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Post by Boone on Jan 2, 2007 13:40:18 GMT -5
Mind was still muddled with thought. Who's wouldn't be in a time like this? Running a hand absently through dark locks before leaning back on his palms. Light gaze settled on the horizon, brows furrowed in thought.
For only a moment he broke it, to glance around, just to be sure no one was around. Not that he had gone anti-social. Just wanted to make sure that his thoughts hadn't made him too oblivious to the world that someone was actually trying to grab his attention.
Boone Carlyle was a little confused, yeah, but it made sense. Everyone was. It isn't every day that you fall out of the sky when you were simply trying to take your step sister back to LA from Sydney. But then, he shouldn't have been there to begin with, Shan should be able to take care of herself, and he shouldn't have to solve every problem she has by buying off a boyfriend. You care too much.. he told himself. Shaking his head slightly.
Eyes had now settled back on the horizon. Watching waves rise and fall in the distance. The sun settled just above them, the sky beginning to turn a deep red. He should probably head back soon, but, he was too caught up in his self to worry about it.
Oceanic Flight 815, seat 9E. Going from Sydney, Australia to Los Angeles, California. And Boone Carlyle should not have had to be on that flight, Shannon Rutherford shouldn't have had to either. But, unfortunatly, the girl wasn't the smartest person alive. And Boone was an overly caring stepbrother. You should have left her there. Let her deal with it.
But, now it was too late for regret. And he was sitting on an island that no one seemed to know the whereabouts of. Just adds on to the many strikes in the guys life. Terrible lifeguard, terrible at everything.
Glancing around once more, a sigh emitted from his lips. He leaned back intently on his palms and stared blankly at a horizon that he really had to say he hated. Absently pushing his fingers under the sand, his thoguths drifted still. Mind muddled and confused.
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Post by Jemma on Jan 5, 2007 11:47:01 GMT -5
((Just have to pretend Ana and Boone were alive at the same time))
Ana Lucia was pushing through the bushes with the tailies of the island. She had a gun in her hand and her mind was racing. She wasn't even sure where she was going. It was early evening when she came across a young man who was sitting in the sand in a remote place on the beach.
She got her gun out and signalled to the team behind her, "Get up!" she said to him. She could tell everyone behind her was startled at Ana's behaviour. This guy didn't seem a threat. But Ana had to be sure. After what happened with Goodwin she couldn't let her guard down again, "You-what's your name?" she asked the gun still pointing at him.
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Post by Boone on Jan 5, 2007 17:52:02 GMT -5
Thoughts came to an abrupt stop as strict lyrics met him. Startled slightly he stodd up, turning around to face the owner of the voice. A brow raised slightly, grey eyes trying to digest the situation. Though at the question snapped back to the dark haired woman in front of him. "Boone - Boone Carlyle." Voice momentarily shaky as he regained his composture. He glanced to his side toward the direction of the front end camp but attention diverted quickly back to her. It wasn't like he wanted to let guard down when he was alone, on a secluded area of the island beach, and a gun was pointed in his direction. Not that he could really do anything about it.
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Post by Jemma on Jan 6, 2007 8:08:26 GMT -5
Ana studied the young man. He certainly didn't seem a threat, "Well, Boone Carlyle," she started. She still didn't know whether this guy was One Of Them or not, "As far as I know you could be a danger. Where did you come from? Where are your people?" she asked sternly. She had to make sure this man wasn't going to call for any back up or make a move that may cost more lives.
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Post by Boone on Jan 6, 2007 13:04:37 GMT -5
Running a half-way nervous hand through his hair, his eyes studying the girls figure; still trying to decide what exactly was happening. Though his mind went into muddeled thought with the questions. "I was on a plane from Sydney to L.A. and everybody else is at the camp probably in that direction." Gesturing toward the camp that they had set up. Knowing full and well that he may have just led every single one of them into trouble. But, his own life was what was on his mind right now. "I swear, I was just taking my sister back to California, and our plane crashed here."
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Post by Jemma on Jan 7, 2007 14:37:13 GMT -5
Ana Lucia raised an eyebrow. She remembered that these Others were smart. How would she know if this guy had been doing his research and made up an excuse for traveling on the plane, "If your camp is that way," Ana said looking in to the direction he had motioned towards, "Take me there."
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Post by Boone on Jan 7, 2007 14:46:49 GMT -5
Biting the inside of his bottom lip hesitantly. But finally deciding that the smarter thing was just to do it, because he really didn't want to be a dead failure, stuck on an island. "Allright" He gave a sigh before truning to move toward the front end camp. Pocketing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Shaking back his golden locks. Damnit Boone, if this ends up getting somebody killed.. He let his thoughts fade off.
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Post by Jemma on Jan 8, 2007 12:50:49 GMT -5
Ana turned to her fellow survivors, "Come on," she said, "Stay alert!" With that she followed Boone to where his camp was supposed to be. I better not be being lead in to a trap thought Ana nervously. If she was she always had her gun. But would that be enough?
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Post by Boone on Jan 8, 2007 15:31:11 GMT -5
Biting the inside of his bottom lip, his eyes ocasionaly darting nervously over his shoulders. In the back of his mind he knew this was stupid, knew that if anything happened everyone would turn against him ebcause he caused it. But, his lif ewas already screwed to hell so why worry at this point. He'd only failed at everything he attempted, helped a money scandal pulled by his sister work out only because he was the one the money was coming from, and beyond that slept with her. Your life really is messed up kid.
Glancing at the area to make sure he knew where he was going, but indeed not much further ahead he could see smoke rising from the beach where they were probably cooking boar or fish or something to eat. Pulling his hand from his pocket he sighed, before rubbing his face. This was stupidity, pure stupidity. He just had to hope that Jack, Sawyer, and a few of the other more resourceful survivors hadn't decided a night time exploaration would be some nice bonding.
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Post by Jemma on Jan 9, 2007 12:31:11 GMT -5
Ana glanced behind her occasionally to see if her fellow survivors were still there and were okay. She noticed the kid in front of her was nervously doing the same. She saw he seemed to be afraid. But she also knew that the Others were magnificent actors. If one of them could pretend he was in their own camp, why wouldn't one pretend he was from another.
It did seem likely though. They were only the tailie end. Two other parts of the plane were somewhere else. Maybe there were survivors. Maybe there wasn't. All she knew was that she had to be careful.
After a while of walking she noticed smoke from some sort of fire. They also heard noises-people talking, the water lapping against the beach. Maybe this guy was telling the truth afterall.
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Post by Boone on Jan 9, 2007 15:38:57 GMT -5
Hearing the familiar tones converse ahead Booen ran his hand through his hair once more. Hopefully they wouldn't go postal on him, but then, they seemed to do that to each other for no reason at this point in life. Glancing across the sand, his eyes moved to the royal blue of the night's ocean for a moment. If they weren't in a position like this it would be beatiful, a million dollar painting. But no one cared how perfect the scenery was anymore, except maybe Shannon.
Glancing over his shoulder once more as they came within yards of the camp. This would be interesting. But, he didn't know who they were come to think of. He missed out on a lot of what happened mystery wise. He got some of it, but half of it confused him anyway. Like a damn mutant polar bear. Made no sense.
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Post by Jemma on Jan 11, 2007 14:12:19 GMT -5
As Ana came in to sight of people she lowered her gun. The kid was right. She moved the hair out of her face. This had to be real, "Okay. I believe you," she said, "So you were on the plane with these people?" she asked looking around. So many people were here. She glanced at her tailie friends. There were so few of them left now. She wondered how these people survived with those Others lurking around.
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Post by Boone on Jan 11, 2007 15:43:36 GMT -5
He turned to face her once more. His brow raised, but his eye relieived. He nodded to the question. "Yeah, we were on the front of flight 815, headed to LA. Glad that she had lowered her gun, but a hint of total confusion in his eyes. Why did she care, and who were they anyway? They almost all seemed to of been slightly worried, but then, so was everyone in his camp too right? He was worried, Shan was worried, it was just hard no to be with the things that happened on this island.
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Post by Jemma on Jan 12, 2007 14:07:08 GMT -5
Ana hesitated on introducing themselves. She looked back at her friends again before turning back to Boone, "I'm Ana-Lucia. We were in the tail part of the plane. We crashed on the other side of the island," she faced the beach as people started to stop and stare at them, "So this is your camp? Who's in charge?"
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Post by Boone on Jan 12, 2007 19:02:07 GMT -5
Listening intently to her he nodded his head. They all had been doubtful that anyone in the tail had survived, but it was a relief to know that some had. At her next question he sighed, running a hand throuh his hair. "Uh.." Of course, there was Jack who seemed to of jumped on everything as the know it all doctor, but there was kind of a split take over, but, Jack seemed to through carges more than anyone else. Which, Boone had to admit, bothered the hell out of him. "Jack I guess," His eyes peered among the people, wishing that they wouldn't stop and stare. He hated that really. His eyes continuing their search for the doctor.
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