| I Never |
[05 Apr 2005|10:17pm] |
Once night had fallen, I took it upon myself to provide entertainment. I grabbed as many people as I could for a nice, rousing game of 'I Never.' Most of them seemed to be up to it. Robin, Sayid, and Boone were absent, so I grabbed a few of my friends....people the "popular" ones didn't know of. I grabbed my bag of liquor bottles I had talked out of the drink server. Jack seemed to frown upon the fact that I had so many. "It pays to suck up to certain people," I smirked.
I retrieved Kira, Shannon, Charlie, Sawyer, Jack, and Claire from "the popular ones." It would have been much more interesting if Sayid and Robin had been here. Claire got water---claiming she shouldn't be drinking when she was nursing. B.o.r.i.n.g.
The first couple of rounds were quite tame---I've never.....gone skinny dipping......flashed someone....been in love.....had a child.....done it in an elevator....things of that nature.
About the third go around, I decided to spice things up. "Let's see.....I've never.....slept with someone on this island."
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| New Day |
[03 Apr 2005|11:13am] |
{Other post is getting crowded}
Christopher did it again----dark, early morning, he woke up screaming. I hurried him from the hut as to not wake Shannon. I had insisted that she stayed in the hut. We piled clothes up and made her a quite comfortable bed on the sand.
Again, the pattern started---I tried feeding, changing, and bathing Christopher. No such luck. I had to remember, this was normal. Everything was scary for him. I talked to him quietly and rocked him until he had screamed himself tired. He was screaming one minute, his screams died to whimpers, and then he drifted off. I sighed to myself and moved back to the hut. I tucked him into his carrier and tried to resume sleep.
Sleep wouldn't come. The sun was starting to rise, so I walked to the shore and watched it. If we were rescued, I would definately miss this.
I scanned the beach and saw Charlie and Melanie asleep very close to one another....wonder what happened there. Jack and Robin hadn't returned, and neither had Sawyer or Sayid. What the bloody hell was going on?!
I went back to my hut and tried to get in another nap. Who knew what today would bring.
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| Evening |
[01 Apr 2005|08:10am] |
You're a bloody idiot, Charlie. You shouldn't have said anything.
I sat in my sleeping area with my head in my hands. I wanted to run again, but I knew running wouldn't solve my problems. I barely told Claire anything, but it was so much information to her. Yet she doesn't know about the alcohol, the drugs, the parties... Her face... her face after I told her... looked disgusted and confused. I began to feel sick. Sick at myself for what I'd done. The one hundred and twenty four one-night stands, the endless frisky encounters, the drugs...
I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands to try to rid myself of those memories. I felt like I was going to be sick, so I stood up, headed to the bushes, and heaved up the bananas I had eaten earlier. As I sat down, I watched as two girls passed me by and overheard their conversation.
'Should we help him? He looks ill...'
'No, the rock star's probably just got a hangover... some people found the airline liquor... he'll be fine.'
Even out here, on an island in the middle of no where, people still had this image of a rock god.
I leaned back against the tree and waited for the nausea to pass. After a while, my stomach spoke to me again and I grabbed another banana. A few minutes after finishing it, I heaved it right back up. Something wasn't right. Here I was, hungry for the first time in days, and I couldn't hold anything down?!
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[occ: decided to run with his malnutrition as Jack will be gone for a while... >:)]
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| Early Morning |
[30 Mar 2005|07:36am] |
Most of the night went by peacefully.
But, then it started. I was awake the second I felt Christopher get fussy. Then, he started screaming. I grabbed my cover and moved from the hut. I saw Jack sleeping across the hut, and I didn't want to disturb him. I put the blanket over Christopher's head and moved into another hut.
"Ssshhh, mommy's here, don't worry, sweetie," I told him as I walked back and forth. He wasn't settling down.
The screaming continued for hours. I could see the sun start to rise. It had been dark when we awoke, and now the sun was coming up. I was trying to stay calm, but.....I was losing it.
I tried nursing him. He wouldn't do it. I tried burping him, just in case. That didn't work. I got a ragged tshirt, wet it, and gave him a sponge bath. Still screaming. I shreaded a shirt to pose for a cloth diaper and changed him. Still screaming. I was tense, and scared, and I figured he knew it. I tried to stay calm----this was part of nature. This was a new environment for him, and he had to be scared. I held him, I spoke to him, I sang to him, I rocked him, nothing worked.
Then, I began getting worried---it wouldn't be long before he woke someone up. Sure, everyone was giddy for us....until deprived of their sleep. "Christopher, please," I begged as I paced with him. What kind of mother was I?!? I couldn't even comfort my own baby!
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| New Day |
[29 Mar 2005|07:42am] |
I stretched and groaned as sunlight hit my face. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
MORNING?!
I was instantly alert. What time did I drift off?! How long had I slept?! I scanned the hut and saw Jack asleep across from the bed. Oh, god, I had run him out of his own bed---and he needed it more than any of us. I had told him I needed a rest.... Oh dear.
I looked down and saw that I had a pillow and cover. I smiled softly and got up. I was sore and could definately use a hot bath...though that luxury was something I couldn't have just yet. I went over to Jack and eased the pillow under his head and covered him with the cover. I gazed down at him and shook my head before leaving the hut.
Things felt....different this morning. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something felt different.
I made my way over to my area and gathered a few things from my bag---shampoo, soap, a razor, and a full change of clothes. Now....to find an escort...
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[26 Mar 2005|05:32pm] |
{wheeeeee, I love when the entries have tons of comments}
Jack, Robin, Shannon, and I sat around talking a bit as we worked. Sewing the sides went quite speedily. Shannon was eager to help. We sewed the sides together and had her start stuffing them. One of us would sew them closed eventually. The process was going quicker than I expected. Robin and I were working on a third mattress together while Jack was finishing up the second one. Things went faster for Robin and I since we worked together. Shannon seemed a bit distracted, but she plunged herself into filling the mattress....bags, I guess you could call them.
I was proud that Shannon and I had set aside our differences. I found myself smiling when I saw that she was wearing the necklace still.
Keeping busy helped keep my mind from missing Sawyer and the worries of Charlie. Charlie was sweet, but his past....it still scared me to death. And I was still so worried about Sawyer. Out there all alone....
I shook my head a bit---shaking away my worries.
"It looks like these mattresses could hold two people, guys. So I'm guessing we're definately doubling up in the huts?"
{Tags: Jack, Robin, Shannon, & anyone else who wants to come help}
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| Next Morning |
[23 Mar 2005|09:28pm] |
{seems we got frozen, so I'm moving things on--hope no one minds!}
Robin, Jack, Charlie and I accomplished quite a lot before deciding to call it a night. We filled the two canvas bags with stuffing, but it was getting dark, so we decided to wash and dry the next morning.
Damien never returned. I'm guessing he wasn't too eager to see the falls. I thought I saw him with Shannon, but I wasn't sure. Something just wasn't right about him.
Sawyer had yet to return. I really miss him. I keep rereading his letter.
As we were winding down, Charlie went into the plane and gathered all the airline pillows and made me a makeshift bed. It was very sweet of him. My body is aching more and more each day.
I awoke the next morning and noticed that things were quiet. Jack, Robin, and Charlie were still asleep. I finally managed to push myself up and took a walk along the shoreline. I know I walked the length of the beach quite often, but I found it calming. I waded in about mid-calf and just stood there. Despite the environment, I was still able to find peace.
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[21 Mar 2005|01:07pm] |
I woke up with a horrible headache. I stretched and then wiped the sleep from my eyes. Was I drunk again? Yep. Claire and I played I Never... and I got drunk. Bloody hell, what did I say?
I grabbed a clean shirt and headed to the falls to freshen up. After doing so, I headed back to the beach. Some girl was looking at herself in a mirror and I asked to borrow it. I needed to see how my neck looked. I winced a bit when I saw it. I prodded it gently. It still hurt and it still looked horrible. Hard to believe it was only a week ago. I thanked the girl and headed to my sleeping area. I noticed Claire doing something and went over to her.
'Hey,' I said, kneeling next to her. 'I'm sorry about last night.'
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[18 Mar 2005|03:47pm] |
{New post, maybe liven the place up ;) }
Locke, Sawyer, and I had enjoyed a nice crab dinner. Slicing the crab shells were easy due to Locke and his endless knives. They were complete gentleman and gave me the largest crab....the one that nearly killed Locke.
When we returned to the beach, we all parted ways. I believe Locke was off to do some hunting....or building....or something. He seemed preoccupied. Sawyer seemed distracted too. I wondered if it had anything to do with that letter.
I scanned the beach for Charlie. Something told me to apologize to him---I had no right to slap him, despite my anger.
I went to where he had slept and found a note flapping beneath a rock. I eased down and pulled up the paper, unfolding it and reading slowly.
My dear Claire,
I feel the need to apologize again and again. I keep crossing the lines you've drawn, but now I won't. I can most assuredly keep that promise this time. I'm taking a spiritual journey to find myself again. I let my old habits take hold of me again, and I deeply regret taking such actions. You're the only thing I love... so much, it scares me more each day. I've never felt like this for anyone before, but I do understand if you choose to stay with Sawyer. Your kisses meant the world to me. I can't even think of peanut butter without thinking of that kiss we shared. God, how I wish you were mine.
Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. And if I die and you find my remains, burn everything.
Love, Charlie
I crumpled the note in my hand and sighed heavily. I uncrumpled the note and folded it carefully. "Oh, Charlie," I whispered and shook my head a bit. I went to the tent and hid the letter beneath my things. If Sawyer found this letter, he would swear something was going on.
I scanned the beach and saw a pile of bamboo near a table. Someone obviously hadn't gotten too far. I studied the shape of the table and decided to try my hand at it.
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| Mid-Day |
[16 Mar 2005|02:21am] |
{OCC: Gotta set this up before I hit the sack}
Sawyer and I walked hand-in-hand from the falls. It had been a peaceful visit, but he still seemed to scan the area like an armed guard. I just smiled to myself and shook my head a bit. I was positive nothing would ever happen to me as long as I was with him.
The beach seemed to be a buzz when we returned. Melanie, one of the other survivors, practically ran up to me. "Claire, have you heard?!"
"Heard what?" I asked, shaking my head a bit.
"About Charlie and Shannon!" she squealed, bouncing a bit. "They made out in the center of the beach, and he untied her top with his teeth! It was so sexy." Melanie then bounded off and spread the gossip to someone else.
I felt as if I had been hit in the stomach---all the air was knocked out of me. I frowned deeply. He kisses me, causes all hell to break loose, then moves on to Shannon?! Shannon. What was it about that girl?! He was a player!
I turned to Sawyer and took his hand. "I don't know what I ever saw in him," I said quietly. "I'm so sorry for nearly ruining things between us for someone like him." Sawyer simply nodded and smiled a bit. He understood. I wrapped my arms around his waist and stood there a moment, scanning the beach. "Excuse me," I smiled up at him. "I'm about to go pop a bloody rock god's ego." I quickly kissed him and marched to where I saw Charlie rummaging through his bag.
"So, am I invited to the wedding?" I asked. "Oh, that's right, you probably wouldn't wed her anyway. You wouldn't be involved with her that long!" I was infuriated! Charlie was just like every other 'bloody rock god' out there: sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. I nearly blew things with Sawyer while I was merely a point in his scorebook.
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[14 Mar 2005|11:29pm] |
After coming back from the jungle with Boone i simply decided to relax a while outside my tent. It seemed as if i didnt get to do that often enough anymore. Ignoring everyone and everything around me i laid back and relaxed on the sand outside my tent.
Slipping my sunglasses on i closed my eyes and was soon slipping off to sleep
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[13 Mar 2005|01:25pm] |
{Nice and roomy in a new post, lol}
Kira and I slowly made our way back through the jungle and away from the caves. I kept looking skyward and listening for that creature....whatever it was. Kira seemed a bit apprehensive. She kept glancing around and was practically clinging to my arm. "We're almost back to the beach," I whispered and patted her arm.
We both froze as we heard the trees snap again.
We didn't even say anything----we took off running through the jungle as fast as we could, and we didn't stop until we reached the beach, both of us breathless. "Damn that was close," I heaved, leaning over my knees and breathing deep. "You OK?" I asked, looking over at her.
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| Morning |
[12 Mar 2005|08:17am] |
I woke up with a horrible headache. Several people were up, already starting on the days duties. I stretched before reaching for my water bottle. While drinking, I looked up at the tops of the trees. Bananas! About twenty meters away from my sleeping spot! I threw off my blanket, grabbed a knife, and headed over.
'Bloody hell...' I muttered to myself. 'Nothing to grab on to...' I walked around the tree a few times. Tree hugger Charlie. Somebody will call me that if they see me. I'd have to shimmy up the tree to get the bananas. I put the knife in my mouth, hugged the tree and started inching up. It took a good half hour before I reached the top. Grinning, I stuck my knife in one banana so I could eat one. But one lead to another and another. As I was eating the fourth one, Boone walked up.
'What are you doing, monkey boy?' he asked, kicking away the banana peels on the ground.
I made a few monkey sounds and continued eating my banana.
[tags: Boone]
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| Night |
[11 Mar 2005|10:49am] |
{needed a new post, lol}
I glanced around the beach at Kira's comment. Things were finally starting to wind down. Charlie had retired for the night it appeared, Sayid and Robin were doing their thing, Shannon and Locke were doing...something, and Claire and Sawyer couldn't be found.
I grinned over at her. "Not to sound like a complete caveman, but if I cleaned them, you should season and cook them."
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| Evening/Night |
[10 Mar 2005|07:27am] |
{Other post getting a bit crowded}
Sawyer and I made our way back from the caves and parted ways again. He seemed preoccupied by something.
I scanned the beach and noticed that people were splitting off into their little groups. Jack and Kate...Robin and Sayid.... It was kinda sad a bit.
I found myself back at the chairs. Might as well be productive.
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| Afternoon |
[08 Mar 2005|08:17am] |
I must have gone different way to the bamboo without realizing it. I found the tail-end of the plane. I didn't know if anyone had found it, but I remembered its location as I moved to the bamboo. Why hadn't we seen this before? I wondered. After dropping off the bamboo I cut down, I went back to the tail. As I walked inside, the stench of the few remaining bodies overwhelmed me. I coughed. Plugging my nose and mustering up my courage, I walked inside. The sight was depressing as I made my way to the back. I wanted to know if there was any food back here. I saw a storage closet. I tried opening it, but it was locked. 'Come on!' I yelled, kicking it. After several minutes, it opened. To my luck, there was some food. Mostly trays of airplane food, but one thing caught my eye. Peanut butter. A bloody jar of peanut butter. One of the flight attendants must have had a craving for it when she boarded because it hadn't been opened. I grabbed it and several trays and made my way out of the tail.
I literally ran back to the beach. When arriving at my sleeping place, I put the jar of peanut butter in my guitar case to keep it safe. No one was allowed to look in there.
My heart was pounding with glee. Claire had said she was really craving peanut butter. I made a mental note to tell Jack or Sayid about the tail-end. Sawyer didn't need to know, that bloody hoarder. I was just glad I found the peanut butter before he did.
I grabbed my guitar and started playing the Beatles' 'All You Need is Love'.
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[occ: needed a new post... decided this would start things off. XD 'Twas also a previous comment. XD]
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[07 Mar 2005|07:25am] |
The next morning I jerked from a dream.......a dream, more like a nightmare. It was a series of images, though it had a few familiar faces, though not many. It mainly featured that sadistic dark haired man....
I eased from the plane chair and stepped over Sawyer, trying my best not to wake him.
I walked to the shore and stood there for the longest time, desperately trying to make myself remember something.....anything.
Nothing....nothing was coming this morning.
I circled around the camp, and noticed a pile of materials---it looked as if someone had started to make a chair. Kira had said I was starting to make chairs when I was taken.
I settled down near the pile of materials and continued putting them together; there was one practically constructed, so I just followed the model of it.
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[06 Mar 2005|11:13am] |
I stalked off away from Charlie and went to the shoreline.
My head was still spinning from the events of the past week. My mind wandered to what I had told Locke--It's like the plane was forced to crash, and someone is taping these events. Was there ever a quiet moment?
As I stared to the water, my mind started wandering to Ethan.... and how with no thought, I was one of the ones who shot him. The four of us shot him without thinking. We killed him without thinking. How we were turning into savages....
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| Returns (homecoming, lmao) |
[05 Mar 2005|11:06am] |
Jack, Sawyer, Sayid, and Boone lead the way back to the beach. I took in the environment as we walked---trying desperately to remember something. I knew I shouldn't be trying so hard----a watched pot never boils, after all.
I inhaled sharply as we stepped onto the beach. There were so many people around. Several looked up and smiled at me. I returned the smile, shyly, but...
I didn't remember anything.
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| Next Day |
[04 Mar 2005|07:42am] |
The next morning I was the first to wake up. In fact, the sun was just rising, so I stood at the shoreline and watched the sun rise. It's like it was a good omen----Ethan was gone, so everything was going to be OK.
I scanned the beach and saw the others sleeping peacefully. I saw that Kate had returned! I smiled---she and I had a lot of catching up to do.
I had had something on my mind since the night before and decided to start it----all I had was time.
I grabbed the bigger knife Locke had given me and headed for the jungle, unafraid this time. I went to the bamboo patch Jack and Sayid had been hacking from. This knife was no axe, so this would take some time. It took a good hour to gather the materials I needed.
Once back at the beach, I grabbed my bag of vines and a waterbottle.
I glanced at the bamboo and formed the blueprint in my head. The shorter stalks would make the bottom, the medium ones the front legs, and the tall ones could be the back legs and extend to form a back of some sorts.
I dusted my hands off and went to work----binding the small bamboo tightly together side-by-side at each end. I sat on them and added a few more to each end.
I smiled to myself once the seat of the chair was completed. It wasn't the best in the world, but considering the materials, I was thrilled.
I took my knife and began whittling holes in the ends of the stalks to run vines through and tie the seat to what would be the legs.
Finally, quite some time later, I stood back and examined the chair. It looked strong enough---I had doubled up the bamboo and vines in some areas for more support. I took a drink of water and circled it. The real test was sitting in it. I eased into it and just froze----waiting for it to collapse or something. It didn't! I grinned and got out of the chair.
I eyed Jack's tent----he deserved this. I dragged the chair to his tent and set it right outside.
Now, back to square one.
{Tags: Someone to wake up, chatter, and help :D}
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