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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 5, 2008 11:14:09 GMT -5
Jack had been quick to act, but when he looked back on the past thirty minutes (or had it been thirty days? God knows it felt that long), he couldn't really remember any one thing he had done. He remembered helping people, making sure the pregnant girl was safe, but the carnage here was immense. He felt pressure thudding down on his temples every time the engine revved and whirled. He watched as it sped up and slowed down, whirring to near full speed. He looked away and spied a man walking close to it. Too close.
"Hey! Hey, get the hell out of there! Move!" The man looked up and cupped a hand around his bleeding ear to indicate he couldn't hear Jack. The next moment he was gone, sucked into the propeller which exploded with this unwanted interference. Jack watched and his eyes widened as the flames and smoke towered for the sky. He fell back on the sand, exhausted and covered in sweat and blood. Some was his, some wasn't. One wound he would have to get treated, and soon.
He felt another presence approach him from the side and readied himself mentally to have to fight through his exhaustion, to help just one more person, to save just one more life.
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Post by John Locke on Jun 5, 2008 11:27:28 GMT -5
Locke was still in shock. On the plane he needed a wheelchair in order to move; but after the crash he could walk! How's that even possible? After the first shock he had another shock when he realised that the plane had crashed and people were bleeding and dying all around him. Even his own face was aching; he must've had somekind of a wound around his eye. He wondered around and soon he witnessed a man getting sucked into the planes's propeller which exploded. He saw a man who had yelled something to that poor guy, sitting on the sand. Locke approached the man from the side. "Hey," he said, "is there a wound on my face?" He had to ask, something was definetly there. His face hurt like hell. [OOC: Remember, Locke has that vertical cut on his eye..]
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 5, 2008 11:35:33 GMT -5
Jack looked up at the man next to him, who blotted out the Sun around the doctor. Yeah, there was definitely a wound there. A three inch cut ran right along his eye. A little deeper and he may have lost the eye entirely. Jack winced and stood to get a better look.
"Yeah, friend. Looks like you got cut here pretty bad." He motioned where the cut was, continuing to talk. "It's not bleeding too badly, I think you'll be fine, just find some loose cloth or something to keep pressure on it for awhile." Jack looked at the wreckage and then back at the stranger. "Looks like we're some of the lucky ones, hm? My name's Jack. I'm a doctor. If you need anything else, or you see anyone who needs help, don't hesitate to come get me, uh..." He held out his hand, smiling awkwardly, waiting for the other man to speak his own name. For the first time, he wondered where his father had ended up.
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Post by John Locke on Jun 5, 2008 11:46:16 GMT -5
"..just find some loose cloth or something to keep pressure on it for awhile." Locke took a big cloth out of his pocket and used it. It was ment to be a handkerchief, but now it would be used for something else. The guy then told John that his name was Jack and he was a doctor. "A doctor? How lucky that you were on this plane.." Then he looked at the burning wreckage on the beach. "..well, you know what I mean." He shook the man's, Jack's, hand. "Good to meet you, Dr. Jack. My name's Locke, John Locke."
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 5, 2008 11:54:42 GMT -5
Sawyer was unconscious underneath some of the wreckage face down in the sand. A piece of the plane had gone into his left arm a short way. He slowly came to and opened his eyes and tried to get up. He pushed himself up with his arms, in agony from the pain, but couldn't lift the piece on his legs by himself. He raised his head and looked around seeing if anyone was around that could help. He winced from the pain in his arm and gritted his teeth.
"Son of a b***h!" Sawyer shouted in pain. He noticed someone across the beach helping a bald guy off the ground. "Hey! Get this thing offa me!"
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 5, 2008 11:57:15 GMT -5
Jack nodded gravely at the man who introduced himself as if he were James Bond. "Alright John, well I think first thing, we need to get people further up the beach. Upwind of all the smoke and fire. Especially the blonde girl over there." Jack pointed over towards the girl he meant. "She's pregnant. I already took a look at her, baby's fine, but she'll have to be really careful until rescue comes."
Jack looked around for signs of cargo from the plane. He had noticed a lot of it when he had woken up in the jungle. Perhaps his father was out there somewhere. Either way, his father was dead. These people were alive. They needed his help, and he would give it freely as he always had. He could fix this. He knew he could. Everyone would be fine by the time rescue was here, but they really needed to move away from all this dangerous wreckage before anything else could be done.
His thoughts were interrupted by a gruff voice commanding his help. He watched as the gruff looking man with dirty blond hair approached their little group. "Whoa, whoa, easy buddy, just lie down. Let me check you out, okay? I'm a doctor, I can help, but you need to calm down. Here, lay down here. What's your name?"
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 5, 2008 12:07:30 GMT -5
"Whoa, whoa, easy buddy, just lie down. Let me check you out, okay? I'm a doctor, I can help, but you need to calm down. Here, lay down here. What's your name?" the man said. He couldn't understand why the guy was asking his name when he had a piece of wreckage holding him down.
"Could you get this thing offa me first, Charlie?" he shouted. He pushed harder by himself and fell under the pressure of the thing in his arms. "Dammit!" he screamed, starting to try again.
"Just calm down" the man said. "Tell me your name." he said calmly.
Sawyer was getting ticked off with this guy, he could tell he was one of those people that wouldn't back down unless he was calm. "The name's Sawy..". Just as he said it, the man ripped out the piece of wreckage from his arm. "Son of a b***h!" he yelled out.
"Now, lets get that thing of you OK?" the guy said. "John!" he shouted. "Could you give me a hand over here?" Locke ran over and grabbed a the large piece of wreckage and he, Sawyer and Jack pulled it off.
Sawyer stood up and dusted himself off a little. "Thanks Piccard" he said to Locke and turned to Jack. "Now why the hell did you do that?" Sawyer asked. "Never mind. You gotta name doc?"
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 5, 2008 12:58:12 GMT -5
Jack shook his head and smiled at the barrage of insults being hurled at him. He had seen it a million times before. Basically the tough guys version of saying thanks. He asked for his name, and Jack gave it to him. "And you, you said Sawyer, right? Right, great to meet you." Jack would love to have stayed and chatted with the man, but it was clear other people were going to be needing his help throughout the day. He walked around for a while, warning other survivors to stay away from pieces of especially volatile wreckage. It seemed like things would be okay, as long as they could get upwind of the smoke and wait for rescue.
When the danger of the crash site seemed to have been averted, he moved back to Sawyer and John sitting up the beach and still talking. He ripped up a piece of cloth he had taken off a body and tied it tightly around Sawyer's arm as he spoke. "You're going to want to keep this on here until we get rescue, you should be fine though. Looks like you missed any arteries or things like that. John, how are you doing with your eye?"
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Post by John Locke on Jun 6, 2008 5:08:48 GMT -5
Locke took the cloth off of his eye; it didn't hurt. "Well, Jack, it seems to be OK already." he smiled. Then he spoke to the new guy. "Sawyer, right? My name's Locke, John Locke." Then he looked at both of them and asked "So, why were you on that plane?" with a wide smile. He was beginning to recover from the crash already, and realize that it was real, he had healed on this island!
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 6, 2008 7:04:47 GMT -5
"Sawyer, right? My name's Locke, John Locke." Then he looked at both of them and asked "So, why were you on that plane?" with a wide smile. Sawyer wasn't going to tell this man why he was on the plane, he didn't think head butting an Australian official was the right ice breaker here.
"None of your business" Sawyer replied abruptly. He looked around at the crash site and saw the wreckage. He put his hand in his back pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. He opened it and took one out and a lighter he had put in there. He lit up and walked over to the rest of the fuselage.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 6, 2008 10:50:00 GMT -5
Jack watched Sawyer walk off in a huff. More of the tough guy act, he presumed. He looked back at Locke and smiled again. At least someone was coming to grips with what had happened. Maybe Locke would be able to help him with people needing medical assistance in the future. Jack sat back and wrapped his arms loosely around his legs, taking in for the first time his own headache which the dying adrenaline in his body was just now letting him realize.
"I came so my mother wouldn't have to John, one of us had to come get my father. He uh, he died. Someone found him in his hotel room. I was bringing him back on the plane for his funeral. And no, save your condolences. We weren't the closest relatives on the planet, and there's more important things to be worrying about right now." Jack looked at the dipping sun on the horizon. "If rescue doesn't get here soon, we may need to build a fire or rudimentary shelter to keep warm."
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Post by John Locke on Jun 6, 2008 11:02:44 GMT -5
John looked around. All he saw was wounded or dead people everywhere. Jack told him that his father had died, but there were more important things to worry about. John glimpsed at the direction where he had come from. He saw the wheelchair lying down on the bloody ground, broken and abandoned. I don't ever want to see that thing again. he thought and smiled again.
"If rescue doesn't get here soon, we may need to build a fire or rudimentary shelter to keep warm." Jack said. "I was thinking the exact same thing. Why don't you go help the wounded people and I'll go collect some wood for the fire." He looked up. "It's getting dark and it might be cold in the night." He got up. "Maybe you can ask one of the other survivors to come help me with this." He waited for Jack's answer before going anywhere.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 6, 2008 12:40:39 GMT -5
"Yeah, uh... HEY! You!" He called out to the large gentleman who had helped him move the pregnant girl and kept her safe moments after the crash. The man ambled over to them and introduced himself as Hurley. "Great. Hurley, can you help John gather some wood for a fire? I need to make sure everyone who got hurt is going to be okay, but a fire is vital if rescue isn't here by dark."
Jack and Locke also introduced themselves to Hurley, and Jack left the two to gather firewood and moved on to check on some of the others.
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Post by John Locke on Jun 6, 2008 13:28:33 GMT -5
[Hurley and Locke went HERE!]
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Post by Cassandra Palmer on Jun 9, 2008 14:36:51 GMT -5
Cassie could feel something heavy on her, but she couldn't quite make out what it was. She felt utterly exhausted and her limbs felt as if they were held down by heavy weights. Confusion swept over her. Where was she? What was going on? Nothing came to her as she laid there, eyes closed. Instead she concentrated on the soggy ground beneath her, soaking into her jeans and shirt. Her for head felt wet and clammy, but it was warm and with a startled gasp she realized it was not sweat or water. A moment later she could smell the salty scent of the warm liquid from a gash on her for head. Then it hit her. Images of the interior of the plane, it's violent thrashing from side to side and her vision going black as the plane crashed. The terrified screams from the other passengers were still ringing in her ears.
Cassie laid there, slowly coming to her senses and trying to overcome the shock and calm adrenaline pulsing through her system, making her breathing rapid and her heart race. Blinking rapidly, she opened her eyes and immediately shut them from the sharp glare of sunlight. Deciding she might as well get up, she gathered all of what was left of her strength and tried to push whatever was on top of her away. It would not budge and she was exhausted beyond belief. Physically she was basically okay, with no broken bones, but her every part of her body ached. She opened her lips and let out a low cry for help.
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