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Post by Sayid Jarrah on Jul 6, 2008 22:12:31 GMT -5
Sayid had left his tent to arrive at the hole in the side of the fuselage. His hand found the jagged/sharp edge of the hole. He peered inside the dark almost cavernous hollow frame. Something creaked deep inside which made Sayid's form still standing on the sand look like some sort of adventerous hero. At least he liked to think he was given his bloody past. He ran a hand through his sweaty black hair and took a sigh. He let one foot enter the plane and let his hands extend outward to either side as if the plane would topple on its side.
"damn. I can't see a thing." Sayid's outstretched hands balanced him as he slowly and lightly dragged his feet underneath him so he wouldn't trip over anything that he couldn't see. Pretty quickly his eyes got used to the darkness given the light shining through the dusty cabin windows. He slowly grabbed the edge of one of the still intact seats to his right. It creaked under his grip. "Okay." Sayid reached underneath his seat and his fingers fumbled blindly under the seat. His roaming fingers found nothing. Satisfyied that nothing was there moments later he stood upright again. "damn." It was no use. That picture of his Nadia was no longer in his hands. Only fate now held onto it. Sayid now found himself back on the beach and sitting facing the water. |
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 6, 2008 22:24:00 GMT -5
Jack watched as a man entered and then exited the fuselage, apparently frustrated at what he found. Or didn't find. He watched as the man he soon recognized as Sayid exit the plane section. He moved and walked to the beach where he sat. Jack followed and spoke before reaching him. "You really shouldn't be going in there. Thing's gotta be riddled with bacteria by now from all the... well you, know." Jack sat down next to the other man whom he respected as much as anyone on this island.
"So what's going on? Going to tell me why you're going in to the plane section and coming back out empty handed?" Jack smiled at the man, hoping to ease the obvious tension he saw there on his face. Sayid was a good man, but Jack could tell he had a deeply troubled past, no doubt from his background in the army, though Jack still wasn't sure what he had done for the Republican Guard.
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Post by Sayid Jarrah on Jul 6, 2008 22:37:48 GMT -5
Sayid's brown eyes scanned the blue horizon for any sign of a blip of a boat. Rescue was impossible. All of the survivors thought that rescue was close. Sayid knew it wasn't. How would they know where the plane crashed? They couldn't. They wouldn't. Everyone was here was stuck on this island... doomed. If the weather didn't kill them the natives would. Sayid was bred to not go down so easily. He was a fighter. He was ready for the ones called 'Others'. Sayid let a sigh escape from his lips. He braced his foot onto the sand and layed his arm over his vertical knee. He didn't know or hear someone come up from behind but Sayid knew that voice from anywhere.
A charming smile cracked Sayid's sorrowful look. A flashy white grin. Sayid's brown hair around his shoulders moved with the sudden breeze from the nearby ocean. "Hello Jack." He kept his gaze staring concentrated over the blue-green water seperating all of them from the outside world. Another quite sigh escaped from Sayid as Jack sat down. "I went in there to find a picture of someone I care about. I failed. Its not in there along with the darkness and the 'bacteria' as you put it." Sayid thought that his face would look sorrowful again but in truth he was smiling widely as he shifted his gaze to look at Jack. "So tell me. What brings you over to the remains of our plane?" Sayid too respected Jack. For Jack was the one who immediately pulled himself together and rushed to the beach to help those who needed it. Sayid was lying flat on his back as the world around him came crashing down in a flaming bask of death. |
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 6, 2008 22:47:22 GMT -5
Jack laughed. "Well, to be honest, I need some antibiotics. The guy back on the beach, the one we have no name for yet, it's not looking so good. Honestly, I don't know how he's made it this long. It's like he's holding on for something. I swear he tried to talk to me today." Jack shook his head. "I'm sure it was just something delusional. But still."
Jack picked up a stick and pawed at the dirt, spelling out his name and hometown in the sand before speaking again. "I'm sure whatever you're looking for will turn up. If you need more convincing you could always ask Locke too, he seems to be good at restoring faith."
Jack smiled again and looked out on the water that seemed to captivate Sayid. No rescue seemed to be coming presently, but still, he would never fully lose hope he thought, which was what made it really disappointing.
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Post by Sayid Jarrah on Jul 6, 2008 23:02:17 GMT -5
Sayid looked at Jack long enough to tell him that Jack was definately here for antibiotics. Sayid's gaze trailed back to the edge of the water. The part where it was rumored that the Earth fell away. The horizon. "We are all hanging on to something. Be it someone we love, our lives back home or simply just hanging onto our lives here before someone else takes it away. Like these Others." Sayid didn't mean to sound as if he were taunting each of the suvivors lives he just wanted Jack to know that there was a threat on this island, Jack probably already knew that. All the suvivors knew that there was indeed a looming threat.
"It probably was delusional, Jack. If my memory serves me correctly that man is not doing do so good. Trust me when I say this. Dead men don't speak." Sayid looked at Jack for a brief second before looking back out. "I can only hope what I am looking for will turn up." Sayid smiled at Jack's comment about Locke. Sayid listened intently in order to eagerly change the subject about Nadia. "Indeed. Locke does restore faith rather quickly. Maybe he can usher us some rescue. But I seriously doubt that." Sayid crossed his legs to a sitting pretzel position and layed his elbows lazily on his legs. |
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 8, 2008 23:12:40 GMT -5
Jack smiled as he spoke about Locke but frowned at Sayid's final words. So he too had been losing hope over the idea of a rescue coming sometime soon. Jack sighed deeply and looked at his friend, whose gaze had returned to the ocean for the moment. "Why do you look at the water so much Sayid, if you don't think anyone's coming? What it out there, if not hope?
Jack pressed his palms into the sand to prop himself up and turned his own gaze to the sky which he had fallen out of and survived no mroe than a week or so ago. The fact was, rescue was becoming less of a hope and more of a wish. And Jack feared Sayid wasn't the only one beginning to realize it.
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