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| Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 3:46 am Post subject: Othersville Playing Thread |
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Playing Thread for Others and characters on their island.
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B. acceleration (due to gravity) - 980cm^-2 sec
Yeah I feel something pulling me down
Forcing me between myself and the ground
Of all the nightmares that ever came true
I think that gravity (gravity-gravity) is you
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Dharma station, Aqua (shower room)
Flashback / Kate & Tom
Flashback
She felt like a bad moon rising.
The blood-coloured wooden door swung open, as if breathing a sigh into the room. Through it followed the body of a woman, clad in a long, black coat which made her look like a funeral mourner and right now the coat was dripping from wetness down onto the wooden floor, trading its shine for an extended liquid one; beads flecked the surface all over like cold diamond-drops. Cascading down, more crystals fell as she took the jacket off, throwing it to the floor, just about to kick off her midnight-coloured shoes as well, putting a heel to the other -- and that's when she noticed something was wrong. Something in here... in the air, it was out of place. Terribly off. Retracting her heel her eyes fell into the view of the living room down the hallway, with just the end of the armchair to be seen, the TV which was turned off (and practically never used) and underneath it, the white carpet— which had been moved. It had been further into the room when she'd left her apartment yesterday.
Which could only mean one thing -- someone had been here. An unknown presence had walked into the emptiness of her apartment, touched her things... she felt violated, and not the good kind of it either. Or maybe the person was still here?
Forgetting all about the full-on disposition of her shoes, she pulled open the wooden handstand next to the coat-rack. Collecting a silver-metal gun from out of the top of it, from within a secret cover, she made it her game to be as silent as possible -- what if the perpetrator indeed was still here? But she'd been trained for this, and knew what to do. The silence being turned up, it was if she could hear every single magnetic field roaming through the waves of the air, pressing at her ears, only broken by the sound of her heels stepping down on the echoing floor. The hallway was long, and in the end of it there lay three doors: one leading to her bedroom on the left, the kitchen on the right, and straight forward, her living room. Which was where she was heading right now. People who said that the steel of guns always was cold were liars and had probably never held one; right now she held it between her hands and it was everything but cold. In fact, if felt hot, as if it had been on top of the stove for too long. It almost burned her hand, but ignoring the sensation – which she knew was all in her mind anyway – she pressed onward, trading one step for another in an even progress. JJ found the silence annoying. Couldn't the intruder just make a slip-up already?
One step before the entrance to the living room and she paused, halted herself, breathing in for one last time, bracing, then pulled forward. In one swift stride she had entered the room, twisting her body a bit to the left to prevent any possible attack from knocking her balance off -- but she'd been too late, visually. The gun was knocked from her hands by a foot and fell to the floor with a clicking sound as JJ withdrew her hands to her body, trying to see before her, in a room that was as empty as she'd left it, which meant— from behind she felt the air of wind preceding the strike and turned around, fastening a hand around the wrist and with her other one she hit the intruders elbow, pushing a foot behind the leg, which made him (the sturdiness of the wrist determined the sex) fall backwards into the couch, and instantly she pulled up the knife she constantly had hidden inside her belt, sticking it to his throat -- and it wasn't until then she looked into the so-called intruders eyes and realized she was in deeper shit than she had initially thought.
It had just been her luck that it was him, and no one but him -- back, like a wind across empty lands that never died out.
"He—hey, easy there cupcake," he pleaded. "Put that away, will you?"
More out of shock than anything else she did as was pleaded for, flipping the knife back into its hold. She waited to put it back, though -- whoever said he'd come here with friendly intentions? Her silence must have either startled or jaded him, because he adjusted in the couch, leaning forward as he took a comfortable sitting position, with eyes shuddering as he desperatley sought to lock onto her gaze. She spoke then, as if his every move was under radar. From her icy stare, it definetly was. "What are you doing here?" she spoke, like a breeze from the northern wind, every syllable shuddering with a frosty coolness that was equaled in the forests of her eyes.
"What can I say?" His hands went into the air, then back onto his thighs. "Honey, I'm back."
He flashed a plastered-on grin that reeked of so much of his personalities' radiance that she wanted to hit him, right then and there. And it had been a long time since she had seen him last. Absence makes the heart grow fonder? What a crock of bullshit.
She didn't waste any time. "Why? What the hell are you doing back, Mason?" She didn't waste any time asking how he had managed to get inside. Even with all her expanded and enhanced equipment to make certain that the locks kept her door closed, even she knew of ways to bypass them and get in. And if she knew about them, then it meant that he did too. Everything— well, almost everything that she knew, he knew as well. They'd been inseparable once. But that had been another age ago.
He rose from her chair then, pushing it backwards a bit as he stood up. It wasn't that he was that heavy, nor that tall – he was about six feet tall, give or take, and had a built that was more athletic than pure slim, but still not muscular like the people that worked for it – but there was something about the way he walked, the way he talked... he drew people in, like flies to the honey, and some people got stuck in the jam for a longer time than they might have liked. She had once, too. Even though she'd been a better fool than most, that did not disect the fact that she had been one. But equally, he'd been one for her -- they always seemed to meet somewhere in the middle. "Cause, uh... we got a little trouble in paradise."
"I wasn't aware I was in it."
Mason smirked, and she recognized it and wanted to let the warmth that spread from the recognition tear asunder her insides and implode it with the feeling, but refused to. He'd left, without a sign of coming back. "Well, maybe you just haven't eaten any apples for a long time then," Mason retorted. He always knew what to say, and how to come back at her own games, so often played within another game; he equaled her out without ever really trying. "Look, I know that you'd rather throw me out than listen to anything I have to say. But just... hear me out." He received a glare from her, and she sat down in the armchair. Good. He had her attention, even if it was only for a while. So he decided to be blunt, direct and to the point, knowing it was the best way to keep said attention. "I want to kill my old boss. I want to kill Sam."
She wished the surprised wouldn't have been so easy to read on her face, but found no point in covering it up. She hadn't seen him for more than a sufficient while and he walked into her apartment, attacked her, and then just announced something like that? What was he expecting, really? "Why?"
"Look, I'll get into the reasons later... I don't have that much time now." She noticed that he looked at his watch, and also that it was 15.48 -- the digital time that people in their 'profession' used: she couldn't help but wonder what he was doing for a living nowadays. With his attributes he could have been doing just about anything, so guessing wasn't worth the while. She guessed that he had to be out of her apartment before that clock struck 4pm. "All I can say today is that I want him dead... and that I want your help to do it. And don't bother pretending you don't want to see him dead."
"You know, I think you should worry about why the fuck I would consider working with you again before anything else." JJ stood up now too, joining him their in the openness of the floor. "I haven't seen you for four years, and you come in here, demanding a thing like that? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Without a second to hesitate, he walked forward, pressing his body against hers, but without laying a hand upon her. JJ remained sturdy, her position not moving a single inch, and they stood like that for a while as they stared at each other: some of the complexity of their relationship sprouting forward like roots of evidence. After a tic-tocking second Mason finally put one of his hands on her one arm, gently pressing as his words flowed from him, his voice a shade lower than usual. JJ hated how she recognized it, hated how it bruised up her insides with just such a simple application. What if he were to do more? She wasn't supposed to have any weaknesses; she'd put him out of her life long ago. Doused that flame. He looked down upon her, her refusing to meet his eyes as the thoughts – rather like impulses – coursed through her unevenly. "Come on, we can make this work again. Teamwork. But... I can't do this alone, damnit. I need you for this."
He'd left a stainful mark within her, a stain which had transmuted itself into a bruise, then into another scar, placed upon the mighty carnage of a still beating heart which just kept being patched up, all to keep on beating. As they ripped, the seams hurt, and through the reactions in the torrents of her veins and nerves – all that feelings were, right? – they pushed upwards until they reached her eyes, barely producing tears. It only showed as an enhanced glisten to her eyes; that was all she would allow. "Why?" she asked. "So you can get what you want, and then leave again?"
The hurt hit him like a poison that shattered fibers inside of him. He turned the question back on her, clever, knowing her, and still there was a tragic chuckle to his words, wanting to jest away the situation like the role of a king's fool— "Since when are you playing for keeps?"
"I never do anymore." She spoke this through closed teeth, her lips doing the accentuation. Now he could see the tears in her eyes more clearly; it had been so easy during the time he had been away, then he could just ignore this, all of it, but this close, seeing it, feeling her emotions... he wondered if he'd done a mistake coming back, even for this reason. "I learnt better, Mase." The nickname -- four years. It had been four years since he'd last heard it. "You taught me, remember?" He couldn't look at her now, facing his shame. Even inside of himself there was silence now; too ashamed to talk or even think.
But he had to pick up eventually. "Look, maybe you're right. Maybe you shouldn't help me, maybe I don't deserve it. But forget about me for once, alright? Start focusing on something outside of yourself." It was an offensive attitude and many had learnt that it had the opposite effect when directed at her. But not he; he knew how to play some of her strings like a familiar, naked violin. He added passion to his words— "Don't you want to nail this bastard, too? Don't you want to get him back for all the wrongs he's ever done to you? I'm giving you the opportunity. I may not present it on a shiny silver platter, but... we can do this. And no expectations. Help me with this and I'll be gone from your life from good."
JJ smiled, and only her teeth showed for a while. "And what if I don't want you to be gone?"
"Then we'll take it from there." The hand on her arm now moved to touch her face... it had been such a long time. He'd been the first man she ever considered with the term 'love' around in the same thought-sentence. Afterwards, she'd told herself he would be the last. So far, during this point, she'd kept that promise to herself. "Just don't go hear any wedding bells anywhere," he said.
JJ laughed now, and the relaxing feeling brought out the tears she had tried to keep in. It was not like her to shed tears, not even when emotional, but all of this and all which it meant... she was overcome for a moment. Excused. "I promise." But she would not be her own self if she did not do a turn-around of the moment and mood, turning two shades deeper of serious now, eyes turning colder as she grabbed a hold of Mason's arm this time. "If you promise we take him down. And I mean for good."
Mason smiled, calculating and wide-grinned like a wolf luring in its prey. "Honey... we're going to put his little bakery out of business and steal his sugar at the same time."
The two of them... they were just different names for the same thing.
Flashback End
Out of the corner of her conscious, she heard a door being swung open in the distance, steadfastly approaching, and slipped from unconsciousness and the half-dreams and memories that ruled those internal lands into the lucid reality. Some times they were hard to tell apart from each other. The process hurt for more reasons than one alone: the ground beneath wherever she was (apparently lying down) was concrete and solid, affording no comfort for already strained muscles, joints. She breathed in then, a selfsame as from a much older woman, every fiber of her lungs hurting as it expanded inside her body; the breath had been too deep and too much at once, so she hacked it out, a cough escaping her lips. Resting her elbows against the cold floor she took a moment to collect herself, to assert herself in the situation before doing the latter. Apart from the lungs, she felt rather okay: sore all over but living, which was the greatest news of all. JJ breathed a sigh of relief, closing her eyes, thankful it came easy -- they then snapped open, almost painfully so as they ignored her infirmity. Where were Ford and Tyler?
Bolting upright as if pulled by a string she towered then, feeling a head-spin wrapping itself around her brain as she looked around herself. The room was sterile and almost empty; save for herself, another woman... and some gun-toting man, probably made of half-crazy like all the rest of them seemed to be. She looked up at him, ignored the satisfied look that took his face, and swept her eyes around -- where were they? What had happened to them? What if... they had to be okay. The alternative was unthinkable.
"You're finally awake," the man spoke, and she snapped her eyes in his direction. The first instinct was to take him out, not caring about the other woman – who could be used for her advantage if JJ had only known the slightest more about her, even a name would have helped – and just knock the rifle from his grasp and just get out. Her eyes travelled around her once more, her gaze fastening on the camera in one of the corners. They were being watched. Taking him out would probably equate to nothing; with more on the way. Damn it. She despised being helpless like this. She felt a taste stain the back of her tongue, like a bad hangover as she opened her mouth, speaking. "Where are we?"
The man sneered at her; a motion on his face that seemed to contort and twist it beyond shape. "I hope you don't assume I'm going to answer that."
No, that she did not. Looking between him and the other woman, JJ collected her legs underneath herself, realising that the sickness she felt was the after-effects of whatever tranquilizer she had received yesterday, before being taken out. The thought was instantaneous. "What did you do to Ford and Tyler?"
The leer was back, but this time with a twist of boredom attached to it. He motioned behind the two of her and the other woman – whose name suddenly snapped to JJ's mind like a tendon bursting, it was Kate – to what seemed to look like... shower stalls? This was all a bit much to take in. Where the hell where they? And what was that which itched... her hands travelled up towards her neck, to the location of the entry point for the tranquilizer. Someone had put a bandage there. Without a word, she ripped it off, ignoring the sharp burn that followed. The man looked at her, toting the gun he carried. "You know, how about you two take a nice, warm shower and wake yourselves up. Feel clean and forget, start fresh for today. If you look you'll see that there's both soap and shampoo, as well as a towel..."
Definatly— "When you're here? In your fucking dreams."
He laughed then, warm and without effort, like hitting fists on a sack. "Jessica, you're not my type. Neither of you are."
As if his word had been final, he left the room through the door and JJ made sure she could hear a clicking sound indicating that neither she or Kate could get out. Apparently he had been serious with his offer, leaving the two of them, expecting that they would comply and follow orders like non-offensive caught rats... in this situation, they were just mice. It was not a feeling JJ appreciated at all. She turned to Kate, feeling vexed and helpless at the same time. "So we just... do what he says?" It felt so empty saying it. There should always be an option right, always an alternative? It didn't seem so now. "Where do you think we are?" she asked, beginning to unbutton her jeans. |
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Chillin’ in his pad// Beach
Alone
Before the ND
Arriving home had proven to be more blissful that Ben could have ever imagined; at least in the first few moments when he closed the front door behind him and rested in the hallway. In those few moments where he stood still and ceased all strenuous action, he felt at peace. No orders to instruct, no people to kidnap… Just the soft sound of his shirt crumpling as he inhaled the homely-scented air and exhaled in a peaceful sigh. Walking into his kitchen, he hunched over his sink, forcing most of his dead weight against the counter. He felt drained, as if he had suddenly aged twenty years in one day alone – and he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken to begin with. He stared down at the basin, his tired eyes meeting with the dirty plates Alex had left from earlier. Ben could have told her once or a million times to do the dishes – but she would never listen. And he knew damn well what she occupied her time with nowadays instead.
Walking down the narrow corridor to his room, he paused outside the door on his left, pressing his head against the wood – listening intently for any sign of life; a breath, a shift in the blankets she slept under, but he heard nothing. As his hand reached to open the door, Alex came walking through the front, so confidently he doubted she even knew he’d be home yet – or maybe she was playing her own little game. She paused when she caught sight of his shadow; cast in the middle of the hallway. He stood to his full height, though with less certainty it would intimidate her now she was older, and walked so only two or three paces separated them. “Hello Alex.” He greeted; though nothing was gracious in his tone any longer – and instead a dark sarcasm played on his tone, dancing a tarantella of disguised madness. She made to push past him, but he stopped her; applying just enough force to keep her in place. “I thought I told you not to go out while I was gone – especially after sunset.” Alex continued to say nothing and instead concentrated her efforts into pushing past him – but he was firm enough to keep her in place. “Where were you?”
No reply. “Where were you?” he asked again, his voice raised into a yell.
“You know where I was!” she replied, only too happy to reciprocate the fierce holler and piercing gaze. And it was true; he had known from the moment she walked through his front door where she had been; or whom she had been with. Ben’s stare dissolved into something softer altogether (though it lasted a split second) – a more paternal and caring look that adopted his eroding features. You would have thought maybe one day, even his own daughter, could realise that he wasn’t the enemy in all this. If he could explain himself, God knew he would, if only he could. His hand slipped from the hood of her jumper, and came to rest at his side. Was Alex expecting some kind of brawl now; where he screamed that she would never see him again, that she was too young – would she run off to her room to cry, leaving him to lose his sleep at night? Perhaps some of these expectations would be fulfilled tonight.
“Alright Alex” he said, using that nonchalant tone he always applied to the situations where he predicted he could conjure a fierce reaction from the recipient of his games. “You’ve proven to me over and over again that I obviously can’t trust you to go out. But to ban you from leaving the house – that wouldn’t be kind of me, hmm?” She shook her head, not sure what it was he was getting at. “So maybe I’ll have to have a word with Karl tomorrow.”
He did his best to ignore the cries of fury erupting from the little volcano in front of him, and treaded across the lava that melted away the peace that had been present earlier. Screams of “You can’t do this!” and “I hate you!” echoed around the whole house, and while he was tempted to sleep in the attic to avoid the teenage tantrums; he simply popped some sleeping pills and let it all melt away until tomorrow.
When he woke the next morning; no other noises were present once the dull hum of electricity and his own breathing were subtracted. He didn’t waste too much time in leaving his house, though once he was outside he wished he had. Groups of people, some he couldn’t even place a name to, swarmed him – and seemed to crush his personal space in a tidal wave of nothingness. They heckled him with questions of non importance, making him feel like some kind of Emperor and his people looked to hi, for answers to the silliest of riddles. Seeing one familiar face in the crowd of sheep, Ben seized the opportunity to pull Tom aside – leaving the Others to go about their separate ways. “Tom, is everything set up?” As soon as Tom nodded affirmatively in response, the corner of Ben’s mouth twitched in satisfaction. “All right, there’s one more thing I want you to take care of first, before you deliver Austen and her friend’s wake up call.”
Did it make him a bad person if he did what he had to, to protect Alex? If it meant taking Karl out of the picture, isn’t that what anyone would do?
Ben didn’t dwell on his plan for too long, and left his accomplice to set the scene for the two females they had captured last night; after drowning them in that much tranq fluid – the least he could do was treat them to breakfast, right? When he arrived on the beach, a table decorated with a colourful array of foods and drinks was set into the ground, sheltered from the sun with a temporary thatched roof. Taking his place at the head of the table, he sat down and occupied his time by pouring himself some coffee, enjoying the scenery he never got weary of.
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Jack
Station Cell
Alone
Jack was awake.
He was awake, but he didn’t open his eyes. He hadn’t gotten the luxury of waking up to a blank slate or a state of confusion. His memory had been shiny and freshly minted the moment he woke up, ready to be re-examined and troubled over. His stomach flipped nervously, and he welded his eyes tighter shut; what he recalled was not anything good. Nothing in the reel playing in his brain gave him hope or even the glimmer of an upper-hand. Jack, Kate, and Sawyer had been taken without question, without fight, and without difficulty. This is what Jack remembered:
“We have to try and level the playing field,” he’d said. Looking back, they hadn’t managed to do any leveling at all. Perhaps they even lost ground when –
The air around him had whooshed past his ears, and a noise – a noise that couldn’t have been accurately described as anything but loud – pulsated against his eardrums. Instinctively, Jack had dropped the piece of paper, and gave himself full advantage of his palms to block out the noise. The first thing that’d jumped to his mind was the monster that pulled up trees; but he had never heard it make this deafening sound before...and on second thought came ambush. He’d looked around wildly for some sign that they were being attacked. Beside him, Kate dropped to her knees. And then – then the sky had turned purple,How had they made the sky purple? and a flash of light – and it was over.
He’d straightened and shook his head in an attempt to regain his bearings, but Kate had shot off immediately for the hill. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack had caught a flash of movement and the unnatural cream-color of a shirt. He’d sprinted off after her, but two steps away was already too late. A black feathered plume darted into her neck, and she’d staggered and fallen almost instantly. For a heart-stopping moment he’d thought that whatever was in the dart had killed her. But then he’d watched her chest rise and fall. Jack had skidded the last few steps to drop to his knees next to her....
...and that was where his reel ended. He took another shaky breath and opened his eyes.
Directly above him a bare light bulb burned into his retinas, and he looked away, squinting off to the side. He was lying on his back on a brown concrete floor, and just beyond the tips of the fingers on his left hand stood a large metal table. Slowly, very slowly, he managed to raise himself to sitting position and tried to blink away the dizzy ink blots that faded across his vision. In front of him, the concrete floor extended into a concrete wall about three feet up, and then it turned to glass. Beyond the glass was another room that was pretty similar to his. His eyes traveled across the glass to the wall to his left. In that wall there was no more glass – but there was a door. And in the corner above that door there was a camera. For a moment, Jack eyeballed the camera, and then forced himself to stand. In three wobbly steps, he made it to the door, and he tried the handle. It was locked – no surprises there. However, Jack didn’t think he could make it back to his original sitting place, and collapsed in something of a heap beside the door. Whatever had been in that dart had taken a toll on him, and he was exhausted.
Jack was also afraid. He was afraid that what the survivors from the tail section had said about these people (ruthless, dangerous, murderers) was about to be something he’d have to experience first-hand. But he was more afraid that Kate would have to do it also. It scared him that he was alone. Yes, all of this frightened him. But it also made him really, really angry.
So it the last few seconds before he passed out again, Jack did the only thing he could think of doing. He reached down, pulled off a shoe, and took a watery shot at the camera. It didn’t really come close to hitting it, though it made him feel a little better.
“Whatever you want from me – you can’t have it,” he slurred through gritted teeth. Then – blackout.
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JJ & Tom
Kate let them talk without saying much of anything to either of them. It wasn't that she didn't have a few choice words to share. It wasn't that she didn't want to attack this man, find a way out--or at the very least make him tell her what they had done with Jack and Sawyer. It was just that while this wasn't county lock up it sure felt a whole lot like it and that meant that there was nothing more useful than her silence. Not only was she picking up on things by listening to everyone else but she was avoiding incriminating herself by keeping her own mouth shut. Although she was so baffled about where she was and what was going on that she didn't think it much mattered if she would have had anything to say. She swallowed hard, trying her damnedest to stay angry and worried instead of being scared like she wanted to be.
As soon as the door clicked behind the two women Kate's eyes were unabashedly searching the room, looking for anything that would serve as an exit. Even as she undressed, prepared to follow orders at least until it seemed like she wasn't going to have to anymore, her gaze followed each and every inch of the room they were in. Kate turned on the water and tried not to act like they were in the incredibly awkward situation they were. Finally the woman next to her--from the tail end of the plane, although they hadn't really said a word to each other one way or another--spoke up and asked the same questions that were running through Kate's mind in that moment.
"When I was a kid growing up in Iowa, we had a lot of tornados. The first thing they teach you is to go into a bathroom." She looked around them as if to ephasize her point. "No windows. Thick, reinforced walls." She looked down at the ground, trying against desperately not to get overemotional and start crying when she realized the dire straits they were in. "Besides, if we don't listen..." She didn't have to say it, it was better left unsaid. Finally, she found the other woman's eyes. "You said to him that they took Tyler and Ford? They have Jack and Sawyer too. If we don't listen, they might not take it out on us."
She turned off the water, one hand nervously wringing her hair out as she headed back towards the locker she had just neatly folded all of her clothes into. Her voice was low, low enough she hoped that only JJ could hear her and not anyone else that might have been listening. "I'm going to do what they ask until I know my friends are safe. We have to."
She clicked open the locker, and her face was instantly blanketed in confusion. Where the hell had her clothes gone? Before she could get an answer, she noticed that there was a crudely written sign on the locker next to hers 'WEAR THIS'. Kate opened the locker next to it, half expecting there to be a blue jumpsuit there, and recoiled a little in surprise when she saw the dress that was there. She changed quickly, noticing that Tom had reappeared in the room almost immediately after she had finished.
"Just about done, Kate? Good." Tom glanced at them both noncommitally. "C'mon, ladies, he's waiting."
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Tyler
PB Cages
Ford
He had figured it for about noon--give or take an hour--when he had woken up since the first thing he had been greeted to was a blindingly intense blast of sun directly in his face. The second thing he had noticed once the spots had disappeared from his vision was the bars. He sat up stiffly, peeling a band aid off that had been tightly placed on his flesh. There was nothing adorning his new digs--the cage was empty with just a small bench area where he had apparently been set to rest. He hadn't remembered being dragged into these cages, so he was more than certain that after Henry Gale's little speech the man and his people had decided to knock Tyler and his people back out.
Since waking he had been sitting silently, knees drawn up and elbows resting on them as his light eyes coolly watched over the unchanging scene before him. The cage he was in was obviously tightly locked up, the jungle spotted all around him. There was a large indoor area to the right of him, the only other structure being the cage directly across from him. The cage across from him was exactly like the one he was in save for two differences. There was a large red button protruding out of one of the cage's walls--and Ford Arbor Basset sleeping silently on the floor of it.
He watched the man for a long time, neither of them moving. Tyler wasn't sure how he felt about Ford, knowing damned well that just weeks ago he was one of the only people Tyler could stomach on this island. Or at least one of the few willing to share a smoke and not ask too many questions. He was stoic and impressively intelligent in a down home country sort of way. Moderately admirable as far as personalities go. He was also the man who shared a bed with the woman Tyler wanted more desperately than anything in the world. Which meant that no matter the promising character traits Ford may have held--that was all that Tyler would have been able to see. Every glance was overshadowed with resentment and anger that Tyler simply could not find the off switch to, which meant that it was all that existed in him. He wondered for another quick moment how much of JJ and Tyler Ford knew, if he knew the secrets that Jessica kept from him. Mostly, Tyler doubted it--not figuring Ford for the blindly forgiving type.
Finally he grew bored of just sitting and watching. Tyler stood up, leaning over the bars and letting his arms drape on them. He started out by whistling, low and then higher. Ford didn't even flinch at the noise. Tyler rolled his eyes a little bit, not stopping his whistling as he did so. Bored with Ford not waking up he began to change the tones into actual songs, trying to search his brain for any he remembered. The whistling clearly failing entirely, his shoulders slumped until he reached in front of him and found a heavy stick. With as much strength as he could muster, he launched the wood across the space between them, hoping it would connect solid with one of the bars and wake Ford from his sleep. Instead the damned thing landed squarely -on- Ford, bouncing off of one of his shoulders. Tyler leaned back from the bars instinctually, turning around and trying to act nonchalant--as if there were someone else around that might have launched the offending item at Ford's sleeping form.
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Tyler
When Ford woke up again, it was dark. And this time, he felt much stronger.
His eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness of the room, though he noticed that there were no windows in the place, so the only reason it was without light was because the switch was off. Nevertheless, the air had a stillness like night, and no matter how hard he strained his ears he couldn’t pick out a single noise, not even the hum of a generator or the shift of someone standing guard outside. Slowly, stiffly, he sat up in the hospital bed, the lining of his brain still aching from the knock-out blow one of his capturers had given him to the back of the head. He reached a hand to touch the wound, and the tips of his fingers grazed a patch of gauze stuck neatly to cover it. Ford couldn’t remember what day it was or how long he had been sleeping for, but he was pretty much positive that this wasn’t his first night here. Through a maze of fog, he recalled another room – and also a corridor that lead to sunlight. Outside. That was his escape.
Gingerly, because he wasn’t sure whether or not he could hold his own weight, Ford swung his legs over the side of the bed and began to stand up. Unfortunately, he was tugged back down by his left wrist, which he hadn’t noticed was handcuffed to the arm of the bed. “Bloody hell,” he murmured, and gave chain a good tug.
And, to his enormous surprise, the handcuff broke through the plastic of the bed as if it were a hot knife through butter. For a few moments, he looked dumbly down at it. It didn’t take long for him to regain his bearings, however, and he stepped up from the bed and out into the hallway, holding the now-free end of the handcuff in his palm. The corridor was empty besides a few flickering lights, and he glanced right and left, heart pounding a tattoo against his ribs. To his left was a set of stairs, and from that set of stairs blew a fresh, cool breeze. With a sense of suspicion, he swung on to them and padded quietly up, thinking that this was almost too easy, that there was no way his captors would be this careless – they seemed too smart and organized for this. But he wasn’t going to complain; their lapse in judgment might prove to be his escape. First his head and then his shoulders popped out of the hatch and into quiet of the jungle. He rolled out on to the leave-covered ground, never so happy to see a jungle in his life. Just those few steps had exhausted him, but the joy of escape – the rush of relief – it overwhelmed him. He was going to see Jessica again – he would see Ana-Lucia and Tyler, the beach and the ocean, the campfires surrounded by people...
“Hey, hey! Who’re you?” Yelled a female voice. Ford’s heart plummeted, and he didn’t even bother turning around to see who the speaker was. Instead, he stumbled off into the jungle, though his legs wobbled like jelly and betrayed his crashing footsteps. Whoever had called after him was catching up easily, and she grabbed his shoulder from behind, causing him to tumble to the dirt. Her momentum sent her flying over him, and Ford scrambled upright, breathing heavily. The girl before him could not have even reached her eighteenth birthday yet, and she righted herself to look him square in the face, pulling the loose curls of dark brown hair out of her face.
“Who’re you?” she demanded again. Ford lifted his shoulders in a shrug, wondering how long he could run before she would catch up again – and if he could get around her at all. Suddenly, her expression changed, more worried now than challenging. She sucked in a breath. “Are you the constant that everyone’s been talking about?”
Constant? What did that mean? “What - ?”
“Alex! Where are you?” A yell cut through the air. The girl before him jumped to her feet and grabbed his arm. She pulled at him, but Ford, still disoriented, dug his heels in, and tried to yank away from her.
“You are! You are!” She whispered frantically. “C’mon, we’ve got to get you out of here! They’re just going to take you back, and then there’s no telling - ”
“What’s going on here!?” As if he’d suddenly appeared there, another man stood at Ford’s side. He was resting a rifle over his shoulder, and shifted his weight to lift it. Ford finally broke away from Alex’s grip, and in a blind sprint rocketed off into the jungle. Shouts and footsteps pounded after him – Alex screamed ‘DON’T SHOOT HIM!’ and then Ford tripped and fell for the second time, his coordination lacking because of the sedatives still lazing through his veins. It proved to be not only a simple slip, but his downfall. The barrel of the twelve-gauge shotgun pressed against his spine, and a male voice laughed, “Where do you think you’re going?” And then it was lifted for a slap aimed to lose consciousness -
WHAM!
Ford was awoken lying on another dirt floor, far from the one he’d been lying on in his dream, and the air whooshed out of his lungs, offended at the abrupt wake-up call. He coughed violently and sat upright, eyes streaming. His world spun, and dappled sunlight streamed through the trees above him, and so did a different kind of shadow; the vertical kind made from bars. He blinked a few times and attempted to regain composure. Right beside him was a large branch, and it was still rocking back and forth from the energy of a toss – someone had thrown a stick at him! Drawing his knees to Indian position, Ford shot a glance outside of his cage. Obviously, he’d been knocked out again by the Others at the dock, though he didn’t recollect it. That seemed to be a specialty of theirs. For a few moments, he searched the landscape before him for a sign of life, and then his gaze fell neatly on Tyler, who was standing in a cage across from Ford’s. He looked awfully guilty.
“Did you just - ” Ford looked back down at the branch, shook his head, and decided that it wasn’t worth asking. He rubbed his eyes and cast his gaze around again. “You alright?”
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JJ, Kate
The inhalation of the crisp sea air helped to bay any unease Ben felt, and sent a rush of citrus-like refreshment through his lungs; in which the organs unquestioningly accepted what he had been lacking for the past fortnight, and exhaled a sigh of gratitude. Sipping restlessly at his coffee, he nearly choked on the harsh dilated coffee beans as Tom appeared over a hedge; with two shapes following his tail. There was no need yet for his breath to catch in his throat, nor his hand to quake minutely – Ben was sure these snippets of humanity would flash themselves apparent later on, when the real dilemma was presented. He laid his coffee mug aside on the table and interlocked his fingers, pressing his chin on the knuckles of his bent hands. Neither JJ nor Kate looked very pleased to see him; why had he bothered to dress smartly for this occasion?
With the grim expressions set on their faces as the vague shapes evolved into a clear vision of people; a car crash exploded inside of him; the poison of the situation and the driver’s inability to think for himself created in a few seconds this head on collision – one of disaster. But he braved the brunt of…whatever he felt – and stood up to meet and greet. It wasn’t all that great; neither handshake was returned, no smiles exchanged – just an awkward silence which prevailed until he invited JJ and Kate to sit on both chairs opposite his own. Taking a seat in front of them, he gestured for them to apply the handcuffs to their hands, saying no more than “Otherwise you don’t get any coffee.” They couldn’t dare to question him, not with this five poised guards surrounding the three of them, unless they were both more stupid than he thought they were.
Nobody said anything. And all that made Ben feel better was the crash of the waves behind him, which crushed the golden speckled beach they dined on. In this silence, he took the time to think of the exploded hatch; particularly letting his mind wander to Locke and Desmond. It had been such a convenience when the Scot had unknowingly and later unwillingly volunteered himself to punch in the cursed numbers, simply so Ben didn’t have to do it himself. Well, that was all a long time ago anyway. He wondered what would become of them all now that they had no comfort to turn to; the comfort that they saved the world every 108 minutes. He looked at the two before him and chuckled to himself – had he half believed the world would end? Ben supposed the whole Island remained on some uncertainty of when it could cease – you could never be too careful on this hunk of land.
Bored of the questioning looks being shot his way, he poured orange juice into two glasses and nudged them forwards. “So…” he began, his opening sentence like casting a fishing rod into the darkness. He wasn’t going to catch anything that big. “I suppose you have questions to ask?”
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Ben, JJ
She followed silently, not because she was afraid. Not because she was trying to find an exit. Simply because she didn't want to do anything to rock the boat until she knew that Jack and Sawyer were safe. Until she knew that they were guaranteed not to get hurt due to some rash choice she was going to make. Kate kept her eyes to the ground, unable to look any of her captors or JJ head on. She felt ashame and stupid for getting caught as easily as she did, and now she was taking some sort of walk of shame towards God knew what sort of horrible...
...breakfast? The man they had held captive, Henry Gale, was sitting quietly at the table, inspecting the dishes before him as if he were sitting in some quaint cafe instead of being in the middle of a lost island. Kate looked down at the immaculate set up before him, all of the fresh foods and nicely polishe silverware. She was starting to realize completely that it seemed these new people weren't quite as lost after all...and that maybe none of them ever had been in the first place. She sat down, trying hard to stop getting distracted and stay in the moment.
He told them to put on the cuffs and her response slipped out of her lips before she got a chance to stop herself. "What makes you think I'm going to put those on?"
Her distaste wasn't just evident, it was glaring--but he met it with his own brand of stony silence. The kind of brave swagger she damnably knew he was allowed considering his position and hers at the moment. She looked down at the cuffs, staring hard at them for a moment before beginning to click them on skillfully. She made effort to overdramatize her motions, making clear to him that fine, she would play his game--but that didn't mean by any means that she had to like it. She barely enclosed them around her wrists before he made a soundless gesture to her that she should make them tighter. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, quirking a 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me' eyebrow at hin in lieu. Still defiant, but not enoughso that it could be declared a damnable degree by any means.
She realized the question had been asked to them both, but her anger was starting to boil over. This man had her completely at his whim, jumping through ridiculous hoops like wearing a stupid, ugly dressThere wasn't a single thing she could do about it and it riled her. Kate leaned forward a little bit, trying hard to fight back furious and frustrated tears as she spoke.
"Questions?" A short, contempteous false laugh. "How about why did you bring us here? Why did you take our clothes? Put us in these dresses? Feed us breakfast?" She leaned forward a little bit, ignoring the clear awkward discomfort of the shackles. "Or how about what have you done with Sawyer and Jack?"
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Tyler
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He was about to defend himself against his folly, but Ford quickly and casually switched gears so fast Tyler found that he wasn't sure how to respond. The last thing he had expected from Ford upon awakening was for the man to care enough to ask if he was actually okay. It was the sort of consideration Tyler didn't understand, and that threw him for a loop.
He watched the man across from him and tried to remember being able to look at Ford's face without thinking of hers. Without thinking of all the ugly not-so-past past moments floating around like spectres between them all. Still Tyler could barely withstand a moment without her there in his head, somehow taking space where more dangerous things once haunted. When he thought of the messy web the entire thing caused in his head, the sick mix of what he wanted and what he could not have--it all nauseated him almost enough to wish the voices back. The moment passed and he knew it would never come again, but for that moment it made sense. That madness seemed at least one with reason, the devil he knew. This was something he wanted to revolt against and had no control over.
He folded his arms over his chest. "I appear to be fine, save that unfortunate pain the second after deciding if I wanted to pull the band aid they put over my wound off slowly or fast..." he rubbed his arm over the fleshy area opposite his elbow. He grinned a little bit as he stared down at his arm. "I went with fast. Ripped it right off." He looked up at Ford again. "Sadistic bastards, I think they've sold us to a zoo. Just remember that the soylent greens are made of people, right?" He reached through the bars and motioned towards the big, red button. "You seem to have a fun toy to play with that I don't. Have any idea what it does?"
Their conversation was cut short when people appeared from behind the cage that Tyler was in. Tyler leapt over to the side, trying his best to get a better look at them. There were three in the group, two female and a mall. The lanky man, probably no more than 23--he held a gun firmly in both of his hands with eyes that seemed alert enough to not think twice before using the weapon. Eyes that said he wouldn't miss because he usually didn't miss, the kind of confidence that worried Tyler far too much.
"I guess our chat will have to wait, we have visitors."
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Cages
Tyler, Ford, Others
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"Don't say it. I know what the piece of paper says but don't say it."
"Squadron Leader Kofi, I did all I could for you. I admire you and I admire what you've done for this country. They said that due to the..." Her face fell a little bit, she couldn't meet eye level when she said it. "...extremity of your offense. All they would offer was a Dishonorable Discha-"
"You do not fucking say it." Naomie's face was flushed with anger, her bright eyes blazing with controlled fury. "What I did was not dishonorable. I exercised my rights. I peacefully protested in my down time-"
"In uniform, Kofi. You did this in full uniform! You went to the United States in your leave and made a spectacle of yourself and the South African Air Force entirely by showing up at a anti war rally wearing a full uniform! Do you have any idea the international incident that could have been caused had we not caught what you were doing sooner?! Do you not realize the wide range your actions could cause for our country?"
She leaned in, hands flat and firm on the 2cd SL's desk in front of her. "Do you not forget the things [i]I have done for this country? The secrets only I keep?"
The woman before her went bleach pale, answering the question without speaking. "We are also aware of this. Which is why..." The woman sighed a little bit, deflating and putting one hand to her forehead. "If I may speak freely, Naomie. You are being offered a job within a private sector that is more than adequate for your skills. It's more than just that, I'm told it will offer you many of the things the squadron has."
"The Squadron is my family, Second-in-Command. I don't think any private sector job is going to give me that."
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"Stand tall and keep all eyes on the Aussie. He thinks quick and backs it up. The little one might be smart but he isn't bound to fight or be worth much of one if he tries."
Naomie was all business around these people. She didn't know anything about them but their camp wasn't big enough for her not to hear the whispers being spread around. Naomie had known Ethan, she had eaten meals and shared assignments with Ethan and these people had killed him. She knew nowhere near what Ben did about these people--as usual her knowledge of the situation was barely a fraction of his even if she did think at least in her own mind that he trusted her to be privvy to quite a bit of his planning. Still what she knew fueled her into caution, caution over keeping her people moving at her side. No one was getting hurt on her watch.
They were close enough now that Bateman saw them. He started to move in their direction, talking to Basset instead of directing his quips at them. Naomie walked over so that she was in front of his cage.
"Shut up."
"Excuse me?"
"I said shut up. Step back towards the far wall while I open this door and keep your mouth shut the entire time. I'm thinking that might come a challenge for you, but I'm betting if you feel motivated enough you're gonna listen to me."
"I don't much see you motivating me to do anything."
She looked over her shoulder. "Shoot him if he doesn't listen. I don't feel like dragging him knocked out to where we want him cause we don't have time for it? But I'll do it if we have to."
Tyler held up his hands, moving backwards in slow steps in an 'i surrender' gesture. Naomie moved towards the big lock, "I'm going to let you out and you're going to cross this area and you are going to go in the cage with your friend Ford there."
"Why?"
She stopped moving, one hand on her hip. "Now didn't I just tell you to shut up? Don't push me." She looked down at the lock, wondered a moment if he was the one who had killed her friend. They had the one who killed Goodwin, she was already handled. "This cage is going to be otherwise occupied. Now stop asking questions."
She unlocked the cage and waited for him to go through the motions, always keeping her distance. Ben had insisted they use no actual weapons. That everyone had to stay alive and unharmed--darts only. She felt far less useful when violence wasn't an option.
Turning her attentions to Basset, she pointed a finger and snapped them once rapidly. "I want you same as he was, back up against the far wall in the cage until the door stays closed again." There was a bit more shuffling as the other cage was opened, Ford and Tyler both moving slowly to where they had been asked. So far things had mostly gone off without a hitch. Naomie keep her eyes tight on her other two people. It seemed like the simplest thing, but she knew damned well that their people were littered with murderers. She knew that every second ticking past was a wild card, and she was the only control in this.
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Ford
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Tyler & Others
Ford took a quick stock of himself, leaning back on the heels of his hands and stretching his legs on the empty ground before him; his sneakers could almost touch the front of the cage. With a compulsory check of arms and legs, hands and feet, he concluded that, physically, he had escaped completely unscathed. This brought him no relief, however; just because he was without a scratch didn’t mean that Jessica had been so lucky. The fact that she wasn’t within his eyeshot worried him, though he didn’t see much he could do about it at the moment. At first chance, he’d hit the ground running, but for now it seemed that he’d have to be content with waiting. For all the trouble he’d been in, this was the first time Ford had ever found himself behind bars. However, this seemed quite a bit different then the dank cells at Long Bay Correctional that had been described to him by some of Sydney’s finest. The fresh air, for instance. Or the view of the outdoors. Despite this, Ford was not all together sure that this made it any bit better.
As he listened to Tyler talk, Ford fought to keep his face at an unassuming grin and nothing more comical. He had always figured Tyler to be a little on the strange side, but pretty much pinned it on Tyler’s obviously immense intelligence, a higher plane of thinking. But the way he was speaking now – it was all Ford could take not to knit together his eyebrows and wonder where this rapid-fire, full-of-sarcastic-nonsense was coming from. First, an explanation about how he’d torn off his bandage, followed by a comment about a zoo, and then zoomed by a word whose meaning was unknown to him. He followed Tyler’s motion and observations about the ‘fun toy’ with a gaze that rested upon a big, red button that held the picture of a knife and a fork; maybe some way to get food? But, still a little taken aback at just how out of his mind Tyler truly was, Ford forced himself to shrug noncommittally.
“Dunno,” he said amusedly.
Suddenly, their lot was invaded by three others; only one of them was armed. Instantly, he rose to his feet, watching them warily. He said nothing at all, but a thousand thoughts zinged through his brain at once, not one of them fully formed. One of the women, dark-skinned with wide eyes, growled immediately at Tyler to shut up and listen; she was the leader of this small pack. Ford sized the situation; with only one of them armed, it was altogether possible to shift the power. All authority, at this time, was gripped between the tall man’s palms. And if they were to move Tyler over here, that meant that the cage door needed to open. There was also a chance that the other two had weapons on them also, just tucked away. Why they wouldn’t just have them out, Ford didn’t know; he would not have even considered a getaway if all three had been sporting guns. The truth was, though, that he was quite ready to risk his neck for a chance at escape. He did not want for himself, nor anybody else, to have to endure what was in store. Their captors, whatever their detailed intentions may have been, had already proved one thing to him: they wanted their prisoners alive. And for this secure notion, Ford felt he already had a bargaining chip, a certain sense of protection, however false it may have been. He prowled the area next to the door while Tyler was prepared for the short switch-over, wondering what he could do; he had no leverage as far as weaponry went.
He backed up a step at the sharp order to retreat to the far wall, and the heel of his shoe kicked something; that was it. The best he had. He knew this was all complete folly, but if it did nothing at least it would show one thing; he would not take this lying down. Not again.
Retreating the rest of the way to the back of his cage, Ford stood completely still with his hands crossed over his chest. The woman who had opened Tyler’s cage was now standing back. The other woman detached herself from the man’s side to open Ford’s door, but kept looking over her shoulder, as if attempting keep an eye on everything at once: her other two companions, Tyler, the lock, and Ford. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have that many eyes. When the door to his cage swung open and she was otherwise distracted with Tyler’s movements, Ford leapt forward and grabbed the stick that had woken him only moments ago, raised it, and rammed it downwards to the woman’s head. On impact, it broke in half, and most of the force of his hit was lost. It didn’t matter much anyway; he wasn’t aiming to kill anyone, wasn’t willing to go that far, and the woman crumpled all the same. He snatched her at mid-torso before she hit the ground, and lifted her like a human shield.
Ford was so surprised this had worked out so well he had no idea where to go or what to do next. He took a few step forwards, out of the cage, to stand just beyond the bars. The woman in his arms came to suddenly, struggling against his grasp. But that was okay; the more she moved, the less of a chance the one with the gun would find a clear target to shoot at. He found that his first instinct did not like what he was doing at all, despite the clarity of the other side’s ‘evilness’; he didn’t relish the feeling of handling people this way, especially women. But then another feeling rose inside, an older, more dormant feeling that he fell back upon instead, because he could find more strength there.
Hatred.
“You’ll let us go,” Ford said hoarsely in a tone he had not used for many years. He wrapped a hand around her throat. “Or I’ll kill her.”
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Kate & Ben / Others, Ford & Tyler
At their transportation, she hadn't known what to expect. Various scenarios had formed in her mind, most of them consisting of a cell of some kind, whether it would be tied up inside, awaiting some unknown fate, or maybe they were being taken to— it was a hopeless quest, to guess like this. It was fruitless, like trying to plant seeds on barren land.
She worried for Ford, and for Tyler, equally. It scared her – she hated any kind of fright, because it meant that dependency was evident – to not know where they were, but not half as much as not knowing if they were alright. She put trust in one thing, twisted as it was, however. Ford had been taken by these people before... and gotten out alive. The chances of them being alive were good, and regardless of their gun-toting from the day before, she had to wonder how willing these people were to kill. They had obviously brought them here for a purpose; one that would vanish if death became any of them.
Also, when walking, a more trivial irritation rose in her. It was such a small thing, and it shouldn't even have been considered when compared to the magnitude of all the other troubles she was facing -- but the dress she was wearing? She wanted to slash it to pieces. It made her feel uncomfortable, womanly so, as if she was revealing more about herself than what she liked: she was comfortable in her own skin, but not in a dress. She hated everything about it; how it forced the femininity out of her, the light floral patterns, the accentuation of her waistline by a rim off beach-coloured strand; JJ was not the kind of girl who secretly longed for these moments of femininity; she tried keeping herself out of them. The dress, the way it moved against her legs as she walked; she hated it. All of it, and wanted nothing more than to take it off. (Plus, it was a good byline to waste energy on: otherwise she'd just think too much about why they were here, and how Ford and Tyler were doing.)
When finally confronted with their captor, JJ remained mostly and uncharacteristically silent. She watched Kate's demonstrations with the cuffs, and her failed attempt on doing what JJ already had begun, but when told the better of it, she too closed them tight around her wrists, silently seething. Kate did the most of the talk which JJ would have done much of the same of, but perhaps in a more aggressive tone. While the man in front of them talked, she found her gaze slipping off into the sea behind them, almost blinded by the white light of the opal iridescence which the waves cast off. She realised something.
Nothing was perfect enough not to be dangerous. Nothing was safe.
It was a thought which would spring to her again, later, when walking through the jungle, guided like a caught animal on the way to another location. Kate and her had been parted at the table, and she'd passed the other woman a look at their parting – perhaps to wish her good luck; somehow she knew both were going to need it – but then, she hadn't seen much else, other than shift of viridians on her way of a second transportation between places. She didn't enjoy feeling like a parcel. Still, with her hands cuffed, and the people escorting her armed, there was no way she could take the two of them out. JJ distracted herself from wondering too many things by focusing on a worry for Tyler and Ford, and also, for still feeling a vehement loathing for the dress which she bore.
Pushing themselves through the leaves and greenery around, the wind carried distant voices, and sounds, as if a quarrel was coming up ahead. She raised her head, peaked her senses, trying to hear better what was going down, her eyes shooting through everything before her, trying to see anything, just to know something and gain any advantage at all -- and then she heard them. Familiar voices.
"...Or I'll kill her."
The scene was finally brought into her view, and she took it all in instantly, having been trained to do so: the situation was a slice of chaos, a touch of easy bedlam. Prominently, there were men there, with pointed guns. Amidst them all Ford stood, with an unknown and dark-skinned woman in his arms – not in a friendly way either – with the evidence of a fight just having gone down obvious. Less prominently, but as evident, were the cage in which she found Tyler in (relief filled her, both of them were at least alive) of which there were two. What the hell was this? Where had they been taken to?
Their names came from her mouth, desperately. "Ford—Tyler!" Sharply, she felt the gun to her back then, pushing her down to her knees. Her entire neck tightened as JJ felt the rifle's end being attached not-so-softly, knocking almost, to her neck and suddenly, all went very silent. Ford was still holding the black woman, JJ could see it. She hated feeling this vulnerable, not being able to fight back -- she bit the back of her tongue, drawing blood. It didn't taste even a moiety as stark as this defeat did. |
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He didn't back up against the wall. She was seconds away from yelling to her friend not to open his cage--that he hadn't listened. He hadn't backed up against the wall. Unfortunately her companion was stupid and naive and clearly the wrong choice for this task. Now all of that had tampered with what should have been simple and she had paid the price. Naomie was left once again wishing she had a gun on her, that Ben would have just allowed them to hurt these people. To put as little concern into their well being as it seemed all of their new enemies had for them.
There wasn't time to worry about what she could or couldn't do now. There was just time to do something. She froze, wanting to run to her friend's aid--but knowing that she couldn't push Ford any further than he had already gone. Since violence wasn't an option, Naomie started to try and think like Ben. She tried to think of ways to outthink them, things she could use to bargain with them. Independent thinking was hardly the forte of a solder, though.
The answer to her question came walking past moments later when Tom shuffled their third prisoner into view. Naomie noticed the immediate change in Ford's demeanor when he saw Langdon--the way he stopped as if he froze while time moved on. He was scared for her, and that fear had just taken away any leverage he may have possessed. Naomie pointed forcefully at Tom and snapped her fingers once. Tom stared between Naomie and Ford, bewildered as all hell and desperate for orders of some sort.
Langdon called out to the two men, as if her desperate cries would somehow allow them escape from the dire situation they had found themselves in. Naomie barely had to narrow her eyes in Tom's direction before he snubbed the gun barrel into Langdon's back, Naomie probably the only one aware enough to catch the tormented look on Tom's face as he followed is orders and put a threat on his prisoner.
There was a long silence that felt longer because of the thick tension in the air. "The only way anyone is leaving here is in bodybags. Now you can hurt my friend as much as you want, but then we just hurt your girl here right back." Naomie flexed one fist, her animosity overwhelming her worry for the woman Ford harshly held in his arms. "Believe that we know how to hurt right back."
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In sheer adrenaline-powered fashion, the world slowed down. Ford had time to acknowledge the awkwardly harrowing press of the woman he held captive. Her clothes were clean and soft in a way that ocean water and hot sunlight just didn’t stack up against, and her hair smelled like a flowery shampoo. He found it way beyond strange that in this dangerous situation he would find time to enjoy something as trivial as detergent and shower soap, but his dulled senses found them exotic and familiar all at once – an aggravating, saddening reminder of every day comfort. If these people had every day comfort, where did they find unhappiness enough that they felt the need to steal children and cage people, like animals? His annoyed mind raced furiously. Anyway, if the timing had been different, he would have definitely complimented her on her choice of shampoo. For now, he would just have to concentrate on keeping his grip steady and staying alive. He could already tell that the odds was tipped against him, but he would still play to the end of the game.
Unknowingly, he had locked his gaze with the gun-toting female, the apparent general of this small and badly-functioning army. Anger rose like bile in the back of his throat, though the anger was feeling less and less righteous every moment. She was hiding her panic well, but Ford swore he saw a crack in her visage, even if it was only for a spilt second – there was no way that they wouldn’t have planned for this. But that moment of vulnerability gave him a sudden and invaluable insight – these people weren’t robots. They were smart, cunning – but still human, and their judgment was no more perfect then his was. Ford looked back warily, face blank and eyes dark. Just by her lack of action he knew that his beating heart had some sort of trade value. If she didn’t move in ten seconds, he would. He was giving her this chance to have some sort of control over negotiation, and if she didn’t take it, he would –
“Ford – Tyler!”
And just like that, Ford’s control went from full to nothing.
Immediately, Jessica was ordered to her knees, the muzzle of a gun pressed into her spine. A situation fully taken advantage of. He didn’t even listen to the barking tone of the woman before him; it would be all the same. Ford felt like he deflated a few inches, because something of a relief hit at the same time as the pulse of panic. Relief – she was alive. She was okay. A quick visual check didn’t reveal any physical injuries, actually, quite the opposite. Jessica was sparkling in a spring dress that mismatched her personality like orange and blue, but it looked nice all the same. The panic sprouted from the gun in her back. There was not even a shadow of a question in his mind that these people knew how to inflict pain, and while he might gamble with his own safety and doubt the seriousness of their threats, he would not play the same with Jessica’s. Without a word, looking back and forth from Jessica to the woman in control, Ford released his captive instantaneously. She gasped for air, and flailed with her arms, staggering away from him and towards the security of her own side. Whether or not she meant to connect the point of her elbow with his face was unclear to Ford, but she did all the same. A solid thunk! let him know that it hadn’t been broken, but that didn’t stop the instant blood flow. He grimaced as his vision flicked for a moment, using a hand to clamp down on his nose. It was a well-deserved wound, in a twisted sort of way.
With a defeated four steps backwards, Ford found himself back inside of his cage. He slid to a sit against the back wall of the bars, saying nothing and continuing to flick his gaze from Jessica to the gun-toting female.
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Hate was a strong word, but it described much of what she was feeling at the moment.
She hated the situation she was in. She hated what they were doing to the people she cared about. She hated the gun pressed to her back; she hated how damned clever these people obviously thought that they were; she hated this damned dress she was wearing; she hated everything about this situation and that she had ended up in it in the first place -- but, most of all, she hated not being able to do a damned thing about any of it. With the gun being pressed to her back, heated steel, and with her hands bound by cuffs and all of these other people armed; it was like sticking her hands into a barrel of rattlesnakes. Whatever she did, it would not end in a pleasurable outcome. So, with all of this taken in, she did the only thing she could.
Which was nothing at all.
Ripping her eyes towards Ford, she took him in: he was alive, breathing. The relief she felt for this was immense, and it both added and took pressure from her; took it away for knowing he was alright and added because she wanted to keep it that way. It was much of the same for Tyler. How had they ended up like this? They had not chosen it, had not walked into this with open eyes... except they partly had. But it did not matter. The only thing which mattered in any way was staying alive, which now, depending upon what Ford would choose to do, was a pending request.
Thoughts came like pulses. Their entire situation was teetering upon one man's actions, that was, unless anyone else did something before it. Once again, the feeling of the vehement hatred came back, just as Ford made his choice. She should have seen it coming, because she knew him, or at least, that part of him, and it was with mixed feelings she received the after-affects of it. Relief, again, for being out of danger, but also dour persistence, wanting to do just anything to get out of it. It was not her choice to make. All she could do was follow along, whether she liked it or not. She didn't.
The following event shuffled along smoothly and without any challenged risk -- the Others shuffled the boys back into the cage, one after the other. They did not protest, for which she was thankful; a replay of the former scene would most likely not end as well as this one had. With a few words in between them the Others went forward, taking her to the other cage, pushing her through the entrance, locking the door as soon as she was through. One of the men asked her to step forward towards him, and as she hesitated, indicated towards her cuffs. "Unless you want to keep them on, of course," he said to her. Biting her lip, she stuck her hands out, and found the cuffs rid from her wrists within moments.
He kept his eyes on the shackles while removing them, taking them with the keys -- which was his mistake. A second vanished, and in it, JJ managed to grab her free hands around the man's wrists, pulling him towards the bars and there kicking one leg through them and into his groin; which keeled him and made him fall down along the bars, dropping the keys and the cuffs. Quickly, she let him go and moved to grab them, impetus gained her way -- when the throat of a gun was placed right in front of her face, an inch from it. Suddenly, the world was very still again.
JJ looked into the bullet-hole, down into the dark. It was not a place she wanted to enter.
"Nice try," the dark-skinned woman said. "But step away from the bars. Now."
For once, JJ did as she was told. She retreated with two steps back, instead watching the man on the ground; how his face wrung itself into different shapes all strung by pain's tune, and she could not help but feel pure enjoyment from watching him. These people, whoever they were... they could not think it was going to be that easy, could they? That they wouldn't put up a fight. If they did, JJ wanted to show them otherwise -- but she also knew how much she couldn't. She was unable to go all the way and do something of the daredevil's trick here, because she was not alone to consider in all this; she was no fool either and knew that whatever damage she inflicted upon these people, they would give back to her friends, which did not happen to be just anyone, or any kind of friends either; of course they had to go and pick Ford and Tyler out of them all. Also, she wasn't Superwoman. In moments like these, she was inexplicably and irrevocably human. There was nothing she could do.
At the man hiss, the same woman as from before helped him up, giving him back the keys which he had lost. He gave JJ a dirty look, which she only returned with one of her own that could mildly be described as a 'fuck you too', and following the woman barked out some orders. JJ tried to listen, but they did not give away any useful information. And then they were left alone.
For a short moment, she looked around in the cage, sought the space for any weakness. Anything at all which she could exploit. It was a first instinct and the only reason it came first, but as she realised what she was doing, she ceased, telling herself that she had all damned night to do this; assuming they were going to be kept here for that long. Which, considering the fact that they had been left alone without any further notice, was probably a rightful assessment.
Grabbing the heated steel with her right hand, she leant the side of her cheek against it, supporting the rest of her body as well. Looking at the boys ahead of her -- she wondered how they were going to handle that, being locked in there together. Considering they did not have any other choice, she knew that they would be sufficient enough with it to last without actually killing each other, but for it to be without argument, smooth as ice? She did not put much hope out there for that.
But they had to work together. It was the only way they were going to get out of this... circumstance. Whatever it was. Whatever it was going to be.
Nodding their way, she looked at the boys. "Hey." It was meant for both of them and she kept her face leant against the bar. It was not like she was going anywhere anyway, and also, the bars provided the most decent cover she was going to get, wearing this awful abomination called a 'dress'. It was strange and odd; how she could be comfortable without any garment at all attiring her body, but with it on, she felt more uncomfortable and exposed. To say that she was not the type who wore dresses often would be a huge understatement; like claiming that the walking-distance to the moon from here was 'rather far'.
Softly, she took Ford in. He had not been so gently handled by these Others, and although he looked alive and breathing and well, okay, considering everything, she knew everything about invisible injuries. For that reason she also asked him, out of concern, and maybe something else, "You okay?" |
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Next Day!
And a quick summary.
Kate and JJ woke up in the bathroom in Othersville. Mr Friendly encouraged them to shower before they went and had a chat with Ben. Tyler and Ford were in separate cages when Naomie and Co came to move Tyler into Ford's cage. Ford grabbed Naomie's girl though, and threatened to kill her just as Mr Friendly, aka Tom, showed up with JJ. Mr Friendly steadied his gun on JJ, forcing Ford to let his hostage go. JJ was pushed into her cage, her hand-cuffs taken off, and she attacked one of the Others (I think Tom?) though the bars before Naomie pulled a gun on her. With everything settled, the bad guys disappeared and JJ asked the boys if they were ok. That's pretty much it. Hope I didn't miss anything.
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Katherine Austen was no stranger to travel, well aware of the habit of finding a place for her head and laying it for the night. Still, there was always something remarkably unsettling about waking up in a new place abruptly. Nothing about what Kate saw when she opened her eyes comforted her, either. The room was almost completely blanketed in darkness, save for a sick green glow washing in flickery tides from a rectangle of light that was unmistakably a doorway. She used the dim light and slow movements to test her own body for injuries. Kate had lost the rest of her day after the breakfast with Ben, and she was more then a little certain he had drugged one--if not all of the food he had fed to her. After a cursory once over, she felt a small pang of relief in the fact that it seemed her only injuries were raw wrists from the tight cuffs Ben had forced her to wear.
She moved her hands around the cool concrete of the ground, hoping for the faintest sight of another exit out of the room. All she found was four bolted down legs to a flat metal table and a ceiling of exposed pipes. She stood quickly atop the table and reached up to find the pipes, noticing that all of them were cold. She closed her eyes, even though with the darkness it was mostly unnecessary, and heard the thin sound of rushing water above her head....or was it next to her? For a moment it sounded like it was all around her and that just confused her even more.
The room was suddenly bathed in yellow light, and Kate lost her footing on the table almost completely. She shielded her eyes from the burning intrusion, the other hand half outstretched.
"Jack?" she asked to the light, so quiet she wasn't sure if it was even heard. Then she realized the chance of rescue being on the other end of anything happening in this place was a pretty slim one.
Kate swallowed hard, once again surveying the room around her. She hoped for more answers about where she was, but instead was greeting with empty and rust tarnished walls. Everything seemed ancient and ignored, and it was more then a little clear that this room never held any sort of intent for human occupancy. She walked, tenderly because the ground was cold. Ben, while kind enough to offer up dresses-didn't give her any sort of foot wear. Kate looked down at her bare digits and realized he had probably done it on purpose--running wasn't as easily done without the assitance of shoes.
Every wall looked the same except that the two that furthest opposed each other weren't actually walls, but mirrors. Kate didn't have to move much closer to them to know that they were some sort of two way glass. She had seen enough to realize even from a distance they held some sort of mystery on their other side. Next to each of the walls half covered in the thick panes of two way glass, there was a small box with thin metal slats--it looked like some sort of intercom. The only other thing she could find was the doorway she originally noticed, it's only features a porthole shaped small window and a slot to put a tray of food through. Well, at least they were planning on feeding her--which meant she wasn't dead yet.
One hand nervously moved to her mouth. She just wished she could get the same reassurance about her friends. Whoever turned the lights on didn't seem to have any more tricks up their sleeves, which made her wonder if the lights were on some sort of motion sensor. Thoughts rampaged through her head of every possibly bad scenario. That there were no people left here to keep watch over her. That they had the intention of leaving her down her, a prison of solitude to trap her in until she was dead. Kate's eyes darted left and right, half wondering if the room already seemed to be shrinking in size. Her throat felt thick, uncertainties playing nasty tricks on her head. Ripped from her thoughts, she instead decided at another tactic.
"I want to see Ben! You can't keep me in here! Tell me where Jack and Sawyer are!" She resisted the urge to rush towards the door, resisted the urge to pound her hands against it in frustration. She knew well enough that she wasn't going to get any answers, and all that did was make her feel more trapped.
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"My name is Pickett, but you get to call me sir."
Tyler sneered, "Well I doubted I'd be calling you doctor." He saw the one of Pickett's work damnaged hands tighten on the wooden helm of his weapon, as if he were just looking for half a reason to crack it across Tyler's face. He knew well enough that he and the other two he had been held captive with were on a very shaky grounds after the display from the day before. He also knew that all of their captors were on a power high since defeating them by sheer numbers alone. Tyler was tempted to remind him how well they three had done against many, but instead he bit his lip and grinned ever so slightly.
"So what is it today then, cotton or tobacco?" He looked narrowly at the man before him. No doubt reassuring himself of his assessment, Pickett looked the perfect picture of a sharecropper, a vicious overseer of men he thought his own. From the looks of the vast before him, Tyler figured women equated into things as well. Equal opportunity enslavement, how very modern.
"Rocks. It's real simple, somethin even you can figure out, wise guy. You pick up the rocks, you put them in the wheelbarrel, and you move them right over there." The man pointed a sausage-y finger a few dozen yards east of where the rocks now stood.
"What is the point of-"
"The point is for you to learn not to ask questions. Now get moving."
He mocked a half bow and stepped further into the sun, already regretting his decision to go along quietly. The island sun that he mostly managed to avoid in the cools of the jungle were blazingly intense on this patch of dirt he was being forced into menial labor upon. Exhausted before he even began, Tyler searched his psyche for a way to get from where he was to where he needed to be to get JJ--and Ford he supposed--free again. It couldn't have been more then a few miles from their beach, although he couldn't figure how it was any of them hadn't stumbled upon this place already.
Tyler worked without complaint for a while, just watching the people around him and the motion of the tasks laid out. Soon the sun submissed him and he stopped momentarily to half strip in surrender to the heat. he had barely managed his shirt over his head before Pickett interrupted him with a barbariously overextended mock of a throat clear.
"Quick messin around and get back to work, kid."
"I'm bound to drop of exhaustion soon if I don't get a break. I'm sure I'm not the only one, ei-"
Pickett moved the weapon off his shoulder, squinting his eyes. "I wasn't asking, now get your skinny litt-" He was interrupted before he could finish his threat, but Tyler had mostly returned to his work anway.
It was easier to observe if he wasn't causing a scene, and sometimes information was the most important thing to focus on. Pickett had stopped his shouting because the tall blonde woman with strikingly clear eyes had strode up to him with a serious expression. Her hands gestured as she spoke, even though her tone was low and her lips barely moved.
"Austen is awake then?" He heard from Pickett, before the man looked up and noticed Tyler noticing them. He pointed once again in his direction. "C'mon over here, Bateman. Looks like you lucked out and get to stop workin after all. Back to your cage."
Tyler dropped the rock he was holding, studying again the woman next to Pickett. Somehow he knew that this woman was probably far more likely to know answers then Pickett or the woman with the gun from the day before--but he also knew that she might be the one of them he could trust the least. He pushed on as he was directed though, knowing as soon as he got to the cages he could get an answer as to if Jessica was alright still.
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An overwhelming grogginess prevented Ben from opening his eyes straight away. Instead he was happy to lie in bed, pretending he was still asleep, when in fact he hadn’t slept more than four hours throughout the night. The concoction of how he was going to care for his new guests, and the pain in his spine that felt like a million volts of electricity pounding into his back, meant that little, if not none, could be done to get him a good night’s rest. He’d considered taking sleeping pills, God knew it could do wonders for him, but the chance that a prisoner could break out and kill him in his slumber was too much of a risk – the image of Tyler or Sawyer shooting him in the head remained too prominent. After a couple of minutes, his eyes ventured out from underneath his heavy lids, and looked around his room. Nothing out of place, not a shirt or a book, and it was clean. Perhaps too clean. Maybe even clinical-looking. Yet to him it was home.
Sitting up was a chore, but he managed. It was only the first hour in the day that was almost immobilising, the rest he could deal with. He let the pain consume his body for a moment; a wince, a shudder, and then acceptance. He got dressed as quickly as he could, and made his bed. He stood in the hallway, and pressed his ear to his daughter’s room. Concentrating on anything beyond the wooden door, he figured she’d already left. He tried not to think where she could be, already fearing the answer.
He checked the time on his watch, and relaxed a little – it was earlier than he thought. He indulged in breakfast, and began to clean his plate at the sink when a rap came at his front door. Leaving the tap running, he answered the knocking.
“Tom” he greeted, a hint of indifference in his voice. He beckoned for him to come in.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” Tom asked, gesturing to the sink which was fast filling up with water. Ben turned the faucet off and smiled. “Austen’s asking for you, Ben.”
His brow caved in on itself as he frowned. He hadn’t expected this so soon, but shrugged it off – it was bound to be a weird morning. “Alright” was all he said, before the two of them left the house. Ben was happy not to talk at all on the walk to where they were keeping the prisoners, but Tom had other ideas and kept nagging him with pointless questions. Benjamin ignored most of them, but turned to glare at his companion when he was asked about his health. “Do you have to say it so loud, Tom? I don’t think Hawaii heard you.”
Before visiting Kate in her cell, he went to the monitoring room, where someone was already viewing the CCTV footage. He adjusted the glasses on his face, and asked for one of the cameras to zoom in on Sawyer. It surprised Ben to see him sitting down so calmly, when he had been told all James had done throughout the night was yell and scream. “I think we’re just about ready for someone to pay him a little visit, Tom”
Opening the door to the room he was holding Kate hostage, he confirmed that it was right of him to assign Juliet to Jack. Though it would certainly be easier for Juliet to crack Jack when she didn’t lack people skills.
“Good morning Kate” he said, a polite smile carved into his mouth. His air of power was tempered by courtesy, and he inclined his head towards her. “My apologies for holding you in such a dull place, I know you’ve grown accustomed to the rich scenery of the Island these past couple of months. It was just more….convenient for me, this way.” His smile never left his face.
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Sawyer
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“Kate!”
His fists pounded the glass that imprisoned him in a rhythmic way, like a boxer. One-two, one-two, but to no avail could he free himself. When he fell tranquilised, he’d had a twisted dream about her, and now couldn’t escape it. It had been enough to scare him into screaming her name for the past half an hour, since he had come to. “Kate! Where is she?” When he heard nothing more than the drone of pipe work, he called for Jack as an afterthought. The four parallel walls that held him were crusted in dried paint and rust, with two converging panes of glass that muted his shouting. He looked in every corner of the room, trying his hardest to find something, anything, to help him out. Chains hung from the ceiling and an intercom system that seemed very out of date was nailed to a corner in the room. He kicked at the glass in frustration before walking over to it. Pressing the call button, he continued his senseless yelling.
“Ben you son of a bitch, get your lowly ass down here! Where did you put Kate? Where’s Jack?” He wanted to say more; if you harm a hair on head, I’ll rip out your eyes and feed them to Vincent. He refrained. He ran his fingers through his greasy hair, and clutched on to the thick golden locks in despair. He was scared. There really was no escaping that fact: he was scared. He wouldn’t show it, but if they cut through his skin to expose his innards, the steam that would emanate from them would reek of fear. The only pieces of furniture that occupied space in his cage were a table and chair, which he sat down on.
Already accustomed to the silence, he got a fright when he heard a buzzing sound somewhere above his head. He scanned the room trying to locate the source, and then shook his head in disbelief; a camera was blinking a red light at him, zooming in on his face. As the camera continued filming him, he began to feel angry – angry that he had been removed from any human equation; he was being treated as a subject. Whoever was monitoring him in a room somewhere was not thinking of him as a human being, they were thinking of him as an object, something they could play with until it broke. His fear seemed to adopt a new dimension in this thought.
He bowed his head, feeling sick. He went to slam his fist down on the table but thought better of it; nobody was going to pay any attention to him if he wasn’t calm. He had to at least fake being civilised if it meant receiving any little bit of attention. He was starved and dehydrated, and felt uneasy in wondering whether they were malnourishing Kate too. Would they just leave him to starve to death, while watching it on camera? Maybe the Others were just sitting there, watching him struggle, grouped around eating popcorn. Dinner and a show. He shook his head, they wanted something from him otherwise they would have killed him already.
Guessing they already knew everything about him, he would have to think of something other than lying, to get him out of there. He didn’t really class Oscar-worthy acting as lying though, and began to pick out of his many alter egos which one to play. Perhaps the gracious Sawyer, willing to listen to instructions until he had the opportunity to attack. Maybe the dumb Sawyer, the guy that didn’t have a clue what was going on, meanwhile taking in every snippet of information he could get. He had a feeling however, that these were not your average victims that you ensnared with a con. They were smart, if anything, they were going to con him.
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Alone/The prisoners
Her reflection scowled at her.
Staring into the mirror was not in any way a good thing anymore. She wasn’t sure when crow’s feet had first pecked at her eyes, or when the glow left her face. Her hands were not warm, and neither was her heart. She tried sweeping her fringe across her face, hoping that it would have the same effect it did ten years, masking any of her imperfections. It didn’t. In fact it made her look older. She didn’t blame middle age, she blamed Benjamin Linus. She blamed him for convincing her to live on the Island for so long. She smiled at herself, Adrienne knew he had done her a huge favour – life was non existent anywhere else. She had had enough of the reflection that troubling her, and so she bent down out of its way to brush her teeth. Her wardrobe was no more fun than the mirror. The clothes were dull, limited, the same. She thought about wearing a dress she had got for her birthday last year, thinking maybe it would make her feel better about herself, but then stopped. Instead she picked some khakis and a t shirt.
After getting washed and dressed, she went flower picking. The Island’s horticulture produced flowers she had never seen and could not name. The only thing she could possibly call a daisy was still twice the size of any she had seen at home, and was speckled with dots of pink and purple. In fact, the general quality of the Island itself was beautiful; something you could never forget. After washing and trimming her day’s pickings, she transferred them to a vase and placed it on her dining table. The rest of her morning was spent making sandwiches. When she thought she had enough to satisfy everyone, she carried them out on two trays.
It wasn’t a long walk to the cages from her house. If her home had two floors, she probably would have been able to see them from the windows. As it was, she was glad she didn’t, because the sight made her sad. She couldn’t say she approved in any way of what Ben had done to these people; and being herself one of the people longest to inhabit the Island, she was angry that she didn’t have more of a say in the matter. Just another reason to complain, she thought.
As she approached the captives, she smiled, but not enough to give them any shred of hope. JJ reminded her of an agitated lioness in her cage, though tired from pacing to and fro. She stood in front of her cage, unafraid that the girl would pop a move on her – AD had a gun in pocket anyway. “Good morning” she said, her smile increasing for a moment. “You hungry?” she asked, and then put both trays on the floor. “Back up against that wall for me, would you?”
She knew she couldn’t stop that look of hatred from leaving JJ’s face. She just regretted that she wasn’t allowed to explain herself. She took out the keys from her pocket. “Nice and slow, JJ. I hope you like sandwiches.”
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Naomie
Hydra
Sawyer
flashback
As soon as the sole of her Doc Marten hit the heavy wood of the dock, Naomie felt a wave of relief rush over her. She could handle being in the air--flying as second nature as walking now that she had so many years of service behind her--but being underwater chilled her. Submarines always felt like floating lungs ready to collapse within its liquid body, leaving any hope of life expelled like so much air. They made her claustrophobic in normal circumstances, and the ancient contraption Linus called transport was about seventy years older than anything she had ever travelled in before. She sucked in as much natural air as she could muster, grateful to be rid of the canned version she had been sucking in for the past few hours....how many hours had it been anyway? Could it really be dark already??
Shaking her head a little bit she observed the island around her, instantly taken aback by its pristine beauty. Naomie came from a gorgeous country, where wildlife lived side by side with civilization and cold nights hardly existed, even in the darkest of hours. Here, though--sand was replaced by thick greenery that swayed in the wind. The call of birds echoed melodious through the air, sweet flowery smells swam around her welcomingly. It took less than those few seconds to realize entirely in her heart that she was home here now.
"So good to see you've arrived, Ms. Harris. I hope the journey here didn't find you too long?" He smiled brightly at her, batting those ridiculously feminine eyelashes so much he almost looked nervous.
"It was fine, sir."
He smiled, large and toothy. She figured a lot of people were disarmed by that smile. Naomie was a soldier though, and dropping her guard wasn't a concept she readily accepted. Nor was trusting someone that seemed so eager to please.
"Please, call me Richard. We're a family here, and you're going to see that sooner then you think."
She nodded once, knowing damned well that she was probably going to call him sir for a few more weeks minimum. The thought of declaring anyone as family was a long stretch for her, and she found far more loyalty within herself when she saw others as employers anyway. Naomie was a well trained cog, and she turned situations well. Familiarity was another beast entirely, though. One she never found able to adapt to.
Richard took her silence as an opportunity to continue on, "We have a house set up for you. You'll be sharing it with Colleen and Yessica for now. Colleen is military like you, but she'll be leaving soon." Richard's smile somehow got even bigger. "She's set to be married soon, so she'll get her own place after the wedding. Yessica is a horticulturist, do you like flowers?"
She shoved her pack over to her other shoulder, "I was hoping Mr. Linus would be here?"
"Ben? Ben doesn't greet people here....well, generally."
"Generally?" she caught the almost amused hint in Richard's last word.
He shoved it off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "There was one special...." he stopped himself again, and it almost seemed as if his eyes darted around the wide open space they occupied expecting hidden ears to be listening. "Ben is quite busy, and its best if he keeps to his work at all times. You'll meet him shortly, we're having a dinner to welcome you tonight. Now how about I lead you to your new home so you can get a hot shower before then?"
He motioned forwards and she shifted her pack over to her other shoulder again. She spoke without thought, echoing a sentiment she would repeat countless times over her tenure there. "Whatever you say, sir."
She dropped the gun down on the tray outside the door, metal hitting metal that echoed off the empty hallway around her. Not much had changed since that first sub ride arriving here--she still despised being underwater and had argued her case vehemently against keeping their prisoners in the hydra. It wasn't the same as being in a sub, but it was just as dangerous a place to be. Only place she wanted to be even less was the Looking Glass, but fortunately it had been shut down long before. Naomie knew she was supposed to bring her weapon in with her, but she knew that she was better off not having a weapon he could use as leverage against her.
She opened the porthole window so that only the mesh over it kept her from the man inside. Not only was Ben's word law around these parts, but it was dealt quickly. By the time Ben had gone to talk to Kate, Tom had already sent word to Naomie that it was time for Sawyer to get some food. And time for her to obtain some information--or at least try. Naomie studied him for a moment, a brief pang of guilt running through her before she remembered the information in his file. Before she remembered all the things this man had done, and all that he was still capable of doing.
"Step back against the wall." She could have given him the food through the slot, but that was going to end up counterproductive. Somehow they all had to garnish some trust from these captives. Shoving food at them as if they were in an actual prison wasn't going to get that accomplished. Naomie didn't expect the Southerner to oblige to her request, but he docily did as she asked. Not even a barbed remark came her way as she opened the door and entered his room.
Naomie dropped the tray down on the table, not crossing the distance between them. Instead she leaned up against the door, his only means of exit.
"You're probably thinking about attacking me, then making your way through this door, right? Don't bother. Even if you managed to make it past me." She stopped herself, chuckled quickly. "IF. Well, you'd just make it into another room. With more people. More people that aren't as kind as I am, the kind willing to take out your mistakes on your friends instead of you."
Naomie leaned forward a little bit, pushing the tray towards him. There was a generous helping of food there. Two thick pieces of fried chicken, a heap of mashed potatoes, and some steamed okra she had made herself. In short, one hell of a down home southern meal. All it was missing was a cold bottle of beer to wash it down. Beer wasn't exactly something they had on this island, though--Ben rarely brought alcohol in. Even if he did, it was always some sort of wine with a name she couldn't pronounce. Instead there was a tall glass of milk. Naomie didn't think he would complain, seeing as he probably hadn't had milk in months.
"Go ahead and eat. Maybe you and I can chat a little bit while you're at it, Mr. Ford."
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Sawyer
Hydra
Naomie
He could be polite. Even though these people had Kate, might have killed Kate, might have killed all of his friends he’d come to like. Even though they were keeping him in a cage like an animal, talking to him like a patient and being so damn patronising that he could have screamed himself hoarse, he could be polite. Sure he could, if it meant getting the hell out of his cell that bit quicker. “I aint gonna fight you” he said, his voice raspy and strained. Naomie wasn’t messing around when she said they could take out his mistakes on his friends. And he still didn’t know how many of them they were keeping. He bit his tongue.
He would have liked nothing more than to completely ignore the woman in front of him, and devour the meal provided. God knew it would take him a total of ten seconds. It didn’t look like your usual tinned ‘taters either. This was food with thought put into it. He wondered whether Naomie had made it, or Ben, or some kind of slave working as a cook for the Others. Did they have ovens then, like normal people living in a normal world? Sawyer grinned at her, leaving her to think that he was going slightly mad. It was a funny image; them pretending to play happy families. He wondered now that his friends had spoiled the Other’s normality, whether that would all change very soon.
It took willpower to utter his next words, but he had to. “I’m not eatin’ anything until you show me my friends. You can give me as much nouveau cuisine as you like. Where’s Kate? And Jack?” when he didn’t receive a reply, he nudged the tray of food back an inch towards her – the smile he had given her earlier leaving no traces behind on his stern features.
Flashback
“Just go, Cassidy!” Sawyer pleaded, all the while searching out every corner of her face with the tips of his thumbs. He knew it would be the last time he ever had the chance. In her eyes was trust, in his was a lie. He didn’t have to be telling her to go, pretending that he was going to lay down his life for her – he wasn’t, and if Cassidy looked deep inside her, she would have known this too. Sawyer could have chosen to come clean, really come clean, drop the act and go with her. He loved her, it wasn’t some kind of shadow – and it wasn’t part of the con. He really loved her. As his fingers locked in her hair, it began to sink in. He really did love her, so why the hell was he here?
“James, I…I can’t just go, I can’t just leave y-” she began, pulling away from him.
“Yes you can, and you can start by taking the money” his long strides took him to the dining table where a bag of money sat. “This is everything they want, just take it and go.” he transferred it from his hands to hers, not even worried that she doubted the money in the bag was fake. The whole damn scenario was fake, and she didn’t have a clue. It might have been better if she suspected something, he would have denied it at first but then…it might be better than this.
He looked through the net curtains, out into the street. A black car was out front. Serenity blessed the atmosphere outside; the ambience of birds singing and children playing somewhere in the distance calmed him for a moment or so. He heard Cassidy shuffling behind him, and felt his heart sink, knowing she’d bought his con once again.
He was a liar and a cheat. It’s what he knew best.
End Flashback
His eyes were unblinking as he stared at her. “Why so silent, She Ra? Thought you wanted to ‘chat’?”
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Naomie
Hydra
Sawyer
She sucked at her teeth underneath her lips, watching him with a calculated and calm stare. This was exactly what she should have expected, of course. Not even hunger was going to quell his rebellious nature, and it sure as hell wasn't going to quell the intensity he felt for Austen. Which was fine. In fact, it was exactly what Ben had expected and what he wanted.
Ben had great and grand plans for the doctor, and those plans involved keeping Shepard close to Juliet. The southerner, however--he only had to keep doing what he had been doing since he had crashed. Keep close to Austen, the closer the better. Naomie never pretended to understand what Ben's plans were--she couldn't think as far and wide as he did. She knew that he had all of their best interests at heart. She knew unwaiveringly that no matter how strange the request, it had logic beyond her comprehension behind it.
She shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Nothing to say. Figure I'll let you do the talking." Naomie pointed at the intercom box behind him on the wall half covered in the mirrored glass. "Push the left button, you can speak to Kate as much as you'd like. Maybe the two of you can eat together." Naomie turned to leave the room. She stopped, unable to resist another chance to throw him an idea of the knowledge her people did possess about them. "Turns out your girl loves breakfast. Scrambled eggs." Naomie closed the door behind her, glad to be done of her task for the day and eager to see what awaited her next.
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Sawyer
Hydra
Naomie//Kate?
He was at the intercom box like lightning, not fully listening to whatever it was Naomie was saying. Well, at least Kate hadn’t starved like he was going to – but how the hell did she get to eat scrambled eggs, and who with?! He made eye contact with the Other as she began to lock him back in solitude again; his gaze pierced with hatred. He didn’t push the big button on the system at once, because now that Naomie had gone he was thinking a bit more clearly; it wasn’t going to be black and white. It wouldn’t be as simple as anything to talk to his friend again, and even if it was, he knew very well he was doing exactly what Linus wanted. His fingers drummed on top of the intercom system while he pondered on what he should do. He could eat. He could try to talk to Kate. He could do nothing. Well the third option was rendered useless when he finally pressed the button, his chest thumping.
“Kate?” he spoke softly, still unsure whether he looked like a complete idiot. It was doubtful that thing even worked anymore. He let go of the button, and waited for a response. None came but static. He kept staring at the box, as if mind power could force Kate to answer him, but still the reply never came. He began to clench his hands slowly, his eyes narrowed – but no avail. “Damnit!” he shouted, breaking away from the radio silence to grab the tray of food in his hands, and hurl it at the glass window. In less than a second, chicken, potato and greens were sliding comically down the wall; looking like a million bugs splattered against a windscreen.
Not for the first time, he became aware of a creaking – the security camera. It zoomed in on him, watching him with glee. He stared into the lens, as a caged animal. Which is exactly what he was. He could feel perspiration begin to pool at the base of his neck, staining his shirt, reminding him he hadn’t washed since he’d woken up. He took to the chair, resting his elbows on the table. He was the focal piece of the room, to whoever was watching him now. He hoped they were enjoying the show, watching him go another hour without food. His eyes continued to be tempted by the intercom system, and would drag themselves away to gaze at the box in the corner of the room. He felt rendered, useless.
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Kate
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Ben/sorta Sawyer
She didn't think he would come when she called. Maybe if she had, she might have thought twice about doing it. The second he stepped into the room her skin went a bit colder, as if he had some sort of evil that could rub off if he got too close. Her arms wrapped themselves around her body protectively, instinct causing her to shelter herself from whatever threat he might be to her next. It was probably the benign way in which he spoke that made her most nervous. The way it seemed in his mind that everything he did was justified, that his abduction and manipulation all had some sort of sick reason behind it. There was no remorse in his demeanor, no awareness of the panic he was inflicting.
She wasn't going to play word games with him. Make a comment one way or another about her surroundings or the clothes he put her in or even the handcuffs he so enjoyed making her wear not even a full day before. Kate simply did the thing she had been trying to do since she got there. She was going to attempt to get an answer...just one answer from this man about where her friends were.
Her chin jutted out a little bit, bravado masking the tremors bubbling up inside her. "I don't care where you put me. Just tell me where they are."
She didn't have to explain to him who she was talking about. She had said it again and again. Kate immediately realized she was bound to get just as little of a reply this time as she ever had in the past.
Then, almost as if on cue, a thick crackle of static buzzed through the otherwise silent room. Her eyes widened a bit towards Ben, and she knew that even if he stood in plain sight before her--his hand was somehow behind what was happening. The static was quickly replaces by the soft but urgent sound of a voice.
"Kate."
She didn't hesitate more then a second, sprinting her way across the room as easily as she could maneuver in its confined spaces. Her hand went to the ancient looking intercom box, pushing one button and shouting out even though she realized the volume probably wasn't necessary.
"Sawyer! Sawyer I'm here! With Ben I'm-" She realized that there was no crackling sound when she pushed the button. That there was no response from the voice on the other end. She looked down, pushing yet another button-her hopes already deflating like a grounded hot air balloon. "Sawyer!! Sawyer can you hear me?"
"Damnit." The anger was fresh and there--and unmistakable. He was calling out to her but she couldn't respond. Somehow she had been denied.
Her gaze twisted again to Ben, who still kept the troll smirk on his face. She could almost see happiness dancing behind his wide eyes, happiness at her own helplessness. Kate narrowed her eyes sharply, anger pouring through her flame hot.
"Why are you doing this? Why won't you let me speak to him?" She moved away from the intercom, three wide strides leading her halfway across the room. When the man behind Ben snapped to attention at her nearness to his revered leader, she stopped moving instead and held up her hands a little bit to show she would go no further. Kate settled instead to stare him down across the gap, hoping that it might muster some sort of explanation out of him.
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Jack
Hydra
Anyone Within Earshot
When Jack woke up, the situation was much the same. He was on his back, and strangely cold. He was accustomed to the damp heat of the jungle and the pound of the sun on the beach – not this bitter concrete. His back protested with a creak as he sat up, crossed his arms and cupped his elbows. A cursory glance about the room found that it was very much the same, except for one, rather large exception: A ham sandwich and a tall glass of milk sat on the bolted table in the center of the room. For a moment, he couldn’t help but to marvel at the perfect simplicity of the food. The sandwich was stalked with meat, topped with a tomato and piece of green lettuce, complete with a toothpick stuck right through the middle. And the milk must have been cold, because little pearls of condensation slipped down the side and pooled in a little circle on the tabletop. Of course, on cue, his stomach gave a sad groan, and his throat scratched with thirst. But it never came to his mind that he should eat or drink the fare before him. Jack had just woken up from a drugged haze, and while his thoughts didn’t race quite as fast as usual, he’d rather not pass out on the floor again.
With a bitter grin, Jack yelled to anyone who was listening. “I’m a vegan!”
Now, he pulled himself to standing position and prowled about the room. First, he lifted his sneaker and pulled it back over his bare foot. The offending camera and intercom he’d originally aimed for was, of course, unharmed, and he stared at it for a moment, searching for some blinking light or movement to denote that the thing was on, but there wasn’t any way to be sure. On a whim, Jack moved the food off the table and on to the floor, out of the way, so that he could attempt to move the table. He wasn’t sure what he’d accomplish by messing around with the camera, but it was better than nothing. However, the table was bolted to the floor, and despite his best efforts, didn’t seem like it was going to come loose.
He walked about the room again, but this time noticed that one wall of his room sported a different material half way up the wall. At first glance it seemed like the whole thing was just a big concrete box, painted black. But this wall had tinted glass, starting waist-high. Jack cupped his hands around his eyes and tried to look through it. He couldn’t see a thing, and he wasn’t surprised. If anything, it was probably a one-way mirror so that they could watch without him knowing that they were doing so. Again, he looked around. This time, for a blunt object, but he knew that whoever these people were they probably weren’t stupid enough to leave a bat lying around if one of the walls was made of glass – and they lived up to his expectations.
Suddenly, Jack heard a yell. He froze, eardrums strained. The yelling was so faint he couldn’t even make out the words, but he swore he recognized the tone of the voice…voices. There were two people yelling, banging. One was distinctively female, and the other, distinctively male. Kate and Sawyer. Somehow, he was surprised that they were nearby – he would have bet money They would keep the three of them as far apart as possible, because…because there was always strength in numbers. At the realization that maybe, just maybe Kate (and, well, Sawyer too) had made it out of the attack as unscathed as Jack had made his heart leap to his throat, and without anymore pause he began to slam the palms of his hands against the glass.
BANG! BANG! BANG! “Hey! Kate! Sawyer!” BANG! BANG! BANG! “Can you hear me?! Hey!”
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Ford
Cages
Jessica
Ford had spent the night sleepless. Tyler had slept, and he thought JJ had too – at least, she didn’t make a noise all night. He’d sat quietly in a corner of his cage, and bent over the horrible feeling of deja vou. A wall of darkness still stood as strong as a black box, encasing many of the memories of time spent in a situation very similar to this one. He’d learned somewhere that many flashbacks were caused by smells, not by sights or sounds, and in this case it may have very well been true. The wind shifted differently in the deep jungle than it did on the beach, and carried on it the warm, earthy scent of fallen foliage and stagnant rainfall. The heat was gummier here than it was by the ocean. Behind these bars he didn’t have the benefit of fresh ocean spray.
In any case, his churning mind would not allow a second of rest. Ford had been on edge until daybreak, and then he finally managed to pick up a few hours of fitful sleep. The feeling that he was being watched (which was probably a valid one) crawled under his skin and lifted his instincts. It bothered him that he had been twice tricked by these people and that this second time around he had no extra power. The game spun out of control, and he, Jessica, and Tyler were players without independent action. They had to do what they were bid, or else punishment loomed. Even if they did toe the line, there still wasn’t a guarantee that they would escape with all limbs attached. The only thing that brought him comfort was that their living, breathing bodies seemed to hold a small bit of value. Ford had already tested the limits on that. If they hadn’t needed him alive, they would have simply shot him down after he attacked the flailing woman.
Thinking of which – Ford laid a gentle finger on his nose – his face felt fine now. He’d tried his best to wipe as much of the blood off as he could, and even the swelling was nearly gone after only one night. As the morning wore on, and with the added worry of Tyler’s absence, Ford became more and more anxious. He stood bent over the middle horizontal bar of the cage, and his gaze slid left, right, up, and down every few seconds. On either side of a vertical bar his lower arm hung loose until they clasped together at the hands, finger interlocking. He studied Jessica for a few seconds, who, he had to notice, looked stunning and severely mislaid in the summer dress she was wearing.
“Are you doin’ okay?” He asked quietly. And then, in an attempt to see her crack a smile, he opened a soft one on his mouth. He cast the next line to be as out-of-place as her in that dress, to match the absurdity of the situation and his sudden need to make her feel a little lighter. “’Cause you’re definitely lookin’ okay.”
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Juliet
Hydra station
Jack
It trickled.
Somewhere in the black distance, there was an echo of water dripping against a metal surface. Cold, punctuating and monotonous like the ticking of a distant clock, or, a dying heartbeat. It travelled through the cold spaces, brushing its way onward along the smooth walls, finally ending up where someone's hearing would pick it up -- like hers. She deemed: someone would have to fix that. But not her, especially not now. She was not the one she was meant to see. Not the one with the assiduous need to fix things; even when the intention was for the best, lined in a cotton wrap of a focusing (which grew a little too intense at times). No, this one, the one she was meant to see, he was the kind who was won in a world of despair, but whom, if given one, would be lost with a toy. But... even the rays of the sun would sting when over-exposed.
That was one thing she didn't like about coming down here: it made her miss the sunlight. The station was lined with fluerosence that served its purpose, just like all other things did here too, but artificial light didn't hold a flicker, pun excused, against the frayed rays of stroking sunlight. She missed the warmth of it, the goosebums it spread over her skin when she actually gave herself time to stop and notice it. Yes, that was right, despite everything, she stopped and felt every now and then, when she could, or when the doubts entered, or when she fell... she just stopped, let sunlight emblazon her -- and it all faded, like memories crushed by the illuminated light of day. Bleached white on white. The eradication was a continous pattern, naturally, but it worked for her. So far. More or less, anyway.
Now, it was time to make this work. They were watching -- he was watching.
Putting her hands against the wheel that opened the door, twisting and using the mechanism to let it open itself; things could do that if you gave them enough time. The metal door opened and let her into the room, the wheels resounding their displeasure of resonance. One side of the wall was lined with transparent glass, enabling a clear view into the other, opposing room. In her thoughts it would have reminded her of a strange criss-cross between a police interrogation facility and a medical one all at once, just more grunge, more decadent; and how odd it was to know that it could, in fact, be used to serve both purposes. But she had been here before, and restricted herself from thinking too much about it. It served no purpose at the moment.
Purposes weren't always what they seemed to be, and repeated, appearances could be decieving. Now it was her mission to both convince him of that, and, at the same time, that she was exactly what she set herself out to be; and that was supposed to be someone that he could trust, given the right chance and time. But trust never came easy, and seldom without expenses. It was a two way street, some times driven through the dark.
He'd noticed her now. Good. It saved her having to call for his attention. "Hello Jack," she said, by way of greeting. "I'm Juliet."
Just like that, she knew that this was the start of something new.
She held her hands resting in one another in front of her; nothing to hide (she was trying to convince him, not herself) and her stance looked relaxed, fastidiously. She continued on that route. "You may be experiencing a feeling of dehydration and queasiness right now." She raised her chin, let her hands fall to her sides. The tones in which she spoke were those which one used to speak to a small child: motherly, warm and convincing, but never breaching the limit into the melliflous. "Those are side-effects caused by the drugs we had to give you. You need to drink and eat, or you're going to start hallucinating." A pointed look to the plate in the room, then, the tiniest flicker of warmth. "It's for your own good. Plus, it's a delicious sandwich."
Jack did not have one shade of trust in his coloured eyes, and Juliet could not blame him. The saying was that first impressions were ever-lasting, and this one? Juliet had no doubt that, as soon as his mind settled out from its privation, it would be. |
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