CRASH {Open! Our 'pilot episode'.}

[David "Mars" Hill]

The turbulence came fast and out of no where. Turbulence usually does, he supposed. Quickly, he made his way back to his seat from the restrooms. He'd have to pee himself this time. Someone was in each of the stalls, or they were just locked, he didn't know, but he couldn't get into any of them. Two rows from his seat, the nightmare had begun. As quickly as possible, David faught to get to his seat, and made it just before the tail end was ripped off. It was like watching a movie about alien invaders trying to abduct a plane. Only, it would seem that they failed at their abduction. Stupid aliens. They need to learn to do a little bit better the next go round. He wasn't sure if he wanted a next go round of this. He closed his eyes the rest of the ride down, imagining he was at some theme park on one of their new roller coasters.

David coughed himself awake, the force of his lungs withdrawing quickly sending sparks of awareness to his sore limbs. He didn't want to open his eyes though. Deep down, he was still hoping to find himself on a UFO surrounded by probes and ugly little green men with anttenni. Unwillingly, they opened. A beach. They crashed on a beach? Please let it be Hawaii. As if he wasn't asking too much already for UFO's. Screams found him. Voices of other people pleading for help. One was pleading for it to end. David took that as a death plea. He was a morbid thinker sometimes, and always thought the worst of a situation, even though he knew the outcome could have a positive one. He coughed again, the shock wave rippling back through his limbs igniting his nerves. Uggh.

Pulling himself up onto his knees, he surveyed his surroundings. Death, death, death. So many dead. So few alive and moving. Where was his positive outcome? Taking in a deep breath, the air scraped against his throat. He needed water. The ocean was over his shoulder. Lots of water. The wrong kind of water. Just makes him more thirsty. But with so much water in the ocean, why not drink from it when you know you have an infinite supply? Positive outcome. As if. He wasn't drinking that foul water. There was no telling what polluted it. Not to mention all the critters and crawlers that lived in the ocean blowing their bowels out every five seconds. I'll pass.

One leg at a time, he began to tackle the art of standing. A bit wobbly at first, but he managed to remain standing. Gah, I feel like I'm two again. Moving his right foot out first, he stepped foward. He brought his left foot in front of him and began to move his weight to it. It didn't take long for his face to hit the sand. Ouch! Gods forbid! A frustrated breath rushed out as he pushed himself back up onto his knees. He must have been an angry baby if just one fall upset him this much. He'd wait for his temper to settle before he tried that again. Looking around again, he called out, Anyone know where we're at?

[Braelyn Massarotti]

[/b] she mumbled, trying to ignore the dizziness. More smoke got caught in the windpipe, and her throat convulsed, trying to reject it. She coughed and coughed, burying her face in Brendon's shirt as he led her away from the crash site. She would probably have a hard time ever speaking to him after basically humiliating herself, but right now she was lightheaded and injured. She deserved to get away with a little embarrassment. "Really nice view," she added, mostly just repeating what Brendon was saying since her brain had mostly shut off for the time being.

Braelyn sat down on the sand with only minor difficulties, and it felt good to have clean air. Trying not to completely topple over in the sand, she squinted down at her pathetically broken arm. She pressed her lips together to surpress a miserable moan, and a woman approached the pair. She was older them them, and probably had some slightest idea what she was doing. Plus, she offered help. "I need to get this on," she explained, looking at the sling Brendon had made her. She'd never broken a bone in her life, and therefore had no idea how to put a sling on.

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[Kate Austen]

Kate watched as the girl sat down on the sandy beach. The beach, it was covered in parts of the wreckage from the plane. Bits everywhere. She checked out her surroundings again. Alot of people where screaming, the fumes where inescapable. Kate knew that she was one of the lucky ones. She had escaped with nothing but a few deep cuts and indents in her wrists from where the handcuffs had been. Also she had one small scrape across her left cheek. Other than that she was unharmed. She watched as a man stood up and tried to walk. He fell down pretty fast. Kate wanted so much to help him at that moment but she couldn't seem to make her legs move towards him. She felt sorry for those who had lost the ones they loved because of horrific nightmare.

Kate brought her attention back towards the girl with the bad arm. She saw the sling that the man was carrying. Kate knew all about how to improvise with slings and all that sort of stuff. She learnt it all when she was on the run. She took the sling off of the man, croushed down infront of the woman, she looked hardlt 20 years old, and held out her hand to let the the girl put her bad arm towards Kate. Kate took the hand gently and wrapped the sling over her head. Then placed her arm through the hole that was made. "There you go. That should do it for now"

[/color] Kate then stood up from her crouched position. She decided to go off and stay away from everyone for abit. The smell of the fumes was starting to go to her head.

Again, Kate couldn't make her legs walk the way she wanted to go. She ended up swaying slightly from not only the heat but the smell of the petrol and gas coming from the plane. She remebered landing and waking up in the Jungle. She was lucky to be alive. The marshall who was escorting her to Los Angeles had flown out of his seat when the plane cartwheeled through the forest. Kate actually felt concern for the poor man. If he was awake there was no doubt he would be in pretty bad shape.

Kate looked down at the girl and made an attempted at smiling. She had no idea what to say. She decided to ask for a name, that might make things easier. "I'm Kate"[/color] She held out her hand for both the boy or the girl to take. As she did this she slowly sat down infront of the two. She had her back to the ocean which was something that she didn't feel all too comfterble with.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Charlie Pace]

They say one should never take a flight feeling restless but for Charlie Pace that was exactly what was happening to him on his way from Sydney, Australia to Los Angeles, USA. They had been in the air for only a few short hours when he began nervously tapping his Drive Shaft ring on the metal of his arm rest. Suddenly he heard a voice, the stewardess asking him some question he could care less about "I'm fine.. thank you"[/color] she didn't move, bloody hell she was a pest, he gave her a weak smile "please."[/color]

Finally she left him but it was done, it was his break point, Charlie quickly got up and began walking down the isle of the plane, pushing past someone "excuse me"[/color] he quickened his pace as he heard the same stewardess call out to him. Tries the door to one of the lavatories, locked, bloody hell he thought before looking up the isle and seeing the stewardess and two men, behind her, walking toward him. Wasting no time Charlie continued walking down the isle, to first class, then the plane shakes, he grabs on to the top of some seats to support himself what the f... he began to think until his mind snapped back to the task at hand.

Past some curtains and into the front of the back of the plain, tries the door to the lavatory on the left, locked, tries to door the right, success, it opens and he quickly walks in, locking the door behind him. Charlie then takes off his shoe with a triumphant grin, there it was the small bag that he longed for, the small bag full of heroin. Then knocking on the door, he quickly put on his shoe back on "just a minute"[/color] he called out. Again with the knock and then again with the reply why is this guy so impatient Charlie thought, not even noticing the shaking of the plane getting worse and worse.

At that moment Charlie put some of the heroin in mouth. The effect hit him like a ton of bricks on the back of the head, he was off with the fairies, feeling dazed but yet oh so great, then the knock on the door again. Charlie snapped out of his dazed slightly, enough to realize his whereabouts, he knew he had to get rid of the bag, he closed his eyes and was raised the bag up to his head thinking bloody hell.. I can't believe I'm doing this[/i], then he dropped it right in the toilet.

Charlie went to flush it when he got violently pulled to room and hit it hard with a loud bang, he quickly pulls the door open and runs out before falling back against the wall. Then as best he could he makes his way to the closest seat possible and puts the oxygen mask on. With a BOOM! Charlie saw the cockpit section of the plane rip off from fuselage, then black.

Charlie regained consciousness when he was underwater, he surfaced as quickly as possible and began to swim to shore as best he could, thanking god for all those swimming lessons when he was younger. He made to shore and began to commando crawl on the sand until he couldn't move any longer, rolling onto his back Charlie took in deep breaths, not wanting to move, nor look around, just in case he didn't like what he saw, and not mention he was still pretty high from the heroin.

[Braelyn Massarotti]

[/b] she mumbled obediently, more out of habit than gratitude. Cracking her eyes open, she saw the woman sit down and introduce herself. "My name is Braelyn." She could say it in French, too. "Je m'appelle Braelyn." And Italian. "Mi chiamo Braelyn." She might have gone on, but the lightheadedness was making her nod off slightly and then she would just be speaking nonsense.

Blinking slowly, she leaned against Kate, resting her head on the woman's shoulder. "Sono stanca," she said. "Sleepy." She was even nice enough to translate into English.

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[Charlie Pace]

Charlie was laying on the sand, on his back, for sometime, after the crash, but as soon as the sky stopped spinning and he felt even the slightest bit sober again he got up, but quickly regretted it, he began to spin around checking out the surroundings, which also made his head spin, first sand and ocean, then debris on sand, then sand and forest and lastly people and debris on sand. "At least we'll never go without any sand" Charlie said, although it was more directed at himself then anyone around him.

After a short while Charlie began to walk more to where everyone was, people were yelling, injured, dying, trying to figure out what the heck was going on but him, he was wondering if his other bag of heroin was alright and when he could get his next fix, the thought actually made him stop in the middle of everyone and look at the horizon. Sure the crash might hit him later but at that moment it was the last thing on his mind, which he knew sucked and was wrong but he couldn't do a thing about it.

[Brandon 'Bee P' Parkin.]

-- Noticing the woman stopping in front of him and Braelyn, he was about to answer her question, when Braelyn did. He'd noticed too, that Braelyn had decided to sit in the sand probably because of the smoke that had now affected Brendon's breathing, as he coughed again. And he couldn't help but laugh slightly when Braelyn repeated his words on the view, which had been a bit of a joke when he said it.

-- Taking little notice when the woman took the sling from him. Brendon was wheezing a little bit from the smoke, which seemed caught in his throat...but he could still breath at least. Picking up an arm rest from the plane, he threw it into the sea, hoping that it would make him feel slightly better. It didn't. The Eighteen year old male watched the woman put the sling on Braelyn and he wheezed a sigh of relief, thankful that somebody knew how to do it. Shortly after the woman placed the sling on Braelyn she told them that her name was Kate. "Brendon." he managed to say before collapsing into a sitting position. Brendon was tired, and he felt very tired, lying back in the sand and closing his eyes. But he knew he couldn't rest for very long.

-- Keeping his eyes closed, Brendon sat up and coughed, expelling some of the smoke that was still making it's way slowly out of his lungs. He opened his eyes to see and hear Braelyn speaking French, then Italian. Smiling he spoke in Spanish "Buenas noches señora". He was a bit dozy as the smoke began affecting him slightly, Brendon hoped he wouldn't pass out. Remembering that they had company, he focused on standing and he did, with a bit of difficulty. Maybe he should put the kettle on? We-Oh wait, on an island right. His eyes where a bit blurry, so he blinked a few times. Kate was lucky the smoke hadn't affected her. "Erm...if you want you can go look after some of the injured. I'll gladly take care of Braelyn for a while. Bit tired might go to bed...Er...forget I said that. Haven't even a pillow..." Brendon could tell he was getting tired, and maybe a bit hyper...he couldn't tell why though...

-- Grasping a handful of sand he began picking little stones from it, blocking out the chaos of the crash, until all the stones were gone from the sand. Braelyn, he'd noticed, was falling asleep on Kate's shoulder. It was quite strange to see a...seventeen maybe....year-old falling asleep on somebody else, but if he had a pillow or maybe even a backpack, he would sleep on it too. But he didn't so he didn't sleep.

[Kate Austen]

Kate listened to the mans name after the womans. So we have a Brendon and Braeylen. They sounded as though they were brother and sister. Kate just shrugged it off. She remembered the water bottle she had in her pocket. She handed it to Brendon. He seemed to need it more than she did. Kate watched as the girl rested her head on Kate's shoulder. She seemed to be falling asleep pretty easily. Kate didn't really blame her. Everyone would be tired, it had been a long day today. She watched as Brendon lay down and then sat back up. One of the people who wouldn't be able to sleep. Kate watched the ocean then. It seemed the sun was starting to set.

She heard Brendon say that Kate could go and help some others. Kate was sure he could look after Braelyn, but she was already alseep on Kate's shoulder. Kate didn't really want to move her. Kate stayed looking out towards the ocean. Rescue should be here soon. Hopefully they wouldn't have to sleep all night. She then turned around to look at Brendon. "So how do you two know each other?"

[/color] Kate was only being polite. But all the smiles had gone from her face. The only good thing that came from this crash was that she had escaped. She had escaped from the marshall that was dragging her back to Los Angeles. She didn't have to think about running again untill she knew where she wanted to go.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Yuuki Gray]

Yuuki had abruptly woken from her nap when the plane had hit turbulence. It took her a few minutes to realize what was happing. She heard a loud noise and was to afraid to look behind her. She could tell that this wasn't good, as she looked around she could see people who were up hurrying back to their seats as the plane shook. Then everything went black.

Who knows how much later she woke up she could hear people but only a dull noise. As she laid there the voices became louder as she became more aware what was happening. She still hadn't been able to realize the plane crashed as she sat up. She looked around "Ichi izuko asoko orera" (Where are we?)she said aloud, even though she hadn't lived in Japan since she was little she found talking in Japanese made people less likely to talk to here. She glanced around. She could see people now as her vision cleared. Her head was pounding.Yuuki glanced down to where her head was; a medium sized rock sat where her head had been some blood on it. She felt the side of her head. I must have hit it on the rock she thought to her self quickly looking away from the blood. She hated how it looked, felt, and smelled.

She slowly stood up one hand on her head. She had fallen close to the tree line so she braced herself against one of the trees. She didn't know what to do after that, she looked to the people wondering what they were all going to do.

[Jake Cowan]

Jake took another sip of his whiskey sour and could feel it soothing him off to sleep. He didn't notice a few flight attendants, well a couple anyway give him a second look as they passed. He wasn't the best looking but he knew he often caught the eye of a few, but his mood was so grim that everything around him passed his attention.

He was dressed in loose black jeans, a black eyehategod band t-shirt and black skater shoes. His brown eyes carried a trace of his fatigue, of the pain that was mentally assaulting him at that moment. A simple black wrist watch was on his left wrist. Tattoos were very visable on his arms, a black ink celtic knot over his right forearm, a bio mech style skull with the pashto word for survival on his left forearm.

"There are so few of us left...or that i know anyway", he thought to himself about the recent funeral of his friend. He had few over the years and he held them close, and so it hit him hard when he got the phone call. Now he was going to be headed back to his solitary life, his plain existence and though he wouldn't want to go back to his past at the moment; a part of him did.

He missed sometimes the rush of adreniline and didn't know why.

He glanced around for a moment and nodded off to sleep, dreams of his past floating through his mind.(see flashback post) He jerked as an explosion in his dream matched something going on in real life. He heard screams, saw people scatter and panic and knew it was for real.

His thoughts were swept away from him as he hit his head on the cabin ceiling above him and went into darkness.

A little while later..

Rising out of the water he spit what little entered his mouth out. He glanced around and hearing the screams blinked the sleep from his eyes. He raised an eyebrow as an section of the turbine exploded...and he thought he saw someone sucked into it. "Whoa..", he thought not the deepest of thoughts but his demeanor was a little off at the moment.

He glanced at his watch it looked like it still worked but the time seemed way off.."Weird..its been pretty good to this point", he thought as he looked over and saw a Japanese woman leaning against a tree and clutching her head. "She's bleeding..not too bad but what about concussion?", he pondered to himself out of past experiance.

He walked over and waved to her, wondering how well this conversation would go. after all, it was an akward situation.

"Hello..if you don't mind me asking..are you okay?", he looked over to the wreckage and those trying to scavenge their lthings and frowned for a moment. "Where the hell are we?", he thought and then looked back at her and finished,

"Can i help you with anything..prehaps we can go look for your stuff", he said.

He wasn't ussualy that talkative but he hadn't much better to do, and to be honest it was proably advisable to not go to the plane by himself.

[Emmeline Tyler]

Up until the crash, the flight had been quite normal and uneventful for the auburn-haired eighteen-year-old. Traveling with one of the guys--Paul--from her marine biology class who was on his way to the same summer program as herself, Emmeline had spent the flight chatting with her companion, reading, and writing in her journal. (The last of which only took place when Paul was asleep, of course.) Emma hadn't seen her family for two years now, since each summer she'd ended up getting an internship in Australia, and had thought it pretty pointless to fly all the way back to the States for a week, then back to Australia, so when she'd been given the opportunity to work in LA for the summer, she'd jumped at the chance, and her aunt and brother had promised to come meet her at the airport. Paul had never been outside of Australia before, and was finding everything Emmeline commented on about the US fascinating, and at the time that the first wave of turbulence hit, they were discussing what sight-seeing places to go on the weekends.

The first jolt threw Emma forward, her seatbelt catching her and keeping her in her seat, the sharp, unpleasant belt cutting into her lower torso with an all-too-familiar discomforting squeeze. Her breath catching in her throat, she tried not to panic as her fingers tightened around her journal in a vice-grip, more for the sake of holding something than anything else. She must have failed miserably in her attempt at feigned stoicism, for Paul patted her shoulder and commented that everything would be fine, his reassuring voice quickly cut off as the plane shuddered again, and seemed to snap in pieces as though it was a twig. A flying piece of luggage struck Paul sharply in the head, and Emma let out a cry of shock.

Everything after that seemed to be a blur, and Emmeline couldn't remember how it came to be that she was standing outside of the plane on some beach, her journal still clutched in her hands as though it could only have been pried away with a crowbar. There was blood on her shirt, soaking the sleeve and spilling onto the bodice of the shirt, but Emma didn't know whose blood it was...It could have been Paul's, or some other person from the plane's, or it could have been hers, but she was too shaken to have the sense to look and see. Sea. There was the sea, they were on a beach. The broken section of the plane was right there, right in front of her. People were screaming, crying, begging for help, but Emmeline couldn't find any voice to let her join in the panicked shrieks.

So she just stood there, rooted to the spot, shaking. A man near her fell onto the sand, asking if anyone knew where they were. Or rather, where they were 'at.' Had this been a normal circumstance, she doubtless would have corrected his grammar, telling him not to end a sentence with a hanging preposition. As it was, she shook her head 'no,' opening her mouth to respond. It took her a try or two to be able to form words "I...I don't know..." She replied, barely above a whisper. She either had the best luck in the world, or the worst. She'd officially survived both a car crash, and a plane crash, but in both instances the person sitting next to her had died. What, was she cursed or something?

Still staring at the scene unfolding in front of her, Emmeline's hazel eyes landed on a blond man who seemed to be in the same state of shock as her--standing and not moving, that was--but he seemed to be quite oblivious to what was going on around him, and wasn't standing in a very good place on the beach. "Hey--hey, you should move." She called over, now that she'd gotten her vocal chords back, she was desperate to do or say anything that would prevent her from just screaming.

[Yuuki Gray]

Yuuki looked at the man who walked over to her, she didn't say anything as he waved at her. He was going to talk to her she just knew it. "I'm fine" She said with a thick accent. She figured speaking with a really heavy accent was just as good as speaking Japanese. She didn’t really want to talk but she figured she would have to being on an island with a people not being able to slip away like she could do in the real world. Her stomach felt un easy from the blood she hated it, the feeling of it warm and sticky on the side of her head. She hated the smell of it and everything about blood made her stomach turn upside down.

She looked at him “Why would you want to help?” she asked her accent almost gone, she was good at speaking English she had spoken it since she was eight. The only reason she spoke in Japanese or with the accent was to be left alone. People didn’t want to deal with her when she pretended to speak broken English. She put her hands at her side so she didn’t have to feel the blood. She glanced at the water thinking whether or not she should go wash her self off.

She wondered why the guy would want to help her, why take the effort to help someone you didn’t even know. She looked around at the other people who were around the crash. She didn’t know why the plane crashed or what really happened.

[Jake Cowan]

Jake watched her body language as much as what she actually said and though he couldn't quite pin it, he caught a little of the undertone. "Okay, be civil here, take it easy...it may be as much shock as the nature of who your dealing with", he thought remembering situations in his past life; helping an injured person to only have them scream at him, curse him and such.

He also in a part understood her need for what seemed like solitude prehaps; he himself was a similiar person. It was a habit of his thought to band together with others to help during a crisis.

The tattooed man looked out to the water and thought over his words a little before speaking, "You may have a concussion, or not", he spoke and paused a minute before continuing on.

"I saw you from over there..and old habits lead me to not pass over an injury", he paused another second deciding he hadn't revealed too much.

Others always wanted him to go into his past, and though he wasn't ashamed at all of it; he didn't like speaking of it often if at all. It brought back uncomfortable memories, and they never understood, they never really did. You could see it in their eyes; the disconnect of a civilian. They either thought it was like the movies, or despised you for something they could never understand. or try to.

He wasn't angry about this, he just took the wise decision to avoid it when possible. It was like explaining rocket science to helen keller. it could be done but it would take a while.

He chuckled inwardly at this thought and finished speaking,

"Also to be honest, im a little wary of strolling over to that wreck and getting my stuff by myself..it could take forever, safety in numbers as well; but at the least you should let me check your wounds, see what i can do to help".

He had a good amount of knowledge in first aid and wound treatment. He hadn't liked using it in the past, because it meant it was a life or death matter at that point. However this didn't seem that bad, a light concussion at worst. It fell under his knowledge easily this incident,concussions,punctured lungs,sucking chest wounds,tourniquets,etc,etc.

He waited.

[Yuuki Gray]

"If you must" she said with a sigh, she would have to be a little friendly at least since they were trapped on what looked like a beach some where. "My head just hurts that is all" she added as under her breath.

She looked over to the wreak, and smirked at his comment about him not wanting to go over alone. The small Japanese women yeah that really helps. She hadn't thought about her stuff that was on the plane. She didn't have much but now that it had occurred to her she figured she should at least go look for her cloths

She still could feel the blood on the side of her face, it was drying which was making it more noticeable at least the feeling. She looked down at her hand and saw the blood again. She felt her head get a little light and sank to the ground slowly. She hated the blood at it was getting to her.

[Jake Cowan]

Jake observed her silently shrugging off what seemed an offhand reply, he got the gist of it and wasn't concerned too much. He couldn't help his better nature, and it wasn't an uncommon response. He looked at her head wound as she looked at her hand and he frowned. "Well not too bad..no cracks or such..but a concussion isn't seen but rather observed". He saw her sink to the ground slowly and took a knee, so as to meet her gaze for a moment. A look of concern etched on his features though out of habit..reflex, instinct or whatever; he kept looking around and noting in changes in the enviroment around them.

He spoke clearly and slowly in case fatigue or stress took the better of her perceptions, "Give me a moment..and lets see what we can do about this". He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a green bandanna. He had it during his trip in case of emergencies..spills..whatever and out of habit. He unfolded it, folded part of it and watching her for any sudden sign of disapproval tied it on head gently keeping the surface area of it small and not too tight on her head.

"That'll cover it from infection from now..but lets hope there is some iodine or something in an aid kit on the plane..".

He noticed her wavering and frowned, hesitating for a moment with a quick touch he lifted her chin and made sure her gaze locked with his, he made sure she did not look at her hand. He withdrew his hand just as quickly, making his concerned intention clear.

"Nevermind the blood..most times it always looks worse then it is..trust me..ive some experience", he paused and then continued,

'Now a quick test before we chase down our stuff..or i chase down mine or whatever..and i see if i can find you something to clean that up..", he made sure she stayed awake, keeping his voice firm and even yet loud enough to keep her interest,

"Tell me at least in part, your first name, todays date, or day and what year it is", as he spoke he moved his finger across her vison quickly watching her track it out of reflex for a moment.

"Good, no obvious signs of dilation yet..no clear fluid leaking from skull, eyes or nose..so no fracture...or brain damage", he thought to himself breathing a quick sigh of relief. However he couldn't let her go to sleep if it were a concussion at all.that made things much worse...he finished speaking after this and watched her quietly,

"Stay up a bit, if you feel like going with me to the plane all you have to do is tell me what to look for and keep an watch for anything unusual or change in activity i should know..so thats up to you".

He turned his gaze outward keeping an look on her from the corner of his eyes but starting to observe his surrounding. Just like that he started scanning the area like old times, starting at the ground, then higher and higher then on to another area.

"Where the hell is this?", he wondered the surreal situation taking hold of him at last, "Wish id had a gun on my baggage", he thought knowing all he had tucked away was his buddies old kbar, his clothes, some old military camos that was left to him as well(they wore the same size...his friend family had refused to keep them)), his dress uniform and some books and other misc items.