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Post by Bernard Nadler on Jun 18, 2008 16:16:32 GMT -5
"Excuse me a second honey, I need to use the little boys' room." "Mmm-hmm, you just keep it in there, you hear?" "Love you too." Bernard smirked as he walked into the aisle, his Rose knew him too well. He started to open the door when turbulence threw him backwards. That kind of smarted. He tried again but another rumble made him fall to the floor. "Passengers, the captain has turned on the fasten seatbelts sign. Please return to your seats and put on your seatbelts immediately." He started to run to the front of the plane, but he saw it start to break off. Panicking, he settled into the nearest seat and put on a seatbelt. Unfortunately, just as he saw the ocean rise up to meet the plane, his seat separated from the plane and he blacked out on impact.
Bernard awoke in a seat. Not on his, but in one. He also had a strange feeling of vertigo...and why were there tree branches in front of him? Then it dawned on him: he was somehow hanging in the air. Not good. He also didn't get to use the bathroom. Also not good. "Hey! Is anybody out there?" Bernard started to panic when nobody responded. He didn't want to spend days hanging from a tree...or worse. "Help!!!"
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Post by Natanah Laurel on Jun 19, 2008 0:52:30 GMT -5
Natanah was standing on the edge of the beach, her shoulder freshly bandaged from where she'd withdrawn the spike of metal that had been protruding from it. Most of the survivors had been brought in from the ocean now, and the wounded were being tended to. Someone was out dragging the floating bodies in to shore, but she didn't know who it was, nor did she really care to help. Call her selfish, but she had no desire to go pull those cold, lifeless bodies to shore. So was a coward; she could accept that.
As she was standing under the shade of a palm tree (her clothing was quite dry by now, and the sun was brutally hot) she heard something in the distance. It sounded to her like a human voice, but she couldn't be sure. It was coming from somewhere in the jungle. Hesitantly, she stood up and strained her ears, listening. It was there again, definately a human voice. She took a few steps into the foliage, and then quickened her pace, moving in the direction she thought the call had come from. As she got closer, the words became clearer. Whoever it was, they were crying for help. Though, why they would be in the jungle was completely beyond her. Most of the wreckage from their section had landed in the water, or on the beach. Finally she tell that she was getting quite close to the source of the noise. It sounded like it was coming from somewhere above her, so she pasued and looked upward. What she saw there made her heart rise up into her throat.
There was a man sitting in a seat from the plane, which had landed the fork where branches spread outward from the trunk of the tree. It looked like there was another body next to him, but that person wasn't speaking. It was too far away for her to tell if they were alive or dead. She stared at the situation, stunned, for several minutes before clearing her throat. Her shoulder was beginning to hurt like hell after that run she'd just taken. "Hey! It's alright, I'm down here. We're going to get you down, you'll be just fine." Her words carried upward through the jungle and towards the man. She was trying to be comforting, but that didn't mean she necessarily had that much faith in her ability to talk him through this. She sure wasn't going to be able to climb up there after him, with her shoulder in this condition.
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Post by Bernard Nadler on Jun 23, 2008 12:04:45 GMT -5
Bernard called out for a few minutes before he heard someone below him yell back, "Hey! It's alright, I'm down here. We're going to get you down, you'll be just fine." Bernard felt a small twinge of hope at someone else surviving the crash. He turned to see who it was, but that caused the seat to shift a little, and he froze in panic. He was almost too afraid to speak, lest that move the row of seats further.
"Hello? M-my name's Bernard...Nadler. How exactly will you g-get me down?" He really hoped there was a "we" and they would help get him down. He wasn't much for climbing trees. Or falling. Uh oh...he was starting to sweat in panic. Now he really hoped the seat belt would hold him, despite the fact that, as his limited understanding of physics told him, it should have broken on impact. At least Oceanic could make a good seat belt, if not a decent plane.
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Post by Natanah Laurel on Jun 24, 2008 16:06:25 GMT -5
Tana could tell that this wasn't exactly going to be the smoothest rescue. This man... Bernard, was clearly on the verge of panic. She wasn't exactly sure how to deal with the situation. In her background, panic wasn't allowed; it wasn't even in the vocabulary of a soldier, so for the past year she hadn't really been around it much, or had to deal with it. And of course, she didn't really know how to answer his question. How was she going to get him down. It would have been so simple if she could just climb up there herself, but that certainly wasn't in the cards right now. Plus, she had a feeling that any more weight on that branch was sure to snap it.
"Alright, I need you to listen carefully, Bernard." She called up at him, keeping her voice as calm and even as possible. The worst thing she could do was start yelling and making him more nervous. If he got to upset there was no way she was going to be able to talk him through getting down. Tana eyed the tree warrily, wondering how much longer that set of plane seats could really balance up there and not snap the tree branch. "I need you to reach over, and grab the branch next to," she instructed, peering up at him through the foliage nervously. "I can't come up there, I'm injured. But you can do this Bernard."
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Post by Bernard Nadler on Jun 28, 2008 16:34:04 GMT -5
Bernard started to calm down after Tana told him what he had to do. Didn't make the task any easier, but he didn't have to worry about panic as much. Bernard started to unbuckle his seat belt but froze when the seats shifted. Once he felt secure, he finished unbuckling and gauged his reach toward the branch. He gathered his courage and jumped...
WhooooooooshCRASH
The row of seats landed about ten feet from Tana, causing her to flinch. Bernard, however, wasn't in the seats. He was clinging desperately to the branch, trying not to let go or look down. He managed to swing one leg over the branch and work his way to the trunk. Lucky for him there were plenty of branches below him that could support even his slightly larger than average body. He worked his way down, being as careful as he could not to slip, and finally got to the ground. He started to thank his rescuer but felt dizzy and had to sit down. Whoa.
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