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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Oct 27, 2008 18:00:01 GMT -5
God was her head about to kill her.
She brought a shaky hand up, and her eyes snapped open, their pale blue hue staring directly up above her. Nothing but open blue sky greeted her, slightly obscured by the tops of trees and other foilage that surrounded her. As she pulled her hand away from her face, a bit of blood was on her fingers - no wonder that particular part of her head was burning, as she had probably cut herself.
But wait.
She was dead.
Did dead people bleed?
Charlotte jerked upright quickly, very disoriented and confused. Everything was spinning, and she felt like she was on some type of drugs or something, but she knew she had drowned. She was dead. As in, shouldn't-be-bleeding-or-dizzy-or-in-sodding-pain- DEAD.
Apparently, that wasn't the case.
She stumbled slightly, but managed to get to her feet. She was standing in a clearing of jungle, and as she looked around, there was something eeirly familiar about the jungle.
Could it be?
Charlotte turned in circles, a slight smile forming on her lips.
She was back. She was truely, honestly, back on the Island she had been wanting to return to since they had left.
She let out a laugh, and probably would have appeared a bit crazy to anyone who woudl have stumbled upon her at that moment. But she didn't care.
She was home.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Nov 2, 2008 15:28:23 GMT -5
It had been on long ass day, and at this point Sawyer wasn’t sure who was more annoying, the whining baby... or Aaron. Luckily he had convinced Shannon to suck it up long enough to watch the kid so he could go round them up some food.
Tossing another mango down to the ground, Sawyer leaned back and took a deep breath. It was still strange being back here, and would be until he got an explanation which he didn’t see forthcoming, but even the confusion could not outweigh the other unusual things he was feeling, mainly a sense of belonging, even peace. He hadn’t wanted to return to Los Angeles, and had only done so because he hadn’t been given a choice. Maybe he had only lived on the Island for a few short months, but in that time he had felt something he couldn’t remember feeling since he was a child.
This Island was his home; it was where he belonged.
It would be different now without all the rest of them, without her, but he would make do. After all, surviving was what he did best.
Dropping down from the branch where he’d been sitting, Sawyer was gathering up the mangoes into a backpack when he hear a strange noise. The jungle was full of them, of course, but this one was out of place even here.
Laughter.
Leaving the knapsack behind and keeping low to the ground, he crept in the direction of the sound, his heart beating a little faster. Damn, he wished he had a gun right now.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Nov 2, 2008 18:45:08 GMT -5
Charlotte did a complete 380 turn, looking at her surroundings with a smile. She could have danced and sang, but she wasn't going to do that. First, she needed to get to the beach and see what supplies those idiot survivors had left over before even attempting to make it back to the Barracks. From there she'd track down the stations to find where she was born.
However, she paused in her actions when she heard the bushes rumbling. She had to be the only one here, right? She reached for her gun that was usually tucked in her waistband, only just remembering that she didn't have one. She hesitated - she knew how to kick ass, with or without a gun, so if whatever this was posed a threat, it shouldn't present a problem.
Her eyes widened when she finally spotted who it was.
"You. Wait - you're supposed to be dead. What the hell are you doing here?"
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Nov 5, 2008 19:53:49 GMT -5
Instantly recognising the vibrant red hair and the clipped British accent, Sawyer straightened up, a look of surprise on his face. What the hell was going on here? First there was Shannon, who had died back here, and now Charlotte who, as far as he knew, was supposed to be alive and well back in Los Angeles.
“I could ask you tha same question, sweetheart,” he drawled, though his tone was somewhat lacking in its usual sarcasm.
What did she mean he was supposed to be dead? This really was hell, wasn’t it? It had to be.
“If I’m dead, then so are you.”
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Nov 6, 2008 6:56:50 GMT -5
Charlotte blinked at him for a moment.
"I am dead - I mean I was - and you're supposed to be...and we're back here...and sodding fricken hell if I know!" She said irratibly.
"I died, I know that much. I drowned down at the docks, and I know you died, because all the cops and crap back in Los Angeles reported that you had killed the baby and then killed yourself or something to that nature..."
"....But how we died, and then ended up here, alive, I have no idea. It's just not bloody physically possible, but I'm glad I got sent here. I can finish the business I originally came here to do."
She had picked up a stick off the ground and was now breaking it into little pieces, almost obsessively. She glanced at Sawyer for a moment, then threw the little pieces of the stick into the ferns a few feet away.
"Well? Taking me back to your camp or are you going to let me stand here like an idiot all day?"
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Nov 17, 2008 12:57:41 GMT -5
Sawyer’s brows furrowed deeply as he listened to Charlotte’s explanation, until she got to the part about his death.
“They what?” he asked, incredulously. “They said I killed Aaron?”
He couldn’t believe this. He was far from an innocent man, and yes there was blood on his hands, but he would never kill a child. The very thought of it outraged him. Why would they say something like that?
He... he remembered babysitting. He had been taking care of Aaron, yes. He had been watching the kid and then... Dammit, why can’t I remember anythin’? Though I guess it don’t matter; it all leads ta me bein’ dead.
Forcing himself to focus back on Charlotte, he was surprised to see her accept it so easily, though it was oddly comforting to hear her say she was glad to be back. Sawyer himself wasn’t sure if he felt the same way yet, it was far too confusing to be glad of much, but he had never wanted to leave in the first place. He could think of worse places to be stuck.
“You seem ta be doin’ a good job of that yerself, whether you’re just standin’ around or not,” Sawyer shot back with a dimpled grin before gesturing for her to follow him back the way he’d came. “Come on. Gotta pick up lunch on tha way.”
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Nov 19, 2008 20:24:59 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah. Dan was freaking out about the news which is what woke me up, and they had it all over the news. We were right down the hall too." Charlotte told him with a shrug.
"So what the hell did happen?" She asked after a moment, folding her arms over her chest.
Charlotte glared at him for a moment. "I'm not an idiot - I thought we settled that after our last meeting." She stated and began to follow him. "Oh, and I need you to tell me how to get to that place you call the Barracks. Where the old DI used to live." She continued, pushing branches out of her face.
[meh, sorry it's short]
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Nov 25, 2008 21:34:34 GMT -5
What the hell did happen? Well if that wasn’t the million dollar question. Somehow he was dead back in L.A., yet perfectly alive here. How was that even possible? Hearing the sounds of the jungle, smelling the clean air... he certainly felt alive. Hell, this was the most alive he’d felt since leaving this place.
“I... don’t remember,” he admitted in an uncommon moment of honesty. “I was watchin’ tha kid and then... I just woke up here. Tha pipsqueak is here too. But that ain’t tha strangest part. Apparently death don’t matter now matter where or when it happened.”
Seeing Shannon alive again still boggled his mind. She had been shot, she had died and she’d been buried, all right here on this island. Yet here she was, alive, claiming to have spent the past few months in Los Angeles. None of it made a lick of sense.
“Now why ya wanna go back there?” Sawyer asked, choosing to let the idiot comment go. Reaching the area he’d been searching for food, he crouched down and stuffed the last few fallen mangoes in the knapsack before throwing it over his shoulder. “If people are gonna keep poppin’ up around here, maybe we should stick around.”
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Nov 26, 2008 12:55:15 GMT -5
"Yeah, you're not the only one that doesn't remember." Charlotte mumbled, folding her arms over her chest as she walked in step with Sawyer, listening. "All I remember is someone pushing me into the water, and then pulling me down until I couldn't breath anymore - and I died." SHe said, squinting her eyes slightly as she tried harder to remember if she had seen the person's face.
"But obviously we were brought back here for a reason. You, me, that baby - anyone else?" Charlotte asked, glancing up at him. Her head already hurt because she was getting confused with the entire ordeal.
God what the hell was Daniel going to think when he saw her on the news when they found her body, floating in the bay? He had flipped out with his flashes and she had brought him out of it - could one of those kill him if she wasn't there? Her stomach twisted into a tight knot - he didn't deserve to be dragged back here.
She stopped, watching him stuff the mangoes into his backpack. She picked one of them up, weighing it in her hands before handing it to him to put in the backpack too. "You wouldn't understand even if I told you, James." Charlotte said quietly.
"And I never said you had to come - hell, it'd be easier if I went by myself. You can stay and see if anymore dead people fall from the sky."
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Nov 28, 2008 14:13:15 GMT -5
Frowning as he listened to Charlotte’s story, Sawyer tried to fit all the pieces together in his head. It was obvious that there was much more to this than just hell, but exactly what it was he couldn’t quite grasp. First himself and Aaron, then Shannon, and now Charlotte, all of whom had been on this island at one point, and all of whom had apparently died in Los Angeles only to awaken here. The big piece of the puzzle, how it was all possible, was still missing. Like if he was truly here in body as well as spirit, then how could they have found his body back in L.A.?
“One more that I know about. Shannon. Ya missed out on tha pleasure’a meetin’ her, since she died right here on this island long before ya showed up,” he explained, or tried to. Maybe he and Shannon had never gotten along, but if the poor kid had died not once, but twice... even Sawyer felt bad for her.
“Easier by yerself?” he scoffed. “Ya wanna go wonderin’ around in tha jungle alone, unarmed, with tha boars, tha monsters and who knows what else, then be my guest.”
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Nov 28, 2008 15:55:55 GMT -5
"Yes, well, it seems we'll finally get to meet." Charlotte stated curtly, not at all happy about the matter. Just one more survivor to call her a bitch, liar, or whatever else they probably still called her. "But if she already died.....how can she die again and end up alive back here....or...." Charlotte trailed of and threw her hands in the air. "It's impossible to figure this out - it's too confusing, even for me." She muttered, huffing.
"And yes, it's plenty easier by myself because I can move faster on my own if you tell me which way the general direction to the Barracks is." She repeated her request from earlier - though she doubted he tell her, so Charlotte was probably going to be forced to find it on her own. Unfortunatley for her, she had taken all the maps she and Daniel had made with her back on the Freighter when they had left.
"And honestly? I don't think that smoke monster will attack me if I run into it."
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Nov 29, 2008 21:56:21 GMT -5
When Charlotte tried to voice pretty much exactly what Sawyer was thinking, the southern man shook his head. What the hell was death supposed to mean any more? You die here, you end up back in civilisation. You die there? Free ticket right back to paradise. It didn’t make a lick of sense.
“I wouldn’t go worryin’ that pretty little head’a yers about it. I doubt we’ll be gettin’ us any answers any time soon,” he drawled, starting back toward the beach. Didn’t sound like she’d be accompanying him, though. She seemed dead set on getting to the Barracks, and if she wasn’t careful, dead was exactly what she’d be.
That is, if she wasn’t already. If she were to die again today, already, would that put her right back in L.A.? Confusing as all get out.
“That so? And what makes ya so sure’a that? Think tha monster has a thing for red heads?”
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Nov 30, 2008 13:20:45 GMT -5
You might not be getting any answers, but I'm determined to get them... She said mentally, tapping her fingers against her arm she as tried to think. Did this whole thing have to do with the magical properties the Island supposedly had? Charlotte really had no idea, but she would try to figure it out.
As they headed back for the beach, she began to make a list inside her head of what she would need to bring with her. Hopefully her tent was still standing from what little time she had spent on the Island, or she could sneak some things from other tents or something.
She snorted at Sawyer's next words. "No, James, I don't think that monster has a thing for redheads. I'm almost positive it won't hurt me because I was born on this Island. I belong here, and as far as I know, it's only meant to guard against people who don't belong here. Like you and your friends."
Then again, she could be totally wrong and it would somehow toss her off a nearby cliff or something.
But she was willing to take that chance.
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