The Search

[Evangeline McKinley]

[Note: This thread starts out on the North Beach, but as it will lead into the searching-for-the-cockpit mini-plot, I'm going ahead and posting it here. Open to all who want to go on a couple-hour trek into the forest in search of the cockpit. Oh! And if there's anyone who wants to adopt the surviving pilot as a character, and have him live, let me know. Otherwise he'll be an NPC, and die pretty soon.]

Evangeline felt like hell rolled up in salami and beaten with a baseball bat. She also might have been ever so slightly delirious. She'd barely gotten an hour or two of sleep last night, after running herself ragged all the day before. There were just so many people wounded, so many people in agony, so many people dead, beyond her help.. On the plus side, she'd been so busy taking care of the injured, she hadn't had time to really stop and take in the whole situation. She'd just clicked into Dr. McKinley mode.

She had woken with the sun, aching all over, the long, thin cut on her back throbbing dully. She didn't think it was that deep, though, so she'd splashed some water over it, and cleaned it the best she could, then left it alone.

Evey twisted the top off of a bottle of water, and took a long gulp of the lukewarm liquid. It soothed her parched throat, though, and that was all she cared about. She'd already gone to check on the worst off cases, and did what she could for them. If rescue didn't get there soon, though, she wouldn't be able to do anything for some of them.

Leaning down slightly, Evangeline examined herself in a window of the plane, carefully keeping her gaze focused on her reflection, and not on the bodies inside. Last night she'd checked them over for pulses. A couple had been alive. Too many were not. Evey reached a hand up and tried to finger-comb her long hair, attempting to turn it from "utter mess" to merely "attractively tousled". Stupid, worrying about her hair at a time like this. But the effort distracted her ever so slightly from the devastation around her, so she figured that was alright.

[Brandon 'Bee P' Parkin.]

-- Brendon's first night had been the worst in his life. Along with being a Known Insomniac, among his friends and family at least, he had been worrying about his parents and little brother. They had been in first class as Brendon went to the toilet. Quite tragic really, but Brendon learned somehow to cope with bad news. But he didn't know if it was bad news quite yet...

-- So anyway, being an insomniac meant that he had trouble sleeping and combined with the circumstances Brendon had not slept a wink. He had been walking around the beach in the dead of night until early in the morning, where he had decided to do something to occupy his time, so he spent his time making a make shift bed. Grabbing a row of three chairs, he pulled them to where he'd decided to make a house one day, and left them there while he retrieved another row of three. Perfect...a make shift bed. He wouldn't be using it this morning though.

-- As the sun began to shine brightly on the island Brendon was sitting in the sand, taking handfuls then letting the sand slip through his hand. Brendon just plain couldn't sleep...and the worst thing was that he knew it. As people started waking up he began wondering how the remaining survivors would spend this day. But Brendon didn't really care. As Brendon spotted a woman playing with her hair, he decided he might as well see what she was up to...maybe she was making her hair up to do something important? Maybe not...

-- Walking toward the woman looking in the mirror he put a smile on his face, his muscles not used to moving like this. As he saw himself appear in her mirror Brendon stood where he was. "Howdy. Getting ready for a date?" He joked as he grinned.

[Evangeline McKinley]

As Evangeline pushed some stray strands of hair out of her face, movement caught her eye and she saw a man's reflection appear beside hers in the plane window. She gave a thin, tired smile, then explained wryly, ”Trying to feel less like a train wreck and more like a competent human being.”

She considered dumping the remainder of her water bottle over herself, to wash away some of the sweat that had coated her skin during the nonstop rigors and stresses of the day before, but decided against it. They would have to be careful to conserve their fresh water. They had no way of knowing if there was a fresh water source on the island, or when rescue would reach them.

Turning away from the window, she walked away a few steps, then stopped and looked up at the sky, as though by sheer force of will she could summon the cavalry, which she envisioned as big red helicopters with the words “RESCUE IS HERE” emblazoned on their sides in tall black lettering. No such luck. She brought her steel gray-blue gaze down to the ocean, surveying the horizon, but there were no silhouettes, nothing even remotely shaped like a boat. The ocean had never seemed flatter or vaster to her before.

Evangeline drew in a deep breath, and trying to pretend that the scent of the salty air was soothing, and then let it out slowly, before turning to face Brendon and asking, for what felt like the millionth time in the past day, ”Are you injured anywhere?”

[Kate Austen]

Kate woke up nice and early. She hadn't slept much. She had been pretty close to the doctor, Jack, his name was. She had slept on part of the wing of the plane on a pillow. Definatly not the best of places. She sat up and let her eyes adjust to the light around her. The sun was already hot. She found the water bottle she had left from last night. It was half full. She took a swig and then stood up. She took one more swig and then put the lid back on the bottle. She walked over to the fusalage. She had a hair band on her wrist so she used that to tie up her hair in a messy bun. She looked around. A few people where already up and moving. No doubt that they didn't have a good night's sleep either. Some where still sitting around the signal fire. Why hadn't rescue come yet?

Kate unscrewed the lid of her water bottle and downed the contents. She was just too thirsty in the heat. She then saw two people having a discussion. One looked all serious and buisness type, that was the woman. The other looked like he was trying to have a joke with her. Kate walked past them incase they were having a private discussion. She saw Jack had still not woken, either that or he had already started to help the wounded. She rubbed her wrists automatically. They stung alot from the sand and salt but they would heal soon enough.

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[Claire Littleton]

[Remember, unless someone claims him, Jack isn't really here. And if someone does claim him, they might choose for him to have completely different relationships with all of the survivors. So it's best to regard unclaimed canons as very, very background NPCs. This way it allows people who don't watch LOST to have as much fun on here as people who do. Just a quick FYI! ;D]

[Charlie Pace]

Charlie looked around as he woke up, sure his vision was blurry and he pretty much collapsed around a mess of trees, thanks to heroin he took late the night before, but he could still tell that there was no rescue boat loading people on like he had hoped and dreamed, he began to look between the trees for a certain girl he had seen before he crashed away from the rest of the 'camp' but gave up when he realized what he was doing, what the hell.. I'm not a stalker he thought to himself.

Charlie got up with a sigh and walked out of the canopy of trees and towards everyone, he began to look around and saw two people having a discussion and a girl walking past them, acting like she wasn't eavesdropping although Charlie would have bet his one-hit-wonder carer that she was. He began to make his way over in that direction but then he then saw her, the pregnant girl from yesterday, he couldn't help but keep his gaze on her, as he continued walking, that was until he tripped over someone, a rather big someone with long hair.

Looking back at the big fella Charlie put a hand up "sorry mate"[/color] he said before getting up. He then looked around for the girl again but couldn't see her anywhere, for pregnant woman she's rather fast he though, although then again he hadn't know many pregnant girls in his lifetime maybe they're all fast he thought. Charlie began to focus again on the two people and the girl who had walked past them earlier.

Quickening his pace he made it over to the two people but continued walking past them, also eavesdropping but only catching something about injuries. He made his way over to the woman who walked past them and stood beside her, he smiled at her softly heya.. beautiful isn't it[/color] Charlie said as he looked up at the sun which was a bad mistake as it brought on an instant headache.

[Kate Austen]

Kate was standing out watching the sunrise. It seemed like a good idea. The people behind her she now drowned out. It probablly wasn't the best idea to eavesdrop when you don't know them. She had met Brandon last night but that was about it. The sun rising wasn't as pretty as the sun setting. Standing on the beach you could watch both the sun rise and the sun set. It was slightly amazing. Kate was watched the ocean more than the sun though. She loved the sound of it, it was slightly soothing. Of course the camp was almost compltely quiet. People who didn't want to move around and face the day. Small things that people couldn't do because they were either scared to. Then people would be just plain bored. Kate thought about what she would do today. She had no idea just yet.

Kate turned suddenly when someone spoke to her. It was someone she had seen but never talked to. He was around alot, just wondering in and out of the skirts of the forest. Kate never really thought twice of it. Maybe he had a bladder problem? Hey....Beautiful, isn't it? He had said. She smiled and nodded her head. She had a veiw like this. Well she used to anyway. Where her dad lived there was always the sun rise on the beach. That was when she was old enough to stay up all night and wait for it. She turned to look at the man. He was small with blonde hair. "Yeah. It was alot like the sunset last night"

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Kate checked out her surroundings once more. There were plenty of people that were still hurt but alot of them had been restored yesterday. Kate had lost her watch in the plane wreck but she didn't really care. Time didn't mean anything here. She went back to looking out into the ocean. She would be bored today if there was nothing more to do.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

[David "Mars" Hill]

David climbed out of his makeshift accommodations. It was nothing more than a broken chair that laid flat. He used a sheet of metal as a canopy, rather badly put up with uneven metal beams he managed to find. Looking around, those who managed to survive the night were stirring around. He didn't know where to start, or what to do. Stretching, he let out a long yawn. Not the kind of sleep he wanted, but he managed to get a couple of hours sleep.

He thought everything would get better, but it only seemed to be getting worse. Especially the air of depression and panic drifting with the now diluted smoke. Measuring his steps, he walked down to the shore to wash up before an eventful day of sitting and waiting, and waiting and sitting. So much fun! Looking around, he noticed something. Mostly everyone was in pairs. Wasn't this lovely. Everyone was here in pairs, but here he was, alone. Seemed that was how it usually was for him. Surrounded by people, but always alone. A contradiction in itself, but he was one big, walking, talking contradiction. Wasn't he?

Shrugging the thought off, he took off his flip-flops and waded into the water, careful not to get his shorts wet. He'd venture off later to fully enjoy the water and get as clean as humanly possible for the situation. Wonder if anyone has any soap? Jerking his shirt off, he held it in the water. Satisfied it couldn't absorb any more water, he pulled it up and wrung it out. It would get hot out here on the beach. He'd start it out right and keep his shirt wet to keep his body from over heating...hopefully. If all else fails, he'll just make his grand escape into the forest.

He would be loving this, if it wasn't for the fact that he was actually forced to be here. He wiped what sand and dried blood was still on him careful not to rub any cuts or scrapes too hard. This would all be over soon. Tomorrow, he'll be in his loft in Las Vegas and back on the streets partying the nights away as was his usual.

[Evangeline McKinley]

[As Brendon doesn't appear to be posting, I'm going to go ahead and post..]

A pregnant blonde girl with a thick Australian accent approached Evangeline just then, haltingly expressing concern over the health of her baby. Claire had heard from some others that there was a doctor among the survivors, and Evangeline had been pointed out to her. Evey excused herself from Brendon, and had Claire sit down on a piece of driftwood while she gently felt the girl's stomach.

She couldn't tell her much without an ultrasound, which obviously they didn't have many of lying around, so she just told the girl that she would probably be fine, and that rescue was bound to come soon anyway. "So just hang tight," she finished with a little smile, patting the girl's hand. Claire nodded, looking a little appeased, and stood back up, walking off down the beach again.

Turning to look around her, Evangeline saw a man down in the water, washing blood off of himself. She walked down to the water's edge, carefully staying out of the waves' reach, as she still had her shoes on, and didn't want to have to walk around in them wet all day. "Hey. You alright?" Evey called to the man.

[Charlie Pace]

Charlie smiled as she replied to him, although now he had his hand up in the direction of the sun, to block it from his eyes, due to the headache that started creeping into his head, he then replied "I uh.. didn't see the sunset last night."[/color] Charlie then tried to look at the water but saw it all blurry, he quickly ran his hand over his face to see if the blurriness would go away, which it did slightly. Noticing, with a sort of slow delay, that it might have seemed weird to the woman beside him Charlie looked at her "still a little tired[/b] he said with a slight nod, just in case she would begin to question him.

Opening his mouth to introduce himself Charlie suddenly saw, out of the corner of his eye, the blond pregnant girl again. Closing his mouth,he let his gaze stay on her for a little until he realized what was happening, that the lady, that he was eavesdropping on earlier, was checking for signs of the baby, or at least that what it seemed like. Charlie then looked at ocean, closed his eyes and began to do something he hadn't done in years. Charlie began to pray under his breath for the pregnant girls baby to be safe and unharmed from the crash.

After a short while Charlie opened his eyes and looked back in the direction where he was before and not only saw the pregnant girl gone but the other woman too, he then looked down at the beach and saw some guy cleaning dry blood off of himself. With a sigh he looked back at the woman next to him and then extending a hand to her he says "name's Charlie"[/b]

[David "Mars" Hill]

The salt stung a little around the edges of the scratches. It was something he could deal with. He was probably only about ten foot out into the water, the coolness of it lapping at his calves. He still couldn't believe that they were here. On this island. Not to mention no rescue boats or helicopters have found them yet. The dried blood was proving to be a little difficult coming off. He was scared to rub it any harder than he was already. Pain didn't bother him, but he wasn't about to inflict on himself, no matter how small it could be.

A voice came from behind asking if he was alright. Turning to the source, he looked at the woman standing at the edge of the water. He offered her a smile, Aye, I think I'm good. He held out his arms exposing his forearms to the woman. Nothing but scratches, luckily. Moving toward her, he enjoyed the feel of the water as it descended down his legs. He stopped in front of her, the water at his ankles. How about you? Glancing over her shoulder then back to her, So many injured. We'd be lucky if someone was a doctor. They would be lucky if they were rescued. David watched enough TV to know that not everyone gets rescued. They could be presumed dead already.

[Emmeline Tyler]

Emmeline's eyes fluttered open slowly, wakened by the warmth of the morning sun. She didn't remember falling asleep, but she must have, otherwise she wouldn't have woken up against part of the plane wreckage, her journal still open in her lap, a pen in the sand next to her. Stiff and cramped from the combination of yesterday's events and sleeping sitting up, the girl groaned slightly as she ran a hand through her hair, blinking in the sun as she sat up straighter and looked around. It seemed that there hadn't been any rescue boat yet. They couldn't have been that far away from LA, what was taking so long? ....Unless they were sending a ship, the coast guard or something, instead of a plane or helicopter, assuming that the survivors of the crash wouldn't want to fly... Or worse, no one was coming because they thought no one had survived...

With a sigh, Emma ran a hand along the cover of her journal. Riff and Liz probably thought she was dead. Please don't cry for me. Not yet. Not while I'm still here... She thought desperately, as though if she could think the message hard enough her brother and aunt would just magically get it or something. Pushing her hair behind her ears, Emmeline tucked her journal under 'her' little piece of wreckage, wishing she had somewhere safer to put it. But when in Rome... The auburn haired girl stood up, brushing sand off her jeans. Looking a her left arm, Emmeline checked on her wounds, which were quite minor, considering.

Just a rather deep scratch along her arm, accompanied by a skinned elbow. Her chiffon blouse was pretty much ruined, the left sleeve ripped almost all the way down to the cuff, but she didn't have anything else to wear as of now, and she didn't have sunscreen, so she wasn't going to just stand around in the direct sunlight wearing nothing but a tank top. That was just asking for a nasty sunburn. She'd washed her arm the previous night, and gotten most of the blood out of her shirt, only some of which had been hers.

It felt like she also had a scratch along her right cheekbone and a scrape on her chin, but she didn't have a mirror so she couldn't really assess those injuries. They didn't feel too bad, though, and she figured she'd be alright--there were so many more people injured so much worse than she was. And if she'd been sitting just one seat over... She shuddered mildly and tried to push the image of her lifeless companion out of her mind. She'd been thinking about Paul all night, and her dad. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about her father, which had been one of the reasons she'd left the main clump of people in search of somewhere to be alone, where she could get in the water and mask her tears. Blinking a couple times to clear the stinging feeling from her eyes, Emma reminded herself that she wasn't going to cry again.

More for something to do than anything else, she looked around the beach to see if there was anyone that had anything for her to do. Anything. She hated just standing idly around, it gave her so much more time to feel sorry for herself or sink into depression, both of which she hated, and was refusing to do. Both of those were completely useless and wouldn't get her anywhere....There seemed to be a small group of people standing near the water's edge, looking like they weren't just going to be sitting around waiting for a rescue boat all day, and it didn't take Emma long to decide that she ought to go over and be social. Or at least, say hello or something...

Walking through the sand over to the little group, Emmeline stopped where the sand had been hardened by the water, but still far enough away from the lapping waves that she wouldn't soak her sneakers. It wouldn't be too pleasant to walk around with soggy shoes and socks all day... Though realistically they'd probably dry pretty quickly in the sun... Offering a little smile to the people standing around, Emmeline looked out at the ocean.


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[Kate Austen]

Kate watched everything around her. But only in glances. She didn't want to seem to nosy. She noticed the guy beside her seemed to be struggling a little. Before she got chance to offer him some help he just noted that he was still tired. Kate smiled slightly and nodded. She was tired also but getting a good night's sleep round here would be practically impossible. Kate noticed the small guy next her was watching the pregnant woman. Kate smiled then looked down and around her. She looked up the beach and saw a man trying to wash the blood off of him. He was in the ocean not far from where Kate stood. Kate looked back towards the ocean. The sun was neally fully up now, which meant it would start getting hotter.

Charlie? It was a nice name. She took his hand and shook it. He seemed familliar from somewhere, but Kate couldn't place it. "I'm Kate. Have you ever met, anyone here before? You look familliar."

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[Evangeline McKinley]

Evangeline gave a small, rueful smile, and said, "I guess we're lucky then, at least by those standards. I'm a doctor." The lie came smoothly, because she didn't really consider it a lie. She wasn't officially a doctor any more, as her license had been revoked, but she couldn't ever really stop being a doctor. It was what she was, it was the way she looked at things. Especially in a situation like this. She figured it was an appropriate time to step in and practice again - out here, licenses didn't matter. And when rescue came, they would all part ways and likely never see one another again, so a little half-truth didn't matter, even more so if she was able to help people by it. "I'm mostly unscathed, miraculously enough. Just a bit of a scratch on my back." In truth, from the way it throbbed, it could probably do with a couple of stitches. She'd been hoping rescue would come soon enough that she wouldn't have to try and stitch her own back.

Evey took a long, deep breath, and then let it out slowly, wishing for coffee. She'd pushed herself to longer hours than this before, but always with the help of cup after cup of black coffee. She looked down at her clothes, and grimaced slightly. Both shirt and jeans were irrevocably bloodstained. Only the stain on the back of her shirt was from the injury on her back. She'd attempted to wash the clothes last night with a rag that had been left over from ripping shirts from scattered suitcases into tournequets. With nothing to change into, she'd washed the clothes while wearing them. The situation hardly called for modesty, and so she'd probably have been able to wash her clothes while standing in her underwear, and nobody would have noticed, too shellshocked and focusing on themselves. But by the time she'd thought of it, night had fallen, and the air had begun to get cooler. Maybe tonight she would try and give her clothes a more thorough wash, and wrap herself in an airplane blanket while they dried by a fire. That was, if rescue hadn't arrived by then.

Another woman approached them, then, and Evangeline offered her a little, tired smile. She automatically scanned her over for injuries, not even thinking about it by this point, but all she noticed was a cut on her arm, which the woman seemed to have taken care of effectively by herself. Wryly she said by way of greeting, "Nice weather we're having, huh?"

[Emmeline Tyler]

Emmeline half-listened to the conversations as she approached, not wanting to eavesdrop, but finding it difficult to block out the conversations when there wasn't much else to do. A tall, dark-haired woman commented that she was a doctor, and Emma looked over at her in sudden respect. Not that she hadn't respected any of the people here before--she didn't know them, who was she to judge--but she did harbor both a deep wariness and deep respect for doctors. Doctors hadn't been good enough to save her mother's life on the one hand, but on the other hand, Emmeline herself wanted to be a doctor, to save people, to prevent any child from having to live with the knowledge that they killed their mother ever again.

She didn't know if she could handle being a doctor, though, having so much responsibility and having to talk to so many people...It had to be so hard to tell people that their loved ones were dead or ill or seriously injured; she didn't know if she'd be able to do it. Which was one of the reasons she had been planning on working with animals this summer. The past three summers she'd interned at hospitals, and had been debating between being a doctor for humans or animals, and her brother had suggested she try working with animals. He was the reason she'd applied to intern at a dolphin rescue facility in LA instead of just spending the summer at the Sydney hospital again...

The doctor spoke to her then, bringing Emmeline out of her thoughts. The auburn-haired girl smiled slightly and nodded when the brunette commented on the weather. "Yes, I suppose its better than if we'd crashed in Antartica or something. Though I've heard penguins can be quite hospitable..." She added to keep the mood light, subtly recalling an old Batman villain from the superhero movies she'd watched with her dad and brother as a kid. What was his name...Arnold Cobblepot or something...no, not Arnold...Alfred? no, that was the butler...think Em. It was Danny deVito, how hard can it be to remember his character...oh yeah, Oswold. 'The Penguin.' The deformed child whose parents had dropped him in the river to get rid of him, and who ended up being carried by the current to the penguin exhibit of an old zoo, and had promptly been adopted and raised by the penguins. He had also had a fascination with umbrellas (and Emma personally had always wondered what Freud would have said about his obsession with umbrellas...)

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear..." She added after a moment, looking up at the taller woman, "You're a doctor? I don't mean to pry or anything," Emmeline added quickly. Sure they were all stuck here so making enemies and being touchy seemed stupid, but you never knew, some people were touchy about weird things, "I'm going to go to med school--or, was planning to, if we don't turn into a strange sequel to The Swiss Family Robinson or Robinson Crusoe, that is..." Actually, she probably should have kept that last bit to herself. Way to be a Debbie Downer, Ems.


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