what once was lost, can now be found (LOST RPG)

[loekie]

Buffy sighed. Great.. now she was also sent halfway across to world to try and stop a apocalypse. Why couldn’t they ever think of anything new? She walked the streets of Sydney. She had stopped the ‘end of the world’ as she had done 4 times already. The 18 year old girl looked around her hotel-room. She had spent 14 years in LA, and so the big city didn’t bother her. She actually enjoyed it… Ever since moving to Sunndydale with her mother a 4 years ago she had missed the hustle and bustle of the city. She sighed as she packed her bag. Tomorrow she’d be getting back home. Back to the hellmouth… back to the fighting vampires and demons every night. She stood in-front of her window staring out at the city below. She sighed. Things had been so hectic lately. She’d started college, Angel had left her, her mother had died, and to top it all of, Faith had awoken from her coma making a success dash to freedom. Sure Buffy realized that Faith was just simply a very, very troubled girl with an even more troubled past… but that didn’t excuse what she did… She sighed wondering where her fellow slayer could be.

The tiny blond sighed “damned” she muttered under her breath. She had tried everything in her power to help the brunette slayer. Had even roped in Giles and Angel to help, only to have it ruined by that fucking watcher-council. The blond shook her head.. this was just marvellous. She headed out into town to see if there was any vampire trouble. She walked the streets of the strange town looking around her green eyes scanning the area. She turned a corner that lead into a dark alley where a young man was held pinned against a wall by another.

Buffy sighs poking her head around the corner “Hey, what’s going on?” she asked innocently.

The guy turned his head as the boy looked at her as well.

“Help me! Call the police!” he yelled.

“Get outa here girl” the bigger one ordered.

Buffy now fully turned the corner “You guys havin' a fight? 'Cause, you know, fighting's not cool” she said ignoring both of the requests.

The man pinned against the wall swallowed “Get out of here” he tried again.

The other now fully turned to Buffy “No, she wants to stay. I don't mind a little appetizer” he smiled evily.

The small girl walked towards them “Have you ever heard of the expression ‘biting of more then you can chew’?” she asked a small frown on her face.

The man shakes his head frowning as well. What was this stupid bint doing?

“Okay, uhm… how about the expression ‘vampire slayer’?” the blond asked.

“What the hell are you talking about?” the man retorted narrowing his eyes.

Buffy raised an eyebrow “Wow, never heard that one. Okay. How about ‘Oh god my leg, my leg’?”

The man changes into vamp-mode and lunges at the girl, but she’s ready. They fight, but Buffy soon grabs the vampire by the arm and kicked the back of his legs breaking them.

“Oh god, my leg, my leg” he moaned.

“See?” the girl smiled innocently “now, we’re communicating”. The vampire lunges back to his feet, grabbing Buffy by the arm slamming her against a wall. She quickly recovers though and stakes him leaving nothing but dust. She shrugs “been a long time since I met one that didn’t know me”. She turned to go, paused and turned to the boy cowering in a corner. “you should go home” she insisted before continuing her way. The boy scrambles to his feet “how’s you do that?” he stammered. Buffy shrugged “It’s what I do”.

“But… you’re just a girl…”

“That’s what *I* keep saying” the tiny blond sighed melodramatically before leaving. The rest of the night went by without much trouble.

The next day she finds herself stranded on a deserted island as the plane had crashed. She narrowed her eyes as she quickly jumped up. Yeah she was injured, but it didn’t bother her… she was used to quit a bit more and she rushed to people sides, getting them out of danger… as what seemed to be a doctor tended to them…

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Sawyer was hauled into a police station thrashing, kicking and fighting

“It was his bottle -- I just gave it back to ‘im!” he yelled drunkenly “Yo, Croc Hunter -- how come nobody wants to hear my side of the story?!” he continued his tirade as he is dragged towards the holding-cell area.

A few days later Sawyer is in a police station in Sidney standing in front of a desk, an other man behind it.

“You remember me? 3 nights ago? You were hauled in here thrashing and fighting. As you were being escorted by you kicked my desk. And you broke my mug” he asked.

The blond man simply shruged “nice kids” he smirked

“Sadly for you, breaking my mug was not the most significant mistake you made that evening” the other continued undeterred.

“C'mon, Doctor, I got into a bar fight. Isn't that a badge of honor in this country?” the blondes southern drawl filled the air again.

“Do you know who you head-butted in that bar? You head-butted the Honorable Warren Truss, Minister of Agriculture, Fisheries, and Forestry. One of the most important...” the other simply explained.

“He head-butted me” Sawyer countered.

“We have witnesses he did no such thing” the officer shrugged.

The blond rolled his eyes “Of course” he sighed.

“You think this is funny, James?” the guy opened a file folder “James Ford, assault, wire fraud, identity theft, bank fraud, telemarketing fraud...”

Sawyer’s sea-colored eyes darken dramatically. He hadn’t been called ‘James’ in almost 10 years… and quit frankly, he just wasn’t that person anymore… “This going someplace?” he almost spat his eyes still narrowed dramatically.

“You're a blight, a stain, a scavenger. You're a conman who prays on the weak and the needy. Tell me something, James, how do you live with yourself?” the policeman asked.

“I do just fine” he hissed.

“Do you? You're not even worth what it would cost us to incarcerate you which is why you're being deported. Your plane leaves this afternoon. And, James, don’t think about setting foot in Australia again”

“Don't you worry, I ain't ever coming back here” Sawyer promised.

“Best not mate” the other warned.


Sawyer sighed as he pushed himself of off the sand. He sighed. He should have kown… anything that could have gone wrong in his life pretty much had. If he’d ever get his hand on that Hibbs he’d…. The blond guy took a few deep breaths before taking in everything around him… great… he was stuck on this god-forsaken place with a bunch of kids and losers. Could things get any worse? He searched for his cigarettes and lit one taking a deep drag. He rose to his feet and started collecting whatever he could use. Luggage, cigarette packages, liquor bottles, books, just anything that could seem useful. The conman even ransacked the plane running into the doctor of the island. He really had to restrain himself… damn goody two-shoes righteous b*astard…

He went hid his stash and simply made himself a shelter with a blue tarp and casually leant against it with a book reading. You really couldn’t tell by the looks of him, but the southerner loved to read… it had always been an escape for him ever since he was a little boy.


((I hope you like it… if not… don’t be afraid to tell me and I’ll change it…))

[myra1990]

((My post for jack is longer than Kates but oh well.................Also i have to go for now but may be on later ))

Kate Austen sighed as she sat in her cell. She had finally been caught. She thought back to the day she had killed him...How she had been sitting the house when he had come back drunk as usual. how she had helped him into his bed and how he had grabbed her telling her she was beautiful She felt sick just thinking about him. Then a small smile could be seen on her face as she remembered the explosion. She sighed and sat back on the so called bed.
She sighed soon she would be back in LA and in jail. And all because her mother had cared more about that now good lay about than her.
Looking around she smirked almost laughing. Ironic really that she had finally been caught by the cop she had gotten away from. Running her hand through her wavy brown hair she stood up and walked over to the cell door. Banging on it loudly she waited for a police officer to come.
"What?" the man said as he came to the door
"Any chance of something to drink?" she asked through the small opening.
The police officer nodded and went to get her a cup of coffee. When he came back she thanked him and sat back on her bed sipping it contently.

The next morning she woke as the door to her cell opened. Sitting she smirked as Mars entered the cell.
"Lets go" he said walking over to her and grabbing her arm. She sighed and stood as he grabbed her yanking her arm from his grasp.
"Do you mind?" she said curtly but he just grabbed it again.
As they made they're way to the airport no one said much. Just random chit chat.
She was quickly escorted onto the plane before the other passengers and waited for the plane to take off.

The next thing she knew Kate was waking up in the jungle. He hands where stuff cuffed together so looking around he found something to remove them. When she finally removed them she started looking around. Coming into a clearing she found a man who was cut and was trying to sew it back up . He introduced himself as Jack. "Kate" she said in reply before reluctantly setting about sewing his wound .

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Jack Shepard sat on the end of the bed in his hotel room. He had his head in his hands and sighed deeply. He couldn't believe his father was dead. He looked up as someone knocked on the door….
“Who is it?” he said getting up and walking towards the door
“Room service” the voice on the other side said. He sighed and opened the door allowing the man come in with a tray. He told him to just put it on the bed and gave the man a $20 tip. He closed the door and walked over to the mini bar grabbing several bottles of whisky. He then grabbed a glass and put a few cubes of ice in it before pouring the whiskey on top. Taking a large gulp he walked back over to the bed and took the lid of the tray off revealing a large medium rare steak and mashed potatoes. He looked at it for a few minutes then pushed it to the side. He lay down putting his drink on the bedside table and fell asleep quickly.

He woke after several hours of uneasy sleep and looked at his watch. 5:30am he sighed and got up taking a shower and dressing he picked up his bag and left his hotel room. Calling for a cab at the reception desk he stood outside and waited for it.

He arrived at the airport several hours before he was supposed to so headed to the bar where he ordered several drinks and chatted to a rather beautiful woman. When the plane finally arrived he took his seat and waited for it to take off.

Next thing he knew he was lying on his back in the middle of a jungle. Hearing something he turned his head and a golden retriever ran past. Wondering where he was he sat up causing a huge bolt of pain to surge through his body. He dragged his self up using a thin tree trunk and put his hand in the pocket of his suit jacket pulling out a miniature bottle of vodka. Placing it back in his pocket he looked around. Where am I? he asked himself. He ran through the trees the pain almost blinding him until he came to a beach. It was not long before he heard screams of pain and horror and as he walked around a small huddle of trees he saw it. The plane he had entered a few hours previous. A wreck with people around either dead, dying or injured. He walked past a large part of carnage and shielded his face from the blast of heat. As he walked through the wreckage people helping the injured walked past him trying to get them safely away. He covered his ears as the noise of the still running engine became to much to bear. Not knowing what to do he looked around at the other passengers who where trying to get to safety. Taking in his surroundings he collected himself and ran into the middle of the confusion and began helping people. He quickly ran over to a man trapped under a large piece of the plane and tried to pull it off him but couldn’t do it by himself so recruited some others who where around. When they got the man free he was about to stop the bleeding in the mans leg but saw a pregnant woman screaming so telling the other men to pull the injured man to safety he ran over to the woman. She told him she was having contractions but before he could do anything the engine of the plane blew up. After everything calmed he looked around noticing some one performing CPR wrong so he called for help from someone standing by the wreckage.
“Hey….What’s your name?” the man asked
“Jack !” he shouted. He ran over to the guy who was doing CPR and took over telling him he wasn’t doing it right. Finally the woman pulled through and he told her to take deep breaths. Then he heard a sort of loud groaning and looked around seeing part of the plane was about to fall on the pregnant woman and the guy who had helped. He quickly ran towards them shouting for them to move. He got to them and pulled them to safety before it fell but it caused another loud explosion which in turn caused them to fall to the ground with immense force. Finding out she was ok he told the large man to once again remain with her.

After the other survivors were reasonably safe Jack rummaged through the wreckage and found a sewing kit which he snuck into the jungle. Sitting in a clearing he took off his jacket and shirt and looked at his cut which was situated in the middle of his back. he threaded the needle but knew that he couldn’t sew himself back up. Just then a woman stepped into the clearing rubbing her wrists.
“Excuse me?” he called out to her. She turned and looked at him “Did you ever use a needle” he asked
“What?” she replied and he repeated the question
“I made the drapes in my apartment” she answered looking confused
“That‘s great” he said “Listen…Do you have a second I could use a little help here” she walked over reluctantly
“Help with what?” she asked and he showed her his cut. Noticing the look on her face he said
“Look I‘d do it myself I‘m a doctor but I just can‘t reach it” She protested several times but finally gave in. He introduced himself and she told him her name was Kate.