their lives. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a private memorial service to attend to."
As police surrounded the Oceanic Survivors, a waiting police van was parked by the entrance to Serenity Park to take them all away to the Shephard Home. As they all were shuffled into the van, Jack looked at the small group of people. "The others are already at the house." The others meaning those that the Oceanic Survivors had not met on the Island. He looked out the window at the mass of people and reporters. "I can't believe we're attracting this much attention. People are savage for any sort of information about us."