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Post by Benjamin Linus on Jan 19, 2010 13:44:02 GMT -5
Here is the list of characters you can apply for and play. There are no original characters permitted on the site. This list will be updated periodically, as the plot requires. Please read the Character Information Sheet before applying. Characters with a ** by their name are needed badly!
Oceanic HS Students
Jack Shepherd
Kate Austen
James "Sawyer" Ford
Charlie Pace
Claire Littleton Boone Carlyle
Shannon Rutherford Michael Dawson
Sayid Jirrah Jin-Soo Kwon Sun-Ha Paik Hugo "Hurley" Reyes
Ana-Lucia Cortez
Libby Smith Karl Martin
Teachers
Ben Linus
Juliet Burke **John Locke
Richard Alpert Tom Friendly Goodwin Stanhope Ethan Rom Danielle Rousseau Alexandra "Alex" Linus
Other Players **Mr. Eko
Characters with strike mean they're taken, while characters in italics are being reserved.
To apply, please post the name of your character and a sample RP of at least two paragraphs with you as the character. All RPs must be in third person (i.e., "Ben walked through the jungle", not "I walked through the jungle.")
You will know you've been accepted once we change your username to your character name and give you a special label describing whether you are a student, a teacher, or other player. ;D
(01/29/10) - UPDATE - Once you are accepted, please go to the Walkman and submit your character's theme song, so that Kate can put it in the music box.
--Ben
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Post by Kate Austen on Jan 26, 2010 23:10:30 GMT -5
Kate Austen
She wasn't supposed to be here, "None of us were supposed to be here," she reminded herself, sighing gently as she leaned against a tree. Her body slid down the old, bark-less tree as her legs gave away. She felt like crying. She pulled out a picture of her mother. It was an old picture, from her 10th birthday. Part of it was missing from where she had to rip out the picture of her abusive step dad.
She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be anywhere, but here. Somewhere where normal teenagers did stupid things and made stupid mistakes and had fun. It was like someone had taken her childhood from her and lit it on fire for her to watch. And boy was it painful to watch.
Excellent! Thank you Ms. Austen! --Ben
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jan 29, 2010 0:57:21 GMT -5
James "Sawyer" Ford Sawyer scowled at the sun shining overhead. Being her was like being in a bad sci-fi/horror movie. The sun was always shining, and the tress were just a little too green. There were times when it really creeped him out. He squinted his eyes and looked at the people around them. He had no idea what there real names were, but had given them all nicknames in his mind. Nicknames he wasn't afraid to say out-loud if he needed to talk to anybody. Thanks to his reputation he was able to get away with that sort of thing. Being a bad ass had it's perks. With a sigh he stalked past a crowd of noisy freshmen, shooting them a deadly glare as he passed. Chatty girls were not his thing. Talking girls weren't his thing. He had been there and done that, if the perks were good enough. It had it's benefits, but Sawyer wouldn't go there unless he had to. As of now, he didn't have too. Though it could be fun, just to see what he could get out of the deal. Then he thought of the crying girls and how on an island this size, with an even smaller town on it, he would never be able to avoid them. Plus this was still leftover plan-gone-right stuff. There was no way he would have gotten into a school like this, or even any school, if he hadn't had some considerable funding to offer. With that though, he felt a familiar twinge of guilt. Sawyer knew he wasn't a "good guy". Just being a jerk was mild for what he could do. But he did what he had to to get what he needed. Still, he was nothing compared to him. No matter how bad he got, Sawyer would never be as bad as that. He hoped. In the back of his mind he knew that he wasn't there yet but he would be. It was only a matter of time really. Sawyer ran a hand through his hair and tried to think about something else. Something more pleasant. There was no way in hell he was going to let that become part of this. What had happened before was a different thing, something that he would get to one day, but not today. Or tomorrow. It would have to wait until after school was done, if he made it that far. Sawyer was sure that if he hadn't worked so hard to be here he would have forgotten the whole school idea by now, but he knew better than to throw away months of hard work. Awesome! Accepted! I love it. --Ben
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Post by cryptina on Jan 29, 2010 14:49:59 GMT -5
(From another RP. Situation? Long story short: Juliet caught Alex and Karl late night in the infirmary. Karl ran out. Ben walked in a few moments later. Alex lied about what she was doing, and Ben put Juliet on the spot.)
Catch 22.
And she was trapped. Between a rock and... well, a younger rock. Either way she lost. Either way she would be lying to one of them. The difficult part was deciding who was more of a risk.
Alex, as much as Juliet hated to admit it or even look at it in such a way, could be useful. Benjamin Linus was capable of things with which Juliet found herself having to go along. However, Alex wasn't bound by such loyalty because she was a teenager whose reasoning wasn't heavily scrutinized at every turn. Reaction to her actions was often chalked up to her being a 'kid'; she was punished, left a bit worse for wear in the trust department and the world continued to turn. She could worm her way out of a situation by pulling the 'flaky teenager' card and very few were any the wiser. It helped that the girl was always trying to undermine Ben as well. With her questioning his every move, on any given day, he probably would never stop to think that anyone else would be behind such defiance.
When it came down to it, Juliet knew Alex could hold a winning hand were her cards played correctly. The proper hand just had to be dealt by someone who knew the game better than she did.
However, lying to Ben would be a direct biting the hand that feeds you scenario. He was her only true way off of the island and back to the world she'd missed out on for three years.
If, and when, he discovered the truth, she would not know it. It would be used against her in the sordid way that he worked. She would never be quite sure if such a situation as his sending her to dwell among the survivors of a plane crash would be punishment for that particular lie or something else altogether. Either that or she would inevitably slip when he caught her off guard.
Juliet shook her head at him softly.
"She's lying, Ben," she spoke as she glanced at Alex out of the corner of her eye, "You're right. Why would her notebook be in my office?"
Juliet turned towards her desk and set the papers on top of it, shuffling them into a straightened pile before turning back to face him. The few seconds spent 'organizing' bought her some time to pull an answer from out of nowhere for him. Though she was sure he wouldn't be happy with it, and neither would Alex for that matter, it was far better than the alternative of letting him believe what his imagination would lead him to believe.
"Karl was here a few minutes ago... before you walked in, Ben. I thought our meeting here after hours might go unnoticed..."
She paused for a brief moment, collecting her words carefully, though no matter how she said it, she knew exactly what he would hear, whether she tried to soften the blow or not.
"I was talking to them about birth control, Ben."
Most excellent! Definitely approved! Welcome aboard Juliet! --Ben
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Jan 29, 2010 21:08:30 GMT -5
Ana-Lucia Cortez.
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"I came to give you these..." Elizabeth made her way towards the kids and Ana-Lucia and offered them all a gentle smile. Libby was a friend of everyone's. If not a friend, she was a good listener and someone that could help the people of the island, except for the others. Though even she figured she could reason with someone. "We've got a ton." Ana nodded to her as Libby leaned down towards Anya's height and ruffled her golden hair. "Ana..." the blonde woman now said, as if standing her guard. Cortez saw him. A man. With dark hair, piercing dark eyes...and a dark purpose. "Go." Ana spoke quickly, stepping in front of the children without a moments notice. Libby grabbed onto their hands and started tearing through the forest, back the way they came...using the short cut to the beach. "Who the hell are you?" not even turning her head to the side, she knew her good friend would keep those kids safe.
"What did you do with her?" she finally growled, her hand reaching in back of her, towards the waist of her jeans and whipped out the antique militant knife. "Do others bleed?" she thought inside of her mind. These weren't people, they were monsters. Sawyer had her gun, that son of a bitch...always had something of everyone's. It wasn't about the towels that Libby had dropped earlier, before she grabbed the kids...it wasn't about the Fuselage members and all their bull shit. No. It was about the kids. "Emma? Zack? Ring any bells?" slowly, knife in hand. She'd stab him, wanted to...ached to. Right in the gut. But alas, couldn't at the moment.
Whatever happened to his buddy, Goodwin...would soon happen to him. Ana stood her ground as she stared at him with that same hard edged dark stare. "I'm waiting." Cortez hissed, eyes rolled up into a furious glare. Dare he make one move...just one.
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It's been a while since I've actually cried. Well, cried into Eko's arms, it took him forever to talk...and forever for me to cry. That's not the worst of it, they took the kids. They took. The damn. Kids. They're animals and they're stronger than us, how the hell am I supposed to keep taking all this shit? Especially from the other survivors. Libby seems to be cozy with Hurley and Sawyer keeps acting like a genuine jackass. It's not home, home is where Los Angeles is and where my mother is. But does that make a difference?
No it doesn't. I gave up my life, my friends, my co-workers and even my badge to be what I am today. Which is what exactly? They hate me, they've always hated me...I can't get anyone to like me and I honestly stopped caring. I'm not cold hearted, I'm not a killer. That's what they think I am, a killer. They don't know shit about me.
I'm not one to take things lightly, so when I saw that they were trying to psych me out with their little mind games... I fled to my own comfort zone. See, that's the thing with these people...they're so desperate for comfort and are quick to point fingers at people that they don't even think twice about who it hurts, who it falls on. The blame falls on me, always has. And to make things worse? Jack forgot the damn tonic. Tequila on the other hand, is welcomed.
Ana-Lucia Cortez. (Don't call me hot lips.)
Love it! Approved. --Ben
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Post by Claire Littleton on Jan 31, 2010 14:01:24 GMT -5
Claire Littleton “You’re what?” Claire winced and sighed. “I…I could be pregnant, Tom. I don’t know yet, I have to go to the doctor to make sure.” She was fifteen, she shouldn’t have to deal with this… But she’d been stupid. She’d been stupid and 1 – had slept with a boy she wasn’t entirely sure about and 2 – had unprotected sex. Claire wished she had the foresight to have avoided this situation altogether but she hadn’t and now she had to deal with it. “You know what, Tom? I’ll handle it. You just go do whatever you bloody well want.” She huffed and left the other teen standing like an idiot in the hallway. Claire was going to skip school and go to a free clinic to get a proper test, without Tom. There were such things as false positives and she was silently praying for that to be hers. She did not want to be connected to Thomas for the rest of her life through a kid. Not to mention, she really did not want to have a child before the end of her freshman year. God, this would be terrible if she was actually pregnant. They were barely into the first semester… It wasn't that she didn't want kids - she wanted a whole house of them - but she wanted to be able to be a teenager first. Kids...were responsibilities that just made you grow up and killed any ideas of being a teenager or even a young adult, at that. She wasn't ready for this kind of responsibility, she really wasn't. Trying not to cry, Claire got her aunt to drive her - and swore her to secrecy until they knew the truth and were positive about it. Loved it. Approved. Welcome to Oceanic High --Charlie
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Post by Shannon Rutherford on Feb 5, 2010 20:39:52 GMT -5
Shannon Rutherford
Shannon yawned, stretching as she awoke from an impromptu nap. She blinked behind her sunglasses and sat up. She didn’t know where she was at first and a frown settled on her face as she looked around. She was on a beach, hearing far off voices mingling with waves crashing along the shore. The Island. It all came back to her in those few seconds it took her to wake up. An open text book sat in the sand beside her, its pages fluttering in the wind. Oh, right. She was studying.
She took off her sunglasses, placing them on top of her head like a headband as she picked up her book and started flipping through the pages. She didn’t know how she felt about this school yet. So far it seemed okay. Way better than her last high school. She was studying on the beach, for crying out loud. You couldn’t do that even in the best schools in L.A. or New York. As soon as she’d seen the brochure for this place, all the gorgeous photos of palm trees and beautiful beaches she knew this was the school for her. Add to that the fact that its curriculum included dance classes and things like Survival 101 and she was sold. It was also located on an island far, far away from her step-mother, which was a bonus.
Still, she’d had to leave all her friends behind and knew damn well she wouldn’t know a soul on this island. She couldn’t come all the way here by herself. Sure, she’d make friends, maybe meet some hot guys, but what would she do until then? Who would hang out with her and help her with her homework? Who would cover for her if she partied all night and slept through a class? She was a good student, but she wasn’t a nun.
Luckily Boone had been easy to convince. She wasn’t the only one who liked to hang out at the beach. And she was pretty sure some of those classes were right up his ally. He wasn’t too happy about leaving his own friends, and her step-mother had thrown a total fit, but Shannon got her way as always. She and Boone had flown out here and started classes, and so far things were going great. Shannon was meeting new people, excelling in all her classes, and some of the teachers were totally cool. But then there were guys like Mr. Linus and Mr. Locke. Something was off about them. And why weren’t there more students? So far she hadn’t seen one person who hadn’t been on the plane with them.
Shannon closed her book and sighed. She totally wasn’t in the mood to study. She breathed in the salty ocean air and smiled, feeling the sun beaming down on her.
“Oh, crap…”
She looked down at her arms and saw that they were beet-red. One thing about going to high school on a tropical island: she never remembered to put on her sunscreen.
Nice. Accepted. Welcome.-- Kate
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Post by lostjacklost on Feb 8, 2010 15:20:44 GMT -5
The sun was setting the on east side of the Island, Jack's eyes were shaded by his brows as he watched the sun disappear into the hills. The very second the sun was hidden, a sheet of grey fell over the island. Jack was crouching on the sand, he lent his head on his arms, watching some flies buzz around in circles with each other. One landed on his arm. He shook his arm lightly, he saw the damage flies could make when carrying disease, as they were likely to be doing on the island. Jack sighed and glanced up. The waves were crashing on themselves, spitting droplets of salty sea water over the sand. A shrill scream. Jack jumps, turns his head to the left. Kate was side stepping away from Charlie, laughing at something. Jack wiped the sweat off his forehead and stood up, planning on seeing what all the fuss was about.
As Jack approached the crowd, it was as if someone turned the volume down on a television. He smiled, confusion in his expressions. "What...?", He asked, watching the facial expressions of the others fade, as if they had all just been celebrating Christmas and then been told it was actually the eleventh of January. That sort of let down, disappointed look. Jack felt as if he was interrupting, or like he maybe had something on his face. Something offencive to them. He chuckled lightly, sarcastically and walked past them.
Excellent! Welcome aboard. --Ben
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Post by Libby Smith on Feb 8, 2010 21:39:54 GMT -5
LibbyMath... math... where was it?! Libby frowned at her locker, scouring her row of books one last time. She could've sworn it was here, but maybe she forgot it somewhere. She sighed, running a hand through her messy blonde hair. It was tangled and sea-whipped from when she went jogging that morning before school, but Libby seemed to have a habit of making her generally messy hair even messier. A nervous tick, she supposed. Figured. She was so good at smoothing out others' worries that she never seemed to have time to work out her own. With a last, resigned look at her locker, she closed it gently, smiling sleepily at the click it made. Hopefully, she wouldn't get in too much trouble for forgetting it. After all, she remembered it most of the time. She wasn't the best student, but at least she always did what she was told. With a quick look around her, she started the stroll toward the math classroom. She hadn't gotten too far when she was accosted by a couple young freshmen. Cute, tiny, and confused. Libby mentally laughed. They'd never stop being confused here at Oceanic. "What's up?" she asked, a warm smile lighting up her tired-looking face. The girls looked at each other timidly. "We're lost," the taller of the two admitted. "Where is the philosophy classroom?" Libby chuckled. "It's all right. It took me a while to get used to the place, too," she replied kindly. "But I can lead you there." She paused, and checked her watch. She'd be late to math, but she didn't want these poor kids to get lost. "Just follow me." The girls were bubbly once they got over their initial awkwardness, and Libby was nearly thrown back by just how talkative they were. At least this wouldn't stop them from making friends, she thought with amusement. Friends were certainly important here at Oceanic-- on an island like this, support from friends was more important than she could have ever imagined. The girls sighed with relief as they arrived outside their classroom. Libby smiled. "All set?" she asked kindly. The girls nodded, gushing their thanks. "Can we look for you again?" one of them asked, suddenly shy again. Libby laughed. "Of course. Just ask anyone for Libby Smith." Excellent! Loved it. Approved --Ben
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Richard Alpert
Lostie
Oceanic School Teacher
"Ille qui nos omnes servabit."
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Post by Richard Alpert on Feb 17, 2010 23:38:17 GMT -5
I am reposting my application that was lost. I saved the original in a text document. So, I decided to read it again and update the story a bit. Also, I fixed minor grammar & spelling errors. Richard Alpert He walked through the front door, not knowing where he was going and walked right into Ben. "Oh, sorry, didn’t see you standing there." He explained to Ben that he was lost and was looking for a man named Jacob. “Welcome to Oceanic High School, Mr. Alpert. Since you are new here, let me show you around and then take you to Jacob‘s office” said Ben. “This class right here is the Latin classroom.” Ben said pointing to the room right behind him. “Loquerisne linguam latinam, Richard?” asked Ben. “Sic, linguae Latinae dico” Richard responded. “Good, then you can help me grade exams.” Ben said jokingly. “Ha, Ha, funny, the English language is more of my style.” responded Richard. “Ok, that’s fine.” responded Ben. “The room to my left, is where Mr. Locke’s teaches English to non-native speakers. He also teaches Philosophy.” explained Ben. “The Philosopher, Immanuel Kant, had some good ideas regarding moral decision-making. He said that people are conscious, rational beings, capable of making their own free and informed decisions.” said Richard. “Very interesting, that’s the kind of material that is taught here.” They stopped in front of a long hall that was lined with classrooms. “The rest of the rooms are English 101, US/Island History taught by Mr. Stanhope and Mr. Rom‘s Math class. Ms. Burke’s Biology class is next to the nurses station, where she also assists with any medical problems that may afflict our students. Last but not least, my Homeroom class. Now, we are done with this little tour.” exclaimed Ben. “Thank you for the tour Ben, you are very informative. Now can we go to Jacob’s office?” asked Richard. They started to walk down the long hallway, past Ben’s Homeroom class. As they passed, Richard could hear the teenage giggles coming from within the class. One of the students spied Ben and pantomimed to her friends that he was just outside the door and the giggles soon were stifled. Richard could see a troubled look on the faces of the students, they were trying hard to figure out who he was and why he was there. “There are a lot questions regarding the identity of the mysterious Jacob and been told that he is an interesting person to meet.” There are a lot of people who never meet him, me included.” said Ben as they came to an office at the end of the hall. “This is where Jacob resides.” said Ben as he turned and walked back to the Homeroom classroom. “Thanks again Ben, for the tour.” Richard said to the quickly departing Ben. As Richard turned the knob on the door in front of him, he could hear a squeaking sound that sounded like a wheel that needed oil. He also heard a taping, like that of two pieces of wood being struck together. When opened the door he could see a man sitting in front of what looked like an old fashioned spinning wheel. “Hello, you must be Richard, it is a pleasure to finally met you.” exclaimed the man behind the spinning wheel. As Richard turned to address the man, he saw a big loom that contained a partially finish tapestry. He was in awe, the room was bigger than he expected. The tapestry had Egyptian symbols on it and in the middle of the room there was a fire burning in a pit. It threw strange shadows on the wall. “Yes, my name is Richard and you must be Jacob.” said Richard. As the words fell from his lips a sudden gust of wind slammed the door shut. “So Richard, what do you think of our school so far and are you interested in staying with us for a while.” asked Jacob. “It’s pretty cool here, from what Ben showed me and would love to stay here and teach.” Richard exclaimed. “Good, welcome aboard.” said Jacob. You're still accepted! Thank you for reposting. I'm sorry my god-awful school internet ate your application. --Ben
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Sayid Jarrah
Lostie
Oceanic School Student
" I don't know what is more disquieting, where is the rest of the body or that it has 4 toes!"
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Post by Sayid Jarrah on Feb 21, 2010 0:55:38 GMT -5
Sayid Jirrah:
So, here he was, at Oceanic High, on an Island. He went through the hallways which soon filled up with people,and weaved his way through the masses. Sayid sighed. Today had gone off all wrong, first he had woken up late, had too and throw on a black wife-beater type tank top and dark blue jeans and a random pair of shoes, and barley had time to comb through his somewhat long black hair. and forgot to retrieve his Math Book and Homework stuck in page 16 of the book as well. His Math teacher would not be happy. Sayid heard the bell ring three times, to signify that class was going to start, Sayid made his way to Latin, his homeroom as well, Sayid spotted a familiar face in the crowd and speed up his pace so he could talk. "Hurley." He said in a somewhat heavy Arabic accent. Hurley looked at his friend, one of the only people he could really call his friend, Sayid knew people had caused Hurley trouble at his old school because of his weight, but Sayid didn't really care. "Sayid! What's up Dude?" The long hair that Hurley wore seemed to be in a deadlock-type fashion. Sayid smiled. "Going to Latin." Hurley's smile faltered and he frowned "Linus Eh? Man, that really sucks dude..I have some guy named Ethen from Math. Do you know him" Sayid gave a small laugh "Yes, I do.He is my teacher, You'll do fine, just don't bribe him with your chicken food." Hurley laughed as Sayid paused for a moment as re-considering adding on to his words "And for that matter, None of the Other Teachers." He raised an eyebrow and pointed to the bulge coming from Hurley's backpack. "Oh, that? It's my lunch." Sayid shock his head "Now it is." Hurley shrugged and agreed "Yea, Now it is.. Anyways,'ll talk to you later. See ya buddy." Sayid nodded and went off to class. "Well,Well If it ain't Muhammad" Sayid turned to see the dirty blond haired bad boy. Sawyer. "What? You gonna Blow me up?" He asked after receiving a glare from Sayid, as they entered the classroom "Sawyer, Why don't you just go and talk to Jack?" Sawyer smirked and put his arm around His shoulders "Because, Chief, Doctor Do-Right Ain't here at this point in time." He told Sayid who was Dis-hearted Sayid.
Approved! We'll work a bit on punctuation, but everything looks good so far. --Ben
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Juliet Burke
Lostie
Oceanic School Teacher
roseclear
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Post by Juliet Burke on Feb 24, 2010 18:30:02 GMT -5
Juliet Burke (from another game thread, which can be found in full here: doctorjuliet.livejournal.com/532.html ] The sky had turned beige. Juliet's vision was blurred out of focus when she opened her eyes, as if she were looking up through milky glass. When she breathed there was an aching in her chest that made her flinch, piercing tears at the corners of her eyes. Frustration and anger wanted to rush up and fill the forefront of her mind but hanging onto those feelings required too much effort and Juliet let go, sliding back into a muddled state of semi-consciousness. The past hour flickered as if by a dying flame, asking for her attention, and she humored it for a brief handful of seconds. It had been Mikhail who had lifted her up, bits of grass sticking in her hair and in turn to his forearms. There had been shouting (Jack? James? Kate? All three at once, and a few more voices to add?) and Juliet knew she had heard her name, but she also knew that someone had fired more than one round from a gun. What she wasn't sure of was which had come first, and the order reversed itself more than once in her mind until the images were moving around in circles and the unbalanced nature of the memories made her stomach lurch with a threatening edge of nausea. She had been shot. It was the only thing that made sense. Mikhail had come for her and taken her back to the tents, but the trip itself was nothing she would remember. Mikhail's voice had been just above her head but it hadn't been anything she would remember in the days to come. Her head was throbbing and all she wanted to do was sleep, but that wouldn't give her any answers. Something had happened there, out in the twisting grass between the edges of the jungle, and it was a blur. Another intake of breath came and went, and then Juliet opened her eyes again. This time she blinked with insistence, and the tent's interior came into focus again. It was familiar. But it wasn't her own. Accepted! Beautiful. ~ Ana.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Mar 1, 2010 12:16:46 GMT -5
Although it was yet another perfect day on the island, one that evokes wants such as lounging about in the sun and sipping iced tea on front porches, Jack had no such thoughts. It didn't seem like two weeks ago that he came to this place, and he couldn't shake the feeling that wrenched in his gut - something just wasn't right. Although he was astute and perceptive, Jack could not consciously put his mental finger on the specifics of why he felt this way in THIS place. The furrows upon his brow deepened as he absently twisted a pencil between his fingers. On the ground, between his feet was a notebook that he had been writing in, but in his mood, Jack had gotten distracted and forgotten what he was doing with it at all. For now he stared blankly down at the words, not really reading them, and he let out a sigh and lifted his gaze to take in the common grounds. Jack watched some of the other students for a while, then, after being bored of this he picked up the notebook, quickly tore out the page and balled it up with a glowering countenance. Damn right he was mad. Between his father and Sarah, Jack wondered if he really had any worth at all to anyone. And what that worth would be. That really didn't matter anymore, at least in this place, as it was after all, a clean start. Finally, there was a grin on the boy's face. Jack wiped a little sweat from his brow with his sleeve, tossed the wad of paper into a nearby trash bin, and began to walk to his next class, the triumphant grin that had been splayed on his features shifting to that of a slight smile of contentment. Imagine that, he thought, maybe I can like it here, after all. But that visceral feeling he had, especially about Ben, would still haunt him as it had since he'd arrived. A feeling of which Jack tried to ignore for now. (thanks!) Totally approved! --Ben
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