LOST (pm me if interested in joining)

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I am looking to make an srp somewhat steamier version of the hit television show LOST. PM me if you are interested in joining.

I will write for two characters, both Danielle Rousseau (the 'crazy' French scientist who has been trapped on the island for 16 years and has had her week old baby daughter, Alex taken from her by 'the others')
and
Kate (the girl who had been on the lamb for burning down her step father's house with him in it.)

My character(s):

Kate
Danielle Rousseau



We still need at the very minimum:

Jack: macmillianhttp://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/Jack.jpg

Sawyer: schmoe_128http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/Sawyer.jpg


Sayid: Lostboys http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/sayid-1.jpg

and I would also like:

Charlie:dan_c00000 http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/Charlie.jpg

Claire: Emily 123http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/Claire.jpg

John Locke: Lostboyshttp://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/Locke.jpg

Hurley (Hugo): The Jeffinatorhttp://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/Hurley.jpg

Michael & Walt :NickisSorahttp://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/Mike.jpg

Other characters welcome once these above ones are filled first. Some knowledge of the show and characters would help in this RP

 

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Still looking for the following:

http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/sun.jpg Sun:

http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/Jin.jpg Jin:



http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/BooneShannon-1.jpg
Boone:
Shannon:

 

[emily123]

well i am keen to join in but i know nothing about the series!

 

[slippedhalo]

well i am keen to join in but i know nothing about the series!

OOC: Emily, pm me. I can get you set up with an easy role in Shannon or Claire.

 

[lostboys]

I 's like to join as either John Lock or someone else who is free
don't mind the photo in my profile please I just happen to like skirts

 

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We will begin with Season 1, from the plane crash. Here's a review for those of you who need it:

In season 1, after their airplane crashes in the Pacific, 48 desparate survivors are forced to adapt to life on a deserted island. As they get to know each other, some become friends, others enemies and some stories remain to be told. Each survivor seems to harbor their own secrets and dark pasts and confront their own personal demons on the island.

The main group consists of Jack, the doctor and de facto leader; Kate, the beautiful escaped convict; Hurley, big man with the warm heart; Charlie, has-been rock star dealing with a heroin habit; Sayid, Former Iraqi Republican Guard 'communications' expert; Jin and Sun, a Korean couple with cultural boundaries and a complicated marriage; Sawyer, red-neck loose cannon, conn man, Michael, the artist and his son Walt, who never really knew each other until the crash; Locke, mysteriously healed of his need for a wheel chair and seems to understand some secrets of the island; Spoiled brat Shannon and her more giving step-brother Boone; and Claire, a young and very pregnant woman who struggles bringing her child into life as a castaway. The band of friends, family, enemies and strangers must work together against the cruel weather and harsh terrain if they want to stay alive. But, the island holds many secrets, including the intense howls of the mysterious creatures stalking the jungle, which fill them all with fear. Fortunately, thanks to the calm leadership of quick-thinking Jack and level-headed Kate, they have hope. But even heroes have secrets, as the survivors will come to learn.

Through flashbacks of individual characters, the lives they led prior to the crash informs about how they got to the island as well as who they are as individuals.

 

[The Jeffinator]

In the PM you said I should be Sayid, but I really don't want to play a tormentor. Sayid is just a little to quick to torture someone. I'd want to play Hugo Hurley, though. I like his personality the best. Him or Desman. Although, Desman doesn't become an active cast member until the third season. How is this story gonna go? Id they are still the Others, I wouldn't mind playing Ben . Charlie is kind of cool, but Desman keeps trying to change history by saving him from death, first saving him from lightning and then from drowning. death is coming for Charlie, and he can't cheat death forever. Do you plan to unfold things like the show, or what?

 

[slippedhalo]

Jeffinator, you can play Hurley if you want. We won't add 'Others' until we move the story along more. Then, you can add Desmond or Ben to your characters. Anyone else have pre-story 2nd season character addition requests?

To all: I plan on unfolding things like the show but I plan on letting Charlie and Claire, Sun and Jin, Sawyer/Kate/Jack, Shannon and Boone, Sayid and Rousseau, Hugo and Libby ect. get their groove on much more than the show.

 

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Introduction:

“La Mer” by Charles Trenet (1945). :

La mer
Qu’on voit danser le long des golfes clairs
A des reflets d’argent
La mer
Des reflets changeants
Sous la pluie

La mer
Au ciel d’ete confond
Ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer bergere d’azur
Infinie

Voyez
Pres des etangs
Ces grands roseaux mouilles
Voyez
Ces oiseaux blancs
Et ces maisons rouillees

La mer
Les a berces
Le long des golfes clairs
Et d’une chanson d’amour
La mer
A berce mon coeur pour la vie

Translation from the French (maybe?):
That one seen dancing along the clear gulfs with silver reflections
The Sea
Changing reflections, under the rain
The Sea
With the sky of summer confuses, its white sheep
With the so pure angels, the sea shepherdess of azure infinite
See
Close to the ponds, these large wet reeds
See
These white birds, and these red (ed. note: or, possibly “rusted”) houses
The Sea
Rocks them, along the clear gulfs
And a song of love
The Sea
Soothes my heart for life

 

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Danielle Rousseau

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16 years prior...

It had been so long since she'd seen her...Alex, just a week old, taken by...by THEM. Danielle shook with rage even just thinking about it, her poor baby, abducted by The Others...what reason would they have for taking her baby from her? What could they possibly be planning?

...Sick, sick, all of them, one by one all have been contaminated by this place...Danielle had felt the subtle rise of something evil in every single one of her colleagues and with a heavy heart and much pain in having been foced into this for her own protection...she isn't certain anymore whether she killed them herself or THEY did it...Danielle began to think of herself as a survivor, a soldier. But who was her enemy?

Why did THEY kill them? Why did THEY kill her colleagues with this illness? Why did THEY take her innocent child from it's mother. Danielle ached, emotionally as well as physically. Her breasts leaked and she was once more aware that somewhere her child needed her and she was unable to help her, knowing not where her baby girl was or even if she was alive anymore. THEY wouldn't kill Alex too, would THEY? Would THEY kill her baby girl? Why? Why? Why?

She needed help. Once more, she got to the transmitter, the radio and put out a new distress call...

...Radio Message ...“4,
8,
15,
16,
23,
42 .....


.....4,
8,
15,
16,
23,
42 ..................





....................Si qui que ce soit puisse entendre ceci, ils sont morts, je vais essayer d’aller jusqu’au rocher noir, veuillez nous aider. Veuillez nous aider. Il est dehors, il est dehors et Brandon a pris les clés, Veuillez nous aider, Ils sont morts, ils sont tous morts. Il sont morts, veuillez nous aider… Il est dehors, veuillez nous aider, veuiller nous aider. Si qui que ce soit puisse entendre ceci, Je lui ai dit d’aller jusqu’au rocher noir. Veuillez nous aider, ils sont tous morts, il sont morts, il les a tués, il les a tués tous. Je lui ai dit d’aller jusqu’au rocher noir.“


Translation: “4,
8,
15,
16,
23,
42 .....


.....4,
8,
15,
16,
23,
42 ..................


If anybody can hear this, they are dead, I’ll try to go to the Black Rock, Please help us. Please help us. He (or it) is outside, he’s (it’s) outside, and Brandon took the keys, Please help us. They are dead. They are all dead. They are all dead, help us… He’s (it’s) outside, please help us. PLEASE help us. If anybody can hear this, I ask him (most probably not ‘it’) to go to the Black Rock. Please help us, they are all dead, they are dead. He (it) kill them, he (it) kill them all. I ask him (most probably not ‘it’) to go to the Black Rock.“

 

[dan_c00000]

Charlie

Charlie woke up in a daze the taste of blood in his mouth. He tried to stand but couldn't laying his head back down in the sand...sand? Opening his eyes he saw the wreck still buring "What the bloody hell?" He swore. He tried again struggling to knees.

What he saw horrified him. The plane had broken apart there was flaming wreckage everywhere. The cockpit and tail were no where to be seen. He looked around as he saw people running. Dazed and confused Charlie stood there wondering what had just happened.

Suddenly he realized something. His heroin! Where was it? He frantically started to pat himself down trying to find it. Jacket pocket? No. Shirt? No! Jeans? NO! Fuck where its it! "There it is!" He yelled spotting the plastic baggie as he greedily snatched it up. Smelling it through the bag he sighed in relief.

 

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Kate Austen

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She was on board Flight 815 but not of her own volition. After having spent the past three years as a fugitive the 27 year old, blue eyed brunette had been tracked down and now she was sitting handcuffed beside the marshal who'd made it his life's work to capture her and turn her in to pay for taking the life of a dispicable person, which led to many other crimes in the porocess of Kate's just simply trying to escape and take care of herself, obvious proof that one bad decision can lead very quickly to many others without any ill intentions.
She was quite awake, alert and aware as the plane went down and broke apart. It seemed to be out of a dream, or a bad in-flight movie as it happened, the tail section of the plan separating from the front mid-air, and then the sensation of falling, her stomach feeling as if it were literally in her throat...As the plane broke apart, the marshal was injured. Kate had the presence of mind to realize she couldn't survive this handcuffed to anything and she quickly stole the keys to her handcuffs, but made sure to apply the marshal's oxygen mask before putting on her own. She might have been responsible for several deaths in her young life but there was only one person she'd killed on purpose. Even the marshall had only been doing his job. She wished him no true harm, but had to save herself...

...Oxygen masks, turbulence, extreme pressure, cold, then, screaming, roaring noise, more screaming, the sounds of suffering...Kate awoke with a pounding headache on a beach...a beach? She looked around to see dead and wounded lying sprawled all around her. Someone was standing too close to the still moving propeller and was sucked inside to his death, torn to bits and spat back out the other end. Kate looked on in disbelieving horror. She stands on unsteadly legs, remembering suddenly that she is no longer handcuffed and relieved only for the moment to be free, but free? What is freedom when your plane has crashed on a beach and it appears no one is coming to help?

 

[schmoe_128]

OOC:
Starting with some background on Sawyer, then into the crash....

IC:
Sawyer was a con-man, and a darn good one. He had a knack to know exactly what people need to hear to tell him or give him whatever he wants, money, personal information, whatever. He learned it from the man who took his parents for everything they had when he was a child, and perfected it over the years.

He had been in Australia trying to track the man down to get his revenge on him for destroying his family. He had spent his adult life tracking him down and following him all over the world, finally catching up to him in a small town on the edge of the outback. With that mission accomplished, he decided it was time to head home, wherever that ended up being.

He first saw her in the gate waiting area of the airport. Her simple beauty caught his eye as she sat with her travel companion. It was obvious to him that they were not lovers, and that they actually weren’t friends either. He wondered to himself why they were traveling together, and why she constantly sat with her hands together in her lap with a coat draped over them. That was until the man shifted in his chair and Sawyer caught the light reflecting off his badge. He recognized the badge as he’d run from one of them several times in his life, U.S. Marshal. She was a fugitive who the man was bringing back to the US.

“Damn, I sure would have liked to meet her before she got caught” he thought to himself as he watched them, obviously uncomfortable with each other.

When they boarded the plane, he was pleasantly surprised to find his seat just a few from hers and that he could just see her through the other passenger’s heads and the commotion. He watched her intently, she barely moved or said anything to him. His mind wondered to what it might have been like to meet her in a different situation.

As the plane rolled away, Sawyer closed his eyes and tensed, he always hated take-offs and landings. As usual though, it was uneventful. As they flew, the fasten seat-blt light came on just before the turbulence hit. It got worse, oxygen masks dropped, people panicked. Suddenly, there was a hhuge rush of air as the plane the apart.

The next thing he knew, he was laying on a beach. He slowly sat up and saw people scrambling, screaming, the scene was complete chaos. Then he saw her, no cuffs, no marshal. She was helping the wounded people, but Sawyer sat back, watching, trying to learn about the people around him.

 

[slippedhalo]

Kate

"Help me, please, help me!" yelled the dazed man from inside the airplane wreckage, he looked Kate in the eye and put out a hand to her...Reluctantly, her stomach churning with unease at the carnage all around her, she slowly moved to pull the man free.

It appeared he was simply stuck but once she'd pulled his torso free she could see it was all there was, his lower half had been severed and he was bleeding profusely, raving like a mad-man, begging her not to leave him. He called her Kimberly and then Megan, and at one point even mom. She ignored most of his ranting and just pulled without saying a word. She dragged him a safer distance from the plane, whispering assurances to the man...lies, really...telling him it was all going to be ok, that he was fine and an ambulance was on the way. She promised she'd stay by his side but the sound of more calls for help drew her attention. "Just lie down...what's your name?"

"Ken, Ken." rasped the dying head and torso. "You know that, Megan..." he muttered, beginning his ravings again as he got a far-away look in his eyes.

Kate simply nodded her head and pasted on a reassuring smile, "Ken, you rest here. I'll be right back." she said, off to help get others from the plane out to the relative safety of the beach. She heard no sirens or alarms, no one was coming for them. Just a bunch of strangers, running for their lives and yelling in thier disorientation. She wasn't certain how much time had passed but by the time she'd returned to the upper half of a man who'd requested her help she saw he'd already died. Too much blood loss. Closing his heavenward eyes she turned away in disgust and returned to where she could be of more help, trying to find order in the chaios.

"Well, that seemed like a mighty hefty waste of time there, Freckles." said a voice over her shoulder in a slow, sarcastic sounding souther drawl. Kate turned to see if the voice had been talking to her. There sat a blue eyed blonde man, five-o-clock shadow, hair a little long, he smiled at her with dimples that would normally make most girls weak in the knees but made her feel the butterflies of caution in her stomach, she was well experienced with his type. Likely a smooth talking womanizer. This was no time or place for flirtation yet there he was, uncommonly calm considering all that was happening around them.

She simply shrugged his way and replied, "Maybe to you. But, I thought he needed a little reassurance."

(OOC-Sorry,Shmoe, I borrowed Sawyer just for a minute. If you don't like the intro. I can edit.)

 

[lostboys]

John Lock

John Lock was sitting on a bench near the airport doors waiting for someone to pick him and his wheelchair up to be boarded the airplane that was facing in front of him. He tried to appear casual.
No one would have guessed he was paralyzed because he did nothing to accommodate the appearance he was a man in need of extra assistance, handicapped, even the word made him feel self-conscious.
He wanted to be himself and felt remorse to other who thought he was a pathetic person, he had seen enough of those people. They were everywhere. So, he gave off the appearance that he was just like everybody else, walking to the doors, even if he wasn't.
When finally a stewardess called his name, he looked up at her and felt he was actually at this moment undeniably in need of assistance because he would not be able to check in the bags that he had no way to get there.

"let me help you" the kind stewardess talked to him in a for John calm voice.

"Oh thank you" John replied and gave a smile to the flight attendant, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone who might be looking down at him.

After take off John was sitting in the mid rear of the plane besides a young boy and his father.
On the other side of the plane a beautiful woman was looking at him and she winked.

Suddenly, the alarm went of because the plane had hit turbulence and oxygen maskes came from the ceiling.

John heard something and saw a black cloud when he looked out of the window after that everything around him went black.

 

[emily123]

Claire Littleton
Age-21

Clarie was a not so innocent girl, but she had a steady boyfriend whom she had a stay in relation, she planned to settle down with him, and as she got pregnant and informed him he got scared and left her to fend for herself.
As the time went by she felt sorrowful and consulted a psychic, who told that she must look after the child herself or might be responsible for great evil, but as she was persistent the Psychic got her tickets to LA where a couple would adopt the child she would give birth too.
She was sitting in the plane when the emergency lights with fastening seatbelts sign came up and there was a sudden panick in the plane as the pilot kept on requesting passangers to relax and tie their seatbelts.
Clarie got really nervous and hoped shecould have someone whose hands she could hold on to

 

[macmillian]

Lost

Jack ................, MD

Jack was a surgeon, a spinal sergeon. I was in Austrilla to ID and pick up my fathers body and return him to boston and his family to be buried. He was an alcoholic and a patient had died during an operation. I testified against him and him ran away. Now I was bringing him home.

I was just talking to the woman next to me when the alarm went off and the oxygen masks dropped. I put mine on and helped her with hers. It was a very rough ride for a few minutes until the plane broke up and dropping the middle part on the beach. The set of seats I was in was thrown clear of the wreckage. I unhoked the seatbelt and stumbled around trying to help move the wounded and the dazed away from the engines and the few small fires that were burning.

I took care of the wounded as best I could under the circumstances. Stop the bleeding, bandage the wounded and generally moved most of the passengers over into one area so that they wouldn't take off and get seperated from us. Those that were still functioning I put to work gathering the people that was still alive and to bring them to the gathering point.

Some where during the rest of the day and the following night, the badly injured died. That left the rest of us, Cur, bruised and dazed at the days events. The fires had not consumed the the wrackage and we bgan to remove everything we could use.

My biggest help through this was a woman named Kate. She stayed the night and helped with the most seriously injured. There was not much we could do, but to make them comfortable and be there.


Jack
age; 34, height; 6'4", weight; 225, eyes & hair; Brown
Muscular and in good health. A very good doctor and surgeon

 

[NickisSora]

Micheal Mike from this point on

-Unfortunate turn of Events and Mike see's him self in a Unfortunate Position makin glife the best he could for his new son Seems to be hard Though makign shelter and Everythign wasnt a Problem being a Father was Recently He lost the Boy Walt and his Dog now feeling more Irresponable he would find walt one way or another.-

-Another Day raises As he wakes Dressing in what ever he had this time A simple Pair of Pants and A tee shirt he shakes his head Sox and Shoes he walks out of his Shelter-

"As soon as i Find Materials for a Ship im Making it and Getting us all off this Hell hole"

 

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Walt

"Dad, have you seen Vincent?" asked Walt of his lost dog.

He had asked everyone around, even the nice bald older man who just sat staring out at the ocean while everyone else scrambled to make shelter and find clean water.

The man had said the dog would return when it felt ready. Walt just made a face, "Yeah, um...thanks, I guess." he muttered thinking, Thanks for nothing as he returned to the spot on the beach where his father was standing.

"I can't find Vincent anywhere, dad." announced the ten year old boy.

 

[NickisSora]

Mike

-Mike looks behind him and sighed-"Ya Scared me i thought i lost ya you been gone all night you ok"-he leans down ans stroked his hair the Sun giving a warm glow-"We will find him Walt i know we will"

 

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Walt

"Sorry, dad. Am I in a lot of trouble?" asked Walt wincing. Last night his father had scared him with his urging him to stay close by.

'We don't know anything about where we are and we don't know these people. I don't think it's safe for you to just run around like you're on vacation.' warned dad.

Walt had promised he'd stay close by but then when looking for Vincent he'd gotten lost in the forest and decided to do what he'd learned in boy scouts. Stay right where you are and wait for help. But, no help came. He heard all sorts of strange noises at night coming from further into the forest, he thought he even heard the growling of a big animal, like a bear or something. Walt didn't think he could remember learning if tropical islands even had bears, he doubted it so maybe that's not what he'd heard at all.

He thought it was best not to mention all of the events of the night to his father who already looked pretty worried. If his dad knew about the bear then for sure Walt would never be able to explore on his own again.

 

[slippedhalo]

Kate

Kate watched the Korean man setting out a net and preparing to fish. She looked over at the man who had introduced himself to her as Jack. He'd taken the lead with a group of scared strangers the day before and settled everyone into finding shelter and water for the night. Again this morning it appeared people were looking to Jack for guidance. Some people set to making a huge bonfire on the beach in the hopes of attracting rescue planes or a big boat. The Korean man was catching fish. Some others were strengthening weak shelters and collecting fresh water and food where they could find it. A young guy, overweight, easy going,Hurley, he'd said was his name, had kept her chuckling most of the evening with his offbeat commentary over random things and his "Dude." responses whiich seemed to vary in tone according to what he was thinking. She'd never met anyone quite like him and she was glad he was around to ease the tension even though he himself did look quite overwhelmed. Weren't they all?

Kate nodded her 'good morning' to Jack and got right down to her business of having sought him out, "We should check inside the plane...make sure all of the survivors are out." she suggested to Jack. The wise-guy southern charmer, Sawyer, was within earshot and he grumbled something. She'd noticed he had been going into and out of the plane a lot during the night and early morning. He seemed quite vigilant of his shelter too. She wondered if he had been collecting things from the plane that might be useful. That was her idea too. Dammit, why did everyone else always get away with things that she thought of first?
"We should also see if there's stuff we can use in the cargo-hold, medicines, clothes, whatever."

She tried to ignore the delerious, unconscious wimpers of the injured marshall Jack had been treating during the night. It chilled her to the bone to know that he had indeed been pulled off the plane alive. A strong part of her was glad he had not died yet she knew that if he got better and lived these strangers would know the truth about her, that she was a criminal, a murderer. Likely, they'd never trust her again.

She could kill him and probably he'd be put out of his misery anyway....but she hadn't the heart to do such a thing. She was not a murderer in her soul. She did not kill for the pleasure of it, she had done what she felt had to be done to protect herself and her mother from a monster...as Sawyer and Jack looked at her strangely she could only imagine what her expression read.

She shook herself out of the awful reverie and smiled shyly, lying, "Sorry, just considering all of the bodies rotting in there." she said as she pointed to the main tube that was part of the plane, in essence a metal tube baking in the hot sun. An oven for the rotting corpses that just 24 hours ago where their living, breathing travelling companions on a routine plane trip.

 

[NickisSora]

Mike & Walt

-Mike looked to his sun and Hugged him tight-"No I will not blame you i understand being worried for some one but i urge you to strongly stay by me understand "-stroking his sons hair as he let go and smiles-"Walt would you like some breakfest i think i found something intresting to eat on the island i think there coconuts but im not sure"-Walking over to a tree with his sun there were weird shaped fruit on the tree-

"Yes they look lik ecoconuts" Walt smiles-"I dont think i had Coconuts before at least not that i know"

"You ever have Macaroon cookies"

"Yes Dad Why?"

"Then your be fine"

-Picking up a rock he tosses it knocking two of the fruit down-

"Bingo"

-smileing he picks up the fruit and walks with his sun in to there shelter putting them in a pot like item he uses water he found the night before to fill the pot up and putting the two fruits in he sets a fire with a Lighter he happen to have-

"There now go wash up in the tub i filled up thismorning and dress up after wards come to the fire here besides me and Talk a bit ok "-Walt nods and runs off as he sits there turning the coconuts making sure they boil right Walt is back in a bout 20 minutes-

"Done Pop"

"Good your cleanand in some clean clothes dont you look smart"

"Yep feel cleaner to"

-Mike smiles as he and his son sit down by each other-

"So walt maybe i should teach you survival skills some vine cutting and a lil deffence if you know what i mean"

"You mean like how to cut and swing from vines and Tarzan stuff"

-He laughes and so does mike-

"Ya"
-Mike gets up and walks like a monkey-

"And to tangle with the hairy ape"

-making some light of this grim situation he begins to tickle shis son as a monkey makign monkey noises-

 

[macmillian]

Lost

I gathered together all those that were able to work and asked those that didn't mind going into the main cabin and bringing out what ever they found. The rest outside would then carry everything over to our main camp. We would go through it as soon as we had it all out.

We didn't find anyone still alive, Most had died from the impact or injuries sustained. As the others removed the carry on luggage, a drink cart, I searched each victum, some had already been searched and looted. I finished the job and the main cabin had been stripped clean. All that remained inside was the dead.

We all helped to unload the cargo area and we found a full food cart, which we all promply distributed and sat down to eat. There was enough there to last us I meal each for another two days. That's all. All Luggage was carried out and anything else . I found a cago bin and I was able to open it and with the mens help we were able to get it outside and away from the pane and over to the camp.

I asked Kate and the women to go thru the Baggage and seperated the items for easy distribution. I asked thar any type of drugs, from asprin to RX,s be put in a seperate bag. Also any white shirts to be set aside for use as bandages.

Lock had returned and said he had found a secure area with a fresh water spring. It could hold all of our people comfortably and add to our protection.

Kate had found some clothes that she like and had changed and I must say she did look very nice. She gave me the bag with all the drugs that was found and a pile of white clothing to be used as bandages. I placed these into the cargo bin and closed it. "Want to take a walk, Lock found a place with a spring."

 

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"That's great for getting water but, I think we'd be better off staying on the beach if we want any possible rescuers to find us." said Kate.

"We'd be safer in the caves by the spriing, close to water, and out of the hot sun, plus, more places we can hide from the wild animals." said another survivor.

"No way, man, the beach is where we ought to stay." argued another voice.

Soon an outright argument began with all of the survivors over whether the caves or the beach were the better place to set up shelter.

"Enough!" yelled Kate, silencing most of the arguing. "Woever wants to go to the caves, go. Whoever wants to stay on the beach, stay. We can transport water back and forth from the spring for beach goers and bring fish to the cave goers and meanwhile, we can agree to all meet daily someplace in-between to discuss any developments or plans, ok?" People murmured their approval or dissention. She looked to Jack, "Is that reasonable? Where would be a good place for meetings?" she asked.