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Post by Claire on Jun 10, 2007 20:10:34 GMT
((SO... if your character has died recently or a long time ago, feel free to ignore their death and have them join in this thread. I think it'll be fun.))
It had all seemed to happen so quickly. From the moment Jack spoke into that radio and there was a voice on the other end, the sequence of events just seemed to be a blur. Claire remembered crying out of happiness at the news that a boat was coming. She remembered the elation of every single person, the happy and relieved faces.
A couple hours later, sure enough, there was a large boat on the horizon. It seemed to be some sort of military ship or something, because there was a helicopter on the back of it. Someone flew the helicopter over and landed it on the beach. He'd cried "Women and children first!"
Claire and Aaron had been the first ones to be actually rescued. Everyone else soon followed in a process that took nearly five hours. Tents were torn down, belongings were packed back up, and everyone was just so happy. After three months, they were finally going home.
They had all been interviewed, asked for information so that friends and family could be contacted. Claire had given them the name and phone number of her aunt Lindsey, but that had been it. She didn't have much family. In fact, Claire felt as if she had made more family here on the island than she'd ever really had back home.
Home. She'd been wanting to return for so long, but now Claire was having second thoughts. Would she really be able to leave these people? She'd never forget about them, never. Especially Charlie. She didn't want to just part ways with everyone, but what else was there to do?
At the moment, Claire was sitting against a wall on the ship. They had all been put in the huge dining room/mess hall. Amazingly enough, they all fit. She'd found out that the ship belonged to the US Navy (which would explain its size and the helicopter), so there was plenty of room on board. Sure, there wasn't much to do as for recreation, but that didn't really matter.
She sat on the ground, a drowsy Aaron in her lap. Claire was exhausted. It had been a long day. Ever since she'd gotten on this ship, it had been non-stop questions. How did you survive so long? Did you give birth on the island? How old is he? Did you ever get sick? What was it like? What happened? Why didn't you try harder to get rescued? She was so tired of all the questions. There were still people in uniform milling about, talking to all of the other survivors, but Claire had weaved her way out of the mess so that she had room to breathe. And Aaron had been getting fussy.
So she was in a nice little corner, away from all the commotion. She sat there with her eyes closed as she lightly bounced Aaron in her arms.
They'd been told that it would take them about four days to return to port in California. Claire just had to endure all this attention (not to mention the rocking of the boat, which was starting to make her stomach turn) for a few more days. Then she would be home.
They would all be home.
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Sun Kwon
Lostie.
Real Name: Jemma
3 Months To Live...
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Post by Sun Kwon on Jun 11, 2007 18:46:39 GMT
[oooh! We all get to be on a boat! I want to reply to this but I can't at the moment Have to think of some stuff]
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Post by Charlie on Jun 29, 2007 16:38:57 GMT
((So will Charlie be alive for this thread?))
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Post by Claire on Jun 29, 2007 17:28:00 GMT
((Yes. Charlie can most definately be alive for this thread. Just have a reason for him not dying and it should all work out. ;D))
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Sun Kwon
Lostie.
Real Name: Jemma
3 Months To Live...
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Post by Sun Kwon on Jun 29, 2007 18:37:47 GMT
"How long have you been pregnant?"
"How did you know about that?" Sun asked the stranger who had been asking her all these questions.
"When did your husband find out? Tell us about these 'Others'. Did they try and take your baby like with the other woman?"
Sun stared at him, "No. Why-"
"What about that Juliet woman?" asked the man, "How did she help you? And when you did you discover-"
"#Get away from her#!"
Sun turned around to find Jin scooting away the people questioning her. They seemed to go without hesitation. Sun smiled as the boat rocked gently. Jin returned the smile and hugged her.
"#Soon we will have our own family in Korea.#"
Sun frowned. She swallowed hard. How could she tell Jin he would have no family? There would be no baby and there would be no Sun either. They would both be dead. She couldn't tell him. It took all her might not to cry.
Jin pulled back noticing her uneasiness, "#What is it?#"
She forced a fake smile, "#Why in Korea#?" she asked covering up her worry with curiosity, "#Why not try living in America for a while?#"
"#America?#" Jin scorned. But when he saw she was serious he took her hand, "#We will see.#" The couple smiled at eachother. "I love you," she said in English. "I love you too," Jin said in the same language. She grinned and they hugged again. Life in America. Seemed like a good idea. Like they had originally planned. But this time she wasn't planning to leave him of her own choice. Fate would take her life like it had taken so many others. Even off the place it seemed the island would still be the death of her. She frowned again. She spotted Claire seemingly napping in the corner. For once she wished she was like her. With her baby born and healthy. She smiled at them and continued hugging her husband.
God, she would miss him.
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Post by Charlie on Jun 29, 2007 23:42:19 GMT
((Can Ii have the reason: Charlie was drowning, but he thought 'nah screw this' sprouted gills, and swam out to safety? lol ;D))
Charlie heard a tapping sound to his right. There was Mikhail, and he was clutching...a grenade!? Charlie's heart was in his mouth as the one-eyed man pulled out the pin. This was it. Judgement Day for Charlie...he was going to miss life, and couldn't even begin to prepare himself for the dark abyss that was death. The glass shattered beside him, and water poured in. Charlie's head was a mess, but he could tell if he didn't act fast then it wouldn't just be him biting the dust - Desmond too! And Desmond didn't deserve that, after all he'd not forced Charlie to come down here, and had saved Charlie on a few occasions. Charlie leapt for the door as he heard Desmond's voice - making a snap decision to save Desmond no matter what. Desmond could obviously see what was happening, and he tried repeatedly to break the glass. However the door had been designed for this purpose, and it was serving it well.
Charlie suddenly remembered that Penelope hadn't recognised Naomi's name - he needed to warn Desmond, but how? He shouted out "It's not Penny's boat Naomi's from!" and things of that nature, but Desmond made gestures to signal he couldn't hear him. Charlie sighed, before remembering the one thing he had with him - his conveniently waterproof permanent marker. He quickly grabbed the top off and wrote on his hand 'NOT PENNY'S BOAT'. Water was filling the room faster than ever now, and Charlie became despererate to know Desmond understood. Taking a deep breath, Charlie submerged himself in the room's water and slammed his hand to the glass. He nodded, and got the same in response from Desmond - he understood! 'Hang on,' thought Charlie, 'Desmond had that vision when he thought Penny's boat was coming. Now it's not, I can change the vision!' Charlie gasped for air after rising again, but found the room almost full with water.
Charlie didn't have much time. Taking about 10 seconds to catch his breath, he dived back underwater with an even deeper breath than before. He kicked his legs harder than he had ever done in his life, and pumped his arms like never before. He got to the small round gap where the window had been once, and swam through it. He pushed hard to get to the top, but all the way thinking 'I'm not gonna make it, I'm not gonna make it.' Time was running out, Charlie could see that plainly. Hhe was far off from the boarder of safety, and the oxygen he'd inhaled was running out...Carbon Dioxide forming in his lungs as he moved, he felt faint. The glimmer of the sun on the rippling water caught Charlie's eye - he was closer than he thought. Trying with all his might to reach the surface, he concentrated his thoughts on safety, and the people he loved...the person he loved. 'I'm gonna make it - I'm gonna do this. Not for me, not for Des, Jack, noone, except Claire. I need to be with her once again.'
As Charlie got within lunging distance of the surface, he felt faint. A mindset he'd never been in before set in...was this....death? He reached the surface but felt no oxygen enter his lungs. his eyes made out the wobbly shape of the small wooden canoe about 20 feet away. Charlie began to swim towards it, coughing all the while, and not feeling any air transfers in or out of his body. Somehow, someway, Charlie reached the boat. He felt sick, and got that feeling that says 'yup, you're gonna be sick, there's nothing you can do - you're gonna spew right here right now'. He retched and was sick into the boat. No, he hadn't been...he'd coughed up water. Charlie looked on wearily yet horrified at this. He crawled into the boat, rolling off his back only to spew up more water. After a few retches, Charlie felt less sick than before. He felt a sudden gasp of air, and....blackness.
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Post by Claire on Jun 30, 2007 0:57:28 GMT
It was no use. Claire couldn’t rest. Aaron was squirming around in her lap, not really enjoying all the noise and people that were around. Letting out a small sigh, Claire got up to her feet and looked around. She could see all the survivors. Some were still being questioned by the people in uniform, while others had broken away from the throng to seek a bit of solitude. But there was at least one person that she didn’t see.
Claire walked over to one of the uniformed men. He had a list of everybody’s name, which was exactly what she wanted. “Uhm… excuse me?” she asked, raising her voice a bit to be heard over all the voices in the room.
The man turned and looked at her, giving a small smile when he saw her. “Ah, yes. What do you need?”
“Um, I was wondering if you had anyone on that list named Charlie. Charlie Pace?” she asked, praying for a positive answer.
The man looked through his papers. It seemed like it took him ages. He double checked his list before looking at her sadly. “No, I don’t see that name on here. Did he stay behind?” he asked her (there had been some people who refused to get on the boat, even running off into the jungle and hiding).
But Claire didn’t stick around to answer. Her eyes stung with the threat of tears. Charlie hadn’t come back to the island. She’d been told that they couldn’t turn back, so there was no point asking (she’d already asked, anyway). Neither had Desmond. They were both gone.
Aaron had started crying, so Claire decided to walk around on deck. Fresh air would do some good for them both.
As she stepped out onto the deck, she immediately regretted it. There was just as much of a commotion out here that there was in there! But these people were rushing, yelling orders, and looking alarmed. What was going on?
Curious in spite of Aaron’s crying, Claire started to inch her way closer to the middle of the crowd that had formed. She heard people talking around her, saying things like ‘I don’t think he’s gonna make it’, ‘We’re too far from land to get him to a hospital in time’, and ‘Just keep trying, dammit!’. Heart suddenly pounding with fear, Claire shoved through the throng of people until she could see what was going on. One of the uniformed men was performing CPR on a soaking, unconscious man. Upon getting a better look, Claire was able to see that the unconscious person was…
”CHARLIE!” she yelled, pushing herself closer. Someone held her back, saying something about staying away. “No!” she cried. “Charlie! Is he okay?! Is he alive?” There were tears now streaming down her face. Charlie was just a few feet away, yet so far. Was he even breathing? “Please, please. Is he okay?!” she begged, trying to struggle out of the man’s grasp so she could be closer to Charlie.
Someone nearby called for a stretcher, mentioning something about taking him down to the medical bay. Aaron was now wailing, thanks to her yelling, but that wasn’t on the top of her priorities at the moment. Claire needed to know if Charlie was even alive, and no one was telling her anything!
She watched helplessly as someone brought a stretcher to the scene. Charlie’s drenched and limp body was loaded onto it before being taken away out of Claire’s sight. “No! I need to go with him!” she cried, looking at the man who was holding onto her.
“Ma’am, they need to stabilize his condition,” he kept telling her. He’d told her a few times already, but she never heard him. “If they get him stabilized, then you can go and stay with him,” he said, letting go of her and following the medical team.
Claire stared after the man, now feeling numb.
‘If’?
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Post by Charlie on Aug 21, 2007 19:09:01 GMT
Charlie gasped in a deep breath and sat up all of a sudden. He heard what sounded like the waves crashing onto the beach, but it was too muffled and he was inside. Confusion and fear overwhelming him as a team, he closed his eyes again and tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was water choking him. He opened his eyes again, too afraid of jinxing the hope of rescue to believe it straight away. "Charlie Pace?" he shot his head to the left where a woman in blue stood holding a clipboard. Charlie went to respond but couldn't create a sound. He just looked like he was retching. "It's ok," interjected the woman in a kind voice, "you won't be able to talk for a short while. Give it an hour. Just nod or shake your head, you're all safe now. If you'd rather I can give you a pen and paper to communicate until you regain your voice?" Charlie nodded in a slightly docile way, sticking a thumb up to say thanks. On receiving the paper, he immediately used it, just writing 1 word on the pad.
"Yes Charlie, Claire's fine."
Charlie sighed, lying back on the white pillow. "Would you like me to bring her in? She's been waiting outside for your awakening." Charlie simply stuck a thumb up, shooting his arm into the air so the woman could see. "Ok, just hang on a minute" The nurse put the board in a tray on the end of Charlie's bed and walked around to his right and out of the door just to his right. Looking around briefly he could see he was in his own room. He'd done it - he'd got them all saved just like Desmond had said he would. He hadn't died either, yet they were still fine ... weren't they?
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Post by Claire on Aug 23, 2007 17:54:27 GMT
Claire was pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Aaron was still fussing, so she bounced him in her arm to try and calm him down. But how could she calm down the baby when she herself was worrying and frightened for Charlie's safety.
What if he isn't okay? she thought. What if something goes wrong? What if... Claire wiped some tears away from her eyes and paced around again, waiting for someone to walk out of the door and give her some sort of news.
The door opened, startling her. Before the woman in uniform could speak, Claire burst out with, "Is he okay? Is Charlie alright?"
Thankfully, the woman gave Claire a reassuring smile. "He is fine. His throat is a little raw and he can't talk well, but he should recover." Claire couldn't help it; she started crying. But they were tears of joy, not of fear.
"Mr. Pace wants to see you," the woman added. Claire nodded and adjusted Aaron on her hip. She followed her into the medical bay, stumbling a bit as the ship rocked on the ocean waves. They reached another door and the nurse opened up. "I'll leave you two alone for a few moments," she said with a smile.
Claire could only nod and wipe her eyes as she walked in. There was Charlie lying on a bed. His hair was still wet and sticking to his face and he looked very pale, but he was awake and breathing. He was alive.
She walked over to his bedside and knelt down beside him, grabbing his hand with her own. "Oh, Charlie," she whispered, looking him in the eyes. "I was so scared. You're feeling alright?" she asked him, just happy to see him there in front of her.
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Post by Charlie on Aug 24, 2007 8:28:40 GMT
Charlie was overjoyed to see a friendly face, moreso because it was Claire. The wait while the nurse fetched her had been almost unbearably long. However, despite the fact that not long previously he'd worried about the fact that he may never see her again, when she entered the room everything just ... became alright. All the worries of the previous events now seemed so far away. They were considered so tedious now, in fact, that Charlie actually felt a twinge of embarrassment about having had them.
"Oh Charlie, I was so scared. Are you alright?"
Charlie gave her hand a little squeeze and nodded, gesturing at his throat and the fact he couldn't speak. The temporary loss of his voice was, obviously, terribly inconvenient and increasingly annoying. He longed so much to talk to her right now, explain what happened, how he was feeling and things along those lines. Sure he could use the pen and paper, but it seemed so impersonal and was not how he wanted to communicate with Claire. However he did write the most important question to him at that moment;
" R U OK? "
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Post by Claire on Sept 14, 2007 1:44:24 GMT
Claire cradled Aaron closer to him, calming him down. She wiped her teary eyes with the back of her hand as she read Charlie's note. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine," she told him, nodding. "I was just so worried about you."
Sitting in this room with Charlie evoked a feeling of deja vu in Claire. It was so much like visiting her mother in the hospital. But Charlie was awake; she could actually communicate with him. He was fine. And that was where the difference was.
She held his hand, giving him some sort of comfort. "I'm just... so thankful that you're here. I don't know what I was going to do if you'd..." Claire couldn't finish her sentence. But it didn't really matter any more. Charlie was alive. That was all that mattered.
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Natz[Ana-Lucia]
Lostie.
Nattius the First!
Does anybody have a gun?
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Post by Natz[Ana-Lucia] on Oct 8, 2007 18:37:48 GMT
"What more can you tell us about these mysterious 'Other people'?" A man asked Ana-Lucia. She could see that Sun had been getting interrogated as well. She sighed and scorned at the man.
"Look, here pal. I've survived 3 friggen months on this island and now I just wanna go home. Is that too much to ask?"
The man nervously backed off and went to find someone else to bother. Yes, Ana had survived. But only just. Shame about Libby though....
She looked out to sea and closed her eyes, ignoring everything that was happening around her and letting the salty air brush past her face. Home. Soon she would be home. She would see her mother again. She had so much to say to her. She had bottled everything up these past few months, but now she could tell her mum everything that she'd wanted to before she'd left Australia.
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