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Post by Shannon Rutherford on Jul 6, 2008 22:16:52 GMT -5
Once again in the place that brought back many unwanted memories, there she was. Picking up something, inspecting it, and tossing it back out into the water. It seemed to be the process she had been up to for at least an hour now. But what was she doing? And why? She already had retrieved her bag from the crash site, rubbed in it Boone's face, and relaxed in glory to get a tan. So why was she rummaging through what everyone had picked through?
One word.
Asthma.
Early in the morning she had woken up from a sudden, yet very small, attack. It hadn't been much, but it was enough to scare her into going to look for her medication that had been lost. She wasn't going to worry Boone with it, especially after the whole "I'm going hunting" ordeal... Nor was she going to worry anyone else about it. She was glad people were thinking she was just looking for another bikini to wear, or another skirt to flaunt in. Although the thought that everyone figured her useless bothered her, it certainly came in handy at times. Maybe that was one of the reasons she was such a good con? It certainly helped, that's for sure.
"Dammit!" she shouted, tossing yet another bag back into the water. If she was going to have an attack worse than the last, she would need it. Feeling as if there was no use, she moved back into the sand and plopped down, huffing. She glared into the ocean, not paying attention to the confused stares watching her.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jul 6, 2008 22:38:46 GMT -5
Chris was looking around for his suitcase still. He kinda wanted more than just two shirts and a pair of jeans. He continued rummaging around for his little black suitcase. Mitch had gotten hit for him. He'd insisted on a bigger one but Chris refused it and picked the smallest one of the brand. He looked at around hoping he'd find it.
He saw someone rummaging and throwing things around. He came closer but was almost hit by a tube of toothpaste. He watched as the blonde turned and plopped down and he recognized the girl as Shannon. He smiled recallingthe girl from the jungle. "Looking for something in specific?" he asked coming over.
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Post by Shannon Rutherford on Jul 7, 2008 0:02:36 GMT -5
Shannon jumped at the sudden appearance of Chris. She was too frustrated and caught up in her own thoughts to notice anyone coming up to join her. Recognizing him as the boy from the jungle, she almost laughed at herself for jumping. She shook her head and attempted a smile. "Nothing important... Thanks though--uh, Chris." The guy had already saved Boone and the two other women. What more could she ask for of him? Oh yeah, I need help finding my asthma medication. It's tiny and somewhere in this giant mess. Wanna help? Yeah, like that was going to happen.
"What about you? Not many people come over here just for a stroll." She stood up, the cool breeze blowing some sand in their direction. She winced slightly as the sand brushed her long legs. "Do you need help finding something?" That was probably the frst time Shannon had actually asked if she could help with something for as long as they had been on the island. Perhaps she wasn't so useless as everyone had thought.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jul 7, 2008 13:23:50 GMT -5
He looked at her "really? you kinda seemed on a mission to fidn something specific...I could help, honest" he said to her with a little smile. He was very cute and it was no surprised both men and women were attracted to him. He looked at her plopping down resting his arm on his knees. His jeans fell a bit. He was a skinny guy and the island wasn't gunna do much good. He looked at her with a smile.
"Well I was acutally lookin for my suitcase...when the plane hit I got thrown into the jungle" he said to her "and I wandered aroudn lost for about a week before finding the camps" he said. "So I've been stuck with two tshirts and jeans and that's a little funky" he said to her. He looked around "So i'm looking for my little black suitcase" he said. "How bout you what are you lookin for?" he asked.
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Post by Hurley Reyes on Jul 8, 2008 0:01:31 GMT -5
Good old, fun-time Hurley was beginning to feel a bit less fun these days. In fact, it wouldn't be too far from the truth to say he was perhaps feeling a little bit depressed. He had fewer jokes and optimistic words to go around, and it was difficult for him to figure out why at first, he though he'd found the problem.
Hugo felt as though he was really the only person on the island right now who didn't have a job, as dictated by the group. Jack was the doctor, of course; it was his job to make sure no one else died, to put it bluntly. It was Locke's job to hunt with his three hundred knives; the dude was crazy, but a highly contributing member of their little society. A several other people seemed to have joined in recently with the hunting, and Jin was the designated fisherman. And then there were the other, less typical occupations. Sawyer was the resident ass, for example, and Claire was the pregnant girl. It was like they all had their little niche in the small society that was made up of the survivors, all except for Hurley. If anything, he felt as though he'd only made a name for himself as the fat guy.
So he decided he was just going to come up with jobs for himself to do, if he wasn't going to be designated one like everyone else. He didn't have the athleticism for hunting nor the discipline for fishing, and he had no specialized professional skills that could be of any use. Therefore, he decided he'd simply try to contribute to the group by heading back to the crash site and going throguh the remaining wreckage. Perhaps he'd be able to find some more supplies or something that would be of use.
When he got there, however, he found he wasn't the only one whose idea it was to head back down the beach to the crash site that day. Two people were already there, conversing, when he arrived. Squinting, Hurley couldn't recognize them from a distance, so he made his way toward them. "Hey dudes," he said, and then noticing the girl, added "and dudette."
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