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Post by eko on Jun 17, 2008 4:49:25 GMT -5
Eko wandered through the airport, looking carefully at all the security guards. He remembered the details he'd gotten. It had cost him a lot of money. Three thousand Australian dollars to find the other cancellations of flight 815. He knew the woman would be on the list. Ana Lucia. The woman from his dream. Miss Cortez.
She held answers, he was sure of it. He picked up his bags and slung them over his shoulder, making another circle of the airport, just looking for that familiar dark hair from the dream.
His eyes went over people coming and going. Airports always felt chilly for him since he walked away from flight 815. Why did he not believe the girl, Charlotte? Why did he not just get on that plane? His brother was out there somewhere and Eko knew he would find him. And Miss Ana Lucia Cortez would show him how.
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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 Jun 18, 2008 0:35:24 GMT -5
It was almost time to go, Ana-Lucia noted with a quick glance at the watch attached to her wrist, her short six hour shift for that day coming to a close. As always, nothing truly eventful happened at the airport, usually nothing ever did for that matter, or at least anything on her watch. Though there was the occasional sexist comment from some guy, and the one time a few weeks back when she'd had some female reporter ask her a whole bunch of questions she tried to 'politely' decline answers towards. Other then that, well, it was pretty much smooth sailing. Too much smooth sailing to be healthy.
With a small grunt she lifted one of the carry-on bags off the floor, which felt more like bricks in her option, as she put it down on the conveyor belt as another person made their way through security. At least it wasn't wanding for her today. "Hey Pat," she called out lowly, to the man that stood just a few feet away, immersed in someone's laptop bag on the end. "I'm gonna head out in a bit, man, can you handle it from here till Sway gets his ass back?" she asked, her one brow raised. She probably could stay another hour but she was tempted to get some coffee and run some errands before heading to the bar later. Some relaxation time for her feet was in order. "Next," she then said as she turned to help the next person in the line, a woman with a purse.
"Sure, chica. You in tomorrow?"
"Full shift. Ten to ten," she replied, distaste clinging to her tongue as she shrugged her shoulders, checking the bag after the woman removed all metal objects from inside her purse and then carried on through. However she snorted gently at the next choice of words from her friend.
"Ouch, callin' in the heavy labor."
"You know it," she told him, rolling her eyes as she continually grabbed the next bag to put on the belt, watching it disappear as another person checked inside to make sure everything was good to go before turned once more to the line of people trying to get into the airport. "Next!"
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Post by eko on Jun 18, 2008 2:40:59 GMT -5
There it was, just like he was still in a dream... some people shifted out of the way and she appeared as if by magic. Eko muttered a quick blessing under his breath, did the sign of the cross and walked slowly over to where to woman was processing bags.
She was dressed in a full security outfit, and looked to have her hands full with her job for the moment. He considered waiting in line, but he did not have a flight to board and was afraid that they would not let him through the gates, so instead he approached from the side.
Mr Eko, dressed in plain clothes for travelling, walked up to the woman and flashed a big Nigerian smile at her as he approached, wanting to appear civil and not as though he was cutting in on her turf. "Excuse me" He said to the woman with all politeness, "I would like to speak to you about something quite urgent when you have the time."
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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 Jun 18, 2008 13:10:33 GMT -5
Looking up from one of the bags in her possessing, Ana glanced to the man that had come up to her. Her eyebrows shot up on her forehead, confusion covering her face as he spoke to her. Was he some sort of reporter? That was the first question to pop in her head, but he didn't seem to look the part. Too polite, and his clothing didn't scream anything of the sort really and she had been around a quite few reports, especially in the last few months. However, the keywords, urgent and time seemed to contradict each other, something a reporter wouldn't do, unless they were sneaking in right under her nose.
Looking over to Pat one more, she signaled for his attention. "I gotta...." she nodded in the direction of the man, signallng she had to go. Though, she answered his own confusion on his face with a shrug before she turned, walking over to him. Unconsciously, she crossed her arms over her chest as she sized the guy up a moment, as if answers she had about him would appear. "Can I help you?"
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Post by eko on Jun 18, 2008 17:30:41 GMT -5
Eko was thankful for a moment that she could get away. He'd been waiting a very long time for this and trusted that the words would come to him that needed to be said. "I believe we can help each other" Eko readdressed her when she was free.
"My name is Mister Eko and I have a feeling that we were supposed to have already met" there was nothing that was going to make him unsure of his words. He'd been dreaming the same dream for too long not to trust in communicating his message now. "I believe that we were meant to meet each other on an island."
Eko loosened the load of the bags over his shoulder and put them to his feet for a moment. "But something happened that we are meant to now correct." Eko smiled another one of his smiles. "We are meant to meet again on that island and ensure what was supposed to happen happens."
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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 Jun 19, 2008 0:23:16 GMT -5
Ana had met a lot of strange people in her short time at the airport, more then she had met on her job back when she was on the force, but this man... the man that was really taking the cake. Ana's brows shot up on her forehead as she watched him speak, hoping that she seriously wasn't hearing this. But the ramblings just continued on.
We are meant to meet again on that island and ensure what was supposed to happen happens.
Was he referring to the island that the survivors of Flight 815? Cause she wasn't sure what island he was talking about, or even if was, why was this man talking to her about it? "Listen... Mr. Eko was it? Are you some reporter? Because honestly, this isn't funny," she told him flat out, trying in hopes she defer this man away. But there was also something... something that she couldn't put her finger on about this man, and whatever it was, she wasn't sure that she wanted to know what it was, it sent a weird wave of chills over the back of her neck.
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Post by eko on Jun 19, 2008 0:46:54 GMT -5
"I am not a reporter" Eko confirmed, "This may come as some surprise to you but I saw you in a dream." It seemed to him that the woman didn't believe in miracles, but then it had taken him long enough to do so himself.
"And in that dream, it was clear to me that us not boarding that plane was not what was supposed to happen. We were supposed to go to that island. And fate was supposed to play out the way it intended." His voice remained as calm as ever and he looked her right in the eye. "We must change what happened."
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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 Jun 20, 2008 1:56:39 GMT -5
"I saw you in a dream," Ana repeated his words lowly, under her breath, rolling them over on her tongue before she pursed her lips. Nope, didn't seem stalkerly in the slightest, she thought sarcastically as she looked to him. In all honestly, it seemed like one big large joke was being throw in her face, with this man talking about dreams, and seeing her and the island. But most about the island bit.
It suddenly became clear that he was talking about the flight of eight-fifteen, the plane that she was supposed to board and didn't. But that didn't disturb her with the knowledge that he knew she was supposed to board it, more so was the fact he was rambling about fate, about changing what 'happened'. It was crazy talk if she heard it. "Will all due respect," she tried, in an attempt to be polite, which she naturally really wasn't. But the man in front of her was too polite to well, not try, she thought gritting her back teeth slightly. "I don't have time for games okay and I don'tknow what you're trying to get at, so if you could please get to the point, that'd be great."
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Post by eko on Jun 20, 2008 3:45:06 GMT -5
Mister Eko often came across those that weren't like him, those that did not take things at a leisurely pace. He had once been like that himself, so Eko had become a very forgiving man with the failings of others. But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience Eko thought to himself recalling Romans 8:25, bringing another smile upon his face.
He was to be patient, even when others were not.
"We were both supposed to board flight 815, correct?" He took a breath before continuing, "and from my dream, I think we were supposed to become friends. Not only that but we were supposed to go to that island with the other survivors."
Mister Eko reached out and gripped Ana-Lucia's arm, not too hard but to get across the urgency of his words. "We will have no peace here until we find it there." He stared at her, his eyes full of meaning as if they might tear up at any second, searching to see if she felt the same emptiness as him, since refusing to board that plane and reach his destiny.
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